“Cali……c’mon. Really? Is anything too perverted for me? The mere thought of you as my fucking stepsister has me hard as a rock!”
I laughed, and he proved he wasn’t kidding.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
DEVLIN
Cali and I left Catalina Island after one final fuck-fest on the Wet Dream while we were still moored in the bay. I was pretty sure we caused enough waves to rock all the other boats!
We decided to take a more leisurely trip back to port by sailing along the scenic Orange County coastline. There was really no rush, we just wanted to be back in San Diego, for the Fourth of July fireworks display on the bay, tomorrow night.
We had perfect wind, most of the way back, allowing me to maintain an average speed of nearly 5 knots. I only put the boat on autopilot once, while Cali sucked me off. There was no reason in the world for me to resist my sweet siren this time. My sweet stepsister siren that is…….
We were both a little taken aback however, when over dinner in Dana Point, it came to light how much our parents had literally despised each other for so many years. Cali had no idea my dad called her mom the “the liberal menace” and I had no clue that Amari referred to my father as “the bane of her existence”. It was really quite funny. And look how things turned out for them. Who would have guessed those two arch rivals would not only reconcile but fall in love and become engaged. We made a toast to our parents and to how they helped bring us together.
The following morning we shoved off for our final leg of our seafaring journey. It would take most of the day, sailing back to San Diego Bay. The warm July breezes were almost hypnotic out on the water and Cali continued to distract me by prancing around the boat topless. Her beautifully hypnotic breasts glistening in the sun as she lay on the bow of the Wet Dream was too much for me to bear any longer. I finally had to let her straddle me and slide that perfect little pussy up and down on my dick for awhile. A captain’s work is never done……
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CALI
Our yachting adventure was coming to an end, as we entered San Diego Bay, after rounding the tip of Point Loma. I was now completely hooked on sailing, which delighted Devlin to no end. He said he had always wanted a true first mate; a woman who wanted to be by his side at the helm of his Wet Dream. He was an outstanding captain; just another one of his awesome talents.
A school of playful dolphins jumped in and out of the wake at our bow. They appeared to be almost shepherding us into the channel. The water was starting to get crowded with other boaters who also wanted to be bayside for the holiday fireworks celebration, known as The Big Bay Boom.
We eventually found the perfect, out of the way spot, in a cove near Harbor Island, to anchor and wait for the magnificent waterfront pyrotechnics display. Four large barges situated around the bay would be shooting off fireworks, all at one time, at exactly 9:00.
Devlin opened up a bottle of Cabernet while I prepared a plate of assorted cheeses, crackers and fruit. Tired and chilled from our sunset sail, we kicked back in the cockpit of the boat, huddled under a blanket, and sipped our full-bodied wine. While nibbling our snack, we reflected back on the highlights of our amazing weekend. It really couldn’t have been any more perfect.
I kissed Devlin as passionately as I could, so he would know that I was extremely happy that he was now my man… And my hand might have made its way somewhere a little less innocent…
“You’re insatiable…” he whispered.
“Face it Mr. Danes, you brought out the devil in me, and she’s never going back. Now, fuck me, honey. The fireworks are starting……”
I stood up, undid my shorts and let them drop to the cockpit floor. Then I grabbed the boat’s steering wheel, sticking my bare ass out into the cool night air, and spread my legs wide apart. Skyrockets of every color imaginable whistled up and exploded above our heads. Devlin’s hands immediately went up the front of my t-shirt and grabbed hold of my braless tits. His fingers teased my nipples as he kissed the back of my neck and grinded his hips into my ass. The sound of his zipper opening was enough to thoroughly wet my pussy, but he spread my cheeks apart and stuck his hot tongue in my slit, soaking me even more.
My entire sex quivered in anticipation of his sizeable sailor shaft. Every corner of the night sky was bursting with awesome colors that reflected off the surrounding water of the bay. I felt Devlin’s metal ring stroke the edge of my engorged lips and then finally the full length of his flesh was inside me. I came on his dick upon penetration, and then many times over as he fucked me so hard I thought the Wet Dream was going to break anchor.
