Mum, Sis and Bro. Pt. 12

My alcohol fogged brain took a few seconds to take in the scene, Caroline was sitting on the sofa, watching TV. My sudden appearance made her scream in shock and then dissolve in a fit of giggles. Beth came into the cabin and took a few seconds to recognise Caroline, but soon relaxed as she kissed and hugged us both.

"I'm sorry" Caroline said. "I saw you walk past the shop today and was in the restaurant with my boyfriend when you came in. My father is coming to pick me up at 10.30, Karl and I had a fight and he stormed off. I didn't think you would mind me waiting here, did you know you had left the boat open?"

No, we don't mind, are you ok, what did you fight about?" Beth asked.

"Oh, the normal thing, why is it boys think that if you agree to go for a meal with them, you also agree to have sex? I wouldn't have minded, but he wanted me to bend over some dustbins in an alley at the back of the restaurant."

I quickly gathered that Beth had the hots for Caroline, as we chatted and drank wine, she couldn't seem to keep her hands off the young woman. Promising to come and see us when we had moved into our new home, she went to meet her dad. Beth and I were very drunk and horny but, neither of us felt we could manage a fuck. Climbing into bed, we cuddled and fell asleep within a few minutes.

Waking early in the morning, I had a raging hard on, reaching across to Beth earned me a sharp rebuke. A sleepy, hung over Beth growled at me to leave her alone, as she rolled over and went back to sleep. I felt a little groggy, but a hot shower and coffee woke me up. Going into the bedroom, Beth hadn't moved and was still asleep, getting dressed I made more coffee and headed for the upper deck.

Although it was only 06.45 and still dark the small Quay was coming to life a small fishing boat, with its engine idling, was being loaded up, by 1st light, it headed out to the lake. By 8 am most of the shops were open, lorry's and cars were navigating the narrow-cobbled streets. Walking over to the Café I bought a Cappuccino and a ham and cheese roll. As I finished my coffee, I heard movement in the cabin, going below I saw a very poorly looking Beth, coming out of the toilet and going back to bed.

I'm never drinking wine again, I heard her mumble as she fell back into bed. Going back onto deck the sun was starting to shine. Lifting the hatches, I carefully checked the rebuilt engines for water and oil leaks, checking all fluid levels I replaced the hatches. Deciding against casting off, I went back to the Café, getting another Cappuccino I sat and watched the world at work. Several coffee's later, just before 11am, Beth staggered onto the deck.

Blinking in the bright sunshine, she asked me to go to the Pharmacy for some Paracetamol. I really wished I had my phone to take a picture, Beth looked terrible, but I found her pasty white complexion and matted hair a real turn on. Either that, or maybe, the fact she was totally nude in full view of anyone that cared to glance at the boat!

Coming back to the boat, Beth was wearing her dressing gown, sitting on the deck. Her Blonde hair was wet and hung in long strands to her shoulders, helping her into a chair I went below to make her a cup of tea and gave her 2 Paracetamol. Sitting in silence, I watched her sipping her tea and swallowing the pills, she was obviously not in the mood for chatter. After another hour, she said she felt better and went to get dressed, it was nearly 1300 before she came back on deck. Mumbling that she was sorry for being a grouch she went to cast the mooring lines off, as I started the engines.

Heading out I kept the speed down as Beth still looked very fragile, we cruised the lake at about 5 mph, gradually Beth's colour started to return, she suggested that we should moor as she was hungry. Finding a sheltered bankside mooring we decided on the ready meals we had bought. Although they were only microwave meals, the Carbonara was delicious.

We cruised around the lake for 3 days, enjoying the early sunshine, returning to the Marina relaxed and happy. Cougar was due out on her 1st charter the following day, so a cleaning crew and engineer jumped on her as soon as we had docked. Confirming that everything was ok, the engineer changed the break in oil for normal oil and double checked everything was tight.

All our stuff was still in case's, so we spent an entire afternoon unpacking and getting the house at the new Marina ready for the 4 of us to live in for the next few weeks. The next morning, I was woken by my phone, Harry was checking that everything was ok, the call was cut short when Mabel caught him on the phone!

