Not quite...

No, you were wrong. It wasn’t repulsive. Quite the opposite. Your eyes couldn’t get enough drawn deeper and deeper into the nude form of your twin sister. You were horny, but you weren’t just horny. You were hornier than you had ever been in your life. Your hand was already buried deep between your thighs before you realised it, massaging your clit rhythmically as you scanned the photos of your sister. The high and mighty bitch, who always lorded herself over you, was squatting down by a swing set with her entire whorish body on display.

Her smile made it seem like she almost enjoyed it too. They might have **** that expression out of her, but you liked to think of it the other way. That deep down she wanted that.

You didn’t hear the door to your room opening, you were too busy furiously finger fucking your cunt and trying to guess how much cock your sister had gotten on this island. When your bathroom door was twisted open you recoiled in shock. The photos were tossed around the bathroom and you made quick efforts to hide your sopping cunt, but the smell of sex was well in the air. It was one of the crewmates, a man decked out in a white suit that placed him somewhere between a navy commander and a psychiatric orderly.

"Boarding pass, miss," he stated. His face was blank, but his eyes were fixed between your legs. You doubled your efforts in hiding yourself.

You screamed for him to get out, but he kept repeating his request. You had pulled your panties up and skirt by the time you finally answered him.

"Top drawer by the bed," you told him dismissively. You didn't have a boarding pass. You only occupied this room because it was the first you found to be unlocked when you snuck aboard.

You hoped he would leave to search, then take your escape, but the man merely snapped his fingers and another member of the crew, a woman wearing the same outfit, passed by behind him and began to search the room.

The man took a step closer to you. His hand reached towards your hair but you pulled away. You spied an erection placing immense pressure upon his pants.

"She won't find the boarding pass will she? You know," he continued, reaching again for your hair. This time he reached it, running a hand down its length. You quiver in fear. "We don't treat stowaways kindly."

You didn't have long to react, but you quickly threw a plan together all the same.