Storiesonline.net ------- Uncle Bob's Charter Boat by Lubrican Copyright© 2010 by Lubrican ------- Description: Mandy has always loved helping out on Uncle Bob's charter boat, but she's even more excited now because this summer she gets to work for him all season. Her first full time charter heats things up. The next one makes Bob's first mate think about her title - in more ways than one. Codes: MF Mf cons rom reluc het inc 1st oral mastrb pett preg nud ------- ------- Chapter 1 Amanda Masters was excited. Finally, school was out and she could make some money again. At sixteen, there were a lot of things she'd like to buy and they were the kinds of things her mother wouldn't buy for her. Well, couldn't, really. Jill Masters would have liked to be able to buy her daughter pretty much anything she wanted, but being a single mother, she just couldn't. Both Jill and Mandy knew that wouldn't be good for her anyway, so neither got too broken up over the fact that they didn't have a lot of money. Both were wise enough to accept it was just the way things were, for the present. Mandy picked up the phone and dialed a number she'd never forget in her whole life. Even if the person who picked up got a new number, she'd remember the old one forever. It was like the combination to the padlock she used on her locker at school ... ingrained into her brain like a brand. "What?" yelled a gruff voice into her ear. There was a lot of background noise, rumbling and wind and other voices in the background. "This is your favorite niece!" she yelled into the phone. "Do I still have a job?" "Of course you have a job," came back that growly voice she loved so much. "I'm going broke without you. What the hell do you want an education for anyway?" he yelled. "I need an education so I can get a real job and make some real money instead of the pittance you pay me," she yelled back gleefully. "I'm ten minutes out from the dock" he yelled. "Get your pretty little ass down to the slip and get ready to help me unload a whole passel of drunk passengers. I don't want any of them falling in the drink at the end of the trip. I might get a tip out of this bunch." Mandy hung up and yelled to her mother that she was going to the docks. "Wear sunscreen!" came the faint yell from the other end of the house. "Kiss your uncle for me!" That would be no problem. Mandy had been kissing her uncle for years. To Mandy, they were just kisses, the same kind her mother gave him every time she saw him. That they were right on his soft, warm lips didn't seem odd to her. He was her uncle ... he was special! From Mandy's viewpoint, Bob might as well have been her father - her mother had never married, and all she'd say about Mandy's real father was "When you're twenty-one I'll tell you about him." Uncle Bob lived right next door to the two of them so she saw him every day he wasn't out on his charter boat. Sometimes those trips could last a week or more, so it was possible to see him only a few times a month. On the other hand, when he wasn't out on his yacht with customers, he spent most of his time at their house, coming and going as if he lived there. It didn't seem odd to Mandy that he often spent the night there, saying something like: "My poor old bones are so tired that I just can't force them to carry me all the way over there." Mandy laughed when he said things like that. To her mind he was the perfect image of some movie star, not old at all, quite handsome in a plain, strong way, with permanent creases left by smiles on a face that was tanned and windblown. But she didn't mind at all that he stayed the night. That usually meant she got to stay up late playing board games with him, or watching a movie. In the winter time, which meant it was only seventy degrees outside, instead of ninety, sometimes he'd roast marshmallows on the grill and make smores out of them while Mandy danced impatiently, waiting to get her fingers all sticky with the sweet dripping of melted marshmallow and chocolate. And, he invariably came to their house to clean up after a cruise, instead of his own. So it wasn't at all strange for Mandy to see him coming out of the bathroom, clad only in a pair of faded boxer shorts, his dark hair wild and still damp from having a towel roughed over his head. His broad shoulders and muscles still firm from a younger life as a wrestler in school were something Mandy was used to seeing. It was then, with him smelling clean and slightly perfumed from the soap, his skin still damp, that his sister and niece would welcome him back from the sea with hugs and kisses as he lifted them off the floor, often twirling them around in a circle while his lips were planted firmly against theirs. Those kisses, and the easy comfortable friendship she shared with him during those relaxed times would have been listed among Mandy's favorite memories, had someone asked her to make a list of them. Then, after eating, usually still clad only in boxers, Bob would search for the list he knew would be on the counter somewhere, the list of things that needed fixing, or needed muscle to get done ... what her mother called "the honey-do list". When he found it, Mandy would pretend to ignore him, knowing that he'd eventually ask her to help him with most of those chores, and that, during the process she'd learn something, and get to use power tools. She loved all of that, but pretended to be horrified at the idea of "having" to work with her uncle. "Okay, pumpkin!" he'd announce. "Time to get your hands dirty." "But Uncle Bob," she'd moan, trying to sound tragic. "I was going to paint my nails!" She'd put on her best pout and add something else to it, like "And my legs ... I haven't shaved them in just years and they're all horrible and hairy. I can't possibly spend time helping you." Bob would snort - Mandy never painted her nails and she had shaved her legs in the shower two or three times a week ever since she was twelve. She had stolen one of her uncle's razors, cutting her legs to ribbons that first time. Then he'd stalk her all over the house as she ran from him, giggling and laughing, until he clamped a hand on her calf and pronounced it soft as a baby's butt. He quite often swatted her butt afterward and told her to behave. Then they'd fix the blinds, or retrieve the lost earring from the trap in the sink, or fix the toilet that ran all the time, or whatever had happened while he was gone that his sister wanted him to take care of when he got back. So it wasn't unusual for both her mother and Mandy to be extra happy to see him if he'd been gone quite a while. For those reasons ... and others Mandy wasn't yet aware of. Thus Mandy looked forward to giving him the "welcome home" kisses that her mother had alluded to by yelling "Kiss your uncle for me." To an outside observer those kisses might have raised an eyebrow, though. They were on the lips, and they weren't little pecks with no meaning. The Masters clan believed in real hugs and real kisses. Mandy didn't know whether she liked kissing her uncle more when he needed a shave, or after he'd taken a shower, shaved and was clean and smooth. She liked, for some reason, the sharp pokes of his whiskers on her cheeks, or when he teased her by digging his chin gently, but firmly, into her neck. She fought him each time, but they both knew her heart wasn't really in it. She squealed and wiggled, but it was more out of some kind of excitement that made her warm all over than it was to fight him off. Her mother seemed to like to kiss him a lot too. But, it had always been that way. Uncle Bob had always given both her and her mother long, strong hugs. Both of them sat on his lap sometimes while they watched movies. Both of them got kisses that, even when she was only eleven had made her feel like she was melting. And, whenever Uncle Bob stayed over, Mandy's mother always went through the same vocal litany of complaints. First she'd complain that the couch was too old and lumpy, and that he'd hurt his back if he slept there, and then she'd probably have to nurse him back to health. Then, since he couldn't sleep on the couch, as she dragged him toward her bedroom, where the big king sized bed was, she moaned that she wouldn't get any sleep that night because of all the wild pigs that would suddenly be snorting around in her bedroom. Uncle Bob had always winked at Mandy and smiled, never saying a word as he was led away by his complaining sister. Mandy had always giggled. She could hear her uncle snoring sometimes through the walls, but her mother seemed to make lots more noise than Uncle Bob ever did. When she was quite young, Mandy had heard moans coming through the wall, and her mother saying things. She had imagined her mother tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep while Uncle Bob snored. The bed springs made it clear that somebody was tossing and turning in there. Later she noticed that the bed springs only did that when Uncle Bob was staying over, but she then ascribed that to HIM tossing and turning, and her mother's unintelligible words as her harping at him to stop. But in the morning Jill Masters was always "bright eyed and bushy tailed", as Uncle Bob said it. She always looked particularly happy, and Mandy came to realize that all that moaning didn't seem to mean anything bad. She had ignored it after that. Habit can make our mental eyes glaze over sometimes. As she grew into a young woman, all those things had happened for as long as she could remember, and they all seemed just as normal to Mandy as opening your eyes in the morning. With her mental eyes glazed over ... she never re-evaluated those bedroom noises. Habit also made her a little less observant than she might have been otherwise. She had never noticed, for instance, that when her mother kissed Uncle Bob, there was always at least a little tongue involved. He patted her mother on the butt a lot, but then he patted Mandy on the butt too. It was just the way things were, and the way they had always been. This was going to be a great summer. Mandy was sure of that. She had turned sixteen, and could drive. That seemed to be sure to open all kinds of doors to freedom, even if she couldn't think of anywhere in particular she wanted to go. And now that she sixteen she could work for Uncle Bob legally and officially. He made a very good living taking rich people out to party or fish, and he made sure that those people had a very good time on his boat. His first mate (only mate, really, ) was an old Mexican man named Manuel, who could cook up the most amazing meals, and who knew how to care for the big Detroit diesel engines in the yacht almost as well as Bob did himself. And Mandy, always eager to learn something and be on the boat, had shadowed Manuel, learning a lot more of what he knew than people might have expected. Manuel, knowing she would be sixteen the next year, had announced that it was high time he go home to Mexico in the summer to visit his daughters and grandchildren for a few months, and suggested that Mandy could handle things while he was gone. Bob had rolled his eyes, while Mandy had danced happily. Oddly enough, she only did her best cooking on the yacht. She almost never cooked gourmet meals at home, unless it was her mother's birthday, or some other special day. Since he was inbound, Mandy didn't put on her bikini under her clothes. She knew her only tasks would be the cleanup variety, and that she wouldn't have any chance to work on her tan. She didn't mind, though. Hard work didn't scare her at all. She was waiting at the dock when the Chris Craft hove into view. She knew that, in fancy lettering on the stern were the words "First Wife," which Bob had named the yacht because he said it took all his money and didn't provide any sex. It was forty-seven feet long, with a fifteen foot beam and only took up four feet of draft. The twin Detroit engines only produced 570 horsepower, but that was plenty, even for ocean going. With three staterooms, two heads, a shower stall that could provide either fresh or sea water and a full galley, it was almost like living at home. Bob had gotten a new generator that was smaller and which allowed him to put an extra hundred gallons of fresh water on board, which meant water didn't have to be rationed unless the boat was going to be out for more than a week. The yacht even had an ice maker and washer/dryer stack. Up on the bridge there were all the bells and whistles that hadn't been there originally, in 1967, when the boat was first launched. With GPS and all the other electronic wizardry that had been invented, Bob could go pretty much anywhere anybody wanted at the drop of a hat. As usual, it looked like he was moving way too fast as he approached the dock. Mandy held her breath as the boat slewed to starboard and the muted thunder of the big diesels roared as he kicked the transmission into reverse. And, as usual, the boat stopped just short of the dock bumpers. Seconds later a rope was thrown to Mandy who tied it down to a bollard on the dock and then ran aft to do the same thing back there. A motorized gang plank emerged from the side of the yacht and, as soon as it was in place the gate at the top opened. Immediately two men, obviously drunk, and a young woman wearing a skirt and blouse tried to disembark. Only the built-in rail on the gang plank saved one of the men from falling in the water as he waved what looked like a bra at the woman. "Marge, dammit, how'd this come off? I don't remember taking it off. I found it on the back of the boat," he slurred. The woman snorted. "You don't remember much of anything do you Roger? It's a good thing you brought Chuck along." The woman, whose blouse turned out to be on inside out when she got close enough for Mandy to see, leaned over and winked at the teenager. "Chuck's better in bed than Roger even when he's drunk!" She giggled and tripped on a gangway cleat, falling against Mandy, who kept her from falling to the dock. The woman struggled to a standing position and tried to straighten her clothing. She leaned toward Mandy. "Too bad I couldn't get Captain Bob in the sack. I bet he'd be even better than Chuck." She laughed again and staggered off toward the shore, followed by the two men. Mandy turned around to see her uncle sauntering down the gang plank. "Captain Bob?" she grinned. He grinned back. "I had to pull rank on her. That woman wanted more coc..." He blushed a little. "That woman wanted more than was on the itinerary," he finished. "Sorry you had to see that." Mandy giggled. She had seen the occasional woman sunbathing nude on the boat in the past, and some men too. "You're being silly. I'm all grown up now Uncle Bob," she stated proudly. "I had my sixteenth birthday while you were out fighting her off." Bob looked startled. "I completely forgot, Pumpkin," he moaned. "I'm so sorry. But I'll get you something nice to make up for it, I promise." "I don't care about that," said Mandy, telling a half truth. "I'm just glad you kept your promise to give me a real job." She admired her uncle's handsome form and remembered her mother's admonition. "Mommy sent you this," she said. She reached for him and kissed him soundly on the lips, holding her body against his. His chest and arms felt hard and his lips were soft against hers. She felt a sudden urge to wiggle against him, but didn't. She pulled back and then said. "And this one is from me." She kissed him again and this time she did wiggle against him. Bob pushed her back reluctantly. "I know you've grown up," he said softly, running his eyes down her body. "I've been watching you grow up." He looked almost uncomfortable. Mandy felt little flutters in her stomach when he looked at her. That was something she'd felt a few times in the past, but mostly when a boy she liked at school talked to her or brushed up against her. Now that she was sixteen she'd also be allowed to date, but wasn't too excited about that because she felt stupid when she was around boys. She didn't know what to say to them, or how to act around them. She'd let herself be lured into dark corners at school dances, and had explored her curiosity to the point of trying a few kisses, but her uncle was the only male she'd ever pressed her body up against. Having that fluttery feeling didn't really bother her with him, though. She had no trouble talking to him. "So when's our next cruise?" she asked. "This afternoon," he responded. "We need to get the boat re-provisioned and fueled up by three. Google Eyes wants to go fishing again." "Google Eyes" was their nickname for a man named Jim Trunion, who had a daughter named Chastity. He always brought her with him when he went fishing. Chastity liked to wear skimpy bikinis, when she wasn't working on her tan. When she worked on her tan she liked to go naked. Since Chastity was only fourteen, that meant they had to wait until they were in international waters before she could caper around naked. When she did, her father stared at her, his eyes bugging out. He had stared at Mandy too several times, which was when she christened him "Google Eyes". He behaved himself, though, and was a frequent and good tipping customer, so neither Bob nor Mandy minded. Bob's rule was that tips were shared by all hands equally. Mandy squinted up at the sun. "He's not going to get much fishing in starting that late," she noted. "He booked an over-nighter this time," said Bob, looking at a shallow cut on his arm that was only half healed. "He never did that before, did he?" asked Mandy. "Nope" said Bob. "Doubles the take, though, so it's fine with me." "Okay," said Mandy. She knew what to do, and bounded up the gangplank to begin doing it. She checked the stores to see what would have to be replenished. Now that she had her license, she wouldn't have to depend on Uncle Bob to take her to the store. He had an old rusty pickup truck parked in the marina parking lot that they used for trips to town. The houses they lived in were only five blocks from the marina, so nobody ever drove back and forth between those two spots. She knew where the key was hidden, so once she had her list together she just took off and got what was needed. By the time she got back Bob had refueled and pumped the water tanks full again. He was, in fact, taking a shower when Mandy returned and started putting things away. She had to make several trips to the truck and was hot and sweaty herself by the time she was done. On her last trip Bob came out of the head, his hair and face covered by the towel he was using to dry off with. He was wearing a pair of hot pink swimming trunks. "Where in the world did you get those?" asked Mandy laughing. "I thought they went well with my skin tones," minced Bob, affecting the typical stereotype of a lisping male homosexual voice. "Don't you think it sets my nipples off nicely?" He cupped the swells of muscle that lay under his brown nipples as if he had huge breasts. Mandy laughed again. "I wouldn't know. I don't look at your nipples. That would make me a pervert, and I'm not a pervert." "Well you should," minced Bob some more. "They're just delicious, you know. Theodore simply adores them." He wiggled his hips and then jumped backwards as Mandy's hand darted forward to grasp one of the nipples under discussion. She held on and he had to lean forward again, howling at the pain. He lunged for her and she backpedaled in the narrow passageway, shrieking and kicking as he lumbered toward her, his hands reaching for her own teenaged swells as if he had pincers, like a crab, instead of human hands. She made it to the galley and grabbed a stainless steel tray out of a wall rack, pulling it over her breasts and flattening them against her body. "Nyah, nyah, nyah nyah nyah." She stuck out her tongue at her uncle and grinned triumphantly. "You think you're clever, don't you little girl?" taunted Bob. His hand darted toward her, but below the tray... way below. He goosed her in the front of her shorts quickly and she squealed, the tray slamming down toward his wrist. But his wrist wasn't there any more. Both wrists ... and both hands ... were suddenly even with her now unprotected breasts. His fingers pinched where he hoped her nipples were and then snapped back toward him before she could react. "Gotcha!" he crowed. "You can't beat experience and speed." "Not fair ... you pervert!" squealed Mandy, trying not to laugh. She began to chant and dance in a circle. "Un-cle Bob's a per-vert, Un-cle Bob's a per-vert." Bob reached out as she turned and swatted her round bottom. "You don't know the half of it little missy," he growled. "Now, we have a paying customer on the way and you have work to do. No more ogling the boss. Get to work!" He left to the sound of Mandy's chant, which had changed to "I don't o-gle per-verts, I don't o-gle per-verts." Bob grinned ... until he realized he was half hard in his trunks. Playing with his niece had been getting more and more stimulating as time passed. She was beginning to look an awful lot like her mother had when she had tiptoed into her big brother's room one night to whine that her date had laughed at her because she didn't know how to jack him off. She had demanded that Bob teach her, and before the lesson was over had ended up flat on her back, naked, with her big brother's boner firmly planted in her belly, spurting its hot load of spunk inside her. Jill had gone out with lots of boys, but none of them measured up to the man who'd taken her virginity. The fact that she'd gotten pregnant was an accident. Bob had been gone to a high mountain survival and equestrian camp for six weeks and Jill got so horny she let one of her dates do what, before this, only Bob had done. She had missed her very next period, a week before Bob had returned. She had cried a lot, thinking that Bob wouldn't have anything to do with her any more. He proved her wrong the first night he was back, holding her while she cried and worried about what their parents would say as well as working through all the other things a pregnant teenager has to deal with when the pregnancy is not planned. The boy who got her pregnant called her a slut when she told him about it. Then, once she had cried and trembled and cried some more and sniffled, Bob told her he'd always love her. He couldn't marry her, but he'd always love her. Then he'd laid her down and surrounded the new life in her womb with his own sperm. He'd kept that growing baby surrounded by his sperm almost up until she gave birth to Mandy. It was their way of pretending Mandy was his. The baby girl hadn't gotten much in the way of appearance from her biological father. She was fast becoming the spitting image of her mother at that age and Bob noticed it frequently. Jill knew about it, of course. He couldn't hide the looks he sometimes gave his niece, and he often commented how much like her mother she looked. Jill's own practice of incest didn't bother her at all, and she wasn't jealous of her daughter. Like most mothers, Jill didn't perceive her daughter as a sexual being. Mandy didn't seem much interested in boys, something Jill could easily understand from her own dismissal of the boys she had known. It had been just long enough, however, that she didn't connect any more that the reason she hadn't wanted any boyfriends was because she had all the loving she needed from Bob. It didn't occur to her that Mandy might be in the same situation. To be truthful, Mandy didn't exactly harbor sexual thoughts about her uncle. She was excited around him, but didn't recognize that excitement as being the result of sexual tension. He felt good against her when they hugged, and she loved his soft lips against hers, but because he was the only male she did those things with ... and because she had always done those things with him ... she didn't equate their behavior as sexual behavior. The hormones running through her bloodstream made her feel things, but she didn't quite realize what those things were. She was fully aware of sex, and things sexual. She just didn't include herself as being involved in any of that. It was the next charter that would change all that. None of them knew it yet, but Mandy was on a collision course with her ripening body, and the urges she wasn't quite aware her body was beginning to have. ------- Chapter 2 Mandy might never have put it all together if Mr. Trunion had booked his charter like he always had in the past. When he and his young daughter showed up for their fishing trip, everything seemed quite normal, other than the fact that they were starting their trip in the afternoon, instead of the morning. Chastity Trunion, who had always been very confident and self possessed, acted like she always did - like she was eighteen, instead of almost fifteen. Jim Trunion acted like he always did too, sort of a fumbling man, who seemed half embarrassed all the time, and only came alive once the trip had actually started and he began to play with his fishing equipment. The first thing that caught Mandy's attention was that Chastity stripped off her outer clothing to reveal a new bikini, even before they untied and left the dock. This bikini was even smaller than Mandy remembered the last one being, and was a thong to boot. Wryly, Mandy noticed that it was hot pink, the same color as the trunks she had made fun of her uncle for wearing. Mandy had to admit the girl looked good in it. Her breasts, even at such a young age, were larger than Mandy's, and her waist a little narrower. Her hips hadn't developed as much as they would later, but still swelled out from that tiny waist in a way that made Mandy feel boyish, with her small, firm breasts and narrow hips. Chastity was short, and her legs were short too, giving her the appearance of an undersized adult woman, rather than an overdeveloped teenager. As soon as she had her clothes off, Chastity pranced around the boat, examining everything, even though she'd seen it all at least nine or ten times in the past, and nothing had really changed. She seemed to need to bend over a lot to look at things, exposing her naked buttocks, with the thick hot pink string that disappeared between them. Mandy felt her face flush when her uncle looked at those buttocks, which was the reason she noticed that Chastity's father looked even more. In fact, the man seemed to be unable to look anywhere else. His fishing gear hung in his hands, ignored, as Bob stowed their luggage in one of the staterooms. Mandy's heightened attention made note of the fact that all the luggage went into one stateroom, which shouldn't have seemed odd, since this pair had always used only one stateroom in the past. They always took a nap while they were out fishing. But Mandy noticed that now, for some reason. Then she was busy with casting off lines and standing by the engine room phone in case her uncle called down with instructions. They also had a checklist they went through each time the boat went out, with fittings being checked, fuel lines examined, and the like. There were gauges that told Bob everything he needed to know about the engines up on the bridge, but he felt better having a hand where things could be listened to until everything was deemed to be operating normally. After that Mandy went to the galley and began preparations for the evening meal, which would be eaten an hour out from port. There would be some night fishing when they arrived at the selected location, which was also new for this customer. It was because she was busy with supper that she wasn't aware of another change in the Trunion's behavior. Always in the past, Jim Trunion stayed on the bridge with Bob, talking about what he wanted to catch, and where they were going, and what kind of bait would be best. His daughter always laid out on a chaise lounge on the front deck, where sun and spray would both drench her as the boat picked up speed and cut through the water. This time, however, as Bob and Jim were talking, Chastity popped her head into the bridge. "Daddy, it's time for your nap," she said. "You know you need extra rest since you got sick last week." Her father's reaction to such a bland statement was what caught Bob's attention. The man turned beet red, almost as if he were angry, but his face exhibited not anger, but excitement. "Yes, darling..." he muttered after a too long pause. "Of course you're right." He then left the bridge, following his daughter, who seemed to feel the need to personally see to it that her father did, in fact, go take his nap. Bob shook his head, smiling a little bit at the almost bossy nature of the young girl. She had acted more like a wife than a daughter during the odd exchange. When, an hour later Mandy called up to announce that supper would be ready in ten minutes, Bob was engaged in plotting his course around a squall line in the distance, and he somewhat absent mindedly told her that Jim was taking a nap. Mandy, like any good cook, didn't want her meal to get cold, and went to find Chastity to tell her about supper. Unable to find her, she then went to their stateroom, where she tapped perfunctorily and then opened the door to tell the occupants that dinner was ready. She was shocked to her core by what she saw. ------- While Mandy had heard and read about the sexual act in school, those somewhat dry descriptions had not prepared her for seeing the mating of human beings actually taking place. And that was, in fact, what was taking place in the stateroom. Chastity hadn't taken her father to their stateroom to put him to sleep. She had taken him there to get him naked and on his back so she could sit on his very hard prick, taking it into her very young pussy. Their fishing trips had always been a sham on some level. Jim's wife had given birth to Chastity late in her life, and had entered menopause when Chastity was twelve. Her menopause wasn't easy on either her or Jim. She lost her sex drive completely and became surly whenever Jim wanted to pursue what he thought of as his husbandly rights. As a result, his attention wandered to his daughter, who was a luscious little thing even at twelve. He started taking her on fishing trips because that got him fairly unrestricted access to seeing her in bikinis and, later, at his suggestion, she began sunbathing naked. While at home, their relationship had advanced to the point where Jim's good night kisses became good night massages, until suddenly one night he was masturbating his young daughter while she writhed beneath his hand. That led to her masturbating him, which satisfied them for six months or so. Unable to stop the train wreck that would surely come, Jim sought to satisfy her orally, which only led to her eagerly eventual reciprocation, sucking down his sperm eagerly. Chastity not only liked what she was feeling, but Daddy bought her such nice things whenever she wanted them. Insertion of a thick finger into her virgin pussy had removed her hymen six months past and, in a fit of lust, Jim had crawled between his daughter's willingly spread thighs and made her fully a woman. But it was too dangerous to engage in their favorite new game at home. So Jim went fishing, and took his daughter with him so they could spend "quality time" together. They had, under the guise of napping, sated their delayed lusts as a result. Usually they did a little fishing and sunbathing first. This time Chastity had told her father in no uncertain terms that she couldn't wait to feel his thick prick sliding in and out of her on this trip, which had resulted in his decision to book the trip with an extra night thrown in. That she couldn't even wait until night to have him in her only made him hornier. Neither father nor daughter heard the stateroom door open, due to the noise of the water on the other side of the hull, and the motor noises. As a result Mandy had a perfect and unrestricted view of a fourteen year old pussy sliding expertly up and then falling back down on a thick forty-five year old penis. The girl's breasts bobbed up and down, aided by her