Logical Ch. 06

He kissed me this time tasting his own nectar on my lips. He choked with emotion, "I love you so much, Jen."

"I love you too."

Nicked pulled his SUV into the parking lot nearest the pier where the SS Commodore was tied up. He put the vehicle in park and announced, "We're here. And with time to spare."

"Time to spare?" I asked with agitated enthusiasm. "Good. Now it's my turn. Stan get up front."

"What?"

"Get in the passenger seat, hurry." I demanded.

He hustled from the backseat and occupied the front-side passenger seat with the sense of urgency my tone necessitated. He closed his door and twisted in his seat, "Now what?"

"Now it's my turn," I replied spreading my legs wide. I knew my pussy was perfectly framed between my leather corset and my lace stockings. My knees touched the middle of the bucket seats in front of me. My bare bald cunt beckoned my lovers, "Finger me, both of you."

Nick looked at Stan with a raised eyebrow. Stan simply shrugged wetted his right middle finger in his mouth then inserted it into my already drenched crevice and he observed, "Jen, your pussy feels so tight."

"Yeah...that's...it," I panted with heated breath. "Now....you...Nick."

He squirmed in his seat and watched Stan's finger sliding in and out of my cunt. He heard the wet flesh on flesh smacks and watched me pinch and pull on nipples with moans and groans. Finally, after wetting his left middle finger he slid it fully inside. "Like that? Man, Sis, you are wet."

"Now move....move them.....move them like......like you'd......you'd fuck me," I stammered, the desperation in my voice reflecting my need.

Soon the men masturbated me with a gratifying tandem tempo. Stan would withdraw his finger down the length of my vagina wiggling it like a thick worm until his fingernail was just inside my puffy labia. Then he would slam it back inside my pussy to his third knuckle.

Nick would do the opposite, when Stan withdrew his finger, Nick would insert his finger but he used a twisting motion as he moved it rapidly in and out my pussy. He teased me, "Does that make your quim quiver, Sis?"

Stan quipped, "Don't you wish these were our cocks and not just our fingers?"

"Yes....yes....cocks....big cocks....hard cocks," I stuttered in with wild-eyed enthusiasm.

Recalling the vision of Leilani's stretched cunt jammed with the cocks of her husbands' I imaged what my men cocks would do to my pussy. The fantasy only added to my excitement. My cunt was leaking fluid like it was a damaged hydraulic line. I was glad I was sitting on the beach towel as it ran down my butt crack. The pleasure generated in my cunt radiated throughout my body and made my mind reel.

Stan recognized the signs of my impending orgasm and directed Nick, "Shove your thumb up her ass."

When Nick roughly jammed his thick oblong thumb up my saturated asshole Stan pushed his palm against my clit and applied steady pressure against it. Stan said, "Cum, my Love, cum."

"Ahhhhhh!" I cried out.

My eyes rolled over white as I slipped over the pinnacle and surrendered to the sensual fall of pleasurable orgasm. Red light burst across the sensory receptors of my brain as my body shook. My whole pelvic area seemed to contract then exploded with release. I screamed as a stream of ejaculate spewed from my cunt and splattered the console in front of my spread legs just missing the guys. I collapsed as everything went black.

Moments later, I regained my senses. As the fog cleared I became aware that Stan had pulled me to the passenger side of the backseat and was helping me get back into my dress. While Nick scrubbed the console with the beach towel. I stuttered an apology for making a mess.

Nick said with a smile, "Don't worry about it. It was a pleasure watching you cum."

"Yes, she is so beautiful when she cums," Stan agreed and kissed my cheek.

After Stan zipped up my dress I got out of the SUV and buckled the wide belt around my waist. Then I hopped in the front seat. Pulled the sun-visor down, flipped open the vanity mirror and touched up my makeup. I reapplied lipstick and ran my fingers thru my hair to get rid of a couple of tangles. Satisfied with my appearance I said, "Let's go."

Stan and Nick each carried an overnight bag and followed me up the gangway to the SS Commodore. We checked-in at the Purser's desk then found our cabin. We dropped our bags and ran back to the rail to throw colored streamers to people on the pier below us. This departure tradition acted as a last symbolic grasp with the old ties ashore then as the streamers broke with the departing of the ship it symbolized the start of a new adventure.

