Alpha Email

Author's Notes:

This is the first stand-alone novel in the 'The Descendants of Adam Wolffe' Series.

This story includes fictional incest and some subtle science-fiction elements, but reads more like erotic fiction. At 85k words it is also novel length, so load it into your electronic reading device and enjoy your summer vacation with this one.

This story is copyrighted. All characters are fictional and should not be confused with anyone real, living, dead, or constantly posting inane social media messages.

Also, I know that--like with loved ones--you aren't supposed to have favorites, but this story has some scenes that I really enjoyed writing. (Not-a-spoiler alert: the

authoritative book on polite dining discourse

is sadly fictional, but I really wish it wasn't).

Story codes:

MFF, Incest, Femdom, Threesome, Unprotected, Coercion, Fantasy, Superyacht(?)

Chapter 1

Having completed college post-grad courses and now on the job-market, the group of three female friends stood on the jetty and inspected the impressive motor-yacht. It was spectacular, large and very expensive. A sleek superyacht.

"Can you imagine owning that?" Brynn asked the others, adjusting her hair in the sea breeze.

Brynn would, one day, she was sure of it. She'd majored in economics and was quite sure she'd find a highly paid professional job. Any time now. Hopefully. Maybe? Her dad was breathing down her neck about that happening soon. The college savings had long been exhausted, the debt was reaching developing-nation levels, and she was running on fumes. Literally the only way she'd made it to this dock was because all of her meals and travel expenses, including flights and transfers, had been paid by Trinity's brother.

"I can imagine working on it, like the contract stated." Her more practical friend, Shelley, replied wistfully. The other two looked at her. "Hey, I did waitressing, lifeguarding, delivering, babysitting, and shopkeeping. What's so different other than I'd be working over water for a change; and get to see the world for free." She mused with a dreamy sigh.

Shelley had majored in nursing because it guaranteed a job. She was still waiting for the replies and had enough money to last the summer.

"Did we get to the right place, the right dock?" Everly asked, adjusting her glasses and her long hair.

Everly pulled out a piece of paper and peered at it. Just because she wore glasses it didn't automatically mean she was more bookish, organized, and nerdy than the others. Stereotypes are not helpful. I mean, she was all of those things, but the correlation with eye-correction was purely coincidental.

"Evie? You still print out your emails?" Brynn chided her. Everly looked over her glasses at her and then checked the print out again.

"What is more interesting is that there are still people who still use email." Shelley mused, as if such a method was positively antiquated.

"It's the snail mail letter from Troy. These are the travel instructions his assistant posted us; the unreadable ones based on his email. I've lost the social-media message from Trinity where she helpfully translated his email into something recognizable as English." Everly replied in her defense.

"He's our alpha emailer, huh? The alpha email." Brynn sniffed in amusement. The others didn't laugh; not at all.

"I guess. He likes email, so what. He's older. Actually, my grandpa still uses email." Everly shrugged.

"I was just, you know, making a joke there. Oh-forget-it." Brynn tried to lighten the atmosphere and explain her humor. It was wasted on both of them. She thought more. "And Troy is like twenty-eight. He's not exactly in his golden years!" She pointed out.

"And where is Trinity? She said she would meet us here." Shelley sighed, looking around hopefully.

"And her brother. Where is Troy?" Brynn sighed deeply.

The others focused on her, and that wistful desire for the unobtainable. They had all seen the family pictures, in Trinity's room at college, while Trinity was studying for her doctorate. Trinity's brother, Troy, was a bit older than them, but somehow beyond handsome.

You would expect someone with all the gifts: beauty, humility, intelligence, bravery, kindness, strength, and wealth, to be an arrogant womanizing prick. But stereotypes are unhelpful here too: he just wasn't. Troy was suspiciously perfect; too perfect.

They'd seen Troy briefly, of course, but Trinity had kept them far away from him when he had visited. She was like a jealous girlfriend who wanted all of his attention and time to herself. Perhaps if she saw him rarely that would have been reasonable, but he had visited her at least twice a month; sometimes more often. Given the distances he always stayed overnight on Saturdays and made the trip last a full weekend.