father's hands playing with them, and his hips bucked up, driving his prick deep into his daughter as she sat down hard on him. Chastity was chanting "Yes ... yes ... yes," with her head turned upward and her eyes closed, her hands on her father's chest, helping her lift her hips so she could drop down hard on the thing impaling her again and again. "Oh fuck!" groaned the man. "I'm gonna shoot baby." "Ohhh yes Daddy, squirt me Daddy," she moaned. "I love you Daddy." Mandy came to her senses and was backing out the door as her wide eyes saw Jim buck upward one last time and then go rigid, his prick firmly planted up inside his daughter. Mandy knew, based on her sex ed classes, what was happening in there, and it made her feel hot all over. She was about to close the door as softly as she could when her buttocks ran into something soft. Looking over her shoulder she saw Uncle Bob, his own eyes wide and his mouth open. Obviously, he had seen what was going on in the stateroom as well. Mandy pulled the door closed quietly. "I came to wake him," whispered Bob. "Me too," gasped Mandy, who realized she hadn't breathed out since she had opened the door. Bob's hands had automatically gone to Mandy's waist when she backed into him and had stayed there as her cute face, with its button nose had turned to look over her shoulder at him. She felt the urge to lean against him and realized she was breathing fast. His hands felt ... solid somehow ... like something stable in her world, which had just jerked, leaving her off balance. "Well, that was interesting," said Bob, for lack of anything else to say. A female moan came through the stateroom door, full of passion. "You can say that again," murmured Mandy, her mind replaying in her head the scene she had just seen. It was one thing to know that a man's penis was supposed to fit inside a woman, and a completely different one to actually see it happening. Mandy's unconscious mind just naturally put her face on the girl's jerking body. The man under her in that fantasy wasn't Jim Trunion though - she knew that. She couldn't put a real face on him, but he was no boy her age. For the first time in her life Mandy contemplated being made love to like that, and it was a grown man in her fantasy. Her hands unconsciously went to cover her breasts, almost defensively, at the same time she leaned against her uncle. For Bob's part, his own fantasy was crystal clear. In his mind it was him on the bed, and Mandy perched above him, impaled on his spurting prick. That fantasy came easily to him, with the girl in his hands. He noticed when her own hands went to her breasts, and he felt his prick lurch in his pants as she leaned against him. He pushed her away from his stiffening penis, unwilling to let her feel that. While her mother might be pleased by that development, Bob doubted that a sixteen year old girl would be at all interested in her uncle's hardon pressing against her. Girls just didn't think that way. Neither Bob nor Mandy noticed that the other made no objection to the fact that a man was fucking his own daughter on the other side of the door. "Maybe we should just let them ... finish..." Bob said uncertainly. "I'll go back up to the bridge and call them on the phone." "Maybe that would be best," sighed Mandy. From that moment on, Mandy's relationship with her uncle took on a subtle change. Mandy began to feel her own sexuality in ways that were not nebulous, or hazy. Now she had a picture in her mind of what sex looked like and her instinct was to begin to look at every man she saw as a potential mate. The only men she saw immediately after that were Jim and her uncle. Jim wasn't attractive to her. Her uncle was. ------- It didn't help that Chastity gave up wearing clothing completely as soon as they crossed into international waters. Her father tried to regulate things, but father and daughter still found an unusual number of reasons to visit their stateroom at the same time, and they inevitably stayed in that stateroom for half an hour or longer. Chastity would then lie out in the setting sun, her glistening pussy still wet with her father's spend, though not obviously so. She apparently cleaned up after their lusty romps, but wasn't patient enough to let all of her father's spooge drain out of her before she returned to public view. This left Bob in an almost perpetual state of arousal. Chastity herself was a good looking girl, and didn't look anywhere near her real age. While she didn't quite look "legal", she still looked like a young woman, instead of a girl, and few men could have just ignored her. It was testimony to how smitten her father was with her that he didn't object to her showing Bob all her charms. Mandy noticed her uncle staring at the girl and it made her stomach roil. She didn't understand that feeling, not being experienced enough to recognize jealousy when it applied to her grown up uncle. But part of her knew how to deal with the situation, or at least try. The next afternoon, while Chastity lay spread eagled on the forward deck, right in front of Bob on the bridge, Mandy took him a cup of coffee. "Maybe I should run around stark naked too," she muttered, half under her breath as Bob absent mindedly took the coffee while still staring at the naked girl. "I'd have a heart attack if you did," said Bob, not realizing what he was saying. "I didn't think I was that ugly!" said Mandy, her feelings hurt. Bob's head snapped toward her and his face showed concern. "That's not what I meant Baby," he said quickly. "Well, what did you mean then?" asked Mandy, feeling awkward. Bob was unsettled enough by Chastity's nakedness, and her repeated trips to rut with her father that he spoke before thinking things through completely. "I mean that a man can only take so much. She's pretty, I'll admit, but if you were running around naked I wouldn't be able to control myself." "Oh," said Mandy, a ball of heat exploding in her loins at his compliment. "I had no idea you thought I was pretty," she said in that way that women fish for compliments. Bob stared at her. "Other than your mother, you're the most beautiful woman I know," he said, emotion making his voice tight. "Oh," said Mandy. She suddenly wanted to kiss her uncle. Her hands twitched and her nipples tingled. That vision in her mind, of her riding a man, altered subtly. Suddenly the man was Uncle Bob, and it was his prick that was stuck way up inside her. She flushed beet red. "I have to go now," she said, her voice shaky. Just then Chastity stood up and stretched. "Daddy!" she called out. "I need some suntan oil put on me Daddy. Where are you?" Jim's voice wavered from somewhere to the right and behind Mandy. "Okay, Baby, I think there's some in our room." Chastity's smile made Mandy's gut tighten and she repeated herself. "I have to go now." "See you later," said her uncle, his own voice tight. "Yes. I'll get the nighttime snack ready." The rest of the trip was like that. That night the Trunions went to bed early, instead of doing any night fishing. They slept late too. Throughout the day Jim played at fishing, but found reasons to go into the cabin with Chastity. When they got back to the dock late in the evening Jim Trunion hadn't caught a thing. Despite that he was effusive in his praise for the trip. "We'll have to do this again real soon," he said to Bob as he and his now clothed daughter left the boat. He tipped Bob a hundred dollars. After they cleaned up and buttoned up the boat, Bob and Mandy walked home together. He handed her fifty dollars. "Your part of the tip," he said. Mandy was agitated and unsettled in ways she didn't understand. She felt nervous and full of energy. "That was a lot of money to spend just to get the chance to have sex." she said boldly. "Wouldn't it have been cheaper to just go to one of those prostitute women?" she asked, not realizing that she was speaking so frankly. Bob glanced at his niece. He was agitated too, and was looking forward to being too tired to go to his own house after he cleaned up at his sister's. "Some men aren't interested in prostitutes," he said, a little taken aback at Mandy's adult talk. "I guess," was Mandy's only comment. ------- Back at Jill's house, events continued to rush on while Bob and Mandy tried to cope with their feelings. Bob took his shower first and, as was his habit, emerged wearing only boxer shorts. Mandy was waiting, towel in hand, still full of nervous energy. "Mom said there's some leftovers in the fridge," said Mandy, pushing past him. She was anxious to get into the shower for some reason. "She said she was tired and was going to bed." As soon as the bathroom door closed Bob headed for his sister's bedroom. Jill was waiting for him, lying on top of the covers, reading a book. She was dressed in a light robe that went only to her thighs. As soon as Bob closed the door she put the book down. "Where's Mandy?" she asked softly. "Shower," said Bob, his prick already hardening as he stared at his sister's long legs. He had been horny for almost twenty-four hours. Jill's fingers flicked at the closure of the robe and it fell apart to reveal her naked body. "Mandy told me it was an interesting trip," she said, spreading her legs to reveal her pouting pussy lips. "I thought you might want to unwind." "Oh baby, you have no idea," growled Bob as he shucked his boxers to reveal his long hard prick. "Then hurry," said Jill. "We wouldn't want her walking in on us like she did on those others." "She told you?" he asked. "I'm going to have to spend some special mother/daughter time with her," said Jill, reaching for him as he crawled onto the bed. "She's growing up." "She did that already," grunted Bob as he covered his sister's body with his own. He leaned down to suck at a nipple. "You noticed that huh?" teased his sister. "She said you saw them, too. Did it make you want your own niece?" "I have to admit that it crossed my mind," said Bob, letting his prick nudge into Jill's sex. She reached for him, slotted his prick between her pussy lips and then reached for his hips to pull him into her. Both adults groaned as he was sheathed in her hot depths. "I'm a jealous lover, Bob Masters," moaned Jill. "I don't think I want to share you with my daughter." Her statement, intended to push his buttons, did exactly that and she moaned again as his lovemaking became more forceful. Her lungs expelled all her breath as he pounded into her. "You do want her!" she panted. "You want to fuck your own niece." "Right now all I want is to fuck her mother," he grunted back, kissing her hard and long. Bob rode his sister until she had two orgasms. Oddly, his own release was not at all urgent as he soaked his prick in her hot tunnel, despite his heightened state of arousal. He loved being like this with Jill, loved her with everything he had in him, and didn't want it to stop. In the end though, it came time to perform their personal little ritual, a ritual they had engaged in since the very first time she had spread her legs for him. "I'm close," he grunted. "Have you gone on the pill yet?" "Noooo" she moaned. "I shouldn't cum in you then," he sighed. "No, you shouldn't," she agreed, pulling at him harder. "I'm going to," he warned. "You can't," she objected, her voice full of invitation. "Uhhhhhh" he grunted as his prick began spewing semen deep into her welcoming pussy. "I did anyway," he whispered into her hair as he gave up the last of what his balls had stored up for her. "Thank you," she whispered back. Then they lay and cuddled, arguably their favorite part of their lovemaking, until he hardened again and moved to take her another time. "Again?" she cooed. "It must have been an interesting trip." "Ohhh you have no idea," he said, repeating himself as he lunged into his lover lustily. ------- Chapter 3 Mandy didn't know what was happening in her mother's bedroom. Her reaction, had she known, could be argued about, but as things were it didn't matter because, while she took her shower, Mandy's hormone-suffused young body was already turned on enough that she learned to masturbate. She had always known it felt good to wash between her legs. And, when her growing breasts stopped hurting, it felt good to rub her soapy hands over them too. But she had never done it when she was as turned on as she was now. Quite honestly, she had never been as turned on as she was now. And this time, when she slid her soap-covered hand between her legs, the nervous energy she had been laboring under took over and she rubbed. Like sex, she knew the theory of masturbation, but had never had an orgasm and didn't know exactly how the mechanics of the process worked. But when it felt so good to rub, she just kept doing it. The orgasm that had been searching for a way out of her body snuck up on her and she was quite suddenly frozen, hunched over in the shower, hair hanging wetly down, one fingertip pressing her clitty hard against her body, as the most unimaginable feelings rushed through her body. She let out a tortured groan and spread her knees apart, squatting slightly as her body shook and she felt a weakness begin to invade her legs. She ended up sitting on the floor of the shower, the water splashing over her as she gasped for breath, her mind amazed at what had just happened. ------- The next morning Mandy woke up, still full of energy, but more relaxed. Usually she liked to laze in bed, stretching and burrowing into the pillow, but this morning that desire was absent and she bounded out of bed, pulling on a T shirt and a pair of terrycloth shorts. As she pulled up the shorts they dug into her pussy lips and she felt a tingle from that area that reminded her of the night before. She stood frozen for a few seconds, contemplating rubbing herself again. But, like a lot of young people who have just discovered self pleasure, she associated it with the shower, where it had first happened. She didn't feel like taking a shower just then, so suppressed the desire to feel that lovely feeling again. That feeling was special, and while she knew she'd do that a lot from now on, her subconscious wanted to ration it. When she got to the kitchen her mother was already there, frying bacon. A dozen eggs were sitting by the stove, waiting their turn. Jill turned her head toward her daughter's vibrant form. "Well, you're up early," she commented, smiling. "I feel positively wonderful!" gushed Mandy. "It's a beautiful day." She looked around. "Where's Uncle Bob?" "Still sleeping. He was very tired last night," said Jill, hiding a small smile as to just why he was so exhausted. He'd ended up loving her three times during the night and she felt much the same way as Mandy did about the new day. If this was the result of Bob becoming aware of her daughter in a sexual way, then maybe it wasn't so bad after all. She flipped the bacon and a small frown furrowed her brow. She'd avoided having a mother-daughter talk with Mandy for much too long. She may have waited longer than was wise. According to Bob's description of what had happened on the charter, Mandy's attitude about things had been surprisingly adult. Now Jill worried that Mandy might be much more sexually active than she'd tried not to imagine. "Sweetheart, we need to have a talk," she said, forcing the words out of her mouth.' "What about?" asked Mandy, picking up a piece of cantaloupe and taking a big bite. "Well, sex, I guess," said Jill haltingly. Mandy's response was both gratifying and disturbing. "Really? I think that's a good idea," she said. Jill tried to wrap her mind around the concept of a teenager who actually wanted to talk to her mother about sex. Mandy didn't give her time to think, though, as she went on. "I mean seeing Jim with Chastity made me feel all kinds of things I've never felt before, and Uncle Bob kept staring at her and that made me feel all strange too and I don't understand it at all." Her voice ended up sounding plaintive and young. Jill had had been reluctant to broach the subject, and now had no idea how to proceed. Her own sex life had never been what anyone would call "normal". Yet she was as happy as she thought she could ever be. She loved Bob in ways that transcended a brother/sister relationship, and had never felt the need to search for love from another man. She knew they couldn't live as husband and wife, though she would have jumped at the chance if it were possible, and that made it difficult for her to give advice to her daughter about "normal" relationships. It didn't help that the first sexual acts Mandy had been exposed to were between a father and his daughter. By the same token, Mandy's comment about feeling strange when Bob looked at the young girl was something she did understand. She'd have felt the same thing if she'd have been there. So she decided to talk about that. "Well, the feelings you had when Bob looked at ... Chastity is it? ... I suspect that was jealousy." Mandy blinked, the half eaten piece of cantaloupe hanging between her fingers. "Jealousy?" she said. "Why would I be jealous of Uncle Bob?" "Why indeed?" thought Jill to herself, thinking her daughter might already have some "inappropriate" feelings toward her uncle. "Do you love your uncle?" she asked. "Of course I do. He's my favorite man in the whole wide world," responded Mandy. "Well, when you love someone, and they pay attention to someone else, sometimes you get jealous," explained Jill. "Oh," said Mandy. Her eyes went a little out of focus as she thought. They cleared. "You know, you might be right. I know he doesn't look at me like he looked at her." "How did he look at her?" asked Jill, beginning to crack eggs into the bacon grease in the pan. "He looked like he was hungry or something," said Mandy. "Like he was a cat and she was a mouse or something like that." "And you want him to look at you the same way?" asked Jill, fascinated by what her daughter was saying. "Wow" said Mandy. "I never thought about that. Part of me thinks that would be scary. But when he said I was beautiful it made me feel all fluttery inside and I liked that a lot." "He said you were beautiful?" prompted Jill. "Well, he said next to you I was the most beautiful woman he knew," explained Mandy. Jill felt her loins warm and fought off the urge to go back to the bedroom and wake her brother up. She knew what a charmer he could be and what made it even better was that he wasn't trying to be a charmer. "How do you feel when he kisses you?" asked Jill. She had no idea why she was heading in the direction she seemed to be heading in, but she couldn't help herself. "Yummy," said Mandy. "He kisses much better than any of the boys I've kissed." She blinked. She hadn't meant to confess that she'd kissed any boys. "I wasn't aware you'd been kissing boys," said Jill with mock sternness. "Well ... you know. I've kissed a boy a couple of times ... just to see what it was like." "What else have you done ... just to see what it was like?" asked her mother. Mandy tensed up. "Nothing really. And certainly nothing like Jim and Chastity were doing!" "That's good darling," said Jill, relaxing. "What they were doing must only be done when you really really love someone, and that person is the most special person in your life." "So Chastity is the most special person in Jim's life?" asked Mandy. "And him in hers I mean?" "Based on what you've told me I'd have to say that's so," said Jill. "In our culture that's not really acceptable - for a father to love his daughter like that - but sometimes it happens." It can be understood why Jill didn't experience any particular horror that a father and daughter were having sexual relations. After all, she'd been engaging in incest for all of her sexual life. What she didn't think about, though, was that her casual attitude about that might cling to her daughter as well. "I don't have a Daddy," said Mandy, sounding sad. "Your father wasn't the sort of man I'd want you to do that with," said Jill, uncharacteristically willing to say something about him. "If it weren't for you I'd say that having sex with him was the worst thing I ever did." She looked at Mandy. "You need to find a boy your own age to be interested in," she suggested. "I don't know any interesting boys," said Mandy dismissively. "They're all stupid and act stupid and macho and try to be all impressive and stuff. I think they act silly." "Well, it won't always be that way," said Jill soothingly. "Someday you'll meet a man who will make you feel all fluttery inside and you'll want to do things with him you've never done before. All I want you to understand is that you mustn't do those things until you're sure you love him, and that he loves you just as much. Will you promise me that?" "Sure Mom," said Mandy, in that way that teenagers the world over make blithe promises they have no idea how hard it will be to keep when the time comes. Just then Bob shuffled into the kitchen, his hair uncombed, his beard a faint shadow from the night's growth. He was still dressed in is boxers. He stopped and looked at the two women, one standing at the stove dressed in a halter top and Bermuda shorts, her cleavage deep and inviting, and the other in a thin T shirt that telegraphed her teenage nipples and shorts that were snugged between pussy lips Bob had never seen, but could easily imagine. He had, for fleeting seconds the night before, imagined that the woman under him was Mandy, and that it was her unprotected womb he was filling with sperm, instead of Jill's. His shorts twitched as his prick thickened. Both women noticed. "How are my two favorite women?" he asked, trying to act normal. He went to his sister and kissed her. She pressed against him and, when the kiss broke, stood on tip toes to nibble his ear lobe. "Horny," whispered his sister in his ear. "And you are too, apparently." "Me too!" said Mandy, completely unaware of the unintended innuendo she created. She had simply meant she wanted a good morning kiss too. She tried to wedge her body between her mother and uncle. She wiggled between them, her mother to her back and her uncle to her front. As she got her kiss, she felt a firm bulge down there pressing against her abdomen and again felt that rush of heat there. Her mother hugged them both, pressing her harder against her uncle and she sighed, turning her head to lay her cheek against his chest. She liked these new feelings. They made her feel all jittery, but she liked them. "I'm starving," Bob announced, uncomfortable that his half hard prick was pushing into Mandy's stomach, only inches from that camel toe. "I have something you could eat," said Jill, her voice husky. Bob blinked. Jill wasn't usually so obvious about her arousal, especially in front of Mandy. "Well ... um ... bring it on then," he said helplessly. "Yes!" piped Mandy, so distracted by her own feelings that she missed her mother's sexual hint. "Me too. Let's eat." She also wasn't aware that her comment fit perfectly with what had just been said. Breakfast started out tensely, mostly because Bob kept trying not to develop a full blown hardon. "We have another charter tomorrow," he said, trying to distract himself by talking business. "What kind?" asked Mandy. "Bob, Ted, Carol and Alice," said Bob, using his pet name for the university researchers who hired him to take them out to do reef studies twice a year. He had called them that after the first time he took them out, when the two women were assigned one stateroom and the two men another. Somehow, during the cruise, the accommodations had gotten mixed up, with Ted coming out of the women's stateroom on one occasion, and Alice coming out of the men's on another. Their charters always lasted a week and Bob made up for the lack of a tip by the extra charges that went with such a long cruise. Mandy, of course, had never seen the movie, and was oblivious to the sexual nature of his nicknames. She didn't actually feel the need to know the real names of the customers, for the most part, using the ubiquitous "Sir" and "Ma'am" to address everyone. "Oh good," said Mandy. "I was afraid it would be a big one and that I'd have to sleep in the bilge bedroom again." On what was called a "Light cruise" Mandy got to sleep in a regular stateroom. Bob had an efficiency cabin behind the bridge, which contained little more than an oversized double bed, a fan and a small TV and music setup. If they were anchored and there was a stateroom open, he used that. When all three staterooms were in use by customers, Bob used the Captain's cabin and Mandy slept on a pallet in the storage space that held the water tanks. Bob had rigged her a fan, even though the whole interior of the boat was air conditioned. A big piece of thick foam had been custom cut to fit onto the floor and was quite roomy for a young girl. That was what they called the bilge bedroom. "You only have to be there when you're sleeping," said Bob. "I know" she said. "But it seems so far away from everything, that's all." "You've always survived," he said, smiling. ------- As things turned out, though, Bob, Ted, Carol and Alice threw the crew of the "First Wife" for a loop. Bob and Mandy were there, provisioned and ready to go when two vans pulled up in the parking lot and twelve people piled out of them. Ted Wilkins (the man whose name caused Bob to come up with the group's nickname) struggled along the dock carrying a huge duffle bag and a set of aqualung tanks. He had things hanging all over his body. "Hey Skipper," he called out. "We brought a few extra bodies this trip." "That's putting it mildly," said Bob wryly. "The boat will sleep twelve ... right?" asked Ted, looking nervous. "I seem to remember that from the data you sent us when we first chartered you." "True, there are twelve berths on the boat, but that's four people per stateroom, and I have to tell you I wouldn't try to take that many people out to have any fun. It would be way too crowded. As you well know, most of the upper berths are usually used for storage and luggage and things like that." "Well," said Ted, "we got this grant, and it's a big grant, and it's letting us do some things we've been wanting to do for a long time but couldn't afford to on the department budget. We hired a dive master, for instance, and brought in four interns so we can do some night diving. We brought our professor too. I didn't think it would be a problem. Of course we know you'll have to charge us more, but the grant will cover that too." "Sleeping accommodations aren't the biggest problem," said Bob patiently. "Assuming you all can work out who is willing to sleep where, in terms of gender. The bigger issue is we planned for six passengers on board, and provisioned that way. Now you're doubling that. We don't have nearly enough food, and water may run short." Bob eyed the equipment that was being unloaded from the vans. "You're bringing a lot of stuff along too, and that's going to all have to fit in somewhere. We can fix it, but we won't be able to leave today." Ted seemed to relax. "That's not a problem. Like I said, we brought along Professor Simpson and Professor Jones and his wife. Mrs. Jones is going to do record keeping and things like that for us. I think this is the first time they've ever been to this part of the coast, so I'm sure they'd like to go out on the town tonight. The interns too, probably. What time do you think we could head out tomorrow?" "If Mandy and I get it all done today then we should be able to take off at dawn. Are you all going to sleep on the boat tonight?" asked Bob. "Yeah, I'll make sure of that. It takes several hours to get to the research site, as I recall, so people won't have to actually get up early or anything. That should work out well." "Just tell them that if they puke on my boat while it's in dock, they clean it up themselves," said Bob, grinning. "I allow for sea sickness, but partiers who hurl have to get their hands dirty." "No problem. We know the drill. You guys go do whatever you need to and those of us who've done this before will show them how to stow their stuff and assign beds and all that." "Good enough," said Bob. "You want to know how much more this is going to cost?" "I guess I should find that out, huh?" asked Ted sheepishly. Bob named a figure that made Mandy's eyes go wide. "That includes a tip for the crew. I don't usually charge you guys that way, but this is going to be a lot more work for us than just the four of you." Ted didn't bat an eyelash. "No problem. In fact, get some steaks and stuff. We're going to be working pretty hard, and we want life to be as good as possible when we're not working. Money won't be a problem." Bob didn't want to make Mandy do the work of figuring out what additional stores would be needed, so he left her in charge of the First Wife and took off in the pickup himself. Mandy had already told him what the menu was going to be for the week long cruise, and he did the calculations on quantities easily, based on many years of experience with knowing how much would be needed. He also got a case of Tequila, and a half case each of good bourbon and Scotch, as well as four cases of mixed flavors of wine coolers. In his experience, a lot of discomfort on a crowded boat could be dealt with using alcohol, as long as it was rationed. He added extra snack foods and a case of frozen steaks, as well as six cases of bottled water. Mandy had already planned on slow roasting a big slab of prime rib. She liked Bob, Ted, Carol and Alice, and it showed in her menu. He knew she would cook big for them, because the leftovers would be tasty too. This week there just wouldn't be any leftovers, most likely. When he got back the only people aboard were three of the new interns, named Mike, Julie and Susan. Mike looked like an athlete, and pitched in to help ferry boxes of provisions onto the boat, where Mandy stood, hands on her hips, directing the two girls as they put things away. The pickup had been full, and by the time she was finished, all available stowage had been filled. The pile of air tanks and other equipment that had been on the deck when Bob left was gone. "What did you do with that?" asked Bob. "The only place I could think of to put it was the bilge bedroom," said Mandy. "That's where we should lock up the alcohol too." Mandy was well aware of the benefits of having a little booze along on a trip for the customers. She also knew to lock up the alcohol too. While it helped alleviate cramped or boring conditions, on a long trip it was also doled out with a professional eye toward retaining control over the passengers' state of intoxication. "So, where are you going to sleep?" asked her uncle. "I stood the mattress up against the wall. I can put it in the galley at night I guess," she said. "That's no way to get any rest," said Bob. On a cruise that involved overnights, it was inevitable that passengers would want something from the galley late into the evening. You didn't go out on a boat to sleep all the time. Night time was usually for partying. "The bed in the Captain's cabin is big enough for two ... isn't it?" she asked, feeling a flutter in her belly as she said it. Bob looked at his niece. The image of her in that bed flitted through his head. She wasn't wearing anything in that image and he pushed it out of his mind. "I'm not sure that would be a good idea sweetie," he said. "Why not?" asked Mandy. "Because you're all grown up and beautiful and ... it might be uncomfortable. I might be tempted to ... I just don't think it's a good idea!" Mandy felt the flush in her loins get hotter. His meaning was clear, even to her inexperienced mind. "Don't be silly," she said, slapping at his shoulder. "We'll be fine. If it bothers you that much we can take turns or something. I'll sleep while you run the boat, and you can sleep while I stand watch or something." Occasionally Bob posted a watch during the night, depending on where they were. Piracy was not a thing of the past, like most people thought. Bob finally had to agree, since he couldn't think of any