A Crazy Weekend Ch. 01

"Do you usually kiss in the pool as well?" she asked with a smirk.

"Ummm...well, you know...it's...sometimes we..." I couldn't explain it.

"Don't worry about it sweetie," she said with a little giggle, "I understand."

All I could do is smile, absolutely puzzled as to what that last comment 'I understand' was all about. Did it mean she understood that it was so strange of us to kiss that I couldn't find a reason to explain it? Or did it mean she understood why we kissed? I was confused, and I think Renee could tell.

"Oh OK good," I said with a slight chuckle of my own, unsure as to what she understood exactly. But just then she decided to fill me in on something she was wondering about.

"There's one thing however I don't understand though," she said.

"What's that?" I asked, extremely unsure as to what she was getting at.

"Why you didn't kiss me as well," she said as she turned to face me and smiled a most incredibly flirtatious smile. I was so shocked I wasn't sure how to react, and instinctively gave her one of my own before answering with a grin on my face.

"I didn't know you wanted one," I said sweetly as I felt the distance between us shorten.

Renee just beamed and replied, "Well you wouldn't know unless you tried, would you?"

I had no idea whether my instincts were accurate or not, but every indicator in my horny naked body was telling me to act on this last line. I lived my last few months living off these sort of instincts, and I wasn't about to disobey this one. I didn't resist, but I did say one more thing. "I'm trying now," I said softly as I moved myself closer to her. As our lips touched I kissed her softly on the lips. We kissed once gently before I felt her lips part and I invited her tongue into my mouth. As her tongue found mine our bodies were pushed together as we embraced with our arms around each other.

Her hand was in my hair holding my head to hers as we kissed. Her other hand dropped as it wrapped around me and I could feel her finger nails grazing my ass. I had my arms wrapped around her as well, and the feeling of our breasts smashed together was almost enough to get me over the edge. She was a really good kisser and we remained locked at the mouth for a good minute or so.

When our faces parted Renee still had her eyes closed momentarilly with a dreamy look on her beautiful face. When she opened her eyes she smiled at me once more and said, "Wow, you're a good kisser!"

I couldn't help but laugh as I blushed. I had trouble comprehending what had just actually happened, and wasn't sure what to say. But before I could stop myself I heard my voice proclaim, "My dad says the same thing."

It was out. I almost choked when I heard the words excape my mouth and now my heart raced for a way to cover it as I heard her awkward reply, "YOUR DAD says you're a good KISSER??"

She wasn't appauled, and her smile remained on her face, but she did wear a pretty impressive look of surprise on her face. Luckily I was able to think of a quick retort. "No, no," I laughed nervously, "I meant you. He says you're a great kisser. Which I can definitely say you are," I said with another flirty look. I thought it was cover up, and I wanted to believe she bought it, I just wasn't sure. It was hard to be sure of anything with her anymore.

"Oh..." she said softer, with a look partial disbelief on her face.

"What else does your dad say about me?" she asked interested.

"Oh, not too much, but I remember him telling me that you kiss good," I said, stumbling over my lie.

"Why would he tell you that?" she asked with the flirtatious smile returning to her face. She was obviously enjoying this interigation, and the more questions she asked I found it less likely she believed my correction.

"Oh, I don't know. Daddy tells me odd things sometimes," is all I could come up with as the nervous tension enveloped me like clothes.

"Oh yeah? Like what kind of things?" she continued to press, clearly playing a game with me now.

Just then we heard a horn blasting in the distance and we both turned toward it. To my surprise there was a large ship of some kind in the distance and it appeared to be headed for us!

"Are they trying to get our attention?" I asked, grateful for the change in topic.

"I don't know," Renee said concerned.

"How long will they take to reach us?"

"I'm not sure, we better wake..."

"DAD!" I interupted her shouting. "DAD! WAKE UP!"

My dad slowly turned over and looked at us, "What's wrong?" he said.

"I think that ship is headed for us!" I shouted again.

My dad jumped up, his cock was limp but was still quite impressive as he stood at the back naked. Stepping over a few things he found his binoculars and put them to his eyes. "Fuck," he said quietly to himself as he quickly began to turn the sails. Renee and I got out of his way quickly as he did what he had to do to turn us. As the wind brought us in a different direction I began to see the side of the ship which was enough to tell me we avoided a near colission.

