ROB
"Arctic Summer" is hardly exciting, but Rob's had more than his share of theme park excitement for today. A little TV's Mom's way to rest her feet after their foray through Seven Seas Adventure. Their distance from saltwater leads him to question the name, but for sure, it's an Adventure.
It's pretty interesting what the show says about narwhals, how their tusks gave rise to the belief in unicorns. It's interesting how the female caribou signals she wants a male, but then makes him chase her.
When's Mom coming out of the bathroom?
***
The four had rendezvoused at Pirate Trove Cafe for Buccaneer Burgers, buns adorned with skull and crossbones. A real pirate eatery should serve rum or something, he judged, not Coca-Cola products or flaked cinnamon in whipped orange juice.
Sara and Dad wanted to stay for the Flagship Light Spectacular, but Mom was beat and he'd headed back with her. He'd not protested one iota, actually, about heading back, just the two of them.
They'd had a special day, he and his mom at Seven Seas, shrieking or laughing, depending on the ride.
In the Sea Cave of Mystery, Mom had gasped and grabbed his hand when their boat drifted past the opening coffin. They'd laughed at the B-gradeness of it all, but she didn't let go.
He'd not have normally held his mom's hand, of course, but here at Seven Seas, it was more fun to be scared with another person, even if she's just your mother.
At the exit was where he'd noticed her nipples. He'd seen them a million times before -- well, not exactly seen them, but their evidence -- but here they were, well, more public. At 16, you register such things.
Dad might have had a problem with it, but Dad was with Sara, and others seeing him with Mom, Rob kind of liked it, as long as they didn't know that she was his mom.
To his surprise, she'd pulled him back into the ride's queue. "That was really fun!"
The girl at the gate -- Ahoy, I'm Crystal, her nametag -- must have remembered them. "Another voyage, landlubbers?" college-girl enthusiasm, apparently a job requirement. Ahoy, I'm Crystal's nipples were as obvious as Mom's, maybe another job requirement.
As the two again approached the coffin, Mom declared that here's where a girl gets a kiss, even if she's too old.
"You're not that old," what he knew she was fishing for. He'd kissed her a million times before, of course, but this one was more fun.
"Made my day, sailor guy," she'd laughed as they drifted past the dinosaur diorama.
Walking along the seawall -- no sea, of course, just a wall with nautical artwork -- she'd taken his arm, and they'd watched the Jolly Roger crew, his arm crossing over her on the "Yo, ho, ho," crossing back during, "And a bottle of rum." He'd not have thought she'd be so intrigued by singing buccaneers.
They'd passed an organ grinder cranking out the theme from Love Boat. As they watched the Lobsterette Review. Mom's chest danced on his back as she improvised a fish step. He wished she wasn't dancing, but liked how it worked out.
The talking clam was ridiculous.
Maritime Missile billed itself as an "Interstellar Voyage from Island Earth." Weak, Rob thought, for an ocean theme. When she kissed him a final intergalactic farewell before boarding, he could feel both of her breasts against him.
Then there was the Hurricane Twister. They should call it The Category 6, he told her. She hugged the pole, him behind, his arms under hers. It wasn't his fault, the Twister twisting them to the way his hold ended up.
The Sandcastle was pretty fun, with all its passages. He'd been ahead of Mom and had met a girl coming against the arrows where there wasn't much width to pass. She'd smiled, turned sideways and let his arm run all the way across her. Maybe he could have gotten to talking with her if Mom hadn't right then caught up,
Submarine Deep seemed lame, especially the giant squid, until a tall girl saddled up against his shoulder. He didn't like how the Asian dude squeezed against his mom, but not wanting the girl to know it was his mom, pretended she wasn't with him.
As the girl seemed to be cool about it, he felt her up when Mom wasn't looking, but then the girl took off.
In truth, though, he was glad to get back to Mom.
In making their way out, the submarine rocking as it was, he'd steadied her from behind and ended up around her stomach, just below her bra. As raising his hold too high might have been obvious, he didn't go there, but managed to feel her undersides.
Actually, a little more than that, pretty sure what he was over as they pushed forward, but it wasn't that big and it wasn't for that long.
Afterward, Mom suggested again doing the cave, "The one with the casket," as if he didn't remember.
"You bet,"
Ahoy, I'm Crystal greeted them with a "Thought you'd be back, mates," having Mom sit in his lap, rather than beside him, her seat being wet.
"Here's where we have to kiss, right?" Rob reminded her as they approached the coffin.
"My special Mr. Sailor Man," Mom agreed, rounding her mouth.
He'd liked where Mom let him rest her hand while they did it. Definitely a nipple.
At the cafe with the others, he'd liked how Mom's knee was against his under the table.
The driver of the hotel shuttle -- a steamship on wheels -- was a black girl in an admiral's hat. Why do black girls wear white bras? Mom dozing in the seat beside him, he'd put his arm over her shoulder, his hand on her collarbone. He imagined the two of them as castaways on a desert island. He'd find bananas and coconuts. Mom's clothes would be ragged. There'd be a tropical moon as they sleep under the palms.
He wasn't sure that through her mirror, the driver couldn't tell when his reach dropped onto his mother's front, but drivers probably see it all the time. He'd felt her change from nothing to a gumdrop. A Mediterranean gumdrop, maybe.
Back in their room, Mom sighed that arches pay a price for sea-going adventure.
That's not all that's paying a price, he'd thought, so needing to masturbate.
When he emerges from the bathroom, Mom asks him to unhook her bra as she heads for her turn. She holds it in place, but not totally.
He almost calls into the bathroom to ask if she needs anything.
***
KATHY
Sure, Kathy found the cave boat exciting -- in a way it shouldn't, even -- but a mom's entitled to a little fantasy now and then, and at least he noticed.
