by Hamel, B. B.
“Nathan, this is my friend Lydie.”
He reached his hand out and she shook it. “I remember you,” he said to her.
“I remember you, too,” she answered, not even pretending like she wasn’t ogling him.
“What were you doing?” I asked him before Lydie started drooling.
“Went for a run.”
“In your jeans?”
“You can run in just about anything, it turns out.”
“Thanks. But isn’t it hard?”
“Not yet, but you girls are about to make it hard.”
Lydie giggled at his dumb joke and I rolled my eyes.
“By the way,” I said, “my dad wants me to take you out on our boat.”
“Just the two of us?”
“No,” I said, looking at Lydie. “You’re coming, right, Lydie?”
“Oh, uh, sure. Yeah, I’m totally coming.”
“Not to be rude, but do we really have to do this shit?”
“What do you mean?”
He sat down at the end of my chair, sighing. “I’m not the fond-family type, you know? I don’t really do afternoons on the fucking yacht.”
I made a face. What an arrogant asshole. “You can do whatever you want, but I won’t lie to my dad for you.”
“Can’t lie to daddy, or just feel like fucking with me?”
“A little bit of both.”
“Harsh.” He grinned at me. “Okay then, I guess I have no other choice.”
“Great. Tomorrow?”
“Cool. How about you, Lydie?”
She smiled stupidly. “Tomorrow. Sure. I’d love to get with you tomorrow.”
He raised an eyebrow, smiling.
“Go you with, I mean,” she said quickly. “Go with you tomorrow.”
“Great. Sounds like a little threesome.”
I rolled my eyes at him. He stood up and stretched, and I could have sworn he gave me a little wink. Lydie, meanwhile, was practically fingering herself.
“See you girls later.”
“Bye, prick,” I mumbled.
“Bye, Nate,” Lydie chirped.
He turned and walked away. I stared at the muscles in his back, shocked that there could even be so many.
“Get yourself together, Lydie,” I said to her after a minute.
“Did I just get in the pool? Because I’m soaking wet.”
“Gross. He’s a total asshole.”
“Are you kidding? He seems amazing.”
“You don’t know him.”
“Maybe.” She looked at me seriously. “Can I go for him?”
I blinked at her, surprised. I shouldn’t have been, but part of me was assuming she wouldn’t go any further than making stupid jokes and comments. Then again, she didn’t know what had happened between him and me, and as far as she knew we were just stepsiblings. He was technically fair game for her.
And yet why was I so annoyed? I didn’t want Lydie anywhere near him. She was my best friend, but she had always been the popular one. She had blond hair, big boobs, a nice body, and a bubbly, out-going personality. She was basically the opposite of me, except for maybe the boobs. The thought of her with Nate made me somewhat angry, although I shouldn’t have been.
“Sure, whatever,” I said, looking away. “He’s just my stepbrother.”
“Are you positive? Seriously, Claire, I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to.”
What was I supposed to say? Sorry, Lydie, I want to suck my stepbrother’s cock so bad it makes my pussy practically burn with desire. That would be stupid. If I told her not to, I’d look lame and petty.
“Go ahead. Do you.”
“Thanks, girl.” She turned over, laying facedown.
I turned myself over, too, annoyed. I pulled out my phone and began to scroll through Facebook, trying to ignore my own feelings. Meanwhile, Lydie seemed to fall asleep. More likely she was having a wet dream about Nate pulling his Navy SEAL magic on her overused pussy.
I stopped myself mid-thought. I shouldn’t be unfair to her. She had always been a good friend. It wasn’t her fault that I was too much of a chicken to tell her the truth. I needed to get over my own insecurities and move on.
Besides, maybe it was better this way. If Lydie kept Nate entertained, he’d stop messing with me. Really, it was a win-win for everyone. Nate got the sex he so obviously craved, Lydie got the hot Nate body she so clearly was obsessing over, and I didn’t have to worry that my drop-dead gorgeous stepbrother was going to try to get me off again.
