Day: April 26, 2021 (Page 2 of 2)

Empress of the World – Part 3
By
Caliboy1991

Orion

I felt enveloped in warmth when light from the sliding doors of our balcony played across my eyes and woke me. During the night I pushed the covers down to my stomach and my mind grappled with how warm I felt until I realized Jackie had flung her arm across my chest while sleeping. I hadn’t known she was an active sleeper. During the night, she had rolled over and now her body pressed against my side.

A light and feminine snore told me she was still asleep as I felt her bare leg against my own. She had teased me the day before when she was getting into the shower and even though Jackie’s my sister, I couldn’t help but be a bit curious about her. After all, I’m twelve, not eight or nine. I reached into my underwear and pushed my stiffy down before slowly shifting around to see my sister.

If I hadn’t needed to pee, my dick wouldn’t have twinged in pain when it got even harder at the sight of her white sports bra. I’ve separated my clothes from hers in the wash and knew the difference between padded bras, which Jackie liked when going out, versus the unpadded pullover bra she was sleeping in. There were two slight protrusions on her chest and at that moment I wished she had flashed me when she got out of the shower the previous night. I was powerfully curious about what her boobs looked like, especially the small nipples barely protruding from her breasts.

From there, I let my eyes trail down her torso to below her belly. The same pure white bedspread covering my underwear also covered hers. As I listened to Jackie’s rhythmic soft snores, I reached out and grabbed the bedspread and lifted it so I could see her panties. The light from the balcony was just right, and after lifting the covers a bit, my sister’s white panties came into view.

The sheer white fabric began maybe a half-dozen inches below her belly button. And the skin I could see was copper toned and silky smooth. I was smooth like that, but just because I was a bit behind the curve despite being tall for my age. My eyes roved across Jackie’s panties and as I lifted the bed covers higher, I saw the outline of what I thought of as puffy lips. My dick strained against my underwear as I realized I gazed upon Jackie’s sacred place. Even covered, it sang to my hormones.

Before I knew what I was doing, my left hand slid into my underwear and wrapped around my stiffy. I slid my fist up and down, letting the tingling feeling wash over me. My eyes were zeroed in on Jackie’s shielded pussy and I imagined what it would feel like to rub my hand over her bare skin. The fabric lay perfectly smooth against her flesh. Even my boyish and terribly inexperienced mind wondered if she shaved down there.

There was a shift in Jackie’s breathing, and I dropped the covers. But I couldn’t pull my hand away from my own stiffy, and I kept pulling on it even as my sister’s breathing became deep and regular. My other hand reached for the covers again, but paused before I could grab them. Jackie would kill me if she found me jacking off to her. Or at least make me wish I were dead.

But my dick ached and as experience over the past year had taught me, I knew what to do to satisfy that ache. Reluctantly, I slid away from my sister until I got to my feet and tiptoed to the bathroom where I pulled my underwear off, locked the door and turned on the shower.

I was so worked up that the shower’s hot water almost felt cool on my skin. I ran my fingers down my torso, for once enjoying how smooth my skin felt, almost like I was running my hands over Jackie’s smooth body. I grabbed my erection and closed my eyes against the intense tingling running from my dick through the rest of my body.

I added some bodywash to the experience, only intensifying the electrical shock rocking my body as I closed in on nirvana. Leaning against the shower wall, the tingling turned excruciatingly pleasurable as I slammed my eyes closed and felt my small balls constrict as my penis spasmed in my fist. A clear blast ejected, spattering against my chest. My dick kicked in my fist a few more times, as more clear goo ran over my knuckles.

Before I knew it, my ass was on the bottom of the tub as water sluiced cum from my hands and chest. I opened my eyes just in time to see a small bit of my watery semen disappear down the drain. Maybe this cruise was the best thing to ever happen to me. Even with one day down, there were over seventy more. As I climbed to my feet and starting washing my body in earnest, I hoped Jackie would loosen up and let me see her boobs and maybe even that delightful mystery between her legs.

***

Jackie

I awoke to the bathroom door opening. When I opened my eyes, I saw Orion coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I don’t really remember a time when Orion wasn’t part of my life. Sure, I’m over three years older than him, but who the hell remembers stuff from back then? Most of my waking memories of my kid brother are of him being an annoying kid brother. In that moment, though, I realized he was nearly as tall as me. By the end of the summer, he might even eclipse my own five-two. Still, his naked torso, even though it was well tanned, had no real definition. His pecs were flat. Even his nipples had hardly any definition to them, just two flat circles of slightly darker skin. Yet, as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes when Orion came around to his side of the bed, I couldn’t ignore him. Boy he might be. Brother he certainly was. But he was a male of our species, and I couldn’t help wondering about the rest of him under the towel.

He glanced at me, “Morning. You wanna go eat at the breakfast buffet then maybe go swimming?”

It wasn’t my eyes he’d looked at. That’s when I realized the bed spread covered me only to my waist. My chest was covered only by my sports bra’s flimsy fabric. The idea Orion might be as curious about me as I was about him hadn’t really registered until that moment. And it left me confused. After all, he is my brother and there are some things I knew I shouldn’t feel.

Still, I was hungry, and breakfast sounded great. “Yeah. That’d be cool.”

After rummaging through his luggage, he set a plain gray T-shirt and a pair of blue shorts on the bed. After a moment, he glanced my direction, “Um, you going to the bathroom?”

Even though I didn’t want them doing it, my lips curved upward as I realized he was waiting for me to leave him alone so he could get dressed. I don’t know what I was thinking of, but I said, “In a few. Don’t let me stop you.”

Orion’s cheeks turned crimson as he put his hands on his hips. “But you’d see me naked.”

I shocked myself when I replied, “So? We’re going to be sharing this little cabin for the next two months. Sooner or later, I’m going to walk in on you or you’re going to walk in on me naked.”

The wheels behind his eyes spun as Orion considered my words. Even though they were true, I still felt a little dirty as he played with the hem of the towel. Then he shrugged and tugged at the hem until the towel fell to the floor.

I wasn’t sure what to expect. He would be thirteen by Labor Day and I’ve been around enough boys over the past few years to know a lot of them were well into puberty by the time they’re Orion’s age. But his penis was little. There wasn’t even a hint of hair to be seen. I’ve been with several boys over the past few years. My first boyfriend was Colin. We were both twelve when we took each other’s virginity. And I still remember how full his five inches felt inside me as his patch of pubic hair rubbed against my nearly hairless mound.

There was a slow deliberateness in Orion’s movement to grab his underwear. Imagine my surprise as I watched his small stub of two inches grow to over four inches. My eyes were round as saucers. My little brother was quite the grower. As he slid his underwear on, even though his face was still beet red, he smirked at me without saying a word.

A moment later, he was dressed, and I was still lying in bed in nothing but my underwear. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. The last time I saw Orion naked had to be four or five years ago. Now, not only did I just see him naked, I saw him bone up. And for a boy his age, that little noddle turned into a respectable bit of wood.

Was I proud of him? Why the hell should I be? It’s not like I’m drawn to him. Fuck no! Still, when my stomach growled, I threw the covers back, letting him gaze on my panties. I knew I owed him, but I wasn’t ready to entirely return the favor. Not yet. I found my swimsuit laying on the counter in the bathroom and came back into the bedroom where I turned my back on Orion before sliding my panties down. I felt both dirty and a horny knowing that a twelve-year-old boy was staring at my bare ass. Not just any twelve-year-old boy. But my brother!

Once I pulled up my bikini bottoms, my horniness needed an outlet and even though I knew it was wrong, I faced Orion and I pulled my sports bra off.

His eyes bugged out as he stared at my chest. I’ve never been very proud of my tits. First, I was a late bloomer. When Colin and I fucked, my tits were no bigger than mosquito bites. And even now, four years later, they filled out an a-cup, barely. But at that moment, as my brother’s hand reached down and adjusted his shorts, I’d never felt prouder of my tits.

