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Written: 12 March 2018
Holidaying With Mum's Boyfriend by Isabella Story Code: M/F, M+/F, M/f, f/f, Group, Incest, Sisters, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Underage Sex Before I can really get into my story, I have to explain a little about my family first. We never really had the usual happy family that everyone dreams about, Dad was a reasonably successful salesman but that meant long trips away from home, leaving me, my mother and my twin sister on our own for long periods. That wouldn't have been so bad if he was only away for two or three weeks but my mother had a big problem if my father wasn't around for more than 3 weeks, she turned into a 'Junk Yard Dog' and began sniffing around other men. My father put up with it for many years, the occasional 'Other Man' servicing my mother but shortly after my fourteenth birthday it came to a head, my dad had been away for six weeks and he got home early and found me and my sister playing alone on the park. My dad was instantly alerted because...normally our mother would never let me and sister play out on the park without her looking on from the park bench...and today, she wasn't in sight. I heard my dad's car's wheels spin and he sped off towards our house. Me and Dawn ran full pelt for home, we knew that our mother was having a party at home but no idea just how big a party. We got there just as my dad was kicking four men out of the house and some of the men were still getting dressed as they left. We walked in the house holding hands, mum was on the floor in the living room, she was naked, she was drunk and it looked like she was swimming in a sea of spunk. Dad was up in their bedroom packing his bags and then he was gone. Mum had to start working because her maintenance from our father didn't support us and the government wouldn't pay out because me and my sister were over twelve years old. Mum got a job in a travel agents, she was cleaning the back offices, making tea and coffee, running errands and keeping the stationery order up to date. About every fourth week my mum would come home with a new boyfriend, Dawn and I would be sent to the cinema, the museum, the swimming pool or the park. Mum went sex crazy for two or three days and then there would be a big bust-up and things would go back to normal again. It was a little like dad was still here, just away on a sales trip. Dawn and I were physically exact copies of each other but emotionally we had subtle differences, I was pathologically desperate to be the same as Dawn, to be close to her, to be her. Dawn wasn't so... We shared the same room, even though we could have had separate bedrooms, we dressed the same, I wouldn't even let mum put our initials in our clothes because, even though no one would see the labels, I would know there was a difference. I'd say that I was like our father, I was calm, I was measured, steady. Dawn was like mum, she was fiery, moody and irrational, her moods came in waves, cyclical just like our mother's needs for sexual fulfilment. The sort of thing that Dawn would do was get up in the middle of the night, cut off her long hair with scissors and then go back to bed, just to see my reaction in the morning as I fought to cut my hair in exactly the same way. About once a month she would tell me that she wanted to move into a bedroom of her own but she never did, she just said it to upset me. Two days before Christmas mum's boss, Brian, from the travel agents, brought her home from work. It was too late to send me and Dawn out to the park or anywhere else. They sat drinking before we went to bed and after, they both got drunk and ended up sleeping all night...well, not sleeping all night, if you know what I mean! Colour us surprised when Brian turned up two weeks later with a new top for my mother, low cut, very sexy, mother tried it on without her bra on, Brian loved the sight of my mother's thirty-eight 'D' cup breasts wobbling around in the sexy top and they went out for the evening. We heard them return at two o'clock in the morning, the whole bloody street heard them! On the thirtieth of January Brian turned up again, this time Dawn and I were sent to the cinema for the evening, two fourteen year old girls sent all the way into town to the cinema on their own just so dear old mummy and Brian could get it on in bed for once. We'd never had a foreign holiday before, just day trips to the seaside or weekend breaks so when Brian turned up with tickets for a cruise that started on Saint Valentine's Day, last minute tickets, cancellations that Brian should have sold cheap to a customer but he had bought them himself, cheap tickets and his staff discount meant that we would have an all inclusive cruise for two weeks in the Caribbean for less than the price of a bed and breakfast in England. We didn't have passports so mum had just a fortnight to organise them, she had to sit all day at the passport office in Peterborough to have them made up and collect them four hours later. We flew from Luton airport to Montego Bay in Jamaica to pick up