other solution. Then they went over the water 'still' Bob had installed, but rarely used. It was less efficient than reverse osmosis systems, but a hell of a lot cheaper too. It worked on solar energy, which took sea water and distilled it to provide fresh water that, while it was flat tasting, would keep a body hydrated. There were pumps and other electrical components, however, that had to be checked to make sure that if they needed more than the two hundred gallons stored in the tanks, it would be available. Usually, Bob pumped the distilled water into the main fresh water tanks, where it mixed with the city water. Then filtered sea water could be used in the shower when water needed to be conserved, and the potable water saved for drinking. The still would only produce about three gallons a day, but in a pinch that could save lives, and city folk weren't known for understanding how to conserve water. By the time they finished that, and checked the motor on the Zodiac, which would be used to make emergency runs back to the mainland if needed, it was late afternoon. Mandy was sweaty and her clothing spotted with oil stains. There was a tuft of hair that the tie on her pony tail wouldn't quite hold, and it kept dropping down onto her cheek and tickling her. She was also tired, and it showed. "I think we're done," said Bob. "If they all get back aboard we should be able to take off around six. Why don't you go on home and get cleaned up and eat some supper. Get a good night's rest." Bob reached out and squeezed her shoulder. "That's fine with me," said Mandy slumping tiredly. "I'll get up early. If we're leaving at six I need to start breakfast at five. Motion will wake some of them up." Mandy leaned into him and raised her face for a kiss. What she got was a squeeze and a very tender kiss, his lips soft and warm. It was a nice kiss and suddenly Mandy had more energy than she'd had a few seconds before. "You sure you'll be all right?" she asked. "I can stay." "I can take care of a bunch of academics," he laughed. "I'm not so old and feeble that I need my sixteen year old niece to protect me." He grinned and kissed her again, swatting her on her behind. "Now git!" he ordered. "Tell your mother I love her." "I will," said the girl and turned to leave. ------- Mandy didn't actually mind going home to clean up. That gave her a chance to take a long fun-filled shower. This time she learned that her finger would slide up inside her and, when she hooked it and pulled at her pussy, it crushed her young clitty deliciously. Sated and relaxed, with her alarm set to get her up and to the boat on time, she fell into bed smiling. ------- Chapter 4 Bob knew by midnight that this would be a raucous group for a week-long trip. The single female professor, the married couple and the dive master had been installed in one stateroom by Ted, and they had all gone out on the town together, keeping themselves separate from the students. They came back smiling and laughing, smelling of alcohol, both women obviously flirting with both men, and both men obviously enjoying it. Bob shook his head and wondered what things would be like in the stateroom later. While the cabins were relatively luxurious, there would be no real privacy for anyone in them. He grinned as he thought about other people in the teaching profession he'd taken out before. When they got away from the University, where decorum was required, they had a tendency to run just a little wild. At least the professionals did. The Grad students and interns were much louder and had obviously had much more to drink when, as a group, they straggled up the gang plank in clusters of twos and threes. Carol and Alice were hanging onto Ted, and his hands around them each cupped a breast with impunity as they weaved and giggled. The other man from the usual group, nicknamed Bob, but whose name was actually Phil, was helping the intern named Julie, who had obviously had way too much to drink. The other female intern, Susan, was behind Mike, pushing him up the gangplank, making it look like she was pushing a ton as he giggled and tried moving from side to side. Bill was behind her, his hands fixed firmly on her ass, pushing on it as she bent forward to push Mike. For fun, Bob looked to see who went to which rooms. It was difficult to tell at first, because the two female interns were in high party mode and didn't want to settle down. They drifted from one room to the other trying to have conversations with people who were apparently trying to go to bed. In the end, it appeared that Bob, Ted, Carol and Alice had claimed one room, which wasn't surprising, and the interns had been put in the other stateroom. That spoke volumes about the possibility that there were romances either established already, or in the offing, since it would have been simple to put the men in one room, and the women in the other. Once things had settled down, Bob retracted the gang plank and went to bed in his cabin on the bridge. He set his alarm for four-thirty. He only had to get up once, about twenty minutes later, when there was a screech and a splash. He went out on deck to find Bill standing at the rail, looking down into the water, where Julie was sputtering, treading water. "Um ... she fell overboard," said Bill, the owlish look in his eyes suggesting that he'd had quite a bit to drink too. He was wearing only satin shorts. He blinked and then grinned. "Man overboard!" he crowed, giggling. "Um ... I mean woman overboard!" he giggled some more. Amy Simpson appeared from below, wearing a gauzy nightgown that did little to hide the fact that, while she was in her thirties, she was all woman. Her lipstick was smeared. "What's going on?" she asked, looking at Bob and Bill. Bill, sensing somehow that there could be trouble ahead, went through physical motions that suggested he was trying very hard to act sober. "Julie fell in the water," he said. Bob grabbed a hook on a long pole and extended it down over the edge of the boat. "Grab that," he ordered to the girl in the water. "I'll pull you around to the swimming platform and you can get out there." Amy frowned. "And why, Bill, did she fall in the water?" "Um ... she was kind of leaning over ... looking down there..." Phil pointed over the edge of the boat. He blinked twice. Bob wasn't all that surprised to find that, when Julie crawled up onto the swimming platform at the back of the boat, she was naked. Her long brown hair hung down, across her face, shoulders and upper chest, giving her a bedraggled look. He ushered her back toward the professor, who was still asking a now uncomfortable Bill more questions. When she saw Julie, who was now trying unsuccessfully to cover both her breasts and pussy, she frowned again. It was fairly clear that, in bending over the rail, her pert and very naked bottom would have been presented to anyone near her ... which meant Bill. "This is unacceptable, William," she said sternly. Bill had just figured out that, if you looked closely, you could see Mrs. Simpson's nipples through her nightgown. He was looking closely, leaning forward slightly and weaving in the process. "I'm sorry," he said, in an obviously rote manner. "Not half as sorry as you'll be if anything like this happens again young man. Do you understand me?" asked the woman, her voice full of heat. Bill blinked as her tone cut through his alcohol fogged brain. "Um ... yes ma'am. No problem. Won't happen again," he said, standing back up. Amy turned to Bob. "Thank you Captain. I assure you this is not how we expect our people to act." Bob smiled. "As long as they don't fall overboard while we're underway I suppose no harm will come of it." Bill had grabbed Julie and was trying to get her back to the stateroom she had been assigned. She was complaining drunkenly "But I didn't cum yet," which generated loud "shhhhhhh" noises from Bill, who looked over his shoulder anxiously at his professor and the captain of the boat. "And I fell in the water, Billy!" she whined. Bill looked helplessly at his professor. "She must have been sleep walking," he mumbled drunkenly. "I have no idea what she's talking about. She had too much to drink tonight. She's drunk, but I'll take care of her." Julie pulled up hard and turned, having completely forgotten that she was naked. "I'm not drunk," she said clearly. "I'm in-n-n-nebriated." Then she giggled and reached for Bill, who, considering he was having trouble navigating himself, deftly turned her and pushed her down the stairwell toward her cabin. Amy turned back to Bob. "They're a little keyed up about the trip," she said unnecessarily. "It won't happen again." "Good night professor," said Bob, his eyes sliding to her chest before jerking back to her face. "Pardon me," he added, apologizing for staring at her chest. "That reminds me," she said. "What's your policy about nudity on board?" Bob wasn't quite ready for that question, from this woman, at this time of night and he didn't say anything for a few seconds as he tried to gauge both why she'd asked it, and how to answer. "Once we're in international waters, it's fine," he said, his voice level. "As long as it doesn't offend any of you, it certainly won't offend me." "I come from a family of nudists," she said in obvious explanation. "I don't get the chance to go Au Naturale very often. It would be nice to be able to do that." she said softly. "It's your party," said Bob. "I'll just apologize for staring in advance, if that's all right." Amy laughed softly. "My career has prevented me from having much of a social life. It's nice to know a man still wants to look at me," said the woman candidly. It sounded strange, coming from a woman who wasn't bad looking at all. Her light brown hair, which had been in a bun when she arrived, was down to her shoulders now. She had a little pooch on her abdomen, and a little extra flesh on her thighs, but her breasts were obviously firm for her age. While large, they didn't sag like a lot of women's breasts do when they reach that age. She couldn't pass the pencil test by any stretch of the imagination, but she was a good looking woman and she probably knew that. "What about ... your niece, I believe she is?" she asked. Bob was back on track by this time. "She's seen it before," he said simply. "That's nice," said Amy. Smiling, she turned and walked back to follow her students. ------- Bob was up and ready to go when Mandy got to the docks in the dark of morning. She hugged him and gave him the kiss her mother had sent, along with one of her own and then said she was going to start work in the galley. "By the way," said Bob as she turned to go. "There may be some nudity during the cruise." Mandy felt a flutter in her belly. On impulse she asked "What about me? Do I get to go naked too, now that I'm sixteen?" She put one finger to her lips. "Oh yeah, I remember now. You said you'd go all crazy if I did that." She knew how to put a pout on her face, though, and the look on her uncle's face made her tease him. "But it's not fair if they all get to go naked and I don't." Bob rocked back on his heels. She'd never expressed any urge to do that in the past. The image of his young niece scampering around naked was something he'd fantasized about on numerous occasions. Her frank question caused his balls to tighten. "Your mamma would skin me alive if I let you get naked in front of a bunch of strangers," he said diplomatically. "Especially a bunch of strange men." "Oh pooh!" she snorted. "I'm sure nobody would bother me with you around." "And just who would protect you from me?" asked Bob impulsively. "You're a horrible old flirt, do you know that?" giggled Mandy, the heat in her belly firming into a little ball at his implied compliment. "I have to go to work," she said, and turned to skip down the stairs to the saloon, which led to the galley. ------- Matters didn't come to a head for a while, which allowed Bob to concentrate, more or less, on his job. That job was to find a particular reef in the middle of the Ocean. Well, maybe not the middle, but it might as well have been, since there was no land in sight and there hadn't been any for two hours. But Bob wasn't worried. He glanced at the GPS system occasionally, making small course corrections. Another part of his mind was taken up with the storm of activity that was going on around him. On the three sides of the bridge he could see down onto, there were people everywhere, prepping scuba tanks, examining other diving gear, going over charts and graphs, or deep in conversation. It was mostly the older adults who were conversing with Ted and Alice, who were probably bringing them up to speed on what had already been done at the research site. It was his first opportunity to really examine the appearance of the new people on the trip, not counting his encounter with Amy Simpson the night before. And Julie, of course. This morning Amy was dressed in Bermuda shorts and a bikini top that didn't leave a lot of skin covered on her generous breasts. She was rubbing sun screen all over her arms and chest as she listened to Ted and watched as his finger traced along something on a piece of paper. Bob noticed that her hand slid under the bra cups of her bikini top as she spread the cream. No one seemed to notice. Then, without any apparent communication, she handed the container to the other older woman, who must be Dawn Jones, Professor John Jones' wife. That woman accepted the bottle and matter of factly began smearing the cream all over the parts of Amy that hadn't been covered thus far ... including her legs. Again, no one seemed to take any particular notice of this small event. But it spoke volumes to Bob. The ease and familiarity with which one woman took care of the other bespoke a friendship that wasn't new. That could mean several things, considering the way the sleeping arrangements had turned out. In truth, the married couple could have claimed a stateroom for themselves, leaving the single males and females to use the other two. That would have been cramped, though, and Amy would have had to bunk in with students, which wasn't likely. The dive master turned out to be an older grad student who was Amy's assistant in the Marine Biology program at the university. He was probably in his late twenties, and would probably think he was too old to room with a bunch of younger students. That could mean that they were nice folks, who cared about the comfort of the students. It could also mean, especially since the remaining staterooms were also coed, that the friendship of the Jones and Amy Simpson went beyond casual scholarly interests. Amy's revealing attire the night before was a vote for the second possibility. That attire also suggested that she wasn't shy in front of her assistant, despite her claim not to have a social life. It wasn't any of his business who slept together on the cruise. As long as the customers were happy, he was happy. He was used to seeing people ... loosen up ... when they left shore, though he hadn't expected this crowd to get kinky. They hadn't yet, but he was no longer sure they wouldn't. Bob checked gauges and put that out of his mind for the moment. His mind strayed to his own accommodations ... and to his niece. They had come to a satisfactory ... arrangement ... if you could call it that. She'd sleep in his bed when he wasn't in it, and he'd sleep when she was up watching the store. At least that was the theory. But it was unlikely that the group would actually conduct operations for all twenty-four hours of every day on the cruise, and if they all decided to take a break during the hours of darkness... Bob's imagination saw Mandy undressing and crawling into bed. That bed was wider than a double, but not as wide as a queen. There would be enough room for someone else to sleep ... beside her. He imagined himself to be that someone else and, unbidden, he smelled her fragrance. She used some kind of body wash that made her smell vaguely fruity. It was a scent he'd come to be very fond of over the years, in part because his sister used it too sometimes. They also used the same shampoo, so their hair usually smelled the same. In his imagination they were suddenly naked in the bed together and he was ... erect. The boat fell off a swell and landed with a thump in a trough, jerking Bob's mind back to reality. He had been running parallel to the swells and, while he was distracted, he'd gotten off course. Faces were looking up at him from the deck. He waved, glad for the UV filter in the windows that made them too dark for people to see he was blushing. He realized with a start that he was erect. He cleared his mind and went back to business. ------- In the galley Mandy was finishing up dealing with breakfast. It had gone well. Two of the interns were exhibiting clear signs of overindulgence, but she had provided them with Uncle Bob's unpatented hangover juice and they claimed to already feel better when they left breakfast. They were a pretty much no-nonsense group, eating quickly, complimenting her on the quality of the meal, and then going above. Bill and Mike had both flirted with her, Mike getting an elbow in his ribs from the girl named Susan in the process. Mandy knew how to deflect that kind of attention in an almost professional manner, and didn't worry about it. Still, it had made her feel good. Like most women, she liked attention if it wasn't dangerous attention. Normally, at this stage of a cruise, her next job would be to be the maid and straighten up staterooms. That usually didn't take long, but with this many passengers it might stretch out a bit. She dried her hands and headed down the hallway. ------- The first room she came to happened to be the one the adults were in. While the beds in the rooms could be made up in a variety of configurations, the two permanently mounted beds had been used, along with the one that folded down from the wall between them. Together they made something a little larger than a King sized bed. That, in itself, wasn't so odd. That happened to be the easiest way to deploy two beds, and gave the most room. Two other bunks folded down from the walls, above the lower bed, but when they were down it was difficult to get around since they would be in the way. They were in the folded up configuration now, which wasn't surprising. The first thing Mandy noticed was the smell of the place. It had a musky odor. It wasn't unpleasant, but she opened a porthole to air out the room. Her usual routine was to check the sheets to see if they actually needed to be washed. She had seen a lot of reasons why sheets needed to be washed, from vomit, to evidence that someone didn't know how to properly end a session in the head, to what she now saw ... crusty dried stains, mostly circular in shape, about were a person's hips might rest when they were lying down. Mandy knew what those stains were, of course. She'd worked the boat too long not to. She'd never talked about it with her uncle before. That would have been embarrassing. She just wadded up such linens and put them in the washing machine. She noticed, however, that the matching pairs of stains were not, as she would have expected, on either bed. Instead, they were right beside each other on the permanent bed, only a foot or so apart. It was the first time she'd ever seen evidence that two couples had engaged in sex ... in what was basically the same bed. Mandy folded the upper bunks down to inspect those sheets, and was not surprised to find they hadn't been used. Based on that, she expected to find similar evidence in the other staterooms. To her surprise, only one other such stain was found, and it was in the intern's room. All four beds had been deployed there, though the two upper bunks had been folded back up. It was on one of those that she found sheets that needed to be changed. While she had always noticed cum stains, they had never ... well ... bothered her ... if you could call it that. That was something that just happened on the boat and she was used to it. Under these circumstances, however, she found herself feeling flushed as she began doing the laundry. For some reason she wondered, suddenly, if she might find something like that on her uncle's sheets. She never cleaned up in his cabin. He took care of that himself. And, while she saw him as a normal man in every way, she had never considered whether he was ... normal ... in that way. She never saw him with a girlfriend, or even another woman, for that matter. He was always over at their house, for the most part, even spending many nights there, so he didn't seem to take time to find a woman and ... be with her. Not in that way. Suddenly that didn't seem normal. Mandy felt confused as she tried to think of her uncle in bed with a woman. It just didn't fit somehow. And yet she'd have bet every dime she owned that he wasn't gay. The thoughts nagged at her so much that, when she left the laundry area, she went to the bridge. "Hey Pumpkin," said her uncle as she entered the room. "How were they at breakfast?" "Oh, fine," she said, distracted. "Anybody give you any trouble?" he asked, staring out the glass. "A couple of the guys flirted with me," she said. "But they were just normal." She started to mention the cum stains she'd seen, but was suddenly embarrassed, just as she'd always expected she would be in this situation. Without further comment she went to the door of his bridge cabin and went inside, shutting it behind her. Almost with trepidation she smoothed out the sheets on her uncle's bed and her eyes searched. Nothing. Just a plain white sheet. The top sheet had been thrown to one side and was pressed flat in irregular folds, as if it hadn't even been used. For some reason she felt much better. Mandy growled at herself. "You're a silly, silly girl," she said softly. When she went back onto the bridge Bob was looking at her. "Anything wrong?" he asked. "Only that I'm a silly goose," she muttered, heading back for the door. "So, what else is new?" he quipped. "Ha ... ha ... ha," said Mandy darkly. "You're so funny I don't think I can stand it." ------- Mandy got finished with the cabins and had an hour before she'd need to start on lunch. She stepped out on deck and then stepped back as one of the men - she didn't know his name yet - came hurrying by carrying two sets of aqualungs. They looked like they were just hanging off his shoulders, though she knew he had a hand up inside each harness. He took them to another man and woman who were standing by the diving gate listening intently to Ted, who was showing them what Mandy knew from the past was a map of the reef. They took the scuba tanks and set them on the deck by their feet, which were already encased in flippers. They had masks perched on their foreheads. Carol and Alice stood nearby, putting on their gear with the help of another man Mandy heard called Bill. "Got it!" said the man talking to Ted. He reached down and got his scuba tank and started to put it on. "Hold it right there lubber," said the man Mandy knew was the dive master. She had met him the night before, but couldn't remember his name. It was a strange name and she knew it started with an R, but that was all. "You have to check that out before you go in the water, Mike," said the dive master. "Oh ... yeah," said Mike sheepishly. "I knew that." "How much do you weigh?" asked the dive master. "One-seventy-five," said Mike. Mandy watched as the dive master selected lead weights and put them into pouches that were strapped around Mike's waist. He explained that he was trying for neutral buoyancy, but would rather be at positive, rather than negative, in case Mike became unconscious for some reason. He said he wanted Mike's body to float to the surface. "It's not that deep here," said the dive master, "but I don't want to have to go recover your body off the bottom." "Good grief, Rupert," said the girl standing beside Mike and waiting her turn. "You don't have to be so morbid about it." "We're not playing here Susan," said Rupert. "I explained the dangers in the classes you took. I wasn't kidding. And we're not in a swimming pool now. That's the Atlantic Ocean out there, and you can die in it easily if you don't take every precaution." Rupert watched Mike test the regulator and the pressure in the tank. Then he turned to Susan. "Okay, your turn." Susan went through the same things Mike had. She was wearing a bikini and it wasn't built to fight with the straps of a scuba harness. As she shrugged the harness on, a buckle snagged in one of the straps going over her shoulder. It stretched and then popped. The cup covering her left breast flopped down, exposing a pink nipple. "Shit!" said Susan. "This is a new suit!" She held the cup up over her breast. "Can you tie it back together?" she asked Rupert. Rupert pulled and the string stretched a little, but in the process of tying a square knot with the two loose ends the cup slipped upward and off her breast. Professor Simpson came over to see what Rupert was doing. "Just take it off," she said. You'll like diving topless better anyway." "Can I do that?" asked Susan, her eyes wide. "According to the Captain, we're in international waters and can wear ... or not wear ... what we like. We're all adults here. I see no problem with it as long as it doesn't get spread all around campus. "I think that's a great idea!" said Mike grinning. "You would, you pervert," said Susan. But she smiled. "Okay, topless it is." Then they couldn't get to the tie in the back because of the tank. Susan finally gave the front a jerk and the side string tore. "There goes thirty-five bucks!" said Susan, holding up the cloth. "That's the only suit I brought too. I guess I'll be doing all my sunbathing topless too." "That's fine," said Professor Simpson. She turned and walked away. Mandy stared at Mike and Rupert as they stared at Susan's breasts. Susan noticed too. "Jeez, you guys, give a girl a break!" she laughed. Her hands came up to cover her breasts. "I hear skinny-dipping feels great," said Mike. You don't want to ruin your bottoms too. You know, they might snag on the coral and tear or something." He sounded childishly hopeful. "In your dreams, pervert," laughed Susan. "Tits is all you get today." Mike grinned. "I can't wait until tomorrow." ------- Chapter 5 That simple broken bikini bra strap was how it started. It gave Professor Simpson an excuse to employ her personal fetish. Because Susan was topless, Amy Simpson took off her top too. She also took off her Bermuda shorts, which revealed the bottom to her bikini, which was a very brief thong. Dawn Jones didn't bat an eye, removeing her tank top to reveal naked breasts, leaving her only in a tight pair of terrycloth shorts. Her husband was nowhere to be seen. There were four people diving, three of them women, and that left only Julie and Mandy with their breasts covered. Julie looked around nervously. She remembered some of what had happened the night before. She remembered being in the water and naked in front of Professor Simpson. She also remembered Bill crawling on top of her and sliding his beautiful stiff prick deep in her pussy. That was about all she remembered. When she got up that morning, she found out that Bill liked to suck breasts too. He had left two hickeys near her nipples and she was therefore reluctant to expose them. She was also mad at Bill. When she woke up, Susan and Mike were cuddled up naked and there was still a condom clinging to Mike's penis. Bill, on the other hand, lay sprawled, his prick crusty with his and her juices. He had fucked her bareback and she wasn't on the pill. She was sure she had handed him a condom while they were out on the town. She always carried them in her purse. But he hadn't used it and she had been too drunk to notice. Mandy heard the motor revolutions slow, which meant they were nearing their destination. She decided to go up to the bridge and, as soon as she got on deck she saw the semi-nude bodies of the women. It was always interesting to see what other females looked like, but she didn't want to get caught staring. She climbed the ladder to the bridge, where she could look out on the deck without it being so obvious. When she pushed open the door, she saw Mr. Jones and Bob standing close to the front window. Her uncle was speaking. "You're right," he said. "Definitely pear shaped. I must admit they look pretty good." John chuckled. "You should see them when her nipples get all stiff. I bet they stand up an inch. My wife's do too, ever since she breast fed our first child. Before that they were inverted and I could get them to come out, but they wouldn't stay out. Now it's no problem." Mandy realized the men were talking about the women's breasts. They were doing the same thing she'd decided to do. She closed the door until she could just barely hear. "So you and Professor Simpson are ... good friends?" "Oh, brother. I never thought getting into education would be so rewarding. Amy's a hard driver. The only reason she came to dinner the first time was because she was about to have a breakdown. She and Dawn hit it off right away. I didn't know how much until I came home for lunch one day - I usually don't - and caught them in bed together." "That must have been awkward," said Bob. "Dawn offered to share, right then and there. Amy wasn't dating anybody. They had already talked about it, assuming I would be game. Man, was I ever. Amy's got the tightest, hottest pussy in the three state area." "So what's up with the dive master?" "He's worked for Amy almost his whole college career, probably seven or eight years. She's been hot for him for a while, but didn't want to take any chances. They're a good team. Anyway, when we came on this cruise, she decided that he'd just stay in the room with Dawn and her and me. You should have seen the outfit she put on last night." "I did," said Bob. "Two of the kids were playing around and one fell in. I had to fish her out and I guess Amy heard the noise. She came to find out what happened." "Oh ... well ... okay, you saw her. The poor guy was putty in her hands. She had him naked and was riding him within ten minutes of us going to bed. Dawn and I were going at it too, of course. That probably got him going pretty good too. Come to think of it, he didn't last long the first time. She got up and went to get a snack while he recuperated. That's probably when you saw her." Mandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. These men had just met, and they were talking about sex and women like they were the best of buddies. Well Mr. Jones was any way. He was saying something again. "Yeah, she came back and was like a tiger. Poor Rupert. I don't think he had any idea what he was in for on this trip. We made a mess of the sheets. Sorry about that. Who takes care of that kind of thing around here anyway? I hope it's not that cute girl who cooks so good. What is she? Your girlfriend?" Mandy would like to have seen her Uncle's face. But she couldn't without possibly letting them know she was there. She was pretty sure they would stop talking if she went in. "She's my niece and she's off limits," said Bob. "Yeah ... sure ... of course. I'll mention it to the guys. No problem. Anyway, it was real nice meeting you Bob, and I want to thank you again for accommodating us on this trip. We're going to get a lot done." Mandy eased the door closed and scooted back down the ladder. She waited until she saw the lever move and started climbing again. John Jones stepped out and looked down to see her. He smiled. "Hi. I was just talking to your uncle. This is a nice boat you have here." "Thanks," she said. Her mind was still whirling. She backed down the ladder to let him come down, and then went back up and onto the bridge. Bob looked over his shoulder at her and smiled. "I have a feeling this is going to be one for the record books," he said. "It's going to be a rowdy crowd." Mandy was feeling almost belligerent for some reason. Her mother had