It was a beautiful warm sunny day -- well, hot actually -- though the stiff on-shore breeze blowing up from the south made the heat tolerable. Otherwise, it was a perfect day for sailing.
I sat at the wheel of my sailboat, named Felicity, which my wife, Karen, always insisted on calling a "yacht" because it was just over thirty feet in length. Karen wasn't on board with me.
At the last minute on Friday, her boss had asked Karen to fly to Boston for a crucial project and he needed Karen to meet with the proposal team early Sunday -- today -- so she'd flown out last evening. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have considered going out for a sail without Karen as my crew, but, over a week ago she had promised her favorite niece, Samantha, that Sam could come sailing with us this week end. Sam had been begging Karen all summer to go out on the boat with us.
Before Karen left for Boston she reminded me about taking Sam out sailing.
"Dear, just call Sam and tell her she can come out with us next week end." I suggested to Karen.
"No good. My brother and Sara are driving her up for freshman orientation Thursday. Sam's been after me all summer to go out and since last Wednesday was Sam's eighteenth birthday, I promised her as a birthday present that she absolutely could come with us this week end. So, you'll have to take her out yourself."
Sam was not only Karen's favorite niece, she was more like our third daughter since she'd spent so much time at our house before our girls flew the coop, so to speak. I liked Sam a lot, but I knew she would be pretty useless on the boat. She had often come out sailing with our family in the past whenever our girls would go sailing with Karen and I. But Sam had never shown one bit of interest in helping out operating the sailboat or learning how to sail; she and my daughters had been more inclined to sunbath, listen to rap music and giggle with each other over whatever whispered secrets they shared. Typical teenagers I supposed.
So, it meant I'd be without a crew, that is to say, Karen. I would, in essence, be sailing Felicity by myself.
"Damn. Well, alright ... if you promised."
"Sara said she'll drop Sam here Sunday morning by nine."
So there I was, on Sunday, motoring out of the marina, and I needed to get the sails up. I yelled down to Sam, who was below in the cabin changing. I asked if she could come up on deck and give me a hand. If she could take the wheel while we were still motoring, I could get the sails up in just a few minutes, then take the wheel again and Sam could sunbath; which was about all I was expecting of her during our sail.
"I'll be right up, Uncle John, I'm just getting changed."
A moment later she popped up through the companion way in a rather skimpy bikini -- fairly typical of what she and my girls had usually worn when on the boat. Sam's build was just about perfect for a bikini. I guessed her to be about five six since she was about the same height as my youngest and Sam was probably not more than a hundred and twenty pounds. Nicely proportioned, with ample, but not overly large boobs. I caught myself looking at her for the first time, not as my daughters' almost constant companion, but as a mature young woman -- and not at all bad looking, at that. When I felt an inappropriate stirring in my groin I forced myself to look away.
"Sam, I need you to take the wheel while I hoist the sails."
"Oh geez, Uncle John, I don't know what to do ... I never ..."
"Don't worry; it's a piece of cake. Come around behind the wheel and just steer it like a car." I said as she came around to stand behind the binnacle on which the boat's steering wheel was mounted.
"Just keep the bow aimed at that buoy." I said as I pointed to the red navigational aid several miles dead ahead.
"Bow?" Sam asked.
"The pointy end of the boat." I answered, with exasperation.
"Oh, OK. But don't be too long ... this makes me nervous, Uncle John."
"Sam. You're an adult now ... just call me John ... Uncle makes me sound ... I don't know ... old, I guess." And I gave Sam a smile.
As I was retrieving the wench handle that I always stowed in the lazarette located just behind the steering station, when I noticed the back of Sam's bikini for the first time. I was a bit shocked to discover that it was a thong bikini - a mere string running down into the crack between her very alluring cheeks. Sam had never worn such a thing when she was younger and she had sailed with us. It made me realize that she really was an adult -- a child no longer. It also re-energized the stirrings I had suppressed a few moments before.
I quickly went up and hoisted the mainsail, unfurled the jib, and got all the lines squared away; all the while, making sure I keep my back to Sam to hide my hard-on that was diminishing, albeit, rather slowly.
"Uncle John! I mean John ... there's a boat coming! What do I do?" Sam yelled from behind the wheel.
