Cruise Ship Catastrophe 1

Warning: This story series contains a lot of incestuous sex - between the young MC and multiple female family members - as well as a few other individuals. There are also several intimate scenes with more than three people involved. If these things are not your cup of tea, I have other stories that you would probably enjoy more.

All episodes in this series have been completed and will be submitted to Literotica all at the same time. After that, it's out of my hands. Thanks for reading.

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For their 25th wedding anniversary, Mom wanted to go on a Caribbean cruise. She started bugging everybody in the house a year in advance. When she asked me about it, I told her to have a good time. By the time their anniversary rolled around, I would have finished my time at the trade school and be ready to go on the road - welding in places that nobody else wanted to.

Dad thought I was crazy. He was a 9-to-5 spreadsheet guy with a college degree and the most boring life on the planet. I had a cousin who'd joined the Navy and he had some cool-ass stories - but I didn't want to have some drill sergeant yelling at me - and then (once I'd survived that) deal with all of the other shit the Service put you through.

My great-uncle, however, had welded for several years - before he settled down - and I'd heard all of the stories of fortune and adventure - along with a healthy dose of "You've gotta be willing to..." that went along with it.

I wasn't afraid of heights. I loved scuba diving. I wasn't claustrophobic. I didn't mind the cold. All of the stories he told me - to warn me about the things that most welders wouldn't do - and the jobs they wouldn't take - those things didn't bother me at all. My life was so fucking boring that I actually wanted to try some crazy shit - just so that I could make it through and have some of the stories that he did.

His stories weren't just stories. I could see it in his eyes. He still missed it. Aunt Cindy, though? Fuck. I'd seen their wedding pictures. I would've fucking changed jobs for that woman too. Even though the two of them were as old as my grandparents, I still kind of fantasized about her.

She was one of those women that didn't give you a peck on the cheek. I never watched to see exactly how she kissed Kay, but she at least kissed the corner of my mouth every time - if not hitting me square on the lips - and Aunt Cindy usually insisted on hugging you while she kissed you. Those fat titties of hers would press against my chest as she wrapped her arms around me and it was all I could do to keep from sliding my hands down to her ass.

If mom wanted a cruise, that was fine. I planned to be looking for my first big adventure by that point. She simply laughed and assured me that I was coming along. I did the only reasonable thing that I could think of. I prayed for Jesus to come back so I wouldn't have to go.

Based on the screaming coming from my sister's room, her response was the same as mine. She would be just out of high school - ready for college, trade school, the Service, or (more likely) to run off with one of her little bimbo friends and fuck the summer away lying on a beach doing nothing.

~~~

Kay claimed that she was captain of their cheer squad. I was done with high school so she could've claimed she was the school mascot and I really wouldn't have known differently. We were the Dawgs - which meant that most of the guys referred to the cheerleaders as the 'bitches in heat'.

I wasn't sure how much my sister put out during her time in the squad but - when I had attended there - the stories from my classmates about the cheerleaders were pretty unbelievable. I didn't need the drama and avoided that scene completely when I'd been there. Honestly, the only thing that I really knew about cheerleading was whatever I overheard when she brought her little squad-mates home for studying... or whatever it was they were supposed to be doing.

My sister was a bottle-blonde. Dark eyebrows and roots - with the rest of her hair looking like some California girl. Her face wasn't bad but - of course - I always told her that she needed more makeup - which always set her off and got Mom involved.

Like most of her friends, she practically starved herself to keep her tummy flat. She was almost too skinny. Her thighs - due to helping with the pyramids and doing the other more athletic parts of their routines - were the most toned part of her body - other than her abs. Her arms were skinny.

Honestly, I couldn't give my sister too much shit about makeup. It was a little overdone but part of that was like in theatre - to highlight certain parts of their appearance. I understood - but didn't care for it. I hated it when girls slathered the makeup on. If it was done well, it enhanced their appearance but most of the time I thought they'd look better without all of that. Kay really wasn't that hideous - I just had to do my brotherly duty and give her shit - and that was an easy target. It wasn't like I was going to talk about her ass.

Of all the friends that she brought home, Tory was probably the most frequent. I didn't know if Tory threw herself at every other guy like she did me - but she was almost annoying sometimes. In the last couple of years, though, she had thinned out a bit. Maybe she hit her growth-spurt late but she seemed taller as well.

Tory's face was taller than Kay's. Her lips were thinner and her mouth was wider. Her nose was almost a little too small for her face. Maybe that's why her eyes and mouth looked bigger. I assumed other males thought the same thing that I did when they looked at her - about how nice my dick would look buried in that mouth. Her brown hair had plenty of natural waviness to it - and she always kept the blonde highlights in there - especially in the wavy parts. Those hung to her breasts - which weren't more than B-cups - but looked big enough to bounce nicely if you fucked her hard enough.

The other cheerleader in the family was our cousin, Lucy. Lucy must've picked up some recessive genes from her dad's side - because her thick mostly-straight locks had an orange tint to them. To me, her eyebrows looked brown but there were just enough tints to her hair for the light brown to glow in the sunlight. Lucy was taller than Kay as well - maybe my sister was just short. I should have given her shit about that instead. My cousin's chest was maybe a little bigger than Tory's - but she was also slightly larger framed. She wasn't fat. She starved herself as much as the others did - she was just a little more woman-sized.

Maybe I should have tried that with Kay. I should have told her that Tory and Lucy were looking more like real women and she still looked like she just came out of middle school - especially with those almost non-existent breasts.

Over the intervening months, I noticed my sister and her friends less and less. I was getting closer to graduating from trade school and I wanted to garner as much knowledge and experience from my instructors as I could. Nothing else really mattered.

At school, I also had almost unlimited access to scraps of all sizes, shapes, weights, and compositions. I spent extra hours in the shop after my classes doing shit like welding a soda can to an inch-thick steel plate. I fucked it up a hundred times before I started getting it right - but my great uncle had warned me that knowing materials well - and being able to weld them together - would only increase my marketability.

~~~

A week after Kay finished high school (several weeks after my graduation from welding school) we loaded into a 12-passenger shuttle bus thing that mom had rented - along with her sister's family - and headed for Miami to catch our cruise ship.

