“I wiped down the sink and mirror,” she said quietly.
“Michael, she needs to learn latrine duty as well. Did Samantha do the rest?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, hers is fine. Michael, please work with Jen, and teach her some basics. I want this to my satisfaction by the end of the weekend.”
“Yes, sir. Come on, Jen, I’ll use the incentive system.” He smiled, closing her door behind him. Dr. Quimby went up to inspect his daughter’s room, nodding with satisfaction. He didn’t even have to look into Michael’s – he knew it was perfect.
“Daddy!” He heard his daughter yell from downstairs. “Rich is eating your bacon!”
“MINE!” Dr. Quimby roared, running down the stairs and tackling Rich off the couch. The wrestling began.
“Don’t hold back, Rich! Show the old man who’s boss!” Scott yelled, moving the coffee table to the side.
“Get him, Daddy! He ate your bacon!” Sam cheered, jumping out of the way and climbing up to the back of the couch. The living room floor was large and the family made certain there was nothing breakable or harmful in the way of the spontaneous testosterone filled matches. Rich pinned Dr. Quimby, by sitting on his chest. Scott had started the count when Rich got jumped from behind by Sam. Her legs wrapped around his waist with her momentum throwing him off her father.
“This should be interesting,” Dr. Quimby panted to Scott as the couple initiated their first sparring match. Rich had a hard time catching his target. She was small and fast and had the distinct advantage of sparring with her brother and had learned some new moves. Rich caught her in a leg lock, pressing her face between his thighs. She remembered her uncle’s words about fighting like a girl. So she did.
“OW! She bit me!” Rich yelled, releasing her. She grinned, baring her nails. They dug into his side as he plunged at her, scratching him. “You are cheating!”
“You whine like a girl,” Sam mocked, ducking his arm, “and it isn’t cheating when one uses their own resources to win.”
“So much for ego stroking,” Dr. Quimby groaned to Scott.
“You little brat! You got it, kid. We both can play that game,” Rich growled, tripping her. She rolled into a crouch then relaxed her mind. Rich shook his head, finding it difficult to focus. She dove between his legs and knocked him to his stomach. She then held his head in a leg lock, her mind keeping his focus off.
“The winner!” Scott praised.
Sam released Rich’s neck and rolled him to his back, straddling his stomach. “I won.”
“You cheated. You swirled me!”
“Yep. It worked well. I’ve been learning to relax my mind during distractions.”
Rich sat up, shaking his head. “You aren’t supposed to do that to me,” he growled.
She kissed him, grinning at her father and Scott. “I won.”
Chapter 9
“No, you didn’t. You cheated. That’s an automatic forfeit. And a sound spanking,” Rich barked, flipping her across his lap and smacking her backside sharply. Scott and Dr. Quimby laughed and left the room for more bacon.
“Let me go! OOWWWWW!”
“No, I won’t let you go. I will do this all day until I get an apology for biting me and a confession that you cheated.”
“But I needed every advantage to win. OOOWWOWWW!”
“Say it or the shorts are going down!”
“Oooh, OWWWWW! Stop it, please. NOOOO!” she yelled as Rich skimmed down her shorts, pinned her legs and continued spanking her backside which was quickly turning cherry red.
“Say it!”
“Uncle Scott told me to fight like a girl. OWWWOWW OWW.”
“Now you’re blaming him for the tactics? No way.”
“I’m sorry I bit you! Please stop, that’s enough! OWWW!” she begged, tears now coming.
“What else?” he asked, his rhythm unchanged as his large hand easily covered her entire bottom and sit spots.
“I’m sorry I cheated. I won’t do it again.”
“There, was that so hard to admit?” he asked, pulling her panties and shorts back up as she whimpered, still lying over his left knee on the floor.
“It took over 100 strokes to get that, Rich. You need to improve your technique,” Scott said, stepping over them, coffee in hand, to sit in his favorite chair.
