The Boat

Author's Note:

If you have gotten this far with the story, then you have come to realize that the characters in "The Cabin" and "The Boat" series are intertwined. The same will hold true for the third part of the saga "The Truck" which will eventually cover Jared and Kristi. I have no idea when I will start on it, but I can say that it will be after I finish When Thunder Rolls.

In other news, I have an editor now.

Ya gotta love Southern women, because she jumped right up and purred, "Bless your heart Sweetie; you're trying so hard to look like you know what you are doing. Now sit there like a good boy and let Momma show you how to do it."

Who was I to argue? So, if you've noticed an improvement in the punctuation and spelling, along with a complete lack of dangling participles, you can thank ReadyMadeMILF for it.

Yes, I used the word dangling in the introduction of my editor and got away with it; and against her wishes, I also started a story out in Literotica with:

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It was a dark and stormy night.

I was on my way home from an out of town meeting to plan for an upcoming project and the storm hit while I was still about thirty minutes away from the house. It was the Monday before Thanksgiving and Debbie and Kristi had gotten there about three hours ago on their break from school. I had gotten hung up in traffic coming out of Atlanta and I had been playing hell trying to beat the storm. I knew that Debbie would be terrified because I could see the lightning flashes silhouetting the boiling thunderheads against the night sky as I drove further north.

Pulling into the garage, I shut the car off and walked into the house as quickly as I could. I was happy that the storm was moving fast and according to the last forecast I heard, it shouldn't take it that long to move out of the area. Debbie and Kristi were setting on the couch curled up beside each other. Kristi was holding her hand and gently stroking Debbie's long blonde hair. As I entered the room Kristi looked up at me and said softly, "I'm glad you're here Mike, she's not doing well tonight."

"I'm sorry it took me so long, I got stuck in traffic." I said lamely as I bent down to give Debbie a quick kiss. "You okay Sis?"

"I am now." She mumbled as she looked up at me. I could see the fear start draining from her eyes as she realized that I was home and that the storm seemed to be lessening as time went on.

Settling in beside Debbie I placed my left arm around her and kissed the top of her head. Looking across at Kristi I winked and then said "Hi there beautiful! Nice to see you again."

She winked back. "Nice to see you again too handsome!" she said with a smile.

"Can you two stop flirting with each other long enough for one of you to get me a blanket? I'm freezing." Debbie whined as she sat there between us.

Debbie was wearing jeans and a black tank top with a simple strand of pearls adorning her neck and I could tell that true to her nature, she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples were poking through the material of her top. It was kind of chilly in the room but not unusually so. I didn't know if it was from the chill in the air or because of fear, or that she was aroused, but she was shaking quite a bit.

"She's back!" Kristi said laughing as she got up and walked toward the settee across the room to grab the fleece throw that was laying across the back of it. She crossed the room again and sitting down, she draped it across the two of them and then took Debbie's hand to hold. A part of me was happy that my sister had a friend that was willing to take care of her in this situation and then there was the part of me that got just a more than a little turned on watching them cuddle and thinking about the description Debbie had given me about Kristi's abilities in bed last month.

It was the middle of October and Debbie had driven down for a weekend at home. We were laying side by side in bed after a long slow session of making love and Debbie was talking about the previous fall when a storm had blown through and Kristi had found out that storms not only terrified Debbie, they made her incredibly horny as well.

"Honestly Mike, to this day I still don't know how it happened. One minute Kristi was holding me, and we were curled up on the bed. I was shaking like a terrified three year-old then the next thing I knew; I was flat on my back, completely nude and Kristi had three fingers inside me. She was sucking on my right breast like a hungry puppy and making me cum like I'd never cum with any man. Once her tongue got ahold of my clit, it was over. I was so turned on that when my first orgasm hit, I couldn't make a sound. I was just arching my back and praying to God above that she never stopped. We spent two hours going at one another like the world was ending. By the time we finished with each other we had to change the sheets because there were too many wet spots on it to find a dry one to go to sleep on."

"She's that good huh?" I said smiling and feeling my dick start to harden.

"She really is." Debbie said sighing.

"It's a damn shame you didn't get a video or something." I said laughing.