I came to my senses when I realized I’d let Orion stare at me for at least ten seconds. I grabbed my bikini top and, in a moment, tied it on. A few moments more and I’d put on a pair of pink shorts and a yellow tank-top. “Alright, now we’re even. Okay? Let’s go to the buffet.”

You’d think the first full sea-day would have the buffet packed, but there probably weren’t a hundred people in the buffet court. It was easy for me and Orion to get our food and drinks and find a spot next to the window facing the front of the ship.

I wasn’t to the point of forgiving mom completely for dragging me along on this cruise, but the view of the ocean was breathtaking as I looked across Pacific’s wide expanse, chewing on my bagel. For a view like that, I could forgive quite a lot.

“Is this seat taken?”

The familiar voice startled me from my reverie. I jerked my view away from the view. Jake, gorgeous blond Jake, stood at the end of the table with a platter full of food. His smile warmed my insides as I stammered, “Uh, n-no.”

When he sat down, Jake extended his hand to Orion, “Sup, dude? I’m Jake.”

My brother swallowed a mouthful of bacon. Hesitantly, he shook Jake’s hand, “Um, Orion. You’re one of the guys at the hot tub yesterday?”

My body tingled to have this young man sitting next to me. Before biting into his own piece of bacon, Jake said, “Yup. One of the guys. So, what’s it like being this one’s brother?”

The warmth that had been spreading through me suddenly turned to ice. I hadn’t told Orion about my little white lie. After all, what’s the big deal about adding a couple of years to my age? I didn’t dare try to give my brother a warning glance. All I could do is hope he didn’t say anything stupid.

Orion shrugged, “You have any sisters?”

Jake shook his head as he chewed his food.

“You’re lucky. She hogs the bathroom, uses up all the hot water and wants to control the remote control.” Orion looked over at me and winked before continuing, “Other than that, she’s alright.”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hit Orion or kiss him. I guess he was right about me, but what good was it to be the oldest if there weren’t some benefits? It’s not like a twelve-year-old boy needs more than a few minutes in the bathroom or that much hot water.

Between bites, Jake nodded, “Sounds like my mom.”

Orion glanced my way, “I’m going swimming. See you later.”

Once my brother left, I leaned over and said, “What are you doing today?”

***

Orion

If that Jake fellow hadn’t come over, I wouldn’t have minded hanging out with Jackie for a bit that morning. After all, she’d just flashed me her titties, and I was happily replaying that image in my mind while we ate breakfast.

When she pulled her sports bra off, I got my first bona fide look at a girl’s boobs. After all, the stuff on the internet doesn’t count. Compared to the huge jugs I’d seen online, Jackie’s boobs were small. Instead of boob tissue hanging down where her tits swelled from her chest, hers gently curved away from her body until they came to two small points. Her nipples might have been the size of the eraser on a number two pencil. The areolas surrounding those two little protrusions of flesh were between a nickel and a quarter in size.

I had spent most of breakfast wondering how long before I would get to see the rest of her. After all, sharing the same bed every night for two months, I was realizing anything might happen. After all, here we were only on the second day of our cruise, and damned if she hadn’t already seen my dick.

I had been hard, poking against my swimsuit, when Jake showed up. My stiffy died pretty quickly after that, and I decided I’d rather go swimming than watch him hit on my sister. I wasn’t sure why I felt conflicted as I walked away. But by the time I reached the Lido pool, I forgot about it. The sun was warm against my skin and I could hardly wait to grab a towel from an available stack and get in the water.

“That deck chair next to you taken?”

I spun around, surprised, until I saw Gavin approach. He had a small backpack slung over one shoulder and a towel over the other.

Seeing a familiar face, even one I had only met the day before, felt good. I didn’t know why he wanted to hang around with me, considering he was a couple of years older, but I had enjoyed his and Nathan’s company.

I waved him over, “This deck chair?” I asked, pointing to the one next to mine. “Yeah, it’s taken. I’m saving it for my buddy, Gavin.”

Gavin dropped his towel on the deck chair. “Good, then I know he won’t mind.”

I pulled my shirt off, dropped it to the deck and pushed it under my deck chair with my foot, “Where’s Nathan? I thought he was your shadow.”

Already shirtless and wearing the same red speedos from yesterday, Gavin grinned, “You won’t see that boy before noon. That’s fine by me. More sun and fun for me.”

He rummaged around in his backpack and pulled out a tube of sunscreen. He glanced over at me, facing growing pensive, “Um, Orion, do you mind putting this on my back? Until I tan up, I burn easily.”

I took the offered tube. When we went swimming last summer, Mom, Jackie, and I would take turns smearing this stuff on each other’s backs. I couldn’t have told you why, but I wanted Gavin to like me. Back in school, having an older friend gave you street cred with other students and made it less likely you’d be picked on. I had no idea if the same would hold true in the Teen Center. But if it was, I really wanted Gavin as a friend.

We both sat down on the edge of his deck chair as he offered me his back. His shoulders were slightly red from the day before. I started there, smearing the white goop into his shoulders.

Gavin let his head fall forward, and I worked my fingers over his neck. Then I got some more of the sunblock from the tube and worked my way down his back, starting along his spine and working outward until I got to his lower back.

His speedos were low on his back, just barely above his butt. I stopped just above where the hem of my own swimsuit started. I pursed my lips as I stared at the red fabric that hid his white bubble butt. After a moment, Gavin said, “Can you get the rest? Then I’ll put some on your back, okay?”

My belly fluttered as I rubbed more of the sunscreen along his lower back. That fluttering turned into somersaults in my stomach as my fingers brushed against his speedos. Eventually he said, “Thanks. My turn.”

When I turned away from him, I felt his hands start along my shoulder blades. I lowered my chin to my chest so he could get my neck. And that’s when I saw my dick was tenting in my swimsuit. I knew my face had to be deep red. Why the hell had my dick chosen that time to get hard? It couldn’t have been because I was touching Gavin just above his butt. That just wasn’t possible. Was it?

Gavin massaged the sunblock into my neck and then kneaded my shoulder blades. As he worked his way down my back, he said, “Give it a couple of weeks, and we won’t need any sunblock. Although between you and me, you’re pretty good at putting sunscreen on.”

My dick was still pushing against my swimsuit. Gavin was great at applying it, and his fingers were delightful on my back. I murmured, “Used to do it for my mom and sister last year.”

Eventually, his fingers touched the hem of my shorts, telling me he was done. With people filling up the chairs around the pool, we finished smearing the sunscreen on our own bodies and then made a bee-line for the pool. As I hurried after Gavin, I was glad everything had returned to normal in my swimsuit by the time I finished putting sunscreen on my chest and legs.

The water was cool, but felt great as the mid-morning sun gently warmed us. We’d gotten into a splashing game with some younger kids. That turned into a dunking game, free-for-all. Gavin had just picked up and tossed a girl into the water when I came up behind him and jumped on his back, propelling him under.

He had to outweigh me by at least thirty pounds. When he twisted around and grabbed my shoulders, I couldn’t get away as he pulled me under. As I sank under the surface, Gavin twisted around until he was behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and dragged me to the floor of the pool. My butt had barely touched the bottom when he loosened his arms. That’s when his hand brushed against my crotch. I felt his fingers as they bumped into my dick. When I broke the surface, he was grinning at me.

Before I could think of anything to say, he was on me again. This time, he leapt into the air and landed on me, driving me below the water again. When he grabbed me this time, his arms were lower, wrapped around my swimsuit. His hands came together on top of my crotch. I could feel his closed hands against my dick. I struggled against the way he was holding me. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel me get an erection. That would be humiliating. I was certain he would hate me for that.

Maybe I was stronger than I thought. I broke loose and swam to the surface before my body could betray me. Gavin surfaced after me and spat a stream of pool water into the space between us. Part of me wanted to call him out on where his hands had gone. But if I had, I might have lost the only friend I had made so far. I let it go as we continued to grapple and wrestle in the pool.