"Nope, this is the right place. The AI autocorrect on his original email was so bad it's comedy, but I'm sure it originally said 'Dockside Two, Tempest Island Marina' rather than 'Doctor Zhivago Tortures Irish Margaritas'? Hope to... soap? Huh? See. 'Hope to see you all soon'. Lucky Trojan Horse? I guess that is supposed to be: 'Troy Chance'! How did the autocorrect replace his name with that suggestion?" Everly attempted to decode it again.

Trinity was much better at doing this than she was. She'd waded through far more of these failed attempts to communicate.

"It was in the news. Predictive text is failing all over the planet." Shelley pointed out casually, inspecting her perfectly painted fingernails.

"The death of civilization, or just social media?" Brin mused, sanguine about this news. All civilizations rise and fall, after all. Everything felt a bit 'out of gas and circling the drain' recently.

"Wouldn't that be the same thing? We were barbarians before it." Everly sighed. She'd miss the social media bit, but was secretly looking forward to wearing the Mad-Max leather bondage gear after the great die-off.

"Wow! Trin wasn't exaggerating if this really is the boat we are going on." Shelley inspected the fine piece of marine engineering.

You could see the boat from the other side of town, but close up the vast scale of the machine blew them away. It was more than just a floating hotel on water.

"Something of this size? I would have to correct you there. This is a superyacht." Everly pointed out.

"It must be the right superyacht, or the security guards wouldn't have let us through." Brin reminded them.

"Well, I guess that Troy is a tech-billionaire; what other kind of yacht would you expect to find him on." Everly replied logically. "Do we go up or should we wait for Trin?"

They waited a few seconds before noticing their absent friend, as she dashed along the jetty. Almost synchronously, a handsome man appeared on the gangway at the top of the yacht. He bounded down to meet them, but mostly Trinity.

"Sorry I'm late!" Trinity greeted her friends cheerfully, but ran straight past them to get to the man running down the gangway. "Troy!" She squealed in delight.

"Trinity!" The man reached the bottom of the gangway. She dived into his arms and he spun her around and around. He then cuddled and kissed her affectionately. "I missed you, darling."

"Missed you more." Trinity kissed him back excitedly and far too affectionately; bordering on passionately.

It was kind of weird given that they were siblings. Very close siblings. The three women noticed the innocent sibling affection, of course: with much shared eyebrow raising. The point had been raised before.

"Oh gosh! The others! Let me introduce you!" Trinity pulled out of Troy's arms in realization, to introduce everyone; blissfully unaware of the local discomfort. "Troy, this is Everly, Shelley and Brynn. My friends: this hunk of a man is my handsome brother, Troy. Trada! And he is real, not 'just some photo downloaded from a professional model agency website'." She replied, sticking her tongue out in jest to a previous quip.

"It's nice to meet you, finally." The women all gushed positively as the eligible billionaire grinned, and shook their hands politely in turn.

He kept a slightly further personal distance than most people; very much arm's length. He looked serious, professional and a little-bit preoccupied. Unlike most men he didn't ogle them, not at all. He made eye contact and held it when he was greeting each of them, as if they were all more important than himself. He was very down to earth for someone so wealthy and successful.

"For me too. Hi. Hello. Hi. I'm so glad you could make it! Please, come on board. You can just leave all of your luggage here. The porters will bring all of your bags on board while we get on with having fun." Troy waved at the collection of tagged bags cheerfully.

As if on cue, a set of well-dressed porters hurried down the gangway and hauled the variable selection of labeled bags up to the big boat.

"Is that all you are bringing? I was expecting more. Wait, where is your bag?" Troy then puzzled, and glanced at his sister for an explanation.

"I sent mine on ahead, earlier. It's okay: if my friends need anything we can always shop for more. There are lots of stops enroute. And swimwear doesn't take up much room, so it probably is enough. Plus, we've got costumes and formal wear ready and waiting on-board. Allie-cat has sorted everything." Trinity reassured him, cuddling his arm and resting her head on his strong shoulder. "Missed you so much!" She squeezed the love into him. He smiled and sucked up the love.

"Heh! Alley-cat!" He grinned in reference to that childhood nickname for their cousin. "Well, come on board then. Our alphabetically labeled cousins, Allie, Beth, and Charlotte are already settling in, along with their friends."

"They got here already?" Trinity brightened up. She was positively bouncy.

"Yes, almost everyone else. We're just waiting on Tim and Jess now." Troy confirmed, leading the way on board the pleasure ship.