"MIKE!" she squealed, laughing and slapping my chest so hard that it stung a little. "What kind of thing is that to say to your baby sister?"

"A damned hot one."

"So, you want to watch me get it on with another chick?" she asked quietly.

"Not really," I replied honestly. "It's hot thinking about it, but I don't share my toys with anybody."

"So that's what I am to you?" she said slapping me again; "Your private tiny fuck-toy?"

"More like my private walking, talking wet-dream. Besides, would you really like to watch me screw your best friend? Even if you could join in?" I said nuzzling her neck and stealing a quick nibble just to hear her sigh.

"Perfect answer." she replied, moaning as I continued to nibble my way down her body.

"So, when is Jared supposed to be here?" I asked, snapping back to reality.

"Tomorrow around noon." Kristi responded with a smile on her face. "I can't wait to see him." She added excitedly.

"I bet." I responded.

"I'll be glad when he gets here too." Debbie added. "That way I don't have to worry about you jumping my brother's bones for the next six days."

"That's not gonna happen Debbie and you know it." I said.

"Aww!" Kristi responded with mock disappointment in her voice. "I guess I have to settle for Plan B."

"What's Plan B?" I asked with a hint of a laugh in my voice.

"Getting through the next six days without an orgy taking place."

"Slut!" Debbie said laughing as she slapped at Kristi's leg.

"Alright kids, play nice with each other." I said as I got up to light a fire in the fireplace.

"Yes Mike." they chorused together sweetly and then started giggling.

"I've already told you how nice the two of us play together Mike. Don't you remember?" Debbie said with mock innocence in her voice.

"Oh my God! You did NOT!" Kristi squealed, blushing beet red as her hands flew to her mouth, "I can't believe you told him about that!"

"Every sordid detail. Right down to having to change the sheets because of the wet spots." Debbie said winking at her and blowing her a kiss.

"Oh my God! Oh my GOD!" Kristi said laughing and fanning her face in embarrassment.

As I got the fire going, I honestly could not believe this conversation was taking place in my living room. It was hard enough for me to believe that my sister had become my lover over the past six months. Yet, here I was sitting here talking to her and her attractive best friend about it; and Kristi is very attractive in her own right.

She is the type of woman who could walk into a room full of women and give them a complex because she so naturally good looking. With her complexion she doesn't need, nor does she wear a lot of make-up; with a little mascara and some lipstick and she could turn any guy's head in the room. She has legs for days; I had never asked, but if I had to estimate her height, it would be between five nine and five ten. She has brown eyes and her hair is very light brown hair and hangs mid-way down her back.

She has a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and they seem to compliment her looks rather than detract from them. Because of Debbie I already knew that her breasts were 36Ds. Although I had never really paid that much attention to her in the past, the flannel shirt and skin-tight Levi's that she had on left me with the impression that the rest of her measurements were in the twenty-six and thirty-four inch ranges. All in all, she was damn near the perfect girl next door type. The one that ends up with the high school quarterback after he boinks the head cheerleader and kicks her to the curb.

Maybe Debbie was right, if I hadn't been so infatuated with my cheating ex-wife, the summer before last could have been very memorable! Oh well. Live and learn, and I had absolutely no regrets about the way things had turned out.

We sat there chitchatting for another two hours or so and then I yawned. I had been up since five and the last seventeen hours had been hectic. I was looking forward to a hot shower and then climbing into bed.

"Getting tired old man?" Debbie asked as I stretched.

"Lil' bit, yeah." I said smiling at her. "It's been a long day. It's time for the old guy to go to bed. Don't mind me ladies, I'm just going to take a shower and collapse."

I stood up to head to the bedroom and after a brief discussion they decided to turn in as well. They both started following me down the hallway and Kristi stopped at the guest room saying, "Good night guys, see you all in the morning." Then laughing she added, "Try to keep the noise down in there, I need my beauty sleep."

Debbie turned to look back at her as she stood by the door to our room and smiling at Kristi said sweetly, "Well, you could always join us."

"Really?" Kristi asked pausing at her door with a surprised look on her face.

"No." Debbie mouthed, shaking her head slightly and closing the door firmly in Kristi's face.

