Janet Burke
This was so embarrassing; seasick the first day, and me having sailed all my life. So there I was the first evening, lying in the port cabin in a sweat-drenched t-shirt and panties clutching Ralph, my barf bowl, to my chest like a lover. At least being near the center of the boat reduced the rocking motion. I had hoped that lying down would soon make the nausea go away, but soon I made another donation to my plastic bedmate. Mike came in and sat down beside me. "You don't look too well darling. Let me empty this." He took the bowl away from me and went across to the head. I could hear him flushing it away. He came back with Ralph and a wet towel. He propped me up gently and wiped off my face and neck, and I started to feel a little better.
"Thanks, Mike. I was never seasick before. God, it's awful."
"It's normal. You've never been far offshore before. There's a lot of swell from that front plus big waves. Makes for confused seas. I guess you know that Lord Nelson always got seasick too his first few days at sea."
"Yeah. I read that. Doesn't make me feel any better though. I bet Mom and Dad are laughing at me."
"I don't think so. Anyway, I have something that should make you feel better. Roll over on your stomach."
I did so and he reached over to pull down my panties. "Hey! That will make me feel better when I'm not sick. I am so not in the mood."
"Don't be silly. I'm going to give you a suppository: Compazine. That way you can't throw it up. Is that OK with you?"
"I'll take anything. I feel so awful." I lifted my hips up so he could pull my panties down to my knees. Then I felt a cool greasy touch at my back entrance as he pushed it into me, along with most of a finger.
"Ok, that should stay put. It will dissolve in you." He pulled my panties up again. "You need to drink something to replace the fluids you've lost." He brought me a glass of cold tea and propped me up again while I sipped the tea. Then he wiped my face again and kissed me tenderly. "Try to get some sleep. I'll take your watches until you feel better."
"I'll try. Thanks Mike. I'm sorry to be such a baby." Then I slept.
I awoke some time after daybreak, and although weak I felt better. Shedding my sweat-soaked clothes, I put on shorts and a long-sleeved pullover, brushed my teeth and gargled, and made it onto the deck. Mom was on alone, so I knew the men were sleeping.
"How are you feeling, Baby? You look better."
"I feel a little weak, but hopefully I won't barf anymore. Mike gave me something."
"He told me that. He liked getting into your butt." She laughed. "But seriously, we had a little heart-to-heart talk this morning on watch. I think you would be more comfortable sharing the aft cabin with Mike. If you want to that is."
"Oh, you told him you knew that we fucked? Was he embarrassed that you knew?"
"Embarrassed? Well no. Our heart-to-heart talk was actually more groin-to-groin, if you catch my meaning."
"Mother! You fucked him already? What a slut you are!" We laughed. Then she told me all about her morning watch. "Did you tell him about our family fun too?"
"No dear. You'll have to break it to him gently. But since he's already had us both, he can't object to Jim having the same privilege. In fact, I have a little idea about that." She told me her plan, and we decided to put it to the test as soon as possible.
That day and the next passed without much excitement. I got my sea legs and took my watches. The wind drove us south under clear skies and cool temperatures. Mike had plotted a course that would eventually meet the eastward trade winds, which in turn would carry us across. Of course, a voyage under sail rarely goes as planned, and on the fourth day out we hit the doldrums, that stretch of latitude where few winds blow. We fired up the "iron genoa," our big Perkins diesel, and motored on south. The doldrums brought with them warmer weather and flat seas, so that we were able to shed our sweaters and overpants.
Mom and I decided it was warm enough to start working on some tans, since we were both pasty white from the Seattle winter. It was mid-afternoon when Dad was on watch, and Mike was chatting with him in the cockpit. We both put on our bikinis and headed for the afterdeck toting towels, suntan oil, and some cushions. Our passage got a low whistle from Dad and a smile from Mike. We laid our the cushions and covered them with towels, then applied the cream to our legs and arms. Mom laid face down saying, "Can you put it on my back please?" I unhooked her top and gave her a good rubdown, which had her sighing with enjoyment.
"All right, my turn, Mom," I said stretching out face down on my cushion beside her. Mom had to sit up to oil my back. Since her top was undone, doing so exposed her breasts to the men, who were eyeing us.
"Nice pair, eh Mike?" Dad asked. Mike flushed, not knowing that Dad was fully aware of everything.
"Um yeah. Very nice I'm sure," Mike got out, flustered.
We lay there soaking in the suns rays for another half hour. I had almost fallen asleep when Mom spoke up, "I think I'm done on this side. Better roll over so you won't get burnt." We both turned onto our backs, exposing our breasts. I felt my nipples get hard, knowing the men were still watching us. "We need more oil on our fronts," Mom said. "Can you do me first?"
"Sure thing." I sat up and spread the oil on my hands, then massaged it into her shoulders, then down her sides and over her flat stomach. Then teasingly, I squeezed out a fresh glob onto my palm and spread it over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my palm. "Do you want to tan all over today?"
"I'd love to. Do you thing the boys will mind?"
