A Summer of Sin

It’s one thing to dream of holding a beautiful woman in your arms.

It’s another thing entirely to wake up doing it.

Her cozy warmth, back pressed against his bare chest. Her creamy skin, soft to the touch. Her golden hair silkily splayed out beneath his face, smelling of a familiar chemical strawberry.

Jace Holland’s arms squeezed tighter around her waist, pulling the figure closer to him. It couldn’t be helped. It was only instinct to press his hardness into the firmness of her ass, seeking that most wonderful friction. It was a perfect moment.

Almost.

“Good morning Jace,” the blonde goddess yawned, moving his arms up from her abdomen and around her shoulders, pulling his arms snugly around herself. “And good morning, little Jace,” she giggled, grinding her round, well defined ass into his crotch. “At least I know one of you are happy to see me.”

“Fuck,” Jace groaned dramatically, squeezing her tighter and very unsubtly thrusting against her cotton boyshorts. “Why do you tempt me so?”

“Because, cousin,” Isabelle Holland giggled again before twisting around to face him with a devilish smirk. “You’re just too easy.”

Jace groaned, releasing his very familiar cousin from his grasp and rolling onto his back. “You’re going to make me do something very stupid one day.”

“Oh please, you’re very much capable of being stupid on your own. You don’t need my help,” Isabelle teased, throwing her arm over his chest in a hug, hugging her large, pleasantly plump breasts into his pectoral. “I’ll be there to pick up the pieces though.”

“Wonderful,” Jace could help but grin, pulling his curly blonde hair back from his eyes with the arm that hadn’t reflexively curled around his cousin, partially returning her embrace. “I’m so glad that you’ll be there for me,” he intoned heavy with sarcasm.”

“Always,” she giggled, sliding her leg over both of his in a comfortable, practiced manner.

A small part of Jace knew that he and his cousin were probably a bit closer than cousins usually were supposed to be. The loose cotton tank top being the only thing that separated his bare chest from Izzy’s perfect breasts was probably more risqué than what the sensible types would consider proper.

Jace just didn’t really care. The fact that the tank top she was wearing was actually Jace’s only served to show how close the cousins were. Besides, Izzy obviously wore it much better.

Since they were babies, Jace and Izzy had always shared a bed when they stayed together. As toddlers, Jace and his twin sister Dana shared a bedroom, so Izzy staying with the two of them was nothing out of the ordinary. As they grew older, Jace and Dana moving to separate rooms, their family was surprised that Izzy would create a fuss whenever they suggested she sleep in Dana’s bedroom. Young Izzy refused to be separated from “her Jace”. Still, they were young enough that their parents weren’t too worried. It was very cute, after all.

Izzy refusing to sleep anywhere besides Jace’s bed started to turn a few more heads as they entered puberty, however. Isabelle inheriting her family’s ample hereditary gifts caused Jace’s father especially to put his foot down. Isabelle was **** to sleep in Dana’s room, or would not be allowed to spend the night any longer.

That lasted all of one night, as the family would wake to find Isabelle had snuck into Jace’s room, and fallen asleep in the same position that they would find themselves this morning, and every time prior. After seeing the radiant smile on her face as she lay curled up in Jace’s arms, nobody had the heart to tell her she couldn’t stay with “her Jace.” Ever since then, Izzy staying the night had meant that she would be staying in Jace’s bed.

BANG BANG BANG!

A loud knock on his door broke Jace from his reverie, startling Izzy, too, whose eyes had begun to close once more.

“Wakey Wakey! Let’s go Jacey!” cried out another of his family members, the unmistakably excitable voice of his twin sister Dana, her call to action another trait that had remained since their shared early childhood. “Come on Izzy! Let’s get busy!”

BANG BANG BANG!

“Oh dear God, make it stop,” Jace’s cousin groaned, rolling over Jace so that her entire chest pushed into his, wrapping her arms around his neck as her head burying into the pillow just above his shoulder.

Jace himself only chuckled, used to his twin’s excitable nature. Besides, there was a purpose to being up and ready, Izzy had stayed the night for a reason. “You heard the lady,” he grinned. “It’s time to get busy. We have an ‘educational excursion’ to attend to, by which I mean a very luxurious cruise liner to ****.”

