The Single's Cruise

Chapter 1

I was removed from the home at the age of nine, turns out my parents were a couple of drug addicts and I had been living a horrible life. I recall that I had some siblings, but names and ages have faded over the years. I was quickly adopted and given a better life and a new name. All ties to my old family were severed.

I struggled in school due to my original parents ignoring my education and still I had not learned to read and write by the time I was removed from them. My adoptive parents spent hours each day helping me with schoolwork, helping to get me caught up. Thanks to their support, I graduated one year behind my peers at the age of 19.

Due to the exposure to my parents in the early years, and the realization that the world was full of wars, famine, and a deteriorating environment, I decided at an early age against having children

After graduating high school, I enlisted in the Navy however, I did not grow to like Navy life and left after a single enlistment. While in the Navy I attempted to get a vasectomy, but the rules did not allow that, they wanted me to be married, get my spouse's consent and worst of all, they expected me to have three kids before I could be eligible to receive the surgery. Unfortunately, lacking the desire to have kids was not good enough. For this, and other reasons, I left the Navy behind me.

I moved back in with my adoptive parent until I could find a place of my own. Using my Navy training I was able to get a job with a local HVAC company doing repairs and installations, earning a decent income. I met a woman, who like me, had no desire for children, we got married, and my life was looking up. Shortly after our wedding, her family started pressuring her for grandchildren and my wife caved and started bugging me to get her pregnant. Despite the fact that I loved her I was not willing to compromise on my decision to remain child free. This ultimately led to our divorce.

At the age of 27, I found myself alone. Now that I had been married and divorced and feeling betrayed by my ex, I again looked into that vasectomy. This time, my private insurance paid for it.

I still wanted to find someone to spend my life with, so I started reading the singles ads. One day I found an interesting offer, a singles-only cruise, this two-week cruise would take me on a journey around the Caribbean with stops in Sandals and Hedonism 2 resorts. This all-inclusive package was priced within a range I happened to be able to afford. I decided to schedule it and booked a cabin, eager for the adventure that awaited me in the Caribbean Sea.

Chapter 2

The flight from Iowa to Florida was quite an adventure, with layovers in Chicago and Atlanta, it was my first time on a plane. The layovers allowed me to observe some other travelers. One group of three men that caught my attention with their crude behavior, catcalling, and making inappropriate comments towards every woman they saw. You could just see the sleaze dripping off of them. Their lack of respect for those around them quickly became irritating.

Two women, traveling separately, seemed overwhelmed by the rowdy men, who were harassing them to the point where they started sitting together for mutual support. I wondered if these individuals were headed to the same destination I was, there was a chance since we were all on the same flight.

Upon arriving at the cruise ship, I took a moment to take it all in. The vessel was enormous, dwarfing the other boats in the harbor, and even bigger than the Navy vessel I had been on.

As I was looking at the ship, I noticed the two women from the airport boarding. My suspicion was right that we were all on the same cruise. A few minutes later the rowdy men boarded as well, prompting me to roll my eyes, wondering what I had gotten myself into.

After boarding, everyone had to sign a list of rules to follow. Nudity was only allowed on the top two decks. The top deck was clothing-optional and featured a pool and no sexual activity was permitted on this deck. The second deck was reserved for anyone wanting to participate in public sex acts. There were rooms to allow watching, and rooms to allow for participation, with the warning that all activities must be consensual and respectful, and above all, "no means no" was stressed. Violators would be locked in the ship's brig and put off at the next port of call, with the offender responsible for finding their own way home.

Given past issues with stalking after cruises, women were advised to use fake names and not give out their addresses until they felt comfortable with someone, and even then, to exercise caution.

Chapter 3

The next day, after looking at the programs offered, including classes on finding one's ideal partner, I decided to head to the clothing-optional pool. I grabbed a towel and began searching for a comfortable lounge chair to soak up some sun. As I strolled around among all the naked people here, I noticed the two women from the airport, they were no longer together and seemed to be strangers. One was peacefully sunbathing, while the other was being overtly flirtatious with every man in sight. I didn't see the annoying guys from earlier in the pool area.

The flirty woman was topless and kind of attractive and she waved me over to sit with her. She told me her name was Brenda, then started right off complaining about what problems she had with her ex, it was pretty clear she was very drunk. She became really loud, making me rather embarrassed to be seen with her. I felt the best thing for me to do was to get up and leave. I tried to excuse myself politely and leave. She started ranting like some kind of crazy woman, "What's wrong, are you too good for me?", "Aren't I sexy enough?", "My tits not big enough?", "That's it, walk away, you're not even a real man."

I thought to myself, "Wow, we only had a brief conversation, and now she's staking a claim. I wonder how her cruise will unfold." That encounter was enough for me, and I retreated to my cabin until dinner time.

Chapter 4

During dinner, we were randomly assigned seats as a ice breaker, I ended up sitting with the other woman I had seen on my way to the event. We quickly hit it off, finding out that we were from the same county, both adopted, and shared many common interests. While my parents were drug addicts, she had been told her parents died in an accident and spent a year in foster care before being adopted at age 5. She only had vague memories of any other children she may have met during that time. Her name was Katie, she was 22, 5 years younger than I was.

