Everyone was there except for Misty.
“Have you seen Misty this morning?” Sam asked Sammy Jr. Sam knew he kept tabs on his baby sister pretty much all the time.
“No, I haven't. I knocked on her door this morning before coming down for breakfast. When there was no answer, I peeked in and her bed was made,” Sammy Jr. said. “Maybe she went for a walk on the beach to clear her head and lost track of time. You know how stressful these meetings can be.”
“Yep. And me being around Destiny seems to have her wound up tighter than ever,” Sam chuckled. “Why don't you go ahead with your presentation Sammy?”
“Sure,” Sam said and then turned to Destiny. “Could you hand these packets out?”
Destiny took the packets and walked around the massive table neatly placing a packet in front of each participant. When she was half way around the table, the big double doors swung open and a disheveled looking Misty staggered in walking bowlegged.
“Sorry I'm late,” Misty said. “I was up late last night toying with the idea of a new design of our oil pumping system.”
“What did you come up with?” Sam asked before Misty could sit down.
“Well actually, I need a couple more days and or nights to complete my analysis, but I think the pistoning system need longer rods to produce more powerful strokes...” Misty paused to catch her breath. “To provide for more rapid and complete extraction of the oil from our deep wells.”
There was a smile on Misty's face that would not go away.
Four hours after the meeting began, it wrapped up. Sammy Jr. took the energy guys out on the yacht. Their plans were to cruise to Nassau, do a little shopping, and return later that evening.
“You don't want to go?” Sammy Jr. was baffled. “We're going shopping! What is wrong with you?”
“I just want to stay here and rest. I was up most of the night,” she said as she glanced at Sam and Destiny.
“You don't have to have my approval anymore to stay up late young lady,” Sam chuckled.
“Alright dad. We're off,” Sammy Jr. said turning to walk down the path to the dock. “See you this evening.”
Destiny turned to Sam and put her hands on his chest.
“What plans did you have for the rest of the day?” Destiny smiled up at Sam as she spoke.
“How about a little sailing lesson?”
“I would love it!” Destiny said.
“But are you sure we should leave Misty here?... Alone?” Destiny was genuinely concerned for Misty's safety.
“She will not be alone,” Sam said nodding his head in the direction of the grounds-keeper’s quarters. “Joshua's here.”
Destiny laughed.
“Now go put on your swimsuit while I go to the kitchen and have some sandwiches prepared and grab a couple bottles of wine,” Sam said as he smacked Destiny's butt.
“A couple of bottles?” Destiny said her eyes smiling. “Do you plan on getting me drunk and taking advantage of me?”
“Maybe. Probably. Absolutely!” Sam laughed. “Now don't forget the sunblock.”
“Aye aye Captain,” Destiny said as she saluted Sam and then leaned in for a quick kiss.
***
As the two pulled away from the dock and Sam raised the mainsail, Destiny said, “Do you think Misty stayed behind to rest or to see Joshua?”
I don't think anything,”Sam said. “I know she stayed back to see Joshua.”
“How do you know that?” Destiny truly wondered.
“The answer is simple.” Sam pulled Destiny to him and kissed her passionately. “Once you go black, you never go back!”
Destiny boss was amazing.
“And once you go white, you won't put up a fight,” she said.
“A fight?” Sam asked.
“A fight against the feeling,” Destiny said.
Then she reached down and pulled Sam's massive cock out of his trunks and dropped to her knees.
As the main sheet filled with the ocean breeze, Destiny looked at the sandy beach of the island. Misty was riding Joshua's big black cock.
Destiny gave a thumb's up in Misty's direction and then she took Sam's big white cock in her mouth. It was salty tasting and she loved it and the man it belonged to!
The Billionaire Stepbrother’s Love/Lust
By Joanna Jacobs
"You look fabulous!" Shaniqua said to her mom Rochelle. "Now let me get a closer look at that rock."
Shaniqua had just arrived from Los Angeles in the Big Apple and hadn't seen her mom in six months.
Rochelle held out her left hand spreading her long thin fingers to show off the 10 carat marquee cut colorless diamond that her boyfriend, Donald, had given her after Rochelle moved into the billionaire stockbroker's Manhattan penthouse with him. The stone shone brilliantly against the milk chocolate colored skin of Rochelle's French manicured hand.
"Oh God, I love him so much," Rochelle said reaching out and taking her daughter's hand. "Let me show you the place."
As they walked into the massive living room Shaniqua said, "I remember you telling dad the same thing... Holy shit mom!" Shaniqua looked through the floor to ceiling windows of the almost 5,000 square foot East Village condo.
"Don't bring up your father while you're here, that chitlin and grits eatin' no count mother..."
Shaniqua put her hand up to her momma's mouth.
"I get it," Shaniqua said grinning. "Now show me my bedroom."
Shaniqua settled in to her new surroundings, and as she sprawled out on her king size bed with 1,550 thread count sheets, all she could think about was shopping - Gucci, Prada, Armani.