Maybe she shouldn't have let Rob hold her as he did on the Twister, but it's not like they'd ever ride that one back home. Nobody could have seen much, but even if they had, it's what all the boys were doing.
With just your boy, it's more like a secret date, him trying to impress you, you trying to act younger. Why shouldn't she enjoy a little cat and mouse, her being a smart mouse?
The shower feels so nice, the water streaming down your body. Hotels at a place like this don't skimp on their bathrooms.
Rob's already in his PJs and stretched out on his bed, fiddling with the remote, when she emerges in her nightgown.
"We saw it back home, right?" she asks. "About penguins."
Rob explains that this one's about the Arctic, not the Antarctic. "No penguins."
The polar ecosystem utilizes twenty-four hours of summer sun, the announcer tells them.
To her, it sure looks like the one about penguins, except for there being no penguins.
She can feel his eyes on her missed button.
***
Aloft in the Crows Nest, Rob had steadied her from behind as they'd looked for galleons to plunder, her not minding that in doing so, he was around her front.
There'd been a boy and his mother together taking in the view on one side, the dad and daughter together on the other side. By the way the boy was reaching around his mom from behind, Kathy could tell was more than steadying her. The dad was likewise more than steadying the girl, but maybe that's part of coming up to the Crows Nest, she'd decided.
And, oh, Submarine Deep, where families with young children peered at sunken marvels, while in the back, high-schoolers sea-snaked. She didn't appreciate the high-chested girl's pursuit of Rob, but what could she do?
Maybe because of the girl, she'd passed herself against a Chinese-looking boy. He'd brushed back. She wasn't sure why it aroused her, but it meant nothing.
She'd watched a pair of girls pin a lone boy between them, do something, him all the time looking around.
She'd let another girl steady herself against her while the girl's boyfriend got under her tank top. The girl had given Kathy a smile as if they were sharing a secret, but nobody keeps secrets in a place like this.
It hadn't been much later that she'd felt the hand on her back. Had the Chinese boy circled back? There was probably any number of bras right now being undone around them, but she'd not allow him to undo hers. But if he were to, she'd absolutely not let him keep it,
But what if he then reached elsewhere? Again, she'd never let him, but should he, it would be so strange, masturbated by an unknown boy, 20,000 leagues under the sea, nobody around them knowing.
But what if his intent had been yet more? It would be so strange, being secretly mated a thousand feet underwater. She'd never let Rob know.
But it wasn't that boy Chinese who was behind her. It was Rob and she was saved.
As Rob steered toward the exit, how her blouse lifted up, she wasn't sure She'd tugged it back down over his hand, but as there were all sorts of boys around them, inside their girlfriend's clothing, nobody cared. She really shouldn't be letting Rob do this, she'd decided, something she'd make clear in the future.
Afterward, they'd passed the mom and boy from the Crows Nest eating nachos, the mom now braless. When Rob put his hand on her back, was he suggesting that she could go that way, too? She'd thought of doing it, but decided no, as they might cross paths with the others.
They later came upon the other half of the Crows Nest family resting on a bench, the girl on her dad's lap.
How interesting, a family pairing up like that -- not that a mom and boy couldn't be into the rides, the other two into, say, educational displays, but interesting.
She'd later seen the Chinese boy with his family, but he didn't seem to remember her. He had a sister and she'd read someplace that Oriental families often bathe together.
A trio of girls passed them, their midriffs bare. Bug off, Kathy wanted to inform them -- this boy's with his date.
When she and Rob returned to Sea Cave of Mystery, she'd overheard Ahoy, I'm Crystal ask the pair in front if they'd finally ditched their folks. They'd laughed and the girl climbed onto her brother's lap.
Ahoy I'm Crystal suggested she sit the same, her seat being wet --which it wasn't -- and to Rob, "Arms around your passenger, sailor. Like a life preserver."
Actually, it was more than his lap she was on; each rock of their boat making it more feelable.
What looked to be happening in front wasn't any of her business but the brother and sister could surely have pulled it off easier at home. Here it's more exciting, she supposed. Not that she knew for sure, but it sure looked like it.
Kathy hadn't been that surprised, Rob's taking advantage of her position to again feel her, but twice he'd dropped his hand to her lap, the rock of their boat making it slip back and forth.
On the shuttle -- "All aboard for Seven Seas Inn" -- Kathy snuggles against her boy, but her thoughts drift further -- the two of them on an ocean liner, her straightening his tie before the Masked Ball. She'll be in a mask. Afterward, they'll arm-in-arm along the deck. Back in their stateroom, he'll remove her pearls before a mirror. But suddenly they'll be shipwrecked and make it to a desert island where Rob will construct a hut while she gathers fruit. She'll only have a ragged shirt and a pair of short shorts. At night, they'll put a sheet between them, but it will slip away.
Oh my, suddenly back to the present. She must have drifted off, Rob as well, his arm around her shoulder. More than around her shoulder, actually, but it's fun, and for a moment she rests her hand in his jeans. More than on his jeans, actually, but not for that long. Just curious.
Such a day! Not one they could ever have back home, of course, but a day maybe he'll masturbate about. Maybe her, as well, even, imagining Phil and Sara sound asleep, her and Rob hearing each other.
Passing the hotel pool, they pause. The family she's seen at the Crows Nest sits half-submerged at the shallow end, the girl on her father's lap, grinning away.
The mother's likewise perched on her boy and Kathy can tell by how he's holding her that he's taking advantage of it. Is she aware of what's peeking out above her top?
Maybe she's doing something back, even, but Kathy can't be sure. A little back and forth might be OK, once you're together in the pool.
Rob's behind her, watching, too, his arms around her shoulders, then lower. She doesn't mind, as they themselves are at least almost in the water. But as it might catch the eye of others, she's relieved when he drops to her waist. It's not for long, though before he slips under the bottom of her shirt.
The mother in the pool waves a greeting.
