Uncle Bob's Charter Boat
by Lubrican
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Chapter Three
Mandy didn't know what was happening in her mother's bedroom. Her reaction, had she known, could be argued about, but as things were it didn't matter because, while she took her shower, Mandy's hormone-suffused young body was already turned on enough that she learned to masturbate.
She had always known it felt good to wash between her
legs. And, when her growing breasts stopped hurting, it felt
good to rub her soapy hands over them too. But she
had never done it when she was as turned on as she was
now. Quite honestly, she had never been as turned
on as she was now. And this time, when she slid her
soap-covered hand between her legs, the nervous energy she had been
laboring under took over and she rubbed.
Like sex, she knew the theory of masturbation, but had never had an
orgasm and didn't know exactly how the mechanics of the process
worked. But when it felt so good to rub, she just
kept doing it. The orgasm that had been searching
for a way out of her body snuck up on her and she was quite suddenly
frozen, hunched over in the shower, hair hanging wetly down, one
fingertip pressing her clitty hard against her body, as the most
unimaginable feelings rushed through her body. She
let out a tortured groan and spread her knees apart, squatting slightly
as her body shook and she felt a weakness begin to invade her
legs. She ended up sitting on the floor of the
shower, the water splashing over her as she gasped for breath, her mind
amazed at what had just happened.
The next morning Mandy woke up, still full of energy, but more
relaxed. Usually she liked to laze in bed, stretching and
burrowing into the pillow, but this morning that desire was absent and
she bounded out of bed, pulling on a T shirt and a pair of terrycloth
shorts. As she pulled up the shorts they dug into her pussy
lips and she felt a tingle from that area that reminded her of the
night before. She stood frozen for a few seconds,
contemplating rubbing herself again. But, like a lot of young
people who have just discovered self pleasure, she associated it with
the shower, where it had first happened. She didn't feel like
taking a shower just then, so suppressed the desire to feel that lovely
feeling again. That feeling was special, and while
she knew she'd do that a lot from now on, her subconscious wanted to
ration it.
When she got to the kitchen her mother was already there, frying
bacon. A dozen eggs were sitting by the stove,
waiting their turn. Jill turned her head toward her
daughter's vibrant form.
"Well, you're up early," she commented, smiling.
"I feel positively wonderful!" gushed Mandy. "It's
a beautiful day." She looked around. "Where's Uncle
Bob?"
"Still sleeping. He was very tired last night,"
said Jill, hiding a small smile as to just why he was so exhausted.
He'd ended up loving her three times during the night and she felt much
the same way as Mandy did about the new day. If
this was the result of Bob becoming aware of her daughter in a sexual
way, then maybe it wasn't so bad after all. She
flipped the bacon and a small frown furrowed her
brow. She'd avoided having a mother-daughter talk
with Mandy for much too long. She may have waited longer than
was wise. According to Bob's description of what
had happened on the charter, Mandy's attitude about things had been
surprisingly adult. Now Jill worried that Mandy
might be much more sexually active than she'd tried not to imagine.
"Sweetheart, we need to have a talk," she said, forcing the words out
of her mouth.'
"What about?" asked Mandy, picking up a piece of cantaloupe and taking
a big bite.
"Well, sex, I guess," said Jill haltingly.
Mandy's response was both gratifying and disturbing.
"Really? I think that's a good idea," she
said. Jill tried to wrap her mind around the
concept of a teenager who actually wanted to talk to her mother about
sex. Mandy didn't give her time to think, though, as she went
on. "I mean seeing Jim with Chastity made me feel all kinds
of things I've never felt before, and Uncle Bob kept staring at her and
that made me feel all strange too and I don't understand it at
all." Her voice ended up sounding plaintive and young.
Jill had had been reluctant to broach the subject, and now had no idea
how to proceed. Her own sex life had never been what anyone
would call "normal". Yet she was as happy as she thought she
could ever be. She loved Bob in ways that
transcended a brother/sister relationship, and had never felt the need
to search for love from another man. She knew they
couldn't live as husband and wife, though she would have jumped at the
chance if it were possible, and that made it difficult for her to give
advice to her daughter about "normal"
relationships. It didn't help that the first sexual
acts Mandy had been exposed to were between a father and his
daughter. By the same token, Mandy's comment about feeling
strange when Bob looked at the young girl was something she did
understand. She'd have felt the same thing if she'd have been
there.
