Allure of the Seas Ch.01

All persons depicted performing sexual acts are above the age of 18. Enjoy!

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Day 1:

"Dude, hurry up and choose so we can order." My best friend since the day I was born, Giovanni Rizzo, was sitting beside me and impatiently tapping his fingers on his menu.

"Relax or you're gonna get a smack, kid." I jokingly punched his shoulder. "Fine, I'll get the fish tacos, thank you." I handed my menu back to the waitress, who was sporting a look of intense boredom.

The heat of the night was lowering over our table, held back only by the brisk breeze coming in off of the ocean. All along the shoreline people were playing Frisbee, enjoying drinks and laughing with their friends, or simply taking a night time stroll.

Maybe I should back up. My name is Jasper Callaghan, and I'm currently impatiently awaiting fish tacos on the beach.

Giovanni, also known as Van or simply, John, and I had just finished our last year of university. As a celebration our families decided to go on a cruise together, arriving a day early so we could spend some time in Miami, where the boat was stationed.

Our two families were composed of my parents, Tracy and Max, and my twin sisters, Casey and Daisy. I know their names are similar, so we try and put a lot of emphasis on the first letters of their names. They say kids are prone to phases, which must be true since Casey goes for days, sometimes weeks, without saying a word. Daisy has become very adept at speaking for her, so we direct our conversation towards her. For a couple of eight year olds, they had the personalities of somebody my age.

John's family, on the other hand, was closer to traditional than mine. His Dad's name was Julian, which is where he got his Italian roots from. John's Mother was white, named Daphne. Julian was allowed to name his son, while Daphne named their daughter, Shannon.

We had been a close knit group since our Dads worked together on a commercial renovation job. My Dad is an electrician, and Julian is a general contractor. They've been in business together for years, combining their skills and becoming a behemoth in the field of house flipping.

Luckily, my Mom and Daphne got along famously. Once we discovered how well our families connected we started spending more and more time together. Eventually, they became like an extended family that we all love to death.

Shannon was 19, so she could only drink when the boat stopped overseas on an excursion where the drinking age in lowered. She still had a couple years left in university, so we liked to joke about her being the baby of the group. Yes, my sisters are younger than she is, but that makes it so much funnier.

"I got fish tacos, too." Daisy whispered to me.

"I thought you didn't like fish?" I whispered back, unsure of why we were being quiet but playing along anyway.

"I don't, but I wanna try it while we're here." If there are two things everybody should know about Daisy, it's that she doesn't like the colour green and she doesn't like new things. She loves to try them, but it never ends up working in her favour.

With this in mind, I pulled aside our waitress as she was walking past and asked her to bring a plate of chicken fingers and French fries, a historical favourite of the twins. Daisy didn't see me do it, but I knew she'd thank me later.

"You guys planning on meeting any hot babes this week?" Julian was munching on free fish sticks, a staple of our chosen restaurant; "Off the Hook".

"I don't make plans, I let the universe make arrangements for me." John grabbed his Dad's fish stick and snapped it in half, eating the end he ripped off. "It's always worked out for me so far."

"Pig." Shannon snorted. John's various conquests were well known to the family, but still remained a topic that was always tiptoed around. Besides, who really wants to talk about their friend's sex life in detail anyway?

Speaking of sex, it's been weeks since I had any. Something in me had just switched off; I didn't want to pursue women just for one night, I wanted somebody special. Unfortunately for me, it was hard to find somebody that didn't bug me after a couple hours. Van was the exception to that; he was basically my brother at this point and we'd never had so much as a fight between us.

At long last our meal arrived, and I dug in with vigor. We had all starved ourselves for the day in order to consume as much food as possible at this incredible eatery. Plates of crab cakes and fish tacos, salmon steak and fried tilapia, and chicken fingers with fries.

"Bleh!" Daisy spat out her bite of a fish taco into a napkin. "That's so gross! It tastes like dirt!"

"That's called cilantro, Daisy." I took a big bite from her taco and momentarily let myself dip into a pool of heaven. "Oh God, that's good."

With a frown on her face, Daisy thanked me for ordering her chicken fingers before devouring three of the six fingers, seemingly all at once.

