Ten Day Cruise Ch. 01

The four of us splashed one another and horsed around in the deep water. Glen dunked me from behind. When he did, his hand found my bare breasts. Glen jerked his hands away, and when I surfaced, he apologized.

I moved closer to my brother. Placing my arms around his neck, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I looked into his eyes and smiled. "You have two choices. You can keep your hands off my boobs or stop apologizing when you touch them." I kissed Glen's cheek and slid off him. He chased me to the edge of the pool.

"What do you mean, Meg?" Glen asked.

"If we're going to horse around, there is a good chance you'll touch me. I won't get mad at you unless you keep telling me you're sorry. I don't want you to be sorry you touched my boobs--or anything else."

"Are you nuts? What the hell has come over you, Meg?"

"Nothing's come over me. I want to have fun, that's all. What I'm trying to say is don't get all upset when you accidentally touch me."

Jenny came over to Glen and me. She was laughing and told me her brother was being mean. Brad came up behind Jenny and dunked her. While she was underwater, Brad dunked me. We began goofing around again. This time, it was a free-for-all. We splashed and dunked anyone close. Brad and Jenny dunked each other more often than they tried to dunk Glen or me.

We climbed out of the water to rest. Before sitting down, Jenny pulled the ties on the sides of her suit bottoms. She peeled the suit away and dropped it on the deck beside her lounge. I watched as Brad removed his suit and then sat down.

Glen sat on his lounge, blocking my view of Brad and Jenny. He asked if I wanted more sunscreen on my back. I nodded and stretched out on my stomach. Turning my head toward my brother, I watched him retrieve the lotion from the beach bag. He waited for a few moments while the hot sun dried my body.

I glanced at Jenny. She sat talking to her brother as if she was dressed. Glen poured sunscreen on my back, distracting me from watching Jenny and Brad. Glen's hand moved slowly, more slowly than he had before. He carefully coated my back and shoulders, adding sunscreen when needed.

Then, I made the decision to remove my bottoms. My hands shook as I untied the strings at my hips. Lifting my body, I tugged the suit out from under me. I looked up at Glen. His eyes looked like they would bug out of his head. Smiling, I said, "I don't want my butt to burn."

"You want me to put sunscreen on it?"

"If you want to, it's okay with me. If not, I'll do it."

I think Glen was as nervous about touching my butt as I was about having him do it. He grazed my cheeks with his hand, careful not to touch me too much. Closing my eyes, I savored the feeling of a man's hand on my bare bottom. Glen coated my butt and quickly moved his hand to my legs. I smiled and let out a muffled sigh.

Glen finished applying sunscreen to the places he would touch. Now, I was faced with staying on my belly or flipping over. I knew if I did, the mystery would be gone. My brother would have a view of my pussy, the last bit he hadn't seen. I took several deep breaths before opening my eyes. Looking past Glen, I saw Jenny watching me. Her radiant smile and quick wink gave me the courage I needed.

I flipped over and waited for a moment before looking at Glen. When I did, his face was priceless. It was like Christmas morning when we were kids, and he opened a package he wished for all year. It was strange for me to know the first boy who saw me completely naked was my brother. I noticed Brad was looking at me and blushed. Jenny snapped Brad with her finger, and he jumped.

Taking the lotion from my brother, I began to smear it over my body. While Glen watched me, I wished it were his hands, not mine, gliding over my tingling skin. He stretched out on the lounge. Glen tried to keep from looking at me, but to my delight, he couldn't. I didn't think about what I was doing to my brother until I saw him flip a towel over his middle. It was all I could do to keep from grinning.

I didn't think it was funny because I was exciting my brother. I thought it was precious. I sat up to finish my lower legs. Across the pool from us, Mom looked at me and smiled. I smiled and waved.

We spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool. I loved the way swimming naked felt. Each time I entered the pool, Glen followed me. We didn't do much horsing around, but Glen never strayed far from me. I felt he was guarding me against anyone wanting to get too close. I didn't mind his attention at all. In fact, I loved it.

"We're having dinner in the main dining room," Mom said as she stood over me. I looked up, smiling at her. Like me, Mom was naked.

"Okay, what time do we have to be there?"

"Our seating is at seven, Meg. Dress nice, both of you. I'm wearing the black dress I bought. You should wear the red one. Glen, you have to wear a tie and jacket," Mom said.

