The Boat Ch. 01

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My name is Michael, Mike for short. I’m twenty-eight years old and I work for a construction company as a foreman. I make decent money, but I have very little time off in the summer. Because of that I tend to be very protective of my days off an I try to do the things that I enjoy. That and the fact that I didn’t want to have children right away were huge points of contention with my ex-wife. They both led to our divorce after three years of marriage. Well, that and me catching the cheating bitch banging her old college boyfriend when I came home early one Saturday afternoon.

I ended up with the house and the furniture and an $1,800.00 a month alimony payment for a year. She ended up with a boyfriend that dumped her for a second time and his baby. I called it a win and kept moving forward. I suddenly understood why dad was so relieved after mom left. Trying to stick it out in a failing marriage will suck the soul right out of you. The only difference was mom left me and my sister with dad and we hadn’t seen her since. Honestly, I didn’t know if she was dead or alive and after twenty years, I really didn’t give a shit.

This all happened in the early fall and right after that my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer so the tail end of last year had been rough on me. Winter slowed the job down somewhat, but I was still putting in a lot of hours just to have something to do. My baby sister, Debbie suggested in April that I needed to take some time off just to figure things out. After all we had been through that seemed like a good idea, so we agreed that when the weather warmed up a little bit we would spend a few days on dad’s boat.

Dad bought the boat at a repossession auction last Spring and because of that he paid far less than it is worth. I had been out on it twice before he was diagnosed, and I enjoyed it, but I didn’t think I would enjoy it enough to keep it after dad died. Just after the New Year, he was gone. It took Debbie and me a few months to come to grips with the fact that he was gone but by Spring we had learned to deal with it. I saw the boat as a source of income if we sold it and a 35′ money pit if we kept it, but Debbie thought about it a little differently. To her this was the last thing that dad had bought that had truly made him happy and she wanted to keep it, so we could have a reminder of those memories.

I love my baby sister to the point of distraction. At twenty she is going into junior year in college this fall, and she is still unjaded by life and how it can suck, even though ours has at times. She is intelligent, bubbly, and stunningly beautiful. I used to make fun of her as a kid because she is my polar opposite in appearance. I’m six feet even and tip the scales at close to 190; Debbie is 4’10” tall and might weigh one hundred pounds if she was fully dressed and wearing steel-toed boots. She is a blonde with blue eyes and I’ve got brown hair and hazel eyes. Her physical attributes are what sets her apart though her measurements are 34C-26-32 combine that with her smile and her good looks and she could stop traffic wearing a potato sack.

I thought there was going to be a problem with my vacation request when my supervisor called me into the trailer but surprisingly he was all for it. His exact words were, “It’s about damn time you took a few days. With all you’ve been through, I’m surprised you haven’t snapped. Go, enjoy, we can handle it for a week without you. Take Friday too, I’ll clear it with the big wigs.” So, the first Friday in June found me and Debbie at the marina getting the boat ready to go out.

I got the engines running and unplugged us from shore power then got the generator going. Debbie worked the lines and got us untied from the slip and we were off. I eased us out around the docks and past the No Wake Zone sign and then opened the throttles up a little to bring us up on plane.

“I’m going below to finish putting away the groceries.” Debbie said with a huge smile on her face. “Do you want a drink or anything?”

“A can of Coke would be nice.” I said.

“With or without Jack Daniels?”

“It’s ten o’clock in the morning kid!”

“Okay, with or without Jack, bacon and eggs?” she said laughing at me.

“Without. I don’t drink and drive.”

“Okay. I’ll be back up in a few.” and she headed below deck.

We were on Chickamauga Lake just north of Chattanooga, so I got us out into the channel of the Tennessee River and pointed the bow south toward Alabama. This stretch of the Tennessee is beautiful any time of the year but today is was perfect. The water was flat, there was just a hint of a breeze in the air and the view of Signal Mountain was clear. Rounding Moccasin Bend I had a ski boat cross our wake and the poor guy on the tube must have cleared six feet of air before he tumbled into the water at about forty miles per hour.

Debbie popped her head back up and sat my drink in a cupholder on the dash and then disappeared again before I could say thanks. A few minutes later she reappeared wearing shorts and a bikini top. I took a sip of my drink and then çankaya escort complimented her appearance. Baby sister or not, she looked amazing and I didn’t hesitate to tell her.

