7 comments/ 45378 views/ 22 favorites Troubled Waters: The Second Day By: fastandsloppy Authors Note: This story is a Brother-Sister Incest/Group Sex tale that also contains a wide variety of other flavors of sexual perversion. It is the second part of a three part story. I will post each installment about a week apart. All characters are at least eighteen and, like all my fiction, this story is fictional. Troubled Waters: The Second Day "What's wrong?" he asked. "Desiree is gone." "Who?" "The girl who cut that English creep. She's gone. They threw her overboard early this morning." The first, reflexive thought that jumped into Alex's mind was, it was just some whore. But with a nauseating flash of self awareness he realized that Lorelei would also fall into the category of "just some whore". He thought of Zdrokov's opinion that girls like his sister and Desiree were "disposable". Perhaps Desiree had a brother. Perhaps she had a child. Alex felt sick with self loathing at his thoughtless callousness. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I got one of the kitchen guys to tell me he saw them carry her out to the back rail at about four this morning. He said her legs were bound in thick chains. There was a scream and a splash. When they returned she wasn't with them." Alex wondered what Lorelei did to get that information from the "kitchen guy". He fought down his lurid jealousy. Why was he having such a hard time thinking of her with other men? It was like when she admitted to him she wasn't a virgin back when she was in high school, he had been plagued by unbidden images of her in the throws of passion, legs wrapped around a sweaty male torso, her young body penetrated over and over and over. "You need to be careful," was all he could think to say. "Well, no shit!" she said as she started crying again. He pulled her face to his chest as she shook with desperate sobbing gales of tears. As she slowly regained control of herself she began speaking through her diminishing sobs. "What the hell was I thinking? I'm so stupid. I never should have come on this goddamned cruise." "You needed the money. For Emma's medicine and doctors, remember?" "My regular clients paid me well enough for that. Do you want to know the real reason I agreed to come on this… this shit-sandwich boat ride? Because the thought of it made me horny, Alex. Because I knew we'd all be blood-tested and we wouldn't be using any goddamned condoms. Because I've got a thing for cum, like a fetish almost, and I thought it'd be a cool long weekend of bareback sex and getting drenched with semen. Sweet Jesus, my baby's gonna end up an orphan 'cause I'm a goddamn cum slut." To Alex it was like watching the news and seeing the president pull off a mask to reveal he was a pink, tentacle mouthed alien. He felt the façade of his world crumble away to reveal the true, horrible nature of things. "I… I don't know what to say to that." "Do you hate me?" "No Lorelei. I couldn't hate you, not ever. I told you I'd always be on your side. And liking sex isn't really particularly unusual. I'll admit it's hard to hear how much you like… um, certain aspects of sex, but we all have our kinks. For instance, I once had a lovely evening of oral sex with my beautiful sister; if you can believe that." She laughed at that. He'd always been able to make her laugh when she was down. The ability to make her do so now, when she was at her lowest, gave him a feeling of worth and purpose. He'd get her though this. Hell, there were only twenty four more hours to go before they were due back at the marina. They just had to keep their heads down and do whatever they had to do to run out the clock. She sniffed as she wiped off the last of her tears. "Look, I'd better get back to the barracks. We're supposed to get ready for the big party tonight. Can I use your bathroom to freshen up?" "Of course," he said and held the door open for her. He fidgeted as he waited and wondered what the "Big Party" would entail. