A line of vacationers, including Klaus and Violet with suitcases in hand, stood crowding onto the gangplank of a cruise ship. The two were surrounded by an assortment of people, buff guys in sunglasses, girls in mini skirts and halter tops, old ladies with leathery, overly tan skin, and young children clinging to the hands of hopeful parents. The long line inched toward a pair of photographers who stopped each group to pose in several positions behind a fake captain's wheel with a sign reading Mexico taped to the center of it.
Violet glanced at Klaus, who had been fairly silent since showing their passports at the ticket counter. He had won this cruise trip at a silent auction during a dinner fundraiser at his university. When he had presented the tickets to Violet later that evening she had been speechless. They had never before done something as luxurious as a vacation since their parents had died and that was what, eight years ago now? Of course, Violet had been concerned as to who would watch the little girls, but Klaus had already set it up with the mother of one of Sunny's close friends who was willing to watch Beatrice, also. It was only for four days after all, and the girls were really no trouble.
Violet was purely delighted with the idea of spending so much alone time with Klaus. Their relationship had been pretty strained lately. There was a lot of responsibility with the little girls, carpool, homework, and making meals for the family. Klaus and Violet were playing mother and father at a very young age, when they were also expected to be attending university themselves. Of course, they wouldn't have given up their little girls for anything, but the stress was still there. Recently, they had argued more, over little things. They used to agree on everything, working together seamlessly, but now it seemed that their relationship had changed. It just wasn't enough, like something vital was missing. She felt like she needed something from Klaus that he was keeping from her but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Every time they were getting along well, it seemed he would push her away, always keeping her at arms's length. Klaus had told her on the way to the boat that maybe they could take this vacation to relax with each other, spend some time without responsibility to try to get back on track. He seemed pretty tense already, but Violet reminded herself that it had been a long day of travel already, just to get to the cruise terminal.
When he finally looked back at her to see her smiling at him, he grinned, letting some of the tenseness fall from his shoulders. Violet looked beautiful and fresh, in a flowered sundress, sandals and a long, clean hair held back by a headband to match. He reached out to grab her hand and held it until they reached the photographer.
"Oh, what a wonderful couple!" exclaimed the dark skinned man whose name tag said he was from Indonesia. "Ok, set your suitcases there," he pointed to the side of a white screen that was the background for the picture. "Now stand here," he shot a picture of them standing side by side behind the fake wheel. "Now put your arm around the lovely young lady. Newlyweds, no?" Klaus shot Violet a nervous grin. The photographer took another picture. "Ok, kiss her now." Klaus gave Violet a kiss on the cheek while she smiled at the camera. "No, I mean kiss her. It will be a good picture, no?" Violet looked up at Klaus with an amused smile on her face, one eyebrow quirked. He leaned in and gave Violet a chaste kiss on the lips while the camera clicked in front of them. Unexpectedly, Violet felt heat pool in her belly. She wished, for just a second, that they were alone. Klaus was smiling tenderly at her. He grabbed her hand again and led them into the ship at last.
They found their cabin with little difficulty. It was small. A king size bed filled the room, with a dressing table and a door that led to a very small bathroom. Almost as soon as the door closed behind them there was a knock at the door. Violet opened it to see another dark skinned man, whose name tag said he was from the Philippines. "Hello, you must be Violet and Klaus. I am Made. I will be your steward. Do you like your room? Is there anything you need? The bed is fine? I made it up nice for you two newlyweds. Would you prefer me to clean the room in the morning or the afternoon?" The man was very gracious and accommodating, but never stopped talking long enough for Violet to do anything but nod.
Violet told him to come back in the mornings for cleaning and thanked him for the beautiful room. Once the steward backed out of the room, Violet turned to Klaus who was rifling through his suitcase. "Why does everyone assume we're newlyweds?" she asked.
"Well," he said with his back to her, still bent over his suitcase, "I imagine it is because we are about the right age and have the same last name." He managed to pull out his swim trunks. "Come on, let's change. We can get something to eat and sit by the pool." Violet beamed at him. Finally, vacation was starting!
An hour later, there weren't too many seats left by the pool. The boat was crowded with people. They carried their buffet plates up to the next deck and found a sunny spot facing out towards the ocean. They hmm'd over the food, and were amazed when one of the crew walked by and took their empty plates from them. Soon another waiter walked up to them and asked if they wanted anything to drink. Violet glanced at Klaus, who was looking out at the ocean, his eyes squinted against the sun. Technically, Klaus wasn't old enough to drink anything from the bar, but Violet had always wanted to try a fruity frozen drink.
"Two strawberry daiquiris, please?"
"Your room number, please?" asked the young waiter.
