Caught in the Net

by Breanna Hayse

  “I'm the same way. I hate being punished by any of them, but always feel forgiven and like I’m starting fresh. If you want to fully earn my parents’ respect, you’ll be straight with them, if you screw up and need their help. And, if they feel consequences are to be faced, you submit to them. I probably should follow my own advice because I usually submit kicking and screaming,” Sam admitted.

  “Do you ever try to provoke Rich into spanking you?” Jen asked.

  “Yeah… But once I felt how strong he was, I regretted it, at least for a little while. I do try to avoid Michael, though. He’s really hard on me. I think more than my parents at times.”

  “You realize we are a couple of kinky little bitches, right?” Jen snickered.

  “I do believe you’re right. And I’ll let you in on a little secret. Michael loves your ass. He’s hankering to get his hand on it. Just don’t provoke him yet. I’m sure the time will come naturally.”

  “There’s gotta be something wrong when you are more interested in what it feels like to be spanked by a hot guy than in kissing or making love to him.”

  “I want it all, but I promised to try to wait six months before I jump Rich. I’ve never had a boyfriend before. He’s my first in everything and I want it all.”

  “Trust me when I tell you that rushing into sex is not good. I did it and wish I didn’t. They lose respect for you.”

  “Michael gave me the whole lecture about waiting and not trying to seduce Rich. I should make Michael take me to a toy store,” Sam stated.

  “You would ask your brother to go with you?” Jen sounded surprised.

  “Michael still tries to dress me like when I was little. He and I have no secrets. In fact, I have access to his mind at times. Now let’s get to sleep, I’m fading. I hope you brought your books with you to study for your tests. Michael will not be pleased if you don’t do well,” Sam advised.

  “Hmmm, I can drop my lowest grade. Maybe I should fail my final? I bet that would earn a talking to.”

  “By both Michael and your new fathers. I wouldn’t risk dealing with all three at once.”

  “But I’ll have my kid sister and big brother Rich to defend me, right?”

  “Even we don’t have power against the Mighty Three. Good night.”

  * * * * *

  Sam woke at 9:30 the following morning, sitting up and stretching. Her hand throbbed painfully, with sharp stabbing shooting up into her shoulder. Jen was still sound asleep, her blonde hair strewn over the pillows. Sam thought about their conversation. She had chosen well; Michael will be happy with this one. Speaking of big brother…

  “You little shit!” Michael yelled as his stomach was pounced upon. “Get over here!”

  “Can’t catch me!” shrieked his sister, running from his grip. He chased her out of the room and down the stairs. Rich and Jen, wakened by the noise, leaned over the top rail of the stairs to watch the activity.

  “Does this happen all the time?” Jen asked sleepily.

  “Too much. Enough you two!” Dr. Quimby said, coming up from behind. “You will have hell to pay if you wake your uncle!”

  “Like I could ignore your big mouth?” Scott came out of his room and scowled up at his friend. “You two, sit! Stay!” he barked. Giggling, the two obeyed. He wagged his finger at them. “Consider yourselves fortunate we have company and I’m in a good mood. Make me coffee.”

  “Okay, Uncle Scott. Good morning!” Sam laughed, running into the kitchen.

  “Does this family ever sleep? Cute shirt, Jen,” Rich said, rubbing his neck. Jen’s eyes opened wide as she glanced down and then ran into the bedroom to put her clothes back on.

  Dr. Quimby leaned over the railing as he yawned. “I’m so tired. This is what you have to look forward to in the mornings, my friend. She doesn’t sleep. And she loves to annoy her brother when he tries to. Been that way since she could walk.”

  “Believe me, Joe, if she tries to wake me like that, she’ll not be so cheerful. I’m cranky in the morning,” Rich promised. “By the way, I need to talk with you and Scott later.”

  “Sure. Everything okay?”

  “Everything’s great. I just want to keep it that way.”

  “No problem. Now, go grab my grumpy son and hit some waves. Use my board. The surf’s at about 8’ this morning. I want to get some more shut eye.”

