The Road to Chaos
Copyright© 2018 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 6
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
“So ... what happened tonight?” I asked.
Cyn was a mess.
“I couldn’t sleep ... and there’s things going on.”
“Like ... bump in the night?”
“And the boat suddenly lurching ... like someone was climbing on board. Heavy breathing outside my port light. Slithering on deck ... and more lurches ... and splashes ... all night long. You scared me half to death when you fumbled with the lock.”
“Harbour seals,” said Zoe. “They’re a problem. And protected.”
“Can’t blame her,” I said, “We were kidnapped in Auckland. Surprise saved us.”
“What?” Zoe exclaimed. “Kidnapped?”
“Unmarked narrow RIB boat ... just like the US military uses. The boat they deny having but everybody knows they do.”
Then I had to relate the entire situation and outcome.
“Huge black outboard?” Zoe marveled, “No markings?”
“Yup,” I said. “At least 300 hp ... probably forty-four thousand dollars in a marina. Probably more ... deniability costs extra.”
That got a chuckle from Zoe ... and a look of outrage from Cynthia.
She said, “Why? Why did they want us? We don’t know anything.”
“Fear of the unknown possibility ... government can not stand not knowing.” JW ... getting radical ... I thought. No ... honorable. Government can’t handle that. “I’m hungry. Zoe?”
“Well, in or out,” she asked.
“Out,” Cyn and I cried, “Bacon!”
“Eggs!” I said.
“Hash browns!” Cyn drooled.
“Toast!” I said, “With real butter!”
“Kippers!” said Zoe.
“Eww!”
“You just don’t know what’s good,” Zoe said.
“We’ve been eating fish for 6 days,” we said like twins.
“Oh,” Zoe said.
“We do need to take care of Sailbait’s needs.”
“What?”
“Fuel, water, hauled and scrapped, rigging check, engine check, steering and autopilot, general maintenance ... like that.”
“No problem ... all the boats are gone ... happens every S to H race.”
With Zoe directing, we turned on the fans, started the engine, pulled lines and headed up stream from the Port.
A short ... less than 2 miles ... motor upstream and we were tied up and in an office.
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