Aftercare: General's Daughter, Book 4

by Breanna Hayse

  Jen giggled as he pounced on top of her, throwing off the sheet. She wrapped her legs around his waist, guiding his rigid cock into her without hesitation. She groaned into his neck, trying to keep quiet so that their activity would not be overheard. His strokes were hard, demanding and deep, and Jen exploded into a climax that threatened to pull him completely inside of her. He joined her at that same moment, not holding back his intense desire as he plunged hungrily into her.

  “Oh my god, you are…” Michael said, holding Jen tightly as he pressed into her, his appetite insatiable.

  “...Incredible,” Sam whispered, the feeling of fulfillment engulfing her.

  Rich looked down at her face. “Wow, that was intense,” he panted, collapsing on top of her and trying not to squash her with his weight. “It hurt so good.”

  “No, don’t move. I’m used to being mushed. I like it,” Sam said, holding him. “I know what my brother is doing right now. Talk about kinky.”

  “Twin powers again?” Rich said, rolling to his side and taking her with him.

  She shook her head, pointing to the water where several dolphins were playing under the boat. “I don’t think so. I strongly suspect we have company, and that they are egging things on. I’m too relaxed to yell at them. Besides, it was amazing,” Sam purred.

  “I love you,” Rich whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. She murmured her love back; eyes closed as she rested her check against his chest and stroked his stomach lazily. He smiled. He’d finally found a way to keep her quiet!

  Seagulls squawked overhead and the sound of the waves lapping the sides of the boat with the gentle whistle of the breeze was hypnotic. Rich closed his eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep, Sam cradled protectively and lovingly in his arms. Their nakedness was the most natural thing he could think of and he wished they could just stay there, free of responsibilities.

  A few hours later, Sam opened her eyes to see the sun setting. She gently touched Rich’s nipple, kissing and tracing it with her tongue and she reached her hands down slowly to explore. He grabbed her wrist gently, bringing it back up to his chest after kissing her palm.

  “Now, now, don’t be greedy. There will be more later if you’re a good girl.”

  “What if I’m not a good girl?” she asked mischievously.

  Rich hugged her, sitting up. “Then you’ll go across my knee for another spanking.”

  “I see. I guess I’ll have to think of ways to be bad then.”

  He laughed, that deep, throaty warm sound that tantalized her as he stood. Reaching for her hand, he pulled her up and embraced her. “I’m getting a little chilly. Let’s get dressed and grab a bite.”

  They showered together in the tiny head, laughing about the lack of space, then dressed in sweats. Sam opened the small refrigerator, seeing it stocked with fruit, cheese, assorted deli meat and sausages. Uncle Scott’s favorite finger foods. So he was in on this. This also meant there were…

  “Cheetos!” She grinned, grabbing the bag.

  Rich laughed. “What is it with you guys and Cheetos?” he asked, snatching one.

  “It was a reward when we were little for doing something good. The puff ones, not these crunchy ones. We were promoted to the crunchy ones when Daddy was sure we wouldn’t choke on them.”

  “Sit, stay, here’s a Cheeto?”

  “It worked. I didn’t always get spanked if I did something wrong. They used a lot of positive reinforcement.”

  “Smart. So will I, but it won’t be with Cheetos.” Rich winked. They carried the food outside to the deck, leaning their backs against the bench as they watched the rolling waves.

  “How are you doing?” Rich asked.

  Sam’s eyes sparkled. “Wonderful. When did you learn how to swirl?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You swirled me. I felt like I was floating in your arms. Everything was intensified. I had no idea anyone could be such an incredible lover. It was like a magical dream.”

  “I didn’t swirl you. You swirled me.”

  “I did? Not consciously. Wow. Plus, I really think we had some help. We have some voyeurs swimming around the boat.” She giggled.

  “I’ve never had anything like you before,” Rich admitted. “I mean, I know I’m pretty good in that department, but with you, I felt like I knew every spot, every pressure point, like you—”

  “Were part of me. That’s how I felt. Will it always be like this?”

