Siren Song

This story is a complete work of fiction. It was written without the knowledge or permission of all mentioned persons. I have never met nor had any kind of relationship with anyone involved. No harm or offense is meant. With that said please enjoy this fantasy.

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I had always wanted to see the beauty of Alaska, but what prompted me to travel there in the dead of winter I'll never know. But what the hell, it ended up being an amazing time! My month long stay was almost up and I still wanted to visit Dutch Harbor. You see I'm a huge fan of the show Deadliest Catch. Watching the men battle the elements, to bring in pots of snow crab just sets my heart pumping. The danger, the agony and the triumph keeps my TV glued to The Discovery Channel every Tuesday night. Ok so, that's exactly what brought me to Alaska in January, well that and I couldn't get away from my job in October, for Red King Crab season.

So that's how I found myself hanging out at the Unisea Sports Bar watching the boats getting ready to head out into the Bering Sea the next day, when in walks none other than Captains Johnathon and Andy Hillstrand, of the Time Bandit. Both brothers are incredibly handsome, but Johnathon, with his bad boy looks really gets me going. What can I say, I like 'em tall, dark and handsome! And at over 6" I imagined, long dark hair and rugged build, Johnathon certainly fit the bill. I happened to catch his eye as they walked in, and gave him a small smile. He was the first person from the show that I had seen up close while I had been there. And he was now headed my way. It took them about five minutes to get from the door to the bar where I sat, as every few feet someone would stop to shake hands, chat or give them a pat on the back. I had heard about the rescue and amazing haul they had during Red Crab season so I wasn't surprised.

"Are these seats taken?" Johnathon asked, laying his hand on my shoulder.

"Nope, they're all yours." I told him setting my Budweiser on the bar.

"Johnathon Hillstrand, I don't think I've seen you around before?"

"Leigh Martin and you must be Captain Andy? I'm from Seattle actually. I'm on vacation." I said to them as they sat down. I was a little surprised when both men started to laugh.

"Vacation? In Alaska . . . in January? Don't most people head south on vacation in winter?" Johnathon asked as he picked up the beer that the bartender set in front of him.

"Well I suppose that most people do, but I like to play by my own rules." I said giving him a saucy wink. "I've always wanted to visit Alaska and this was actually the only time I could get away from my job long enough to do it right."

"Good answer. I'm sorry, we shouldn't have laughed at you." Andy said leaning around his brother to look at me.

"Hey don't worry about it, you aren't the first people to laugh at me when I told them where I was going. But I'm loving it here. Dutch Harbor is really a neat place, it's so lively right now."

"It won't be too lively tomorrow." Andy said with a little bit of sadness in his voice.

"I heard that Opie season starts tomorrow. I wish you guys the best of luck and a safe trip." I told him raising my bottle in a silent salute. "So is tonight all about taking it easy, for you guys?"

"Taking it easy, hell no! We gotta play hard and get loud one more time before we get down to business. " Johnathon said raising his voice loud enough to be heard across the bar. He smiled at me as the cheers went up around the bar. "The Time Bandit works hard when we're on the water, but baby, we play just as hard when we're on dry land." He said, looking at me in a way that had me wondering just how hard these boys liked to play. "As a matter of fact we're having a little shindig on deck tonight to start the season right, how'd you like to join us? What d'ya say Andy, do you think we could squeeze another pretty little girl onto the deck tonight."

"Well she's just a little slip of a thing, I bet we could find a spot for her." Andy said with a tip of the white Stetson that seemed almost out of place here in Alaska, but suited Andy to a T.

"So what d'ya say, wanna come party Time Bandit style." Johnathon asked as he pushed away from the bar.

"Lead the way, Captains! What better way to end my vacation than partying with a bunch of handsome fishermen." I said as I shrugged my black leather jacket over my navy blue turtle neck sweater. Johnathon took my arm as the 3 of us made our way out of the bar and across the port to where the Time Bandit lay in wait. The wind howled and sent tiny tendrils of the falling snow under the collar of my sweater. I was really glad I had chosen the warm sweater over any of the other items in my suitcase. Not only was it really warm, but I knew it fit snugly across my ample chest showing off my tits temptingly. I shivered a little as a large snowflake hit me, and slid down behind my ear.