My cousin Larry (Aunt Lori's son) and I were the same age. Out of the cousins, we were the only ones that hadn't brought along a playmate. My sister brought Tory (one of her Bimbo Squad buddies). I did not have a high opinion of the cheerleading squads from my old alma mater - and even less of those that my sister cheered with.

Honestly, Kay was probably one of the brighter ones on her squad - but I still sometimes wondered if she traded blowjobs for getting her homework done. I was convinced that the rest did.

We hadn't been on the van/bus/whatever for more than fifteen minutes before Tory was looking at me more than she was at my sister - who was sitting right beside her. I was feeling pretty confident that I'd get laid without a challenge on the trip. At that point, that looked like the only positive aspect for the whole worthless week.

My cousin Lucy (Larry's sister) had brought a boyfriend along. Her mother (my aunt) had already scolded her about the PDA twice. Lucy was the same age as my sister. Her boyfriend (Jimmy/John/whatever) spent as much time looking at the rest of the people in the van as he did my cousin. I was sure they'd be broken up by the time we returned. I just hoped he didn't set his sights on Kay or I'd consider murder on the high seas as a viable option.

I did not want to go on this cruise. I did not want to room with my sister and her ditzy friend. I did not need to listen to my annoying cousins for two days of driving because Mom had already spent too much on the cruise and refused to pay for plane tickets. If I had known that Mom's sister and her family were coming, I would have just staged a traffic accident and gotten myself out of the whole trip. Of course, Mom had failed to mention that whole line of bullshit. We knew nothing about it until the day before we left - when I overheard her on the phone to her sister.

Kay had been livid as well. Both of us were praying that we weren't even on the same floor as the rest of the family. Mom had mentioned something about them having connecting rooms as an option. Thankfully, Dad had shit-canned that idea - asserting that it was their anniversary and he didn't want us hearing them having sex. I'm not sure why that conversation was held within my hearing - but that was a mental image that I certainly did not need to try to erase from my mind.

~~~

It was a 16-hour drive (plus stops) from where we lived in Kentucky to Miami Florida. We stopped for gas and pee-breaks every two hours. I did not need to pee that often - but I got out every time - just to get away from the rest of the passengers.

I was browsing the snack section in the shitty gas station that Dad had picked, looking for nothing in particular - but craving something salty. Tory appeared suddenly.

"You can snack on me, handsome," she purred, stepping close.

I looked around the place to see my sister disappearing into the bathroom.

"You should probably piss while you have the chance," I warned her.

"I don't need to go - I need to cum," she said, snickering.

I nearly laughed. That was closer to preformed thought than I had assumed she was capable of. I decided that she'd heard it somewhere and was just parroting the line.

"When we get to the hotel," she said, "make an excuse to go check out the fitness center and I'll either suck you off or let you cum inside of me."

"We'll see...," I said, noncommittally.

She looked around and then stepped closer - lowering her voice.

"I only agreed to come on this trip so that I could get your cock into me as quickly and as often as possible. I'll do anything..."

She glanced towards the bathroom as the door opened. My sister stepped out. Kay's little friend gave me one last doe-eyed look and then went to join my younger sibling. They browsed the aisles for a bit. I was still trying to figure out whether to grab chips, nuts, or pretzels.

Kay stopped to chat - stepping between me and the rack of snacks that I was looking at. I tried not to scowl at her. Behind her back and to her left, Tory bent over to "look at" something on the bottom shelf. She glanced back at me as her faded denim skirt shifted higher and higher - the hem not quite rising enough for me to get a glimpse of what panties she was wearing - if she was wearing any at all.

My sister was oblivious to her friend's obvious flirting - including the fact that she was shifting her weight from foot to foot - to either make her ass wiggle more - or to try to get the skirt to work its way a little higher.

I focused back onto my sister - and her words - just in time to hear the conclusion of her mini-tirade that mirrored everything that had already been rolling through my head. I nodded at her.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?" I asked in reply. "Put your ear-buds in, close your eyes, and ignore them. I don't know what else to tell you."

She gave a low growl and crossed her arms to glare at me. All that did was raise her tits up - causing competition for my eyes between her modest breasts and her girlfriend's waggling ass.

I gave up on picking a snack and headed for the exit. Behind me, she gave a huff, yelled at her friend to hurry up, and headed for the check-out with whatever she had grabbed after I stepped away.

I climbed into the shuttle-bus thing. Dad was sitting in the driver's seat, waiting impatiently for everyone to return. Obviously, he had gassed us up, ran in to relieve himself, and was itching to get back on the road - just like always. With twice as many people to get out of the gas station and back into the vehicle, he was getting a little twitchy.

"I can drive, if you get tired," I offered.

"Uncle Sam offered as well," he replied. "I should be good. With the trip broken into two days, it's barely a challenge - even if I haven't done this as often recently."

I nodded and headed for my seat, slumping against the window and quickly putting my conversation-avoidance defenses into play. I stuck my ear-buds in, cranked the music loud enough for it to be obvious that I couldn't hear anybody trying to talk to me, and then pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up - over my head. I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes.

A body settled in beside me and jostled me because they were too close. I opened my right eye - expecting to see my irritating little sister - but it was her overly-made-up friend. Tory was looking at me.

"You know you don't need that much make-up, right?" I asked her.

She scowled. Her eyes became a little unfocused. She was obviously working on a retort.

"I just meant that you'd look fine without it," I told her, heading off a possible diatribe.

Her face brightened. She leaned against me - close enough for me to get a whiff of her perfume - which was also a little too thick.

"That's sweet of you...," she said.

"Ease off on the whore-juice a bit too, if you intend to get close," I warned her. "My nose is a little sensitive."

She leaned closer and whispered, "I'm... uh... ragging..."

"It's alright," I told her. "I get it. Just... like... I'd almost rather smell your natural scent... even if it's not what you'd prefer. It just... It fucks with my nose."

"I'll keep that in mind," she said. "Thanks."

She slid her hand across my thigh and ran her fingertips over my crotch, smiling hopefully.

"We'll see...," I told her again. "Don't make the flirting so obvious or you'll piss Kay off."

Her smile disappeared - and then returned - if slightly more serious. She nodded and pulled her hand back. She turned and started talking to my sister. Kay had finally gotten her chips open and hadn't noticed our short conversation. I stuck my ear-bud back into my ear and rested my head against the window. I closed my eyes. A short time later, we began to move and I relaxed a little more...

