Christmas Cruise – Chapter 1 – by GSpot69

True story: Christmas Cruise – Chapter 1 – by GSpot69

True Story, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Female solo, Female/Female, Incest, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Role-playing

Dad and Mom take us on a Christmas Cruise. And they make us share a stateroom

College Fall term ended, and there was no amount of begging by my sister, and I could pull Dad away from the idea of a Christmas Cruise. It sounded absolutely horrible to Jill and I, especially the idea of sharing a cabin. Our parents did their best to sell my sister and I on the idea, “It’ll be warm!” Mom said.

“Maybe you’ll meet a girl,” Dad suggested.

“And then what? I’m sharing a cabin with Jill,” I groaned, unconvinced. Who wanted to spend a week at sea sharing a cramped cabin with their sister?

Jill and I are a year apart in age. I was her older brother. Except for our eyes, we barely pass as brother and sister. I have light brown hair; a strong chin line and I keep myself in great shape even after my football career ended during my senior year of High School. Jill’s hair is constantly changing color. Right now, it’s dark maroon. Jill’s also skinny, though she does have big tits that look even bigger on her tiny frame. Those big tits always attracted the attention of my friends. As a constant flirt, Jill loved the attention and did her best to show-off her tits.

Dad and mom had a nice balcony room. Not for us. But at least we had they didn’t put us in a dark interior room. We had a porthole window room. After boarding, a steward led Jill and I to our tiny cave. We both freaked when he swung open the door and revealed a single queen-sized bed. “No way!” I protested, ready to swim home before I shared both a room and a bed with my sister.

“Shut up, dufus,” Jill said, explaining the problem to the steward with limited command of the English language. He got the point, looking confused why we didn’t want to sleep together before separating the single queen-sized bed into two single beds pushed against the walls with barely two feet between them.

Mom and Dad checked on us while Jill and I fought over storage space. We visited their cabin and it looked like a mansion compared to our closet-sized cabin. The four of us stood at the railing during as the ship set sail and Dad gave us one last lecture. At least his rules were easy to follow. Jill and I were free to do whatever we wanted as long as we ate together as a family for one meal a day.

And the best part.. Once we were in international waters, 18 years old was the legal drinking age. Suddenly, life felt bearable and as soon as we crossed into international waters, we started drinking. By the end of that first night, we were singing Christmas carols as we staggered back to our cabin.

Jill found the remote for the TV and put on one of those cheesy, late-night skin flicks. “Really?” I groaned.

“Afraid you’ll get hard?” she asked, flashing me a drunk grin.

“Fuck you, I’m taking a shower,” I said, heading towards the tiny bathroom.

“No jerking off in the shower!” she called after me.

As I danced around in the tiny shower beneath low water pressure, I tried not to think sister sitting just a few feet away watching softcore porn. The door to the bathroom had felt flimsy and I was completely naked. And drunk. As I soaped my private parts, I started getting hard. Should I risk taking care of myself with Jill so close? My cock grew harder as I slowly rubbed soap up and down my long shaft.

It would serve her right if I jerked off in the shower, right on the soap! Grinning to myself, that’s just what I did, holding the soap in front of my hard cock as I sprayed it with thick, ropey strands of my hot cum. Would she notice? I carefully placed the soap on the built-in shelf. I smeared my white, creamy coating across the soap for her.

I dried off and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts before heading back into the cabin. “What’s so funny?” she asked me, catching the way I was grinning.

“Nothing,” I lied.

“You jerked off, didn’t you?”

“Disappointed you didn’t get to watch?” I asked, climbing into my tiny bed. What she said next wiped the smirk off my face.

“Maybe I did, too,” she said. “Want to smell my finger?”

“No way,” I said, not believing she had done anything while I was in the shower.

“Why not? Girls do it, too.”

“Maybe, but not as often as guys.”

“Says you,” she shot back, and it pissed me off.

“Oh yeah? When was the last time you did it yourself?”

“Smell my finger,” she giggled, holding out her hand. “Or maybe you want to taste it?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I said. There was no way Jill had masturbated while I took a shower.

“Your loss,” she giggled, heading into the bathroom. I waited to hear the shower running, except she didn’t take one that night. Instead, she came out of the bathroom a few moments later wearing a long, oversized t-shirt. I noticed her tits swaying beneath the thin fabric and it looked as if her nipples were hard. She turned and poked her ass in my face as she pulled down the covers of her bed. I didn’t notice any panty lines. Was she naked beneath that nightshirt? I tried not to think too much about it and fell asleep.