“Aww, thank you, but you’re just saying that because you get to stare at my boobs all day.” she laughed.

“Nope. You really do look good kid. Staring at your boobs is just a pleasant side effect.” I said grinning at her.

“Perv!” she exclaimed slapping my arm.

“Tease.”

“Miscreant.”

“Juvenile delinquent.”

“I’m not juvenile! I’m twenty and only just a little short of twenty-one.” she pouted.

“Sis you’ve been a little short all your life.” I said, knowing what was coming next.

At the same time, we both said it. “Ass!” and she stormed out to the cockpit to catch some sun.

An hour or so later and we came to the first of the dams we would lock through, Chickamauga. I contacted the Lock Master and found out that we only had a 15 minute wait time to get into the lock which meant we had timed it just right. Debbi got the lines ready and we sat there talking about the run we would make from the dam down to the marina we were staying at tonight. I had opted to open the boat up because this stretch of the Tennessee has a strong current and is very narrow and I didn’t want to risk being on it after dark. Debbie agreed with me so after we got past the lock and on to Lake Nickajack, we opened it up to about 35 knots and kept going.

“Mike?” Debbie started.

“Yes?”

“When’s the last time you had sex?”

When she asked me that I was in the process of taking a drink of my Coke. She is constantly doing things like this to me and has since we were kids. I honestly believe sometimes that there is a website out there with videos on it of all the times she has pranked me. If so, this one would have gone viral in an instant. I had Coke coming out of my nose and was gasping for air, I couldn’t see because the tears in my eyes and I was coughing and choking.

“Geeze brother, relax! It’s a simple question.” she deadpanned. “When was the last time you got laid?”

“Debbie!”

“When?”

“It’s, um, it’s been a while, okay? Jesus! What kind of question is that anyway?”

“A normal one.” She said smiling up at me.

“Normal for who?”

“Anyone. It’s been a while for me too. Like, three weeks, so I just thought I’d ask.” she said.

“Three whole weeks huh?” I said, thinking sadly about my nine month dry spell.

“Yep, want me to tell you about it?”

“Debbie!”

“What?”

“No!”

“Really?” she asked with an impish grin.

“Yes!”

“So, you don’t want me to tell you about the blowjob I gave him?”

“Debbie. Don’t. No!”

“I guess you don’t want to hear that he put it in my butt either huh?”

“Jesus! Have you been drinking?” I asked her.

“You don’t want to hear about that?”

“NO!”

“Then stop with the fucking short jokes.” she demanded.

“Deal! Deal! No mas! I’m done with short jokes!” I said forcefully and waving my arms around like a maniac.

“Good, I’m going out back to get some more sun, but there is one last thing I’m going to say.”

“What is that?” I asked.

“When he put it in my ass? I loved it.” she said smiling up at me, then she winked and walked out back to the sun pad.

“What the fuck just happened?” I asked myself aloud after she was gone.

Like I said, this portion of the river can be dangerous if you don’t keep your full attention on what you are doing. Taking a boat that weighs 6.5 tons and hurling it downstream at 35 knots requires your attention on a good day and from the looks of the radar and clouds forming up ahead today was about to become a not so good day. I glanced back to see if Debbie had noticed the clouds yet and my eyes bugged out. She was laying on her back on the sun pad. She had removed her shorts and had her bikini bottoms on, but she was topless!

Four thoughts went through my mind in quick order. What the fuck IS going on here? What is she trying to do? Damn her tits really are spectacular. Dude! That’s your sister!

I jerked my head back around when I heard a horn sounding and saw that I had drifted into the path of a bass boat. I jerked the wheel to starboard and brought the boat back to our side of the channel. The quick course correction grabbed Debbie’s attention and she came inside to see what was going on.

“Are you trying to kill us?” she asked.

“Um,” I sputtered.

“What?” she demanded.

“Are you going to put a top on?”

“No. I hate tan lines.”

“Debbie!”

“What?”

“I’m your brother.”

“And?”

“I shouldn’t be looking at your,”

“My what? My Boobs? Hooters? Jugs? Melons? Tits?”

“Damn it!”

“Dad never raised a stink like this last year.”

“WHAT?”

“Dad didn’t mind, why are you being such a prick?”

“SAY WHAT?”

“I said.”

“I heard you!”

“Besides, you’ve seen them before.”

