Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 01:25:52 -0400
From: drmoocow@gmail.com
Subject: Seven Days of Pleasure 14

This story is intended for reading by people who enjoy these stories, and
is legal in your part of the world. You know whether you should be reading
it or not, I'm not here to stop you.

The entire story is fiction, including all characters (though I wish they
were real and I were a fly on the wall). They live in a world where
pregnancy and diseases are not a real worry, but we don't - so be safe!

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my good friends The Rock and Sexy Maiden for proofreading and being my
editor... well, as much as I let them edit, anyways. :D


SEVEN DAYS OF PLEASURE

Chapter 14
Day 6 (Sea Day), night, after formal night


Andrew awoke with a start. Something was wrong.

The ship's alarm was blaring, and Andrew could hear someone banging on
doors in the hallways, shouting for people to wake up. The cabin was smoky,
and for some reason, he was alone in bed - Eric wasn't anywhere to be
found. He rolled out of bed and crawled to check first the bathroom, then
the balcony. No Eric. He shivered, not only from cold - his naked form
sprawled out over the floor - but also because something was very wrong,
and he was very alone.

Trying to remember the emergency procedures from the first day of the
cruise, Andrew attempted to remain calm. He crawled over to the dresser to
get some clothes, but for some reason the drawers were empty. He moved to
the closet, but only found a pair of lifejackets there. Getting
increasingly worried, he decided that his life was more important than his
dignity, so he grabbed a lifejacket and made his way out into the hallway.

It was nearly impossible to see, and the smoky air difficult to breathe. He
could hear men shouting instructions in a number of languages, children
crying and a general sense of panic. Where the floor met the wall, he saw
the emergency lighting beckoning him to the right, so he crawled in that
direction to the nearest stairway. The air was a little clearer here, and a
crew member with a flashlight and reflective jacket was ushering the flood
of passengers downstairs to the muster stations several decks below. People
in various states of undress were doing their best to maintain calm, but
panic was setting in - a ship with 3,000 passengers and 1,000 crew members
was apparently on fire in the middle of the Caribbean sea, with only
lifeboats to evacuate them. Everyone understandably wanted to get to their
muster stations as quickly as possible, but the sheer mass of humanity in
their way was causing some people to start pushing to get through. In front
of him, Andrew saw a young boy, 7-8 years old dressed only in briefs, fall
to his knees. Andrew picked him up before he was trampled, and the boy
looked up at him with great relief, then pushed his way though the crowd to
rejoin his parents.

Eventually, Andrew made it down to deck 5 where the lifeboat stations
were. He was directed towards the bow of the ship to his assigned muster
station, where presumably he would meet up with Eric. When he arrived
there, Eric was not there, and Andrew really began to worry.

Everyone was lined up in their station, and attendance was taken. Once the
last person had been checked in, Andrew heard the station leader radio that
all passengers were accounted for at station 24. He fought his way to the
front of the section, calling out that they were missing his boyfriend.

"Calm down, sir, everyone is accounted for," the station leader said to
him, putting his hand on Andrew's shoulder to calm him.

"No, there's one more, my boyfriend isn't here," Andrew exclaimed. "Eric
Stevens, cabin 1027. Check again."

The station leader ran his finger down his attendance list, and found 1027
on the list. "There's no Eric Stevens on my list, only an Andrew
Farriss. Is that you?"

"Yes, that's me, but I swear to you, my boyfriend is not here, and he
should be on that list. We're sharing a cabin."

Looking doubtful, the station leader spoke into his radio. "Station 24 to
lead, come in." After the lead acknowledged him, he continued, "Sir, I have
a gentleman here who says we're missing a passenger that's not on my
list. Could you check the master role for a Stevens, Eric?" To Andrew, he
asked for the correct
spelling. "Sierra-Tango-Echo-Victory-Echo-November-Sierra, over."

"Hold... I have a Stevens, Michael and a Stevens, Karen, but no Eric."

The station lead turned to Andrew and said, "Sir, this is an emergency
situation. I can't have you reporting that we have a missing passenger
who's not on the ship. You'll have to... hey!"

Andrew burst past the man in a flat-out run back towards the stairwell. "To
hell with them, if they won't look for him, I will," he thought to
himself. Other crew members shouted at him to stop running and to get back
to his muster station as he passed them, but he ignored them all. He ran
back up the stairs to deck 10, back into the smoky corridors, since
deserted. He dropped down to all fours and crawled back to the cabin he
shared with Eric and banged on the door. He had forgotten his keycard
inside when he left. "Eric! Where are you?" he called out.

