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.
I slipped out of the house. Nobody woke up or stirred. I hit the beach and began to run, not caring where I was going.
It was always like this whenever I was home from a mission. Life as a civilian could get boring as fuck, and the stressful memories of battle came flooding back. It wasn't like I feared or missed it, but for some reason my brain always went to the dark moments when I had a second to myself. But when I was out running, my mind could be still and calm.
I kept going until the sun began to rise. That was my cue to turn around and head back. It's probably breakfast time at the house, I thought as I got closer and closer to Jonathan's private beach.
That was when I saw him. Standing out by the waves with two huge fishing rods was Jonathan himself. He was dressed like a stereotypical fisherman, including a bucket hat and a vest with lures pinned all over it. Frankly, I thought he looked like a dumbass, but he didn't seem so bad most of the time. He was definitely not the worst guy Lucille had brought home at least.
He looked up as I approached.
"Morning, Nathan," he said.
"Morning, Jonathan. Fishing?"
"Every day."
"Catch anything?"
"Almost never, but I like the calm out here."
I nodded. "I completely understand that."
He looked at me appraisingly. "Have fun yesterday?"
"I did, sir."
"She held up okay?"
"Claire? She was fine, sir. Almost caught a fish, actually."
Jonathan laughed. "I meant the boat, but I'm glad she had fun, too."
"The boat was good. She's a beauty. I could ride her all around the harbor all day long."
He nodded thoughtfully. "So could I."
I wasn't going to tell him that I wasn't talking about the boat. Instead, I was thinking about putting his daughter's face down in the sand while I slammed by fat cock deep into her pussy over and over again. Apparently, the run hadn't done a damn thing for my desire to fuck Claire's virgin cunt one bit.
"I was wondering," he said slowly, "what your plans are for this summer?"
"No plans. Just some R&R."
"I have an idea. Any interest in working on one of my boats?"
I raised an eyebrow. I didn't particularly want to work for Claire's father, considering he was clearly something of a control freak, but I did need a job. It wasn't every day that one just simply presented itself at the perfect moment.
"Doing what?"
"Tours, mostly. You'd take tourists out, drive them around the bay, let them fish for a little bit, and then bring them back. Easiest money you'll ever make."
"Sounds like something I could do."
"Full disclosure, I'm going to ask Claire to work as well. Since the two of you got along so well, I was hoping maybe you could instill some of that Navy discipline into her."
I grinned at that. I wanted to give something of the Navy to her, but it wasn't our discipline. Oh, sure, I wanted to spank her thick ass and pull her hair hard until she begged me to do it again. I wanted to teach her how to take a cock and finish it off. Maybe I'd even practice some of those knots I'd barely ever used since basic training. But the thing I really wanted to give her was my hard dick, plain and simple, no discipline needed.
"Maybe I could help with that, sir."
"That'd be wonderful. I'm sure she looks up to you already."
"I doubt that, sir. Claire and her friend Lydie are very independent."
Jonathan frowned at that name. "Lydie, well, she was always a troublemaker."
"They're just bored out here."
"Exactly right, exactly right. That's why I'm giving you both jobs. Keep you from getting too bored."
I sighed and pretended like I was mulling it over, but already I'd decided to take it. Being out on a boat all day long with Claire and some drunk tourists seemed like a good time, and I'd be making money from it, too. Felt like a winning combination.
"Okay," I said, nodding, "I'll take the job."
He beamed. "Wonderful. That's so wonderful. Look, why don't you head in, and I'll tell Claire all about it over breakfast."
"Sounds good."
He nodded and began to reel in his line as I headed off. I was practically walking on air, grinning to myself and whistling. My summer was definitely looking up already.
Once inside, I climbed the stairs to our floor and stripped off my shirt. I tossed it into my open doorway and then pushed open the bathroom door.
"Hey!" Claire said frantically. "I'm in here!"
In my good-mood daze, I hadn't even noticed that someone was in there. Claire was standing in front of the mirror in only a towel as steam billowed out of the warm room.
"Good morning, sis," I said, walking in and shutting the door behind me.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed. "Get the hell out of here!"
"You don't own this bathroom." I turned the water on nice and hot and waited.
She stared at me and I openly stared back. I could see a nice ample hint of her cleavage as the towel slowly, ever so slowly, slipped off her glistening body. Her nice ass was barely covered by the short towel. Her hair was soaking wet, and she looked ripe for plundering. I could have easily pressed her over and slipped my cock hilt-deep into her soaked spot. I wanted to do it badly, fuck her right there.
I'd grab her hips and press her face against the mirror. Maybe we'd wake the whole house, but I didn't give a fuck. I felt my cock getting hard, pushing up the fabric of my short running shorts. Claire noticed, too, because she was staring right at it.
"Got something to say?" I asked her, smirking.
"Uh, Nathan," she mumbled, "you have a, um, you know."
"My cock is fucking hard. Is that what you're trying to say?"
"Yes," she replied, turning even redder.
"Can't help myself. Looking at you in that towel drives me crazy."
She held up the top just in time to prevent it from falling. "Um," she mumbled, "you should go. I'm using the bathroom."
"Not my fault you take too long in here." I moved a little closer, cock raging now, practically trying to tear its way through my shorts. "It's my turn now," I practically whispered in her ear.