3 comments/ 65590 views/ 10 favorites Deckhand By: JimBob44 She looked at the forty eight foot long sailboat, admiring its rich mahogany luster. The twin masts rose high above her head and she craned her neck to see the tops of them. The sails were furled around the booms as the schooner was still moored in its slip. 'Slick Willie' was stenciled on the side of the boat, letting her know she'd found the right one. Just as she approached, her brother's head popped up and he smiled happily. "Hey Melanie," Percy called out, and then turned to say something to someone that was hidden from her view. Melanie Richards stepped from the wooden platform onto the boat, placing her suitcase on the wooden bench. "Here, let me put that in my bunk," an extremely handsome young man smiled as he reached out to take the suitcase. "Hey, man, watch it!" Percy said testily. "That's my little sister!" "So? You didn't say anything about her being such a foxy little momma," Willie Adams smiled mischievously. "Hey, I'm Willie, Percy's roommate." "You 'Slick Willie?'" Melanie asked. "Nah, that's my dad," Willie laughed. "Yep, yep, I'm a 'junior.' William Adams, Jr." "I'm Cris," Melanie said. "Cut it out," Percy said, rolling his eyes. "You are not." To Willie he said, "She likes to call herself Cris, 'cause she went to some Halloween party all dressed up like Peter Criss and everybody said she looked just like him." "The drummer from Kiss?" Willie asked and smiled, revealing straight white teeth. "Yeah, they're cool." "So, where's Charlie?" Percy asked as he put his sister's suitcase in the cabin in the rear. Melanie smiled; Percy knew that Charles Hebert, her boyfriend, hated being called Charlie. He was such a goof, running around with those Young Republicans, volunteering for campaigns, always dressing up and acting so formal, and insisting that people call him 'Charles' instead of 'Charlie.' She'd be willing to bet he didn't even own a pair of dungarees. If he did, she'd never seen him in them. "Didn't have time for such foolishness," she admitted, then lost her smile. He had thrown a major fit when he found out that she planned on going, even though he wouldn't be there. "One girl?" he spat, face actually turning red. "You're actually even entertaining the idea? One girl? With two men?" "One of which is my brother, you spaz," she yelled. "Exactly," he smirked. ONE of them is. The other is not." "Oh, fuck you, uptight bastard," Melanie had said. The look on his face said it all; he would expect such language from someone of her upbringing. He hadn't said it, but they were probably through. She knew that she was cute enough to land another boyfriend with little trouble. But she'd hoped that Charles would do the right thing after she'd given her virginity to him and marry her, or at least propose marriage. He hadn't, though, and had spent the next three days pretending that the attractive nineteen year old didn't exist. Until his cock got hard again. Then he took her out to Don's Seafood Hut, and then back to his apartment for another five second frenzied thrust into her dry pussy. As soon as he caught his breath, he hustled her out of his apartment and back to the trailer she and her parents shared. "Fuck him," she thought as she went back up topside. "It's Nineteen Seventy Six; I'm white, foxy, and free." "Life jacket," Willie said and Melanie pouted. "How'm I supposed to get a tan with one of them things on?" she asked. "I'm not really worried about you getting a tan," he said. "I am worried about you drowning." "Plus that, 'deckhand,'" Percy said. "You're going to be too busy working to worry about getting a tan." "Yeah, speaking of that, 'first mate,' you were supposed to check the halyard lights, you done that yet?" Willie asked Percy. "Yeah, 'first mate,' you done that yet?" Melanie asked, not knowing what a halyard light was. "Shut up," Percy smiled and began shimmying up the mast. "Hit it," he called down. Melanie craned her neck in apprehension as her big brother squinted at the light perched on top of the mast. "Yeah, it's good," Percy called down then rapidly slid down to the roof of the cabin, then shimmied up the fore mast. "Hit it," he called down. "It is," Willie called back. "Okay, this one's out," Percy said, dug in his shirt pocket and Melanie gasped as he took both hands off the mast to fiddle with the light. "Don't worry, he's fine," Willie laughed. "He's got his legs wrapped around that sucker real tight." "But suppose a wave comes along?" Melanie asked, frightened. "He's fine," Willie assured her. "Okay, hit it again," Percy called out. "How about now?" Willie asked. "Yeah, that did it, Percy said and Melanie let out her breath as Percy's feet again rested on the solid wood of the cabin's roof. When Percy smiled, Willie could see the resemblance between brother and sister. Both had dirty blonde hair, high cheekbones, and brown eyes. Both were pale of complexion, both were slender, although Melanie had slightly large breasts for someone of her slender build, and both were of average height. But when they smiled, the smile started off on the right side of their face and traveled over to the left side, but didn't quite make a complete smile. A crooked smile, some would call it. "Okay, ready to shove off?" Percy asked. "What do I do?" Melanie asked. "You ever were on a sailboat before?" Willie asked. "No, not really," Melanie admitted. "Then sit there and look good," Willie said. "Yeah, like that, good job." "Shut up," Melanie laughed as Willie smiled playfully. "I can't believe Mom and Dad actually let you come along," Percy admitted as he rested his hand on the tiller. "They didn't," Melanie admitted. They had flatly denied her permission and, typical Richards, refused to hear another word that came out of her mouth. If they could have, they would have denied Percy permission, but Percy was out of the house, out from under their roof, out of their grasp. He and Willie were both seniors at the University of Southwestern Louisiana, both living in an apartment just off campus. Percy didn't have to ask for their permission to do anything. "Melanie!" he gasped. She watched the Louisiana coast line as they made their way into the Gulf. "What?" she asked, finally meeting his eyes. "Damn it, Percy! I'm nineteen! I'm