A little background for you. My name is Brooke. I'm 22 and my 45-yr-old mother passed away after a car accident during one of our port visits. Her name was Megan. Almost my entire life has been spent sailing around the world with my mother and step father. His name is Tripp. I was home schooled by them. My mother had inherited a large amount of money, and our 100-ft sailboat. Now all was mine, under the condition that my stepfather would stay sailing as long as he wanted, and that I would pay for everything to maintain his modest lifestyle.
Starting when I was 18, my body had matured and I looked exactly like my mom from behind. Also starting when I was 18, my step-father had some embarrassing moments (for him) when he thought I was my mom. In the dark boat, when he had too much whiskey, he sometimes would slap my ass or reach around and grab my breasts. Many times I didn't have any clothes on. I would turn around with a smile and say, "wrong again" and joke with him by saying, "I'm telling mom."
My mother and step father had avoided all open nudity on our boat until I was 18. Each year after I turned 18, I was nude more and more. And I began having sex, at my mom's urging. It took me some time to have sex talks with her - but she didn't want me to miss out on a healthy and enjoyable sex life in my early adult years.
I thought my step father mistaking me for my mom was funny, and I enjoyed how it turned me on. Once I first slept with someone at 18, I wanted to do it as often as possible. These guys in different ports tended to be older than me. The guys my age seemed too immature, too clumsy in bed and too possessive of me. But being on our sailboat, I sometimes had a month or more between intimate moments with a guy. So a little grope of my breasts or gentle slap on my butt from my step father was welcome, and needed. I wondered if my mother sensed this need, and had my step father do this to me, making it look like a mistake. I didn't have the chance to ask her before she died.
I'm 5' 10' with sandy blond hair and a face and body people tell me reminded them of a young Uma Thurman. But they would politely leave out that my breasts were larger than hers. And, even though I'm 22, I'm all natural with my bush. As strange as it sounds, it is in honor of my mother - that is the way she was. With the frontal view of me, I looked like I could be the younger twin of my mother. Only my nose was a little smaller and my hair a little more blond.
Now it is time to share my possession situation with you. Truth be told, I'm not sure if my mother possesses me now and again, or if I feel the need to carry on where she left off. When my mother died last year, my step father and I honored her will. We had her cremated and put in an urn we keep on the boat. We stayed in port for 6 months, wanting to be where she last was last alive, like her spirit was still around with us. This made no sense, of course, but we both wanted to do this.
It was during our sail to our next port that I felt my mother was talking to me from the beyond, and it was a request I hadn't expected.
While sailing, starting when I was 18, it wasn't unusual for me to be fully nude when I was getting a tan in the boat's cockpit. My older male dates all were turned on by my not having any tan lines. I can see them fantasizing about me putting on the suntan lotion on my bare breasts and clit. All this while my step father was watching me as we sailed. He was only about 10 years older than my many men around the world. But my rule was that they could not board my boat or fly to any of our ports of call. For most of these men, it was lots of sex, but only when I was in that port.
During the second day of our first voyage after my mom passed, I laid out in the sun - nude of course - near my step father. After about a half hour I could see him adjusting himself in his bathing suite, then he asked me to watch the self-steering gear that he set up so that he could go below to the head (the bathroom, of course). After a few days it seemed to be an exact pattern. Me nude with lotion on me, him shifting in his bathing suit, then him going to the head. He never acted this way with me when my mom was alive.
On the fourth day, I ran to the deck access hatch, which gave me a good view of the galley (kitchen). Standing there was my step father jerking off into the sink while looking at a naked picture of me and my mother. It was taken when I was 21, to show how much we looked alike. I didn't need to be a mental health expert to know that he missed my mother and having sex with her, and that my looking so much like her caused him to pretend I was her when he masturbated. I didn't let on that I saw him. I kept my routine so that he wouldn't worry that I knew what he was doing.
In port, we both kept our nudity to below deck or on the beach. There he had plenty of gorgeous women to ogle and fantasize about. He is fit and good looking, so they were looking at him with lust in their eyes. One night I said to my step father, "dad, I would be perfectly fine with you dating women in the different ports we go to."
He almost cried at the gift of approval that I was giving him. Then he said, "Thank you so much - your mother told me that she hoped I would be with other women if she were to die before me. But I'm just not ready yet." He went silent for an hour and went to bed in the main cabin. I slept forward of him, in the v-berth. Both had doors, but we rarely closed them.
I lay in my berth talking in my head to my dead mother. "Mom, is there something I can do to help dad? I feel like I'm a cruel tease as I remind him of the woman he no longer can have. I love him like a dad, but we share no blood, and he always excited me when he accidentally groped me when he thought I was you. By the way, if you told him to do that, thank you. Give me a sign if you want me to comfort him in an intimate way." Just then a strong wave shook the sailboat, then it returned to the gentle lapping of the water. I thought, "OK, mom - I will honor your wish".