After a nice dinner and some delightful conversation, I asked Katie to take a walk around the ship with me. Out in the open air the slightly spicy scent of her perfume wafted around us, casting a spell of desire and an illusion of intimacy. not caring if anyone one else was around us, and feeling like we were in our own world, we took each other's hand and began our walk. About 10 minutes into the walk, she stopped. looked up at me, and leaned in for a kiss, I followed her lead and pressed my lips to hers, Her lips were soft and full, and tasted like strawberries. I had not noticed when she had reapplied her lip gloss after dinner, it was a pleasant surprise. Our tongues met as our lust for each other grew stronger. We broke the kiss and decided to end our walk early and headed to her cabin.

Our hands fumbled desperately, eager to remove each other's clothing so we could feel each other's warm flesh. Though I had seen her naked on the pool deck before, being in the confined space of her cabin was an entirely different level of intimacy. Her scent filled my head, heightening my desire even more. Spicy and sweet, it bewitched me. Her hair, thick and wavy, hung down to her shoulder blades like soft spun silk. She stood before me; her breasts were like peaches, firm and just slightly larger than a handful. Her sparse pubic hair was light blonde, looking like a halo highlighting her delicate petals below

Gently placing her on the bed, I began to kiss her soft strawberry lips and traced my way down to her neck, lingering there for a moment before moving onto her shoulder and then her breasts. As I played with one nipple, swirling my tongue around it and flicking it back and forth, Katie let out moans of pleasure. I lightly nibbled on her nipple before giving the same attention to the other one. Moving further down her body, I took a brief detour to tease her belly button with my tongue, causing her to giggle. Finally, reaching her pubic mound, I stroked her pubic hair and lightly touched her lips before finding her hidden clit. Using my index finger, I applied gentle circular pressure on her clit as my mouth started to suck and tease at her pussy lips. She was moaning loudly and writhing beneath me as I tasted the heavenly sweetness between her legs. Her clean, fresh scent mixed with a hint of tang from the perfume she was wearing drove my lust on. I replaced my finger with my tongue and began torturing her clit with my tongue, while slipping a finger inside her, going back and forth until I felt she needed a second finger. It did not take long until she was moaning and groaning through her first orgasm. She told me to stop, as she was becoming too sensitive and pulled me up her body to kiss me deeply again.

After a short break, she began to play with my cock, making sure it at full staff. Just feeling Katie's hand wasn't enough for me. I climbed on top of her and slowly slipped inside while locked onto her beautiful blue eyes. She felt like silk glove, firmly grasping at me as I moved in and out. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck, holding onto me, matching my every thrust with her own. It was intense as it was exhilarating, but I knew I couldn't last much longer at this pace. She moaned that she wanted to feel me explode inside of her, and that's exactly what happened. With one final thrust, I pressed her to the bed as I came inside of her, filling her up with everything I had to give. It was one of the most incredible orgasms of my life, way better than anything I had ever experienced with my ex-wife.

We spent the remainder of the evening in her cabin, opening up to one another in a way that casual dinner conversation didn't allow. In the afterglow of our physical intimacy, any walls between us seemed to disappear. I shared my decision to have a vasectomy and avoid bringing children into this world, and she understood and supported me; she also had reservations about becoming a parent and knew her adoptive parents would back her choice. At 15 years old, she had lost her virginity to rape, which left her wary of men. She focused on her studies instead of dating and was currently taking a summer break from college before completing her final semester towards a business administration degree. Her plan was to use this degree as a career path. Although her friends encouraged her and even paid for her trip on this cruise, she was still hesitant about putting herself out there in the dating scene. However, something about being with me made her feel safe enough to take the initiative and kiss me on our walk earlier. And somehow, I also felt safe with her and wanted nothing more than to stay by her side. We fell asleep cuddled in each other's arms.

Chapter 5

Waking up the next morning, we discussed our budding relationship and agreed to take some time apart to see if we still felt the same way tomorrow. Throughout the day, we sometimes crossed paths, but kept our distance with only a nod to acknowledge one another. During dinner that evening, I was seated with a kind and pleasant enough woman, but there was no spark, I had no desire to continue talking to her after the meal. I don't even remember her name. It became clear, my heart belonged to Katie. Despite this being only my third day on the cruise, I had already met the woman for me, a woman who I had spent one night with. It was then that I knew I was in love.

On the fourth day, we docked at the Sandals resort for a two-day stay. We had the option to stay or sleep on the boat, but everything else was available to us. I was walking toward the gangplank, when I saw Katie scanning the crowd, looking for someone. I broke away from the stream of people going ashore and walked toward her. When she saw me, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a passionate kiss. Katie told me her day without me had been fine, but she couldn't fully enjoy herself due to missing me. It was clear that she was as taken with me as I was with her. She hoped we could spend the rest of the cruise as a couple. Without hesitation I agreed to spend the remainder of the cruise with Katie.