Once we cleared the Port of Long Beach we had to participate in mandatory abandon ship drills. It was quite comical as everyone on board scrambled to their assigned lifeboat stations. It took us several attempts before the captain of the ship felt everyone knew where to go. As soon as we secured from the drill we made our way to the stern deck of the ship where the wedding was to take place.

The clear blue Pacific sky contrasted perfectly with the greenish-blue of the ocean to produce a picturesque setting for the nuptials. The bride, like all brides, was beautiful in her white gown. Her father, Nick's boss, beamed with pride as he escorted her down the aisle. The only downer was that Kimber arrived fashionably late just before the ceremony began and somehow had managed to steal the seat next to my brother when everyone stood up for the bridal march.

Kimber shot me an icy smile as we took our seats. She wore the same blue mini-dress that she had shown off in the photo she had texted to Nick earlier in the week. The dress's blue color highlighted her blue eyes, not that anyone would notice her eyes since the strapless dress could barely contain her cantaloupe-size breasts. The poly-spandex material clung so tightly to her breasts that you could clearly see her erect nipples, if you looked hard enough you could make out her puffy areolas that surrounded her nipples.

I returned her smile with a cold one of my own. With subtle grace I ran my hand down the length of Nick's thigh and rested it on his knee staking out my claim as the ceremony began. I heard Nick's sudden in-take of breath and out of the corner of my eye I saw that Kimber had countered by resting her ample breast on Nick's arm.

As the ceremony continued Stan slipped his arm around me. He tapped his hand against Nick's shoulder. When Nick glanced at him, Stan nodded a reminder to my brother that I was there to be shared. Stan was well aware that a vamp like Kimber had a way of transferring a man's blood flow from his brain to his cock. When a man's blood went from his brain to his cock, he tended to forget about the expectant wife and kids at home or the outstanding blowjob he had received just a couple of hours ago. No, when the blood goes to the cock the only thing that matters to a man is the pussy. Stan had just reminded Nick that my pussy was there for him, too. Stan winked at me and I smiled back, thankful for his loving support.

Soon the ceremony was complete. When the crowd stood to witness the newly joined couple exit the area, Kimber hesitated long enough to grope Nick's groin with a subtle squeeze of his cock before she stood. Nick jumped at the unexpected violation pushing me into Stan, who stumbled into the aisle to momentarily block the newlyweds' departure.

"Guess someone doesn't have their sea-legs yet," Kimber giggled coyly at the glaring bride, who stepped around my red-faced husband and through the hatchway into the ship's interior.

I jabbed Nick in the ribs with my elbow and he whispered that Kimber had grabbed his crotch. I nodded my understanding. I was cognizant that the young seductress was fully committed to bedding my brother. I knew Kimber was the type of vixen that kept at a man with womanly wiles until he gave in to his lust. If she could separate Nick from us, she just might get to fuck him.

We made our way through the receiving line next to the hatchway into the ship's ballroom where the reception was to be held. The clamber of the casino echoed down the passageway and added to the festive mood of the wedding party. Stan and I shook hands with the happy couple then with Mr. Everett, Nick's boss, who stood beaming next his just married daughter. Nick followed me trailed by the ever clingy Kimber.

I watched the bride's reaction to Kimber's outfit and the reaction didn't go unnoticed by her father, who raised a critical eyebrow at Kimber. A demure smile crossed my face as I caught the non-verbal cues being passed between father and daughter. I pondered how I might take advantage of the tactical error Kimber had made, her dress called too much attention to herself. It was fine for slutting around a dance club but at wedding of the boss' daughter it wasn't too bright. The bride didn't appreciate sharing attention on her special day with Kimber.

We went straight from the receiving line to the buffet line. Mr. Everett had spared no expense on the food. The Salad Station was first with an assortment of fresh mixed greens, ripe tomatoes and crisp cucumbers, served with a choice of Balsamic vinaigrette or a Ranch-style dressing. The Carving Station was next and offered Garlic Encrusted Prime Rib or Herb Marinated Pork Tenderloin.

When asked by the chef which one she preferred, Kimber replied with a saucy attitude loud enough for most of the line to hear, "Pork please, I just love getting porked, uh, I mean eating pork, uh, I just love pork."

"I just bet you do," responded the chef to the big-titted blonde in front of him. He cut a big slap of meat and placed it on her plate with a wink, "I suppose you like your pork thick too. Huh?"

