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Cruise Doubledate With My Sister

By: 8letters



This is a long, slow story so a quick summary - Thomas and Caitlin are brother and sister and they go on a cruise with their significant others, Rebecca and Jacob. The first part of the story is introducing those four characters and their relationships. Rebecca and Jacob exit stage right together, leaving Thomas and Caitlin crushed. They console each other, sexual tension starts to build and you can guess the rest.

*****

A Saturday in April, Miami 

"Caitlin!"

My sister waved to me then made her way through the crowded atrium of the cruise ship to where my girlfriend and I had been waiting for her and her boyfriend. I hugged her.

"This is Rebecca," I said proudly.

Rebecca and Caitlin hugged. 

"Thomas had sent me pictures of you. You're even prettier in person."

Rebecca blushed. She was pretty, easily the prettiest girl I had ever dated, with wholesome cheerleader/girl next door looks - blond hair down to her waist, deep blue eyes, full lips and a radiant smile.

Caitlin was the first member of my family to meet Rebecca. I felt the urge to put my arm around Rebecca's shoulders to show Caitlin how proud I was to have her as my girlfriend, but Rebecca was uncomfortable with any public displays of affection beyond holding hands.

"So you two work together?" Caitlin asked.

"We're on the same floor," I said. "But we have never done any work together."

"How long have you been dating?"

Rebecca and I looked at each other.

"Well, we've never dated," said Rebecca. "We were friends for a long time then went to boyfriend-girlfriend."

"How long have you been boyfriend-girlfriend?"

Rebecca and I looked at each other again.

"What, a month now?" Rebecca said with a laugh. She had a bubbly, contagious laugh.

"You called me your boyfriend for the first time a couple of days after I called Caitlin about the cruise, so less than a month."

Caitlin had a confused look on her face. Rebecca laughed lightly.

"We haven't had a straightforward romance," Rebecca said. "When we met, neither of us wanted to date the other. I was looking for a devout Christian..."

"And I didn't want to date someone so short." As I'm 6'3" and Rebecca is 5'1", I tower over her and we frequently draw stares.

"We met when Thomas was chasing the other new Marketing hires."

"The single guys in the company look forward to when the new college hires show up in Marketing. They seem to hire only pretty women."

"People paired up quickly and Thomas missed out. I wasn't interested in any of the guys who flirted with me. Thomas saw that I was lonely. I'm from a small town in Texas near Amarillo and didn't know a soul in Boston. Thomas offered to do some things with me as friends. So we did things as friends, and did some more things, and here we are!" Rebecca finished with a big smile.

"Where's your boyfriend?" I asked.

"He misplaced his passport and was searching for it. I know he has it. He should be here any...there he is!" She waved and a guy moved in our direction. He was very good looking, something like a young Tom Cruise with a dark, thick mustache. He looked a little taller than Caitlin, who's 5'8".

"Oh my God!" Rebecca cried as he approached. "Jacob!"

"Rebecca!"

They gave each other a big hug.

"Well, you two obviously know each other," said Caitlin.

"This is incredible!" said Rebecca to Jacob. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

They hugged again, then Jacob hugged Caitlin while Rebecca moved to my side and took my hand.

"We dated our junior and senior years at OU", said Rebecca. Rebecca had gone to the University of Oklahoma. "We split when we graduated and we haven't kept in touch. This is amazing!"

Rebecca had mentioned Jacob a few times, but I never would have guessed her boyfriend at OU was Caitlin's boyfriend in Wichita.

"I told you God would bring us back together," said Jacob.

"Jacob, this is my brother Thomas," said Caitlin. She sounded a little pissed.

Jacob and I shook hands.

"We might as well explore the ship," said Caitlin. "Our luggage won't be in our cabins for a while and just before we depart, we'll have to muster on deck to make up the lifeboat teams and get safety instructions."

As we headed off, Rebecca asked Caitlin, "Have you been on a cruise before?"

"A year ago during spring break with three of my girlfriends from college. We all came down with norovirus."

"Norovirus?"

"Food poisoning. Nasty as hell. Most of the people on our cruise came down with it. My friends and I were sick as dogs for days. We had spent lots of money on shore excursions but couldn't go on them because we were constantly running to the bathroom."

"Did the cruise line refund your money?"

"No. They gave us a voucher for another cruise. My friends didn't want to go so I bought their vouchers. Those vouchers are what we are using for this cruise."

Caitlin had left out that it had been her idea to go on the cruise and that her friends had been furious when they got a voucher instead of a refund. To save the friendships, Caitlin had bought their vouchers and had borrowed money from me to do it.

The cruise ship was huge with so much to see. Rebecca was like a little kid on Christmas, rushing ahead of the rest of us to see the next new thing then laughing in delight. We were looking over the shops when a voice on a loud speaker announced it was time to go to our muster stations for the passenger safety drill. After the safety drill, we went to our adjoining cabins to change into our swimsuits.

Once in the cabin, Rebecca asked me with a saucy smile, "Shall I give you a little show?"

"Please do!"

I started singing the stripper song. Rebecca kicked off her shoes then turned her back to me and made a circle with her cute little ass. She turned back to face me, reached behind her to unsnap her bra, then reached through her shirt sleeves to grab it. She slowly pulled it out of her shirt and tossed it aside. I had my shorts and underwear off and stroked my cock as she stripped for me. She slowly pulled up her shirt, revealing her toned stomach. When the bottom of her shirt reached the bottom of her tits, she spun around. As she shook her ass, she slowly pulled her shirt above her shoulders and then over her head. In high school, she had played a lot of sports and water skied. Her back still had good muscle definition.

Rebecca dropped the shirt down so that it was covering her tits. She twisted to look back at me so that I could see her shirt-covered tits, then spun around to face me. I kept singing the same few bars over and over again as I stroked in rhythm. She pulled the shirt back and forth in front of her tits, gradually dropped it down so that I could see them, then tossed the shirt aside. Her body was thin with her waist just a little narrower than her chest and hips, but her tits were large in proportion to the rest of her. They were a fine size for me to fondle and suck.

The strip tease wasn't long enough or stimulating enough to make me cum. It was long enough and stimulating enough that stroking my cock gave me a lot of pleasure.

Rebecca spun around again and put her hands on the counter that a TV was sitting on. She did some big circles with her ass in time to the song. She reached back and slowly slid her shorts down her legs, revealing bright blue cotton French-cut panties. After she had kicked her shorts aside, she looked over her shoulder at me. "Like what you see so far?"

"I love it."

She's so damn good looking. I considered myself above-average looking with light brown hair in a business cut, brown eyes, broad chest and a narrow waist, but I was definitely "dating up."

She grabbed the counter again and did some more big circles with her ass. She reached back and slowly slid her panties down, revealing her firm, cute ass. I kept up the song, even though my voice was getting tired. She made the descent of her panties last twice as long as her shorts, then she kicked them aside as well. The only thing she was wearing now was a chain around her neck with a cross on it. All but her arms, her legs and the top of her chest were very white. She stood upright and twisted her upper body to look back at me. She looked straight and then twisted a little more, exposing more of her body to me. She made bigger and bigger twists until finally I could see all of her naked front.

She gave me a big smile, then bounded over and jumped into my arms. She was so light that I easily held her off the ground as we kissed.

"That was wonderful." I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but when I had told her that a few weeks ago, she had gotten very defensive and had told me that though she really liked me, she didn't love me. "I wish we could do more."

"They're probably wondering what's taking us so long as it is. We have the whole cruise."

That's the way it was with Rebecca - she would do what she was willing to do and no more. Asking for more just made her angry.

We put on our swimsuits. Rebecca's was a conservative one-piece suit in a blue color which almost matched her eyes. Once we had our swimsuits on, we exited the cabin to find Jacob and Caitlin waiting for us. 

"Still wearing one-piece suits, I see," said Jacob. 

"My parents had me wear one-piece suits growing up," Rebecca explained to Caitlin, "and that's what I'm comfortable wearing now."

When I saw Caitlin in her orange bikini, it took my breath away. I had forgotten how great of a body she had. She was built like an Amazon with broad shoulders and thick legs. She had been a terror at field hockey in high school, sending other girls flying without noticing the contact. Her tits filled out the bikini top quite nicely. She obviously worked out regularly as her body was very muscular. As we walked to the pool, I checked out her firm ass which looked like it was meant to be grabbed. I was envious of Jacob for a moment.

The pool area was a big party with lots of people our age and we hung out there for a long time. I wasn't comfortable around so many new people and struggled to make small talk. Rebecca loved making so many new friends and had the gift of making strangers quickly comfortable. Rebecca had been in a bad mood all week and I was happy to see her enjoying herself so much. Jacob enjoyed meeting new people much like Rebecca. Caitlin was somewhere between Rebecca and me.

I got bored listening to Rebecca, Jacob and occasionally Caitlin talk with people who, frankly, I wasn't interested in. I had made a lot of friends in Boston by just hanging out with Rebecca, but I didn't see the point of getting to know people that we wouldn't be spending much time with and we wouldn't be seeing again once the cruise was over. I zoned in and out of the conversations. When I zoned out, I checked out the women in the pool and decided that Rebecca and Caitlin were the best looking. Caitlin had gorgeous Italian looks - dark brown hair which came down to below her shoulders, dark eyebrows, almond-shaped dark brown eyes and a diamond-shape face. She had fuller lips than Rebecca, but not as nice of a smile. We weren't Italian, but the family joke was that the milkman had been. Rebecca occasionally caught me checking out the other women and when she did, she'd roll her eyes then give me a tight little smile.

Around nine, Rebecca could tell that I was hitting my boredom limit and asked, "Would you like to go for a walk?" One of the things that had brought us together was our mutual love of walks.

"I'd like to stretch my legs," said Caitlin. "How 'bout I go with Thomas?"

"What do you think, Thomas?" asked Rebecca.

"Rebecca, you stay here and I'll walk with Caitlin." She was having such a good time that I didn't want her to stop just because I was bored. Also, I wanted to have some time alone with Caitlin.

Once we were away from Rebecca and Jacob, I asked Caitlin, "What do you think of Rebecca?"

"I like her. I like her a lot. Are you guys serious?"

"Yes. I think she's the one. I expect we'll be engaged within a year."

"Is she from a fundamentalist family?"

"Yes."

Caitlin and I had grown up in a small town outside of Wichita. In our town, most of the families went to fundamentalist churches. Our family was Methodist. The kids who didn't go to a fundamentalist church tended to stay away from the kids who did. The fundamentalist kids came across to Caitlin and me as zealots whose faith kept them feeling guilty. The fundamentalist kids had turned me off of religion and I had stopped going to church when I had started high school.

"I thought you wouldn't date a fundamentalist kid?"

"Rebecca and I haven't really dated."

"That was weird. It threw up a lot of red flags for me."

I raised my hands up in a what-can-I-say gesture. "Neither of us took the other seriously. We had a lot in common, both being from small towns in the middle of the country. We became friends, then friends with some benefits, then I was in love. Are you serious with Jacob?"

"No. When we first went out, he totally wowed me. He's great looking, funny and always has a story to tell. It took me a while to notice his flaws but once I did, I cooled on him considerably."

"What does he do?"

"He's an assistant manager for a truck stop on 35 halfway between Wichita and the Oklahoma border."

Big whoop-de-do

I had gone to the University of Kansas and had graduated almost two years ago with a major in Economics and a minor in Math. After graduation, I had gotten a job with a big corporation in Boston. I'm 21 months older than Caitlin but because of when we were born, she had been one grade behind me in school. Caitlin had wanted to go to KU, but hadn't had the grades and instead had gone to Wichita State University. She had graduated last May with a degree in General Business and had gotten a job as a bank officer in Wichita.

As we walked, almost every guy turned to check Caitlin out. I could tell they liked what they saw.

"What are these big flaws?" I asked.

"He's lazy and self-centered. He wants his way all the time. He's always suggesting things to do and if I don't want to do what he suggests, he gets bent out of shape. He's very sensitive about his height and gets upset if I wear a shoe which makes me taller than him. I'm getting tired of all the drama. We fight regularly. I wouldn't be surprised if we break up soon."

"If he's that much of a loser, why are you doing a cruise with him?"

"To get the best possible travel deal, I had to make the reservations two months in advance. Two months ago, I was still pretty high on him. But if I had known then what I know now about Jacob, I probably still would have invited him. When I made the reservations, I had four vouchers, remember? I was sick of getting nothing out of all that spent money. I wanted to shut up my three girlfriends who go on and on about how rotten cruises are. I wanted to go on this cruise so bad that I told Jacob that all he would have to pay was the airfare. He's struggling financially like me. If I had waited to go on a cruise until I was in a strong relationship that I knew would last, I might have waited for years." Caitlin as usual had a practical reason for what she did. "Oh, and thanks again for buying the other two vouchers."

"No problem. I'm glad I did. Going on this cruise with Rebecca is a big step forward in our relationship. I wish I could have bought them back when you made your reservation, but Rebecca and I were just friends then. It was only a month ago that I felt she would be comfortable taking a cruise with me. If it makes you feel any better, Rebecca also only paid for her airfare." I knew she would feel guilty about taking a vacation with me and if she had had to pay her full way, I had thought she would have said no.

"Don't worry about Jacob and me. We should be able to get along well enough to do the four things I want to do on this cruise - drink, dance, fuck and have fun on the shore excursions. If I do those four things, then I'll consider this cruise a success. And if I have a successful cruise, I can tell my girlfriends to shut the fuck up."

Caitlin was having a tough stretch. She was struggling financially. Her job wasn't satisfying. Now her relationship with Jacob was close to finished.

"It's crazy that Rebecca and Jacob used to date," said Caitlin. "What are the chances of that happening?"

"One hundred percent."

"What?"

"Once something has happened, the chance of it happening is one hundred percent."

"Don't go all nerdtastic on me," she said playfully.

"Improbable things happen every day. People make too big of a deal about them when they do happen." It boggled my mind that people would buy books on "hot" lottery numbers. "Probability was my favorite subject in college. I think they should teach it to everyone in high school as it has such great day-to-day applications. Once you understand probability, you don't do stupid things like buy scratch-off tickets."

We walked along quietly for a while. There wasn't much to see - empty ocean and a few stars.

Caitlin and I hadn't been close growing up. Once she had gotten to seventh grade, she had gotten her curves and had gone boy crazy. She had then spent as much time as possible with her boyfriend du jour. I had been a tall, scrawny, socially-awkward nerd. The only time we had spent time together was on summer vacations and we had gotten along decently on those. After her freshman year at WSU, she had changed. She had gotten a 2.2 GPA for the year and had realized that if she kept up the partying and the boy-chasing then she wasn't going to graduate. We had enrolled in three general requirements classes together at the local community college. I had helped her with her homework and had wound up teaching her lots of basic academic skills. We had done a lot of other things together that summer. We've been close ever since.

