Aftercare: General's Daughter, Book 4

by Breanna Hayse

  “He was only seven?” Jen asked.

  “Hard to imagine, huh? I held up my hand and stopped them from laughing at the kid. He was getting angry and the boy was already adept enough in self-defense that he probably could have kicked their asses. I asked Michael if he had been on the computer and he told me he had. The FBI jerks didn’t believe him. So, we all went into the office and Mike demonstrated how easy it was to break into the FBI data bank.”

  “Oh shit.”

  “That was my thought too. He then hacked into more sites in front of them. Needless to say, the secure sites became more secured and, by government orders, Mike started training in higher-level education. We had to home school him because of his abilities and he graduated high school by 11 and got his first college degree by 15. You know the rest.”

  “Has he always been so good with his sister?”

  “She was his birthday present. He loves that little girl so much. I’m glad you two get along, because I don’t think he would ever let her go.”

  “I can’t blame him. She’s fun and I adore her. I wish I could be so uninhibited, though.” Jen sighed.

  “She’s had a happy childhood, but a hard one. She’s earned that freedom to be herself in a household of men. Hey, you ran out and joined us today. Was it that hard?”

  “It was the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done in my life,” Jen admitted.

  “You’ll get used to it. We only do that when we know we have no audience. My sister used to be the first to initiate the skinny dipping. Remember, Joe?”

  “I never thought twice about it. I mean, I’d known her since she was a toddler and she was always running around naked. She thought it was funny to sneak into the shower with us too.”

  “Sam doesn’t do that, thank God. She has a little more decorum. She’s grown up so fast.”

  “They both have. But look, we now have two more kids to spoil.” Dr. Quimby kissed Jen on top of the head.

  Jen smiled happily, “I love you guys. My father was never really affectionate. I thought my family was close, but nothing like this. This is genuine.”

  “Yes it is. Michael? Why are you sitting on your sister?” Dr. Quimby asked.

  Chapter 13

  Michael looked up, covered with mud. “Do you really have to ask that? She mudded me!”

  “Oh, okay. Have fun.”

  “Daddy!”

  Suddenly, a ball of mud splattered Dr. Quimby in the chest. He jumped to his feet, “Oh no, you didn’t!”

  His daughter, having slid away from her brother and slippery with the clay-like mud, grinned and threw another ball at him. This time it sprayed Scott. They began to crack their knuckles after wiping mud off their faces.

  “Catch her!” Scott ordered as she fled. Rich flung balls of mud in their direction and got tackled by both. Michael joined in to double with his friend. Jen, joined by a mud-covered Sam, sat to watch the mud-wrestling match.

  “I thought mud-wrestling was just for women?” Jen asked.

  “Marines love playing in the mud. It’s part of our MO. You should join them,” Sam said, smearing a handful of mud down Jen’s face.

  “You!”

  “What? Going to get me? Come on, Jenny. Try it,” Sam teased, ducking the swing. Jen ran over to the clay pit and grabbed a handful, throwing it.

  Sam ducked, and walked towards her. “Oh Jen, you throw like a girl. I thought Rich was teaching you some moves. Come on, knock me down.”

  Growling, Jen dove at her and ended up face down in the slime. Sam gently turned her over with her foot, her muddy face grinning. “You can do better than that. Concentrate, don’t get mad. Back on your feet.”

  Jen grabbed the girl’s legs, knocking her down next to her. “Gotcha.”

  “Good move, but…” Sam rolled so she was sitting on top of Jen, the girl’s hair completely buried in the sticky ooze. By now, the men had sat back to watch. None would bet against Sam, though.

  “Let me go,” Jen commanded.

  “Focus. Don’t let your emotions interfere with your thoughts. How could you physically move me? Think about it…”

  Jen jammed her knee between them and kicked Sam off, then pounced on top of her.

  “Very good. Problem is, you keep yourself open…” Jen was on her stomach, fighting to keep her face out of the mud. “A tight target is hard to hit. Am I hurting you?”

  “You’re pissing me off.”

