Boat Trick

Morgan - Spring Break 2025

"You have your passport and sunscreen, right?" Ava asked for what had to be the forty-fifth time this morning as she paced around the hotel room.

"Of course." Morgan rolled her eyes and showed off her passport. "It's adorable how flustered you get on vacation." She shook her head at her sister.

"I usually let Mason be the worry wort." Ava sighed as she checked under the bed for any lost socks or wayward charging cables.

"Your husband was very calm this morning." Usually, Mason was the one pacing nervously when they were on trips.

"We were sharing a room, so I couldn't use my typical destress method." Ava grinned as Morgan blushed. "Think he's only calm because I'm not. One of us has to be the level-headed one!"

"How's sharing a cabin for two weeks going to work?" Morgan shook her head. Ava and Mason were busy trying to conceive after their fifth wedding anniversary.

"It's a suite! If it weren't, same as how things worked for Mason and me in college. Watch out for the sock on the door." Ava shrugged.

"Sexiled on my vacation!"

"One that you're going on for free!" Ava giggled. Their parents were financing the excursion for their two girls and Mason.

"I got us a shuttle." Mason walked back into the room. Ava's husband was tall and thickly built. Knowing that he'd played linebacker in high school and a couple of years in college made perfect sense the first time you saw him. Despite his intimidating size, Mason was a teddy bear and treated her sister right. The family liked her choice of mate. Close-clipped dark hair and permanent stubble made him appear more rugged than his office job and laid-back personality.

"Thanks, babe." Ava slid over to him and kissed him on his cheek. There was something nervous about her movements, but Morgan couldn't put her finger on it.

"Can I take your bags?" Mason offered.

"I can get mine, but maybe you should grab Morgan's bag. She hasn't learned to pack light yet."

"You might teach her something about that on the cruise," Mason said as he grabbed Morgan's large suitcase and blushed a little.

Something's going on with these two.

Morgan thought but didn't call it out. She was still rattled by pulling a thread a few years ago and accidentally revealing that her sister and now brother-in-law had snuck off for some hanky-panky when they were dating, and he came home with her for family Christmas. Another time, Morgan illuminated the pair's nudist tendencies before they were ready to tell anyone else.

The shuttle only held the three of them as it trundled over to the port. On Morgan's last cruise experience, the transport from the hotel had been standing room only.

Maybe we didn't stay at the cruise line's preferred hotel.

She tried to reconcile the differences.

"That's the ship?" Morgan asked as the shuttle pulled down the pier. It was substantially smaller than the boat that her family had cruised on a few years ago. Morgan looked at the other piers in the area, and the ship was around the same size.

Maybe our last cruise liner was just a giant.

"Smaller and more personalized. Also, all-inclusive this time!" Ava nodded. "This is going to be fun."

There was a line onto the gangway where the captain and crew were checking tickets and documents. Oddly, there were no groups of passengers on the deck getting their bearings before the ship left. People liked to wave goodbye as they left port, and no one was. She'd seen a line of people filtering onto the boat, but no one once embarked.

"Have your passport out. I've got the tickets on my phone." Ava nodded as she tapped her passport on her iPhone to illustrate her point.

"Still don't know why I couldn't put my ticket on my phone." Morgan shook her head. It was odd, but Ava was probably worried that Morgan would lose the phone and her ticket.

At least ten years have passed since I lost my phone.

Ava never forgot Morgan losing a phone that she begged for after a few months.

"It's fine, baby sister." Ava shut her down. Her tone wasn't typical.

Beyond the crew welcoming them, the view darkened as no one could be seen once they stepped on the ship. Morgan hadn't seen kids or families running around like on her first cruise, but Ava had told her that this excursion was strictly for adults.

"Tickets and passports ready, please."

"Welcome aboard. There's a changing room right inside." The attendant who checked their tickets motioned for them to step inside. "Careful on the main deck until we're at sea."

"Changing room?" Morgan couldn't figure out why it was needed.

"Remember the rules on the ship. They're not optional." The captain gave Morgan a stern glare.

"We signed the paperwork." Ava nodded and shoved Morgan forward.

"Hey, you don't need to be so pushy!" Morgan tutted. She had to walk through the door, and then another before the sight ahead of her stopped her in her tracks. The couple that had ducked in before them was stripping out of their clothes. "What's going on?" Morgan tried to turn around, but Ava and Mason pushed her forward.

