I grabbed all the bags and threw them on my bed before hopping in the shower. I washed my hair and bathed, removed the showerhead, and switched it ove... to what I called the take-care-of-business setting, a strong, pulsing water stream. I sat down on the built-in seat, spread my legs, and let the vigorous, oscillating water take over. Holy shit! I was already so turned on just from his texts, I needed to cum so badly.As the pounding water hit against my aroused clit, I closed my eyes and thought. They were smiling looking at each other. Mom started the conversation:Mom – What was all that?Sister – The same as what you do with your son.Mom – I mean when it all started? And how?Dad – Relax babe. I will…Me – Hey dad. Don’t call her babe. She is my babe. And she (pointing to sister) is your babe.ad – Ok. But just be relax. I will tell you how and when it all started. And son your mom is my babe first and then yours.Mom – It’s ok, we will decide that later. But tell us your story now.Dad’s. As long as we didn’t collide with anything bigger than us, for now, we would survive. They had thought of almost everything. But as the days merged into one, a crushing despondency descended on us both. By the third week, most of our determination had evaporated. We just lay in each other’s arms, talking endlessly about our childhoods, our families about Edinburgh in the dead of winter and Krakow in the height of summer. When the ship’s proximity alarm sounded, it took minutes to rouse us from. It was 6:30. Time to ring the doorbell. I was excited too, but still very nervous. For what seemed like forever, the door didn't open. I was about to walk away and come back later when he opened the door and led me up the stairs and offered me a drink.The room he took me into was walled with mirrors, with padded stools set around the entire room. A padded table was in the center of the room with hooks at the top and stirrups at the bottom just like a doctors examining room table.After I.