Uncle Bob's Charter Boat

by Lubrican

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Chapter Two

Mandy might never have put it all together if Mr. Trunion had booked his charter like he always had in the past. When he and his young daughter showed up for their fishing trip, everything seemed quite normal, other than the fact that they were starting their trip in the afternoon, instead of the morning. Chastity Trunion, who had always been very confident and self possessed, acted like she always did - like she was eighteen, instead of almost fifteen. Jim Trunion acted like he always did too, sort of a fumbling man, who seemed half embarrassed all the time, and only came alive once the trip had actually started and he began to play with his fishing equipment.

The first thing that caught Mandy's attention was that Chastity stripped off her outer clothing to reveal a new bikini, even before they untied and left the dock. This bikini was even smaller than Mandy remembered the last one being, and was a thong to boot. Wryly, Mandy noticed that it was hot pink, the same color as the trunks she had made fun of her uncle for wearing. Mandy had to admit the girl looked good in it. Her breasts, even at such a young age, were larger than Mandy's, and her waist a little narrower. Her hips hadn't developed as much as they would later, but still swelled out from that tiny waist in a way that made Mandy feel boyish, with her small, firm breasts and narrow hips. Chastity was short, and her legs were short too, giving her the appearance of an undersized adult woman, rather than an overdeveloped teenager.

As soon as she had her clothes off, Chastity pranced around the boat, examining everything, even though she'd seen it all at least nine or ten times in the past, and nothing had really changed. She seemed to need to bend over a lot to look at things, exposing her naked buttocks, with the thick hot pink string that disappeared between them. Mandy felt her face flush when her uncle looked at those buttocks, which was the reason she noticed that Chastity's father looked even more. In fact, the man seemed to be unable to look anywhere else. His fishing gear hung in his hands, ignored, as Bob stowed their luggage in one of the staterooms.

Mandy's heightened attention made note of the fact that all the luggage went into one stateroom, which shouldn't have seemed odd, since this pair had always used only one stateroom in the past. They always took a nap while they were out fishing.

But Mandy noticed that now, for some reason.

Then she was busy with casting off lines and standing by the engine room phone in case her uncle called down with instructions. They also had a checklist they went through each time the boat went out, with fittings being checked, fuel lines examined, and the like. There were gauges that told Bob everything he needed to know about the engines up on the bridge, but he felt better having a hand where things could be listened to until everything was deemed to be operating normally.

After that Mandy went to the galley and began preparations for the evening meal, which would be eaten an hour out from port. There would be some night fishing when they arrived at the selected location, which was also new for this customer.

It was because she was busy with supper that she wasn't aware of another change in the Trunion's behavior. Always in the past, Jim Trunion stayed on the bridge with Bob, talking about what he wanted to catch, and where they were going, and what kind of bait would be best. His daughter always laid out on a chaise lounge on the front deck, where sun and spray would both drench her as the boat picked up speed and cut through the water.

This time, however, as Bob and Jim were talking, Chastity popped her head into the bridge.

"Daddy, it's time for your nap," she said. "You know you need extra rest since you got sick last week."

Her father's reaction to such a bland statement was what caught Bob's attention. The man turned beet red, almost as if he were angry, but his face exhibited not anger, but excitement.

"Yes, darling ..." he muttered after a too long pause. "Of course you're right."

He then left the bridge, following his daughter, who seemed to feel the need to personally see to it that her father did, in fact, go take his nap. Bob shook his head, smiling a little bit at the almost bossy nature of the young girl. She had acted more like a wife than a daughter during the odd exchange.

When, an hour later Mandy called up to announce that supper would be ready in ten minutes, Bob was engaged in plotting his course around a squall line in the distance, and he somewhat absent mindedly told her that Jim was taking a nap.

Mandy, like any good cook, didn't want her meal to get cold, and went to find Chastity to tell her about supper. Unable to find her, she then went to their stateroom, where she tapped perfunctorily and then opened the door to tell the occupants that dinner was ready.

She was shocked to her core by what she saw.