not a kid any more!" "Fine, fine, it's your ass that's grass when you get home," he sighed. "Better put on some lotion; you're going to burn," Willie said, tossing the bottle to Percy. "You too," Percy said to Melanie after he'd applied a generous amount of the coconut scented lotion to his arms, shoulders and legs. "Think we're three miles out yet?" Willie asked, after they'd eaten the ham and cheese sandwiches and consumed a few beers. "What?" Melanie asked, looking at the coastline. No, they weren't three miles off the coast; if anything, they were less than a half a mile off the coast. She could clearly see the beach, the occasional house, other boats. "Yeah, I bet we are," Percy agreed. "Good, perfectly legal now," Willie smiled and Melanie gasped as he pulled a plastic bag out of his cut off shorts. "You cool, right?" Willie asked her and she silently nodded her head in agreement. She watched, fascinated as both Willie and Percy smoked the marijuana, obviously having indulged in this before. She hesitated when Willie held out the joint to her. Charles wouldn't approve, that was for sure. "Fuck Charlie," she smiled and gingerly took the soggy paper in her hand. "Okay, suck on it," Willie coached. Now, take a big breath..." Both Percy and Willie laughed as she coughed violently. "...And hold it in for as long as you can," Willie finished as she tearfully handed him the joint. A moment later, she tried again, and was able to hold it a little longer before the coughing fit took over again. "Yeah, you're buzzed," Percy laughed as she sat, not feeling anything, anything at all. She looked at him and tried to focus on him but couldn't. For some reason, she found that very funny and laughed nonstop. "Wait, wait," she gasped, giggled, waved her hands to get their attention and giggled helplessly again. "No, no, y'all, wait! I got to tinkle!" "Come on," Willie laughed and began to walk to the cabin. "Uh uh," Percy said. "I'll show her!" "Somebody better show me," Melanie giggled. "Or I'm going to wet myself right here!" Relieving her bladder on the makeshift bucket commode also relieved her of the giggling fit. "Better?" Willie smiled as brother and sister reappeared from the cabin. "Uh huh," she agreed and looked around her at the beautiful scenery. "It's pretty calm right now," Willie offered. "You still want to get a tan, right now's the best chance you're going to get." "Okay," she happily agreed and shrugged out of the life jacket. Her tee shirt and denim shorts joined the life jacket and she giggled happily as both men groaned in appreciation of her new string bikini. It was a bright red in color; two triangles of red satin looking material covered her D Cup breasts, joined by thin ribbons of red. The bottom was a triangle in front and back, also joined by thin ribbons of red. She put a little wiggle in her strut as she climbed the short ladder to the roof of the cabin. "Shake it but don't break it, 'cause Sears don't make it," Willie encouraged. Better put some lotion on," she awoke as her brother's voice cut into the light slumber. "Get it for me?" she asked and he slathered the lotion onto his hand then applied the slimy liquid to her soft warm skin. "Here," she said and reached behind and unclipped the thin strap. "Damn it, Melanie, don't do that!" he complained but applied the slimy fluid again, and also got her sides. "Thanks," she smiled and went back to slumbering. "Oohh!" she heard two male groans as she unthinkingly lowered her bikini bottom to scratch an itch. She giggled and playfully pulled the bottom further down, exposing a good portion of her buttocks before quickly yanking the bikini bottom back up. "Spoil sport," Willie complained. Dinner was more ham and cheese sandwiches, washed down with more beers. The setting sun painted the Gulf of Mexico pure liquid gold and it was one of the most beautiful sights Melanie had ever seen. Ahead of the boat, the lavender sky was quickly turning to purple and Willie instructed Percy to lower anchor. "We don't sail at night?" Melanie asked. "I don't feel like staying up all night; you?" Willie asked as he and Percy lowered the sails and carefully wrapped them along the boom. "Hope you caught that," Percy called out to her. "'Cause you're doing it tomorrow night." "Wait, what?" Melanie asked, alarmed. "I wasn't watching!" "We'll help you," Willie assured her and brushed against her as he used the cleat to tie down the line. He brushed up against her a lot and she liked it. He was handsome, almost pretty and he smiled at her a lot. Some of his 'brushes' touched her large breasts and tight backside, but she didn't object. "Turn on the running lights," Percy ordered and Melanie playfully saluted him before flipping the switch. "That's right, better salute me," he growled playfully, grabbing her upper arms tightly. "Or what?" she demanded, smiling up at her big brother. "Make you walk the plank," he threatened. He surprised her, delighted her with a quick kiss to her lips before releasing her. Willie raised the rudder and leaned back against the bench. "Anyone in the mood?" he asked, and began rolling a joint. Melanie watched as Willie and Percy did a few tokes, then Willie put the lighted end of the joint into his mouth and motioned her closer to him. He cupped his hand over her mouth and blew a hot stream of the acrid sweet smoke into her mouth. Her nipples sprang into life with the intimate gesture and she reveled in the touch as well as in the smoke itself. She held in the smoke as long as possible, never taking her eyes off of Willie's eyes. Willie pulled the joint out of his mouth and handed it to Percy then leaned over and softly pressed his lips to Melanie's lips. Hungrily, she wrapped her arms around him and jammed her tongue into his mouth. "Damn!" Percy groaned as Willie slipped Melanie's bikini top off, exposing her fleshy breasts and large nipples to his gaze. Her aureole was large, larger than a silver dollar around, and a light brownish red in color. The nipples themselves were as fat as a thimble and stood up a half inch from the fat globes. Melanie sighed contentedly as Willie cupped her breasts, and instead of squeezing them like Charles, actually caressed them, fondled them. Wordlessly, he pulled her to her feet then down into the cabin