  “Are you trying to make me the responsible adult? Oh… Very well. MIKE! Suit up, we’re going surfing. Jen! Hurry up, we’re going down to the beach.”

  “But I only have my jeans from last night," she said, emerging with her hair tied back in a ponytail and no makeup.

  “You are way too cute,” Rich complimented her. “Sam might have something you could wear.”

  “My ass is too big to fit into anything of hers.”

  “Tsk, tsk, no swearing in this family, young lady.” Dr. Quimby stroked her hair before hugging her to his side. “Your ass is perfect. Samantha? Do you have something Jen could wear?”

  “Yeah. Are you going back to bed?” his daughter asked, bounding up the stairs.

  Her father nodded, holding out his hand for her. “Right after I look at your ow. Come on.”

  “Do we have to? Oh, all right,” she said, seeing him nod. “Jen, go into my dresser on the right, I have lots of cut off sweats and stuff. Pick whatever you want.”

  Dr. Quimby smiled as he changed her dressings. “This looks good. Keep it dry. I like Jen. She’s a sweetheart.”

  “Me too. She’s going to fit in with us really well. She’s already adopted you and Scott as dads.”

  “We happily accept that. Just behave so she doesn’t have to witness what my girl has to face if her dads are unhappy with her.”

  “She picked up on that last night. I guess you guys have a strong Dom vibe,” his daughter stated. Her father raised his eyebrow. “I warned her not to cross the Mighty Three.”

  “Really? You do realize it might become the Fearsome Four with Rich involved, don’t you?”

  “Daddy, he spanked me Friday night!” she confessed. “Not hard, but enough to make me cry a little. Is that right for him to do?”

  Her father looked at her. “What did you do?”

  “I swore a little. And got a bit mouthy.”

  “I see. Well, as far as I’m concerned, he may do whatever he feels is best for your relationship with him. What did your brother say?”

  “It was Michael’s suggestion in the first place. Rich was threatening to tell Uncle Scott.”

  “Hmmm, well, I can’t say that I blame him.”

  “Aren’t you going to defend me? Or make him stop?”

  “Absolutely not. I suspect that is what he wants to speak with Scott and me about later. Do you trust him?”

  “Yes.”

  “So do we. You need a man like us, honey. It won’t always be pleasant for you, but it’s the best you could have. Neither Scott nor I would refuse that for you, even if it means some domestic discipline. Sorry, but we love you.” He kissed her hand.

  She scowled. “And you’d let Michael do the same to Jen?”

  “If that is what was needed in their relationship, I certainly would not stop it. You and I both know there is no risk of abuse or harm, and Michael needs to be who he is as much as Rich does. It’s about trust, not comfort. As for Jen, that has to be between them. Now go outside and play for a while. Wake me when you guys come back and we’ll have brunch.”

  “Okay. Thanks for taking care of my ow.”

  She skipped downstairs to see Michael and Rich sipping coffee with Scott, and Jen sitting cross-legged on the floor in cut off sweats and one of Michael’s tee shirts.

  “How’s the hand?” Scott asked, kissing her fingertips.

  “Sore, but doing okay. Are you going to come down with us?”

  “Nah, I’m going to go back to sleep. Go put some clothes on before you go out,” he said firmly, eyeing the long tee shirt she wore.

  She grinned, lifting it high to expose the
high cut string panties she wore. “I’m dressed, see? More than usual, anyway.”

  “Put on more, please. Mike, supervise. I’m going back to bed,” Scott ordered.

  Michael pointed to the stairs. “Get up there. Call if you need help.”

  Jen giggled, watching her friend bound up the stairs. “She is so funny. She’ll do anything to yank your chain, won’t she?”

  “Yeah… brat. She’s not very modest, either. You might as well know,” Michael sighed, sitting down behind her and undoing her hair from the ponytail. He started to braid it absently.

  “Wow, a man who braids hair. That’s a first for me,” she said, feeling his hands expertly make the plaits.

  He chuckled. “I love long hair. I’ve brushed and braided hers since she was two. Rich, if you ever want to calm her down when she’s upset, brush her hair. And sing to her, if you can carry a tune.”