I was tired of the quiet. "What are my flaws?" I asked.

"You're too passive and avoid conflicts." Ouch! "Does Rebecca avoid conflicts too?"

"She's worse than me. It has been a big problem for her at work."

"I'd guess when the two of you have a serious issue, neither of you will address it." Double ouch! "Are you two thinking of living together?"

"She's said no whenever I've asked her to. Normally, I'll ask once about something and accept whatever she says, but I've asked her several times about living together. Rent is so expensive in Boston. Our leases are due to be renewed on the first. I don't want us to renew our leases then a few months later have to pay through the nose to get out of one of them."

We had finished our lap around the deck. "Let's get back to the pool," I said. "We'll grab Rebecca and Jacob and go dancing."

"Sounds great."

* * * *

I was having a great time dancing with Rebecca. It was the first time we had ever danced together. I love to dance and I wanted to dance for hours. However, I could tell Rebecca wasn't have a good time. After a half dozen songs, she was ready to leave the dance floor. Jacob and Caitlin followed us out.

"I don't like it in there," said Rebecca.

I sighed.

"I don't!" She looked angrily at me. "Let's do something else."

"How about blackjack?" Jacob suggested.

"Anything would be better than this," said Rebecca.

"Let's not and say we did," I said. Rebecca gave me a dirty look. "Gambling is stupid. On average, you lose money with every bet."

"If you're lucky, you can win money," said Jacob. He clearly felt lucky.

I looked at Caitlin.

"We could gamble for a while then come back later."

Three against one, I gave up. We went down to the casino and found a blackjack table with a five dollar minimum bet. Jacob charged $25 worth of chips to his cabin and bet five dollars. The rest of us watched.

Jacob was dealt an eight and a two. The dealer turned over a six.


Cruise Doubledate With My Sister



"That's great to see," said Jacob. "I'll probably win this hand. Double down."

Jacob put down another chip. I had no idea what "double down" meant. The dealer gave Jacob a nine. The dealer turned over his card to reveal a ten. He dealt himself a seven and lost. Jacob won two chips.

Jacob lost his second hand and won his third. He narrated each hand to us, saying what he thought his chances of winning were when the cards were dealt and explaining his decision to stand or hit. 

"This is boring," I said.

"Then play too, Tom," said Jacob. "There's an open seat."

"It's Thomas."

"Oh, sorry."

I didn't want to play, but I was tired of watching. "Okay. I'll gamble until I lose twenty then I'm out of here."

It took me four hands to lose the twenty. Jacob won three of the four and was enjoying himself immensely. By this time, he was conversing with the other players at the table, congratulating them when they won and commiserating when they lost. I thought they were all idiots.

"I'm done," I said. "I am going to bed."

"Stay, Thomas," said Rebecca. "It's too early to go to bed."

"Let's go dancing then."

"I'd rather stay here. It's exciting watching Jacob play."

"Losing money isn't exciting."

"Speak for yourself," said Jacob. "I'm twenty dollars ahead."

"I said I was out of here when I lost twenty, so I'm out of here."

"I'll join you in a little while," said Rebecca.

As I walked to the room, I felt stupid. Should I go back, apologize and hang out with them? No. If I went back, I would get bored, gamble again and lose more money. Yuck. I found the casino disgusting because of all of the people throwing away their money in the desperate hope that they'll somehow manage to beat the odds.

If I went back, could I find something else to do with Rebecca? What else could we do? I had had my fill of the pool. Rebecca had had her fill of dancing. Shopping? I didn't know if the stores were open and Rebecca hated to shop. Walk on the deck? Nothing to see there.

What I really wanted was Rebecca to come back to the cabin. Then we could talk, kiss, cuddle and hopefully do some other fun stuff. She had said she would join me in a little while. I just had to wait.

It was 10:57 when I got to the room. I got out my tablet and read for a half hour. No Rebecca. I was miffed. Reading alone wasn't how I'd expected to end my first night on the cruise. It had been a long day and I was tired, so I decided to go to sleep. I brushed my teeth, took off my clothes, got into bed.

As I lay there, I wondered if Rebecca had ever made love to Jacob. I guessed that she had. She hadn't been a virgin the first time we had made love and had seemed experienced once we started fucking. I had never asked about her prior lovers as I knew she felt guilty about having premarital sex. Jacob seemed a likely suspect for the guy who popped her cherry. Eventually, I drifted off.

I awoke when Rebecca entered the room. I looked at the clock and saw it was 12:23. Not what I considered "a little while." She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She came out and started taking off her clothes. The cabin light was off so I could barely make her out.

"Did you have a good time?" I tried to keep my annoyance out of my voice.

"Yes. Jacob won eighty dollars. It was exciting watching him play. He would lose for a while then win for a while. I've never watched anyone gamble before."

Once she was down to her panties, she came over to the bed. I watched to see if she would stop at the bedside and take her panties off. That was her sign that she was in the mood for lovemaking. She didn't stop and got into bed with her panties on. I wasn't surprised, but was still disappointed. Rebecca was never in the mood when the day had been stressful and traveling had been stressful.

Rebecca moved to her usual spot along my right side. Because she was so small and light, she could put an arm, a leg and part of her chest on me and I could still sleep comfortably. I cupped her ass with my hand to help hold her steady. Once she was in her spot, I recounted our today together in detail. I did this whenever we slept together. We called this "The Full Rebecca". As it had been a busy day, it took me around fifteen minutes to recount it all. While I was talking, Rebecca stretched and relaxed. By the time I was done, she had drifted off to sleep.

Sunday, at sea 

The next morning when I awoke, Rebecca rolled off of me.

"I want to sleep some more," she said.

I usually sleep less than her and as I'd had an hour more sleep than her, I wasn't surprised that she would want to keep sleeping. Once I was awake, I couldn't go back to sleep. Normally, I would go out to the kitchen and make breakfast while she slept in but I couldn't now. I decided to work out.

I went to the fitness center and climbed on a cardio machine for an hour workout. When I was done, I was soaked and in a great mood. Today was an at-sea day and then we would have six days at ports before having another at-sea day.

When I got back to the cabin, no Rebecca. Instead, I found a "Gone to breakfast" note. I took a shower and was tempted to beat off, but decided against it as I felt I should get lucky with Rebecca today. I got dressed and went to the restaurant where we had agreed to meet for breakfast.

When I entered the restaurant, I saw Rebecca, Caitlin and Jacob and waved to them. I headed over to the buffet and scooped out a hearty breakfast. By the time I joined the three of them, they were almost done eating.

"Good morning, Tommy," said Jacob.

I ground my teeth. I can understand someone calling me Tom as most Thomases go by that. Tommy? I'm six three, two ten. I don't looking like a freaking three year old.

"It's Thomas", said Caitlin.

"Oh, sorry. You should have stayed last night. Any man lucky enough to date Rebecca has to be lucky enough to win at gambling."

"I think anyone dating my sister is lucky too."

"Oh, true, true." Jacob's heart didn't seem to be in his reply. "Rebecca was wondering where you went."

"I went to the fitness center and worked out."

"How was it?" asked Caitlin.

"Mostly empty. Lots of nifty machines. I'm looking forward to working out there again."

"We had just agreed to go work out," said Jacob. "With all the food on this cruise, it's too easy to gain weight."

My good mood vanished. I'd probably have another hour and half alone. I didn't come on the cruise to be alone. Since I had met Rebecca, this was the first Sunday where she hadn't gone to church and I found it ironic that I was spending hardly any time with her.

"Okay," I said, trying to keep my voice light. "After breakfast, I'll go to the pool and you can meet me there."

When I got to the pool, I recognized a few people from yesterday and struck up a conversation with them. The time went decently until Rebecca, Caitlin and Jacob showed up.

"How about some miniature golf?" Rebecca asked me.

"Sounds like fun."

We made our way to the miniature golf course and played eighteen holes. Caitlin won. I would have had fun if Jacob hadn't spent the whole time giving me a blow-by-blow account of his blackjack playing.

We spent most of the day hanging out by the pool. After lunch, we went to an impressive ice carving demonstration. I then played basketball for an hour. I tried to get Jacob to go with me, as I would have loved to have swatted a ball down his throat, but he declined. Around three, we all went back to our cabins for naps. I hoped Rebecca would take off her panties before getting into bed, but no luck.

After our naps, we dressed up "formally." Jacob and I wore collared shirts and slacks while the girls wore black cocktail dresses. We listened to live jazz in a club until it was time for us to eat dinner in the main dining room.

The waiter handed Rebecca a menu. When he tried to hand me one, I said, "No thanks. We'll need only one." I always enjoyed saying that.

Rebecca, being so small, didn't eat very much at restaurants. What we did was order one entree then alternate bites until she was full, then I'd finish the rest. Our shared meals felt so intimate to me.

We scanned Rebecca's menu and discussed possible choices. I wanted meat. I had learned to eat vegetarian dinners with Rebecca but I wasn't in the mood for one tonight. We settled on baby back ribs. The joint picking of a meal with Rebecca always gave me a warm feeling.

"I remember doing that with Rebecca," said Jacob. "Do you remember the yummy avocado enchiladas we had at Tarahumara's?"

"Oh yes! They were delicious."

Jacob and Rebecca went back and forth about the different restaurants they had gone to together around OU. I looked over at Caitlin and she looked pissed. I looked for an opening to bring up our shore excursion tomorrow but Jacob and Rebecca didn't give me one for a long time.

Once we moved on to topics we could all discuss, we had a pleasant dinner. After dinner, we went down to the cabin and changed into casual clothes. When we met in the hallway, Jacob suggested we play blackjack. I was ready for that.

"Okay. We'll play blackjack for an hour, go dancing for an hour, then we'll decide what to do next then. But no more blackjack after dancing. Agreed?"

Everyone agreed. We went to the casino and gambled. Again, I set myself a $20 limit but this time, I somehow ended up $5 ahead at the end of the hour. The whole time, I felt stupid for tempting Fate. Caitlin and Rebecca watched. Jacob ended up $50 ahead.

"See, you are lucky," said Jacob. "Just not as lucky as me. This is my lucky trip," he said with a huge smile. "Let's go dancing."

I remembered Rebecca hadn't enjoyed dancing last night.

"Is dancing okay with you?" I asked her.

"If everyone else wants to dance, I'll dance. Let's try the other dance club."

Again, I had a great time dancing and Rebecca didn't seem to enjoy herself. I would dance with her three or four songs, then come off the dance floor for a song or two to give her a break. Rebecca drank water during the breaks while I nursed a beer. When Caitlin and Jacob were taking a break the same time as us, Caitlin drank strawberry daiquiris while Jacob nursed a beer like me.

"Do you mind if I dance with Rebecca?" Jacob asked me during one of our mutual breaks. The hour was almost up.

"No, go ahead."

"Do you want to dance?" Caitlin asked me.

"Not with my sister. Let's just talk."

I found a spot where I could keep an eye on Jacob and Rebecca and where the music volume was low enough that I could talk to Caitlin without yelling.

"It's been fun hanging with you and Jacob." I lied about Jacob. "When they get back, I want to spend some time alone with Rebecca." If I was going to make love to Rebecca at bedtime, she had to be in a romantic mood when we got back to our cabin. "Do you mind?"

"No. What are you going to do?"

"I'm thinking of a long walk around the deck."

"Fine. Hopefully Jacob wants to keep dancing."

While Caitlin and I were talking, I could see Jacob and Rebecca talking quite a bit on the dance floor. Whatever they were saying was making each other quite happy. I didn't feel good about this. Rebecca had paid Jacob a lot more attention than me today and I was getting concerned. They were all smiles when they joined Caitlin and me.

"Let's go play craps," said Jacob.

"No," I said. "We agreed no gambling after the hour of blackjack." I could feel myself getting angry. I rarely got angry. Jacob was really getting on my nerves.

"We agreed no more blackjack," said Jacob. "You didn't say anything about craps."

"I want to take Rebecca for a walk on the deck. Alone."

I looked to Rebecca. I expected her to be moving towards me so we could leave. Instead, she hadn't moved from her spot next to Jacob.

"I don't want to break up the group," she said. "Let's do something together. Jacob was telling me about craps and it sounds like a lot of fun."

"Caitlin, do you want to play craps?" Jacob asked. 

"I'd rather stay here and dance."

"I've had enough of dancing. Does craps sound okay instead?"

Caitlin looked at me. She looked like she was trying to think of something to support me. "Jacob, why don't you and I play craps while Rebecca and Thomas go for a walk?"

"Let's not break up the group," said Jacob.

He and Rebecca moved for the door. Caitlin followed. I stood for a moment, full of anger and frustration. Once Rebecca and Jacob were out the door, I finally moved to follow them. I had to run to catch up with them in the hallway.

"I'm not going to the casino."

"Come on," said Rebecca. "Let's not break up the group. You'll have a good time."

"No, I won't. I hate gambling. I'm going to go for a walk on deck instead."

I stalked away from the group. I hoped to hear Rebecca call, "Wait for me!," but she didn't.

I went up on deck and walked around. I was steaming hot. I felt outmaneuvered by Jacob. I walked and walked, hoping Rebecca would find me, take my hand and walk with me. She never showed. Walking always made me feel better. My anger cooled and was eventually replaced by concern.

Rebecca and I had had many what I guessed Caitlin would call "red flag moments" where it became obvious I was more committed to the relationship than she was. But none were as bad as this. Those had been moments where she had basically said, "Whoa, boy! Slow down!" But they had always turned out to be mere speed bumps. Tonight, I felt she wasn't saying "Slow down." I felt she was saying, "I want to switch horses."

After a half hour, I gave up and went to our cabin. I stripped naked and went to bed. The clock said 11:04. My thoughts were no happier as I laid there than they had been on the deck. I must have drifted off, because I jerked awake when Rebecca came in. It was 12:53.

Rebecca went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She came out, came over to the bed and started taking off her clothes.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked as she was unsnapping her bra.

"We did. Craps was a lot of fun. Caitlin and I just watched. Jacob won over hundred dollars."

She left her panties on when she got into bed. She slipped into her usual spot on my chest.

"Let's see," I started, "We had a mix up this morning and I didn't see you until at breakfast..."

"Not tonight," she said wearily. "I'm tired and we have to get up early tomorrow for the excursion."

I've lost her.