Dad walked up and stood next to Mom. He didn't have a stitch of clothing on. I glanced up and down his body and then looked into his eyes. We traded smiles. Mom and Dad left, telling my brother and me not to be late. Dad said he and Mom would meet us at Glen's and my room.

"I guess we have to go," I told Jenny and Brad. "We're eating in the main dining room tonight."

"That's cool. We are, too. I guess we'll see you guys later," Jenny said.

I wrapped a towel around my waist. Picking up my bag, I started toward the cabin. Glen walked next to me and grinned. We went to our stateroom. I sat on the bed and acted as if I were pouting. When Glen asked what was wrong, I shook my head.

"You got to see me today, but I haven't seen you. I think you should take your suit off so we're even," I said.

Glen laughed and pushed his suit down. He kicked it off his feet and stood facing me. I stared at his cock for a moment and then looked up. Glen sat on his bed, pulling his legs up on the mattress. I removed my towel and did the same. We sat there with our backs against the headboards and used our eyes to explore each other.

"It wasn't so bad today. I liked being naked," I said. "I guess this trip isn't going to be too bad after all."

"Do you want to know what Brad told me?" Glen said.

"I think I know. Jenny told me a secret today."

"Oh, I guess we shouldn't tell each other because it's a secret," Glen said.

"That's right, we shouldn't."

"Want to watch television?"

"You can watch it. I'm going to take a shower."

Glen laughed. "Do you want me to wash your back?" His face turned red, and he apologized for what he had said.

I shook my head and went to the head. After closing the door, I leaned against it. Glen had no idea how bad I wanted him to wash my back and everywhere else. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Once the water felt tepid, I climbed in and let it flow over me.

"What's come over you?" I said aloud. "You are damn near throwing yourself at your brother."

For the next few minutes, I carried on a conversation with myself. I spoke aloud and answered my own questions. By the time I finished in the shower, I was confused. Part of me wanted to seduce my brother, but a more rational part convinced me it was wrong to think of him like I was.

All my reasoning went out the door when I returned to the room. Glen was still on the bed. He had his eyes closed, and his penis lay limp on his thigh. Up until then, he was aroused when I saw him. Now, I was looking at him in his normal state, and he seemed almost angelic. I walked over to his bed and put my hand on Glen's shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked up at me.

"Time to get ready, Glen," I said.

My brother nodded and got up. I watched his butt as he walked into the head. Once again, I wrestled with my feelings. Once again, my nipples hardened, and my pussy tingled. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the thoughts I was having. I sat on my bed and felt as if I were going to cry. It took all my resolve to gather my emotions and get up to dress.

I put on a red lacy thong and a matching bra. Pulling the pantyhose out of my suitcase, I realized Mom had bought me thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose. After putting the stockings on, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Grinning, I turned around and looked over my shoulder. I decided I liked the thigh-highs much better than the pantyhose.

After putting on my dress, I tried the high heels Mom and I picked out. The heels were only two inches, but they still made my legs look sexy. At least, I thought so. Glen came out of the head with a towel around his waist. His low wolf whistle confirmed how I felt I looked.

"You look great, Meg. If you weren't my sister, I would ask you out."

"You can pretend I'm not your sister and take me to dinner tonight."

Glen smiled and nodded. He grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on before removing his towel. I had never seen my brother in anything except white briefs. He looked much older in the boxer shorts.

"Dad told me I should try them," Glen said as he tugged at his boxers.

"You look sexy in them, Glen," I said.

I went to the head to fix my hair and put on my makeup. I usually didn't wear makeup, but I decided to put on eyeshadow and mascara. After I did, I put on pink lipgloss.

Mom and Dad came to our room at six forty-five. We all complimented each other on how we were dressed. On the way to the dining room, Mom asked me about the stockings. I told her I loved them.

We sat at a large round table with Jenny, Brad, and their parents. I listened to our parents talking and realized they had become friends. Glen kept looking at me and smiling. Jenny and Brad did the same thing. I wondered if their parents knew they were messing around with each other.

Dinner came in several courses. The captain stopped by our table to see how we were doing. Dad told him we were having a great time on the ship. I smiled because my dad was right. I was having the time of my life.

Our parents had wine with the main course. All of us kids were shocked when the server poured wine for us. Jenny's dad said something about being in international waters and the drinking age was different at sea.