"Don't unpack," Rochelle said as she hurried into the bedroom where Shaniqua was dreaming about her very rich and soon-to-be step-dad and the money he would spend spoiling his new daughter.
"Oh momma. Don't be teasing me now. Is big daddy Donald taking me and spending some of that green money on me for all new clothes to fit into his otherwise all white life?" Shaniqua had always had a sarcastic mouth.
"No. Better than that. We're going to the Hamptons for the summer. Big daddy Donald, as you called him, just called and said were leaving this afternoon."
"So what, he's got like another house in the Hamptons?"
"Yes. And one in Costa Rica. And another in London. Oh, and I almost forgot about his beachfront condo on Maui." Rochelle chuckled.
"You're kidding right?" Shaniqua said looking bewildered. "Is there anything else I should know?"
"Yeah. His house in the Hamptons, our house, is right next door to Jay-Z's."
Shaniqua's jaw dropped. "No way! Really?"
Rochelle nodded as a big smile spread over Shaniqua's face.
"Oh. There is one more thing . I guess you should know. Big daddy Donald has a son."
***
"Soooo... When do I meet my soon to be brother?" Shaniqua said into the headset as she looked out the window of the Cessna 208 as the eight passenger amphibian plane lifted off the East River and banked it's wing to the right as it began a wide turn over the Hudson River at the start of the quick 45 minute flight.
Donald was sitting next to Rochelle holding her hand. Rochelle's eyes were closed.
"Mom?"
"She's scared of flying," Donald said as he patted Rochelle's hand.
"I'm sure she'll get used to it," Shaniqua smirked.
Donald looked it Shaniqua, smiled, and said, "Let's hope so."
Rochelle squeezed Donald's hand. "I heard that."
"Ryan is coming up next week, a week before the wedding. I'm sure the two of you hit it off. I've asked him to take you sailing." Donald spoke with enthusiasm. "Ryan's a great sailor. You know he was captain of the Harvard sailing team."
Shaniqua laughed out loud. "You don't say?"
"What's so funny?" Donald barked into the headset.
"Calm down honey. Shaniqua probably thought Ryan was like 10 or 11. Right dear?" Rochelle looked at her daughter with eyes that said don't blow this!
&
nbsp; "No actually, I thought of that guy on the Harvard Sailing Team, you know, the comedy sketch group. The good looking hunk that said 'I find plates to be oppressing. I just don't need some inanimate disk telling me the Alpha and Omega of my earth bounty'. He is definitely hot!"
There was silence for a few minutes as the plane experienced some turbulence.
Shaniqua broke the silence. "Tell me more about my step-brother-to-be. How old is he?
"He just turned twenty-five," Donald said with a little more relaxed tone. "As I was saying. He's quite the sailor. Not much of a risk taker which makes him an excellent Captain."
Not much of a risk taker? Shaniqua thought, then smiled. Hmmm. Glad he's destined to be my step-brother and not my boyfriend.
***
Shaniqua out of bed and sighed. Standing up, she walked to the mirror and took a good look at herself. Horrible, she thought.. Some strands of her long brown hair were at weird angles, and some were clinging to her. Drool was crusted from the corner of her mouth down to her chin.
With her big brown eyes half-open, she looked at her body and noticed a bit of a sunburn on her arms. "Maybe I should stay inside today," she said out loud to herself. A week at the beach and pool side has left me almost as black as Mama. Besides, I should rest today since my step-brother arrives this evening, Shaniqua thought. There's bound to be lots of hoopla.
As Shaniqua stepped out of her room to go downstairs for coffee, Ryan stepped out of the bathroom.
In a towel.
She gasped. Ryan's well sculpted body was glistening and wet, and so was his hair.
"Oh hey. You must be Shaniqua," he said.
Shaniqua was speechless. Her eyes glued to this half-naked man standing in front of her.
"Ryan?" she finally managed to spit out as she pointed her finger at him.
"That's me," Ryan said as he held his towel with one hand and reached out his other to Shaniqua.
"Oh my God. I thought you weren't coming in until this afternoon," she said quickly shaking his hand.
"Yeah. I was supposed to. Dad had arranged a flight for me today, but I decided to make the drive last night," Ryan said stealing a glance Shaniqua's nipples that were poking through her thin cotton pajamas.
"How long did it take you to get here," Shaniqua said wanting more time to admire Ryan's incredible hard body.
"Four and a half hours. I got in about two forty five this morning."
"Gee. It only took us forty five minutes by air."
"Yeah. I know. But I don't do air. I'm a land and water guy. Not that much of a risk taker. Besides, This gives me an extra day to get to know you." Ryan winked and clicked his tongue.
"I'm going downstairs for coffee. Want me to pour you a cup?" Shaniqua asked.
"Sure. See you downstairs in a few..." he said flashing a big smile, "sis!"
Shaniqua stood there and stared as Ryan walked down the hall to his room.