Monday, Cozumel 

When the alarm woke us, the ship was already docked in Cozumel. We quickly got dressed and joined Jacob and Caitlin in the hallway. The four of us went up to one of the dining areas for a fast breakfast. I held Rebecca's hand the whole way up. I hoped it was a good sign but was doubtful. During the walk and breakfast, Jacob gave me a roll-by-roll recount of his evening at the craps table. I wanted to talk about something else, but couldn't manage the energy to try to change the subject. At breakfast, Rebecca watched Jacob adoringly as he babbled on about come out rolls and pass line bets.

We disembarked, walked down the pier and found where we were to wait for our excursion. Rebecca held my hand while talking gaily with Jacob. Two white vans picked up the groups for our excursion. A family of four rode with us. Jacob was full of energy and kept talking and talking. Rebecca and Caitlin chimed in occasionally. I didn't say anything.

"You're awfully quiet this morning," Caitlin said to me in one of the few gaps in the conversation. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. Not much to say."

Our excursion was riding ATV's through the jungle. It was fun, racing through the bushes at top speeds. We took regular breaks during the ride to see underground caves, sink holes and Mayan ruins. Every time we stopped, Rebecca looked for Jacob as soon as she had her helmet off.

After the ride was over, we were taken to a beach club for swimming and snorkeling. Once we were out of the van, Jacob and Rebecca raced to the changing rooms. Caitlin followed them. I found a shady spot where I could see the changing rooms and the beach. Jacob came out first in his swimsuit and went to the women's changing room. Rebecca came out in her one-piece and they jogged together, laughing, towards the beach. A minute later, Caitlin came out in her bikini and walked towards the beach. When she got there, I could see her look for me. She said something to Rebecca and Rebecca looked around as well. Caitlin finally spotted me and walked back to where I was standing.

"What are you doing here? Why haven't you changed?"

"I've lost Rebecca to Jacob."

"What bullshit is this?"

"I've lost Rebecca to Jacob. If it wasn't true, then why are you the one here talking to me and Rebecca is the one at the beach with Jacob?"

Caitlin gave me a look. Concern? Dread? I couldn't read it. "I'll have Rebecca talk to you."

Caitlin went down to the beach. Rebecca and Jacob were swimming around, talking and laughing. Caitlin got Rebecca's attention and they talked for a little bit. Rebecca got out of the water and walked up to my spot. She kept her head down most of the walk. 

"What's up?" she said.

"Rebecca, it's time for you to choose who you're going to be with on this cruise. Me or Jacob."

Her eyes went wide. "Umm...Let me go get Caitlin and Jacob."

She jogged back to the beach, got Jacob and Caitlin and all of them returned to my spot. Caitlin was asking questions on the way but got no answers. As they approached, I looked at their faces - Rebecca looked in pain, Caitlin was worried and Jacob was smiling.

"Jacob and I didn't tell you a few things when everyone met," began Rebecca. She was looking down at the ground. "We never broke up when we graduated. We said we were merely separating for a little while and if we were meant to be, God would bring us back together. We belonged to the same church at OU and faith is so important to me. When God brought us back together, I fell in love all over again." She finally looked up at me. "I'm sorry, Thomas. I told you once that I didn't love you. It was because I was still in love with Jacob. He was my first love and my true love. I'm sorry to end our relationship like this."

She reached out her hand to Jacob. His smile got even bigger as he took it. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. Rebecca looked at me one last time then turned back towards the beach. She and Jacob walked off hand-in-hand.

Caitlin watched them leave. "The asshole! The bitch!" She turned to me. "Aren't you going to do something?"

"Do what?" I felt like a ten-ton weight had fallen on me. Every fiber of my soul ached in misery.

"Go beat the shit out of him."

"That won't get me back Rebecca. All it would do is make things worse."

"I'm going to..." said Caitlin as she moved towards the beach.

"Don't," I said quietly. I didn't have the energy to speak any louder. Caitlin turned towards me. "A lunch is included. Let's go eat."

We walked to the snack bar and ordered our food - a hot dog, fries and soda each. The dining tables were placed where they had a fine view of the beach. We ate standing on the side of the building where we couldn't see the beach. I could tell Caitlin was fuming. I guessed she wanted to confront Jacob and Rebecca, but thankfully she stayed with me. I was afraid the misery would overwhelm me if she left me.

After we ate, we walked back to where the van was parked and kept it between us and the beach.

"How's this going to work?" asked Caitlin. "I'm not sleeping in the same cabin as that asshole."

"Jacob and I will switch cabins. Once we do, I don't want to see them again."

Our time at the beach club was over. Our driver came to the van and unlocked it. Caitlin and I got in and sat in the back seat. The family got in next. Jacob and Rebecca came last, smiling and holding hands. They got into the seat in front of us.




Cruise Doubledate With My Sister



Once they were seated, Caitlin leaned forward and talked quietly to them, mapping out our separation. She assigned each couple different pools and different dining rooms. Caitlin and I were to use the fitness center anytime before dinner and they had it after. Jacob and Rebecca were to make new excursion plans. If Jacob and Rebecca saw us in the hallway, they were to turn around and go the other way. Caitlin did this with a quiet voice filled with venom. Jacob and Rebecca agreed to everything Caitlin said. Good ol' practical Caitlin - I never would have been able to think of all the details she did.

Once Caitlin was done, she sat back next to me. I felt like I was in a huge fog. Rebecca and Jacob faced forward. Jacob put his arm around Rebecca's shoulders. If Rebecca had put her head on his shoulder, I think I would have burst out crying. Rebecca grabbed Jacob's hand and pulled it down to the seat next to her. Her discomfort with public displays of affection hadn't been a huge lie.

The rest of the day was a blur. Misery completely shut down my brain. Caitlin left me sitting in a chair in a quiet room on board the ship for I don't know how long while she made the room change happen, but otherwise stayed with me the whole time. We spent most of the time walking around the deck. The whole day, my entire relationship with Rebecca ran through my head in a loop. Prior to this cruise, I had been so certain that we were in love, would marry and live happily ever after. What had I missed? Caitlin probably talked to me at some point and if so, I didn't respond. I know I ate something that day, but I can't say what. I don't think I cried - I was too numb.

I broke out of the mental fog late that night when Caitlin blamed herself for my break up with Rebecca. We were at the stern, watching the wake. "I'm sorry, Thomas. I shouldn't have kept gambling with them Saturday. He started pulling her away from you then. And I definitely shouldn't have kept gambling with them last night."

"Don't worry about it." Caitlin gave a little gasp of surprise at my speaking. "It wouldn't have mattered." I turned to face her. "You heard her - she was in love with Jacob before he stepped on the ship. Once they met up, it was only a matter of time."

"If they hadn't spent that time gambling..."

"What? They might have dumped us tomorrow instead of today? Would that be an improvement?"

"No..."

"Then let it go. It was their choice. Nothing we could have done would have changed their minds." I turned back to the railing and looked out at the wake again. "The one thing which might have made difference is if I had gone to church with Rebecca."

"Did you ever go to church with her?"

"Once. It was awful. The sermon was all judgmental and condemning. Jesus loves those who hate what he hates. The stuff that turned me off of religion." I turned away from the railing. "Let's go to bed. Let's put an end to the worst day of my life."

We headed back to the cabin. The pain and misery enveloped me but now weren't overwhelming. I noticed for the first time what Caitlin was wearing - black short shorts and a clingy black blouse with thin straps on top which nicely showed off her broad shoulders and also exposed her midriff. Was Jacob really willing to give up this hot woman?

Stupid thought. There's a lot more to a relationship than good looks and Jacob's relationship with Caitlin had been coming to an end. He bailed out to get another pretty girl rather than wait for Caitlin to dump him. Unfortunately, the other pretty girl had been my girl.

"Thanks for staying with me. I don't know how I would have survived today without you."

"You're my brother. I love you. You would have done the same for me. And I needed someone to be with, too."

I had been so focused on myself that I hadn't thought about how Caitlin was probably hurting as well. She hadn't been as serious with Jacob as I had been with Rebecca, but it always hurts to get dumped.

We went to my old cabin. I guessed because I was unable to move my stuff, Rebecca and Caitlin had switched cabins. Once we got in the cabin, we got a nasty shock - the bed was made up as one large bed. We hadn't told anyone that we would need two singles in our cabin from now on.

"I guess we'll be sleeping together tonight," said Caitlin. "I hope you don't move around a lot."

"I sleep like a log. I won't be any problem."

I hadn't brought any pajamas as I always slept nude with Rebecca. My mind slowly worked out that I should wear my work-out shorts to bed. I grabbed them.

"I'll brush and change in the bathroom while you change out here," I said.

I brushed my teeth, took off my clothes and put on my shorts. What does Caitlin wear to bed? She always wore night shirts at our parent's house, but she might wear something different on her own. I hoped she didn't sleep naked.

When I got out of the bathroom, Caitlin was wearing a shiny white night shirt - and balling her eyes out.

"Another fucking cruise ruined," she wailed. I moved towards her. "And they aren't going to give me a voucher for this disaster. Cruises should be so damn fun for me and they keeping turning out awful." I put my arms around her. "I'm cursed."

"You're not cursed."

"It doesn't fucking matter. This is the last fucking cruise I can take for a long time. The last fucking nice vacation. I'm up to my eyeballs in debt. My girlfriends from college are going to laugh their asses off when they hear about how this cruise turned out."

Caitlin swung around to face the wall where Rebecca and Jacob's cabin was and raised a fist.

"And I am SO," she pumped her fist, "FUCKING", another pump, "PISSED", a huge pump, "at that lying sack of shit." Caitlin spun back to me. "We fucked three times yesterday. Morning, nap time and bedtime. At nap time, I asked him what was going on between him and Rebecca and he said," Caitlin changed her voice to a goofy male tone, "nothing, just being nice to an old friend." Caitlin's tears had stopped and her face was now flushed with anger. "He told me how hot I had looked in my bikini. How he was so happy to be away from Rebecca and with only me. Then at bedtime I was pissed as hell but he was so fucking smooth. He cracked jokes about Rebecca wearing a one-piece. He told me about how awful she had been at sex. He told me how much more beautiful I was than Rebecca. I swallowed it all. He had me feeling like the most wonderful woman in the world."

Then her face got more screwed up in anger and her voice raised to a yell, "Today, does he have the balls to say anything to me?! At least Rebecca said she was sorry! At least she explained why she dumped you! All that fucking asshole did was smirk! I have never felt SO FUCKING USED!"

She paused to catch her breathe. "If you hadn't stopped me," she said in her normal voice, "so help me God I was going to beat the living shit out of him. I was going to give him an ass whooping he'd never forget."

As angry as Caitlin was, I think she could have. She was as big as Jacob and had bigger muscles. Part of me seriously regretted stopping her as I couldn't imagine a guy more deserving of getting his ass kicked.

"You know what the worst thing is about this fucking disaster?" Caitlin continued. "We're paying for their love nest. We're paying for their shore excursions. They are going to have a damn great time on our dime. God, I want to put a life preserver on both of them and throw them off the fucking ship."

She sat there panting. It was like she had held her feelings in as long as she was caring for me, then exploded.

I don't get angry and I wasn't - it would be pointless. We couldn't kick them off the ship. If Caitlin had beat the crap out of Jacob, nothing would have changed. I strongly believed that success was the best revenge, but I didn't see how I was going to get revenge in this case as Rebecca was everything I wanted in a woman.

"Caitlin, this cruise isn't going to be a disaster. We're going to have a good time in spite of it all. We get along great. This is going to be like a family vacation on steroids. And you want to dance? I'll dance your ass off tomorrow night. And every night after. We won't have a great time, but we'll have a really good time." I gripped her hands. "Does that sound like a plan to you?"

She gave me a little smile. "That sounds fine."

"Good. It's my mission now to see that you're happy." If I had a mission, I had a purpose. If I had a purpose, then I had meaning in my life. I had had no meaning in my life when I walked in the cabin door. "Anything I can do - anything - tell me. Okay?"

Her smile got a little bigger, then she gave me a smirk. "You think you can dance my ass off?"

"I'm in pretty good shape. I'm certainly willing to try."

"Okay. Let's see who outlasts who tomorrow night."

I was glad to see a little sparkle in her eyes.

"It's late," I said. "We don't want to miss the excursion in the morning. Let's get to sleep."

Caitlin brushed her teeth and came back. I turned off the lights and we got under the covers. I was on my back and she was on her side facing me.

"Thanks for everything, Caitlin. I love you."

"I love you too, Thomas. Will you hold my hand please?"

"Certainly." I reached out and held her hand. "Good night."

"Good night."

As I lay there, I thought about what I owed Caitlin. The summer after my sophomore year, I had turned 21 and Caitlin had found a bar with dancing which would "misread" the driver licenses of her and her friends and let them in. I had wound up the designated driver. I hadn't known how to dance or talk with girls. Caitlin had taught me. She had shown me dance moves and had taught me how to react to my partner. She had worked on my conversation skills. She had done weight workouts with me.

The next summer soon after I had gotten back home, Caitlin had taken me to a party and I had met a girl named Lisa. The next day, Caitlin had told me that Lisa had really liked me. I hadn't known what to do next. With the two girls I had dated at college, I had gotten to know them in the dorms, had done some on-campus activity with them and, by the end of the activity, had ended up holding hands. That wasn't going to work with Lisa. Caitlin had helped me write texts to flirt with Lisa. She had written the text I sent to ask her out. When things had heated up between Lisa and me, Caitlin had explained to me in detail how to please a woman. I had lost my virginity to Lisa and we had fucked almost every day for the rest of the summer.

Caitlin had always acted like the lessons she had given me were no big deal, but I knew they had been huge. That's why I had been willing to lend her the money to buy her friends' vouchers. That's why I had been willing to buy the vouchers off her for Rebecca and me. And that's why I intended to do anything I could for her to have the best time possible on the cruise.

Tuesday, Belize 

The next morning, I rushed us out of the cabin. I told Caitlin it was because I wanted to be sure to get to the pick up point on time, but I did it to minimize the chance of seeing Rebecca and Jacob. Still, I found myself regularly looking for them.

The excursion was a boat ride through the jungle to some ruins. We both wore jeans and a long sleeve shirt to minimize bug bites. Caitlin's jeans looked spray painted onto her. We were joined by three families who had school-age children. Caitlin and I were tentative at first - could we really have a good time together? Our guide was enthusiastic and proud to show us what Belize had to offer. He took the time to show us wildlife along the boat ride and educated us about the people who lived along the river. He had a great eye for spotting crocodiles on the river banks and howler monkeys in the trees. I even fed a spider monkey. The excitement of the kids was contagious and soon Caitlin and I were having a great time. We enjoyed exploring the ruins and the view from the top of the high temple was spectacular. The trip back was almost as much fun.

