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Chapter 13

Tommy

Again, I’d had to sleep out on the deck lounge. I needed the cool ocean breeze to keep me from going stark raving mad thinking about having Dani. A cold shower and three shots of whiskey hadn’t done the trick. As a teen, I’d had to take a lot of cold showers and do a lot of jacking off after my new stepsister moved in. I’d known then that she had me by the balls, but I hadn’t acted on it. My dad would have nailed my ass to the wall, and I would have deserved it. When Dani and her mother moved out, my beautiful stepsister took a little piece of me with her. The whole fucking house seemed a little darker after she rolled her beat up luggage and camouflage duffle bag out the front door. I’d told myself then that it was a good thing. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I’d wanted her badly, and it was better that she’d put distance between us. But all those same feelings had been lit on fire again. And this time, nothing was going to douse the flames except having Dani. All of her. Every damn delectable inch.

Crystal, Olivia and Max, who had taken a shine to Olivia, had plans for Antigua. I wasn’t completely sure why Max had started to fall for Olivia. She was nothing like his usual type. Olivia was always a bit stone cold for my taste. Of course, next to Crystal, she looked really rational and likable. Maybe my buddy Max was starting to think about a more serious relationship. That was still far down on my list of priorities, no matter how hard Nana tried to push it to the top. I still wondered how much of this had been her idea. It sure seemed to have my grandmother’s fingerprints all over it. She had always loved Dani. And with good reason. She was easy to love.

I’d gone through my list of motives for doing this, for starting something with Dani, and I’d come to the conclusion that they were purely selfish. I wanted her. That was all. Having her come in my arms, scream my name out in a fit of ecstasy, collapse against me hot and overwhelmed from being fucked, that was all I could think about. I was sure after our day together, I’d be free of the seven year itch I’d had for my stepsister. She had her rock star to go home to, and I had my life of making money and fucking every beautiful woman I met. We’d walk down the gangplank of the Sea Queen, say goodbye and return to our lives.

But my pride and my need to satisfy her assured me it had to be mind-blowing. My male ego insisted that she leave here thinking about me every time she got hot between the legs. Hell, after today, I was hoping she’d be thinking about me whenever she was in
his
bed. That would give me at least some peace of mind about wanting the one girl who could never permanently be mine. 

I made my excuses for not joining the group on Antigua and waved at them as they lowered the outboard motorboat into the water. I hadn’t seen Dani since she’d left my bedroom. She had refused to join us in the dining room, preferring to eat alone in her cabin. In the morning, she put together a small first aid kit for the group to take to Antigua. She hadn’t come to breakfast. I worried that she’d changed her mind. I would be devastated, but I would accept it. I didn’t want her to go along with my scheme unless she really wanted it.

I walked to the infirmary and knocked. It took her more than a few knocks to answer. She opened the door. Her silky, gold hair was swept up into a loose knot at the back of her head. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and a sad smile.

“I’m sorry, Tommy. I’m not so sure about this.”

I nodded telling myself to just walk the fuck away. But my body was fighting my head. I stepped into the infirmary and grabbed her into a kiss. She stiffened, but only for a second. As soon as my tongue dragged across her bottom lip, still swollen from my kisses, she moaned against my mouth and softened in my arms. She felt so frail and vulnerable in my arms, it was all I could do not to crush her against me. I’d never felt so possessive about any woman as I had right then as I kissed Dani.

It took all my will to pull my mouth from hers. She peered up at me with a dreamy expression.

“You want this as much as me, Dani.”

She swayed against me, as if she could no longer fight her own reasoning. She was mine. I had to make her mine at least for this one day and then she’d be out of my system. Or, at least, that was what I hoped for.

“Come on, baby, one day. I promise you, you won’t regret it. No one will know.”

Her blue eyes were glazed. “How do you make the word ‘baby’ sound so damn erotic?”

I smiled. “Yeah, you think?” I took a chance that she would pull away from my hand. She didn’t. I slid it down her shorts and pressed my fingers against her pussy. “Baby,” I whispered against her ear. “Show me how much you want me to call you
baby
.” As I muttered low in her ear, moisture dripped from her pussy, covering my fingers. She clutched my shirt to keep from sinking to her knees. “One day,
baby
, that’s all I ask. I’ll make last night look like a silly warm up.” I stroked my finger along her taut, swollen clit, the sweet nub I’d massaged last night with my tongue and finger.

She sucked in a sharp breath and moved against the pressure of my hand. “You want this as badly as me,
baby
.” Her pussy filled with slick, hot wetness as I stroked her, teasing her mercilessly by pushing my fingers close enough to slide inside of her but without actually penetrating her.