“Sometimes prolonging the session is more pleasurable for the administrator. I like seeing her squirm and hearing those squeals. It is very satisfying.”
“She’s a squirmer, that’s for sure,” Dr. Quimby said, sitting on the couch. “Samantha, when you’re done there, will you please make me some more bacon?”
She looked up at him, exhausted, hair everywhere and face tear stained, still pinned between Rich’s knees with his hand resting on her upturned bottom. “Bacon? I’ll tell you what I think of your— OOOOOWWWWWW!” she shrieked as Rich let loose with three heavy, meaningful blows. “Yes, sir, I’ll make you more bacon.”
“That’s a good girl,” Rich said, releasing her. She scowled before going into the kitchen, rubbing her bottom.
“You have some good moves, my boy. Would you like to start sparring with us?” Scott asked.
Rich nodded. “Yeah, that would be fun. I started with Mike and I’m picking up a lot of his technique also. It’s really good.”
“You should see the two of them do doubles. They become one person in two separate bodies. It’s scary amazing to watch,” Dr. Quimby said. “You handled her well, by the way. You didn’t look like you were playing nice during your match.”
“I wasn’t trying to hurt her, but she kept coming. She’s a tough little monster. I should work with her, too. She shouldn’t have to bite to get out of certain locks.”
“She usually doesn’t. But she does pinch. When was the last time you two went out together, by the way?”
“We’re out all the time, Scott. We just haven’t had time to go on a date with that whole assignment thing.”
“Why don’t you take her out tonight? Go somewhere nice, my treat.” Scott grinned.
“I can pay my own way, but thanks for the offer. I just need to see if she even wants to go anywhere with me right now. She looked a little peeved.” He chuckled.
“Her mother had a special spot on her neck that if I bit it, she would do anything. Try it,” Dr. Quimby suggested with a wicked smile. Rich nodded.
Coming up behind the girl as she cleaned the dishes, he started nibbling on her neck. There it was.
She felt her legs buckling as she sunk against his body. “Oh God… That’s… wow.” She was breathless.
Rich continued to nuzzle her. “Would you like to go out tonight? I was thinking we could go up to the mountains, have dinner and then make out under the stars.”
“Will I be safe away from the water?”
“We flew to Canada without a problem. You had a long emersion yesterday, you should be okay.”
“See what Daddy thinks. But yes, I would love to go out with you. And maybe do some other things.”
“Which was why I thought of the mountains. We could also take the boat out, like a picnic. That would be private and you’ll get your water and I’ll get my stars.”
“Yes, let’s do that. I tend to feel more romantic near the ocean anyway. Want to help me finish the dishes?”
“Sure,” he said, sinking his teeth into her neck again. It didn’t help with the dishes, but it made doing them more enjoyable.
“I was wondering if I could borrow the boat for tonight. I was thinking a starlight picnic and she’s worried about being too far from the water,” Rich asked the older men as he sat on the couch.
“Go for it. Just be back before tomorrow night,” Scott said.
Dr. Quimby frowned. “Are you giving them the okay to spend the night together?”
“For crying out loud, Joe. They live in the same house. They work together. They are alone, unsupervised constantly. I know for a fact that he’s fallen asleep next to her multipl
“But… Once again, you’re right. Asshole,” Dr. Quimby muttered.
“Are you serious? We can stay on the water all night?” Rich appeared astonished.
“Yes. Use her transmitter to contact us if you need it.”
“Wow, thanks. Don’t tell her about the curfew. It will be a surprise.”
Rich tossed together a ditty bag and a change of clothes for both of them and hid the bundle in the small cruiser. Scott, being unusually helpful, went to the store to purchase food and other picnic items for them, storing it, unseen, in the boat as well. He also put candles and massage oil in the bunk areas.
“Let’s make this simple. We can fish and grill something, and take some cheese and crackers. Scott said there’s Coke in the galley,” Rich whispered into Sam’s ear from behind.