"For fuck's sake, Ava! Did you tell her!?" Mason rolled his eyes at his wife.

"Tell me what!?" Morgan felt her heart race. Her fight-or-flight response was choosing to flee, but getting through Mason and down the gangway might not be easy.

"Nope, ripping off the Band-Aid." Ava giggled but also turned beet red, like she'd been caught doing something as a child. The crowd behind them surged forward and forced them into the changing room.

The couple that stepped into the room in front of them were now stark naked. They zipped their clothing in their luggage and headed out the other side, bags dragging behind them.

"It's an all-inclusive cruise with all the fun things I showed you, but it's also a naked excursion, Morgan!" Ava pulled off her top as soon as they got into the changing area. "Hurry up! There's a line."

"My fucking nudist sister!" Morgan fumed. "Did you forge my signature on the paperwork?"

Ava responded with a shrug and a smirk.

"Makes sense why I don't see anyone on the boat. Don't think this state allows public nudity!"

"I remember having a partner in crime before Mason!" Ava stepped out of her yoga pants.

"Sorry, I thought she told you, and you were on board." Mason blushed as he pulled off his T-shirt. He'd evidently been preparing all winter for the cruise, as all the excess flab he had last summer was now toned. "Thought you had to sign the paperwork."

"It's been years, Ava!"

"Exactly! You can either get naked, sis, or go beg to be let off. Two weeks in paradise or spend your time trying to get back home." Ava shrugged out of her bra. Her breast reduction had done wonders for her figure. She'd never been shy before, but now she wanted to show off.

"I can't believe you didn't tell her," Mason grumbled and shook his head.

"She would've weaseled out of having a good time, and she needs this after Tommy!" Ava invoked the name of the bastard ex that had broken Morgan's heart so thoroughly that it was only partial remains half-heartedly stitched together a year later. "Not like you don't see Mason and I comfy all the time." Ava took off her panties and folded her clothes. She'd gotten waxed in the last couple of months.

Mason and Ava were nudists. As long as the guests in their home were aware of their predilections, they did everything in the nude. Morgan had gotten used to it, but being stuck on a ship together was different.

"Should've known you two would find a way..."

"Not like we wouldn't have been naked in our cabin, anyway." Mason shrugged as he stripped the last of his modesty.

"Choose, sis, nude up or jump back on the pier." Ava had a wicked smile as the sound of the gangway retracting echoed through the changing room.

"Shit." Morgan shook her head. Every hint was coming together. The sparse shuttle service, Ava's nervousness, and even her sister's playing coy about parts of preparations.

She was probably nervous that she was cutting the shuttle too close.

"Free cruise! You just have to pull your tits out!" Ava laughed as she put her and Mason's clothes in their rolling bag.

"I'm doing this under extreme protest, Ava Duchess!" Morgan invoked her sister's peculiar middle name as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. Her red locks were an instant giveaway that she and Ava were biologically half-sisters, though they never felt that way as they grew up. Morgan's fair skin and red hair didn't come from the same combination of DNA as Ava's eternal tan and raven mane.

"You'll get used to it!" Ava cackled.

"You'll get used to my foot kicking your ass!" Morgan grumbled as she pulled off her shirt. One blessing of having different fathers was that Morgan hadn't gotten the same genes that made Ava's breasts too large and gave her back issues. Morgan's pair were large, without getting outrageous, but still perky.

"Maybe for a day or two, but you'll be thanking me by the time we disembark!"

"Makes sense now that you took me to get waxed." Morgan shook her head. "Thought it was just about looking good in my tiny bikini!" Other groups were moving through the spacious changing room faster than theirs.

"She made me go, too." Mason shook his head. "Apparently, my razor wasn't good enough." Ava and Mason didn't want any stray short and curlies, so they both took care to groom their nethers. Mason shrugged after he pulled off his briefs. Ava was a lucky woman for far more reasons than her husband's endowment, but it didn't hurt.

"There, I'm naked. Happy now?" Morgan threw her hands wide to show off. She wasn't a fan of the bright tan lines, but two weeks of paradise was calling.

"You will be soon. Come on, let's look at the ship! At least the parts we can get to before we get away from civilization."