~~~

I blinked myself awake and grumbled about the weight on my right shoulder. I looked over to see Tory using me for a pillow - with Kay using her as a pillow on the other side. I noticed that my cousin, Lucy, was doing the same with her boyfriend. He saw me looking and nodded, trying to play off the fact that he'd just been staring at my sister's ass.

I tried to remember the title of that country song - something about "Love the one you're with." It wouldn't matter. If he tried cheating on Lucy with Kay, she'd probably just punch him in the nuts. Kay and Lucy were fairly tight and most girls didn't go for that kind of shit.

I looked at his face again. I had two years on him but - from the way his eyes never stopped running over people's bodies - he was too much of a horn-dog for my liking. Hopefully, Lucy kept the little grease-ball away from me so that I didn't have to interact with him. I closed my eyes to block him out once again.

~~~

I woke up as we came to a stop. I opened my eyes to see that Dad had stopped at yet another questionable gas station - or were they all below my standards?

I emerged from the bus after waiting for everybody else to get up and get moving. I could see the lines for the bathroom as I crossed from the gas pumps to the building. I chewed on my tongue to keep from complaining out loud. At least the gas stations that were like some hybrid truck stop had more capacity for masses of people needing to use the toilet at the same time. I got to the sidewalk - out of the way of traffic - and turned to my right - looking for someplace to stand.

I saw a woman in high heels and a black vinyl skirt - under a pink sweater - trying to hold a toddler's hand while a small yappy dog wrapped the pair up with the leash the woman was holding. The woman's blonde hair was done up in a bun. She looked exasperated. I had no clue why she was dressed like that, trying to wrestle both a kid and a dog - but I felt sorry enough for her to see if I could help.

As I walked over, I decided on which would be more awkward - trying to corral the barking dog (not my favorite breed) or asking the woman if I could hold her kid... My decision was made for me as Tory rushed past.

"What a sweetie!" she gushed to the woman. "Can I hold him while you take the dog potty?"

The blonde looked up at the younger female - and then at me. I shrugged. She probably thought we were a couple. There wasn't much I could do about that. It would look dumb to turn away now - so I just stood there as Tory picked up the kid without waiting for the mother's response.

The woman started to say something to Tory for a moment - but then, apparently, decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. She headed towards the grass - a few paces away - glancing back at us as she went.

The kid didn't look for its mother - it just stared at Tory's face. She brushed his cheek with a fingertip and started to say something - probably baby-talk - and the kid started wailing like a tornado siren. The little boy still didn't look around for his mother - he just looked into Tory's face and screamed.

She took two blasts - at point-blank range - before she glanced at the mother - who was digging out a little green shit-bag. She turned to me with almost a look of fear in her eyes. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Jay...," she begged. "Help me."

I walked over, took the kid from her, and headed toward mom - and the dog. The toy-sized pooch had finished #2 and was now working on #1. He peed - and then peed again - and then again.

"Must be male and unneutered," I thought to myself.

The little blond boy was studying my face.

"What's your puppy's name?" I asked him.

He looked too young to speak - but that didn't mean that he didn't understand. He turned, found the dog, and pointed. He looked back at me. I nodded. He gave a little bark. I giggled at him. He smiled back at me and barked again.

"You're so good at that, Jay," Tory purred, trying to get a finger at the boy's cheeks again.

I caught her finger in my hand, moved it down and away, and scowled at her.

"Most people don't like being poked, Tory," I told her.

"He's not people, he's a kid," she replied.

"He can understand you," I told her. "Even if he can't speak, he's telling you to stop poking. Talk to him like he's just a little person."

The mother was back, standing a step away. She looked from me to Tory.

"Girlfriend?" she asked me.

"Sister's friend," I replied. "You want me to walk back to the car with you? He seems to have quieted down."

She glanced at Tory.

"Could I get you to hold the leash?" she asked. "I need to drop this bag in the trash and then I seriously need to pee."

Tory said, "Sure. I'm better with dogs anyway."

I laughed. The little boy grinned and patted my cheek.

"Oh shut up...," Tory retorted - but she was grinning.

"Thanks so much!" the woman said, hurrying off.

She dumped the bag into the trash and opened the door to the gas station, heading inside.

"You pee yet?" I asked Tory.

"That's a little personal, isn't it?" she asked, smirking.

I just scowled at her.

"No."

"Yeah, me neither," I said. "Dad's gonna be pissed that we're taking too long."

"Your dad's a little rigid," she said.

I raised an eyebrow in the air and looked at her with a smirk.

"What? Oh. That's... that's sick...," she gasped. "Why did you even... now I've got that picture in my head..."

"You're picturing my dad's... in your head...?"

"Stop...," she begged, trying not to laugh.

The little boy giggled. Tory looked up at him.

"Is that funny, little mister?" she asked.

He giggled again.

"Can Tory have a kiss?" I asked him.

He wasn't too sure about that - but when she leaned close, he grabbed her cheeks and laid a wet one on her. Tory's face went from the cute baby-face she was initially making - to complete disgust. She made a horrible noise and tried to wipe off his slobbery kiss.

I laughed at her. The little boy giggled.

He held his hands out to her.

The adorable face was back again.

"Awww...," she purred.

I shifted the boy to her arms and took the pooch. It immediately ran circles around me, tying my ankles together with the leash. I was still standing there, trapped, when the mother returned.

"You two made up?" she asked Tory.

I laughed and said, "I got him to give her a kiss and he laughed at the face she made as she wiped it off and then he relaxed - well - and she did too."

"You poor thing," the woman told Tory, patting her arm.

"It wasn't that bad...," Tory replied, shifting the boy to its mother.

"I think the runny nose is because he's teething," she said, "but you may want to wash off in the bathroom."

"Yeah, okay," Tory said, turning towards the station.

"Finish up and head to the van," I told her. "Dad's probably bitching. I'll be there as soon as I help her."

She gave me a wave and headed off.

"You really didn't have to," the woman said, as we walked to her car.

"It's no big deal," I told her. "Dad needs something to complain about. He's probably mostly just jealous that he didn't get to come help you first."

She finished strapping the kid in and stood. She grinned - and then leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips.

"Now you each got a kiss," she said, with a wink.

"Mine was way better," I said, grinning, "but don't tell your son."

She laughed and took the leash from my hand.

"Thanks again," she said.

"No problem," I replied. "I really do need to go though. Have a good one."

"You too! Tell your little friend 'thank you' as well."

I gave the woman a wave and headed for the van. My bladder twinged and I change course - heading for the station instead.

Dad was fuming by the time I arrived. He didn't say a word though. That alone told me that he'd seen what Tory and I had done. He couldn't complain about helping somebody out. I'd seen him do it a hundred times. It had been a point of contention between him a Mom on more than a couple of occasions.

I climbed over Kay but Tory was wedged tightly against the window - in my spot - she patted the seat between the two of them. Dad was already shifting the van into gear. I gave a low growl and dropped into the seat. Tory draped herself over my left shoulder, sitting entirely too close.

"Your brother's so good with kids," she told my sister.

"Get a room, slut," Kay told her.

"I'm working on it," her friend replied.

"Probably are...," my sister retorted.

Kay glanced at me - and then my crotch.

"Find a hot mom, did you?" she asked with a smirk.

"Not as hot as you," I shot back.

She gave a disbelieving snort of laughter and quietly said, "Keep your hands to yourself, pervert."

I stuck my ear-buds in and slouched down in the seat. Within a half-hour, Tory and Kay were both using me for a pillow once again.

