Part 17
Giving Mum the keys to Beth's Q5, we watched as she drove out of the Marina, her son, Jack, waving furiously from the back seat. From the reports we had been getting back from Caroline and 2 of our engineers, she had a mammoth task in front of her. The Marina in Italy was very stuck in its way's but, having given her total authority and a generous budget, we were confident of her ability. Returning to the house, Beth was clinging to me, between her sobs I understood that she was going to miss our Mum.
"I hope she looks after Betsy," she sobbed.
It took a moment for me to realise she was talking about her car. It seemed she wasn't particularly concerned with the financial risk, the fact that her mum was heading off to a new country to start a new life, just that Betsy, her bloody car got washed and polished regularly!
The next few days were hectic, lots of meetings with our French and German managers, ensuring most outstanding issues were dealt with. It hadn't taken mum long to get started in Garda, reading her 1st report, it seemed she had bumped heads with the house keeping manager and engineering manager. Mum had obviously forgotten that she was in charge, asking me for permission to dismiss housekeeping and send the engineering manager to Germany for training. Apparently, some of the boats and chalets were suffering from a lack of cleaning and maintenance.
"This is your job, you have to make it work, am fairly sure you don't want or need me to nursemaid you," I replied.
As thing's settled down, I tried to help Beth with Admin, after less than a day, she banned me from her office! Turning my attention to Canada, I arranged for part of the hotel on site to be made ready for Beth, Mabel, Ruth, Christine, and I to move in. Hans was supposed to come to my office for our weekly meeting at 14.00, at 14.30 I called his mobile, I was irritated when his assistant answered, but I had to smile as I remembered his resistance to being given a mobile. Knowing that Hans constantly worked a 15-hour shift, I assumed he had forgotten about our meeting. On impulse I called our car dealership and asked them to source and buy a fully loaded Volvo XC90, 7-seater, adding that I wanted it in silver, with a car phone and before the end of the month.
At 16.00 a harassed looking Hans burst into my office, "I am so sorry Mike, my car broke down, it took ages for the mechanic to come."
Sitting him down, I poured us 2 fingers of whisky as he shuffled through his paperwork. The figures he presented me, were superb, every boat was booked until the winter shutdown, France was slightly down, but Germany was up. Laughing at his request to replace 5 of the older boats and put another 5 on the fleet, I reminded him, that was his responsibility, if he thought the business could afford it, he did not need to ask me. Listening to his projections and forecasts amused me, he was even better than I had hoped, my phone stopped him mid-sentence.
Herr Smitt the dealer principle of our car dealership surprised me; he had sourced a XC90, it was being delivered overnight. Asking me if I wanted it ASAP as he could have it ready for about 9am, adding that he had a great deal on it at 65,000 CHF. The list was 80.000, remembering our stormy meeting earlier in the week, as he had missed his dealer bonus, I asked him to get it ready, deliver it and bill me personally, for 70,000. Telling Hans that I had other stuff to do, I asked him to come back at 7am in the morning.
As we finished our meeting, I saw the big Volvo come in on the back of a transporter. I had noticed that Hans had arrived in a taxi this morning, seeing him about to leave, I asked him where his car was.
"It needs a new engine," he replied sadly. As we walked outside, Hans barked,
"Das ist mein parkplatz,"
"Yes, it is, my friend, that is your car, so it should be parked in your space." I said, struggling to keep a straight face.
Hans, started to protest that the Marina could not afford such a car, he looked stunned as I explained that it was not a company car, it was his, the registration was in his name. Telling him to take the day off and take his wife out for lunch, the driver handed him the keys and documents. I was not sure who was happier, Hans with his new car or me, seeing the huge grin on his face as he slid into the driver's seat.
Beths morning sickness had finally stopped, at 18 weeks pregnant she looked stunning and radiant as she made me coffee. Feeling my cock twitch and start to fill as her dress rode up her thighs, the material stretched tight over her breasts as she struggled to reach something in a cupboard. Going to her, I ignored her protests as I scooped her up and carried her to bed. My legs and left arm were still weak from the accident, causing me to struggle a little on the stairs. Laying her gently on the bed, we shared a long passionate kiss, as I undid the buttons on her dress.
Undoing all the buttons on Beths dress, her milky white skin and baby bump were revealed to my hungry eye's. Slowly kissing my way up the soft skin of her belly I undid her bra, allowing her sumptuous breasts to spring free. Latching onto a hardening nipple, I rolled my tongue as I sucked and nibbled on her breast, squeezing her ample sensitive breasts, caused my sister to emit a long low moan. Lifting her arse for me, I slid her panties off, her scent filling my senses as my tongue slid through her pubes into the furrow of her sex. Turning into 69, I revelled in the sensation as she took my rock-hard cock into her willing mouth. Lowering my head between her legs I saw her pussy was already very wet, her long sex lips starting to splay apart. Spreading her lips with my fingers I watched as her pinkness started to turn a darker hue and inhaled her musky scent. Moving her mons up slightly caused her erect clitty to pop out, its white tip, like a beacon amongst the folds of pink flesh. Flicking her most delicate area with my tongue, caused her to writhe and redouble her efforts on my cock. Pushing 2 fingers into her and nibbling on her clit, my fingers found the spongy area on the front wall off her pussy, launching her into a massive orgasm her pussy clamping onto my fingers, my cock expanded and jerked as I shot a load into her mouth.
It had been a while since we had sex as her nausea often lasted all day, it had been even longer since we spent the day in bed. Although we had been married for nearly 15 years, sex was still extraordinary her body and pretty face still made me feel like a teenager and the luckiest man alive. We made long slow love 3 more times, gliding into her silky softness was delicious, the feeling as her pussy opened around my hard cock were sublime. Feeling her cum, her pussy rippling and rolling along my length as she gripped my girth were fantastic. As my cock spurted its 4th load deep inside her grasping pussy, I flopped onto the bed and was asleep in seconds.