After making sure that the staff were ready and engineering were happy with the boats that were due to go out that day, we decided to check on progress at the other Marina. The weather was glorious, sunny and warm, speaking to engineering they asked if we would take a boat called "Predator" a fast 11.5 metre ski boat. She had been refitted over the winter and needed a shake down, before going on hire. The engineering manager was a bear of a man, called Hans, over the winter he had mentored me, often asking me to crawl into small spaces where his huge frame wouldn't fit. Asking us to keep the revs to around 3000 rpm for the 1st 30 minutes he handed us the keys.

Under Hans watch full eyes I checked the twin mercuries, before pressing the starters. Predator was a pure sports boat, made by the Cigarette company in the USA, although the engines had been limited, she would still top 50mph and use about 4 gallons of fuel an hour at full chat. Waiting for the engines to warm up, I made sure that water was circulating, and the oil pressure was steady in the rebuilt engines.

Reversing out of the landing stage, I swung the boat around and headed into the lake. Clearing the small inlet, I pushed the throttles forward, the response was instant and violent. The boat shot forward, even at less than ½ throttle she was on the plane, trimming the props we shot across the lake at 30mph. Arriving at the marina we were amazed at the progress in just a week. What had been Harry and Mabel's home was just a pile of fast diminishing rubble as a fleet of tipper trucks, waited to be loaded. They had started marking out footings for the new Chandlery and workshops. The site manager said that they would start digging the new cut and basin in a few days.

Docking outside our new home, we could see that they had ripped most of the interior out. As we watched, a JCB loaded the bathroom suite and what looked like a complete kitchen into a tipper truck. Deciding not to go and have a closer look, as a tipper truck on his way out passed another coming in, we took some pictures and cast off.

Going to a pub for lunch, we enjoyed a home- made beef and vegetable pie with all the trimmings, completing the meal with a strudel and washing it down with cold beer. Casting off, we headed home, we cracked the throttles to 4000 rpm as requested by engineering, at nearly 40 mph as the powerful outboards howled through their near straight through exhausts. Changing course, I radioed control to check when she was due out on hire, confirming she wasn't out this week we headed for the largest town on the lake. With an eye on the fuel gauges I backed off the throttles and cruised to the town and river inlet.

Radioing the harbour master, we got permission to enter the lock and moor at the town quay. Going ashore we bought some bedding, a change of clothes and a wetsuit for each of us. The small cabin was cramped but the bed, below the rear deck was wide and comfortable. Opting for a takeaway dinner with a bottle of Cava on the spacious deck, we took the time to chat and laugh together for the 1st time in weeks. Going to bed, we made slow passionate love, although the bed was wide and comfy, headroom was restricted to about 4'. This just made us feel even more intimate and complete with each other.

Leaving early the next morning, I tried to be as quiet as possible. Using one engine at idle we passed the moorings at 7.30. The river was small and quite shallow, at times there was less than .5 of a metre under our keel. The river became very narrow and ended at a weir after about 10 miles. Dropping the anchor, we struggled into our wet suits and had a great time swimming in the crystal- clear cold water. It had been a while since either of us had done any kind of exercise, clambering back on-board Predator we were both shattered.

Taking our wet suits and swim costumes off we relaxed in the mid- morning sunshine, neither of us had bothered dressing, enjoying our nudity in the sunshine. A stream of verbal abuse from a women complaining about our nudity as she walked her dog, woke us from our slumber. Raising the anchor, we headed down stream, clearing the lock we decided to try skiing. Neither of us had skied since we were kids, the next few hours involved either Beth or I, constantly stopping as we fell over a lot! Eventually we did manage to stay upright, the feeling of being towed behind a powerful boat is incredible. Feeling tired and cold, we moored and made coffee on the small stove.

Finishing our coffee, we headed down the lake, feeling confident about the engines and my ability to handle the boat, I pushed the throttles to the max. At over 50mph, Predator handled like a dream, the mooring at the Marina soon came into view. Entering the small inlet, we moored at the fuel pumps and topped her tanks off. Laughing at our offer to pay "Why do you want to pay yourselves?" the young girl asked.

A few day's later Beth and I decided to go into town for something to eat and do some food shopping. Parking the car, we started up the hill to the restaurant, seeing Caroline we stopped for a chat. Saying she had to catch her bus, Beth said quietly

"No, don't go, come for a meal with us, our treat. Use Mikes phone to tell your parents you are with us."