"The thicker the better," she responded licking her lips in the most alluring manner.

Everyone in the serving line caught Kimber's act. With a glare of displeasure I jabbed my husband in the ribs with my elbow to get him to move on down the serving line to the mashed potatoes and vegetables. People were stacking up behind us to include the bride and her father.

Of course Kimber followed us to our table after we had finished filling our plates. To top it off she chose the seat right next to me. My brother being the gentleman he was held her chair out for her as she sat down.

She expressed gratitude with a bat of her baby-blues, a cunning caress of his bicep and a sultry, "Thank you, Nick, you're so thoughtful."

"You're welcome," replied Nick, the timbre of his voice revealed his exhilaration.

After I placed my purse under my chair I signaled my brother with my eyes and a nod of my head to sit on the other side of me away from the wretched Kimber.

She countered with a bolder move by pulling out the chair on the other side of her seat and the saucy suggestion full of erotic promise, "Sit here, Nick, next to me."

My brother, like a lamb to the slaughter, took Kimber's offer and sat in the pro-offered seat away from me. My eyes flared red when she smirked at me enjoying her tactical victory. I forked a bite of food into my mouth to avoid saying anything that would embarrass my brother in front of his boss. I watched with growing rage as Kimber openly flirted with Nick throughout dinner.

With a hurt heart I pondered, was it really this easy to lose my brother to this vixen after all the sex and intimacy I had shared with him? I shook my head trying to clear such dreadful thoughts, now I knew how Tina must have felt when she had first approached me about becoming my brother's sex surrogate.

Stan sensed my mood and leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. He whispered in my ear, "Don't forget you love your brother."

I silently nodded my agreement while taking a long sip from my water glass.

"People go to great lengths for those they love. Look at how much I love you. I love you enough to share you with your brother." Stan's warm breath and kind words caressed my ear and my ego.

I felt Stan's gentle caress on my lace covered thigh under my dress. Without hesitation I opened my legs wider to give him the access he sought. My nipples hardened in my leather corset. I sighed my pleasure as my pussy began to dampen and ignite with desire.

Stan once again whispered in my ear, "Look at Kimber, she's a bitch in heat."

Without a word I studied the hot young blonde sitting next me. She was in full seduction mode and she possessed the sultry confidence that she would get what she wanted, no doubt she always had. She flicked her long yellow locks out her face to reveal her beguiling smile. The sudden movement gave her ample breasts a provocative jiggle.

Stan agitated my pussy by the wiggling his finger and took my breath away. He whispered, "The only thing that can overcome a bitch in heat is the wiles of wanton women. Be that wanton women, Jen. Save your brother."

Mr. Everett stopped by the table just as Stan pulled his finger out me. He greeted each of us and then addressed Kimber with a somber tone, "Quite the dress, you're wearing young lady."

Kimber gushed, "I know, don't you just love it?"

"A little too revealing for my taste, now my daughter's wedding dress is very tasteful," he said motioning to the head table where the newlyweds were seated.

Kimber frowned in frustration, "It's okay, I guess."

Mr. Everett sighed and continued, "When you're a bride, Kimber, you'll understand the importance your wedding day and how certain inconsideration can damper your special day."

"Oh, I don't plan to be a bride for a long time," Kimber smiled tantalizing my brother. "I enjoy playing the field way too much right now."

I knew women like Kimber, she was predator, a mate poacher. She really didn't care about Nick, not really, she simply wanted him because he was attractive and taken. Nick to her was nothing more than a bite of forbidden fruit and another notch on her bedpost. The bitch had no concern for the destruction she left in her wake.

Shaking his head Mr. Everett moved on as the music started up. The groom led his bride onto the dance floor for their first dance. Soon everyone was invited to join the happy couple. Before I could react, Kimber had drug Nick into the swarm of people on the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around Nick's neck pressing her amble bosom against my brother's chest. Then she straddled his thigh and salaciously dry humped his leg.

Stan shook his head at the spectacle. He embraced me tightly and we softly swayed to the romantic rhythm of the music. Kissing my ear he said in a low tone, "Jen, you better do something quick before she mounts him right on the dance floor."

Fortunately the band picked up its tempo and numerous couples exited the dance floor, too embarrassed to call their awkward jerks and gyrations dancing. Kimber hooted above the music, "I love this song."

