Chapter 18: Kelly Ann

“Can I lay with you,” a small voice asked in the dark. It was never truly dark under a clear Caribbean sky. Even with no moon, the light from the stars seems to be bright enough to at least see shadows in the deserted cockpit. Everyone had gone to their staterooms and I had bedded down on one of the luxurious, thickly padded sofas on the semi-open cockpit.

Even without seeing, I knew who it was.

I lifted the corner of the blanket I was lying under as an offer to share. She quickly joined me, shivering.

“You cold?” I asked.

“Not so much. Just nervous as to what mom might say if she catches us,” Kelly Ann said.

“We’re both over eighteen,” I replied.

“So, does that mean you’re okay with fucking your sister?” she asked as her whole body tensed.

“No. I doubt I could ever fuck my sister,” I replied. I felt the little hitch in her throat as she started to speak, and I sensed her anguish and despair at my words. So I continued...

“However, I’m perfectly fine making love to a beautiful woman that I happen to love and adore.”

She sobbed for just a moment and then turned on her side and hugged me closer as she wrapped her long leg over mine. Intertwined, I just lay there, focused on the feel of her naked body pressed so tightly against mine.

“You seemed to have changed so much from before,” she said quietly. “You have grown up and become a real stud. At first, I kept telling myself I wasn’t attracted to you, but when you pulled that stunt about disappearing and sitting on the bottom of the bay, and I had to put on scuba gear and come get you, I thought I’d die when you were just sitting there naked. And then you were so calm with your nudity when you got out. I knew you were an attractive man, but your confidence and how you were so cool being naked in front of everyone! Well, that sealed it for me. It was as if you were somehow pulling me to you,” Kelly Ann told me.

“I always thought of you as beautiful, Kelly Ann. You were always so bubbly and outgoing, not to mention how hot you looked in your cheerleading outfits. And when Jenna and I started high school, you treated us okay. That was big because a lot of my friends’ older siblings didn’t treat them very nice. And you were always good about giving Jenna and me a ride when we needed it. I know we didn’t spend a lot of time together though. You always seemed to have friends to hang with and places to go,”

“Well, you all were never brats,” she said.

“After you graduated, it just wasn’t the same at home or school. I found myself missing you,” I confessed.

“Same here. I was excited to go to college, even if Georgia was only an hour or so away. But once I got there, I found I missed my baby sister,” she told me. “And my baby brother, too!”

“Well, I would say that you changed too, but I never in all that time, saw you without your clothes.”

“You almost did a couple of times,” she told me.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You remember that time you walked in the den and Tommy Everette was there with me. He had my top almost completely off when we heard the front door. I panicked and pushed him to the floor trying to get my top back on.”

“Oh, yeah. That was the time I came home early because they cancelled practice due to the weather,” I told her.

“Or the time I had that sleep over when I was a junior. Lisa Anderson thought it would be fun if we all got naked and fooled around some. It was innocent, mostly. Just some naked kissing and touching and stuff. We thought everybody else had gone out for the evening and then here you come bopping in from your friend’s house much sooner than we expected. Lisa and Tilly about had a fit at first, then they started talking about how cute you were and wanted to invite you to join us.”

“I didn’t know that. I just knew you had some friends over and you all were making a lot of noise when I tried to go to sleep. You must have stayed up half the night,” I said.

“I think the other girls thought you might come in to see what was going on. But I kept telling them that you were too nice to be that nosy,” she told me.

“It never occurred to me to interrupt what you all were doing,” I replied.

“I know. It seemed like you always had your head in the clouds or were working on your golf swing. Remember that time that dad took mom to San Francisco for the weekend and left us all at home? Well, Jenna and I decided to tease you some, so we put on this frilly lingerie and paraded down to the garage to see what you thought and you were so wrapped up in hitting that stupid golf ball into that stupid net that you didn’t even notice what we had on. You just said something dumb and went back to hitting that little ball. You blew it because Jenna had come to me wanting to know about kissing boys and you were going to be our test dummy,” she said with a laugh.

“I always did seem to focus a lot when I played golf,” I said.

“Well tell me, did you ever focus on me when you jerked off?” she asked.

“This is embarrassing ... but yeah. Especially after that time when I walked in and you were just getting in the shower. I couldn’t see much except your butt, but I thought it was the sexiest butt I had ever seen!” I said.

“Probably the only one you’d ever seen!” she retorted.

“Well, yeah. That too. But it was still sexy and I used to think about what the rest of you would look like when I ... you know.”

“Now that you know what the rest of me looks like, is it as good as you imagined?” she asked with a grin.

“Even better!” I told her and then pulled her close and kissed her gently on the lips. “Kelly Ann, are you sure you want this to go where it seems to be heading?”