Eventually the pool got crowded, and we decided we’d had enough.  It was pushing noon when we grabbed some pizza from the Pizza Station next to the bar. While we were eating, waiters meandered through the sea of deck chairs. I had to sign a slip that billed my soda against our room tab, while Gavin just waved his watch in front of a tablet.

While waiting for our drinks, I said, “How’s that work? You just waved your watch.”

After gulping down a bite of pizza, Gavin said, “Drink package. We bought the drink package before the cruise. Mom and Dad can get fucked up drunk on theirs and I can drink as many cokes as I want.”

I made a note to ask Jackie about it next time I saw her.

The Lido deck eventually got too crowded for us and Gavin said, “You wanna go hang out in the Teen Center?”

A baby’s sharp cry pierced the air before I could say, “Hell yes.”

We turned in our towels before he grabbed my arm, “I need to change into something other than my swimsuit. You wanna see my cabin? Maybe Nathan’s awake by now.”

Once dry, my swimsuit looked no different from a pair of shorts. But Gavin’s tiny red speedos weren’t allowed anywhere but the pool deck. I shrugged, “Sure.”

We rode the elevator down to deck nine. When we got off, we headed down the hall in the opposite direction of our cabin. I liked the idea of Gavin staying on the same deck as me. We’d gone most of the way down the hallway when he stopped and opened a door.

Our cabin was bigger than his, even though both of them had balconies. Aside from a couch in ours, the biggest differences were the twin beds along one wall and a door against the other. Gavin nodded toward it, “Mom and Dad. They’re doing a spa treatment this afternoon.”

Gavin sat on the bed closest to the balcony, “Nathan’s got the other bed. His parents are a few doors down next to a cabin both our grandmas share.”

Nodding, I leaned against the wall, “Sounds like you and Nathan are really good friends.”

A mischievous look passed over Gavin’s face before he flashed a toothy grin, “Yeah. We’re closer than brothers. When he came out to his parents a few months ago, I was right there by his side.”

I felt my eyebrows arch, “Nathan’s gay?”

Gavin nodded, “Not that you’d know it. But yeah.”

Jackie had a couple of gay friends, but I didn’t know of anyone in my junior high who was gay. Not that boys in my class didn’t fool around with each other sometimes. But that’s not the same thing. While it’s true that me and my best friend, Clint had been fooling around a bit over the past year, we saw what we did as just fooling around and experimenting. Of course, we hadn’t done that much. All we had done was stand toe to toe and put our dicks against one another. You know, to see whose was bigger. Well, and watched each other jack off. And then jacked each other off some. But that was all. Well, except for the time when we dared each other to suck the other one off. I was the luckier of the two. When Clint came in my mouth, he was still firing blanks. When I came in his mouth, he nearly choked on a little watery cum. But that was all. There wasn’t anything gay about it. I swear.

Gavin telling me about Nathan made me think back to when we were swimming and horsing around. Even though he hadn’t grabbed me, his hand had touched my dick. I couldn’t help wondering if maybe Nathan wasn’t the only one who was gay.

I knew before I opened my mouth, I shouldn’t say anything. After all, it wasn’t my place. Still, my voice nearly faltered, “Um, what… what about you?”

Gavin looked down at the carpeted floor and bit at his lips before he glanced up at me. “Maybe. I’m still trying to figure out what I like. Does that bother you?”

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The perfection of Jackie’s boobs filled my mind, only to be replaced by my excitement when Clint and I had fooled around. I knew my feelings about my sister were wrong. But she was the only girl I knew well, and thinking about seeing more of her made me feel all tingly inside. But standing there looking at Gavin, I realized I had enjoyed fooling around with Clint. Perhaps it wasn’t the same as what I felt thinking about Jackie, but I wasn’t sure if I could say no if Gavin asked.

I slowly shook my head. His vulnerability touched me. He had shared something deeply personal with me, and I felt emboldened. “I worried about not finding any friends my age on the cruise. Worried the teens on the cruise would have their own cliques and that I would be left out. Kind of like school is for me. After meeting you yesterday, I was really hoping we could be friends, Gavin.”

Gavin stood and crossed the room until he stood in front of me. He stood a couple of inches taller than me, but the way he stood, our eyes were almost on the level with one another. I had to strain to hear his voice, “Even if I were gay?”

With him standing only inches in front of me, I realized Gavin really liked me. I thought back to the time Clint and I fooled around; I didn’t know if I would feel the same way about this fourteen-year-old boy. Especially when I considered my own thoughts for my sixteen-year-old sister. Still, the look from Gavin sent a tingle down my spine as I nodded, “Yeah. Even if you happened to be gay.”

He moved closer. His head was only a few inches from mine, “What if I liked you like that?”

My stomach fluttered as I pushed the image of my bare-chested sister from my mind and gave a nearly imperceptible nod.

He leaned in and kissed me. His lips were warm and moist, tasting of pepperoni pizza. He lingered for a few seconds before pulling back a couple of inches. “Even like that?”

My body was a flood of emotions. As soon as Gavin’s lips touched mine, somewhere in the back of my mind, I imagined what it would feel like to kiss my sister. But most of me felt an electrical shock travel down my body, from my mouth to my neck; from my neck down my spine; from my spine to the tip of the erection straining against my swimsuit.

I strongly doubted I was gay. The thing was, I liked Gavin a lot, even though we had just met. And I wanted to hang out with him, even if he liked me like that. After all, if me and Clint could be best friends back in Austin and fool around a bit, why couldn’t Gavin be my best friend on the cruise? It wouldn’t make me gay to fool around with him.

I didn’t know how to show him I wanted his friendship as much as he wanted mine. But I knew I needed to let him know I liked him back. What I did surprised me. I leaned forward and kissed Gavin back. I had never kissed anyone before. Except for Mom; and she doesn’t count. I had no idea what I was doing, only that I wanted this boy to know I was okay with the way he liked me.

Gavin put his hands on both sides of my face as his lips responded to me. When the kiss ended, he whispered, “Holy fuck, Orion. That was incredible.”

His hands moved to my shoulders, “Do you like me like that, too?”

The prospect of Gavin’s friendship meant too much to me to be caught in a lie. I shrugged. “I don’t know. I know I like you and really hope you’ll be my friend. I think you’re the coolest person I’ve met since getting on this ship.”

Gavin gave me a small smile, “Even though I think you’re sexy?”

I nodded.

He leaned in until his lips were nearly touching mine, “Even though I want to kiss you again?”

When I nodded, his lips brushed against mine as his hands moved down until he slipped them around my waist. When our bodies touched, the first thing I realized is that we were both erect. I couldn’t see his speedo, but I could feel his erection touch my own.

When the kiss ended, Gavin continued to hold me. “Even though I’d like to do stuff with you?”

My lips tingled from the kiss. I nodded, “Yeah. Me and my best friend back home, we sometimes do, um, you know, sexy stuff with one another.”

Gavin let go of the hug and ran a hand between us. Unlike before, when his hand brushed my dick in the pool, this time, he took hold of me through the fabric of my swimsuit, “Stuff like this?”

I nodded, “Yeah.”

He took me by the hand and pulled me toward his bed. He sat on the edge and looked up at me with an enormous smile. Then he took my shorts off and tossed them toward the floor.

My four and a quarter inches pointed toward the ceiling. I felt inadequate compared to Gavin. He was so much bigger, more developed than me. Now that he had seen me, I worried he would push me away and not want me anymore; that I wasn’t enough.

His eyes were round as he swore, “Oh, shit, Orion. You’re fucking beautiful.”

Standing there naked before Gavin, I was shocked at his response. Then he surprised me even more. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around my dick and said, “What about stuff like this?”

I couldn’t help but smile at his praise as I said, “Yeah.”

I nearly passed out when he leaned forward and kissed my erection. Then he stuck his tongue out and swirled it around my mushroom shaped head before taking me all the way inside his mouth. His tongue never rested as it ran up and down my stiffy. After a few seconds, he pulled back, his saliva glistening on my four inches, “What about stuff like this?”

