Crystal's head pounded as she slowly woke up. The room was swaying, but then she remembered that she was on the boat. She couldn't decide how much of the movement was the boat and how much was in her mind. A few rays of sunlight streamed in from the overhead port. She felt a body next to her and gently turned her head to see Joey. They were naked on the master cabin queen bed, the sheets strewn around, half on the bed and half on the floor, attempting to tell the tale of the previous night. She slowly drank in the mess that was the cabin. The floor was strewn with discarded towels and clothing while the table at the other end of the cabin was nearly overflowing with beer bottles, a few alcohol bottles rising above them like towers. Thoughts flew through her head. Where did all that come from? How much did I drink? How are we going to be able to clean this up?
She sat up and, after stopping her head from spinning (or was it the room spinning), noticed that Nicole was face down on the other side of Joey. She, too, was naked, the gentle swell of her left breast squeezing out from under her. Her back was spotted with dried patches; Crystal had a pretty good guess as to what those were. She decided not to inspect her own naked body too closely. The bathroom door gently rocked open with the motion of the ship. On the back of the door, Crystal spied her pink robe hanging. She managed to make it over there, her feet sticking to the stained floor most of the way, and don her robe to cover her nakedness. On the way out of the cabin, up the main stairs, she spied the naked forms of Ashley and Roger on the bed in the second cabin on the lower deck. Their story was clearer; it looked as though they had fallen asleep with Roger still inside of her.
The second deck had much more natural light, and Crystal squinted fiercely into the bright world. She looked around the main deck. The galley was a mess; the blender was out and half full of margarita. She was almost tempted to pour herself a glass, but then thought better of it. The dining table was strewn with plastic cups and the TV had been left on, with Fast and Furious II paused in the middle of what appeared to be a thrilling race.
Looking around the main deck, the previous night started to come back to Crystal. She stepped out the sliding glass door to the rear deck. The cool ocean air hit her face with a refreshing blast. The breeze grabbed hold of her robe, which only came down to mid-thigh, briefly pulling open and reminding Crystal that she was very much naked under it. The damage didn't look too extreme on the deck, just some stains on the deck chair cushions, which she really hoped came from beverages and not something else. Stepping over to the starboard rail, she saw a much smaller wakeboard boat moored to their bigger boat.
As her head began to clear, and the visual reminders started to bring the previous day back to her, Crystal wondered if her sore body was due to the hang over that was slowly getting worse or the events of last night.
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Crystal's sister, Nicole, sat opposite her at their matching vanities. Both girls were putting finishing touches on their makeup, which was truly finished at least 30 minutes ago. The twins were very excited and therefore were going to extra lengths to make sure their makeup was even more flawless than usual. Though, truthfully, they usually spent much longer than necessary in their "changing room", as they called it, just enjoying sisterly company. The family had often been late to church and many a boy had been kept waiting, quite awkwardly, with Mr. Maretto downstairs thanks to this habit of the girls.
George Maretto owned a small, niche marketing agency, Maretto Messaging, which had enjoyed a good amount of success. The family was by no means rich, but many would consider them well off. Living well outside a major metropolis, they had a pretty big house with a good amount of land. George had to commute 45-60 min (depending on traffic) each way, but figured it was worth it for the house and to keep his kids out of the craziness of city life, in which he had grown up. The girls, and their older brother Joey, each had their own room. However, Crystal and Nicole had opted to share their rooms, using one room for sleeping and turning the other room, which was attached, into the changing room. They each had a vanity, on opposite sides of the room. There was a low couch under the window, which stretched nearly the length of one wall, and opposite the window was a mounted TV, which they had saved up for together thanks to their summer jobs as lifeguards.