~~~

The rest of the day continued much the same. Dad tried to convince the other nine people in the vehicle that we should hit a drive-thru and eat in the van/bus. He was not happy about losing that battle at lunch. He refused to stop again - even though a reasonable hour for dinner had come and gone - before we got to the hotel. He also refused to drive us anywhere after we got checked in. Mom glared at him but he just walked away.

She told the rest of us to do whatever we wanted. She headed off to either give him an earful, kill him and look for a place to dispose of the body, or throw him on the bed and fuck him so that he'd get over his attitude.

Kay wanted pizza anyway so we just ordered delivery. The two of them (of course) wanted one of everything. Since they were too lazy to call themselves, I edited the order before I relayed it to the girl on the phone. We got a medium pizza, wings, garlic cheese-bread, and a two-liter of cola. It took longer than I'd expected to arrive - but it was good.

As the delivery guy left, I saw my cousin and her boyfriend coming back from raiding the vending machine. Not that our food was any healthier, but I deemed that to be a bit too much. Kay and Tory just shrugged when I told them.

I ate, washed my face, and tumbled onto the bed that I had claimed as mine.

"You gonna go check out the fitness club?" Tory asked me, when the two of them had finished eating.

I looked over at her and considered whether I was more interested in browsing my phone and going to sleep - or following her downstairs to find somewhere to screw.

My sister was distracted - playing on her phone. Tory raised her T-shirt up to show me that she was braless. Her tits were firm B-cups and the nipple she showed me was impossibly tiny and as stiff and sharp as the point of a needle. Her gorgeous breast - plus the doe-eyed look on her face - had my cock hardening. She grinned when I slid off of the bed. Her eyes immediately noticed the tent in the front of my sleep shorts. She grinned hungrily.

She headed for the door. I grabbed the keycard from my wallet and slid it into the pocket of my shorts.

"We're gonna go hit the treadmill," I told Kay.

She waved us off without comment - not even looking up.

We got to the elevator, hit the button, and waited. Tory waited all of fifteen seconds before she decided that we were taking the stairs. We pulled the handle and immediately heard two people having vigorous and loud sex.

The moans, slapping noises, and grunts were coming from the landing above us. I caught the door as it closed - to keep it from making a noise.

"Oh... fuck... John...," my cousin moaned. "Fuck... yes..."

Tory grinned at me, stepped close, and kissed me as she groped my crotch. I shook my head 'no' at her and she stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. I pointed down the stairs. She gave me one more quick kiss and grope and turned to head down.

There was a slight hiccup in the love-makers' rhythm - when they heard our foot-falls on the concrete steps - but then they went back to their fucking. By the time we slipped out of the door on the first floor, it sounded like Lucy was getting close to cumming.

Tory and I slipped out of the stairwell, eased the door shut, and followed the signs to the fitness center. Some guy was in there with headphones on, jogging on the treadmill.

"Shit," Tory grumbled.

I looked at her funny. Had she really thought we were going to fuck in some corner of the sweat-filled room - with its wall of mirrors?

She grabbed my hand, pulled me back out to the hallway, pushed the door open on the men's room, stuck her head inside, and pulled me to the last stall. She hustled me inside and turned to latch the door. She peeled off her T-shirt and hanged it on the coat hook.

I put my left arm around her back, my right hand on her left breast, and my lips on the right. I groped one tit and sucked the other. Her hands went into my hair, pulling me in harder and moaning. I switched hands and switched breasts. She sent a hand down the front of my shorts - and then my underwear - grasping at me - getting me harder. As soon as my dick was hard enough for her to get her hand around, she did, tugging on me as she bumped her pelvis against me. She grabbed my face and pulled my lips to hers.

"I need this, Jay," she purred. "I need you inside..."

I squatted down, pulling away from her hand. I grabbed her terry-cloth shorts and pulled them to her ankles, revealing a pink thong underneath. I got her to step out of the shorts and hung them with her shirt.

The bathroom door opened and she pushed me onto the toilet seat. She sat on my lap, wrapped her hands behind my head (locking her fingers together), and then bent herself nearly in half to put her ankles up on my shoulders.

She leaned forward until her lips were beside my ear, and whispered, "Pull the panties to the side and fuck me."

I had my left hand behind her shoulder - trying to help support her. I reached down with the right and pushed the thin strip of material to the side. Her pussy was shaved from what I could tell - and she was wet.

"Inside," she said, without making a sound.

At the other end of the room, some guy was using a urinal.

I pointed my cock at her entrance and she wiggled from side to side - scooting closer and getting the head of my penis slowly worked into her. I grabbed her hip and pulled - and she gave a low hiss as I slid halfway in.

I reached behind me and found the button to flush the toilet - using the noise as cover to get my cock the rest of the way inside of her.

Our visitor finished, flushed, and started washing his hands.

She was holding on well enough and I needed both hands if I was going to fuck her. I grabbed her ass in the palms of my hands and started sliding my cock in and out of her. She looked into my eyes, nibbled her bottom lip, and nodded - giving me a seriously sexy doe-eyed look. I leaned back a little and really started pistoning her up and down on my shaft - enjoying how nice she felt. She wasn't super-tight - but she was plenty tight enough.