We had lunch on the ship then went to the pool. We knew a lot of the people there. We hadn't talked to them for very long when someone asked where Rebecca and Jacob were.

"They dumped us and went off by themselves," said Caitlin. 

"Are you shitting me?" said a guy named Zach. I felt like Zach was plunging a red-hot knife into my chest.

"They had dated before, which we didn't know when we invited them on the cruise," continued Caitlin.

"That's crazy! What are the chances of that happening?" asked Zach.

"I'm going to swim to the other end of the pool," I said to no one in particular.

"One hundred percent," Caitlin muttered bitterly as I dived under the water.

I swam to the other side of the pool and turned to look for Caitlin. To my surprise, she was only a few feet behind me.

"Let's get out of here," she said.

* * * *

When we got back to the cabin, I suggested we go shopping.

"I don't have any money," Caitlin replied.

"You don't have to have money to shop. What do you suggest we do instead?"

She thought for a bit. "Okay. Let's go shopping. What shall we shop for?"

"How 'bout some clothes for you? I wouldn't mind checking out women trying on nice outfits."

We went to the ship's information desk and got some suggestions on where to shop. We took a taxi to an area with several small clothes shops. Rebecca didn't like to shop for clothes so it was something different for me.

Caitlin moped more than shopped. She would look at a dress she apparently liked and give a big sigh. "They have some nice black cocktail dresses. The one I brought is getting worn. I wish I had the money to buy a new one."

"I'll buy it."

"Come on, Thomas."

"I'm serious. Get a sexy one. You're my girl for the rest of the cruise. When we're dancing tonight, I want the other guys in the dance club to be envious."

"But..."

"And while we're shopping, let's get you some shoes with a decent heel."

Caitlin smiled. "Okay."

Caitlin's mood brightened considerably once she knew she was going to wind up with a dress and shoes. She tried on a few then we walked down to another store where she tried on some more. I enjoyed her modeling the different dresses for me. They all looked good on her and some made her look smoking hot. She eventually bought the one I liked best - a dress with a strap on only one shoulder and lots of lace holes in the top front so I could see most of her chest. It also clung tightly to the rest of her body and ended a little below her crotch area. She looked fantastic in it.

"How are you going to wear a bra with that?" I asked.

"Who says I'm going to wear a bra?" She gave me an evil grin.

Shopping for shoes wasn't nearly as interesting as I don't care about women's shoes.

"Are you going to get shitfaced tonight?" Caitlin asked me. We were in shoe store number two.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you feel miserable over losing Rebecca."

"And how would getting shitfaced make things better? In college, I got shitfaced once. Puking my guts out afterward was probably the worst I have ever felt. I don't care to re-live that moment."

"Will you do me a big favor tonight and drink more when we're dancing than you're used to? I don't want to get drunk, but I want to get buzzed and it isn't fun drinking that much alone."

I thought for a minute. I wasn't much of a drinker and it didn't appeal to me.

"You told me to tell you anything I wanted you to do to make me happy," said Caitlin.

"Yeah, but did I say I would do it?" I smiled. "Seriously, as long as you promise to keep me from getting drunk, I'll do it."

"What type of drunk are you?"

"The I-wish-I-were-sober type."

* * * *

"When did you know it was over between you and Rebecca?" We were in shoe store number four.

"When she didn't want to do the Full Rebecca Sunday night. We always did that. The Rebecca was the first more-than-friends thing we did together. If we had had a bad day, doing the Rebecca always seemed to make things right. For her to not want to do it told me she was pulling away. The next morning, it was a matter of watching her and confirming she had pulled away."

"What the hell is a Rebecca?"

"It's a long story. It's something we did at night. I don't want to discuss it."

"Okay. What do you think of these shoes?"

"They look like the last dozen you've tried on."

"Men!"

* * * *

We had dinner in one of the main dining rooms. We sat with some people we didn't know and had a pleasant time. After dinner, we went to the early show. It was a musical I hadn't seen before and I enjoyed it a lot. After the show, we went drinking and dancing. Caitlin looked incredible in her new dress. I got a strawberry daiquiri when Caitlin did and I matched how quickly she drank hers. While we were dancing, a slow song came out. I didn't think it was appropriate to slow dance with my sister, so we went back to our drinks and took a long break. As we were talking, a guy our age walked up to us.

"Hey! I'm Tyler. You're brother and sister, right?"

"Yeah..." I said slowly.

"Then you don't mind if I dance with your sister, do you?"

"He might not mind," said Caitlin, "but I would. I don't dance with people I don't know."

"I liked to get to know you..."

"But I wouldn't. Go!"

We finished our drinks and went back out on the dance floor. We danced until another slow song came on, then we got some new drinks and talked. While we were waiting for a fast song, another guy tried to ask Caitlin to dance. She told him to buzz off equally as firmly.

"If you want to dance with somebody else," I said, "I understand completely."

"I don't want to. I don't want to have to worry about him slipping a roofie in my drink then using my body all night. Too much nasty shit has happened to friends of mine. At parties and bars, I stay with people I know and I tell them to not let some stranger try to take me home."

"Wow!"

"I try to not date a guy unless I've known him for at least six months and know one of his former girlfriends. Too many scary weirdos out there."

"Did you do that with Jacob?"

"No. See how well he turned out? We aren't sitting out slow dances anymore. I'm tired of getting hit on every time we do."

I had a great time dancing with Caitlin. As she had taught me how to dance, she danced how I wanted my partner to dance. The slow dances were awkward at first, but I got used to them. We kept a little space between us. Some couples close to us were groping each other.

At eleven, we left the dance club and went on the deck. We got some food, sat down and stared at the stars while the wind whipped through our hair.

"Are you going to dance my ass off tonight?" Caitlin asked me.

"I'm willing to keep trying. I'm going to hate the alarm clock in the morning."

"You're a much better dancer than Jacob."

"And you're a much better dancer than Rebecca. I'm sure her parents never let her go to a dance."

We made fun of the way they danced for a few minutes.

"Had you gambled with Jacob before?"

"We went to a charity casino night a month ago and had a great time. It was the first time either of us had done casino gambling."

"He seems to have caught the bug. He's obviously studied up on it." A random thought came to mind. "How is Lisa doing?"

"Okay. She doesn't like living with her parents but she doesn't make enough to live on her own."

"I'm sorry to hear it."

"When my lease is up, we might get a two-bedroom place together."

"Does she have any regrets about our summer together?"

"None. She had a great time and knew it was only for the summer. She told me you were hot in bed."

"Well, if I was, it was because I did all the things you told me to do. Three times with Jacob on Sunday? It sounds like you're an animal in the sack."




Cruise Doubledate With My Sister



Caitlin flushed. "How was Rebecca?"

"In bed? Okay. She wasn't in the mood as often as I wanted. I don't think she was ever comfortable having sex. You know how fundamentalist kids are. Always the missionary position. When she was in the mood for sex, she would take her panties off right before getting into bed. If she left her panties on when she got into bed, there wasn't any way of convincing her to have sex. Lisa was more fun, but the only reason I dated Lisa was for the sex. With Rebecca, sex was more of the cherry on top."

"Earlier, you mentioned the Rebecca. What's that?"

"It's a long story."

"I'd like to hear it."

Oh, what the hell.

"The first time Rebecca and I slept together, we were just friends. We had watched a movie at my place on a Friday night and afterward we talked a long time about the movie. It was past midnight when Rebecca decided to go home and I told her not to, that only drunks would be driving so late. I asked her to sleep with me with the promise that we would both stay clothed and I wouldn't make a move on her."

"You slept together fully-clothed?"

"Well, Rebecca wore one of my T-shirts and panties while I wore a T-shirt and shorts."

"Why didn't one of you sleep on the couch?"

"I don't know. I wanted to sleep with her and she went along with it. We got in bed and I wanted to give her a hug. I somehow scooped her up and deposited her on the right side of my chest then hugged her there. I liked it and didn't want her to move off me, so I recounted our evening together; how much I had enjoyed hanging with her. At first, she had been uncomfortable but she gradually relaxed. When I was done, she asked if she could sleep on me and I said yes. The next morning, she told me she had loved the whole bedtime experience. The next Friday, she slept with me and asked me to tell her about our day again. So that became the Rebecca."

"And the Full Rebecca?"

"Well, the clothing steadily disappeared. My shorts got replaced by underwear. Then I left off my shirt. Then I bunched her shirt up high so I could feel her skin against mine. Then her shirt disappeared. Then my underwear disappeared. So we called our sleeping together with her in her panties and me naked the Full Rebecca."

"That's crazy. Or romantic. Or something. I can't imagine two adults dragging things out like you did. When I like a guy, we fuck on the first or second date."

I didn't respond as I was thinking about Rebecca. God, I missed her. I pictured her next to my bed wearing only her panties as she had on so many nights. Her long blond hair peeked out from behind her back. Her breasts jutted out proudly. Her soft skin was ready to slide against mine.

It was easy to push thoughts of her aside when Caitlin and I were doing stuff, but they never went away. Now I was surrounded by memories of good times Rebecca and I had had together. Loneliness engulfed me. 

"Come on," said Caitlin as she pulled on my hand to get me out of my chair. "Let's dance some more."

"Sounds good."

* * * *

It was two when we staggered back to the cabin. Caitlin went into the bathroom to do her bedtime stuff and when she came out I grabbed my shorts and did mine. When I came out, Caitlin was under the covers and I could see the top of her nightshirt. I got under the covers and lay down on my back.

I expected Caitlin to go right to sleep, but instead she said, "Thomas, the Full Rebecca sounds really neat. Could we do it tonight?"

"You're too big and heavy to sleep on me."

"I know, but I want to do the rest."

I stuck my arm out.

"Okay. Come put your head on my shoulder and I'll talk about our day."

Rather than move towards me, she did something under the covers. I took me a moment, but I realized she was taking off her night shirt.

"Caitlin, what are you doing?"

"Getting dressed for the Full Rebecca. Take your shorts off."

"Caitlin, what the hell? You're my sister. Put your shirt back on."

"Come on, Thomas. Just this once. I won't see anything and neither will you. I want to see how it feels."

I rolled me eyes. I loved to cuddle and cuddling with a mostly-naked woman would normally appeal to me, but it wasn't right with my sister. At the same time, it was what she wanted and there wasn't any harm. No one would find out about it.

"Oh, alright. Just this once."

"Now take your shorts off."

I slid my shorts off and was naked. Caitlin moved up next to me so her head was on my right shoulder. I pulled her close with my right arm and held her against me. I wondered briefly what panties she was wearing. I hadn't seen her naked tits, but I already had an excellent idea of what they looked like from seeing her in her bikini. I knew they were pressed into me, but I couldn't feel them distinctly. What I did feel was her soft skin covering the right side of my body.

"Okay, what did we do today?" I asked rhetorically. I recounted the boat ride, the hike through the jungle, and the exploration of the ruins. I talked briefly about our stay at the pool. I recalled the pleasures of shopping with her, seeing the show with her, dancing with her and having a late-night snack with her on deck. I finished with our final dance session and our doing the Rebecca. 

"That was wonderful. Rebecca was stupid to give this up. We'll have to do this again tomorrow night."

"Caitlin," I growled. "You said just this once."

"I know, but I didn't know how great it would make me feel."

"You're taking advantage of my being a conflict avoider."

"I'm taking advantage of you being an awesome big brother who will do anything I ask to make me happy."

"You don't fight fair, Caitlin."

She gave me an evil laugh.

"Was Jacob good at cuddling?"

She snorted. "He was awful. After sex, he would say something nice and give me a kiss, then roll over, face away from me and go to sleep."

"I love to cuddle. Rebecca loved to be cuddled at home. When we were with friends or in public, all she would let me do is hold her hand. It really bugged me."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore. There are lots of available girls who love being cuddled. Including me. I love you, Thomas." Caitlin gave me a long, sweet kiss on my check.

"I love you too."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Wednesday, Cayman Islands 

My eyes felt glued together when the alarm went off. I fumbled over and turned it off. I then realized a problem with Caitlin's plan for us getting undressed for the Full Rebecca. How was one of us going to get out of bed without exposing ourselves to the other? One of us had to go to the bathroom so the other could get dressed for the day alone.

Caitlin of course solved the problem easily. She sat up so her body faced away from me, got out of bed, bent down to pick up her night shirt and put it on. I could only see her backside while she didn't have her night shirt on. What a nice backside it was. She was wearing pink, low-cut panties. I had some serious morning wood. I hadn't cum on the cruise and I was getting close to blue balls zone. I had occasionally thought about getting away from Caitlin for a while to beat off, but I had decided against it because I wanted every minute of the day to be good for her.

Today's excursion was a cruise out to the Stingray City Sandbar. Caitlin dug out her orange bikini and went off to the bathroom. I pulled on my swimsuit. 

Unlike yesterday, we were relaxed and having fun with each other right away. The excursion was incredible. First, we went to a shallow reef and snorkeled in crystal clear water. The weather was perfect. We saw gobs of tropical fish. If we had stopped there, it would have been a really good excursion. Instead, we went to the Stingray City Sandbar. The stingrays were everywhere and had no fear of us. Both of us held one. It was amazing.

Once the excursion was over, we had lunch, worked out and showered. I showered first and tried to beat off while Caitlin was in the shower, but she came out before I was done. Once she came out, we took a nap. It seemed natural to sleep in one bed together. I was afraid Caitlin would want to do the Full Rebecca at nap time, but all she wanted to do was to hold hands.

Like yesterday, we did dinner, show, dancing and a midnight snack. As we sat and ate, I said, "When we were walking around the deck on the first day, you said you were looking to do four things on this cruise - excursions, drinking, dancing and fucking. I obviously can't do number four. How am I doing on the other three?"

"Great. I'm having a great time. I'm probably a poor substitute for Rebecca but you are more fun than Jacob. I was getting so tired of the drama."

"Anything you want to add to that list?"

Caitlin thought for a bit. "I enjoyed hanging out at the pool, but I don't want to be asked about Jacob so I'm fine with avoiding it. I'll stick with my initial list. How 'bout you? Are you having a good time with me?"

"You aren't Rebecca, but the things you want to do on a cruise are the things I want to do. I'm having a good time."

"Good." Caitlin paused for a bit. "Let me ask you something. When was the first time you slept with Rebecca?"

"Around Labor Day? I think the weekend before."

