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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