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Note to reader. This story contains scenes of lesbian/bi sexual sex, first time reluctance and submission. If this offends you please find another story, but if your read on, please enjoy. This first chapter has a slow build as we learn about the characters, but in the end it does heat up. As always your comments and suggestion are welcome.
Dreamland was a moderately successful musical trio, whose music was a mix of country and soft rock, made up of one brother and two sisters– Debbie, 30; Mark, 26; and Amber, 25. They began singing together more than fifteen years ago at church, school, and YouTube.
Moderately successful, in that they had made it farther than most, but were nowhere near stardom. Of the thousands of singers and bands that had tried to make it in Nashville, they were among the top. They earned enough to live on, but not lavishly by any stretch. They were working on their third album, but they had all only sold directly on Amazon and the streaming platforms.
They opened for a few tours at selected stops, and had played the Ryman Theater in Nashville. They performed with Darius Rucker, Leanne Rimes and the Eli Young Band. And toured with Jake Owen.
This put them in the top few percent of Nashville performers, but not in the one percent the multitude of bands strive for. For the most part, they still had to book gigs off their website, or take spotty fill-in slots on various tours that were usually last minute and limited.
They had had their moments when they all thought maybe it was time to give up the dream and to try something different, but in the end, they loved music and, despite the typical sibling squabbles, they stuck together. They were in one of those lulls as the new album had been a struggle; they closed it out and it was in final editing, when their manager called with another last-minute opportunity.
Debbie took the call and when their manager Arthur mentioned an opportunity, she added Mark and Amber to the call.
“Sorry, it’s last minute, but It’s an interesting one. Coming off the album work, it can also be a working vacation,” said Art.
“Is it Vegas?” asked Amber.
“No, but there is gambling,” replied Art, without elaborating.
“Atlantic City?” asked Mark.
“Nope…”
“A Cherokee casino somewhere?”
“Nope. Any more guesses?” asked Art, enjoying the game that had spontaneously gotten started.
“Spill, Art,” said Debbie.
“It’s a cruise.”
There was collective silence, as they processed.
“Doesn’t sound like a career builder, but a working vacation, suddenly sounds a little better. Never been on a cruise.”
“How long’s the gig?” asked Amber.
“Eleven nights, and pack the bathing suits, it’s the Southern Caribbean, leaving from Fort Lauderdale. You will need to be in Fort Lauderdale in three days with your equipment. You get to board a day early so twelve nights, actually. You can get a rehearsal in the auditorium and meet the other bands before the cruise begins”
“Who are the other bands?” asked Mark.
“Getting to that. But first, the opening just occurred because K.D. Lang had to withdraw. The other two on the ticket are Chely Wright and Lila McCann. So you would open five shows for 25 thousand dollars.
“K.D.’s entourage had five rooms that would be yours. So, the three of you, your drummer and sound engineer, would each get their own room, prepaid along with comped food and beverages. They would also like you to do some sets acoustically in the piano bar each night. There are always tips associated with that, and the days are yours to do whatever you like.”
“Can we make this a cruise ship residency deal?” teased Amber.
“Can I bring Brittney?” asked Mark.
“No residency, I’m afraid, but yes, significant others are included. Sounds like Amber’s in.”
Debbie looked at Amber, since both were between boyfriends. They smiled and joked, “What happens on the cruise stays on the cruise.”
“That sounds like a yes all around,” said Art.
We need to check with Kevin and Mike, but Chely Wright and Lila McCann and our first cruise… Give us an hour and we’ll call you back,” said Debbie.
They hung up and jumped up and down, having one of those moments that made it all worth it. They weren’t rich by any stretch of the imagination, but they had reached a level of success that opened the doors to new opportunities that very few would ever get to experience.
Mark pointed to Debbie’s phone. “Call Brittney first, put it on speaker.”
Debbie speed dialed, and she answered, “Hey Dee, what’s up?”
“We have a surprise. You’re on speaker,” said Debbie.
“Brit, do you think you could get two weeks off? We have a chance to go on a free Caribbean Cruise and get paid!” asked Mark, happily.
“Well, I do work for my dad, so I think I might be able to convince the boss. When?”
“We’d have to leave for Fort Lauderdale tomorrow with the box truck and Amber’s car.”
“Are you kidding? I don’t even have kurtköy escort a decent bathing suit,” replied Brittney. “That will piss off the boss, with no notice.”