Her fingers tightened on my shirt, and her beautiful face was pink with desire.

“Just say yes.”

She swayed against me as if she had no strength to stand on her own. “Yes.” The word floated out so quietly, I was almost not sure I’d heard it. Then she said it again. “Yes, Tommy, one day. I want this one day.”

I plunged my fingers inside of her, and she cried out. “God yes, Tommy.” She clung to me as if I was life itself, and she writhed against my hand.

“That’s it, baby. God, you’re fucking wet. Your pussy is the sweetest fucking thing ever.” I plunged three full fingers inside her, and she squeezed her thighs around my arm to hold me there. Her clit rubbed against my wrist. She used her hold on me to brace herself against my hand.

“Fuck yeah,” she said on a whisper, and her pussy contracted around my hand as she came.

Just as she had the night before, she collapsed from the feel of it. I caught her in my arms before she sank to the floor. She was the strongest, smartest, most confident girl I knew, yet I could turn her into putty with just a stroke of my fingers. Something about that notion, that idea that she could be mine to do with as I pleased behind closed doors, made my cock so hard it hurt. It was taking every ounce of my self-control not to bend her over the stainless steel examination table and fuck her wildly for the next hour. But I had plans.

She recovered, and I held her at an arm’s distance. “You need to get your bathing suit and—” I stopped. “No wait. I’ll get your clothes.” I slid past her into her cabin. She followed behind, still looking dazed from the orgasm. Her plump lips were slightly parted in question.

She watched in stunned silence as I rummaged like a madman through her clothes. And I was definitely standing on the edge of insanity. I wanted her that badly. If she decided now not to go with me, then they’d have to shoot me in the head to relieve my misery because having Dani was the only cure for what ailed me now.

I yanked out a bikini and looked at it. “Nope.” I shoved it back. “No swimsuit,” I said more as a mental note to myself, but she stepped closer.

“We’re not going swimming?” she asked.

“I didn’t say that.” I pulled out a soft, cottony sundress and handed it to her. “Put this on.” I opened the top drawer of her dresser.

“That’s my underwear drawer,” she protested.

I pulled out a pair of lacy black panties. “It sure as hell is.” I dropped the panties. “Won’t need those either.” I reached in and pulled out a thin, white sleeveless shirt, the wife beater undershirt guys wore. I held it up and raised a brow at her.

She shrugged. “Men’s underwear makes great sleepwear on a hot summer night.”

I balled it up and tossed it to her. “Bring it along.” I turned and looked at her. She was holding the sundress and the balled up shirt. “What are you waiting for?”

“I’m just waiting for you to go so I can change.”

I sighed with some frustration, crossed my arms and leaned against the dresser. “Baby, you just let me finger fuck you in the middle of the damn infirmary. Don’t go playing little miss modesty with me. In fact, you’re leaving every ounce of that modesty behind today.”

She blushed again.

“You keep blushing for me like that, Twiggy, and we’re not going to make it to our mystery destination because I’m going to take you right out there on that stainless steel table. Now put on the dress.” I was acting the cocksure asshole and I knew it, but I couldn’t stop myself. My cock was hard as rock. My head was racing with images of what I would do to Dani, and I wanted her to be completely mine for this one day.

I stood and watched as she lifted off her t-shirt and pushed her shorts to the ground. “You sure can be bossy when you want to be.”

“You haven’t seen bossy yet. This is just getting started, darlin’.”

She pulled in a quick breath at the word darlin’. “Holy shit, how do you come up with these nicknames that yank the breath right out of me? Guess it’s a good thing you always called me Twiggy when we were teens, otherwise there might have been some trouble.”

“Well, fucking hell, do you mean if I’d just called you baby or darlin’ back then you’d have—” I shook my head. “Never mind. Glad I didn’t use those words. My dad would have had me strung me up by the wrists and flogged me.”

She held up the dress and was about to pull it over her head.

“Wait.” I walked up and unlatched the hook on her bra and pushed it off her shoulders. She stared up at me with a stunned expression.

“Put the dress on. The day is wasting away.”

She pulled the dress over her head. It was a pale blue dress with a hem that landed high up on her thighs. I walked behind her and zipped it up. The bodice was snug around her waist. I turned her around. Her spectacular breasts nearly spilled over the top of the dress. I reached up and undid two small buttons and parted the fabric to expose her beautiful, deep cleavage.

“Feels a little strange being braless.” She held out her arms. “Am I acceptable now, master?”