“I’m not a virgin, Alex. And I’ve listened to all those other women talk about you and how you just seem to know exactly what they needed. I need ... something. I’m not sure what, but I’ve never felt what those girls say they felt when they had sex with you,” she told me. “And I feel like there’s something, I don’t know what, but something about you is pulling me to you.”

That’s when the inspiration hit me. I instinctively knew what she needed.

“What you need is to understand the difference between sex and love. Between fucking and making love. Have you ever been in love with someone?”

“I thought I was in love with Jason, but it turned out that he was just trying to get into my panties.”

“What was that, like eighth grade?” I asked. When she nodded, I asked her, “So you have never been in love with a guy and him with you?”

“No, not really,” she replied hesitantly.

“Well, do you love me?” I asked.

“Of course, dummy. You’re my brother. I have to love you!” she laughed.

“Well, I love you, and not because I have to. I love you because you’re so wonderful and make me feel good when I’m around you. The fact that you are so smoking hot just makes it better. Here, let me show you...” Then getting on my knees, I flipped her on her stomach and quickly bent her leg up to start rubbing her foot. I wished I had some oil, but I settled for gentle caresses all the way up her leg until I was almost to her pussy. Then I moved to her other leg as she groaned in frustration.

Moving slowly up her other leg, she began twitching her ass to cause the contact that she subconsciously desired. I skipped her pussy again and started massaging the globes of her ass.

Then swinging one leg over her, I sat on her butt as my hands moved slowly up her back, using only my fingertips. She giggled when my fingers passed over the sides of her boobs and into her arm pits. Then I gently started massaging the muscles in her shoulders and up the sides of her neck.

“That feels sooo good!” she exclaimed.

“Do you want me to rub your shoulders some more, or do you want to turn over?” I asked her.

She hesitated for a moment.

“Do you really love me, Alex?” she asked.

“You already know the answer to that, Kelly Ann,” I replied.

She started turning and I lifted myself off of her so she could complete the turn. When she had settled, I sat down on my knees again, my naked butt on her thighs. My semi-hard member lay touching the top of her mons.

“Tell me what you want,” I instructed her.

“I don’t know...” she groaned.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to touch me. I want to feel your ... your love for me,” she softly cried.

I leaned forward and brushed her lips with mine before smothering her body with mine as I kissed her. Feeling my entire body touching, covering hers produced a spark deep down inside her. She threw her arms around my shoulders and kissed me. She threw her legs over mine, squeezing my body to hers. We could both feel our pelvic areas grinding as my hardened member slid over her until it finally found its way into the narrow valley between her labia. In this way, if I scooted back and forth a little, the knob on my dick just barely rubbed her now throbbing clit.

“Al ... lex...” she cried in frustration when I lifted my body to begin kissing down her chest. But when my tongue swirled around her nipple, she forgot her frustration and pulled my head to her breast fiercely. I laved her nipple for a moment and then moved to the other one. Her moans were steady but slight. This time, she didn’t protest too much when I moved on. I think she had a good idea where I was headed.

My ultimate goal. Since I had first seen her naked and noticed her shaved pussy, I had wanted to suck on it. To taste it. To feel those bare lips with mine. As I had so often done while playing golf, I got lost. I lost track of where we were, of what time it was, and to some extent of even who I was with. I just dissolved my being into making the owner of that succulent pussy as happy as I could.

“I give! I give!” she cried beating the cushion with the palm of her hand, just like they did on ‘Live Wrestling’ back in the day. I guess three orgasms was her limit.

I eased up beside her as she caught her breath.

“I think I see what they were meaning,” she said. “And you haven’t even fucked me yet!”

“I don’t need to fuck you to make love to you,” I told her. “It makes my heart warm just to see you happy.”

“Oh, I’m happy alright,” she replied. “Now why don’t you put that thing where it belongs and come inside me,” she said.

“I told you I don’t have to fuck you to make love to you,” I said.

“But I feel bad that you didn’t come,” she whined.

I started to tell her that there were other ways, but she beat me to it when she crawled between my legs and lifted my aching cock to her lips. I didn’t last very long and I think she might have been disappointed, but she didn’t say anything. She just swallowed my cum and licked me clean before sliding back up for me to hold in my arms.

I kissed her thoroughly. She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let her.

“Wow!” I told her. “That was fantastic!”

“But you didn’t have to kiss me with your cum in my mouth,” she whined.

“Why not? You were willing to suck me off, the least I could do was to kiss you.”

“But most guys...”

“I’m not most guys. I’m your little brother who loves you dearly.”

“Alex?” she asked.

“Yes, my sweetie?”

“Would you like to fuck me now?”

“Are you sure you want your brother to put his big hard cock up your tight little pussy?” I asked her. “Once we cross that line, there’s no going back.”

She was silent for a long moment and then whispered, “Fuck me, little brother!”

“Would you care for some hot tea?” Carina asked Kelly Ann as she placed my mug of coffee beside the couch. We were both slow to wake up for some reason. “Alex has to have his coffee, but I found I prefer hot tea first thing in the morning.”