"And when was the first time you fucked?"

"Exactly a month ago." It seemed so long ago now. At the time, I thought it would be a date I'd always remember. Now, it was a date I wanted to forget. No, I'll remember the first time with Rebecca and forget Monday.

"It's hard for me to wrap my head around how long it took you two to go from more-than-friends to lovers."

I shrugged. "Once or twice a week we took a step forward in our relationship, but the steps were so small that it took us a long time to reach the point of making love. It was all about getting Rebecca comfortable with the physical side of our relationship."

"I've made you talk about Rebecca long enough. Let's go dance some more."

* * * *

Once again at two we staggered into our cabin. I felt a little silly putting my shorts on for bed, knowing I would take them right off. When I came out of the bathroom, Caitlin had her night shirt on.

"What is your shirt made of?" I asked.

"Silk. Feel it."

I did. "Feels nice."

"The girls like it," she said as she shook her tits. My cock stiffened.

I got into bed and stripped off my shorts. "Do you always wear a night shirt when you sleep with a guy?"

"Depends on the guy." Caitlin got under the covers and took off her night shirt. Again, I saw nothing. "If I am going to cuddle all night with a guy, I sleep naked or in panties. With someone like Jacob who wants to sleep by himself, I wear a night shirt."

I raised my arm and she put her head on my shoulder and snuggled up to me.

"Instead of doing the Rebecca, I want you tell me step by step how you got Rebecca to make love to you."

"Caitlin? Really?"

"Really. I'm just so curious. What were all the little steps?"

"I don't want to talk about Rebecca right now."

"Thomas, you promised."

I had promised. "Oh, okay," I said, feeling slight exasperated. "On one condition - if it starts making me sad, I stop."

"Agreed."

"So I'm starting with the first night we slept together...The next morning when we woke up, Rebecca gave me a kiss on my cheek and said thanks for the great night's sleep. That was our first kiss. She left right after we woke up to get dressed at her place. The next Friday, she slept with me at my place again."

"Did she bring clothes?"

"No. I don't think she would admit to herself that she wanted to sleep with me."

"Go on."

"So we slept together and she gave me another kiss on the cheek in the morning. Next week, same thing except when she left, I told her something like, 'get out of here as I have some pressure to relieve.' A joke about how I was going to beat off once she was gone. That night when I went over to her place, I gave her a kiss on the cheek. She gave me one back. We did something, went back to her place to talk and we exchanged kisses on our cheeks when I left."

"Did you think about asking her out on a date at this point?"

"No. We were both very upfront that we didn't want to date each other. We were just being extra friendly." It seemed odd now, but it had seemed normal then. "Next weekend was the same including the parting comment. You have to understand that when Rebecca and I slept together, we always woke up together. The next Saturday after we woke up, Rebecca said, 'Stay here and take care of the pressure while I fix us breakfast'."

"She told you to beat off?"

"She knew I was doing it when she left. She had brought some clothes in her car and we were going to do something together that morning."

"I'm starting to see what you mean about small steps."

"Next Saturday, she again made me breakfast while I beat off. Usually, Rebecca likes to sleep a half hour to an hour more than I do. The next Saturday when we woke up, she said that she wanted to sleep some more so why not take care of my business then go make us breakfast."

"So you beat off while she was in bed with you?"

"While thinking of her the whole time. All she could see was the covers going up and down. I used some underwear and when I was done, I went out to make us some pancakes while she slept some more."

"At this point, you aren't just friends."

"But what were we? You can't say I was getting any benefits from her." I organized my thoughts some more. "This was the beginning of October. Our schedule at this point was that she slept over at my place on Friday nights, we spent Saturday together and we did something together once or twice during the week."

Back to the story.

"So the next Saturday morning, she again told me to relieve myself then go make breakfast. So I was lying on my back, beating off when she started giving me lots of little kisses on my check and running her fingers through my hair. I loved it. I came really hard that time."

"This is so hot."

"Saturday night at her place, we were watching a movie on cable and I put my arm around her. I figured that after all those kisses this morning, why not? She was uncomfortable at first, but she didn't move my arm. Eventually, she seemed to accept it. From then on, I would always put my arm around her when we watched something on TV."

"So you are definitely more than friends at this point. What did people at work think of you two?"

"They had no idea. By this time, I had stopped visiting her during work hours. I had used visiting her as an excuse for chatting up the other single girls in Marketing but at this point, I was only interested in Rebecca. I would go to parties hosted by her friends at work and she would go to parties hosted by my friends at work, but we showed up and left separately."

Relating my history wasn't making me sad like I expected. It was cathartic to lay it all out to someone else to get their opinion.

"From then on, Saturday mornings kept getting hotter. One Saturday morning, I was beating off in bed and she was giving me lots of little kisses on the side of my face, nibbling on my neck and blowing in my ear. I turned my head and kissed her on the lips. That was our first kiss on the lips. She kissed me right back and soon we were frenching like crazy. She was on my right side as always. I stopped beating off, grabbed her, set her on the left side of the bed then threw the covers off me so I could comfortably beat off while kissing her. That was the first time she saw me naked."

"This is so fucking hot. What was she wearing?"

"Night shirt and panties. At breakfast, I asked her if she wanted to date. She said she was happy being friends. Pretty crazy, huh? If I had told you at the time what was happening, what would you have told me?"

"You're definitely friends with benefits at this point. Was she looking for another guy to date?"

"Not that I knew of. She went to church on Sundays and Wednesdays. She could have been looking for a guy there and I would have never known."

"What was she like after she went to church?"

"Guilt-ridden. It was frustrating seeing her on Sunday nights as she was always so down. She did a video call to her parents every Sunday afternoon and Tuesday night and talking to them always left her feeling guilty. Sunday was a double dose of guilt."

"Had she mentioned you to her parents?"

"She never said. She always wanted to be alone when she talked with her parents. The few times where we wanted to leave right after her call with her parents, she had me wait in the parking lot."

"I've known a few people who had friends-with-benefits relationships and they were all about being able to have sex when they wanted to with no strings attached. At this point, she's not even having any sex. What time is this going on?"

"Mid-November. At this point, she was sleeping over at my place every Friday and most Mondays."

"So what happened next?"

"The next Saturday, it was another steamy make out session while I beat off. I came and was exhausted. I didn't want to get out of bed. So I said, 'Don't you have some pressure built up?'"

"You didn't!"

"I did. Rebecca was all shy and embarrassed, but obviously worked up. I eventually convinced her to get herself off while I stroked and kissed on her."

"Had you seen her naked yet?"

"No, but the night shirt was bunched up pretty high at this point during the Rebecca. She soon ditched it all together. We spent all of Thanksgiving weekend together. Every night, we made out like crazy on the couch. I was naked and she had on only her panties. Then in the morning, a frantic make out session while we took turns getting ourselves off. The first Saturday in December, we were making out while I was beating off and she grabbed my cock. 'Let me give you an early Christmas present.' She then beat me off while kissing me and rubbing her tits all over me. It was wonderful. The next Saturday, I asked her to let me get her off. My early Christmas present to her. It didn't take much persuading. She threw back the covers and stripped off her panties - it was the first time I saw her naked - then I got her off."

"Did she like it?"

"Very much so. For the rest of the Christmas season, we masturbated each other the next morning after we slept together. By now, she slept at my place on Fridays and Mondays and sometimes on Thursday. On Saturdays, I slept at her place and left when she went to church. I didn't like sleeping at her place as her bed was so small."

"You were so happy last Christmas and now I see why. I had asked if you were seeing anyone and I think you said you weren't dating anyone."

"We both thought it hilarious how no one had any inkling how involved we were. So if I had told you all this at Christmas time, what would you have advised?"

"Before I answer, had she mentioned Jacob?"

"A few times. She would mention him now and then when she told stories about college. She talked about her boyfriend from high school a lot more."

"What'd she say about him?"

"She dated Paul her junior and senior years. She had thought at the time it was the ideal Christian dating relationship. They made virginity pledges together and they gave each other purity rings. They kept their desires under control at all times. The only contact they made on dates was holding hands and a kiss on the lips at the end. People at her church held them up to other teens as an example of how young people should date. They broke up when she went to OU and he went to a little bible college. Their sophomore year, he dropped out, moved to Houston and got a job. Her junior year, he told his parents he was gay."

Caitlin burst out laughing, sat up and doubled over. She laughed for a good thirty seconds. I admired her beautiful naked back while she laughed. She twisted to look back at me, exposing her tits to me. "That's SO fucking perfect." She shifted around and pulled up the covers so she was sitting up with her tits covered. She had flashed me more tit until she got the covers pulled up high enough. She hadn't shown me her tits for more than a few seconds, but what I saw was very arousing. They were large and heavy. Her nipples were upright, so she must have found my adventures with Rebecca arousing. I certainly did - my cock had been hard through most of it. 




Cruise Doubledate With My Sister



"What'd she think of his coming out?"

"It hit her pretty hard. She loved Paul in a non-sexual way. Now, he's an outcast who hasn't been home in years. I encouraged Rebecca to find his phone number and call him. She did. He was starved for news about his family and friends back home. Since then, she has called him about once a month to tell him the latest."

"Okay, I think we can rule him out as a threat." Caitlin laughed, then shook her head. "She sounds like up a fucked up fundamentalist kid, struggling with guilt about her relationship with you, going through the drama a lot of fundamentalist kids go through when their desires keep dragging them into sin. She probably didn't tell her parents about you. At this point, I would warn you to not get too involved as she could break up with you at any time when the guilt got too overwhelming."

"At first, I laughed at all the drama. We were just friends and I kept my eyes open for other women. At parties, a few women expressed interest in me. I always found an excuse to not follow up. I know now it was because I wanted to be more than friends with Rebecca. She's so bubbly and happy. Super sweet too. And she's sharp, probably the smartest girl I have ever been friends with. I had so much fun doing things with her, even as friends. Once the sex started, I was hooked. I felt a little bad about making her feel guilty, but we always did only what she wanted to do. At the same time, a hard cock doesn't have a conscience. I hadn't had sex since college."

I was getting tired of being on my back, so I flipped over onto my side.

"After Christmas, we were all over each other again. We began doing other sexy stuff we called our special games."

"Like what?"

"Rebecca loved showering together. We would wash each other's bodies. We paid special attention to the private parts. The showers always wound up with her beating me off." Those showers had been so much fun. "She would do strip teases."

"Prudish Rebecca?"

"She's a great stripper. She loved doing it. I would sing the stripper song and she would slowly strip for me while I stroked myself. I got so horny. We joked about getting a pole installed in my apartment so she could do pole dances for me. We would also do this thing we called a tushy ride where I would put massage oil on her bottom and my cock then I would slide my cock up and down her ass crack while she periodically squeeze her checks together."

"That sounds like fun. I've never done anything like that. Move on to your back."

I lay on my back and Caitlin moved her head back on my shoulder. As she did so, she gave me another good look at her big tits. I felt the urge to reach out and cup one. Fortunately, Caitlin lay down so quickly that I didn't have a chance to make a fool of myself.

"After our Valentine's dinner out at an expensive restaurant, I ate her for the first time. She loved it. After that in the mornings, I'd eat her out then she'd beat me off or give me a tushy ride. I was head over heels in love with her."

"She didn't give you blowjobs?"

"No. I was too big for her mouth and she dislikes the taste of cum."

Time for the big reveal...

"A month ago, we made love for the first time. We were playing another sexy game we called gliding. I'd lie on my back and she'd lie down on top of me facing down. She'd put my cock between her pussy lips and slide up and down..."

"I want to try this," said Caitlin suddenly, surprising me. She stripped off her panties and climbed on top of me. She positioned my cock between her pussy lips.

"Like this?" asked Caitlin as she slid her pussy up and down on my cock.

It took my alcohol-addled brain a while, but I eventually realized that my sister and I were having sex. We weren't fucking, but no brother and sister should do what we were doing. As soon as I realized that, the rationalizations started. Was this that much different than how we'd slept last night? We weren't fucking, right? We'd certainly not fuck...

Caitlin had gone slowly at first, but now her juices had coated my cock and she had picked up the pace. It felt so good.

"Did you grab her ass while she did this?"

"Yes."

"Then grab my ass."

I grabbed her ass and helped her slide herself up and down my cock. Her ass was so different from Rebecca's. This wasn't a little girl ass, this was a real woman ass with plenty of firm muscle that made it a joy to hold. I did most of the work when she was sliding up towards me then I mainly balanced her as she slid down. She kept her upper body close to mine and I could feel her nipples moving up and down my chest as she slid forward and back. I hadn't cum in days and I knew I wouldn't last long if she kept this up.

"Then what happened?" Caitlin asked. She was panting lightly.

"We'd done this for an extra long time. We were both panting and moaning. Then Rebecca slid herself extra high up and when she slid herself down, my cock slid into her."

"Like this?" And just like that, my cock was buried in Caitlin's pussy.

Part of me said we should stop, but it was a small voice that was shouted down by my need for release. Hard cocks don't have a conscience. Her tight, slick pussy felt incredible around my cock. We kept up the rhythm we had before. I kept my hands on her ass and helped her slide herself up and down on my cock. I was fucking my sister, and it was glorious!

Caitlin put her hands on my chest then moved her legs forward until she was squatting on top of me while bent forward. She raised her ass off of me for a few inches then dropped back down, over and over.

"Now I'm your girl for the cruise."

I wasn't fucking my sister anymore - she was fucking me. I loved watching her bounce up and down on top of me. Her hair hung down in front of her shoulders and swished lightly back and forth as she fucked me. I'd never been fucked like this before. I moved my hands a little further down her leg from her ass to help her movements the best I could. This position gave me a great view of her big tits which bobbed up and down as we fucked.

"This is so great," I told her.

I had never thought about having sex with Caitlin. She was my sister! But she was also a super sexy woman. She had a great body and knew how to use it. Each time she slid herself up or down my cock, I was one step closer to heaven.

All too soon, I could feel the tingling in my balls. "I'm going to cum, Caitlin."

"Give it to me!"

A wave of pleasure swept over my body. The sexual frustration I had suffered on the cruise came to a delightful end as I came. I fired shot after shot into her.

After I came, Caitlin slowed to a stop then hopped off me. "I'll be right back." She got a towel from the bathroom, placed it between her legs and climbed into bed with me. She snuggled next to me.

"I love you, Caitlin."

"And I love you, Thomas."

"That was wonderful. I'm sorry I came so quick."

"Don't worry about it. We'll rest for a little bit, then we'll go for round two."

I hadn't seen the seduction coming. Then I had a thought - "Did you plan this?"