The door opened and closed and I listened to make sure we were alone again. Tory didn't wait. She gave a low moan. Her moans had my balls churning. I bounced her a little harder and a little faster.

"Fuck... yes... Jay... yes...," she hissed quietly. "God! I knew you'd feel so good! I fucking love your cock. My pussy belongs to you and I intend to get you addicted to me before this trip is over. Now that I know it's true, I can't live without this cock..."

While I thought she was being a little overly-dramatic - and a little to clingy already - her cunt did feel pretty fucking amazing. If she was going to be my little free-use bitch for this trip, I wasn't gonna turn that down. I'd hoped to score with somebody new while on the cruise - just for the novelty of it - but if she was truly that fucking addicted already - fuck - who knew what I might get away with?

The first possibility that came to mind was cuck-queening her - and then making her suck the other girl's slickness from my penis. The Hail Mary - of course - would be finding another girl who would go for a threesome. If she was truly as hell-bent on having my cock inside of her as she let on, I was pretty sure I could get Tory to go for either one.

That thought had my balls churning even harder. Tory had trembled through one orgasm already but she seemed to be working towards a much nicer one.

A dad and his kid came in - a daughter from the sound of it. He scolded her for looking under the stall walls. I wondered what she'd say if she looked under ours and found me sliding Tory on and off of my aching prick.

I noted that Tory's pussy got a little tighter when she got worried that the little girl might spy us. Apparently, the idea kind of turned her on. I know the danger of it made my balls buzz a little harder.

As the father and daughter got their business done, I kept slowly laying pipe. Once they left - and the door closed behind them - Tory was ready for her release. She dropped her feet to the floor, leaned over me enough to shove me back against the plumbing, and started fucking me like a crazy woman.

My back was not in a good place but her bouncy breasts were like crack to me. I grabbed them, groped them, and sucked them as she pounded her cunt onto my cock - driving towards her release.

When it came, she sank onto me, ground her cunny around on me in circles, moaning, and dug her fingers into my biceps. I slipped over the edge of the abyss and started blasting my spunk inside of her.

"Yes...," she hissed, still grinding her cunt on me - which only served to make my balls work a little harder to find everything they could to throw at her.

The door opened again and Tory quickly threw her feet behind me - bumping the button to flush the toilet - sending a spray of cold water up my ass. She grinned at me and continued to make little circles on my lap - doing wonderful things for my cock and balls. If we had enough time, I was convinced that she'd eventually get another load out of me by just doing that.

She leaned forward and kissed me. I squeezed her titties in my fists and kissed her back. She grinned and gave me another kiss.

As soon as the door closed again, she set her feet on the floor, eased off of me, and looked down at the threads of slick stickiness that stretched from her cunny to my cock. She swiped a finger up her slit and sucked it clean.

"Mmm," she moaned. "We taste good."

She dropped into a crouch in front of the toilet and pulled me forward. I scooted up and she took my cock into her mouth. She peered up at me - giving me a lusty look as she sucked and licked my cock. She pulled off of me with a pop, stood, and got dressed.

Once she was ready, I stood and pulled up my shorts and underwear. She leaned in for a kiss.

"Didn't you just have my cock in your mouth?" I asked her, grinning.

"Maybe...," she purred.

I wrapped my arms around her, squeezed her ass, and kissed her hard.

"God, I love that," she moaned, as we separated, "almost as much as feeling you squirting inside of me."

We slipped out of the bathroom, called the elevator, and stepped inside. We were alone. I hit the button for our floor.

As soon as the doors closed, I picked her up, mashed her against the wall of the elevator, and slammed my groin against hers as I kissed her, holding her up by her ass.

"Yes...," she moaned.

The elevator dinged and I set her down, turned, and faced the people coming on. I realized we were at our floor, grabbed Tory's hand, and dragged her off - just before the doors closed.

We laughed as we headed down the hallway to our room.

Kay didn't seem to even notice that we'd left or returned. I slipped into the bathroom, peed, brushed my teeth, and got into bed. Tory did the same, lying so that she was facing me. She winked at me and blew me a kiss. I smiled back and closed my eyes.

She might be an airhead but she was a pretty decent fuck. For the first time since Mom announced this stupid trip, I thought maybe it wouldn't suck as badly as I had feared.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I felt hands on my shorts. I felt them get pushed down. I felt fingers and then a hand on my cock - and then a mouth. The mouth sucked quietly until I was hard. The bed creaked a little as she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. I reached down to feel her hips and ass. She was completely naked. I seriously doubted that this could be my sister but I inhaled what I could of her scent just the same. It smelled like Tory. There was a slight possibility that the two wore the same perfume but I thought that unlikely. When she finally gave a low moan, my brain told me that the moan matched the girl I had fucked earlier. I gripped her hips a little tighter and helped her fuck a little faster.

