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By:Hamel, B. B


Downstairs, the family was sitting down to breakfast. It didn’t look like anything had just happened from the outside, but I could tell by the way that Claire studiously ignored me that she was still thinking about what it’d feel like to lower her body slowly down onto my stiff dick.

“Good morning, Nathan,” Lucille said.

“Morning,” I grunted as I grabbed a plate. The staff had cooked some eggs, bacon, and a bunch of other stuff and laid it out buffet-style. I could get used to this shit.

I loaded up my plate and sat down next to Claire. We ate in silence for a minute, Jonathan reading his newspaper and my mother looking at her phone. Claire was looking at her phone, too, but I could tell she was distracted.

“So,” Jonathan said suddenly. “Nate, did you talk to Claire about that job?”

I shook my head no. “Not yet.”

“What job?” she asked.

“Well, honey,” Jonathan said, “I want you to work on one of my tour boats this summer.”

“I don’t know anything about working on a boat,” she said incredulously.

“I know that. Nate here is going to show you the ropes.”

She stared at me and I gave her my best smile. “That’s right, sis. It’ll be fun. Instill some Navy discipline in you.”

“No, thanks,” she said and went back to her phone.

“Claire,” her father said sternly. “This wasn’t a request.”

She looked back up, frowning. “Why, Dad? You’ve never made me work before.”

“I believe you’re becoming a little lax in your studies. I want you to learn the value of hard work.”

She sighed heavily. “I work very hard, Dad. I know you don’t see it, but I do.”

“That may be true. Prove it to me this summer.”

“I’ll go easy on you,” I said to her.

She gave me a look. “And if I refuse?” she asked her dad.

“You won’t refuse,” he said sternly.

Clearly Jonathan was the type of man that wasn’t used to hearing the word “no.” And Claire wasn’t the type of daughter to put up a fight. She was little miss too-good, the perfect girl. No way she’d disappoint daddy dearest.

“Fine,” she said. “Whatever you want, Dad.”

He smiled. “Great. See, our family is getting along already.”

We went back to eating in silence, but inwardly I was laughing. Jonathan was totally oblivious to everything going on around him. I was trying to get in his daughter’s pants, my mother was a raging psychopath, and he was pushing everyone too hard. Meanwhile, Claire was too busy thinking about fucking me to really bother rebelling against her dad.

It was going to be a fun first few days, I guessed, out there on the boat. I had no clue what I’d really got myself into, but it couldn’t be any worse than my real job.





Chapter Seven: Claire





I didn’t know anything about working on a stupid boat. I didn’t even like boats. They were floating death traps, and the only thing between you and the big stinking salty ocean water was some metal and wood. I had no interest in becoming a sailor.

But that was probably my dad’s intention. He wanted to throw me into some situation I wasn’t nearly prepared enough for just to teach me some kind of lesson. This time it was to teach me “Navy discipline,” or whatever that was supposed to be.

As far as I could tell, “Navy discipline” was code for Nathan sitting in the captain’s chair, drinking beers and telling me what to do.

“Grab that line,” he said, nodding his head. “Untie it so we can cast off.”

The boat wasn’t small by any means, though smaller than my dad’s yacht. The guy that usually ran the tour, an older man named Tommy, was busy setting up the clients while Nate and I started getting the boat into position.

Which basically meant I was doing all the work.

“You can help, you know,” I said to him.

“Nah. You need to learn the value of hard work.”

I gave him a look, and he was grinning ear to ear.

“Don’t start that,” I said.

“Just repeating what your dad said. I need to live up to his expectations.”

“You don’t care about his expectations. You just want to boss me around.”

He looked at me silently for a second. “You’re damn right I do.”

I sighed and finished untying the boat and then hopped up on deck. I wouldn’t have even known where to look just a few hours earlier, but luckily, Tommy gave us both a quick rundown on our duties and the boat itself. Nate mostly ignored him the whole time, of course, but I paid close enough attention that I felt pretty confident moving around.