“I was wondering,” he said slowly, “what your plans are for this summer?”
“No plans. Just some R&R.”
“I have an idea. Any interest in working on one of my boats?”
I raised an eyebrow. I didn’t particularly want to work for Claire’s father, considering he was clearly something of a control freak, but I did need a job. It wasn’t every day that one just simply presented itself at the perfect moment.
“Doing what?”
“Tours, mostly. You’d take tourists out, drive them around the bay, let them fish for a little bit, and then bring them back. Easiest money you’ll ever make.”
“Sounds like something I could do.”
“Full disclosure, I’m going to ask Claire to work as well. Since the two of you got along so well, I was hoping maybe you could instill some of that Navy discipline into her.”
I grinned at that. I wanted to give something of the Navy to her, but it wasn’t our discipline. Oh, sure, I wanted to spank her thick ass and pull her hair hard until she begged me to do it again. I wanted to teach her how to take a cock and finish it off. Maybe I’d even practice some of those knots I’d barely ever used since basic training. But the thing I really wanted to give her was my hard dick, plain and simple, no discipline needed.
“Maybe I could help with that, sir.”
“That’d be wonderful. I’m sure she looks up to you already.”
“I doubt that, sir. Claire and her friend Lydie are very independent.”
Jonathan frowned at that name. “Lydie, well, she was always a troublemaker.”
“They’re just bored out here.”
“Exactly right, exactly right. That’s why I’m giving you both jobs. Keep you from getting too bored.”
I sighed and pretended like I was mulling it over, but already I’d decided to take it. Being out on a boat all day long with Claire and some drunk tourists seemed like a good time, and I’d be making money from it, too. Felt like a winning combination.
“Okay,” I said, nodding, “I’ll take the job.”
He beamed. “Wonderful. That’s so wonderful. Look, why don’t you head in, and I’ll tell Claire all about it over breakfast.”
“Sounds good.”
He nodded and began to reel in his line as I headed off. I was practically walking on air, grinning to myself and whistling. My summer was definitely looking up already.
Once inside, I climbed the stairs to our floor and stripped off my shirt. I tossed it into my open doorway and then pushed open the bathroom door.
“Hey!” Claire said frantically. “I’m in here!”
In my good-mood daze, I hadn’t even noticed that someone was in there. Claire was standing in front of the mirror in only a towel as steam billowed out of the warm room.
“Good morning, sis,” I said, walking in and shutting the door behind me.
“What are you doing?” she exclaimed. “Get the hell out of here!”
“You don’t own this bathroom.” I turned the water on nice and hot and waited.
She stared at me and I openly stared back. I could see a nice ample hint of her cleavage as the towel slowly, ever so slowly, slipped off her glistening body. Her nice ass was barely covered by the short towel. Her hair was soaking wet, and she looked ripe for plundering. I could have easily pressed her over and slipped my cock hilt-deep into her soaked spot. I wanted to do it badly, fuck her right there.
I’d grab her hips and press her face against the mirror. Maybe we’d wake the whole house, but I didn’t give a fuck. I felt my cock getting hard, pushing up the fabric of my short running shorts. Claire noticed, too, because she was staring right at it.
“Got something to say?” I asked her, smirking.
“Uh, Nathan,” she mumbled, “you have a, um, you know.”
“My cock is fucking hard. Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Yes,” she replied, turning even redder.
“Can’t help myself. Looking at you in that towel drives me crazy.”
She held up the top just in time to prevent it from falling. “Um,” she mumbled, “you should go. I’m using the bathroom.”
“Not my fault you take too long in here.” I moved a little closer, cock raging now, practically trying to tear its way through my shorts. “It’s my turn now,” I practically whispered in her ear.
She edged away from me, not able to look me in the eye. “Our parents are just downstairs, you know.”
“I know. I don’t give a fuck, though. I want to wrap that tight little pussy of yours around this dick right now.”
“Maybe you need to shower off,” she said. “Make it a cold one.”