Again we heard a loud honk from the ship, two actually. Apparently a freighter, it was still headed in our direction, but from the angle it was clear we would miss by a lot. "Was he honking at us Daddy?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I don't think he's honking at me," he said.

"What do you mean?" Renee asked before I could.

"Oh nothing," he said.

"Can they see us?" Renee asked.

"I'm pretty sure they can," he said

"How sure?" Renee asked again.

"I can see them, that's how sure I am."

"Oh shit!" Renee said suddenly covering herself with her arms,"how good can you see them?"

"Have a look," he said handing the binoculars to him.

Renee had a look and said, "I see them but they're really small, can't make them out too well."

"Well I'm quite sure they have better binoculars than me," he said suggesting what she was wondering, (yes, they can see us naked.)

Renee quickly gave back the binoculars, and while covering her tits with her arms she walked down below deck. My father called after her that it didn't matter now, they had already seen us, but apparently she wasn't as comfortable with it as we were. My dad threw his trunks back on, but Kristen and I just laid out nude as the ship grew closer and eventually passed us in the distance. They never got too close were we could see them with out the aid of the binoculars, but apparently they were too close for Renee.

My father called down to Renee when the coast was clear and she came up asking, "Where's my bikini?"

Kristen and I started to laugh, and I let Kristen have the honors with the explanation. Renee didn't seem angry with us for throwing it away, and instead gave us a wry smile as if she had fallen into a little game we were planning. My dad also found the trick quite amusing, and I was quite sure he didn't mind the problem we caused. Having three beautiful young women alone on a boat with him with no bikini's was a problem every man wished he had.

As Kristen and I laid out in the late afternoon sun I told her about the spontaneous kiss with Renee. Kristen was in stunned silence for a few seconds with her jaw dropped before telling me how great this was. She said she really couldn't have hoped for such luck, and now that we knew Renee was into girls, we could begin playing for more. That's when I told her about the awkward thing I said, and the way Renee pressed on for more.

Kristen laughed loudly when I told her what I had said, and she told me that it's probably best I said it. She said now at least Renee is thinking of the possibility that what I said originally was truthful, and since she didn't flip out when I said it is also definitely a good sign. I still doubted she would be cool with the idea that I've kissed my dad in other ways besides on the lips, but at this point I was at a loss for trying to figure her out.

As the sun retired in the distance, the lights on board were illuminated. Kristen and I really hesitated to put any clothes back on. We knew with the absense of sunlight we lost our excuse to be naked, and we both doubted my dad would be cool with us spending the rest of the evening nude. It was one thing to introduce Renee to our preference for sunbathing attire, or the lack of it, but quite another to remain that way once night fell.

Reluctantly, Kristen and I found the only clothes we had packed other than our bikini's, which now were on their way to ocean bottom. We dressed as Renee prepared dinner and my father anchored the boat and closed the sails for the evening. Kristen wore her tight form fitting white t-shirt with a plunging neckline that revealed not only her impressive cleavage, but her absense of a bra underneath as well. Kristen also wore tiny blue gym shorts.

Taking into account that it may be cool on the boat at night, I packed a pink hoodie sweatshirt with a zipper down the middle. Trying to keep my father's mind on me, I purposely only pulled the zipper up half way, leaving a nice gap open to show I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Kristen suggested I not zip it at all, but I didn't want to over do it. I wore the same short white shorts from the morning, and neither of us wore panties.

Renee and my father had dressed earlier. Renee was wearing another tank top, with short denim shorts. She also was braless. My father wore a polo shirt and beige cargo shorts, it was depressing to see everyone dressed again.

We had a nice dinner below deck as the wind picked up and rocked the boat. Kristen fought a bit of nausea for a few minutes, but it eventually passed. As we had some desert we heard rain begin to fall, ratlling the deck above us. My father seemed a bit concerned with the weather and decided to go back up top to check a few things. Kristen went with him to make sure he didn't slip, although I was quite sure she had an alternative motive.