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Alex opened it to find Irina. "I'm missing a whore, Mr. Barstow. Have you seen one called Lori? I believe you spent the night with her last night." "She's in the bathroom." "She was supposed to remain above decks and mingle with all the gentlemen." "Well, I thought about what Mr. Z said and decided to just take what I wanted from the slut. Did you know that tall skank just loves jizz? I sprayed quite a load on her face just now. She's cleaning up." "I see." "I guess I should've just kicked her out with that spunk hanging off her chin, but I didn't think of it until just now. I'm still getting used to treating women like shit." "Of course," she said. Alex thought he saw a shadow of disappointment descend behind her eyes. She stepped to the bathroom and rapped on the door. "Lori. Time to go." Lorelei stepped out looking cowed. "I'm sorry mistress. Mr. Barstow was very insistent. He wouldn't let go of my arm." She reached down to rub her wrist as if remembering the pain Alex had caused when he dragged her here against her will. "See you at dinner in an hour, Mr. Barstow," said Irina. She beckoned Lorelei to follow her as she turned to stride out. Lorelei turned to Alex and gave an exaggerated wink before following. Alex smiled at her and returned the wink. Then she was gone again. *** Dinner was a classy affair with many courses needing several different sizes of forks and piles of plates. They gathered in the great-room afterward and sipped ancient cognac from expensive crystal snifters: except for Mr. Ranjit who didn't drink and Mr. Thompson who was too full of opiates to drink safely. Once settled into their leather chairs, Zdrokov droned on and on about his grand plans for his pleasure resorts. Alex remembered Hal's theory that this whole cruise was just an elaborate ploy to build word of mouth among horny businessmen. Alex felt like he was stuck in a long, loooong commercial; albeit, a commercial with fucking. Zdrokov eventually got around to discussing the various sex games he had planned for his world-wide archipelago of bordello islands. "I think the secret to a good sex game is that there must be losers as well as winners. Without the chance to do better than your competitor, what is the point of playing, eh? However, the losers must also win enough to enjoy themselves. The balance is delicate." "Please be explaining that for me Mr. Zdrokov," said Ranjit. Since he wasn't drinking and, as a vegetarian, had skipped half the courses of the meal, he wasn't feeling the dull torpor of the rest of the group. Consequently, he seemed to be the only one actually paying attention to Zdrokov. "I'll do better than that, I'll show you. I have a game of chance arranged for this evening. Are you all keen to play?" Everyone was bored half to death by Zdrokov's lengthy monologs by this point so every one of them was more than eager to get back to fucking Zdrokov's rented harem. He rang a bell and Irina appeared. "Irina, I believe we are ready to begin the game," he said and she disappeared to fetch the girls from what Lorelei called "The Barracks". "The rules are simple, gentlemen," began Zdrokov. "On each round the ladies and the men draw cards. On the first round the two men with the lowest cards are grouped with the one woman with the highest. After they have entertained us with their manage-a-trois; for this is not a free-for-all gentlemen, we will wait our turns; we draw again for another grouping; again with two men and a woman. However, on the third round the man with the low card is grouped with the two women with the highest cards. Finally the remaining man is paired with the remaining women. So everyone gets a three-way, but luck determines who is grouped with who as well as who must share and who may feast." "Soun's like fuckin' bullocks t' me," slurred Thompson. "Dude, what does that even mean?" laughed Mayhill. "Bullocks?" "But Mr. Zdrokov, I am sorry to believe your math is erroneous," said Ranjit. "With six men and five women the final group will only be a pairing. Or will Desiree be joining us again?" "Sh' fuckin' bettah not," said Thompson, gesturing violently with a glass of cognac he had managed to coax from the waiter. About half a cup sloshed out to rain down on the carpet. "Ah, but that is my big surprise! The final pair will be joined by my lovely young companions, Yanna and Min," said Zdrokov, indicating his two slave girls sitting at his feet. They looked up at the group with blank, timid eyes. "So the winner enjoys three girls, hmm?" asked Nagano sitting forward with interest. "Eccellente!" cried Fermi as he smiled broadly and looked Yanna and Min over with sudden interest. All Alex could think was that it must be true that Desiree had been dropped overboard if Zdrokov was sharing his dead-eyed slave girls to round out the sex game. The men nattered excitedly until Irina arrived to parade the girls into the room. Unlike yesterday's gimmick, where they all wore the same style of lingerie in a spectrum of different colors, today their attire was a veritable grab-bag of styles; body stockings, bra and