the Marella Discovery 2 bound for Panama via Costa Rica but taking thirty hours to get there. A whole day at sea without a sight of land to look forward to. Brian and mum were actually drunk on the free booze before they untied the string holding Jamaica against the side of our ship. Dawn and I were left to our own devices while they went to bed. They had a double cabin...there were some four bed cabins but they were bunk beds, not what my mother and Brian wanted at all, they had a double bed in their cabin and Dawn and I had a twin bed cabin about a hundred feet from mum and Brian's cabin on the same deck. I'd never been so hot in my life, we dressed in very thin dresses with shoestring straps, we couldn't wear bras under the dresses, Dawn and I went to dinner on our own, we did call past mum's cabin to see if she and Brian were coming to dinner with us. I knocked on their door but there was no answer, just the sound of sex wafting through the door. Lifeboat drill had taken place just as dinner was being served so eight hundred people suddenly descended on the main restaurant, we were turned away as the restaurant was full so we ate on our own in the islands restaurant on deck nine. We'd been on the go for thirty-six hours so after dinner we went straight to bed. The crossing was so rough, that coupled with the thirty-six hours without sleep and the heat, neither me nor Dawn moved from our cabin for twenty hours. We headed for dinner on day two of our holiday, attempting to eat at the main restaurant on deck four. We had to queue outside the restaurant to collect a ticket for our table, a table for two would take at least thirty minutes but they had seats at a larger table for people that liked to share so we took two of them, at the door to the restaurant a waiter guided us to table thirty-one, the dining room had powerful air-conditioning and I was beginning to regret my choice of dress as my low temperature warning indicators started pushing at the top of my dress. We were seated at our table for six, there were already four men at the table so Dawn and I filled that table. There was a lot of flirting from the men that Dawn was lapping up, there was a lot of interest in us being identical twins and even more interest when Dawn asked for wine with dinner and her cabin card was rejected, soft drinks only for the under eighteens. The meal was fantastic, not a heavy meal, nice and light, lots of fresh fish and salad, the pudding selection was a little stodgy but the portions were tiny so no problem. After dinner one of the men from our table walked with us towards the show lounge to watch the after dinner show. His name was Gary and he sat with us in the theatre. We lasted two minutes and fifteen seconds before we realised that the show was for old fogies and left. As we walked towards one of the public areas to sit and chat, Gary said, "Were you serious when you asked for wine earlier?" I pointed to Dawn and Dawn nodded her head. "The thing is, if I get you a drink and I'm seen giving it to you I'm going to be in deep shit...so, we'll have to get well out of sight before I give you the drink." I heard Gary ask for a double white rum at the Atrium Bar and he gestured to Dawn to go over to the glass elevator. Dawn was so keen she almost ran to the lift and I had to move doubly fast to get in the same lift as Dawn and Gary. We went up to deck ten, there was an incredibly strong wind, the ship was running at twenty knots because we had to travel five hundred and sixty miles to get to the first port, Santa Marts in Columbia. We were running into a headwind of thirty five miles an hour so on deck ten there was the equivalent of a sixth mile an hour wind. Deck ten was well screened but still, a sixty mile an hour wind made it difficult to walk. Gary was leading Dawn to follow him, holding the drink just out of her reach, he walked...staggered forwards against the wind, just short of the very front of the ship there was a stairway up onto a small sun deck, again, well screened from the wind, inside another screen so the second screen actually did work, cutting the wind to almost nothing. I'd never felt a wind that was so powerful as well as being so hot, it was thirty degrees centigrade. Dawn was given the glass of white rum and she took a massive swallow. I watched dawn drink the whole glass of rum and then get into a wrestling match with Gary on a sun lounger that he'd untied from the stack on the small sundeck. I watched Dawn take her dress and knickers off. I watched her lose her maidenhead, watched her blood cover Gary's cock and as they fucked on the sun lounger all I could thing about was that she was different to me now, I had an intact hymen and she didn't. Gary also gave Dawn three love bites on her collarbone, another difference. "Gary mate, where..." A head appeared above the stairs. "...Mark told me he saw you heading up here, he didn't mention the ladies though!" It was Harry, he was sharing a cabin with Gary but when Gary came to the show lounge with Dawn and me, Harry had gone to lose fifty quid in the casino between Islands bar