"She's just over here. Only a few more minutes and you can warm back up. And you wanted to vacation here?" He asked again, a deep rumbling laughter coming from his sexy mouth.

"Oh wow!" Was all I could think to say as I found myself standing along side the 100 plus foot vessel.

"She's gorgeous isn't she?" Andy said as he easily jumped over the rail and onto the deck of his boat. Leaning back over the side he reached for my hand. Noticing my hesitation, as I peered into the blackness separating the pier and the deck, he smiled. "I promise little lady, the Bering Sea won't be claiming you tonight." He gave me a wink as he grabbed my hand.

"It's real easy, don't think about it and just jump." Johnathon told me as he leaned in close.

I tossed my auburn hair over my shoulder to look him in the eye. I dropped my voice to a whisper as I took in the masculine scent that was a little bit cologne, a little bit beer and a whole lot of Bering Sea air. "The sea may not claim me, but what about you?" I smiled at the wide eyed response I got just before I jumped across the chasm onto the rolling deck of the Time Bandit. Johnathon followed a second after me, I could tell he was about to say something, but he was interrupted by the raucous shouts and laughter coming from the wheelhouse.

Andy, who had missed my little taunt punched his older brother on the arm. "Looks like the party started without us!"

"Um yeah, let's not keep 'em waiting." He said as Andy headed across the deck to the wheelhouse. I took a step to follow but Johnathon grabbed the sleeve of my jacket and turned me to face him. "Don't throw the hook if you aren't able to haul in the pot, little girl." He said as his brown eyes darkened with something I couldn't quite place. A little anger, maybe, but there was something else there too.

"I'll pull pots with you any day, Captain." I told him as I turned to look over my shoulder. Seeing no one watching, I closed the distance, and did something I'd never done before. I planted a kiss on the lips of a man I'd only met 15 minutes earlier. Johnathon stood frozen to the deck for a split second before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. He pulled away a moment later, as I looked at my feet.

"Ready to jump ship already?" He asked, his voice still tinged with the tiniest bit of anger.

"Hell no I was just wondering why the ice hadn't melted. Damn, you can kiss!" I told him, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Johnathon threw his head back and just laughed into the howling wind.

"We better get inside before we freeze." He said smiling, the anger that hinted before was totally gone. He kept his hand against the small of my back as he led me through the maze that was his ship. We reached the galley and were greeted by dozens of people packed in, but they were all having a blast. Captains Rick Quashnick of the Maverick and Larry Hendricks of the Sea Star were regaling the assembled party goers with great stories. Johnathon stopped to greet his friends and grab a bottle of whiskey before ushering me forward towards the wheelhouse. I even met the shows narrator Mike Rowe.

Johnathon hit the stereo and Steve Miller Band filtered though the boat. I noticed that the wheelhouse too, was full of people, many I recognized as being crew members from some of the other boats as well as dozens of faces I didn't recognize. Johnathon sat down in his captains chair and cracked open the bottle of whiskey. Taking a long swig he handed the bottle to me, his eyebrows raised in a silent dare. I just smiled at him as I took the amber liquid out of his hand and tipped back a healthy shot. Never being one who really enjoyed straight hard liquor I couldn't repress the involuntary shudder that ran though my body.

"Aw come on, if you're gonna party Time Bandit style you're gonna have to do better than that." He said pulling me onto his lap before taking another swallow. I couldn't help but watch as the whiskey slid down his throat. All I could think was I wanted to be that drink and have this sexy man swallow me. The thought sent another shiver down my spine.

I tilted my head to one side and winked as I teased him. "I just want to make sure at least one of us is still standing by the time the party's over."

"Honey, when the party's over, I promise you there'll be THREE of us standing. Unless you like being normal and laying down."

It was my turn for my eyes to widen, at the blatant sexual innuendo. The only response I could give him was to take the bottle of whiskey and shoot another swallow of the fiery liquid. Johnathon set the bottle on the instrument panel, set my feet back on the deck and stood up. He hit the repeat button to play his favorite song over again. Wrapping his hands around my waist he pulled me close and we started dancing with the music. Just then a guy Johnathon introduced as their production guy pushed his way through the crowd of people in the wheelhouse. He smiled at me and said hi before he started talking about the show. Jonathon simply handed him the whiskey bottle and told him to have a good time. He turned back to me and pulled my hips a little closer to his. We danced and danced for hours it seemed. Soon I noticed that the crowd had begun to thin out a little. I looked at my watch and noticed how late it had gotten.

