Note: All characters are 18+ and fictitious. Any names or descriptions resembling actual people is purely coincidental.
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For the next three days, The Sea Nymph did about six hours of sailing from mid-morning to mid-afternoon, then they'd take a mooring and the crew spent the rest of the day playing in the sun and serf, and every night playing with their teen Yeoman. Considering how much Chloe seemed to enjoy being on camera, Mike bought them a waterproof sport camera they could use whenever and wherever. He got some exceptional videos of Chloe swimming naked, lots of pics with her practicing her blowjobs, and one video clip that had become the crew's favorite to watch over and over; Chloe taking all three of them for about 20 minutes from all angles, and Dave recorded the moment when Mike came on Chloe's face. Some of his cum dripped right onto the camera lens. It was pure cinematic perfection.
Chloe had come to expect morning sex with all three of her shipmates; one-on-one with her captain, then double-teamed by Rick and Dave. While sailing, she was often given orders to provide a spontaneous blowjob to practice her improving deepthroat skills, or to fetch the sex oil for one or more of her shipmates to use while having straight or anal sex with her. The evenings were spent having a nice dinner prepared by their talented cooks, Dave and Rick, and then Chloe served as the desert afterwards. This almost always involved taking all three of them at once, often resulting in several wonderfully long and powerful orgasms for Chloe. Finally she'd retire to her cabin and be visited by Rick and Dave after their watch, and then she'd climb into bed with her Uncle Mike for one more good screwing before sleeping in his bed.
In the rare moments of calm between this almost constant sexual frenzy, Chloe read and listened to music on her headphones she knew her shipmates probably wouldn't appreciate. And she tried to get cell service whenever they were near shore, mostly to check her email, and send her mom a text message.
On the fourth and last day in the Dominican Republic, she was laying back against a pillow in the cockpit, checking text messages, and her heart stopped for a beat. Her ears got hot, her vision blurred, and she felt like she might be sick.
It was a text message from Adam with the words "HOLY SHIT!" in all caps. And it had three pictures attached. Chloe could hardly breathe as she looked at the first one. It was her, on her knees, a cock in each hand, another in her mouth, and two more hanging behind her. She was wearing the sailor's uniform Captain Matt gave her, blouse open to show her tits, the captain's cap on her head.
The next was her again, from behind, looking back over her shoulder, her ass just barely in the frame, and you could see a cock fucking her from behind as someone was dripping cum on her head.
The last pic was a closeup of her licking her lips, and there was cum all over her face. You could see three of the cocks that just came on her, still wet from her mouth.
She recognized every one of the pics. They were from the Scarlet, and... they were on her phone. She let Dave and Rick take pics of her with her phone. But they wouldn't have shared them, would they? How did Adam get these pics?!
"You alright there, Yeoman?" Uncle Mike asked.
She shook her head, looking like she'd just seen a ghost. The words caught in her throat, and she stammered a few broken syllables before just handing him the phone to see for himself.
Mike gawked at the pics, then did the mental arithmetic. If Adam knew, and was pissed... would he share the pics with Diane? Did he already? He reviewed the pics again, and thankfully didn't see anything that would suggest it was him or his crew having sex with Chloe... but she was his responsibility. Either way, if Diane saw these, Chloe would be locked in a convent or something, and his life would basically be over. He'd never be able to face Chloe, or Diane, or his brother again!
"Chloe? How did Adam get these?" Mike asked.
She just stared down at her empty hands and shook her head.
"You didn't send him these?"
She glared as if he'd lost his mind.
"Okay, okay." Mike sighed. "Who took these?"
"D-d-d-dave. Rick." she croaked. "Let them use my... my... phone and... and..."
Dave, who was in the galley preparing dinner, heard his name and came out. "You need me?"
Mike frowned hard, his lips tight with rage, and handed the phone to Dave.
"Holy shit!" Dave gasped. "How'd he...?" Then he understood Mike's look. "Whoa! I didn't share anything. I swear!"
"Rick!" Mike barked.
"Rick wouldn't do it either." Dave insisted. "Come on, Mike! You gotta know neither of us would do a thing to hurt that kid in any way!"
"Then how?" Mike growled.
"I dunno." he shrugged, and handed the phone back. "Check the send history, maybe? See if Chloe might have drunk texted him?"
Mike scowled but checked anyway. Then he handed it back to Chloe. "Emails?"
Chloe shook her head. "Only sent emails to mom." she groaned. "I didn't do..." her eyes went wide and she started tapping furiously at the phone. A moment later, she covered her face with it, and started bawling.
"What?" Mike insisted. "What did you figure out?"
She sniffed, and handed him the phone again.
Mike found a shared photo album called 'Cruising Chloe', and it had a many pics she took of islands, beaches, boats, him and the crew, a few selfies of Chloe, fish in the water... and then there was her that day on the Scarlet. At least a dozen pics of her having sex and giving blowjobs, including those three pics Adam sent her. He saw the share names on the folder, and saw his name, along with Adam, Diane and Kevin listed.
