The vibrations from the engine and the motion of the speeding boat helped move things along. Within minutes Lisa was on the brink of cumming.
"Oh fuuuck! Yesss!" Lisa screamed. Her juices erupted out in a torrent and covered my face. I eagerly licked up as much of it as I could. She sighed heavily and lay back on my chest, spent. After a minute or two, Lisa's breathing had slowed enough so that she could speak again.
"Oh, brother," she purred, reaching down and running her fingers through my hair. "If I had known you were that good, I'd have seduced you years ago."
"Mmph!" My reply was muffled. My face was now buried under her ass with my nose pressed against her rosebud.
Lisa stood and turned to face me. That's when she saw my swollen cock.
"Oh my," she said, "I think you need some help with that. Here, sit up here."
She arranged me so that I was sitting on the edge of the bunk, with my cock pointing straight up at the low ceiling. I wasn't sure where she'd go from there, but when she turned around and straddled me, I realized that she probably just wasn't comfortable in a face-to-face position with both of us now naked. I was still her brother after all, and we'd spent years growing up and staring at each other across the dinner table.
Suddenly all thoughts of sisterhood and family dinners faded from my thoughts as Lisa reached back, wrapped her fingers around my straining cock, and positioned herself over it. I felt the heat of her sex on the head of my cock, then the moist touch of her labia. I groaned, and she hesitated. Impatient, I bucked my hips upward, trying to get inside of her. She pushed my hips back down and pulled away.
"Not so fast," she chided. "Rub my tits first."
With pleasure, I thought. I reached up and grasped her firm young breasts with both hands. I fingered her nipples, hoping that later I might have a chance to fulfill another childhood fantasy and suck on them. Oh baby. I was ready for some fast action now; I wanted her wet pussy plunging up and down on my cock like a piston. I worked at her nipples, teasing them until they were rock-hard nubbins between my fingers. By now I was going nuts. It felt like my balls were about to burst.
"Oh god, Lisa," I pleaded. "Let me come inside of you. Please?"
Still she held herself above me, just teasing her entrance with the head of my cock. God! There I was knocking on the door to paradise, and this stunningly beautiful, super-hot woman, my sister, who I'd already made cum, wouldn't let me inside. It didn't seem fair.
Poseidon must have heard my pleas. Suddenly the boat hit a wave—probably the wake from another boat—flew up, and then came down with such force that Lisa couldn't hold herself up. She plunged down, impaling herself on my cock. I nearly fainted as the hot wet folds of her cunt completely enveloped my cock.
"Oh god," I groaned. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down until her thighs rested on mine, and my cock was buried in her deepest recesses.
"Ahhh!" she screamed. "O'god!"
I held her there as the boat bounced through a few more waves. Katy must have heard Lisa's screams and guessed at the cause. I felt the boat turn sharply and a minute later we bounced through the wake again.
Lisa had stopped struggling and now sat completely impaled on my cock, gasping for breath. As the boat bounced through the rest of the waves I used my grip on her ass to guide her. She took the clue and used the boat's motion to plunge herself up and down on me. Her juices flowed out onto my lap, and our skin slapped wetly together as we bottomed out of each successive wave.
Then something totally unexpected happened. Katy must have found a particularly steep wake, probably from a passing freighter. The boat pitched up steeply and then caromed off the top of a huge wave. Lisa went weightless for a second. Her pussy slid up until it was completely free of my cock...
Thunk! Lisa's head banged against the low roof of the cabin.
The boat slammed back down, and Lisa – stunned and barely conscious -- came with it. Unfortunately her body had shifted slightly so that my cock was no longer lined up with her pussy. Her little rosebud -- recently tongue-teased open by me, and now slick with our juices --was though.
"Aghhhh!" She screamed.
At first I didn't understand what had happened. I knew I was back inside of her, but it felt like her pussy had grown smaller. A lot smaller. In fact my cock barely fit. It was a delicious feeling. The boat hit another wave and rose up again, but Lisa didn't go with it. That's when I realized my cock had somehow wound up stuck in my sister's tight little ass.
"Ohhhh, baby," I moaned.
The boat crossed the wake a few more times, giving the nearly comatose Lisa the ride of her life. The tight confines of her ass were doing wonders for me. The pressure was building quickly, and this time I knew there'd be no stopping it. I was going to blow my load right up into Lisa's ass whether she wanted it or not. Unfortunately, I mistook her delirious groans as a sign of pleasure. I thought she wanted it.