  “Jen, you need to calm your mind.” Sam turned the girl back over and stood up, holding her hand out for Jen. Jen kicked her legs out from under her and Sam landed with a loud splat on her back. Jen jumped as Sam rolled away. They caught each other in an arm lock, unable to keep a grip due to the slippery mud. Sam saw Jen was seriously getting angry and called the match to a halt.

  “You did well,” Sam praised, hugging Jen. “We’ll work some more on your moves, okay?”

  “I’ll never beat you.”

  “Probably not, but you can learn to have fun trying. Look at those boys. They’re a mess.”

  The four men were clapping, still covered from head to toe with the mud that was starting to bake in the sunlight. Michael went to hug Jen.

  “This is disgusting,” she said.

  “Dad, do I remember that there is a little watering hole nearby?”

  “Just over that ridge, son. About a ten minute walk.”

  “We’ll see you shortly. Jen has bruises I need to fix.”

  “To her ego?” Rich jested. Jen stuck her tongue out at him and followed Michael into the woods.

  “This is not going to be fun combing out,” Rich said, lifting the matted auburn mass of Sam’s waist long hair.

  Scott elbowed Dr. Quimby. “Should we tell them about the other pool?”

  “It would be nice.”

  “Okay, you two, see that short ridge of rocks? Go over that and about half a mile west. Follow the rock bed. You’ll find a hot water pool in the middle of a bunch of boulders. You can’t miss it.”

  “How do you know these things, Uncle Scott?” Sam asked, grabbing shampoo and some towels.

  “We used to bring girls up here to party. The Hootchi hut was for, uh, times of private enjoyment.”

  “I get it. Camp WannaHootchi. Did you bring Mom up here?”

  “No, this was for the singles. Dad came with me the first time when he was 17. He wasn’t much interested in the other girls, but still had a good time.”

  “Enjoy yourselves, kids. Be back before it gets dark. Scott, no crude comments, please,” Dr. Quimby ordered, seeing his friend about to spout forth with a suggestive remark.

  Rich and Sam carefully picked their way over the ridge, following the directions given by Scott. In no time, they found the pool, which steamed lightly in the shade.

  “Damn, this feels great. Stinks though,” Rich said, slowly sliding in after stripping down and submerging to rinse off the mud.

  “Sulfur water. Great for cleaning the pores. Mmm, it is lovely,” came the answer as the girl joined him, floating on her back.

  Rich cradled her in his arms, kissing her lips after wiping the mud away. “Let me take care of you,” he requested, his hand slowly washing off the dirt from her face.

  “I can wash my own hair, Rich.”

  “I want too. Lean back in my arms,” he commanded softly. She obliged, relaxed against his strong body. He ran his fingers through the unruly tangles, working carefully to remove the pieces of twigs and mud before shampooing it clean. His fingers felt wonderful as he massaged the base of her neck. She purred.

  “There, all clean. Rest against this ledge. Don’t move,” he ordered, lifting her hips to float. He kissed her pink flesh, trailing his tongue down her body.

  “Sulfur water doesn’t taste very good, Rich. How about, I just sit here?” the girl asked, pulling away and wrapping her legs around his waist. His erection was large and already seeking its target. He easily slid into her, hearing her gasp with pleasure.

  “You feel bigger t

han the first time. Oh my god…” she mumbled, joining him in the slow stroking.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Not at all. It feels incredible. I want you deeper,” she murmured, trying to draw him closer. Her muscles were tight around him, stroking his organ with a skill he knew had to be pure instinct.

  “I’m so close, honey,” he growled through clenched teeth.

  “Let it go, I’m ready for you,” she growled back. Their pace increased and they joined mouths, panting with lust until the explosion took them both together. They continued to convulse with the aftershocks as they sunk deep into the hot water.

  Rich, still hard inside of her, rested his head into her shoulder, panting. “That hurt.”

  She kissed his cheek, then joined his mouth to hers, still gripping him tightly inside. “I don’t want to let you go. We didn’t even swirl this time and it still was amazing.”

  “We didn’t, did we? I wonder why?”

  “I don’t know. No… don’t leave me,” she said, feeling him slide out of her.