suggested she was jealous when Bob noticed other women. She had just heard him talking about women's breasts. The other man had been downright nasty and she felt unsettled. "You should see their sheets," she blurted. Bob's eyebrows rose. "Crusty, huh?" "You got that right," she said. "I thought professors were all stuffy and proper and stuff." "Not these professors," said Bob. "Not these." The GPS made a noise. Bob looked out at what appeared to be normal ocean swells, and could see where the waves were altered by the reef, invisible under the water. "I'm going up to the bow. You take the helm and ease us in. I'll tell you which way to go to miss any coral heads near the surface. "Got it," she said, stepping over to put her hands on the chrome wheel. He slid one of the big front windows to the side, so she could hear his directions, and went down to lean over the bow of the boat. "Give me a slow screw," he yelled up to her. She advanced the throttles to the first detent. Then with hand signals he threaded her through the unseen dangers, finally making a fist with his right hand. Mandy reversed the engines briefly and, as his fist slashed downward, pushed the button that released the anchor. She heard the rattling of the chain as it slid through the hawsepipe, and let the engines idle until her Uncle turned around and made a throat slashing motion with the blade of his hand. The sounds of the sea replaced the low rumble of the engines, and the yacht began to rock gently in the swells. ------- The divers on the deck opened the gate and began jumping in the water immediately, eager to get started on their preliminary inspection of the reef. Mandy waited for him to come back to the bridge to make sure everything was all right. When he got there his eyes flicked across the instrument panel and then he looked at his niece. "We can relax for a while. They'll be busy for the rest of the day." Mandy fidgeted. "I'll make sure there are snacks available and have something ready for supper at five." "I suspect they'll wander in and out of the galley all day," said Bob. "Diving is hungry business. Maybe you could make up a batch of sandwiches and leave them in the fridge." "Got it," she said. She left him on the bridge and went to the galley. Twenty minutes later she wandered out on the deck. Two divers were climbing up onto the swim platform and talking to Professor Simpson, who was bent over listening to them. Her breasts swayed with the motion of the boat, which was rocking gently. Mandy looked down at her own modest swells. If what Professor Simpson had was what men liked, as was obvious by what she'd overheard, she was in trouble. She wore a B cup when she wore a bra at all. She saw her nipples denting the shirt she was wearing. That was new. She'd never noticed that before, really. She pulled her shirt away from her body and looked down through the neck hole at nipples that were merely spiky bumps in the middle of slightly darker circles. She looked back at the professor, whose nipples looked huge, thick and brown. She looked completely comfortable almost naked among all those other people. Mandy had seen other people nude on board, of course. It had always been interesting, and a little titillating, but Mandy had never thought seriously about going naked herself. Now she did, trying to imagine what it would be like to stroll through all those people with nothing on. Part of her was horrified, because she'd look like a boy compared to some of those women. Another part of her tingled, because she was sure that Uncle Bob, at least, wouldn't laugh. Her nipples suddenly tingled so much that she looked down again, expecting to see them actually moving. They weren't, but she unconsciously reached to squeeze them with her hands. She shuddered, and was astonished at how good it felt to do that. John Jones approached the group on the swim platform and handed one of the divers something. He stayed there, one hand negligently resting on Professor Simpson's left hip, as if he was using her to help him keep his balance as the boat swayed. She didn't seem to notice, until she stood up and the divers jumped back into the water. Then she turned in such a way that her naked breasts bumped right into the man. Mandy watched as she actually leaned into John, pushing him backwards with her breasts, and swatted his shoulder. He grinned. Dawn Jones, holding a notebook she'd been writing in, turned and came toward Mandy. She passed the girl with a smile and a nod, and turned into the galley. She came back out with a bottle of water in her hand and stopped by Mandy. "It must be nice to get to do this all the time," she said. Mandy glanced sideways, looked at the woman's naked breasts, and then looked away. "I guess," she said, in the time honored voice of a teenager who doesn't quite know what to say. "Does us going topless bother you?" asked the woman, who had seen the girl look and then avert her eyes. "I've seen it before," said Mandy, somewhat defensively. "You're welcome to join us," said the woman who, like most other people doing something a little naughty, want everyone else to do it too. It makes them feel better about doing whatever they're doing. "My uncle would freak," said Mandy, thinking that would be enough to quash the invitation. "Your uncle is a man," laughed Dawn. "There isn't a man alive who doesn't like to see bare breasts." "Mine are too small," said Mandy. "No such thing," said Dawn firmly. "I wish mine weren't so big and heavy." She uncapped the bottle and swigged. "Besides, while most men have a preference in the brand of car they buy, in my experience they're not nearly as picky about breasts." "Why would I want a bunch of guys staring at my breasts?" asked Mandy. "Because it's fun!" laughed the older woman. "And it doesn't stop being fun when you get older." She swigged again. "Tell you a secret." She leaned closer and her voice fell. "Every woman in the world has gone through what you're going through. You think you're not attractive, or that there's something wrong with your body, but honey, let me tell you something. There are thousands of men who would be excited half to death if they could see you topless." "My uncle would have a fit," insisted Mandy. "Maybe," said Dawn. She started back toward the swimming platform, and then looked over her shoulder. "But then again, maybe not. It's up to you. I just wanted to make sure you knew it was fine with us if you want to try it." "Yeah ... okay," said Mandy. Then an automatic "Thanks," just to be polite. Mandy headed back up to the bridge, which she found empty. The door to the bridge cabin was open and she looked in to see her uncle lying on the bed, reading a paperback book. He saw her head and put the book down. "What's up Pumpkin?" he asked. "Nothing," she said. "Mrs. Jones just told me it was fine if I wanted to go topless, like the others." He raised his eyebrows. "I told her you'd freak out if I did," she said. "Hmmmm," he said, noncommittally. "Why do guys like boobs so much?" she asked. "I think it's just part of our nature," he said. "Or maybe we remember sucking from one as babies." The thought of someone sucking her nipples sent a shiver through Mandy. "So ... do you like all kinds of breasts ... or do you have a favorite?" "What?" He looked surprised. "You know. You like Chevys more than other cars. So is there one kind of boob you like more than the rest?" He ran his hand through his hair. "My niece just asked me what kind of breasts I like." He looked at her. "You want to tell me what this is all about?" "It's about all these women running around naked," she said. "Half naked," he corrected. "And it makes me feel all ... I don't know ... like should I do that too? And what would it be like? And would I just curl up in a ball and die of shame, or would the guys like what they saw?" She shifted her feet, agitated. "Hey," he said. "Calm down. It's no big deal, or at least it's not a big enough deal to get upset about." "But they seem so sure of themselves," she moaned. "Why can't I feel like that?" "Look, sweety," he said. "You're a beautiful young woman, and I'm not just saying that because you're my niece. You are a beautiful young woman, and any man in the world would be elated to see you like that. Nobody would ever make fun of you unless they were jealous of how gorgeous you are. Trust me on that. So don't worry about that part of it. Some women can do that, and some women can't. That doesn't mean there is something wrong with the ones who don't want to. It just means they aren't comfortable sharing that much of themselves with the outside world." "Chastity sure is comfortable with it," muttered Mandy. "Chastity is comfortable sharing a lot of herself," said Bob. "That doesn't mean you have to be." He frowned. "And as for them inviting you to participate, I suggest you make your own decisions, based on how you feel about things, instead of worrying about what everybody else thinks." "You really would freak if I went topless," she said. "Would not," he said. "You would so. You as much as said so when I suggested it before." "As I recall I said I might not be able to control myself, not that I'd freak out," he said. "Control yourself from what?" she asked. "Looking at you, for one thing," he said evasively. "I don't care if you look at me," she said. "You look at me all the time." "Not like that, I don't," he said. She remembered the look of hunger in his eyes as he watched Chastity bouncing up and down on her father's stiff penis. She imagined him looking at her like that, and something moved in her belly. She had a sudden urge to rub between her legs. "I'm not afraid of you," she said impulsively. He grinned. "Well that's good, because the last thing in the world I want you to be is afraid of me." The urge to masturbate got stronger in her as she saw his lopsided grin. She thought everyone would look at her funny if she took a shower now, though. In a blinding epiphany it occurred to her that she could rub somewhere other than in the shower, and she started thinking of places she could go to do that. "So what are you gonna do?" asked Bob. She blinked. "I don't know. Mom would kill me if I did it." "How would she know?" asked Bob. "You'd tell her." "Nope," he said. "You're a big girl now and we're in international waters. It's your decision." He wasn't trying to convince her not to do it. That made her think that he would like it if she did. That made her feel hot and itchy between her legs. "I have to go." Then she hurried to the door and climbed down the ladder. Ten minutes later she was ensconced in the bilge bedroom, where there was just enough room to lean against the mattress with her shorts and panties around her knees. The fan had been covered up by cartons, and she began to sweat as her fingers started rubbing frantically across her teen clitty. She whined with a mixture of both pleasure and sorrow as the feeling hit her, welcoming it, but wishing it had taken longer to get there at the same time. Five minutes later she entered the galley, still flushed and panting gently, to wash her hands. Two of the interns were there. She couldn't remember their names, but they were kissing. They jerked apart when Mandy entered the room. Mandy thought it was odd that the guy blushed, while the girl just grinned at Mandy. "Hi," she said. Then, "What happened to you?" "What do you mean?" "You look like you just ran the hundred meter sprint," said the girl. "Oh," said Mandy, thinking furiously. "Had to check the bilges. It's a tight fit." "Oh," said the girl, no longer interested. She turned back to the boy, who pulled her back up on deck. Mandy washed her hands, sniffing them to make sure all her smell was gone from them. Then, because she was still full of energy, she began preparing the prime rib for cooking. ------- Chapter 6 All that day, divers went down and measured things and took photographs, coming back up to give data to Professor Simpson and Dawn Jones. By afternoon, all the female researchers were topless, even Julie, with the two dark spots visible on her left breast. She claimed they were bruises but everybody, even Mandy, knew better. Bob did some diving, and did other things to help the researchers if it was needed. Mandy did her cooking and maid work. She read Uncle Bob's book, which was titled "A Time To Kill." It fascinated her, because she'd never been around anyone who acted like the people in that book acted. She went to school with black kids, and had taken American history, but nothing like this had been taught to her in school. It turned out that not everybody was busy all the time. At one point one of the female interns came up to Mandy and asked if there was fishing gear on the boat. Mandy said she'd get it, but then found that the bait containers were empty. She realized Bob hadn't planned on fishing this trip, but knew there were ways around that problem so she took the rods up on deck. The girl was standing by Rupert, the dive master. It turned out he was going to teach the girl how to fish. "We didn't bring any bait," said Mandy. "But when my uncle gets up from below, just have him go back down and spear something. He's a master baiter. He'll know what to catch and how to cut it up to use for bait." She stopped talking because both Rupert and the girl were laughing. "What?" she asked. "Your uncle is a master baiter?" giggled the girl. Mandy blinked and then got it. She flushed red. "You know what I mean," she said. "I know exactly what you mean," laughed the girl. "I'm going to have to hook up with him later and tell him I can help him with his problem." She grinned. "Leave her alone," said Rupert. "She's the best cook I've seen in years. Don't piss her off." "Thank you," said Mandy stiffly. The idea that this topless girl, whose boobs were twice the size of Mandy's, rubbing up against her uncle made Mandy feel like yanking the bitch's hair out. "If we catch anything I'll bring it down to the galley," said Rupert. "We can have fresh fish some time." "That would be fine," said Mandy formally. ------- Around five that night the work stopped, and a party got going during dinner. Mandy stayed in the galley, serving food, supplying ice and washing dishes. Bob dispensed the liquor. The women stayed topless and couples went swimming together, though they didn't stray far from the boat. Even what Mandy thought of as "the adults" went into the water to wash the sweat off, and float, talking quietly. Around nine Bob ducked into the galley, where he found Mandy reading his book. "You going swimming tonight?" She looked up. "I don't think so. Maybe tomorrow." "I'm going to stay up on deck tonight," he said. "They may have snuck their own liquor aboard, and if any of them get frisky in the night and fall overboard I want to be where I can hear it. You can have the bed tonight." "Okay," she said. "In case they all go to bed and you don't need to stay up I'll try to sleep on one side." "That's fine. What time do you want me to get you up?" "Six, I think," she said. "It's pancakes tomorrow, and I mixed up the batter tonight. All I have to do is get the griddle hot and fry some bacon." "Six it is," he said. He started to duck out. "Hey!" she said. He turned around to see her marching toward him. "If you think you're getting away without a good night kiss you're wrong, buster!" she said. He grinned, and when she got closer, he stooped, put his arms around her and lifted her off the deck. His kiss was more forceful than he might have intended, but he'd been staring at a bevy of bare beauties all day and it felt good to hold a beauty against him, even if she wasn't bare. Her arms tightened around his neck and she kept pressing her lips to his long past when they would usually have stopped. Finally he put her down. "Wow," she sighed. "That was a dangerous kiss," he said. "Maybe," she said. "But I liked it." "Me too." He grinned. "That's what made it dangerous." He bowed. "As a first mate you beat the hell out of Manuel." She bowed back. "Thank you, Captain," she said formally. She read for ten more minutes and then turned all but one of the lights out. If anybody else wanted something, they'd have to fend for themselves. The smell of the sea washed the galley odors from her nose and she decided to walk abound the boat, enjoying the night. As she reached the Zodiac on the aft deck, she heard giggling, and a male groan. Tiptoeing to the boat, which was stored on top of a rope locker, she inched her head up to peek inside. The boy named Mike was sprawled in the bottom of the boat, lying on his back naked, while an equally naked Susan knelt over him on all fours. In the moonlight, her skin was very white looking. Her head was bobbing up and down over Mike's groin and Mandy's breath caught in her throat as she realized this was what a blow job looked like. The girl gave a slurping suck as she pulled upwards and Mike groaned again. "I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that," he panted softly. She let his prick pop out of her mouth. "Oh no you don't," she said. "You're not leaving me high and dry." "I don't have a sheath," he moaned. "Then don't cum in me," she said, pulling him up and changing places with him. She spread her legs and reached for him. "Don't worry, I'm hot enough it won't take long. As soon as I cum I'll suck you off." Mandy watched as he lay on top of the girl. There was a pause and his butt jerked forward. Both young people groaned and Mandy knew he had just shoved his penis into her. Then there was frantic jerking around by both of them, with much moaning and groaning, while both of them told each other to be more quiet, until they shook the whole boat. Susan gasped and whined, gripping Mike's butt cheeks. He groaned and suddenly froze, gasping. He turned his face to the moon and Mandy could see it looked like he was in terrible pain. "Damn you, Mike," gasped the girl under him. "Sorry," he gasped, and then seemed to jerk forward two or three more times. "Oh fuck me, you bastard," Susan moaned, and wrapped her legs around her lover. Mandy retreated then, because she found herself panting and didn't want them to hear. She mauled her nipples as she moved stealthily away from the boat. There was little chance they'd hear her, though, because they were creating a wet, slapping rhythmic sound themselves. Mandy almost ran to the starboard ladder that went to the bridge and scampered up it. Within minutes she was naked, writhing on her uncle's bed as the fingers of one hand tortured her teen clitty, while the ones on the other hand squeezed and pulled at her tender nipples. With a sob of relief she let an orgasm wash over her body, ending up in a tight ball as she tried to hold on to the feeling. Eventually, she relaxed, and sprawled on the bed, letting the sea rock her gently. She flopped on her stomach and pulled a pillow under her face. She immediately smelled the unique, faintly spicy odor that was what Uncle Bob splashed on his face after he shaved, and inhaled deeply. She remembered him referring to her as his first ... mate. Mate. Five minutes later she was digging into her pussy again, imagining her uncle on top of her, while they both gasped and grunted like the couple in the boat had. ------- Mandy woke and looked at the clock. It was a digital clock set to military time, and read 0653. She jerked up and realized two things immediately. First she was alone. The bed didn't look like her uncle had slept next to her. That was good, though, because the second thing she noticed was that she was still naked. She'd never slept naked before. She had rubbed so hard the night before that her pussy was sore, but she ignored that and scrambled for her suitcase. She pulled out her blue bikini and slipped into it. Staying barefoot, she went out onto the bridge, which was deserted. She found Uncle Bob sleeping on a chaise lounge on the deck. Lying on the deck beside him were the bottoms to an orange bikini. Other than him, there was no one to be seen. She bent over and poked him hard in the side with one stiffened finger. He sat bolt upright, and she'd have been scared if she hadn't seen it before. He could go from a deep snore to instantly awake in a split second. "You were supposed to get me up," she said. "It's almost seven!" "Sorry," he said. He got up and stretched, groaning. "I'm getting too old for this," he sighed. "You're not old," she scoffed. "I'm getting too old to sleep on a chaise lounge," he complained. "I have a kink in my back." "Poor baby," she said. "Why didn't you come to bed?" she asked, wondering what he would have thought if he'd seen her lying there naked. She wondered, for that matter what it would have been like waking up naked with him in bed too. "Alice wanted to hear sea stories, and kept talking until I got so sleepy I just stayed here." Mandy leaned down and picked up the orange bikini bottoms with two fingers. "This is probably responsible for the kink in your back, not sleeping on a chaise lounge." He waved a hand negligently at the cloth. "Those are Alice's. She wanted to show me her tattoo." "And she had to take these off to do it?" Mandy's voice rose. He blinked, and ran a hand through his hair. "Aren't you supposed to be cooking flapjacks?" "Go get them up," she said feeling what she now realized was jealousy. She didn't like the feeling. It made her want to smash something. "I'll have food ready for them by the time they get dressed." She blinked. "If they get dressed." Bob saluted and started for the below decks companionway. "Maybe I should get a tattoo," said Mandy under her breath, and followed. When she got to the galley she saw her uncle down the companionway, getting ready to knock on a stateroom door. She lost sight of him as she turned into the galley. "Maybe I should get two of them!" she grumbled. ------- Bob tapped on the first door and called out "Rise and shine. Chow in ten minutes." There was no response. After tapping again, he finally opened the door. A wave of the smell of sex hit him in the face. It was the intern's room, and there was a pile of naked bodies in the middle of the beds, which had been joined together. A male head lifted and acknowledged Bob's notification that it was time to get up. The next room was Bob and Ted and Carol and Alice's room, which looked and smelled identical to the one he'd just left. On one pale buttock Bob saw the tattoo he had just been so foolish as to mention to his niece. Once someone was awake in that room he moved on. As he reached to knock on Professor Simpson's door she opened it. She was naked and her hair was tousled. "We're up," she said, yawning. ------- Back in the galley Mandy had the first dozen pancakes in the warmer and was working on another twelve. Bob helped himself to four, with butter and syrup and dug into them with gusto. "What kind of tattoo was it?" she asked. Her voice sounded light and only semi interested. Bob recognized pouting female in that voice, and decided to ignore it. he swallowed. "Dolphin," he said pleasantly. "I have to warn you, the rooms will be a mess this morning." "I'm jealous," she said, surprising herself by saying it out loud. "Jealous of who?" he asked, suddenly alert. "Girls who get naked and ask you to look at their tattoos," she said grumpily. "Awwww," he said, grinning. "Tell you what. If you had a tattoo I'd be more than happy to look at it too." "I don't like feeling jealous!" she barked. "I talked to mom about it before we came on this stupid trip." He got serious. "Sweetheart, let me tell you something. If you weren't my niece, none of these women would get a second glance, because I wouldn't be able to take my eyes off of you." She felt her face get hot, and that familiar tingle in her loins that meant she could really enjoy a good rub about now. "I am your niece," she said, not sure how she felt about that. "Yeah." He sounded almost sad, too. She looked up at him. "Tonight I want you to sleep in the Bridge cabin." "If that will make you happy, I'll be glad to," he said. "That will make me happy," she said. "Where are you -" He was interrupted by Bob, Ted and Carol bursting into the galley, loudly proclaiming now good something smelled, and how starved they were. The captain never got to ask his first mate where she intended to sleep. ------- Mandy wrinkled her nose when she walked into the first stateroom, but it wasn't all that bad. She had already decided that the sheets for this group would have to be washed every day. They hadn't really made a mess, so much as the place just smelled funky. She opened the portholes to air it out and then did the same in the other rooms. The one the professor was staying in wasn't all that bad, but she aired it out anyway. Laundry kept her busy until it was time to prepare lunch. Bored with simple things like sandwiches and finger foods, Mandy made a casserole and fresh yeast rolls. Adding three kinds of vegetables to the menu and chocolate brownies for dessert rounded out the meal. The first to pop into the galley was Professor Simpson herself. She was naked, save for a different pair of bikini bottoms than she'd worn the day before. "Oh, I have to tell you. For two years I've been regaled by how great the food was that someone named Manuel prepared. When I arrived I was looking forward to sampling his cooking and was a little disappointed when I found out he wasn't going to be here. Just so you know, I'm no longer disappointed." She took in a deep breath through her nose and sighed. "Bless you, my child." "I'm not a child!" said Mandy stiffly. The woman smiled patiently. "Of course not," she said. "It was just a turn of the phrase, to let you know how much we appreciate great food." "I knew that," said Mandy, defensively. Professor Simpson laughed. "Boy, do I remember being that age, when everything was prickly and strange and I was mad all the time and didn't know why." "I'm not-" Simpson put up a hand to stop her. "I know, I know, you're not that girl. Can I find out if it's as good as it smells? Please?" Her attitude seemed genuine, and Mandy thawed a bit. "Of course," she said. Meals for this group were buffet style, since they didn't all come eat at the same time. She moved the pans of food to make a serving line and the professor sampled things, rolling her eyes and making the kind of humming noises that makes any cook feel good. "You may as well go ahead and eat," said Mandy. "It's ready, and you're here." "May I take a plate out on deck?" "Of course," said Mandy. The woman filled her plate and snagged a glass of iced tea. She stopped before she left. "You're quite obviously no child." "Thank you, professor." "It's Amy to you," she said with a smile. "And you're Amanda ... right? "Most people call me Mandy," she said. "Ahh, the familiar form of the name. I can understand that." "What do you mean?" asked the girl. "Mandy is the juvenile or familiar form of your formal name, but it's more intimate. Using your formal name stresses your adult character but people prefer to be less formal with you. All I meant was that I can understand why people would want to be intimate with you. You're quite beautiful and fresh." Mandy's jaw dropped. "I can't wait any longer to eat this most delightful repast," said Amy. "I promise to bus my own dishes." She ended with a bright "Thanks!" and turned to go up on deck. Mandy stared after her, amazed at what had just transpired. She knew she had snapped at the woman who, after all, was an adult, and a customer to boot. And her characterization of Mandy as prickly and angry hit closer to the mark than she wanted to admit. She thought about that for a minute. When had that happened? She wasn't usually unhappy or in a funk. In fact it was rare for her to feel anger about much of anything. Her self analysis was interrupted by the thunder of male feet. Young men pushed and shoved each other in playful competition to get to the food line first. Obviously Amy had showed off her dinner. The women were right behind the men, but were acting much more mature. Mandy merely stepped back, keeping an eye out for behavior that might result in spills, and watched as her food was decimated. It made her feel good when all the men flirted with her before leaving to eat. ------- Chapter 7 Mandy was convinced that Professor Simpson would have brought her dirty dishes back to the galley as promised, but she went up on deck to collect things anyway, so she could get a load of dishes done right away. She moved around the deck, putting dishes in a gray plastic tub. About half the people ignored her, busy with their work. But the other half smiled at her and said how wonderful dinner had been. Amy was sitting Indian style on the deck beside some coral samples, writing in a notebook when Mandy approached to get her dishes. There were still several bites left on the plate. "Are you finished?" asked Mandy. Amy looked up and smiled. "Let me get those last morsels. This is too good to waste." She put her pen down and reached for the food with her fingers, scooping them into her mouth in a decidedly unacademic manner that, nonetheless, pleased the cook. Mandy picked up the plate, and then saw another nearby and got that too. She left the tea glass where it sat, because it was half full. "Does our nudity bother you?" asked the woman, licking her fingertips. "What?" Mandy looked at her in surprise. "Does it bother you that we decided to go topless?" "No," said Mandy. "I've seen it before. You're not the first customers to do that." "Oh," said Amy. "I just thought..." She didn't finish. "What did you think?" "Well, you have the body for it," said the woman. "I thought if you were used to it you'd have joined us by now." Mandy blushed. "I don't have the body for it." Amy laughed. "Believe me, nobody would complain if you were dressed like I am." Her eyebrows rose. "Perhaps I should have said un-dressed like I am." "I don't think my uncle would approve if I did that," said Mandy. "Bob?" Amy's eyes smiled along with her mouth. "Bob appreciates beauty just like the rest of us." She held up a hand to forestall Mandy's response. "Of course you don't have to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know we appreciate the freedom to do this, and I'm glad it doesn't bother you." "Thank you," said Mandy. "I need to get these washed." She hefted the tub of dirty dishes. "Of course," said Amy. "Thanks again for a delicious dinner." "You're welcome," said the girl. ------- Mandy took Bob a plate of food after he failed to show up to get his own. He was on the bridge, monitoring radio traffic on a storm that was brewing to the east of their position. "Thanks," he said, digging in immediately. "Uncle Bob?" He looked up, but continued to chew. "Is there any chance..." She stopped and blushed, but went on. "Is there any possibility that Professor Simpson is a..." Again she couldn't finish. Bob just waited. Finally Mandy got it out in a rush. "I think Professor Simpson might have hit on me!" That got his attention and he tried to swallow and get his mouth clear. Mandy tried to give him more information while he did so. "I mean she wants me to call her Amy, and she said I was beautiful and that I had the body to go nude like them. She wanted to know if it bothered me that they were doing that and kind of suggested that I could do it too. At least I think that's what she meant." Able to speak now, Bob didn't. Instead he seemed to be thinking about something. Finally he spoke. "Well, I happen to know she likes girls ... but I also know she likes boys too." "So she's bi," said Mandy. "Yeah," said Bob. "What should I do?" asked the girl. "That's easy," he said. "If you don't want the attention, just tell her you don't. Any time somebody asks you to do something, or suggests you do something that makes you uncomfortable, just tell them it makes you uncomfortable and that you're not going to do it. Plain and simple." "She said something like that too," said Mandy. "Well she said I didn't have to do anything that made me uncomfortable." "I