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The Road to Chaos

Copyright© 2018 by Old Man with a Pen

Chapter 1

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - JW and Cyn Flintkote break away from their little sister. Jw is headed for Japan. He wants to be a Hero...like his dad. Cyn wants away.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Ma/ft   Teenagers   Heterosexual   Fiction   School   Science Fiction   Incest   Brother   Sister   White Male   White Female   Oral Sex  

John Walter (JW) and Cynthia Mae (Cyn) Flintkote motored out of Dunedin, New Zealand, headed, roundabout, for Japan. JW was planing on hiring crew in Auckland... Sailbait having been rigged single by his sister, Surprise. At the very last possible moment, Cyn went on board and sailed as crew.

“I’m bored, John. You cannot imagine. Stay with Surprise I will not. She’s such a ... Goody Two-Shoes. You wouldn’t have been gone a second and she would have been giving me ... ME! ... the Mom look. I’d rather be with you. At least, you don’t judge me.” But ... in her mind ... Cyn thought ... And hung like a horse. She chuckled.

Sailbait, a New Zealand designed 48 monohull, was built in New Zealand, by New Zealanders, for New Zealand waters. Tough, strong, open ocean seaworthy and simple. Nothing fancy. A boat for use not for idling about the harbour. A boat a man can trust in the “Roaring Forties.” A boat that makes a man glad to be alive ... and stay that way.

At the end of The Mole, Cyn asked, “Which way, JW?”

“I planned on north, I was going to pick up crew in Auck.” Now I’ll head south to give me a better angle for Brisbane.”

“Not Sydney?”

“We’ve been there, Cynthia. That’s the biggest reason I didn’t want to consider Auckland. We’ve just come from there.”

“Good ... I really didn’t want to backtrack. South works for me.”

“We’ll stop at Bluff to provision and pump-out. Good of you to come Cynthia.”

Radar alarm programmed, Auto-helm set, with John minding the store, Cyn took off to the bow where she planned to all-over tan. Even though it was chill this far south she stripped off, pulled a flat lounger out and slathered up.

“John?” she hollered. “Come do my back.”

He went forward. He was dressed for the run. Mustang Automatic Inflatable DeckVest™ 5D with Harness over their Classic Bomber Flotation Jacket. He was clipped to the safety line with an 8 foot tether.

“Cynthia-mae! You’ll freeze to death. Get dressed. Get your gear on. You know how long it takes to do a man overboard. I’ll be glad to oil you up after we get to warmer latitudes.”

She rolled over ... her nipples were like spikes, they were so cold.

“You’re right, it’s too damn cold. I’m going to make lunch.”

She put away the lounge and dressed. Going below, she put on a wind breaker and started rummaging in the galley.

 
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