  “I can sing just fine, thank you. You’re gonna have to teach me how to be a big brother, now that I’ve got me a new little sister, you know.” Rich winked at Jen. She looked so happy.

  “This is so great, you guys. Thank you so much. But be careful, Rich - as a little sister, I might have to get lessons from Sam,” she threatened.

  Rich raised his eyebrow and his eyes reflected a strength she hadn’t noticed before. “One day you will see exactly how Mike handles his little sister, so you might want to think twice before being a brat with me. Am I right, Mike?”

  “No problem here. There you go, even more beautiful than ever. I like you without makeup, by the way. You have beautiful features.”

  “I’m ready,” Sam announced, coming down in the skimpiest bikini she owned.

  Rich gulped. It left nothing to his imagination.

  Jen hid her smile; she knew what her friend was up to.

  Michael shook his head. “Isn’t that the suit that Dad and Scott forbade you to wear in public? I thought so, go get changed. You have five minutes.”

  “But it’s takes forever with my hand. Rich, you can help…”

  “Excuse me,” Michael said, standing to approach his sister. Seeing his expression, she ran back upstairs quickly.

  Jen giggled again. “She actually looked afraid for a moment.”

  “With good reason. Mike doesn’t let her get away with too much. How are you doing? Is this a little overwhelming for you?” Rich asked.

  She shook her head. “After my embarrassing display last night, I feel very relaxed. I can’t believe I cried in front of perfect strangers.”

  “They have a way of making us feel like we’ve known them forever. It’s a gift, that’s for sure. I love this family, good and bad. They’ve become my adopted dads, too and I’ve found a brother in Mike. People like you and me need this.”

  “Were you serious about being a big brother to me?”

  “Yes ma’am. If that’s okay.”

  “I’ve always wanted a big brother. It’s in my nature to be a little bratty and I never have anyone to mess with,” she laughed.

  Rich returned it. “I love brats. And I can dish out my share of teasing too. The most fun I have is when Mike and I gang up on Sam. She has no idea how to handle the two of us. I just need to make a little suggestion, if that’s okay.”

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  “Have fun, by all means, but don’t cross the line of being rude or disrespectful. I don’t anticipate you being like that, but I can tell you it wouldn’t fare well. Just remember it’s a military family with high-ranking officers. Even I watch my Ps & Qs around them.”

  “I don’t want them getting mad at me.”

  “It would take a lot for them to get angry. I hope I’m not stepping out of line here, but I strongly suspect they would treat you as a member of the family if you do. You won’t like it, trust me. I don’t want to scare you off, just trying to be honest.”

  “Will they throw me out?” Jen looked fearful.

  Rich patted her hand, shaking his head. “Hell no. Once you are here, you are stuck with them. No, they will treat you as a daughter. And, like I said, it won’t be enjoyable. So whatever you do, don’t let my girl influence you too much.”

  “Would it piss off Mike? I really like him a lot.”

  “Not at all. Remember, he has a lifetime of practice dealing with a brat. You might not like him very much for a while if he gets on your case, though. Us big brothers are a mean lot.”

  “I’m not too worried. I don’t get myself into situations very often. My grades are my biggest challenge, especially with having to work. I suck in math, chemistry and French.”

  “You have a family of highly educated scientists to help you with everything you need. The guys home-schooled Mike and Sam, too, so they are well rounded in general ed. Joe, Mike and Sam are also multi-lingual in five different languages, and can help you there as well. Education is very important in this family, so try to do your best. If you have problems, let them know before it’s too late. I don’t want to see you get grounded for doing poorly on your chemistry test,” Rich teased.

  “Yeah, right,” Jen responded, laughing.

  Rich looked serious. “Don’t think they won’t try. Ah, here is my beauty. You don’t look happy.”

  “Michael’s being mean. He made me wear this.” She lifted the shirt to show the one piece racing suit. “And my hand hurts.”

  “That’s because you kept fighting me when I was trying to dress you. Now, let’s go,” Michael said, holding his hand out for Jen. She grabbed it and was easily hauled to her feet.