After dinner, a live band came out and began playing. I guess it was more like a small orchestra. They played slow music I hadn't heard before. We ate dessert and drank another glass of wine. Jenny's dad made a toast about having a good time with good friends. We all clicked our glasses together and sipped the wine.

Dad asked Mom to dance. When they got up, so did Jenny's parents. Glen took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He put his arm around my waist and guided me to the dance floor.

I felt myself glowing as my brother led me around the dance floor. My shoes made dancing a little hard, but I got used to them after a few minutes. Jenny and Brad also danced, moving close to Glen and me. When the song ended, Jenny and I switched brothers. I danced with Brad but felt pangs of jealousy when I watched Jenny and Glen.

Dad asked me to dance to the next song. Glen danced with Mom. My dad was a great dancer and moved me smoothly to the music. He held me in a classic stance with one hand on my back and the other holding my hand at shoulder height.

"Are you and your brother having fun yet?" Dad said as he turned me.

"Yes, we're having fun, Dad. I'm sorry for acting like a spoiled brat."

Dad chuckled. "I can't say I blame you, pumpkin. Your mom and I didn't handle this very well, did we?"

"No, I think you guys did the right thing, Daddy. If you had told me before we left, I would have thrown a tantrum just like you thought I would."

"I don't mean to embarrass you, but I think your brother has eyes for his little sister."

I gasped and looked up into my dad's eyes. He looked at me and grinned. "Your mother and I aren't blind, pumpkin. We see the way he looks at you. We also can see the way you look at Glen."

When I began to stutter, Dad shook his head. "You don't have to try to justify or rationalize how you feel, Megan. Believe me when I say I know how you feel. I used to have a huge crush on your Aunt Paula."

Aunt Paula is Dad's older sister. She lived in Texas but used to live close to our house.

"You and Aunt Paula?" I said.

Dad laughed. "Yup, I was like a lovesick puppy. I followed her around whenever I could. Having feelings for a sibling isn't uncommon, Meg."

I didn't really understand what my dad was telling me. Not until he said, "Don't worry about how you feel. I would suggest you follow your heart. Someday, you may regret it if you don't."

"Is that what happened between you and Aunt Paula?" I said.

The song stopped, but Dad and I continued to dance. When the next song began, we didn't miss a step.

"Let's just say I have no regrets about my younger years and leave it there."

"Does Mom know?" I said. I felt my dad had confessed something to me that was an important part of his life, even if he didn't come out and say it.

"Your mother and I have no secrets between each other. Our relationship is built on trust."

"How old were you and Aunt Paula?" I knew I was fishing for answers. I didn't know if my dad would give them to me.

"We were younger than you are, pumpkin. We didn't do anything we're ashamed of, and I won't apologize to anyone about what we shared."

"Do Grandma and Grandpa know?"

Dad laughed and swung me around. "You ask too many questions, young lady."

The song ended. Dad and I separated and went back to the table. Mom and Glen came back, too. I asked for a soda, and Glen waved for a server. After quenching my thirst, I drank more wine.

"You're right, Megan. Your brother is a good dancer," Mom said.

I wanted to tell Mom Glen was my date for the evening, but I held my tongue. "I know he is, and after I rest, I want him to dance with me again."

Mr. and Mrs. Weaver came back to the table with Jenny and Brad. Mr. Weaver ordered a bottle of champagne and eight glasses. The server filled our glasses with the bubbly wine, and Mr. Weaver proposed a toast to Mom and Dad for their anniversary. We all cheered and wished Mom and Dad many more happy years. I drank some of the champagne and decided I liked it. When I emptied my glass, Dad offered me more. Mom cautioned me about drinking too much, so I told Dad I would wait.

Glen, Brad, Jenny, and I went to the dance floor. Brad and I danced to a song, and then I danced with my brother again. He held me close with his cheek against my head. I felt as if I was going to melt in his arms.

"Dad is dancing with Brad's mom," Glen said. He turned me so I could see.

"Mom is dancing with their dad," I said. Glen turned again so he could watch.

Brad and Jenny danced cheek to cheek. I saw Brad's hand on Jenny's butt and watched his fingers move. When I turned Glen so he could see, I hoped he would get the idea. Glen did, and I felt his hand on my ass.

"Your hand feels nice," I said.

"It feels fantastic to me," Glen said.

