My name is Michael, Mike for short. I'm twenty-eight years old and I work for a construction company as a foreman. I make decent money, but I have very little time off in the summer. Because of that I tend to be very protective of my days off an I try to do the things that I enjoy. That and the fact that I didn't want to have children right away were huge points of contention with my ex-wife. They both led to our divorce after three years of marriage. Well, that and me catching the cheating bitch banging her old college boyfriend when I came home early one Saturday afternoon.
I ended up with the house and the furniture and an $1,800.00 a month alimony payment for a year. She ended up with a boyfriend that dumped her for a second time and his baby. I called it a win and kept moving forward. I suddenly understood why dad was so relieved after mom left. Trying to stick it out in a failing marriage will suck the soul right out of you. The only difference was mom left me and my sister with dad and we hadn't seen her since. Honestly, I didn't know if she was dead or alive and after twenty years, I really didn't give a shit.
This all happened in the early fall and right after that my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer so the tail end of last year had been rough on me. Winter slowed the job down somewhat, but I was still putting in a lot of hours just to have something to do. My baby sister, Debbie suggested in April that I needed to take some time off just to figure things out. After all we had been through that seemed like a good idea, so we agreed that when the weather warmed up a little bit we would spend a few days on dad's boat.
Dad bought the boat at a repossession auction last Spring and because of that he paid far less than it is worth. I had been out on it twice before he was diagnosed, and I enjoyed it, but I didn't think I would enjoy it enough to keep it after dad died. Just after the New Year, he was gone. It took Debbie and me a few months to come to grips with the fact that he was gone but by Spring we had learned to deal with it. I saw the boat as a source of income if we sold it and a 35' money pit if we kept it, but Debbie thought about it a little differently. To her this was the last thing that dad had bought that had truly made him happy and she wanted to keep it, so we could have a reminder of those memories.
I love my baby sister to the point of distraction. At twenty she is going into junior year in college this fall, and she is still unjaded by life and how it can suck, even though ours has at times. She is intelligent, bubbly, and stunningly beautiful. I used to make fun of her as a kid because she is my polar opposite in appearance. I'm six feet even and tip the scales at close to 190; Debbie is 4'10" tall and might weigh one hundred pounds if she was fully dressed and wearing steel-toed boots. She is a blonde with blue eyes and I've got brown hair and hazel eyes. Her physical attributes are what sets her apart though her measurements are 34C-26-32 combine that with her smile and her good looks and she could stop traffic wearing a potato sack.
I thought there was going to be a problem with my vacation request when my supervisor called me into the trailer but surprisingly he was all for it. His exact words were, "It's about damn time you took a few days. With all you've been through, I'm surprised you haven't snapped. Go, enjoy, we can handle it for a week without you. Take Friday too, I'll clear it with the big wigs." So, the first Friday in June found me and Debbie at the marina getting the boat ready to go out.
I got the engines running and unplugged us from shore power then got the generator going. Debbie worked the lines and got us untied from the slip and we were off. I eased us out around the docks and past the No Wake Zone sign and then opened the throttles up a little to bring us up on plane.
"I'm going below to finish putting away the groceries." Debbie said with a huge smile on her face. "Do you want a drink or anything?"
"A can of Coke would be nice." I said.
"With or without Jack Daniels?"
"It's ten o'clock in the morning kid!"
"Okay, with or without Jack, bacon and eggs?" she said laughing at me.
"Without. I don't drink and drive."
"Okay. I'll be back up in a few." and she headed below deck.
We were on Chickamauga Lake just north of Chattanooga, so I got us out into the channel of the Tennessee River and pointed the bow south toward Alabama. This stretch of the Tennessee is beautiful any time of the year but today is was perfect. The water was flat, there was just a hint of a breeze in the air and the view of Signal Mountain was clear. Rounding Moccasin Bend I had a ski boat cross our wake and the poor guy on the tube must have cleared six feet of air before he tumbled into the water at about forty miles per hour.
Debbie popped her head back up and sat my drink in a cupholder on the dash and then disappeared again before I could say thanks. A few minutes later she reappeared wearing shorts and a bikini top. I took a sip of my drink and then complimented her appearance. Baby sister or not, she looked amazing and I didn't hesitate to tell her.
"Aww, thank you, but you're just saying that because you get to stare at my boobs all day." she laughed.
"Nope. You really do look good kid. Staring at your boobs is just a pleasant side effect." I said grinning at her.
"Perv!" she exclaimed slapping my arm.
"Tease."
"Miscreant."
"Juvenile delinquent."
"I'm not juvenile! I'm twenty and only just a little short of twenty-one." she pouted.
"Sis you've been a little short all your life." I said, knowing what was coming next.
At the same time, we both said it. "Ass!" and she stormed out to the cockpit to catch some sun.
An hour or so later and we came to the first of the dams we would lock through, Chickamauga. I contacted the Lock Master and found out that we only had a 15 minute wait time to get into the lock which meant we had timed it just right. Debbi got the lines ready and we sat there talking about the run we would make from the dam down to the marina we were staying at tonight. I had opted to open the boat up because this stretch of the Tennessee has a strong current and is very narrow and I didn't want to risk being on it after dark. Debbie agreed with me so after we got past the lock and on to Lake Nickajack, we opened it up to about 35 knots and kept going.
"Mike?" Debbie started.
"Yes?"
"When's the last time you had sex?"
When she asked me that I was in the process of taking a drink of my Coke. She is constantly doing things like this to me and has since we were kids. I honestly believe sometimes that there is a website out there with videos on it of all the times she has pranked me. If so, this one would have gone viral in an instant. I had Coke coming out of my nose and was gasping for air, I couldn't see because the tears in my eyes and I was coughing and choking.
"Geeze brother, relax! It's a simple question." she deadpanned. "When was the last time you got laid?"
"Debbie!"
"When?"
"It's, um, it's been a while, okay? Jesus! What kind of question is that anyway?"
"A normal one." She said smiling up at me.
"Normal for who?"
"Anyone. It's been a while for me too. Like, three weeks, so I just thought I'd ask." she said.
"Three whole weeks huh?" I said, thinking sadly about my nine month dry spell.
"Yep, want me to tell you about it?"
"Debbie!"
"What?"
"No!"
"Really?" she asked with an impish grin.
"Yes!"
"So, you don't want me to tell you about the blowjob I gave him?"
"Debbie. Don't. No!"
"I guess you don't want to hear that he put it in my butt either huh?"
"Jesus! Have you been drinking?" I asked her.
"You don't want to hear about that?"
"NO!"
"Then stop with the fucking short jokes." she demanded.
"Deal! Deal! No mas! I'm done with short jokes!" I said forcefully and waving my arms around like a maniac.
"Good, I'm going out back to get some more sun, but there is one last thing I'm going to say."