Izzy’s hips wiggled in agreement, giving Jace a small show which he was incapable of looking away from. “It is a very nice boat,” she conceded with a grin. She knew exactly what she was doing with her rear end. “I had a look at the pamphlet. That built-in pool looks amazing.”

“You’ll have to give me a tour,” Jace grinned as he began rubbing his hands on the outside of her straddling thighs.

“What’s that?” Izzy purred, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her soft skin. “You want me to give you a tour of the pool?”

“Well I meant the whole cruise liner,” Jace grinned back before a glint flashed in his eyes. “But I’ll never say no to seeing you in a bikini.”

Izzy rose up then, sitting back onto Jace’s hips. Her wonderful ass cupped his now straining erection, her eyes looking down at him knowingly. Izzy then begin to stretch her upper body in a manner that was VERY pleasing to Jace’s eyes, all the time without breaking eye contact. Izzy leaned back down, bracing herself with her hands each side of Jace’s head, her cleavage practically spilling from her borrowed tank top. Izzy’s golden hair framed her face, dropping down to shield their visages from the rest of the world. “Who said anything about a bikini?” Izzy smirked. The teasing vixen then ever so slightly began to grind back onto Jace’s throbbing hardness.

“Fuuuck,” Jace panted.

Izzy’s predatory grin then broke into a bright smile, sitting back up before rolling off the bed and onto the floor. “Come on, cousin. Let’s get ready for the summer vacation of a lifetime.” She teased knowingly.

Jace couldn’t look away, staring at her ass as she walked towards the door. There was absolutely no mistaking the very intent-filled swing to her hips. This woman was definitely going to make him do something stupid.

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The Oasis was truly something else. A marvel of modern engineering, The Oasis was the newest Prism Class model of the Crystal Ocean Cruising Company, and easily the pride of the fleet. Smaller than most other Cruise Liners, The Oasis more than made up for it in spectacle.

Prism Class models were infamous for being 18+ only vessels, complete with a Nightclub, multiple bars and restaurants, a Casino and even an adult entertainment deck. It was these risqué additions to the vessel which also scared away the older crowd, leaving the traditional passenger profile to skew much younger than a normal cruise ship. Because of this, The Oasis, and other ships like it, offered three different classes of cabin for their passengers, including the more economic “Communal” class, which catered to those young and brazen enough to share certain facilities. In fact, it was signing up to test out some experimental Communal class rooms that allowed such a large contingent of Amethyst Shore residents to even participate in the cruise.

Jace was currently waiting to board with a large contingent of his friends, family and neighbors, gathered together in a loose group at the cruise ship terminal. The colorful clothing and ample skin on display confirmed that the majority of his companions were prepared for a decidedly summer vacation. Some of the group stood, others such as Jace sat on their luggage, some browsing their phones as others laughed with the person next to them.

To Jace’s right, his sister Dana and her best friend and neighbor Brooklyn Robinson laughed at a video David Johnson, the third of their trio, shared on his phone. Jace tried not to stare, but Dana’s large breasts were practically bursting out from her ribbed purple crop top. His family certainly did not lack in that department, though the way her matching mini-skirt hugged her long legs also didn’t escape his eye. Instead, his eyes roamed to Brooklyn, the moral pillar of their small group. As a youth, Brooklyn was somewhat plain, a bit of a late bloomer all things considered. As such, she had grown up believing that what was inside a person mattered much more than their appearance. Most of the time. The Brooklyn Robinson that now stood in front of him possessed flawless tanned skin, a winning smile, wonderful large breasts (larger even than Dana) and best of all, the most perfectly round, sculpted ass, toned by two years now of high intensity cheer leader workouts that bulged against her tight, acid washed jeans. Her rapid growth into the stunning visage she now possessed took many people by surprise, Jace amongst them. Brooklyn scoffed attempting to scold her friends about the obviously crude video in front of her, crossing her arms and pushing out her ample chest against her loose fitting, olive green tank top. Whilst Jace had definitely noticed his neighbor’s growth spurt, he was convinced that David Johnson might be the only guy in the world who hadn’t. Jace and David were on friendly terms, of course, their mothers being friends from a young age, but the skinny brown haired guy had always got along better with Dana. Still, there were something things that David had only shared with Jace, such as his unrequited love of large breasted women. Jace could appreciate that as well, but was totally confused at why he never seemed to notice the brunette bombshell that Brooklyn had grown into.