and the atrium on deck four. I wasn't really interested in having sex, I wasn't interested in boys really at all...most of my focus was on Dawn rather than the rest of life passing me by. Dawn had lost her cherry, Dawn had lost her blood on a man's cock and that made her different to me so now I would have to do the same and I wouldn't be able to get to sleep until I did. I looked up into Harry's eyes as he towered over me. There was a kiss, there was a fumble around my breasts but Harry wasn't really into fucking me in front of Gary and Dawn so I had to take the lead, I placed Harry's mouth on my collarbone in the exact position that Dawn had one of her three love bites, she laughed at me as I made Harry suck my neck like a vampire to mark my skin the way that Dawn's was marked. Harry wanted to take me somewhere private to do what I wanted him to do to me but I insisted that we did it in front of Dawn at the very least, just so I could keep an eye on her and what she was getting up to. I have to say that I was actually grateful when a rain squall drove us inside, into the main area of the ship, into the light and under the scrutiny of the crew and other passengers. Gary and Harry kept a respectful distance from us after that. The fun over Dawn and I went to bed in our own little cabin. There was no clock, there was no window so once we were asleep we had no way of checking the time. I heard voices in the passageway outside our cabin's door, voices and the sound of toilets flushing, showers running, morning coughing. I turned the light on and got a shock, there wasn't one head on Dawn's pillow but two, she'd somehow got out in the middle of the night, found Mark, one of the three friends cruising together. I still didn't know what the time was but the ship had stopped moving about, stopped pitching as it climbed the waves, stopped rolling under the influence of the swell and the drone of the engines had died down, we must have already arrived in Columbia. I didn't know what time of day it was...I knew though that it was time to pee. I went into the little bathroom and sat on the toilet. I didn't lock the door, I wasn't used to having to. As I started to 'Toilet' the door opened and a very naked Mark walked in, he pointed his cock at me for a second and then changed his mind, he turned towards the shower and allowed his stream to flow into the shower tray. I'd never seen the like of it before, I was shocked to the very marrow. Mark dressed quickly, Dawn wrapped her naked body in a bedsheet and looked out into the passageway to make sure the coast was clear before Mark ran from our cabin to his own. Dawn was cackling maniacally as she closed the door, her covering sliding to the floor exposing her naked body. I'd stopped my toilet while Mark pissed on the floor of the shower and I'd just started again when Dawn bounced into the bathroom and she bounced right onto my lap, straddling my knees, her knees either side of my hips. I suddenly had a panic, remembering what I'd seen, Mark pointing his cock at me momentarily as if he was going to piss on me. "Dawn...don't you dare!" "I'm not going to piss on you, you silly bugger..." Dawn's mouth covered my neck, just under my ear and she started to give me a love bite. "...I knew that once you saw my neck you'd have to get a matching brand so I decided to do it for you...oh, what the hell, I told Mark to piss on you but he chickened out!" "Well, I'm not going to use that shower until it's been cleaned with bleach and..." I was cut short by a feeling of warmth trickling down between my thighs. I bucked and pushed at my sister to get her off my lap. My upper legs and lower abdomen were covered in my sister's pee. I dragged my nighty off and jumped into the shower to wash myself. "Thought that you weren't going to use the shower until it had been bleached!" I loved my sister for around twenty three days of the month but for five days, I could happily kill her, the five days when she was like my mother, irrational, irresponsible and wild. Sadly, our first foreign holiday had started on the very day that my sister had entered her mad section of her menstrual cycle. I had to sit naked until Dawn dressed because I knew that if I dressed first she would put something different on. We went up to breakfast at Forty Seven Degrees restaurant on deck four, the restaurant we'd eaten at the night before. Outside the door Dawn asked for table thirty-one again, the little red cross on the top of our ticket indicating that we were sharing the table. They insisted on guiding us to our table even though we could remember exactly where it was. We were greeted by Sanjay, our South Asian waiter from the evening before who sat us facing the window to look out at the beautiful view over Santa Marta...or rather a not so beautiful view of a coal yard, a zillion tons of coal waiting to be loaded on a ship. Sanjay pointed out a ship being held off by a tug in the outer bay. "Young madams, you can see the anger on the face of the coal carrier's captain. If he had been just a little swifter in his approach he would have been standing