  “Sorry. Give me a minute and we can work it up again.”

  “I love you,” Sam whispered, cuddling against his chest while rubbing her fingers against the soft fur along his pecks.

  “I love you too. Are you enjoying yourself?” Rich asked as she rubbed her cheek against his chest muscles.

  “I love fuzzy chests. Michael shaves his because of the wetsuits, but Daddy and Scott have always had nice fuzzys for me. Don’t shave, I like this.”

  “No problem. You have no fuzzys. Do you wax?”

  “Side effect of the gas. Killed my hair follicles. I’ll always be smooth for you. I hope that’s okay.”

  “I prefer it this way. I also like it this way,” he said, turning her around and gently inserting his newly erect penis into her from behind. This was new for her.

  “Wow, it gives you full access to everything this way, doesn’t it?” she panted as he reached in front to fondle her as he stroked in and out.

  “Mmm, and one day, maybe to this.” He fingered her tiny bottom hole gently. She whimpered with an ‘oh’ as he carefully stuck his finger inside her rectum while he continued to pump in long, smooth strokes. She felt dizzy, being stimulated both front and back and came with a loud groan as he shot inside of her a second time. Rich sprawled over her back as they gripped edges of the pool’s bank, their breath coming in loud pants.

  “Did you like that?” Rich asked after a twenty minute long recovery. He exited the water and pulled Sam with him.

  She blushed. “I did. I didn’t realize you could, you know…”

  “Anal sex?” Rich asked. “Don’t be embarrassed. I forget you don’t have any experience in this area. I’ll teach you. If there is anything you don’t enjoy, just tell me.”

  “I feel like an infant with my lack of knowledge. I’m sorry.”

  “Truthfully, I’m glad. I like introducing you to these things. Just be straight with me.”

  “I will. Do you like doing that? With your finger?”

  “Hell yeah, and with this as well.” He held his flaccid organ. “It’s a control thing for me. I like doggy style the best too.”

  “How kinky are you?” She eyed him.

  Rich kissed her. “I want to tie you up completely and stimulate every single nerve of your body, then make love to every opening. I want to let you taste my pleasure and my pain. I can be a little sadistic.”

  “I guessed that. You would never harm me, right?”

  “Never. But I wouldn’t mind leaving some nice bruises as medals of courage on your gorgeous little ass. That will be the only place I would ever mark, I promise,” he whispered.

  Sam shook with excitement. “We’d have to be far away from home for that. I don’t think Daddy would go for it. He was not very happy that last time you left bruises on my rump.”

  “Those were well deserved. These, however, would be for my pleasure alone. One day, my love, I will make you my slave.” His mouth engulfed hers, his tongue probing deep. She melted in his arms once again, and once again, he penetrated her with a passion and desire so deep that she felt completely owned. His thickness stretched her, and she groaned underneath his hot, heavy body, pressed to the ground and unable to move as he pumped vigorously into her. She cried out as his strokes brought her to another orgasm with him alongside.

  Holding him, she thought of his words. His slave? She muttered these words out loud.

  Rich pushed himself up to look down at her. “Yes, my slave. I’m a Dom, honey. And you are my submissive. You just don’t know it yet.”

  “I don’t understand,” she said as she slowly sat up.

  “We’ll talk about it later. You have nothing to be afraid of. Your uncle is one, too. I also believe Mike is as well. Not too sure of your dad.”

  “Uncle Scott?”

  “Like I said, we will talk about it later. Let’s get dried off and dressed. Your hair is a mess.”

  “Michael will comb it out, unless you want to try.”

  “I’ll let Mike handle that mane. I’m afraid I’ll get frustrated and pull it.”

  “But you like pulling hair.” The girl grinned.

  Rich grabbed a handful to draw her lips to his once again. “I certainly do. Especially when it is long and thick, like yours. Put your shoes on,” he ordered.

  Sighing, she obeyed.

  They arrived back at camp as the sun started to set below the mountain range. Michael, seeing his sister’s hair, pointed to the place in front of him and, without a word, starting working out her tangles.