"Why the hell would you do this?" Mike barked at her.
"I made it to share the pics I took!" She whined. "I forgot I linked it! Shit, Uncle Mike! What do I do?"
"Unshare this, now!" Mike demanded and handed the phone back to Chloe. She scrambled with her digits, tapping through menus until she succeeded in deleting the folder entirely.
There was a collective sense of dread growing in all of them. Adam knew. There was no way of knowing if Diane or Kevin knew. But if Adam was mad enough, he might go show them the evidence, and all hell would surely break loose. Or worse, it had already been several days since the Scarlet! Diane and Kevin might already have seen the pics, and it was just a matter of time before it all caught up to them.
"Any ideas?" Rick asked.
Mike sat beside Chloe, and racked his brain. "Okay. It's been, what... four, no five! Five days since the Scarlet. If Diane knew, I'd have had my life threatened by now. And Kevin... he'd probably fly his ass down here and toss me overboard himself. Okay, so... it's a good bet neither of them know."
"But Adam!" Chloe wailed.
"Right. So he knows. Has the pics." Mike frowned down at the deck, trying to think rationally.
"If he saw them, and was pissed, he'd probably show them." Rick said. Ever the rational one, he was able to keep his head and use logic when the rest of them were in a panic. "If he has, then we're probably screwed. If not..."
"Wait a minute." Dave caught on, and followed that line of logic. "Maybe we're jumping to conclusions here. What exactly did he say?"
Chloe frowned, and just shook her head. "He's pissed."
"Did he actually say that?" Dave insisted.
She looked back at her phone... and at the one word he sent with the pics. "He just sent 'HOLY SHIT!' in all caps."
Mike nodded, thinking. "So, you think he might not be pissed?"
Rick shrugged. "I guess that depends on him." He looked back to Chloe. "Were you two talking about love or long term relationships?"
Chloe shook her head. "No. Never. He even said we should see other people. I think that was because he had a girlfriend at college, but I don't know for sure."
"Maybe... you should text him back." Mike suggested. "See if you can get him to tell if he shared the pics yet, or if he's going to."
Reluctantly, Chloe tapped at her phone, sent the text, and waited. Moments later, the reply binged.
"He says, 'Worried? Maybe I should show her. Always thought you were such a prude with that got to be a good girl attitude. Never knew you were really being a slut behind my back.'"
"Well, not entirely wrong." Dave said under his breath, and it made Chloe giggle through her weeping.
"Then he put the little shocked-face emoji." Chloe looked up at her Captain and crew, eyes pleading. "What do I do? He said he might tell my mom."
"You know what else it says?" Rick said. "Says he hasn't yet. And it says he's jealous."
Chloe looked down at the text, and shrugged. "No it doesn't."
He nodded. "Not in so many words. Does it say he's mad you cheated on him?"
She shook her head.
"And he's thinking of showing your mom, but hasn't yet." he mused and rubbed at the stubble on his chin. "Mad you were a prude with him, but a slut without him..." he nodded to himself. "Not that you cheated. He didn't use that word at all. Just mad that you had sex without him." He frowned and paced a few times on the deck. "I'm gonna go out on a limb here. I'll bet he's not pissed you're a slut, but that you weren't a slut with him."
Mike slowly nodded. "Yeah. Maybe." he agreed. "You told me about your double handjob in his friend's car. Did he like that?"
Chloe wrinkled her brow, and slowly nodded. "Yeah, I think he did." she said. "He teased me about it a couple times when we had sex. Said John would do anything to be there too like in the car." Then she got a wide eyed expression as something dawned on her. "He... He made me suck his thumb once, like it was a cock, while we had sex." She huffed a laugh. "I thought it was silly but... he really got off on it."
Mike shot a look at Rick, and they nodded at one another. "Text him again. Tell him... you're really sorry, and you didn't mean to hurt his feelings. Then wait a minute and text that you only wish he could have been there too."
Chloe blinked at her Uncle Mike. "Really?"
He nodded. "See what he says."
She did as suggested, and waited. It was nearly ten minutes later before a reply came. "Oh my god!" she gasped, then read it out loud. "You looked really hot. Wish I had known you would do that. Could have had a lot of fun with friends."
"He's pissed he didn't get to fuck you in a gangbang." Dave laughed. "Holy shit."
Chloe was still sniffing back tears, but there was a smile trying to break through. "You really think so?"
"Text him again." Mike said. "Say... you wish he could come down here and see for himself."
She flashed him a smile and started typing. A few minutes later, her phone binged, and she read the reply with a giggle.
"What did he say?" Mike asked.
She brightened even more and read, "Just two words. 'Me too'."
"Okay." Rick heaved a sigh. "Look. I think I have a way we can fix this, but you and Chloe have to decide if you want to try it."
"Why us?" Chloe asked.