"Room 6222."
"Of course, ma'am. Just a moment," and he turned toward the bar at the far end of the deck.
Taking off her coverup and pulling a can of aerosol sunscreen out of her tote bag, Violet began spraying the front of her body. Klaus's eyes were glued to his sister. She was wearing a blue and white bikini that seemed to show miles and miles of skin. She closed her eyes, and even sprayed her face. She stood up in between the lounge chairs and handed the can to Klaus. "Can you spray my back, please? Then, I'll do you, ok?"
All Klaus could manage was a grunt. He wasn't sure the last time he had seen so much of his sister's body, not that he hadn't wanted to. She was beautiful. He had thought that for a while now, but their relationship had been weird lately, and he knew it was his fault. He had developed some unwholesome feelings toward his sister. He blamed the unconventional roles they played as mother and father to their two girls. Sunny was old enough to know better, but for the most part he knew that both she and Beatrice thought of them as their parents. They had propagated this lie, too, as a safety measure against having the girls put into foster families should the authorities find out that Beatrice wasn't even really their relative. It was always easier to let their teachers and other adult authority figures think that Violet had given birth as a teenager than to explain that she was really their older sister. Most peopple had a hard time understanding their family's complex relationship.
There was, unfortunately, a lot of tension between him and Violet. He constantly had to keep his guard up against his true feelings toward his older sister, so he usually wound up arguing with her instead, filled with a resentment that he couldn't explain to her. He didn't understand himself sometimes, and it was exhausting. When he first saw the cruise tickets at the silent auction, he had hoped for an opportunity to hash things out with Violet and come to some understanding, but all day, doubt had gotten the better of him. What if she didn't understand? How could he explain when he himself didn't fully understand his own feelings.
He sprayed her shoulders, back and legs. She turned back to him, taking the can. "Take off your shirt, Klaus, and I'll put your sunscreen on." Violet waved at his shirt and watched him expectantly as he pulled off his tee. Klaus was tall, lean with broad shoulders that tapered to a thin waist. Soft brown hair was visible on his chest and began again at his belly button following a line that led down into his pants. Her eyes raked over his body. When she met his eyes again she could tell that he could tell that she had been inspecting him by the small smirk on his lips "Close your eyes and your mouth," she instructed. "It tastes terrible if you get it into your mouth." She sprayed all of his front, including his face and then nudged his shoulder for him to turn around to do his backside.
The waiter came back with Violet's drinks and when he walked away she handed one to Klaus. Violet enjoyed the flavor and the coolness of the drink as the sun beat down on her skin. They chatted about their plans for later in the day and the shore excursions they would take in Mexico. The bit of alcohol helped relax the two and they enjoyed each other and the music as they sat in the sun. After awhile there was a Welcome Aboard party and people danced all around them. Crew members soared through the crowd pulling people into the throng. A good looking man pulled Violet and Klaus up to dance. Violet held Klaus's hands and let him twirl her around, then she put her arms up and moved her hips to the beat of the unfamiliar song. Klaus held her waist and watched her laugh and thoroughly enjoy herself. The cruise director was at the microphone, encouraging everyone to drink and dance. He kept saying "What happens on the cruise, stays on the cruise." After hearing it for probably the third time, he decided to take that advice. Klaus gave Violet a sly smile and pulled her body flush with his, so her hips moved against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands pressed up her spine. People pressed all around them yet it felt like they were alone in this moment.
Violet turned her face up to Klaus's, his lips only inches from hers. She remembered the sweet kiss he had given her earlier. "Can I have a kiss?" she asked him, the alcohol and the music and the closeness of his body prompting her to be bold. He stared at her for a moment, then barely brushed his lips against hers. She felt that burning in her belly again and she had a small epiphany. Maybe this was what had been missing from their relationship. She felt resolutely drawn to Klaus in that moment, wanting to know him in a more intimate way. It wasn't right. She knew that, but it made sense, with their weird family dynamic, that they should be everything to each other. She wanted him to look at her like that all the time, as if she were precious and cherished, and he was looking at her, gauging her reaction. She smiled and led him back to their chairs to pick up their stuff. The sun was sinking low. They had been out on the deck for a couple of hours. "Let's go get ready for supper."
They dressed in jeans, Klaus in a button down shirt and Violet in a flowered top. Violet had piled her hair in a messy bun on top of her head. Her cheeks and nose were pink with sunburn. Klaus gave their room number to the hostess at the dining room and they were seated at a table with another couple, a few decades older than them. They made small talk about their plans and Violet told them how Klaus had surprised her with the cruise tickets. Violet asked them if they had children. They had teenagers in high school, not much younger than Klaus and Violet. Klaus didn't know why he brought it up, maybe he was missing Sunny and Beatrice a little, but he told them of their 'daughters'. Of course they were surprised to hear it from such a young man.