Continuing around the haphazard circle, Jace grinned as he caught the eye of his best friend, Amy Blackson, who waved back with a smile of her own. Jace and Amy had been best friends since their first days of pre-school, and inseparable ever since. The busty red-head’s freckled cleavage was framed by a knotted, blue-green plaid crop top which brought out the color in her green eyes and contrasted with her pale skin. To her side, she chatted with the nervous looking Jimmy “My name is James, not Jimmy” Winchester. Jace didn’t know the guy too well, as he had only moved in next door to Amy a few weeks ago. One of the originally planned passengers was **** to leave at the last second, and as such Jace couldn’t say know when his best friend begged him to invite the skinny looking teen along. He would give the guy a chance, though wasn’t exactly happy when he caught Jimmy’s eyes immediately drop to Amy’s cleavage when she wasn’t looking.

Jace’s frown only deepened as his eyes continued around the circle. Evan Simmons sat upon his own suitcase, a smug grin plastered all over his face, however that alone wasn’t drawing Jace’s ire. No, the tall and well-built young man with black hair and vivid blue eyes held something very important to Jace. Seated across Evan’s lap, his hands holding her tight by her lower back and outer thigh, was Jace’s own mother. Danielle Holland, Dani to everyone who new her, appeared to be regaling their neighbor with her frustrations of having to re-organise her entire vacation after her husband, and Jace’s father, cancelled at the last minute. Dani’s faded Violet River High Cheer shirt stretched against her ample breasts, and her black lycra gym shorts hugged her large, round ass. As Dani would tell it, her shirt used to fit perfectly back when she was a cheerleader in high school, but two pregnancies and years of breastfeeding had only made them grow. It seemed to defy logic, but they were just as perky as they were at 18. There’s something in the water in Amethyst Shore, as Jace’s busty grandmother used to say.

Evan pulled back, bringing Dani’s attention to his face. The raven haired teen whispered something into her ear, causing a brilliant smile to break out on the older woman’s face. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Evan’s neck and squeezing her chest against his in a grateful hug. Evan returned the embrace, though if Dani cared that his hand migrated from her outer thigh to cupping and even squeezing her ass, she didn’t say anything.

Seeking a less offensive sight to his eye, Jace found it in the image of his good friend Emily Wilkins talking to his former babysitter Olivia Vane. Jace and Emily had only really been friends since junior year, but it was quickly apparent that they got on well together. Emily was a confident, friendly Latina who often failed to notice the affects her large breasts and toned ass had on the male population of their school. In her white tank top and denim jean shorts, she certainly had an affect on Jace right now. Still, that was nothing compared to Olivia Vane. Olivia had been Jace’s baby sitter as a kid, along with what would have to be half of the other teens present. His parents would often hire her to look after him when they needed a night on the town, becoming Jace’s first crush since the moment he began to notice girls. The very, very well-endowed young woman had been the subject of his very first fantasies, and still regularly visited him in them. Olivia nodded seriously at something Emily told her, crossing her arms below her enormous tights and searing the image into Jace’s brain. Olivia’s pink t-shirt was stretched across her massive rack, somehow both constricting them but also making them look bigger.

Yes, Jace was definitely a tit man through and through.

Olivia was already waiting at the terminal before Jace and his family, And was currently embracing Evan who had arrived slightly before the Hollands. Evan made sure to hug her fiercely, before pulling slightly back with his hands dropping to her hips. "Evan," she giggled. "It's not as if we didn't see each other last night."

"Every hour away from you is like an eternity," Evan replied with the most serious smoulder he could muster.

Olivia simply shook her head on good humor before leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. "Well hopefully you're sated for now."

Looking to save his crush from the over-bearing line backer, Jace walked forward himself to greet Olivia. “Don’t I get a hello hug too?” he grinned. Olivia giggled and broke apart from Evan, walking towards his rival. As she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek as well, Jace took her in his arms, bent her over her back, and delivered a searing kiss of his own to the busty blonde beauty's lips. Olivia's arms first swung out in shock, before gently coming to frame his face where Jace could feel her lips turn into a grin. Now kissing her charge back, Olivia's leg began to rise up slightly, the teen grabbing it under her knee and pulling it over his hip. Jace eventually stood her back up, Olivia's face very flushed and chest panting. "Wow," was all she could muster.