So she decided to talk about that.
"Well, the feelings you had when Bob looked at ... Chastity is it? ...
I suspect that was jealousy."
Mandy blinked, the half eaten piece of cantaloupe hanging between her
fingers.
"Jealousy?" she said. "Why would I be jealous of Uncle Bob?"
"Why indeed?" thought Jill to herself, thinking her daughter might
already have some "inappropriate" feelings toward her uncle.
"Do you love your uncle?" she asked.
"Of course I do. He's my favorite man in the whole wide
world," responded Mandy.
"Well, when you love someone, and they pay attention to someone else,
sometimes you get jealous," explained Jill.
"Oh," said Mandy. Her eyes went a little out of
focus as she thought. They
cleared. "You know, you might be right. I
know he doesn't look at me like he looked at her."
"How did he look at her?" asked Jill, beginning to crack eggs into the
bacon grease in the pan.
"He looked like he was hungry or something," said Mandy.
"Like he was a cat and she was a mouse or something like that."
"And you want him to look at you the same way?" asked Jill, fascinated
by what her daughter was saying.
"Wow" said Mandy. "I never thought about
that. Part of me thinks that would be
scary. But when he said I was beautiful it made me
feel all fluttery inside and I liked that a lot. "
"He said you were beautiful?" prompted Jill.
"Well, he said next to you I was the most beautiful woman he knew,"
explained Mandy.
Jill felt her loins warm and fought off the urge to go back to the
bedroom and wake her brother up. She knew what a
charmer he could be and what made it even better was that he wasn't
trying to be a charmer.
"How do you feel when he kisses you?" asked Jill. She had no
idea why she was heading in the direction she seemed to be heading in,
but she couldn't help herself.
"Yummy," said Mandy. "He kisses much better than any of the
boys I've kissed." She blinked. She
hadn't meant to confess that she'd kissed any boys.
"I wasn't aware you'd been kissing boys," said Jill with mock
sternness.
"Well ... you know. I've kissed a boy a couple of
times ... just to see what it was like."
"What else have you done ... just to see what it was like?" asked her
mother.
Mandy tensed up. "Nothing really. And certainly nothing like
Jim and Chastity were doing!"
"That's good darling," said Jill, relaxing. "What
they were doing must only be done when you really really love someone,
and that person is the most special person in your life."
"So Chastity is the most special person in Jim's life?" asked Mandy.
"And him in hers I mean?"
"Based on what you've told me I'd have to say that's so," said
Jill. "In our culture that's not really
acceptable - for a father to love his daughter like that - but
sometimes it happens."
It can be understood why Jill didn't experience any particular horror that a father and daughter were having sexual relations. After all, she'd been engaging in incest for all of her sexual life. What she didn't think about, though, was that her casual attitude about that might cling to her daughter as well.
"I don't have a Daddy," said Mandy, sounding sad.
"Your father wasn't the sort of man I'd want you to do that with," said
Jill, uncharacteristically willing to say something about
him. "If it weren't for you I'd say that having sex
with him was the worst thing I ever did." She looked at
Mandy. "You need to find a boy your own age to be interested
in," she suggested.
"I don't know any interesting boys," said Mandy
dismissively. "They're all stupid and act stupid
and macho and try to be all impressive and stuff. I
think they act silly."
"Well, it won't always be that way," said Jill
soothingly. "Someday you'll meet a man who will
make you feel all fluttery inside and you'll want to do things with him
you've never done before. All I want you to
understand is that you mustn't do those things until you're sure you
love him, and that he loves you just as much. Will
you promise me that?"
"Sure Mom," said Mandy, in that way that teenagers the world over make
blithe promises they have no idea how hard it will be to keep when the
time comes.
