Dalton pointed behind me. “Take the tiller and steer us out of here when I get the sail out.”
I looked behind me and had no idea what he was referring to. What the fuck was a tiller anyways?
Dalton could see I was struggling. “See that long wooden stick? That controls the rudder. Swing it from side to side and it will change the boat's direction.”
I sat down on the floor and grabbed the long wooden pole. Dalton released the sail and the wind caught it. I could feel the boat lurch forward in the water.
“Okay now steer us out of the harbor and watch out for any boats.”
I nodded and turned the tiller to me and the boat began to move to the right. It was too much and I had to compensate to make the boat go straight again. “I don't know if I can do this,” I said.
“Don't worry, Brendon, you're doing great. Just keep her steady. We're almost out of the harbor.”
I did my best to keep the tiller straight but a large yacht was coming into the harbor. “What do I do?” I asked Dalton.
“Stay calm. Turn the boat to the right just a little bit. Let us drift for a minute and then straighten her out.”
I did as I was told and made the boat go right. When it looked like we were out of harm's way, I straightened the boat out and we sailed out of the harbor.
“I couldn't do it any better myself,” Dalton said.
“Thanks. Things got a little hairy there for a second.”
“Well the open sea is a lot easier when there isn't any traffic to worry about.”
Chapter Six
The sea breeze hit me in the face and smelled amazing. The air was so fresh. I took in a couple deep breaths to take advantage of it. The sun was perfectly overhead and not too hot.
“It's so nice out here,” I said. “I can see now why you would want to sail away for eight months.”
“Would you like a tour below deck?”
“You mean there's more to see?” I replied.
“What did you think, I slept outside the entire time?”
I shrugged. I'd never been on a boat before and I didn't think a small one like this had anywhere else to go.
Dalton took my hand and lifted me up. I lost my footing and fell into his arms. “Don't worry, I got ya.”
My fingers clenched his biceps and they were hard as rocks. “Sorry. I thought I was going to fall for a second.”
“Just be careful. The surface can get really slick. Whenever you walk around, make sure you hold onto some ropes.”
“Got it. What about driving? Who's going to steer the ship while were down below?”
“Look around. Do you see anything for miles?”
I couldn't even see the harbor and boats anymore. We really were in open water. “I didn't know we were so far out.”
“The chances of another boat hitting us is very small. Plus they can always go around us. How else do you think I sleep at night?”
“Good point.”
Dalton took me down a pair of steep wooden steps. “Watch your head.”
I ducked down and entered a small room. There was a little kitchen and a twin-sized bed. “For some reason I imagined you sleeping in a hammock every night.”
“It was tempting to get the full sailor experience but nothing beats sleeping in a nice bed.”
“Amen to that.” I looked at a few empty cans. Most of them were soups or beans. “Is this what you ate while you were out at sea?”
“For the most part but I did a lot of fishing too.”
I looked at the tiny gas burner and one pan. “And you cooked it here?”
“Yep. Nothing like eating fresh fish for every meal.”
“So what did you do to pass the time?”
“When I wasn't fishing to survive, I'd mostly read books.” Dalton pointed to a nightstand next to the bed.
A copy of Count of Monte Cristo with bent corners laid there. I picked it up and examined it. “Looks like you've read it a couple times.”
“Three at least.”
My eyes opened wide. The book was enormous. I don't know if I'd ever read anything close to that long before.
“It's an amazing book. You should try it sometime.”
I nodded and actually thought I would read it since Dalton recommended it to me. It might give me an insight into his mind.
We returned to above deck and I was again amazed at the scenery again. There were just a few wispy white clouds in the sky. “Does this view ever get old?”
Dalton shook his head. “Never.”
We sat around and talked for hours. I told him about my classes at college and he told me about one of the ports in Spain that he docked at for a couple days.
I couldn't believe how mature Dalton was and he was only a couple years older than me. Dalton was way out of my league and that didn't even take in to account that he was also my stepbrother.
I needed to forget about us every getting together. It wasn't going to happen.
“So what do you think about our parents together?” he asked.
I ran my hands through my hair. The sun had heated it up. “What do you mean?”
“Do you think they make a good couple?”
“I'm not sure I'm the best expert on that subject.”
Dalton cocked his head to the side. He obviously wanted me to expand on that.
My face became flushed. “I've never been in a relationship before.”
Dalton's jaw dropped. “Really? Never? I wouldn't have thought that of you.”
