Jake Wesson had grown up sailing and diving and was a master diver and dive instructor by the time he turned eighteen. His father had rented a boat and took the family on a two week trip through the Caribbean. Jake's favorite memories were for that trip. He was trying to decide whether to get out of the Navy after six years as a SEAL. He decided to rent a sailboat out of the US Virgin Islands and invited his family to go along. Everyone declined except Glenna, his sister. She had been coped up a the law office working on real estate law, handling closings and property management issues. Glenna wrote articles for a local real estate investment association and for a trade magazine. She had also recently broken up with her long time boyfriend, Phil, who had moved to Seattle. She saw the trip as a chance to escape and jumped at the opportunity.
Jake left Norfolk on a Space A flight to Puerto Rico on Military Assistance Command (MAC) flight. It was free for military personnel to fly and Jake liked free things. Puerto Rico was night and day difference from the cold, dreary winter of Norfolk and Jake was glad he had traveled in baggy cargo shorts and a loose fitting, button up, short sleeve shirt. From Puerto Rico, he hopped a small charter plane to the Virgin Islands and checked out the boat.
It was a sleek forty foot boat with a single mast and beautiful white hull and sails. He checked in with the rental company and verified his credentials as a sailor and mapped out a route to take. From there it was time to wait on Glenna to arrive.
He hadn't seen his sister in three years preferring to stay on the Atlantic side of the United States and not return home. Their parents had died shortly after he graduated from BUD/s and he wasn't on good footing with Bill, his older brother by six years. Bill had taken over the family business and thought Jake was a traitor for striking out and doing his own thing. Bill had graduated from auctioneering school and settled in working and eventually married his high school sweetheart. They had two children by the time Jake was a junior in college.
Glenna stepped off the plane, walked the short distance to the terminal and was soaked with sweat. She was glad for the air conditioning and fanned herself with a magazine. She spotted her brother immediately and threw her arms around him.
"Let me look at you!" She cried pushing him back a step. She took in the six foot tall frame and the bulging, rippling muscles. His dark hair was cut short and his green eyes danced. His smile was devastating and it captivated many women's attention, hers among them.
Jake let his eyes roam her body. She was lean with a generous swell to her bosom and long legs on her five foot eight body. Her straight blonde hair fell below her shoulders and her own green eyes sparkled with enthusiasm and life.
They retrieved her luggage and struck out for the boat. After getting her settled, she changed into shorts and a bikini top. Jake was able to get an even better look at his sister.
Her stomach was flat and toned, well defined under taut, tan skin. Her D cup breasts practically spilled from her bikini top and her legs were lean and well defined. Jake let out a low whistle and shook his head.
"What?" She said self-consciously.
"If you weren't my sister, I'd be hitting on you."
"Same here, stud." He was without his shirt and his stomach rippled with a hint of six pack abs. His shoulders were broad and powerful and his arms thick and round like a professional wrestler. She always thought her brother was handsome but after seeing him for the first time in three years, she found him downright sexy.
"I brought some supplies on board earlier. Why don't you look them over and they we can pick up whatever you want in the morning? Right now, I'm starving, lets get something to eat and more importantly, I need a drink."
"I'm see you already started." She motioned to the bag with four empty beer bottles in it.
"I needed something to do while I was waiting for you."
"Let's go, I could use a drink myself."
They found a little restaurant and dined on seafood fresh from the ocean and drank Red Strip beer. From there, they found a bar on the beach and drank margaritas and Coronas well into the night. One of the bartenders leaned across the bar and told them what a nice couple then made.
Glenna blushed and was about to spill the truth when Jake leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek and told the man thanks. Her stomach did flip flops and her cheeks turned a crimson red.
Early the next morning, Glenna awoke to the rolling of the boat as it plunged through the waves. When she came up on deck, Jake had the boat under full sail and tacking south again towards the island of Dominica. It had rained and there was a slight chill in the air. Jake was dressed in cargo pants and a light long sleeve t-shirt. Glenna rubbed her shoulders and settled in beside Jake on the cushioned bench. She propped her long legs on the wheel housing and wrapped her arms in her sweat shirt.
They sailed for most of the day before dropping anchor on the south side of Dominica. Jake lowered the small boat and they rode into town and ate hamburgers washed down with cold beer. After they ate, they explored the town and made plans for hiking and kayaking the next day.
When they returned to the boat, Jake went snorkeling again and Glenna lay out on the deck. Jake returned in about an hour and slipped up on the boat. Stealth and cunning were engrained traits from SEAL training and Jake used his powers to climb the ladder and creep across the deck without disturbing his sister. She was topless, lying on her stomach with a skimpy thong bikini bottom exposing her firm, well shaped buttocks. Jake ran his hand over his hair and then flung the water onto Glenna's back. She startled, turning to see what had caused the water to fall on her.
Jake was laughing at his sister's plight. She was mad but laughed when she saw him and rolled over to expose her large breasts. Jake's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the large brown auroras and hard nipples. His cock leapt in his shorts.
