Date: Thu, 30 May 2013 00:18:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: A Dish Served Cold, chap 5

Chapter 5

    The remaining days went by as we sailed for home. We split the sea
watch, four of us. Divide 24 hours into five hour watches made for weird
hours and alternating schedules but at least no one person got stuck every
day with the same crappy hours. Plus I think Steve was worried about us
falling asleep and not watching for big freighters. We passed about eight
of those every day, most heading to China, Korea, and L.A., by their flags.

Those big freighters would not steer to avoid us, if they even saw our tiny
sailboat. They might blow a horn but that was the extent. Steve read
stories of boaters on the ocean getting run over by freighters at night
killing everyone on board, no bodies recovered. Only smashed debris showing
up on Mexico and California beaches months after the incidents. Never a
mention in the freighters logs because nobody saw it happen. Those
container ships can be 1,200 feet long and thirty stories tall above the
water compared to our 55 feet long and 32 feet to the red lamp on the top
of our mast. We probably don't even show up on their marine radars.

Steve taught us how to read ships flags too, not just the flag of their
home country but the ones relating to maritime signals, like hurricane
reports and stuff.

On day four I had the watch that ran from 2am to 6am. I took over for
Scott. We had this one small digital alarm clock we handed to our
replacement watch person, they would put it under their pillow. It was loud
and had the buttons covered so it was impossible to snooze the alarm or
shut it off entirely. At the start of your shift it was your job to make
sure the next watch person had the clock with them.

Our watches usually went; Scott, me, Steve, and Mom. Then it started over.
Sometimes we traded and changed the order. We also took turns cooking
meals.  We took turns fishing, which never worked well. We ate mostly
canned stuff and a little frozen. Steve was afraid to rely too much on
frozen since the small freezer wouldn't hold much and our trip was for much
longer than the freezer would hold, plus if it quit working en-route we'd
be stuck without food. We relied on canned meats and veggies mostly. The
empties went over the side to the bottom of the ocean.

They brought three cases of wine. We all had wine with dinner, which Steve
said was okay because we were in international waters and made up our own
laws while at sea. For part of our trip he flew the flag of the Conch
Republic in Florida just below the American flag. That day we listened to
about every song by Jimmy Buffett and the next day we had nothing but
reggae.

The sailboat itself had a large but cramped cabin. There was lots of wood
and some indestructible carpeting. Except the kitchen (Galley) had tile on
the floor. There was one captains cabin, a dining area, storage, a front
crew quarters with it's own toilet (head). The boat was almost capable of
being piloted from inside but Steve said we still needed to keep watch
because we were sailing in a very busy commercial lane.

We also had a coast guard approved lifeboat with satellite distress
transponder. Each one of us had beacon devices on our wrists which were
really expensive satellite beacons with built in distress lights. We put
them on when we boarded and could only take them off for swimming or on
land leaving them on the boat if we left. If the boat sank the coast guard
would get satellite signals with our locations. You still always kept a
level of respect for the innocent looking danger of sailing on the open
ocean.

Day five Steve took over for my watch at 3am. I went down to the crew cabin
in the very front of the boat. Scott had the top bunk. I got in and closed
the door. We had our air intakes open so we got fresh air but kept out the
water. The room was always a bit on the cold side. I flipped on the light
over my bunk, the lower one.

Scott was asleep in my freaking bunk. At first I got mad. He'd brought his
pillow and pulled my sheet up to his waist. He was asleep facing the hull
of the ship. I laid down on the other half facing out into our tiny
cabin. Why he was in my bunk when he had his own was beyond me.

After several minutes of lights-out he started to move. Next I felt was his
hand settle down on my stomach. 'Fine.' I thought and did nothing. As long
as he doesn't piss the bed I suppose it'll be fine just this once.

He started moving around some more behind me, now his front side was
pressed gently into my backside. We were partly under the sheet. I started
to doze off but I felt his hand move, he slid his fingers under the elastic
waistband of my swim suit to about halfway between my inny and my dick.

I was about asleep when he shifted some more now so his forehead was
pressing into my back near the base of my neck, and his hand was now almost
grasping my dick. Well actually his hand was on top of my dick and balls,
but not really gripping it, just laying there.