doubt she was coming on to you," said Bob. "I have a hard time believing she'd go for someone like you." Mandy looked hurt. "Gee, thanks," she said. He laughed. "What I meant was I don't think she'd try to seduce a sixteen year old. There's nothing wrong with you. You are every man's wet dream." He blinked. That hadn't come out quite like he'd intended. He tried to cover. "What I mean is that while she might be attracted to you, she's in a position where it would be somewhat foolish to enter a relationship with a girl your age. She's a smart woman and knows that. If it will make you feel better, though, I'll speak with her about it." "No!" said Mandy instantly. "I'm probably being silly, and I don't want to hurt her feelings, or make her think I'm some kind of freak for thinking that." "You're not a freak, Pumpkin," said Bob. "Didn't you say she said you had the body to go naked? That's not your every day garden variety chit chat." "Promise not to say anything to her," insisted Mandy. "Okay," he said. He looked at his food, and then looked back up at her. "You're probably right. I mean you are beautiful, and you would look great..." He stopped. It was obvious he'd been about to say "naked" and that was confirmed when his face darkened. "however you're dressed," he finished with a croaking voice. He cleared his throat. "You need to batten down the galley tonight. We could get a blow from the east and if we do we can't ride it out here. I'll have to up anchor and get away from the reef, which means we could have a rough night." "Got it," she said. "I'll be back for your plate later." "Good stuff," he said, forking his mouth full again. "Thank you," she said sweetly. On her way back to the galley, though, all she could think about was his comment about her being every man's wet dream. Every man's wet dream. And Uncle Bob was a man. ------- Bob gave the team a warning at five-thirty. Some of them were already rotating in to get something to eat, but divers were still down. When he saw Amy and Rupert together he approached them. "We've got a squall bearing down on us from the east," he said. "Based on the radio traffic from boats out in it, it could toss us around. We need to move away from the reef to ride it out." "How long do we have?" asked the dive master, no doubt thinking about how he was going to get his divers out of the water. "I'd say an hour max," said Bob. "I'll just go down and get them," said Rupert, picking up a set of air tanks. Within a few minutes he was overboard, on his way to shepherd the divers back to the boat. Bob started to go back to the bridge, and then paused. "Mandy's locking things down in the galley," he told Amy. "If your people are going to eat - and that might not be the best idea - they need to do it quickly so she can finish up." "How bad is this going to get?" asked the professor, frowning. "It won't be anything the boat can't handle," said Bob. "I'll steer into the waves as much as I can, but there's going to be a lot of up and down for a while." "Hmmmm," she said. "Up and down. I wonder." "Wonder what?" he asked. "Nothing," she said. "I just had an idea of how that up and down motion might be put to use, that's all." "Well good luck," said Bob. "I'd secure all the gear down below. There's no telling what the wind will be like and waves may come over the side." "I'll see that it's taken care of," she said. ------- By eight, when there should still have been an hour of daylight left, it was dark as pitch. The wind had picked up and was cutting the tops off the waves. It wasn't raining yet, but the exterior surfaces of the yacht were soaked with spray anyway. The researchers had retreated to their cabins. Bob was at the wheel, nosing the yacht into the wind. Mandy, with no other place to be, was on the bridge with her uncle. At first she tried to lie in bed and read, but the motion of the boat made that too difficult. Feeling car sick, she got up and took the waves with her knees, standing beside Bob. Seeing her there, he gave her tasks to do, including reporting their GPS position to him occasionally, and giving him updates on oil pressure and temperatures of the engines. Bob could have done all that himself, but she needed something to do as the storm got worse and worse. Down below, Amy put her theory to the test. She hypothesized that, if one had something to take his or her mind off the lurching motion of the boat, then sea sickness would be staved off. What she had in mind was Rupert, flat on his back, with her riding him, letting the motion of the waves do all the fucking. John and Dawn watched for a few minutes and then tried it themselves. It worked rather well, until the men came. While they recuperated, the women tried to keep them interested by forming a sixty-nine and slurping away at the men's creamy offering. Then, to spice things up and keep everybody at a peak of interest, the women switched partners and they started all over again. Of course Amy didn't suggest any of this to the students, who huddled miserably in their staterooms, sick as dogs. In the intern's stateroom Susan was the first to go, and vomited into a trash can. The odor triggered it in Mike, who opened a porthole and tried to vomit through it. The wind blew it back in his face, and he was drenched with spray and puke when he turned around. Bill and Julie both lost it and basically puked on each other before they could do anything about it. In the other stateroom, Bob, Ted, Carol and Alice, more experienced with rough seas, made a game of it by blindfolding each other and rolling together on the bed, letting the sea cause them to meet and then part. They kept up a streaming chatter, identifying each other and what their hands were coming into contact with. The men attempted not to grope each other, while at the same time copping as many feels on the women as possible. It was the closest to swapping they had ever done. Unlike their professor, they didn't quite make the jump to having full sex in the storm. ------- The storm wasn't the worst Bob had ever seen, but it required him to stay up all night steering a course through it. Mandy hung in there with him. Around five in the morning the waves began to moderate, and the worst of it was past. Bob found they were about twenty miles off course, and came around to let the wind blow them back toward the research area. It changed the motion of the boat from constant jarring impacts into the waves, to a long wallowing roll as waves slipped under the yacht and lifted it more or less gently. Mandy leaned against her uncle's shoulder. "I'm going to lie down. I might be able to sleep in this," she said. "Go for it," said Bob. "If my suspicions are correct, nobody's going to want breakfast anyway. We're going to have some cleanup to do." "You mean I'll have some cleanup to do," muttered Mandy. "I'll help," said Bob. "That's a lot of people for one person to have to deal with." "Maybe they didn't all throw up," said Mandy. "Right," said Bob. "And I have a bridge in San Francisco that's for sale cheap." He grinned tiredly. "Get some sleep if you can. I'll get them back to being busy on the reef and we can worry about the rooms this afternoon." ------- They went through the slow approach again, with Mandy steering the yacht and Bob giving her directions. Again he called for a "slow screw" and, for the first time, it had the effect of innuendo on Mandy. She blushed, but then got her mind back on business as Bob signaled her to drop the anchor. She kept the engines running as the last of the wind blew the boat around to face east, just in case her uncle didn't like the way it was settling. He was happy, though, so she cut the engines and started steeling herself to deal with the likely after effects of the storm. The swells were still rocking the boat, but it wasn't too bad now, and they were moderating quickly. Bob went down into the galley to take stock, and smelled the intern's room even with the door closed. He groaned. John poked his nose out of the room farther down the passageway. "Is that awful odor what I think it is?" he asked. "If you can smell it, that means your room is in much better shape," said Bob. "We actually had a good time," said John. "Not that I want to do it again real soon, but it wasn't bad at all." "I am amazed," said Bob. "We thought of something to do to while away the time," said John, leering." "You're kidding," said Bob. "Not at all. I can fully recommend it to your future customers, though I have to admit if the storm had lasted any longer than it did, we men would have been in a world of hurt." He sighed. "I may walk bowlegged as it is." Bob held up a hand. "That's more information that I need," he said. "Sorry," said John. He sniffed and wrinkled his nose. "I guess the others didn't fare so well." "Nope," said Bob. He looked around the galley. Mandy had done everything perfectly. Nothing had broken loose and there was no damage or mess to clean up. Amy came out of the stateroom apparently wearing only a shirt. "Can we go swimming yet?" she asked, yawning. "No problem," said Bob. "I'd wear a life jacket, though. The wind has calmed, but the waves may still be fairly high. Have somebody watch you from the boat and if you need to be retrieved, they can come get me." "Come on, John," she said, grabbing his wrist. On the stairs up to the deck she shucked off the shirt, leaving herself naked. Bob watched John hurry behind her and shook his head. Rather than look into the staterooms at this early hour, Bob decided to get some rest himself. He went up on deck where John was standing at the rail, watching Amy bobbing in the water, an orange life jacket holding her up as the waves lifted and lowered her. He told John that if anybody needed him, he'd be in the cabin on the bridge. It wasn't until he opened the cabin door that he remembered Mandy. She was sprawled on the bed, taking up about the two thirds of it next to the wall. Her mouth was open and relaxed. She didn't snore, but he could hear the air being drawn into her throat. Her breasts slowly rose and fell. Her shirt had pulled up, exposing her belly and Bob felt a lurch of interest in his groin. Shoving thoughts of that aside, he crawled onto his third of the bed, snagged a pillow, and closed his eyes. ------- Bob woke up. He realized something had clanged, hitting the deck outside, and awakened him. He felt the soft body against him and opened his eyes. Mandy wasn't taking up two thirds of the bed any more. Somehow, while they slept, she had moved closer to the wall and he had followed. She was, in fact, pressed against the wall by his body. One of her wrists lay limply on his hip. His right hand, on the arm scrunched under his weight, was caught between them. The back side of it was pressed to one of her breasts, flattening it slightly. He realized that arm was asleep when he couldn't feel her breast. He caught himself trying to will blood back into the arm and shifted away from her slightly. Her eyes popped open, showed confusion for a split second and then calmed. "Where'd you come from?" she asked, licking her lips. Several things darted through Bob's mind, one of which was a crack about how she should have learned about the birds and bees by this time, but he let that one go. "Well, before I lay down here, I was close enough to the staterooms to know that there was some sea sickness." "Shit," she said softly. "Mandy!" he chided. "I'd almost rather it was shit than vomit," she said, quite seriously. "Let's just stay here." "Us?" He felt another dozen things twitter through his head. "You and me," she said, as if he was a five year old. "I'm all comfy. I don't want to move. I for sure don't want to go clean up three smelly staterooms." "But you want me to stay too," he said, carefully. "If you get up and go to work I have to do the same thing," she said patiently. "Oh," he said. He berated himself for thinking she'd meant she wanted to lie there with him because she ... well ... wanted to lie there with him. "Besides, I like lying here with you," she said. "Oh damn," he said softly, feeling his penis react. He tried to figure out if it was pressed against her or not. "Now who's got the potty mouth?" she teased. "This is a bad idea," he thought to himself. The problem was that he muttered it too. "What's a bad idea?" she asked. She shifted and her breast pushed against his hand again. "My arm is asleep," he said, avoiding her question. She shifted again and, as he moved his hand, she rolled toward him, her soft breasts impacting his chest. Her face was only an inch from his, her blue eyes staring right into his own. Quite suddenly they were kissing. ------- Chapter 8 To be honest, neither of them planned it, but that kiss suddenly tripped switches in both of them. Their lips pressed more firmly, and their eyes closed. An urgency crept into the kiss, and they pressed harder as their hands began to move, until her arms were around his neck and his were clasping her waist, pulling her to him. No longer did he think about his erection and whether she'd feel it or not. Now, unconsciously, he ground it against her. She became almost frantic, panting through her nose as his tongue flicked between her lips and the kiss turned French. She made little mewling sounds and began to try to bite his lips ... his tongue ... anything she could get into her mouth. He was the first to realize what was happening, but couldn't pull away because now her hands were behind his head, pulling him harshly against her lips. His hands pulled from around her and tried to push her away. Completely by accident his palms landed on her breasts and his push only flattened them. But that got her attention and she pulled back, eyes wide now, the breath rasping in her throat. She looked down at his hands. He tried to pull them away, but his elbows hit his own body and all he did was lessen the pressure on them, only to have her lean towards him and push her breasts back into his hands. "Stop!" he gasped. "We can't do this." She blinked, swallowed, and then leaned back. He was able to scoot away from her and get his hands off her body. "I'm sorry," he panted. "I don't know what happened." "I do," she whispered. "You kissed me." He was about to correct her and suggest she had kissed HIM, when she went on. "I've never kissed a boy before." She blinked. "A man," she corrected. She stared at him. "Wow!" "I didn't mean to," he said helplessly. "I'm not mad," she said suddenly. Then "Wow!" again. "I see what all the fuss is about now. I've always liked your kisses, but that was completely different." "I don't know what happened," he said again. "Kiss me again!" she said, her eyes glowing. "No!" he barked. "It was bad enough the first time." "That wasn't bad," she said. "That was awesome." "I'm your uncle," he said. She thought about that for a few seconds. "I can't imagine letting any of the boys I know do that," she said. Her whole body shuddered and then her hand went to lie on his side. "But you are my uncle. I know you. I love you." She leaned back. "I've kissed you before," he said. "Not like that!" "That's not the kind of kiss an uncle should give his niece." "That was the best kiss you ever gave me," she sighed. "Come on. Just one more." "No way," he said, wishing he could sit up so he could get up. If he rolled backwards any more he'd fall off the bed, and then he'd look stupid. "That kind of kissing leads to things." "Like you putting your hands on my boobs?" she asked. "I didn't mean to put them there," he said immediately. "I was just trying to push you away." "Then why did you squeeze them?" she asked. "That felt really good too, by the way." "Don't do this to me, Mandy," he groaned. "You really meant all that stuff," she said. "Didn't you." Her tone of voice made it wound more like a statement than a question. "What stuff?" he asked, feeling panic eating at his control. She wasn't acting like a scared little girl. She wasn't even agreeing with him! "That I'm beautiful ... and that you might not be able to control yourself ... all that stuff I thought you were just teasing about." "For Pete's sake, Mandy, of course I meant it. Any man would love to do what I just did, but I'm your Uncle!" "You kiss Mom like that," said Mandy, her eyebrows coming together. "Not like that," he croaked. "Maybe not quite that long," she admitted, "But you kiss her a lot longer than you ever kiss me." "That's different," he said. "She's a grownup." "So she gets grown up kisses, and I get little girl pecks," she said, sounding on the edge of being angry. "You ARE a girl," he moaned. "Do girls have boobs like you just squeezed?" she asked archly. "You have a boner, Uncle Bob. I feel it pressing against me. Do you get boners for little girls? Do you get a boner when you sleep in Mom's bed?" She stopped suddenly, and her eyes went wide again as she recalled all that "tossing and turning" she'd heard, all those nights when Uncle Bob was sleeping in her mother's bedroom. She took in a breath as scenes she'd hurriedly peeked at on the internet took on the faces of her mother and uncle. An explosion of heat in her stomach made her feel like she might puke, except that it felt good. Bob saw the realization in the teenager's eyes, and knew that she had figured out what he and Jill had been worried she'd figure out for years. Still, they couldn't help themselves. Their love ... and lust ... was too strong. "Mandy..." His voice sounded sad. "You and mom ... do it," whispered Mandy. "Mandy," he said urgently. "It's not like that. I can explain." "How can you explain that you fuck my mother!" Mandy yelled the last word. She blinked several times. "You've been doing it for years!" The jig was up, and Bob knew it. The only defense he had was the truth. "It happened the first time by accident," he said. "We were in our teens ... not much older than you ... and she went on a date that didn't work out, and she wanted me to ... um ... teach her something and ... well ... one thing led to another." He stopped. "It was an accident, but we love each other, Mandy. And I guess we just never stopped." "What about my father?" she asked. "Did you do that when she was going out with him?" "I didn't even know she WAS going out with anybody," he said. "She told me it was a one night fling ... that she'd been kicking up her heels, and had decided that it was highly overrated. Then you came along, and she needed help with you sometimes, and she never dated after that. I didn't either. I've never met another woman who could compare to Jill." "Except me, apparently," said Mandy. "No, sweetheart," he said urgently. "I'm not trying to do that with you. I love you, and I love your mother. She'd kill me if she found out I tried anything with you. We know what we're doing is wrong in the eyes of the world, Mandy. We just can't help ourselves. I'm not dragging you into all this." "What if I want to be dragged into it?" she asked. He didn't take her seriously at all. She was, after all, only sixteen. What did a sixteen year old know about the world and how hard it could be on those who did not conform? "You don't," he said firmly. "Your mother and I have made our bed." He blinked. That hadn't quite come out like he'd intended. "I mean we know the consequences. We've already had years of joy together, but it could have come apart any time. You have your whole life ahead of you. You're going to college, and will get a great job and never have to clean up puke on this boat again after that. I'm not about to fuck up your life just because I can't help feeling things for you too." "So you won't kiss me again," she said, her voice low. "Absolutely not," he said firmly. "I see." "Good." "I have to go to the bathroom," she said. "Your big, ugly body is in the way." "Oh!" he said. Unconsciously he started to roll backwards, then flailed his arm as he realized what was about to happen. Her hand in his chest, pushing, overcame his balance and he floundered on the floor of the cabin. She got up and stepped over him and went into the head. She closed the door as he levered himself up. Unable to face her when she came out, he left the cabin to check on the boat and his passengers. ------- Mandy wasn't surprised to find the cabin empty when she came out of the head. Her mind was churning, and she used that distraction by going directly to the staterooms and starting the long process of getting the smell out of them. She stripped all the linens out and put them in the washer. Then, with a tub of water mixed with cleanser, she scrubbed down all the surfaces in each room. By the time she was done, it was past time to get lunch ready. She hurried into the galley and got out the kinds of items that she kept on hand precisely for this kind of situation. Pans of frozen enchiladas went into the oven. The microwave got other ingredients hot and within half an hour she had fixings ready for burritos and tacos. Once she got the sauces, cheeses and other toppings laid out, she rang the dinner gong and started back up on the bridge to clean up herself. She knew she smelled of vomit. She intended to get clean clothes and take them back down below to put on after taking a shower. But the researchers, famished after skipping breakfast that morning, were already crowding into the galley, and she'd have to fight her way past them to the shower. She didn't want to do that smelling like she did. The solution was simple, particularly because, while she had been cleaning cabins, she had been thinking about her uncle. That he and her mother were making the bed springs squeak was kind of creepy, but not disgusting. After all, she knew what it felt like to kiss him. And after spending half an hour trying to think of any other male she'd let do that, and thinking of none, she had decided that what was good for the goose, would probably be just as good for the goose's fledgling. She hadn't really thought things out. She just knew that she wanted more of what she'd tasted, and he was being obstinate. She'd already decided what tack to take about his obstinacy, and her need to get un-smelly presented a perfect opportunity for her to put her plan ... such as it was ... into action. She looked around the boat and saw Bob talking to Rupert. They were poring over some piece of equipment on the deck. She strode over, touched Bob on the elbow and said "I smell awful. I'm going swimming." He glanced at her and nodded before turning back to Rupert. Then, as if he'd thought of something, he turned back to her. "Stay close to the boat," he said. "Wear a life jacket." Mandy ignored him. Instead, she went to the swimming platform, where she stripped her shirt up over her head, baring her teen breasts to the world. Then she pushed her shorts and panties down and, in a graceful leap, arched her naked body into a shallow dive into the ocean. ------- When Rupert said "Wow!" Bob turned to see what had shocked him, and got a glimpse of two pale buttocks and a pair of long legs disappear into the ocean. The realization that it was Mandy arrived at his brain about the same time Rupert said "And I thought she wasn't going to take part in the festivities." "She's not," said Bob, his voice hollow. "Well somebody forgot to tell her," said Rupert. They watched as the girl bobbed to the surface, running both hands along the sides of her head to make her hair lay back. She tread water, rising and falling on waves that were mellow after the night of storm. Her white body could be seen teasingly through the green translucence of the water. She saw the men looking her way and reached an arm up out of the water to wave. "What the hell?" Bob grunted. "Much friendlier than before," suggested Rupert. "And she even took it up a notch. Amy's been complaining that she wanted to go totally au naturale, but couldn't get anybody to agree to do it with her. She'll be delighted." Bob looked at the man and blinked. He got a grin in return. "Which means I'll be delighted too, of course." "Don't be too delighted," growled Bob. "She's my niece and she's off limits." "I was talking about Amy," said Rupert innocently. "Sure you were." He went to step down onto the swimming platform and yelled at Mandy to come back to the boat. She did so and tread water, her breasts now clearly visible through the water. "What?" she asked, as if nothing was wrong. "You're naked," he said. "Well duh," she said. "What are you doing?" "I didn't want to push through the lunch rush to get to the shower smelling like puke," she said. "So I'm just taking a bath here." "You shouldn't be naked," he said. "I can't take a bath with clothes on," she said firmly. Bob heard a babble of voices behind him and turned to see the whole crowd of researchers boiling up out of the galley. Rupert was in the lead, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Obviously he'd told them what Mandy was doing. Amy was trying to eat a taco with one hand and push her bikini bottoms off with the other. All the men were searching the ocean for Mandy. The girls, all of whom were topless, looked nervous. Mandy looked up to see faces peering at her. "Should I get out now?" she asked. "No!" barked Bob. "I don't want to get like a prune," she complained. "You're naked!" said Bob, staring down at her. "So are most of them," said Mandy, pointing. Bob turned to find that the men, seeing that Amy had gone the last step towards real nudism, had gleefully joined in. One of the girls was pushing her bottoms off, and three of the others were fiddling with their suits clearly about to conform to the new norm. That much flesh unsettled Bob and he stared. He felt the boat dip and heard splashing water and turned to find Mandy had pulled herself up onto the platform and was standing by him, totally naked, letting the water drip off her body. "Damn!" he groaned. "Potty mouth," she said primly. "May I get my clothes? I need to take them and wash them now that the galley has cleared out." Bob looked at her. His eyes fell to cherry-tipped, stiff nipples capping generous mounds of white flesh speckled with drops of water. He noticed there was a spray of freckles across the upper slopes of her breasts. He couldn't help himself and his eyes slid down across a flat stomach to a tuft of blond hair that was only a shade or two darker than the platinum tresses that lay wetly on her shoulders. "I'll go with you," said Bob, glancing up on deck where what seemed like a surplus of men were staring interestedly at Mandy. "Cover yourself up, girl!" "Uncle Bob," she said reasonably, "They're all nude, and we've had lots of nude sunbathers on the boat before. What's the big deal?" "I thought you said you weren't comfortable with the idea of going nude," he said. "That was when I thought Professor Simpson might be a lesbian," said Mandy. "You explained she's bi instead, and that she wouldn't be interested in me. I believe you also said I'd look good if I was like this." "I never said that," he complained. "I almost said it, but..." He gave up in defeat. "So do I look good?" He looked at her sharply. "Just what are you up to, young lady?" he asked. "Nothing," she said, innocently. "I'm just doing what the customers do." The first thing that flooded into Bob's mind was what he was quite sure the customers appeared to be doing at night. The second thing he thought about was that Mandy obviously knew about that too, based on her own reports to him about the condition of the staterooms. The front of his baggies began to move out away from his body as the image of his niece, on her back naked, assaulted his mind. "Come on," he snarled. She complained as he not only escorted her past the crowd of now naked researchers, but did so by gripping her elbow hard enough to cause pain. She ended up almost jogging beside him, her breasts and butt cheeks bouncing. Most of the men stared, and most of the women let them know how inappropriate it was to stare at an underage girl while the woman each man was currently fucking was right there in arms reach. Amy called for order and sternly instructed the group to get back to work. ------- "You're hurting me," Mandy complained as Bob hauled her down the stairs to the galley. He let go. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to squeeze so hard." "What's wrong with you?" she asked angrily. "My niece is stark naked!" he barked. "That's what's wrong with me!" "Well get used to it," said Mandy stubbornly. "If they're going nude, then I am too." "I'll tell your mother!" he warned, and then felt foolish. "Oh, you can be sure my mother and I are going to have a long talk when we get back!" snapped Mandy. "You don't complain when she gets naked!" "That's completely different!" he said intensely. "Your mother and I love each other." "Well tell her whatever you want to," sniffed Mandy. "I'm staying naked and that's that. Now, I have clothes to wash, and lunch to clean up from. Go do something that needs to be done." ------- Bob didn't know what to do. When he went up on deck, there were naked researchers everywhere. It had been bad enough when they were only topless. Now, he saw, about half the women were shaved, which put a variety of pussy lips on plain display. Images of these people tumbling around in bed surged through his mind and he got even stiffer. He climbed the ladder to the bridge. He wasn't needed up there for anything, because they were anchored, but it was someplace to be alone. He went into the cabin and shoved his shorts down, freeing his cock. Falling onto the bed he began stroking. He smelled the scent of Mandy next to him, and stroked faster, closing his eyes. She looked so much like Jill had at that age, young, passionate, so willing to let her brother suckle at tender nipples while she told him how wonderful it felt. It was easy to remember Jill, lying back on the bed, legs open and arms reaching for him as he crawled up to mount her teenage body. Those had been wonderful years. And the years since had been just as good, if not better. Jill was still full of passion for him ... still flaunted her body at him, teasing him into iron hardness ... still welcomed his seed into her womb. He groaned as he thought of Mandy, and that kiss they'd shared. She'd wanted another. He jerked faster. He knew he could seduce her ... that like her mother, she'd let him between her legs. But it would be a betrayal to Jill. Not that they'd pledged everlasting fidelity to each other or anything. If they'd have been able to marry they would have, but that was out of the question. And both had always known that someone might come along and take the other away to a normal life. But neither had wanted to find anyone else, and they'd been lovers now for almost two decades. He inhaled deeply as his balls gave up their contents, and pulled Mandy's scent in while he spurted on the sheets where she'd lain. ------- Chapter 9 Feeling vaguely guilty, Bob merely nodded at Mandy as he slipped past her to the washing machine. It was running and he remembered she'd brought her own clothes down to wash. He opened the machine and saw her stuff was all that was in it, so he stuffed the sheets in, added soap, and restarted the machine on a new cycle. He came out and tried to act normally, which was practically impossible since she was still stark naked. "I missed lunch. Anything left?" "You know where the snacks are," she said. She was putting together ingredients for hot rolls and her skin was spotted with flour. He wanted to reach out and brush the white powder off of one of her breasts, but controlled himself. "Don't be mad at me, Mandy," he said. "I'm not mad," she said. "Yes you are." "Am not." "Are too." That got a grin from her, but then she frowned. "Why don't you like looking at me like this?" she asked. "I do like looking at you like this," he said, exasperation creeping into his voice. "I'm just not supposed to, that's all. It's frustrating." "What if Mom said it was okay?" asked Mandy. "Do you really think she would?" Mandy sagged. "No," she admitted. "She'd probably ground me if she found out I got naked in front of all these people." "I expect she would," he said. He felt like this was going much better. Maybe she'd get dressed again soon. He hoped so. His dick, only recently assuaged, was perking up again already. "Well that's too bad," said Mandy suddenly. "I like this. It makes me feel weird, but it also makes me feel like laughing too. It's fun, kind of. Did you see that Professor Simpson has a tattoo?" "Of course not," he said. "Why would I be looking for a tattoo?" "Because she's naked!" snapped Mandy. "Don't tell me you don't like looking at any naked woman. I know you're not gay!" There was acid in her voice. "Of course I'm not gay," he said, sounding wounded. "But I don't ogle naked customers either. That's all." "What if I had a tattoo?" she asked innocently. "Would you really look at it?" "First off, if you got a tattoo without your mother's approval she'd probably scour it off with steel wool," he said, trying to sound menacing. It didn't work. "Secondly, it would all depend on where it was, now wouldn't it." He smiled, thinking he'd won a point. Mandy wasn't cowed at all. "Oh, I don't know. I think Mom would approve of a nice, tasteful little tattoo. What kind do you think would look good on me?" Bob, like many men, was fighting a losing battle and didn't even know it. Her question was so normal sounding that he reacted normally. "Where?" he asked. "Where Professor Simpson has hers, of course," said Mandy sweetly. "She's a respectable adult, after all." "I told you, I didn't see hers." If the truth were told, Bob had been so busy looking at his niece that he really hadn't had time to inspect any of the other naked people on his boat. "Are you sure? It's right on her -" She stopped. She'd been about to say "pussy" but couldn't quite use that word in front of her uncle. "Where?" asked Bob. "Right here," said Mandy, placing one slim fingertip on her fluff of pubic hair. "Except she doesn't have any hair there," she added. "It's letters of some kind, but I couldn't see them because you were hauling me down here so fast." "Those men were all looking at you," he said. "I know. It made me feel like I was going to fly into pieces," she said. "It was very strange, but I kind of liked it at the same time." "They were lusting after you," he said, his voice low. "I know that too," she said. "But I also know you won't let anything happen to me. You'll protect me from them." "Yeah," Bob sighed. "But who'll protect you from me?" "Who says I want to be protected from you?" she asked lightly. "That doesn't help, Mandy," he groaned. "Who says I'm trying to help?" She grinned. "Damn!" he grunted, and whirled, to go up on deck. "Potty mouth!" He heard the tinkle of her laugh and thought about going back to the bridge cabin for another round of relief. ------- The sun was down, and the breeze was light. As rough as the night before had been, this one was calm and delightful. Couples, still naked, were scattered around the deck, sitting together, some of them necking, or talking softly. Bob had broken out the booze to celebrate weathering the storm. There was general enthusiasm about it until he informed them it would be rationed. After grousing about that for a bit, they settled down to sip what he dispensed, and drifted off into groups of two. The older folks and Rupert took their drinks to their stateroom and closed the door. Along with the last of their clothes, other rules about polite behavior in public seemed to have been dispensed with as well. Though it wasn't quite dark, it was obvious that some of the couples intended to pursue the ultimate pleasure right there on deck, under the stars. Mandy, while she had grown more and more accustomed to being naked, wasn't quite ready to see that kind of thing, though. That time when she'd seen Chastity lustily fucking her own father had stayed starkly in her mind. Chastity, even younger than Mandy was, had obviously been having a great time, and it had confused Mandy for a long time. Now those confused feelings had returned. She wondered what it would be like to do what Chastity had been doing ... but do them with her uncle. She was already worked up enough, just thinking about it. Seeing others doing that would just make things worse. Out of habit she went to her Uncle and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'm going up to the bridge," she said. "Okay," he said. "I'll be up later." "Okay," she said. Once on the bridge, Mandy fiddled with the radio, tuning it to various bands and frequencies, but there was nothing going on. Even the Coast Guard frequency was silent. She wandered into the cabin and saw that Uncle Bob had put new sheets on the bed. She stretched out on them, enjoying the crisp feel of clean sheets, like she always did. She reached for the book she was currently reading, flipped on the reading light, and settled down to read. The day had taken its toll on her, and fifteen minutes later she was asleep, the book lying loosely on her stomach. ------- Bob stayed up late for multiple reasons. He liked making sure things were quiet and his passengers were tucked in before he went off to bed himself. Also, when human activity ceased, the symphony of the sea could be heard clearly. That symphony was comprised of equal parts nature and the sound of the boat reacting to nature, and it never failed to make him feel alive in ways it was hard to describe. Man has tried to best nature many times, and usually loses. The best he can hope for is to work with her and enjoy those times when she rocks him to sleep. Another reason, though, was that he kept thinking about the bed he would be going to when he finally turned in. More to the point he thought about who would be in that bed, and various ways "things" could play out. He tried not to think about that. He tried to be responsible. But the last time she'd kissed his cheek she'd been nude, and gorgeous. His prick stiffened as he remembered what her bouncing naked buttocks had looked like as she walked away. To distract himself he scanned through the frequencies on the marine radio, like Mandy had. Like her, he heard nothing of concern. He walked around the boat twice, finding things to do. He even washed the dishes someone had used and placed in the sink in the galley. He listened at the door of each stateroom, feeling somewhat voyeuristic, but heard nothing. It had been a hard night, followed by a full day of work, so he wasn't surprised all sounded asleep. Finding his prick was once again soft, and feeling drained himself, he finally decided to turn in. But when he went into the cabin, and saw her lying there, the breath caught in his throat. His penis twitched and began to grow again, making his shorts bulge. She lay with one leg bent, her hands lying loosely on the paperback book, which was on her stomach. He could see taut pink pussy lips where her legs joined. Her breasts rose and fell slowly, the nipples now slack and flat on slightly darker areolas. Her blond hair was fanned out on the pillow. She looked gorgeous, so much like Jill had at that age that it made a knot in his stomach. Bob Masters had never taken his sister for granted, never assumed that being able to crawl between her soft thighs was some right or his due. He had always known how lucky he was that Jill had returned his desire. And every time he saw her waiting for him, welcoming him, he got that same knot in his gut. He was rock hard now. He didn't know what to do. She was in the middle of the bed. He couldn't just lie down next to her like he had the night before. Besides, tonight she was naked, and he knew that, if he lay down, he wouldn't be able to control his hands. His prick was insistent, and he reached unconsciously to squeeze it. It occurred to him that he could MAKE it go soft, and his shorts were down around his thighs before he realized he had pushed them there. He looked down and saw his hand grip his cock and start stroking. He watched the tip as he pulled his foreskin off of it, and then pushed it back to cover the knob, already feeling the sweet anticipation of release. He looked up at the girl who had gotten him this way, knowing that if he stared at her naked body he could be done within half a minute. Her eyes were open. Her blue eyes were staring back at him. ------- Chapter 10 His fist froze, gripping his prick tightly, as complex emotions washed through him. There was the instant hot stab of fear, seasoned heavily with shame. But there was also the catharsis of confession as his actions admitted, at least in part, how he felt about this woman/child. There was amazement as he realized her eyes showed no fear. They glittered, in fact, as she turned her head a little. It was a completely normal movement, just that of someone wanting to see something a little better. "I'm sorry!" He gasped, still otherwise frozen. She sat up suddenly and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. It was graceful and effortless, as only the young and fit can accomplish so smoothly. The book fell to the deck, ignored. What Mandy was thinking about at that second was the 'master baiter' incident, and that intern saying she'd talk to Bob and offer to help him with his "problem." "I want to help," she said softly, staring right at his penis. "Oh baby," he groaned. She looked up at his face, and the transformation on her own features was plain. There was indecision there, at a minimum, and fear at most. "That is because of me ... isn't it?" She sounded terribly vulnerable in those seconds and Bob knew that, if he said it was because of one of the other women on the boat, his problem would be solved. He also knew it would crush her, and could well cost him their relationship. If he'd had time to think ... to talk ... to slow things down, he might have avoided the collision this trip had fated for them. But he couldn't think past not wanting to hurt her. "Yes," he whispered. In agony he tried to do something right. "It shouldn't be. I mean this is wrong. I thought you were asleep. I didn't mean for you to see." "I know," she said softly. "I know you love me." She frowned. "I mean I know you're trying to do the right thing, except that I don't think it is the right thing. I thought what Chastity was doing with her father was gross and nasty, but I'm not so sure any more, because I know how I feel about you." She looked down at his fist again, and the head of his cock protruding from it. "I think I know how my mother feels too ... maybe ... just a little bit." "This is crazy!" he panted. The urge to start stroking again was almost irresistible. "It doesn't feel crazy," she said, tilting her head to one side. "It feels weird, because I've never wanted to touch one before ... but not crazy." "You want to touch it," he said weakly, running that information through his processing centers for possibly the third time in a row. "Don't ask me why," she said, looking slightly confused. "It's like going nude. I never thought about it until suddenly I wanted to try it." She looked down at her body. "I didn't actually mean to go to bed naked," she said, looking back up. "I just fell asleep." "It's okay," he croaked, simply trying to respond to her apology, rather than the substance of it. "So..." She was staring at his groin again. The inference was clear, and yet she didn't seem ... passionate ... about it. It was more like she was simply curious, and for reasons he couldn't fathom it made him feel less like he was about to see a train wreck. "You just want to touch it," he breathed. "That's all ... right?" She nodded, never breaking her gaze. He had to concentrate on making his fingers loosen their grip. He was mildly astonished to see the stark white imprint of his fingers fill rapidly with blood. It distracted him enough that he didn't see her move forward and reach. Her hand encircled his prick and squeezed tentatively. She pushed, the heel of her hand moving to impact his pubic hair, and then pulled. He stepped toward her instinctively, which brought his prick close enough that she could bend her elbow. "Like this?" she asked, her eyes wide. Her hand moved back and forth several more times, the grip alternating from loose to tight as she experimented. "Oh fuck me," he groaned, staring at her hand. His emotions surged. "Uncle Bob!" she chided. "Such a potty mouth! You can't say that. I didn't say anything about doing that, Uncle Bob. I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet." The "yet" in her sentence ignited something deep in Bob Masters, something primal that interpreted "yet" as a promise of things to come "later." The stab of elation/anticipation that speared into his groin blew the doors off the sperm bank, and a thick rope of semen leapt from the tip of his penis to land on her left breast, an inch above the nipple. "Oh fuck me to tears," he gasped, bending forward, so strong were the muscular reactions to his orgasm. He flailed blindly with one hand, seeking purchase on anything at all, and his hand closed on her shoulder. He gripped it hard as a second and then third line of white launched from his penis to paint the startled girl's chest. She let go of his penis like it was burning her hand and leaned away from him instinctively. His weight, leaning on her shoulder overbalanced her and she fell backwards with a squawk. Bob, helpless to do anything else fell on top of her. Mandy felt her uncle's body crushing her, but it only lasted a second or two before he pushed up with his arms. She had fallen straight back, and he fell in such a way that his knees would have landed on the edge of the bed, had her body not been in the way. As a result, when he pushed himself up to get off of her body, his thighs slid, dragging the tip of his still weeping prick from her belly button through her pubic hair. With her butt still right on the edge of the bed, and her legs spread, his balls fell off her mons as his weight pulled his hips toward the floor. His penis, still mostly hard, followed, splitting the tight lips he had gazed at, and scraping across Mandy's clitty in a stroke that only lasted half a second before his knees skidded on the deck painfully. In that half second, though, Mandy's hypersensitive brain, bolstered both by sexual hormones and the sudden introduction of adrenaline, registered a plethora of sensations. There was the smell of Uncle Bob, unique in its own way, as well as the heavy overlay of the odor of what had come leaping from the tip of his penis, and which now coated her chest and abdomen. There was the feel of his weight on her, which was somehow both scary and intoxicating at the same time. And there was that very brief zing between her legs that fairly screamed that there was more ... much more ... that could be felt there. "I'm so sorry!" gasped Bob as he ignored the pain in his skinned knees and struggled to his feet." "'Sokay!" she gasped in return, sitting up. She looked down. Her front was a mess of creamy off white, that had clear mixed in it. It was even in what she laughingly referred to as her "girly hair" because otherwise it seemed gross after it started growing. The faint echoes of that electric zap she'd felt drew her fingers between her legs, where they found the spot and pressed briefly, as if to confirm that she had, in fact, felt what she'd felt. When she pulled her fingers away they were messy with his white spend too. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Bob groaned, backing up. Looking at her, stained with his ejaculate, he could feel his penis trying to harden again. It was insane. "Would you please stop cursing like that?" she barked firmly. "You don't sound like my uncle when you do that!" "I'm sorry," he whispered. "This is just so fu--" He stopped suddenly. "Messed up," he finished. "It does make a mess," she agreed, dragging her already spermy fingers through the sheen on her abdomen. She looked up. "Time to go for a quick swim." "What?" Bob was still trying to come to grips with what had just happened. He was far, far behind the power curve, though. "To get this gunk off of us," she said, holding up one white-covered finger. He looked down and then saw what his brain had been trying to alert him to. His chest and abdomen were similarly soiled, where his chest had dragged across her. She stood up and started for the door of the cabin. "You're naked!" he gasped. She turned. "Is anybody on deck?" He shook his head and she opened the door. "Come on," she said. He followed her, pulling up the shorts that were around his knees, and then feeling stupid because he'd have to take them off when he got into the ocean. Mandy stepped down to the swimming platform and, because it was dark, jumped into the water instead of diving. Bob kicked off his shorts and joined her. She swam to where he was and tread water in front of him. "I had no idea it would be like that," she said softly. He could see her rubbing her body with her hands, removing his spunk. "I'm really sorry," he said, able to put together coherent sentences at last. "I didn't mean to let that happen. I just lost control." "I've never made a guy lose control before," she said. He could see the white of her teeth in the dark. "That was your sperm ... right?" "Yes," he said, deciding not to quibble about whether it was sperm or semen. He couldn't believe they were talking about it in the first place. "There was a lot of it," she said. Bob's world, which had never included a sixteen-year-old niece in it who spoke of such things so calmly, rotated on its axis a little further. "I guess so," he said, his voice cracking. "Does it always happen that fast?" she asked, curiosity obvious in her voice. "No!" he said quickly, and then realized that was driven by pride, rather than any sane evaluation of this conversation. "It was just really, really intense." He wasn't sure that covered it, so he went on. "I mean the surprise of you doing it made things a little crazy." That didn't cover it either and he tried one more time. "Because it was you, I lost control." "So does that mean you were horny?" "That's kind of a crass way to put it," he said. "Crasser than squirting your sperm all over me?" "Well ... when you put it that way ... but I didn't mean to do that. Honest." "So were you horny or not?" she insisted. "Okay, I guess I was horny." "Horny for me ... right?" "Who else was there?" he growled. She giggled. "I have to tell you, it feels really good to know a man got that horny for you." "You're a bit young to have experienced that," He said, still growling. "Too late," she said, flippantly. "I'm beginning to understand why my friends all act like they do when they talk about going on dates with horny guys." "Great," sighed Bob. "I think I'm horny too," she said. "Great," he groaned. "I've never felt this way," she said. "I never wanted to touch a boy's ... you know ... but yours was ... I don't' know ... I liked it. I didn't get to touch it very much, but I really liked it while it lasted." Bob felt his face flame, and was glad it was dark. "So what now?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean what do we do next?" "Nothing!" he said firmly. "We shouldn't even have done that." "Too late," she said again, in exactly the same tone of voice. He jerked and almost yelped as her hand suddenly fumbled and grasped his penis under the water. "What happened?" she asked, squeezing. "It's all tiny!" He reached to push her hand away, which was more difficult than he imagined it would be, especially when she tried to evade his hand and grab him again. "Stop it!" he hissed. "No way," she laughed. "Why did it get tiny?" He was so busy fighting her off that he couldn't think of anything to say. Finally he whirled in the water and swam to the boat. He launched his body out of the water onto the swimming platform. Hearing her coming towards him, he bent down, picked up his shorts, and moved to climb up on deck. "Uncle Bob!" she teased. "What's wrong?" "Hush!" he said in a loud whisper. She seemed to leap out of the water. His eyes, accustomed to the night, took in her pale, nude body. Her breasts and where her bikini covered her below that seemed to practically glow in the dark. She surprised him by coming quickly up to him and reaching for his dick again. She giggled, and he knew she was teasing him. "Knock it off!" he rasped. "I don't want to," she giggled. In the end he fled, rather than fight her off. His plan was to get to the bridge, get into the captain's cabin, and lock her out until he exacted promises for good behavior. But she was young and fit, and by the time he got to the door to his cabin she was right behind him, her fingers nipping at his butt cheeks. "Stop!" he yelled, and she laughed. He tripped, and this time it was Mandy who landed on top of him. They writhed on the bed as she immediately tried to tickle him and then went for his penis again with her hand. He realized he was getting hard again, and felt despair. Where was the shy, retiring little girl he knew so well? Who was this lioness on top of him ... laughing at him ... making him feel like a teenage boy on his first date? A surge of anger at her wanton behavior gave him control over his own body and within seconds he had reversed their roles. She was on the bed and he was straddling her, sitting on her hips, her wrists held captive in his hands and pressed to the bed. She was still laughing. "Not fair," she complained, grinning. "You're the one who's not fair," he growled. "You can't tease a man like that, Mandy." "But it's fun," she complained, still smiling widely. Even with her hair wet and stringy, she was heart-stoppingly beautiful. He glanced down to see his thick bone lying right on top of her pussy lips, the tip nesting in her hair. His eyes moved up her body. Her breasts were heaving as she caught her breath from their tussle. Her nipples were spiked now, firm and dark. He felt like he was in a dream as he scooted down, still holding her hands immobile and lowered his lips to seal around one nipple. He gave an expert little suck and she gasped in shock. He lifted his face and moved it up right over hers. "Is it still fun now, princess?" he whispered. "Is it still fun knowing a man is horny for you? That he wants to have you? That he wants to do things to you? That he wants to..." He stopped himself from saying "fuck you?" Her eyes widened, showing white all around her pupils, and she turned her head each way, looking at her captive wrists before rolling back to stare into his face. "I'm not afraid of you," she whispered. He sat up, releasing her hands. His weight pushed her butt into the bed. "You're an idiot," he said firmly. She lifted her head and stared at his groin. "You're all big again." He looked down to see his penis at full mast again. It was angled up slightly, no longer touching her, but it was only inches from her firm, pouty pussy lips. "Shit," he said softly. This time she didn't scold him for cursing. Neither did she reach for his rod. "I still think I'm horny," she said softly. He sat there, staring down at her. "Do you masturbate?" he asked. "Uncle Bob!" she moaned, flushing bright red as her hands came to cover her eyes. Her skin flushed pink all the way down to the upper slopes of her breasts. "Sweety, you're way too deep into this now to get all coy with me." He stared at her. "Do you?" "Yes," she said in a tiny, high-pitched voice. "Well then why didn't you just do that?" he asked disgustedly. "Because I found out it's fun to try new things," she defended. He stared at her for so long she got nervous. Finally he spoke. "Okay. Let's make a deal. You made me feel good. Now I'll make you feel good, but that's all. And then you put on something and go to sleep. Deal?" "What are you going to do?" she asked, a little breathlessly. "Something like you probably do," he said. "Deal?" "Okay," she said quickly. ------- Chapter 11 He thought it would be easy. He thought it would be quick. He was wrong on both counts. When he slid his hand between her wide spread legs, she arched up, obviously loving what he was doing. She moaned, and whined and wiggled. But she didn't cum. Eventually he took the chance of sliding a finger into her and the reaction was almost athletic. Her hips thrust upward and she groaned as her pussy snapped at his finger. He probed more deeply and she panted "Yes! Do that!" It wasn't until he leaned over and sucked at her nipple again, fingerfucking her fast, that she finally went over the edge. Then he had to cover her mouth with his, because it turned out she was a screamer. It wasn't until her rigid body finally relaxed limply that he realized her hand was welded to his stiff prick. As the rest of her body sank into the mattress, her hand began to move, slowly at first, and then more rapidly. "I'll do it," he panted. "No," she whispered. "It will make a mess," he moaned. "The sheets are wet anyway," she puffed. He went much longer this time, drinking in the sight of her naked body splayed on his bed, sated by her orgasm. He had to tell her to speed up a little, but when she found the right rhythm it was suddenly very easy to cum. As he felt it stealing through his groin, he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "Oh, baby," he breathed into her open mouth. Then he spurted, this time hitting her hip and getting some on her still stroking hand. He let his head rest on her shoulder and took deep breaths while, using only noises in his throat, he made it perfectly clear that he was very, very pleased. Without words, they got up and she pulled the sheets off the bed, using them to clean herself off while he got fresh sheets and quickly made up the bed again. Getting into her suitcase she got out shorts and a T shirt and slipped them on. She climbed back onto the bed while he did the same and moved over against the wall. She lay down with her back to him and moved a pillow under her head. "You okay?" he asked, nervous because she was obviously ignoring him. "Perfect," she whispered. ------- Bob woke to find Mandy sitting Indian style on her part of the bed. She was combing her hair with her fingers. He was lying on his back and realized his morning wood was making itself known under the shorts he was wearing. "Did you have a dream about me?" she asked, when she realized he was awake. "No ... why?" "It's hard again," she said. He explained the biology of things to her. "So it's not for me?" She sounded disappointed. "No," he said firmly. "Too bad," she said lightly. "I really like playing with it." "Isn't this kind of sudden?" he asked. She nodded. "Uh huh." "So don't you think you've experimented enough?" She shook her head. "Nope." "Your mother is going to kill me," he said softly. "My mother is going to share you," said the woman child. "You're insane. She'll never agree to that. She'll send you off to a convent first." "Then I'll escape," said Mandy, her face quite serious. Bob knew enough about women, particularly Masters women, to know that arguing would be fruitless. "So exactly how much experimentation are you thinking about engaging in?" he asked. "I don't know," she said softly. "This is all new to me." "You know I love your mother," he said. She looked at him like he was crazy. "Well duh!" "And you know I love you too." She beamed. "What I couldn't live with is if this caused a rift between you and your mother." "How can she complain?" asked Mandy. "She's had you all these years. Is it so strange that I want you too?" "Sweety you're sixteen," he reminded her gently. "And she was sixteen too ... right? And next year I'll be seventeen, and then eighteen. Just like she was." "You'll notice she had a baby," said Bob dryly. "And because of that she didn't get to go to college." Mandy frowned suddenly. "Are you trying to tell me you're my father?" Bob blinked. He hadn't thought anyone would think that way, Then again, nobody knew about him and his sister. Until now. "No!" he said firmly. "I was gone and your mother went out with this guy, and things got out of hand. She didn't intend to do that with him." "There sure is a lot of things getting out of hand involved in all this sex stuff," she said, sounding grumpy. "That's what I've been trying to explain to you," he said, earnestly. "Sex is a very powerful drive and once you've opened up the sex box, you can't just slam it closed again. At least not very easily. That's why your mother let that guy do things that she didn't mean for him to do." The girl frowned again. "Do you think she wishes she never had me?" "Of course not," said Bob. "It's just that she didn't have the options you do, and she and I both want to preserve all those options when it comes to you." "I get it, Uncle Bob," she said seriously. "I understand that you want me to be everything I can be and all that stuff. What you need to get is that lots of people do that, but it doesn't mean they're happy. I'm happy right now. I love my life. I love being on the boat. I love being with you. My mom loves you, obviously, and she's pretty happy. I don't think you're moaning and groaning about how life has treated you. Okay, so when I'm eighteen, if I can go to college I will, and if I can't, for whatever reason, then I won't. The point is that I'm more interested in loving my life than making it into what a bunch of other people think it should look like." She sat there, waiting for him to say something. He was more than a little surprised that she could boil things down to such a basic level at her age. He felt annoyed as his eyes raked over her. Suddenly she was heart-stoppingly beautiful. He could see her nipples through the shirt she'd put on, and what he wanted more than anything right then was to get her naked again and coax another of those screaming orgasms from her. His annoyance was that she was acting more mature than he was in this situation. He sat up suddenly. "I have to pee," he said gruffly. "Don't be wearing those shorts when you come back," she said coyly. "We have customers to take care of," he growled. "They're all still asleep," she said. "What if they're not?" "I don't care." "Well I do, because they'll be hungry, and as much as I'd like to eat you right now, feeding them comes first." He stopped and glared at her. "We are running a business here, and work comes before pleasure ... got that?" She grinned and saluted. "Aye aye, Captain!" she sang out. She bounced up and started taking her clothes off. "What are you doing?" he groaned. "The customers are going nude on this trip," she said. "I'm just making them feel at home." ------- Bob thought it might get easier because he figured he would get used to seeing Mandy naked. By lunch he suspected he was wrong. By suppertime he knew it. By contrast, the researchers seemed to take the girl's nudity in stride. The men looked, but didn't leer. And, while it wasn't unusual for one of the men to get an erection - sometimes when Mandy was present and other times when she wasn't - there seemed to be some unspoken agreement for the others to ignore it, and the stiff penis usually flagged relatively quickly, all by itself. The women basically ignored Mandy, with the possible exception of Amy, who glanced and smiled a few times, but that was all. Rather than getting used to it, Bob felt more and more uncomfortable all day long. A primary reason for that was because he was now the only person on the boat who wore anything other than skin diving gear, and he began to feel out of place. The problem was that, while the other men seemed to have at least some control over their erections, Bob did not. He'd gotten hard when Mandy stripped in their cabin, and the only times during the day he wasn't stiff as a board was when she was off doing her work and he couldn't see her. If he joined the guests in their nudity, his politically incorrect interest in his niece would soon become common knowledge. Meanwhile the work went on. People ate, and chatted, and catalogued the samples, and took their turns diving to collect more samples. Everything seemed maddeningly normal to the point that Bob