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.
I headed back inside and went up into my room, ignoring my mother’s questions. I wasn’t interested in the third degree, and besides, I knew she was just going to pump me for information about her new stepdaughter. I didn’t want to get involved in her drama, let alone in her family drama. Jonathan could deal with that bullshit.
I flopped down onto my bed and checked the time. It was six in the evening, and the sun was starting to dip down below the horizon.
I couldn’t get Claire out of my head. The way she stood so close to me, our lips practically touching, and the firmness of her ass pressed against my hard dick as I helped her reel that fish in was all too fucking much.
At first, staying in her place was just fun. I had nothing better to do, and I figured messing with my hot as fuck stepsister would be a good time. But now that I knew she was a virgin, combined with the fact that she was incredibly hot and off limits, made me start to rethink that whole position.
Then again, I wasn’t the type to rethink shit. I was trained to follow orders and to not ask questions no matter what. I was used to putting myself in the most life-threatening and dangerous situations possible and coming out alive on the other side. I could shoot a sniper rifle and I could hold my breath for nearly five minutes. There was practically nothing I couldn’t do.
Which was why I needed to man up. Enough was enough. I wanted my fucking stepsister, and I was going to have her.
That was all there was to it. No more worrying or holding back. The life expectancy of a SEAL wasn’t exactly the highest in the world, and so I needed to live every day like there wasn’t going to be another. And the one thing I knew would make my days better was Claire’s tight, soaked little pussy planted firmly on my mouth.
I put my arms behind my head, cock stiff as fuck, as I imagined fucking her sweet little pussy from behind. I wanted to handle her rough, teach her virgin little cunt what it was like to get fucked by a real man. I’d make her take it deep and beg for more until she was right up on the edge of coming. I wanted to make her scream my name and ask politely before I let her come.
I fell asleep without realizing it, dreaming about my stepsister’s wet little pussy wrapped around my thick cock.
I woke up with a start.
It was the same dream. The bullet pierced through my thigh, sending pain lancing through my body. I didn’t go down, though. My training kept me on my feet, kept me moving, and saved my life. I found cover while our unit’s medic quickly stopped the bleeding. He got me back on my feet and we finished our mission.
I checked the clock and sighed. It was a little after four in the morning and I was wide awake. I had passed out the day before, probably from drinking and not sleeping well. I was already sweating slightly from the nightmare, and I knew the only thing that would help was to exercise the fuck out of my body until the memories were gone.