Erotic Stories

by Amanda Wals

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Thursday, Jamaica

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Friday, San Juan

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

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

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

  Saturday, at sea

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Why is she asking me?

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

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

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

  "What?"

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

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

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

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

  I'll take that as a "No."

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

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

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

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

  "Thanks. That'll help a lot."

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

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

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

  * * *

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

  I'm so stupid. So blazingly stupid.

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

  It had seemed so easy last night.

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

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

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

  "Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

  What had I ever seen in Jacob?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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