  “Where did you guys go?” Jen asked, bundled in sweats and trying to dry her hair in the warmth of the fire.

  “Sulfur pool. It was nice,” Rich said, accepting a cup of coffee from Scott.

  “Hot water? You didn’t tell me there was hot water,” Michael scolded his parents.

  “I don’t recall you asking either. Scott, coffee please,” Dr. Quimby requested, now back on his throne, which consisted of a folding chair in front of the fire. The fish, covered with onions, sizzled noisily on the grill. Potatoes wrapped in foil baked in the coals, emitting occasional little popping noises as they steamed.

  “Mmm, smells good,” Sam said. “Look, the stars are starting to come out. This is so nice, thank you.”

  “Yeah, I thought we needed this,” Scott huffed, pouring Dr. Quimby another cup of coffee.

  “How are you feeling after the hot water, daughter?”

  “Relaxed and comfortable. No problems. I didn’t stay under except to rinse my hair.”

  “Let me know if there are any difficulties, okay?”

  “Please don’t worry, Daddy. I’m fine,” Sam said, reaching for his hand.

  Michael continued to comb out the knots. “Rich, you’re going to have to learn how to do this if you plan on hanging around. Come get this side,” Michael ordered his friend. Rich joined him and the two worked patiently to smooth the unruly waves. By the time they finished, dinner was ready.

  The next day, while the men were out fishing downstream, the girls decided to take a little hike. Figuring they would be back before the men returned, they left without saying anything. Unfortunately, they also got lost.

  “You’re the Marine. Find our way back,” Jen said, plopping on a rock to rub her sore feet.

  “If we were under water, I could. Oh damn,” Sam said plopping next to her friend. “I need to call Mike. We will be in big trouble for this.”

  “Why?”

  “Didn’t you hear Uncle Scott tell us not to go anywhere without telling them?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “If I call, then they’ll know. If I don’t, then they’ll come back and see we are gone. We are up serious shit creek.”

  “We could try to backtrack,” Jen said hesitantly.

  “That’s what we’ve been trying to do. I can’t even sense the water. There is no pull for me here. Damn.”

  “Double damn.”

  The girls were quiet, contemplating their situation. Jen sighed, “This is going to ruin the vacation for everyone, huh?”

  “Are you kidding me? I can’t remember one family vacation that I HAVEN’T gotten into some kind of trouble. They know me too well. It was bound to happen either today or tomorrow. I’m calling Michael.”

  “Lt. Quimby.”

  “Me. We’re lost.”

  “What? Sis…”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know. Can you find us? Use your twin power or something.”

  “I won’t be able to hide it from the folks,” Michael said quietly. “We’re almost done here.”

  “I know. I didn’t want you getting to camp and finding us gone. I’m sorry.”

  “Me too,” Jen said into the transmitter.

  “Jen, you’re going to get it for this too, you know,” Michael advised her. “Scott told you guys not to go anywhere without telling us.”

  “I know. Just find us please. My feet hurt.”

  “On my way. Out. Rich? The girls are lost. We need to recon. I want to try to cover for them if I can.”

  “Hmmm. Doc? Scott? Do you mind if Mike and I go back to camp and grab some private time with our ladies? Maybe go for a little walk or something?”

  “Go for it, son. Have fun and be careful,” Dr. Quimby waved, casting his line in. They were after trout this time.

  “Good decoy. Let’s hurry,” Michael said. They got to camp and Rich found the footprints from where the girls had left. His tracking skills were excellent, surprising Michael.

  “I didn’t know you had this in you. I’m a water guy, not terrain.”

  “I told you I trained S&R. Here, let me show you.” Rich showed Michael broken sticks, bent branches and other clues indicating the route the girls had taken. Michael, finally able to sense his sister, helped in the directioning. They found the girls an hour later about three miles from camp.

  “My hero!” Jen cried out, flinging herself into Michael’s arms.

  Rich hugged Sam tightly. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

  “I can’t believe we got lost. I’m sorry. Thanks for finding us,” Sam said gratefully, kissing her brother’s cheek after delivering a strong hug.

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