Christmas Cruise

Chapter I

Dad and Mom take us on a Christmas Cruise. And they make us share a stateroom....

College Fall term ended, and there was no amount of begging by my sister, and I could pull Dad away from the idea of a Christmas Cruise. It sounded absolutely horrible to Jill and I, especially the idea of sharing a cabin. Our parents did their best to sell my sister and I on the idea, "It'll be warm!" Mom said.

"Maybe you'll meet a girl," Dad suggested.

"And then what? I'm sharing a cabin with Jill," I groaned, unconvinced. Who wanted to spend a week at sea sharing a cramped cabin with their sister?

Jill and I are a year apart in age. I was her older brother. Except for our eyes, we barely pass as brother and sister. I have light brown hair; a strong chin line and I keep myself in great shape even after my football career ended during my senior year of High School. Jill's hair is constantly changing color. Right now, it's dark maroon. Jill's also skinny, though she does have big tits that look even bigger on her tiny frame. Those big tits always attracted the attention of my friends. As a constant flirt, Jill loved the attention and did her best to show-off her tits.

Dad and mom had a nice balcony room. Not for us. But at least we had they didn't put us in a dark interior room. We had a porthole window room. After boarding, a steward led Jill and I to our tiny cave. We both freaked when he swung open the door and revealed a single queen-sized bed. "No way!" I protested, ready to swim home before I shared both a room and a bed with my sister.

"Shut up, dufus," Jill said, explaining the problem to the steward with limited command of the English language. He got the point, looking confused why we didn't want to sleep together before separating the single queen-sized bed into two single beds pushed against the walls with barely two feet between them.

Mom and Dad checked on us while Jill and I fought over storage space. We visited their cabin and it looked like a mansion compared to our closet-sized cabin. The four of us stood at the railing during as the ship set sail and Dad gave us one last lecture. At least his rules were easy to follow. Jill and I were free to do whatever we wanted as long as we ate together as a family for one meal a day.

And the best part.. Once we were in international waters, 18 years old was the legal drinking age. Suddenly, life felt bearable and as soon as we crossed into international waters, we started drinking. By the end of that first night, we were singing Christmas carols as we staggered back to our cabin.

Jill found the remote for the TV and put on one of those cheesy, late-night skin flicks. "Really?" I groaned.

"Afraid you'll get hard?" she asked, flashing me a drunk grin.

"Fuck you, I'm taking a shower," I said, heading towards the tiny bathroom.

"No jerking off in the shower!" she called after me.

As I danced around in the tiny shower beneath low water pressure, I tried not to think sister sitting just a few feet away watching softcore porn. The door to the bathroom had felt flimsy and I was completely naked. And drunk. As I soaped my private parts, I started getting hard. Should I risk taking care of myself with Jill so close? My cock grew harder as I slowly rubbed soap up and down my long shaft.

It would serve her right if I jerked off in the shower, right on the soap! Grinning to myself, that's just what I did, holding the soap in front of my hard cock as I sprayed it with thick, ropey strands of my hot cum. Would she notice? I carefully placed the soap on the built-in shelf. I smeared my white, creamy coating across the soap for her.

I dried off and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts before heading back into the cabin. "What's so funny?" she asked me, catching the way I was grinning.

"Nothing," I lied.