Chapter 21: Christmas Presents

As the ladies carefully packed away the leftovers, I was too stuffed to do anything but lay on the salon sofa and moan. Thank goodness I didn’t have to worry about loosening my pants, since I wasn’t wearing any.

It was Anna who came for me. She stood in front of the sofa and offered her hand without a word and led me down to their shared cabin, which was empty. Whether by chance or design, I didn’t ask. Then, still without a word, she handed me the bottle of baby oil and simply bent at the waist over the high berth.

I took a minute to rub my hands lightly over her upturned ass. So smooth and soft, it made my member harden to think of what she wanted. She took my enjoyment for hesitation saying, “Please. This is what I want for Christmas. Will you fuck my little ass, Santa Claus?”

“Well, Ho-Ho-Ho!” I said as I dribbled the oil in the crevice between her ass cheeks. Then using my cock, I spread the oil all up and down, pausing to tickle her little rosebud with the tip of my cock. Then pouring some oil in my hand, I began to trace my finger around her pucker, slowly inching my finger inside her tight band. I took a long time stretching her pucker, enjoying her soft moans of delight, before finally adding more oil and another finger. When I added that second finger she really began to moan. Finally, she began to talk dirty, telling me to fuck her pussy with my fingers and then fuck her ass with more fingers and then to finally fuck her ass with my dick.

I did as she commanded, since it was HER Christmas present! “Merry Christmas little girl,” I growled as my cock finally slid home.

“Ahaaa, Fuck!” she screamed. “Do it! Shove that monster up my ass!”

I slowly withdrew and then slowly impaled her ass again. I had discovered that girls seemed to like it slow and I tried to stay with a winning program. I kept the same pace, slowly in and then slowly back out, but with the gyrations of her ass, we were soon going faster.

“Fuck my pussy with your fingers!” she instructed between moans, and when I complied, she moaned even louder.

“Pull my hair!” she said. Again I complied. She hadn’t braided it this time but had it pulled back in a ponytail. I wrapped it around my fist and pulled gently.

“Pull harder! Like before!” she almost shouted.

I did and she propped herself up on straightened arms as she held onto the berth’s side rail.

“Squeeze those titties!” I ordered.

She let go of the rail and began to fondle and squeeze her titties. I paid close attention to how far she pulled them and filed it away. Then I flipped her around and hopped up on the berth with my hands on her boobs and her ass still impaled on my cock. She was moaning almost nonstop.

“I want your nipples, stick your chest out,” I whispered in her ear. She pushed her body forward a few inches, taking her back away from my chest and at the same time forcing my cock even deeper into her bowels.

“Play with that lonely pussy!” I commanded. “Use those fingers and pinch it and pull on it. Like this...”

Then I pinched her little nipples and began to pull. I knew she could move some so I pulled them even harder, as far as I could. When her boobs were stretched as taunt as I could get them, I slowly began to twist her little nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Then I began to hump my hips, causing my cock to stir in her ass.

“Aahhahhahhhh!” she screamed and then slowly slumped to the side. I quickly rotated her under me and lifted her hips to slide a pillow under them, effectively putting her ass up in the air. Then I began pummeling her ass with long hard strokes.

Anna began to chant, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” With every stroke until suddenly her whole body locked up, clamping down on my cock as I squirted my juice inside her.

Then I threw my body to the side to catch my breath. Anna didn’t move as her lungs inhaled vast amounts of oxygen. Then turning her head towards me, she said, “Merry Christmas, Sweetie!”

“You are so fucking amazing when you cum like that!” I told her. “That was the best Christmas present ever!”

“I’ll say!” she replied.

We lay there another moment when it hit me.

“Where is everybody? Usually we draw a crowd when we do this,” I said.

“Your mom told everyone to leave us alone until I come out,” she said as she pushed herself to her knees. “C’mon. We need a shower and I think I need someone to hold me up.”

As we toweled off, Anna let it slip.

“Hurry up, It’s past six o’clock!” she said.