Tomorrow was going to be okay. We’d get through it and make it work somehow.
I sighed, relaxing, letting the bright sun warm me to sleep.
Chapter Four: Nathan
Jonathan gestured at a boat with the words “Sea Fairy” in red on the side.
“There she is,” he said proudly.
“Sea Fairy?” I asked him.
“My second wife picked the name,” he grumbled. “Felt wrong to change it.”
“Sure. Of course.”
I would never own a boat with a name like that, I thought to myself, trying to keep from laughing. I’d rather sink the damn thing.
It was around ten in the morning and the girls weren’t ready yet. The marina was walking distance from the house, and so Jonathan had insisted on bringing me down early to show me the boat.
As if I’d never been on a boat before. I could pilot his piece of shit yacht through a hurricane if I had to. Sailing it around the bay was something I could do blackout drunk and blind. But Jonathan clearly cared a lot about his Sea Fairy, and I didn’t feel like pushing the point. He probably wanted to impress me, but it was really just a giant, glorified party boat with a slightly bigger engine and a much nicer décor.
“She’s one of the biggest here,” he was saying as we climbed aboard. “Fully stocked, so don’t worry about that. Take whatever you guys want.” He motioned toward the aft. “Bar over there, if you feel the need.” He winked, and I almost wanted to punch him.
My new stepfather walked me through the whole length of the thing, showing me every opulent feature and trying to impress me with his knowledge of sailing terms. I put up with it because I figured it would be easier than the alternative. Plus, if I wanted to keep staying in luxury while teasing my fucking sexy stepsister, I needed to play nice. As much as it annoyed me.
Still, I had to admit that the thing was nice, even if a little prissy. He clearly put a ton of money into it, because it was all expensive fabrics and real wood and fully stocked bars and a nearly full-size kitchen. I could have easily lived on his boat for a year with just the provisions he had aboard and nothing more.
Wouldn’t that be nice? I could sail around the Atlantic, maybe become a pirate. I’d be good at stopping and boarding drunk frat kids out on their spring break. I’d probably stop and board a few of the drunk college girls, too.
Finally, the tour was over. “Any questions?” he asked me.
“None, sir. She’s a lovely boat.”
He nodded proudly and patted the railing. “She’s my everything, so you be careful with her.”
“I will. The Navy taught me to respect all sailing vessels.”
That seemed to put him at ease, even though it was total bullshit. If anything, the Navy had taught me how to push a boat to its upper limits, destroying the thing for the sake of the mission. I cared about boats like I cared about any other tool: so long as it was useful, I kept it around.
“Well, I can see my girl’s in good hands,” he said. “I’ll just leave you to it, then.”
Not just the boat, I thought to myself, but your other girl is going to be in my hands, too.
I nodded. “Sounds good.”
He lingered for a second, as if he were uneasy about leaving, and then turned and walked back toward the house. He probably wanted me to ask more questions, or maybe even invite him out with us, but there was absolutely no way I was doing that.
Once he was gone, I got back on board and clim
bed up to the top deck. I spread out a blanket and lay down, my hat tipped over my face, my arms spread behind my head. The gentle lapping of the boat’s movement reminded me of being back on a mission, and I smiled to myself.
There was nothing more relaxing than the soft motions of the ocean. I felt drowsy, the warm sun on my face. I forgot all about Claire and her friend and Lucille and Jonathan. I forgot that I could be called back to base for a mission at any moment, despite the injury to my leg. There was just the ocean and me. It was going to be a relaxing day.
“Holy shit, girl,” came a voice suddenly piercing through my relaxation. “Look at this bitch. It’s fully loaded!”
I groaned to myself.
“Careful, Lydie,” Claire’s voice came. “My dad never lets people use this boat.”
“No kidding. I’ve known you how long? We’ve never seen it, let alone been on it.”