  “I hope so. It’s addictive, though. Only after I came did I feel that I could finally take a break. It wiped me out.”

  “Me too. You didn’t hurt me at all, either.” She smiled gently.

  “I saw that. Not that I’m not incredibly pleased, but it should have been a little uncomfortable, given your size and inexperience.”

  “Not at all. You are a perfect fit. Don’t forget, I’m very active and very flexible. Plus your lips, hands and the swirls had me needing all you had to offer.”

  “There’s even more to come. That was just the beginning.” Rich smiled, popping a grape into her mouth. She started to giggle, hiding her mouth with her hand. Rich raised an eyebrow. “What?”

  “I’m bad. I suddenly thought of how good a new pair of perfectly fitted shoes feel.”

  “You and your shoes… hey!” Rich said, catching the comment. She shrieked, slipping from his grasp, and ran to the other side of the boat. They started a spirited game of catch; however, for once, the girl’s small size played a huge advantage – she could slip into places Rich could not. Finally, she let him catch her, laughing hysterically.

  “You little brat,” he panted, holding her tightly. He pulled her down onto his lap, face in her neck. “You make me so happy.”

  “I love you,” she whispered, joining her lips to his once again.

  Chapter 10

  Michael’s eyes widened again as he sat at the dinner table with the rest of the family. Jen nudged him and he nodded. They were at it again. He quickly excused himself, hearing Jen giggle.

  “What’s going on?” Scott asked, stealing a rib off Michael’s plate.

  “Trust me, you don’t want to know.” Jen snickered.

  Dr. Quimby frowned. “Out with it. That boy never leaves his ribs for any reason. They are his bacon.”

  “Just say that a little dolphin in engaging in his activities again and sharing them with Mike,” Jen lied. Good, they bought it.

  “Maybe you should go follow him and help out.”

  “Scott! We are at the table, have some decency,” Dr. Quimby scolded.

  Scott snorted. “Oh please. Do you think I didn’t see what you and my sister used to do under the table? Stop acting like you’re so proper.”

  “I don’t need to go around making grand announcements.”

  “Maybe if you did, you would get laid now and then,” Scott said back. Dr. Quimby raised an eyebrow and, in a quick moment, unceremoniously dumped a pitcher of ice water on Scott’s lap. Jen’s mouth fell open, as did Michael’s as he was returning to the table. Scott growled and flung a spoon of mashed potatoes into his friend’s face. Michael grabbed his cell phone to videotape the event – no one would believe it otherwise.

  Jen jumped out of the way when a handful of creamed spinach found its way over Scott’s head. The food fight was on. Michael grabbed his ribs and pulled Jen out of the way, taping every motion. The two men, covered with dinner, were now on the deck rolling around like two little boys in a wrestling match.

  “Hold this.” Michael gave Jen the phone. He turned on the hose and started squirting them both.

  “That’s enough, you two. I’m not done with my dinner. Go get cleaned up and then present yourselves like adults,” he ordered, soaking them down thoroughly. Scott and Dr. Quimby, still on the ground, looked at each other and started laughing hard. They shoved each other in the shoulders before standing up.

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Jennifer.” Dr. Quimby laughed, tears running down his face.
“That was so my daughter’s move!”

  “I cannot believe you did that!” Scott said. “I do apologize for our behavior, Miss Jennifer. It was not very mature.”

  She was still holding the phone with an evil grin on her face. They finally saw what she was doing.

  “You did not record that!” Dr. Quimby said, appalled. Scott reached for the phone and she tossed it to Michael.

  He raised his finger. “Uh uh, one more step and I press send.”

  “You wouldn’t dare!” Scott hissed.

  Michael raised his eyebrow. “What’s it worth to you?”

  “You little shit.”

  “You taught him everything he knows, Scott. What do you want, Michael?” Dr. Quimby asked hesitantly. He knew that if this got out, he and Scott would be teased unmercifully by their command.

