“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.
“Good afternoon, ladies.”
They both looked up at me, and the horror on their faces was absolutely delicious. I smiled sweetly down at them in a way that made it clear I heard everything they said.
Lydie gathered herself first. “Hi, Nate. Cool boat, right?”
“Very cool boat.”
“Do they have any of these in the Navy?”
I stared at her for a second. “Yes, actually. Except instead of bars, there are enormous guns.”
“Wow, that’s so cool.”
Claire finally got her shit together and sighed. “He’s messing with you, Lydie. There are no yachts in the Navy.”
Lydie made a face. “I know that. I just meant, like, cool boats. You know?”
“I completely understand,” I said. Lydie was turning out to be about as dumb as I thought she was. Her tits were pushed up in some absurd swimsuit contraption, and her hair and makeup were flawless. She looked like she was going out to a club, not out on the water.
Claire was the exact opposite. She looked almost conservative in her outfit, all loose and flowing, probably hiding some sexy as fuck bikini. Her hair was up in a messy little bun that begged to be grabbed, and she wasn’t wearing a bit of makeup. I could already feel my cock starting to get hard just at the thought of unwrapping all that clothing and going to town on her tight little body.
There was something about her. It was probably the perfect full tits and great ass, or maybe it was the memory of her moaning in my ear. I needed to have those lips wrapped around my cock, and to feel what it was like to plunge myself deep between her legs. I was willing to bet that pussy was soft, wet, and tighter than a black hole.
“You girls ready to take this out?” I asked them.
“Yeah!” Lydie said.
“Whatever,” Claire mumbled.
“Good enough for me. Claire, get those lines.”
I moved back toward the ladder. I heard Claire say something about me being pushy, but I ignored her. I found my way to the captain’s chair and began to power the yacht up.
The whole thing buzzed with energy as the engines turned on. I loved the feeling of the engine’s vibrations coursing through my hands. There was something sexual about a big machine ready to do my bidding. I wanted to really open her up, though I knew that would be stupid, not to mention rude. The wake alone would probably drown a few of the smallest boats. Still, I wanted to push it to the limits, just like I wanted to push Claire to her absolute edge. It was all wrapped up together, excitement and fucking and danger.
Claire gave me a nod as she climbed onto the lower decks, followed by Lydie. I slowly maneuvered the boat out of its spot and began to head out toward the bay.
It was a short trip, and the girls kept to themselves for most of it. I watched as they climbed onto the front deck and laughed as the wind whipped their hair all around them. I licked my lips, thinking about the dirty shit I wanted to do to Claire’s tight body, but that would have to wait.
After maybe twenty minutes, I found a decent spot. It was isolated but not too far from the shore, and so we had a really great view. I hit the button to lower the anchor, cut the engines, and slowly sauntered back down toward the girls.