"No need to call them, they are away, yes I would like a meal, thank you."

After a superb meal, the girls went off to the loo, while I paid the bill. Getting in the car, Beth said that Caroline would be stopping the night with us as she didn't really want to go home to an empty house. The girls headed straight upstairs when we got home, telling me they would call when they were ready.

Flicking the Tv on I settled in the armchair with a beer and started watching a film. As the credits rolled Beth walked into the lounge, naked and glowing she purred,

"We tossed a coin and I lost, Caroline needs some cock, we will both need some in the morning" She laughed as she flopped on the sofa.

The next few weeks were spent learning about the hire business and showing people how to handle the boats. Some tourists were English, chattering to them made us realise how lucky we were. The weeks flew by and soon our new home was ready to move into, the house was fabulous. Completely redecorated with a new luxury kitchen and bathroom, Mabel and Harrys new Bungalow was completed about 5 weeks later.

Getting up at 04.00 most mornings and crossing the lake in the dark, for the fishermen who hired the day boats, became a way of life. One morning as I waved the last boat of the day off, Mabel rang to remind me her 20-week scan was due. Collecting Beth, the three of us attended the local clinic. It surprised me, when Mabel explained to the Doctor, that she was a surrogate Mum for Beth and me. The 3 of us crowded into the consulting room, I watched in wonder as the image of our unborn child appeared on the screen. Asking if we wanted to know the baby's sex, both Beth and I shook our heads. The doctor ran lots of tests and examined Mabel thoroughly, as at 43 and a 1st time mother, she was considered a health risk.

The Doctor seemed satisfied, even impressed with Mabel's test results. It seemed he considered 43, way to old to have a 1st baby, asking her to go to her doctors every week to check her blood pressure etc and to come back for a 30-week scan. Compared to when we 1st met her, Mabel had lost a load of weight so her baby bump was becoming pronounced.

Beth and I hadn't had a day off since the start of the season, the early mornings and long days meant, most of the time, I had no idea what day of the week it was. Harry came along for his daughter, Mabel's 30-week scan. The doctor was satisfied with the baby, saying the test results were encouraging, but asked her to come back at 35 weeks. It amused me that she asked the doctor if it was still ok for her to continue having sex, it seemed that she was keeping her dad, Harry serviced. Clutching pictures of our baby at 30 weeks, Beth and I kissed and cuddled as Mabel drove us home. As Mabel sped by our exit on the motorway and ignored my protests that I had a lot to do.

"It's time you 2 had a few days off, need to do some shopping, then you are going on vacation." Harry said.

Knowing better that to try arguing, we sat back and watched as we entered the large town. Stopping outside an Industrial and Agricultural equipment supplier that we used, I assumed he wanted to query an invoice. Telling the girls to go for a Coffee, Harry walked around the back of the building saying,

"That bloody tractor wouldn't start yesterday, it's time we had a newer one."

The selection was huge, Harry seemed genuinely interested in my opinion as we looked at prices and models. Settling on a year- old John Deere ex demonstrator, complete with front hydraulics for a loading bucket/forks and heavy- duty PTO. Agreeing that the extra cost would be well worth it as we would be ably to use the forks in places where the fork- lift struggled, the bucket would be great for clearing snow in the winter. Leaving me to sign the purchase order and pay, using the company debit card, Harry went to find the girls. The salesman assured me that the tractor would easily deal with the 30-mile journey between Marina's and was capable of around 35 mph, towing a trailer. Arranging delivery at the weekend, I joined the others in Starbucks.

Mabel had gone to the Loo, Beth and Harry were intently looking at Beth's tablet, closing the screen as I approached the table. Getting back in the car we chatted happily after a few minutes, Mabel parked outside a large Ford dealership. Walking into the showroom, Harry was immediately met by the sales manager and shown to the side of the building. In the Valet bay was a huge Cadillac Escalade, it was one of my favourite cars.

"I was going to get you a Range Rover boy, your wife reckoned you would prefer a Cadillac. Thank you for all your hard work, try not to reverse this one into a snow drift." Harry laughed as the salesman handed me the keys.

Harry had obviously done his homework, the truck was exactly as I would have chosen. Finished in pearlescent red with Camel, leather interior, climbing into the car my grin was a mile wide as the big 6.2 litre V8, rumbled into life. A technician opened the large shutter door as Harry went to finalise all the paperwork. Easing the big car out into the sunshine I was surprised to see Beth waiting for me, getting into the passenger seat she reached across and kissed me passionately.