was bored. He finally sat with a book and tried to read. He was almost successful in diverting himself, too. But then Mandy would come up on deck with a pitcher of tea, or a basket of sodas, or a tray of snacks. He'd stare at her pink nipples and remember the taste and texture of them. He'd recall how tightly her pussy gripped his finger, and how she thrust her pussy up onto his finger with such joy and abandonment. And then he'd imagine what that pussy would feel like gripping his prick. By evening he'd jerked off four times and his cock was actually sore. ------- The sea was dead calm that evening, and there was no hint of breeze. The heat of the day lingered and it was perfect for swimming. Bob hauled out life jackets and ski belts, but Mandy dove in without anything, exulting in the feel of the water on her naked body. She was joined by other naked sweating bodies, as the researchers took advantage of the cool water. People formed small groups of two to four and talked quietly. Mandy, not feeling the urge to join any group, levered herself up on the carpeted swim deck. Her uncle had disappeared. She looked at the groups of people floating in the water, talking quietly. Most wore life jackets so they didn't have to tread water, but a few were more adventurous. Phil and Carol had moved farthest away from the boat and were locked in a torrid embrace. Phil was wearing a life jacket, while Carol was not. It was obvious from bouncing and waves they were creating that Phil was responsible for keeping Carol's head out of the water. Mandy was pretty sure that the life jacket was keeping Phil afloat, and Phil's no doubt stiff penis was keeping Carol from sliding down into the water. The four adults were, as usual, clustered together, all wearing life jackets. Every once in a while somebody would kiss somebody else. Mandy noticed that the only combination that never materialized was the men kissing each other. She wondered vaguely if a woman's lips would feel any different than Uncle Bob's. Suddenly she wanted kisses of her own. She'd brought out the evening snack, only to find there was no one on deck to eat it, so she left it out and went looking for her uncle. The zodiac was in use again, but she didn't stop to see which woman was making low, throaty, appreciative sounds that made Mandy's pussy demand to be rubbed. She ignored it and went on to the side of the boat away from the swimmers, where she found Bill and Julie making out. Bill was lying on a chaise lounge and Julie was astride him, bending over so he could suck at her nipples. Mandy couldn't tell for sure if they were fucking or not, but Julie was rocking gently to and fro. After a complete circuit of the boat revealed no uncle, she climbed up into the bridge. He wasn't there either, which only left the galley or the engine room. She found him in the galley, making a sandwich. "Hi," she said, standing where he could see her whole body. She felt something wet appearing, like magic, in her pussy when he looked at her. She loved that look. "Everything okay?" he asked. "No." "What's wrong?" "Every other woman on this boat is getting kissed except me," she said. He put the knife he'd been spreading mayonnaise with down, almost carefully. He turned around and her eyes saw his shorts were bulging. Gracelessly he pushed the front of his shorts down and his boner sprang into view. "See this?" he said, his voice low and full of tension. "If you keep fucking around with me ... you're going to be fucking around with me." The raw emotion in his voice told her as much or more than the words did. She didn't even think about scolding him for his language. "I can't help it," she complained. "Well I can't either!" he barked. "You think this is some game, that's fun to play." He walked right up to her. He looked funny with the shorts halfway on and halfway off his hips, with his stiff prick jutting out, but she didn't feel like laughing. The look on his face made all the humor evaporate. "It is a game, of sorts, but not the kind you're thinking," he went on. "I can't help wanting you. I've wanted you all day long. And if you get your kisses, we're going to get in that bed tonight and tomorrow morning you won't be a virgin any more, Mandy. Do you get that?" His voice got harsh. "I want to fuck you, Mandy! I want to pin you to that bed and fuck you until you go limp. It's the same thing I do with your mother, and sometimes it takes an hour or more because she drives me insane with lust. You make me feel the same way, girl! You don't know what you're doing, Mandy, and you have no idea what I want to do." She put one hand on his chest, and he thought he'd finally scared some sense into her and she was going to push him away. "You're right," she said a little breathlessly. "I don't know what I'm doing. But that's the whole point, isn't it? In your eyes I'm an ignorant little girl. And I am ignorant, but I'm not a little girl any more, Uncle Bob. I know what they're doing out there. I know what Chastity's father does with her. And I can't help but be curious about it. I just wanted some kisses, and to feel good. I wasn't planning on ... what you said ... but if that has to happen then okay, because I have to learn about that too, sooner or later. I just know I love you and I want to feel you next to me, and I don't want to be alone." He blinked. She wasn't scared at all. He'd basically told her he was going to rape her, and she just stood there and said, for all intents and purposes, that he could. He felt suddenly like he was under water, and didn't know which way went to the surface, where he could get a breath and think. In his distress and disorientation, Bob's assumption that his niece wasn't scared was not entirely correct. While his rant had not driven a spike of fear through her heart, her attempt to imagine what his words conveyed made her knees so weak she thought she was going to slump to the deck. At the same time she felt a ball of heat explode in her abdomen that seemed to shoot sparks to her nipples and pussy. Before this trip she hadn't thought more than a few seconds at a time about losing her virginity. She had known it would happen some day, but that thought was so foreign that she just couldn't imagine the circumstances under which it could take place. Now she could. She knew what it felt like to have her uncle's weight on top of her. She knew what it felt like to have something thick and hard in her pussy. She knew what happened when his penis was stimulated. And quite suddenly, the thought of what he was threatening seemed to lose its threat entirely. In point of fact, Mandy Masters couldn't think of another man she'd rather give her virginity to. ------- Chapter 12 In the end, Mandy simply took his hand and led him up out of the galley, onto the deck. He frantically jerked his shorts back up, but otherwise let her pull him to the ladder to the bridge. She climbed first, and he looked up to see her pussy exposed to him each time a foot lifted to a new rung. He suddenly smelled her, and realized she was excited. It blew his mind, until he thought of Jill, whose unabashed, joyful welcome to him was always the same. Jill didn't let him fuck her. She demanded he make love with her. He wished he could talk to Jill right now. He wished he could drag Mandy in front of her and tell her what was happening. He knew she'd put a stop to it. He knew he should put a stop to it. And if she'd showed the slightest indecision or fear, he might have been able to simply lay down the law. But she didn't want the law laid down. She wanted herself laid down. What saved him was that while she was full of hormones, she was also inexperienced. As a result, when he stepped through the door, she was lying on the bed with her legs out straight and her arms beside her. Her legs were spread, but her pose was stiff and unnatural. She looked just like what she was - an inexperienced virgin. "I'm ready," she said. It was her complete and total inexperience that released the pressure on him. The urge to mate with her leaked out of him. He was still turned on ... still horny as a three antlered buck ... but he knew she wasn't ready. Not by a long shot. "No, you're not," he said with conviction. "Uncle Bob," she complained. She'd thought she won, and was afraid he was going to deny her. "You have no concept of what it means to be ready, pumpkin." He pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them, letting his prick bob, pointing at her. His hand came to stroke it once. "Not for something like this." He stroked twice more as he decided what to do. His voice was raspy when he spoke again. "But before I'm done with you, you will." ------- He didn't know how much she'd done with boys. He got the impression it wasn't much, but it didn't matter anyway, because whatever a boy had done to her would pale by comparison to what she was about to go through. First, he gave her the kisses she'd wanted ... long, tongue-swapping kisses, during which he stroked her gently, stoking her passion little by little. Then he went down on her. She tried to avoid it once she tumbled to what his intent was. He knew that because of her ignorance, she'd just naturally feel nasty down there and that, in the future, she'd prepare for this eventuality. But she had been swimming a short time before. He could taste the salt of the sea on her, but her own salt was there too. It only took ten of fifteen seconds before she stopped resisting him and quit trying to get away. Fifteen seconds after that her complaints turned to moans. Two or three minutes later he was scrabbling for a pillow, which he pushed up over her face. Thankfully she understood and cried out her pleasure into the pillow as she had her first orgasm from oral sex. He kept going and brought her off a second time with his mouth and tongue. He finally stopped, so she could catch her breath. He kissed her fluffy blond pubes. "You might look good shaved here," he said. "But don't mar this beautiful skin with some corny tattoo." "I thought you said you didn't look at Professor Simpson's tattoo," she panted. "I hadn't ... then. I'm not blind, though, and she sure doesn't mind anybody seeing it." "I still don't know what it says," said Mandy, taking deeper, more measured breaths now. She was still lying limply, completely unashamed that her uncle's face was hovering over her pussy. "It's in some kind of flowery font and I'm too embarrassed to just lean down and read it." "That makes two of us." He grinned. "But if you just have to get a tattoo here," he kissed her mons again, "then make it an oyster." "Why?" she asked, sounding confused. "Because I love eating them," he said, and dove in again to slurp at her pussy lips some more while she squealed and bucked under him. He got her close and moved up to work on her breasts with his lips, while he fingerfucked her through two more orgasms. By then she was gasping and dizzy and he had to stop to let her catch her breath again. Then he taught her how to perform oral sex on a man. She resisted that too, initially, but again, once she'd experienced it for half a minute, she found out her preconceptions were entirely false. First his spoken words of praise, and then his moans thrilled her with the knowledge that she had the power to please him. He stopped her before he came. It was too early to ask her to let him cum in her mouth. Instead he rubbed the head of his prick over her breasts, and along her side as she giggled. When he got between her legs she stopped giggling and held her breath as he pressed the tip between her pussy lips. But he didn't fuck her. Instead he used his cock to rub her clit until she was thrusting and moaning. He couldn't bring her off with just that, though. And he'd lost the urge to cum as well, having been hard so long that his prick was actually a bit desensitized. So he went down on her again until she bucked and squealed and covered her face with the pillow once more. He lay down beside her and pulled her into a sweaty embrace. More kisses made her wiggle against him, but all he did was kiss her over and over. He hadn't made out like this in years, and had forgotten how much fun it was to make love just between lips. Finally he rolled away from her so their bodies could cool. He got up and turned on the little fan bolted high up on one wall. It only had a six inch diameter blade, but it moved enough air to feel like it was cooling. He lay back down beside her on his back. "Are we ... done?" she asked hesitantly. "For now," he said. "But I thought you were going to..." "Are you happy?" "What?" "Do you feel good?" "I feel wonderful." "Then just lie there and enjoy it," he said. "We don't need to do anything else if you're already happy." "Oh." She sounded confused. "What about you?" she asked. "I'm pretty happy too," he said. "Oh." There was the faintest tinge of disappointment in her voice and he wanted to smile, but suppressed it. He reached for the switch on the wall that dimmed the lights. They were never fully off, since the captain might have to get up and be able to take quick action. He felt the cool of the fan at the same time she rolled towards him and draped her arm across his body. She lifted up so he could get an arm under her, kissed his shoulder and then used it for a pillow as she closed her eyes. ------- Bob woke suddenly, but without a sensation of danger. He opened his eyes and years of experience told him the light coming through a porthole was pre-dawn - probably about 0500 at this latitude. Then, with a gasp, he jerked his head up off the pillow and looked at the girl who had just closed her lips over the head of his cock and then sucked. He was already stiff, and had a suspicion she'd been playing, trying not to wake him. One of her hands was busy between her legs while the other held the base of his rampant prick gently between thumb and forefinger. Her mouth felt hot. She sucked gently, then harder, plainly experimenting. He saw her cheeks collapse and was amazed to feel what that did around his prick. Her tongue swirled around his knob. "You're going to get a mouthful if you keep that up," he said. Still sucking she rolled her eyes upward. She sucked as she pulled off, making a plopping sound. "I don't want a mouthful," she said. "Then you better stop." She rose smoothly to stand on her knees, her hand still stroking between her thighs. He could see she was sliding one of her slim fingers in and out of her pussy, mauling her clitty while she did so. "I'm horny," she whispered. "Come squat over my face," he said, grinning. "Just don't suffocate me." She stood up and bumped her head on the ceiling. Ducking she straddled him, but didn't step up toward his head. Instead she started squatting over his prick, which was now almost lying on his abdomen, leaning drunkenly to the left. He thought she was just going to rub, but she reached for his cock and held it up, instinctively bringing the tip to split her pussy lips. He drew breath to say her name, and then gasped with her as she let her weight drop. His prick slid up into her like a hot knife through very cold butter. Her gasp contained pain, and her eyes were wide open, her mouth in a grimace. "Fuck that hurts!" she yelped. She looked down at him accusingly. "Idiot!" he snapped. He was angry with her for not asking first. Part of him whispered he'd have said "No," while another part laughed at that. His thought processes morphed from anger to sadness that he hadn't had the chance to make her first time completely enjoyable. "Get off," he said with less heat. "No." "If it hurts, then get off!" he said again. "It's not so bad," she said, sitting stock still, full of hard prick. "I think it just surprised me. I didn't think it would hurt." He sighed. "Oh I know you didn't think." Her pussy suddenly relaxed and then squeezed tight again. It felt fantastic but he held himself still. "You shouldn't have done that." "I wanted to know what it feels like," she complained. "Well there's a right way and a wrong way to do these things," he said. "That was the wrong way, huh," she said, but she gave him a wan smile. "A few years from now, when you're used to things, you can do that — just sit down on it, I mean. But that's not what I meant." "I know, I know," she said. "I'm too young and you're my uncle. Blah, blah, blah." She actually smiled. "Would you have said yes if I asked first?" "No." He didn't mention that part of his brain that was laughing. "See?" she said, like she'd won the argument. "What's inside you right now can make you very, very pregnant," he said. "You can't be very, very pregnant," she said smugly. "You're either pregnant or you're not. Besides, I'm just sitting here. It doesn't hurt any more, by the way." "That's because you're not moving," he said. "And I'm leaking. You had me ready to pop when you stopped sucking." "I brought tampons on this trip, just in case," she said. "What?" "My period is almost here. I can't get pregnant right now. I learned that in sex ed." "Sweetheart, there are millions of women with a baby on their hip saying 'I shouldn't have gotten pregnant!' The only way not to get pregnant is not to let one of those things in your pussy." "Too late," she sighed. She leaned forward and put her hands on his chest. "What happens if I move?" she asked, and then moved her hips forward. Her eyes went round again as her clitty was serviced. "Ohhhh," she sighed. "Mandy!" he said, warning in his voice. Twenty seconds later she was making spastic motions, unable to find either a style or rhythm to settle into. She was still having fun, but he was pretty sure that's all it would end up being. And giving her instructions just seemed too weird. He hadn't been able to moderate her first reception of a prick. At least he could give her orgasms before he pulled out of her and blew his cork. Without warning he pulled her down and rolled, ending up on top of her with his knees planted firmly in the mattress. He powered forward, eliciting a gasping grunt from her. He pulled back and then reentered her more slowly, rubbing her clit before pulling back and going deep again to do the same thing. She gurgled, and her hands came to his hips to grip tightly. Her eyes were bright and she bit her lip. "Uncle Bob!" she gasped. "What?" he growled. "This is my birthday present. This is what I want." Suddenly all the control he'd found vanished as his libido heard a woman in heat, appreciative of his passion and ability. He collapsed on her and did what Jill loved, sliding his hands under her shoulders to grip them from underneath. Then, lying with his weight fully on her, he gave her rabbit strokes, knowing that her clit was being both crushed and stroked at the same time her pussy was never empty of prick. Just like her mother she went off like a bomb. Her tortured cries escaped between her mouth and his chest and her heels beat a tattoo on the bed as her fingernails drew blood on his ass. His loss of control firmly IN control, he grunted himself as his prick spat globs of semen into her virgin belly. Two ... three ... four spurts jetted into her as he thrust with all his strength, pulling on her shoulders, making her completely helpless to her attempted fertilization. Panting deeply he let go of her shoulders to plant his hands and push his chest up. He heard the whistle of air racing through her throat into her lungs, and stared down at her glazed eyes. They cleared as he watched them, and he leaned down to kiss her lips as his cock dribbled its last into her. His kiss was more of a brushing of lips as they both panted. "Sorry," he whispered. "Shit, fuck, damn, hell," she whispered back. "I got a little carried away," he said. "That doesn't give you license to have a potty mouth." "Shit, fuck, damn, hell," she panted again. "No wonder people like doing that." ------- Watching his prick come out of her, coated with dangerous sperm, made him feel miserable at his loss of self control. His continued apologies finally merited a harsh "Shut up!" from her. "I'm not sorry!" she went on. He didn't know what else to say, and just looked at her. "I'm not mad!" she said, looking mad. "You look mad," he said. "The only thing that peeves me is that you're trying to ruin something that is one of the most awesome things to ever happen to me... ever!" "Oh." "I have to go get breakfast ready," she said. She got up and got into her suitcase to get clothes. Her bubble butt was presented, below which were a pair of puffy pussy lips weeping thick, white jism. Bob's groin signaled interest and he was almost horrified until she turned and saw the look on his face. "Would you stop that!" she hissed. "I wanted that. I loved it! You didn't hurt me. I feel fine. I'm not ruined, and I'm not pregnant. Get it?" He held up a placating hand. "Okay, okay." He started to ask if she was sure, but realized she might throw something at him if he did. "See you later," he said instead, as she pulled on shorts with no panties. She stood up and the look that came onto her face was one he'd never seen there before. It was a look he'd seen on older women ... a predatory look. "Oh you bet your bippy you'll see me later," she purred. She pulled on a tank top and, barefoot, hurried out of the cabin. ------- Chapter 13 "I thought you had joined all us nudists," said Amy as she held her plate out for the omelet Mandy had cooked for her. Feeling her uncle's semen still oozing out of her pussy, Mandy smiled. "Oh I will later, but I figured that here in the galley it was more appropriate to be dressed." "I suppose you're right," said Amy, smiling. "I have to admit that if a waiter served me naked on shore I'd be a bit put off." "There you go," said Mandy brightly. Neither of them mentioned that the professor was stark naked as she got her food and took it up on deck to eat. Mandy thought it was interesting that most of the other women wore bikini bottoms or some kind of shorts to breakfast, but left their breasts bare. She wondered idly if all those women had semen leaking from them as well. ------- Mandy finished the dishes and then took fresh sheets to change the linens in the staterooms. When the washer was loaded she stood still and took stock, physically. Sore was the wrong word for what she felt between her legs. Odd was better, but there was an element of mild irritation. She had felt those hot jets blasting into her, and at that moment, knowing that the man she loved was giving her something so precious, it had made her almost crazy happy. She tried to feel the residue of that warmth, but there wasn't really anything there. The insides of her thighs had been slippery, but now it was more towards sticky as his semen dried. Rather than deal with that directly, she simply went up on deck and dove into the water with her clothes on. Then, once wet, she disrobed and surreptitiously washed out the crotch of her shorts. She swam over to the swim platform and plopped the wet clothes onto it. Then, enjoying the feeling of the water caressing her skin, she alternated between floating and languidly stroking to move in the water. She yelped as a masked face broke water right next to her. Ted moved the mask up to his forehead and spit out the mouthpiece of his aqualung. "I know you're off limits," he said, grinning, "but I just had to tell you that you'd make a dynamite mermaid." "Oh," she said, blushing. She'd completely forgotten there were people under the water who could see her. "Thank you." "No, thank you!" he said. "Gotta go. Alice is already jealous of you, and if she sees me talking to you she might yell at me." He swam off, leaving Mandy staring after him. She couldn't believe that Alice ... or any of them, for that matter ... could be jealous of her. She hardly had any boobs, and she had freckles, and she was just a girl. She thought back to what had happened only hours before, and decided she wasn't just a girl any longer. She still felt the same, but she decided she was different. It had happened so quickly, and had been so violently wonderful, that her memories of it were like jigsaw puzzle pieces that she couldn't quite fit together to make a plain picture. All she could remember with any real clarity was how happy she'd been that it was happening, and how she'd wished it would never end. She watched Ted as he handed his sample bag to Mrs. Jones and levered himself up onto the swim platform. She tried to imagine herself under him and wrinkled her nose. Her feelings on that were crystal clear. The only man who was going to be doing that to her in the foreseeable future was her Uncle Bob. ------- Bob felt like he was walking on eggshells all morning. He knew Mandy meant it when she said she was fine, but she was just sixteen, and had no idea how complicated her emotions could be. At lunch, though, she blew him a kiss and mouthed "I love you," and he saw no evidence of any residual pain or guilt in her eyes. That led him to wondering what was going to be next. He knew, of course, what would be next if she were just some woman he'd started dating. He'd never really dated around, but he was pretty sure what it would be like. There would be lots and lots of hot, sweaty sex. His penis twitched at the thought. But she wasn't just some random bimbo. She'd said several times she was curious. Maybe her curiosity had been taken care of. He had certainly showed her how vulnerable a woman could be when she was outweighed two to one and let a man on top of her. Maybe that had suggested the seriousness of the situation, and common sense would prevail. He noticed she was clothed again at lunch. He'd seen her swimming naked earlier, and she'd stayed naked when she came back on board. He also noticed that, after lunch, she stripped down again, and wondered about that, but couldn't think of a reason she would do that. It was the last full day of the trip, and things were beginning to wind down. As a result, there were fewer dives in the afternoon and the researchers spent more time packaging up their specimens and getting gear ready to take back to the university. About three, Amy called for what she termed a siesta. Mike and Susan headed for the zodiac immediately. Bob, Ted, Carol and Alice decided to sunbathe on the swim platform, which was small enough that the women eventually decided to just lie on top of the men. The adults headed for their stateroom, where there was air conditioning. Bill and Julie followed them, headed for their own stateroom. Mandy walked up to her uncle, who looked a little flustered. Bob, Ted, Carol and Alice were already writhing, the women obviously riding the men, and no longer seemed to care if the whole world saw them. "I need to talk to you," said Mandy. "Of course," said Bob, prepared for the worst. "In private," said Mandy. "Up on the bridge." "Sure," said Bob. He led the way this time, so she wouldn't be climbing ahead of him and he wouldn't be able to see the winking pussy he'd fucked so thoroughly that morning. He waited for her, standing more or less in the center of the bridge. Once she closed the bridge door she turned to him. "I don't really want to talk," she said. "What?" "I just wanted to get you in a private place. I can't believe they do that in public." She glanced at the windows that, if they were approached, would give a bird's eye view of Carol and Alice riding Bob and Ted like they were cowgirls at a bull riding exposition. "It is a little disturbing," admitted Bob. Mandy walked up to him, close enough only to touch his chest with her nipples. She swayed to one side and back, just enough to scrape her nipples along a ten inch path. "I want more," she said. He started to insist that it was crazy, and wouldn't work out, but she went up on tiptoes and pulled his head down for a kiss. When she broke it she talked briefly. "I know you're trying to do the right thing," she said. "But what you don't understand is that the right thing, right now, is to do what you did this morning, except slower, and maybe not quite so rough. I loved it, but it happened so fast I can't remember all of it, and I want to be able to remember all of it." He knew he should resist, but he also knew she would overcome any resistance he could muster. "You're sure," he said softly. "I'm really sure," she said, suppressing a smile as she sensed him caving in. "Damn," he sighed. She knelt without another word and pulled his gym shorts down to his knees. His underwear followed and, without hesitation, she fisted his cock, pushed the foreskin back off the tip, and then slid her lips over the crown. Her hum of happiness did as much to start the blood racing into his prick as what her mouth was doing, and in what seemed like no time at all she was able to stroke his shaft while sucking at the same time. "You want to taste it?" he asked, no longer trying to protect her. She pulled off and swallowed, as if she were already tasting. "Maybe later," she said. "I want you to lick me for a little bit and then put this back in me." She kissed the tip of his rod. "You got it," he said, eager to show her what it was like without pain. She skipped through the door and jumped, to bounce on the bed with abandon, spreading her legs and digging her heels into the mattress to thrust her open pussy up at him. It wasn't artificial this time, and her clear offer inflamed him. He crawled onto the bed and, sliding his hands under her butt, he gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her pussy against his mouth. She made the most remarkable noises as he feasted on her pussy, but eventually her hands came to his hair and pulled hard. "Now," she gasped. He crawled up as her hand reached frantically for his hanging cock and directed it unerringly to her pussy mouth. He fed it to her an inch at a time, pulling back an inch before giving her another one. Her hips jerked as she tried to help, and he finally gave up and just kept pressing in slowly until he felt the tip dig into her cervix. "Oh yeahhhhh," she groaned. "It's even better this time." He fucked her slowly, easing out and back in, avoiding anything even close to using the power in his body to impale her. It was the slow fuck she'd asked for, but within a few minutes her hips told him she'd changed her mind. "Faster?" he asked. She nodded, biting her lower lip. Soon he was slicking his boner in and out of her, still holding it at an angle that only glanced against her clit occasionally, at best. Her eyes were bright and her face was red. "You like that?" he asked, grinning down at her. Again she nodded, quickly and with passion. "Do you want to cum?" he asked. Her pussy squeezed him instantly, and her hips jerked up at him as she nodded a third time. "Lie down on me," she panted. "Like before?" he asked. She nodded a fourth time and her fingers pulled at his shoulders. So, once again, he made her helpless while he hammered her through a choking, whining orgasm and then fucked what felt like a cup of baby makers into her fertile belly. He didn't even think about pulling out this time, though he did hope she was right about her period being too close for this to be too dangerous. This time her arms stayed tight around him, so he simply rolled them onto their sides. Her top leg whipped up and her heel dug into his ass to keep him firmly embedded in her, but the rest of her relaxed as she panted to catch her breath. When she could speak she simply said "I love you." "I love you too, baby," he murmured into her hair. "Thank you," she added. "You're welcome." He grinned. "I promise Mom won't be mad at you," she said. "How can you promise me that," he asked, not smiling now. "Because she loves you and she loves me and I love you and I love this and she can't be mad," said the teenager in his arms, with typical teenage logic. ------- They dozed and then woke to kiss and cuddle for a while. When they got up Mandy went temporarily bow-legged and felt between them. Her hand came away wet. "You make such a mess!" she complained. Then, inexplicably, she lifted her fingers to her lips and licked at them