Note: All characters are 18+ and fictitious. Any names or descriptions resembling actual people is purely coincidental.
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Shit, shit, shit! Mike! What did you do?
Mike awoke with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, still punishing himself for having taken advantage of his teen step-niece, sticking his cock in her mouth after she fell asleep on his lap. What an idiot! As much as he wished he could turn back the clock and replay the night differently, he also knew it would be indelibly etched into his memory. Even as he tried to push the thought from his mind, he could see her adorable face, slick with his cum, as she sucked and licked his cock clean after he came in her mouth. Her eyes, so young and pretty, looked right into his soul, and for that brief moment, she was the sexiest girl he'd ever seen.
He dragged himself from his bunk, pulled on his swim trunks, a clean shirt, slipped on his deck shoes, and opened his cabin door. Almost at the same instant, Chloe opened her cabin door at the other end of the gangway. She was wearing a tight pair of shorts and a bikini top, had her hair mussed from her pillows, no makeup, and Mike swallowed at how cute she was.
For her part, Chloe made a half-hearted attempt to fix her hair while smiling her pretty smile at her Uncle. She padded over to him on bare feet, lifted up on her toes and kissed his cheek. "Good morning, Captain." she said cheerfully. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Umm, yeah..." he stammered. "Yeah. Beautiful."
She giggled and climbed up the steps to the main cabin, looking back to catch Uncle Mike watching her ass as she went. She liked that.
Dave had already made the coffee, and Rick was banging about in his cabin getting ready for a day of sailing. They ate together, the usual chit-chat and morning yawns taking up most of it. Then they were all in action, disembarking from the port and adjusting sails while Captain Mike got them going on the first leg for this reach.
Chloe didn't say anything about the night before, instead just acting like nothing at all had happened. In truth, she didn't know what to say. She really wanted to do this trip. Even if it was sort of awkward between her and Uncle Mike, she still wanted to go. And the more she thought of it, the more she wondered if he still might want to do that to her again. It was probably sick and twisted, but she couldn't help but feel excited at the thought, remembering what he did, and how she made him cum.
That was pretty crazy... and really inappropriate. But still... I learned a lot. And... he made me cum so good.
By sunset, they were all feeling a little fatigued, not having gotten used to the rigors of sailing life just yet. In a week or so, they'd all have their sea legs and they'll be used to the effort. For now, it was exhausting.
So, Mike lowered the main, and just left the jib out. They would just stay on an easy tack all night. No need to make it any more difficult than it needed to be. He turned on the navigator, set the course, and sent the others to bed while he took first watch.
Around Midnight, Chloe came up on deck to relieve him. She saw him sitting there behind the wheel, looking lost in thoughts. It was true Uncle Mike was a lot older than her, but after last night, she started looking at him in... that way. He was good-looking for an older guy. He had a fit body, nice strong hands and arms, a square jaw she found attractive, longish slightly-graying hair, and with that day's worth of stubble on his face, he had a sort of rough-guy appearance she seemed to like; like a viking, she mused. He was a lot different than Adam, with his smooth face and short hair. It was a contrast between a boy and a man.
And he smells so good. Like sun, sand, surf, and sweat.
She almost giggled out loud at the thoughts in her head. But she couldn't deny how attracted she was to Uncle Mike. Especially after what they did... what he did. She could still see his face as he watched her sucking his cock clean after cumming in her mouth. She could count on one hand the number of times she was able to make Adam cum with her blowjobs. She tried to do it lots of times, but rarely got it right. Last night was... different. He told her what to do. She really liked that... being told; taking orders. It was a turn on for some reason.
For a long moment, she just stared at him, watching his face to see if maybe she could figure out what was going on in his head, and if it had anything to do with her and last night. Finally she stepped out of the main cabin, onto the deck, came around behind the console and sat herself next to Uncle Mike.
"Hi."
Mike gave her a strained smile. "Hi. Come to take your watch?"
She nodded. "Midnight to 0230, right?"
He nodded. "Just keep an eye on the heading, adjust the jib if the wind shifts, but it's been pretty cooperative so far."
She nodded. "Aye, aye, Captain."
He shifted over to let her get behind the wheel, but she clung to his arm before he could get very far.
"Uncle Mike. Are you mad at me?" she asked quietly.
"What? No! Not at all." he insisted. "I'm... really sorry about last night. Thought, maybe, you needed some space and some time to think about..."
"I know, I know." she nodded. "But... I could have stopped any time too, but I didn't."
He frowned at her, trying to see if she was just saying this to make him feel less guilty. A roundabout offer to forgive him. "Chloe. I wasn't thinking straight." he sighed. "Just... having you there like that, looking the way you do, and me being without a wife or girlfriend for so long... It was stupid. And I'm sorry."
She gave him her best smile, and it seemed to work. He didn't feel quite so heavy in his chest anymore. "Alert me if you have a problem." he said as he got up, and bent to kiss her forehead.
Mike got undressed and climbed up onto his rack, opened the hatch for some cool evening air, and lay on his pillow watching the stars for a while. Though they were right there over him, his eyes roaming around the heavens, his mind was on something entirely different.
So young, and so cute. Really soft hair. And that ass! Should be illegal to have an ass that nice! And her eyes... looking up at me, mouth full of cock and...
He realized his cock was stiff as a board as he remembered what Chloe looked like kneeling on the deck, making love to his cum covered dick. Her eyes, her lips, her smile, those cute sounds she made. It was like a ghost of lust that kept haunting his attempts at dreaming. Almost without thinking, his hand did the rest, and a gush of cum into a tissue was all the release he would get... followed by more guilt for having such lustful feelings toward his step-niece.
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He woke up the next morning feeling just as guilty as he had the first morning after his encounter with Chloe. He dragged his tired ass up to the deck, and found Chloe laughing and enjoying herself with Dave and Rick. They all had coffee and were making short work of a coffee cake, so he got a piece and joined them in the cockpit.
Chloe scooted her little rear over, giving him space to sit next to her behind the wheel. She was looking a painfully cute combination of innocent and sexy again, wearing a skimpy bikini that looked a little too loose. Not accepting the offered seat would look bad, so he sat beside her and she playfully bumped his shoulder with hers.
"How'd we do last night?" he asked.
"Eh, a few miles off course. Not a big deal." Dave said.
"Good. Let's get her going the right way again." Mike gulped down his cake and coffee, then went to adjust the jib and raise the main, leaving Chloe to take the wheel.
After scrambling about for a while, they were back on course, and Mike calculated they would reach Nassau about mid afternoon.
Shortly before noon, Chloe went over to her Uncle Mike, and sat next to him on the captain's seat. Dave was dozing in the shade of the sail, and Rick was in the galley fixing them some lunch. Chloe noticed how Uncle Mike had been looking away from her all morning, and it was becoming obvious. She didn't want him to be all awkward around her. That would suck! After a minute of nothing but silence sitting next to one another, she leaned close. "I thought you said you weren't mad." she said in a hush.
He nodded. "That's right. I'm not."
"Then why are you avoiding me?" she asked, sounding hurt. "Dave and Rick both said they like my bikini, but you haven't even looked at it... or me all day."