It happened on the next set of waves. I erupted like a volcano, and blew my entire hot load of cum into Lisa's bowels. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever experienced. She moaned and groaned as her asshole gripped and milked every last drop from me.
The waves finally stopped, and I realized something wasn't right. Lisa had regained consciousness and she was struggling to get off my lap. I helped her up, and as as my cock slid from her ass she screamed. "Owww!" She looked down with a shocked look just as the head plopped free. Cum was running out of her gaping ass. As she watched it dribble down her thighs, and onto my lap she got this horrified expression.
She jumped up, spun around, and slapped me.
"You bastard!" She slapped me again, harder.
"You fucked me in the ass!" She was screaming now, and trying to hit me. I held my arms up to protect my face.
"I'm sorry, Lisa, but the boat—" I stopped. Something was different. The engine had quit again. Someone banged on the hatchway.
"Hey, lovebirds," Katy's voice called, "Rise and shine. We're here!"
"We'll settle this later," Lisa promised. She pulled her panties and shorts back on, then turned and opened the hatchway. Afternoon sunlight poured in, backlighting the heads of both Katy and Miko.
"Wow!" exclaimed Katy. "You look both look like the horse that's been run hard and put away wet."
I looked at Lisa. Her eyes were half-closed against the harsh light, and her naked body glistened with sweat. I must have looked pretty much the same.
"We've reached the bluffs, in case you're interested," said Katy. "You ready for that swim now, Stay-cee?"
"Uh, I guess so," I replied. "But do I have to go nude? What if someone sees me?"
"Relax. There's nobody out here except us girls. See?"
I stuck my head out of the hatch and saw that we were indeed alone on the water, right below the bluff where this had all started. Moreover, Katy and Miko were making the most of the sunshine and solitude; both of them had removed their tops. Miko had smaller breasts than Katy, but there was something about those perky white mounds and finger-sized nipples that I found incredibly sexy. Still, I didn't feel like skinny-dipping.
"Oh quit your whining." Miko threw her pink panties in my face. "Here! You can use these again. You already ruined them anyway."
"Thanks," I replied sheepishly.
As ducked back inside the cabin I saw that Lisa had already slipped back into her suit. She gave me a sisterly peck on the cheek as she brushed past and went topside.
"Thanks, Stacy." She whispered in my ear. "That was perfectly lovely."
I pulled the skimpy panties on and tried to adjust them to hide my cock, but it was pretty much a lost cause. My worst fears were confirmed as I stepped out onto the boat deck and saw the looks all three women gave me. They didn't even try to hide their amusement over my sorry state of dress. Oh well, I thought, at least from a distance the panties might look like swimming trunks. I glanced down at my flaccid cock, clearly visible through the sheer material, and decided it would have to be a great distance.
The bottom dropped away steeply here, allowing Katy to maneuver the boat in close. It looked like I'd only have to swim about fifty or sixty feet to reach the base of the bluff. It was a calm day, with no wave action, so I shouldn't have any trouble negotiating my way onto the rocks where my clothes had fallen.
Lisa lowered a small swim ladder over the stern and I climbed down. The water was frigid of course, but there was nothing to be done about it. The best way to handle it is quickly, and that's what I did.
Splash! It was like jumping into an iced cocktail. Within seconds I was halfway to shore, pumping like hell as numbness began to set in. I reached some low rocks and pulled myself out so fast that I nearly lost my panties. As I reached down to pull them up I heard applause and laughter coming from the boat.
"Do you see it?" Lisa shouted.
"Not yet!" There was no sign of the clothes-bundle.
"Try behind those rocks, over to your left." Lisa pointed to a jumble of boulders higher than my head.
I scrambled around behind them to look, but there was nothing. Moments later, I heard the boat engine rev up. I crawled back out just in time to see the boat speed away with Lisa at the wheel. Katy and Miko stood at the stern waving and flashing their beautiful breasts at me. Lisa – with one hand on the wheel -- raised her other arm and flipped me a one-finger salute. She didn't even look back. Then the boat disappeared around the point. I was alone.
I couldn't believe my own sister had abandoned me. After a few minutes of frantic searching I concluded the tide must have carried away my bundle of clothes. I stood on a boulder, cold, wet, and clad only in Miko's sheer, wet panties—they were mine now I supposed—wondering what else could possibly go wrong with my "Spring Getaway" to the islands.