Again, I started to doze off when I felt his hand move again now to grip my
dick, which started to respond on auto-pilot to being held. I mean,
wouldn't anyone have the same response?

I just laid there letting him do whatever. My dick got harder and harder,
his grip moved slightly until he started sliding his thumb across the head
and we both felt the slime of my pre-cum start to change the way it felt.

I tried to take advantage of the situation, so I rolled off my side onto my
back but kept my head turned sideways facing into our cabin, which was
nearly totally dark.

The seas were relatively smooth, some little bucking of the hull on small
smooth swells but by this point in our adventure we rarely noticed it
anymore. That is until we set foot on dry land!

-+-

Day six about 10am next thing I know it was sunny, I heard noise from the
main cabin. Mom opened our cabin door to find us still in bed together, the
sheet to my knees, my dick limp out and fully exposed, with Scott still
gently holding on to it.

Without missing a beat, she walked in, knelt down next to my bunk, shook me
gently by the shoulder asking if I wanted breakfast. I opened my eyes and
replied yes, but I still needed to nap afterwards. She got up and left the
cabin without uttering a word about our position.

I slowly rose and turned dropping my feet to the deck, then stood up
pulling up my swim suit. I looked back at Scott, his face was half pressed
into his pillow and looked very much asleep.

Moments later I was in the galley at our mess table, slid in all the way
inside by the wall.

Mom and Steve were slowly cooking breakfast, same as always, fried eggs,
sliced ham, toast, water and coffee. I placed my order, not that I had a
choice.

Steve was standing behind mom hugging her from behind, looks like he was in
the mood for some action too. I wondered who was steering the boat or whose
watch it was supposed to be.

Just then Scott came from our cabin sliding onto the bench seat next to me
but not saying much. He looked like he just woke up, hair messed-up,
dragging his feet, he looked almost drugged.

Steve sort of seemed to be playing with mom's tits for a bit, then he
headed back into their cabin, then I heard the deck door shut, he went back
out for the steering watch.

Scott and I ate our breakfasts in silence. He had his powdered drink, Tang
I think it was, really nasty stuff, but it was one of his requests and it
would survive the trip quite well. I had my water and instant coffee. We
both ate our food then washed our dishes in the sink and returned them to
the dish rack.

Speaking of the rack, I headed back to sleep, Scott followed but took his
pillow and climbed back on the top bunk where he belonged.

It was funny to watch my mom. I had lots of pre-conceived notions about
what she would be like if we were the same age. Since I was a kid to her, I
never saw her as a peer, but on this trip I began to see mom as just a
person, maybe the closest I would ever get to being a peer to her. Maybe
that's a west coast attitude.

She wasn't shaving her armpits or legs, and probably nothing else either. I
have no idea. She seemed liberated from something. What that was I have no
idea. Perhaps some unwritten middle class American value set. Maybe it's a
guy thing, what guys expect from women after marriage, without speaking it
out loud. I had no idea really, just stuff I read in a book.

Steve managed to catch a Tuna, maybe six pounds off the back of the
sailboat. Mom and him butchered it on the deck on a plastic cutting board
with their nautical gourmet butchery knives they probably got at Bed Bath
and Way Beyond Reasonable.

Captain Steve, as he became known announced an all hands party for that
night. We had Tuna steaks on the BBQ (yes, we had plenty of charcoal and a
grill on the side of the boat) with baked potatoes, and a tossed
salad. Steve got out a few bottles of wine from his stash under the main
steps from the center compartment.

That night, with my mom's blessing Scott and I both had glasses of wine
with dinner. Steve and Mom had the same. It was my watch at midnight
towards the end of the party. I handed the clock to Mom for under Steve's
pillow. She headed to the captains cabin with Steve, with his tongue mostly
stuck in her ear en-route. Scott and I rolled our eyes.

Then in a flash the doors were shut and Scott and I were in the back pilots
pit steering the sailboat. We were doing about 19 knots in a good tail
wind. We had one tiny red light on, lighting our existence for all to see
within 15 miles, on top of our mast. The steering electronics were powered
from the batteries below deck, charged daily by the solar panels that
covered the top of the cabins and the wind generator we got in Hawaii.