panty combos, teddies, baby-dolls and bustiers. Lorelei wore a turquoise see-through baby-doll that matched her eyes perfectly. She caught Alex looking at him and she gave him a secret smile with the merest narrowing of her playful eyes. As he watched her parade past, Alex wondered if he'd get thrown into a group with her. If that happened, they'd have to make love then; wouldn't they? With everybody watching how could they avoid it? It'd be for her safety of course. No sacrifice was too great to protect her. If they had to do it, then they had to do it; right? He awaited the first round of the game with reluctant excitement. The cards were drawn for the first group. Toru Nagano and Roger Mayhill got low cards and teamed up to double fuck Suzie. As the three-way got busy Alex and Lorelei spent the whole twenty minutes of the threesome's throbbing, thrusting exhibition stealing playful glances at each other. Alex wondered if Lorelei was hoping she'd get teamed up with him. But it was not to be. On the next drawing Lorelei pulled out a queen, high enough to beat the other girls, whereas Ranjit and Thompson both produced lowly fours. Alex swallowed hard when he realized Thompson would have another shot at Lorelei. He hoped the bastard toppled over again. Maybe he'd break his neck this time. He might, based on the glasses of cognac he'd put on top of whatever pain medication he seemed to be swallowing by the handful. Sure enough, Thompson was even more unsteady than he was that morning. He had to be helped onto a chaise by several of the girls who looked like they rather just push him down the stairs. But finally they had him laid flat so that he wasn't too uncomfortable and Lorelei dutifully bent over and took his wobbly cock in hand. With a nervous look back at Alex she parted her lips and lowered her face. Even though Thompson was barely cognizant, Alex's nerves buzzed with alarm as she took Thompson's dick into her mouth for the second time that day. "Suck't bish," said Thompson. Ranjit got behind Lorelei and began to run his fingers up, down and around her pussy. She let her thighs open and thrust her ass up to give him easier access and he took full advantage, penetrating her with his fingers while running his mouth up and down her ass; slurping loudly and pushing his tongue inside her. She groaned loudly with appreciation. He then let his robe drop off his body and released his monstrous cock; ten dusky inches of India's finest. He began by spanking her playfully across the ass with his long meat, then flailing it upward between her thighs to slap her noticeably wet pussy with his stiff and dangerous looking rod. By this time Thompson's cock was also fully erect and Alex could see thin rivulets of saliva running down his fat shaft and over his balls as Lorelei worked him further and further back into her mouth. But he just lay there, inert but for his attentive cock. Alex squirmed helplessly in his chair as Ranjit teasingly began poking the head of his penis into Lorelei's ready hole. He dipped it inside, just enough to wet the glans, then retrieved it to spank her with it once more. Whether her throaty moans were genuine or just the expected courtesy of a professional, Alex could not tell; but they sounded real enough. They sounded more real still when Ranjit finally decided to quit playing around and began to impale Lorelei with a firm steady push. She gasped and groaned as he worked it into her. As his furry brown belly met her smooth, pale ass, the crowd all murmured in approval that she had taken his punishing tool balls deep. He began ramming her long slow stabs as she cried out in pleasure around Thompson's rod. Then Ranjit began pushing his thumb into her ass in time with his quickening thrusts and she was twisting like a fish on a gig. "I wann t' fuck th' bish inna arse…" slurred out Thompson. Alex looked down. The sliver spoon he had been holding was bent into a "u" in his trembling hands. Ranjit pulled his glistening cock from Lorelei. It looked like it might just pull the short man over as it bobbed heavily in front of him. He kindly helped Lorelei climb atop Thompson's pelvis and lower her ass down onto his thick cock. She grimaced and gasped as she forced herself onto him, until, finally, she sat with his manhood fully within her tender channel. She had positioned herself facing away from his battered face and her legs were opened wide as she squatted onto Thompson's shaft. Alex's cock quickly went fully erect as he gazed upon her wide open, lust engorged labia. She quickly glanced over at