The steep cliff loomed above me; there was no way I could climb that. To my left and right, the rocks fell away into the water, leaving no access either way via foot. The only trail up from the water that I knew of on this end of the island lay on the other side of Turn Point. I would have to swim to get there.
The afternoon sun was getting lower, but at least this side of the point faced west. When I got around the point I'd be cold and exhausted from the swim, and completely in the shade. I'd have to hustle to get back on top and catch enough sun to dry off. Then it would be long, cold, walk in the twilight to get back to Reid Harbor. Then what? I still had no boat keys. I couldn't even get at my extra clothing, stored in the cuddy-cabin. Had I left my jacket out, or locked it up too?
A cloud passed over the sun, and I immediately felt the chill. I had to move now. Shit. I waded out and plunged into the water. It hit me like an electric shock, but I plunged ahead. I was a strong swimmer, and figured I could make it around the point easily—if hypothermia didn't get me first. I hadn't counted on the current.
Several minutes later I was directly off the point, but I had come to a standstill. The tide was running out now, and no matter how hard I swam I couldn't fight the current. I moved in closer to the point, but since there was no bottom there, the going was even worse. Vicious eddies and whirlpools threatened to pull me under, and at one point I was banged against a rock. If I kept this up I'd kill myself. I had to go back.
A few minutes later, exhausted and freezing, I dragged myself up onto the same boulder I had started from. The sun dipped behind a bank of clouds over Vancouver Island and the temperature dropped noticeably. I was in serious trouble. My bitch of a sister had gone too far this time. And for what? Fucking her in the ass? Hey, it was an accident, get over it.
As I laid there -- my body slipping rapidly into hypothermia -- I thought about how to get even, if I ever got out of this alive. Cut their mooring lines at night? Put sugar in their fuel tanks? Both, yeah. When they discover they're drifting and try to start the engines, nothing. Then I thought of the shore-boat, and how warm I had been inside the little cabin with the women. Miko's spanking had warmed my ass. Then Katy warmed my face with her pussy. And then my sister, with her tight ass wrapped around my cock. It was so hot. I felt warm all over as I drifted into dreamland.
* * *
The engine noise was faint at first; I thought it was part of my dream. Then it got louder, and someone shouted, "Hey! You there! Are you alive?!"
I was annoyed at the interruption, but I didn't have the energy or desire to lift my head and see who it was. I just wanted to go back to sleep.
"Hey you!" the voice insisted, "Need a lift?"
The voice was closer now. I tried to ignore it. Something hit my chest. I opened my eyes and saw a loop of rope lying across me.
I lifted my head. The rope led out to a small boat, idling just beyond the rocks. It was a beat-up aluminum work scow with an equally battered outboard. A man stood next to the engine, holding up the other end of the rope. He wore typical fisherman's gear: rainproof bib overalls and a flannel work shirt. His grimy baseball cap was pulled down low, and in the fading light I couldn't see his face.
"Grab hold," he shouted, "I'll haul you over."
His voice was high-pitched for a man, and I detected the gravelly rasp of a smoker. He waved the rope at me again.
"Put your head and arms through the loop!"
My mind was barely functioning at that point but somehow I managed to prop myself up enough to slip the rope over my head and under my armpits. Now what? I sat dumbly, waiting for more instructions.
"Jump!" the man shouted.
I looked at him like he was crazy. That goddamned water had almost killed me once. No way I was going back in there. I'd rather—
Va-room! The boat's engine revved up, the rope tightened around me. With a violent tug, I was yanked from my perch.
Splash! I tried to scream, and got a mouthful of icy saltwater for my efforts.
Coughing and gasping, I was dragged out beyond the rocks into deep water. The boat slowed and circled back toward me. As it got close, the man killed the engine and leaned over the side. I grasped his outstretched hands; they were surprisingly small, but strong. He pulled me up and tossed me into the bottom of the boat. I felt like a fish.
"Boy, aren't you a sight!" He grinned down at me, thoroughly amused.
I was suddenly aware that my panties had slid down as he'd pulled me into the boat. My ass was half exposed, but the cold water had made my genitals shrink until they were just a small lump under the sheer panties. I pulled them back up and covered my crotch with my hands.
"S-sorry," I said, teeth chattering. Why was I apologizing?