We had enough light from the moon and stars to see most of what went on the
main deck and nearby in the ocean. Scott came close by to sit next to me, I
think he was cold and tired and maybe a bit lonely.

I don't know him too much really. We're kinda far apart in years, almost
four years.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and leaned into my side, which was
different for him. It was cool but not that cold that we needed to
snuggle. I was older but not un-touchable. Biggest problem was I really
didn't know him much. I knew he was gay like me but that's it really. We
never talked about it.

The day we had 'the talk' he seemed more annoyed that he had to explain
himself to me, more than his orientation itself. It was if his orientation
was a fore-gone conclusion, only the details were left to speculation.

He reached around my back pulling me into him, him into me.

I was steering the boat with my left foot, he was on my right. I worked out
a way of using bungee cords to tie the wheel at our proper heading. I could
vary the actual angle on the compass by +2 -2 degrees with my foot on one
of the pegs on the large chrome wheel. I just glanced at the GPS display of
degrees heading about once every ten minutes or less.

We also had to pop our heads up every twenty minutes or so to check for
other boats.

We saw about eight commercial ships 24 hours a day. Most of them were over
five miles away. We tried to stay just outside the shipping lanes, parallel
to them so we would be safer from collision but a little less from being
rescued if we sunk, which wasn't likely.

The sky was starting to turn dark blue off to the north-east as daytime
slowly approached.

Scott got closer and closer. Before too long he had his hand on my thigh
and arm over my shoulders. He was leaning his head into my side, into my
arm while he sort of gently touched my knee and thigh.

Slowly he slid his hand up my thigh towards my stomach. I was leaned back,
like I was laying on a lawn recliner, since I had my legs stretched out to
steer with my foot. I had my pilots flotation vest on but it was open
exposing my bare stomach and part of my chest right in the middle. He
worked his hand up bypassing my groin going right to my tummy where he
circled my shallow inny with one fingertip gently running in circles around
it. That was starting to turn me on.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Scott had his head about on my
right shoulder/chest watching his fingers do the walking on my
tummy. Slowly he started sliding his right hand down my swim suit coming to
rest right on top of my semi-hardon.

It didn't take long before I was fully hard. He moved it down to aim along
my thigh and stick out the head down the pant leg of my swim suit.

Scott got up to his knees lowering his face between my knees. He pushed the
leg of my suit up fully exposing the end two inches then took it gently
into his mouth.

He licked my head with his tongue while rubbing the top against the roof of
his mouth. He slid his mouth up and down the last two inches, mostly just
working the head, which was wildly teasing and powerfully stimulating, sort
of like rubbing your thumb back and forth across the head of your dick.

Okay, truth time. I know it's hard to believe, but since we left on this
cruise I rarely did it, you know, off the back of the boat. We're way too
close for much privacy. I suppose that's one advantage of having a gay
little brother. So it's been a while. Scott paid the price for that when I
shot a huge load into his mouth with no warning. It started to leak out
around his lips before it ended.

When I was done, all sweaty and drained and smiling, Scott stood up, hocked
back and spit most of my juices off the back of the boat, then wiped his
hand across his face, dropped to his knees shoving his hand into the ocean
to rinse off the rest.

He turned around with a big smile. I looked down to see a few drops falling
off the end of my slowly shrinking boner.

Just then there was a commotion at the door to the captains quarters, the
doors slid apart and Steve came out by himself. Scott walked away towards
the front cabin hatch ending our little romantic brothers moment.

Steve sat on the other side of the pilots well. The ocean was smooth-ish
with gentle swells of one foot or less. So our beacon would always be
visible.

He closed the cabin doors, while Scott headed for crews quarters without
speaking.

St: "How's the watch?"

B: "I think you scared off Scott."

St: "Sorry, were you guys talking?"

B: "No. But he was actually acting like a normal person."

St: "How you guys doing with the cruise?"

B: "Much better than I thought I would. Scott hasn't said much to me. We
both miss our phones and friends but we got enough stuff to do to make it
all good. How's mom doing?"