On the Twister, she'd let her behind press against him, but never for long. It's very normal, she'd told herself, for a boy to get the way he was with so much stimulation. It's also very normal for a mom to find herself little that way, too, but this was like the last ride of the day.
. Here at the pool, she's again against his jeans. He's erect and she lets him resume a little of what happened before
The mother in the pool catches Kathy's eye and smiles.
When Rob's hand reaches the bottom of her bra, though, she becomes nervous and says they'd better go in.
The mother in the pool waves a goodnight.
The ones in the pool will probably just brush teeth and hit the sack. Probably just that, but at a place like this, the same corporation owns the rides, the pool, the beds that never are singles.
The college girl at the desk hopes they've had a fun day. "There's some in your bathroom, but in case you want more to wind down with," handing them a backup vial of bath oil, a mermaid on the label.
Kathy says thanks, but their room doesn't have a tub.
"Right," agrees the girl, "but lots of our guests enjoy sharing it in the shower."
Kathy wants to point out that this wouldn't be their case, this being her boy with her, but senses the girl might be aware of that. A place like this probably has all sorts of guests.
In reaching for the vial, Kathy's hip once more encounters Rob. She'd have thought he'd have backed away, but apparently he didn't notice. That he's still hard shouldn't matter to her, but she likes it.
It's funny, Kathy thinks, paying too much for the rides, when on the elevator your heart thumps even faster. She has him unlock their door -- him being better with things mechanical -- and leans into him to see how he swipes the card. Why not? It takes him several swipes.
It's not often you enter a hotel room with some guy not your husband, she says to herself.
It's not yet goodnight time, but she gives Rob a kiss before heading for the shower, from where she almost calls for him to fetch that oil. It's bath oil, not shower oil. That family at the pool probably loaded up with extra vials and the mom's this very minute slickening up her boy on one side of the shower, the girl doing her father on the other.
When she emerges from the bathroom, Rob's on his stomach, watching the TV, making her again wonder about his condition. He explains something about penguins.
She cinches the drapes, latches the door, and turns off the lights. "Makes the screen easier to see," as if she's an optometrist, flopping herself beside him. Would he rub her feet, she asks, flopping herself beside him and tugging up the hem of her nightgown.
"Maybe I'll get one of those Coco Knights tomorrow, you think?" Rob informs her as he sits up.
"Coco what?" not allowing herself to look at his bottoms.
"You know, the drink with the sword."
Probably more emulsifier than coconut, but sure, she agrees. They're at Seven Seas. She'll get the one pressed from organic apples.
She looks.
Go for it, girl, she tells herself. "How about my back," placing her arms under her head.
She likes how he does it through her gown where her breasts smush to the side, each time a little more under. She'd not let him get underneath too far, of course, but lifts to where he could.
As she can't just say, go ahead and do my butt, all she can do is wait.
"Have enough shampoo?" an unexpected inquiry the very moment she's thinking he might.
The narrator tells them, "Having no predators, polar bears do as they like when they like." A mother seal summons her pup with a slap of her flipper.
It's from Canada, Rob informs her, given a reference to First Nations.
What if she were a First Nations mother and the men were off hunting walrus? A First Nations son is shivering because he doesn't eat enough blubber. The TV said that First Nations families share a common pallet. The polar bear skin is soft. First Nations daughter, accustomed as she is to the swish-swish rhythms of igloo nights, won't wake.
So much today was accidental, or at least somewhat explainable, she assures herself. Your boy can make you feel special at a place like this. On the rides. After the rides, even.
She misses the "Their harpoons reflect generations of adaptation to sub-zero survival" footage.
Sooner or later some girl will lay her Rob in some tunnel ride. She'll find condoms in his backpack. He's being responsible, she'll tell herself.
But this is now.
For sure Sara won't settle for leaving Flagship Light Spectacular before the grand finale. Not because of the fireworks, though, but because maybe they, too, did the tunnel ride. She'd get Phil to sit on the farthest-back bleacher where nobody can watch.
Fearing her courage may falter, Kathy rolls onto her back, yawns, and closes her eyelids.
***
ROB
Rob had had some almosts.
That girl in the Sandcastle, definitely he'd have felt her up more if Mom hadn't caught up.
He'd almost laid that girl in the submarine -- well, not per se, but maybe could have if they'd been somewhere else. She'd tugged him by his hand into where the crowd pressed them together and pulled their grip to where the other's legs met. It had made him nervous and he'd said he had to go.
When Mom was his age, did she and her boyfriend fool around on the carousel at the State Fair and then hit the Tunnel of Love? Not that she'd had a boyfriend as far as he knew, though, as all he'd ever heard about was her going to the State Fair with her brother.
But as he said, out the seven seas, you can try places you might not visit ashore.
Standing behind Mom at the pool, he'd put his arms around her, and as they'd watched the swimmers, he'd snuck a hand around her shirt, her not noticing. To pull it off, he'd had to stand where his jeans were against her butt, and it was the sway of their standing that caused the rubbing.
In the water, there'd been the family they'd seen in the Crows Nest, the boy pretty much inside his mom's top. Rob had watched to see if he'd pop her out, but he hadn't.
Watching them made Rob a little bolder and he'd moved his reach to his mom's waist and then up a little under her shorts. When she'd pressed herself backward, he reached up to the bottom of her bra. If he'd kept going, maybe he could have located her nipple, but as she'd have maybe noticed, he'd not tried.
But now safe in their room, the other two absent, he wonders where this might yet go. It's why he'd changed into his PJs, so she could tell how he was and stop things when she wanted. Not that she'd seemed to mind his boner earlier, but that was when nothing more could have happened.When she'd peeked over her shoulder at his bottoms and let him keep back rubbing, did that mean she doesn't mind him being as he can't help but being? Maybe it's related to her coming out of the bathroom braless, nipples like thimbles. She can't help it, either.