Alex, but her eyes were wild. It shocked him to realize he almost did not recognize his kid sister behind that bestial glare. Ranjit stepped between her thighs and slowly pushed himself back inside. She gasped in pain as the two cocks filled her past the point of comfort. Her pink fingernails dug into Ranjit's brown back. He began moving inside her and she cried out as he warped her frame with his punishing friction, but as he thrust into her over and over, her cries changed to a key of pleasure and her legs wrapped around his body to urge him onward; faster and deeper, faster and deeper. Finally he was crying out too as he froze up, buried fully in her, his ass clenching as he flooded her womb with his milky seed. "Aw, Ranjit…dude. You jipped us on the money shot," chided Mayhill, his big teeth flashing a joking grin. Ranjit sank back and his long, slimy penis slithered from Lorelei followed by a small gush of semen. Her orgasm had obviously left her limbs shaky and her mind cloudy for she wobbled unsteadily as she struggled to regain the balance she needed to continue to ride Thompson's cock with her ass. She attempted to shift her weight but her weak legs and the slick leather of the chaise betrayed her and she slipped; instinctually throwing her left hand backward to catch herself. Unfortunately the heel of her palm hit Thompson in the abdomen and pressed down sharply on his belly full of cognac and pain pills and course after course of rich cuisine. He erupted like a volcano. A thick, multicolored fountain of foul, muddy liquid shot from his mouth and rained back on his surprised face. He inhaled sharply and rather too suddenly. Immediately he began shaking in violent, wracking coughs as he aspirated some of his bile. Desperate to clear his mouth, he pitched over to his side, but Lorelei, poor Lorelei, was still impaled on his prick and her sudden shift in balance had caused her body to clench tight so they were joined quite firmly as his attempted roll forced her right leg to slip off the leather surface of the chaise. She toppled off and pulled Thompson along by his prick onto the floor where they finally rolled apart. Lorelei climbed to her feet as Thompson lay on his side, wailing in pain while gasping and coughing violently through a red, contorted face covered with reeking chunks of his partially digested gourmet meal. The display was too much for Toru Nagano who rushed from the room looking pale and green. The girls all turned away and clasped their hands to their mouths, but how many did this to avoid nausea and how many did it to stifle back their laughter, Alex could not tell. Alex moved over to help Lorelei but a warning look from her caused him to back off. Zdrokov called two of the guards over to take Thompson back to the Nurse before turning to Lorelei and warning her with a scowl, "You must learn to be more careful Lori!" Irina darted in and grabbed Lorelei's ear. She pulled her from the room while growling that she was a "stupid, clumsy girl". Without thinking, Alex began to follow them, but the laughing face of Mayhill suddenly appeared before him, blocking his way. "Dude! Was that shit classic or what?" he said throwing an arm around his shoulder. "Oh man, what I wouldn't give to be able to post that on YouTube." "What do you think they'll do to Lorel… to Lori?" "I dunno. Maybe they'll give her to the crew like that black chick. I wonder what ever happened to her. We're starting to get a little low on whores around here the way Thompson goes through them." Alex was about to push Mayhill away and dash after Lorelei and Irina when Zdrokov called to him. "Mr. Barstow, please come over here and join Mr. Fermi in our last draw of the cards. Once again we must put the unfortunate Mr. Thompson from our minds and refocus on our attention on our pleasures." Casting another worried look toward the door behind the bar where Irina had dragged Lorelei Alex let himself be led to Zdrokov and the deck of cards he was holding up. She would be alright, he told himself. It wasn't like she had hurt Thompson on purpose. It was just a clumsy mistake, right? His thoughts racing, Alex almost didn't notice when he reached down to pull back a king and beat Mario Fermi's eight. He had won. It would be him and three girls. Then the girls drew their cards it was determined that black haired, blue eyed, Lucy would be joining the grey eyed blond, Yanna and the extremely short Asian, Min for his four-way. Alex watched distractedly as Mario fucked his girls. Busy looking for Lorelei's return he didn't notice when