Clint had never sucked me like that. I drew in a deep breath as I nodded, “Yeah.”

Gavin smiled and said, “This is going to be an awesome summer, Orion. I’m so glad we met.”

His watch beeped, and he glanced down at it. “Oh, fuck. That’s Nathan. He’s in the Teen Center wondering where I’m at. You want to head over there with me?”

“Sure,” I said as I reached for my swimsuit.

Gavin stopped me, “Just a sec. We don’t have to race out. Do you want to help me with my speedo?”

When I nodded, Gavin stood up and pushed his hips forward. With my dick still standing at attention, I reached out and took the narrow hem of his swimsuit and pulled them below his knees. I gasped as a small patch of dark blond hair appeared, followed a moment later by his dick. When it popped into view, he was sticking straight out; at a bit more than a ninety-degree angle. Gavin was fourteen, and he looked it. His penis was easily five inches long and at least an inch thick. At the base of his erection was a small patch of blond hair.  My eyes were so close, I could see his pubes weren’t thick, but actually kind of sparse, as they went from curly to silky straight as they spread away from his penis. I was so envious.

Gavin took me by the shoulders and moved us around until he pushed me onto the bed, “Your best friend back home, did you ever jack him off?”

I could see the game he wanted to play. I grinned as I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his stiffy. His boner was a lot thicker than mine. Still, my fingers reached all the way around. He was, I had to admit, a lot bigger than Clint. But at least two years separated Clint from Gavin.

Slowly, I slid my fist back and forth along his dick. Even though I still had visions of Jackie’s boobs dancing around in my head, I enjoyed the feel of Gavin’s erection in my hand.

After doing that for a few seconds, I stopped and said, “You’re a lot bigger than me.”

The fourteen-year-old just smiled at me, “I bet by the end of the summer, you’ll be almost as big. Have you ever sucked your friend’s cock?”

I nodded as he moved closer to me. Clint was smaller than me. Less than four inches, and hardly any thicker than a pencil. Gavin was nearly the size of one of those dry erase markers. Not the skinny ones, but the thicker ones. That didn’t stop me from moving forward until my lips touched his flared head. I stuck out my tongue and touched his piss slit. It tasted like skin and chlorine. I opened my mouth and took his head in, letting my lips rest along his circumcision scar. He filled the front part of my mouth, but not too much. I could still lick at him.

Gavin took all of me into his mouth, so I moved forward, opening my mouth wide enough to take another few inches before my throat spasmed and I tried to gag. I pulled back until I felt the underside of his helmeted head. I sucked on him for a few more seconds before I pulled back.

Gavin had closed his eyes and as I looked up, I said, “How was that?”

“Really nice. Maybe when we have some more time, we can go back to one of our cabins and hang out some more.”

Copyright 2021 – Caliboy1991
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Empress of the World – Part 2
By
Caliboy1991

 Jackie

“Where’d you say you went to school?”

I hadn’t told the beefcake anything about myself. Not yet, anyway. But as I drank in his gaze, I was tempted to spin a story. And why not? Hiss wavy brown hair and emerald eyes were enough to make me weak at the knees. Even the barbed wire tattoo wrapped around his arm made him more alluring.

Jake was way more alluring than his friend. When I smelled the familiar hint of weed on Allen, I lost interest in him pretty fast. I knew Jake probably liked his weed too, but he was smart enough that he didn’t reek of it.

I considered lying about where I went to school. Jake obviously thought I went to college somewhere. What difference would a little lie make? I’d watched my mom’s relationship with Orion’s dad fall apart from a series of lies.

Thinking of my brother, I turned and saw him sitting on the side of the pool with another boy. He looked a bit older than Orion. Maybe fourteen. But he was hot, wearing nothing but a form fitting red speedo. I like guys with short, styled hair and the boy’s long, golden locks were a bit of a turnoff. But only a bit. Take Jake, his hair was spiked, with the tips frosted almost a grayish blond.

Or, I realized with a shock, Orion’s. My brother’s light brown hair was short. He didn’t spike it, but combed it to one side. But it was short enough on top that it was naturally spikey. That’s when I noticed Orion’s shoulders were slightly wider than his narrow hips. That was new. Last year, he was all skin and bones. But now…

I shut the thought away. I flashed Jake a wide smile, “I’m at the University of Texas. Well, I will be in the fall. What about you?”

“UCLA. Well, for another year. Then, it’s on to the cold harsh reality of the job market.”

Hearing Jake talk about the job market, I realized maybe I was lucky having this summer to enjoy myself. I wasn’t willing to forgive my mom, not yet. But as I listened to Jake, I felt a lot better about being on this cruise.

After a bit, Jake stood and said, “It was nice visiting with you. I’m just about boiled. Me and Allen are meeting up with our folks for dinner. Later tonight there’s a bar on deck seven. Maybe we’ll see you then.”

Once they left, I realized I was hot. And most of it wasn’t from talking with Jake, although there was a bit of that. My skin felt cool against the Southern California breeze as I climbed out. I made a note to myself to not stay in the hot tub for over thirty minutes at a time.

Orion was back in the pool when I came to collect him. The ship had let loose with an ear-splitting blast. That was the signal that the ship was about to leave port. It also meant we were only a couple of hours away from needing to meet Mom and Max for dinner. Mom had put her foot down and the first night at sea would be with the entire family.

When Orion swam over to the side, I raised my voice to be heard over a ship’s announcement, “Hey, you want to watch the ship leave out?”

He nodded, “Yeah. Sure.”

He used his arms to push himself out of the pool. Water sluiced off his swimming suit, which clung to his hips in ways that reminded me a bit of Jake climbing out of the hot tub. I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering where in the hell were these thoughts coming from about my brother. When I opened them again, Orion was getting to his feet. As his hands brushed the fabric of his suit down, I swear I think he was smoothing out an erection. What the fuck?

I turned and hurried over to the lounge chair where we’d dropped our towels. I wrapped one around my torso and tossed him the other one.  A few moments later, we leaned against a railing as the Empress of the World slowly slid away from the dockside. Feeling the slight rumble of the ship’s engines under my feet reminded me that this was it. For better or worse, my next two months would be on board this ship. I wasn’t sure I was willing to let Mom forget that she’d ruined my summer, but thinking about Jake and that kid I’d seen Orion talking to, maybe this summer wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Orion and I watched until the dockside fell far behind. I chanced a look at my phone. “Oh, shit. We’re supposed to meet Mom and Max in an hour.”

We hurried back to our cabin on deck nine, where I headed directly into the bathroom. While I looked forward to enjoying the bath that our mini-suite provided. This wasn’t the evening for that. I stood in the shower, letting the water cascade over me. Thoughts of Jake and that boy Orion had been with crept into my thoughts and before long, it wasn’t only the water making me wet down there. Even though we had little time, my fingers worked their way down my stomach and across my shaved pubic mound until my index finger slid beneath my clitoral hood.

I leaned against the side of the shower as my body tingled at my touch. My other hand moved away from my small breasts and joined in pleasuring me; one hand rubbing and massaging my clit, the other’s fingers shoved up my pussy, until my knees buckled and I fell to the floor of the shower.

I was still trying to clear my head when there was a loud knock at the bathroom door, “Jackie! You okay? What was that noise?”

My pussy clenched the two fingers buried to the hilt while my other hand rested against the wall. My body shook as another orgasm hit me.

The door shook, but I had locked it when I came in. Still collapsed on the bottom of the tub, I managed to call out, “I’m fine, Orion. I dropped a bar of soap.”

My brother’s voice was still boyishly high, “Alright. You almost done?”

On their own volition, my fingers were moving in and out of my pussy as I felt myself about to give way to another orgasmic wave. I stopped moving my fingers long enough to call out, “All-almost. Just a few minutes more.”