He'd been about to do her butt when she'd rolled over.
Her asleep, her undone button, the inside of her breast visible, how much luck has he got left?
Parting the next button reveals what he's after. He's seen her nipples before, of course, but never so directly.
Undoing the button below and the one above exposes her entire breast. He runs a fingertip onto it, an island rising and falling with each breath. He's a lifeboat and docks against the buoy.
He tugs the other side of her gown open as well and does the same.
If she wakes, he hopes she'll think the buttons came undone on their own. Nightgowns could do that. If she doesn't buy it, she might ground him, but she won't tell Dad the reason.
As the hem of her nightgown is up to her knees, he pulls it to where he can touch her panties, at first just where he can tell she has hair, but then lets his finger follow the dent to where it disappears to between her thighs. Does it cause her to stir, or is it just his imagination?
He'd dare not try to get under the material, of course, but it's almost as good, drawing his finger over it, up and down, each time pressing just a little more in. As she's now definitely stirring, he should retreat, but instead pokes the fabric deeper, deep enough in fact to feel the dampness through the cloth.
He's not really doing anything, he tells himself, her panties being where they are, but at the same time knows he's doing something pretty special.
As he's not sure what next to do, he straddles her to where his front does the touching. If she wakes up now, he'll be in deep shit, but for sure won't tell Dad.
Through his pajamas and her panties, he feels her around him and begins to work himself forward. When her hips lift, he pushes into her panties even further. If she wakes up now, maybe she'll let him finish through the fabric before reading him the riot act. For sure they'll have to change into something different.
Only then does he realize the further possibility and slips off his bottoms.
***
KATHY
Watching the mating of arctic wildlife, Kathy learns that male polar bears begin having sex at age six and remain with their female for as much as a week.
It's all she can manage, feigning sleep as Rob undoes the button. Who says you can't play around with your boy in a place like Seven Seas?
Do the employees -- the college girls, especially -- notice more. The girl who ran the boat ride seemed to. The shuttle driver maybe saw where Rob had his hand, but she wouldn't have seen the placement of hers.
She's not that sure she fooled Rob about being asleep on the bus, but so? Families flock to Seven Seas to ride the rides, but other things might happen. It gets complicated.
What she'd found most exciting was that he'd become hard.
It's not until he's removing her panties that she realizes more's about to happen.
It's not as if she's not thought about it today, but she'd never actually thought it might. He's too young and she's his mother. A million reasons.
She feigns deeper sleep and feels the mattress sag as he works his knees between hers. She can't help parting them, but hopefully not that obviously.
It takes a bit for him to find where, and after he does, his entrance is ever so slow. Once in, he hardly moves for the longest time.
It's all she can do to hold herself still, to not take over, but she does her best.
He withdraws, but not fully, and his next feels bolder. Then it's again and again, her wetter and wetter.
Does he think that she'll not awaken, that she'll never know? Would he afterward think he'd done something wrong? Him not knowing it's what she wanted wouldn't be right. A mom owes her boy more. He owes her the same.
All the time she's thinking, she lifts up, falls back, lifts up, falls back. There's no way to not. It's why they came back early. She knows she'll come.
She stabs at the remote to silence a prediction about the environmental effects of increased petroleum extraction. As she's never been good with things mechanical; it's her son who locates the Off.
As she's better with things organic, however, she locks her heels around him so he'll finish in place.
***
SARA
Sara's had a fun day. At the Flagship Light Spectacular, she'd leaned back, covered Dad's arms with hers, and they'd played a guessing game about the fireworks. He'd felt her breasts through her top while they'd debated which colors they best liked, but maybe just because of where she'd moved his hands.
On the elevator, Sara gives him a kiss, a special one, she hopes, as it involves again working his hand onto her breast. As he takes it up as if they were yet at the light show, she knows she's got his attention. Back in their room, she'll buss him goodnight as they head for bed, of course, but here's where to do it right.
The two wait forever for someone to open the latch. "Dozed off," Mom explains, her nightgown clutched around her. "Watching a show about polar bears."
Sara climbs in bed beside her brother, the cover-hog, and as he's already asleep, checks him out. Major cool, what you can do to your brother, him never knowing. Pretty cool what he tries to get away with on you, you the same.
Last year at the shore, Mom and Dad had actually had sex in the motel, thinking they both were asleep, but she'd never asked her brother if he'd really been,
***
DAY 2
Sara
Sara's brain's busy when she wakes. Today she'll order a Tropical Twist, the one where they swirl the foam. Plus get Dad to buy her one of those little seahorses in case she has to do a science fair.
So let's replay yesterday a bit more, she decides.
Mom and Rob footsying while they ate burgers.
Mom latching onto Rob's arm. Since when was her brother such a gentleman?
The two of them skipping the light show.
Mom blaming how long it took to unlatch the door on her being asleep. Her bed hadn't a wrinkle. The one Sara had to share with her brother, on the other hand, had talcum powder on the bedspread.
Mom said they'd been watching a documentary about polar bears. Like she comes all the way to Seven Seas to watch Nature Planet?
Come to think of it, were they late to open the door because they'd been asleep or because they'd been watching TV? She'd said both, Very suspicious, those two.
Mom's panties on the floor. Very, very suspicious.
Mysteries all, but now for the day ahead. Better remember her visor, her Italian one, definitely not the one with a smiling octopus. She'll for sure do more rides on Dad's lap, especially the bouncy ones. For that, she'll wear her gym shorts. Plus her bra that helps her look better.
Shuttle to Seven Seas where the driver, Ahoy, I'm Dorie, welcomes her as "Boatswain," Dad as "Sailor," Rob as "Capitan." and Mom as "Navigator," but then glancing at Rob, decides, "No, First Mate," Mom looks startled.