I looked to the east to see the sky beginning to brighten. Dawn was near and that meant that most of the boat would begin stirring soon.

“Thanks,” I said, reaching for the coffee as I pushed our covers away.

“Oh, my!” Carina exclaimed when Kelly Ann’s body became exposed. “Maybe you’d like a shower before anyone else sees you like this?”

Kelly Ann realized what Carina was saying and quickly scampered into the salon and down the stairs to her cabin. If she was lucky, Jenna would still be asleep.

“You don’t look so hot yourself,” Carina offered. “What did you all do to get that way?”

“You know a gentleman never tells,” I reminded her.

“Uh-huh. Just what I thought,” she said sagely. “Do I even want to know?”

“Kelly Ann has always been the adventurous one. And with seeing me for the first time in nine months after thinking I had died, as well as my developing into an attractive male of the species, not to mention all the nudity and exposure, well ... it was driving her crazy. Besides, she knows I love her and would do anything in the world for her,” I said.

“Sur la tête,” she said in French. (“On your head be it”). “Is she protected?”

“I didn’t think to ask,” I replied sheepishly. “I just had this sudden hunch as to what she needed and went with it.”

“You might want to check on little details like that in the future. I hadn’t planned on Little Roland having a half-sibling quite so soon.”

“Who’s little Roland and what’s up with Kelly Ann?” Mischa asked as she and Vivienne came out to the cockpit.

Carina blushed as she stood. In her best Doctor voice she said, “I think I’ll go check on Kelly Ann.”

Mischa and Vivienne stood there looking like I had to answer their question, but I knew from preparing for all those interviews, that just because someone asked, it didn’t mean you had to answer.

“Anyone up for a swim before we get under way?” I asked as I headed for the fantail. Then I dove cleanly into the calm waters. It was the fastest way to wash off the exercise of last night. When I got out, I’d use the stern freshwater handheld to shower off the saltwater.

Turns out they didn’t want to get their hair wet. Success!

Five minutes later, I had barely gotten myself dried off from my rinse when my mom plopped down on my now empty bed and asked, “Who’s little Roland and what’s up with Kelly Ann?”

“It’s not any of my business what Carina and Roland are discussing and I don’t know of anything wrong with Kelly Ann,” I replied. They weren’t lies exactly, just not the complete truth.

“Well, sit down here. I want to discuss something very important with you,” she told me.

With exceedingly great apprehension, I sat down next to my mom. When she didn’t say anything for a moment while she gathered her thoughts, I began to worry. But that was typical of my mom.

To keep from messing up the electrical circuits on board the Serendipity, I began to look at my mom, for the first time, as a woman and not just my mom. I could see why dad loved her. She was pretty and had a great figure. But she was also caring and loving and compassionate and wise and all of this came through in her eyes. True, she was also a worry-wort when it came to her family, still, she had been strong enough to send me away when she had to...

“Alex, I have noticed that all the girls and women on the boat pay you deference when you are near. It’s almost as if they were worshiping you as a god or something,” she said. “Do you think it could have something to do with your enhanced, shall we say, EMF?”

Bam! It hit me like a ton of bricks, and I suddenly began to worry that I had caused all the women to fall for me. The electronics began to go crazy all over the boat and then the women all began streaming out to the cockpit.

“What’s going on?” bellowed Captain Alfred from the bridge.

It was my mother who finally grabbed me and hugged me to her breasts. Immediately, the electronics began to stabilize. The only problem was I now had the most fascinating set of breasts in my face and my reaction was natural.

“I think Alex should come with me,” Carina quickly said as she pulled me to one of the big, padded chairs. Then pushing me down she straddled my lap and began kissing my face with soft little kisses. After a few minutes, she asked, “Are you feeling any better?”

“I’m okay. I just panicked a little.”

“What brought this on?” she asked.

“Mom asked me if my EMF’s were causing all the women to worship me?” I replied.

“What?” she exclaimed.

“I told him how I had noticed that all the women on board reacted to him as if they were worshipping him. And I asked him if he thought it might be because of his EMF’s,” Mom explained.

Carina thought for a very long moment before she answered. “I think we should call Roland.”

“Is it safe to get under way?” Captain Alfred called down.

“Yes, Sir!” I called back. “It was just a little hiccup.”

“Can you get the snubbers?” he asked.

‘Yes, Sir,” I told him as I went to start reeling in the rear anchor. When I had it stowed, I went to the bow to take care of that one. The snubbers were an elastic cord, like a short length of nylon rope, that had one end attached to a very hard surface of the ship, such as the steel beam that ran between the twin hulls. The other end had a hook designed to fit the links on the anchor chain. The snubber was designed to keep the anchor chain from pulling against the capstans and winches that raised and lowered the chain.