See what Hannah is doing.

"I don't know, man. I think I'm just going to walk around, see what's up. Maybe check in on my cousin."

"Ok, no problem. I'll text you. See ya!" Mark responds as you head towards the elevators, and you wave back at him.

The elevators aren't as crowded as when you came up, you head down to your cousin Hannah's floor. You remember her room number and decide to surprise her, accompanying your knock on her door with an incredibly fake housekeeping! call in an unidentifiable Eastern European accent.

Hannah doesn't answer the door, though. Laura does, in a bath towel that is pushed to the brink of covering both her tits and pussy. Having just gotten out of the shower apparently, her hair was still soaked, dripping down onto her bare shoulders, some droplets finding their way down her chest. You can't help but stare.

Laura seems to not notice or care, as she has a bored expression on her face and turns away from you, yelling out, "Hannah, your cousin is here," before heading back into the bathroom.

Hannah poked her head up from a couch in a back portion of the room. "Aaron!" she exclaims, getting up and walking over to you. She gives you a big hug. She's ready for the day (early as always), wearing a neon green bikini top with an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt hanging loose from her shoulders and some torn up and faded jean shorts too.

The hairdryer turns on in the background and you and Hannah make your way back to the couch she was sitting on before you came in. You see the port of Nassau approaching out their window. The two of you sit down, and Hannah asks, "So, what are you doing today?"

"Honestly, I don't know," you respond. "I was curious as to what you were up to."

"Oh! Well, Olivia, Laura, and I were going to go shopping in town. You know, look around, see if we can find anything really special. I expect that sounds boring to you, though." She's not wrong. Shopping isn't exactly what you had in mind.

Just then, you hear the key card being inserted at the door and turn to see it swing open, with Olivia coming in. Laura is probably what most people would consider the more attractive, just because of the absolutely massive tits and ass, but you'd put your money on Olivia. She was more athletically built, with toned legs and a midriff with faint outlines of her abs, on full display thanks to her solid white crop top. Her tits were huge too, just not compared to Laura. She had some black shorts and Stan Smith sneakers on.

"I found it! I got one!" she exclaimed. This was apparently exciting news, as Hannah got up from the couch and rushed over while Laura rushed out of the bathroom, now wearing short khaki shorts and a white spaghetti strap top with red and green stripes.

"Is it as nice as you expected?" Hannah asked anxiously.

"Better," Olivia responded in a told you so type of tone. You watched from the couch as she pulled something out of a ship gift shop bag. It was a... Royal Caribbean Cruise hoodie. Your confusion intensified as you got up and made your way over to the hoodie-worship congregation.

"Feel it!" Olivia demanded, flipping a portion of the bottom of the sweatshirt inside out. The girls put their hands on it and rubbed the material.

"Holy shit!" Hannah shouted.

"I think I might cum here and now," Laura said in an almost trance-like state.

"I told you guys, Royal Caribbean Cruises have the best sweatshirts ever."

"I'll get one later, that's REALLY nice," Hannah said, continuing to rub the material.

"I wouldn't wait too long," Olivia said knowingly. "Cruise ships only have limited supply, so if word gets out about these you're screwed."

"Ah shit, okay I'll go now. Laura you coming?"

"Yeah, okay," responded Laura, still somewhat in a trance.

You decided enough was enough and stepped forward to give it a go. The moment your hand touched the material you felt your knees go slightly weak. It was a sensation you've never felt before.

"Hannah, get me one."

"K."

The two of them left, leaving Olivia in there with just you and the all holy sweatshirt.

"Nice, huh," she said, smirking at you from the corner of her eye as she packed it away in a drawer.

"Yeah, how'd you know about that?"

"My parents took me on a lot of cruises when I was little."

"Oh so you're like an expert at this stuff?"

She laughed. "I guess a little, why? Need some expert advice?" she asked taking a step towards you with a smile on her face. You're not sure if you're reading the situation right. Is she making a move or just messing around?