All the loud noise from the Big Bay Boom was enough to drown out any erotic sounds that we were making. The boaters closest to us sounded way too drunk to even realize or care what was happening over on our boat. It was one big crazy, noisy holiday celebration!
Devlin’s cum burst into me like a flaming skyrocket, just as I screamed out “Fuck me captain!” At that same moment, dozens of brilliant multicolored fireworks exploded over our heads and cascaded down around us, as we both fell limp against the steering wheel.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
DEVLIN
(EPILOGUE)
The December weather was a little nippy, standing outside on the steps of the San Diego Courthouse building, on Pacific Highway. Cali looked absolutely stunning in her low-cut velvet dress, but she was obviously shivering. The kiss we shared warmed me up quite a bit and I felt my flag rise to full mast. Down boy, down! I smiled sheepishly, took her hand in mine, and we headed in.
It felt so good to get out of the wind that was blowing up from the bay. At the end of a long hallway, we spied my dad, and Amari standing with Carl and his lady friend, Anita. Everyone was smiling and Amari was particularly radiant. My dad offered his arm to her:
“Well, darling……Shall we go in?”
Amari smiled and nodded.
The wedding of Congressman Richard Michael Danes and Amari Renee Jamison was a very small, private, civil ceremony. It was beautiful and tasteful. Neither one had wanted a pretentious affair, nor the media circus that would automatically ensue.
Cali looked at me teary-eyed as her mother said, “I do” to my father. I looked forward to the day when Cali would say those same words to me. I gave her delicate hand a kiss and a light squeeze of affection. It was official: Cali was now my stepsister.
Soon though… She’d be my wife.
After the ceremony, the six of us climbed into the back of the waiting limo that would whisk us off to dinner. Dad had hired another chauffeur for the day, so Carl could relax and be a wedding guest. The Terrace Restaurant on the 50th floor of the Pacific Vista Tower was the obvious choice for the newlywed couple’s celebration. On the ride there, we all toasted the new bride and groom. Then, Amari made her own unique toast, with her glass held high:
“To my new husband, the congressman who’s sponsoring California’s “right-to-die” legislation!”
Everybody cheered and raised their champagne glasses in unison.
Not wanting to steal our parents’ thunder, Cali and I waited until after dinner to make our own celebratory announcements. I went first:
“I just got confirmation today that I’m going to be working over on Coronado as a Navy SEAL training instructor, starting next Monday. I’m psyched about it. I guess Cali and I will eventually get a place over there on the island…. And Pete, of course.”
Our little wedding party clinked our glasses, together once again in jubilation. Then, Cali followed with her own equally exciting news:
She extended her left arm across the table and wiggled her fingers at everyone, like she was showing off a big sparkler.
On the ring finger of her left hand was the white twist-tie I had given her this morning over breakfast.
“And, I agreed to marry Devlin….. if I’m still nuts about him a year from now.”
The wedding party laughed, and oohed and aahed over Cali’s “engagement ring”
. Then Amari, my new, deliciously wicked stepmother, stood up and made another toast; the most irreverent toast I had ever heard in my life:
“Here’s to Cali and Devlin! And the hope that it doesn’t take a whole year for my daughter to make up her mind about……….marrying my son!”
Needless to say, her toast set off a lot of inappropriately loud, uproarious laughter at our table.
As the laughter subsided, I pulled a small, blue velvet box from my jacket pocket, and popped it
open, for everyone to see. It was a real sparkler. I set it down in front of Cali on the table and said:
“Perhaps this might speed up her decision….”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mia Caldwell has been fantasizing about stories of "Happily-Ever-After" since she was a little girl, and now that's she's all grown up her "Happily-Ever-After" stories have taken a steamier turn! After graduating from college Mia still wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do with her life, and that’s when she started writing… She lives in New York with two rascally cats named Link and Zelda, eats too much chocolate and Chinese take-out, and goes on way too many blind dates. She's still waiting for Mr. Right, but in the meantime she'll keep dreaming up the perfect man!
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