Just then Bob shuffled into the kitchen, his hair uncombed, his beard a
faint shadow from the night's growth. He was still dressed in
is boxers. He stopped and looked at the two women, one
standing at the stove dressed in a halter top and Bermuda shorts, her
cleavage deep and inviting, and the other in a thin T shirt that
telegraphed her teenage nipples and shorts that were snugged between
pussy lips Bob had never seen, but could easily
imagine. He had, for fleeting seconds the night
before, imagined that the woman under him was Mandy, and that it was
her unprotected womb he was filling with sperm, instead of
Jill's. His shorts twitched as his prick
thickened. Both women noticed.
"How are my two favorite women?" he asked, trying to act
normal. He went to his sister and kissed her. She
pressed against him and, when the kiss broke, stood on tip toes to
nibble his ear lobe.
"Horny," whispered his sister in his ear. "And you are too,
apparently."
"Me too!" said Mandy, completely unaware of the unintended innuendo she
created. She had simply meant she wanted a good
morning kiss too. She tried to wedge her body between her
mother and uncle. She wiggled between them, her mother to her
back and her uncle to her front. As she got her kiss, she
felt a firm bulge down there pressing against her abdomen and again
felt that rush of heat there. Her mother hugged
them both, pressing her harder against her uncle and she sighed,
turning her head to lay her cheek against his
chest. She liked these new feelings. They
made her feel all jittery, but she liked them.
"I'm starving," Bob announced, uncomfortable that his half hard prick
was pushing into Mandy's stomach, only inches from that camel toe.
"I have something you could eat," said Jill, her voice husky.
Bob blinked. Jill wasn't usually so obvious about her
arousal, especially in front of Mandy.
"Well ... um ... bring it on then," he said helplessly.
"Yes!" piped Mandy, so distracted by her own feelings that she missed
her mother's sexual hint. "Me too. Let's
eat." She also wasn't aware that her comment fit perfectly
with what had just been said.
Breakfast started out tensely, mostly because Bob kept trying not to
develop a full blown hardon.
"We have another charter tomorrow," he said, trying to distract himself
by talking business.
"What kind?" asked Mandy.
"Bob, Ted, Carol and Alice," said Bob, using his pet name for the
university researchers who hired him to take them out to do reef studies twice a
year. He had called them that after the first time
he took them out, when the two women were assigned one stateroom and
the two men another. Somehow, during the cruise, the
accommodations had gotten mixed up, with Ted coming out of the women's
stateroom on one occasion, and Alice coming out of the men's on
another. Their charters always lasted a week and Bob made up
for the lack of a tip by the extra charges that went with such a long
cruise. Mandy, of course, had never seen the movie, and was
oblivious to the sexual nature of his nicknames. She didn't
actually feel the need to know the real names of the customers, for the
most part, using the ubiquitous "Sir" and "Ma'am" to address everyone.
"Oh good," said Mandy. "I was afraid it would be a big one
and that I'd have to sleep in the bilge bedroom again."
On what was called a "Light cruise" Mandy got to sleep in a regular
stateroom. Bob had an efficiency cabin behind the
bridge, which contained little more than an oversized double bed, a fan and a
small TV and music setup. If they were anchored and there was
a stateroom open, he used that. When all
three staterooms were in use by customers, Bob used the Captain's cabin
and Mandy slept on a pallet in the storage space that held the water
tanks. Bob had rigged her a fan, even though the whole
interior of the boat was air conditioned. A big piece of
thick foam had been custom cut to fit onto the floor and was quite
roomy for a young girl. That was what they called
the bilge bedroom.
"You only have to be there when you're sleeping," said Bob.
"I know" she said. "But it seems so far away from everything,
that's all."
"You've always survived," he said, smiling.
As things turned out, though, Bob, Ted, Carol and Alice threw the crew
of the "First Wife" for a loop. Bob and Mandy were
there, provisioned and ready to go when two vans pulled up in the
parking lot and twelve people piled out of them. Ted Wilkins
(the man whose name caused Bob to come up with the group's nickname)
struggled along the dock carrying a huge duffle bag and a set of
aqualung tanks. He had things hanging all over his body.
