All the Way In

by Betsy Locke

  “So what do you think?” Houston asked, holding onto the ropes.

  I was lost in his eyes again. They were so clear and matched the sea perfectly. “So beautiful,” I said.

  Houston meant what I thought about the boat and not about his eyes. But beautiful applied to both. I did my best to elaborate my answer. “And I love the name. What's the significance?”

  “Orion? Well it was the first time I got the boat. I went out all day and night. I stayed out on the deck and watched the stars for hours. I'd never seen Orion's belt so clearly as I did in the middle of the ocean away from all the city lights. I thought the name worked.”

  I did my best to walk around the boat and not slip. “So you sailed in this for eight months? It's kind of small isn't it.”

  Houston followed me as I walked around. Probably to make sure I didn't fall off the boat. “It's not so bad. It's a little cozy. A little cramped at times but this baby did her job.”

  “It's cute, I like it,” I replied.

  “Do you want to go out on the water?”

  I didn't even think that was a possibility. Going out in the open water scared me a little and that thrilled me.

  “Well I should warn you, I've never been sailing before.”

  “There's nothing to it,” Houston replied with a smile.

  I wanted to make him so happy that his smile never left his face. “I highly doubt that.”

  “Well yeah it can really be a lot to take in if you were doing it all yourself for the first time. But I'll do most of the work and I'll tell you what to do.”

  I liked the idea of Houston telling me what to do. “So I'll be your first mate then?”

  Houston nodded. “Exactly. So if you have nothing else planned for the day...”

  “Nothing that would compare to sailing. Let's do it.”

  Houston immediately went to work. He jumped off the boat and unwrapped a thick rope that kept the boat anchored to the dock. He put his foot on the edge of the boat and pushed it away.

  I hung onto the rope as the boat began to drift from the dock. Houston was still standing there. Was he going to stay behind and abandon me on his boat? My heart jumped in my throat.

  There was no need to panic. Houston leaped back onto the boat and began to work at the rigging for the sail.

  “Anything you need me to do?” I asked, standing there like a buffoon.

  Houston pointed behind me. “Take the tiller and steer us out of here when I get the sail out.”

  I looked behind me and had no idea what he was referring to. What the fuck was a tiller anyways?

  Houston could see I was struggling. “See that long wooden stick? That controls the rudder. Swing it from side to side and it will change the boat's direction.”

  I sat down on the floor and grabbed the long wooden pole. Houston released the sail and the wind caught it. I could feel the boat lurch forward in the water.

  “Okay now steer us out of the harbor and watch out for any boats.”

  I nodded and turned the tiller to me and the boat began to move to the right. It was too much and I had to compensate to make the boat go straight again. “I don't know if I can do this,” I said.

  “Don't worry, Faith, you're doing great. Just keep her steady. We're almost out of the harbor.”

  I did my best to keep the tiller straight but a large yacht was coming into the harbor. “What do I do?” I asked Houston.

  “Stay calm. Turn the boat to the right just a little bit. Let us drift for a minute and then straighten her out.”

  I did as I was told and made the boat go right. When it looked like we were out of harm's way, I straightened the boat out and we sailed out of the harbor.

  “I couldn't do it any better myself,” Houston said.

  “Thanks. Things got a little hairy there for a second.”

  “Well the open sea is a lot easier when there isn't any traffic to worry about.”

  Chapter Six

  The sea breeze hit me in the face and smelled amazing. The air was so fresh. I took in a couple deep breaths to take advantage of it. The sun was perfectly overhead and not too hot.

  “It's so nice out here,” I said. “I can see now why you would want to sail away for eight months.”

  “Would you like a tour below deck?”

  “You mean there's more to see?” I replied.

  “What did you think, I slept outside the entire time?”

  I shrugged. I'd never been on a boat before and I didn't think a small one like this had anywhere else to go.

  Houston took my hand and lifted me up. I lost my footing and fell into his arms. “Don't worry, I got ya.”

  My fingers clenched his biceps and they were ripped. “Sorry. I thought I was going to fall for a second.”