She got herself off and then rode me until I came inside of her. After that, she climbed off, licked and sucked me clean, kissed me, and then slipped back over to the other bed. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

~~~

We woke to mom texting us that Dad was demanding that everyone eat whatever the hotel was offering and then get our shit loaded so that he could get back onto the road. I understood his desire to keep us moving - and most of the time I appreciated the straight-forward way he managed our road trips - but this was a different beast (with having Aunt Lori and her family with us) and I was sure he was going to get some push-back.

I badgered the girls until they got up, got them moving, got them down to breakfast, and then returned to the room to get ready to leave.

When Kay got into the shower, Tory tried to get a quickie from me - but my sister must've finally realized that we were risking outrage from our father - because she was in an out of the shower way faster than normal. She looked at me when I said I needed to rinse off real quickly but I ignored her. I was not going to go through the rest of the trip with a gooey cock that smelled like Tory's cunt.

I'd just started soaping up when a hand slipped through the curtain and stroked my soapy cock. I laughed and swatted at Tory's hand. She giggled and slipped back out of the bathroom. I finished up my shower, got dried off quickly, and grabbed my shit. I told Tory that - if she was showering - she needed to hurry.

"I'm good," she said, winking at me.

I made a mental note not to eat her out until she showered. She had two of my loads inside of her from the last ten hours or so - and she was gonna be pretty ripe by the time we arrived at the boat.

We packed our shit, did a quick once-over of the room to be sure we didn't forget anything, and headed for the hallway. Mom was just coming out of their room.

"Did you double-check to make sure you didn't leave anything?" she asked.

"Yes, Mother...," my sister moaned. "We go through this every time."

Mom started on the story (again) about the one time - when she and Dad first married - where they forgot something at a hotel. I grabbed Tory's arm and pulled her to the stairs. The door started to close and then opened again. Kay was following us.

"What'd you do?" I asked her, grinning. "Fire her up and leave her in the middle of her tirade?"

She didn't answer; she just grinned broadly and started bouncing her suitcase down the stairs.

"You're gonna bust it," I told her.

I finally just grabbed it from her, adding it to mine and Tory's. The two of them giggled and ran past me. I took a swipe at my sister's ass as she passed, catching just the edge of her butt-cheek.

"Don't touch me there...," she yelled back, giggling even louder.

I sighed and started down the steps, balancing my load. Tory was waiting at the bottom, with the door held open. I got everything back onto the floor and gave her the handle of hers.

"I'll take Kay's too," she offered.

"Thanks," I said.

"... but you have to touch my butt like you did hers...," she added, grinning.

She shook her ass at me and I swatted it. She giggled, shook it harder, and dashed down the hall, pulling the two wheeled-bags behind her. I followed along at a walk, shaking my head at the two immature girls.

Kay was in my seat when I got my bag loaded and climbed aboard.

"I don't think so," I said.

"You had the window yesterday," she grumbled.

I quickly counted seats and decided that I could sit behind her. Somebody would probably complain but there were still enough window seats. Tory got up and switched to my row.

"Traitor," Kay snarled at her.

"His tits are bigger," Tory shot back, smirking.

"Bitch!" my sister spat.

"Slut!" Tory replied, grinning.

Mom stuck her head in.

"Everything okay in here?" she asked.

"Just waiting on the slowpokes," I said, trying to tease her over the fact that she and dad were just arriving.

"I'm sure your father is going to give my sister an earful," she said quietly. "Try not to make it worse."

Obviously, she'd missed my attempt at humor. Aunt Lori and Uncle Sam were still not out of the hotel building yet. At least Larry, Lucy, and what's-his-name was heading across the parking lot.

We were all seated, of course, before Aunt Lori appeared. I couldn't decide if she was the slow one or if it was her husband.

Dad mumbled a swear word under his breath and Mom jumped out of the van to see if she could get the two of them to move a little faster. Lori accepted her help without complaint - but Uncle Sam just gave her a side-eye. I'm fairly certain that he didn't know how close he was to courting death. Mom suggested that her brother-in-law ride shotgun.

It was a bold move. I couldn't decide if she was putting the men together to force Dad to decide whether to man-up or pipe-down - or whether she wanted Uncle Sam to take the heat for being the cause of Dad's intense frustration. It didn't matter. Aunt Lori's husband slid into the seat beside her and left the front for Mom. My mother didn't quite glower at him. Aunt Lori grabbed the sliding door and slid it closed without comment - although I thought she might have sent Mom an apologetic shrug.

Dad yelled at traffic for a bit (to let everyone - except the oblivious guilty party - know that he was steamed) and then we got back onto the interstate and things calmed down.

Tory leaned against me and draped her right hand over my crotch. She didn't actively do anything - just left it there - I guess letting me know that she was reserving that spot for later. She kissed my cheek, laid her head on my shoulder, and relaxed. I did my best to look like I was ignoring her - just in case anybody decided to look over (or back) to see what we were up to.

We made a mid-morning potty break, stopped for lunch, stopped to output the stuff that lunch displaced, made the mid-afternoon stop to pee, and then didn't stop again until we arrived at our hotel in Miami.

Mom did her best to get everybody to agree on someplace to hold our "Last Supper" but - between Dad still being pissed at Sam and Lori - and those of us under the age of 30 not wanting to spend two hours just to eat dinner - it quickly fizzled.

Kay wanted to find someplace to go dancing. Tory was up for it as well. I was not interested but Mom insisted that I go along to make sure they didn't get raped or kidnapped or something - I couldn't quite get her to say why I had to go. Lucy was interested - which meant that her boy-toy was interested. Larry said he'd found a place. We called for rides and went to the place my cousin picked.

"Manslayer" looked - at least initially - like what my sister, her friend, and my cousin wanted. I refused to dance with them so they went without me. The second time some dude walked by and tried to buy me a drink, I decided that this wasn't my kind of bar. I looked out on the dance floor and noticed that all of the couples were the same gender - it was either two dudes or two girls. Lucy and Big John Dickins were the only mixed-gender couple on the floor - and he ditched my cousin after two dances. He was then following Larry around with a drink in his hand. Lucy came to sit with me. Thankfully, that seemed to cut down on the number of guys trying to buy me a drink.

"Is Larry gay?" I asked her.

"You're just now noticing?" she asked, smirking.

"What happened to your boy-toy?" I inquired.

She shrugged her shoulders. Her eyes followed her brother and her boyfriend as they made a circuit around the place, chatting with every unattached male. In the intervening silence, she glanced over to see that I was still studying her. She sighed - loudly.

"I think he's switching teams," she complained. "He's a whore so I thought he'd keep me preoccupied during this stupid cruise but his sperm tastes like shit so I refused to blow him anymore. I think Larry made him a better offer - at least for tonight. I think he's just using him for a wing-man to score some cock before we leave - but John's such a horn-dog that I'm worried that Larry will figure out how easily he could steal him out from under me."

"No offense," I told her, "but he doesn't seem like that great of a catch."

"And Tory is?" she asked.

I gaped at her.

"Sorry," she said. "I'm obviously pissed. That was low. Does Kay even realize that Tory's into you?"

"I think so...," I replied.

"Not enough I guess...," she sighed, looking at John and her brother.

"Kind of like you misjudging John?"

"I guess," she said.

"If it's any consolation," I told her, "I will still love you and you don't even have to suck my dick."

She gave a snort of laughter and said, "Thanks, Cuz, but I'm not sure that helps."

"You're not ugly or mentally disturbed...," I told her.

"Thanks for the compliment," she said, laughing, "is this going somewhere - or was that it?"

"There's bound to be a guy on this cruise looking for a not ugly and not disturbed female...," I told her.

"As long as his jizz doesn't taste like saltwater and baking soda, I'm set," she replied, laughing.

I made a face at her and said, "Seriously?"

"It's bad," she told me, nodding. "I usually don't mind sucking cock..."

"Good to know," I replied.

She slugged me in the arm and said, "Shut up."

We looked up to see Tory and Kay headed our way.

"You guys ditching?" Lucy asked them.

"I think so," my sister said.

Tory nodded and said, "Yeah."

"Can I ride with you?" Lucy inquired.

"What about John?" Kay asked her.

"He's playing wingman for Larry," I told her, nodding my head their direction.

She looked over, watched for a minute, and said, "Oh... Oh!"

"Yeah," Lucy sighed.

I got out my phone, pulled up the ride-share app, and ordered a car for four.

"Five minutes," I said. "Can we head out front so I quit getting propositioned?"

"Seriously?" my sister asked me.

I pointed to the drinks sitting on the table, untouched.

"Oh, shit! That's funny as hell!"

"Yes," I told her, "highly entertaining. Can we go now?"

"You're sure you don't want to stay a bit longer...?" she asked me, smirking.

I turned and headed for the exit, not bothering to wait for them. Behind me, I could hear the three of them hurrying to catch up to me.

When we got outside, my sister was still laughing. Her girlfriend looked back and forth between us - trying to decide what to do or how to respond. Lucy came over and put an arm around me. She leaned against my shoulder and gave me a squeeze. I was honestly a little touched. She was usually never this tender with me. Maybe I had misjudged her.

She reached down, brushed a fingertip down the cheek of my ass, and whispered, "John asked me if you were seeing anyone."

My sister started laughing even harder. She was doubled over, having trouble catching her breath.

"Fuck you," I told my cousin, pushing her away.

She grinned and said, "Sorry..."

"Like hell," I told her. "Go suck on a tube of Arm & Hammer toothpaste..."

She started to say something snarky but then nodded and said, "Fair."

Our ride pulled up and I opened the door. The girls piled in. I closed their door and hopped in the front seat beside the driver. We were back at the hotel twenty minutes later. Lucy came to our room and sat on the bed with the girls to chat. I brushed my teeth, stuck my ear-buds in, put my phone on the charger, laid down facing away from them, pulled the covers up, and closed my eyes.

It was dark in the room when I felt somebody slide under the covers with me. Hungry lips came after mine. I was groggy - and still tired - but my body quickly started responding. She licked and kissed my lips as she worked to get her hand into my shorts and underwear. The scent was Tory's.

I almost snickered, thinking about the other possibility. How would I even react if it was my sister?

Tory must have been horny - because she was persistent - and too loud. I slid my hand up her stomach - under her shirt - found a stiff nipple, and pinched it. She squirmed.

"Quieter," I whispered, "or sleep it off."

Her response was to kiss me harder - and start stroking my now-stiff cock. Her wavy hair smelled nice. She must have washed it before she'd gone to bed. I pinched a nipple again and then slid my hand from her chest, down her ribs and tummy, and into her panties. She was wet. I slid a finger inside of her and started working on her like she was working my cock.

After a minute or two of that, she broke off kissing me, and bent to push my shorts and underwear down. I shoved them to my ankles and pulled one leg out - trying to keep the other in so that I could get them back on once Tory got off and went back to bed.

She rolled over - ending up with her back to me. She scooted until her butt was in my groin, lifted her leg, shoved the crotch of her panties aside, grabbed my cock, and worked it up and down her vulva and slit until she got me inside of her.

"Yes...," she hissed quietly.

I reached around, pressed my palm against her tummy, and pulled her in a little tighter - lifting my leg and nestling her ass between my thighs as I shoved my cock a little deeper inside of her slippery channel.

We rocked back and forth against each other - not getting the best penetration - but the stimulation seemed to be working for both of us. I moved my hand to her mouth to shut her up. She was thrusting her ass back at me - fucking her cunt on my prick - and moaning more and more loudly. I squeezed her breast and went back to muffling her. Her motions got more spastic and I could hear the bedframe moving beneath us. Hopefully, Kay was a sound sleeper.

It took another fifteen minutes - and I was a hot sweaty mess by the time we finished - but she finally came - and (when she did) I shot off inside of her cuz she just felt so good cumming on my cock. I would have liked to have been buried a little deeper inside of her but she'd picked this position and I'd just gone with it. I actually liked how she felt in my arms - with my nose buried in her hair - pressed against the back of her neck - I just wished more of my cock was inside of her.

She lay there a bit longer, working her hips and ass - and sliding my gooey penis in and out of her pussy. She slid off of me, rolled a little, kissed me, and began sliding out from under the covers. Once she was gone, I reached down, got my underwear and shorts back on - and in place - and went back to sleep.