“Why my car?” asked Amber.
“Ah, let’s see, a 1983 Caddy, the trunk is big enough for our gear and suitcases, either that or twelve and a half hours with four of us in a Corolla and luggage strapped to the top. No offence, sweetie,” joked Mark.
“So you’re serious?” asked Brittney.
“Yes, we have an hour or so to decide. We’ll need to brush up on K.D. songs. We should at least cover “Constant Craving” for the disappointed fans.”
“Love that song. Got it programmed,” said Amber, pointing at her head.
“Talk to your dad, babe, and call back quickly…”
“Will we have our own room?” asked Brittney.
“Yes, significant others are included,” responded Mark.
“We each get a room, too,” said Debbie.
Amber joked, “What happens on the cruise ship…”
“Stays on the cruise ship,” all three ladies finished together.
“I like it,” said Brittney, excitedly.
“I hope that includes me,” teased Mark.
“Of course, my love, I would never exclude you,” joked Brittney.
Debbie and Amber looked at one another, with a surprised expression.
“Cruise ship rules,” said Debbie.
“I am liking the sounds of this. Let me call the boss.” Brittney used her sweet daughter voice. “Daddy, I have a once in a lifetime opportunity, but I don’t want to leave you shorthanded…”
“Yeah, you’ll be coming,” said Mark. “We need to call Kevin and Mike. Call us back once you hear from your dad.”
“Okay what time will we need to leave? Ladies, can we go shopping this evening?” asked Brittney.
“Not sure, depends what time we can board on Thursday. It’s gonna be at least twelve hours, probably more. Maybe early, if we want to drive it all tomorrow. Talk to your dad,” said Mark.
“All right, love ya’, bye.”
Brittney hung up, excited. She was happy to hear her sisters-in-law Debbie and Amber sounding so bold and excited. The Richards family came from small town Mississippi and were usually very reserved and cautious. They had deep Christian roots, and Brittney always felt like the harlot of the family.
Although, she had seen the secret side of Mark, and had pushed him to do things she never thought he would be open to. So maybe, the girls had that hidden side, as well. But, she never really saw Amber or Debbie exhibit any risqué behavior, outside of having some of their outfits on stage a bit skimpy.
Debbie, in particular, came across as if she felt it was a necessary evil for marketing the band, but didn’t really enjoy showing off her body to strangers. Amber seemed to like the attention a bit more, being the youngest and the most rebellious of the three.
Brittney thought both were quite beautiful, but very reserved. They were similar in build, not chunky by any means, but not twigs, either. They had a little meat on the bones, and both had some junk in the trunk, but they were flat bellied with wide, curvy hips and round, prominent asses. They both had long dark brown hair, and small-to-medium breasts. Amber, though younger, was two inches taller and slightly larger framed. She had brown eyes, and Debbie’s were more hazel. Brittney’s opinion of their beauty may have been biased, due to the fact that she looked like a third sister, including her bluish-hazel eyes.
Brittney also had a love of music, played guitar and sang, as well. She was always cautious about ever insinuating herself into the band but did sing with them and play at casual events and family settings. Never on stage, despite Mark’s occasional push to have her do so. She would not become a rift in the dynamic that had kept the siblings together for so long.
As predicted, Brittney was able to convince her father to let her get the time off. Then she texted Debbie and Amber about taking a quick shopping trip that evening.
Brittney: Are U up for shopping this evening? I need a bathing suit and some accessories.
Debbie: I could use 1 or 2 😊
Amber: Green Hill OK?
Debbie: OK, time?
Brittney: Lots 2 do, how’s 5?
Amber: meet at Lilly Pulitzer?
Brittney: ok, then V.S.
Debbie: Need a real bathing suit, not butt floss
Brittney: What happens on the cruise…
Amber: Thongs all around! 😊
Brittney: I’m in!
Debbie: Nope
Amber: flaunt it sis!
Debbie: 5 @ Lilly, gotta get ready
After a crazy afternoon of packing and prepping, Amber and Brittney arrived on time and scoped the bikinis at Lilly Pulitzer. They were very cute and actually perfect for Amber’s taste, and they were sure Debbie would love them.
“These are almost too perfect,” said Brittney.
“Yes, but this trip is about cutting loose. We need less cute and more slut. Let’s try Victoria’s Secret. I’ll let Debbie know,” said Amber.
