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?