~~~

Mom called and told me to get the girls up. Our orders were to get showered, changed, packed, and then meet downstairs for breakfast so that we could coordinate our departure. Apparently, she and dad were trying a different approach. From my last glance at the itinerary, it was my understanding that our tasks for the day were: arriving at the boat, getting through customs (or whatever it was called), getting aboard, finding our rooms, and then meeting for some safety thing where they tell us about the lifeboats and nobody listens because they all figure nothing bad will happen.

I'd checked out a couple blogs that talked about this stuff - just because I wanted to be able to skip whatever was skippable. This thing was like the safety talks on the airplane - everyone was required to attend but (of course) few people actually paid attention. The blog writer had assured their readers, however, that a drill would follow and you'd get a chance to see all of the clueless people in their natural environment - a state of confusion.

I got the girls up - and showering. I went ahead and changed my clothes - stowing my sleep clothes in my bag and switching back to what I'd worn on the road. It was light and didn't have extra pockets - so getting through whatever security we had to pass through would be easier.

I was fucking around on my phone and not paying attention when Kay yelled at me that they were out of the shower. I looked over to see her waiting to dress. I grabbed my things and headed for the bathroom.

I scrubbed Tory's dried fluids off of me and thought about the sneaky sex that she'd manage to pull off so far. I imagined that we'd have to get a little more creative if we were going to continue to keep things from my sister.

As I thought more about that, though, I remembered Lucy mentioning Tory's behavior and all but announcing that she knew we were up to something. If she knew that much - not even being in the same room with us - I wondered how Kay hadn't already "put two and two together".