Great. I was really hoping that they had changed their minds. Claire sure as hell seemed like she wasn’t interested in going out on a fishing trip with me, and that was totally fine. I could fuck with her any other day, but it wasn’t often I got to relax on some rich guy’s boat.
“Seriously, is this a bar?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Hell yes! This day got even better.”
“It’s not even noon yet.”
“So? It’s just a little champagne.”
I heard a cork pop and a giggle. I could imagine Claire’s face. She was probably busy worrying whether her daddy would get mad at her for drinking his alcohol.
“Where is your hunk of a stepbrother, anyway?” Lydie asked.
“I don’t know. Dad said he was down here already.”
Briefly, I considered showing myself, but I figured it was more fun to eavesdrop.
“Shit, I can’t wait to see him take his shirt off again.”
“Relax, Lydie. He’s kind of an ass.”
“I couldn’t care less about his personality. Did you see those abs? They go on forever.”
“Yeah,” Claire grumbled. “They go right up to his head and replace his brain.”
“Oh relax, Claire. He can’t be that bad.”
“He’s a thug. A Neanderthal.”
“Then you don’t care if I let him do some disgusting things to me.”
“We already talked about this. You can do whatever you want. He’s just my stepbrother.”
I grinned to myself. Just her stepbrother? It was good to know what she really thought about me. I guess I was just her stupid, muscle-brained asshole stepbrother, which was fine by me. In the end, all I needed from her was her tight little body wrapped around my fat cock.
I decided it was time to show myself. I stood up and leaned over the side of the railing.
“Good afternoon, ladies.”
They both looked up at me, and the horror on their faces was absolutely delicious. I smiled sweetly down at them in a way that made it clear I heard everything they said.
Lydie gathered herself first. “Hi, Nate. Cool boat, right?”
“Very cool boat.”
“Do they have any of these in the Navy?”
I stared at her for a second. “Yes, actually. Except instead of bars, there are enormous guns.”
“Wow, that’s so cool.”
Claire finally got her shit together and sighed. “He’s messing with you, Lydie. There are no yachts in the Navy.”
Lydie made a face. “I know that. I just meant, like, cool boats. You know?”
“I completely understand,” I said. Lydie was turning out to be about as dumb as I thought she was. Her tits were pushed up in some absurd swimsuit contraption, and her hair and makeup were flawless. She looked like she was going out to a club, not out on the water.
Claire was the exact opposite. She looked almost conservative in her outfit, all loose and flowing, probably hiding some sexy as fuck bikini. Her hair was up in a messy little bun that begged to be grabbed, and she wasn’t wearing a bit of makeup. I could already feel my cock starting to get hard just at the thought of unwrapping all that clothing and going to town on her tight little body.
There was something about her. It was probably the perfect full tits and great ass, or maybe it was the memory of her moaning in my ear. I needed to have those lips wrapped around my cock, and to feel what it was like to plunge myself deep between her legs. I was willing to bet that pussy was soft, wet, and tighter than a black hole.
“You girls ready to take this out?” I asked them.
“Yeah!” Lydie said.
“Whatever,” Claire mumbled.
“Good enough for me. Claire, get those lines.”
I moved back toward the ladder. I heard Claire say something about me being pushy, but I ignored her. I found my way to the captain’s chair and began to power the yacht up.
The whole thing buzzed with energy as the engines turned on. I loved the feeling of the engine’s vibrations coursing through my hands. There was something sexual about a big machine ready to do my bidding. I wanted to really open her up, though I knew that would be stupid, not to mention rude. The wake alone would probably drown a few of the smallest boats. Still, I wanted to push it to the limits, just like I wanted to push Claire to her absolute edge. It was all wrapped up together, excitement and fucking and danger.
Claire gave me a nod as she climbed onto the lower decks, followed by Lydie. I slowly maneuvered the boat out of its spot and began to head out toward the bay.