to the front berth. She watched, fascinated, as he slipped off his tee shirt, then made a production out of sliding his shorts down. Charles just unzipped his trousers, pulled his penis through, and then covered it with a condom. Willie playfully turned around before slipping his briefs off. He had a nice tush. She wondered what kind of underwear Charles wore; boxers or briefs. Her eyes opened wide when he turned back around. His penis wasn't even fully erect and it was easily twice the size of Charles' manhood. He smiled at her and used his hand to stroke it to full hardness. "Like that?" he asked her as he stretched out next to her on the berth. Uh huh," she agreed and then moaned as he worked a finger into her drooling pussy. "And Percy's twice the size of mine," he commented and she groaned aloud as he put his mouth on her wet pussy. She felt the head of his cock press against her lips and opened her mouth. Charles had balked at oral sex, finding the idea disgusting and cited all the bacteria that the human mouth held. "Ah yeah, that's good," Willie moaned as she licked and sucked and nuzzled his prick. "Uh!" she grunted loudly as his mouth sucked her clitoris in. Of course she knew about her clitoris. The few times she masturbated she'd discovered that rubbing that part of her pussy brought almost immediate enjoyment and almost immediate guilt. "Uh!" she grunted even louder and Willie laughed joyfully as she orgasmed. She orgasmed again as he worked his long cock into her tight pussy. He smiled into her eyes as he slowly pulled out of her, then pushed himself in again. He leaned forward and kissed her; softly at first, but the kiss, as did his thrusts, grew in intensity. "You were such a naughty girl out there today," he whispered in her ear as he rolled over, pulling her on top of him, their groins never losing contact. "Huh?" she asked as he thrust deep into her. "Flashing your body at us, teasing your poor brother like that," he went on, hands cupping her small backside. "Oh yeah," she giggled at the memory. "Making him want to feel these beautiful boobs, these beautiful nipples," Willie went on and took her left breast in his right hand. "Yeah?" she asked, relishing the feeling of his manhood deep in her. "Making him want to suck on them," Willie went on and began to suck and lick and gnaw at her hard nipple. His right hand returned to her bottom as he continued his oral assault of her breasts and nipples. "I bet if he were in here," Willie whispered and sucked her lips and began another hungry kiss. "He'd have to slip his Mister Happy in here," he continued and slipped a greasy finger into her rectum. She'd heard of anal sex before but had never even thought of having anal sex. If Charles didn't like oral sex because of how dirty the mouth was, he certainly would not have indulged any curiosity about anal sex. She moaned as Willie fucked the finger in and out of her rectum a couple of times then gasped as he slipped a second thick finger into the tight passage. "Fuck your poor little butt," Willie went on. "And he's got a big Mister Happy; probably hurt going in there; you're so tight." "Uh!" Melanie almost screamed in orgasm. He was being so vulgar, so filthy, suggesting to her that her own brother would want to put his cock in her butt, suggesting that she'd like it. Too much, too much," she moaned as he corkscrewed three fingers in and out of her slightly sore rectum. "Not as much as Percy's cock," Willie whispered and Melanie screamed as she felt the pad sag underneath a new weight. The orgasm wouldn't stop as she felt the pad sag, then felt her brother's hand on the small of her back, then felt his greasy cock head press against her rapidly contracting anus. "No," she protested weakly then cried out as his cock forced its way into her clenched anus. His large hands kneaded her breasts and Willie whispered and crooned in her ear when he wasn't distracting her with hot kisses. She felt light-headed as yet another orgasm pummeled her insides. "Son of a bitch!" Percy sighed as his pubic hair rested firmly against her cheeks. "Aiee!" she screamed loudly and blacked out. She came to and felt Willie's hot mouth sucking and licking at her pussy and her anus, sucking the juices that flowed freely from her gaping holes. She blinked, then watched as Percy sucked and slurped on Willie's cock. Willie noticed that she had come to and gently pushed her head toward Percy's flaccid cock. She hesitated for a moment, looking at his slimy cock. Flaccid, it was still larger than Charles' cock had ever been; how had that monster fit into her tiny backdoor? She giggled in her throat as she heard her brother groan when her mouth sucked at his filthy cock. "Fuck yeah!" Willie yelled and filled Percy's sucking mouth with his come. Melanie sucked and stroked her brother's cock, amazed at how large it was when it was fully erect. "Fuck me," she heard Willie beg and Percy gently pulled her mouth from his cock. She watched as Percy knelt between Willie's splayed legs and the two roommates kissed deeply as Percy slid inch after inch into Willie's rectum. "Son of a bitch," Willie groaned. Willie screamed out loud as Melanie took his cock into her mouth and sucked him while her brother fucked him. "Give me that hot pussy," Willie urged and pulled her crotch over his mouth. "Uh!" she groaned as he punished her clitoris with his teeth. She came to, sandwiched between two lovers. Pale gray light filtered into the small cabin. The rocking of the boat made her aware of how full her bladder was and she groaned, stiff and sore from the night's activity. She tried not to, but both men woke up as she slithered out from between them. "Morning," her brother said and thrust his tongue into her mouth. "I have to tinkle," she whispered urgently. "Uh huh," he smiled, rubbed her face lovingly, then released her. When she exited the small room, she did not see the two in the cabin, so she dressed quickly and went topside to find them. Both were standing in the cockpit, merrily urinating into the water. "Go put some clothes on," she laughed and ordered them. "Suppose someone sees us?" "Who cares?" Willie smiled and playfully shook his manhood at her. "Yeah, who cares?" Percy asked. "I do," Melanie said. "Plus that, suppose you get it all