I closed my eyes, thinking about the teenage boy I’d seen talking with Orion earlier. The way the speedo stretched over his body was enough to bring me to another orgasm, helped along by my busy fingers. Then, clenching my eyes, my mind grabbed onto another image. Orion was climbing out of the pool, his swimsuit clinging suggestively to his thin frame. But in his front, a protrusion confirmed a boyish erection.

I came again, and this time I pulled my fingers from between my legs. Oh, fuck. I’d done it again. What the hell is wrong with me for my thoughts to return to my little brother?

I turned off the water and climbed out of the shower. I dried myself off before realizing I’d left my clothes in the room. Before I realized what I was doing, I smirked and wrapped the bath towel around my torso. I looked in the mirror. At least all my parts were hidden as I unlocked the door and stepped back into our cabin.

While I had been in the shower, our luggage had arrived and now my bags were at the foot of the bed. My brother had already changed into a pair of khaki slacks and a knitted collared shirt. And as I came over to my bags, I felt his eyes on me. I nearly yelled at him to stop perving me, but before I could open my mouth, my thoughts returned to that moment in the shower when I came to an image of his erection hidden only by the thin, wet fabric of his swimsuit.

I found one of my nicer blouses and a matching skirt and set them on the bed. In a different bag I found a matching pair of pink panties and bra. Then I looked up and watched Orion’s face turn scarlet as we locked eyes. I scooped up my clothes and hurried back to the bathroom. I paused at the door long enough to look back at him and wink, “You wish, perv.”

***

Orion

Jackie and I met Mom and Max outside the dining room a few minutes before eight. Mom looked radiant; her face was aglow as we stepped into the opulent dining room. I figured she had been in the spa, working hard to spend some of that onboard credit. Who was I to begrudge her? I had my own plans on my part of our onboard credit. On our way down to the dining room, we had passed a store that sold expensive chocolates.

The dining room was enormous, with seating for hundreds of passengers. But they amazed me at the speed with which the wait staff took newly arrived guests to their assigned tables. Our waiter, a young man from the Philippines, whisked us to a table for four, where he held out the chairs for Mom and Jackie before deftly depositing menus into each of our hands.

My heart sank as I looked over the menu. I scanned it and saw nothing that looked like a hamburger or fries. Most of the items sounded foreign. Before Max came along and swept Mom off her feet, I’d never eaten at any place nicer than an Applebee’s. Even over the past year, whenever Max took the family out, we hadn’t gone to places with unfamiliar things on the menu.

I glanced around the table. Mom’s eyebrows were knitted together in concentration while Jackie wore a surprised look. It would be just like her to know what some of those items were. Finally, I leaned across the table and asked Max, “What do you think I’d like? I don’t know what most of the menu items are.”

Max’s lips turned up at the corners, “Can’t find the hamburgers?”

I felt a smile tug at my lips too as I shook my head.

My mom’s fiancé said, “Any dinner you eat in the dining room will typically have four courses. An appetizer, soup or salad, then an entrée, and then your favorite part, dessert. Why don’t you try to tiger shrimp for your appetizer and a Caesar salad for your salad? You can’t go wrong with those.”

Then he glanced back at his menu before adding, “Do you like steaks? They have a New York Strip.”

What red-blooded Texas boy doesn’t like steaks? I nodded at that.

“See, that wasn’t too hard, was it?” Max asked.

When the waiter came and took our order, after I had asked for the steak, he asked, “How would you like that cooked?”

I had no idea there were choices in how they could fix your steak. The few times Mom had grilled steaks on the grill, we took it however they turned out. I shot Max another look, and he came to my rescue again. “Why don’t you try it medium rare? It’s easier to cook a steak a bit more than to undo an overcooked one.”

That was one of the best meals I’d eaten in all my twelve years. Before the cruise, my idea of fine dining was the Olive Garden.

It was pushing ten by the time dinner was over. We had taken Amtrak from Austin to Los Angeles, so at least I wasn’t suffering from jetlag, but it had been a long day and I was ready to find out if the bed was as comfortable as Jackie had said.

Mom stopped me and Jackie just outside the dining room and gave us both hugs, “If you two need me for anything, don’t hesitate to let me know. Don’t stay up too late. There’ll be plenty of time to discover things.”

By the time Jackie and I got back to the room, I was barely keeping my eyes open. I brushed my teeth and then pulled my shirt and pants off, letting them fall where they may on the floor, before crawling under the covers.

The last thing I recall before falling asleep on that first night was an indignant Jackie, “What the fuck? You can’t just sleep in your underwear.”

***

Jackie

I was still feeling stuffed after dinner when we got back to our cabin. My thoughts ran to Jake. He had mentioned that he was going to be in one of the bars down on deck seven. And it was tempting to leave Orion in the cabin while I went out for my own fun. Before I could decide what to do, my little brother had brushed and then stripped down to his underwear before crawling under the covers.

Some boys wear colorful boxers, others wear those boxer-brief combos with long form-fitting legs. Not Orion. Mom’s idea of underwear for us kids is Hanes or Fruit of the Loom. Tighty whities for my brother and white cotton panties for me. I’d been spending my allowance on prettier things the last couple of years. But as I saw him in his form fitting white briefs, it was clear Orion’s priorities were different.

I was a bit miffed when he didn’t respond to my reasoned complaint that he couldn’t wear just his underwear to bed. The least he could have done is put on a pair of shorts or pajama bottoms. But he was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

His soft snores made it easier to decide what to do. A moment later, the cabin door closed behind me and I headed toward the elevators.

The stores on deck seven were closed, but the bar was open. This wasn’t like some kind of seedy bar filled with smoke, like what I imaged all bars are supposed to look like. No, this bar was different. There were thick, comfortable chairs set up in sets of four that surrounded a grand piano. Some guy was playing and singing a Garth Brooks song while the people closest sang along. There were even a couple of families sitting in the bar area. I guess I didn’t have to worry about being ID’d here.

I found Jake and his pothead friend, Allen, sitting in a couple of chairs. Across from them was a girl who looked to be with them. A half-dozen beer bottles sat on the table between the chairs, and the college students looked like they were having a good time listening to the music.

Jake saw me as I edged my way past some barstools near the piano. He waved me over and when I was close enough to hear him over the piano man singing about friends in low places, he nearly shouted, “Hey Jaqueline, get you a beer?”

I found myself nodding, even though the last time I’d had a sip of beer I spat it out. Of course, that was last year and at one of my girlfriend’s sleep-overs.

When I took the empty chair, Jake nodded toward the girl sitting next to Allen, “That’s Liz. She’s this bozo’s fuck buddy for the cruise.”

I was shocked at the apparent bluntness, but Liz just flipped Jake the bird, “You’re just jealous because I won’t suck your little cock.”

Jake flashed a nervous smile at me as his cheeks turned scarlet. Then he returned Liz’s bird, “Your loss. It’s not the size of the boat but the motion of the ocean.”

Liz leaned forward and pinched Jake’s cheek, “You keep telling yourself that, Jake. But it’s hard to cross the ocean in a rowboat.”

Jake stuck his tongue out at Liz before turning to me, “Better make that two beers. After the roasting Liz is giving out, I need another one.”

A moment later, a waitress came over and took his order and after a bit, she swapped out the empty bottles with two full ones.

Jake had half emptied his before I could put the bottle to my lips. The taste was sour, just like before. But I wasn’t about to stop. The last thing I wanted right then was for Jake, his pot-head friend, or the razor-tongued Liz to think I wasn’t a college girl.

By the time the piano man played some Billy Joel, my bottle was still three-quarters full, but Jake had downed another beer. While Allen and Liz had their heads together singing about some guy making love to his tonic and gin, Jake leaned over and said, “Come on, Jaqueline. Let’s get out of here.”