St: "She's happy. She's smiling and trying out new stuff for her. A
captains wife has new rules and duties she never got before. I think she's
having lots of fun. But we're only halfway to California."

B: "I'm doing okay, but I don't know about Scott. I might know by
tomorrow. I'll tell you if there's a problem.

St: "Thanks. And thanks for being so grown-up about having your life
disrupted."

B: "It's all good. Would be nice if I could email one friend to let them
know where we were and how we were doing."

St: "We can do that. I have HF Packet on the ham bands. We can send one
sentence emails if it's important, or there's the maritime nets we can send
messages if it's really important."

B: "Mine is routine. I'll write it down and her email address and get it to
you tomorrow."

St: "Cool!"

B: "What else is going on?"

St: "Well, there is one problem. I never talked to you about this stuff
before. Sure you want to hear grown-up bullshit?"

B: "We're family, right? Hell, you basically saved my life. I guess I owe
you."

St: "Your mom started her period so I'm on my own for the rest of the
cruise."

B: "Oh." But I thought more about what he said because I never had a GF and
didn't know what it really meant. Steve didn't follow up with anything
else, so I had time to think. After a few minutes I figured it out. If
she's on her period then he's cut off from fucking and she's being hormonal
and stuff, maybe even a bit bitchy in ways we never see. They still had
oral sex I suppose. I have no idea if mom did that, and I really didn't
want to know either. Then I had a brief thought about her attracting sharks
during bath time.

St: "So things in the back cabin aren't real nice right now."

B: "Sorry to hear about your luck. You're cut off then?"

St: "Oh, sort of."

B: "Well look, I don't want to hear all the particulars, she's my mom."

St: "Got it. Let's just say I got a similar problem to you and Scott with
stiff muscles and lots of thoughts."  I let that slide on past without
comment. I knew what he was trying to hint at.

B: "So do what we do, jerk it off the back of the boat. We take turns
spunking into the ocean off the stern. We've both done it."

St: "HA!  Gonna have to give that a shot on my watch." He said with a grin
as his pun. I didn't react.

We sat in an uncomfortable silence for a while. I didn't really want to
hear about their sexual exploits like that. He was staring at me, which was
starting to make me feel a little uneasy.

St: "You know the barn door's open, right?"

It took me a while to figure out what that meant. I thought and racked my
brain staring off towards the left side of the boat watching the sky get
brighter and brighter. Then I think I figured out what he meant. So I
reached down to my right thigh, slid my hand up towards my groin and
encountered the head of my semi-erect dick hanging out in the fresh morning
air. I pushed it inside and tried to act like nothing happened. It was
totally awkward and embarrassing. Steve remained quiet.

We didn't talk for a while, then I heard the alarm go off in his cabin. Mom
must have re-set it to wake her in five hours.

St: "You can take off if you want."

B: " Thanks captain."

I stood up, took off the floatation vest handing it to Steve, walked
towards the bow along the left side of the boat on the very narrow walkway,
holding on to the railings on the roofs of the cabins. I went all the way
to the bow, opened the tiny hatch and climbed down inside the crew cabin.

The storage drawers which make up most of the right side of the crew cabin
have oval hole pulls to slide them out, but they double as a ladder for
people coming in from the bow deck. Once I had feet on the deck I firmly
latched the cover, reached over for the bunks. I took a half step in our
dark cabin so the upper bunk frame was against my chest. I slowly slid out
of my shoes, pulled off my shirt, slid my hand across Scott's upper bunk,
it felt empty. So I bent at the waist patting spots on my lower bunk, felt
nothing on the side closest to the center of the cabin, and gently rolled
into my bunk.

My back side encountered another body. This makes twice now that Scott
crashed in my bunk instead of his. We really need to discuss this change,
but not right now.

Just like yesterday, moments after I rolled into my bunk, he rolled over
embracing me from behind. This time he slid his hand under the sheet to
massage my stomach and chest, stopping to finger tip massage my large flat
nipples.

I gently grabbed his hand. Our joined hands moved to the lower part of my
chest, my right side, I slid his fingers to my right nipple then held it
still so I could go to sleep, which quickly arrived.

There were three more days at sea if Steve's estimates were correct.