here right now filling his ship's belly with coal and we would be at anchor out in the bay having to take tender boats to shore right now." I looked at the dirt and grime, I took in the water being sprayed over the piles of coal to prevent fire and the huge loading head at the side of our gangplank. Apart from the thirty degrees of heat and the blinding sunshine, we could have been at Skegness. An elderly couple was brought to our table, they sat with their backs to the coal field. There was a round of introductions, I'd have to describe the man as a player, he was flirting with Dawn and me right in front of his wife. As soon as our introductions were over and the flirting had subsided a little two more people filled our table, two elderly ladies. Ron started flirting all over again, the ladies looked like sisters but were just life-long friends, holidaying without their husbands. Dawn was looking at her phone, we had a pay as you go sims in our phones, Dawn had assumed that as soon as we reached sight of land we'd get service, she said, "I've never been out of contact for this long in my life, I'm going to have to pay for the internet on the ship to get my messages." Ron looked shocked, I had to use the ships internet last night, cost me twenty quid just to get one email in, if you need the internet you can either follow the crew when you get off the ship, they'll know where all the free wi-fi hot spots are around the port or just go into town and use the wi-fi in a cafe or bar." Sanjay treated us like Royalty, apparently the fact that Dawn had asked for table thirty-one as a preference had been logged and would go against Sanjay as a good mark on his record. We watched thirty coaches turn up to take passengers on various trips around Santa Marta. Dawn and I weren't going on a trip so we joined the three hundred or so passengers that would take the free shuttle bus from the ship, through the coal yard and out of the port gates before reversing into a side street in front of a car park just outside the port. The map that we'd picked up from destination services on deck five said that it was a twenty minute walk into the commercial centre of Santa Marta so we set off, following the map but we spotted one of the crew from our ship and started following him instead. We followed the sailor to a small bar, there was a large table outside the bar with seven women sitting in the sun in traditional national dress. one of the ladies was older than the rest, a good forty years older, she was the one the sailor spoke to. We stood watching from the shade of a palm tree. They pointed to the third girl from the left, handed over a few American dollars and took the young girl into the bar. Dawn was almost on the run...heading straight into the bar, she ordered a cola and I caught up to Dawn just as the seaman took the young girl into a back room. Dawn got as close as she could to the door that the seaman had just gone through and we could hear the faint sounds of sex through the wooden door. Columbian men came and went, some came in with girls from the table outside and some came in and hit on me and Dawn. We didn't see anything else of Santa Marta, just the inside of a low rent bar. I was certain that Dawn was going to accept the offer from one of the men looking to pay for sex but what was on her mind was talking to the seaman that was using a prostitute in the back room. It had looked like he had paid around thirty or forty American dollars for the girl and that seemed to have given him her body for several hours. I refused about a hundred offers to buy me a drink, Dawn seemed to have accepted every one and was sozzled. When the door to the little back room finally opened and the large sailor walked out we could see the girl was lying on the bed face down, she was naked and she was black and blue, it looked like her wrists were tied behind her back with a scarf. Dawn almost tripped the sailor up as he walked past us, she invited him to have a drink with us. Dawn wanted the man to tell her everything about what he'd just done to the girl in the back room but I didn't hear any of their conversation as I had been pulled out of my seat and had been dragged onto the dance floor by a middle-aged man who was jabbering at me in Spanish as we danced in front of a large speaker. We sat with the sailor on the next shuttle bus back to the ship, he kept looking at the two of us, shaking his head and giggling to himself, obviously Dawn had promised the man something for later in the cruise to get his story out of him. At the ship the security Ghurkha at the dockside pointed to the hand sanitizers and then asked to see our ID cards, it was overkill really as we'd had to show them to get on the bus and again at the gateway into the port, a Columbian police man or soldier had stepped on the bus and we'd all had to hold our cruise cards over our heads for him to give them a quick look. At the top of the stairs another security Ghurkha wanted to see our cruise cards, front and back, he scanned the back of my card and got a warning beep, according to this, you're already