Once inside the gate, Rob's announcement that he and Mom are off to explore doesn't surprise her. Nor does Mom's ready agreement, definitely not her same-old, same-old self. They're up to something.
"Looks like we're on our own again, then, Mr. Sailor Dad," Sara rules, adjusting her straps.
Climbing the rope ladder at Sailors' Delight, Sara makes sure Dad's right behind. When she warns that she might fall, he saves her, the edge of his push on the inside of her leg. Worked like a charm, she tells herself. Today's going to be so much fun!
Maritime Missile is more her brother's type of ride, she decides -- lots of facts about outer space. An actual rocket wouldn't have an emergency exit. It's in the Sea and Sky Crew Cabin, "Step to the bow, cadets," where she lets their rocket sway her against her dad's elbow, nothing she's not done a million times with boys at school, but there you're holding books.
Rob had mentioned the Hurricane Twister, but hadn't volunteered much. Sara backs herself against her dad, twisting with the storm. Dad being Dad, things take time. The twists work his hold until he's a hand on each breast, but she can tell it's not totally the hurricane's doings. Probably why her brother hadn't volunteered anything about riding this one with Mom.
She wishes she were bigger, but when what you've got isn't much, you need to be better at putting it to use.
She's quick to spot the boys slipping through the crowd fishing for outthrust breasts. Most of the boys are so clumsy at it, but then again, there's hardly reason for them to be sneaky. The setup's to the boys' advantage, she realizes, but it's also about how the fish bait the fisherman.
She watches another mother lagging behind her kids seeming to invite boys to brush against her, surely what she'd not allow at home. One boy passes across two or three times, even.
Not that Sara would snag some cute guy, she realizes, given that her bait's not that competitive, but so what? It's better to fish for the fisherman you came with. It's way safer.
At last in the eye of the sub-oceanic storm, she holds herself motionless so her dad can find her nipples. It might take until the light show to reel him in, is all.
The line for the Sea Cave of Mystery is too long, but Sara knows Rob and Mom did it more than once. As to what they might have done more than once, that's her question. Likely something they'd not be able to pull off on, say, the sea-horse-go-round.
Submarine Deep is exciting. "Buccaneers dead ahead! Prepare to dive!" From the reflection in the glass, Sara knows Dad's not looking at the sunken galleon, and she rolls her shoulders forward as best she can. Not having that much need for it is exactly why she'd chosen her bra. Like her panties, things seem more interesting when eyed on the sly.
The tempest at the sub's stern is way more exciting, however. A girl with pink hair whispers to her about there being too many boys here and puts her hand on Sara's butt. Sara's curious, but as a pair of older girls look to be goosing her dad, goes to his rescue. Once they realize she's his daughter, though, one of them draws her own hand aside and puts Sara's in its place. Dad never catches the switch.
Sara's not sure how long this can continue, but it's resolved when one of the girls whispers, "Have fun tonight," and the two take off.
It wasn't why she intervened, Sara tells herself, just how it worked out. She'd felt his penis lots of times, sitting on his lap, so this wasn't so different, just that it was her hand. He'd not have been the way he was if he'd minded what he thought was the girls' doing. The girls seemed to think that her joining in was more fun than them doing it, themselves, even.
Sara gives it more thought. They'd already made him how he was, but she'd made him more so. It takes strategy, something she's good a keeping her dad from realizing she's his goosy-goosy-gander partner. A dad can be sly, but his daughter's slyer.
OK, his daughter plus two older girls.
It's pretty fun, she had to admit, getting to know more about your dad's penis. It's something you have a right to know about, it having started you off. Unless it was Uncle Larry's, as everybody says she looks so much like Mom.
***
PHIL
Phil hadn't expected Maritime Missile to be so packed, but they're probably not in violation of whatever applies to public rockets. Corporate Counsel for Seven Seas probably wrote the law.
On Hurricane Twister, he watches a boy run his hands over the woman he's holding, perhaps his aunt. Himself holding Sara the same is just how they made the ride. The woman catches Rob's eyes and winks.
Submarine Deep features sea creatures gliding amidst ancient Atlantis. When the floor trembles with the squid attack, he reaches from behind to take Sara's shoulders, from where he can better see her bra.
When a barracuda darts across the seascape, Sara turns to the side and his hand's on her collar. When it drops, her breast feels like an apple, a small one, anyway. Maybe an apple with a raisin on it. He holds her that way until the shark's gone.
As they leave the observation window, the theme music switches from "Yellow Submarine" to "Octopus's Garden" and they pass into a throng in the back where the illumination's mostly blue.
Actually, Phil realizes, it's indeed an octopus garden, legs, arms, hands, torsos all mixed up. The woman and boy Phil had watched on the Twister are there, and Phil hears him call her, "Mom." He's not sure how starfish mate, but imagines it has to do with their middles.
Two girls a bit older than Sara sandwich Phil between them, him rather liking the press, but becoming nervous when one of them reaches for his pants. He turns away, only to find the other waiting. You wouldn't be here, mister; you wouldn't be getting like you're getting if you didn't want us to, he imagines them saying, Relax, sir, or that little girl of yours will notice when you come.
Before they can, though, Sara steps in their way. Saved your daughter who doesn't even know it!
As he steers her toward the exit -- "Shore leave, mates!" -- Sara's hand is on him almost the same way that the girls had been, maybe a little more so, even, as to how much it travels up and down. She doesn't notice anything, though, Phil's pretty sure, as she recalls their escape from the squid.
It's good we're leaving, he realizes. It would be one thing, keeping secret from your daughter that you're being masturbated by unknown girls. It would be altogether another, keeping your climax under wraps when your daughter's the one inadvertently causing it.
As they return to daylight, the woman and boy from the Twister are behind them, the woman smiles at them.
The objective of Speedboat Speedway seems to be ramming your bumper car's bow through the rest of the fleet.
