Chapter 01 - Damian Had This Effect On Me
I woke up thinking about Damian, his refusal to touch me last night, insisting on watching and instructing me. My thighs were still damp, and I could feel my pussy getting wet again. Damian had this effect on me, he always has, for as long as I have been sexually aware.
He treated me like an uncle treats their niece, like a kid. That all changed when he saw me in the blue velvet dress, just after I turned eighteen. It was the first time I'd shown cleavage in front of him, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of me. When we danced that night and he wrapped my leg around him, I felt a hard cock against me for the first time, and wanted it. He led me to the car, his hand resting on my lower back, long fingers reaching almost to the crack of my ass. The ride home was so tense, I knew that something was going to happen right there in his car.
The memory of our closest family friend putting his hands up my dress to stroke my pussy, and making me admit aloud that I wanted to suck his dick, was making me hotter. I needed to get in the shower before I started replaying last night too. I needed to focus and get down to the family and to what Damian had planned for me.
I showered, then rummaged through the clothing I brought with me and anything I already had at the condo. I slipped my black tank top and a pleated cotton plaid skirt over my black one piece bathing suit. This would fit Damian's demands for my wardrobe perfectly, I couldn't wait to see his reaction.
As I was heading down the stairs my mom called out, "Hurry up sleepy head, we told Damian we'd meet him at the dock at 10 am sharp!"
"What is this special occasion and family outing all about anyhow?" I asked while slipping on my sandals and lifting a beach bag over my shoulder.
"Damian bought a giant boat and we're going sailing," the brat girl twin happily piped in.
Chapter 02 - Big Fucking Yacht
We were walking down a long row of boats parked in the marina, when Damian turned the corner and was coming at us, his usual grin on full display.
"Hello Turners," Damian called and waved his hand signaling us to follow him.
He stopped in front of what I would call a big fucking yacht. "This is a 35 foot flybridge yacht, I picked it up used, and it's in great condition. We will be out on the water all day but it is luxurious, and is equipped with everything we will need. Including beds, for those of us that require naps." Damian starred pointedly down at the twins and they rolled their eyes.
My mom and I ushered the brats down into the cabin to put away our bags and sunscreen up. My dad joined Damian in the cockpit that was situated on its own deck at the top of the boat.
When we were out of the marina and into the open water, we slowed down and I was able to explore the cabin. I found a master bedroom, with it's own bathroom fully equipped with a shower, a half bath, and a double berth. The next deck was up four stairs, and was an entertaining area. I walked into a kitchen and dining area, a dinette, with a built-in bar and refrigerator underneath, on one side, with bench seating on the other. At the end there were sliding glass doors that led to the outside portion of the deck, where there was more bench seating and a swim platform.
The top deck was the cockpit, there were two captain's chairs, one in front of a steering wheel and one was placed further back to give the driver full access to the large panel of controls there. Behind the chairs there was a refrigerated cabinet stocked with drinks and snacks.
"Georgia, ask your dad to come down here," My mom yelled from the lower deck.
I climbed the stairs to the cockpit, my dad was in the driver's seat obviously not driving, he wasn't even facing the right away, he was chatting away and Damian was sitting back, looking extremely relaxed in the other big chair.
I tapped my dad's shoulder, "Mom wants your help with something on the lower deck."
My dad got up, waved his hand over the empty chair, "Your turn to drive," and disappeared down the stairwell.
My gaze snapped to Damian, he was looking at me, slouching in the large chair, his linen button up and shorts were airy, and light, they laid against his perfect body deliciously. I felt his irresistible pull, took the three steps needed to reach him and plopped down sideways on his lap. His hands gripped my hips and turned my body so I was facing forward, my legs settled between his. His fingers gripped me harder, pulling my ass, slamming it against his pelvis.
"You look very naughty today little girl, like you are begging to be fucked," Damian whispered harshly against my neck just under my ear.
My pussy throbbed and I moaned, "I am," grinding my ass roughly against him.
His hands climbed from my hips up the side of my body, his fingers spread wide, and pressed into my skin as they worked their way up. I was trembling, my skin raised in goosebumps everywhere his fingers traveled. My mind was racing with anticipation, I had such limited sexual experience, and Damian had a much different approach to sex than Justin, or my stage crew fuck buddy. He hadn't fucked me, didn't ask me to blow him, his focus had been on my pleasure.
His cock grew more rigid and was nestled between my ass cheeks through my bathing suit and his very thin shorts. I tilted my head back against his chest, stared up at him as I slipped my hips back and forth, grinding against his lap. I rode my dripping wet slit over his dick again and again while he thrust his pelvis up to meet my efforts. He held on to me and pulled my body down so he pressed into me further. His swollen dick head was pushing my bathing suit between my folds, soaking it with wetness and exposing my lips so they gripped his cloth covered cock as it slid back and forth. I half moaned, half whimpered, and clutched his thighs, his breath was quick and occasionally, I thought maybe, I heard a very quiet moan.
His hands climbed higher up my torso, I could feel them working their way into the sides of my tank top. His fingertips reached the flesh that surrounded my areolas, and made circles around them again and again. I was panting, losing myself in the pleasure of being Damian's play thing, allowing him to use me however he wanted.
His fingers ran over each nipple gently at first, stopping to pinch them lightly. Then he rubbed his hand back across my hard little nips, applying more pressure, and pushed my breasts flat against me, rotating them with the heel of his hand. I was squirming even more in his lap, trying to press his cock harder against me, needing more delicious friction.
"Your dad will be back any minute now and I don't want him to know what a horny little slut I've turned you into," He growled against my neck.
I whimpered, "but Damian, I need it so bad," slipping a hand between my legs, I pushed his cock head up hard between my dripping lips, and rubbed it against my clit.
We heard my dad coming at the same time, I bolted out of his lap, and pouted down at him. He slapped my ass under my skirt and that wicked grin spread across his face.