I left my bottle on the table and let him take me by the hand. A handful of steps later, he pulled me onto the promenade. We could hear the waves lapping against the side of the ships as we leaned against the railing. Jake still held my hand as I watched the moon’s reflection on the water. Between the brilliance on the moon and all the lights on the ship, only a few stars were visible. Nevertheless, it was an amazing sight. I relished the idea of having another seventy to which to look forward. It would be a cold day in hell before I’d admit it to my mom, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

“What you think of the Empress of the World so far?” Jake said.

I glanced up at him. His blond locks looked almost black against the shadows of the promenade. “Not as bad as I thought it would be. Of course, knowing there’s people my age helps. A cruise for most of the summer? I thought for sure it would be a bunch of old, wrinkly ladies.”

Jake chuckled as he leaned against the railing, “Don’t discount the geriatric brigade. I bet a majority of the twenty-two hundred passengers are retired. If we try to take over the ship, they could kill off every guest under twenty-five with just their prescription meds.”

I laughed, but then wondered if Jake had a point. There were a lot of old folks on the cruise. It made me wonder about why he and his friends were aboard. “So, how’d you end up on this old tub?”

Leaning against the railing, Jake shifted to face me, “You mean you weren’t just dying to leave all your friends, maybe a job, or summer school to take a trip into the Pacific Ocean?”

The smile on his face showed that someone had paid a lot of money for those straight, pearly whites. I chuckled, “That’s my story. What about you?”

Still holding my hand, he said, “It was Allen’s idea. He just graduated, and this is his last fling before taking a job in San Jose in the fall. Me, I’ve still got a year to go. But the idea of spending the summer drinking all I want, seeing some beautiful sights, and hanging out with gorgeous girls, how could I say no.”

Hearing him talk about hanging out with beautiful girls made me wonder if maybe Jake was more like my last boyfriend after all. But as he smiled down at me, I decided I had time to figure that out. And even if he was like that asshole, I was away from home and more or less free of Mom’s interference, the idea of a casual fling didn’t sound so bad.

I flashed him a smile, “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Jake laughed and turned to face the water, “All the girls equals you. So, are your parents really getting married in New Zealand?”

I nodded. “Well, my mom is getting married to her fiancé. They dragged me and my kid brother on this cruise so we could celebrate with them.”

Nodding, Jake said, “I was wondering who the kid was you kept checking out when we were in the hot tub.”

My thoughts were flooded with an image of Orion climbing out of the pool. I couldn’t shake the vision of the soaking material of his swimsuit clinging to his little erection. Why the hell couldn’t I get rid of that image?

“Checking on him, not checking him out. We’re from Texas. Not Arkansas.”

Jake’s bark of laughter caused several other couples who were leaning against the railing to glance our way. “Touché. I guess going back to your room is out of the question then.”

Fuck! Jake sounded more and more like my ex. Still, he was handsome. And we’re going to be at sea for a while. Casual sex sounded better and better.

“Yeah. Fraid not. But this party is barely getting started, Jake. Maybe I’ll see you at the pool tomorrow.”

With that, I caught him by surprise when I let go his hand and headed back toward the elevator without a backward glance. The whoosh of the doors sliding closed brought with it exhaustion. The day had been very long and a glance at my phone showed it was nearly midnight.  

Back in the cabin, Orion was asleep on his side of the bed. Since falling asleep, he had pushed the top of the bedspread down until it exposed his chest. I can’t recall the last time he and I had shared a bed. Maybe never. But his soft snores were almost sonorous, drawing at my exhaustion.

Ignoring the luggage resting at the base of the bed, I kicked my shoes off. Next, I pulled my blouse off and lay it across one of my suitcases. Then my skirt, until I stood next to my side of the bed in just my underwear. Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra and lay it next to my shirt. I felt weird, almost dirty, standing over my sleeping twelve-year-old brother in nothing but my panties. At that moment, that memory of Orion’s erection framed in his swimsuit’s soaking wet material gave way to wondering what he would look like naked. I wanted to push that thought away. Technically, we’re half-siblings, but as far as I was concerned, Orion was my brother, and my dirty thoughts had no outlet.

I hurried to the suitcase containing my underwear. I found a white sports bra and pulled it on and then climbed into bed and pulled the covers over me. A few minutes later, thoughts of Orion and Jake fled as I slipped into an exhausted sleep.

Copyright 2021 – Caliboy1991
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Empress of the World – Part 1
By
Caliboy1991

“Christ on a Unicycle!”

My eyes swung between my sister and my mom. The glare with which my mom shot Jackie made me glad it was my sister in her crosshairs.

“Jackie, really. If you can’t say anything nice…” Mom’s voice trailed off. It wasn’t like we hadn’t heard the familiar words before.

Jackie glared, “What’s wrong with that? Dad used to say it all the time.”

I turned away from them, knowing things were about to get ugly. As Mom responded, the vast ship riding at anchor on the other side of the thick plate-glass window captivated me. The Empress of the World was the largest ship I’d ever seen.

Unfortunately, I could hear Mom, “Maybe that’s why he and I never got married.”

Still focusing on the ship, I waited for the explosion. Jackie’s dad had passed away a couple of years ago and my sister’s wounds were still raw, even after all this time.

“Or maybe you didn’t get married to mine or Orion’s dads because you were still looking for your meal ticket.”

My head whipped around fast enough to get whiplash. Max hadn’t returned from parking the car in long-term parking yet. But Jackie had gone too far, struck too close to home. Of all the men Mom had been with, Max was in a class all his own. Before Jackie’s dad had died, he’d been an assistant manager at a grocery store. My dad had been a sheriff’s deputy, before he’d had one DUI too many, and found out what it was like on the other side of the bars. I haven’t seen him in a couple of years.

I scarcely understood what Max did. But I knew he made a ton of money doing it. He was always schmoozing politicians and high-ranking government employees in Austin. Of course, that was how he met Mom, who had been working at a Brazilian steakhouse a few blocks from the state capitol building. Though she’s past thirty, even I could see she was still hot. Apparently Max thought so too. He came back after he’d been wining and dining some state senator and got Mom’s phone number. The rest, as they say, is history. A year later, Mom’s wearing an enormous diamond ring and they’re going to get married before the end of the summer.

Of course, that’s why were waiting in the cruise terminal in Los Angeles. After Mom said yes, when Max popped the question, he talked her into a destination wedding in New Zealand. Mom has always been deathly afraid of flying, so she talked him into a cruise that would take them to New Zealand. In all the hubbub of them planning their cruise and wedding, somehow or another, they made the decision that me and Jackie would come along.

The cruise was not direct between Los Angeles and New Zealand. No, it would meander across the Pacific like a drunken sailor, taking us to a few different cities in Hawaii, before visiting ports like Tahiti and islands like Guam before taking us to New Zealand, where Max had already arranged for the wedding.
But that wasn’t even the cruise’s halfway point. I guess the rest of the trip would officially be Max’s and Mom’s honeymoon, as the ship would visit a dozen different ports across Australia before turning north, eventually reaching Taiwan over seventy days after leaving Los Angeles.

To me, a twelve-year-old boy, it was the adventure of a lifetime. But to my sixteen-year-old sister, it was hell on earth. She’d just received her driver’s license a few months before and had been looking forward to pool parties with her friends. Instead, we were scheduled to return just a few days before school starts up in the fall.

And that’s why Jackie was playing with fire with Mom, who shook her head and said, “Don’t be such a bitch, Jackie. When you’re older, you’ll understand.”
My sister’s head snapped back. Mom seldom called her names. But then again, Jackie was doing her best to be as cruel as possible right then. Her mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out. Max chose that moment to return and whatever Jackie was trying to say died.

We had already dropped off our luggage as we headed through the terminal. Apart from the clothes on our backs, the only thing we carried were backpacks and carry-ons. Of course, I loaded mine down with my laptop, hand-held console and my swimming suit.

Before we could board the Empress of the World, we had to go through the registration process. Max leaned against the counter and handed over our passports. After a bit, the lady checking us in said, “Mr. Moreland, we were able give you a complimentary upgrade to a mini-suite with a balcony.”