"Did I get the spec right? I was so nervous when we ordered it. Harry had it airfreighted from a dealership in Texas. This was the colour you wanted?" She asked, suddenly looking nervous.

"It is absolutely perfect, I was going to suggest we flew back to the UK, to see mum for a few days, but fuck it lets drive!"

Harry said we should have 10 days off as things were looking quiet and well organised for the next 2 weeks, before the mad rush of August and early September. The swiss dealership had loaded European maps onto the Sat Nav, the big 10" screen and clear spoken instructions were amazing. Stopping only to fill up with petrol in Luxemburg, the big comfortable seats in the Cadillac made crossing Europe easy, setting the cruise control to 140 KPH, we soon arrived at the Channel Tunnel.

Arriving in England I changed the speedo to MPH and set the cruise for 70MPH. London's roads seemed even smaller and the traffic terrible in the left- hand drive car. Mum was in the garden as we parked on the drive, looking irritated she was just about to moan at the driver, seeing Beth, she rushed to the car for a hug. Over dinner that night mum explained that she had completed the sale of the coffee shop and as of the end of August, the hand over period she had agreed with the new owners finished.

"I was going to ring you tonight, as have decided to rent this place out, and give Switzerland a go. Thought we could rent somewhere until we get settled, have been looking at prices and think the sale of this house should cover a nice house in Switzerland."

"No need to rent Mum, we have a huge 4 bed house that Harry has given us. Loads of space for Tracy and you, or if you prefer there is a large house at the new Marina, the other side of the lake, although I will need to speak to Harry about that."

When Tracy got in from work, we booked a table at a local restaurant as she showered and changed. It seemed strange reading a menu in English and I caught myself translating it to German. I enjoyed a steak with blue cheese sauce and all the trimmings, the girls shared a seafood banquet and salad. The chatter was lively and interesting, as we made plans for the coming months. Mum didn't seem surprised that Harry had given us a house and bought my dream car, Tracy was staggered by his generosity, as Beth told her all about our new home.

It was a good job we had got a cab to the restaurant as the wine flowed freely, and I ordered a double brandy. Reaching for the cigar in my pocket I remembered that you can't smoke in English restaurants and this one certainly didn't have a patio, overlooking the lake! Strangely I missed Switzerland and wondered, hoped that things would run smoothly while we were away.

Getting a cab home, Beth whispered that I would be sleeping with Mum tonight and she with Tracy. Apparently, it had been arranged and all I had to do was agree. My mother, Julie, winked at me and smiled seductively. Feeling my cock fill as I remembered the last time mum and I had fucked, quickly nodded in agreement. Tracy and Beth couldn't wait and kissed and cuddled all the way home.

Going to bed, mum told me to call her Julie and lay on the bed. Undoing my belt and jeans, Julie pulled my jeans off and then my T shirt. Pulling my boxers down, she licked her lips as my rock-hard cock came into view. Gently cupping my ball sac, she lowered her head and took the sensitive bell end between her lips. My mother, Julie, gives the best head, taking more of my length in her mouth, she rolled her tongue in and around my pee hole as she slowly stroked my shaft. Satisfied that she had me hot and ready, she took a step back and started to strip.

I had noticed that her and Tracy had lost weight and were looking very trim and fit. Julie was wearing a clingy black and white, strapless dress. The hem stopped about 5-6" above her knee, undoing the dress she slowly slid it down and kicked it off her feet. Swaying slightly as she moved to a tune in her head, I was stunned as my eyes moved up her long shapely legs to the bulge of her pussy clad in blue silk panties. Her mummy tummy had completely gone, replaced with a muscular flat abdomen, her breasts, encased in a matching bra, rode high on her chest.

My breath caught in my chest as her bra joined her dress on the floor. Her breasts were magnificent, as good as any women ½ her age. The large globes of milky white flesh were topped with rose pink, rock hard nipples. Her areoles seemed stretched taut by her erect nipple, Julie visible shivered as she ran her hands over them.

My cock was screaming for attention, slowly stroking my length caused Julie to step forward and slap my hand. Waggling her finger at me, I watched as she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them over her hips.