"You're the ballast, dad," decides Ahoy, I'm Zoe, who seems familiar with father-daughter driving teams. "She gets to do the steering," sitting Sara on him. "Try to stay in the water," to both of them.
Sara misses few opportunities to whack those crossing their bow, but at a few knots, such collisions don't do damage.
"Move over, buster," Sara yells at a kid foolish enough to block their path, his mother behind him like a backpack.
Phil tells himself that he's just trying to hold on, his hold where it is, but can't help beginning to rub.
"Got 'em!" laughs Sara, spinning the wheel for drama as they sideswipe another rival, this one captained by a girl, her dad steadying her from behind.
Phil bets that Sara's being so absorbed in being the fastest is why, when he looks over her shoulder and can see her bra, he can tell that she's excited. As nobody can tell, no harm in looking.
He hardly realizes it when he drops his hand under the wheel and onto her shorts, and as she gives no indication of noticing it and her cuff's right there, curls his fingers under it and touches the bottom of her panties.
She parts her legs not really that much, and the waves make her bounce against him, and after a few moments, their craft slows behind the pack.
Don't go there, he tells himself, but he already has, and he begins to run a fingertip over her. Just a little at first, then maybe a little more, even a little bit denting into the fabric. Not that he's trying to do anything, but he's where he maybe could.
He'd have pulled away if he could, but it's her hand on his that makes him keep doing it.
At least their vehicle is away from the others. Ahoy, I'm Zoe probably has her spyglasses on them, but what can he do?
Anyway, they're not the only speedboats to have quit speeding. Both the mom and the boy and the dad and the girl have slowed, too.
Sara tenses and then shudders.
Oh, Jeeze! But after a moment, she giggles and gets back in the race.
At her age, he realizes, it doesn't take much. It of course shouldn't have happened, but sometimes something does.
They head for the dock where Ahoy, I'm Zoe waves a flag "Takes teamwork, right?"
Docking behind them are the girl and father they'd sped past, followed by the mother and boy they'd almost sideswiped. Phil hadn't caught that the mother's braless, but she's most definitely without, the splashing of the racecourse making it even more obvious. The mom and daughter are smiling; the boy and dad, looking a bit flustered until their respective captains give them a kiss.
Ahoy, I'm Zoe calls out, "Do come again," which to Phil seems to be directed to the girls. Bra or no bra, Phil wonders, maybe speed boating works out the same.
***
SARA
When the four of them meet for dinner, Mom and Rob are staring at far-away objects. Those two have a secret, Sara's positive.
"Going to catch the light show again?" Mom suggests with her such-a-fun-idea voice. "They say it's different every night. Rob and I, though, we're just not late-nighters."
"We'll head back, too," Sara informs her, suspecting it's not what her mother wants to hear.
Mom indeed looks disappointed, but turns to Rob and brightens. "But then again, maybe let's see it. We'll find a better place to watch," And then to Sara, "Don't wait up."
Sara tugs Dad to the shuttle and they find a seat removed from the others. It takes just a few moments to get Dad's arm where she wants it. An old pirate trick -- let the merchantman think he's the pirate for a while.
OK, Daddy-O, she decides, a game she'll call "Pirate Prize."
"Merchantman on the horizon!" thinks Pirate Lookout Sara to Pirate Captain Sara.
"All hands on deck and full speed ahead," or whatever captains who wear eyepatches order, as she slides her hand onto the merchantman's thigh.
"Bring her alongside, Matey," she tells herself, pretending to be wearing a lace cuff. "Alongside. A long side." She'd want to remember that one in case she ever writes a story for girls.
She counts to ten for suspense before edging her finger. When a pirate pulls alongside a big boat, its sides loom high, she reminds herself.
"Shiver me timbers and raise the Jolly Roger," she commands herself, not exactly sure what "shiver me timbers" means, but it has a fierce ring.
Dad seems startled and deflects her.
She counts to five in Spanish and re-approaches, him now just feathering above her knuckles. He's by now shut his eyes.
Using her pinkie as a grappling hook, she hoists herself on board, pleased with her seagirlship. She'd pretty much gotten her hand around him on the submarine, but here, it's a pirate's right.
Were she to rob a bank, she'd have to skedaddle before the sheriff arrives, but with a treasure seized on the high seas, you've got time.
No one can see below their seatback. They probably call them bulkheads on a boat bus, though. "Privateering in Private," you might say.
She claims her prize as far as his pants allow. So easy. Probably many hidden treasures have been captured on this very shuttle. Most often, though, the pirate's probably the lad, not the lassie.
She's got the rest of the ride to check him out, but she'll not make him come, picturing him spouting like a whale. The whale theme merits some thought. They call them sperm whales, don't they? The book's called Moby Dick.
Don't worry, Dad, she wants to assure him. Our little Seven Seas game, Mom and Rob need not know about. She won't add that those two have maybe themselves been playing their own little game, Mom's panties on the floor last night perhaps having been an indication they'd played even further.
Actually, nobody seeing through their seat back doesn't mean the driver, a black girl, can't see in the mirror, but she probably sees things all the time.
"Sail on, sister," the driver says to her when they get off.As soon as the two of them enter their room, she switches on the TV.
Some hotels get special channels, but this one's family-friendly. It would be rad, though, watching Dad pretending to not watch some porn star ooh and ahh.
A travelogue about animals of Argentina is all that she can find, rabbits making more rabbits.
Sara hooks the chain in case Flagship Light Spectacular ends early and motions for him to sit beside her on the bed, then hops up into his lap and pulls his hands around her.
As she thought he might, he begins to rub, first her middle, just a little, but then more. He pulls away when she wiggles, but then returns.
Again she moves, but this time sideways to where she can find his buckle. As she undoes it, he works down her shorts. The TV drones on -- something about sheep.
Smart idea, gym shorts, he tells herself.
