I sat on the board, and we both dog paddled out to a spot, where we sat and waited for a wave. His pelvis was pressed up hard against my butt. “I like this position,” I whispered seductively over my shoulder.
He chuckled and moved forward a few times like he was thrusting into me. “Shit,” he groaned. I could feel the outline of his now hard cock pressing into my back.
I laughed. “Backfired on you, didn’t it?”
“I’ll make sure you remember laughing at me later. I’m going to do more to you than I have yet,” he whispered the promise into my ear.
I stopped laughing, and my mind went to images of what he might do. I didn’t know if my sore muscles would be able to handle it tonight, but I would be a trooper and try!
“Here comes the wave. Get ready.”
I actually made it up for a bit, but not long. I got nervous and tipped off the side of the board. He tried to grab me and keep me on the board, but my momentum took us both off the side of the board. We laughed as we each tried to blame the other one. “If you hadn’t made me hard in the first place,” he remarked.
“Hey, if you hadn’t thrust into me like you were fucking me…” I said right back at him.
We both laughed at the silliness of our argument. “I will still make you scream later for laughing,” he promised with a kiss as we walked on the beach.
“You want to go again?” he asked.
“I think I would rather do the paddleboat. If you don’t want to come, I’ll see if Kelly will.” I told him.
“No, I’ll go with you. We can try surfing again later.”
I didn’t want to give him the bad news that I would rather stay off the surfboard for the rest of our time here, so I just smiled at him and didn’t say a word. I would worry about that disappointment when the time came.
“I really like your sister and brother; they are so nice,” I told him while we paddled the boat. I was enjoying this much more than the surfing. “How did the three of you turn out so nice? Not saying that your parents aren’t nice. But honestly, none of you are anything like they are.”
He looked at me, almost shocked by my question. “I don’t know. Most likely because we were all sent to prep schools in other cities. Our parents didn’t really raise us much. Even before we were old enough to be sent away, we had nannies and servants. Father was always working, and Mother, well, she didn’t want to be bothered by us all that much. She would rather spend her days gossiping with her friends. It was more fun, so at those times, we would hang out with the kids of her friends.”
“That makes perfect sense. It is so sad, though. What about holidays? Were you stuck at the school?” I asked.
“No. We all would come home for the holidays. As we got older, we did other things once in a while. But not too often. We always loved coming back home and catching up with one another. Kelly was sent to an all-girls school. She used to tell us the funniest stories, and I have to tell you, girls are grosser than guys.”
“I doubt that,” I responded. “Although some of my girls in school can be bad, I have the most issues with the boys. They often want to bully the younger boys or boys who are smaller. I have to stop a lot of stupid fights,” I explained.
“I’m talking about in general. As she got older, the conversations she would tell us, I was shocked. I never knew that girls talked about sex with other girls,” he said.
I laughed hard. “Really? No, we are darn right nasty when it comes to talking about sex, I will admit that.”
He shook his head. “See? I told you.”
“I thought you meant in another way,” I argued congenially. “Tell me, did the three of you always get along so well?”
“Most of the time. I mean, there were a few fights. But it was usually about something stupid, and we worked it out,” he explained.
“Like what?” I asked. This was all in my plan to get to know him even better. I knew his favorites from the lists we had created. However, I didn’t know a lot about how his brother and sister and he had gotten along.
“Hmm, let me see. This one year at Christmas, it was when we had first gotten sent to private school. We were all home for the holidays. For some reason Mark had decided to get a perm. He’d gotten an afro perm! Imagine me with that look, and you’ll get the idea. Kelly and I were ruthless to him; we picked on him so much. He finally cut off all of his hair. When we headed back to school, he had barely any hair left. It worked out well for him, though. The other kids loved it, and he started a new fad at school. Believe it or not, I actually got my hair cut short too, it was so popular.”
I laughed as I pictured him with an afro perm. “Was it one of those perms that had extra tight curls, or was it looser?” I asked so that I could picture it better.
“The super tight ones. It looked horrible on him, and it was hilarious to us.”
I laughed harder as I pictured the tight little curls all over him, since he’d told me he looked just like his brother back then. “Tell me, what did your parents say to him?”
“Nothing really, but they didn’t stop us from picking on him, or from him cutting it all off. I think I saw my mom crack a smile a few times, but I can’t be certain. It was so long ago now.”
“That’s funny. So, you’ve never tried a perm?” I asked.
“Hell no! Are you crazy? My hair is naturally wavy, and if it gets too long, it will curl up on the ends. I had it a bit longer in junior high, but not for long. I quickly got tired of the curls,” he told me. “How about you? Have you ever had a bad perm?”
