Caught in the Net

by Breanna Hayse

  Jen rested her chin on his arm. “I want some too.”

  Rich rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you want what she’s gonna get, Jennifer.”

  “Quite the contrary, I think she does.” Michael wrapped his arm around the girl’s neck, kissing her lips quickly. “I might have to oblige.”

  “Promises, promises,” Jen sighed.

  Michael raised his eyebrow, eyes shining. “Hmmm, I can hear a challenge coming on. Sis, would you like to share with your friend here about how I handle challenges?”

  “He always wins. Just don’t really get into trouble with him, he’s mean.”

  “I’m not mean. I’m fair. What has gotten into you girls today, anyway? You’re both feeling your oats.”

  “I don’t know about Jen, but I’m hornier than hell,” Sam stated bluntly, rubbing up next to Rich.

  He sighed. “You’re not helping me. I have this image in my mind of Scott giving you what for and it’s getting me worked up. Will you please behave?”

  “ ‘What for’?” Jen asked, feigning innocence. So far, neither of the boys knew of her knowledge. Rich sighed, looking at Michael.

  He shrugged in return. “Jennifer, darling, my dear, sweet 18 year old sister still requires frequent ass warmings to keep out of trouble. Rich’s earlier threat was not without merit. Rest assured, Scott will remember her tonight when we get home.”

  “She was just playing.”

  “Scott knows that. So will he. Only, his play isn’t always painless. You forgot about that, sis. Didn’t you?”

  “Are you going to tell Jen that she’s going to be participating in your kinky lifestyle, too? Hmm, Mr. Know-it-all?”

  “Somehow I don’t get the impression she would mind. Am I right?” Michael asked, looking down into her warm, brown eyes.

  She melted against him, lost in his gaze. “You can do whatever you want with me. I won’t complain.” She smiled seductively.

  “You’ve got yourself a wild one there, Mike,” Rich chuckled.

  Michael nodded. “I think you are correct. How long do you think it will be before she changes her mind?”

  “Oh, I’ll give it one time. Then she’ll come crying to her big brother,” Rich teased.

  Jen stuck her tongue out at him. “Like hell I will.”

  “Michael, Jen’s swearing,” Sam giggled, trapped in Rich’s arms.

  Michael shook his finger at Jen. “That’s one.”

  “Do all physicists know how to count in whole numbers? I thought you guys were limited to integrals.”

  “That’s two.”

  “And one for me, Mike,” Rich added. Sam giggled, hiding her face in Rich’s side. She loved watching her brother get picked on by someone else for once.

  Jen smiled sweetly. “I’ll wait for later to see if we get to the next number, okay? Here’s come your dad.”

  “All right, let’s get on board. NO! One more time and you know what will happen. I don’t care who’s watching,” he warned his daughter. He was serious.

  “Sorry, Daddy.”

  They climbed on board a private jet and waited for Scott to join them. Jen clutched Michael’s hand with excitement. “I’ve never flown in anything like this before! Wow!”

  “Sit down here next to me. This way we can make out without anyone watching,” Michael whispered, gesturing to a seat that faced the windows.

  Rich sat next to Sam, hand on her knee. “This is incredible, Doc. Another perk?”

  “We have many. Here comes Scott. Everything set, old man?”

  “Yepper. No more trouble, right, little girl?”

  “I love you, Uncle Scott.”

  “I love you too. Rich, don’t let that sweet face fool you. She’s a gremlin.”

  The plane took off shortly afterwards and began its ascent. Michael watched out the window. “I know where we’re going. Cool!”

  “Where, Mike?” Jen and Sam asked at the same time.

  “You’ll see soon enough. You guys did well. Thanks,” he said to his parents, who just smiled. The plane continued its journey up the coast. Three hours later, it started to land.

  “OH! The summer house!” Sam shrieked, pressing her face against the glass.

  “Where are we?” Rich asked, looking out the window.

  “In Vancouver. We have a vacation house up here. We thought you guys might like spending the weekend here,” Scott stated, catching his niece as she pounced on his lap to hug him.