“Well the right guy never came around. Anyways I think our parents make each other happy. That would seem to me to be the most important.”
“Well I've had a little more experience than you and I would agree with that.”
The thought of Dalton with another man made me unnaturally jealous.
What the hell was happening to me?
Chapter Seven
As the day wore on, I wondered when Dalton would announce that it was time to go. I didn't want our adventure to end.
Then we'd have to return to the real world and I couldn't face that yet. So I didn't bring up the subject. And either did Dalton.
The sun began to set and we sat together. The wind began to get a little cold and Dalton put his arm around me. I instantly warmed up and nestled into his nook. The sun made the ocean look like a blazing orange fireball.
“It's really remarkable isn't it.”
“It truly is,” I replied.
My stomach audibly grumbled and ruined the perfect moment. I tried to ignore it and hoped to god that Dalton didn't hear me.
“Are you getting hungry?” he asked.
I cringed. That meant he definitely heard me. I couldn't lie because I was getting insanely hungry. I'd only had a piece of toast for breakfast and that was it. But I didn't want to go back yet.
“Do you have anything here to eat?” I asked.
“We can do some fishing. It might take a little bit but you'll love the flavor.”
The thought of killing a poor fish and cooking it was too much for me. “What about something easier. Soup?”
“I still have cans of soup or beans. Chicken noodle work for you?”
I smiled and nodded. The thought of warm soup in my belly got me way too excited. I followed Dalton downstairs and into cabin. I sat down on the bed which was surprisingly comfy. I watched Dalton as he took two cans of soup and heated them over the gas burner.
“I hope you like eating soup straight out of the can.” he said.
“It's better than starving. I'll tell you that.”
We ate our dinner in seconds. Dalton had been crazy hungry too.
When I went back upstairs, I was shocked by the night sky. It was lit up by a million little light bulbs. “I've never seen it like this before.”
Dalton came up behind me with blankets. “We should star gaze for awhile.” He placed one blanket down on the deck and we both lay down next to each other. Dalton gathered me in his arms and put the second blanket o
ver us.
“There's Orion's belt,” he said, pointing at the three stars in the sky.
“It's so beautiful,” I replied.
I wanted to focus on the stars but being so close to Dalton was incredibly distracting. I knew where this night was leading to and I didn't want to stop it.
Even though it was cold out, the heat between us under the blankets was intense. “Why do you feel so good in my arms?” Dalton asked.
I looked up at him and stared into his blue eyes. I had no words. Only a kiss.
Dalton squeezed me closer, bringing me deeper into the kiss. His lips moved like magic against mine. My tongue entered his mouth and played with his. A surge of energy flowed within me and I couldn't keep my hands off him.
My fingers explored his hair, his hard chest, and even further down to his nether regions. It didn't take me long to find his pulsing cock trapped in his tight shorts. I stroked him a couple times until he moaned. He needed to be released.
Dalton kissed my cheek and moved to my neck. His lips grazed my skin and the hair on the back of my neck shot up. He nibbled on me while massaging my ass with his strong hands. My shaft perked up as he touched me.
“How can you make me feel this way?” Dalton asked me.
“I don't know. All I know is that I don't want you to ever stop touching me.”
Everything went to lightning speed when I wanted it to go into slow motion. We hurriedly tore off each others clothes until we were both completely naked underneath the blanket.
“I can't wait any longer, Dalton. Take me now. I need to feel your big cock inside me.”
Dalton didn't wait a second. He mounted me and I bent over for him. He slapped my ass as he entered me with all his being. I moaned at the top of my lungs as he stuffed me to capacity. I never knew it could feel this good.
My ass stretched to accommodate his thrusts. His fingernails raked his back. His hips banged into mine, pushing deeper and deeper.
“You feel so good,” I whispered in his ear. “I'm close.”
My orgasm came fast and hard. My body wasn't prepared for it. The boat seemed to rock below me as my body was wrought with spasms. The stars spun above.
Dalton picked up speed. His face scrunched in concentration. He wouldn't be able to last much longer. His cock slammed into me with every thrust.
“Harder. Harder,” I screamed over and over again. I brought my ass to his hips. “I want you to come inside me.”
Dalton finally found his release and I orgasmed a second time. His warm cum filled me up in spurts.
Nothing felt real anymore. It was like we traveled to a different dimension.
Dalton became flaccid and I didn't want him to leave me. I wanted him inside me the rest of the night.