While Mandy had heard and read about the sexual act in school, those somewhat dry descriptions had not prepared her for seeing the mating of human beings actually taking place. And that was, in fact, what was taking place in the stateroom. Chastity hadn't taken her father to their stateroom to put him to sleep. She had taken him there to get him naked and on his back so she could sit on his very hard prick, taking it into her very young pussy.

Their fishing trips had always been a sham on some level. Jim's wife had given birth to Chastity late in her life, and had entered menopause when Chastity was twelve. Her menopause wasn't easy on either her or Jim. She lost her sex drive completely and became surly whenever Jim wanted to pursue what he thought of as his husbandly rights. As a result, his attention wandered to his daughter, who was a luscious little thing even at twelve. He started taking her on fishing trips because that got him fairly unrestricted access to seeing her in bikinis and, later, at his suggestion, she began sunbathing naked. While at home, their relationship had advanced to the point where Jim's good night kisses became good night massages, until suddenly one night he was masturbating his young daughter while she writhed beneath his hand. That led to her masturbating him, which satisfied them for six months or so. Unable to stop the train wreck that would surely come, Jim sought to satisfy her orally, which only led to her eagerly eventual reciprocation, sucking down his sperm eagerly. Chastity not only liked what she was feeling, but Daddy bought her such nice things whenever she wanted them. Insertion of a thick finger into her virgin pussy had removed her hymen six months past and, in a fit of lust, Jim had crawled between his daughter's willingly spread thighs and made her fully a woman.

But it was too dangerous to engage in their favorite new game at home. So Jim went fishing, and took his daughter with him so they could spend "quality time" together. They had, under the guise of napping, sated their delayed lusts as a result. Usually they did a little fishing and sunbathing first. This time Chastity had told her father in no uncertain terms that she couldn't wait to feel his thick prick sliding in and out of her on this trip, which had resulted in his decision to book the trip with an extra night thrown in. That she couldn't even wait until night to have him in her only made him hornier.

Neither father nor daughter heard the stateroom door open, due to the noise of the water on the other side of the hull, and the motor noises. As a result Mandy had a perfect and unrestricted view of a fourteen year old pussy sliding expertly up and then falling back down on a thick forty-five year old penis. The girl's breasts bobbed up and down, aided by her father's hands playing with them, and his hips bucked up, driving his prick deep into his daughter as she sat down hard on him. Chastity was chanting "Yes ... yes ... yes," with her head turned upward and her eyes closed, her hands on her father's chest, helping her lift her hips so she could drop down hard on the thing impaling her again and again.

"Oh fuck!" groaned the man. "I'm gonna shoot baby."

"Ohhh yes Daddy, squirt me Daddy," she moaned. "I love you Daddy."

Mandy came to her senses and was backing out the door as her wide eyes saw Jim buck upward one last time and then go rigid, his prick firmly planted up inside his daughter. Mandy knew, based on her sex ed classes, what was happening in there, and it made her feel hot all over. She was about to close the door as softly as she could when her buttocks ran into something soft. Looking over her shoulder she saw Uncle Bob, his own eyes wide and his mouth open. Obviously, he had seen what was going on in the stateroom as well.

Mandy pulled the door closed quietly.

"I came to wake him," whispered Bob.

"Me too," gasped Mandy, who realized she hadn't breathed out since she had opened the door.

Bob's hands had automatically gone to Mandy's waist when she backed into him and had stayed there as her cute face, with its button nose had turned to look over her shoulder at him. She felt the urge to lean against him and realized she was breathing fast. His hands felt ... solid somehow ... like something stable in her world, which had just jerked, leaving her off balance.

"Well, that was interesting," said Bob, for lack of anything else to say.

A female moan came through the stateroom door, full of passion.

"You can say that again," murmured Mandy, her mind replaying in her head the scene she had just seen. It was one thing to know that a man's penis was supposed to fit inside a woman, and a completely different one to actually see it happening. Mandy's unconscious mind just naturally put her face on the girl's jerking body. The man under her in that fantasy wasn't Jim Trunion though - she knew that. She couldn't put a real face on him, but he was no boy her age. For the first time in her life Mandy contemplated being made love to like that, and it was a grown man in her fantasy. Her hands unconsciously went to cover her breasts, almost defensively, at the same time she leaned against her uncle.