Coming out of the changing room, there were paths to the staterooms and cabins and others up the stairs that led to the recreation parts of the ship. The three wheeled their luggage to their cabin before exploring. The boat was chocked full of attractive people, mostly in pairs, walking hand in hand through the spacious corridors.

Morgan had been hoping that the suite would have a pair of bedrooms, but the two queens were in the same room. The suite referred to a small sitting room, but there was a spacious bathroom with a sumptuous-looking shower.

Once their things were stowed, Ava led them on the grand tour, or at least most of it. The outer sections of the deck were cordoned off with opaque barriers so as not to break any local public indecency laws. There were a pair of swimming pools. One was in use as walls surrounded it while being open to the sunny skies. This one had a swim-up bar on one side, and groups were putting all-inclusive drinks to the test before they left port.

"This isn't always a nude ship," Ava explained as they looked around. "They lease it from one of the other cruise lines a few times a year." There was a plethora of recreation choices, from pickleball to exercise rooms. "Take a towel everywhere you go. There are stacks in every room if you forget, but always sit on a towel."

"I know the nudist rules." Morgan rolled her eyes. Back in college, she used to participate, but she grew out of it.

"Don't need you embarrassing me around my people," Ava teased.

The ship was much larger than it appeared from the outside, but perhaps Morgan had unfairly compared it to the absolute monster they had cruised on with the whole family a few years ago. The staff was a mixture of clothed, which would break the rules if they were guests, and nude, like the passengers. Though, no matter what, they wore at least the barest of accessories that included a color-coded lanyard and name tag. It looked like anyone handling food had to be clothed, but not the bartenders.

"This is nice and all. However, I'm going to spend my two weeks in the cabin reading," Morgan said at the end of the tour.

"Wait! We need to go get our smart bands!" Ava grabbed her hand and stopped Morgan's retreat.

"Smart bands?" Morgan stopped and raised an eyebrow.

"Uh-huh, you won't want to carry your purse everywhere, and it's how you pay for everything and unlock the cabin."

"I thought it was all-inclusive." Morgan raised the other eyebrow.

"It is, but a quick scan when you order is how they track inventory and make sure that you aren't just handing out drinks. Not everyone paid for the all-inclusive pass like Mom and Dad did," Ava explained. Dad referred to Morgan's biological father, who had raised them both. Ava had never even met the man who gave her half her DNA.

"You can also communicate with it through the ship's network. It's some neat tech." Mason went into a full explanation as they crossed the ship again. He was a gadget nerd.

Morgan spaced out most of Mason's nerding as she took in her surroundings. People were all friendly, smiling and waving. Morgan gave them a courteous wave and a subtle nod. No one seemed to stare or ogle her, but she still felt uncomfortable. Unlike her sister and brother-in-law, Morgan hunched a little and tried to cover her nudity. They were standing tall and proud as they walked.

Once they had their exceptional watches that worked as keys to their cabins and credited their all-inclusive for all purchases, Morgan made good on disappearing into their cabin. She had books to read with her e-reader. Her bed, under the covers, was a comfortable spot. Once they were well away from shore, she spent part of her time out on her cabin's balcony, trying to get her tan lines to fade.

For the first day, Morgan seethed at her lack of agency.

I can't believe Ava would surprise me like this.

She tried to let go of the anger so she could enjoy the first vacation she'd been on since she started her MBA program. Blowing up at Ava would feel good, but only for a few minutes. She loved her sister even when she made it difficult. It didn't hurt that Ava repeatedly apologized once they were at sea and Mason wasn't in the suite.

Morgan only emerged from the cabin for long enough to take a walk through the ship a few times a day and get food or drinks to take back to her haven. Ava and Mason were rarely in the cabin, out enjoying themselves and flaunting their bodies like it was no big deal. Morgan knew she was attractive, but had no desire to join in the revelry.

On the third day, Ava gave her an ultimatum. "Go out and have some fun, Morgan, or I'll throw you out! You can't spend two weeks in our cabin reading."

"There'll be excursions to go to in a couple of days!" Morgan sighed. The planned excursions off the ship were a mixture of their own private, nude resorts, and other places where the people had to be clothed. Those were the ones that Morgan was looking forward to.

"Well, I won't give you a choice! I'm ovulating, and Mason's going to put a baby in me. I don't think you want to stick around for that."