  “Just be careful. The surface can get really slick. Whenever you walk around, make sure you hold onto some ropes.”

  “Got it. What about driving? Who's going to steer the ship while were down below?”

  “Look around. Do you see anything for miles?”

  I couldn't even see the harbor and boats anymore. We really were in open water. “I didn't know we were so far out.”

  “The chances of another boat hitting us is very small. Plus they can always go around us. How else do you think I sleep at night?”

  “Good point.”

  Houston took me down a pair of steep wooden steps. “Watch your head.”

  I ducked down and entered a small room. There was a little kitchen and a twin-sized bed. “For some reason I imagined you sleeping in a hammock every night.”

  “It was tempting to get the full sailor experience but nothing beats sleeping in a nice bed.”

  “Amen to that.” I looked at a few empty cans. Most of them were soups or beans. “Is this what you ate while you were out at sea?”

  “For the most part but I did a lot of fishing too.”

  I looked at the tiny gas burner and one pan. “And you cooked it here?”

  “Yep. Nothing like eating fresh fish for every meal.”

  “So what did you do to pass the time?”

  “When I wasn't fishing to survive, I'd mostly read books.” Houston pointed to a nightstand next to the bed.

  A copy of Count of Monte Cristo with bent corners laid there. I picked it up and examined it. “Looks like you've read it a couple times.”

  “Three at least.”

  My eyes opened wide. The book was enormous. I don't know if I'd ever read anything close to that long before.

  “It's an amazing book. You should try it sometime.”

  I nodded and actually thought I would read it since Houston recommended it to me. It might give me an insight into his mind.

  We returned to above deck and I was again amazed at the scenery again. There were just a few wispy white clouds in the sky. “Does this view ever get old?”

  Houston shook his head. “Never.”

  We sat around and talked for hours. I told him about my classes at college and he told me about one of the ports in Spain that he docked at for a couple days.

  I couldn't believe how mature Houston was and he was only a couple years older than me. Houston was way out of my league and that didn't even take in to account that he was also my stepbrother.

  I needed to forget about us every getting together. It wasn't going to happen.

  “So what do you think about our parents together?” he asked.

  I ran my hands through my hair. The sun had heated it up. “What do you mean?”

  “Do you think they make a good couple?”

  “I'm not sure I'm the best expert on that subject.”

  Houston cocked his head to the side. He obviously wanted me to expand on that.

  My face became flushed. “I've never been in a relationship before.”

  Houston's jaw dropped. “Really? Never? I wouldn't have thought that of you.”

  “Well the right guy never came around. Anyways I think our parents make each other happy. That
would seem to me to be the most important.”

  “Well I've had a little more experience than you and I would agree with that.”

  The thought of Houston with another woman made me unnaturally jealous.

  What the hell was happening to me?

  Chapter Seven

  As the day wore on, I wondered when Houston would announce that it was time to go. I didn't want our adventure to end.

  Then we'd have to return to the real world and I couldn't face that yet. So I didn't bring up the subject. And either did Houston.

  The sun began to set and we sat together. The wind began to get a little cold and Houston put his arm around me. I instantly warmed up and nestled into his nook. The sun made the ocean look like a blazing orange fireball.

  “It's really remarkable isn't it.”

  “It truly is,” I replied.

  My stomach audibly grumbled and ruined the perfect moment. I tried to ignore it and hoped to god that Houston didn't hear me.

  “Are you getting hungry?” he asked.

  I cringed. That meant he definitely heard me. I couldn't lie because I was getting insanely hungry. I'd only had a piece of toast for breakfast and that was it. But I didn't want to go back yet.

  “Do you have anything here to eat?” I asked.

  “We can do some fishing. It might take a little bit but you'll love the flavor.”

  The thought of killing a poor fish and cooking it was too much for me. “What about something easier. Soup?”

  “I still have cans of soup or beans. Chicken noodle work for you?”

  I smiled and nodded. The thought of warm soup in my belly got me way too excited. I followed Houston downstairs and into cabin. I sat down on the bed which was surprisingly comfy. I watched Houston as he took two cans of soup and heated them over the gas burner.

