You go back to your room

All over the boat, the party is already in full swing. The air is filled with delicious new fragrances.

You come across a few passengers but you restrain yourself as you want this kill to be a memorable one.

Soon you reach your cabin. You open the door. Immediately, you recognize the mixed apricot and peach scent of your sister’s perfume. It’s mixed with the smell of her sweat, delicious.

“Sam?” she asks.

“Yes it’s me.” you answer.

She is in your room wearing only her bra and thong going through her suitcase and giving you a beautiful view on her bubble butt. The dress she was wearing earlier is lying in heaps by her feet.

“Some jerk made me spill my drink on my dress, I had to change.” She says.

She turns holding a tiny red skirt and black halter neck top partly covering her nudity with the fashion items.

“What do you think?”She asks.

“Delicious,” you answer.

The concealment of your sister’s curves displeases you. At your sight Debra seems preoccupied.

“Sam? Are you all right? You look pretty pale. Where were you?”

She has left the skirt on the bed and she’s trying to tie the laces of the top behind her neck.

“If I told you you’d never believe me,” you answer moving closer to her “let me help you with that”.

It’s amazing how easy this is you think as you grab the two black laces from your sister’s hands.

Your fingers brush her skin, she jumps.

“Your hands are freezing” she says.

“Shhh,” you whisper in her hear.

You let the cords fall on her back and pass your arms around her neck letting your hands hovering near her tits. She shivers. Her dark hair tickles your nose. The apricot and peach scent of her perfume is replaced by the coconut of her shampoo. You press you breasts against her bare back.

You can feel the need surging. The tip of your tongue starts making small circles on the base of her neck. Salty and sharp with a hint of lust, her sweat teases your taste buds.Your disguise is gone, you know it. Your fangs ache for her flesh.

“Sam! What the fuck?” she says “stop that.”

“Shhh” you whisper again.

Your hands aren’t hovering anymore, her perfect breasts cupped by your fingers. The heat from your sister’s body radiates everywhere you touch her. She tries to push you away.