I woke up before Jill the next morning. I used the bathroom, not thinking about my piss hard-on showing as a tent inside my boxers until Jill said, “Looking good, bro!” I flipped her off.

We traded places in the bathroom, and I heard the shower starting. That’s when I remembered what I had done the night before to the bar of soap. I waited to hear her shriek and didn’t, which meant she didn’t notice the special coating I had put on the soap. That also meant she was rubbing my cum all over her body. I smirked as I rubbed my aching cock and wondered if I had enough time to get off before she got out of the shower. I decided not to risk it, but the goofy grin I wore when she came back into the cabin sure made her suspicious.

Florida had been warm, but after spending the day and evening sailing south, it was even warmer! We checked in with our parents and quickly abandoned them in search of our own fun. After lunch, Jill suggested we visit one of the sunbathing decks and start working on our natural tans, so we stopped by our cabin and changed into our swimwear. “I heard there’s a sundeck where women can sunbath topless,” she said.

“You’re so lying,” I said, convinced that could never happen. She insisted she was telling the truth. “If we go, you have to do it,” I said and much to my surprised, she agreed.

Finding the secluded deck was a bit of a challenge, but worth it once we got there. It was near the stacks and mostly empty. We picked two lounging deck chairs facing the sun and stretched out. I glanced at my sister, waiting for her to do it. “You don’t think I will, do you?” she said, reaching for the tie behind her neck. She was right, I didn’t believe, until she did it. “Problem?” she asked as she saw my eyes bulging out of my head.

Jill’s big tits would be more than handful any guy and I stared directly at them as she laid back on the lounger. I studied them, actually, admiring how full and firm they looked. I noticed how her tan never stopped. Her soft skin had the same golden hue from her head to toes. Did that include beneath her bikini bottoms, too? I pushed away that thought as I studied the shape of her dark, rose colored nipples.

“Okay, you can stop staring, pervert,” she said without ever opening her eyes to notice me staring.

“No, I can’t,” I grinned. I was glad her attempt at making me feel uncomfortable was backfiring.

“Fine, keep looking,” she said, pulling out her bottle of lotion. She squirted a line across the top of her fine, large tits and began caressing them. “Don’t want to burn the girls.” That’s when it became too much for me. I don’t care if she is my sister, tits are tits and Jill had a damn fine rack! It looked as if her nipples grew hard as she rubbed lotion over her huge mounds. I turned away before I popped a boner while staring at my sister’s tits.

“Am I getting to you?” she asked as if nothing was happening.

“No,” I lied. I laid my lounger flat and rolled on my stomach before she could notice the growth inside my swim shorts.

“You’re no fun,” she giggled.

“You’re still my sister,” I muttered.

“But no one else knows,” she pointed out.

“I do,” I said and did my best to ignore her. And by that, I mean, I did my best to only steal glances at her tits when she wasn’t looking at me. Damn it, she was getting to me and she knew it. I did my best to stay calm and failed horribly. I closed my eyes and tried to think about something other than Jill’s tits.

After about half an hour of sunbathing on my back, I knew I was going to have problems if I didn’t roll over. This private deck didn’t include a swimming pool, hot tub, or bar service. “We should get a beer or something,” I suggested. I carefully faced away from Jill as we left the sundeck and I led the way down the spiral staircase, effectively walking off my hard-on.

We strolled around the ship, drinking beers, shopping, and people watching. At one point, I came back from a bathroom stop and found some guy chatting up Jill. Later I found out his name was Steve. He looked as if he was pushing thirty, which made him a bit of an oddball. Most of the people on the ship were parents, grandparents, or kids. Technically, I guess Jill and I fell into the kids classification, except we were both legally adults.

I held back and watched the two of them. A couple minutes later, a pretty blonde joined Steve. She slipped up next to Steve, wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. That was when Jill saw me. She waved me over and introduced to me Steve and Linda. I mumbled a “Hello,” unsure what I had missed. “So, how long have you two been married?” Linda asked me.

“Oh, we’re not. . .” I started, making the correction we so often had to do.

“Married,” Jill quickly interjected, giving me a look I couldn’t decipher before grabbing my hand.

“Oh,” Steve said, looking at the pretty blonde next to him. “We just assumed. . .”

“Yeah, everyone does,” Jill laughed. “Does that change things?”