Chapter 4

The boat rocked gently on the deep-blue surface of the ocean. It lifted and paused and then sank again, rocking once more. There was a hypnotic rumble of powerful engines at idle, and spume hissed away from the prow as they trolled slowly back and forth.

Suzy sat in the swivel chair and held the rod between her thighs, as if it were a flexible prick she had grown overnight. She looked over the stem and saw the trail of their wake become serpentine, pushed and distorted by current and wave and wind.

She was in the starboard chair. Matt was on the other side. Their lines were run up on clothespin snaps to outriggers that angled out from the sides of the boat.

Captain Elsworth had explained it all to them, a grandfatherly, chuckling grin on his leathery, whiskery face. He'd used a stubby, stiff finger to demonstrate the way a sailfish whapped the bait with his bill to kill it and then swam back to swallow it.

"When he strikes, see, the line comes out of the snap out there on the outrigger. The slack in the line makes the bait go still, just as if it were killed. Then he comes back and takes it, and gives you a dang good tussle." He chuckled wetly and reached out with a broad hand to tousle Matt's hair and clump him on the shoulder.

"Do you think we'll really get a sail, Captain?" Matt grinned excitedly.

"Well, they're out there, Matt. We'll sure give it a try. We'll make your dad sorry he didn't go with you." He slapped his hands on his fish-stained pants and chuckled again. He looked around at Tish. "Can I get you a beer, Missus? Nice and cold? It's gonna be a hot one today."

"No, thank you, Captain," Tish said, shaking her head. She was sitting in one of the back chairs. Her line was between Matt's and Suzy's and he had her rigged for anything else that might strike.

"Sure now? Coffee? Cold water? Anything at all?" He grinned down on her, looking at the line of sweat on her forehead. "You sure look like a beer to me."

"All right," Tish said finally, smiling for the first time in a long while.

Captain Elsworth chuckled and went below into the cabin after checking their heading against the auto-pilot. They could hear him clanking around in the ice box.

Matt turned around and grinned happily at his mother. "He's a neat old guy, isn't he, Mom? I really like him! Hey, where's your big wahoo, Mom? Sure you got any bait out there?"

"The same place your sailfish is, Son," Tish said, smiling again.

Suzy watched them quietly. It was wonderful to see the transformation coming over her mother. It was the first day she'd looked even half alive in two weeks.

She was wearing white shorts and a yellow tank top. Her arms squeezed in at the sides of her breasts and made them full and firm. The wind tugged through her hair and gave her a carefree look that took away the lines of fear and agony that had been on her face for too long.

Suzy had decided that it was more than the bright sun and the fresh air. She was certain Captain Elsworth had set her mother's mind at ease.

The old guy was warm and sweet. There was absolutely nothing ominous or threatening about him - nothing that her mother would have to worry about. It would be inconceivable to fear a sexual attack from him or even an untoward glance or touch.

Suzy felt it. She was sure her mother felt it. She was sure the freedom from fear was what made her mother smile again.

She studied her brother a moment. Matt's hair was brown, like her father's, but it already seemed to be bleaching from the sun. He wore his cutoffs and sneakers. His chest was bare and becoming deeply tanned.

He looked over at her while she was studying him, and their eyes met briefly. Suzy looked away, feeling her heartbeat trip suddenly. She took a deep breath and felt her tits push out against the halter over them.

There'd been no remark between them about the way he'd caught her peeping at her parents and masturbating, about the way her open pussy had snapped and sucked at him while he'd gazed right into it.

In fact, she'd barely talked to Matt at all since that had happened. He'd been too busy with the girls he'd discovered to come into the cottage for anything but eating and sleeping.

Yet, she hadn't forgotten about the moment between them. She'd thought about her brother just last night, in fact, wondering what he would be like when he fucked a girl.

Would he be one of Carol's bastards? The kind who tried to dominate and force? Or would he be more like her father - sweet and gentle.

The boat rocked, and there was a moment when she wasn't sure if it had been the boat or another spell of dizziness.

What was wrong with her! Why was she so shameless! First, she'd wanted to run in and stroke her father's horny prick until he came. She'd wanted to suck it off and swallow his cum. She'd wondered how blissful it would be for her father to be the one to pop her cherry and fuck his cock back into the depths of her yearning cunt.