“Almost. And I’m liking that word ‘master’.”

She squealed as I reached under the dress and ripped the panties in half. I tossed them aside.

“You expect me to go out in public with no underwear or bra? What if a wind kicks up my dress?”

“I certainly fucking hope so. But you won’t need to worry about people. We’re going to an uninhabited island.”

“How do you know it’s uninhabited?”

“Because my scheming grandmother owns it. She was planning to turn it into her own marijuana plantation but then nixed that idea when she realized it was too risky. Now it’s just sitting there out in the middle of the sea with no one around except critters.”

I grabbed her bag and headed out.

“Those were my favorite panties,” she called to me.

“Then you shouldn’t have worn them in front of me,” I called back.

Chapter 14

Dani

The sea was the color of sapphires, and the sky above matched. I sat across from Tommy and faced him in the six person inflatable boat. He seemed to know exactly where we were going as he rotated the motor and pointed the bow toward wide open water. We’d taken an ice chest of food and drinks, and I’d brought along a first aid kit, just in case. Other than that, our only provisions were two large blankets and some sun block. I was feeling as close to naked as I could be without actually being nude. My extremely demanding master had at least allowed me to put on my sneakers. The only article of clothing he deemed necessary for our excursion.

I hated to admit it, but as wanton as I was feeling, sitting on a small boat in just a cotton shift and with the man across from me giving me commands that I couldn’t question, I was feeling extremely excited. Tommy had awakened some latent feelings of passion and lust that I’d been missing for a long time.

Tommy locked in the motor and leaned back against the inflated rubber side of the boat. He lifted his dark sunglasses. His eyes glinted in the sunlight as he looked at me long and hard and hungrily.

“This isn’t acceptable,” he pointed at my hands as they gripped the hem of my dress to keep it from flying up. “Let go of the dress.”

I stared back at him with a touch of defiance, and he lifted his finger. “Uh, what is the rule?” he asked.

“I don’t know because it kept expanding. First I couldn’t say ‘no’ and then there was a ban on ‘don’t you dare’ and then pulling away was—” I cut my list short when he stood abruptly, causing the boat to rock back and forth. I released my dress and gripped the sides of the bench to keep from being pitched out.

As predicted, the skirt of my dress fluttered up. The cool breeze brushed across my naked pussy. The boat steadied, and I instinctively pushed the dress back down.

He scowled at me.

“Sorry. After years of propriety and not being a complete and utter slut, it’s a habit of mine to not let my dress fly up and over my damn head. Especially when I’m not wearing panties, which, because I’m not the aforementioned slut, I’m usually wearing.”

He tried to keep character with a stern expression, but I could see a smile fighting to break through. He wanted to play, and I decided to join him. I jutted my chin forward defiantly and pushed the dress back down to cover myself. I gasped as he stood back up fast enough to dip the back of the boat down. We took on a little water.

Without a word, he grabbed up one of the lines that was used to tie off the boat.

He came over and leaned down. “Today, darlin’, you are a slut. An extremely beautiful, completely unabashed slut.” He knelt behind the bench I was on and pulled my hands behind my back.

“But, Tommy—”

He ignored me and tied my hands together. Then he pressed his mouth against my ear. “Open your thighs for me.”

My heart was racing with the delicious terror of being bound. Frissons of delight wracked my body at hearing his sharp demand. He walked back to his bench and sat down, gazing at me as if he would devour me right there on the unsteady boat. And I would not have denied him. He was making me so wet with need, I was nearly in tears with wanting him.

I opened my legs willingly, giving him a full view. He groaned in appreciation. The sexual tension between us was like nitro glycerin, one small move and it seemed we’d be ripping the boat apart to get to each other.

The breeze cooled the sticky moisture between my legs. A strand of hair blew across my face, and without thinking, I moved my hand to brush it away. But the rope ground against my wrist. I was his captive today, a very willing captive.

A small island loomed in the distance. It looked like a crest of land, covered in lush foliage and lined with sparkling white sand.

The boat flew over the rippling current and we reached the shore of the island. Tommy turned off the motor, hopped into the water and dragged the boat to the beach. My hands were still bound as he lifted me and dropped me over his shoulder. My dress kicked up and my naked ass could feel the heat of the sun as it beamed down on us.

He lowered me to my feet and returned to the boat for our things. I stood there feeling completely helpless with my hands bound and my dress flipping up to expose my naked body beneath. I glanced around. It reminded me of a movie scene, a lush tropical deserted island where pirates or dinosaurs might jump out of the trees at any minute.