Below deck I was alone with Renee once more and I wanted to use the time to remind her of our kiss, and perhaps suggest a little something else. With her back turned to me I lowered the zipper on my sweater so the metal pull strap was only 4 inches or so from the bottom. My bare chest was very visable now, and when I turned it gave her a full profile of my breast.

"Renee?" I asked.

"Yeah hun?" she said.

"When was the last time you were with a girl?" I asked boldly.

She turned and smiled, and I saw that she immediately noticed the new view I had given her, "It's been a few years," she said.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"What do you think?" she said with a smile.

"Would you do it again?" I asked pressing it further.

"I don't have to answer that," she said smiling again with that same flirtatious smile.

"Does my dad know?" I asked.

"Know what? That I'm bi?" she asked. "I don't know, why?" she asked turning the questions on me.

"Oh, just asking. I don't think he'd mind," I said.

"Oh no?" she asked. "What makes you think so? Maybe it's because he was jerking off as he watched you and Kriss kissing," she said to my shocked reaction. I wasn't aware she noticed him getting himself off. I just laughed since I couldn't make an excuse for him.

"Well, yeah, I guess that's a good sign he's cool with it," I laughed.

"Let me ask you a question now Miss Inquisitive," she said with a sly grin.

"Me?? You were the one asking all the questions earlier!" I laughed.

"You started it that time, and you started it again now," she said, "so now it's MY turn."

I grew nervous awaiting her question, but i didn't wait long because she came right out with it.

"How long have you been fucking your father?" she asked.

Putting on the most astonished face I could, I replied, "WHAT??" as I laughed. "What kind of question is THAT?" I asked still laughing trying to hide my guilt.

"You're a bad lier Melissa," she said still with a smile on her face. "I hope you don't lie like that to your mother! For your sake!" she said.

Still laughing and hoping my guilt wasn't as obvious as she was making it out to seem I said, "OH MY GOD! I'm NOT lying!"

There was a part of me that really wanted to come out and admit it, but I couldn't trust the smile on her face. It could be a disguise for something much uglier underneath if I decided to come clean with the truth. I knew the truthful answer could not only change the trip for the worse, it could also destroy my father's relationship with her, or even his life!! If the news got out that my father was fucking his daughter he would surely lose his job, and perhaps the divorce settlement with my mother! I had to stick with my lie.

"Shhhhh!" she said wanting to keep our conversation private.

She still didn't seem upset with the thought of it, but she had become so difficult to read Iately that I really had no idea which way she would react on this one. I was prepared to let out a little bit of truth to hopefully satisfy her probing. I had no idea if she really thought I was a bad liar or if she was just bluffing me to try to get me to admit something. Whenever I lied to my mother she always bought it, so I liked to think I was actually pretty good at it. If it was a bluff, it certainly was a BOLD one! She would make a great poker player.

"I'm not lying," I lied a bit quieter to her.

"You can't tell me nothing has happened between you two," she said.

"What makes you think something has?" I asked her stupidly.

"Oh come on Melissa, I wasn't born yesterday. The nudity, the kissing, the....masterbation!" she said with a laugh.

The laugh was enough of a hint for me to cross my fingers and give her a little truth. Smiling a bit I said, "Well....we....we....OK we've made out, OK?" I said it quickly before I could talk myself out of it.

"Well that's pretty damn obvious," she said with a smirk.

"IS IT?" I laughed.

"That line you came up with before about your dad talking about how I kissed was complete bullshit if I've ever heard it Melissa, no offense," she said with a smile.

I couldn't help but laugh some more, but she was right. Why the hell would my father tell me how his girlfriend kissed? Why would I want to know? She got me there.

"What else have you done?" she asked with a slight grin still.

"That's it, I swear!" I said trying to put on a serious face.

"I'll believe that when monkey's fly," she said.

I cracked a laugh at her comment, and it gave me away. I knew I had to reveal more now because my lying game was not working with her at all.

"Alright, so what if we did a little more?" I said before getting serious quickly, "you won't dump my dad would you? Would you tell on him? Please don't do anything like that, plea..."

"Geez Melis calm down girl!" she said cooley. "I ain't gonna throw no shit fit okay, I just don't like being lied to!"

