Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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My father's boss invited our family out on a cruise in his big yacht.
My name in Bonnie. I'm eighteen and in my last year of high school. My family is very religious and that meant no heavy dating with boys. Lots of boys tried to ask me out, but I couldn't. I guess I kind of blossomed in the last year. My breasts are now a 34B and my hips have filled out. I'm active in sports and that keeps me fit. Let me confess to getting more and more sexual urges all the time. I can't tell my mother the naughty things I think about and how my body reacts when I'm around boys at school. It's natural according to our sex-ed teacher but gets me so aroused and it's almost like older men seem to sense what's going on inside of my head.
I was surprised when mom took me shopping with her for a new bathing suit, a bikini. Skimpy bathing suits had always been out of the question. My swimsuits and hers were always full length. But dad's boss invited us out to his fancy yacht, and he was specific about women on board his yacht should be in bikinis. My dad is insecure and careful around his job nowadays. The company is soon going public with something called a SPAC and that could make us a huge amount of money. Dad is on pins and needles.
I blushed when I tried on a tiny yellow bikini and saw myself in the mirror. My breasts were spilling over the top. The cups were joined by a string between and this exposed a lot of the insides of my breasts. I looked like one of those bikini models. That made me proud. In the bottoms, I could see the outline of my sex and some pubic hairs sticking out the sides. When I turned around and looked back in the mirror at my bum, I saw my cheeks were almost completely exposed. Jeez, that was so naughty. I felt so naked and realized grown men will see almost all of me. I was shocked when my mom said to buy it. Oh well, mom got a bikini just as sexy so I will just have to be adult about it. After all, I'm not a kid anymore. For sure however, I would have to trim the long pubic hairs that stick out the sides.
As we walked towards the big yacht, my father said very firmly, "Bonnie, please be on your best behavior. I really want to impress my boss. Do you understand?" I nodded yes and we boarded the yacht. Dad introduced us to his boss Earl Whitney, his beautiful foxy-forty wife, Liz and their son, Greg, who was home over spring break from university. Gee, Greg is quite a hunk.
We changed into our bathing suits in one of the sleeping compartments below. Wow, the boat has bedrooms it is so big. Mom seemed at ease with her sexy bikini, but I was very self-conscious going up to the deck. Being almost naked in front of my dad's boss and his good-looking son was a new thing. I could see Liz, Earl's gorgeous wife, was in a very tiny bikini. She has a deep tan that showed she loved the sun. Dad and Earl had on boxer type trunks while Greg had on a Speedo with a big package proudly visible. That made me blush. Drinks were served as we pulled out to the ocean. I had a hard lemonade while the others had cold beers. When Earl served me, I could feel him staring at my breasts through his dark sunglasses. I could sense a sexual aura as he smiled confidently and made small talk with me as he steered the boat. My god, I felt like I was standing naked in front of him. I had a juvenile urge to cover my crotch and breasts with my hands.
Earl said, "Wow, the only family picture in your dad's office must be pretty old because you were very young in it. You have blossomed into a very attractive young lady."
I blurted out, "Gee, thanks." And immediately cringed at how dorky and adolescent that sounded. I could then definitely tell he was checking out my body. He was boldly obvious about it. It made me proud that this powerful man found me sexually attractive. It surprised me when I lifted my chest up to display my breasts better.
He continued, "One of the great joys of having a yacht is seeing attractive women in sexy bikinis. I'm kind of an ass-man myself and let me say you have a very nice one." I blushed and was at a loss for words. What should I have done? It was my dad's bloody boss.
He saw my distress and said, "I hope you don't mind me complimenting you?"
I gulped and said, "No, that's okay." I nervously downed the rest of my hard lemonade and Earl reached down into the cooler to give me another.
"Why don't you lie on that towel over there and get some sun."
The towel is lengthwise so when I laid on it my stomach, my feet and bum were towards him. I remembered he said he liked to look at women's bums and he thought mine was nice. It made me a bit nervous but at the same time it was good to feel attractive. At first. I kept my knees modestly together but then thought that was so childish and spread them more naturally. After a while, I turned over and could see Earl stare at my upturned crotch and lick his lips. That gave me a thrill in my stomach. This must be how mature adults feel around each other.
Soon Greg, Earl's son came back to talk with his dad. Earl said to him, "Greg, Bonnie needs some sunscreen or she'll burn in this hot sun. The bottle is over there."
In a panic of modesty, I said, "No, that's okay."
He continued, "Nonsense, it's a real hazard with yachting, the hot, burning sun."
What could I say? Dad told me to not make a fuss.
Greg said, "Sure dad, it's my pleasure." He got the lotion bottle and knelt beside me. "Turn, over. I want to do your back first." I rolled over. It seemed to me that the father and son had done this before. Greg immediately surprised me by gripping my knees and spreading my legs wider. Oh my god, I thought. That exposes my crotch to their eyes. Geez, I hope none of my pubs are sticking out the sides of my bikini. I'd just die if the thin strip of cloth didn't cover my private parts. I could feel a cool stream of lotion on my shoulders and my mind was soon lost in the pleasure of Greg's hand massaging the oil into my shoulders and back.
He said, "How does that feel?"
I honestly said, "Really good."
