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 you could use a beer to me."
"All right," Tish said finally, smiling for the first time ma 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 cut-offs 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! 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 rolling 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.