ROYAL ROCK(92)

My new stepfather walked me through the whole length of the thing, showing me every opulent feature and trying to impress me with his knowledge of sailing terms. I put up with it because I figured it would be easier than the alternative. Plus, if I wanted to keep staying in luxury while teasing my fucking sexy stepsister, I needed to play nice. As much as it annoyed me.

Still, I had to admit that the thing was nice, even if a little prissy. He clearly put a ton of money into it, because it was all expensive fabrics and real wood and fully stocked bars and a nearly full-size kitchen. I could have easily lived on his boat for a year with just the provisions he had aboard and nothing more.

Wouldn’t that be nice? I could sail around the Atlantic, maybe become a pirate. I’d be good at stopping and boarding drunk frat kids out on their spring break. I’d probably stop and board a few of the drunk college girls, too.

Finally, the tour was over. “Any questions?” he asked me.

“None, sir. She’s a lovely boat.”

He nodded proudly and patted the railing. “She’s my everything, so you be careful with her.”

“I will. The Navy taught me to respect all sailing vessels.”

That seemed to put him at ease, even though it was total bullshit. If anything, the Navy had taught me how to push a boat to its upper limits, destroying the thing for the sake of the mission. I cared about boats like I cared about any other tool: so long as it was useful, I kept it around.

“Well, I can see my girl’s in good hands,” he said. “I’ll just leave you to it, then.”

Not just the boat, I thought to myself, but your other girl is going to be in my hands, too.

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

He lingered for a second, as if he were uneasy about leaving, and then turned and walked back toward the house. He probably wanted me to ask more questions, or maybe even invite him out with us, but there was absolutely no way I was doing that.

Once he was gone, I got back on board and climbed up to the top deck. I spread out a blanket and lay down, my hat tipped over my face, my arms spread behind my head. The gentle lapping of the boat’s movement reminded me of being back on a mission, and I smiled to myself.

There was nothing more relaxing than the soft motions of the ocean. I felt drowsy, the warm sun on my face. I forgot all about Claire and her friend and Lucille and Jonathan. I forgot that I could be called back to base for a mission at any moment, despite the injury to my leg. There was just the ocean and me. It was going to be a relaxing day.

“Holy shit, girl,” came a voice suddenly piercing through my relaxation. “Look at this bitch. It’s fully loaded!”

I groaned to myself.

“Careful, Lydie,” Claire’s voice came. “My dad never lets people use this boat.”

“No kidding. I’ve known you how long? We’ve never seen it, let alone been on it.”

Great. I was really hoping that they had changed their minds. Claire sure as hell seemed like she wasn’t interested in going out on a fishing trip with me, and that was totally fine. I could fuck with her any other day, but it wasn’t often I got to relax on some rich guy’s boat.

“Seriously, is this a bar?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Hell yes! This day got even better.”

“It’s not even noon yet.”

“So? It’s just a little champagne.”

I heard a cork pop and a giggle. I could imagine Claire’s face. She was probably busy worrying whether her daddy would get mad at her for drinking his alcohol.

“Where is your hunk of a stepbrother, anyway?” Lydie asked.

“I don’t know. Dad said he was down here already.”

Briefly, I considered showing myself, but I figured it was more fun to eavesdrop.

“Shit, I can’t wait to see him take his shirt off again.”

“Relax, Lydie. He’s kind of an ass.”

“I couldn’t care less about his personality. Did you see those abs? They go on forever.”

“Yeah,” Claire grumbled. “They go right up to his head and replace his brain.”

“Oh relax, Claire. He can’t be that bad.”

“He’s a thug. A Neanderthal.”

“Then you don’t care if I let him do some disgusting things to me.”

“We already talked about this. You can do whatever you want. He’s just my stepbrother.”

I grinned to myself. Just her stepbrother? It was good to know what she really thought about me. I guess I was just her stupid, muscle-brained asshole stepbrother, which was fine by me. In the end, all I needed from her was her tight little body wrapped around my fat cock.

I decided it was time to show myself. I stood up and leaned over the side of the railing.