Writer's Notes:
All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Thank you all for the comments and keep them coming. And vote!!! Enjoy the series my friends.
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Steve has the pleasure of waking up early in the morning to a bright sunshiny day, for no reason in particular. He has nothing planned for the day, except to take care of the boat. It was well used all weekend and it's nearly out of gas, not to mention it can use some tender loving care. They did lots of water skiing, soaking up the sun's rays and it was fun spending time with the family, well most of the family. By the time they called it a day last evening, all of them were tired so Steve volunteers to give the boat some tender loving care in the morning. Like the rest of the family, Steve is also tired so he hits the sack early.
His Dad owns an 18 foot Master Craft. It's fast and maneuverable and Steve really likes this boat. It's not as fast as a speed boat, but it moves comfortably over the water at 40mph. It's enough for him and the rest of the family and very popular leisure, especially on the weekends, but also on some weekdays. During the week, it only gets used if he takes it for a ride mostly, which is becoming his favorite pastime for the following reasons - his sister.
They are a family of four and his sister has become a bitch over the past few years. Steve avoids hanging out with her at most any cost, which is the main reason why the boat is his favorite form of entertainment.
On the other hand, he loves his sister. She's a fox by anyone's definition. She has a perfectly proportioned slender body and is very cute, but she knows it. Steve protects her if he needs to, but other than that, she's on her own. Her brother doesn't speak ill of her, except to himself, because he has no desire to make a bad situation worse. He loves his sister for what she used to be, definitely not for what she is now.
She graduated from high school a week ago and doesn't have a boyfriend, which pains Steve that much more. She spends far too much time at home, so he has little time to himself, especially when their parents are at work.
Mom and Dad look and act young at their ripe age of 45. They have energy he wishes he has and they're also slender. Dad is strong with visible muscles, which Steve is fully aware of. He's had his ass kicked twice to straighten him out when he got out of line, but to this day, he doesn't mess with his Dad.
Mom has the face of an angel and a body built for sex. He doesn't see her in that light and he doesn't know why either, he just doesn't. Same for his sister. His friends always want to come over and hangout by the pool, hoping either his mom or his sister, or both of them make an appearance and they don't most of the time. His friends just want to lust after them. Not much fun for him.
As for Steve, he's 19 years old, a year older than his sister. He survived his freshman year of college with flying colors, according to the college, and it's summer break. He's been home for three weeks, trying hard to avoid his sister, and he's looking forward to having lots of fun with the boat.
He still hasn't met the one girl he wants to spend lots of time with and is in limbo with his search for her while attending college. He wants to excel at his education so he can support himself.
That means he's looking to find a temporary girlfriend for the summer, actually, a friend with benefits would be a better description. He doesn't describe himself as the athletic type, but he does maintain a fit body and he exercises on an irregular basis. Mom says he's handsome, but he knows how Mom's are about things like that.
Because his sister spends lots of time at home, he tries to spend as little time there, or more time in his room, as possible. He uses the boat as an escape mechanism to avoid her, but he doesn't know if she realizes it. Today is no exception.
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Mom and Dad are usually at work long before Steve opens his eyes in the morning. Waking up, he gets his swimsuit on, gathers some leftover's from the fridge, sits down at the table to consume his breakfast and wouldn't you know, guess what shows up.
His sister is in one of her more jovial moods, so he finishes breakfast quickly and heads out before she has any more colorful metaphors to share with him.
Giving his body a good stretch as he departs the house, facing a sunny morning on the water, Steve jogs to the dock to get a little exercise, actually very little exercise. It's going to be another hot day as he feels the humidity already. By the time he reaches the dock, he is sweating.
Arriving at the Master Craft, he removes the canvas covering, exposing the interior of the boat to sunlight, and yes, it does need a good cleaning. It looks like shit so he folds up the cover and stows it in the bow.
Then he opens the motor cover to vent the area of fumes and checks the bilge for excessive water accumulation, which there is so he switches on the bilge pump to pump it out. Satisfied it's pumped out, he turns it off two minutes later, then he checks the engine oil level, which is full, and leaves the motor cover open. He gets to work picking up the trash and soda cans they left in the boat the day before, and stows the life jackets, skis and tow lines in their normal places.
He gets ambitious and washes the windows, vacuums the sand off the deck with a battery powered, hand held vacuum cleaner and washes the deck down. Filling the bilge with water again, he switches on the bilge pump for a couple minutes, then switches it off. Adding more sweat to his job, he cleans all the surfaces they sit on, then proceeds to wash the outside, as far as he can reach. When he is done, the Master Craft looks like a brand new boat and he's smiling ear to ear.
By this time, Steve is sweating like Niagra Falls in a rain storm and is ready to jump in the lake to cool off, but before he does, he starts the motor to warm it up. It starts quickly and comes to life, purring like a kitten, then he closes the motor cover.
The water level at the end of the dock is just shy of ten feet deep so he jumps in the lake and swims around a bit to cool off. The water is nice and you don't know how great the cool water feels on his steaming body.
When he climbs back on the dock, he boards the boat and sits on the stern seat, allowing himself to drip dry as the hot sun beats down on his darkening skin. It doesn't take long for him to start sweating again so it's time for the last task on the list, fill the gas tank.
He unties the lines and the boat is free as he boards and settles in the driver's seat. He backs the boat out of the slip, into the clear, sets the throttle handle to forward, steers the boat away from shore and gives it some gas. The Master Craft moves through the water like a hot knife through soft butter with little effort.
As soon as he clears the marker buoys, he opens the throttle and it takes off like a bat out of hell. In seconds, it reaches 40mph and he's wearing a big smile as the wind in his face and the speed beneath his feet give him a satisfying reward. But, it's short lived because the gas pump comes up very quickly at that speed.
He docks the boat in front of the gas pump with precision and ties her up. He has done this so many times it's not funny and after several years of practice, he is pretty good at operating the Master Craft. After a short chat with the owner of the gas station, whom he has known for years, he removes the gas cap as the owner hands him the nozzle. Steve starts fueling as the sun lets him know it's hotter than hell out there.
He's knee deep fueling the boat when he hears the quick padding of bare feet coming in his general direction, but is not concerned about who it is. His back is facing the dock, so he can't see who, or what it is, but when the padding stops, the bare feet speak.
"Hi Steve. Long time no see."
He turns his head to find a fairly small bikini clinging to a perfect body that hugs the very few features of her body it covers. Teri Thorton, a brief high school girlfriend, is staring at him with an adorable smile on her face. He releases the nozzle and it stops the flow of gas into the tank. Turning his body to face her he smiles, admiring the perfect ten before him.
A flash into the past hits him as his brain focuses on a heart throb he had back in high school and now, he's feeling it again. Fact is, two years ago, Teri was a person of major interest for him and he has not forgotten her. She's beautiful, smart and very popular at school, actually way too popular at school. Steve was into her big time, but things just didn't work out for them. She looks as HOT now as she did back then, with a perfect figure, slender curves and a baby face complexion that knocks your socks off. Her look of pure innocense makes her popular with the boys, including him.
Too bad for him though. He didn't want to compete for her back then. They were an item for a week when he found out she was seeing other guys while seeing him, so he lost interest. He never did fuck her, but he sure as hell wanted to. As he looks at her now, he wishes he never gave up on her so quickly.
"Hi, Teri. Long time no see yourself."
Another boat docks behind him to get gas so he has to make a fast decision.
"Let me finish here and we can take a ride, if you like," he tells her, hoping she agrees.