“Not a bad perm, but bad haircuts. I decided to go with short hair in college. My hair was this long at that time, and I was tired of wearing it up all of the time. I had a friend cut it; she told me she could do it. Boy, was she wrong. She cut it so short that I had to wear a wig for a few months until it grew out,” I explained.
“Oh…I am seriously not trying to laugh,” he admitted.
“Go ahead and laugh. It was long enough ago that I don’t let it upset me anymore.”
He laughed, as did I. I looked at him. I loved these little snippets of both of our pasts; they helped me get to know him better. I felt closer to him after this talk, as I did with many of our other conversations. It was nice to know that we didn’t just have sex going for us, although I could go for another round now.
“So, why don’t we head back to shore, and we’ll try surfing again?” he suggested.
I saw the excitement in his eyes, and even though I really didn’t feel like trying it again, I agreed. I didn’t do much better this time on my own, but I actually got a little closer to standing on my own board, and I thought that was a very good accomplishment. In the end, though, I would opt out of future surfing expeditions. They weren’t for me, not one bit. Plus, my body had started to ache in spots I didn’t like it to hurt. I wondered if I would be too sore to enjoy sex with him later. Now that would truly be sad.
**
When we got back to the room, my body had tightened up in spots, and it hurt to walk, sit, or stand. I was miserable and grumpy.
“I can give you a massage. But first, take a nice warm shower. That will help loosen those muscles up. Then I will give you a deep tissue massage, and hopefully, you’ll be great!”
“That’s very sweet of you,” I murmured.
“Actually, I’m being selfish. I remember my first time surfing and how much I hurt. I want you to feel better so that I can make love to you later!” He smiled lasciviously at me.
“You are a cad!” I swatted at him playfully, crying out when I leaned forward and my legs screamed out in pain.
“Go. Remember, as hot as you can handle the water, and stay in there for a while. Doctor’s orders.” He pointed me to the shower.
I saluted him and wobbled off to the bathroom. I dropped my clothes on the floor and hopped into the hot water. I had started the shower before I’d undressed, and the water was nice and hot. I climbed into the tub, crying out in pain with each step. When the h
ot water hit my body, it felt so exquisite and so good that I moaned.
“Hey, you aren’t doing anything in there, are you?” I heard Archer yell out to me.
I jumped. “How can you even hear me over the water?” I asked.
“You must not realize just how loudly you moan!” He laughed.
I turned red and wondered if I was even louder when he made love to me. I knew I screamed, but I couldn’t help it. He just made me feel so good!
After a nice long time under the hot water, my body started to feel normal once more. I got out and dried off, wrapping the towel around me.
“I’m ready for that massage now,” I told him as I stepped into the room.
He smiled at me and directed me to the bed. “Lie down, and I’ll get started,” he said as he grabbed a bottle of lotion.
“That smells amazing! What scent is it?” I asked him.
“It is called tropical delight. They sold it on the ship in the gift shop. I bought it because I thought you might like it,” he said.
“I love it! Did you buy more than that little bottle?” I asked. “Because I want to buy one off of you, so I can have it too.”
He laughed, “It’s a gift; you don’t need to pay me. Turn over, and let me do your massage,” he ordered.
I had turned to look at him as we talked, so I turned back over, lying flat on my stomach. He worked his strong hands over my body, stretching my muscles until they squealed in delight. “Umm, that is so nice,” I moaned as he rubbed my legs.
“You still have some knots in them, but not nearly as much as you did earlier, I’m sure,” he murmured.
I felt his hand slip closer to my sex as he continued to massage my legs. I moaned loudly and spread my legs apart to give him more access. I was relaxed, and my aches had turned into non-aches. I felt his fingers caress my sex, and I spread my legs open a little farther. His fingers plunged fully into my pussy as he moved a finger over my clit. I moaned out as he quickly made me want his cock inside of me. But he had other plans for now; he continued to stroke my soaking sex faster. “Please, Archer. Fuck me,” I moaned aloud.
“Later, babe. Supper will be soon, and we’d best not be late,” he reminded me.
I sighed. “You can make it a quickie,” I encouraged him.
“Babe, never would I want that with you, especially if I didn’t have to. We can make love later. Right now, I just want you to cum all over my fingers.”
His fingers were magical, and he continued to play and build me up. He stopped a few times, not allowing me to have my final release yet. “Please, don’t stop, Archer,” I cried out when it felt as though he was going to stop once more. I was so close to orgasm; I just wanted that ultimate release. He shocked me by clamping his mouth onto my clit and nibbling on it as he continued to stroke my pussy with his fingers.
