Abducted family

I had just turned 12 when my dad bought this huge sailboat. He was a computer whiz who had made lots of money on a couple of inventions, sold his business to a conglomerate, got frustrated with corporate bullshit, and bailed out, cashing in his stock options in the process. He was 40, mom was 35, my sister Anastasia (Stasi for short) was 15 and a brat. Dad thought a summer long cruise in the Caribbean would help us ‘re-connect’ as a family.

Our crew (dad had money, but no sailing knowledge) consisted of Derek, an Aussie, who was Captain, Kelso, an Afro-American, his fist mate, and Jackie, an ox-strong half wit who was the deck hand.

It was Derek who talked mom and dad into doing the boat thing. He had been hired on as a handyman/groundskeeper, recommended by one of mom’s friends. He seemed friendly enough, was always polite at the house, and offered me deck chores to help keep me busy.
I was fascinated by all his talk of pirate lore, and spent a lot of time topside listening to his tales of the high seas. The only thing that made me uneasy was the way he stared at mom and sis, but they were always parading around on deck in bikini’s, and I had to admit that mom looked good in hers. On the other hand, Stasi looked HOT in hers and there were times when I got a hard-on looking at her.

We were several days out from Miami, having made port at Tortola and Antigua, our next scheduled ports-of call were St Lucia and Curacao. Then it happened! We were all on deck enjoying the sun when Derek sat down next to mom and reached over, sliding his hand inside her bikini top.

“Derek! What the ..” she stammered, totally surprised by his actions.

“Oi know ya loik it Grace” he snapped back, pinching her ample breast with his hand.

Dad made to get up and was re-seated by Kelso, who pointed a pistol at him and told him to sit down. “What the hell is the meaning of this?” dad said, looking at Derek.

“Why don’t you ask the Missus?” Derek answered, exposing both of Grace’s breasts while he held her in place.

“Tell me what? Grace, what’s he talking about?”

“Go ahead! Tell ‘im luv.”

Mom was silent.

“Tell ‘im how you and me, we been fookin‘ loik rabbits for the last six months.”

Mom just hung her head, unable to look at either man. She couldn’t resist Derek’s pawing at her chest, nor could she bring herself to answer her husbands questioning eyes.
“You two have been screwing for the last six months?” dad yelled trying to get up, only to look down the barrel of Kelso‘s pistol. “Grace! Is this true?”

“Go on luv! Tell ‘im!” Derek sneered as he ripped her bikini bottom off. “Tell ‘im how much you loved it when I ate you out, telling me how he never had time for you anymore. Tell ‘im how you begged me to fuck you. To make you cum. Go on…tell ‘im”

“Grace?”

“It….it’s true Ted. All of it” she sobbed, still unable to look her husband in the eye.

“Jackie! Tie them up, while me and the missus get reacquainted.”

Jackie tied dad so he couldn’t move, but just lashed Stasi and I together so we couldn’t act independently, but we all had a perfect view of Derek and mom as he sucked on her exposed nipples, making them hard.

“Please Derek! Don’t do this! Please stop!” she pleaded as he chewed on her nipples.
Derek pulled away and stood up, walking toward dad. He undid dad’s shorts and pulled them off, followed by his boxers. Then he came toward Stasi and me. He untied the string on her bikini top, exposing her ripe young breasts. She screamed!

“Scream all ya want, girl, no one can hear ya!” Derek said, smiling lasciviously as he went to pull off her bottoms. Stasi crossed her legs foiling Derek’s plan. Yanking a knife from his pocket, he snarled “I can pull ‘em off, or I can cut ‘em off, what’ll it be?”

Stasi relaxed her legs and Derek pulled the skimpy material over her hips, leaving Stasi totally naked. Derek looked at Grace, then looked at Stasi, and said, “You’re a little smaller in the titties, girl, but otherwise, you’re a chip off the old block.”

Turning to me, he grinned as he pulled off my swim trunks. There I sat, my twelve year old virgin cock sticking up 6 inches in the air. “And you, laddie.” he said, “ don’t appear to take after yer old man. At least not in the manhood department.”

Returning to Grace he ordered her onto her hands and knees. Standing behind her, he dropped his pants. Out sprang an uncut seven inch boner. He knelt down behind mom, reaching underneath her, caressing her puss lips with his hand.

“What do you want? Money? I’ll give you money! The boat? What?” screamed dad, struggling against his bonds.

“Shut up, Ted! I don’t want yer money! I’ve already got yer boat! We want yer women! You can‘t satisfy ‘em. So we will” Derek laughed as he pushed the head of his cock against the lips of mom’s cunt.

“Nooooo!