Mom, who had been doing her best to ignore Jackie, leaned forward, “Just for one cabin? We were supposed to have adjoining balcony cabins.”
The clerk glanced down at her screen. “Hmm, let me check into that.”

Minutes passed by before she looked up, “I’m sorry, Ms. Dalton. The original reservation had adjoining cabins, but we emailed Mr. Moreland a couple of weeks ago when one of the cabins taken out of service.”

She pursed her lips as she looked at her screen. “The email said we would try to accommodate adjoining cabins. But regrettably that isn’t possible. It appears that’s why we upgraded your cabins to suites, ma’am.”

Mom looked back at me and Jackie, “Max, I’m not sure about this. The kids were supposed to be next door.”

Max smiled at my mom before turning to the clerk, “Is there anything you can do to accommodate us? My fiancé would prefer her children next door.”
The clerk shrugged her shoulders, “I’m sorry, Mr. Moreland. The ship is nearly at capacity and cabin assignments are fixed. Once the Empress of the World is underway, you’re welcome to go to guest services and see if there are any last-minute cancelations that would accommodate your needs.”

I felt a thrill inside me at the prospect of being away from Mom and Max. Also, just a little fear. Still, Jackie would be there, and I’d long since resigned myself to having to share the cabin with her. With an air of indifference, Jackie said, “We’ll be fine, Mom. We’re not little kids anymore. We can take care of ourselves.”
Mom wore her worried face even as Max nodded, “Maybe Jackie’s right, Hon. She’s less than two years from eighteen. Perhaps now is a good time to see how she handles a bit of independence. After all, we’ll just be a couple of decks above them.”

Mom still looked doubtful. Then the clerk weighed in, “Mr. Moreland, if your party will accept the cabin assignments, I’m authorized to provide a thousand-dollar credit to each room. I know this doesn’t fix your inconvenience, but I hope it allows your party to start off your vacation by enjoying some of our amenities on us.”

I could see Mom thinking about how many spa treatments a thousand dollars would get her as she slowly nodded, “Maybe you’re right, Max.”
She turned on me and Jackie, “I’m trusting you two to behave. I need you to show me my trust isn’t misplaced. Alright?”

As I nodded, I snuck a sideways glance at my sister. The sullen look was gone, at least for now. She slowly bobbed her head in agreement. “Fine. But I still miss my friends.”

With Mom’s objections silenced, each of us received our boarding pass in the form of a wristwatch a few minutes later. The clerk told us we needed to keep it with us at all times. Jackie and I would need them to access the Zone, which was part of the ship just for teens. Fortunately, as far as the Empress was concerned, twelve-year-olds are teens. I let out an audible sigh of relief when I found that out. It’s not that I wanted to hang out with Jackie. Mom was right, she really was being a bitch. But I was too big for the younger kids’ section. At an inch over five foot, most people thought I was already thirteen.

After that, we headed toward the boarding area and a few minutes later, we winded our way up an enclosed gangway onto the ship. To get past the screening station, we each had to let some very tough-looking men scan our wristwatches before they would let us pass. From there, we followed some other guests into the ship’s interior.

A couple of elevator rides later, we ended up on deck 14, where they were serving up a buffet. Max grabbed a table for us while me, Jackie, and Mom spread out to fill up our plates. When I came back, I’d piled my plate with hot dogs, a hamburger, and a few slices of pizza. Mom, always the responsible eater, had loaded her plate with some gross looking salad and other green things. Jackie came back with some disgusting looking fish bits. I think she found the buffet’s sushi bar.
We’d picked a table facing the ocean, and it was really cool looking at ships sailing into and out of Los Angeles’ harbor while feeding my face pizza. Even Jackie seemed in better spirits by the time we had finished.

After sharing some kind of chocolate dessert with Max, Mom excused herself, leaving us with her fiancé. He was about ten years older than Mom, but he looked a bit younger, with short brown hair and a clean-shaven face. I knew he worked out a lot. He’d taken me to his gym to work out several times over the past year. More than that, I knew by the way he treated her he was head-over-heels in love with our mom.

He waited until Mom disappeared before leaning in, “Okay, Jackie, I know you want to be here like you want a visit to the dentist. But I really want your mom to enjoy this cruise and I need your guys help to make that happen.”

Jackie’s sullen expression returned. She didn’t much care for Max. I’m not sure if it’s because she thought Mom was a gold-digger or what. But despite Max’s best efforts, Jackie had remained cold toward him.

Undeterred, Max said, “So, here’s the deal. You guys work with me and I’ll pay for internet package for your room for the entire trip. Two devices each.” He looked at Jackie when he added, “That way you can stay in touch with your friends over the summer. Maybe they won’t seem so far away if you can Facetime them.”

Jackie’s eyes softened a bit, “That wouldn’t be too bad. So, what do you want from me and Orion?”

Max leaned back, “Get lost.”

I can only imagine what my eyes must have looked like right then. Jackie’s were wide in shock. Before either of us could muster a reply, he added, “Not literally, guys. You may not believe it yet, but there’s a lot to do on this ship, and because it’s summer, there should be quite a few other passengers who’re your ages. Have fun. Make friends. Enjoy the ship’s amenities. And let me have your mom’s time.”

I could feel my head nodding. I was already stoked for the cruise and knew I was going to have fun. Jackie was Max’s only obstacle. Her eyes narrowed as she stared back at him. “I dunno Max. All the cool stuff costs extra. I’m afraid a thousand-dollar room credit won’t go very far, not on a two-month cruise. Not if you want us to do our own thing all the time.”

Max smirked, shaking his head slightly. “Your skills are wasted as a teenager, Jackie. Once you graduate from college, come see me about a job.”
I worried Jackie had sunk the deal. And it was a freaking awesome deal as far as I was concerned. But Max sighed, “Fine. I’ll call guest services this evening and put a hundred dollars a day room credit on your cabin.”

Jackie wore an exultant expression as a shit-eating grin spread across her face. Max held up his hand and said, “Use it however you’d like. Spa treatments, specialty dining, shore excursions, shopping. Whatever. But,” he paused again, “I’m splitting that money between the two of you. Deal?”

Still smiling, Jackie nodded and extending her hand across the table, “You’ve got yourself a deal, Max.”

Once Max and Jackie shook on it, he extended his hand to me, “You’re part of this too, Orion. Deal?”

My grin spread from ear to ear as I shook on it, “Deal.”

Once we’d all shaken hands, Max smiled triumphantly as Mom returned. She took one look at us and said, “Uh-oh. I’m gone for five minutes and the three of you look all buddy-buddy. What’s up?”

Max stood and helped Mom back into her seat, “Nothing, Clarice. Jackie and Orion were telling me how they wanted to do their own thing at meal times and I was just agreeing with them.”

Mom gave Max a severe look, “I don’t know about that. Even though the wedding is still a few weeks away, Max, I want us to behave like a family. Do things together.”

Before Max could say anything, Jackie jumped in, “Come on, Mom. It’s bad enough I’m missing out on my summer with my friends, don’t make me and Orion sit next to you two at dinner, making googly eyes at each other. That’ cruel and unusual punishment.”

Max said, “Do we really give each other googly eyes?”

Both me and Jackie nodded.

He laughed, “Well, we don’t want to gross you two out.” He turned to Mom, “I think we’ll all enjoy the cruise more if we give these two rapscallions their way on this.”

Still looking doubtful, Mom said, “I don’t know, Max. Maybe Jackie’s old enough to do her own thing, but Orion’s only twelve.”

My jaw fell open when Mom turned her attention onto me.

I squeaked, “I’m almost thirteen!”

My voice was still high-pitched. A lot of my friends, when they got excited or nervous, their voices would break. Some of them already sounded more adult and less like kids. Not me. Although I hated choir, my voice, when I sang, was still pure and soprano-like.

Max came to my rescue, “Orion’s mature for his age. How about we see how he handles a bit of freedom?”