I looked back at her and saw her pointing to starboard where another sloop was indeed headed in our general direction. In a few seconds, I determined we were not on a collision course.
"It's OK. Just hold your course. -- point her at the buoy." I yelled over the sound of the waves slapping the hull and the wind singing through the rigging. I headed aft and took the wheel back from Sam.
"Good job Sam." I told her. "I couldn't have gotten the sails up without you." I lied; though it did make it easier having someone at the helm while I hoisted sail.
Sam had a big grin on her face as she sat down with her back against the deck house. She wrapped her left arm around the leeward jib wench. The boat heeled nicely in the stiff breeze; Sam was on the low side and casually dipped her fingers in the warm salt water as we bounced over the waves.
"That was sort of fun, Unc ... I mean, John." She said. "I almost wish I'd paid more attention when I used to come sailing with you guys; you know, when Jenny and Amy were still at home."
"Well Sam, if you like, maybe you can take the wheel again in a little bit and see what it's like sailing her with the sails up."
"Oh could I? That would be awesome!" She said.
"Sure, but let's wait till we get a few miles offshore where there's less traffic. OK?" On week ends everyone in the area came out to sail, or motor, if the weather was good. And that Sunday was no exception.
"OK. I'm going to put some sunscreen on before the sun gets too high." With that, she went below and popped back up a moment later with her lotion.
She rubbed lotion all over her legs and arms and belly while we headed out into the Gulf. When she was finished, I motioned for her to come over and take the wheel again. As she took hold of the wheel she handed me her bottle of lotion.
I explained to Sam how steering with just the wind driving the boat was different than when the engine was doing the job. As one would expect with a novice helmsmen, the head sail luffed over and over until she got the hang of it. When she finally learned how to keep Felicity "in the groove" the boat heeled nicely to leeward and Felicity sliced through the building waves one after the other.
"Wow! This is soooo ... awesome!" I was happy to hear her say she was having a good time. "Say, John, could you put some lotion on my back? I can feel the sun on it. I didn't do my back earlier."
"Sure." I said, and I squeezed some of her lotion on my palms and applied it to her shoulders and back. As I was rubbing the slippery lotion into her skin I became acutely aware of how good her young body felt and my cock started to act up again.
"Make sure you get some on my ... ahhh butt ... I ahhh ... I don't have much covering it." She giggled as she said this.
I wanted to do as she asked but I also had mixed emotions given that she was my wife's niece. However, my mostly erect cock that was straining against the material of my sailing shorts argued strongly for complying with her request.
"Ahhh ... Sam, I'm not sure ... I ahhh, should ..." I stammered.
"John. It's OK ... you're the one who pointed out that I'm an adult now. Please? I don't want to burn."
I sat down on the lazarette hatch cover right behind Sam and squeezed out a bit more lotion. Then I spread it over her beautifully exposed and exquisitely proportioned ass checks. She felt absolutely luscious and my hard-on was causing me pain, I was so stiff.
"Put some more on the back of my legs, too, please."
"Ahh ... alright."
My hands slid down over her bottom and I rubbed more lotion on the backs of her thighs. My fingers moved up to the top of her legs and over her checks again and I thought I heard a little moan over the sound of the wind and waves.
"Another boat, John." Sam exclaimed, pointing off to port. I could see it just under the foot of the jib. There was a very large motor cruiser blasting at full speed parallel to the shoreline.
"That's OK ... it will pass well in front of us ... just hold your course." I said. I continued rubbing the lotion in; long past the actual need to do so. My hands slid up her inner thighs, and once, my finger tips brushed the bikini that just barely covered her sex. She squirmed a little and I distinctly heard her moan then, but she said nothing.
A few moments later we encountered the motor yacht's substantial bow wave. I must admit, I was too caught up with applying lotion to Sam's sexy thighs and beautiful ass, so I didn't think to warn her to hold on tight before Felicity's bow suddenly reared up and then crashed down the other side of the steep bow wave. The next thing I knew, Sam was thrown on top of my lap. With one hand I grabbed her to keep her from falling on to the deck and with my other hand I grabbed the wheel that she was no longer holding.
"Oh geez! What happened?" She blurted out.
"Just a bow wave. It's OK" After the big wave, the boat settled back to just bouncing over the regular sized waves.