“What happens at six o’clock?” I asked innocently.

“Uh-oh! I wasn’t supposed to say.”

“C’mon, give!” I said as I pulled on her nipple.

“Aggghhh!” Okay!” she cried. “Don’t make me cum again so soon!”

“Tell me,” I teased with my fingers next to her other nipple.

“Okay! Just don’t!” she said slapping my fingers away from her breast. “Jenna and Maryann both want a turn at giving you Christmas gifts.”

It hit me and I suddenly understood. And I knew what I had to do. I resisted the urge to holler ‘Next!” as I opened the cabin door and escorted a very satisfied Anna back to the salon. The girls were all there, sitting around the empty table, talking. Any guesses as to what, or whom they were discussing?

I got Anna and me a bottled water from the fridge and downed mine in one long pull. Then tossing the empty in the recycle bin, I turned and looked at the table of wide-eyed girls. My moms’ eyes were as wide as any of them.

“Would you like your Christmas present now?” I asked as I offered my mom my hand. She just looked at my hand, then at me, then at the others. I couldn’t believe she was seriously considering it.

“Alex. No!” Carina said, putting an end to the tease. I’d have to fill her in later that I wasn’t serious. But I filed away my mom’s response for further evaluation at another time.

“I’d like my Christmas present now,” Jenna said in a rush. Then she quickly rose and grabbed my hand and pulled me down to her stateroom.

“Whoa ... Slow down. What’s the rush?” I asked when we were in the room.

“I’m afraid that if I wait, I’ll chicken out!” she replied breathlessly.

“Then maybe we should wait,” I said.

“Nooo! I don’t want to wait!” she cried, “I’ve been thinking of nothing but this since Tuesday and every time I’d get my courage up, you were busy driving the boat or helping one of the others. You’re a hard man to get alone,” she told me.

“Well, you have me alone now,” I told her as I eased her down on the berth. “And I am yours to command.”

“Will you stay here while I go brush my teeth?” she asked.

“Of course,” I replied.

“Promise you won’t run away...” she said as she stepped into the bathroom. Moments later she was back and I tasted her lips. Yep! Minty clean!

Even though my instincts said to give her what she wanted, I hesitated. But when she looked up at me with those bright, puppy dog, eyes, my heart took over from my brain and I began to kiss her passionately.

A strange warming filled my heart as I remembered all those times through the years that I had wanted my twin sister to kiss me like this. And my heart began to swell. As we continued to kiss, the kiss became hungrier and hungrier. I thought my passion was great, but combined with my twin sister’s passion, it was off the charts!

“STOP!” Mom cried as she burst through the door just ahead of Archara and Carina.

“Look! And they’re only kissing!” Carina observed.

“This kissing! Is what destroy my boat?” Archara asked in Thai. She didn’t often use her native language (and I had a dickens of a time finding someone to translate it before I finally just asked her what she had said).

Jenna was confused, but I figured it out in a heartbeat. The problem was, I didn’t know that my love could produce the same effects as my anger.

Mom took charge.

“Alex, go talk to Roland. Jenna, you stay with me. Everybody else ... Out!” she said.

Carina was already talking quietly to Roland when I arrived on the bridge. So I took a seat across from them and waited. Mischa was on watch and the Captain was headed for the stairs. Vivienne was talking with Maryann and Victoria on the back sofa but their voices were too low to hear what they were saying. Anna arrived and the conversation on the back sofa quickly became more animated. I was sure she was relating what happened downstairs.

“Carina says there has been a new development,” Roland said. Carina was curled up with her feet under her and holding Roland’s arm tightly.

“First, I’m sorry if I scared everybody. I honestly didn’t know,” I told them.

“Know what, Alex,” Roland asked using his professional tone. Clearly something had spooked everyone.

“I didn’t know that extreme love, just like extreme anger or extreme fear, could trigger my power,” I said.