"How long have you two been together, if you don't mind me asking?" asked the husband.
"Goodness, I guess you could say we've known each other our whole lives. It's hard to say," Violet laughed lightly, as Klaus put his arm around her.
Violet ordered them each a glass of white wine with their dinner, which tasted amazing. The wine was strong to the inexperienced drinkers, and along with the gentle rocking of the boat, made Violet feel so sleepy. After dessert, Klaus leaned to whisper into Violet's ear. "Hey, let's go to bed, okay."
Violet nodded, "Hmmm, yes it's been a long day of travel and sunshine. I'm ready for a shower, I think." They headed back to the room, feeling only a little dizzy from the wine. The steward, Made, was in the hallway to wish them a goodnight. Klaus slid his keycard in the lock and opened the door to the room. Made had been in to turn down the bed. The air conditioning made goosebumps rise on Violet's skin. She dug around in her suitcase to grab some underwear and tee shirt and headed into the small bathroom to take a quick shower. As she stripped off her clothes she marveled at the amount of sunburn she had on her body. Her arms and thighs were pink, as well as her chest, especially around her bathing suit line where apparently the sunscreen didn't reach. Her belly was very pink. The sunscreen was worthless. It had done nothing to protect her from the sun!
She stepped into the shower, and let lukewarm water wash off the grime of the day. She was feeling pretty relaxed, as she thought back to her epiphany with Klaus earlier in the day. Did he feel the same way? She thought he probably did have mutual feelings, going by the way he stared at her in her bikini earlier, and the soft brush of his lips against hers. She had enjoyed the way he had held her hand all through supper. Maybe she would just give him an opportunity and see what would happen. She dried and dressed, brushed her long hair and let him have a turn in the shower while she blowdried her hair at the small dressing table.
He vacated the bathroom wearing soft pajama shorts, his hair curling at the edges with wet. His back and shoulders were as sunburned as hers. "Oh, Klaus. The sunscreen was pretty worthless, huh?" she sympathized. "Here let me rub some lotion on your back, okay?" She motioned for him to sit on the large bed and she knelt behind him. The lotion was cold against the burns and he winced as she rubbed it down his shoulders and spine, then his muscles relaxed into the gentle pressure of her hands. She applied another layer of lotion just to keep touching him for awhile, enjoying his pleasure. "Okay, my turn," she said handing him the lotion. She turned away from him on the bed, sitting cross legged and he knelt behind her. To his utter surprise she pulled her own pajama top clear off. She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head to look sweetly back at him.
He gathered her hair and placed it over one shoulder. He let his fingers linger on her skin wherever they touched her. She gasped when he first applied the lotion. Her skin was so hot, but it wasn't only from the sunburn. She let her head loll to the side, exposing the long line of her neck and shoulder. Klaus wasn't sure what was happening, but he was definitely not complaining. Violet made the sexiest moaning sounds as he rubbed her shoulders all the way down her spine, pressing his thumbs into her waist. She dropped her arms from her chest and pushed herself back between Klaus's legs so that her back was against his chest. "Don't forget the front of me, Klaus," she said, still sweet, all innocence. "I'm sunburned all over."
Klaus breathed out a small laugh at her ruse. Was this really happening? She sneaked a look at him again, smiling a shy smile though there was a sinful quirk to her eyebrow. "Are you drunk?" he asked her bemusedly.
"Only a little," she replied honestly.
He sat still behind her, thinking, maybe overthinking. Isn't this what he wanted? Isn't this what Violet was asking for? Then he remembered the cruise director's motto. "What happens on the cruise, stays on the cruise?"Klaus asked her.
Violet giggled a little. "Maybe."
He poured some lotion into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up, then started at her shoulders, rubbing it on the sunburned parts of her chest. She arched her back, giving him a full view of her chest. He was enchanted by the contrast of pink sunburn against the smooth whiteness of her breasts. He cupped them with his palms and circled her hard, pink nipples with his thumbs. She turned her face away again, leaving that enticing strip of neck exposed. He brushed his lips over the hollow between her neck and her shoulder and kissed her softly up to her ear, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her arms, legs and breasts. He took her earlobe between his lips, sucking on it.