  “I only brought what you told me to. Oh no,” Jen said.

  “You need to stop worrying and start having some fun, little lady. If you need anything, we’ll take care of it. Let’s get out of here before my niece hurts me,” Scott ordered. There was a SUV waiting for them at the terminal.

  “I’ll drive. You take care of the children,” Dr. Quimby announced, holding the door open for the girls to get in.

  “I’m squished,” Sam said, stuck between Rich and Jen.

  “Me, too.” Jen giggled, feeling Michael’s knee rub hers.

  Scott turned around. “Both of you will go across my knee if I hear one more word. Got it?”

  “Yes, sir, Uncle Scott.” Both girls giggled.

  Scott rolled his eyes. “Damn, Joe… We have another pixie in our midst. How will we survive?”

  Chapter 13

  Snuggling up to Rich’s chest, Sam pointed out the beautiful wooded regions of the area. They rolled down a long road to a large, modern house sitting on a private cove.

  “This is stunning!” Jen exclaimed, getting out.

  “We like it. Oh good, they cleared the lumber from the beach,” Dr. Quimby said, handing everyone their bags.

  Holding Rich’s hand, Sam pointed to the isolated inlet. “That’s where I found Ton. He was tangled in a net when he was just a calf and starving to death. Did you let him know we were coming here?” she asked her father.

  He made a face. “How the hell was I going to do that? Besides, let’s have a dry weekend if we can, okay? Go show Jen your room.”

  “I was thinking that maybe Rich…”

  “No!” Scott barked. He dropped his bag and sat in a large, straight-backed chair. “You! Come here now.”

  “Oh come on, Uncle Scott… I was just playing.” The girl hesitated, eyeing Jen. Her eyes were wide.

  Although Scott wasn't angry, he still didn’t play nice. He pointed to the floor. “Don’t make me come get you.”

  Wrinkling her nose, she approached him, then flung her arms around his neck to rain kisses over his face. “I LOVE yooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu!” she sang.

  Scott hugged her before yanking her across his lap. “I love you too. See how much?”

  “Ow! Okay, I get it! Stoooooooop it,” she yelled, trying to escape. The spanking didn’t hurt over her jeans, but it was still embarrassing.

  He finally let her go with a big kiss. “Now behave. You!” He pointed to Jen, then to the floor. Hesitating, she silently approached him. He kissed her cheek. “Don’t think that won’t happen to you if you start acting like her. Now go find your room,” he ordered, dismissing her with a heavy swat on the rump. Jen yelped, running behind her friend.

  “Come on, Rich, I’ll show you our room,” Michael chuckled, leading the way.

  Dr. Quimby shook his head, sitting next to Scott. “It’s good to be back here. I love this house. I’m just worried, though.”

  “About what, Joe?”

  “The kids. I forgot how romantic this place is.”

  “Listen, old friend… They are adults now and we can’t stop them from doing what comes naturally. We can only hope they will trust us if they need help. Michael’s a responsible young man, I’m sure he’ll use protection if needed,” Scott chuckled, watching his friend close his eyes.

  “I never did,” Dr. Quimby admitted, waiting for the outburst.

  Scott punched his arm. “I got her on birth control the minute she started looking at boys. I knew I couldn’t watch her 24/7, so I had to do something to calm my ner
ves.”

  “You are unbelievable. I would have thought just the idea of your sister being sexually active would have caused an aneurysm!”

  “It’s probably the only thing I wasn’t too concerned about. Besides, she only had eyes for you once she discovered who Joey was.”

  “You still confound me. Unbelievable.”

  * * * * *

  “It’s so romantic here, Sam. Look at those trees!” Jen fell back on the bed.

  Sam sat on hers, nodding. “I know. Hey, I need to ask you something. Have you and Mike…”

  “Not yet. I did get myself on protection though, just in case. How about you and Rich?”

  “Not yet. Can I talk to you, sister to sister?”

  “Sure. What’s up?” Jen sat up, looking at her young friend.

  Sam sighed. “How would you define sex? I mean, how far can we go before Rich feels like he broke his promise to wait?”

