“Don’t give a fuck, Hal. You’re the only guy for the job. I’m sticking to planes and cars until you are back. For now, I need somewhere safe for the family to hide that’s not so easy to storm.”
“I heard they broke into the house.”
“Yep, everyone is OK, but it was too close a call.”
“Allan. Get my phone out of my jacket.” Hal said, pointing at the chair where a blood-covered flight jacket lay.
“Here is the number for my brother. He is the captain of a boat. He works out of Florida and could do the work. He can cruise around with his global positioning and be your mobile house until the cops work this shit out.”
“He has been doing it tough?”
“Don’t worry, you can trust him. His ex-navy and would rather die than see your family hurt. He asked me to drop you his number. But I told him I didn’t want to use our relationship like that. But this could be perfect for you both.”
“You should have asked?”
“Not my place, Boss. But when you need somewhere safe.”
“Hal, just heal well and get back to flying.”
“Will do, Boss.”
“Just Allan, Hal.”
“No problem, Boss.” and they both smiled.
The plane ride to Florida was a pain, with Alan and Ben both on crutches and taking up a seat each. The hostess on the private plane attended to them as Angela and Rebeca planned where to visit. They got to the jetty and walked past a dozen boats with rusty chains and rat-eaten ropes, and their hopes of a pleasant stay plummeted.
“You must be Allan. My brother has spoken very highly about you.”
“Captain Collin?” Allan asked as he took the offered hand, shaking firmly and looking him in the eyes.
“The boat is just refilling. It will be coming around the corner any second. I used the deposit to top off the tanks. We will be able to motor for the next few weeks without docking.”
A horn blasted, and the white bow of an enormous yacht came into view. It didn’t take long before that’s all they could see as it pulled along the end of the jetty.
“Sorry about the dock. I couldn’t afford to keep the birth at the Yacht club anymore without steady work.” the captain said as The steps were lowered so they could board.
“I don’t know how long we will be on board. I will pay for the next four weeks in full, and we will work out extensions as we go.”
“That works for me. I’ll cancel any other bookings.”
Just then, Allan heard a familiar voice from back on the dock. He turned to see Jane dragging her bag over the bumpy surface. Allan looked to his wife, who patted him on the shoulder. “I invited her. We need someone we can trust.” She said, walking down the steps to help her with her bag.
The motor rumbled to life, and the ship thrust away from the dock. The family gathered on the top deck and watched land slip slowly over the horizon. The captain came to the family and addressed them.
There are lifeboats on each deck. I only have a little crew, but in this case, it’s a good thing, Fewer ways for the word to get out. They only know your first names, and I think we should leave it that way. There is a cook, a first mate, and an engineer. So you will have to make your own drinks.”
“We can do that. And I don’t mind helping with the cooking if the chef needs a hand.” Jane offered, but the Captain waved it away.
“Lola wouldn’t hear of a guest in her kitchen. I might lose a finger if I suggest it.”
The following day brought warm sun and fewer clothes as the tropical weather had the family losing their tops. The girls had on wraps over Bikinis, and the men in board shorts. Jane and Allan were sitting on sun loungers, chatting back and forth about work as Angela began to worry that her invitation might have been too hasty.
“Come on, Mom, time for some sunbaking,” Rebeca said, dragging her into Rebeca’s stateroom.
“That bikini won’t do. There is more fabric than the stars and stripes.” She said, pulling the leg band of the bottoms.
“I can’t show off like you, young people.”
“You want Jane to wobble her beautiful breasts in Dad’s face until he blows in his pants.”
“Rebeca.”
“After the other morning, I think you could be a little more aggressive about bedding your husband before another woman does it first.”
“Another woman like Jane or you?”
“He is my father?”
“He is a wonderful man.”
Rebeca pushed her mother’s bottoms off her hips and dropped to her haunches to take them off her legs. She could see the moisture seeping from her folds but resisted wiping her fingers between them as it would give her bisexuality away and leave her open for ridicule. She pulled on the new bottoms as her own clit buzzed with the memory of her mother pushing that huge black cock into her ass only a few mornings ago.