sunburned?" "Okay, fine," they both playfully grumbled, then made her scream as they grabbed her and pulled her back down into the boat with them. She looked into her brother's eyes as he slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy, then sank it back into her pussy. Behind him, Willie thrust his cock in and out of Percy's bowels. "I love you," she said and Percy smiled and kissed her deeply. She groaned as she had both Percy's and Willie's weight on top of her, even though Percy was trying to brace himself on his elbows. "Aw, shit!" Percy cried out and Melanie felt her brother's hot semen flood into her pussy. Deckhand "Oh," Willie groaned and spurted heavily into Percy's tight anal passage. "Fuck!" he said as he looked at his watch. "Eleven thirty! We'll never make it to North Carolina in time at this rate!" "Then get off me," Percy said, laughing. A Good, steady breeze helped and Melanie marveled at how the boat actually seemed to just skim right over the waves with hardly a murmur or sway. She finished her sandwich and sipped her beer, safe and secure in her brother's loving embrace. She leaned her back into his muscular chest and he kissed the top of her head. "I love you," he whispered into her ear and she sighed in contentment. Charles had said 'I love you' a couple of times, almost as an obligation. She had echoed the words, as a social performance. But when Percy said it, she knew he meant it. Brother and sister had grown up in a violent, alcoholic home. Mom and Dad were both mean drunks that were quick to raise a fist to their two children. When Percy was eleven and Melanie eight, the state of Louisiana Child Protection Services stepped in and removed them from the trailer; Melanie's Physical Education teacher had noticed the severe welts on Melanie's painfully thin thighs. "They bad, we spank them," Frank had bellowed "With an electric cord?" the black woman had asked, shaking her head in disapproval. "I ain't letting no God damned n*gger tell me how to raise my kids," Doris had spat at the woman. The foster homes were even worse than the trailer and both Percy and Melanie were actually relieved to be returned to the dilapidated trailer after seven months in the system. There had been no foster homes that could take both brother and sister, so they'd been split up for the seven months. Melanie's foster home had been overcrowded and the foster family, the Allidals spent every penny the state gave them on themselves. Food, clothing, and sleeping spaces were fought over by the foster children. "Oowee!" Mr. Allidal said to Melanie. "When you start getting you some titties, you going to be one good looking little honey!" Percy never said anything about what happened at his foster home. He'd been quiet, studious before and returned just as quiet and studious. For their part, Frank and Doris learned to administer their beatings to areas not readily visible. No, 'I love you' wasn't said often, except between brother and sister. "I love you too," she whispered happily as his arms tightened around her. "Whew, I stink," Melanie announced as they watched the sun come up. "Yeah?" Willie smiled and made a show of sniffing her. ""Stop it!" she giggled and slapped him. "Baby, there's only one way to get clean on this sailboat," Percy smiled and also made a show of sniffing her. "I'm not jumping into the water," Melanie protested. "I seen that movie with that shark." "No, no, we'd have to stop the boat for you to do that," Willie said. "No, you take a sun shower," Percy smiled, bringing out a large black plastic bag. "A what?" Melanie asked. She watched as Willie and Percy lowered the bag over the side, then pulled up a large amount of sea water. "Then we hoist it up," Percy explained. "Let the sun heat it up, and you shower out here. "Oh cool," Melanie laughed. She laughed happily as Percy groaned. He was watching her slide the bar of soap over her body and she had to admit, she was putting on a show for his pleasure. She took the bar of soap, bent over, and generously soaped her buttocks. "That's it, Baby, get that fine whit ass nice and clean," Percy called out. She squeezed the warm sea water out, rinsing the soap suds off of her body and turned around to face him again. She raised her arms above her head, displaying her now clean body for his approval. She watched as Willie sucked at Percy's cock. Percy smiled and nodded his approval of her cleanliness. "Save me some of that," she warned Willie as Willie's head sped up it's bobbing on Percy's large cock. "Any water left?" Willie asked and guided the head of Percy's cock to her sucking mouth. She shook her head no and he playfully pinched her buttock. "Bitch!" he laughed and clambered up to get the bag. "Here you go," Percy warned and lovingly ran his fingers through Melanie's hair. "Mmph!" she coughed as his thick semen began to spurt heavily into her mouth. "Think I need a shower?" Percy asked her and she sniffed at his armpits. "Uh huh," she agreed. "And a shave." The water began to get choppy and Willie hurriedly finished his shower and scrambled back to the safety of the cockpit. "Life jackets," he ordered and the trio shrugged into their tee shirts, shorts and life jackets. "Get in," Percy ordered her as the rain began to pelt the boat. "What? Why?" she asked. In answer, a flash of searing light was seen and almost instantaneously, the boom of thunder was heard and felt. "That's why," Percy ordered. She felt nauseous as the waves and wind tossed the boat to and fro. Percy had told her that there was very little chance of the boat capsizing; it was a tri-keel, but a tri-keel could still sink. Her nausea gave away to fear as the waves picked up in intensity and began lifting the boat out of the water. Gravity would pull the boat back down and the loud, reverberating 'Thud' made it sound as if the boat would splinter apart. Hours later, the storm abated and an exhausted Willie and Percy stumbled down the steps into the boat and she ran and hugged Percy tightly. He held her tightly as she sobbed in relief. She understood the difference between sex and love; Percy held her all night long. Held her while she slept against him. It could not have been a comfortable position for him, but she slept soundly, peacefully. "Good morning," she whispered to