“Simple, neat, concise. I like that,” Roland said, commenting on my report. “I spent ten minutes listening to you, my dear and Alex sums everything up in twenty words or less. He is truly amazing.”

“Hurmph...” huffed Carina.

“Do you have a solution?” he asked me.

“Not yet. I need to do some more experiments. But I need someone I can trust. Would you allow me to borrow your wife for a little while?” I asked.

Roland grinned. “I suppose that might be permissible. In the name of science, of course!” he quipped.

Offering Carina my hand, she just looked from Roland to me and back again. She wasn’t buying our humor.

“What was THAT?” she cried. “I don’t get it. I come up here telling you everything, every detail, and you don’t seem to get it. Then HE comes up and with one sentence explains everything and I’m left sitting here in the dark. I’m a doctor, for god’s sake. I’m not a dummy. Or someone to run experiments on!”

“Pity!” Roland said. “Somehow I got the impression you would have enjoyed this particular experiment, right, Alex?”

I wasn’t getting in the middle of this one. I just smiled as I nodded my head.

“Henri-Roland Rappeneau!” she said sternly, before continuing in French. (Carina later translated it for me) “I’m going to call your mother if you don’t tell me what’s going on. Right this minute!”

“Calm down, my darling,” Roland said. Only he could have gotten away with telling her to calm down. Anyone else and she would have ripped their ears off, Hippocrates be damned.

“As you know,” Roland started to lecture. “The energy in Alex’s EMFs increase when he becomes angry or scared. You, yourself have witnessed it many times. All Alex said was that it appears that when he allowed his true feeling for his twin sister to surface, that also increased the energy running through his EMF’s.”

“So...” she said wanting more explanation.

“That revelation brings up countless questions. Why now? Why with his twin sister? Why not with his other sister? Why not with you?” Roland explained. “It also begs the question of IF it’s the same destructive energy? Or if it might lend itself to more positive exploits, such as healing?”

“You got ALL THAT from one lousy sentence?” she asked.

“Tell me how you can suture a blood vessel so small you need a microscope to see what you’re doing?” he asked for he knew she had done so many times.

“Oh...” she said quietly. “I sometime forget how skilled you are and how gifted Alex is. It seems that every time I listen to the two of you, I come away amazed. I truthfully was expecting you two to be going at it for the next few hours. But he sums it all up in one sentence and then wants to experiment on me! And you bloody well understood! And then gave me to him!”

I always found it fascinating when a French speaking native uses British curses.

Then Roland turned to me. “I don’t know how successful your experiment will be when she’s in this mood,” he said.

“I’ll show you mood!” she said indignantly as she jumped to her feet and began pulling me down the stairs. “Besides, I want MY bloody Christmas Present!”

When we got to her cabin, she slammed the door and stood there looking at me defiantly. Then she raised her hand and slapped the fire out of me. I just stood there dumbstruck. I had never seen the angry side of Carina.

The lights flashed one or twice but then I realized that I wasn’t angry. But I was confused and hurt.

“Why?” I asked softly. “What did I do?”

“You ... You made a fool of me!” she cried. “And in front of my husband!”

“No. No I did not. I think that you should be talking with him,” I said evenly. Then I opened the door and started up the stairs. Roland was sitting on the top step. He put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Don’t worry. She gets this way when she is confused. Please be patient with her.”

Then he walked down and opened their cabin door. I could hear Carina crying and it broke my heart. The door shut and there was no more sound.

When I reached the bridge, I plopped down in the captain’s chair, even though Mischa was on watch. I said nothing and she had the good sense to avoid me. Henri came on watch at eight o’clock and Mischa must have warned him because he didn’t approach me either.

About 8:30pm a call came through on the radio. They wanted the Captain.

“Go get him,” I told Henri. “I’ll watch out up here while you’re gone.”

It turns out it was the Chevalier Paul calling to wish us a Merry Christmas. Captain Alfred took one look at me and then turned and walked away without a word.