  Surf boards in hand, the boys led the way down the stairs to the water line. Tide was high with good peaks and the girls watched them paddle out past the breakers. Jen closed her eyes to the sun and sighed deeply. “Sam? Thank you so much for rescuing me.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “The day you guys came in. I was so frustrated and at the end of my rope, the rut thing. Be truthful; does it bother you to share your family with me?”

  “I’m very secure as to where I stand with them, Jen. Believe me, if I start feeling like I’m being ignored, they will hear it from me. You have to remember, Michael is the most important thing in my life. I will do anything to see him be happy - except give up my time with him. As long as you’re cool with that, I see no problems.”

  “Are you okay with Rich and me adopting each other?”

  “Of course. I’m really not used to women. Are most of them that jealous or insecure that they worry about things like this?”

  Jen nodded. “Yeah. I’ve always been more comfortable around men than women. It seems like most girls just want to possess and backstab. I’m not like that, so it’s always been hard for me to have female friendships. You’re different. You think more like, well, a guy. It’s comfortable for me.”

  “I’ve never had a female friend. I wouldn’t know how to deal with that type of cattiness in regard to my family. I’ve had to handle stuff like that at work, but that’s where being the lead had its advantages. Speaking of which, when do you want to start in the labs? Daddy said he’s going to make it so you can get paid and not have to worry about waitressing.”

  “He’s so sweet. I have my finals next week and then will be free. I really should be studying instead of playing, but I don’t want to. I’m not doing too well in some of my classes.”

  “Define not doing well.”

  “Just passing. If I fail all my finals, I’ll barely pass. I’m on scholarship, so I’m being forced to maintain a B overall.”

  “Tell my dads. They’ll set up a study schedule for you.”

  “It’s a little late for that. I’ll cram tomorrow night for Tuesday.”

  “I can come over and help a bit, if you want. I’d be less distracting than Michael.”

  “Rich said you might help me in French. Can you?”

  “Sure, I’m fluent in French, Spanish, Russian, German and Japanese. So are Michael and Daddy. We’re here for you.”

  “Wow. Thanks. Oh, look at th
ose boys. They are so cute.”

  Chapter 12

  The girls watched the surfers for a while before Sam touched Jen’s arm. “Do you like seals?”

  “Sure, I guess. I haven’t been very close to one personally.”

  “I’m going to try something. Let me know if anything happens.”

  Closing her eyes and concentrating, Sam tried to send a call for local peds. The connection was not easy with the seal population (inferior creatures), but still remotely possible, using the pod as a conduit.

  Jen touched her friend’s leg. “I see a seal near Michael’s board. It just knocked him off.”

  “Cool! It worked. They stink, but don’t worry. Just keep still.”

  “What worked?”

  “I'll explain later.”

  The large bull sea lion waddled onto the beach, barking loudly and burping. It came straight to the girls and plopped its head into Sam’s lap.

  “You weren’t kidding. It smells terrible.” Jen wrinkled her nose.

  Sam scratched the ear flaps, laughing as the bull rolled onto his back to expose its underside. “Pet him. He’s giving you permission. And you stink to him.”

  “Oh gag,” Jen exclaimed as the animal belched again. She timidly began to rub its chest, enjoying the feel of its soft wet fur. The boys slowly approached them, carrying the boards.

  “Oh look, it’s my old friend,” Michael said, sitting next to the bull’s head and patting its neck. “Beat up anyone recently, old fella? This asshole broke my rib.”

  “Can I pet him too?” Rich asked.

  Sam nodded. “He’s feeling very generous today. I need to find a way to let them know you are also my mate. They usually are pretty monogamous, so I don’t know how they’ll react.”

  “We’re stupid land walkers, it shouldn’t surprise them. God, you reek, you stinky slug,” Michael commented as the animal belched once again. The sea lion lifted its head, and then quickly wiggled back to the water. “Wonder what’s gotten into him?” Michael commented, wrinkling his nose at the smell of his hands.

  “Probably that,” Rich said, pointing. Ton was coming.