him and eased herself on top of him. "Good morning," he agreed ass she slipped him into her wet pussy. She did not orgasm but did sigh contentedly as he stiffened and shot stream after stream of semen into her. "Got to tinkle," she murmured and then giggled as he held her tightly. "Come on, let me go." "Come on," he said and got out of the berth with her. "Percy, what are you..." she asked as he pulled her into the small closet where the makeshift commode was. He sat down on the commode and pulled her on top of his lap. He eased his resurging erection into her pussy then kissed her. "Go ahead, he urged. "Tinkle." She looked into his eyes then shuddered as a mild orgasm rippled through her. This was so nasty, so vile; he was asking her to pee on it. "Oh yeah," he murmured as her warm urine began to flow out of her, wetting his pubic hair and dribbling off of his heavy testicles. "Oops," she gasped then giggled as a turd pushed out of her bowels and plopped onto the bottom of the bucket. "Finished?" Percy asked her and she nodded her head. "Okay," he said and wiped her bottom clean. "Don't ask me to suck that thing until you clean it," she laughed. She knew, though, if he did ask her to, she would suck it, she would lick her own urine from him. "Nope," he smiled and eased her off of his lap. She stood, kissed him happily, and then left the small closet. "Man, that storm was a God send!" Willie announced. "We're still on course, AND we're right on schedule!" Melanie assisted in hoisting the sails and in cleating the ties down. "Getting to be a hell of a deckhand there," Willie praised. "Whole lot better than Candy, that's for sure," Percy agreed. "Who's Candy?" Melanie asked, suddenly very jealous. "Don't worry; you'll meet her when we get to North Carolina," Willie said. "Who's Candy?" she hissed to Percy. "Willie's fiancé," Percy said, smiling at her jealousy. "Oh?" Melanie asked. "She knows about.. About you two?" "No, no she doesn't," Percy agreed. He pulled her close to him in a loving embrace. "And she doesn't have to, does she?" he asked. "Does she?" he asked again when she did not answer him. "No, probably not," she finally relented. "How come she didn't come with Willie then, if they're engaged?" "Because there's no one out here to tel her five hundred times a day how foxy she is, how gorgeous she is, how smart she is," Willie called out. "That's what I love about you," Percy said to her. "You don't need all that shit to feel good about yourself." "No, but it's still nice to hear every now and then," she agreed. "Okay, you are so foxy," Percy started. "Shut up," she smiled and kissed him. "Not now, goober." Percy availed himself of the sun shower and Melanie admired his muscular frame as Willie showed her how to steer the rudder of the ship. He explained to her that a sailboat does not go in a straight path, but rather had to 'tack,' form side to side, in a zig zag pattern. He smiled up as Percy rinsed the lather from his body and wrapped the towel around his mid-section. "See?" he pointed out. "That's another reason Candy's not out here; there's not a hotel with a fully functioning shower and a king sized bed and room service. "Then why you want to marry her?" she asked and wiggled her butt against the erection she could feel in his shorts. "Because she is so fucking fine!" Willie whooped. "I mean, she's a knock out! Her tits ain't as big as yours, but they're still real nice, and she shaves her box, and she's got..." "Okay, okay, got it," Melanie snapped, jealous of this unknown girl. "Hey!" she protested when she looked over her shoulder to see Willie and Percy in a sixty nine, sucking and stroking each other's cocks. "Steer the ship," Willie demanded and resumed stroking Percy's cock. "Ass hole," she muttered and then smiled as she felt the tug of the rudder. She was getting it, getting the hang of finding the breeze that would propel them along. She checked the compass again and saw that they were right on course. Percy came up behind her, hugged her to him and lovingly cupped her breasts in his hands. "Love you, Baby," he said into her ear. "Love you too," she admitted and put her left hand over his left hand and pressed it to her breast. "Feel my heart beating for you?" "Mm hmm," he agreed. "Beautiful heart. Beautiful Melanie." Willie steered the boat as Melanie and Percy shared a joint, then ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. "Ew, peanut butter and beer don't taste too good together," Melanie said, making a face. "Yeah, told butt head there we needed some Dr. Pepper too," Percy agreed. "I forgot, all right, just shoot me, why don't you?" Willie protested. "Next time, let me go shopping," Melanie offered. Percy tugged at her hair, which just reached the tops of her shoulders and she smiled up at him. "There probably won't be a next time," Percy smiled sadly. "We're graduating next semester; if I can pull eighteen hours." "Really?" she asked, surprised. "So soon?" "So soon? That ain't what I been telling myself," Percy laughed. "College is a bear!" "And then what?" Melanie asked, suddenly afraid, suddenly realizing this idyllic tableau was to be short-lived. "Then it's off to Tampa Bay, Florida!" Percy said excitedly. "See, I signed on with Cox Cable; they're this cable television service provider and they..." "Now who in their right mind would PAY to watch television?" Melanie asked, parroting what she'd heard their mother and father say. "I mean when you can get television for free?" "Cable television has clarity, stability, I mean, unless you LIKE having to fight with them rabbit ears all the time," Percy said and kissed her ear. "And there are so many more choices. Ever sit there and say 'there's nothing on?' Well, with cable you'll never have to say that again." "And then I'll be alone," Melanie thought, feeling tears begin to pool in her eyes. She helped with trimming the sails and beamed under their praise. The lavender sky gave way to the velvet blackness, with their occasional diamonds overhead. Percy lay her back on the bench and combed his fingers through her hair as they shared a joint. Willie pulled her feet into his lap and the trio smoked the joint while the two men touched, caressed and petted her. When the joint was finished, they pulled her to her feet and