“They keep it pretty well stocked for last minute fishing trips. There are some blankets in the cabin, too.” She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him. He lifted her to meet his eyes, smiling as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and demanded to be carried into the living room.
“I see you found a new pack mule,” Scott chuckled.
“She likes being carried, so be careful. She’s trained her brother well, so you might be next. Speaking of which they are awfully quiet in there,” Dr. Quimby said, starting to stand.
“Leave them alone. You are worse than a woman with being nosey. Why don’t you kids take off? Please be home before tide change.”
“Yes, sir. Thanks. We’ll see you later. Here kiss this,” he ordered as he carried the girl to her father and uncle. She blew a kiss in Michael’s direction.
“I like being carried.” The tiny girl giggled as Rich changed her to a cradled position.
“I like carrying you. You fit very well in my arms.”
“I bet you will fit well in other places, too,” Sam whispered in his ear, biting down on his earlobe. Rich shivered, feeling his cock starting to grow. Down boy, he coaxed, time enough for that later. He settled her down on the ‘queen’s lounge’ in the bow, making certain she was comfortable and content, then pulled the boat out of the inlet into open sea.
“I forgot your gear bag,” he suddenly remembered, “Do we need to get it?”
“I have a spare suit here. It’s a little snug, but it works well if I need it. Where are we going?”
“I was thinking we could anchor outside the Coronado Cays, you know, those little islands offshore. They might block some city light as it gets darker.”
“Sounds like fun. It’s so pretty outside. It feels good to be out in the fresh air.”
“Did you bring your bathing suit? You could get some sun.”
“If you haven’t noticed, my love,” she began to strip out of her clothes, “I have no tan lines. There’s a reason for that.”
She spread a towel on the deck and laid face down upon it, her perfect heart shaped bottom begging for attention. Once outside the rip region, Rich cut off the engine and joined her. His hands traced the curves of her back and hips, pausing to trace the small scars that marred the perfect flesh. The surgeons had done a good job with their needlework. They were virtually unnoticeable.
“Kidney?” he asked.
“Still there and working. The intestine was adhered to a portion of my spine.”
“This?”
“Bullet. Lodged in the femur.”
He rolled her over, kissing her before studying her more. “They did a great job, I would not have known if I didn’t look.” He traced the tiny scar that traveled from one side of her hip to the other. He discovered two more on either side of her rib cage and at the base of her throat. No wonder her family was overprotective, seeing their baby girl looking like the bride of Frankenstein.
“You really were pulled through the ringer, weren’t you?” he asked softly, lifting her hands over her head to kiss the sides of her breasts.
She purred, reminding him of a cat drunk from sunlight. “I guess. I was in a coma for the majority of it. The only thing they knew was that my brain waves were normal so I wouldn’t wake up a vegetable. I couldn’t let them take him. I had no choice.”
“I know you couldn’t. I would have done the same thing for any of you. It explains why your family is so tough on you. I don’t know how they managed to stay sane during this. It must have been horrible for them, feeling so powerless.”
“I think I put them through the worse hell ever. I’m so awful sometimes. I know I shouldn’t be, but it just happens.”
“You know what will happen if you’re awful with me.” He nibbled his way across her flat, muscular stomach, tucking his hands underneath her. “This beautiful bottom gets a good paddling. Turn over.”
She silently complied, feeling his hands touching every inch. He lingered on his favorite part, her perfectly formed backside, and then with a single swoop, hiked her over his bent left knee.
“What are you doing?” she asked, lifting her head to look at him.
His hand caressed her bottom as it was warmed by the sun. “Taking possession of what is mine.” He smacked her heavily, and then caressed her.
She wiggled. “Not so hard.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. You will not top from the bottom with me,” he said firmly, smacking her twice more.
“What does that mean? Ow!”
“It means that I am the boss here, and I call the shots, not you,” Rich answered, planting a sharp, heavy spank to her left cheek.
