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Abduction of a Family at Sea
By Greg
The early rays of sunrise beamed through the small port window flashing across Kelly’s face.
She slowly raised her hand and fumbled with the small curtain trying to block the light. After just a couple minutes the rays seemed to creep around and find another slit to flash through. Kelly finally roused from her sleep, and realized the game was useless. The gentle rocking of the boat that had put her to sleep was now beckoning her awake.
Sitting up, Kelly pulled back the sliding curtain that partitioned off her little berth.
Her brother’s just across the narrow passageway was still closed. His bunk was on the shaded side away from the morning sun. The familiar creaking of the rigging and the gentle swaying of the hull was inviting her up topside to welcome in a new day. Quietly she pushed open the hatch door and made her way up on deck. The seat cushions were still damp, so she grabbed a towel that had been hung on a line.
Polishing a spot dry, she nestled into a comfortable position with her knees drawn up against her chest.
The morning breeze had not kicked up yet. The boat just rolled slowly as the sea-anchor tugged at it from behind. No real land was visible. Only a few small islands dotted the horizon. Kelly sat quietly savoring the fresh smell of the ocean early in the day. She knew her dad would be up soon and this quiet time alone would end.
She reflected on the past 2 days.
This was the family’s yearly trek to Nassau to visit with her parent’s friends. Her dad was a successful insurance broker in Coral Gables. He had spent his life developing a prosperous business. His success had allowed the Machens to enjoy the best of southern Florida living. Their home in the Alta Vista section of town had everything someone could wish for. Yet, her dad’s pride and joy was the family’s 42’ ketch “Rocking Rose”.
Dad had bought it from an associate who was being transferred north. This was the sixth season they had been out with it. All of them had become experienced sailors. Usually the family went on this trip with at least several passengers in tow, and a couple more friends always made the return trip back.
This trip however, had become just a family thing. It was kind of nice not having people sprawled out all over.
Even though the sailboat could sleep 8 it required converting the kitchen table to a bunk for two. The main stateroom was forward and boasted the most room. Kelly and her brother Chad had separate quarters if you could call them that. They were little more that two closets along the narrow passageway to the galley. They consisted of a sliding pleated curtain. The space was nothing more than a sleeping bunk hung from the gunwale.
There was a little storage under and above, and a little spot for hanging clothing. Each had a reading lamp just above the bunk. Kelly would often sit and read for hours in her little quarters. The small area offered only enough room to stand or sit. The berth didn’t seem quite so small if the curtain was left open. Kellys brothers snoring had begun to bother her.
So she kept it pulled closed at night.
Her Mom, Ellen was active at the country club with just about every function that came along. She was in her early-forties, and was the social focus of just about every party.
Tom her dad, was more into building business clientele. His sales pitches never ceased. He worked every party like it was a fresh field of new opportunities.
He always ended a conversation with someone by tucking one of his business card into a chest pocket with a “Get with me soon.”
The 4-day trip to Nassau was mostly open water after the second day. Kelly was confident in her father’s sailing skills. Besides, with modern GPS, and marine radios, help was only a call away.
This had been a perfect cruise so far and the open water they were headed through today was calm with no weather conditions to worry about.
Kelly heard the “whoosh” from the porta-potty, then the diesel generator kick on. This meant that mom was probably up and was putting on morning coffee. A little bit later Kelly saw her mom come back to just below the hatch and looked up towards her.
Kelly sat staring aimlessly off to the horizon.
“Hungry?” Mom called to Kelly.
“You bet!” hollered Chad, still hold up in his bunk.
“You need to get stirring and help your sister with the sea anchor, Bud.” Mom prodded, as she rapped on the drawn curtain of his room.
“Awww.” was the response.
Eventually the pleated curtain rattled, and Chad drew it open. He stepped out standing, and began stretching in an effort to fully awaken.
Kelly was in a position on deck to look down through the open hatch and catch a chest down view of her little brother. Chad only wore briefs when he slept. Kelly’s eyes focused on his crotch area. Chad had a noticeable bulge there. Was he was having a morning “woody”? She chuckled. She was in a perfect spot to watch, and not be noticed. Chad threw both arms over his shoulder and arched backward. The material on his briefs almost reached its stretch limit.
Kelly eyes were glued to the mound of material hiding his bundled up cock. Kelly could almost make out the outline of the head of his dick.
Mom broke the moment by yelling at Chad to get going, and put something on. Kelly wondered if mom had also noticed his display. Chad was on the baseball team at school, and would probably turn into some gross “jock type” Kelly thought. He already had several girl friends who worshiped him.
Kelly’s style was more laid back.
She had been on many dates, but had not let anyone get past heavy petting yet. She wasn’t a prude or anything it was just that no one had really got her interest up for long enough to get intimate with. She knew it wouldn’t be long though. Most of her girlfriends had already had sex, or were “doing it” with their boyfriends. Kelly figured she would not be a virgin much longer.
But she wasn’t in any hurry.
Dad was at the table by the time Kelly and Chad had drug in the sea anchor and stowed it. Kelly didn’t like this chore. Dragging in the anchor was gross. The underwater sail held the boat from drifting at night, but it always trapped some unfortunate sea creatures in its rigging.
After shaking it out and stowing it, she and Chad made their way to the galley for breakfast.
“Wash hands first.” was her mom’s constant refrain.
Pushing and shoving ensued as both tried to be first to the head to wash up. Dad was just finishing as the two took their regular seats, and scarfed up mom’s offering of scrambled eggs and sliced ham.
Dad was on deck getting the sails set, and his footsteps above their heads were as predictable as the waves.
Before they had finished their plates they felt the familiar tug of the main sail jolt the boat to life. The aimless rocking was now replaced with a solid slant as the wind filled the sail and the boat was brought around and on course.