And I would get my wish more than I could ever know.
Chapter Eight
I was barely able to catch my breath before Dalton became hard inside me and started thrusting again.
My legs and arms were so weak that I could barely keep myself up. I was shocked that Dalton could go again so soon.
“Are you ready for more?” Dalton asked before slapping my ass hard. His slid his cock between my cheeks, getting them slick with his come.
“Yes please,” I replied, wiping the sweat from my brow.
Dalton dug his fingers into my sides as he forced his way into me again.
An infinite amount of orgasms awaited me. I lost track of time and positions. Dalton used my body in a million different ways. I could barely speak or move anymore. My muscles gave out. I was Dalton's tool now.
Sometimes he came inside me while other times he came all over me. My back and ass were plastered in his milky seed. A couple times he came in my mouth while I sucked on his cock. I didn't know a man could go so many times.
And I loved every minute of it.
I collapsed into his arms, our sweat acting like glue to keep us together. It took all my effort to just catch my breath.
“What the hell happened?” Dalton said in exasperation.
“I have no fucking clue,” I replied.
“I've never been like that before...”
“So excited?” I interrupted.
Dalton combed my hair with his fingers, gently rubbing my temples. I wanted to fall asleep right then and there. “Not just excited but able to perform so many times.”
“I just assumed you were some type of superhuman male or something,” I replied with a chuckle.
“It's like I just couldn't get enough of you. Every time I came, I wanted more. The need for you grew.”
The way he was talking was getting me all hot and bothered all over again. There was no way my body could take another ravaging. I put my hand on Dalton's chest. “I think you should stop talking.”
His fingers stopped raking through my hair. “Why? Is something wrong?”
I knew he would get offended. “No it's just that if you talk anymore about how many times you fucked me, we're inevitably going to fuck again. And I think my limbs will fall off if we go even one more time.”
Dalton let out a howling roar and tickled me under my arms. “You better watch out because I might just have my way with you again.”
Dalton was an expert at tickling. The spots just right below my armpits were the worst. I couldn't even scream to tell him to stop.
When he finally released his grip on me, I swung hard and connected my fist with his shoulder. My sissy punch didn't seem to phase him. He just lay there with a big smile on his face.
There was no way I could wipe that off. Not after the night we had.
“Are we going to sleep out here?” I asked.
“Nah we can sleep downstairs. “It's only one in the morning. It's going to get a lot colder out here. Trust me.”
I don't know how he knew the time without checking a clock. “I'm going to need your help getting up because I don't know if I can even walk.”
Dalton got up first and held his head as he swayed back and forth. He needed to grab a rope to steady himself. “Ugh. I think I exerted myself too much.”
“You can say that again,” I replied.
Dalton reached out his hand and helped me up. My legs wobbled and almost gave way but Dalton put his arm around me and held me up.
“You better get me to a bed fast because I'm exhausted.”
–
We slept in until early noon in his tiny twin bed. It was nice and warm being so close to Dalton's naked body the entire night. I could feel his manliness grow against my skin involuntarily during the night. I was way too exhausted to do anything about it.
Dalton was already up and in the “kitchen” preparing something. The room was so small that he was only a foot away from me with a pan on the gas burner. “What smells so good?” I asked, stretching my legs in bed. My muscles screamed out in soreness. This was going to hurt for a long time.
“Beans. The perfect way to start any morning,” Dalton replied, stirring the beans with a wooden spoon.
“Normally I'd say you're batshit crazy but I'm so hungry after all the exercise last night that I would eat anything.”
“That's what I figured.” He winked.
Dalton handed me a bowl of beans while I lay in bed and I devoured them immediately. “Is there anymore?” I handed my bowl back to Dalton.
He hadn't even gotten a chance to take his first bite. “Let me make some more.”
“What are we going to do today?” I asked.
“We'll have to sail back home,” Dalton replied.
Those were the words I dreaded to hear.
Chapter Nine
“Can't we just stay on this boat for the rest of our lives, fucking each other until can't remember our names anymore.”
Dalton laughed and left the next pan of beans cooking. He joined me in bed. “We have to face reality. We have to return to our lives.”
“But you're my stepbrother. Society will never accept us. Our parents will never accept us. If we go back, we'll never be able
to be together.”
I don't know why he didn't see it my way. This was it. Running away was the only option. Didn't he feel the same way that I felt about him? How could he not after the crazy fucking night we just had. How could we ever go back to the real world?
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