I could see the skepticism written across Mom’s face.

Then Jackie said, “Why don’t you and Max start treating this like the honeymoon this cruise is supposed to be. I promise, I’ll keep an eye on Orion, make sure he’s eating his veggies at dinner, and you two do your thing.”

For the first time since Mom started dating Max, I watched Jackie and Mom’s fiancé work together toward a common goal. Even so, Mom was formidable. When everything was settled, Jackie and I would join Mom and Max two nights a week for dinner in the ship’s formal dining room, but not on the formal nights. The other five dinners were ours, as were all our breakfasts and lunches. And apart from the wedding in New Zealand, Jackie and I could do our own shore excursions-provided she and I were together. Anything else required Mom’s approval.

By the time we left the Buffet Court, all of us wore smiles. Even Mom. I knew she didn’t like the idea of Jackie and I not spending as much time with her as she had envisioned, but I think she was genuinely pleased about Jackie and Max working together, even if it was to overcome her objections.

From there, we checked into our emergency mustering station, after which Jackie and I headed to deck nine to find our cabin, while Mom and Max headed to deck twelve.

Our bags had yet to arrive when we reached our cabin. They’d told us it could take most of embarkation day to get thousands of suitcases and luggage distributed among a thousand cabins, and they weren’t kidding.

Jackie went into our cabin first. “What the fuck!”

I came in behind her, curious about what she’d found to complain about now. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure it out. There was a single large bed against one wall.

I mumbled, “I thought we’d have our own beds.”

Jackie tossed her carry-on onto the bed, “No kidding. At least you don’t still wet the bed anymore.”

I set my backpack on the bed with care. Maybe Jackie didn’t care about her stuff, but the idea of having something happen to my laptop sent chills down my spine. I had just about every game I wanted to play downloaded on it. I glared at my sister, “Fuck you. It’s been years since I’ve had an accident.”

She sat on the bed and flipped me the bird, “At least the bed’s comfy. I call dibs on this side.”

I didn’t care which side I slept on. Still, I shared her distaste for our sleeping arrangement. The last couple of years Jackie had become hard to live with, and part of me dreaded spending more than two months in a cabin with her. I really hoped she would play ball with Max and not give Mom any reason to keep a close eye on us. Maybe then, sharing a cabin with her wouldn’t be too bad.

After a few minutes, she grabbed her swimming suit from her backpack, “I want to check out the swimming pool. You want to come with?”
I’d packed my swimsuit in my backpack just for that. As she headed toward the bathroom, I said, “Sure.”

While she changed, I turned on the TV and used the remote control to navigate through the options. There half a dozen channels reserved just for the ship; things like shore excursions, shopping opportunities, and the ship’s amenities.

When the bathroom door opened, I involuntarily sucked in my breath at the sight of Jackie. My sister wore a two-piece purple and pink bikini. Even though she was my sister and I knew that thinking about her in any way that could be considered sexy was wrong, I was twelve years old and on the cusp of puberty. I couldn’t help thinking it; my sister was super-hot in that bikini.

Her raven-black hair brushed her shoulder straps. The padding on her cups made her naturally small tits look at least one size larger than she was. Her skin was already lightly tanned. Even though she’d bitched and moaned about coming on the cruise, that hadn’t stopped Jackie from working on her tan the last few weeks before school let out.

“Hey, eyes up here, perv,” Jackie said.

My face burned as I grabbed my swimming suit and tore my eyes off her body. “I wasn’t looking,” I muttered.

“Whatever.”

The bathroom was toward the front of the cabin. It was big enough to be comfortable for one person-barely. Our mini-suite cabin had a full-length bathtub/shower, unlike the cabin we’d reserved, which was equipped with a walk-in shower. I didn’t care about that kind of thing, but knew Jackie would enjoy the bathtub.

I pulled off my T-shirt and then shucked my pants and underwear. Before sliding my swimsuit on, I paused and looked at myself in the mirror. I was tall for my age. Just an inch shorter than Jackie’s five foot, two inches. That’s why people thought I was thirteen. But staring at myself in the mirror, my height was the only part of me that was teen-agerish. Most of the guys in my gym class had hit puberty by the end of the seventh grade. Most of them had at least a few strands of hair over their dicks. Some of them had lots of it. My friend, Darrin, even had a few wisps of hair on his chin.

As I stared at myself, I wished I looked like the other boys in my gym class. Even though I was less than three months from thirteen, my balls, my dick and my pubic area were as smooth as they’d been when I was a little kid. Worse still, as far as I was concerned, I was a grower rather than a shower. After getting an eyeful of Jackie’s body, my dick pointed at the ceiling, all four and a quarter inches. But when it deflated, it would shrink down to two inches.

I sighed in misery, hoping my body would get the chance to play catch-up over the summer. After I pulled on my swimsuit, my erection finally went down so that when I joined Jackie, things were back to normal.

The pool was on the same deck as the buffet court. And when we got there, it was half full of people, enjoying the warm June weather and listening to hip hop music from a DJ.

Jackie tossed her towel onto an open lounge chair. Without a backwards glance, she said, “Later.”

I watched her as she went over to the side of the pool. The way the material on her bottoms gripped her ass was enough to make lie face-down on the lounge chair. I think I would die if someone saw me sporting a boner. Especially if they knew I was perving my older sister.

A few minutes later, once things returned to normal, I headed into the water, too.

I was in a splashing fight with a couple of younger kids when something hit me from behind. When I spun around, I faced a boy who looked a couple of years older. He held a Nerf football, “Oh, shit, dude, sorry about that. Nathan threw the ball too hard and when I jumped up, I bumped into you.”

The words that had been on my lips died. He really appeared apologetic. I tried to ignore the pain as I shrugged, “No big deal.”

I moved away from the kids and added, “You guys got room for me?”

He nodded, “Sure. I’m Gavin and you’ve already felt Nathan’s handiwork.”

Nathan waved. He looked a bit older than me, but was about the same height. Gavin’s wet blond hair brushed against his shoulders as he spiraled the ball to me. “You got a name?”

I moved away, and cocked my arm to throw the Nerf ball, “Orion. You guys from California?”

When Gavin caught the ball, he said, “Yep. You don’t sound like you’re from around here. Texas?”

I’d never noticed my accent. But I’ve been told before that it’s pretty strong. “Yeah. From Austin.”

As we tossed the ball between the three of us, Gavin said, “My grandmother’s had this cruise on her bucket list for years. So, my mom and me get a free cruise. What about you?”

I explained that Max and my mom were getting married in New Zealand. Both teens thought it was pretty cool. Nathan left first and took his ball with him, leaving me and Gavin sitting on the side of the pool.

About that time, I spied Jackie. She was sitting in one of the hot tubs that ringed the pool. She was hanging out with a couple of older boys. Well, probably men. They looked old enough to be in college. Gavin must have seen my gaze. He nudged me in my ribs, “Who’s hotter? The dude with the tat on his arm or the girl with black hair?”

My eyes slid back to Gavin, uncertain how to take the question. I’d barely given the guys to whom Jackie was talking to a cursory look. But I couldn’t tell him I was ogling my older sister. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, I took the chicken’s way out. “Um, he’s got a lot of muscles. I bet he works out a lot.”

Gavin had already surprised me with his question. But he left me speechless when he replied, “Yeah, he’s freaking hot. I wonder how big his dick is.”

My jaw must have been hanging open when Gavin laughed, “Come on, Orion, there’s nothing wrong checking out other guys.”

Then he got up and knelt next to me. In a voice only I could hear, he said, “You know, I didn’t bump into you on accident.”

He stood and said, “See you around, Orion.”

I watched him as he threaded his way through the maze of lounge chairs. I hadn’t noticed until then his speedos. But as retreated, my eyes stayed focused on how the stretchy fabric molded itself to his ass. Just before he disappeared into the elevators, I glanced down and saw my own reaction. I slid back into the pool.

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