After fifteen minutes of straight silence, we all took a breath from our plates. "This is the best seafood I've ever had." John moaned, clearly upset that he was too stuffed to eat more.

"I know, man, I want to move here just for this place." I was ready to lie down on the table at this point, full beyond compare.

We paid our bill and stumbled two blocks down to our hotel, all half-drunk from our many margaritas and long island iced teas. On the elevator ride up, Julian and John decided to go down to the bar and get liquored. I declined on the basis that I was already inches from sleep.

"Max, come on, brother!" Julian was patting my Dad on the back like that would help encourage him.

"Hell no, I go down for one drink then I stay down there for ten, waking up the next morning feeling like I was skull fucked by big foot." My Dad laughed at his creative tongue, which I also had to give him credit for.

"Jesus, Max." My Mom scoffed. "You're lucky the girls didn't hear that." She was right; they hadn't. The two of them had noise cancelling headphones on and were completely oblivious to the world around them. It became a bit of a running joke to see who could say the raunchiest thing while they were muting us.

Leaving John and Julian to their drinking, the rest of us headed up to our rooms. My parents were soon fitted in their bed, Casey and Daisy on the other bed, and I on the pull out couch. Everyone in the room was just as tired as I was, and were lost in their dreams in no time.

I, too, fell asleep fantasizing about the upcoming adventure our family was going to enjoy. Something in my stomach told me this wasn't going to be an ordinary cruise. I was hoping silently that I would meet somebody: a gorgeous, sexual somebody.

Yeah, the chances were slim, but hope is what makes humanity great. Hope that we can succeed, hope from the darkness, and hope that I can nail a hot blonde with big cans.

Oops, my bad. Got a little carried away there. But to be honest, if that offends you then this isn't the story for you, friend.

Day 2:

The next morning, we were all crowded around the curb waiting for a taxi to take us to the boat. John had hollow eyes indicating a hangover, and was holding a cup of steaming, black coffee.

"Petty sure you can't keep that cup, son." I shook my head at him.

"Then they can bill me for it." He grumbled through clenched teeth. Not clenched in anger, but in agony from the ricocheting pings of pain being rocketed around his glass skull.

We loaded all nine of us into two taxi buses, and sped off towards the docks. We rolled through the city with our windows down, letting a brisk and relaxing breeze wash through the van and protect us from the scorching morning sun.

Daisy had her seatbelt off and had climbed into my lap, sitting on her knees and gazing in wonder over the vast ocean, dotted with boats and stretching far beyond where the eye could see. "It's beautiful." She whispered.

"Yes it is, sweetheart." I kissed the top of her head and held her steady by the straps of her overalls.

Once we reached the ships, the reaction from the girls was enthusiasm beyond what I'd ever seen. They were bouncing on the spot waiting for us to unload the taxi, curious as to what the inside of such an enormous boat would hold.

With our suitcases in hand, with the exception of John, who was holding only his coffee, we took off towards the building that connected us to the gaping archway that would mark our entrance to the boat.

"Giovanni, pick up that suitcase for your sister." Daphne ordered her son. He complied with a grumble and handed his coffee to Shannon, demanding that she handle it with the utmost importance. She was, of course, happy to not have to carry any luggage.

Every bump that Van hit on his way into the enormous building would send a pulse to his head, where he'd proceed to let us know through a deep, hearty groan. Shannon shoved his coffee back into his hands and grabbed the handle from the suitcase.

"I'll carry it, you wimp." She spat.

"Thank you." John smiled weakly.

We arrived at the check in line, and saw how slowly it was moving. Clearly, too many people had taken a break at the wrong time and left only one girl to check people in. There was a man arguing with her at the front of the line and holding it up for everyone.

My boredom overtook me and I told John to watch my suitcase. I'm not sure if he heard me but I took his sigh as confirmation.

Off to the side from the line, there was an interesting piece of art that was calling my name. The sculpture was depicting Aphrodite, the goddess of love. I got lost staring at it, partially because of how tired I was by being up this early.

In fact, I didn't even notice when a brown haired girl was suddenly standing beside me. She was turned my way, gazing at the statue from a different angle.

"Telling myself to rebuild and rebound, yet always hoping to see you around." I sang to her, and she turned around with a pleased wonder in her eyes.