Sam yelped, then relaxed under the warmth of his hand. He took his time, spanking and caressing, stopping only to remove his shirt. He felt his head starting to swim in a delightful mix of desire and passion. He didn’t fight it, continuing to increase his intensity of the smacks, followed by rubbing and stimulating her. His erection was painful, pressing against his jeans. He needed her. It was something he could no longer ignore, the desire too strong to resist. Carefully, he rolled her to her back, smiling as she tried to make her stinging bottom comfortable against the hard deck. Slowly he stood to remove the rest of his clothes, showing her his naked body for the first time. Sam gasped. He was not only beautiful in all his glory; he was larger than she had guessed. Magnificent!
“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing that it was a moot question. He would not be able to stop himself at this point. She nodded, reaching for him hungrily. Rich sat down, once again turning her over his knee to seductively spank her perfect backside. By now, it was bright red and stinging nicely, the flesh hot under his large hand. He lifted her to sit on his lap, facing him with his penis pressing against her pelvis. His lips trailed down her neck as he made love to her breasts. Slowly he laid her out before him, stretching her against the deck and holding her arms high above her head. The swirling grew more intense and his hunger deepened, with the need to pleasure her uncontrollable. His mouth found her clitoris, his tongue acting like a miniature version of what was to come, as he tasted her delightful juices. Sugar cookies.
She was ready. Her bare pussy arched for him, crying out for his cock to fill it. Slowly, with gentle care, he inserted the tip into her. He was aware of his size, and her newness to the coupling. This was to be a time for her to remember with joy, not fear, and he tried to ease himself in. Gentle penetration was not what Sam desired, though. She clutched him, trying to force him to move in deeper. He hesitated and obliged, his excitement rising as she moaned with pleasure. Without difficulty, she took him completely and rode him like the wind.
Rich had never experienced a connection with anyone as he had at that moment. The swirls were intoxicating, the sensations so intense they were almost surreal. He pulled her to sit on top of him to allow her deeper penetration if she wanted. And she wanted. His mind spun with questions. How could such a tiny thing take him so easily? This was her first experience and yet, she accepted him as though they had been together for eons, as though they had been designed for each other. He paused her to delay her orgasm, as well as his own. He wanted this to last forever. He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and his cock, protesting the loss of the warm, tight embrace of her body.
His lips once again tasted her as his hands memorized every delicious curve of her sensitive breasts. Sam begged for release, but he refused to give it. Not yet. He was amazed about the control he had, despite the swirling. Sam started to cry lightly, begging and pleading to feel him again. He obliged, this time more aggressively. His long strokes filled her, and he could feel every part of her holding and clutching him in rhythm to his motion. The swirls escalated, pulsating within his mind, and he moved with the rhythm they set forth. They both came at once, locked deep into each other, the swirls spinning out a pattern like fireworks. Rich thought he died and went to heaven. It was as close to an out of body experience as he could have ever imagined.
It was several minutes before his erection relaxed inside of her. Holding her close, eyes closed to the sunlight, he inhaled the salty air and the sweet scent of her hair. It was bliss, this afterglow.
***
Back at the house, Michael plopped on the edge of Jen’s bed, shaking his head. “This room is done. How is it that you couldn’t do this in two weeks?”
“I didn’t have the incentive I have now.” Jen smiled, wrapping a sheet around her naked body.
“You know my folks know what we’re doing.” Michael grinned, tugging the sheet from her breast so that he could finger her nipple.
“Probably, but they haven’t bothered us, so I guess they figure the room is getting cleaned.”
“Great, you’re starting to think like my sister. I… oh my…” His eyes widened. He stood up suddenly and went to her window, which overlooked the ocean.
“What’s wrong?”
“My little sister is… Oh my… so much for waiting six months.”
“Do you really feel it?”
He nodded, and then shook his head. His forehead glistened as he felt arousal grow within him. “I can’t explain it. Yes and no. I’ll tell you this much,” he turned around to look at her, “I’m glad I have you with me right now, otherwise, I’d be in a cold shower. Come here.”
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