Jace simply winked at her, still holding the former babysitter in his arms, his own hands dropping lower on her back. "I missed you more," he growled. A flustered Olivia had to grab some space after that episode, earning a chuckle from his sister and a frown from his cousin. Jace sat on his suitcase with a shit-eating grin, where he remained until now. Evan, meanwhile, had decided to greet Dani and bring her back to his own suitcase to sit on.

Next to Emily stood her best friend Gabrielle “Gabby” Barnes, who seemed to be locked in a conversation with Sam Wayne, noted playboy and recovering asshole. Sometimes. Gabby Barnes possessed even larger breasts than her friend, and whereas Emily’s current cleavage was tastefully displayed, the brunette’s choice of attire was anything but subtle. Gabby wore a tight red crop top, low cut to show off her tattoos from collar to left wrist, and of course her extremely ample cleavage. Whereas Emily was attractive in a fun loving, energetic way, Gabby could be described as nothing else but sexy – and she knew it. Emily’s cleavage drew the eye as it showed glimpses of a hidden treasure. Gabby’s demanded that you looked, and smugly knew that you had no other option.

Sam held an easy grin on his face, standing just a bit closer to Gabby than would normally be comfortable and brushing his blonde hair back from his forehead. Gabby rolled her eyes and scoffed at whatever he said, however didn’t move away. Still, Jace did manage to notice she became to sway with just the faintest swing to her hips. The slight blush that appeared also told a different story. Sam himself only smirked, obviously pleased at her reaction. The young man had quite the infamous reputation as a lady killer, and it was no surprise why.

Reclining on a stack of three different suitcases shaped into a chair, Gabby’s mother Rachel Barnes surveyed the crowd, her bold blue eyes peeking out over her sunglasses. Rachel had grown up with Dani, and the two had been best friends since they were young children. Rachel wore a yellow, halter sarong which was styled in a way to flaunt her very large breasts. Only Olivia Vane was larger than Rachel in that department, though where Olivia came across as sweet and a little unsure of herself, Rachel was a walking, talking sexual goddess. Adding to her legend in Jace’s mind, Rachel would often take pleasure in getting Jace very uncomfortable, seemingly knowledgeable of every button to press.

The final pair of travelers currently awaiting their time to board were a pair of blond beauties. His cousin Izzy sat on her suitcase, an obviously bored visage dominating her face as she listened to her best friend’s complaints. Izzy caught Jace staring, before pushing her tight yellow crop top together with her upper arms, winking at Jace as she gave him something to look at.

Izzy’s eyes opened wide, the blonde teen sitting up straight and pointing at something behind the group. “She’s here!” Isabelle called out. “Ana’s finally here!”

Jace turned around, unable to hold back a chuckle as he saw Anastasia Prescott hurry towards the gathered group, wheeling two large suitcases with two more duffel bags over her shoulders. Anastasia was a friend of his sister’s, though very recently had started to get along more and more with Jace as well. Anastasia was the Cheer squad captain at Violet River High, and could at times be quite passionate and intense. Rumors swirled about her apparent promiscuity, although Jace himself was never one to put much stock in rumors. In her tight orange tank top and blue booty shorts, Ana certainly cut a distinct figure. Pulling up beside where Jace sat on his suitcase, the green-eyed brunette bent over and began to suck in breaths.

It would come as little surprise that Jace’s cock began to harden at the sight, for Anastasia Prescott’s current pose give Jace the perfect view at her amazing ass. Locker room talk amongst the guys at school would often devolve into comparing their female cohort, and comparing Anastasia’s ass to Brooklyn’s was a very common discussion. Jace would never say it to anyone of course, but he preferred Ana’s.

“All right, about time! Are you sure you’ve got all got your bags?” called out an annoyed but unmistakably authoritative young woman’s voice. There was no mistaking the uniquely confident Skylar Wayne for anyone else. As Jace looked towards the direction of the voice, he could only grin at the situation he found himself in. Skylar was the very vision of beauty herself. Garbed in a white halter sundress with a green floral pattern on the skirt that matched her green eyes, Sky looked every bit the beauty that she, and everyone else, knew she was. Whilst the dress would look relatively conservative on most other women, Sky’s ample bosom made the outside look positively indecent. She didn’t even have to **** her tits together to look obscene like her best friend Izzy who sat beside her. Being only the vice-captain of the cheer squad was a sore spot for her, and drove her rivalry with Anastasia only further.