And then she'd begun thinking that way about her brother. When she'd tripped and fallen on the floor with her legs splayed open and her sucking pussy pointing right at his staring eyes, she'd thought about his fucking her for the first time.

Then, last night, after watching her father and Carol - she'd thought about Matt fucking her again.

And now... just now, seeing him sitting over there with his young, muscular body all bronzed and tight...

Suzy shivered slightly. She had to get hold of herself. She had to stop thinking that way. A girl just didn't go around dreaming about being fucked by her father and her brother - especially when she'd recently been forced to suck off a rapist's cock!

"There he is, Suzy!" Captain Elsworth cried suddenly.

It all happened very fast, with confusing and unexpected suddenness. She was jolted from her thoughts by his voice. She looked around and saw him at the wheel, turned in the seat so that he could look over the stern and watch the baits swim.

His finger came up, stubby and thick, pointing. His whiskery face split with a big grin and a command for her to pay attention. She heard or felt the line as it was jerked from the clothespin at the end of the outrigger.

She whipped her head back just in time to see a white roiling of the water, and then there was a powerful yank on the rod that nearly jerked the whole apparatus from her hand.

The reel sang as the line played out, and she gave an excited squeal and began cranking ineffectually as fast as she could.

"Don't reel! Let him take it! Just keep the rod up, Suzy, and let him run!"

She tried to do everything he said. He set the pilot and came back to her. Matt talked excitedly and held his rod in readiness, eager for one to hit his line. Even her mother got in on it.

The sail jumped and shook his head, leaping far out of the water, the huge dorsal fin fully extended and shimmering in the bright sun.

Suzy's heart raced. She tried to take Captain Elsworth's instructions. The fish darted back and forth and ran toward the boat and away from it, making more line sing out.

Matt and her mother reeled in on the captain's orders so that their lines wouldn't become fouled. When he told her to reel, she reeled, but for every foot of line she brought in, the strong fish took two.

She fought and fought. She sweated. Her arms screamed with fatigue, but Captain Elsworth wouldn't help her or let Matt help her either. It was going to be her fish and hers alone.

The battle seemed to take forever. She got the beautiful fish alongside the boat once, but when Captain Elsworth reached over the side with his gloved hand to grab its bill, it raced toward the Bahamas again with a new burst of energy.

"Wear him out, Suzy!" the captain cackled. "Atta girl!"

"He's already worn me out!" Suzy cried happily.

"Aw, you can do it! Hang in there, honey!"

She kept at it, long beyond the point she'd believed she could. Once more, she got it beside the boat, and Tish leaned over and exclaimed at the sight of it, but it darted away again.

Matt appeared by her side, grinning, shoving something toward her. "Here, Sis, I brought you a Coke."

Like an idiot, she nearly reached for it. "Get away, you fool!" she cried, laughing, her arms aching as they never had before.

With the pitching of the boat and the swiveling in the chair and all the activity, she was conscious of the way her tits were heaving and jiggling inside her halter. One strap had slid from her shoulder, and her right tit was nearly ready to bounce free of the cup.

Her panties had been scooted around her waist, too, and she glanced down once while Matt was hovering over her to see that the leg band had been yanked around so far that her right pussylip had puffed through the opening!

Her blonde curls gleamed in the sunlight, and the edge of the panty leg was wet from the way it was digging into the pinkness of her cuntal cleft.

She knew that Matt was staring at her again. That was why he was hovering over her. He was getting himself a good look at her tit and her twat!

She was helpless to do anything about it. She had to hang onto the rod for dear life or lose it overboard. Captain Elsworth, if he was aware of her problem, wasn't taking advantage of her. He kept watching the fish and the line, and he would hurry back to the wheel every so often and alter the boat's course.

She became aware of Matt's crotch. It was right above her shoulder. He was drinking the Coke he'd teased her with. The cutoffs bulged. A pitch of the boat rocked him against her, and she felt the solid, thick mass of her brother's cock against her shoulder.

She couldn't help but suck in her breath. He looked down into the lap she couldn't close because of the fishing rod and gazed at her twat. He looked into the loose cup of her halter, too, and she knew he could see her pink nipple at the end of her tit. She knew it because she could see it herself.

She couldn't make any adjustments herself. She sure wasn't going to ask Matt to make them. And she didn't dare call her mother over to cover her up for fear of setting her off again.