Despite Mrs. Maretto's best attempts to keep the twins separate so that they wouldn't become socially dependent upon each other, they were as close as could be. They shared their rooms, a bathroom (Jack 'n Jill style, between the bedroom and the changing room), classes, friends, clothes, and, on occasion, boys. Sharing a room meant that the girls had no secrets from each other, including their sex lives. They constantly compared notes and stories. They certainly weren't shy about being naked in front of each other, and it was no big deal to masturbate in bed while the other was still in the room. On occasion, they had showered with each other to save time, though it hadn't ever been sexual in anyway.
There had also been times when they engaged in sexual activities in the others presence. While they had never taken this as far as having intercourse in front of each other, they had given blowjobs in front of each other once. On prom night, they had both taken their dates back to the family boat to continue the party. After having a few drinks on deck while the boat was docked, both girls had been coerced (without much trouble) in to giving their dates blowjobs out on the deck. They then proceeded to different sections of the boat to finish the evening off. On another occasion, they had been drinking at a friend's house down the street when they stumbled home rather drunk. Their parents weren't home that weekend, so they had the run of the house to themselves. They were a little two tipsy to go to sleep so made some popcorn and sat down in front of the TV. After stumbling upon some softcore, late night HBO porn, they ended up masturbating while sitting next to each other on the couch. While they hadn't done that again since, they had talked about that instance openly, both clearly comfortable with it.
Today's excitement was because Joey was finally coming home from studying abroad. He was 21, three years their senior, and studying at a rather exclusive university in England. He had attended the same prep school from which the girls had just graduated, and had developed a fascination for British history, particularly the Tudor era. That, combined with the prestige of the prep school and a sizable donation from his father's company, had secured him a spot at Cambridge University. He had fully immersed himself in his studies, and was on an accelerated track to graduate, from which he would likely go straight into graduate school. Because of this, he hadn't been able to take enough time off to justify traveling home to visit his family. His parents had been able to travel out to the UK to see him a couple of times; however Crystal and her sister had been too occupied with school and various sports to make the trip. So this would be the first time they had seen him in over three years.
The girls had traveled out there with Joey and their parents when he first moved in. But they had been very different back then. The twins that Joey had last seen at the Heathrow airport in London had been slightly gawky 15 year old girls, still in training bras and jeans that didn't fit quite right. Crystal still had braces at that point and Nicole hadn't quite figured out how to keep her hair from frizzing out. Now 18, both girls had grown into beautiful women. They were nearly identical, the only noticeable difference were their eyes. Crystal had deep grey eyes that had been described as stormy, while Nicole had bright green eyes. This was always a source of mystery, as both their parents had hazel eyes. They stayed active with both the swim team and soccer, contributing to their shapely bodies, particularly their legs. Their legs had led the charge in their growth spurt, which seemed to end at 5'7". Their breasts had grown as well, filling out 36C bras. Another mystery, as their mother was short and petite. Nicole's hair tended to be a little more naturally wavy, but both girls had light brown hair which they kept streaked with matching blond highlights. Their olive skin paid tribute to their Italian heritage and had cleared up nicely from their oily pre-teen days. They definitely turned many heads, particularly when they were together, and they were well aware of that fact. They looked forward to showing their big brother how much they had grown up.
Their mom, Janine, had gone to pick Joey up from the airport. George was very excited to show off his new boat to his son. They hadn't had a boat when Joey went off to school, so he hadn't yet seen it in person. George referred to it as his boat, but it was really a small yacht. It was just over 48' long with three decks. The top deck featured a "flying cockpit" as well as bench seating with a table and a hot tub. The second deck was entirely enclosed and housed a second cockpit, a galley, dining table, two couches and a TV. There was a back deck that had some lounge chairs. There were also sunning platforms and an integrated couch on the bow of the ship. The sleeping quarters were on the bottom deck. There were 3 rooms, two with queen beds and one with two twin beds. The "head" was also on this level. A particularly prosperous year for his business, as well as a lucrative tax cut he had received for installing solar panels on the office building, had led to an unusual splurge for him. Crystal couldn't be happier though. It was kept at a nearby marina, and the family took it out on the ocean as often as possible.