into the boat. She came to with Willie's cock thrusting in and out of her raw rectum as Percy's cock slowly rocked in her pussy. She smiled down at Percy as he made love to her breasts with his mouth and hands. She came to on her hands and knees, Percy's cock battering her backdoor, while Willie's cock filled her mouth. Again, she came to and found herself sandwiched between the two men. Their light snoring filled her ears. She kissed Percy's chest, then drifted off to sleep again. "Life jackets on," Willie warned as they approached the North Carolina coastline. He used the radio to contact his father and gave the estimated time of arrival. She helped bring the sails down and lashed the booms secure wile Willie switched on the outboard motor so that they could troll to the slip. "That," Percy said, pointing to a beautiful fiberglass boat that was nearly the same size as the 'Slick Willie.' "That's the boat I want." "And I can be a deckhand?" Melanie asked, fighting back the tears. "Absolutely," Percy agreed, not noticing her tears. It was so stupid of her to be crying. Percy was supposed to move away and find himself a 'Candy' and get married and have kids. She was supposed to stay at home until she found herself a 'Charles' or, if she was lucky, a 'Willie' and get married and have kids. She wasn't supposed to cling onto Percy, wasn't supposed to cry just because he wanted to leave. She saw the blonde and hated her. The girl was almost six feet tall, with flawless hair, flawless skin, flawless nails, and flawless teeth. Her denim shorts were cut offs, but they were the manufactured cut offs, each leg just exactly the right length. Her blouse was a nautical one, going perfectly with the deck shoes she wore on her impossibly small feet. Melanie Richards, this is Candy," Candy Delong." "Yes, THE Delongs," Percy said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "How do you do?" Candy asked in a flawless voice. "Good, good, you?" Melanie asked, fighting the urge to knock the plastic bitch out. If Candy heard her, she did not respond; instead launched into a litany of complaints about the way the slip smelled, the boat smelled, Willie smelled, the long walk from the car to the slip, how dirty everything was. She looked pointedly at Melanie and would have surely commented on the way Melanie smelled or looked if Percy hadn't glared at her. William Adams, Senior came at a fast stride, cutting Candy's list of complaints short. She was very attentive to Willie's father, and Melanie wondered if Willie noticed as well. "He gave me two hundred dollars!" Melanie whispered to Percy as the man disappeared into the boat. "Same here," Percy smiled and showed her the two one hundred dollar bills. "Good, good, looks like y'all kept it in good shape," Willie Senior said, then left. "Please tell me you are going to take a shower," Candy immediately launched back into her true self as soon as the Senior Adams was out of ear shot. She did not take any of the various containers that came out of the hold and hampered Willie's ability by clinging onto his arm as they walked the long maze of wooden strips and steps. Behind them, Melanie and Percy struggled with the ice chest and four suitcases. Candy's nonstop harangue floated back to them and Melanie pantomimed Candy's yakking. Percy jostled the ice chest with is hip, knocking it into Melanie's hip. She looked over at him and he smiled wryly but shook his head no. Melanie giggled. Candy whirled around, green eyes wide and fearful. Melanie looked into the frightened little girl's eyes and realized, even as beautiful as the girl was, even as perfect as she was, she hated having anyone laugh at her. Melanie lost her smile and the foursome continued the long trek from boat slip to shore. "This?" Melanie asked in awe as Candy popped the trunk on the Mercedes-Benz. "Yes; what's wrong with it?" Candy demanded, her fear replaced now with anger. How dare this, this trailer park trash laugh at her? "Nothing," Melanie said as she and Percy hefted the load they carried and stowed it into the trunk. "Never been in a Mercedes-Benz before; that's all." "Oh," Candy said, then smirked. "Well, this is one of the finest automobiles available..." Melanie tuned her out as Candy prattled on and on about the luxury car. "Dinner tonight?" Percy repeated Willie's question and Melanie agreed. "But only if I can take a decent shower first," she added. His mother was out of town; neither one of the Adams bothered to explain where she was, jus that she was out of town. "Here, you'll be staying in Nancy's old room; she's at Georgia Tech," William Senior smiled and showed Melanie a room that was almost as large as the trailer she and her parents lived in. "And you have your own bathroom here. Willie and Percy'll be staying in Willie's room; that's downstairs." "And your room?" Melanie asked, uncomfortable with the idea of being alone upstairs with the man. "Hmm?" William wrinkled his brow, then focused on the girl. "Me? Oh, no, no, I'm not staying here tonight; you kids get too loud and rowdy for an old fart like me. Y'all have fun, don't worry about me." Nancy's blouse was fine silk, but was ill fitting, smashing Melanie's breasts almost painfully. She was glad she'd packed a pair of khakis though. "Yeah, Miss North Carolina," Willie said. "Shut up," Candy protested, then confided to the group. "I was second runner-up, and Willie knows that." "You were... Good God, the winner must have been unbelievable!" Melanie said. Candy regarded the other girl for a moment to see if the girl was being sarcastic or not. "I've got to visit the little girl's room," Candy announced and waited for Melanie to concur. Melanie did not need to go to the bathroom and saw no reason to tag along. Candy obviously saw this as a rebuff and left the table with a huff. "So the madam yells out 'Hey Harry, the dead one's full again!'" Willie said and the three burst into raucous laughter. Candy heard the laughter and her blood turned ice cold, then boiling mad. How dare they laugh at her? "Oh, Candy, Candy, you missed it," Melanie said, got to her feet, pulled the girl by her hand to her own seat and then repeated the vulgar joke for the insecure beauty queen. "That's disgusting!" Candy shrieked. By the end of the meal, Candy realized that