"Quite all right" he replied. "Can't say that I've ever seen mermaid out here."
"It's a long story."
"I'll bet." He laughed and pushed his cap back. Soft auburn bangs spilled out over his brow, giving him a boyish, almost feminine look. It was difficult to judge his age but I guessed that he couldn't have been much over thirty. "You must have really pissed somebody off for 'em to leave you out here like that."
"Y-yeah." I couldn't stop shaking. I had snapped out of my hypothermic delirium as soon as I hit the water. But now that the adrenaline rush was wearing off I was colder than ever. I looked around the boat to see if there was a blanket or coat of something, but I saw were some shrimp traps, floats, and a lot of rope. He saw me looking around.
"There's a pint of scotch under the seat, if that's what you're looking for." He pointed down where I was sitting. "You look like you could use a few pulls."
"T-thanks." I pulled out the bottle and fumbled the cap off and took a sip. It burned going down, but left a nice warm feeling inside.
"Good stuff, eh?" he stuck out his hand. 'Name's Alex."
"Stan." I shook his hand. It was surprisingly small and smoother than I expected for a fisherman. Alex watched my face carefully.
"Say, uh, you aren't queer, are you?" He almost sounded hopeful. I didn't like the way he was looking at me either.
"Oh hell no," I replied in my best impression of a redneck drawl.
He looked doubtful. "Then what's with the panties and ribbons?"
Oh damn! I had completely forgotten. I quickly reached up and yanked the pink hair ribbons, and tossed them over the side. I tried to look nonchalant as I shook the twin ponytails out of hair. Jeez. I needed to set things straight in a hurry. I'd never had my ass-reamed, and I wasn't in any mood to start.
"I ran into some broads and they all wanted me to screw them."
"Little more than you could handle, eh?"
"Nah, I had it under control until I nailed one in the ass. She freaked out."
"Oh?" The fisherman gave me an odd look, which I mistook for amusement. "She didn't like that?
"Hell no," She squealed like a pig."
"So you enjoyed it," he asked with an even smile.
"Yeah," I bragged. "Pumped my load into her ass while she tried to throw me. It was better than a rodeo." Actually, I'd never even seen a real rodeo, but I figured this clown probably had.
"Really." He had stopped smiling, and his voice had taken on a flat tone that chilled me even more, as if that were possible.
"C-can you get me back to Reid Harbor?" I asked. "I have a b-boat—"
"Forget it. You'll be in hypothermic shock before we get there. My place is closer." His gruff response left no room for argument, so I just nodded.
Alex cranked the engine, it caught on the first pull, and we sped off toward Turn Point. The wind over the bow was bitterly cold against my wet skin. I lay down as low as I could get, but it didn't help much in the open boat.
I wasn't happy about the prospect of spending more time with this guy, but he was probably right about the hypothermia. I also remembered that there was no way I could get at my spare clothes and gear without a key, and that was gone thanks to my bitch sister. Right now, the thought of a warm stove sounded pretty damned good.
Alex saw me shaking and took pity. He stopped the boat, loosened his coverall straps, and started unbuttoning his insulated workshirt.
"No coat," he said, "but you can borrow this for now."
He had his back to me as he pulled the shirt off, and I noticed he wasn't wearing an undershirt. He tossed it back without turning around. It landed on my head, blinding me. By the time I removed it Alex had already pulled up his coverall bib and re-hooked the straps. He smiled at me and flexed his bare bicep like a muscleman. I saw a tuft of dark hair under his arm, but other than that his body was unusually smooth and hairless.
"Thanks." I gratefully slid my arms into the shirt and pulled it around me. The satiny lining was still warm, and it felt wonderful against my chilled skin. I had expected it to smell like fish or sweat, but instead all I could detect was a faint scent of lavender. It reminded me of the soap my sister used.
The boat started up and soon we were bouncing along the waves again. Alex sat sideways on the rear seat in order to steer with the motor. He was looking out over the bow, and I was looking at him, when a gust of wind caught the front of his coveralls, and I got a glimpse of something I didn't expect. Alex had breasts.
The billowing bib flapped back into place a second later, but there was no denying that what I'd seen: a small, firm, tit with a nice fat nipple, stiffened by the cool breeze. Oh shit, I thought, Alex was a girl. I tried to recall exactly what I'd said to her about my encounter with the other girls earlier. Did I really say "squealed like a pig?"