"Because that's my idea of safe and sound." She spoke back to me in the same sing-songy tone that I had, stunned for a moment that somebody had awkwardly quoted lyrics that coincided with the band her shirt was promoting.

"The Story So Far." I declared to her, pointing at her shirt, which had their logo and band name in bright red letters. "They're one of my favourite bands."

"Shut up, they're one of my favourite bands." She stuck her hand out. "Kristin Quinn."

"Jasper Callaghan." I announced to her, shaking her hand. "Which boat are you going on?"

"The Allure of the Seas." She said with, and I hope I'm not mistaken, a hopeful tone. Like she was giving me the hint that she hoped we were on the same boat. Thankfully, we were. I told her and she played it off like she was barely interested, but I saw the spark ignite in her eye as she looked me up and down.

What really gave her away was the quick lick of her lips she did before turning away and walking off. "Maybe I'll see you on board sometime." She called back, not waiting for a response. If people still played the hard to get game, she was one of them.

Daisy walked up behind me and fake karate chopped my leg, making a 'thwack' noise with her mouth as she did. "Who was that?" She asked.

"A very pretty girl, don't you think?" I was still staring as Kristin and watching her leave. There was a breathtaking jiggle going on with her ass that was difficult to part with.

"Jasper, get over here!" My Mom was calling to me and I rushed over to pick up my bags and suitcase.

After dumping them off to the crew to get our bags sent up to our rooms, we walked up the long plank, like an excruciatingly long ramp. Then up to a series of stairs where we climbed up another ramp to get to the opening of the boat.

Poor John, I thought he was going to pass out by the second flight of steps. "As soon as we get on board, nobody talk to me for a full day." He ordered through wheezing.

"Welcome on board." The staff greeted us just as we stepped onto the deck of the boat. It was like being in a huge palace, surrounded by glistening pillars and chandeliers. There was a lounge one way, a cupcake store next to it, a pizza shop across the way, and a host of other attractions scattered wherever my eyes could land.

I could see the impression it was making on the twins, leaving them speechless (which wasn't normal for BOTH of them, just Casey). Their faces were stuck in smiles as they absorbed the sheer wonder of their new home for a week.

We loaded into an elevator, all bound for the ninth floor. My parents had a room that backed onto the side of the boat, giving them a brilliant view. My sisters and I, on the other hand, had our own rooms. The twins together, and me right across the hall from them.

I had two beds, so planned to use the other as a place to lay my clothes. It was a surprisingly spacious room, with a bathroom and shower right behind the front door. I had a TV in the corner facing the two beds, with a dresser below it. Between the two beds was a nightstand hosting a lamp and a radio I could plug my iPod into.

"Not bad." I examined every inch of my room and got familiar with it.

These beds demanded to be tested for comfort, so I wasted no time in kicking off my shoes and climbing onto the mattress. "Not bad." I chimed to myself, picturing all the nights I may spend passed out drunk on this very same bed.

I could feel the loss of sleep over the past couple days starting to get to me. Coupled with the fact that I hadn't slept well through any of the nights leading up to my final exams, it didn't take long for me to drift off to sleep.

Usually the things I dream about are based off of what I see the day before I sleep; just one of my weird quirks. What made this particularly enjoyable, was Kristin. Why, you might ask?

My brain is hard wired for sex, always had been. So when a jaw dropping brown haired goddess waltzes into my life it was futile to ask my overactive brain to switch off. The second my mind entered a dream state, all my thoughts centered on her.

My mental fantasy opened up with Kristin lying on her back, spread out on a quilt on the ground. A golden brown field lay sprawling around us, reaching the furthest corners that my eyes could see. One lonely tree stood tall and mighty, casting shade over the two of us.

When I looked from the field back to Kristin, her clothes had vanished. Not taken off, literally vanished into thin air. That's the power of dreams.

Not to mention that my brain had decided that Kristin needed monstrously large cans, even though I knew they weren't that stacked in real life. Her, still impressive, C-cup breasts had transformed into two beautiful shaped double D's.