The bottoms covered her mound, but the strings crossed her hips and disappeared between her pear-shaped globes. It took all Rebeca’s willpower not to pull the cheeks apart to see where the string rolled over her puckered opening. She undid her mother’s top and let it fall around her waist before removing it and tying the new one that covered her nipples but left everything a man could desire open to be seen. She quickly changed into her own xrated bikini and took her mother’s hand, prancing out onto the deck in front of the working couple before Angela had a chance to chicken out.
Allan’s head followed the two girls across the deck, his eyes never leaving their bodies. Jane’s face was pale as she picked her mouth off the floor, beaten in this race by quite a margin. Allan watched his wife and daughter spread a towel on the wooden floor, kneeling first and then bending at the hips, exposing too much of themselves to anyone behind. Allan shook his head to make sure he had really just seen his wife and daughter expose their ass and pussy to both him and Jane.
Little work was getting done as neither Allan nor Jane could peel their eyes off the beautiful bodies before them. The mother and daughter kept moving their legs apart as they talked and showed each other pages in their shared magazines.
“Would you like me to put some cream on your backs? You wouldn’t want to get burnt.” Jane asked, on her way forward with bottle in hand.
“Why, thank you,” Angela said, undoing her top.
Jane squirted a good portion onto the palm of her hand, then began lathering it into Angela’s skin. She moaned out her enjoyment as Jane moved lower before pulling at the strings at Angela’s hips.
“Why don’t you do, Rebeca?” Jane asked Allan, who was entranced with the action before his eyes.
“Would you like that, baby?”
“Please, Daddy,” Rebeca replied, reaching behind her back and undoing her top.
Allan knelt on the other side to favour his sore leg that was, for some reason, not worrying him as much right now. He rubbed lotion into his beautiful daughter. As he worked down her back, Jane reached out and popped the bow at Rebeca’s hip. Her string fell away, leaving her bottom exposed like her mother’s. Jane worked down Angela’s calves, noticing how the string was caught between her pussy lips. She tugged a few times before slipping her oily fingers on either side of her folds so she could ease the string from between.
Angela felt Jane’s fingers delving between her legs and tried not to react to the touch. Jane was too good at this, her touch driving Angela to a place of expectancy she had been away from for years. Jane circled her rosebud with an oily finger pressing in briefly before moving slowly on.
Allan kept moving lower until he had his hands on Rebeca’s cheeks. He kneaded them and let his eyes feast on what was exposed, her puckered opening and pussy folds, a place that no father should ever see. Rebeca could feel his hesitation and jumped into action, turning over and pulling the triangle of fabric from between her thighs.
“Front now, Daddy.”
“I shouldn’t.” He said, but Angels spoke up.
“You don’t want our babies bits burnt,” she said, rolling over under Jane’s hands like a challenge.
Jane didn’t hesitate and squeezed another big dollop into Alan’s palm before doing the same to hers. They started on their recipient’s breasts, circling them and bringing the nipples to a point. Rebeca’s were smaller and light pink, while Angela’s had darkened and enlarged during pregnancy and stayed that way. They were now so sensitive that she could orgasm by pulling them alone.
Angela looked up at Jane and noticed her attention wasn’t on Allan as she feared she had her full concentration, and it warmed her inside. “What will your boyfriend think about you being away so long?” Angela asked before thinking.
“I broke up with my partner a few months ago. She said I worked too much. If she could see me now.”
“Sorry, Jane, I didn’t know you were a lesbian,” Angela answered, feeling her fingers just above her mound.
“I’m well, kind of free to love whoever I like. My parents were in a polyamorous marriage, and I grew up watching my mother’s make out. It makes you question the traditional marriage, not that I’ve had any success in that department yet.”
“Sorry for my ignorance, but Poly, what?”
“Polyamorous. Three or more people of different or the same sex in a relationship with each other all at once. It’s hard work keeping it all together, but the benefits are incredible.”
“I bet for your father.”
“No, Dad had the hardest part. Pleasing more than one lady becomes a problem as he gets older. That’s where the real negotiations started. My mother’s would please each other when he could not perform every night like he used to when he was twenty. They are in their sixties now and very much still in love and lust.” Jane said, pressing her fingers along the cleft of Angela’s pussy.
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