With Dad still standing there, falling back on the wall, and still holding his big cock in his hand. Zoe grinding out of the last of our orgasm, and before I can gather my mind enough to respond. My dad pulled himself from the wall and headed to his room.
That was three days ago now. No one has mentioned anything, and the sexual tension is killing me. I've anticipated with great desire the last two nights to carry on my newfound attraction to Zoe, but it's like nothing happened.
The first night it was like, okay, she's waiting for my dad to join us. but nothing; the second night was the same thing, but all we did was cuddle and fall asleep.
There is no fun in the shower, not really even a lot of teasing at the parks; I'm starting to wonder if she and Dad are hooking up behind my back. It's driving me crazing at the same I feel like I'm turning into a sex-craved slut.
How could I love Zoe so much and hate her simultaneously?
Things were a bit different this morning in our shower, but is it because we're all so excited about our cruise departure today, or maybe I sexed them too much, and they needed a break? I guess I really don't know how much sex is normal.
We packed all our stuff back into our suitcases and left for the seaport at Cape Canaveral. On our travels, Dad mentioned that Grandma and Mom were meeting us on board, and he lowered the boom with the news that he and Mom would be sharing a room.
That did leave Zoe and me on our own, but what the hell, is Mom sneaking back into his life? That's great and all, but Dad is mine now.
We got through check and security, which was a breeze, as Grandma booked us all into Concierge class, so there's that. However, we're still a little miffed at the last-minute surprise.
Our room is fabulous, with a giant king bed, a wonderful balcony, and our two-person spa. I was standing looking over the balcony at the ocean and the other giant-sized cruise ships in the harbor when Zoe snuck up behind me with a fabulous big squeeze, Nuzzled into my neck, and said
"we're going to have so much fun,"
And kissed my neck and suckled on my lobe.
"Ummm," I murmured, missing her touch so very much.
She spun me around and kissed me passionately on the lips for the first time in three days. In about three seconds, she had me again. I was hers to play with, and I loved and hated it.
Our kissing started to get more passionate as her hand fell to my bum, a tiny squeeze and pelvis grind.
How can she have this power over me? I don't even want to fight her; I just want her to touch me, make love to me. Throw me on our bed and do the things she did.
She backed me onto the railing as her hand came back around and feathered past my vagina, barely touching me as I sighed.
"Oh, you horny little sex kitten," she mumbled under her breath.
She slid her middle finger right down the middle of my pussy. The thin nylon material of my sun dress parted easily between my Labia, almost instantly opening my legs.
She broke our kiss and said, "Come on. Your dad told us to meet him in their room, and your Mom should be there by now."
As we entered their room, we exchanged A volley of hugs for Mom and Grandma. I was shaken when my Grandma said.
"So you're the infamous Zoe."
Then Mom says to her.
"So, how are the lessons going?"
What the hell, What Lessons?
Everyone started talking over everyone else, and the whole thing got lost in the commotion. The topic of choice was the fast-approaching storm and whether we even belonged on this crazy boat.
Grandma opened one of several bottles of wine on the table and poured everyone a glass, including us, and I was not going to say anything.
Two glasses in, and I catch Dad giving me the once-over, and a butterfly goes through my belly.
I smile back at him, and he quickly looks away as if he doesn't want to get caught. It brings a huge smile to my face. Then I catch my mom doing the same thing to Zoe. Again, with what the hell!
What is going on in my life? Did Mom find out about Dad and Zoe, or did Dad find out about Zoe and my mom? Was she doing all of us? Is that why Grammy thinks she's infamous?
We all went our ways to dress for dinner as the storm worsened. I could feel the ship rocking as we pulled out of port.
Zoe and I dressed to the nines for dinner. I think each is trying to be hotter than the other to impress someone; I'm just not sure yet who.
I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she looked even more radiant than I've ever seen, usually all slutty but tonight she was hot.
We made our way to the main dining room, where a very handsome gentleman asked our names and escorted us to our table at the front of the room.
We pranced right past the diners, looking as hot as we were, and all the eyes were on us. Who were we? Why the escort? I could see the family ahead and wanted to get ahead of Zoe to get beside Dad when she veered away and sat between my Grandma and mom.
Dinner was fun. The captain laughed a lot about the storm and called us two very lovely ladies. I gushed. But Zoe started looking pale. The rocking of the ship was getting to her. Very shortly after dinner, it was obvious we needed to take her back to our room.
I told the family I would stay with her and see everyone in the morning. I got smiley looks from all three of them: Mom, Dad, and Grandma. We got back to the room with her constantly trying to apologize for this, and I knew it was just a matter of time before she was running to the washroom.
We cuddled the rest of the night and slept well for the first time.
The next morning, Zoe was not a lot better. We tried having a shower, but that wasn't the relief she needed; only sleep and food would cure this. I slid into a sundress right from the shower and told her I was going for muffins and Orange juice. I'll be right back. I tied my hair into a quick bun and headed out.
The very minute I walked out of our section, the wind from an open door almost blew my dress up, exposing my naked body; maybe underwear might have been a better idea. Before I even got to the elevator, Dad walked out of his room, and we nearly collided. I literally fell into his arms, and we giggled.
"Where's Zoe? he asks.
"Still Ill. I'm going for muffins and juice." I replied.
The ship's rocking had gotten worse overnight, and it was a chore getting down the hallway to the elevator.
