.." You're not giving yourself enough credit, Brad. With your looks you should be doing great with the girls. I mean, if you weren't my brother I coul... go for you myself."He just looked at me, surprised."I mean, I could still go for you, even though you are my brother." I could go for you, Amber," he said, his voice a little tight, "especially... the way you look in that bathing suit..."He was overwhelmed by his young hormones and didn't really realize what he was saying."Oh, that is so nice of. After arising, gettingcleaned up and dressing, we began the day at breakfast. Nancycomplimented us on how nice we had looked all week in our skirtsand blouses. Mary commented how feminine our appearance was. Weleft the ship and started another day in port. Around one o'clock, we stopped for lunch at a local placethat Maureen and Beverly both recommended highly. The hostessplaced us at a corner table. After ordering our lunch, based onthe recommendations from the sisters, we sat back to talk. ..I'm not sure...have you ever...?"He looked cute and flustered. "It's not my first," she said. "I don't want you to think about me, anyway. Just do what you want. This is your night." Again he seemed hesitant, so as she slid her hand down the front of his waistband she said, "Would it help if you think about your wife?"He started. She stroked him. "It's all right. I don't mind. I'll be just like her, but better. It'll be my Halloween disguise." She pulled him down for a kiss, tongue tangling. We held that embrace and kiss for quite awhile, but our hips and legs seemed to be doing their own thing, as the next thing I knew I was back in the position that started this situation: bent over the seat with my head in the backseat and pussy facing the windshield. Only now, he was behind me and bent over the seat with me, lying against my back as he stroked slowly the full length in and then – just as slowly- back out until it almost escaped. But my starving cunt wouldn’t give up a treat.