  “Gosh, I don’t know. For me, sex is intercourse. I don’t count heavy petting or oral as having sex. It’s more like foreplay.”

  “Do you like oral?”

  “Oh God, yes. I know he’s your brother, but he can kiss like nothing I’ve ever had. I want to feel those lips everywhere,” Jen groaned, leaning back on the bed.

  “I feel like that with Rich. I guess I should talk with him about it, huh?”

  “Probably. I guess discussing this with your dad is out of the question.”

  “Oh, not at all. I just don’t want Rich to feel like he’s broken his promise.”

  * * * * *

  “Mike, I’m getting too close for comfort. Any ideas?” Rich asked, plopping on his bed.

  Michael sat on the edge of his. “I guess it’s a matter of defining what you mean by sex. You need to be comfortable with whatever you two decide. I think it’s the consensus that you guys won’t make it for six months.”

  “It’s been over two and it’s pure torture. How about you and Jen? A month now?”

  “I’m hoping to get some of that sweetness soon, my friend. We could go talk to the folks. It might help.”

  “Yeah… I need to know my boundaries without feeling like I broke my promise. Let’s go.”

  Michael and Rich pounded on the door to the left wing of the house. It housed a full suite with two large bedrooms and bathrooms, a living room and private kitchenette with dining area.

  “Dad? Uncle Scott? Are you in here?”

  “In my room, son. Come on in. What’s up? Are you settled?” Dr. Quimby asked, hanging up his clothes. The boys sat on his bed.

  “We need to talk with you. We are in a quandary.”

  “Spill it. In here, Scott!”

  “Okay, here goes. How far is too far?” Rich asked, hesitating.

  “What he wants to know is when will our actions be defined as sex? Particularly by you two.”

  “I have never known any young man who would show such courtesy to a girl’s father to ask how far can he go, before he crosses the line. But that alone makes him want to tell you both that it’s up to the girls,” Scott grinned.

  “I, on the other hand, am more concerned about the emotional connection. Do you both feel this is a monogamous relationship?”

  “Doc, Scott… I’ve fallen in love with the little brat. I know it’s not appropriate, given the time we’ve known each other and her inexperience, but…”

  “Have you told her?” Dr. Quimby’s eyes were soft. He really had grown to love this boy as one of his own.

  “No, sir. Not yet. I don’t think I can keep my promise to you for much longer and stay with her. It’s torment on so many levels.”

  “Has she been swirling you?”

  “No sir, not at all. She’s afraid it’s going to chase me off.”

  “Mike, you know her best. Your opinion?”

  “Despite being naïve and somewhat immature of other levels, her ability to deal with relationships is strong. I have no doubt she can handle it. God forbid you two don’t work out, she’ll be hurt. But that’s part of life.”

  “I’d be devastated if it didn’t work out,” Rich admitted. “I want to marry her one day.”

  “Wait until she’s at least 20, please. That I insist on,” Dr. Quimby stated. “I was glad that we waited that long when I married her mom. We had been involved for four years prior to that too.”

  “So you DO understand? Wow, I had no idea.”

  “Just be careful with her. As for you, my son, I can’t speak for Jen’s family. She is an adult and you two have to decide for yourselves. Just use protection, okay? We want her to reach her goals and dreams first. For both your sakes.”

  “I feel like I’ve known her for years. She’s special. And she’s starting to interact with the family like she belongs. It makes me smile.”

  “Don’t think I won’t put her across my lap if she acts up, either. She’s got that little devil inside her,” Scott warned.

  “I would hope you do. She should know what it feels like to be one of your girls. You too, Dad.”

  “I’m not arguing. Neither is Rich. Keep her focused, though. I’m suspecting she would disregard school for you and we can’t have that.”

  “I agree. Thanks for the chat. Okay, so are we going to the Boathouse for dinner? I’m starving.” Michael rolled off the bed.

  “That’s the plan, my boy. I also have a yacht to take us out afterwards,” Scott grinned. “Just call me an old romantic.”

  “Did you plan this so we would get laid, Uncle Scott?” Michael asked with a frown. He knew his uncle too well.