"What time is your flight out?" Johnathon asked, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin on my ear.

"Not until 3. What about you?"

"Don't worry about me baby, I got plenty of time." He said taking my hand and pulling me through the remaining guests toward the wheelhouse door.

"What about the rest of them?" I motioned at the people still there.

"It's my damn boat, I can leave it whenever I want to." He said with a smile. "It just so happens I heard there was a better party starting soon."

"Oh really, and where would that be." I asked suddenly feeling incredibly hot, my pulse raced and my heart was thumping.

"Right this way, Leigh. You aren't having second thoughts are you?' He asked stopping quickly in the hallway.

"Second thoughts yes, but not in the way you might think. I've been thinking about this since you asked me to join you guys earlier." I told him simply.

"That's good 'cause I'd really hate to have to rub one off to relieve this." He said as he took my hand and pressed it against the fly of his jeans. His shaft was hard, ready and impressive to say the least.

Another shiver ran though me as I licked my lips at the thought. "Oh no, huh uh, I'd be crazy to let something like that go to waste." I stood up on my tip toes and pressed my lips against his and traced the tip of my tongue across his lips. It was his turn to shudder as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist.

"If you don't mind, let's go, before I fuck you right here on the floor. It may be my boat too but my brothers might get a little pissed off about that." He said when he stepped back. Taking my hand again he led me down the corridor and opened a wood paneled door. Now seeing the show before I was expecting a small room with maybe a bunk for him and another for Andy, so I was totally unprepared to step into the luxurious stateroom, complete with queen bed.

"Holy shit. This is your room...on the boat...damn it's bigger than my bedroom back in my apartment." I said flabbergasted!

"Nice huh, it's pays to design and build your own boat." "He said as he stood there thumbs hooked into his jeans. I could feel the pride radiating from him. This wasn't just a boat, it was a part of him. I stepped away from him and ran my hand lovingly across the lines and planes of this work of art he and his brothers had built. This was a family legacy. It was awe inspiring. I took a minute to take in the amazing view out the porthole. The lights of Dutch Harbor danced across the sea, like stars in the sky.

"The view is amazing." I told him, turning around.

"Yeah it is, but I think it'd be better if you weren't wearing so much clothes." He chuckled.

"Oh yeah the view in here is almost as spectacular as the one outside." I closed the gap between us and reached up to remove his trademark baseball cap. A flick of my wrist and it landed on the desk next to us. I turned and walked over to that desk, spotting a stereo there too. I smiled when I opened the CD player to find another Steve Miller Band cd. "Music?"

"Sure, why not. It'll cover the moans that are coming soon." He said kicking off his shoes.

"Yours, or mine?" I asked saucily as I stood on one foot to remove my boot and then switched to take off the other one. We both finished removing our socks as the sounds of Wild Mountain Honey spilled into the room. Johnathon merely chuckled at me.

"Yours, baby and they're gonna be loud and long. So be sure you take some deep breaths now, I want those lungs at full capacity." He said as he watched me saunter back to him, my hips swaying with the rhythm of the music. The song had a vaguely gypsy-like quality to it, and I felt each note as I caressed my body. I enjoyed seeing him follow the movements with his eyes. I writhed and gyrated like a dancer, until our bodies touched. I continued my dance against his body as the song ended.

"All right Captain you're on. But you better make sure you take a couple of those deep breaths yourself. You may have a few years more experience than I do, but I can almost guarantee, I have a few tricks up my sleeves." As Abracadabra came on, I slid my hands under the hem of his black t-shirt, and up over his chest. I found it lightly sprinkled with dark curly hairs. Just the right amount, not really hairy, but not smooth either. Just a light feathering of hair. Johnathon grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head leaving him bare chested. I ran my fingers across the hard planes as he leaned down and caught my lips. One hand slid up my spine to tangle in my shoulder length hair, the other traveled south to cup my ass. I moaned in delight as he deepened the kiss.

His goatee caressed my face as he fed on my supple lips. He broke the kiss for just a second to tease me. "That's one, but it wasn't loud enough."