He leapt to his feet and immediately started coughing through the
smoke. Ignoring it as best he can, he banged on doors up and down the hall,
calling for Eric. The hallway was completely deserted - he was the only one
there.

He found his cabin again and banged on the door again. Surprised to find
the door ajar, he burst into the darkened cabin, the only light coming from
the full moon through the balcony door. "Eric! ERIC!"

When he received no answer, he dropped to his knees, not knowing what to
do.

"ERIC!" he called out one more time.

And then he felt a hand on his chest, shaking him.

"Andrew! Wake up! You're having a nightmare!"

His eyes flew open in a panic to see Eric leaning over him, looking
worried. Without a word, Andrew threw his arms around his boyfriend, put
his head on Eric's shoulder and started crying, large body-racking sobs.

"Shhhh... it's ok, you're fine now... there there..." Eric held him and
gently rubbed the back of his head, rocking gently. "You're ok
now... nothing's going to hurt you..."

After a few minutes of being comforted by his boyfriend, Andrew had stopped
shaking for the most part, and the sobs had dried up into the odd
sniffle. Gingerly, he let go, and slowly pulled away to look at Eric, as if
he'd disappear if Andrew moved too quickly.

Eric looked at him with great concern and waited for Andrew to collect
himself.

"I... I'm sorry for scaring you, Eric," Andrew managed between sniffles.

"You belted out my name in your sleep, scared the bejesus out of me - but
there's no need to apologize for that. I'm just glad you're ok now, and I
want you to feel safe again."

"That was a horrible, horrible dream. I dreamed that there was an emergency
on the ship, it was on fire, and I couldn't find you anywhere... *sniffle*
I went to the muster station and they said you weren't registered on the
ship... *sniffle* and I was so scared, so alone..."

"Awww, come here," Eric said, gathering Andrew into a hug
again. "Everything's ok, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

The boys cuddled together, wordlessly, while Andrew continued to pull
himself together again.

* * * *

"Fuck, that was a long day," Mark said, kicking off his shoes as he and his
sister returned to their cabin.

"It was," his sister replied, removing her sandals. "That butter sculpture
was insane."

"Haha... yeah, who knew you could make a six foot mermaid out of butter and
food coloring?"

"Well, now you know. Just don't try it at home, I don't think Mom would
appreciate that too much. Can you unzip me?"

He obliged, and Megan let her dress slide down her body and stood there
nude. Feeling cheeky, Mark grabbed her ass in both hands and massaged
it. "Mmmm, that feels nice," she said.

Once he let go, she turned around and put her hands on his chest, gently
rubbing his pecs until his nipples strained through his dress shirt. "Have
I ever told you how nice you look when you're dressed up?" she said,
smoothing his tie. She could see the front of his pants start to tent.

"I don't think you have," he replied, "and I believe that I haven't told
you that either. Y'know, for my sister, you're pretty damn hot." He paused,
laughed, then added, "Boy, I never thought I'd hear myself say that."

Megan smiled back. "Stand over there, by the couch. I'll be right back, I
need to pee. And don't undress yourself - that's my job."

Mark's cock twitched at the thought of his sister undressing him. "Ok, I'll
be here."

"You'd better be," she said as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Mark thought back to when his parents announced they were going on this
vacation. It was a bit of a double-edged sword, he'd thought - a week with
nice weather, girls in bikinis, beaches, cool surf... but he'd have to
share a cabin with his little sister. She wasn't a bad kid, not by a long
shot, they got along fine most of the time - but he was a 15 year old boy,
with certain needs that needed attending to, often several times a
day. When was he supposed to do that? She'd be in his space 24 hours a day
- the only respite he'd have was in the bathroom, but they had to share
that too, like they did at home.

But in a strange turn of events, feelings had awakened in both of them that
neither knew were there. They had spent a good portion of the week naked
together with their new friends, and more than that, they had shared an
interest in fooling around with each other. He knew that was taboo, but the
heart wants what the heart wants, right? Besides, it was consentual on both
sides, nobody was getting hurt. And as well as that, he and Jon had shared
that kiss earlier tonight. He didn't realise he was bi-curious, either -
such a week it had been.