"You invited them?" Trinity blinked in surprise, suddenly far less bouncy. He noticed her change in body language and a micro-frown flickered over his brow.

"Actually, no, I didn't. Allie invited them. I don't know why. They weren't on my list. Maybe just to make up the numbers, or for an event she's planned, or something." Troy shrugged, surprised by these last-minute invitations.

The yacht was spectacular and outrageous in its opulence. The guest rooms were fantastically well furnished and decorated; good enough for millionaires and then some. The facilities were also remarkable, including a pool, sauna, gym, running track, and cinema.

"Ladies, if you want to rest you can follow your bags to your rooms. Sorry, I'd better reply to this message." Troy suggested to Trinity's friends before being interrupted. He retrieved his phone and focused on the latest message.

Rather than follow the porters, the women watched as Troy hurriedly tapped out an inaccurately worded email; predictive text-be-damned. It explained so much.

"You know there are, like, modern ways to communicate now." Brynn teased Troy, watching his thumb mangle the words and fight against the unhelpful tide of suggestions from the phone's artificial deep-stupidity.

"I built my network, my life, and my businesses using email. What the hell is wrong with the autocorrect this week? Is the AI on strike, or did someone fire too many software engineers or something?" He pointed out biting his lip, and mostly deleting words rather than typing them. Three steps forward two steps back. Troy glanced up. "Hey Luis! Can you help? Do you know which rooms...? Could you get the luggage...? And keys...?" He then stopped the head porter in an effort to delegate.

"Ah, yes, señor. Leave it to me. I handle everything." The head porter reassured him. "Your room cards, ladies." He handed out the numbered smart cards efficiently to the correct guests.

"If you want you can settle in or check the rooms out later. You can rest if you are tired after the journey, or..." Troy offered, trying to multitask.

"...or we can stop working and go and meet the others!" Trinity dragged at him.

He pressed send rather than abandon the email word-salad, and gave in to the pressure on his hand. The other women agreed that would be preferable, and followed. They left the porters to move their bags to the designated rooms.

"Allie-cat! Oh my god, darling!" Trinity squealed in delight, throwing herself at a woman who looked like a twin sister. "Oh Allie! I can't believe you're really here! I missed you so much!" She cuddled the reflection tightly. She was of a similar age, build, and fairness. Cut from the same cloth, as they used to say before social media.

"Trinny-mouse! I missed you too! It's been months!" Allie cuddled her back. They looked so similar, only the blond hair length and style was dissimilar. There were other differences, but you would have to be more intimate with them to spot those.

"There's a story behind those nicknames, huh?" Brynn asked Troy for an explanation. He was frowning at his phone in concentration again.

"Think: four-year-olds wearing mouse-ear and cat-ear headbands; and then generate a portmanteau using their names as word-stems; and then apply lots of sugar-rich party cake." Troy half-replied, but was distracted while multitasking. He grinned absently at the warm-fuzzy memory for a moment, and then refocused on spanking his phone.

"Huh?" Bryn shrugged at her friends for a translation. Maybe the autocorrect wasn't the issue. Maybe the poor email transcription problem was situated between the chair and the keypad of Troy's smartphone.

"Beth and Charlotte too? Come here sweeties! I missed you as well." Trinity was immediately cuddled by Allie's sisters, as soon as they had pried Allie off her.

"Yes, the three of them are here: the holy trinity, Trinity." Troy joked, abandoning his uncooperative phone and sliding it into a pocket. The others groaned at his stunted idea of good humor.

"Troy!" Everyone berated him in protest, then laughed. He grinned widely. At least they were laughing.

The women focused on cuddling again, as if they couldn't quite believe their meeting was real, before finally breaking up.

Troy watched quietly, reserved, but with obvious happiness to see the joy in his sister and cousins. The other women, Trinity's friends, watched him instead, of course; the handsome, eligible, eye candy. He stood looking rich, strong, handsome, confident, and very, very, single.

"Ahoy!" A male voice from the shore.

"Hey! Come up!" Troy waved to the new arrivals, suddenly showing some animated bemusement, if not happiness, this time. Mixed feelings about the new arrivals. Trinity tore herself away from her cousins.

"Yes, come up, both of you. No, Tim, just leave the bags, a porter will fetch them!" Trinity called down.

The couple hurried up the gangway and the man, who was about the same age as Troy but shorter and less sculpted, almost leapt into Troy's arms. Troy rejected the man-hug but shook his hand and slapped his shoulder. His over-enthusiastic friend shook his hand back, excitedly.