****
PHIL
Was what happened on the shuttle just his imagination? Phil had wondered as he and Sara waited for the elevator, and who should have appeared but the mom and boy with whom they'd shared the speedboat racetrack. Phil unsuccessfully tried not to look at her breasts.
"Skipping the light show thing?" the woman had asked, moving to where he had a better view, to which he'd explained that the other two had stayed, but he and Sara had watched it last night.
"Same for us two. You two want to hang out?"
"Uhh..." unsure what she meant.
"Maybe Brian," indicating her boy, "comes to your room and you hang out in mine."
"Uhh..."
"He'll put on what he's supposed to," the woman promised. "It's a rule."
Phil had to think fast. "Sara's still... you know..."
The woman looked surprised, then grinned. "Shouldn't be slowing you up, then! Beth and Karl hung out, her first time, last night. Why we two stayed for the light thing," and with that, she and her boy headed up to themselves hang out. "He doesn't have to wear one for me, though." she clarified. "I'm covered."
Phil and Sara waited for the next elevator, and once in it, she kissed him as she fished in his front pocket for the key card.
At last in their room, Phil needs to decompress.
When Sara calls from the shower that she needs some of that oil on the counter, he does his best to not peek.
"Water's fine," from behind the glass. "Probably room for two," opening it. He's seen her naked before, of course, but that was when she was little. She seems unfazed that he sees her so now.
He knows he shouldn't, but strips to his underpants.
She eyes them. "Mom will wonder why they're wet," and he gets as she is, trying with the vial of bath oil to cover what can't be hidden.
"The oil," she requests, placing it beside the one already on the soap holder.
***
SARA
"We got time," Sara declares, wondering if he thinks turning away hides anything.
"Time?"
Directness conveys authority, something she learned in English. Go for it, she tells herself. "To masturbate you back."
"What?"
Keep up your momentum, she reminds herself. "You made me come when I was driving the boat, right?" but not a question.
"I what?"
"That girl running the ride gave us a thumbs-up, even. I'll oil us up," retrieving the vial from the soap rack.
"Listen..." her dad swallows, as she begins on his shoulders.
"Those two girls in the submarine. You were almost there when I saved you, right?" as what she wanted was for him to know she was in charge.
"It was just..." his explanation as she does his chest.
"I tried to do it back on the bus," dismissing him, "but there wasn't enough time." Not true, actually, but she'd not wanted it to be a transit thing. Almost got beyond her, though.
She waits a moment. "We could have gone with that lady and her boy, but that would have been different," and with that, takes into hand that part of him that might require extra bath oil. He'd felt big through his trousers nearly all day, but now in the buff, he seems even bigger. She makes a point of inspecting so he'll know who's the boss.
It's not as if she actually knows what next to do, but once he begins to move in response to her stroking, she knows she's on the right track. She pulls him out of the shower stream to not miss seeing his squirts, as which she's heard, they can be really high.
But then she decides differently I'm the monkey and you're the tree?" hooking her arms around his shoulders to shinny up to where she can roll him back and forth over where her legs come together.
This she does for a moment or two, but then she slides higher, high enough for his roll to become an upward poke.
But why wait till my birthday, she asks herself.
. "My early fifteen," she informs him.
"Huh?" but too late, as she's begun to slide herself down.
She'd assumed she'd be on the bottom for her first, like what happened to her girlfriends, but being on top is better and she's the one in charge.
But she's hardly halfway onto him when the hallway door begins banging.
***
PHIL
Not that he'd actually do anything on Sara's birthday, of course, but he'd bring a rubber -- one of those lubricated kinds -- just in case.
But as he was thinking that maybe now's the time to lay her back -- maybe she'd let him -- she'd hopped up. "I need a shower. They've got lavender."
"What?"
"Soap."
He'd still been unsure when she'd called for him to get her the bath oil, but once in the shower with her, the way she'd grinned at his hardon meant he really didn't have a choice. He'd just never thought of doing it to her in a shower, was all. He'd always imagined it being on her bed. Not that where really mattered, though. Here is a perfect place for it, actually.
He'd lined her up above him so she'd slip onto him. Not by him pushing her down, but by letting gravity take its course. An accident, he could thus claim, and later say that as it had in fact happened, there's really no reason to not try it again. She'd get into it, of that he was positive.
She'd begun to descend, was just about around his tip, and was twitching like she was about to begin her orgasm even before he was all the way, but that's when Kathy and Rob knocked.
He shouldn't have panicked.
Now in bed, though, it's not Sara he's with; it's Kathy who responds the moment he touches her. Show me what your honkin' rod of steel can do, she's probably saying.
You bet, honey! You're in for major fun tonight.
He hopes Sara's asleep, but if not, she'll hear what he's doing and start masturbating.
***
KATHY
Kathy and Rob had hardly gotten started when they passed the family they'd seen at the Crows Nest The mother waved and Kathy waved back, not missing that the other was today sans bra.
Kathy had removed hers in the first lavatory she and Rob passed, but she'd found the rides too bouncy and put it back on.
At the cave, Ahoy, I'm Crystal had grinned and declared the boat behind them to be unseaworthy, making the next folks wait. Kathy parked herself on Rob without being instructed and Ahoy, I'm Crystal sent them off with, "Your boat won't tip over."
But in the boat ahead, there had been children looking backward.
Had the two of them had the Crows Nest to themselves, the whole of Seven Seas could have watched their heads with no clue about below the parapet, but no such luck.
She nixed another submarine ride, picturing a troop of boys taking turns making her orgasm. Not that she could have more than maybe twice, but Rob would have noticed.
Just as well she'd nixed it, seeing Phil and Sara heading that way soon thereafter and she imagined the two coming upon her and Rob. She'd have had to do some quick thinking.