“On accident.” I replied

“Either escort çankaya way, you’ve seen them. I hate tan lines, I’m getting a tan, they are mine to show as I please and I’m going back out.”

“Debbie?”

“What?”

“Dad let you run around topless huh?” I asked not really believing her.

“Yes. Me and Kristi too, she doesn’t like tan lines either.” she said with her hands on her hips.

“Kristi too?”

“Yep, if you hadn’t been so mesmerized by Super Slut and had come out with us more often last year you would have been amazed at the number of times you could have had 34C and 36D boobs in your face. Now if you will excuse me,”

It started to rain.

“Well shit!” Debbie exclaimed, then she walked outside to grab her clothes.

I flipped on the wipers and turned on the de-fogger because it was really coming down. Re-entering the cabin Debbie shook out her hair then walked below deck, all the while topless, to hang her clothes up to dry out. She came back up with a white tank top and shorts on and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“To answer your questions, yes, honestly Dad let us go topless. He didn’t mind, I think he really enjoyed it when Kristi was here because hers are so much bigger than mine, but unless it was cold out, I rarely wore a top when we were in the channel. I’d toss on a tee shirt when we hit a dock for fuel or when we locked through a damn and a night, but other than that, I was topless.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? That’s it? Just okay?” she said looking at me.

“What do you want me to do? Ask for pictures so you can prove it?”

“Hang on.” and she popped below deck again.

“Here, look. Just flip through the next ten pics or so, but there are hundreds like those in there.” she said, handing me her phone. I glanced down at the screen.

“You drive for a minute.”

She laughed at me and said “What’s wrong Mike? Can’t you ogle your sister’s boobs and drive a boat at the same time?”

I was looking at a picture of my dad and Kristi standing side by side at the galley and she was topless. The next picture was a selfie taken from the bow of the boat Kristi and Debbie, both smiling and topless, with Dad behind the wheel at the helm. The next picture was one showing some guy that I had never met standing behind Kristi with his arms around her, she was, again, topless. “Who’s the guy?” I asked and showed her the picture.

“Oh! That’s Jared, her boyfriend.” she explained. “So, do you believe me now?”

“Well, the evidence seems to confirm your story, or you’ve got some serious photoshop skills.”

“No skills, just a nice rack.” She said smiling and thrusting her chest out. “Look, if it upsets you that much, I’ll stop while you’re on the boat but honestly Mike, it doesn’t bother me at all to walk around in front of you like this. I’d be completely nude if I thought you wouldn’t dive overboard and swim to shore, but only because I’m not sure how to dock this beast by myself.”

“Nude!” I exclaimed.

“I told you I hate tan lines. What part didn’t you get?”

“So, where is Kristi now?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Why, do you want to see her twins in person?”

“No smartass, I was just asking.” I said.

“She is in Utah with her parents. She had to drop out of school last semester because her mother got sick and she had to go help with her.” Debbie replied with a sad look on her face.

“Damn. That’s too bad. Is she coming back?”

“I don’t know yet. Her mom is still kinda sick, so it may be another year or so.”

“Keep driving, I have to hit the head.”

“Uh huh.” she laughed and started making an up and down motion with her wrist.

“Seriously, I’ve really got to pee.”

I did what I needed to in the head and walked back upstairs. Debbie was looking at me with a grin on her face.

“That was fast.” She said smiling.

“I really had to pee. Jesus! What has gotten into you?” I asked becoming more confused by the moment.

“Nothing in the last three weeks. Weren’t you listening earlier?”

I gave up!

It was still pouring outside, and we were coming up on the marina that we were staying at for the night. I eased back on the throttles as we pulled out of the channel and into the cove the dock was located in. Then I dropped us back to Idle and we puttered in to the gas dock. Debbie ran out to get the bumpers over the side and stayed out to tie us off at the dock. She was drenched when she came back in, but she was laughing.

“Those poor dock boys are going to be talking about today until next season.” She said as she stood there dripping water onto the floor.

“Why is that?” I asked turning around. “Oh, never mind, yeah they will.”

Debbie hadn’t bothered to put her bikini top on under her tank top, so she had basically given the guys at the fuel dock their very own wet tee shirt contest. From the looks of things, the rain was cold because her nipples were standing out like pencil erasers and the top was clinging to her çankaya escort bayan like a second skin. She looked down and then laughing said, “Well, I guess we don’t have to tip them now.”