“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” I cried out.
“That’s it. Oh, I love the look on your face when you orgasm,” he whispered, looking up at my face. He then licked my pussy clean.
“I have to go take a shower, or my cock will be standing at attention during dinner,” he said.
“See? If you had fucked me, you wouldn’t be like that right now,” I pointed out to him.
“Yes, but we would also still be fucking, and we’d show up late to dinner.”
I knew he was right. We never had quick sessions of love making; they would last hours at times.
As he showered, I dressed and then picked up a book to write down my adventures from the day. I’d bought a notebook in the gift shop of the ship, and I used it to write down my feelings, as well as the new things I had experienced so far.
“Are you ready? It’s time for dinner,” Archer called out as he stepped out of the bathroom.
“Just a minute,” I replied, finishing up the sentence I’d been writing.
“Just so you know, my parents and Jasmine will be there. Sorry.”
I sighed as I thought about backing out of supper. But the truth was, I had really enjoyed talking to his brother and sister today, and I wanted to get to know them better. I would find a way to deal with the bitch, hopefully by simply ignoring her every comment.
When we arrived at the table, Archer pulled out a seat near his sister and motioned for me to sit. I was thankful to be a bit farther from the others. Not far enough, though, as I heard Jasmine’s shrill voice ask Mark a question.
“Oh please. Why in the hell did they let her come? She’s not even part of the family,” I heard Kelly complain under her breath.
I’d thought I was right earlier. She didn’t like Jasmine either. I chuckled softly enough that only Kelly could hear me. “She is a bit much. I wondered why she would come on the vacation too. I know about her and Archer, but it’s odd that your parents would invite her when she’s not with him anymore,” I replied.
“Long story, and probably one that Archer knows more about than me. I barely ever see my family anymore,” she said.
“That must be hard,” I remarked.
“Actually, it used to be, but I think I am getting more used to it. Plus, if I lived closer to home…it would mean that I would have to see her more.” She motioning toward Jasmine. “This one time, before I moved, Jasmine came over. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my mother loves her. I don’t know why, honestly. However, she was talking to my mother about something, and I had to talk to my mom. I told Jasmine that I needed some family time with my mother. My mother looked at me and said, ‘It’s okay, honey. Jasmine is family.’ At that, Jasmine gave me the biggest shit-eating grin I have ever seen, and I’ve hated her from that moment on. She has her own family. Why can’t she spend time with them instead? I was happy to find a job out of the area and move. My mother didn’t even cry when I left. Jasmine tried to do the whole, fake, ‘I will miss you so much’ goodbye. I laughed at her and let her know that I was moving because I couldn’t stand her. She didn’t like what I had to say much. If you notice, she usually doesn’t even try to be friendly to either Mark or me.”
“What did Mark do to get on her bad side?” I asked curiously. Plus, it was more ammunition in my Hate Jasmine campaign. I loved knowing I had more people on my side.
“He just told her that she wasn’t all that. She thinks she’s hot, and she flaunts her body to all who will look. She tried it with Mark, and he told her he wasn’t interested in her at all,” Kelly explained.
“Was Jasmine dating Archer at the time?” I asked.
“No. Archer was later on, after that. I used to think she just picked him because he was the one who was left at home. Watch her. I swear, she still looks at Mark like he’s a piece of meat. Well, maybe not as much this year since he’s put on extra weight.”
I chuckled a bit but wondered if her thoughts were accurate. Had Jasmine wanted Mark all along and only settled for Archer? Honestly, I didn’t really want to think about Jasmine this much. But I felt like she was some sort of competition. After all, Archer had enjoyed staring at her breasts, and that was still fresh in my mind.
I laughed a bit louder; I couldn’t help it. Knowing that I had a strong ally in Kelly made me so happy. I thought about telling her how Archer had stared at Jasmine’s breasts on the cruise, but I knew that wasn’t something I should be bringing up to her.
“Hey, Sis. Can you pass me the rolls?” Mark called out to me. I was shocked. The nickname sounded foreign to my ears but so good to my heart. I had been having a great conversation with Mark all night too. I was still shocked at how much different Archer’s brother and sister were from his parents. If I had been an outsider, I would have never thought of them as family. The three children, yes. But the older couple in the group, not family. Not at all. They might be distant relatives, but parents? No way. It was really confusing, honestly. I knew that the kids having gone to private school and shipped away made it this way. I wondered why parents had children only to send them off to school. Wouldn’t you want to watch them grow up? I know I would. However, I wasn’t a
nything like Archer’s parents either.
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