She had her legs apart, giving me an encouraging stare. Her invitation to watch did not go unanswered. With her tits pushed together between her biceps, the wobbling hills were vying for my attention. Capped by her delicately pink nipples, with areolas as wide as ping pong balls, she shook her breasts back and forth.

Watching her tits spill back and forth like rolling waves was captivating, to say the least. All the while, unbeknownst to me, her hand was slowly sliding its way between her legs. I was only snapped from my daze when she emitted a soft whine when her fingers brushed against the sensitive button she was pushing.

Every second that passed by, Kristin only grew wetter and wetter. Her fingers were a flurry against her clitoris, circling around the engorged bud. Pinching it between her thumb and first finger, she would gently twist her clit and snap her head back, relishing the overpowering pleasure surging through her veins.

It took a few minutes before she withdrew her hand from her clit, breathing both heavy and ragged. With a coy smile, she extended her middle and first finger to poke them into her sweet, glistening hole. One push was all it took to sink her fingers as deep as she could get them, clawing at the walls of her vagina with an intensity that she couldn't hide.

Her free hand had landed on one of her wobbling breasts, squeezing the firm, pillowy orb with enough strength that appeared she was trying to knead a ball of dough. Pure passion guided her motions; hands grasping excitingly at her chest, tumbling with the weight of her enormous breasts.

I could hear the sounds her pussy was making, trying to tighten back up every time she dug her fingers deep against her g-spot. Wet, sucking noises, like her fingers were mixing around a concoction that was slowly bubbling to the surface.

Grinding her hips against her palm, rubbing her clit in time with her digging harshly against her g-spot. The hand grabbing her breast tightened to the point where I thought she'd bruise herself, but she held her grip on anyway and rode her orgasm to its booming finale.

With her mouth agape and her hand clutching onto her breast with all its intensity, Kristin continued the ferocious assault on her pussy, pulling out every drop of orgasmic bliss that she could as she reached her peak.

Her legs seized up and her breathing stopped entirely, lending all her body's attention to her vagina. Convulsing a few more times before collapsing in a spread eagle heap.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Three solid knocks on my door shook me from my dream, followed by my best friend's voice. "Let's go get a good spot for the Jerry Stations." John urged.

I jumped from my bed and bolted to the door, throwing it open and leaning into the hallway. The floors were padded with a soft, colourful rug that actually felt surprisingly cushiony under my toes.

"Where'd your hangover disappear to?" I shouted at him as he jogged off down the hall.

"There's just something about the ocean air, man." I could tell he was still sensitive to loud noises, as he winced as he yelled back.

I grabbed the rest of my family and we walked to our Jerry Station; a meeting place for people on our floor in the case of an emergency. The speaker went through a boring list of rules I was too busy to listen to. My mind was wandering far away to the utter happiness I felt.

Standing beside me was the rest of my family, but my Dad and Julian were nowhere to be seen. The twins were playing rock, paper, scissors amongst themselves while my Mom and Daphne paid strict attention to the presentation. On the off chance that something went wrong, I knew that they would want to be the two taking control.

The next week of my life would be spent relaxing, drinking, eating, partying, and then relaxing some more. There was no stress, no drama, just a world of possibilities that my best friend and I were going to experience.

"You see any hot girls yet?" John nudged me.

"Yeah, before we boarded. Her name is Kristin."

"You made contact? Wow, moving pretty fast."

"Fuck you."

"Not even if you asked politely." He chuckled. I shot him a grossed our stare. "Okay, okay, maybe if you ask politely."

"Dick." I grumbled with a smile I couldn't fight back.

"That's what they yell at me from a distance." He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed along with me, attracting the attention of the speaker. She drilled a hole in me for a few seconds, before resuming her speech about how to proceed if we crash.

"So, this girl, she's cute?" He wasn't looking at me, as to avoid attention, so I too responded with a hushed tone.

"Gorgeous, Van. Like, you have no idea."

"You need a wingman?"

"I wouldn't turn down some assistance."

"You better hope she's got a hot sister than, amigo." He knocked his fist against my shoulder and smiled confidently.

It took longer than expected, or necessary, but we finally finished the training.

"Van, you alright buddy?" He was rushing out of the crowd and I was hot on his trail like he knew I could be. "Talk to me!" I shouted after him.