Polly's Pancakes -- Rob's choice, not hers -- had had its moment as they sampled syrups from every port. But only so much can happen on a dining patio. He'd learned enough to know where to reach, but her shorts were in the way. She'd draped a napkin of tropical motif over his efforts, but had he succeeded, it would have fallen off.
She'd almost let Rob do her at the light show, but for the clan behind them. Probably Mormons, the older girls being junior wives. Watching the skyrockets, she was rather sure she could hear them behind her the making of more Latter-Day Saints.
The problem on the shuttle was the gay couple across the aisle. Nothing against gays, of course, just how they overdo it.
Now lying next to her husband, she has so much to think about.
After they'd split from Sara and Phil this morning, she should have brought Rob back here. The hotel staff's probably used to a mother and son returning mid-morning, hanging the Do Not Disturb on the doorknob.
Did the other two have intercourse at the light show while she and Rob were having it on the bed? He'd clearly been a virgin, and as best she knew, so had been Sara. What are the odds of both parents with their virgin kids at the same time? Really slim.
That family she'd seen at the Crows Nest and by the pool is probably right now together on the same bed, side by side, working the box springs to the max. A place like this wouldn't have cheap ones, but they still could make some noise. That's why for a place like this, they probably install double soundproofing.
Having herself come to age in a close-knit family, she knows things can happen.
Were the other two again at it when she and Rob got back tonight? Phil had looked flustered and Sara seemed so displeased to see them.
A crazy place, a theme park -- riding rides with your kids and having sex with them afterward. Would Phil have thought to bring a rubber? Probably not, but Sara will remind him in the future. Once Kathy ferrets out where he stashes them, she'll know how often.
She again thinks of that other family. Maybe they'll be at the breakfast bar tomorrow. She'll get to chatting with the mother and they'll decide to meet up back here next year. Just a thought, but she'll look around at breakfast.
But back to the here and now. The kids look asleep. She's needing it.
"Long day," she whispers to no one in particular, flips on the radio -- one of those hotel-room models with oversized numbers -- finds an easy listening station and cranks up the volume of John Denver.
If you can't finish your day right at Seven Seas, you might have just as well stayed ashore.
***
ROB
Rob's awakened by a poke to his ribs. Rudely so, as a matter of fact. He'd been dreaming, about standing in front of the school assembly and Mom being the principal, except she's an Eskimo and he's lost his sealskin trousers but she's the only one who knows and...
"They're doing it!" his sister whispers, though between James Taylor, the air conditioning, and now their folks' mattress, there's no need to whisper.
"What?"
"Listen, dummy!"
Once he does, Holy crap! Mom and Dad, right here! As he doesn't want to appear nonplussed, however, "That's how Mom likes it -- noisy."
"Like you know?"
"How I did her when you were at the light show."
"You what?"
"Laid her."
"For real?"
"Came inside her, even."
"Pervert"
"Like you didn't with Dad?"
"We were just in the shower. You better not have made a baby."
"I don't think so," as if he'd thought about it.
***
SARA
Rob's having laid Mom she finds questionable, but it explains a few things. Most likely it was Mom who laid Rob, but she'll not deflate his version.
She and Rob have a perfect view of their folks. They wouldn't be making so much racket if they wanted it a secret.
"We could do something, too, you think?" Rob interrupts her watching.
"Like what?" as if she'd not been thinking along those lines, herself.
"Just with our hands."
"You don't even know how."
"You could teach me."
She thinks for a minute. It would be fun, but she's no longer little. "No way!"
"Just an idea."
Dad's birthday fifteen will be so awesome; of that she's certain. That plus some new clothes, or better yet, a gift certificate. Uncle Larry can give her his fifteen, too. She always sits on his lap to open it, him behind her unwrapping, updating himself on how much better she now fills her bra, her pretending not to notice. It makes her feel older. That plus how what she's sitting on becomes more interesting. Pretty fun. This year while the others are looking at her cake and he's feeling her nipples, she'll slip her hand behind her to let him know what else she's now old enough for.
Sometimes when Dad's away, Uncle Larry stops by for longer, and she and Rob hear Mom and her brother in the bedroom, but they never tell Dad.
But it's a long time till her birthday.
Half her soccer team says they've done it, but they're exaggerating, except for Katelyn. But if she waits too long, Jessica will beat her out for second. It having been with Dad would mean that she won't be able to say with who. With her brother, though, they'll think it's cool.
Why wait any longer?
"How about what you did to Mom," pulling off her top before pulling the covers over her to shed her bottoms. It's one thing, showing your brother your boobs; it's another, showing the rest.
"Like you mean...?"
"Before I change my mind," reaching for his penis. She's somewhat impressed, actually. Not that she hadn't goosed him before and gotten him hard, but knowing it's about to go into you makes it seem larger.
As he seems to know approximately what to do, she allows that maybe he was telling the truth, but as that would make this just his second time, she shouldn't have great expectations.
When she begins making little sounds, he tries to shush her, but she doesn't see why. She wishes she'd not mentioned babies -- a girl shouldn't start with a halfway -- but he seems to have already forgotten. Just in case, though, she hooks her heels around him so he'll finish where she wants him to.
She finishes about as she'd have on her own, but that's OK. Lots of girls don't come that much, their first time. She's heard that afterward you can feel the sperm swimming, but doesn't find that to apply to her brother's. He'll get better with practice.
"Wow!" she whispers for Mom to overhear. Dad's probably not even listening.
***
On the radio, the Carpenters' "Close to You."
Two hotel-quality mattresses, sometimes swishing, sometimes squeaking, sometimes thumping, sometimes recuperating. Sometimes in concert and sometimes one taking cues from the other. Familiarities and discoveries. Encouragements, giggles. Oohs and ahhs. A sea-going quartet sometimes flying like dolphins, sometimes floating like jellyfish.
The radio turns off because it has some sort of a timer.
A family of four at Seven Seas.