We spent the rest of the day together, strolling through the shops, taking in the sights, sampling island foods, and people watching. Katie and I created stories about different people, making up where they were from and what they might be doing here. When darkness began to set in we built a small fire on the beach. Then settled back to relax in our little piece of paradise. It was warm enough on the beach that we really did not need a fire, but it seemed like the romantic thing to do. The spot we found had a clear view of the night sky, letting us to see the stars clearly. We laid out a beach blanket that we had bought in one of the markets and snuggled together under the stars.

As the night went on a larger group started a bonfire down the beach from us, it quickly turned into a rowdy party. Among others were the men we had seen at the airport earlier, still just the three of them, without any hint of romantic partners. We did our best to ignore the party, content to cuddle together and simply watch from afar, secure in our own little world.  The party raged for a couple of hours, before people started leaving and the fire died down. We could finally make love under the stars and get some sleep.

The next day, as the cruise ship was leaving the dock, the three rowdy guys stood on the pier in handcuffs. We never did find out what they did.

Chapter 6

We spent the rest of the cruise in in each other's company, we often visited the nude sunbathing deck together holding hands and kissing. We went to the swinger's deck and watched people having sex while unable to keep our hands off of each other. We had sex in front of others, letting others droll over our bodies, while quietly declining to swap partners. On our last days at sea, just after departing from the clothing option resort of Hedonism 2, we made the impulsive decision to get married. The captain of the cruise liner conducted a beautiful and expedient ceremony for us before we docked back in Florida. Then back to Iowa to work out the rest of our lives.

Upon returning home to Iowa, we continued with our separate living arrangements for the time being. My wife had her own apartment about 30 miles away from my parents' place, where I still lived. We agreed to buy a house together after she finished her final semester of college. In the meantime, I spent most of my time at her apartment, although she would occasionally kick me out so she could study.

My parents fell in love of my new wife almost as quickly as I had. She was always kind, polite, and levelheaded, and they got along with her much better than my previous wife. I also had a very good relationship with her parents. Our parents became friends, and family dinners and outings often included all six of us.

Everything was going as planned until I received a letter from a detective agency. I opened the letter at my parents' house, with my wife and her parents present. The letter said that my birth parents had gotten sober and wanted to reconnect with their children. I was angry about it at first - how could they choose drugs over their own kids? How many other kids were there? But Katie convinced me to meet with them. She said she had lost her own parents, and if given the chance, she would want to see them, if they had survived and reached out.

I brought Katie along with me when I met my biological parents. My anger and bitterness towards them were evident, but Katie helped smooth the tension and start a conversation. During the meeting, I discovered that I had three siblings who I had completely forgotten about: two brothers and a sister, I was the oldest. The private detective agency was trying to locate them, but my brothers seemed lost in the system after being placed out of state, there was still hope of finding my sister. She had stayed in the state but moved through multiple foster homes, making her more difficult to track down. I was taken aback by the realization that she would be 22 years old now - the same age as my wife.

Chapter 7

After my wife finished her last semester and graduated college in September, we began searching for a house that would be conveniently located between her parents' home and mine. Luckily, we found the perfect house in a small town just north of our where our parents' live, just before Thanksgiving. We invited them over to celebrate the holiday with us, indulging in a delicious feast of turkey and all the trimmings. On the day before Thanksgiving, Katie's parents received an unexpected letter from a detective agency. It turned out to be quite the coincidence, as I had received a similar letter months ago from the same agency. The letter was addressed to Katie's parents because it was the last known address of the young girl they had adopted many years ago. Her biological parents wanted to meet her. Confusion swept over everyone as we had all been told that Katie's biological parents had died in an accident, which is why she ended up in the foster care system before being adopted.

Katie and I made the decision to attend the meeting together, just as we had done with my biological parents. As we approached the meeting room we saw through the window to the conference room where her biological parents sat. We both let out a quiet gasp and looked at each other. In that room sat the same two people who met with me. Realization and shock showed on both or our faces, evidently, we were brother and sister. Without a word, we turned on our heels and retreated to our car to discuss the situation.

We were deeply in love and had been happily married for almost a year. Now, it seemed, we might be siblings. It was shocking to say the least. We felt no duty towards our biological parents, they had chosen drugs over us. At the same time, there was had no reason for them not to say anything about us, and they could potentially use this information to blackmail us. We decided to not go through with the meeting at the detective agency's office.

Once home, we sought advice from the two sets of loving parents who had raised us. To our surprise, my father suggested keeping quiet about our discovery and continuing our lives as normal. With my vasectomy and neither of us wanting children, we could always adopt if we changed our minds without raising suspicion. Katie's mother suggested DNA tests for confirmation but cautioned against using companies that publicly post DNA results. The DNA tests did indeed confirm that Katie and I were full siblings.

Once the DNA test confirmed it, we had a little kinky celebration in our bedroom, whispering to each other, "I love you, my brother." and "I love you, my sister."

We have kept this secret until now, when my loving sister wanted to see it in print.