"Hmm," he said softly in her ear. "You are so beautiful." He kept one arm firmly across her chest, fondling one breast, while his other hand spread lotion all over her flat belly. His fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties, for that was all she was wearing now, plunging them through her soft hair and into the slick silkiness of her most private part. He leaned over her shoulder to get a better look at what he was doing. He kissed her cheek with soft open mouthed kisses and slid his fingers into her. He pulled them out to rub her juices around her swollen nub only to slide them back into her. He repeated this again and again. She was sighing incomprehensible words, eyes closed tight in concentration. "You don't have to be quiet, Violet. Does it feel good?" he asked her in a husky voice. She could only nod. She was moving her hips against his hand. "Tell me," he told her.
"Hmm, Klaus. Don't stop, never stop," she told him breathily. "It feels perfect." Her hips were grinding erratically against his hand as he continued to pleasure her. He watched her face, eyes shut and mouth opened in silent concentration. "I'm.., I'm…, oh God." He could feel her body tensing up, trembling in anticipation.
"Open your eyes," he demanded. He really couldn't believe this was all happening, so easy and so fast. He had wanted something like this for a long time. "Look at me."
She shook her head. "I can't," she was breathless and so close, eyebrows pulled together.
"Yes, you can. Do it. Open your eyes." She turned her face towards him and forced her eyes open to look into his. He was gazing at her with possessive adoration. He kept their eyes locked as he lightly brushed his mouth against hers for the third time that day. Her mouth opened wider, moaning loudly as she came, his fingers deep inside her. Her womb clenched tightly and he could feel her pulsing around his hand. Her eyes instinctively shut again. Everything became still, except for her ragged breathing. She was so sated and relaxed that she found it hard to execute the next part of her seduction, as she really just wanted to lay down and sleep until morning.
She moved to a kneeling position and motioned for Klaus to lay down on the bed. "Come here. You're all sunburned on your chest, too. Want me to put lotion on it?" she asked him.
He smiled, bemused and a little dazed, but totally turned on. "Okay." He laid down with his head propped up on a couple of pillows. Violet made no move to cover herself and he watched her position herself at his side and pump the lotion into her hand. She started at his shoulders and ran her fingers through his soft chest hair all the way to his belly button. She paid attention to his arms, also lightly covered in soft hair, rubbing them from his shoulders down to his fingertips. She straddled his waist and he could feel the damp warmth of her center all the way through his pajamas. He was undoubtedly aroused, his erection pulsing under her welcome weight. She put a little more lotion into her hands and leaned forward to rub it onto his cheeks, nose and forehead. Her breasts were enticing as she leaned over him. He reached up to cup them again as Violet leaned down to kiss Klaus's mouth, moving her lips against his with persistent pressure, sucking at his lower lip, then running her tongue along his.
She kissed along his jaw and down his neck and across his shoulder. Sliding her mostly naked body along his she kissed her way down to his nipples, sucking on them and swirling her tongue around their hardness. She held his waist as she dragged her lips down to his belly button and let her teeth graze the soft skin there. She maneuvered her way in between his legs and tugged at the waistband of his pajamas. She slowly pulled them off, kissing his bared skin as she went. Violet sat up to pull his shorts all the way off and tossed them onto the bed beside her. She was intimidated by his erection, but tried not to show any fear. She ran her hands up his thighs to touch the soft hairs growing at the base and looked up at Klaus as she leaned over to wrap her lips around the head of his erection. He was watching her intently and only when she took him all the way into her hot mouth did he have to close his eyes and lay his head back against the wall.
"Oh god, I have never seen anything sexier," he gasped. Violet felt pleased. She used her tongue to lick his velvety skin with her lips wrapped tight around him. She bobbed her head, starting out fairly slow, getting used to the feel of having so much in her mouth. He tasted warm and clean. Pretty soon he was bucking his hips and wrapping his fingers in her hair. He had never felt anything this good and he told her so. He was breathing rapidly, losing control. She cupped his soft sac and earned a low groan from Klaus, then dragged her fingertips down his inner thighs back to cup him again. She looked at him while she continued to pleasure him. His head was thrown back and his hands continued to stroke her hair. He tried to warn her that he was close.
"Violet, I'm going to…" but he couldn't find words and she only redoubled her efforts and hummed around his shaft causing sweet vibrations. "Violet!" He pulled at her hair but she ignored him. Finally, he was spilling warm, salty seed into her mouth as she hummed in satisfaction. He bucked into her mouth until he could take no more sensation.
He covered his face with his hands and groaned in satisfaction, letting his legs fall limply to the sides. Violet sat back on her heels to look at Klaus, who was totally naked and so beautiful in front of her. "Come here," he told her. "Let's go to sleep." He pried the covers out from underneath him and put his legs into the cool sheets. He held the blanket open for her and she crawled in beside him. He held her, tucked into his side, her leg wrapped over his.
He kissed the top of her head and laughed gently. "Well, that was new."