Glen flexed his fingers against my butt cheek and pulled me closer. I felt his hard cock against me and smiled. I moved so he would know I could feel him.

The song ended, so Jenny and I switched brothers again. Brad put his hand on my ass, and I didn't stop him. Just like my brother, his penis felt hard against me. Because Brad was only two inches taller than I was, I could feel him against my hip instead of my stomach. Brad moved his hand over my butt and then up to my waist.

When we returned to the table, Jenny and I decided to go to the bathroom and left our brothers sitting alone.

"It looks like our parents are getting along, doesn't it?" I said.

"Yeah, they sure are. It looks like you're getting along better with your brother," Jenny said.

I blushed and nodded.

"Glen told me he was scared he was going to piss you off. I told him you wouldn't get mad at him as long as he was honest with you. I said you'll tell him to stop if he tries something you don't want him to do."

"What did he say?"

"He told me he wouldn't do anything to hurt you no matter how he feels," Jenny said. "He is so much like Brad. My brother was scared to death, too."

"I thought you said he got into your bed and started kissing you."

Jenny smiled and nodded her head. "He did after I teased him until he couldn't stand it anymore. I would have jumped in bed with him but wanted Brad to come to me."

We left the head to go back to the table. I wondered what my brother wanted to do and what I was willing to let him do.

"Hi, what took you two so long?" Brad asked when Jenny and I returned to the table.

"We were making out and lost track of time," Jenny said.

I gasped, Glen's mouth fell open, and Jenny laughed.

"You've always been a sucker for a hot chick, Jenny," Brad said.

"We weren't doing anything!" I said sternly.

"I know, I just like teasing my sister," Brad said.

Glen realized Jenny was joking. He began to laugh along with Brad and Jenny. I started to laugh, too. Glen poured more champagne into our glasses. He smiled at me and then took a drink. Jenny sipped her wine and said, "You better watch out, Megan. I think Glen is trying to get you drunk."

I smiled and took another sip. "Is it what you're trying to do? Get me drunk and take advantage of me?"

My brother looked like someone killed his puppy. I felt sorry for what I said and quickly apologized. Glen swallowed hard and drank some of his soda. I got up, took his hand, and led him to the dance floor.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, Glen," I said as we danced. "Please forgive me."

"I would never take advantage of you when you're drunk, Meg."

"I know you wouldn't, Glen. I shouldn't have said what I did."

"You have me all confused. You let me touch your butt while we're dancing, and the way you've been looking at me makes me..."

"I'm confused too, Glen. When you touched my butt, I forgot you were my brother. I could feel you against me, and it felt nice. I know how I feel is wrong, but I don't care."

"I won't do anything to hurt you, Meg," Glen said. It sounded as if he were about to cry.

"I know you won't. I don't want to hurt you either. I also don't want to lose my brother and best friend."

"What are we going to do?"

I looked up at my brother and smiled. "We can dance and think about it. I don't have any answers. I'm so confused I feel like I could bust."

"You? How do you think I feel?" Glen said.

I ran my hand over the back of Glen's head. His short hair bristled against my fingers. "You feel very nice in my arms." I smiled and added, "It felt even better when you rubbed my bottom."

Glen chuckled. He lowered one hand, placing it on my butt. I sighed and rested my head against Glen. As we danced, he kissed the top of my head. I stumbled, and he caught me. Even though it was the top of my head, I could feel the heat of his kiss.

"I'm not going to drink too much more wine or anything else," I said as I walked back to the table with my brother.

"Why not?"

"I don't want to be drunk if you decide to take advantage of me."

Glen stopped cold in his tracks. I chuckled and pulled him toward the table. Mom glanced at us and smiled. Glen was blushing to beat the band. When we sat down, I scooted my chair closer to Glen's chair. While I talked to Jenny, I leaned across my brother's chest. He put his arm over the back of my chair to give me room.

"What port are we supposed to be in tomorrow?" Mom asked.

"St. Thomas, I think," Mr. Weaver said. "What day is it?"

"It's Sunday," Mom said. "The third day of the trip."

"After the stop in St. Thomas, we steam all night and end up at the island for a few days," Jenny's dad said. "The cruise line owns a private Island."

"What do we do there?" I said.

"The island is so cool! We can go exploring in the jungle and lie on the beach. They have beach volleyball and other games to play," Jenny said.