"Hey Skipper," he called out. "We brought a few
extra bodies this trip."
"That's putting it mildly," said Bob wryly.
"The boat will sleep twelve ... right?" asked Ted, looking
nervous. "I seem to remember that from the data you sent us
when we first chartered you."
"True, there are twelve berths on the boat, but that's four people
per stateroom, and I have to tell you I wouldn't try to take that many
people out to have any fun. It would be way too
crowded. As you well know, most of the upper berths
are usually used for storage and luggage and things like that."
"Well," said Ted, "we got this grant, and it's a big grant, and it's
letting us do some things we've been wanting to do for a long time but
couldn't afford to on the department budget. We hired a dive
master, for instance, and brought in four interns so we can do some
night diving. We brought our professor too. I didn't think it would be a problem. Of course we know you'll have to charge us
more, but the grant will cover that too."
"Sleeping accommodations aren't the biggest problem," said Bob
patiently. "Assuming you all can work out who is willing to
sleep where, in terms of gender. The bigger issue is we planned for six
passengers on board, and provisioned that way. Now you're
doubling that. We don't have nearly enough food, and water
may run short." Bob eyed the equipment that was being
unloaded from the vans. "You're bringing a lot of
stuff along too, and that's going to all have to fit in
somewhere. We can fix it, but we won't be able to
leave today."
Ted seemed to relax. "That's not a
problem. Like I said, we brought along Professor Simpson and Professor Jones and his wife. Mrs. Jones is going to
do record keeping and things like that for us. I think this
is the first time they've ever been to this part of the coast, so I'm
sure they'd like to go out on the town tonight. The
interns too, probably. What time do you think we
could head out tomorrow?"
"If Mandy and I get it all done today then we should be able to take
off at dawn. Are you all going to sleep on the boat tonight?"
asked Bob.
"Yeah, I'll make sure of that. It takes several
hours to get to the research site, as I recall, so people won't have to
actually get up early or anything. That should work out well."
"Just tell them that if they puke on my boat while it's in dock, they
clean it up themselves," said Bob, grinning. "I
allow for sea sickness, but partiers who hurl have to get their hands
dirty."
"No problem. We know the drill. You guys
go do whatever you need to and those of us who've done this before will
show them how to stow their stuff and assign beds and all that."
"Good enough," said Bob. "You want to know how much
more this is going to cost?"
"I guess I should find that out, huh?" asked Ted sheepishly.
Bob named a figure that made Mandy's eyes go wide.
"That includes a tip for the crew. I don't usually charge you
guys that way, but this is going to be a lot more work for us than just
the four of you."
Ted didn't bat an eyelash. "No
problem. In fact, get some steaks and
stuff. We're going to be working pretty hard, and we want
life to be as good as possible when we're not
working. Money won't be a problem."
Bob didn't want to make Mandy do the work of figuring out what
additional stores would be needed, so he left her in charge of the
First Wife and took off in the pickup himself.
Mandy had already told him what the menu was going to be for the week
long cruise, and he did the calculations on quantities easily, based on
many years of experience with knowing how much would be
needed. He also got a case of Tequila, and a half case each
of good bourbon and Scotch, as well as four cases of mixed flavors of
wine coolers. In his experience, a lot of
discomfort on a crowded boat could be dealt with using alcohol, as long
as it was rationed. He added extra snack foods and a case of
frozen steaks, as well as six cases of bottled water. Mandy
had already planned on slow roasting a big slab of prime rib.
She liked Bob, Ted, Carol and Alice, and it showed in her
menu. He knew she would cook big for them, because the leftovers
would be tasty too. This week there just wouldn't be any
leftovers, most likely.
When he got back the only people aboard were three of the new interns,
named Mike, Julie and Susan. Mike looked like an
athlete, and pitched in to help ferry boxes of provisions onto the
boat, where Mandy stood, hands on her hips, directing the two girls as
they put things away. The pickup had been full, and by the
time she was finished, all available stowage had been
filled. The pile of air tanks and other equipment
that had been on the deck when Bob left was
gone.
