Linda and Steve exchanged another look before the started laughing. “Actually, we’re not married either,” Linda said, as if that explained something. “We just find that most people in the lifestyle prefer married couples.”
I felt more confused than before. What lifestyle? And why was Jill holding my hand?
“Well, if you’re still interested, you know where to find us,” Steve said. The two of them gave us a big smile and wandered off.
“What the fuck?” I asked, confused as hell and pulling my hand away from Jill’s.
“Tell me you think she’s cute.”
“Who?”
“Linda!”
“Yeah, she’s cute as hell,” I admitted, glad to finally say something that made sense to me. Linda was a tall, tight bodied blonde with stunning blue eyes and perky tits that kept attracting my attention.
“Would you do her?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, lost again.
“God, sometimes you’re so fucking stupid!” she said before she stormed off. I caught up and followed her down narrow passageways, until we were back in our cabin.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“They don’t know we’re related,” she said, as if that explained anything. It didn’t. “And they are into the lifestyle?” I was still lost. “And they want to party with us?” I shook my head, as confused as ever until she spelled it out for me. Linda and Steve were swingers and they wanted to swing with us.
“But we’re brother and sister,” I said, pointing out the flaw in her thinking.
“So what? We’re not going to have sex with each other. We’re going to swing, you know, swap partners. You get to fuck Linda and I get to fuck Steve. We just have to pretend we’re a couple until we get down to business.”
“And having sex in the same room next to your brother is, okay?” I protested, wondering why it didn’t matter to her.
“So?” she said. “If we get drunk enough, will it even matter?”
“I don’t know,” I said, unsure. Jill kept pushing and finally I agreed to go with her to the club.
During dinner with our parents, they allowed us to drink beer. “Why not? It’s legal,” Dad told Mom. “And it’s not as if they’re going to drive anywhere.” Dad cut us off after two each, helping us maintain the appearance of being sober. Truth was, we had been sipping beers most of the day. Mom and Dad tried talking us into some lame nightclub version of A Christmas Carol. Somehow, we dodged that bullet of mandatory family fun time and retreated back to our cabin. (Technically, cabins are referred to as “staterooms,” except ours felt too small to over glorify it.)
Once we reached the room, Jill pulled off her t-shirt and bra. “What the fuck?” I asked, started with the sudden nudity.
“Oh, grow up. You’ve already seen them,” she said, wiggling out of her shorts, exposing her thong panties. Thankfully, she kept those on as she stepped into the bathroom area. I changed into a nice pair of shorts and a Polo shirt while I waited for her to do her face and hair. Twenty minutes later, she walked into the room. Jill had changed into a white sundress that showed off her glowing tan. The halter top showed off her ample cleavage, too. She had done her hair, put on make-up, and looked hot as hell.
She ran her eyes over me, clearly inspecting my choice of attire and decided, “You look good,” she said, running her eyes over me and smiling.
“You too,” I mumbled. It felt funny complimenting her. Jill and I had grown up with that typical love/hate relationship siblings feel. No one could make me laugh harder than her and no one could get underneath my skin faster. At fourteen months older than her, I seldom played the role of big brother. Instead, we felt more like twins. Seeing her dressed up so precisely made me realize neither one of us were kids anymore.
The ship had several bars and nightclubs. The one where we met up with Linda and Steve played thumping pop music. No way would our parents ever venture near it. Lots of gels for the lights had been replaced with red and green in honor of the Christmas spirit. As soon as we joined Linda and Steve, a waiter arrived to take our drink orders. Steve ordered a round of shots and two pina coladas for us. The waiter never asked for our IDs. I wasn’t surprised. Once I started wearing a two day growth of stubble instead of shaving, I never got carded and Jill’s big tits usually assured she got her way.
Linda was a stunner with long, straight, yellow blonde hair that hung halfway down her back. She had full lips, a pretty smile and didn’t look more than a few years older than Jill or I. She wore a flowing skirt and a bikini top. Between the two was a long, flat expanse of belly. Her blue eyes sparkled as brightly as her dazzling smile. She touched my arm a lot as we talked.
I think Jill did a better job at selling us as a couple. She kept touching my arm or shoulder. Twice, she kissed me on the cheek. It felt funny having her act so friendly towards me. I caressed her hair a couple of times and tried to act romantic towards her, too. I guess we were doing pretty good because, if Steve and Linda suspected anything, it didn’t show.
We danced as couples a few times and I felt as if I was at a wedding or something. It wasn’t until a long series of slow songs began that things felt weird. Linda melted against Steve, clinging to him as they kissed and swayed. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I held her like I would hold a date, pressing her tightly against me as moved to the music.
“How’s it going with Linda?” she asked.
“Good, I guess,” I said. “It’s weird with her boyfriend right there.”
“Trust me, she wants you, I can tell.”
“How?”
“She keeps checking out your ass,” Jill said, slipping her hands down my back and grabbing my ass. She held both cheeks, massaging them as she pressed against me from the front. “She’s doing it right now.”
“Fuck, Jill,” I said as I felt my body reacting to her intimate caress. I understood she was just trying to sell our lie to Steve and Linda, but the rest of me didn’t care. My cock started getting hard.
“We should kiss,” she said as we swayed next to the other couple.
“Really?” I mumbled, unsure if I could do it. Jill didn’t give a chance to argue with her. Keeping one hand on my ass, she grabbed the back of my head with the other and pressed her lips against mine. Again, my body reacted on autopilot. I felt her tongue caressing my lips, opened my lips, and used my tongue, too. I closed my eyes, imagined it was Linda inside my arms, and kissed her back.
I don’t know how long our first kiss lasted. Once I relaxed into it, I didn’t try to measure time. Jill’s hand remained on the back of my head and as long as she held us together, I kept kissing her. Though I knew I was kissing my sister, my cock didn’t care. The drinks, shots, and anticipation of fucking Linda worked against me and I grew hard.
“Damn,” she whispered, looking up at me with dewy eyes and a hungry grin. “Are you happy to see me or is that a Christmas tree in your pants?” She pressed against me, dry humping my cock.
“Think you can ease off that?” I asked.
“No,” she said, glancing to her left. My eyes followed hers. Next to us, Steve and Linda were entangled in a kiss even more intimate than ours. Steve moved his hand between their bodies and slipped his hand over Linda’s bikini top, cupping her breast while they kissed and swayed. I was stunned by their intimacy.
When the long set of songs ended, the four of us drifted back to our table to our drinks. Linda stayed pressed against her boyfriend and Jill followed her lead, remaining next to me, too. While Steve ordered another round of shots, Linda peeled herself away from him. She squeezed my bicep and asked, “Have you ever done anything like this?” Linda asked.
“Swap?” I asked, hoping that’s what she meant. She nodded and I shook my head no.
“But you like the idea?”
“I like you,” I said, giving her my best rakish smile.
“Mm, I can’t wait to have this,” Linda purred, slipping her hand beneath the table and cupping my hard-on.
“How does it work?” I asked, struggling to maintain my control as this gorgeous woman caressed my junk just out of everyone’s view. “Do I take you back to my stateroom while Steve takes Jill to yours?”
“Oh no, we like to do it in the same room. That’s okay, isn’t it?”
“I guess,” I said, uncomfortable with idea of having sex in front Jill.
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