One Shots

Stepsiblings on a Ship

My family decided to go on a cruise this summer. It's the first trip we're taking as a family after my mom remarried. Jeff, my new stepdad, and Peter, my new stepbrother, are now part of that family. Peter is absolutely obnoxious--total frat bro--and I'm not looking forward to all of the family time I'm sure mom is going to be expecting. If I'm lucky, maybe I can just hide in my room and read.

We check into the ship together and I'm texting one of my friends when I hear my mom's voice raise.

"What do you mean, there's only two rooms under our reservation?"

"Ma'am, please calm down."

"Are there any extra rooms available? I'll pay for whatever the additional cost is. We need three rooms."

"No ma'am, we are at capacity. Here are your keys. Please have a pleasant trip." And we're shuffled away before anything else is said. Jeff pulls mom aside and they discuss amongst themselves before walking back to Peter and I.

"Peter you will room with me and Liv, you will room with your mom," Jeff says with obvious disappointment.

"No, no, dad, I don't want to separate the two of you. Olivia and I can share a room. I'm sure you want your alone time," Peter immediately responds. What a suck up! Mom looks at me, with her eyes glimmering with hope, and I'm forced to give in.

"Yeah, mom, I'm sure Peter and I can get along for a week. Who knows, maybe we'll actually bond or something?" I joke.

Well, there goes my plans of hiding in my room.

We get our keys to the rooms and take our luggage to get settled in. Surprisingly, the rooms aren't close together, so mom and Jeff veer off down a different hallway and Peter and I head to our room. I cringe after I open the door. This room is TINY! I know ships have a limited amount of space but we're going to be on top of each other in here. There's a queen-size bed, a chair, and a dresser, then a small attached bathroom with a shower. So, we have to share a bed. Great.

I plop down on the bed and set my bags on the floor.

"I'm going to grab a shower then head to the pool," Peter declares before heading into the bathroom. I kick off my shoes and start reading. I'm in the middle of a rather heated scene when Peter comes out, with only a towel draped around his waist. His pecs and abs are covered with a thin layer of hair, glistening with moisture from the shower. The path of hair leads down to under his towel. I blush, noticing what I'm looking at, and force myself back to my book. He seems totally unaware, thankfully. Peter rummages through his bag to find his swimming trunks, then goes back into the bathroom to pull them on. He comes back out, this time with the trunks covering his lower body.

"You going to come with?" Peter questions.

"Nah, I think I'm just going to read. I've got a little headache anyway."

He leaves and I dive back in to my story.

The four of us meet and have dinner together at one of the restaurants onboard. Mom and Jeff seem in a world of their own, so Peter and I end up chatting a bit. He's actually being less obnoxious than normal and we seem to be getting along. After we finish eating, mom and Jeff head off to do their own thing and once again I'm alone with Peter. This ship has an arcade that we play some games at, then end up heading back to the room. I change into my pajamas--a short nightgown--in the bathroom while Peter is in the bedroom. I come out and he's only in a pair of blue boxer briefs. I feel awkward and get under the covers quickly. He gets in bed as well, leaving as much room between us as the bed will allow. Surprisingly, I fall asleep pretty easily.

The next morning, I don't remember where I am, but I feel a warm, hard body behind me and a hardness against my bottom. Then, realization hits me--that's Peter! I try to wriggle away but in his sleep, he holds me close against him. I eventually free myself from his grasp and decide to take a shower and get ready for the day. When I peek into the bedroom after my shower, I don't see Peter any more so I assume he left to get breakfast or something. I walk into the room, leaving the towel behind me as I grab clothes to wear. I'm bent over, looking for something in the bottom drawer, when I hear the door open.

"Oh s**t," Peter says, and quickly closes the door.

I turn around, expecting him to have left, but he's just standing in the room, trying to look away. My face is burning with embarrassment and I hurry to the bathroom to get away from his eyes. I throw on my outfit of a tank top and jean shorts, then escape, not even looking at Peter before I leave.

I only get about 5 minutes away from the room when I realize I left my phone and wallet. I head back to grab them, hoping the awkwardness has dissipated from the room since I left. To my surprise, the awkwardness only ramps up when I get back and find Peter on the bed with his d**k out. He grabs the blanket when I walk in and covers himself quickly, but it's obvious he was touching himself. I don't get a great look at it but he seems pretty blessed in that area. I chastise myself mentally for even thinking that.