***
The next few days were like a whirlwind. People coming and going. It was four days until the wedding and Donald had to go into the city to sign some final papers on a merger. Rochelle was going with him to take care of some last minute wedding details.
Donald put his hand on Ryan's shoulder and said, "Ryan, why don't you take Shaniqua out today on the and show her your skills."
"Yeah Ryan, take me out on the boat today? Just to sunbathe, I'm kind of tired of laying on the beach."
"Yeah, I guess I can do that," Ryan said, trying hard not to think about his step-sister wearing her little pink bikini out in the sun.
"Oh, thanks Ryan! I've never been sailing."
Donald said, "Come on Rochelle. We need to get going."
Rochelle grabbed her cell phone and purse and said, "See you kids tonight."
"We're no kids, mom!" Shaniqua shouted as the door closed leaving Ryan and Shaniqua all alone.
The two looked at each other, then Shaniqua went to change, and Ryan poured another cup of coffee.
A few minutes later, Ryan was about to open up a banana to finish breakfast when Shaniqua came skipping in to the room in the pink bikini top and bottom.
"Ta-da!" She announced, striking a pose. "What do you think, Ryan?"
Ryan tried not to let His eyes pop, but she really did look amazing. About 5'8 and thinly muscular, with a taut belly, shaped thighs that led to a beautifully rounded booty, and long dark hair slightly lightened by the last week or so of sun.
Her caramel skin was darker in some areas uneven from the variety of suits she'd been wearing, but those parts that got exposure were a deep even brown. She turned around in a quick circle and Ryan saw the back was a thong, showing off a cute little ass as she gave a delicious wiggle just before finishing her turn.
"Very cute," Ryan said, turning his eyes quickly back to the sports show. "Don't forget to bring sunscreen, if you get burned and can't sit down your mom will throw that suit away."
"She wouldn't do that! Besides, that's what I came in here for." Shaniqua hopped over to the couch and flopped down beside Ryan, reaching for the bottle of sunscreen sitting on the table right in front of him. "See?" she said. Then, "so are you gonna eat that?"
Ryan was still holding the banana , waiting to peel it.
Sitting there, looking at her next to him in the tiny pink bikini, feeling her body pressed against him and holding this ridiculous yellow phallus between them, Ryan started to feel very uncomfortable. What the hell was going on in my head lately? Like the wheels were turning but the hamsters were drunk.
"Here." She took the banana out of my hands, and tore down one corner. Unwrapping just a bit, she took a little bite off the top. "Small toll charge," she said. She smiled, handed the banana back to Ryan.
Ryan held the banana a second longer, stunned and watching her hips and hair sway as she went back to the bedroom. He looked over on the couch, and there was the bottle of sunscreen. She must have put it down when she took the banana and forgot it while making an exit, he thought.
***
A half hour later Ryan and Shaniqua were out on the water aboard the Nauti Girl. As the two motored away from the dock, in the 31 foot Catalina that was set up for single handed sailing, Ryan explained to Shaniqua that she was going to be his First Mate.
"Really? What does that mean? Sounds kind of sexual to me," she laughed.
Ryan smiled. "It means your job is to inspect all the hardware before we set sail."
"All the hardware?" Shaniqua said as she eyed the bulge in Ryan's swim trunks.
The sun was high in the sky as Ryan removed his shirt before setting the mainsail. He explained the art of sailing to Shaniqua as he worked at setting the vessel, what he called his lady, on the proper course. Shaniqua listened intently and watched admiring Ryan's ability, but even more so his toned muscular body.
Sweat began to beat on Ryan's forehead, and as the sail filled, and the boat cut through the water, salt water spray covered his chest and arms. It wasn't long before they were more than a mile from the coast line.
As Ryan tacked and jibed across the rolling sea, he offered the wheel to Shaniqua.
"Me? Oh no. I don't know how to drive a boat!" she exclaimed.
"This is not a boat. It's a yacht, and you don't drive it. You steer it. The wind drives it." He spoke gently as she reached out and took Shaniqua's hands, and placed them on the wheel.
He stood directly behind her as he explained how to watch the Compass to maintain a bearing. A sudden gust to wind pushed the Nauti Girl forward. Ryan leaned forward as Shaniqua fell back.
Shaniqua felt the warmth of Ryan's breath on her neck and his hard cock pressed against her ass.
"Can we just stop and relax and soak up the rays?" Shaniqua said as she turned and looked up at Ryan.
Ryan was in a trance. The rays of the sun reflecting off the water. The warmth of Shaniqua's body pressed against his.
"Earth to Ryan," Shaniqua quipped.
"What? I'm sorry. I was lost in thought. What did you say?
" Ryan shook his head as if to shake himself from the daze he was in.
Shaniqua lowered her sunglasses so Ryan could see her eyes. "This is a lot of work. Can't we just stop and enjoy each others company?"
"Sure," Ryan said. "Are you hungry?"
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