"Not really. I wasn't thinking of doing anything when we got into bed. If I had danced with any other guy like I danced with you tonight, I would have ripped his clothes off when I got him in my cabin. But you're my brother. Then the story of you and Rebecca got me so horny. Part of my brain said I'm with the solution to that problem. It was a snap decision to climb on top of you, but once I did, I intended to reenact your first fuck." Caitlin raised up and kissed me briefly on the lips. "I like being your cruise girl. You're a great guy and I'm having a blast with you."

"And I'm having a blast with you. You were awesome just now."

"I've always loved fucking. I fucked my way through high school and the first year of college. I've fucked often since then but not constantly like I did for those years. I think I'm so good at it because I like to talk to the guy about what he enjoys and I learn something new from every lover."

I rolled on to my right side and slid down so I was face-to-face, then I kissed her. One soft kiss followed another. Our hands roamed over each other's body. I stroked her back, right side, upper thigh and what I could reach of her stomach. She caressed my chest and played with my nipples. I was in no hurry to ramp up the passion.

I felt her open her mouth and I slipped my tongue in. As we frenched, I cupped her right tit. It was big, larger than Rebecca's or any other girl's I had touched. It had a wonderful heft to it. Caitlin moaned into my mouth. I made circles around her areola as she more vigorously ran her fingers through my chest hairs.

Caitlin broke the kiss. "I'm glad I'm now doing all four things I wanted to do on the cruise." She gave me a quick kiss. "Get over to my right side."

I climbed over her while she slid over to make room for me. Caitlin placed the towel underneath her. Once I was in the spot she wanted me, she pulled my head down to hers and we started kissing again.

As we kissed, I explored both her tits with my right hand. I played with her nipples and made more circles on her areolas. She grabbed my wrist and pushed it downward. I slid my hand down her stomach to her crotch. What little crotch hair she had was neatly trimmed. She spread her legs wide to give my hand room. I slid a finger between her pussy lips and quickly found her clit. I continued on to her vagina to get some fluid, then moved back up to her clit.

Caitlin ended the kiss and laid back with her eyes closed. "Hard circles. I like hard circles around my clit."

I made a circle around her clit with the base of my finger while pressing firmly. "Like that?"

"Yes, like that." She exhaled deeply. "Make me cum, Thomas. I'm hotter than a firecracker, so it shouldn't take long."

I continued on with the circles, paying attention to her body language to make sure I was making progress. Caitlin gave me feedback between pants. "Yes, Thomas...little to the right...that feels so good...little harder...not so fast...yes, that's it, Thomas...yes! Yes! YEEEESSSS!!"

Her legs clamped on my hand as she came. I ran my fingers through her hair and admired her body as I waited for her to recover. She finally unclamped my hand, then pulled me to her for some more kisses.

I was ready for round 2, so I moved to get between her legs. Caitlin stopped me. "Sounds like you haven't done doggie-style in a while." She flipped over and got on her hands and knees. I wasn't going to pass on that offer. As I shuffled over to her, Caitlin wiggled her ass at me. I guided my cock into her pussy and slowly pushed my full length into her.

"That's it, big brother. Now fuck me good."

I did my best. I pumped in and out of her slowly at first, then steadily picked up the pace. She was very wet and her lubrication made each thrust an easy delight.

"Lisa was right - you do know what you are doing."

As Caitlin got used to my rhythm, she strongly met each of my thrusts. We made loud slapping sounds as our bodies collided. In the weak light of the cabin, I could barely make out her firm ass and her strong back as I plowed into her.

Caitlin kept up a steady stream of erotic exhortations as we fucked. "This feels so good...give it to me some more...fuck yeah...keep on banging me."

After a while, I was coated with sweat. I was panting and I could hear Caitlin panting too. Her comments got less frequent as she panted and moaned more. The cabin reeked of sweat and sex and the smell inflamed my lust.

I knew I was getting close. I didn't want to come before Caitlin, but fucking her felt so damn good that I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

"I'm almost there, Thomas." I heard her pant a few times. "Oh yeah...Oh yeah...Oh YEAAHH!"

I felt her body quake as her orgasm hit. I kept up my pace and after a few more strokes, I slammed into her and spewed my seed as waves of pleasure swept over me. Damn, that had been a good fuck! I held my position for a while as I slowly caught my breath, then I pulled out and collapsed on the bed. I was exhausted, spent, and blissfully happy.

Caitlin flopped on me with her head on my right shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.

"That was hottest sex I've ever had," I said.

She smirked lewdly. "We'll try for hotter tomorrow."

Thursday, Jamaica 

I groaned when the alarm went off. I felt sore and tired. What did I do last night? Then I remembered.

I turned towards Caitlin, who was sitting up and stretching. What a marvelous view. "Any regrets?" I asked.

She laughed. "None. We're both adults, both knew what we were doing and both needed it. We've been given a lot of lemons on this cruise and we made some lemonade. Let's go - we have a shore excursion to catch."

The excursion was a catamaran cruise to Dunn's River Falls. We struck up conversations with other people on the catamaran several times, but it always turned awkward - when we told people where we were from, they'd ask how long-distance dating was working out. When we told them we were brother and sister, they'd say "Oh". I felt like we had a neon sign over our heads that read, "BROTHER AND SISTER WHO ARE FUCKING." The trip itself was fantastic - we enjoyed sailing on the beautiful water, snorkeling at a coral reef, swimming in a lagoon and hiking up to the summit of Dunn's River Falls.

Back on the ship, we made love before napping. Our lovemaking session was very playful and we spent a lot of time talking about what we liked in sex. We did a tushy ride so Caitlin could see what it was like. She guided me through different techniques for eating her pussy. We fucked in four different positions, the last of which had me lying on my side behind her with her wrapped in my arms. After I came, we drifted off to sleep with my wilted cock still inside her.

After napping, we worked out then headed back to the cabin. When we were almost there, we saw Rebecca and Jacob hand-in-hand walking towards us. They turned around and went the other way. I had thought the sight of them would be painful, but it wasn't bad with Caitlin by my side.

Now that we were lovers, dancing was more fun and arousing. Once we got back to the cabin, we attacked each other. We fucked like animals - constantly switching positions, tumbling all over the bed, switching to oral sex then back to fucking. I didn't go soft until I dumped my third load into Caitlin. I was exhausted and fell asleep quickly with Caitlin cuddled against me.

Friday, San Juan 

We spent the whole day on the island. We explored the city, had an incredible zipline adventure, spent several hours at a gorgeous beach, then had a wonderful dinner in San Juan.

The whole day, I struggled with the issue of public displays of affection with Caitlin. I loved her and had a great time with her, and it was natural for me to want to show my affection for her by holding hands, kissing and hugging. Tourists were everywhere as San Juan was a major port for cruise ships. How many of them were from our ship? Would anyone recognize us if we hugged and kissed on the beach? I knew from men approaching us at the dance club that we were known by people we didn't know. Probably many people had gossiped about us as we were part of a sex scandal that had happened right before their eyes. If someone from our ship saw us, what would they do? Would they tell Rebecca and Jacob? What would those two do if they heard we were acting like lovers? Would Rebecca tell my coworkers that she had been glad that she had broken up with me when she had found out that I had rebounded with my sister? Caitlin and I held many whispered conversations on the subject. In the end, we only kissed and hugged when we were sure we couldn't be seen. That was more dissatisfying than Rebecca's only letting me hold her hand.

The frustrations of the day seemed to affect our lust for each other. Our sex after dancing, while still hot, wasn't as torrid as the two prior nights.

Saturday, at sea 

I woke on the last day of the cruise to the sound of torrential rain. As my grandpa said, "Like a cow pissing on a flat rock." 

For the first time on our cruise, the ship swayed, pitched and rolled. We both felt a little queasy. I had researched sea sickness before the cruise and we did the recommended steps - took some Dramamine, ate some crackers and stared out our cabin window towards the horizon. When we got tired of watching the rain, we laid on the bed and talked until we drifted back to sleep.

At eleven, we woke and went to the gym. It was packed. There wasn't that much to do on the cruise ship. With the rain keeping everyone inside, the few places we could go were overrun. We left and had lunch first. When we came back, we had a long wait before we could get on two cardio machines, and they weren't close to each other.

After working out, Caitlin and I weren't in the mood for adventurous sex. We did lots of strokes and kisses, slowly stoked up the fires then released them in the good ol' missionary position.

After a nap, we did some shopping. "We've got around eighty dollars left of shipboard credit," said Caitlin. "How do you want to spend it?"

"You spend it." I didn't want any mementos of this cruise. I had had a great time with Caitlin, but that didn't compensate for losing Rebecca.

"I could buy some duty-free booze, but I'd rather buy a nice dress. Would you mind? It'll cost more than our credit and the difference will go on your credit card."

"Go ahead. Get something really nice." I dropped my voice to a whisper. "A going-away present for my cruise girl."

Caitlin smiled at me, then started looking more seriously at the dresses. "I wish I had taken some of the shipboard credit with me when I changed cabins. As Rebecca and Jacob hardly drink, they probably haven't spent much of it."

"They probably bought lots of souvenirs of their early honeymoon. We'll call it their wedding present."

Caitlin looked at me. I knew she wished I wouldn't give up so easily. I didn't know what she wanted me to do - chase them down and demand they buy her a bunch of duty-free booze?

Caitlin bought a peach-colored sun dress that looked pretty on her. We wandered down to a place which served hand-scooped ice cream. We got a cone each and had to wait to get a table as the shop was full. When I was about halfway done, I saw Rebecca and Jacob in swimsuits walk into the shop. They saw us and started to turn around, but I waved them in. Once they got their ice cream, they started to leave but I waved them to our table.

"What the hell are you doing?" whispered Caitlin.

"I have to get used to seeing Rebecca and I want to start when I'm with you."

Once they sat down with us, I asked, "Have you two had a good time on the cruise?"

"Great time!" said Jacob with a big smile. He told us about the ziplining and tubing they had done in Belize and the swimming with dolphins they had done in the Grand Caymans. It didn't appear to cross his mind that Caitlin and I might get upset about all the fun they'd had on our dime.

As Jacob talked, I stole occasionally peeks at Caitlin and Rebecca. Caitlin looked like she was ready to lunge across the table and choke Jacob. Rebecca - well, it looked to me like she was trying to hide behind her ice cream cone.

Jacob was about to tell us what they did in Jamaica when Rebecca interrupted by asking, "Thomas, what did you do in Belize and the Grand Caymans?"

I looked at Rebecca when she talked to me and it was like a knife in the heart. She was so beautiful. She had an elaborate braid that made her hair look more gorgeous than ever. She had spoken in a soft, gentle tone that I loved so much to hear. I felt like crying.

Caitlin jumped in and described our trips. I added a little about our time in Stringray City. If it was this hard to talk to Rebecca with my sister/lover sitting next to me, what was it going to be like in the break room at work?




Cruise Doubledate With My Sister



Once we had finished, Jacob told us about their riding horses on a beach in Jamaica and their going on a snorkel and picnic cruise in Puerto Rico.

"Thomas, what did you do in Jamaica and San Juan?" Rebecca asked.

Why is she asking me?

Again, Caitlin did most of the talking. I talked a little more than the first time. Still, it was so hard.

"Well, it was good seeing you," I lied as I pushed my chair away from the table. Rebecca was the only one with ice cream left - it looked like she had barely touched hers.

"I'm going to pay for my cruise," Rebecca blurted out.

"What?"

"I'm going to pay you for my share of the cruise expenses. When we get back to Boston, I'll come over, we'll go over the cruise expenses and I'll pay you for my share. It'll take me a while to get the money together, but I'll pay you as soon as I can."

"That's nice of you, Rebecca. It really is. I wasn't expecting that." Rebecca was the sweetest person I knew. "I'll throw everything into a spreadsheet and mail it to you."

I looked over at Jacob. All of us looked his way. Would he make the same offer?

"I'm going to do an errand then I'll meet you at the pool," said Jacob to Rebecca as he briskly exited.

I'll take that as a "No."

"Good talking with you," I said as I stood up.

Rebecca had an odd look on her face. "See you tomorrow at the airport."

I winced. I wasn't looking forward to that flight. "See you then." I considered getting a different seat when I got to the airport.

Outside the shop, I told Caitlin, "Whatever Rebecca gives me, I'll split with you."

"Thanks. That'll help a lot."

"It's only fair." We headed back to our cabin. "What did you think of Rebecca's behavior? I expected her to be all happy and bubbly now that she's with her true love, but she didn't act that way at all."

"I think you're killing her with kindness. She's feeling guilty as hell as she knows she did you wrong. If I was in her shoes, I would want you to yell at me, call me names, be ugly and nasty. Then I would feel justified."

I didn't see what there was to be angry about. Disappointed, yes. But Rebecca had been honest with me, had told me that she didn't love me. Who was I to say that she had to stay with me rather than her true love?

* * * *

Once Thomas and Caitlin left, Rebecca walked to the trash can and threw her ice cream away.

I'm so stupid. So blazingly stupid.

She waited a few moments for Thomas and Caitlin to be out of sight, then left the shop and stopped. Jacob would be expecting her soon at the pool. She didn't feel like talking to Jacob. Or talking to anyone. She decided to go to the cabin and do some early packing.

It had seemed so easy last night.

As she had laid next to the sleeping Jacob, she had come up with a plan. She'd keep Jacob at bay today, dump him tomorrow morning, then rekindle her friendship with Thomas on the flight back. When she went over to Thomas' place to talk about the cruise expenses, she'd either ask him out on a date or outright seduce him. They'd be back together within a week.

Her first rude awakening had been this morning at the mobbed indoor pool. As she had been talking to Jacob, a little grandfatherly gent had come up to her.

"Weren't you with another guy at the start of the cruise? Tall guy?"

"Yes."

Rebecca had been sick of people asking her that question. Because of their height difference, lots of people had noticed her with Thomas. She had felt bad telling people about breaking up with Thomas and going off with Jacob back when she had thought Jacob was God's gift to her. By the time this little gent talked to her, being asked about Thomas had made her feel many times worse.

"When did you break up with the tall guy? Monday? Around lunch time?"

"Yes." She had wondered how this man knew.

"That explains it. Monday afternoon, I want a break from the grandkids so I go up on deck. Here comes your old boyfriend, walking like a robot. With him is a woman who looks like she wants to bite someone's head off. I relax there for a while and around they come again. I watch them make two more laps then I go back to the grandkids." By this time, Jacob and a few other people had drifted over to hear the man's story. "Two hours later, I decide to take another break. I go up on deck and who do I see? Your old boyfriend and the girl. Same robot walk. The girl doesn't look so angry now. Worried." The man had paused to look around at his audience. "After that, I go up every hour. Every time, they are walking. I check one last time before going to bed and they are still walking. I expect to see a groove in the deck. Craziest thing I've ever seen."