  “I hope you like eating soup straight out of the can.” he said.

  “It's better than starving. I'll tell you that.”

  We ate our dinner in seconds. Houston had been crazy hungry too.

  When I went back upstairs, I was shocked by the night sky. It was lit up by a million little light bulbs. “I've never seen it like this before.”

  Houston came up behind me with blankets. “We should star gaze for awhile.” He placed one blanket down on the deck and we both lay down next to each other. Houston gathered me in his arms and put the second blanket over us.

  “There's Orion's belt,” he said, pointing at the three stars in the sky.

  “It's so beautiful,” I replied.

  I wanted to focus on the stars but being so close to Houston was incredibly distracting. I knew where this night was leading to and I didn't want to stop it.

  Even though it was cold out, the heat between us under the blankets was intense. “Why do you feel so good in my arms?” Houston asked.

  I looked up at him and stared into his blue eyes. I had no words. Only a kiss.

  Houston squeezed me closer bringing me deeper into the kiss. His lips moved like magic against mine. My tongue entered his mouth and played with his. A surge of energy flowed within me and I couldn't keep my hands off him.

  My fingers explored his hair, his hard chest, and even further down to his nether regions. It didn't take me long to find his pulsing cock trapped in his tight shorts. I stroked him a couple times until he moaned. He needed to be released.

  Houston kissed my cheek and moved to my neck. His lips grazed my skin and the hair on the back of my neck shot up. He nibbled on me while massaging my breasts with his strong hands. My nipples became hard to his touch.

  “How can you make me feel this way?” Houston asked me.

  “I don't know. All I know is that I don't want you to ever stop touching me.”

  Everything went to lightning speed when I wanted it to go into slow motion. We hurriedly tore off each others clothes until we were both completely naked underneath the blanket.

  “I can't wait any longer, Houston. Take me now. I need to feel your big cock inside me.”

  Houston didn't wait a second. He mounted me and I spread my legs wide for him. We kissed as he entered me with all his being. I moaned at the top of my lungs as he stuffed me to capacity. I never knew it could feel this good.

  My pussy stretched to accommodate his thrusts. My fingernails raked his back. His hips banged into mine, pushing deeper and deeper.

  “You feel so good,” I whispered in his ear. “I'm close.”

  My orgasm came fast and hard. My body wasn't prepared for it. The boat seemed to rock below me as my body was wrought with spasms. The stars spun above.

  Houston picked up speed. His face scrunched in concentration. He wouldn't be able to last much longer. His cock slammed into me with every thrust. My tits bounced back and forth.

  “Harder. Harder,” I screamed over and over again. My legs had wrapped around him and locked him in place. “I want you to come inside me.”

  Houston finally found his release and I orgasmed a second time. His warm cum filled me up in spurts.

  Nothing felt real anymore. It was like we traveled to a different dimension.

  Houston became flaccid and I didn't want him to leave me. I wanted him inside me the rest of the night.

  And I would get my wish more than I could ever know.

  Chapter Eight

  I was barely able to catch my breath before Houston became hard inside me and started thrusting again. This time he flipped me over on my stomach and brought my ass to him.

  My legs and arms were so weak that I could barely keep myself up. I was shocked that Houston could go again so soon.

  “Are you ready for more?” Houston asked before slapping my ass hard. His slid his cock between my cheeks, getting them slick with my wetness.

  “Yes please,” I replied, whipping my hair back and out of my face.

  Houston dug his fingers into my sides as he forced his way into me again.

  An infinite amount of orgasms awaited me. I lost track of time and positions. Houston used my body in a million different ways. I could barely speak or move anymore. My muscles gave out. I was Houston's tool now.

  Sometimes he came inside me while other times he came all over me. My back and tits were plastered in his milky seed. A couple times he came in my mouth while I sucked on his cock. I didn't know a man could go so many times.

  And I loved every minute of it.

  I collapsed into his arms, our sweat acting like glue to keep us together. It took all my effort to just catch my breath.