-+-

It was the next day at lunch time, mom had the watch. You could tell
because she had the vest on. Steve was with her reading a book, they were
talking about something. Scott and I were getting ready for our daily sea
bath. We lowered the front sail most of the way, then turned the main sail
into the wind which slowed us to maybe one knot, like just a crawl. Our
movement was practically undetectable, we look stopped in the water.

We were standing on the left side of the boat with the small windows by the
dining booth by our ankles. We took off our rescue beacon wristbands,
dropped our swimsuits on the roof of the main cabin, then stepped off the
side. Mom and Steve were ignoring us, pretending to give us some privacy.

We had a routine for washing each other. I took the snorkel and mask and a
washcloth, went under water and scrubbed Scott's entire body, neck to feet
with a small amount of soap in the wash rag. Then from behind him I
shampoo'd his hair too, he rinsed off then swapped the gear.

He went below and started scrubbing my legs and feet. Without warning he
blasted to the surface in front of me screaming, "SHARK!" We both turned
suddenly to the boat which was maybe five feet to our side, climbed out,
him first. I pushed on his butt while he climbed up the small rope
ladder. Then I got out in a hurry too.

Scott was hysterical like I never saw before.

He was sitting on the main cabin roof, naked, dripping wet, screaming
hysterically like a panic stricken girl. Mom and Steve came up the left
side walkway. He was trembling like he was freezing and pale as a ghost.

I was standing right next to his knees trying to calm him down. All he
could say was, "IT WAS THE BIGGEST FUCKING FISH I EVER SAW!" He pointed off
to the water along side our boat, we watched a large dorsal fin slip past
on the surface of the water but the glare from the sky hid the rest of it.

Out of respect for us, Mom and Steve headed back for the steering pit in
the back. I stayed with Scott, still crying, shaking, trembling, pale as a
ghost, slowly drying in the hot noon sun.

I finally got him to his feet. I grabbed our swimsuits and pushed him
towards the bow. Pulled open our little cabin hatch and forced him to climb
down. I dropped our suits down the hole, then I followed, closing the hatch
above me.

Scott was standing in our cabin shaking, pale, hair wet, crying like I
haven't seen him do in maybe five years since that one time he woke us both
up one night after having a really bad dream.

I coaxed him to lay on my bunk towards me, then I climbed in next to
him. He rolled into a ball, I faced him with my chin resting on the top of
his head. His face about six inches from my chest.

He slowly stopped crying but sniffled for a while. I laid my right arm
across his shoulder rubbing his side down to his waist. Our hair was still
wet but we were otherwise still naked on my bunk.

I could hear footsteps on the bow deck above us, as Steve or mom were
pulling up the sails getting us back under full speed. I felt the boat
start to rock more in the seas.

We laid there for quite a while, maybe thirty minutes. Scott never uttered
a word the entire time.

Slowly he moved freeing both his hands. He started to explore my chest with
his finger tips. He pressed in to see how thick my chest muscles were, then
he started exploring my nipples. He gently pinched the teats themselves on
both tits, then rub his finger tips around each one. My tits are mostly
flat with small teats in the middle. I have no hair anywhere on my chest or
stomach, neither does Scott.

His probing was starting to turn me on. I felt my dick eventually touch his
leg or knee or something. He moved a little so he was just laying straight,
right in front of me on his right side facing me. The top of his head was
about at chin height to me. I was on my left side facing him.

I lifted my head a little to look in the gap between our bodies. There
wasn't a ton of light, mostly it came in from the window in the hatch we
used to enter our cabin from the very front deck.

I gently pushed him to lay on his back, he laid there with red eyes, an
occasional tear running down the side of his temple into his ear or into
his hair. I placed my right hand on his chest rubbing side to side to feel
the gentle rise in the small chest muscles he'd grown over the years. He
never lifted weights, except maybe in school. I was surprised at how soft
his skin felt.

His nipples were essentially identical to mine, flat, smooth, tiny teat in
the middle, probably a bit larger around than a quarter coin, maybe an inch
and a quarter wide, maybe slightly more. I was surprised at how silky his
nipples were. He had his eyes closed laying there breathing slowly with his
hands at his sides.