She texted and Debbie agreed to meet beykoz escort them at Victoria’s Secret and said she was fifteen minutes out. So they went to Nordstrom on the way and checked out their offerings. There were a couple more risqué options there, and they noted it could be their backup store in case VS didn’t come through.
When the three of them entered Victoria’s Secret, Amber set the tone and immediately went to a red mini-string bikini that left nothing to the imagination. The bottoms of the bikini consisted of a triangle in front and back, connected by a quarter-inch-wide strap for the waistband, the rear triangle covered two thirds the width of the lower back at the waistband and narrowed to a point about mid-ass crack. It exposed easily three-quarters of her ass cheeks.
The top reminded Debbie of two slings. The cups, if one could call them that, were tall, skinny triangular halters with the quarter-inch shoulder straps going straight up over the shoulders. There was a three-inch gap between them at the bottom that consisted of the quarter-inch strap material, so the inner third of each breast and everything in between were bare. The cups narrowed quickly, barely covering Amber’s half-dollar areolas. In back, the tiny shoulder straps angled toward the center of her back and connected to the quarter-inch horizontal strap. It exposed almost her entire back.
Debbie thought if one were to cut the top down the middle, they could make two slings, just like young King David used to take down the giant. Although, she thought putting those slings on Amber’s tits, could slay a few giants just as effectively.
Debbie could not bring herself to buy anything so bold. She looked at some more traditional bikinis, much to the chagrin of Brittney and Amber. To apply a little more peer pressure, Brittney picked out a little leopard number.
The top was a classic string bikini that tied behind the neck and in the back. Debbie was shocked by it, thinking how easily someone could sneak up behind, grip both strings, pull them, and she’d be topless before she even knew it.
The bottom was a low-cut tiny bikini with one-inch-wide straps that carried around to the back. On the left front hip, there was a gold-colored heart that held the strap together and added just a hint of sexiness. The back was the one-inch leopard strap with a tiny triangle at the top of her ass crack, exposing even more of her ass than Brittney’s.
Debbie was not ready for that extreme; Amber and Brittney finally relented with a ruched, more traditional cut bottom, with a ruffled waistband, and ruffles around the legs. What sold them was the ruched seam down the center of the ass drew the bottoms into her crack, highlighting her ass beautifully, and the way it pulled the waistband down in the center, made it look like a ruffled heart– that would draw the observer’s eye to her beautiful round ass.
The top was a more conservative halter-cut design that tied at her neck with the ruffles outlining her chest opening. There was an inch-wide wraparound strap that clipped in the back. What also set it off was the color– ‘shocking blue’.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, she cringed.”Oh God, it makes my ass look huge.”
“First of all, Kim Kardashian would be deeply offended. If your ass is huge, what is hers? Secondly, your ass looks great, Debbie,” Amber encouraged.
“Okay, but I’m gonna need a wrap…”
“Nope. We are on a cruise; we are having fun, and we are flaunting it!” replied Amber.
The final concession by Debbie was that no wraps or cover-ups were allowed. Bodies would be fully visible while wearing bathing suits. The only exception would be Daisy Dukes, if they ate at a restaurant or something.
They were all impressed at how quickly they had decided. They made the purchases; despite the fact they were the most expensive bathing suits they’d ever bought. They quickly headed home to finish packing.
A barrage of texts flew all night with plans; questions on what to pack; what equipment and how much luggage was allowed. Their manager let them know the number of bags, each could have, and at what time they could unload their equipment and where.
Mark, Mike, and Kevin made sure the truck was loaded and fueled. Since they could unload at ten o’clock Thursday morning, they decided it was best to get an early start Wednesday because it would be a twelve-and-a-half-hour drive with no traffic issues. With Atlanta four hours out, they chose to leave at six AM to put them there around ten AM, hopefully after the morning rush.
Mike and Kevin led with the truck, while Mark, Brittney, Debbie, and Amber followed in the Caddy.
Debbie and Amber brought a guitar and mini-keyboard in the car, and since they were subbing for K.D. Lang, they decided to refresh the song in their minds, to do a cover of “Constant Craving” during their show. They had done it many times in their early years, üsküdar escort so it didn’t take long to get it back. Then they worked on “If I Were You” as a second option.
They took turns driving and made the first stop to refuel before going through Atlanta. As the trip progressed and traffic slowed in Atlanta, they continued with the what-happens-on-the-cruise-ship theme; the banter got bolder, with Brittney and Amber teaming up Debbie.