tentatively. "It doesn't taste bad, exactly," she announced. "Part of that is you," he said. "Ewww." She made a face. "I love your taste," he said. "You were on my lips when we were kissing a little bit ago." "Ewwww," she said again, but didn't seem upset. She licked her lips. "Tonight I'll taste you," she said. "We'll see," he said. "I'd better get started on supper. It's the last night and that's prime rib for this bunch." "I love prime rib," said Bob. Mandy reached to tweak his hanging penis. "I love your prime rib." She grinned impishly. "Where is the innocent girl I knew so well?" sighed Bob. "She's all grown up," said Mandy. She frowned. "Well, she'll be all grown up to everybody else in a year or two, but as far as you're concerned, she's all grown up." "I hope this works out," said Bob, already worried again. "It already has, and it will forever," said Mandy, with the surety of youth. ------- The last night had been set aside for the night diving. While some data would be collected, it was more heavily weighted towards having fun and a unique experience. There were four sets of tanks, so four people could go down at once. It wasn't odd that the twelve researchers grouped themselves in the same order as their sleeping arrangements. And it wasn't odd that whatever two groups stayed on deck partied pretty hard when they weren't diving. Rupert laid down the law about drinking and diving, but promised that, once the diving was finished, he'd tell Bob that liquor was all right. Because the diving lasted until well after midnight, Bob and Mandy didn't get a chance to go to bed until almost two in the morning. By then most of the passengers were happy. Phil was three sheets to the wind, and Ted was heard promising Carol that he'd take care of both her AND Alice, which got him thrown off the deck into the water. Then both girls helped him back onto the swim platform, during which time their help degenerated into a grope-fest. Mandy announced that, since they would be heading back after breakfast the next morning, said breakfast would not be ready until eight-thirty. Her pronouncement was met with a chorus of "Whatever." That was when she turned to her uncle and said "I'm bushed. I'm turning in." She stretched and yawned convincingly. Bob, not wanting to appear to be too eager to follow his niece, waved at her and said "Okay. Sleep tight." She looked around to see who might be looking at them, and when she saw they were all busy with each other went up to her Uncle and kissed him on the cheek. "Hurry!" she whispered, and her tongue flicked out to touch the lobe of his ear. ------- He managed to wait five full minutes, but it was obvious no one was paying attention to him. Naked bodies were entwined just about everywhere and he felt like a voyeur. It wasn't likely that any of them would go swimming again, so he left them to their pleasures. Mandy was waiting for him, spread on the bed with her knees drawn up. She was gently rubbing her clit with two fingers. "Oh hurry up," she moaned. "I can't wait to feel you in me." "I thought you were going to taste me tonight," he teased, pushing his shorts down. "Later," she said. "Come on!" She really was primed. Her hand tugged hard on him as he let his prick approach her flowering pussy. He gave it to her faster than was probably wise, but her tightness accepted him readily and she just groaned her joy, pushing up onto him as he skewered her. He pushed and rubbed in a circle and her pussy pulsated almost immediately. "Oh yes," she gasped, her fingernails digging into the back of his arms. "Oh please yes!" Then she made those gurgling happy noises as her pussy rippled along his cock and he had the sudden urge to spurt. It was too tempting, and he groaned as he kept rubbing, and let the jets surge through his penis into her waiting belly. From insertion to orgasm ... he'd been in her for less than a minute. ------- Chapter 14 Sex puts some people to sleep. They learned that night that sex woke Mandy up. She got more vibrant and less tired with each orgasm. She also got more curious, and soon she was examining his male body from every perspective, closely going over him, delighting in his reactions when she touched him and kissed him in various places. She bit the bullet and sucked his penis, even though she knew her juices were on it. She was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't nearly as icky as she was sure it would be. When his prick bloomed in her mouth, she was delighted. She wasn't skilled enough to bring him off with only her mouth, but he helped her find the right rhythm to stroke with while she sucked, and when he warned her he was going to cum she trusted him instead of her instincts and kept her sucking lips firmly around the head as it produced strong, but not bad tasting semen that she felt inordinately proud for swallowing. He returned the favor, giving her half a dozen orgasms with his mouth and fingers. An hour nap refreshed him and she learned to ride, recognizing almost immediately the potential for orgasms as she felt his manhood probe deeper than ever into her and leaned forward to bring pressure on her clit. Again, her inexperience prevented him from cumming, but when she was satisfied he simply rolled her over, made her helpless again, and flushed her womb full of happy sperm. By morning, when she stumbled out of bed to get breakfast started, she was sore, but still happy. It seemed like he'd fucked her all night long, though she knew it was only three times. A quick swim in the ocean got rid of the evidence. As she served breakfast topless, she was mildly surprised that when some of the men flirted with her, it just made her feel good. She wondered how she'd ever be able to satisfy this new need to be nude, or at least be able to enjoy being nude, while living her usual lifestyle. Then she spent some time thinking about the conversation she was going to have with her mother when they got back. ------- The trip back went without any glitches. The passengers, using their last hours together spent most of the time in the staterooms. Mandy teased her uncle, and he scowled at her, reminding her that he had to operate the boat and get them back safely. She talked him into letting her practice her blow job technique, and almost regretted it when his knees went weak as she succeeded in getting a mouthful of hot spunk. By the time he'd recovered, they were six degrees off course. He told her to skedaddle and let their passengers know that port was only half an hour away, which she did by pounding on the doors and announcing it loudly. Then she went and got dressed herself, putting on jeans shorts and a blouse that she tied together under her breasts. She stayed barefoot. ------- Bob and Mandy stood side by side as the last researcher left the boat for the last time. The group was already laughing noisily as they trudged down the pier toward their loaded and waiting vans. "Wow," said Mandy. "What a trip." "I guess so," said Bob. "You okay?" "I'm great," she said firmly. "Big changes," he said softly. She looked at him. "Changes I wanted ... changes I like." "We can't carry on like that here, on shore," he said firmly. She dimpled. "We're not on shore yet." "You're kidding," he said. "I don't think I'm ever going to kid you about that," she said. She untied her blouse and let it gape open, showing her teen titties to him. "Not here!" he gasped, looking around quickly. She laughed and, holding her blouse together, ran for the ladder to the bridge. Looking over her shoulder she called "Come on." Again she was waiting for him, naked and ready, when he got there. This time he decided to make a point of a few things. When he was naked, he crawled onto the bed and lifted her ankles, dropping them on his shoulders. Then he bent her almost in half, making her helpless in a new way. He lined up his prick. She wasn't sopping wet this time, having acted on impulse, rather than passion, so he pressed slowly in until his pubes mashed against her pussy lips. She groaned the whole time, but stared unblinkingly at him as he penetrated her. "Give me a slow screw," she panted, thinking she was clever to use one of his own routine commands. She wanted him to know she was fully participating, but he took her comment a little differently. "You think this is some new game," he said, just holding himself deep in her. With her back at this angle her clit was taken out of play. "This isn't a game, Mandy. You think we're going to do this as often as you want to. But remember something. This is how babies are made. I'm going to fill you up with baby makers in a few minutes. You might be safe now, but in a week you won't be, and in two weeks you'll be ovulating and as ripe as possible. If you try to play around then, you're going to get pregnant. This is serious business, baby." "I know," she gasped, already short of breath because her lungs were cramped and couldn't pull in full breaths. "And if you tease me," he said, drawing out and pushing back in, "I'm going to put you in this position, and you're not going to be able to do anything about it." "I don't' care," she huffed. "You will if you have to raise a baby while you're finishing high school." He fucked her with three long, slow trips out and back in. "I love this," she whined. "You're too young to love this." "I know, but I can't help it. I love you." "You're not supposed to love me that way." "Neither is mom, but she does too." "This is the last time until we figure things out," he insisted. "Okay." She agreed too easily. "I mean it." "I know you do," she agreed. "You're talking too much again, Uncle Bob." He almost laughed, but turned the emotion to powering his fucking lunges into his nubile niece. His intent this time, in this position, was to massage her G-spot, if she had one, and this position made his prick rub the top of her vaginal sheath as he moved his cock in her. He couldn't tell by the feel of it whether he was succeeding, but her reactions to his measured fucking motions suggested she was going to pop. He let her go without covering her mouth this time, because she couldn't get enough air to be too loud. Her eyes went a little crazy and she looked a little panicked as she fought for breath, but he didn't relent. He wanted her to be a little scared. Then, when her eyes had calmed, and she was staring at him again, he let himself go. "Here it is, baby," he panted. "Here come all my little Bob juniors, just trying like hell to knock you up. Gonna squirt 'em right in your baby chamber, Mandy." He tried to keep his eyes open and on hers, but the feeling was too exquisite and his eyelids fluttered as the spurts filled her. Her eyes were wide as she felt him jetting deep in her, though. He hoped she was thinking hard about what he'd just said. ------- Bob felt his first stab of panic when he saw Jill's smiling face as he walked in the house. His prick was limp in his pants, and was going to stay that way for a while because of what he'd just done to this woman's daughter. He knew Jill well. She wasn't constantly horny, but she wasn't far from it, and if she wanted anything within the next fifteen minutes he wasn't going to be able to perform. That wouldn't go over well at all, especially if she started wondering why. Then Mandy sailed past him to hug her mother. "What a trip!" she squealed. "I have to tell you all about it. Come on!" Daughter started pulling mother towards her bedroom and Jill looked helplessly at her brother and shrugged. She blew him a kiss and he waved before he could really think of how to respond. Then, putting his bag down, he decided to grab a quick shower. If nothing else he needed to get Mandy's smell off of him. He washed quickly. Sometimes Jill gave Mandy a chore to run and then slipped into the shower with Bob. But it didn't happen this day. By the time he was finished, the girls were still sequestered in Mandy's bedroom. He heard their voices. He heard Mandy's voice rise and heard "I'm not deaf mom!" But after that he couldn't tell what the words were. He wandered into the kitchen and made a peanut butter and grape jam sandwich. Then he clicked on the TV in the living room to see what the current news was. Half an hour later, they came out of Mandy's room. Both had faces that would have scared professional poker players to death, because there was nothing reflected on them at all. While it wasn't exactly tense, the old familiar easiness between them was in abeyance, and Bob's stomach sank. "You're staying for supper," said Jill. It wasn't a question. "Sure," he said. Mandy sat down across the room from him and watched the screen. She didn't look at him. "I thought you were going to help me with supper," said Jill. Mandy looked up and frowned. "Oh yeah. Sorry." She got up and the women disappeared into the kitchen. Worried now, Bob tried to think of what to do. Mandy had been so brash about her behavior - reckless almost - and had been impudent when she said she'd "handle" her mother. Now Bob was afraid she'd been indiscreet. Both women seemed to be ignoring him, which was singularly strange in itself. He hoped desperately that he hadn't fucked up a wonderful family relationship. He thought about going in and just telling Jill it was all his fault, in the hopes that she could salvage her relationship with her daughter. He'd never known anybody in a family where a daughter tried to claim her mother's lover, but he was pretty sure it was usually ugly. And their familial relationship only complicated things. He almost groaned, but then chastened himself. He was a big boy, and if he'd screwed things up then he'd just have to face the music. His relationship with his sister had been going on for years, but he'd known it wouldn't last forever. Maybe now she'd find herself a man and settle down with him. In a couple of years Mandy would go off to college and find her own husband and raise a wonderful family. He knew he'd get by. He'd miss them both horribly, but if that's what it took to fix things, then he'd just have to adapt. He stood up. Best to get it over with. When he walked into the kitchen Jill looked up from setting a bowl of potatoes on the table. "Good, it's ready," she said. He still couldn't tell what she was thinking about. "Do you want me to stay?" he asked. Mandy turned around from the counter, where she was chopping something. Jill's eyes had never left him. "Yes." they both said together, and then looked at each other. Jill looked back at him. "We'll talk after dinner." There it was. She knew. Mandy turned back around, her shoulder hunched, but she didn't cry or show any other strong emotion. It seemed wrong, somehow, to Bob. There should be anger and yelling, but there wasn't. The meal was a quiet affair, and proceeded quickly. Then, without agreeing to, they all left the dishes on the table and moved to the living room. Bob looked around, trying to decide where to sit. If he sat on the couch, and neither woman wanted to sit with him, he'd take up too much room. He chose to sit in the recliner Mandy had been sitting in earlier. He found it interesting that the women sat on the couch, side by side, not leaning back, but perched on the edge of the seat. "I'm pregnant," said Jill without prelude. ------- Chapter 15 Bob blinked. His mouth opened, and then closed. It looked to Bob like both women leaned forward half an inch, but he might have been mistaken. He tried to think of the best way to respond. "I'm not sorry," he said on impulse. That covered how he felt, but then he worried that Jill might be sorry, and that it would put her under pressure. "That doesn't mean I expect you to be happy about it," he added. He looked at Mandy, who had cocked her head and was biting her lower lip, studying him. "I want to have the baby," said Jill. Bob felt something loosen inside his chest. He wanted to smile, but didn't. "I'm glad to hear you say that," he said, keeping his face straight. "It's your baby," said Mandy, suddenly. She blushed immediately and looked away. "I know that," said Bob. "What are we going to do?" asked Jill who, for the first time, sounded uncertain. "Sounds like we're going to have a baby, a boy I hope. I need somebody to will my boat to some day." "What about me?" asked Mandy indignantly, suddenly no longer unsettled. "What about you?" he asked calmly. "I'm the first mate." Her mother's head snapped toward her and Mandy's eyes went round. "I didn't mean it that way," she said. Jill suddenly flopped back against the back of the couch and sighed heavily. "That you even know what I was thinking just blows me away. What happened to my little girl?" Mandy took a breath and Jill held her hand up to stop her from speaking. "I know what happened. I don't need to hear about it again." Mandy just sat, looking nervous. Jill looked back at Bob. "My daughter has this insane idea that you can be shared, and that she's old enough to be the one I share you with. Though she denies it, I am convinced you didn't help in trying to avoid what happened." "I should have been able to stop it," said Bob. "Yes," said Jill heavily. "You should have." She looked up at the ceiling. It was quiet for a long time and then she spoke again. "But I know you, Bob, and I know how easy it is to push your buttons. Goodness knows I've pushed them often enough." She transferred her gaze to her daughter, but continued speaking to Bob. "And I know how helpless I am to resist you, so I shouldn't be surprised that another Masters woman has the same problem. I've seen how you look at each other. I just thought it was puppy love on her part, and lecherousness on yours." Bob's mind fluttered to the third time last night, when he'd shown Mandy what doggy style was like. The image of her looking over her shoulder at him and going "Arf arf" and then laughing almost brought a smile to his face. But this was serious, so he controlled it. "I guess I can't resist either of you," he admitted. "I don't know what to do about that except go somewhere else and stay away from you both." "Well that's not happening," said Jill firmly, as Mandy sat bolt upright and opened her mouth to complain. Her mother cut her off. "I'm going to need you. This baby is going to need his father. I can't believe I'm saying this, but Mandy is going to need you too." Mandy's head whipped around, her mouth open and hope in her eyes. Jill held up her hand again. "There are going to have to be some rules, though." "Okay!" said Mandy immediately. Jill rolled her eyes. "You're going on the pill." "Okay," said Mandy immediately. "And you are going to wear a rubber," she said, pointing at Bob. "Until she graduates," he said. Both women goggled at him. He went on. "I told you I'm not sorry about the baby. I put it in those terms because I wanted to leave you as much room to have your own feelings about it. But the truth is I'm elated. The only reason I'm not dancing around is that there's this other thing, and it's serious and I know that. But the fact is, I've wanted to get you pregnant for years." Jill was breathing deeper and her face was beginning to flush. He couldn't tell if she was angry or ... something else. "I'm not going to lie about it," he said. "Not now that Mandy knows about us. If I could marry you I would, because I love you. I've always loved you and I always will, and I've never looked for another woman because I didn't want one. I'm proud to be the father of your baby and I can't wait until he's born." Jill's face was still flushed, but had lost the wild-eyed look that had been creeping over it. "You have two women now, Bob," she said, putting her arm around her daughter. "As crazy fucked up as that is, it's true. I know how you feel, because I felt the same way all these years. And if Mandy is anything like me, she's going to lean in the same direction. I remember what it was like to learn about sex with you. I wish it hadn't happened to my daughter, but it did happen and now we have to deal with that." Bob stood up. "I love her too. That's why I think another rule is that she has to go out on dates. I won't do anything with her unless she's going on dates, and meeting lots of boys and getting to know them. I want her to have the chance to meet a man to fall in love with." "Then what's this nonsense about not wearing a rubber after she graduates?" asked Jill, her voice frustrated. "Because I want her to go to college," said Bob. "And she might do that if she knows I'm trying to get her pregnant like I got you pregnant." "Would you?" asked Mandy suddenly. "Try to do that, I mean?" "Oh yes," said Bob, suddenly sounding dangerous somehow. "I'll be thinking about that every day from now on. I told you this was serious business." "You did," she said softly. "Okay, I can live with that." "So, you're going on the pill, and dating lots of boys and going to college," said Jill. "I'm definitely going on the pill and dating lots of boys," said Mandy. "I'm not promising anything about College. I like working the boat, and Uncle Bob needs a full time mate." She didn't blush this time. "We might even expand the business some day." "We'll see," said Bob, who wasn't too worried about it. He was pretty sure Mandy would get the wanderlust that most kids got, and want to leave home and see the big, wide world. And when she did she'd lose interest in him and his boat. That was probably a good thing, considering how things were turning out. He might be able to be a father to Jill's children without raising too many eyebrows, but if Mandy started having his babies too, somebody would surely notice. It was quiet again. Things still seemed up in the air. "So what now?" he finally asked. "I've been without the father of my baby for a week," said Jill. "I went to the doctor Monday, and he called me back Thursday. I had nobody to share my joy with. Now I don't know how to feel." "I've had him for a week," said Mandy. "You can have him for the next week." "That is just insane," moaned Jill. "I'm negotiating with my daughter over the man I love!" Mandy shrugged. "If you don't want him, I'll take him." Jill looked like she'd been slapped in the face and she leaned forward to stand up. Mandy giggled. "I take it you're more sure about how you feel now?" Jill froze, and frowned. Then she stood up slowly. "I guess I am," she said, her voice peculiar. She approached Bob and hugged him, tentatively at first, and then turned her face up. "Bastard," she whispered softly, but without rancor. "It's your fault," he said back. "She's just like you were back then. I couldn't resist you then, and I can't resist her now." He kissed her, and she hugged him fiercely as the kiss heated up. When she pulled her lips away, she left her body plastered against his. "Oh Bob, you got me pregnant." He grinned. "I know. I'm fit to bust with pride." "Really?" He got serious. "I couldn't be happier ... as long as you're okay with it." "I don't have a choice," she said. "I can't get un-pregnant." "You want to talk about adoption?" They both heard Mandy's hissing intake of air, and knew she was listening. "No," said Jill. "I just need to get used to the idea." She smiled tentatively. "At least it's going to be easier than it was with Mandy. I love this baby's father." "I think I'm going to leave you two alone," said Mandy, getting up. "I'm going to go to bed early. Uncle Bob worked me half to death this week." She left. "Worked her ass off is more likely," muttered Jill. Bob grinned, but wiped it off his face as she looked up at him again. "If it was anybody but her I'd be cutting your balls off," said his sister. She blinked. "I can't believe I said that. This is just too weird." "I love you both," said Bob quietly. "What I can't understand is why that doesn't make me want to kill you," she said back. "Because you love her too," he suggested. "Well, there is that," she said. "You want me to stay the night?" he asked. She looked at him for a long time. "Yes ... but not for sex. Not yet." "I can do that," he said, hiding his relief that he wouldn't have to perform right away. She changed the subject, asking him if all the researchers on the cruise really had gone nude, and then about some of the tattoos Mandy had described, wanting to know if they were real. That led to more questions about their sexual behavior. Jill said she'd assumed Mandy was exaggerating their behavior to try to mitigate her own. When she found out it was even worse than Mandy had described, she shook her head and said "And you want Mandy to go to college?" Bob blinked. "I never thought about it that way," he said. An hour later they were spooning in Jill's bed, with Bob's hand on top of hers, which was on her still-flat abdomen. Bob relaxed when, within minutes after settling in, he heard her breathing slow. He knew then that while they might still have some tumultuous moments in the future, she was handling it a thousand times better than he'd thought she would. He felt hope for the first time since docking the boat. ------- Epilogue Four months after taking his niece's virginity and finding out his sister was going to have his baby, Bob got another call from Amy Simpson. "What's up?" he asked, when she identified herself. "We were wondering what it would cost to charter the boat for a long weekend," she asked. "This is on our own dime, and not the university's." "How many?" asked Bob. "Three couples," she answered. "It's sort of a honeymoon cruise." "For three couples?" asked Bob, surprise in his voice. "Yes. Are you even available now?" "How soon?" he asked. "It would be best if it was within the next month," she said. "We talking Friday through Monday?" he asked. "It could be any four days, actually," she said. "We can all get away pretty much any time." He quoted her a price and she agreed to it immediately. They set a date for the middle of the next week, and hung up. Bob got up from his desk, which was in an office recently added on to Jill's house, and walked barefoot out into the dining room. "Just filled in those four days next week that I was going to be down for maintenance," he said. Mandy looked up at him from the table, where she and her mother were sitting. There were books spread out in front of them. "Anybody I know?" "Professor Simpson and two other couples ... newly married. It's a honeymoon cruise." "Oh!" yipped Mandy. "Can I go?" Her mother looked at her like she was crazy. "I don't care if they see me like this," said Mandy, patting her swollen belly. "I saw them all doing it." She looked back at Bob, who had gotten her pregnant while her mother was finding out he'd gotten HER pregnant too. The pill had come much too late. Nor was she dating lots of boys. They had decided to home school her the day the school suggested she would be in separate classes at school so as not to set a bad example for other students. "It is people from the research trip ... right?" she asked. "I don't know, other than Professor Simpson," he answered. "I didn't ask. They do want all three staterooms, though." "You can't cook for a honeymoon cruise," said Mandy. "You'd poison them all. And Manuel is back home because it's off season. You need either me or Mom to go with you." "You have school," said Jill, who was unconsciously rubbing her own bulge. "I've been doing better than planned. You said so yourself," complained Mandy. Jill sighed. "I suppose you could take a short break." "Yay!" chirped Mandy. "If Bob agrees," Jill added. She looked at Bob and then smirked. "Who am I kidding? He'll have you at his beck and call for four days." "Maybe it will be the other way around," said Mandy, grinning. "This is such a strange family," sighed Jill. ------- True to her word, Mandy showed no embarrassment as the three couples approached the yacht. She burst out in a fit of giggling, in fact, because all three of the women heading down the pier had bulges exactly like her own. Amy Simpson looked slimmer, perhaps because she was taller. Rupert held her hand and waved up at Bob and Mandy, who was only visible from the chest up at the moment. The other four people were comprised of Ted and Alice, along with Bill and Julie. Bob was shaking his head as they came up the gangplank. "Looks like that was a dangerous trip," said Bob, keeping a smile off his face. "It was one for the record books," sighed Amy, rubbing her stomach. "I would have thought it was impossible for three of us to catch at the same time. The Dean of students about had my head for it until he found out we'd all gotten married." Mandy stepped from behind a rack of life jackets. Amy's eyes almost popped out of her head. Mandy's lips formed a crooked grin. "When we got back I went on a date. I guess I was still a little excited by the trip." "Oh I'm so sorry," moaned Amy. "I didn't mean to get you into trouble, Mandy!" She looked at Bob, who was frowning on purpose. "I can't believe you let us come back," she said. "She had sex ed in school," said Bob. "And she knew what could happen. You're all living with the consequences, it looks like to me." "You're a hard man, Captain," said Amy, but not harshly. "Come aboard," said Bob. "The staterooms are ready and the larder is packed. Your chef this trip will be Mandy." "Excellent!" said the woman. "I was going to ask for her, but I thought she'd be in school." "I'm in home schooling now," said Mandy. "I have several star students who were home schooled," said the professor. "So apply yourself." "I will," said Mandy. Later, in the bridge cabin, Mandy rode Bob's stiff prick expertly. She could now play him and her own body like a fiddle. "You know," she said, her voice throaty, "I felt so guilty when I found out I was pregnant, and then, in school I heard that Chastity Trunion was pregnant too. Of course I knew why that happened. Now these three. This boat is going to get a reputation." "We could specialize in honeymoon cruises," said Bob, molding her breasts with his hands. He decided they were bigger already. Her areolas were turning darker too. "How would you market that," she asked, milking his penis with practiced muscles. "I can just see an ad in the paper: 'We're having a special on Uncle Bob's week long knock-'em-up trips. Sign up now - You'll have a swell time and your belly is sure to swell.'" "That's not funny," said Bob, smoothing his hands over his niece's pregnant belly. "This child almost got me in big trouble." "It was a good thing mom was already pregnant, huh," said Mandy. "And I think an ad like that would be a hoot." "Let's see how funny you think it is when you go into labor," he said. "You don't scare me, and neither does Mom," she said. "Now be quiet and make me feel good." He did. He made her feel good a number of times on what she called her own honeymoon cruise. ------- Five years later the business was doing better than ever. Part of that was because word got around that the food on Bob Master's yacht was the best in the harbor. The cook changed from trip to trip, but the food was always top choice. That, combined with the fact that if you wanted fish, you got fish, and if you wanted privacy you got privacy, had Bob's schedule filled well into the off season every year. This year, in fact, he had his first charter to the Bahamas. Jill was going as his mate on that trip, and Mandy was staying home with the kids. There were now five of them, two girls and three boys. It would be forever debated why Jill had had only girls, while Mandy consistently delivered boys, particularly since they shared one father. In any case, there were a plethora of young ones to bring up in the nautical world. It was highly likely that, ten, or fifteen, or twenty years hence, the captain of the now renamed "First Love" would call back to shore, and a teenaged girl would eagerly pick up the phone and demand to know if she had a job for the summer. She probably would ... and it probably would end up being very different than she imagined. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-05-24 Last Modified: 2011-03-27 / 07:36:51 am Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------