Freeuse Caribbean Cruise - Embarkation

The heat of the summer is just beginning when my younger sister calls me to celebrate my divorce. My ex wasn’t horrible; we just fell out of love. It just took a few years to realize it. I’m alone and unprepared to dip my toe in the dating pool. I’m fine—really, everything is fine.

My sister Holly is a stewardess on a posh luxury sailboat hosting über-rich billionaires in the Caribbean. It’s sweet that she calls, but she seems so busy. She tells me she bought me a ticket on a sister ship for a two-week cruise along the Yucatan peninsula. Her boyfriend, the nameless captain of her ship, paid for all expenses. It sounds fun and includes a five-day stay on a private island for a “freeuse excursion.” I’m not sure what that means, but Holly thinks it’ll be just what I need to break the ice on my sexless existence.

My temperature rises when I start researching what freeuse means. It’s completely foreign to me, but the idea of being freely available for pleasure spikes my arousal.

I’m tired of being alone, and the idea of a hedonistic vacation sounds incredible.

What the hell? Right? Little sisters always seem to have the most fun. Why can’t older sisters bend the rules, too?