It was a short trip, and the girls kept to themselves for most of it. I watched as they climbed onto the front deck and laughed as the wind whipped their hair all around them. I licked my lips, thinking about the dirty shit I wanted to do to Claire’s tight body, but that would have to wait.
After maybe twenty minutes, I found a decent spot. It was isolated but not too far from the shore, and so we had a really great view. I hit the button to lower the anchor, cut the engines, and slowly sauntered back down toward the girls.
“Great driving, captain,” Lydie said to me, giggling.
“Like the spot?” I asked Claire.
“It’s fine.” She was avoiding eye contract, probably not wanting to waste time on a Neanderthal. I had the sudden urge to show her how much of an ape-man I could be. Maybe I’d pick her up, drag her downstairs, and shove my big dick between her legs. Make her moan like she did the other night. Make her admit that her pussy was soaked already just from talking to me.
Or maybe I’d just toss her overboard.
“What are you two drinking?” I asked.
“Champagne,” Lydie said.
I nodded and headed over to the bar, grabbing another bottle for them and a bottle of whisky for me. Apparently, Jonathan didn’t do the cheap stuff, which was pretty damn good for me. I sat down on the little bench next to them and placed the bottles on the table.
“That’s my kind of guy,” Lydie said.
“What, plying you with drinks?” Claire asked sarcastically.
“Hell yes!”
“You seem like the kind of girl that doesn’t much care where her drinks come from,” I said to Lydie.
Claire sputtered mid-sip and started laughing. Lydie looked at me with this confused little smile, like she wasn’t sure if I had just insulted her or not.
I cracked open the bottle of whisky and poured myself two fingers. I held up my glass. “Anyway,” I said, “to this absurdly expensive boat.”
The girls raised their glasses.
“And,” I went on, “to new siblings.”
We clinked glasses and drank. Claire gave me a look and I just grinned at her.
Lydie leaned close to me. “So, Nate, Claire tells me you’re a military guy.”
“That’s right.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m in the Navy.”
“Oh really? So you know all about how to handle yourself on a boat.”
“That’s right. You’re in good hands.”
“I feel so safe now.”
I could practically hear Claire gagging, which only made me smile larger.
“What about you, Lydie? What do you do?”
“Brand management,” she said proudly.
“That’s corporate speak for getting clients wasted and making them happy,” Claire added.
“Sounds like a good job to me.”
“Well, I’m still in school. I’m just an intern right now.”
“What about you, sis? Any big jobs lined up yet?”
She shrugged, not really interested, looking out over the water. I took a sip of the whisky and let the burning, delicious taste fill my mouth. There was a short silence while Lydie refilled her glass.
“Okay, you guys,” Lydie said, “let’s play a drinking game.”
“No way,” Claire said immediately.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“Never have I ever, obviously.”
I smirked. “And how do we play that?”
“Well, we each take turns saying something we haven’t done. If you have done it, then you take a drink.”
“Seems simple.”
“I can’t believe you’ve never played,” Claire said.
“Sorry, sis. Been too busy saving lives to play many drinking games.”
That shut her up.
“Okay, I’ll start,” Lydie said. “Never have I ever had anal sex.”
I raised an eyebrow at Claire. No sip. I lifted my glass to my lips, and the two girls both stared at me.
“Seriously?” Claire said, her eyes bugging out.
“What can I say? Girl I was with before my last deployment had a wide variety of tastes. I’m not the type to disappoint a lady.”
Lydie giggled nervously.
“She doesn’t sound like a lady,” Claire spat.
I smirked at her, loving the jealousy.
“Don’t judge what you haven’t tried, sis.”
“Go ahead, Claire. Your turn,” Lydie said, easing the situation.
“Fine. Never have I ever driven a boat.”
I sipped my drink again. “Seems unfair.”
“All’s fair in drinking games.”
“My turn then. Never have I ever worn makeup.”
Both the girls drank.
“Lame,” Lydie said. “My turn. Never have I ever had a threesome.”