"What did you do with that?" asked Bob.
"The only place I could think of to put it was the bilge
bedroom," said Mandy. "That's where we
should lock up the alcohol too." Mandy was well aware of the
benefits of having a little booze along on a trip for the
customers. She also knew to lock up the alcohol
too. While it helped alleviate cramped or boring
conditions, on a long trip it was also doled out with a professional
eye toward retaining control over the passengers' state of intoxication.
"So, where are you going to sleep?" asked her uncle.
"I stood the mattress up against the wall. I can put it in
the galley at night I guess," she said.
"That's no way to get any rest," said Bob. On a
cruise that involved overnights, it was inevitable that passengers
would want something from the galley late into the
evening. You didn't go out on a boat to sleep all
the time. Night time was usually for partying.
"The bed in the Captain's cabin is big enough for two ... isn't it?"
she asked, feeling a flutter in her belly as she said it.
Bob looked at his niece. The image of her in that
bed flitted through his head. She wasn't wearing anything in
that image and he pushed it out of his mind.
"I'm not sure that would be a good idea sweetie," he said.
"Why not?" asked Mandy.
"Because you're all grown up and beautiful and ... it might be
uncomfortable. I might be tempted to ... I just
don't think it's a good idea!"
Mandy felt the flush in her loins get hotter. His
meaning was clear, even to her inexperienced mind.
"Don't be silly," she said, slapping at his
shoulder. "We'll be fine. If it
bothers you that much we can take turns or
something. I'll sleep while you run the boat, and
you can sleep while I stand watch or something."
Occasionally Bob posted a watch during the night, depending on where
they were. Piracy was not a thing of the past, like most
people thought.
Bob finally had to agree, since he couldn't think of any other solution.
Then they went over the water 'still' Bob had installed, but rarely
used. It was less efficient than reverse osmosis systems, but a hell of a lot cheaper too. It worked on solar energy, which took sea water and
distilled it to provide fresh water that, while it was flat tasting,
would keep a body hydrated. There were pumps and
other electrical components, however, that had to be checked to make
sure that if they needed more than the two hundred gallons stored in
the tanks, it would be available. Usually, Bob
pumped the distilled water into the main fresh water tanks, where it
mixed with the city water. Then filtered sea water could be
used in the shower when water needed to be conserved, and the potable
water saved for drinking. The still would only produce about
three gallons a day, but in a pinch that could save lives, and city
folk weren't known for understanding how to conserve water.
By the time they finished that, and checked the motor on the Zodiac,
which would be used to make emergency runs back to the mainland if
needed, it was late afternoon. Mandy was sweaty and
her clothing spotted with oil stains. There was a tuft of
hair that the tie on her pony tail wouldn't quite hold, and it kept
dropping down onto her cheek and tickling her. She
was also tired, and it showed.
"I think we're done," said Bob. "If they all get
back aboard we should be able to take off around six. Why
don't you go on home and get cleaned up and eat some supper.
Get a good night's rest." Bob reached out and squeezed her
shoulder.
"That's fine with me," said Mandy slumping tiredly.
"I'll get up early. If we're leaving at six I need to start
breakfast at five. Motion will wake some of them
up."
Mandy leaned into him and raised her face for a
kiss. What she got was a squeeze and a very tender
kiss, his lips soft and warm. It was a nice kiss and suddenly
Mandy had more energy than she'd had a few seconds before.
"You sure you'll be all right?" she asked. "I can stay."
"I can take care of a bunch of academics," he
laughed. "I'm not so old and feeble that I need my
sixteen year old niece to protect me." He grinned and kissed
her again, swatting her on her behind.
"Now git!" he ordered. "Tell your mother I love her."
"I will," said the girl and turned to leave.
Mandy didn't actually mind going home to clean up.
That gave her a chance to take a long fun-filled shower. This
time she learned that her finger would slide up inside her and, when
she hooked it and pulled at her pussy, it crushed her young clitty
deliciously. Sated and relaxed, with her alarm set
to get her up and to the boat on time, she fell into bed smiling.
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