Melanie was sincere in her attempts to include Candy in the conversation, was not threatened by the other girl and actually let her guard down. "Watch, watch," Candy said, after her eighth glass of wine. "This is what I did for my talent competition." "Oh my, that's beautiful," Melanie encouraged as Candy danced around the living room to a classical tune pouring from the high fidelity stereo. "Yeah, yeah, yay, Candy," Willie said rudely, drunk from all the wine. "Shut up," Melanie spat, slapping Willie hard on his arm. "That's beautiful and you know it. Or are you just jealous that you can't do that?" "Uh huh, that's it, you know it," Willie sneered. "What did you sleep in on the boat?" Candy asked as Melanie crawled ion the bed, nude. "My birthday suit," Melanie answered simply and lay down. "In front of your brother?" Candy asked, aghast. "Same thing he slept in," Melanie admitted. "Good night." "And what did Willie sleep in?" Candy asked, suspicious. "Don't know, didn't ask," Melanie said truthfully. "Usually he slept in me," Melanie thought, but was too tired to fight. "Hmmph, I'll bet," Candy grumbled and rolled over. "Yeah, I got my pilot's license last year," Willie assured them as they loaded onto the single engine Cessna. Deckhand Melanie smiled and waved good bye to Candy, who stood outside of the Mercedes, waving good bye to the trio. "I don't know how you did it; she is such a stone crazy bitch," Percy complemented her. "No she's not," Melanie said, frowning. "Y'all just don't understand her." "I fucked her plenty," Percy said. "I understand her fine." "Did she do both of y'all at the same time?" Melanie thought, watching the ground rush by underneath the plane. "Or am I the only slut did that?" "I'm coming home with you," Percy said. "I'm sure Mom and Dad'll have plenty to say about you disappearing for a couple of weeks." She let him drive her car, resting her hand on his muscular thigh. When they pulled up in front of the trailer, they smiled nervously at each other, then got out of the car. "So, you think you can just waltz in here like nothing ever happened, huh?" Doris snapped. "This is a good Christian home," Frank thundered dramatically. "Since when?" Percy said. Frank and Doris had seen the movie 'Rosemary's Baby,' and had been so frightened that they went to church the next Sunday and professed their faith in the blood of the Lamb that had washed away their sins. "I am so fucking glad Jesus forgives you," Percy sneered. "What about us?" "Watch your mouth, boy," Frank ordered and moved to slap Percy. He lay on the floor, groaning. "Huh?" Percy screamed at him. "What about us? Ever think about asking US to forgive you?" "Forgive us? For what?" Doris shrilled. "For what?" Percy screamed back. "I'll fucking show you for what!" He grabbed his mother by a handful of her prematurely gray hair, pulled her to the gas stove and turned it on. "Remember this, mother?" Percy screamed in her face, grabbing her hand. "Remember giving me this fucking scar on my hand?" "No!" Doris screamed, terrified. "No, Percy, don't!" Melanie begged. "Now you understand? Huh?" Percy screamed in his mother's face, then roughly shoved her away. "Please, Percy, stop it," Melanie begged, but Percy pushed her out of his way. "How about this one?" Percy yelled, ripping the electric cord out of the wall socket. "Think you might want to ask us about this?" Frank screamed as the thin cord lashed at his pudgy legs. "No, no, I ain't doing this right, am I?" Percy screamed, grabbed Frank's trousers and jerked them down, baring the man's saggy briefs. "No!" Frank screamed and tried his best to scramble away as Percy viciously lashed out with the cord. "Feel good?" Percy screamed, lashing frantically as Frank attempted to crawl, stand, and pull his pants up, all at the same time. "No more, Percy, please, no more," Melanie sobbed, standing between her father and her brother. "Go get your stuff," Percy said to her. "I ain't leaving you here with these animals." "You're the animal," Doris shrilled, then cowered as Percy raised the electric cord. Willie did not ask any questions as Percy and Melanie entered the apartment. He just smiled and went back to studying the Anthropology textbook. "So, um, how long I'm staying here?" Melanie dared ask as Percy rearranged his closet for her few clothes. "Forever," Percy said, pulling her into his arms. "I love you; what we had on that boat, I are never letting you go." "You better mean that," Melanie said, holding him tightly. "Uh uh, lose this," Percy ordered as she pulled a sleep shirt on. "Okay," she agreed readily and stripped. "Those are the most beautiful...what size are they anyway?" Percy asked as he hefted her breasts in his hands. "Thirty eight, D, well they're double D during..." she lowered her voice. "THAT time of the month." And this fine little white ass?" he asked as he cupped her backside. "Waist is twenty six, hips are thirty," Melanie said, wiggling her butt for his hands. "Why? Like it?" "Love it," he said. "Um, you said you fucked Candy plenty," Melanie dared broach the subject. "Yeah, last Christmas, remember?" Percy said, cuddling her tightly. "I didn't come home?" "Yeah, I remember," Melanie agreed. "I cried the whole time." "Oh, Baby, baby, I'm so sorry; I didn't know," Percy said, kissing her face several times. "Anyway, Candy shows up and she's trying to make Willie jealous and I may be a dumb white boy, but I ain't stupid so when she shakes that ass in my face, I went for it." "And if she shakes it in your face again?" Melanie asked, unable to keep the venom at bay. "I'll just have to tell her to shake it somewhere else, I ain't interested," Percy admitted. "Anyway, it did make Willie jealous, but not in the way Candy wanted. That's when Willie and I started fucking around." After Percy's graduation, Melanie and Percy moved to Tampa Bay and set up house as husband and wife. Willie moved there as well after he graduated. Candy made the drive from North Carolina often; having no job or schooling to hinder her travels back and forth. Melanie was religious about taking her birth control pills, but even the religious can have slips or lapses in faith. She was horrified to discover that she was pregnant. Percy was worried, but supportive. Abortion however was out of