“Yes, Skylar. I’m pretty sure,” Anastasia called back from Jace’s side. “Pretty sure you’re a bitch,” she whispered just to Jace, getting a grin from the teen as he tried to hide his hardening length in his loose white button up shirt and green canvas shorts.

“Just making sure,” Sky forcefully grinned back at Anastasia. There was no love lost between the two. “I wouldn’t want you to forget something important, considering you’ve already seemed to have forgotten what time we were supposed to be here by.”

“I just had to find a park. Your ego takes up half the parking lot,” Ana returned with a sneer.

“Alright, alright,” Dani interrupted, standing up from Evan’s lap. The black-haired line-backer stood up as well, standing far to close for Jace’s comfort as he put his hands on Dani’s hips. “Let’s not ruin our vacation before it’s even begun.”

Skylar and Anastasia had the good grace to look chastised at the older woman’s words, apologizing quietly to the group’s main chaperone.

Still panting from the spring to the terminal, Anastasia dropped down to Jace’s side, sitting next to him on his suitcase. “Phew,” Ana exhaled. “I’m all hot and sweaty after that run.” Jace’s eyes widened at her familiarity, before trying to shuffle over to give her some more room on the seat. “No no, stay there,” the brunette ordered him, reclining back onto his chest. Jace, unsure how to respond, complied.

Anastasia was breathing heavily. The sprint in the hot summer sun with multiple pounds of baggage had clearly taken it out of her, as she began to fan herself with her hand. Jace couldn’t help but look over to her, noticing her light sweat had made her upper chest start to shine. Jace’s eyes began to trail down her chest, where her tank top found some separation from her skin. Jace’s gaze was drawn further down…

Oh. Anastasia Prescott was decidedly not wearing a bra today.

“See anything you like?” Jace was jolted out of his trance, leaning back and causing Ana’s shoulders to slip down onto his lap, looking straight up at him with a wicked grin. “It’s not like my tits are small or anything, but I’ve been told my ass is the real scene stealer.”

“I – I wasn’t,” Jace mumbled over himself, before accepting he had been caught red handed. “Sorry Anastasia.”

The cheerleader grinned even wider somehow, before her wild smile shifted into something easier. “Two things, Jace. From now on, you call me Ana, got it?”

“Uhh, ok.”

“Ok?”

“Ok, Ana.”

“Good.” Still looking up at him from his lap, Ana gave him a wink. “And two, next time you want to look at my sexy self, all you need to do is ask.”

Jace could only shake his head, a small chuckle escaping in exasperation. “Anything you say.”

“Anything?” Her wicked grin returning.

“At your service,” Jace awkwardly attempted to bow, but finding it a bit awkward with Ana resting across his legs.

“Let’s keep that servicing in mind for later, shall we?” she giggled. “We don’t want to make a scene. Yet.”

Jace grinned along. He and Anastasia had only really started hanging out occasionally this summer, but they both realized they got along very well, very quickly. Jace had no qualms at all when Dana had suggested inviting her.

After her giggles subsided, Ana sat back up and leaned against Jace’s shoulder. “I wasn’t sure about coming on this trip, to be honest,” she admitted.

Jace wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side in a show of support. “I’m glad you came,” he told her.

Ana turned to look into Jace’s eyes. “So am I. I’m glad you’re here too. Besides Dana and Brooklyn, I know I don’t exactly get along with everyone here. I was worried that I would just be ignored or left alone” It went unsaid which blonde, vice-captain Ana was referring to.

“Forget about that,” Jace reassured her with a squeeze. “If you ever need anyone for anything, just let me know. I’ll always look out for you.”

Anastasia leaned back into Jace’s chest, much more relaxed than she was before. “I know,” she whispered to herself.

The sound of clapping roused both the teams from their comfortable position. Dani had taken center stage, and was now facing the rest of the group. As everyone’s attention was drawn to her, Dani started to speak.

“Now that everyone is here, we can begin to board. I have the room keys with me now, and we’ll be doubling up for the next two weeks.” The crowd all stood now, an excitable energy shared by all.

“Mrs Holland,” Skylar asked. “How are we going to split up the rooms?”