Jacob had laughed. "That is crazy," he had said. Rebecca had felt like she had been punched in the stomach.

What had I ever seen in Jacob?

She knew instantly - he had been the solution to all the guilt she had been feeling.

The guilt had started before graduation. Her parents had wanted her to get a job in Amarillo or even closer to them. She hadn't found many opportunities in that area, certainly nothing comparable to her job offer in Boston. When she had moved to Boston, her parents had acted like she was moving to Gomorrah.

At first in Boston, she had felt guilt-free. She had ended her affair with Jacob and intended to wait until she was married to have sex again. She had found a good church that her parents had approved of. Guys had tried to flirt with her at work, but she had snubbed them because they hadn't been godly men.

She had hung out with friends with work, going to parties and events. Her parents had told her that she should be spending time with people from church, but the people from work were so much more enjoyable - sharp, optimistic, hard-working and fun. At the parties, she found herself gravitating to Thomas. Then she and Thomas had started doing long walks together as they both liked long walks. Thomas had looked up historical walking tours of Boston and she had enjoyed exploring her new city with him.

She had known that her parents wouldn't approve of her spending so much time with Thomas, so she had created The Lie. The Lie had started so small. When her mom - it was always her mom - had asked if she had met or talked with any guys, Rebecca had talked about how much she missed Jacob and how she hadn't met any godly men like him. Her parents had then been very sympathetic and the awkward questions had stopped. She had always implied to her parents that she had done no more with Jacob than kiss and hold hands. Her parents wanted her to again have a chaste relationship like they thought she had had with Jacob.

When Thomas had asked her to spend the night the first time, she hadn't put up much of a fight as she had fallen for him. After their first kiss, she had known they were boyfriend and girlfriend. But to have said it aloud would have meant she would have been lying to her parents when she told them that she had gone for a hike with a guy who was just a friend.

A month and a half ago, Rebecca had decided to tell her parents about Thomas. She had fallen in love with him and had accepted that she would soon give in to her desires for him. Then she had discovered how big The Lie had grown.

Several times during video calls with her parents, she had brought up that she really liked this guy at work. Each time, her parents had cut her off and told her to find a godly man to go out with. Her parents had suggested she get back in touch with Jacob and start a long-distance romance with him. She had told her parents that she didn't know Jacob's phone number, that he had dropped out of sight and that he probably had a new girlfriend. They had replied that the only way to find out was to get ahold of him somehow. Eventually, she had given up on trying to tell them about Thomas, but they had continued to push her to contact Jacob. 

One thing she had loved about Thomas was that he had never pushed her, that he had always waited for her to be ready. Then he had repeatedly pushed her to move in with him. Part of her had wanted to and she had felt guilty about that. She hadn't been able to face telling her parents that she was moving in with Thomas, so she had always said no. She had felt guilty about always disappointing him. 

She had tried to push the guilt aside, but it was always there. The littlest things began triggering guilt attacks. If something at work reminded her of her mom, she couldn't work for a few hours. If two people living together came up in a conversation, she had to walk away. If something reminded her of church while she was with Thomas, she would tell him that she wasn't feeling well and go home.

Despite the guilt, her love for Thomas had continued to deepen and she finally gave into her desires for him. The day after they had made love for the first time, he had asked her to go on this cruise with him and she had happily said yes. At first, she had been so excited about going on the cruise with Thomas. Eight days of adventuring, sleeping with Thomas every night. All of her friends had been envious. She had decided that if the cruise went well, she would agree to move in with Thomas.

Then it had hit her - she had to tell her parents about the cruise. She would miss three video calls with them. Every time she had thought about telling them, she had felt sick to her stomach. She had put off telling them to the last call before the cruise, which was on Tuesday.

The call had been pure torture. She had told her parents that she was going on a cruise with a friend. Her parents had kept asking her if she was going with a guy and she had always replied that she was going with a friend. She had felt so transparent in her duplicity. They had gone on and on about how much sinful and immoral activity happened on cruises. They had tried to convince her to not go. They had ended the call by telling her that they would spend every hour that she was gone praying for her soul. 

She had felt so awful after the call. She had prayed and prayed, asking God to help her. She had wanted to make God and her parents happy while following her heart and she couldn't see any way of doing that. The next day, she had prayed the whole evening in the sanctuary of her church. On Thursday evening, she had spent a long time in prayer in her apartment, begging God for a sign, for a miracle. Friday, she had decided that it was in God's hands and she would worry about it no more.

On Saturday, a miracle had happened - Jacob had appeared out of nowhere. Jacob the guy her parents had wanted her to date. Jacob the guy she had spent months praising. Jacob had been her first love and her true love. And once she was with him, Jacob had been wonderful - handsome, sweet and funny.

Saturday when Thomas and Caitlin had gone for a walk, Jacob had told her that his relationship with Caitlin was going downhill, that they fought a lot and that they were close to breaking up. The great time she and Jacob had had at the pool making new friends had brought back a flood of happy memories.

Thomas had annoyed her by constantly checking out the other women at the pool. When they had gone dancing, she had hated it - the lyrics of the songs had been disgusting and people had been making out next to them on the dance floor. Thomas had been oblivious and had been disappointed that she wasn't having a good time. Jacob on the other hand had been so caring and attentive. She mildly disapproved of gambling and dancing, but she could just watch gambling and the watching had been so exciting.

While she had been watching Thomas and Jacob play blackjack, she had had a vision. It had been like God had pulled back the curtain to show a small piece of His plans for her. Her relationship with Thomas was to be like her relationship with Paul. No more premarital sex. By the end of the cruise, she and Jacob would fall in love and agree to get married. They would break up with Thomas and Caitlin, then long-distance date. She wouldn't see Jacob again until she arrived back in her hometown for their wedding. The next time she would have sex, it would be as Jacob's wife.

God's plan had solved everything. The guilt would be gone. God and her parents would be happy. She'd be happily married. All she had had to do was follow God's plan.

Sunday night when she had been dancing with Jacob, he had told her that he had never stopped loving her. God's plan is working! she had thought. She had been swept up in the moment and had told him the same thing.

Thomas had surprised her Monday when he had confronted her and had told her to pick between him and Jacob. Then it had come to her - God must have spoken to him as well! Thomas had accepted God's will that she was meant to be with Jacob, like Joseph had accepted marrying Mary when he had found out the she was pregnant. God will bless him some day for his obedience she had thought.

But Thomas had not been accepting; he had been crushed. He had loved her, had been so patient with her and she had thrown it all away for an old flame she had once wisely left behind.

Embracing The Lie didn't make it true. She may have been in love with Jacob at some point, but she hadn't been when she had graduated. She had been happy when he had suggested that they wouldn't long-distance date and would count on God to bring them back together. Since they had broken up, she had changed to be even less compatible with Jacob. Embracing The Lie had destroyed everything.

Was this like what Paul had gone through? Having to embrace a lie in order to make his friends and family happy? No, that was trivializing what Paul had done. He had lost everything when he told everyone the truth - he had been disowned by his family and friends. He had not let the cost deter him from being true to himself. If she had moved in with Thomas, what would have happened? Her parents would have been disappointed with her. Her friends in Boston would have been happy for her. She would have still had her job. She was certain that Thomas had wanted to marry her in the not-too-distant future. Probably a little discomfort with her parents for a little while, but she had been unable to face even that. Paul had been brave and she had been a coward. 

What am I to do?

Thomas was wary of her now. Once bitten, twice shy. She had seen the pain in his face every time he had talked to her. He had kept her at arms length. He had rejected her idea of coming over and instead wanted to do everything by impersonal email. She had wounded his heart badly and talking to him as she had always done just reopened the wound. How could she get him to date her again?

Thomas will never want to date me.

He hadn't wanted to date her when they'd first met. Why would he date her now that she had betrayed him? Several girls at work had expressed interest in him. Why would Thomas date her instead of one of them?

"Attention please! Attention please!"

Rebecca jumped at the sound of the voice over the loudspeaker. She looked around her. She was in her cabin, with an empty suitcase in front of her and tears streaming down her face. She didn't remember walking back to the cabin or getting the suitcase out.

"Due to the storm we have spent the day traveling through, we will be delayed arriving at Miami. We estimate a ten am arrival time. We are sorry for the delay and the purser will work with anyone who needs to adjust their travel plans." The voice repeated that information several more times while Rebecca returned to her thoughts of what to do about Thomas.

She would have to beg Thomas to take her back. If she begged hard enough, he would. When? Not before the flight. With the delay, they would have to rush to catch their flight and neither of them would be in a good mood. Not on the plane - it would have to be in private. His car was at her apartment. When the taxi dropped them off there, she would convince him to go into her apartment. Once inside, she would beg him to take her back, to give her a second chance. She would tell him she had been so stupid and that she loved him and had for a long time. He was such a sweet guy, he'd forgive her.

Yes, he'd forgive but he'd never forget. The wound would still be there; their love would be a shadow of what it was before. But what could she do? All she could do was love him. No, she had to do more than that. She'd have to demonstrate her love for him with something so incredible that it would knock the memory of her betrayal out of his heart. She'd have to be brave and seize the opportunity to do so when it came.

But would it ever come?

* * * *

Caitlin and I were naked in bed. Dancing hadn't been as much fun tonight as it had been, partly because it was getting old and partly because we were both sad that the cruise was coming to an end. Our post-dancing sex had been slow with lots of caresses, like we were trying to memorize the each others' body.

After we kissed and cuddled for a while, I brought up the question that had been weighing on my mind. "So, what happens to us after tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, we have one more fuck in the morning then we go back to being your typical brother and sister."

"Caitlin..."

"Thomas, give it up. Long-distance relationships are hard and an incestuous long-distance relationship has no chance."

"You could fly up to see me..."

"I'm in the hole on vacation days and I don't have the money for plane tickets."

"I could fly down to see you..."

"Yeah, then stay at my apartment with one bed rather than staying with Mom and Dad. That wouldn't look suspicious," she said sarcastically. "And don't ask me to try to sneak into your bedroom at Mom and Dad's. If they knew we were fucking, they would have a heart attack. And if any of their friends suspected we were fucking, they would shrivel up and die."

"You could quit your job, move in with me while you look for a job in Boston, then we could live together to save rent."

"I can't quit my job right now. I have bills I have to pay every month and I'm barely able to pay them as is. It would look bad on my resume to quit my first job after less than a year. I would love to move to Boston, but not now. Maybe in a year I could, but by then you'll have a new girlfriend and I'll have a new boyfriend." I sighed. I knew she was just being practical as always, but it hurt. "Thomas, I have had a great time with you. You turned a costly disaster into something wonderful. I feel super close to you now. I got over Jacob in record time. You're hopefully over Rebecca. It's time for us to go back to our real lives and find someone new."

I sighed again. "I'm not over Rebecca yet. I'm going to see her regularly at work. Every time, I'll think about what would have been if I hadn't gone on this stupid cruise. You were never that serious about Jacob while I thought Rebecca was the one."

Caitlin looked up at me and stroked my face with her hand, soothing me. "I'm sorry, Thomas. It saddens me that you're hurting, but trying to hold onto me isn't the answer."

Caitlin went back to snuggling on me and I held her close. She was right and I knew she was right. I was sad - terribly sad - and tears started to flow.

Stop that!

Yes, I would be starting over tomorrow, but I would be starting over in a much better place then before Rebecca. I had many more friends and closer friendships. Caitlin and I loved each more deeply and I knew that Caitlin would do anything to help me. I had learned so much from Rebecca and Caitlin.

When Rebecca dumped me, I hadn't failed. I had succeeded beyond my wildest dreams. I had just not succeeded enough. The foreseeable future would suck, but I could already see some other opportunities and I knew now much better how to succeed. I thought about the women who had expressed some interest in me. The sadness lifted and I felt a tiny bit cheerful as I drifted off to sleep.




Cruise Doubledate With My Sister



Thud! Thud! Thud! Someone was knocking on our door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"Rebecca."

"Go away, Rebecca." What the hell was she doing, bothering us?

"Thomas, I need to talk with you. Please let me in."

"We're asleep, Rebecca. Talk to me in the morning."

I closed my eyes to go back to sleep.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Rebecca was pounding now. "Thomas, I need to talk to you now. Please."

"Tell her drop dead," Caitlin whispered to me.

"I can't be that rude to her," I whispered back. "I have to work with her still. I'll go talk to her. Put on your night shirt."

"Keep her by the door. The bed smells of sex."

"Just a sec, Rebecca." I got out of bed, pulled on my shorts and a T-shirt. I went to door and cracked it open. I didn't take the chain off.

"Let me in, Thomas. Please. It's important." She looked like hell. Her eyes were swollen, probably from crying.

"Can't you tell me whatever you have to say here?"

"No, Thomas. It's not something I want to discuss in the hallway."

I didn't want Rebecca in the cabin, but I didn't see what else I could do short of slamming the door in her face. I closed the door, undid the chain and let her in. I tried to keep her next to the door, but when she started to slip by me my only choices were to let her go or to body check her against the wall. I closed and locked the door and when I turned, she was sitting on the edge of the bed signaling me to join her. Exactly where I don't want her to be. I walked towards her and once I got close, she jumped up, grabbed my hands and guided me to sit next to her.

"I've broken up with Jacob. Getting back together with him was a terrible mistake. I had thought that I was meant to be with him, but it's you that's right for me. Thomas, will you please give me another chance?"

I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. At the start of the cruise, I had been in love with Rebecca and she had rejected me. I fell in love with Caitlin and she rejected me. Now Rebecca was back, saying that she was in love with me. I was suffering from emotional whiplash.

As I sat there dumbfounded, I saw Rebecca sniff the air. It took her a few seconds to process what the smell was. "Oh my God! You've had sex!"

Up to this point, Caitlin had been lying along the edge of the bed away from us. After Rebecca spoke, she sat up. "Yes, we've had sex. After you and Jacob crapped all over us and ruined our vacation, Thomas and I decided to try to have as much fun as we could. We went drinking and dancing, then one thing lead to another." She moved closer to Rebecca. "But that's of no consequence to you. I can't believe that after you hurt Thomas so badly, you would waltz in here on the last night and try to make up with him. What the fuck were you thinking?"

Rebecca eyes dropped. "I hoped he still cared for me," she said softly.

"Why the hell should he ever trust you again?"