Jess--Tim's wife-- attempted to fling herself into Troy's arms. He refused her politely by offering an arms-length handshake instead; and then used Tim's body as a shield. Jess tried to force the issue, but Trinity was there in-between them, in the confusion. Acting well, Trinity was inspecting Troy and adjusting his shirt collar, as if he was a slovenly child. The hug moment was lost.

"There, now. Better." Trinity inspected her work, patting Troy's chest in pride at her handiwork. She cuddled Troy's arm protectively. He gave a grateful look of gratitude and she smiled nicely back at him. She was the prime defender of her brother's body. It was a nice body and it was worth defending.

"Tim, Jess, these are my cousins, who you might have met before. And these are Trinity's friends from college where she did her postgrad, who you probably don't know. And those are Beth and Charlotte's friends. I'll let you all introduce yourselves. They are also going to help out on this voyage by testing this boating experience with us. We needed more people to make the event work. A combination of a working holiday and a relaxing holiday." Troy relayed the plan.

The women and collection of companions all introduced themselves to each other. Troy stood back, grinning and inspecting them all proudly. He liked it when the family got together and everyone was healthy and happy. Again, Trinity curled an arm around his arm and cuddled him affectionately, sharing the love, and exerting her protective ownership. She rested her head on his shoulder and enforced some affection on him. It was obvious how much she had missed him.

"We are going to have such fun in the next two weeks." Allie could barely contain her excitement.

"Two weeks?" Trinity's friends mouthed to Trinity, in confusion. Troy picked up the surprise.

"You didn't tell them about the change of plan? The extension?" Troy asked Trinity.

"No one in the office understood that last email you sent, and Allie was already in transit so we couldn't get her to 'decrypt' it in time." Trinity explained. Everyone relied on the 'Allie plugin' when it came to Troy's emails, even Trinity.

"Not a problem. The yacht's owner offered to extend the voyage at a minimum cost and we took them up on the offer. You're free to get off at any point after the paid contractual period ends, of course; but if you stay, we'll look after you, and pay you to have more fun. This event only works if we have a big party together." He held up his hands in an affectation of peace.

With the suitcases all moved to their appropriate cabins, the yacht fully stocked and checked over, it made way for its first overnight leg. As they made best way, the crowd of young people mingled on the breezy sun deck, enjoying wine and canapés before dinner. Some watched the other boats as they left port, but most were engaged in conversation.

"So, what's the deal with you and this boat? Did you sell your company and buy it?" Brynn tried to grill Troy. Getting him on his own without his permanent chaperone, Trinity, around seemed to be impossible. She had been like a little limpet, stuck to his hull. Perhaps she just missed him a lot. Perhaps it was because there were more than fifteen other beautiful young women on the boat apart from her.

"I'm not sure." Troy laughed lightly. "Well, yes and no. It's all a bit in a Schrödinger's cat uncertainty zone." He chuckled more at the lack of clarity. "Tallia Software is being bought for one point eight billion, that's true, and this yacht is only rented until we see if there is any traction in getting Tallia Sea Voyages... err... floated?"

"Uh! Troy! Your humor, dear boy, needs upgrading! You need to hire someone 'genuinely funny' to write your jokes, I keep telling you." Trinity face-palmed herself and then playfully pushed him with a groan. She then laughed, despite her protests.

Normally Trinity came across as a submissively shy stress-bunny, but around her brother she seemed so much more alive and relaxed. The word 'animated' bounced around Brynn's head again, as she watched the siblings enjoying each other's company. Like two pieces of a puzzle slotted together, the whole was greater than the sum of the parts.

"Worked well enough. Made you laugh." Troy smiled to himself.

Troy grinned and looked out to sea; looking cheerful with the glass of champagne he was holding. It was odd though, as he never seemed to even sip at it. He just seemed to like the idea of being there in the evening summer sun, on this yacht, with lots of beautiful young women. He was holding a champagne glass and standing on a superyacht, in a way that suggested he was full-filling a vision of the future, a prophecy, made long ago. It was a framed picture-perfect moment to keep and say: I made it. Here, look, this is where I wanted to be, with the people I love, on a big yacht. Perhaps this was the pinnacle of his plans, or perhaps it was just the start.