Mario had finished rather too quickly so he was surprised when Zdrokov was suddenly telling him it was his turn to perform. Roger Mayhill came over to pat him on the back and congratulate him on his luck. "Three girls dude. You're Hugh Fuckin' Hefner tonight, bro!" As Lucy, Yanna and Min congregated around him, Alex saw Lorelei return with Irina. He felt weightless with relief, but as he looked towards her he could see her face looked drawn and nervous. If only he could get over there and whisper a question: just one quick question so he could put his mind at ease and get down to business. But with all eyes on him there was no way he could sneak a conversation. The irony was not lost on Alex that the prospect of having sex with three women simultaneously currently seemed a bothersome inconvenience. Lucy strutted up next to him. Her voluptuous body was poured into a black fishnet body stocking that was interrupted at the hips by garter-like straps that allowed full access to her ass and pussy. She ground her bare pubis into his thigh as her hands encircled his body and ran up his tall frame. She pressed her face to his chest, looked up with devilish blue eyes through errant strands of her dark hair and purred, "I can see why Lori's been keeping you to herself. But after I'm done fucking you, you won't want any more of that lanky skanky spunk junkie." She and several of the girls laughed. Alex, looked up at Lorelei again but she blushed and looked away. He remembered Lorelei's tearful confession about her unsavory appetite; apparently it was not only true, it was overt enough so that she had a reputation among the other girls. To Alex, Lucy seemed suddenly irritating and unappealing. He wanted to shrug her off his body and twist away from her embrace, but the watching eyes surrounding him kept him in place. Troubled Waters: The Second Day Alex turned to Yanna and Min who stood with their arms limply at their sides and their heads pulled back into their shoulders. They were nude except for their omnipresent dog collars and they looked up at him with emotionless faces of dull resignation; prepared to be used; ready to just get it over with. Their bodies were thin almost to the point of emaciation, their skin pale and waxy. They seemed sad rather than alluring. Lucy had circled him to stand pressed against his back with her chin resting on his shoulder. She reached around to pull his cock from his robe and ran her hand up to the head. It responded with a twitch and began to grow firm again. As Lucy took his earlobe in her teeth she rasped at him, "I want to use you as a fuck puppet to nail these two little cunts." "Um. Yeah, OK, sure," said Alex. "Tell those two scrawny sluts to get on their knees," said Lucy in her throaty voice. "Um… get on your knees, sluts," said Alex mildly, not matching or feeling Lucy's snarling intensity. Despite his irritation towards Lucy, it was a relief that she was willing to take control of the situation because the idea of having sex with three women had always seemed so ridiculously far fetched that he had never even bothered to craft a masturbatory fantasy around the scenario. He had no ready plan about what to do with so much pussy. Besides, he was distracted by his constant attempts to catch Lorelei's eye as she hovered on the outer fringes of the group while sipping a white wine. When he did catch her eye she gave him a sad-eyed smile that both melted his heart and increased his concern. It was almost as an afterthought that he noticed Zdrokov's two slave girls were both licking and sucking on his cock and balls while Lucy kept her hand clamped firmly around the base. Lucy manipulated Alex like a naughty child with a life-sized doll; a cock-enabled Ken for her dead-eyed, half starved Barbies. She ravaged and abused the two timid stick figure girls with Alex's penis as if she'd long dreamt of what she'd like to do with a real prick of her own. She slapped them across their faces with his firm rod, rammed their mouths down onto his shaft until they gagged and coughed and bent the girls over so she could get behind Alex to guide his dick into their bony pelvises. She took turns; punishing one then the other; running down an itinerary of debasement. They whimpered and keened throughout like starved and abused puppies. Alex just let it all happen, feeling like a spectator for his own exhibition. He wanted to blow his load and get this show over with, but the watching crowd and his distraction kept his arousal on a slow boil. After many minutes Alec found himself on his back; Min on