the question. Percy doted on her, rubbing her swollen feet at night, rubbing her swollen belly, rubbing her very swollen breasts. That often resulted in his cock becoming swollen as well. Melanie loved the fact, even fat and swollen and miserable, she still had that effect on her man. "After the baby is born," Melanie giggled as Percy thrust in and out of her pussy, "only anal, you hear? We ain't taking any more chances." "Well, you're in the right position," Percy laughed and cupped her breasts in his hands as he drove into her. "Yeah?" Melanie giggled. "Well, I like this position anyway." If Candy thought anything was wrong with the fact that Melanie was pregnant with her brother's baby, she did not let it show. Melanie protested as the beautiful Candy dragged her from maternity store to baby boutique to maternity store to baby boutique. "But I don't need any more dresses!" Melanie said. "But this color is YOU," Candy protested and held it up to Melanie. "Oh yeah, we're getting this." Candy and Willie were the godparents of Karyn Richards, Melanie and Percy's daughter. In secret, Melanie scrutinized Karyn for any signs of genetic malformations as so many people liked to joke about in incestuous relations. But the child seemed to be perfect. "Love," Melanie decided. "That must be the secret. Love." Percy finally admitted that he had loved it when Melanie was pregnant with their baby. Yes, he had worried about birth defects, but knew, no matter what, their baby would be loved. Candy begged Melanie to be one of the ten bridesmaids at the wedding of Candace Emily Delong and William Andrew Adams, Junior. Melanie was the only bridesmaid that was under five feet, ten inches tall, and the only one in the wedding photographs that did not look like she was on a fashion shoot. Her smile of happiness was genuine and people that admired the photographs often commented on the 'short bridesmaid.' Melanie and Percival Richards were the godparents of William 'Trey' Adams the third, Emily Adams and Melanie Adams. Melanie stopped taking her birth control pills after Melanie Adams was born, secretly hoping for another child for the man she loved. Besides, the six year old Karyn was asking for a baby brother or sister. Willie Adams became ill with a strange virus and confided to Percy that he'd been cruising the gay bars of Tampa Bay, as well as picking up an occasional male prostitutes. Candy did not find out about her husband's double life until the doctor diagnosed her with the AIDS virus. "You know," Candy whispered as Melanie sat next to the hospital bed. "I heard once you can't get into heaven unless someone here on earth loves you." "Then you're getting into heaven," Melanie said, tears trickling down her face. "'Cause I love you. Love you plenty, you hear?" "I know," Candy said with wonder. "I never figured that out. Why?" "Because, Candy, you're a child. You were always such a beautiful child, A beautiful child of God," Melanie smiled and squeezed Candy's hand. "So beautiful, and yet you never looked down at me or judged me." "I aint too beautiful right now," Candy protested. Her hair had fallen out in patches and her skin was mottled with a hideous rash. "Yes, Candy, yes you are," Melanie assured her. "And yes, yes I did," Candy said, a tear trickling down. "I did judge you and I did look down at you." "Not when you found out I loved you," Melanie said. "Right?" "You gave me this," Candy said, gesturing to the small porcelain music box. "It's my favorite gift I ever got." "It was that song, that song that was playing on the radio when you danced for me," Melanie said. "Every time I heard it, I thought of how happy you were, dancing around that living room." William and Beatrice Adams said they were just too old to be running around after three children. None of Candy's relatives wanted the 'diseased brats' either. "Now what kind of question is that?" Percy asked his sister as she cuddled up to him. "Where else they going to go?" "Make love to me," Melanie begged softly. They buried Candy next to Willie. It was a beautiful spring day, too pretty for a funeral. There were very few people in attendance; both the Delongs and the Adams believing as the media did that those that contracted AIDS must be somehow to blame, that it was a moral judgment from God on the sinners. "Dance, Candy," Melanie thought as they lowered the box into the ground. "Dance for me." Chance William Richards was born three months later and both Percy and Melanie agreed that five children in one house was plenty. Percy had a vasectomy two days after his sister and lover gave birth to their son. Charles Hebert met Charlotte Leland at a David Trent rally and the two hit it off right away. They were peas in a pod; she refused to be called 'Charlie' as well. On their wedding night she was appalled and disgusted by the things he was suggesting to her and even called her mother to consult with her about the whole ordeal. Her mother convinced Charlotte that sex, as disgusting, as loathsome as it was, was something that men craved. Her best bet was to lay there and let Charles do what he wanted; it would be over quickly enough. They were made for each other. She flopped on her back and sighed impatiently as he slobbered all over her B cup breasts and gritted her teeth as he approached her vagina. A gasp of pain and it was over. Charles Hebert put a forty four magnum in his mouth after losing a bid for the US Senate. Charlotte herded their two daughters to the funeral and put on a good show as the grieving widow. Secretly, she was relieved. Frank and Doris decided that being Christians was a little too hard and returned to the bottle with a vengeance. "And when I saw the name, I didn't even try to wheedle him down in price," Percy was prattling as he led Melanie down the maze of wooden piers. "Just paid him what he was asking. It's a fifty six footer, twin masts, just been fitted with a tri-keel, you're going to love it." "I already do," Melanie giggled, caught up in Percy's enthusiasm. "And I'll be the captain and you can be my First Mate; we got a bunch of deckhands, huh?" Percy said as he squeezed Melanie's hand. "Yep, five little deckhands," Melanie said happily. "And there she is," Percy smiled as he stopped in front of the 'My Sweet Melanie.' The End.