I looked at him with a devilish gleam in my eyes, and a wicked grin on my kiss-plumped lips. Keeping my fingernails in contact with his skin I slid them down across his flesh, making sure to catch his nipples as I dropped to my knees. I grinned as his breath caught when my nails scraped across his firm nipples. Down and down they slowly slid, with enough pressure to leave thin red lines on his tanned skin. I stopped when I reached his jeans. I brought my fingers together scraping them slowly across the denim. Spreading my fingers wide I used my thumb to trace the contour of his erection. He shivered and let out a soft whistle. Our eyes locked as I flicked the button on his fly open, raising up on my knees I nuzzled my face against his denim-clad shaft. Watching his eyes flutter I caught the pull in my teeth and devastatingly slowly inched the zipper down. He was straining against the black boxers and I couldn't help but smile as another shudder racked Johnathon as I slipped my tongue across the material.

"Oh fuck yeah." He said catching my hair in his hands to get a better view.

"Does that count as a moan?" I tossed out.

"Baby it'll be whatever you want if you keep doing that." He said closing his eyes as I took the boxers and jeans in my hands and slid them down his trim hips. They puddled at his feet and he stepped out of them. Raking my fingernails up his legs, I took in his naked form. Fo r being in his mid 40's, he was in amazing shape. Hell, he was in better shape than many guys I knew 10 years younger than he was. Toned muscles and chiseled features formed by years of hard work required a moment to properly appreciate. I'd rather look at a man whose body came from hours of hard work rather than hours in a gym, any day.

His shaft was long and thick, and already dripping with precum. I grasped the silky steel in my hand and gently pulled it downwards. I watched Johnathon's face as my tongue snaked out to collect the honey waiting there for me. I swirled my tongue around the thick head as he watched me intently. Capturing the head in my mouth, I slowly eased down the shaft until his hair teased my nose, which was almost completely to the base. I used my tongue to caress his length, as I cupped his testicles gently in my hands.

"Oh yeah, that's right." He uttered holding my hair and enjoying the show. I began to rise off his shaft and slide back down, with a rhythm we both knew well. Johnathon leaned back against the stateroom door and just watched as I devoured his cock. "My god, you're a Siren aren't you? You're just trying to lead me to my doom. Holy fuck that's good!"

I stopped and looked at him, taking tiny licks at his straining shaft, while I pondered his comment. "Have you seen many Bering Sea Sirens?" I asked taking another swipe across the head of his cock.

Johnathon groaned in ecstasy before answering my question. "Never seen one before tonight, but baby I think you are the genuine article." I continued to stroke his shaft while gently sucking the head. "Baby if you don't stop I'm gonna explode."

"That was kinda the point, silly." I giggled before plunging him deep in my throat and sucking heartily. I felt his balls tighten, and the muscles in his thighs tensed too, as the first load of cum shot out.

Johnathon let out a low moan and grabbed onto the door handle to steady himself. I greedily swallowed each drop as he rested his head against the door. "Holy fuck, your good at that."

"Why thank you." I told him as I used the back of my hand to wipe the traces from my lips.

"Damn woman you're still dressed. How the fuck did that happen?"

"Told you I had a few tricks up my sleeves."

"That you did, that you did." He laughed. "But now I want to see just what's under those sleeves." He glanced down and seemed surprised that his cock showed no signs of being ready to quit. "You really must be a Siren, 'cause I'm ready for round two."

"Then bring it on Captain." I told him as I reached to pull my sweater off. Johnathon stopped me though.

"My turn. It's time to show you what those extra years of experience taught me." I replied with a moan as his fingers caressed the smooth skin of my belly under my sweater. I stood still as his skilled fingers navigated a course across my heated flesh. Feather soft touches caused me to shiver. He grabbed the bottom and tugged it upwards as I raised my arms. He tossed the navy knit onto the floor. Taking my waist in his hands he slid his hands up the tight skin on my stomach to take my lace covered breasts in his hands. "Damn you've got great tits!" He sais before freeing them from my black bra. He traced his fingers back down my flesh, mimicking what I had done earlier to him. He crouched down in front of me as he ran his fingers across the seams of my denim. He popped the button and wasted no time unzipping my jeans. "Turn around."