“Most likely not.” I replied smiling at her. “You look like a drowned rat!”

“I’m going down to dry off and change. Are we eating at the restaurant tonight or do you want me to whip something up onboard?”

“Onboard I think. I don’t feel much like going out tonight.”

“Okay.”

Debbie came back dressed in a polo shirt and shorts, but I could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything under it because of the jiggle and sway of her breasts when she walked and the way her nipples poking up in the material. She sat down as we waited for the rain to pass so we could get fuel and get to the visitor’s dock; after a minute she shivered.

“Are you cold?” I asked.

“A little, that rain sure was, I’ll tell you that!”

“Come here.”

She stood up and walked over to the helm seat and crawled up beside me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her for a few minutes.

“Better?” I asked after she seemed to relax a little.

“Much, thank you, you’re really warm.” She said softly.

“Anytime, Sis.” I said kissing the top of her head.

“If I promise not to shock you anymore today can we talk more about this all later tonight?” she asked quietly, “There’s a lot you should know, and I want to clear the air between us as soon as possible.”

“Sure, and I don’t care if you do shock me. You’re my sister and I love you.”

“Don’t pass judgment too fast big brother, I’ve got some secrets that would floor you.”

I remember thinking that two could play at this and then said, “Nope. You’re my sister, I don’t care if you fuck hobos to get beer money, there’s nothing you can say that will change the fact that I love you.”

“Have you been following me?” she asked laughing, then she kissed me on the cheek and jumped off the seat heading outside to the fuel dock. It had stopped raining and I hadn’t noticed it.

Two hundred and forty dollars later and we untied from the fuel dock and headed toward our slip. I backed the boat in and after I got us plugged into shore power, connected the cable for the TV and got the dock-side water connected I shut the engines and generator down for the night.

Debbie sat there watching my every move like a hawk. And then said, “You know Mike, I’m really impressed. You make operating this thing look so easy. Dad would have cussed a blue streak in the air by now.”

“Do you remember the four years right after high school when I was gone for so long and wore that funny blue outfit? The one with the button fly bell bottoms and the funny white hat? That meant that I was in the Navy. I drove a big landing craft to take the Marines onshore, so they could get shot at and do other stupid things.”

“Mmmm, Marines!” Debbie grabbed the front of her seat with both hands, closed her eyes and threw her head back, “I love Marines! Their Dress Blues do things to a girl. Yours made you look like Pop-Eye, but theirs do things.”

“Smartass!” I said glaring at her.

She laughed. “Jealous?”

“Not at all Sis. If you want to toss your panties at knuckle draggers and crayon eaters go right ahead.”

“If I was on a date with a Marine, I wouldn’t be wearing panties to toss at him. So there Pop-Eye!”

“You win.”

“I always do Mike. Write that down somewhere so you don’t forget it.” she said looking me straight in the eyes.

Damn! When did she grow up?

She started dinner shortly after that and I started drinking shortly after she started dinner. She outdid herself with a salad, sautéed squash, steaks that were grilled to perfection and loaded baked potatoes. I was the one that was impressed now; the girl has some serious skills in the kitchen! Some guy is going to get the complete package with her. Beauty, brains and serious sammich making skills. Who could ask for more?

“That was awesome,” I said as I pushed my plate back from the edge of the table. “As soon as I can move, I’ll do the dishes.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I like it when my man is happy.” she said grinning at me. “Since I have nothing to do, I’m going to watch TV now.”

“Besides, you couldn’t reach the top cabinets anyway.” I said smiling and getting up from the table.

She stopped in her tracks and turned gawking at me. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“Oh shit! Debbie, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, I know I promised no more short jokes. Seriously! I’m truly sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” she said smiling at me and setting down to an episode of Pawn Stars.

I was just clearing the last plate from the table when I heard, “Hey Mike?”

“Yeah.” I said looking over my shoulder at her.

“When I gave him that blowjob, I swallowed everything he gave me.” Laughing at the shocked look on my face, she turned her attention back to the TV.

I just sort of hung my head and whispered “Fuck.” She wasn’t joking around; no more short jokes.

After about thirty minutes she stood up stretched and walked downstairs, when she came back up she was wearing an oversized tee-shirt with an Aerosmith logo on the front. I was standing at the wet bar making myself another drink when I saw her. She really did look adorable.

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