  Dr. Quimby rolled his eyes. “You forget one of the individuals you are discussing is my baby daughter. Please stop it.”

  * * * * *

  “I now know what it truly feels like to be wined and dined. This was amazing. Thank you all so much,” Jen sighed, leaning back in her chair.

  “You deserve it. You worked hard on keeping those grades up. One year down, three to go.” Dr. Quimby smiled, raising his glass.

  “I couldn’t have done it without my tutors. I will say, though, Samantha is more focused in teaching me French than Michael was.”

  Michael’s fingers grazed over her arm. “Yes, but I helped with your chemistry, didn’t I?”

  “No, that was Samantha too. You aren’t the best study buddy. You’re too easily distracted,” Jen laughed.

  “Be good and we’ll have a nice tutoring session later,” he whispered. Jen blushed, clutching his hand. The six boarded the yacht for a moonlit cruise along the channel. The air was cool and crisp, the water quiet and still.

  Rich led Sam to the port bow, resting against the rail. “I want to take this to the next level,” he whispered after kissing her. “How do you feel about that?”

  “You have to ask? Rich, I’m putty in your hands. I just don’t want you to feel pressured.”

  “I… I’m falling in love with you,” he said quietly. “I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know it’s too soon, but…”

  “I’m in love with you, too,” she interrupted, kissing him gently. “I know what it feels like to be loved, Rich. My world has been filled with it from the very beginning. This type of love is new for me, but I know enough to sense its rightness. I just don’t want you to ever feel like you have to do anything to convince me.”

  “We’ll still take it slowly. You have so much to learn.” Rich nibbled on her ear before gliding his lips to her neck.

  She gasped, holding the rail. “Please… stop. It’s making me swirl,” she panted, clutching his arm.

  “Now you know how it feels, my love. Come, let’s join the family.”

  * * * * *

  Michael held Jen’s hand as they walked over to the top deck and watched the gentle wake behind the stern. “Cold?” he asked.

  “A little. Thanks,” she responded as he placed his dinner jacket around her shoulders.

  He held her close, resting his chin on the top of her head. “You’re short,” he commented.

  She
snuggled against him. “5’4”. Two inches taller than Sammi.”

  “You are really growing on me. I haven’t met anyone like you in, well, never. Except for the little sister, of course. You’re a lot like her in some ways.”

  “I will take that as a compliment. I really want to be more like her. I admire and respect her a lot, even when she’s goofy. I like being part of this family, Mike.”

  “We like you with us as well. The fact that Scott is threatening to tan your hide, says everything.”

  “He really wouldn’t though, would he?”

  “Don't count of that. I think he definitely would in a heartbeat. And it won’t be the game he played tonight with my sister. He’s a beast. Trust me, you don’t ever want to face him and his damn ruler.” Michael shuddered. “That man could bring me to tears in less than two minutes when I was younger. No, you’d be better off facing Dad. Or me.”

  “From what I hear, you’re pretty much of a beast yourself, Dr. Michael.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him.

  “So you have been talking with my sister about this. I suspected. That was very naughty of you.” Michael smiled, his teeth trailing her throat. He slowly brought his hands down her back to cup her bottom as he drew her closer.

  “Mike, I want you so badly,” Jen gasped, feeling his hardness against her stomach.

  Michael probed her mouth with his tongue, tasting her sweetness. “You get nothing from me until I know that this little bottom is mine. To do with whatever I want, whenever I want.” He broke away, staring into her glazed eyes.

  “I have no desire to see anyone else, Mike. I believe in commitment,” Jen answered.

  “Let’s wait a few more weeks and see how you do with the family. I want you to just be yourself, okay? Good and bad. I don’t want to scare you off. We can be a bit overwhelming,” he sounded concerned.

  Jen nodded in agreement. “I know, but I have to be truthful with you. I’ve always wanted this. All of it. I will let you take control and decide if and when it’s right, okay?”

  “Are you all right with that?”

  “I insist on it. Believe it or not, I’m pretty submissive when I'm with the right man,” she admitted.