  “Let’s see… Jen, do you have any ideas?”

  “I need to think about it. You should, though, send a copy of that somewhere for safe keeping, just in case they try to delete it.” She snickered.

  “I’ll get you for this, you little brat,” Scott grumbled.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “Between you and Sam, I think I’m learning pretty quickly how to be a pest. You do know that Sam and Rich have to see this, right?” she asked Michael.

  He nodded. “Hell, yeah. It’s on the way.”

  “You are so going to get it, boy,” Scott hissed, drying off with a towel.

  “Why don’t you two go get cleaned up while I think of something that would be worth me not sending this to the command, okay?” Michael grinned evilly. Shooting him a bird, Scott left quickly.

  His father, hands on his hips, shook his head. “I’m disappointed in you. Blackmail?”

  “Yep. You have spinach in your hair.”

  ***

  “There’s a message coming in from Mike. Cool, we have cell service,” Rich said, punching his phone. He started laughing loudly, calling Sam over. “Holy shit... Sammi! You have got to see this!”

  “What are they doing?” she asked, watching the video.

  “Our two generals, the scourge of the Quimby household, are having a freaking food fight!” Rich was on the ground, watching the video over again.

  Sam’s mouth hung open. “I can’t believe this. Are you SURE that’s really them? MY parents?”

  He handed her the phone to rewatch the tape. She texted Michael.

  “WTF is happening there?”

  “ROTFLMAO. R U having fun?”

  “:)Y. Lots of swirls”

  “I know-felt all. WOW!”

  “U did not!”

  “Did 2. BIG”

  “TTYL LU”

  She turned off the phone and looked at Rich. “I am officially embarrassed. Mike knows you popped my cherry.” She bit her lip.

  Rich grinned proudly. “There wasn’t any popping, baby. Exploding, not popping.”

  “I’ll say. Hey, are you up for a little adventure?”

  “What do you have in mind?”

  “Night dive. You’ll have to use tanks. I don’t have one of Michael’s masks here.”

  “Too bad it’s so cold. I’d like to make love to you underwater.”

  “Warm water would be nice for that,” Sam said dreamily. “Maybe we can go to…”

  ***

  “The Keys,” Michael said decisively.

  “You want the family to take a vacation to the Keys? Why?” Dr. Quimby said, sitting on the lounger and beckoning to Jen. She came over and allowed him to pull her on to his lap. “I’m sorry I was so out of hand. Scott pushed my button,” he said, hugging her.

  “It was funny. Not to worry. I liked seeing you two play around like that.” She giggled, enjoying the feel of his arms around her. It still surprised her about how cuddly these men were, especially given their professions and size. She liked it. Her own father had never been very affectionate.

  “It would be nice to be in some warm water for once,” Michael answered.

  “You just don’t want to freeze your balls off when you’re having your way with your girlfriend,” Scott commented, joining them.

  “Will you please stop being so crude? If we do that, we need to plan around hurricane season. We’re in the middle of it right now,” Dr. Quimby said.

  Michael shrugged. “We could actually fly there instead of taking the ship. The other option is the Springs.”

  “What’s that?” Jen asked excitedly.

  “Manatee country. “

  “Son, I hate to break it to you, but we could have a problem. We don’t know if your sister can withstand the Atlantic temperatures or saline levels. The Springs are fresh water, too,” Dr. Quimby reminded his son softly.

  “I forgot about that. Sea World has a pacific tank for their whales. We could keep her there.”

  “I don’t think she would go for that. Although, she would like showing off to the spectators,” Scott said grimly.

  “Let me think about it. I have some ideas...”

  “Uh oh, I know that look. He’s designing,” Dr. Quimby groaned.

  Scott grinned. “That’s my boy. Let’s see what he comes up with this time.”

  ***

  Monday morning, Michael called his sister into his office, closing the door and drawing the shades.

  She frowned. “What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, for once you’re in the clear. We need to test you for some things. I need to know what temperature you can tolerate before having problems. I want to go to Florida and Dad’s not sure if you can manage it.”

