Captain Zim
Copyright© 2025 by Gina Marie Wylie
Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - David Zimmerman is your average high school junior, a bookish sort with average everything — except athletic ability. He can't throw or hit, swims like a turtle and has wimpy muscles. He was chosen last for every sport in elementary school — when he was chosen at all. His life changed when he kicked a field goal squarely between the uprights, then it changed again the next time he was in a ball game
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Fiction
The next morning was bright and warm, and I was up early and went down to the beach. I spread a towel and hit the water. Incredible! It was like being in a bathtub, warm and mild! I swam and had a good time for an hour, then got out and toweled off.
Around nine, CC showed up with Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad started horsing around in the water, while CC only went in for a few minutes, and then got back out. She put her towel down well away from mine, rolled over on her stomach, and looked as if she was asleep.
A bit later, Mom and Dad announced they were going to shower and have breakfast. I shook my head; CC didn’t so much as twitch; she just kept lying there.
Mom walked over and nudged CC with a toe. “A bit longer out here, CC, and you’re going to be toast. Lo thinks that would be as good a way as any to teach you to be careful; but stubbing your toe isn’t always the best way to learn how to deal with bumps in the road.”
Mom walked away, while CC got up, ran down to the water, and splashed in, swimming strongly about two hundred yards offshore. I saw that she had the attention of not one, but two of the lifeguards. I walked over to one, who was looking at her with his eyes shaded against the sun.
“She’s cool,” I told him. “She swims competitively.”
He was eighteen or so, bronze and blonde; a quintessential surfer dude. “She shouldn’t go out so far. Sharks.”
I laughed. “That’s not something we ever had to worry about in Michigan.”
I hit the water and swam out to CC. “You’re making the lifeguards nervous,” I told her.
“I can swim just fine.”
“That may be so, but sharks swim just fine, too.”
She looked at me, and I saw that CC was angry. “You’re bullshitting me!”
I’d never heard CC cuss before in my life; I blinked in surprise.
“No, I’m not,” I said mildly. I waved at the shore. “That’s what the lifeguard told me. He might have BSed me, but I’m telling you what I was told.”
CC came out of the water as far as she could, looking all around, particularly out to sea. “Don’t see any.”
I growled sarcastically. “Like I can see lots of fish from here, and the ocean has millions and billions of them.”
CC flipped me a bird, but started towards shore. I took a few strokes and touched her shoulder. “CC...” She stopped and looked at me.
“What’s going on?” I asked her straight out. “I used to be your big brother. You would run to me every five minutes with this question or that. You wanted me to play with you. Now ... nothing. Since those guys ... seriously less than nothing.”
She was silent for a moment, then shrugged. “You’re a boy.”
“Wow!” I said sarcastically, “Now there’s an observation! And you’re a girl! My little sister that I’ve looked out for since either of us can remember. My first memories are helping take care of you, CC; I’ve wanted to be there for you from then to now. If the police had been a little slower, I’d have killed Julio before the hospital did. And that’s not BS.”
CC sighed. “You don’t understand.” She was silent for a long time. “It’s complicated. Things got all messed up.”
“CC, I’m your big brother. I don’t promise to understand, but I promise to try. I promise to do anything I can to help you, okay? Shucks, if you want to play Life again, I’ll do that too.”
For a change, she laughed. “That was a really boring game, wasn’t it?”
“Clue is better,” I told her, and CC nodded.
I saw that there were now three lifeguards in a cluster, looking out our way, obviously talking. “We need to get in closer before the lifeguards blow a gasket,” I told her.
“We need to do something about that.”
“CC, we get back, and I will, I promise. I already talked to one; I’ll talk to them all.”
She nodded, and then launched for shore. I tried to keep up, but even though I was a year and a half older, I couldn’t begin to keep up with her. Still, I wasn’t that far behind CC, and I saw her get out and head for the trio.
I got out and hustled, so I was a few feet away when she got up to them. CC stopped in front of the lifeguard trio and smiled. “I swim on the Oak Park Country Club team; I swim, most days, two miles. I do not need rescue.”
The lifeguard I’d talked to waved at a sign. “So, you can swim. Can you read?”
For a second, I thought CC was going to pop her cork; instead, she looked at the signs. One sign was all the usual swimming rules; I’d blown them off, and so had CC. I mean, I’ve been swimming since I was a babe in arms, literally. I knew about swimming, just like CC did.
Now, I read the notice about sharks and what to do. And hanging on the bottom of the sign was a piece of wood that said ‘MODERATE,’ which was the current danger level.
CC read it as well, then turned back to the lifeguard. Two of the lifeguards were back at their stations, just the one was left. “So, if I want to swim, I should do it in the hotel pool?”
He shrugged. “It’s safest.” Then he laughed and said quietly, “Show me later you can go out a mile and come back, and I’ll tell you a secret.”
CC flipped him a bird. A thirteen-year-old girl flipping off an eighteen-year-old guy! I waited for the sky to fall.
“Just tell me!” CC demanded.
“Last year, three people on Florida beaches were bitten by sharks; two died. None of them were in the Keys. The year before, the sharks went one for two. This year, no one yet, but it’s early. About a million or two people a day hit the beach, during the week. Three, four times that on the weekends. If we spot a shark, we ring the alarm, and everyone comes in. We’ve never rung it, not in the four years I’ve been on this beach.”
“Thanks,” CC said, turned, and walked away.
The lifeguard watched her go, then grinned at me. “That’s a girl with issues, right?”
I shrugged, not wanting to go there.
I saw his eyes narrow, and I shook my head. He muttered to himself, “All princes are guys, but not all guys are princes. Some guys really bite!”
“Yeah,” I agreed, and he nodded.
“Thirteen?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if he was asking about now or then. Easy, though, same answer.
“Yeah.”
“Fucker!” he said with heat.
“Fuckers,” I corrected, mildly.
He looked at me, then at CC. “Shit!”
I grinned wolfishly at him. “I got there in time. NFL class punt; right square between the uprights. Fifty yards, at least.”
He held out his hand. “Sean Candle.” He grimaced, “I used to be a redhead before I started majoring in surf and sand. Mom used to call me Flame Top before I turned blonde.”
“David Zimmerman, Zim,” I replied, taking his hand and shaking it.
“I’ve got a little sister too ... of course, she’s your age,” Sean told me. “If someone tried that with her...” His hands clutched. “I’d kill him.”
“Sean,” I spoke softly, and he looked at me. “I did. Not directly, but I put him in the hospital. He caught pneumonia there and died a couple of days later.”
He looked at me, then jerked his head, angry with himself, I thought. “I guess I talk too much. Sorry.”
“I’m not,” I told him, then nodded towards CC, “She’s still pretty messed up about it. Swimming would help. She won’t need help with the swimming; coping with issues ... another story.”
“Like I said, sharks are a risk. Odds are better winning the lottery.” He laughed, and waved at his chair, high over the beach. “I gotta get back to work.” He winked at the last word and I went back and plopped on my towel.
CC came over. “What were you two talking about?”
“Guy things. The fact that it’s easier to win the lotto than get eaten by a shark.”
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