Megan emerged from the bathroom, pulling Mark out of his thoughts. "No
matter what, stand still until I tell you, k?" He nodded his agreement. Her
perky tits pointed the way as she strutted the few feet that separated
them, and when she reached him, she stood on her tiptoes and leaned in and
gave him a kiss. He kissed her back - it was like a bolt of electricity had
passed from her into him, and he knew that however wrong people thought it
was, their relationship transcending that of brother and sister, that this
was exactly what he wanted. And following that kiss, he knew it was what
she wanted too.

Breaking off the kiss, she let her hands wander his torso, feeling the
muscles hidden below the soft cotton. Reaching up, she gently pulled at his
tie until the knot had slipped off, pulled it out from around his collar,
and gently tied it around his head like a blindfold. Rubbing his pecs
again, she re-awakened his nipples, tweaking them until they poked out.

She wrapped her arms around him and slowly pulled his shirt tails out of
his pants until it was entirely untucked. One by one, she undid the buttons
until the shirt hung loose, and then she stepped in and kissed his hairless
chest, causing him to inhale sharply. Wrapping her arms around her brother,
she laid her head against his bare chest, savouring the contact as she
rubbed his back. She could hear his heartbeat as she held him close, and
could smell his manly scent - a mixture of deodorant, a hint of sweat and
fabric softener. Smiling faintly, she knew that from this point on, she
would associate his scent with the feeling of being loved.

Reluctantly letting go, she reached up and slid Mark's shirt off his
shoulders, letting it fall to the bed. Naked to the waist, he was the most
attractive man to her in the world. His nipples strained to attract her
attention, and she did not disappoint them. Mark inhaled sharply again and
gasped as she leaned in and flicked her tongue over first one nipple, then
the other. The front of his pants was developing a dark circle where his
cock met the fabric. As she continued to pay attention to his buds, with
one hand she started pulling on his belt. Once she had figured out how to
undo it from the opposite side, she pulled it clean out of his pants, and
flung it over her shoulder into the corner.

Pulling gently on his zipper until it was open as wide as it could go, she
reached in and pulled her brother's cock out the opening. No matter how
often she had seen him naked this week, this time it was different, special
- this erection was for her, and her alone, she knew. A bead of precum
appeared at the slit, so she scooped it up and rubbed it on her
lips. Standing on her tiptoes and kissing him again, Mark could taste
himself on her lips, which produced another bead of precum, he was so
turned on.

Finally, she popped the button on his trousers and let them fall to the
floor, leaving him as naked as she was. Stepping in, she embraced him
again, feeling his hardon sandwiched between their bodies.

Rubbing his bare behind, she said, "I love you, Mark."

"I love you too, Megan," he replied.

This was going to be good.

* * * *

Andrew hadn't let go of Eric since he had been awakened from his
nightmare. Deep down, he knew it was silly, but he was afraid of losing
Eric again, and by holding on to him, Eric wouldn't be taken away from him
again. The boys laid there in the dark together, Andrew's head on Eric's
chest, an arm draped over his body, and Eric's arm wrapped around his
shoulders. All in all, he was starting to feel safe again.

"How're you feeling, bud?" Eric asked.

Andrew sighed. "Better, thanks... it was just so vivid. I thought it was
real."

"I know, dreams can be so convincingly real, especially the bad ones," Eric
said to his lover. "This may not be the right time to mention it, but
there's something I want to tell you. I hate to say it, but this cruise is
almost over. We both have to go home..."

Andrew sighed again. "Yeah, I know... this can't last forever, as much as
I'd love it to."

"Let me finish. I spoke to my parents, and they've agreed that I can fly
you in to New York whenever you want, as long as your mom's ok with it."

"What do you mean, fly me in?" Andrew raised his head and turned to look at
Eric.

"Without trying to sound like an arrogant rich kid, my dad's company owns a
jet for his personal use. He's said that I can use it to fly you back and
forth to Michigan... that is, if you want to continue our relationship past
the cruise."

"What.... just... wow. I have no idea what to say to that," Andrew started
to tear up. "You really want to continue a relationship with me? Even
halfway across the country?"

"Dude... you honestly have to ask that?" Eric said. "Of course I do. I've
never been this happy before. You and I are more than just boyfriends -
you're my soulmate, if you believe in that kind of stuff. The yin to my
yang. The Silent Bob to my Jay. The Robin to my Batman. The banana to my
split, rather, the banana *in* my split, if you will," Eric grinned,
finally rewarded with a smile from his lover.

"I would die for that," Andrew said. "But I can't afford to pay for that
kind of thing. That would cost a fortune."