I sat in that chair the rest of the night, except for a quick trip to the head just before I went on watch at 4:00am. By that time, I had decided what to do. When I finally made the decision, I found exhaustion creeping up on me and for the first time ever, I fought to stay awake on watch. Fortunately, Captain Alfred showed up just before six o’clock to relieve me. I struggled down the stairs and out on the cockpit and buried myself in a couple of blankets and fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep.

Someone brought me coffee and a Danish. I drank half the coffee and didn’t touch the Danish. Then I rolled over and went back to sleep. No one disturbed me.

Around noon, I stood and headed to find a shower. Archara was in the galley and nodded towards her room. As I went by the other door, the door to Roland and Carina’s cabin, I was tempted to open it and talk to her. But I passed on by and headed for Archara’s shower.

Later, after a lonely sandwich by myself in the galley, I returned to the fantail. I was surprised to see us so close to land. It was a small island, and did not seem inhabited.

Suddenly, Captain Alfred appeared and asked me to drop the rear anchor. I didn’t question him. I didn’t really care. He was busy launching the dinghy.

“Get aboard, son. We’re taking a little trip,” he said. I climbed in and we shoved off. Three minutes later he beached the dinghy and told me to get out. Then he pushed off and left me standing there. I was all alone, but I could see the Serendipity at anchor so I hadn’t been truly marooned yet.

Ten minutes later the dinghy again approached the beach. This time it was Roland and he helped Carina climb from the dinghy, then he also returned to the boat.

“It appears someone wants us to talk in private,” I said.

“Alex, I wanted to apologize and was afraid I might make you angry. I didn’t want to risk the boat or the other’s lives to your anger, so I asked Roland to bring us here.”

I retreated to a nearby log and sat down. Then I looked at her. Finally I said, “It’s your nickel.”

I had heard my dad use that phrase to a guy on the golf course one time and asked him about it later. He said it referred to a time when there were these things called pay phones and it cost a nickel to make a call. What he was telling him was that he had made the appointment, so he should talk.

“Please don’t hate me, Alex. I have made a terrible mistake. I forgot all the things that were important to me and thought that you and Roland were playing me for the fool. I felt like I was setup for one of those horrible pranks like on the TV shows. And without understanding what was really going on, I became angry at the one person who bore no blame.”

“But why, Carina? Why were you really angry?”

“The truth?” she asked.

“Please,” I said.

“The truth is I was hurt. And jealous. You love your sister more than me.”

“How can you say that Carina?”

“Because you created sparks with her! And you were just kissing!”

I was silent for a few moments as I thought about how best to explain.

“This stuff with my emotions and my EMF’s are new to me, Carina. And I keep discovering new things about them all the time. It just so happened that while I was kissing Jenna, for the first time I let myself go. I let my emotions just run without control. It was the first time I had ever done that. Before that, I didn’t even know I could. And when I did, you know what my first thought was?”

“Non...” she replied in French.

“I thought about how I was looking forward to sharing that with you. I’m kissing my sister and thinking about you, Carina.”

“Oh, no...” she cried. “I really messed this one up. I slapped a young man who loves me and I argued with my husband. I treated the two most important men in my life like doo-doo,” she said.

“Doo-doo?” I laughed at her expression.

She just smiled back at me.

I held my arms open and she came to me, straddling my lap as she had done so many times before. I just sat there and held her while she cried. As she slowly calmed down, I raised her face to look into her eyes and then softly kissed her. When she kissed me back, I began to pour all my passions into that kiss, letting go just as I had done with Jenna. After a few moments, I dropped to my knees as I lowered her to the ground. I knew what she wanted so I positioned my cock where she wanted it and plunged downward.

We were locked in the most passionate of embraces and I lost track of everything else. Everything except Carina. I opened my heart to her, there on the beach, with the sun just setting beneath the waves, as I finally let her feel my real emotions. Soon, it was as though we were traveling through space and time as I shared my heart and the things I had loved and experienced as though she could see them through my eyes. It seemed to go on forever and the whole time, Carina was right there loving me.