“Can’t help it sometimes.”
I stood up and looked away from him. “I’m going to check on Lydie. We should head back soon.”
“Sure. I’ll reel this in and then drive us back. Make sure your friend doesn’t choke on her own puke.”
I stared at him for a few seconds longer and then walked away, heading down below deck.
What the hell had just happened? One second he was completely hot for it, and frankly so was I, and the next he just totally stopped. Was it because I looked away? Could he sense my hesitation? I was sure he could. I was probably an open book. I was willing to bet he could smell how soaked I was for him, but also knew how conflicted I felt.
But it was better that way. He really was my stepbrother, even if that forbidden relationship made it that much sweeter.
I checked in on Lydie and she seemed like she was alive. I took a seat in a chair next to the bed and sighed as the boat began to move again.
What did he want from me? He was merciless with his teasing and flirting, driving me crazy. Now that he knew I was a virgin, it was like there was something wrong with me, like there was another barrier to entry.
Maybe that really was it. Maybe my virginity had scared him away.
I shook my head, annoyed. He could drive the boat back alone. I decided I’d watch over Lydie until we got back to dry land.
Maybe there he’d be less of a dickhead.
NATHAN
I liked piloting the yacht alone. Even if it was a glorified floating bar, it was still nice to be sailing something.
I didn’t get to sail much as a SEAL. Frankly, we didn’t even spend all that much time on boats. Though we were nominally a part of the Navy, we were still a Special Forces team, and more often than not we were deployed to all different sorts of places, like Iraq and Syria and a bunch of other places we weren’t supposed to be. More often than not, those places didn’t have much in the way of a navy, which meant we were deployed on land.
Basically, wherever there were bad guys, we were there killing them before they could kill our people.
It was dangerous shit, but I loved it. It gave me purpose and made me feel alive.
Sitting down there fishing with Claire had made me almost forget who I was. I nearly forgot she was my stepsister, and a virgin to boot. I nearly forgot that her crazy, controlling dad was probably watching our every move, and likely had the whole boat bugged. She made me want to let my guard down, and that was dangerous.
It was the kind of danger I didn’t want or need. Still, the girl was fucking prime, with an unbelievable body and cute as hell, too. I couldn’t stop myself from messing with her, riling her up, trying to see how far I could push it before she burst.
But when we’d hit that all-important moment where we had to choose if we were doing it or not, I could sense there was a problem. Yeah, true, I’d already made the girl come hard and moan loud, but I didn’t know who she was back then. Now if I went for it, I’d be fucking my stepsister with the full knowledge of how messed up that was.
Which, in a way, actually turned me on even more.
The real problem was the way she had responded. I could smell the uncertainty and fear rolling off her, and that combined with everything else made me step back.
I hit the throttle on the yacht and let it start to gain some speed. We passed through some choppy water, and the boat swayed a bit but stayed pretty clean. I was impressed by it, actually, and mentally took back all my bad thoughts. It was a fine boat, not the greatest thing in the world, but it did what it was supposed to do and it did it well. Had an awful name, but that wasn’t the boat’s fault.
That was all you could ask of anything in the end. You did your job and you did it well, and you expected everything else to live up to that, too.
Now that I was on leave, what was my job? I had no clue. My only goals were to get as much pussy as possible and to stay drunk for as long as I could, but those plans were looking less and less likely with each passing minute. As it turned out, there was only one pussy I was interested in at the moment, and it was the one I wasn’t supposed to have.
It probably didn’t help that the yacht itself was built to fuck on. It was a party boat, opulent and expensive, with gleaming, modern lines and mirrors everywhere. It was built to be covered in sweat and cum and more. I was sure Claire’s dad had a whole team of people who scrubbed the thing top to bottom after every party he had on it.
Eventually we pulled back into the marina and I slowly fit the boat back into its spot. I shut off the engine and quickly hopped onto the dock, tying the boat off.
Claire stuck her head up from below. “We back?”
“Sure are,” I grunted at her.
She disappeared back downstairs. I gave the yacht another long look and then turned and walked away, heading back toward the house. I didn’t feel like dealing with Lydie again, that crazy bitch. Maybe hauling her ass home would help Claire get over her and find a new best friend that wasn’t so much damn trouble.