And then she wondered why she would bother covering up her body from her brother's heated gaze. He'd already seen everything she had. Her naked tits jiggling on her chest as she lay on the floor, her spread pussy draining its slippery honey.

And besides, she now had company in her shame. If it was unspeakable for her to dream about being fucked by her brother, then it was just as unspeakable for her brother to stare at her exposed body and get a straining hard-on. He pushed his cock against her shoulder, again and again, more times than the boat made him push it there.

"Keep it up - keep the rod up!" Captain Elsworth whooped.

She gave a tug, much too hard. The line went totally slack, and the rod whipped backward. She went with it, banging against the back of the chair. Her ass slid forward in it, and she would have slid out onto the deck if it hadn't been for the butt of the rod that was socketed in the front swivel.

Her thighs spread wide. Her pussy centered around the haft of the rod, and the pitching of the boat drove her cunt slit around the rod and made her clit rub heatedly against it.

"Ahhh!" she cried out, her eyes popping open.

Her thighs shuddered. The fishing rod was like a hard, thrusting cock soaring upward between them. It fitted all along her slit, pressing inward. She gasped again and felt tremors sweep all through her young body and couldn't believe she was actually coming, right there in front of all of them.

The entire cuntlip popped free of the leg band of her panties. It trembled and flapped and sucked at the wooden pole, and her suddenly spasming pussy slobbered honey all over the handle.

"Ohhhhhh..." she gasped again, feeling shame wash all through her. Matt was watching. His prick jerked against her shoulder with unmistakable recognition of what she was doing just then.

"Awwww, dang it - he's gone," Captain Elsworth groaned. "Well, ya can't get 'em all. You okay there, young lady?"

Suzy straightened up as quickly as she could. She dropped her hand furtively into her lap and hooked a finger around the leg band and pulled. Her cuntlip puffed back into the panties. She jerked at her shoulder strap, and the halter cup hid her jiggling tit again.

She couldn't help looking at her brother's crotch. It was right there at her shoulder. She saw the thick line of his cock, and her mouth went dry.

"Aw, Sis!" he groaned, imitating the captain. He held the Coke over his lap. He bent over as if he had a terrible pain and stumbled to his chair and sat in it. "Aw, it gets me - right in the gut!"

"Matt, stop that," her mother said, coming behind Suzy, hugging her and giving her a kiss. "That's too bad, honey. But maybe you'll hook into another one today or tomorrow, huh?"

Suzy smiled at her mother. Captain Elsworth took the rod from the socket and put it in the holder at the side of the boat, clucking.

"Well, now, you sure gave that fish something to remember into next week," he chuckled, grinning broadly, patting her shoulder with good humor. "Ready for another one?"

"Not for a while, Captain!" Suzy gasped. "I'm pooped!"

"Well, you go on down in the cabin and make your brother give you that Coke and take a breather. I'll circle back and run out the lines and see if we can't pick up his uncle." He stuck his tongue between his teeth and sputtered with laughter, his eyes twinkling.

Suzy staggered toward the hatchway and nearly fell into the cabin. She couldn't believe how weak she felt after the strenuous workout and the short but fierce little orgasm.

The boat heeled slightly. She let the motion flop her onto her back on the side berth. She sighed heavily, her pussy still trembling from the hard rubbing it had taken.

The doorway darkened, and Matt came down. He made a production of getting her a Coke, grinning all the while, watching her, looking between her legs as if hoping to see her naked pussylip again.

Suzy took the cold can from him, sitting up. She had to look straight ahead at his crotch as he stood in front of her. His prick had deflated, but there was now a small spot of wetness on the shorts, right where the fleshy cockhead would be leaking it.

"Something wrong, Sis?" he asked, glancing down. He saw the spot. He looked up quickly. "Well, what do you expect?" he asked, whispering, his smile suddenly gone. "I couldn't help getting a stiff one, the way your twat and tit were hanging out like that."

"You sure looked," she chided.

He grinned slowly. "Damn right. I looked the other day, too, when I caught you. Hell, I'm only human! But at least I didn't let a fishing rod make me come."

"Oh!" Suzy cried, flushing all over. "Stop talking like that!"

"Why?" he asked, sitting beside her. "I think it's great, watching your little pussy come. That's what you were doing there in front of their door. Having yourself a nice little party, weren't you?"