Chapter 2

Well, there was no great explanation for it, but up came Eddie like he’d hit a trampoline and he flew over my head and landed pretty hard on the deck.

His Mom rushed over to him, and Eddie was crying and holding his arm which we later found out was broken. My Mom rushed over too, and then my Dad, and soon there was a crowd. They were all watching Eddie and someone had some medical training I think because they wrapped his arm and made a sling and he was off to see the ship’s doctor.

Everyone was either watching him or trying to give advice, everyone except my Mom. She was staring at me most of the time, which made me a bit uncomfortable.

Eddie’s Dad had shown up at some point and right when Eddie was leaving for the doctor’s office he came over to me.

“Did you see what happened?” he asked.

I didn’t want to get Eddie in more trouble but his Mom saw what he was doing so there was no point in trying to cover for him.

“He was walking on top of the rail, sir. Mrs. Benson called out to him and then he slipped and fell.”

Mr. Benson just stared at me for a few seconds, like, he wasn’t sure he believed me, then leaned over the rail and looked down. I looked too. Then he looked at me again.

“How did he fall over the rail and then fly back up here, young lady?”

I looked again, and then at him.

“He must have hit the cover on the lifeboat and bounced up, Mr. Benson.” He looked down again, took a hard look, like he hadn’t seen the lifeboat before, then back at me, and then that was when my Mom got me and led me away.

“We need to talk about this, Embry, but not now,” and she and Dad led me back to the cabin. I was sulking a bit because I figured I was in trouble even though Eddie was the one climbing up on the rail. Kinsley, my older adopted sister, was already at the cabin showering.

Mom and Dad disappeared into their room and I guess they were getting ready for dinner. Eventually, Kinsley finished and came out wrapped in a towel.

“Embers,” only she and my boyfriend used that nickname, for different reasons, “the shower is yours, make it fast, I’m starving.” I had been looking out the sliding glass doors leading out onto the balcony, just reliving what had happened earlier. I acknowledged what she said with a quick look and nod and then made my way into our bathroom, locking the door.

As I started up the water and began disrobing, I sighed, thinking of Kinsley, and once again became disillusioned over how beautiful she was compared to me. I had removed my top and my bra and was sad to see that my breasts were still the same as yesterday, small compared to hers.

I could read the depressing number and letter as I dropped the bra to the floor: 32a. I felt as if they were never going to grow!

I removed my shorts and panties and stepped into the hot flow of water, thankful for Mom and Dad getting spending extra for a larger cabin where we didn’t feel like sardines packed in a tin.

The water quickly soaked my mid-back length red hair and I turned, allowing the water to spray my freckled face and travel down my body. Unlike Kinsley, I didn’t shave down there, so my little forest of fire-red hair captured some of the flow, soaking my fur.

I reached down and rubbed between my legs, feeling that all-familiar tingle as my fingers passed through my hair and came upon my slit. My clit quickly poked out to greet my digits and I shivered despite the steam rising from the very warm shower, my nipples awakening.

“Embry,” said Mom, calling out and knocking on the door, “hurry it up please.”

That broke the mood completely so I quickly soaped up and then rinsed off, drying myself and then slipping into a ship-supplied comfy robe. A few minutes later, dressed, we were on our way to dinner.