Not sure why I did it, but I leaned over and started to suckle on his
tit. I stayed there for maybe ten minutes until my mouth got sore. He
gently placed one of his hands on the top of my head softly scratching my
now almost dry hair.

I lifted off his chest looking him right in the eyes, which he slowly
opened. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, so I slowly lowered
mine onto his, taking his tongue into my mouth and sucked it like a little
dick. Next thing I knew we were full-on french kissing each other. I laid
my right hand back on his chest to finger tip massage his left nipple while
we sucked face.

After a while we stopped kissing. As I pulled off his mouth I saw his eyes
were both gently closed. I slowly lowered my head kissing a trail of silky
skin from his chin, down the center of his chest, stopping for a couple of
minutes at his shallow smooth bottomed belly button licking it out then
down to his still hard dick taking the head in my mouth working mostly the
head, down to the circumcision scar.

He lasted maybe 90 seconds before cum started to ooze from his dick, then
about three shots, then more oozing. I watched as his nuts pulsed with each
spunk of cum into my mouth. I swallowed his juices. Neither of us uttered a
sound.

I lifted off his dick when he felt done. I heard it bounce back to his
lower belly. He obviously doesn't trim his pubes, or hasn't lately anyway.

I moved back towards his face when he grabbed both sides of my face pulling
my mouth back into his for another cum-sharing face sucking session.

About this time my jaw and face muscles had about all they could take so I
pulled off trying to make some spit and swallow the rest of his cum
lingering in my mouth. Then my brother actually spoke!

Sc: "I love you Billy." He whispered.

B: "I love you too little brother." We were close-in. Maybe six inches nose
to nose. Tears started in his eyes again. I saw his lower lip quivering.

I laid on my back and tugged at his side to encourage him to roll on top of
me, which he did.

Scott laid on top of me with his face turned sideways resting the side of
his face in the center of my chest. He stopped crying right away. I slid my
hands down his back gently squeezing the globes of his butt, which were
also as smooth and soft as a babies butt.

After maybe another fifteen minutes he rolled off me to lay on his front
side with his head turned, face towards me. He pulled up his stomach
muscles and leg muscles raising his butt in the air and winked at me.

I was stuck in a dilemma. This is my little brother. We've sucked each
other, kissed like lovers, titty sucked, done all this stuff after over 14
years of doing nothing more than ignoring each other. Then I thought about
what would happen if mom came barging in during all this.

I got out of the bed, locked our cabin door, then went to the cabinet above
the toilet that sat in the very front point of our cabin, got out some
suntan lotion and lubed up my boner.

I climbed back in bed, walked on my knees over to between his legs and
slowly inserted myself into my little brother. We both lowered down flat on
the bed, Scott laying flat on his backside.

Slowly I started to hump, sliding myself in and out. It didn't take very
long before I felt the pumps start to get warmed up. Maybe two or three
minutes of slow gentle humping action. When I felt I was really close I
leaned down to place a kiss on the side of his face. His mouth drew up in a
smile.

Then it started. I think I felt about five shots inside Scott, then I
pulled out and had one more on his back, then dripped for a while. He
twisted his upper body and neck to watch it end, then dropped down flat
again.

I climbed off the bed to get some toilet paper off the roll in the holder
by the john in the corner of our cabin, leaned back to clean my mess off
his back and between his cheeks. Scott raised slowly off the bed. I saw a
sticky mess between his stomach and the sheet.

At first I wondered how my cum got under him when I realized he must have
cum too. So I got more toilet paper and cleaned up the sheet and his
stomach too. We stood in the center of our tiny crews cabin standing face
to face and hugged and kissed for a couple minutes, then pulled apart like
nothing happened between us. We picked up our suits off the floor and got
dressed trying not to bump into each other.

B: "What the fuck happened out there?"

SC: "I saw the biggest mother fucking shark swim up behind you while I was
scrubbing your legs. I freaked out. Sorry for all the noise. I'm never
bathing in the open ocean ever again. Sorry if that pisses everyone off,
but that's it for me. Never again."