"Sorry, I should have knocked," I say as Peter apologizes simultaneously. I hurriedly grab my belongings.

"I just forgot a few things but I'll get out of your hair for a while."

"No, you don't have to leave, this is your room too."

"Uh, I don't think you want me around when you're doing that." I respond nervously.

"Who's to say that?"

I don't understand his response and look at him with confusion.

"What?"

"Forget I said anything, it was just a joke," he stammered. I headed off to find something to do.

Peter POV

F*ck f*ck f*ck! She came back at the worst time. Or maybe the best time if she wasn't my little stepsister. But d*mn, seeing her tight little a*s bent over like that, I could barely stop from jumping her so I had to take care of myself when she left. It didn't help I woke up horny as f*ck from sleeping with her all pushed up against me. Just thinking about her in that little nightie made me hard again. Well, she did say this time she would be gone for a little while...

I pull out my c*ck and grab some lotion, imagining Olivia on her knees in front of me. Taking my d**k in her pretty little mouth. F*ck. I'm really in trouble. I end up c*mming thinking about her mouth around me. I need to find a girl. It must have just been too long since I got laid.

I take a quick shower to clean up and head out to the pool. There's plenty of girls there, but none are catching my eye. I end up actually falling asleep in a lounge chair next to the pool.

I wake up and ouch, I hurt. I have a decent tan but the sun was out bright today and I had taken off my shirt because I was hot. My skin is red and warm to the touch. I buy some aloe at a shop and head back to the room. Olivia is there, lost in a book like usual.

"Oh, there you are," she says without looking up.

"Yeah, I went to the pool and ended up taking an unintended nap and now I'm a lobster," I laugh.

This gets her attention and she looks up and laughs with me.

"Man, that has to hurt!"

I sit down in the chair and pull out the aloe. I'm rubbing it on myself when I catch Olivia peeking at me. I make a big show of not being able to reach my back--which, for the record, isn't really even burned--to see how she will react.

"Do you need some help?" She offers.

"Sure." I can hardly believe my luck. I move to the bed.

With Liv this close to me, I can smell hints of her lavender shampoo. Her small, cool hands rub the aloe across my back. I let out an unintentional groan.

Olivia POV

Oh my god, what am I doing? I'm putting aloe on my stepbrother, a decidedly NOT sexy thing, and all I can think about is his muscles. And d*mn if I don't want to see more. I continue rubbing until his back is covered.

"I think that should do you," I say awkwardly.

Peter turns towards me and I look down, avoiding his eyes. He nudges my chin up and forces me to look at him. His eyes are dark and intense and filled with something I don't quite understand, until he leans forward and kisses me. I don't know how to react--this is my stepbrother. But man, his lips are soft. And his tongue is poking against my lips, trying to gain entry to my mouth. I finally give in. We both want this. As I kiss back, Peter wraps his arms around me. My hands go to his hair. Suddenly Peter stops. I worry that he changed his mind, then he lays back and pulls me onto him. I straddle him, my crotch aligned with his. I can feel him harden under me, and my panties dampen. F*ck!

We continue kissing and he grinds against me. It's absolutely driving me insane. Eventually I decide to take the lead. After getting a peek earlier, I want to see it. I slide off of him and unzip his shorts, pulling them down to reveal his very hard d**k, dripping with a little pre-c*m. I can feel myself start to salivate and I move my head to take him in my mouth.

"Oh f*ck Liv, yes, just like that," he groans as I move my head up and down on his member. He grabs my head and pushes me against him as he thrusts urgently. I cup his balls and I can hear his breaths getting heavier. He stops humping my face and throws me onto my back on the bed, then positions himself between my legs and pushes into me. I'm already so wet that it's not painful, and part of me is really enjoying his dominance.

"F*ck little sis, you're so tight but so wet." He hisses as he f*cks me. I am moaning, unable to form words as he stretches me out.

"I'm getting close," he says as he keeps going. I can feel myself in the verge and I wrap my legs around him, holding him in me as my p*ssy convulses with an orgasm. My orgasm must have pushed him over the edge because I feel his d**k twitching inside me, filling me with hot c*m. He collapses against me, using his arms to keep from putting too much weight on my body. We both breathe heavily as the waves of pleasure subside.

"F*ck that was amazing," he pants.

"Well I wasn't expecting that but I'm not complaining," I laugh.

"Guess we'll have to share a bed more often," Peter replies with a wink.