his cock facing his feet; Yanna licking up and down between his balls and Min's clit; Lucy behind it all spanking Yanna with loud, cupped palm smacks. Lucy had called for them to switch positions again when Alex cast another glace over towards Lorelei and saw her being led from the room by one of Zdrokov's security guys; the bald, beefy African who, at six foot six, was two inches taller than Alex but seemed taller. Lorelei darted a quit look at Alex with a nervous face. She looked away as the guard guided her out the door to the walkway outside. Alex felt his panic rise. The mental image of Lorelei bound with heavy chains as she was lifted up and dumped off the back of the boat flooded through is mind. He leapt up as Yanna was throwing a leg over him, knocking her over onto the floor. The crowd of watching salesmen and whores looked at him with surprise. He realized he had to finish his performance before he ran out of the room. To do less would arouse too much suspicion. Lucy was strutting over prepared to play with him some more, but Alex reached up around her head and grabbed her by the back of the neck. "I'm tired of your fucking around, bitch," he growled and pushed her down onto the divan. Rolling her onto her back and pulling her legs wide he commanded the bony girls to each hold an ankle. Looking terrified at his sudden change in tone they each grabbed a leg and held it to their chest. Kneeling down, Alex thrust himself into Lucy's gaping cunt with no preamble. She grunted out a surprised "Unggg" as he rammed her full of his big, rigid cock. His own aggressiveness surprised him. He wasn't the kind of man to throw the word "bitch" around or treat women like shit. But he had to finish this bullshit and check on Lorelei; there was no time for niceties. In every way Lucy was now no more to him than a cum dumpster. As he began roughly fucking Lucy with punishing jabs of his cock he looked up and noticed that Yanna and Min were both smiling devilishly at him as he battered their former tormentor's pussy. They pulled her legs wider and Min actually giggled quietly at Lucy's cry of pain as Alex thrust too deep with his rock-solid nine inches. But the abuse seemed to spark something in Lucy because in an instant she went from crying out in pain to climaxing with a banshee wail and a gush of feminine cum that ran down over his balls in milky cascade. Nearly to the brink of orgasm, Alex pulled his soaked cock from Lucy's clenching pussy and shot long streams of semen onto her heaving breasts and stomach as she gave a final gasp of pleasure. Without prompting, the two scrawny girls lowered their faces to suck the spent cum from her fish-netted torso. "Mr. Barstow, you are full of surprises!" exclaimed Zdrokov with a clap of his chubby hands, his face beaming in approval. "Awesome bro," said Roger Mayhill as he Alex strode past him with his dick still dripping thin strands of sperm. He left his high five hanging un-slapped as he headed for the door to the starboard walkway. He turned back to the room full of surprised faces. "I need to... um... to take a shit." said Alex, improvising lamely as he darted naked into the night. He turned left and right and peered down the dim walkways while he strained his ears for any sound. Silently he begged God to let his sister be safe as he trotted along in the nude and still reeking of sex. His head was full of evil visions of Lorelei tearfully begging for mercy as her nude body was wrapped in chains; of her being heaved off the back rail and splashing helplessly into the dark water; of her eyes and mouth bulging as she sunk deeper into the cold, crushing depths; of her final painful contortions as the briny sea flooded into her heaving lungs; of her lifeless body on the ocean floor as craps and worms approached for their greedy feast; all because he was too chickenshit to push Lucy and Yanna and Min away and rush to her aid when she need it. Please, he begged God, Please no. At a set of steep stairs that led up to the bridge deck he took a couple of steps up to peek along the upper walkway and that's where he found her. Lorelei was bent over a lifeboat; her legs spread wide while the huge security guard held onto her hips and thrust his cock into her to the rhythm of his stifled grunts. Such was his fevered stress that the relief Alex felt to find his sister being merely fucked by a huge black man was equal to what he felt in high school when Debbie Szwanski finally got her period a month after their rubber broke. He sighed copiously and gratefully. "Hey man, you wait