“So, Dee, have you ever done a threesome?” taunted Brittney.
“Ah, no! Thanks for asking.”
“Have you?” Debbie taunted back, watching Mark’s reaction.
He glanced at Brittney and grinned. She smiled back and bounced her eyebrows. Then, they both joked in unison. “What happens on the cruise ship…”
Amber stared at Brittney, whose expression seemed to be one of real contemplation, with a subtle smirk on her face.
Little did she know, Brittney’s thoughts were reflecting on the strap-on dildo she had snuck into her luggage. She discovered early on in their relationship that Mark was very sensitive, anally. When she’d noticed it, she tried inserting a finger while blowing him, and his reaction was remarkable. Then it became two fingers, and later, from various positions. Every time she went further, he seemed to get more excited.
The transition took time, but eventually, she took it to a whole new level and bought the strap-on. She found it oddly exciting to be the top and watch his reaction. They limited their use of it, and it had never left the bedroom. But the cruise, and the build up to it, seemed like the perfect time to take it outside their bedchamber.
With the conversation leading to threesomes, the thought of seeing Mark experience the real thing while she watched and waited her turn, made her tingle. She guessed Mark was imagining a different threesome combination, which didn’t excite her much. There was always a fear, he might like the other woman better. She thought how funny the mind worked; she couldn’t even entertain the possibility he may like the guy from her threesome fantasy better.
Debbie was in disbelief, at how badly the conversation had devolved.
Amber noticed and jumped on the bandwagon. “Throuples are the thing, now. Have you seen Doctor Odyssey? Of course, the show’s about a cruise ship.”
“You’re all out of your minds,” said Debbie, shaking her head.
They all seemed to love pushing Debbie’s buttons, and the harassment continued for the rest of the road trip.
When they reached their hotel room in Fort Lauderdale, they were just down the road from a Walmart. So after dinner, they all walked over to see what they might find for the trip. At that point, Debbie was growing tired of the stick-in-the-mud label they were pasting her with.
The three ladies wandered into the bathing suit area, and Amber held up a bright-colored thong. “Here you go, Debbie. In your size,” she teased.
“You know what, I’ll take it, you little shit,” she said, as she took it from her sister’s hand.
She decided to call Amber’s bluff and end the harassment.
“There’s the matching cover-up,” prodded Amber.
“No wraps! No cover-ups! Tits up and ass out!” barked Debbie, determined to show them.
“Yes!” said Brittney. “Cruise ship rules! Tits up and ass out, all the way!”
She giggled and they all ended up getting another bikini, sun hats and lots of suntan lotion. They were all pretty pale, as spring had just arrived.
It had been a long day, and they turned in early, wondering what the venue would be like on a cruise ship, and how the loading process of their equipment would be.
The next day was beautiful, and seventy-five degrees, by the time they reached the port. Mike and Kevin were directed to the loading area with the truck and the Caddy had to park in the passenger lot.
When they reached the ship, they were amazed at the size of it.
“Wow, it’s huge,” said Amber, with a giant smile.
“This is great, boarding a day early. We went on a cruise when I was ten, and the line to get on took what seemed like days,” said Brittney.
Debbie noticed some rainbow flags visible on some of the decks, but didn’t think anything of it, until they boarded. The signage and posted activities made it clear immediately– it was an LBGTQ cruise.
Suddenly, it all made sense. Chely Wright, Lila McCann, and K.D. Lang– they’re all gay. Debbie looked at Amber, saw the shock on her face, and couldn’t help but smile. In one sense, she felt a sense of relief. Their little battle of the smallest bikini and banter about what happens on the cruise ship had made her uncomfortable.
This discovery meant that, at least, most of the guys wouldn’t be ogling and drooling all over them. And since they weren’t gay, there would be nothing happening on the cruise ship that needed to stay on the cruise ship.
“Oh my God, it’s a gay cruise!” said Amber, mouth agape. “I am gonna kick Art’s ass for this.”
Debbie saw a chance to get a little payback for all the needling she’d taken. “What happens on the…”
“Ooo!”
They all laughed at Amber’s sudden prudishness after being the chief instigator.
“This doesn’t change a thing, Amber. We still get to work with great musicians, make good money, and have fun. I’d bet the house; these will be the best crowds ever.”
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