"TEASE!" Kristi screamed from the hallway.

"YOU KNOW IT!" Debbie yelled laughing through the closed door.

She was smiling when she turned around and it became a laugh when she saw me standing there with a "What just happened?" look on my face.

"Seriously Debbie, you shouldn't do stuff like that to me, I've had a long day and that was just wrong!"

"Poor baby." she said running her fingertips across the stubble under my chin. Then looking up at me she added, "Go take a shower. I promise I'll more than make it up to you."

I was standing in the shower with my face turned up to the nozzle and was just starting to get used to the hot water when I felt Debbie's arms wrap around me from behind and she gently started massaging my dick. After a few seconds she said "Well, someone is happy that I'm back home."

"You have no idea." I said turning around, bending down and kissing her firmly. Her hand had never stopped moving and as our kiss intensified so did her strokes.

"Debbie, Honey, stop! If you don't, you're going to be waiting for at least a half an hour before I can do anything for you." I moaned as her hand kept up its pace.

"Not really." She said looking down at her hand working over my dick. "I've got options."

"Really?" I said surrendering to what she was doing to me.

"Absolutely. Three of them to be precise."

"Really?" I asked looking down and enjoying the show she was giving me.

She had spread her legs slightly and was running her free hand between them. Looking up at me she winked and then said, "One, I can use my vibrator while you watch."

"Two, you can go down on me and find out if I have a plug in my ass or not." she added stepping in closer to me.

"Three, I can take my vibrator to Kristi's room and leave the doors open so you can listen to us. Any one of those should cut ten to fifteen minutes off your recovery time." she said as she lowered her head to my dick and took it in her mouth. I lasted all of thirty seconds before I came so hard that I slumped against the wall of the shower.

"Besides," she said, reaching for the soap and lathering up her boobs, then moving her soapy hands up to my chest, "we both know none of that is going to happen, don't we?"

"Uh huh." I said gasping for air.

"What you're going to do is dry us both off, take my hand, lead me into the bedroom, pick me up, lay me on our bed and then make love to me. What happens in our home and in our bed, stays in our home and in our bed and nobody gets to share my big brother with me; I don't care how well she can eat pussy."

"Good to know." I replied honestly.

Seriously, our relationship was just that: ours. I knew that Debbie and Kristi would always be close friends, they had too many secrets between them to be anything but that. The teasing and taunting would always be there between us and between them. But deep down inside I knew I would never risk losing Debbie's trust by banging her best friend, even with her consent.

So, I did exactly what she wanted me to do. I dried her off, led her into the bedroom, picked her up, laid her down gently on the bed and made love to her. We started off slowly and I had no plan to speak of for the rest of the evenings activities.

I know she had at least two orgasms while I was going down on her and at least one more while I was inside her pussy. She was wetter than I had ever seen her. Maybe it was that Kristi was right next door and the excitement of that or some residual of her arousal during the storm had affected her in some way. It could have well been a combination of the two, either way, I wasn't going to question it.

I was starting to feel my balls tighten up and I pulled out of her to try and prolong the inevitable. When I started to put my dick back in her pussy she shifted her hips a bit and the head of my dick was resting against her asshole instead. Then she reached for the tube of lube on the bedside table.

"Are you sure?" I asked softly.

"Yes." she hissed, digging her nails into my back. "Just go slow."

She grunted as I pushed into her and as the head of my dick slid further in I paused to let her get used to the girth.

"Oh God." she moaned, twisting her head around on the pillow, "Please, give me a second."

After a moment she pushed her hips down a little and I sank in a bit further.

"God, it feels so fucking big Mike."

"Want me to stop?" I whispered in her ear.

"No!" she said softly. "More. Deeper."

I kept working myself into her until I was completely inside her ass.

"Debbie, I'm not going to last much longer." I said.

"That's okay Lover, neither am I." she responded as she started to move her hips. "Just fuck me. Stop making love and do my ass. Hard."

Who in their right mind can refuse an offer like that? I did what the lady asked. I lifted her hips up and slowly started fucking her ass. I wanted to give her a little bit of time to adjust.