The less crowded dance floor gave her room to maneuver. She spun her back to Nick then begun to grind her ass into his crotch. Her big tits bounced provocatively in her tight dress. Despite the clingy material it wasn't long before the dark pink top half of her areolas peeked from the strapless blue dress.

Sporting a red face and an obvious boner, Nick tried to back away from Kimber who continued to press home her bawdy assault. In his effort to flee he bumped into the groom causing him to stumble into his bride. She lost her footing and fell on her butt with a loud thud. Kimber's laughter exposed more of her breasts as the groom and Nick each took one of the bride's arms and helped her back up to her feet.

The commotion on the floor had gotten the band to quit playing. The reception was taking on the air of carnival side show. Everyone gawked at the spectacle as Mr. Everett stalked onto the dance floor. Something had to be done to put an end to this burlesque show before Nick died of embarrassment or was fired.

With sudden inspiration I stomped over to the head table and snatched a flute of champagne. I flung the contents of it into Kimber's face. The shocked look on her face was priceless. I smirked at the little tramp, "You need to cool off, Bitch."

To my surprise much of the ballroom burst into applause as Kimber beat a hasty retreat to ladies room. Stan beamed proudly at me applauding with the rest of the crowd. The bride and groom both smiled their thanks at me. Nick was more vocal, "Thanks Sis, you saved my ass."

Encouraged by the sudden turn of events I decided it was time to take Kimber completely out of the picture and now I knew how, "Nick, grab Stan and meet me by the ladies room."

I hustled to our table and snagged my purse then headed to the ladies room. Several people patted me on the back for dealing with the obnoxious trollop. Before I entered the rest room I opened my purse and removed the empty water bottle that contained my brother's cum. I unscrewed the cap and chugged the contents in single swig but didn't swallow. I dumped the bottle in the nearby receptacle and ripped open the ladies room door.

Kimber had used paper towels to dry her face and was in the process of reapplying her makeup when I entered. She glared at me in the reflection of the mirror and sneered, "Come to apologize? Well not accepted." She aggressively patted her face with a powder puff, "You think you can keep me from Nick? You can't."

I approached her without a reply then snatched her by her blonde hair and pulled her head back towards me. The shock of pain made her open her mouth to scream but I covered her mouth with mine and stifled it. I snowballed my brother's cum into Kimber's mouth.

After I released her hair she pushed clear of me sputtering cum and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Red faced and wide-eyed, she hollered, "What the fuck?"

My smile taunted her but I sternly said, "Kimber that's the only taste of my brother's cum you're ever going to get. As you can tell he has no need of you." I turned on my heel and left the ladies room. The echo of Kimber's frustrated rant was cut short by the slamming of the restroom door.

Stan and Nick greeted me with wide grins as I exited the ladies room. We had started down the passageway to our cabin when Kimber threw open the restroom door with a curse. Mr. Everett halted her and gave what would politely be called a stern talking-to.

Kimber tried to defend herself by deflecting, "Mr. Everett, Nick is fucking his sister. It's sick."

"That's it, Kimber. You've practically ruined my daughter's wedding with your outrageous actions now you're trying to ruin a good man's reputation with your outrageous accusations. You are fired, young lady," roared Mr. Everett. His face went from crimson to bright pink as he calmed, "I suggest you go to your cabin until we dock."

My last fleeting glimpse of Kimber was perfect, she glared at me with a gaping mouth and stomped her foot in frustration. I gave her one last smile as my husband and my brother each clutched one of my buttocks with a hand.

We proceeded down the passageway past the casino. We giggled and played grab-ass until we got to our cabin. The guys laughed when I told them what I had done to Kimber in the restroom. Each of them complimented me for taking such bold actions to save Nick from her clutches.

"Bitch, shouldn't have messed with one of my men," I concluded when we stopped at the hatchway in front of our cabin.

Once we were ensconced in our cabin we relaxed. Nick poured everyone a flute of champagne and made a toast, "Here's to Jen."

"And to her love," added Stan raising his glass.

I responded, "And things we do for love."

After I drained my glass I undid my belt and let it fall to the deck followed by my dress. I stood in the awkward silence before my men in just my corset, stockings and heels. My breasts were displayed as if on a tray in the corset's half-bra and ached for attention. I touched each one of them with trembling fingers then tugged and twisted my nipples until I groaned.