Crystal, Nicole, and Joey were motionless as they heard the shrill feminine voice calling for permission to come on to their yacht. Joey had just fucked his sisters senseless, and evidence of that was all over. Joey was propped up on his elbows, completely naked; his 8 inch member sticking obscenely straight up, glistening with the combined juices of his twin sisters. Nicole was sprawled on her back, also completely naked. Her flimsy white bikini had long ago been tossed aside. Her breasts were rosy pink from the attention they had received and her bald pussy was swollen with Joey's cum still slipping down the soft skin onto the padded bench below. Crystal looked down to take stock of her own situation, which didn't seem as bad. Her light blue bikini top had been folded down at some point to expose most of her breasts. Her bottoms were quite askew, but nothing that couldn't be fixed quickly. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, removing the semen that Nicole hadn't gotten to, and set her bikini to rights before getting up.
"Oh fuck, who could that be?" Crystal's voice quavered with concern. They were anchored off a relatively remote island. Not that anyone else never went there, but who would be approaching their boat, asking to come aboard so late? "Come on, get up and get dressed! We need to clean up before we get caught!"
"Get caught doing what?" Nicole slurred a little. Crystal realized that her sister was much more intoxicated than she was. "We aren't doing anything wrong, we're all adults."
"This is incest you idiot! Come on, get up!"
The voice below called up again as Crystal quickly organized her thoughts.
"Ok, I'll go see what they want. Obviously, they can't know that you are our brother. Joey, we met you at a college recruiting event that you are in town for. You go to University of Florida. You are not our brother!"
As her siblings started to stir, Crystal rushed down the stairs to the main deck. Her mind was spinning as she lept down the spiral staircase. She had just gone down on her twin sister, gotten fucked by her older brother, and then sucked him to completion right out of Nicole's pussy. She was going to need some serious thinking time if she was going to stay out of therapy. But then on top of all that, someone was tying up alongside their boat, asking to come aboard? It was just too much for her to take in!
She shot out the sliding glass doors to the deck that adjoined the living/dining room on the main deck. Hands planted firmly on the wooden rail, she leaned out, peering into the dusk. A few yards away a small wakeboarding boat was bobbing on the small swell, waves that barely affected the Maretto Yacht.
"Yoo-hoooooo!" A shrill voice called, that Crystal suddenly recognized. "Can we come aboard, Captain?"
Oh my god, thought Crystal. That can only be Ashley! Ashley Christianson was a former cheerleader from Crystal and Nicole's high school squad. She had graduated with them, though just barely, and was now headed to, well...Crystal didn't really know where. She couldn't imagine she got into any college; she had graduated with a C average. The girls had never been very good friends with Ashley, more like acquaintances. She was part of the "in crowd" that the girls rarely spent time with; though they knew that she was basically just tolerated in that crowd. Her shrill voice and constant talking didn't help, but it was really her sluttiness that alienated her from the rest of the girls. Word was that her bedpost notches were over 100, though that was hard for Crystal to believe. She did know that Ashley had slept through about half the baseball team, 3 of them in one sitting.
"Ashley? Is that you?"
"Ha! I knew this was your boat! Sounds like some good times are happening aboard. Hahaha. Can we board?"
Crystal knew that she couldn't turn her away, that would seem suspicious, and probably have Ashley talking more anyway. Her alcohol clouded mind couldn't come to any other conclusion than to let her aboard.
"Um, uhh, ya I guess. Pull up alongside. Wait, let me get the bumpers."
Crystal's boat training managed to push past the drunk shroud and she rushed to find the side bumpers. After hanging three over the side, she watched as the smaller boat slowly moved into position. With a gentle sigh, it squeezed up next to the yacht. A stern and bow line were tossed aboard and before Crystal could even grab one, a tall blond man jumped on deck and grabbed one.
"Pull that one tight," he said, somewhat urgently.
They both pulled the lines tight and secured them, leaving the two boats gently rocking alongside each other. Crystal skimmed through her memory of the boating regulations she had to learn for the license to try to remember if it was ok to leave boats tied up like this. Before she could come to a conclusion, Ashley climbed aboard, not without some commotion.
A small hand grasped the rail tightly as Ashley heaved herself up with one hand.
"Damnit, Roger, help me!" She yelled. "Pull me up, I can't...make it...help me...to deck."
She huffed that fragmented sentence as Roger, who was apparently the blond guy, reached over and pulled her up. Crystal took in her acquaintance as she stood on the deck. Ashley was a petite girl; 5'3", 107lbs. Crystal was very familiar with her measurements since she had been the flyer on the squad; the girl that gets thrown in the air. Her normally perfect bleached hair was pulled into a messy pony tail and she seemed to be missing her usual layers of makeup, leading Crystal to assume she had been swimming at some point that day. The bikini was something to behold. Crystal knew that she and her sister wore skimpy bikinis, but liked to think it was done in a classy manner. Ashley had a cheap looking, triangle top bikini on. The top was the adjustable type, and she had it cinched in until it was basically two strips, just barely covering her nipple. Plenty of her small boobs were visible on either side. The bottom was clearly designed to just barely cover her cooch, and was covered in a see through sarong. She clutched a Mike's Hard Lemonade in her left hand, which had made it so difficult to climb aboard.
"Nicole!!" She screeched as she launched into a hug. "It's so great to see you! It's been, like, a month!"
"Hey Ash. I'm actually Crystal. It has been a while." Crystal tried to disengage without getting the lemonade spilled on her. It was clear that Ashley was at least as drunk as she was.
"Well, who can ever tell you apart?" Crystal ignored that. "So this is the famous yacht, eh? It's gorgeous! I can't wait to see it! But first, sounded like you and your guests were already having quite a party. I could hear that orgy across the lake!"
"What? No! It wasn't, I mean. Well, we hadn't..."