"Damn it, Ava." Morgan shook her head.

"Don't think you can just go out on the balcony or the other room. The soundproofing is good between the cabins but not within, and Mason makes me scream." Ava gave her a lopsided grin.

"FINE!" Morgan fumed. "I'll give you two a few hours, but that's it!"

Mason was standing awkwardly in the room, with a towel in front of him, but not entirely concealing his excited state. He was blushing hard. "Sorry, my anatomy is kinda stupid, and he knows what's in store for him." He said while looking down at the floor.

"Let me get my book and put on sunscreen before you two grunt at each other."

"Thought you'd need something from in there. That's the only reason I'm not hiding in the bathroom." Mason shook his head, but wouldn't meet Morgan's eyes.

"Good looking out." Morgan forced a laugh as she grabbed her bag, sunscreen, and an extra towel. She couldn't help taking a curious glance in the mirror to check out Mason's endowment. She'd never seen him erect before, and the man thought he was blocking her view. He didn't know about his reflection.

"We'll message you on your smart band when the room's clear." Ava followed Morgan so she could engage the privacy bolt lock.

"And aired out a little, I hope." Morgan laughed.

"Yeah, sure. See you for dinner, then?"

"That thing fits in you?" Morgan whispered to her sister and pointed at Mason as discreetly as she could manage.

"Several times a day, usually. Though it takes effort and screaming, it's the fun kind." Ava gave her a shy grin. "You know not everyone on the boat's taken. You should get out there and enjoy yourself. Have you gotten any since Tommy?"

"No." Morgan blushed. "Don't think I can date in my altogether."

"Your loss. It's hard to hide things in the nude. I met Mason at a naked beach." Ava shrugged. "Now, get out of here so my husband can get me pregnant!" She laughed as she playfully pushed Morgan out the door.

"Well, shit. Guess I'm sexiled." Morgan muttered to herself. She wouldn't wait around and find out if the cabin was as soundproof as her sister thought.

Wandering the massive ship, Morgan looked for the quietest corner where she could be out of the way. She found a booth by the walled-in pool. Although a few people were hanging out in the water, it was far less hectic than the pool out in the sun near the stern. Now that they were away from land, people enjoyed being out in the sun and in view of the open sea.

The booth was a comfortable place to discretely people-watch and get into her fantasy novel that she hadn't had time to read back home.

I'll get some sun a little later in the day.

She thought. Her fair complexion burned quickly, even with liberal amounts of sunscreen. Morgan was in the shade but had enough warm sea breeze that it felt comfortable.

"Let me have a guess." A British accent pulled Morgan's attention out of her book. At first, she thought she imagined the accent as she was internally using it for characters in her book.

"Huh?"

Morgan looked up to see a gorgeous, tall woman with a skin tone somewhere between caramel and cinnamon. The light pink tint on her lips stood out boldly. She had no tan lines, posh bright pink sunglasses, and a myriad of gold jewelry. There was a loop coming out of her left nostril. Her right arm had a thick bracelet of multiple gold wristlets with her smart band somewhere in the mix. On her left, there was an intricate, curvy piece of jewelry over her biceps.

Each of the woman's small but incredibly shaped and perky breasts was skewered through the black nipple with gold barbells. Her flat, toned stomach had a gold loop at the top of her belly button. It could have been the twin for her nose ring. A glint at the top of the woman's vulva caught Morgan's attention. A pair of barbells sat on either side of the woman's clit, and she was standing in a manner that begged Morgan to stare.

Gold always seemed too flashy for Morgan; she preferred silver or white-gold to the bold look of other precious metals. On this woman's delightful skin tone, gold made the ideal contrast. Even the woman's long, black hair was held in a ponytail by a cage of gold that matched the design on her biceps. A pair of gold gladiator sandals completed the naked ensemble.

Wow, she's hot!

A part of Morgan's psyche that had been silent before screamed in her brain. She felt confused by the new feelings.

"I said, let me have a guess." The woman repeated. Morgan hadn't imagined the intriguing accent.

"Guess what?"

"You didn't know this cruise was nude before you got on the ship." The woman giggled. "May I have a seat, or are you waiting for someone?" She motioned to the far side of the corner booth.

"It's a free ship."

"I'm Ella, and you are?" The woman was even elegant in how she sat in the booth, her back straight and posture perfect.