"Were you not listening? It's a company jet, set aside for his personal use
- or for his son's use, as long as it's not otherwise occupied. And the
place in New York has plenty of room, so it's not like you'd be putting
anyone out, either. The only thing is, he said that your mom has to be on
board with it. He said he'll talk with her tomorrow about it, if you wanted
to take me up on the offer."

Andrew gulped and a tear rolled down his face. "Then yes, please, I'd like
to take you up on the offer."

"I was hoping you would," Eric said, and squeezed Andrew's
shoulders. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"Oh, shut up, you're so full of it," Andrew chuckled.

"What I'm full of is pee... do you think I can go to the bathroom, please?
I don't want to leave you if you still need me here, but the bed may get a
little warm and damp if I don't get up soon."

Andrew extracted himself from Eric to let him get up. Eric stood and padded
off to the bathroom, the full moon shining on his bare behind.

"Eric?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for being you," Andrew said.

* * * *

Megan stood back, aimed, and took the photo. Her brother stood there by the
bed, blindfolded, with his arms behind his back and his cock standing at
attention. Megan was so aroused by this point that her juices were starting
to run down her inner thighs, but the vision of her brother in this
vulnerable position was too good not to stop for a moment and take a
picture that she could revisit time and time again at home.

Quietly, she reached into the ice bucket and extracted a single cube and
popped it in her mouth. Gripping the ice between her teeth, she stepped
over to where her brother was standing and lightly brushed his right nipple
with the ice, causing him to gasp again. His nipple reacted instantly,
standing straight out hard as a pebble as she repeated the process with the
other one. Groaning slightly, Mark brought his arms up to wrap them around
his sister.

"Nuh huh! I told you to stand still!" she scolded him, pushing his arms
behind his back again. Mark reluctantly went along with it, his cock
straining for attention.

Megan held the ice cube on her tongue, lowered herself to her knees, and
blew cool air onto her brother's cock, causing it to twitch wildly. Leaning
in close, she kissed the head of his prick, letting the ice cube rub up
against the sensitive glans. Mark's knees momentarily turned to jelly at
the icy contact.

Spitting the icecube into a glass, she turned her attention back to her
brother. Savoring the moment, she slowly leaned in and licked his shaft
from base to tip, then took the head into her mouth. As she swirled her
tongue around it, she reached up and gently massaged his balls, and was
rewarded with a moan. Easing more into her mouth, she moved her hands
around his back and kneaded his bubble butt. After a few minutes of this,
she reached up and gently pushed him backwards. He took the hint and sat
down on the edge of the couch, her mouth never leaving his prick.

Mark moaned as his sister suckled on his hard dick, one hand massaging his
balls and the other gently stroking his taint. His skin was so sensitive it
was electric, and the attention from his sister was so intense. His senses
were so overloaded, all he could do was sit there, soaking it all in.

After a few minutes of the most amazing blowjob of his life, he felt his
sister pull back. "Probably a good thing, too," he thought, "I was getting
close to blowing my load." Soon, he felt something brush his lips,
something warm.

"Stick out your tongue a little," he heard her whisper in his
ear. Complying with the order, he was rewarded with a nipple brushing his
tongue, which he hungrily began to lap at. Moving his head around, he
licked around the nipple, enjoying how smooth and soft the skin of her
breast was. Nibbling gently, he was rewarded with a quiet moan of pleasure.

Reluctantly, Megan pulled her boob away from her brother, who was obviously
enjoying himself. She shifted to her left and allowed him to show the same
respect to her other tit, and it was just as enjoyable for both of them as
the first one. After a few minutes, she stepped back and took stock of the
situation. Mark, still blindfolded, was sitting on the edge of the couch,
his cock standing tall and proud, pointing at the ceiling, leaking so much
precum it was dripping down his shaft. His face was flushed with the
excitement of what was happening, and she could feel that she was flushed
as well - she was more turned on than she could ever remember being. And
she was about to do something about that.

Mark could feel his sister's weight settle in on the couch on either side
of him, and then felt her sit on his legs, straddling his lap. He could
feel her loosening the blindfold, and when she removed it, he was treated
to the sight of her perky tits in his face. Tearing his gaze away, he
looked up into her eyes, and they smiled at each other, knowing what was
coming.

* * * *

When Eric emerged from the bathroom, he found the balcony door open, and
his boyfriend leaning on the railing. He gazed lovingly at Andrew, who was
silhouetted by the moonlight and looking stunning. "Feeling a little
better, are we?" he asked as he stepped out onto the balcony, curled his
arm around his lover's waist and pulled him close.