Tommy returned to the beach carrying our stuff, but his face had changed. The stern, authoritarian expression he had mustered for this ‘fun’ had vanished, and there was an urgent look of need on his face.

He threw down the stuff and stomped toward me in a way that made me stumble back at first. But the second his hands grabbed me, I swayed toward him. He held me, bound as I was, against him as he kissed my mouth. His hands yanked the dress up, and my naked body shivered in the breeze. His mouth trailed down my neck as he reached behind and unzipped my dress. He pushed it down to expose my naked breasts. His mouth continued along its erotic trail to my nipples. A tiny sound rolled from my lips as his teeth took hold of my nipple, biting it just hard enough to make my pussy even wetter.

Then he reached back and yanked off his shirt. His chest and arm muscles bulged with tension as he undid his shorts. I swayed on my feet, dizzy with need. I worried that I might fall face first with no hands to stop me.

Tommy pushed his shorts down and his thick, glistening cock sprang free. The sight of it made my head spin more, and he caught me before I fell backward.

His cock pressed against me and he pushed his mouth against mine. “I’m sorry, darlin’, I thought I could prolong this, but I have to have you now. Right fucking now. I’m in agony. Fuck this rope, I need your hands on me, baby.” He reached around and untied my wrists.

My hands still tingled as I reached forward and wrapped one hand around his cock as the other took a firm hold of his rock hard ass. I smoothed my palm over his naked ass and slid my hand down to cup his balls. He pushed toward me, grinding the tip of his cock, now wet with cum against my stomach. As my hand moved forward and back on his long, turgid shaft, he tightened his grip on me.

“God, baby,” he growled in my ear, “your hands are nearly as sweet as your pussy. But my cock wants badly to be inside of you.”

This statement coaxed a pleading sound from my lips. It was a whisper soft sound nearly drowned out by the rhythmic pounding of the waves on the shore, but he heard it.

He took roughly hold of my arms as his cock became more urgent and hard in my hand. “You like that, darlin? You want me inside of you?”

“I do, yes, I do.” I stared down at his beautiful cock. “I want all of it inside of me.”

He grabbed my wrist, and reluctantly, I released him. He kissed the knuckles on the back of my hand and turned away from me. He picked up one of the blankets, and with some frustration in battling the wind and his desire to get it done fast, he finally got it stretched out over the hot, white sand. He leaned down and pulled a condom from his shorts. I was relieved to see that my stepbrother, the playboy, was not being reckless with his life.

Tommy pulled me toward the blanket and lowered me down onto it. He rolled on the condom with one hand while pushing my dress up high above my waist with the other. There was no one for miles, not a boat on the horizon or a pair of footsteps in the sand, other than our own. But I felt completely and wickedly exposed with my legs spread wide and the tropical moisture mingling with the creamy wetness between my legs.

Tommy leaned over me and kissed me tenderly at first, contrasting perfectly with the intense look of agony on his face and the rigidness of his body, a body that was ready to spring fiercely into action. I ran my hands over his massive arms. They were so tense and hard, it nearly scared me. He could crush me. He could do whatever he liked, and I couldn’t fight him off. But I wouldn’t fight him off because I wanted him just as badly.

He lifted his mouth from mine and pushed my thighs wider with his knees. One hand slid under my ass and immediately he jammed his finger in to my anus to lift my pussy higher. He stared down at the space between us, watching as my pussy swallowed his impossibly long cock. I dug my fingernails into his arm as he jammed farther inside of me, finding an intimate spot that had never been touched. I cried out as he pushed his finger farther into my ass, causing my hips to buck against him and his cock to drive in deeper. Then suddenly, we weren’t just connected physically. I was completely overwhelmed at the thought of Tommy having complete control of my body, and I never wanted him to stop. I wanted to be his and just his.

Tears filled my eyes with the thought that it could never be,
we
could never be.

I hadn’t wanted him to see the tears. He didn’t need to know how I felt. It was just a day of ‘fun’ for him, a day of fun that would eventually leave my heart a tattered, broken mess.

“Dani,” he called my name, and it ripped me from the haze. “Should I stop?” he asked the question, but it seemed an answer of yes would have killed him. He made that all too clear in his expression.

I reached up and curled my hand around his neck and brought his mouth close to mine. “Never. Don’t ever stop, Tommy.”

He slammed his cock into me, and impaled my ass deeper with his finger to push my hips up. My pussy met each thrust. With the sensual setting and the wild abandon of being out in the open, stark naked and fucking like crazy, I climaxed after just a few minutes. As my pussy trembled and clamped down around him, Tommy growled in ecstasy as he came.