your turn," said the guard in a voice so low it sounded as if it was projected from a cave. "It's cool man, I can wait." Lorelei turned her head around to look down at him with annoyance. Go away, she mouthed silently. "Um, I guess I'll just tag some other slut back at the party," he said meekly. "I don't care man, just shut up," said the guard. Alex turned and went back to the party with a singular desire for a double martini as the image of Lorelei getting nailed from behind played through his brain on an endless loop. "I saw they let that chick you've been hanging out with all weekend come back. Where is she?" asked Mayhill as Alex settled into his seat with his martini. Candi was sitting on Mayhill's lap, twirling locks of her pale red hair around one finger while chomping her gum audibly. "Oh... she's getting nailed outside by one of the security guys." "Well, whores will be whores, am I right?" "Yeah. I guess you are." "You should trade her for one of the other bitches. That's how I got Candi here for tonight." "Yeah," said Candi around her chewing gum. "Hey, you guys wanna double up on me?" she offered hopefully. "Naw, I already had to share a bitch with another dude tonight," he said to her. Then, turning to Alex, "I tell you bro, these bitches are all hot for you since you punched out that limey douche-bag. Candi here seems to be beggin' to get piece of Barstow, ain't'cha girl?" Candi just rolled her eyes. Lorelei came back alone. She got another glass of white wine and came over to sit at Alex's feet with her head resting on his knee. She wouldn't look at him so Alex just stroked her hair while Mayhill prattled on about his awesome standing in the west coast bathroom fixture sales community. Alex didn't hear a word of what he said. Eventually Fermi came over to ask in a tortured blend of Italian and English if Alex would be willing to trade sluts for the evening. "No thanks," Alex replied. "I still have some things I haven't tried with this one yet. She's a real firecracker in the sack despite being a little moody." Lori looked up at him with serious eyes, but her mouth twisted into a reluctant smile. "Do you want to go to bed?" he asked her. She nodded. He helped her up and they left hand in hand. *** Alex had a lot to say to her; a lot to ask her; but they didn't speak or look at each other as they walked back to his room. When they finally shut the door behind them she pulled him close for a long desperate hug. "Are you OK?" he asked. She didn't answer. "Did Irina hurt you?" "Don't worry about her," she said. "I found out she's not as horrible as she seems." "Yeah, but are you OK?" he asked. After a minute without a response he tried again, "What's wrong?" She looked up at him, her eyes were wet. "I was jealous," she said barely above a whisper. "What? Of me? With those…" "Yes," she exhaled with a voice full of embarrassment. "It's so fucked up. I'm not the jealous type, Lord knows I have no right to be, but I thought I was going to go fucking nuts watching you with those girls tonight." "I didn't know if you were angry or scared or what. Then I saw that guard leading you out of the room I was terrified. I thought of Desiree... of chains around your legs." "I'm sorry. I just couldn't watch you... When that black guy told me he knew a place where we could be alone… I jumped at it. Then he bends me over a lifeboat to fuck me from behind and you show up in the middle of it. Christ. This is the worst night ever." "It doesn't have to be. There still some night left to work with." She looked up at him. Her eyes were serious and searching. Her lips were parted, but just barely. "You want to take a shower?" he asked. She didn't answer. She didn't have to. Casting nervous looks at each other they stepped into the little bathroom to wedge themselves into the tiny shower. As the warm water began coursing over their close bodies and their soapy hands began to rove over their slick skin, their last bastions of reluctance fell away. Their lips met in hungry kisses. Their hands roamed to re-explore forbidden territories visited the previous night and now returned to with increased intensity. The confined space grew roomier as they crushed into each other; Alex pressing Lorelei's back to the wall with his body while she lifted her legs to push against the opposite side with her feet and climb slowly up his body. His cock grew erect again from the pressure and slow friction as it slid along her tight, slick abdomen and firm, velvety pubis. Finally his manhood bobbed free to stand at full attention, pointing up to his sister's most sacred passage like a divining rod to ultimate sin. He guided her down and they contacted, his fat glans slipping back along her slick crevice to the rim of her heavenly gates. He held her there, poised at the last step to the final taboo. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, although he knew the answer. She nodded vigorously, sending droplets of water scattering from her wet hair onto his face. Their eyes were locked in hungry stares as he let her slip another inch down the wall. She inhaled sharply at the feel of his penis, her brother's penis, spreading her wet and tender inner flesh. She took more and more of him into her until she had taken him all. They paused and kissed; alternating tender nips and licks with full, open-mouthed kisses. Then he began moving inside her in slow, long pulses; up and down; in and out; his body grinding into her clit as they pushed and clawed into each other; speeding up; pushing harder. Finally she couldn't find her breathe as her body buzzed with wet fire and she was panting and thrashing through an orgasm made so much more potent with the spice of transgression. He brought her to the bed, physically carrying her while still inside her, and sat with her in his lap, facing him, joined like pieces of a puzzle. She pushed him back to enjoy the view of him lying prone before her as she took her pleasure with slow gyrations on his stiff penis. His hands explored her body; mapping out every curve and crease. Then he was up again, his face between her mounds, his tongue tasting and teasing her, his teeth holding her nipples, pinching her flesh. She came again, so hard she saw stars swimming in the periphery of her vision as she cried out like a beast. She begged him to take control of her and he rolled her over without breaking the link between them. He moved above her slowly and gratefully, running in and out along his full length. He loved the feel of her damp depths surrounding him as he moved inside her. She threw her legs wider, willing him deeper, and his thrusts became more eager, more aggressive until he was slamming into her with wet slaps of skin on skin. He felt the coil of his desire being wound up to its limit within him and knew that soon he would have gone too far to back off. He knew he should stop or slow down, delay the inevitable, prolong the joy of the perfect fit of his own sister's body, but he was like an animal now and he drove forward. She began her deep-throated cries of pleasure again and he could feel her sex constrict around him and he knew they had run their course. Burying himself deeply and sagging onto her he let go of his flood and graced Lorelei with the pulsing gush of his forbidden essence. They lay together for a long time with his depleted manhood still resting inside her until finally it slid free. With a reluctant sigh he rolled away. She turned over to lie across him. Their warm, moist bodies resting together as she reached down to toy with his damp and floppy penis. "Well," he said. "That was fun." "This isn't something we'll never do or speak of again, is it?" she said with mock concern. "We should probably keep it out of normal conversation at Christmas dinner and whatnot, but I wouldn't mind a repeat." "How about now?" "I doubt I'd be able." She slid down his body with a playful look on her face. Moving to lay between his legs she brought his damp penis to her mouth and kissed it with a little flick of her tongue. He felt it move slightly. "Leave it to me, I'm a professional," she said with an arch of her eyebrow and slid his soft shaft fully into her mouth. She looked up at him through dilated pupils in eyes ablaze with wicked heat as she began moving her mouth along him while teasing him with her tongue. Although her hair was a wet, tangled mess; although her makeup was partially washed away; although her skin was flush and splotchy from her string of orgasms; Lorelei never looked as beautiful to him as she did right then. He felt his cock begin to grow. He could hardly wait to lose himself in her again. ============================= How do you like it so far? I sure would like to know and I would especially like to know why. We authors live for feedback and your suggestions make us better, so, please, leave a comment or send me an email. I respond enthusiastically to praise and courteously to criticism, so don't feel like you need to stay anonymous to point out problems or make suggestions. But if anonymous is your thing, that's fine too. 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