For Bob's part, his own fantasy was crystal clear. In his mind it was him on the bed, and Mandy perched above him, impaled on his spurting prick. That fantasy came easily to him, with the girl in his hands. He noticed when her own hands went to her breasts, and he felt his prick lurch in his pants as she leaned against him. He pushed her away from his stiffening penis, unwilling to let her feel that. While her mother might be pleased by that development, Bob doubted that a sixteen year old girl would be at all interested in her uncle's hardon pressing against her. Girls just didn't think that way.

Neither Bob nor Mandy noticed that the other made no objection to the fact that a man was fucking his own daughter on the other side of the door.

"Maybe we should just let them ... finish ..." Bob said uncertainly. "I'll go back up to the bridge and call them on the phone."

"Maybe that would be best," sighed Mandy.

From that moment on, Mandy's relationship with her uncle took on a subtle change. Mandy began to feel her own sexuality in ways that were not nebulous, or hazy. Now she had a picture in her mind of what sex looked like and her instinct was to begin to look at every man she saw as a potential mate. The only men she saw immediately after that were Jim and her uncle. Jim wasn't attractive to her.

Her uncle was.

It didn't help that Chastity gave up wearing clothing completely as soon as they crossed into international waters. Her father tried to regulate things, but father and daughter still found an unusual number of reasons to visit their stateroom at the same time, and they inevitably stayed in that stateroom for half an hour or longer. Chastity would then lie out in the setting sun, her glistening pussy still wet with her father's spend, though not obviously so. She apparently cleaned up after their lusty romps, but wasn't patient enough to let all of her father's spooge drain out of her before she returned to public view. This left Bob in an almost perpetual state of arousal. Chastity herself was a good looking girl, and didn't look anywhere near her real age. While she didn't quite look "legal", she still looked like a young woman, instead of a girl, and few men could have just ignored her. It was testimony to how smitten her father was with her that he didn't object to her showing Bob all her charms.

Mandy noticed her uncle staring at the girl and it made her stomach roil. She didn't understand that feeling, not being experienced enough to recognize jealousy when it applied to her grown up uncle. But part of her knew how to deal with the situation, or at least try. The next afternoon, while Chastity lay spread eagled on the forward deck, right in front of Bob on the bridge, Mandy took him a cup of coffee.

"Maybe I should run around stark naked too," she muttered, half under her breath as Bob absent mindedly took the coffee while still staring at the naked girl.

"I'd have a heart attack if you did," said Bob, not realizing what he was saying.

"I didn't think I was that ugly!" said Mandy, her feelings hurt.

Bob's head snapped toward her and his face showed concern. "That's not what I meant Baby," he said quickly.

"Well, what did you mean then?" asked Mandy, feeling awkward.

Bob was unsettled enough by Chastity's nakedness, and her repeated trips to rut with her father that he spoke before thinking things through completely.

"I mean that a man can only take so much. She's pretty, I'll admit, but if you were running around naked I wouldn't be able to control myself."

"Oh," said Mandy, a ball of heat exploding in her loins at his compliment. "I had no idea you thought I was pretty," she said in that way that women fish for compliments.

Bob stared at her. "Other than your mother, you're the most beautiful woman I know," he said, emotion making his voice tight.

"Oh," said Mandy. She suddenly wanted to kiss her uncle. Her hands twitched and her nipples tingled. That vision in her mind, of her riding a man, altered subtly. Suddenly the man was Uncle Bob, and it was his prick that was stuck way up inside her. She flushed beet red.

"I have to go now," she said, her voice shaky.

Just then Chastity stood up and stretched. "Daddy!" she called out. "I need some suntan oil put on me Daddy. Where are you?"

Jim's voice wavered from somewhere to the right and behind Mandy.

"Okay, Baby, I think there's some in our room."

Chastity's smile made Mandy's gut tighten and she repeated herself.

"I have to go now."

"See you later," said her uncle, his own voice tight.

"Yes. I'll get the nighttime snack ready."

The rest of the trip was like that. That night the Trunions went to bed early, instead of doing any night fishing. They slept late too. Throughout the day Jim played at fishing, but found reasons to go into the cabin with Chastity. When they got back to the dock late in the evening Jim Trunion hadn't caught a thing. Despite that he was effusive in his praise for the trip.

