This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. All characters involved in any sexual activity are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy this story. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
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I was preparing for my first vacation in 10 years. I had been building my own company and it seemed to finally be on solid footing.
After graduating from Case-Western University with a degree in computer science and getting my masters at Wharton, I had worked on an idea that had been germinating for quite a while. I sold the idea to some venture capital guys, giving them a 1/3 share of the company for startup capital.
I licensed the best voice recognition software that I could find, and the best voice synthesis software. I combined those with some artificial intelligence and database software to create the best front-end for call centers. The AI reviews thousands or millions of recorded calls, it identifies 99% of the topics that people call about and provides custom answers to customers' questions. It saves companies that have large volumes of incoming calls millions!
Now that I have the software integrated and have a sales force, I have finally decided to take a few days off! Some friends from college and some business associates rented a sailing yacht.
This was planned to be a week of 'clothing optional' fun and sun. The other guys were either married or seriously dating someone, but I had been working 100+ hour weeks for the last many years and that hadn't allowed me time for a social life. There was a modeling agency in town which also would provide escort services. I had used them when I was attending social events where a companion was needed, and I had scheduled a 'full service' companion for the week.
I had not met the young woman, but had left it in the hands of the agency. I had arranged for a first-class ticket to be delivered to the agency along with the general plan for the week, suggesting that bikinis and sun dresses would be adequate attire.
I was running close on time as I reached the boarding gate. In fact, they closed the doors immediately after I entered the plane. I walked into first class, gave my carry-on to the attendant and slipped into my seat.
I turned to introduce myself to my date for the week as the plane began to push away from the terminal. I nearly shit myself! Sitting in the seat beside me was my younger sister!
"What are you doing HERE?" I exclaimed. On one level, I knew what she was doing. She was working on a modeling and acting career, so...
"Hello, Matthew! It's so good to see you again."
We had last seen each other at our parents wedding anniversary several months before. I sputtered, "But what are you DOING HERE?"
"I believe that you contracted with my agency for a companion for the coming week. Right? I am going to be that companion."
"But...." I mumbled.
"You are my big brother, my big successful brother. And I am going to be your companion. We will have SO MUCH FUN!"
"But I can't.... We can't.... I mean...."
"You may introduce me to your friends by professional name, Bethany Stone. They need not know that we have any relationship except a dating relationship. And I think that this is going to be FUN!" She added, "Did you know that I had a huge crush on you when we were growing up? Now I have you all to myself for a whole week!"
I considered the situation. I could send Beth back on the next flight and go sailing without a companion. It would be awkward with me being the only person without a companion, and the cruise was specifically intended as clothing optional. Every lady would feel like I was perving on them. It would be uncomfortable for everyone.
Or I could have Beth join me on the cruise. She would have a good vacation; we could enjoy a pleasant week together and platonically share a cabin. We could do that. It wouldn't create a disturbance for the guests. We could make this work!
"OK." I said. "We can make this work. I don't love it, but we can make it work."
"You're a smart guy, I knew that you would see that, given a little time and encouragement!"
The stewardess came by offering drinks. I asked for a double bourbon on the rocks, Bethany asked for a glass of champagne. We talked and talked, catching up on parts of our lives that would never come up at dinner with our parents. As we talked, I realize what a beautiful woman my sister had become. She had long, shapely legs peering out of a slit in her skirt that extended well up her thigh. And she had breasts that nicely filled her silk blouse despite the obvious fact that they were unsupported by a bra.
An objective appraisal would say that she was a beautiful woman. She certainly was no longer the awkward 15 year old girl she had been when I left for college. She was HOT! And she certainly was not the conservative woman who appeared at the occasional dinner with our parents!
I ordered another round of drinks for us. I asked, "Are you really up for a clothing optional week with me, my friends and associates?"
"Each of them is bringing a companion, right?" I nodded. "So I could spend a week naked with YOU?"
"And seven other couples." I clarified.
"This is WAY BETTER than my best teenage fantasy!" She paused then continued, "Do you know that in my very first orgasm I was fantasizing about being with you?"
I didn't know what to say.
"And you were my primary dream lover until I was out of college." I simply shook my head.
"So when I saw your request on the manager's desk, I volunteered for the assignment. I don't usually do escort assignments, so my manager was a little surprised, but I assured her that I really did want the assignment and that I was certain that the client would be pleased!"
"So this isn't a simple quirk of fate? You actually engineered this?"
Beth nodded, shyly. "I hope that I didn't screw things up," she said tentatively.
"I don't know what to say! So you actually volunteered for this assignment? Knowing that I was the client? And knowing that it was planned to be a clothing optional outing? Where everyone, including you, would be nude most of the time?" Bethany nodded to each of those questions.
"And you were aware that we would be sharing a cabin with a queen sized bed?"
"I expected that the bed would be smaller than that!"
"You were expecting to be sharing a bed with me?"
She looked at me from beneath her eye lashes and nodded.
I pulled her toward me and placed a kiss on her lips. She leaned into the kiss, and soon I felt her tongue teasing my lips. I took her hand in mine and we snuggled together in our seats and finished our drinks. Before long the plane was descending into the Miami airport.
After reaching the terminal we retrieved our carry-on bags and headed to the cab stand. Soon we were approaching the docks where we would find our sailboat.
Bethany and I stowed our bags and returned above deck to greet our other boat mates. Wine was opened and poured as others returned to the deck. As the boat motored out of the harbor, several couples returned to their rooms to change clothes. Swimsuits, bikinis, and open weave tops began to appear on deck. Drinks were flowing freely until the chef asked that everyone help set up the dining tables and be seated.
As we were seated introductions were repeated. Several couples were relatively young married couples; others had been dating for months or years. I introduced Bethany as a long-time friend. Everyone was welcoming and it was clear that several men enjoyed looking at her.
The sun was setting over the Caribbean as dessert was served. We wandered around the deck, watching stars appear one by one. I stood with my arms around Bethany. I said, "I was concerned about having you here. After all, you ARE my sister! But you have been so good with all of the other guests, and it is so very comfortable being with you."
Beth turned toward me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me warmly. I could feel her large breasts rubbing against my chest. Without thinking, I gripped her buttocks, pulling her firmly against me. Our kisses became more passionate, and then I was kissing down along her neck and throat.
Bethany took my hand and led me to our cabin. There she pulled off my shirt and pulled down my swim trunks. With me naked, she pressed against my chest until I sat on the bed and reclined. Then she slowly and sensuously began to remove the open weave cover up she was wearing.