Rebecca continued to bow her head, then she suddenly pulled herself together, looked up at me and squeezed me hands hard. I could see tears on her face. "Thomas, please give me a second chance. I'll always be faithful to you. I made a dreadful mistake and hurt you badly. I'll do anything to make it up to you. I was so stupid. I didn't appreciate you and I threw away a great thing. Please, don't make the same mistake I made."

Half-formed thoughts flitted in and out of my brain. Did I still care for Rebecca? I knew I wasn't over her - I had just told Caitlin that. Did I still want her? Could I ever trust her again? 

"Rebecca," said Caitlin, "why the hell should he trust you again? Answer the question."

"I've always been honest with Thomas." Rebecca continued facing me while she talked with Caitlin. She shook her head. "That's not quite true. I've always been as honest with Thomas as I've been with myself. Thomas, I've loved you for months. I was a fool to not accept it."

"You have a funny way of showing it," said Caitlin. "Do you always dump guys that you are in love with?"

"No. What I did was stupid. It's complicated and you aren't going to understand, but I had asked God for a miracle to help me with all the guilt I was feeling and when I saw Jacob, I thought he was that miracle. But it was a mistake; an awful, terrible mistake that I am going to regret the rest of my life. Please Thomas, let me have a second chance. Let me make it up to you."

I couldn't organize my thoughts, so Caitlin spoke first. "What happens the next time some good-looking devout Christian walks into your life? Are you going to dump Thomas again?"

Rebecca shook her head. "Saint Paul wrote that love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It doesn't dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it isn't easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. I had thought that I had to love a devout Christian to have that type of love. Now I know that you get that type of love by loving the person who is right for you. Thomas is right for me and I had that type of love, but I stupidly threw it away."

"Look sister, you two had lots of problems before you decided to dump Thomas. With your escapades on this cruise, Thomas is better off walking away and finding someone without so many issues."

"I know we had issues. Thomas, if you'll take me back, I'll do better. I promise."

"Thomas wants you to live with him. Are you willing to do that?"

A pained look came over Rebecca's face. "My parents..."

"If your parents are more important than Thomas, then get the fuck out of here and don't come back."

Rebecca started to say something, but Caitlin interrupted her. "Do you love Thomas?"

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"I don't believe you," said Caitlin dismissively. "And you're going to have to go through me to get to him. What were you going to do tonight to show him that you love him?"

Rebecca looked uncertain. "I...I was going to beg Thomas to take me back. I was going to tell him why I went off with Jacob, that it was stupid of me. I had loved Thomas but screwed everything up."

"He doesn't want to hear a fucking sob story!"

Rebecca buried her head in hands and cried. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and comfort her.

"You need to show him that you love him." Caitlin's tone was harsh. She sounded like she was speaking to a misbehaving child. "Not tell." Pause. "Not imply." Pause. "We're talking actions", pause, "and decisions."

Rebecca was hunched over crying, offering no defense to Caitlin's onslaught.

"Rebecca, it's time for you to take some big steps. Look at Thomas and tell him something that shows - not tells - shows him that you love him."

Rebecca raised her head and looked me in the face. Her eyes were huge. Her cheeks were covered with tears. "Thomas, I love you. And I want to live with you."

"When?" asked Caitlin before I could respond.

Rebecca turned to Caitlin somewhat stunned. She was unsteady like a boxer who had been pummeled too much. "When?"

"Yes, when!" hissed Caitlin. I could hear the fury rising in her voice. "Tomorrow? Next week? A year from now? When do you want to start living with Thomas?"

Rebecca moved woozily. "Next weekend. I'll move in next weekend." She looked back at me as her voice gained strength. "I'll turn in my keys early. Then we'll look for a bit bigger place to live together."

"Now we're making progress," said Caitlin. The fury was still there, but not as strong. "If you love Thomas, then living apart is wasting money and reducing the time you spend together for no reason."

Rebecca finally faced Caitlin while continuing to hold my hands. She had odd look on her face.

"You think I'm a bitch, don't you?" asked Caitlin.

"No. You're assertive and you fight for what you think is right. I envy you. If I had done that, I wouldn't be in the terrible situation I'm in now." Rebecca turned back towards me. "But I'm fighting now. I'm going to fight for you Thomas with every ounce of strength I have." A small smile came to Rebecca's face. "Do you want me to live with you, Thomas?"

Before I could get out yes, Caitlin said, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! When are you going to tell your parents?"

"My parents?"

"Yes," said Caitlin. "When are you going to tell your parents that you are going to move in with Thomas? Have you told them about Thomas?"

Rebecca's head dropped. We waited.

"I haven't told them anything about Thomas," said Rebecca to the floor. She sounded in utter misery. She shook her head slightly, then raised her head and looked at me. "Tuesday. Thomas, will you be there Tuesday? I'll tell them Tuesday. It'll be easier to tell them if you're with me."

"I'll be there," I said tenderly.

"Do you want Rebecca to live with you, Thomas" asked Caitlin gently.

"Yes. I've never stopped loving you, Rebecca."

"I've never stopped loving you, Thomas."

"Great!" said Caitlin. "Two more issues to resolve, then I'll agree that you love Thomas."

"Do they have to be resolved now?" Rebecca asked.

"Hell yeah!" said Caitlin. "Thomas is a big softie and if I don't get them resolved now, they may never get resolved. Let's talk about the small issue then the big issue. Thomas is big on cuddling, but you refuse to do anything in public more than hold hands. That hurts him. Are you willing to do more than hold hands in public?"

"I love cuddling with Thomas. It's just that..."

"Yes or no. It's late. Cut out the bullshit."

Rebecca turned towards me and squeezed me hands. "Is it important to you, Thomas?" Rebecca's voice had more strength.

"It is."

"Then I'll do better. It's something I'm not comfortable with it, but I'll work to overcome that."

I felt good about that answer. I didn't expect big changes overnight. What I wanted was the commitment to change.

"Okay, let's move to the big issue," said Caitlin. "Rebecca, you need to up your game in the bedroom." Rebecca's head drooped. "There's a reason why they call it making love. It's a very special way of showing Thomas that you love him. It creates a unique bond between you two. Relationships are full of frustrations. Guys can forgive a lot of frustrations that build up during the day if they are made love to at night. Make your sex life another source of frustration and the guy is going to walk away." Caitlin waited several moments for that message to sink in. "Let me guess - you were expecting to keep your panties on when you got in bed with Thomas tonight." Rebecca looked at Caitlin with wide eyes. She hadn't expected Caitlin to know such an intimate detail. "That's not going to work. If you want Thomas to believe that you love him, you need to show him by making love to him tonight."

"I'm...I'm not in the mood..."

"Then decide to get in the mood!" said Caitlin, the fury in her voice rising again. "Decide to control your moods! If everything has to be just right for you to make love, then you aren't going to make love often enough to keep Thomas." Rebecca sat unmoving. "If you don't want to show him that you love him, the door's over there."

Rebecca said nothing for a moment, then asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to stay here. I'm not dressed to wander around the ship while you two get reacquainted. Besides, I think you could do with some tips."

"I'm super uncomfortable about this."

"Well, I'll take off my clothes if that will make you feel more comfortable." Caitlin whipped off her night shirt. "Take your clothes off," Caitlin told me. I slipped them off. We watched to see what Rebecca would do.

After a few moments, Rebecca came to a decision - she grabbed the bottom of the black cocktail dress she was wearing and pulled it over her head. She unfastened her bra and took it off. She kicked off her shoes then slipped off her panties. Naked, she laid down on the bed. "Thomas, I do love you and I'll do my best for you, but it's not going to be very good."

"C'mon, girl!" said Caitlin. "Positive attitude! You love Thomas. Thomas loves you. You've been apart for a few days. Let Mother Nature work her magic."

"I'm not comfortable."

"Then you and Thomas need to work on getting you comfortable. Thomas, what kind of foreplay does she like?"

"She likes it when I rub my hands over her body."

"Okay, do that."

I was lying next to Rebecca while Caitlin was sitting on the other side. I gently slid my hand up and down Rebecca's leg. Her muscles were tense.

"I have an idea," said Caitlin. She grabbed her silk night shirt. "Put this around your hand, Thomas." 

I took the night shirt, wrapped it around my hand and started lightly stroking Rebecca's body with it. "Is that better?"

"Yes. That feels nice."

"Good," said Caitlin. "Now, you need to think about something that will put you in the mood. Hmmm...You enjoy showering with Thomas, right?"

"Yes," said Rebecca a little sheepishly.

"And during those showers, he'd touch you like this, right?"

"Yes", said Rebecca with a little smile.

"Okay. Close your eyes. Imagine you are in the shower. Warm water is flowing over you. Thomas is rubbing his hands over your body. He loves your body. You have such a great body."

Caitlin kept talking in a soft, soothing voice about the warm water in the shower as I ran my hand over Rebecca's body. I could feel the tension slowly flow out of Rebecca's body. When I ran the silk over her tits, her nipples perked up. Her breathing became slower and deeper. As she relaxed, she spread her legs apart, allowing me to run my hand over the inside of her thighs. 

"You seem to be getting in the mood," said Caitlin in her soft, soothing voice. "It's best if Thomas makes you cum before you start making love. You'll be better lubricated that way and if he cums before you do, you'll still be satisfied. Do your prefer Thomas to make you cum with his hand or his mouth?"

"I like his mouth better, but I don't like how he smells afterward."

"I'll get a small towel for him to wipe his face on when he's done eating you. I'll also get a big towel for you to lie on so you won't get the bed messy."

I took that as my cue to eat Rebecca. I got on the floor and pulled Rebecca to edge of the bed. She was so light in my hands. I spread her legs and moved to her pussy. I pushed her pussy lips apart with my tongue and licked up and down. She was wet, not as much as usual but more than I had expected.

Caitlin came back from the bathroom with the two towels. I lifted Rebecca's bottom up and Caitlin slid the big towel underneath her. She set the small towel on the edge of the bed for me to use later. Then she got back up on the bed and lay down next to Rebecca.

"Do you have any personal lubricant?" Caitlin asked Rebecca.

Rebecca shook her head no.

"I'll give you mine tomorrow. Use it when you don't have a lot of time or when you want a quickie. Also use it when you aren't in the mood to get yourself off but still want to make Thomas happy."

"Thanks, Caitlin. Thanks for everything."

I was licking up and down Rebecca's sweet pussy. I used the very tip of my tongue to wiggle up and down in a very slow circle around Rebecca's clit. I could hear her breathing getting ragged.

"Do you like what he's doing?" Caitlin asked Rebecca.

"Oh yes. It's wonderful."

"Give him feedback regularly. He can't know what you think is great and what you think is merely okay if you don't tell him."

"Thomas, I love what you are doing now. It feels so good the way you are teasing me."

I was glad to hear she liked it. I did it a little more, then moved to something else as I knew it was best not to overdo.

Rebecca's pantings got deeper and deeper. When she was close to cumming, her pants became three quick Ha's in succession. She was panting that way now. I went back to wiggling my tongue in circles around her clit. She bounced her bottom up and down on the bed, making it hard to finish her. She thrashed her head back and forth on the bed with the bed sheets clinched in her hands. She arched her back and rocked her body back and forth as she quietly came. 

I pulled back, sat on my haunches, grabbed the small towel and wiped my face. As I climbed back up on the bed, Rebecca was hitching further up the bed to give me room. I slid the towel to keep it under her. When her head was close to the other edge of the bed, she opened her legs for me. I moved between them, grabbed my cock and moved it towards her pussy.

"Rebecca, guide him in," said Caitlin. "It lets him know that you want him to fuck you and it eliminates any awkward fumbling."

Rebecca reached down, wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly guided it to her pussy. My head entered her vagina and I slowly pushed into her as she moved her hand to her side. She was so small that she was wonderfully tight, much tighter than Caitlin. Even though she was fully lubricated, I had to go slow on the initial push.

Once I was all the way in her, I stopped. She gave me a big smile. Moonlight was flooding through the cabin window and I could see her plainly. She still had the gorgeous, elaborate braid. The tears were gone, replaced with a look of joy. She was so beautiful.

"I love you, Thomas."

"And I love you, Rebecca."

"Please make love to me."

I smiled back at her. I slowly pulled myself out. She was so tight, I always had to move slowly. Her tightness made my every movement in her intensely pleasurable. I slowly rocked back and forth. The pleasure had me quickly panting. Rebecca had her eyes closed and the sheets rumpled in her hands.

"Talk to him," said Caitlin. "Give him encouragement."

"What should I say?"

"Tell him how it feels to you."

"It feels wonderful, Thomas."

"Also, give him feedback. Tell him if you want him to go faster or slower. Move up higher or lower."

"Keep going slow, Thomas. You feel so big in me."

"That's it. Don't say it as a criticism. Criticizing during sex is a big turn off."

While they talked, my eyes wandered over Rebecca's body. She had a fantastic body, yet so different than Caitlin's. Hers was firm and compact without a hint of sag. Her skin seemed more supple with no wrinkles or blemishes. Her tits only jiggled as we fucked because I went slower with Rebecca, whereas Caitlin's tits I had made bounce.

"Mmmmmm...keep this up, Thomas. It's a good pace for me."

Both Rebecca and I were breathing hard now. I had thought I would last a long time as I had fucked Caitlin not long ago and I had fucked so much in the last few days, but fucking Rebecca while Caitlin rooted us on was a massive turn-on and felt like I was close to cumming.

"A little faster, Thomas," Rebecca panted out.

I rammed in and out of her a little faster. I couldn't pound Rebecca like I could Caitlin, but her tightness more than made up for that. To get a better angle, I moved a little further up on the bed. I felt her feet pulling me into her harder and harder. It felt so great fucking her again.

"You feel so good. So good, Thomas," Rebecca moaned.

"That's it," said Caitlin. "It shouldn't be a conversation, just occasional encouragement. You both look to be getting close."

I was close. Fucking Rebecca was such a delight. I was thrusting into Rebecca as fast I dared because of her tightness. She was thrashing her head back and forth. I felt the tingle in the balls that my cum would soon be on its way. Rebecca's pussy got even tighter as she arched her back and quietly came. I came right after her. I felt my cum blasting into her, shot after shot after shot. I couldn't believe I had that much cum left in me.

We slowed and stopped. I leaned down and kissed Rebecca. "I love you.".

"And I love you."

I pulled out of her and lay down on the bed. Rebecca hopped up, pulled on her panties, then got back in bed. Caitlin retrieved her night shirt and put it on. Rebecca lay down in her usual spot on my chest. I gave her a big hug.