on the ship. He looked closely at my picture and then at my face, my sister looked up to see what the holdup was and the Ghurkha did a double take, two passengers with the same face trying to get on his ship. He scanned Dawn's card, she was also registered as still being on board. We had to stand to one side while the security guard interrogated his computer. I had, apparently, never left the ship while Dawn had left the ship at ten-oh-five and ten seconds later she had, apparently, returned to the ship. The Ghurkha's face looked more relaxed, Dawn had been double scanned when we left the ship while I hadn't been scanned off the ship at all. There was a radioed discussion between the security guard and the crew captain to find out who was on security at the gangplank at ten o'clock. As Dawn and I rushed past the hospital doorway towards the bag scanner and metal detector I had a feeling that there would be one less security guard for supper tonight, the man who'd made the error would either have committed suicide for his error or he would be hanging from the highest yardarm on the ship. There was a knock on our cabin door as we were getting ready for dinner, I opened the door and a maintenance man was standing there with a toolbox, "Air-conditioning problem madam?" It was warm in our cabin but after being out in the Columbian sun and over thirty degrees centigrade our cabin at twenty-four degrees felt like a fridge to me. I stepped away from the door and the man dropped a screwdriver between the door and the frame to stop it closing, he closed the door onto the screwdriver and put his toolbox down behind the door to stop it opening. He suddenly launched himself at me, hands pulling at my clothes, lips seeking mine out. I pushed him away and looked to Dawn to help me, she was lying on her bed, pulling her knickers down...she obviously knew that my attacker was coming. I managed to get his attention and pointed at my sister, she had her arms out and her legs wide open, inviting the maintenance man to fuck her. He apologised and moved over to Dawn, stripping his navy blue overalls off as he went. I sat in front of the mirror brushing my hair and as I did, over my shoulder I could see Dawn and the Vietnamese man fucking. It wasn't a marathon...more a sprint, he had to fuck Dawn and get back to work before his supervisor missed him. Dawn didn't put her knickers on to go to dinner so mine had to stay in the cabin as well. In the lift Dawn said, "What if my baby turns out to be brown?" "What...what baby?" "Well, I'm fucking every man I can on this holiday and without contraception, I'm bound to get pregnant and even if you get pregnant as well, your baby would be a totally different colour from mine." We walked past our mother's cabin just for hell of it, I knocked on her door and was totally surprised to find mum was ready to go to dinner...mother was but Brian was still in bed sleeping off a mammoth drinking and fucking session. We were three for dinner and again Dawn asked if table thirty-one was free. We were joined by Harry, Mark and Gary, their fourth friend sat on another shared table. Again Sanjay treated me and Dawn like we were princesses, the men were cracking jokes that hinted at what had passed between us the day before but not quite detailing what we'd done for our mother's education. Mother for her part was flirting with all three men. During our starters the ship was made ready to sail. As our main course was delivered we started to move sideways away from the coal loading head. We reversed out of the harbour but before we'd passed the container area of the port the coal ship that had waited patiently all day out in the bay slipped into the space we'd left behind. I ate gammon steak and fries as the massive loading head moved into position and a cloud of coal dust flew into the air as coal started flowing into the other ship's belly. As Sanjay cleared our plates away the light's of Santa Marta slipped away behind us as the world sailed past us. Mum asked me for my cruise card and then excused herself, saying she was too full for a pudding, I saw her wink at the three men at our table and she said, "I'm going to have a little lie down in..." She had to look at my card to read my cabin number to tell the men where she'd be. Fortunately out on deck nine they were playing a film on the massive TV screen in front of the pool so Dawn and I went out on deck to watch the film, we didn't have a seat though, we joined the other cinema freaks sitting on the bund surrounding the swimming pool to keep the pool water in and small children out. We sat out the film, ninety minutes should have been long enough for our mother to finish off with the three men. Dawn opened our cabin door to find mum being fucked by three men at the same time, one in each hole. Dawn and I slipped into my bed to sleep as best we could while our mother was having her orgy. It was a good thing that mum had picked Dawn's bed to entertain the men in as I doubted that Dawn would have let me share with her if mum had been using my bed. Dawn, being in her mad part of her cycle