I came to the end of my list of excuses and lies. I didn't want to do it, but I felt like I was cornered, and I came out with it. "OK, yes, we've had sex!" I said nervously preparing for her to flip out and scream. But the outrage never came.

"I knew it," she said with a grin.

I was a bit dumbfounded for a few seconds. That was her reaction? She almost seemed cool with it! I had to ask her.

"So you're ok with it?" I said.

"Ok with it?" she laughed giving me a short seed of doubt back in my chest. "I guess I'm a little surprised is all, I don't know if I'm "ok" with it, but I guess it's better to know than not to know right?" she said.

"We haven't done it since you've been together, I swear," I told her. This time she believed me, she was a good lie detector.

"Oh I believe that, but now I'm guessing it hasn't been years either," she asked.

I walked right into that one. "No, it hasn't," I admitted.

"When was the last time?" she asked.

Just then my father emerged from the stairs with Kristen behind him. They were both drenched completely by the rain and Kristen's white shirt was completely see through now. Her red nipples were pressed against the wet white fabric just begging to be released. Kristen looked VERY happy and somehow I knew they did more up there than just checked the sails.

My father removed his shirt and searched in the corner for another one. Kristen said, "I don't have another shirt," she said, "this is all I brought." I knew Kristen probably planned this whole thing once my dad had announced we might encounter rain. I wasn't surprised at all. "I have a shirt you can wear Kriss," I said talking about the spaghetti strap one I wore onto the boat.

I could tell Kristen was less than pleased with my suggestion, but she said, "Ok cool, thanks Melis," and before I could even get it out she immediately pulled her wet shirt over and off her head in front of all of us. My father looked right at her tits and smiled before looking at Renee. "Well I guess there's no point in changing in the bedroom after today," he said as we all laughed a bit.

To my surprise my father removed his wet trunks in front of us too, wearing no boxers underneath. His cock was still semi-hard and appeared as if it had just been abused again. I knew Kristen must have done something, and I was jealous. Renee looked a little surprised by the stripping in front of everyone, but not nearly as much as she would have earlier than today. My dad put his swimming trunks on.

"Well, it's going to be a little rough for a while, but my report says it will clear up in a few hours," he said as he watched Kristen slowly put my shirt on her wet naked top. Then he said, "Well, I guess we should get the beds out," refering to the foldable beds for Kristen and I.

As we set them up he closed the stairway door and said he didn't want anyone going up top in this weather. He told us how slippery it was, but all I wanted to say was, "Is that why it took you so long to come back down?" As my father and Renee said good night to us Renee stole a look at me telling me that she really didn't mind the information that I gave her. I don't know how to describe it, but I could just tell she was cool with it.

As soon as they closed the door to the bedroom Kristen removed the shirt she had just put on. "What are you doing?" I asked her.

"You don't think I'm going to wear this to bed do you?" she said, "and my shorts are still soaked!"

She had a point, and I wasn't going to argue with her. We both removed all our clothes and climbed into the makeshift bed together. It wasn't long before she embraced me in a long passionate kiss and we began to make love. Kristen was a great fucker, and as she sucked on my tits I began moaning in no time. We grinded our sweaty bodies together as she bit my nipples sending shockwaves through me. Our legs were entwined in a way so our pussies could rub together and I squeezed her gorgeous tits as we fucked.

"OHHHH!" she yelled.

"Kriss!! shhhh!" I whispered, but she didn't care if they heard, and frankly, neither did I.

"OHHHH!! FUCK!! OHHHH!!" she screamed.

"KRISSS!! OHHH YESS!!" I shouted, now wanting them to hear us.

As I came to an exploding orgasm I let out another gasp, "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" as I felt Kristen get off too and colapsed on me. Just then I heard a sound. It was the bedroom door reclosing.

"They were watching us!" I whispered to Kristen.

She started laughing. "Good, I hope it gets him in the mood again," she said with a sly grin.

"You didn't!" I shouted with jealousy.

"Just a BJ," she said with a devilish smile.

"You slut!" I laughed at her, very envious.

That's when I told her about my new conversation with Renee. Kristen was floored. She was at a complete loss for words. It took her a minute to start asking more specific questions about what I had told her, and she was still stunned. "So why the fuck aren't you in there with them?" she asked.