B: "Alright, alright. Be cool. It freaked us out to see you panic like
that. At first I thought you got bit or something, scared the shit out of
me, I bet mom too."

SC: "Sorry, it'll never happen again. I promise." You could see the look of
fear in his eyes as he spoke.

B: "Look, let's go back and let them know everyone's okay." He nodded
yes. I turned to the door, unlocked it and walked into the dining
area. Then we walked past the captains desk and into their room. I slowly
stepped inside, just peaked my head around the corner. I saw mom and Steve
in bed, she was kneeling over top of him with his boner in her mouth, so I
slipped back pressing my hand into Scott's chest pushing him back into the
main cabin. I put my finger to my mouth and whispered "Shhhh" to him, then
made a motion of oral sex and pointing at their cabin, Scott nodded and
smiled, so we turned to the cabin door heading up onto deck from the main
cabin, back to the pilots position.

About ten minutes later they emerged from the cabin trying to keep a
straight face. Mom leaned into him he pulled her into him. I could see in
his swimsuit that he was still half hard. Steve was the first to break the
awkward silence.

ST: "Billy, I got a reply to that email you had me send over packet. Your
friend Matthew replied that everything was quiet at home except for the big
news. He'd been past our house and it looks secure. But the big news was
one of the guys we sued killed himself four days ago."

B: "Did he say who?"

ST: "Yes, he said Gary K. was found hanging in their garage four days ago."

B: "Holy Shit!"

ST: "He thought that might make you happy."

B: "No, it doesn't. I think that's gross and sad, but, but. Never mind."

I sat back down on the fiberglass bench by the large chrome pilots
wheel. Everyone stared at me briefly. "When's my next watch?"

M: "You got about seven hours, Scott's up next in two hours. You boys want
anything to eat?"

SC: "I'm hungry and thirsty."

M: "Okay, let me fix some ham salad sandwiches and apples for lunch. Honey
why don't you try to get a nap?" I nodded agreement. We all split up in
different directions. Scott along the side for our cabin, Steve took the
vest from mom, she went below and made food for all of us.

Scott sat at the table explaining the shark to the rest of the family while
I went to our cabin to read the book I brought with me. I made a few
entries in my sea log, and wrote another short email for Steve to send
tomorrow, it was only two sentences long to a guy from school.

I fell asleep and woke up when the alarm woke me at 2am for my five hour
watch after Scott.

I went to the back of the boat. Scott was standing at the wheel looking
pretty bored but wide awake. He's been known to tie a rope around his
ankle, with the vest on, an dip his head in the ocean if he starts to get
sleepy during a night time pilot watch.

I got to the back, saw the rope around his ankle. I took the wheel, checked
the compass and GPS while he loosened the rope and handed me the vest. He
started to walk up front when he turned, leaned over, and gave me a quick
kiss on the lips, which I returned.

During my watch I figured out a way to bathe and stay out of the ocean. I
told Scott at breakfast in the morning, he was thrilled a solution was easy
to work out. We tried it at 9am today on the bow.

The trick was to do it without damaging the boat.

I took a large plastic bucket and tied a ten foot rope to the handle,
dropped it overboard, then we stood on the very bow of the boat after
lowering the front sail almost all the way down. It partially inflated
making a nice curtain, giving us privacy from our parents in the back of
the boat as long as they stayed back there.

Same as before. I lowered the bucket over the side then pulled it up lifted
it high in the air and dumped it over Scott's head. Then we took two soap
bars. I washed his entire back side, he washed his hair and front
side. Then just for good measure I washed his dick and balls again for him
and slid my fingers up and down the crack of his ass a few times. Now I
repeated the bucket routine, then we switched positions, and we washed me
next. I got hard easily, he never did.

After it was done we stowed the gear in our cabin and raised the sail then
joined the folks in the back of the ship to report our success. It worked
so well the entire family switched to doing it that way.

Tomorrow was our last full day at sea by Steve's projections. We were
seeing more commercial shipping and cruise boats now. During our watch we
had to keep a close eye on the horizon all the way around, because we still
could get run over from behind too.

I mean a 55 foot fiberglass sailboat looks big in the harbor but in the
middle of the Pacific Ocean it's pretty darn small. Really small.


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