"No! Harder! I want it rough!" she moaned loudly.

I did what she asked, and meeting me thrust for thrust, we came at the same time. She was biting her pillow to keep from screaming but I didn't have that option and when I came I groaned loudly, very loudly.

We lay still for a few moments afterward, with my dick softening inside her. As our breathing returned to normal, I slowly pulled out and then rolled over. She snuggled into my shoulder and kissed my cheek then said, "God I hope Kristi is asleep. We were a little bit too loud for comfort there."

"Yeah, well, if she is going to be living here, she needs to get accustom to it. And if not, maybe you need to take her your vibrator." I mumbled sleepily.

Debbie giggled and then said, "She has her own and she probably needs it because I don't plan on stopping."

"Good to know." I whispered as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up at eight the next morning, tossed on a tee-shirt and some jeans and stumbled barefoot into the kitchen looking for coffee. I had taken the rest of the week off at Debbie's insistence and looking back on it, I'm very glad that I did. I learned a lot that week, a lot about myself and about us as a couple.

As I filled my cup I wondered where Debbie and Kristi were at. Kristi's bedroom door had been open when I passed by it and she wasn't in there. I walked into the den and looked on the back porch. They were sitting at the table, laughing at something one of them had said. Coffee in hand, I walked out to join them.

"Good morning ladies." I said with a grin on my face, in a voice that sounded way more chipper than I felt. I paused and kissed the top of Debbie's head as I walked by and then did the same to Kristi.

"How are my Galley Wench and Bilge Rat doing this morning?"

"Bilge Rat? BILGE RAT!" Kristi piped up glaring across the table at me.

"Deck Monkey?" I asked innocently as I pulled out a chair and sat down.

Debbie howled with laughter.

"DECK, what do you see in this guy?" Kristi asked her from across the table.

My sister smiled at her, shrugged her shoulders and slyly grinning over her coffee cup said, "Well, for one thing, he's hung like a mule."

For the record, it is possible to choke on and spit a mouthful of coffee well over ten feet, if you have the proper incentive. After I recovered, and they had stopped laughing at me I asked, "So are there any plans for the afternoon and evening after Jared gets here?"

"Not really, we were just going to kick around here. Why?" Debbie answered.

"Well, I was thinking; its suppose to warm up to the upper sixties or lower seventies this afternoon so why not go out on the Deborah Jo? We could grab stuff for dinner and breakfast on the way there and overnight. Then come back in early tomorrow morning and do the last-minute shopping for Thanksgiving dinner. One last cruise to end the season before I winterize her. What do you think?

"That would be so cool!" Kristi responded. "I don't think Jared has ever spent a night on a boat before."

"Lower seventies huh?" Debbie said smiling. "One last chance to catch some sun on the lake. I'm all for it!"

"Well pack accordingly, it will be in the forties tonight." I reminded them.

"Perfect snuggle weather." Debbie responded with a gleam in her eyes.

"Yes, it is." Kristi responded quickly.

I left them setting on the porch and went inside to grab a second cup of coffee and grab a quick shower. I remember thinking to myself, this is going to be an interesting week.

Jared showed up a little before noon driving an older model truck and after the introductions were made we packed a few overnight bags and headed out. A quick trip to a local grocery store for food and other essentials (wine for the ladies and for dinner) and my newfound crew of merry misfits arrived at the marina and started getting ready to head out. This late in the year the store at the marina was closed but I made a mental note to get a good enough picture of Kristi so that I could have her a Bilge Rat shirt made when it opened next Spring. Yeah, I know it was wrong, but sometimes a guy needs to make a statement.

For once the forecasters got it right and by two that afternoon it was seventy-two degrees and absolutely beautiful outside. We didn't have a plan, so I just puttered north up the river and when we came to a big enough cove, I pulled the throttles back and drifted in to a stop, dropped the anchor and shut down the engines. Debbie stood beside me looking at the sun pad with a faraway look in her eyes.

"Go ahead." I said giving into the inevitable.

"You really don't mind?"

"Topless? No. But that's as far as it goes today." I said firmly.

"I love you Mike." She said smiling and wrapping her arms around me.

"I love you too Deborah."