I half-expected Tory to sneak into the shower with me - maybe after Kay headed down to breakfast - but she never appeared. I soaped my cock, thinking about her tight little cunny. When she didn't show up, I got rinsed off, turned off the water, dried, and got out to dress. I stepped into the hotel room to find the girls' side of the room vacant.

I hadn't interpreted mom's words to mean that we should take our shit down with us. Then again, if I was all but ready, it didn't make a lot of sense to go eat and then traipse back up to the room just to grab the bags.

I loaded my backpack with everything from the bathroom that was mine and then double-checked that area for personal items. I moved my bags over by the door and started the mandatory "final sweep". I checked dressers, nightstands, shelves, closets, and under the beds for items - and then declared the room "clear".

I made sure I had my key, grabbed my suitcase and backpack, and headed out, securing the door behind me. I glanced at the elevator, took the stairs instead, and arrived at the breakfast area. I set my suitcase by the girls' luggage and shouldered my backpack to go grab some food. They were seated and eating by the time I returned.

Mom came in, looked at us, nodded, and headed back the way she'd come. Lucy appeared almost as Mom left again.

"Can I sit with you?" she asked.

"You have to sit on my lap," I told her, grinning.

"I just might take you up on that...," she grumbled.

"Rough night?" I asked.

"Don't even get me started," she fumed.

"Get something in your stomach and maybe you'll feel better," I told her.

She smiled sweetly, said, "Thanks for trying, Cuz, but this whole week is gonna suck ass."

With that, she didn't quite storm off.

"She okay?" Tory asked.

I glanced at my sister - who was looking at me. I turned to Tory.

"My guess is that John spent the night in Larry's bed instead of Lucy's - and they had noisy sex and kept her up. Whether or not it was intentional on her brother's part, I think John's being a twat - but that's just a guess."

"Larry and John are fucking?" Tory asked.

"That's just my guess," I said.

My sister nodded and said, "Lucy's usually pretty upbeat. She's a cheerleader too."

Tory nodded, and said, "Gotcha."

Lucy was back a few minutes later. She sat and ate. She didn't talk.

"Your bags still in the room?" I asked her finally.

"Yeah, I needed to get out of there," she replied.

"Give me your key-card and I'll go grab your shit," I offered. "Are you packed?"

"They're... they might be still...," she said, her eyes wide but misting a little.

"I've got it," I told her. "Tell me what's yours and I'll just walk in, grab it, and leave. Mom and Dad can scream at them for making us late."

She reached into her pocket, pulled out the key-card, and handed it over.

"The pink suitcase and the Hello Kitty backpack," she said. "My stuff is packed. I didn't know we were supposed to bring it down."

"Mom never said," Kay told her as I stood and grabbed my plate and fork, "but we know how she is..."

"I thought your dad was the grouchy one...," our cousin replied.

"They're a matched pair," my sister told her, shaking her head. "They've been together so long that it's hard to know which of them started out that way."

"Mom's not like that," Lucy replied.

"Your mom's the younger one," I told her. "The older one is usually..."

"The asshole," my sister said, smiling and glancing at me.

I made a face at her and said, "I love you too, brat."

Lucy shook her head at us, smiling.

"If you can grab my shit, I'll love you forever," she said.

"Promises, promises,...," I called back, heading for the stairs.

I bounded up the steps to the third floor, slid her card, ignored the two dudes making out under the covers, grabbed her bags, and headed for the door.

"Just so you know...," I hollered back. "Mom's already on the warpath. Don't fuck around too much longer or she's going to be chewing your asses instead of Aunt Lori and Uncle Sam's."

I didn't wait for an answer. I knew they had heard me. I'd said it loudly enough for Larry's parents to hear me in the next room. The door latched behind me when I was almost to the stairs.

I set the pink suitcase next to mine and handed my cousin her backpack.

"Thanks," Lucy said.

She gave me a look like she wanted to know if they'd still been fooling around. I pointedly ignored her. She got the message and didn't actually ask. In my opinion, she was better off wondering. Based on her words and actions, they'd been going at it since Mom had woken them up.

I would already have invited her to switch to our room on the boat but my understanding was that we had a double-bed and a couch to sleep on - and I was pretty sure - based on the floorplan that I had seen - that the couch didn't fold out.

I briefly considered the three of us switching rooms with John and Larry - since they had two doubles - but ours had a balcony and I really didn't want to give that up. I'd bitched to mom long enough to get it that I was not about to give it away - even to save Lucy from the week of hell that she'd inadvertently foisted on herself.

Fifteen minutes later, we were all fucking around on our phones when Larry and John finally appeared. They looked at our pile of suitcases and I could see the realization set in. Morons. Why did they think I had gone to their room to get Lucy's shit? We all ignored them. They slowly got the picture and went to get something to eat.

Mom stuck her head in again - to see where everybody was at.

"Where are the others?" she asked.

Kay glared at her. She and our mother had some tiff going. I never bothered to ask about it. It had already gone on for a year or two. I wasn't playing referee. I looked up at her.

"Larry and John are grabbing food," I told her. "We haven't seen Uncle Sam and Aunt Lori yet."

Her cheeks flushed and she started to turn.

"Is the van unlocked?" I asked.

"Yes," she fumed. "Your father's out there already."

She turned and headed back down the hall.

"Vote," I told the girls. "Angry dad or Larry and John."

"Angry Dad," Lucy said quickly.

I looked at the other two. They shrugged.

"Grab your shit," I told them. "Maybe we can walk around the parking lot and hover just far enough away not to be able to hear him muttering."

Tory snickered. The other two didn't react. Tory straightened her face up and grabbed her bags. We headed for the exit just as my cousin and his new boy-toy came over to sit down to eat. We ignored their glances as we left.

At the van, we stowed our things, claiming our seats for the short trip to the boat, and then walked over to a little alcove that was probably the employee smoking-area. We sat on the concrete benches and went back to fucking with our phones.

A half-hour later, we loaded up, listening to Dad mutter. A half-hour after that, he muttered as he struggled to find the designated parking space for us to walk to the ship. A half-hour after that, we carried our bags into the terminal thing and queued up to have our bags checked and our bodies scanned and our tickets verified.

An hour after that, we were heading up the covered gangplank to the cruise ship.

~~~ End of Chapter 1 ~~~

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