"I really do love you, Eric," Andrew said, wrapping his arm around Eric as
well. "I wish there was more that I could do to express how much I
appreciate you and what you mean to me..."

"Shhh... you don't owe me anything. I know you appreciate me, and you love
me, and that's all I want."

The two boys stood there gazing out over the ocean, comfortable in their
silence, simply holding each other.

* * * *

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, once we cross this barrier,
there's no going back," Mark whispered in his sister's ear.

Megan leaned in and kissed him, their tongues dancing with one
another. Breaking it off, she looked deep into his eyes and whispered back,
"Mark, I have never wanted something more in my life than I want you at
this very moment." He smiled in return.

With that, she moved forward, reached between her legs, grasped her
brother's stiff prick and guided it towards her opening. Lowering herself
slowly, they gasped in unison as she impaled herself upon him, inch by
inch. Mark couldn't believe how tight and warm she was.

Lower and lower she went until their pelvis bones made contact with each
other. Mark pulled her close and they began kissing in earnest, feeling
complete as their two bodies became one. Her breasts pressed against his
chest, her nipples stabbing at his skin. Her soft warm sex gently squeezed
his with an involuntary spasm, causing Mark to moan into his sister's
mouth.

Megan braced her hands on Mark's chest and raised her body up, extracting
his cock from her inner sanctum before lowering again, and slowly the two
began to find a rhythm, Mark raising his hips to meet her downward thrust,
and soon the noises of hot sex and moaning teens filled the small
cabin. His thick member stretched her open wide with each entry, and she
couldn't remember ever feeling so full before. She vowed to remember this
feeling for the rest of her life, the first time she and her brother made
love - and she was certain it wouldn't be the last time, either.

Suddenly, Megan squealed and came. Mark's cock felt like it was in a
vice. Her back went ramrod straight as her sex throbbed, milking her
brother's cock, and it was all Mark could do not to come right then. Juices
from her pussy flooded out of her, streamed down his cock and dripped off
his balls onto the carpet. After what felt like an eternity, her orgasm
subsided, and they took a moment to breathe. In the 14 years they had lived
together, they had never felt so close to one another, and both teens knew
that things at home would be forever changed, that the new bond forged
between them would last far beyond the end of the cruise. The love they
shared for each other had now surpassed that of brother and sister.

Gradually resuming their thrusting, they resumed the groove they had found
that pleased them both. Reaching up, Mark cupped his sister's tits in his
hands, gently tweaking her nipples as they fucked. Megan panted, her head
thrown back as she rode her brother's cock like a cowgirl, adrenaline
coursing through her body.

Megan's hand slipped off her brother's slick chest, soaked with
perspiration. The two siblings found themselves nose-to-nose again, and
they burst out laughing. Mark kissed her again, his probing tongue meeting
hers as their sweaty bodies made full contact, his cock still inside of his
sister. His hands roamed over her back and eventually found themselves
squeezing her ass. As he brushed a finger over her asshole, her back
stiffened involuntarily and she moaned into his mouth. Rubbing her entrance
gently, she writhed on top of him, and Mark made a mental note to
investigate this later.

Resuming their lovemaking again, it wasn't long before Mark felt his orgasm
building. His breathing became ragged as his hips thrust up repeatedly,
ramming his prick into his sister again and again. With one last thrust, he
grabbed her hips and held her steady as he unleashed the largest load of
cum he had ever produced into his sister's waiting sex, which pushed her
over the edge as well. Her body shook like a plucked string as the two
siblings shared an orgasm, his cock throbbing as he spurted stream after
stream of his hot seed. Her pussy milked him for all he was worth,
squeezing out every last drop before they collapsed in a heap of sweaty
flesh onto the couch. They lay there breathing heavily for a few minutes,
basking in the afterglow of their shared climax.

"Wow," Mark said, catching his breath.

"Wow," Megan agreed.

They kissed each other gently as his cock slowly wilted inside of
her. Eventually, he became soft enough that his dick popped out, bringing a
puddle of semen and pussy juice with it, pooling in his pubic hair. With a
wet slurpy noise as she peeled her body away from his, Megan slowly sat up
and looked into her brother's eyes once again.

"I love you, Mark," she said.

"I love you too, sis," he replied. "I think we could both use a shower," he
added, and with a twinkle in his eye, "want to see if we can both fit in
there?"



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