"We'll have to do this again real soon," he said to Bob as he and his now clothed daughter left the boat. He tipped Bob a hundred dollars.

After they cleaned up and buttoned up the boat, Bob and Mandy walked home together. He handed her fifty dollars.

"Your part of the tip," he said.

Mandy was agitated and unsettled in ways she didn't understand. She felt nervous and full of energy.

"That was a lot of money to spend just to get the chance to have sex." she said boldly. "Wouldn't it have been cheaper to just go to one of those prostitute women?" she asked, not realizing that she was speaking so frankly.

Bob glanced at his niece. He was agitated too, and was looking forward to being too tired to go to his own house after he cleaned up at his sister's.

"Some men aren't interested in prostitutes," he said, a little taken aback at Mandy's adult talk.

"I guess," was Mandy's only comment.

Back at Jill's house, events continued to rush on while Bob and Mandy tried to cope with their feelings. Bob took his shower first and, as was his habit, emerged wearing only boxer shorts. Mandy was waiting, towel in hand, still full of nervous energy.

"Mom said there's some leftovers in the fridge," said Mandy, pushing past him. She was anxious to get into the shower for some reason. "She said she was tired and was going to bed."

As soon as the bathroom door closed Bob headed for his sister's bedroom. Jill was waiting for him, lying on top of the covers, reading a book. She was dressed in a light robe that went only to her thighs. As soon as Bob closed the door she put the book down.

"Where's Mandy?" she asked softly.

"Shower," said Bob, his prick already hardening as he stared at his sister's long legs. He had been horny for almost twenty-four hours.

Jill's fingers flicked at the closure of the robe and it fell apart to reveal her naked body.

"Mandy told me it was an interesting trip," she said, spreading her legs to reveal her pouting pussy lips. "I thought you might want to unwind."

"Oh baby, you have no idea," growled Bob as he shucked his boxers to reveal his long hard prick.

"Then hurry," said Jill. "We wouldn't want her walking in on us like she did on those others."

"She told you?" he asked.

"I'm going to have to spend some special mother/daughter time with her," said Jill, reaching for him as he crawled onto the bed. "She's growing up."

"She did that already," grunted Bob as he covered his sister's body with his own. He leaned down to suck at a nipple.

"You noticed that huh?" teased his sister. "She said you saw them, too. Did it make you want your own niece?"

"I have to admit that it crossed my mind," said Bob, letting his prick nudge into Jill's sex.

She reached for him, slotted his prick between her pussy lips and then reached for his hips to pull him into her. Both adults groaned as he was sheathed in her hot depths.

"I'm a jealous lover, Bob Masters," moaned Jill. "I don't think I want to share you with my daughter."

Her statement, intended to push his buttons, did exactly that and she moaned again as his lovemaking became more forceful. Her lungs expelled all her breath as he pounded into her.

"You do want her!" she panted. "You want to fuck your own niece."

"Right now all I want is to fuck her mother," he grunted back, kissing her hard and long.

Bob rode his sister until she had two orgasms. Oddly, his own release was not at all urgent as he soaked his prick in her hot tunnel, despite his heightened state of arousal. He loved being like this with Jill, loved her with everything he had in him, and didn't want it to stop. In the end though, it came time to perform their personal little ritual, a ritual they had engaged in since the very first time she had spread her legs for him.

"I'm close," he grunted. "Have you gone on the pill yet?"

"Noooo" she moaned.

"I shouldn't cum in you then," he sighed.

"No, you shouldn't," she agreed, pulling at him harder.

"I'm going to," he warned.

"You can't," she objected, her voice full of invitation.

"Uhhhhhh" he grunted as his prick began spewing semen deep into her welcoming pussy.

"I did anyway," he whispered into her hair as he gave up the last of what his balls had stored up for her.

"Thank you," she whispered back.

Then they lay and cuddled, arguably their favorite part of their lovemaking, until he hardened again and moved to take her another time.

"Again?" she cooed. "It must have been an interesting trip."

"Ohhh you have no idea," he said, repeating himself as he lunged into his lover lustily.

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