couldn't resist having a go at me as we lay in my single bed together, masturbating me in the darkness as our mother looked after three men. On day three of our holiday we woke to find Cartagena had snuggled up to the side of our ship. We were inside a container port but one pier had been left without cranes, the pier closest to the port's entrance and our ship was on the left birth and a P&O ship had slithered onto the right hand berth. The P&O ship had been doing almost the same cruise as us, actually, it had gone the other way round, the way our cruise should have gone. There was a mobile crane moving into place at the side of the P&O ship, we watched it being set up as we ate breakfast. As we left the ship there was a safety cordon around the crane and the men working from a 'Man lift' working platform. Dawn's friend the Maintenance man was painting parts of the hull with a roller on a long pole and Dawn sidled up to him to ask if he knew what they were doing to the P&O ship. "They were in Port Lemon in Costa Rica two days ago when we should have been there, the sea was so rough that the passengers couldn't get ashore and as they sat looking at the port the rough seas damaged some windows at the front of the ship and one of their lounges had been closed for two days until they could get to a safe port to have the windows repaired. We had a short lecture on Cartagena, it was one of the most lawless cities in the world. We were asked to stay with the guides and not to stray into any of the non-tourist parts of the city alone. We were taken by coach out to the fort on the imaginatively named Calle Thirty-nine. I saw at least five police cars and two army trucks full of soldiers waiting for any trouble to start. We were one of thirty coaches at the fort and after twenty minutes, we all moved in a convoy to the old city wall. Our thirty coaches added to a bunch of coaches that were already in the old city. It looked like the whole city was just one massive tourist attraction and all the Columbians that we met were all working in the tourist industry. As our guide showed us the points of interest we noticed that every corner on the outer circumference of the tourist area had two police officers standing there, looking out and everyone approaching from the outside was challenged and their IDs checked as well as a weapons check. On the flip side, the police were also turning tourists around and sending them back into the tourist area. A man stepped out of the crowd and spoke to our guide, at our security briefing earlier we'd been given a 'Safe' word, if our guide called that word out we had to cluster around him as closely as we could. He announced the safe word and we all almost ran to his side, we were moved through a gazillion other tourists back to our coach and we were driven to the old fort's powder magazine where thirty one shops had been set up inside the six hundred year old building that was designed to hold gunpowder. Our coach was directed to gallery number three at the furthest end of the tourist trap. Again, the number of police and soldiers surrounding the attraction was both worrying as well as comforting. Mum, Dawn and I were at gallery number twenty-one looking at T-shirts when we heard our 'Safe' word and almost ran to gallery number three again. It took us so long to reach gallery number three that our group had gone. We heard rapid Spanish tumbling out of a dozen walky-talky loud speakers, a man stepped out of a doorway, he asked us if we were from bus number seven from the Marella Discovery cruise ship. Mum nodded her head, the man pulled his walky-talky out of his pocket and reported in. Our guide came running and collected the three of us and as he did another coach was called forward by the man who had 'Found' us. We were dropped at the gate of the port to walk through the gate. The working party on the P&O ship had asked for all coach activity to be held up while they handled the sheets of glass on the dockside. The sign said 'Duty Free' but it lied. The shop was massive but it was empty. The sign that said animals wasn't lying, there was a menagerie around the port's entrance, all kinds of birds and animals that could be found in the Columbian countryside. We spent so long looking at the animals that we were the last four people back to the ship. The security Ghurkha scanned our cruise cards and then reported to the captain that all passengers were now aboard. We returned to our cabin to drop our bags off just as the captain announced that we were leaving early as everyone had made it back early and as an extra bonus, he would be sailing across the lagoon close to the modern city of Cartagena, the safest way to see the modern city. Day four would see us in Panama, we were booked on a ferry to travel from the midpoint of the Panama Canal on a transit through to the Pacific Ocean. And then a bus ride back to the Carabbean Sea. But before then, there was another dinner and another opportunity for my sister to fuck her way through every man on the ship. 5,938 Words.
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