  “I had the same idea. Maybe go to the Keys. It shouldn’t be hard. We’ll set up a test tank with the east coast mineral levels and temperature variations. You do remember that I have to hold my breath if in hot water. I lose my ability to breathe.”

  “We need to see what temperature that occurs at and the extent. I also want to know why you can’t breathe in the wetsuit. There is enough water exchange with the material that your pores shouldn’t be blocked. You do understand that this will mean a lot of poking.”

  “You’re lucky I have good veins and that I trust you. We can also use the veterinary analyzer to read the samples so that the med lab and Daddy don’t need to know we are doing this.”

  “There’s another thing. I want to work on developing a better breathing device. One that I don’t have to worry about putting on.”

  “What are you saying, Michael?”

  “I think I figured a way to use the Beta project.”

  She was silent. “Daddy and Scott will forbid this, Mike. You know that,” she whispered.

  “I know. But there is merit to the gas structure. Look.” He hit some buttons on his computer. “I broke down the chemical compound to a stable and temporary state. It has an active half-life of 16-20 hours under ocean conditions. If I’m correct, this will allow me to obtain a temporary amphibious state for up to 7 or 8 hours.”

  “Michael, I can’t let you do that. The risk is too high.”

  “We can’t let what happened to you stop us from searching for the perfect diving condition, sis. I’ll be careful, I promise. But I need as much information from you as I can get.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Please, trust me. If I can do this, then I’m no longer limited to short dives and limited depth.”

  “I’m not comfortable with this. You can already dive for long periods and excessive depths with the equipment you have.”

  “Just think about it, okay? I promise not to do anything without you knowing. I am asking you not to say anything to the folks.”

  “I won’t. Will you tell Rich?”

  “He wants to do it too. We would be the ultimate recon team. No detection, no limitation.”

  “Give me some time to process this. It doesn’t feel right to me,” Sam said doubtfully.

  “No problem. In the meantime, can we start those tests?”

  “Sure. I’ll do a fasting tomorrow and get a baseline, then go from ther
e.”

  ***

  Rich noticed her silence during chow and she claimed having a headache. She excused herself to return to her office, closing the door quietly and drawing the blinds. Jen tapped on her door and received no response. She went over to Michael who was buried in the middle of a complex program.

  “Is Sam all right?”

  “She’s fine. I can’t talk right now, sweetheart, I need to concentrate on this,” he said, not moving his eyes from the screen.

  Jen frowned, walking over to Nick. “What’s going on here? They are too quiet.”

  “Mike’s wrapped up in that program, but I don’t know what’s with the siren. She might really have a headache. She is human, you know.”

  “I guess I forget sometimes. Okay. I’m going back to work.”

  A few minutes later, Sam appeared in her wetsuit. She whispered something to her brother, who absently nodded, and left through the front doors. Jen frowned. Her friend usually started her dives from the whale tank. She followed her out, watching as she sat at the edge of the dock. This was not normal. Picking up her cell, Jen called Rich.

  “Hi Jenny, what’s up?”

  “Something’s wrong.” She explained the activities.

  Rich was quiet for a moment. “She wasn’t feeling great during chow. Maybe she just needs a breather. Give her some space to clear her mind.”

  “Are you coming home with us tonight?”

  “Can’t. I have duty. Let me know if there are any problems though, okay?”

  “Sure. Thanks, big bro.” Jen sighed, glancing again over to where Sam sat. Her friend looked sad. Shaking her head, Jen followed Rich’s advice and went back inside.

  “What should I do, Splasher?” Sam asked the little dolphin as he swam below her feet. “I don’t want him to do this. It could ruin everything. He wants kids, what if it stops him? What if it kills him? Please help me. I’ve lied so long about how I don’t care about what happened to me that I’ve started to believe myself. I don’t want him to have to live this way. Daddy and Scott will be devastated. I need help.” She teared up, watching the dolphin flip to his side. He flashed her images of his bull and Ton.