Finally, I was confident that our company was in good hands, so started planning our trip, Mabel came over with Christine, to look after Ruth, as we had decided to go to Canada for a few weeks on our own. I was still unsure what I wanted to do with the defunct business on the shores of Lake Ontario. Over the last few months, Jack had reported that there had been a lot of interest in the site, with several searches recorded on its ownership. Promising Ruth that we would see her in a month, maybe less, we drove to the airport. Landing in Toronto, we collected our rental from Hertz and drove east for about 80kms. It was dark as we followed the sat nav, to a small town called Coburg, the real estate agent was waiting for us. Introducing herself as Betty, she handed us the keys with a thick folder of paperwork.
"I will of course be pleased to act on your behalf, if any of the offers in the file interest you," she said.
I wasn't really in the mood for a sales pitch after a long flight, trying to be polite we took the keys and paperwork, assuring her we would give the file consideration we drove to the hotel. Our hearts sank as the car's headlights picked out the worn and faded weatherboard, a dilapidated sign hanging at an acute angle, "Peacehaven Hotel and Marina." Stopping the car, I put the headlights on full, the parking lot was full of boats, some on trailer's most on props. Judging by the rust on the metal trailer wheels, they had been there a long time, a knock on the window made us jump, rolling the window down, the man introduced himself.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you folks, my name is Joe, you must be Beth and Mike. I used to be the manager here, have been looking after things, since Harry bought it. Your apartments are round the back, the builders you sent did a fantastic job, must have cost more than the old place has had spent on it in years."
"Ok, thank you, where do you live?"
"Oh, I live in the Hotel, have done for years," he said, a worried look crossing his face.
Bidding him goodnight we drove to our apartments, the old man was right, the builders had done a great job. A complete wing of the old building had been refurbished, approaching the newly laid parking area, activated lights, giving us our 1st proper look at our new home. The sheen of the newly painted weatherboard, new tarmac, and mowed lawns in stark contrast to the tumbledown, overgrown appearance of the rest of the building.
Holding the key fob to an electronic reader, the door clicked open. Lights flickered on revealing a short corridor, with stairs leading off it. A newly painted door at the end matched the number 1 on our key card. I hadn't paid much attention to the plans sent by the Canadian builder, the results took my breath away as we entered the apartment. A small entrance hall led to a spacious lounge, with a 3-piece suite and massive Tv. Doors leading off the lounge, led to a fully equipped kitchen, utility room and dining room. Exploring further we found 4 bedrooms, 3 with en-suite bathrooms and a family bathroom. The master bedroom was huge, the bed fully made up, with 2 notes stuck to a pillow.
The 1st was from the builder, apologizing one of the apartments wasn't finished but, promising that noise and disturbance would be kept to a minimum. The other from Joe.
"Hi, I hope you like the apartment, unfortunately, despite our best efforts, there is still work to be done, however, most are on the roof and far end of the building. My wife has stocked the fridge freezer, we even managed to find some English tea bags, that Harry was so fond of!
Welcome to Canada.
Regards Joe and Betty.
Harry had been here! Wishing he had spoken to me about it, I resolved to speak with Joe in the morning to find out if Harry had shared any plans with him. Climbing into bed, exhaustion overtook Beth and I, we were asleep by 4 am English time, 10 pm Canadian.
The hands on my Tag Heur watch said 7.30 as I woke, Beth was still fast asleep, so I quietly padded to the bathroom for a piss. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I noticed 2 dressing gowns hanging on the door. Putting the larger one on I went into the lounge and flicked the Tv on, after the local news a weathercaster said that today was going to be in the high 80's with a light south westerly breeze. After the weather, came adverts, starting to walk into the kitchen I stopped as I saw an advert for the latest Cadilac Escalade, taking a note of the dealership name, I put the coffee machine on and found some tea bags.
Wondering when Beth was going to get up, I looked at my watch, 9.05. Thinking about taking Beth a cup of tea I changed my mind and picked my mobile up. Googling the local Cadilac dealer I saw they had a demo Escalade and several in stock, calling them, I started to explain to the salesperson what I wanted. Taking some details, Steve suddenly became a lot friendlier when he realised, I owned the old Marina and hotel, explaining that Joe was his uncle. As we talked about the various models they had in stock, and the array of improvements G.M had made since I owned mine, Beth came into the room, naked.
Realising I was talking to a car salesperson, her grin grew to a huge smile, kneeling in front of me, her warm hand found my cock. As my twin sister took me in her mouth, I was raging hard, her head bobbing up and down as her tongue worked its magic on my bell end. As Steve continued telling me about the new V8, 6.2 engine, Beths efforts were starting to affect my ability to hold a conversation. As my cock jerked and spurted ropes of thick spunk down her throat, I had to cover the phone to mute my grunts and groans of pure pleasure.
Grinning at Beth as she licked a stray blob of spunk from her chin, I shook my head and mouthed "Oh god no" as she resumed sucking and licking my cock. Steve was busily going through finance options and trying to get me to the dealership for a test drive. Eventually he said he would bring the car to me later in the day, to get him off the phone as I felt myself start to stiffen, I agreed to a 14.00 appointment.
The moment I put the phone down, Beth took my cock from her mouth and straddled my legs, guiding my hardness to her sex. It didn't seem to matter how many times Beth and I fucked, every time I entered her it felt special, unlike any other woman. I guessed that Beth had woken up horny and had been playing, before coming to find me. As my cock forced her delicate folds apart, her groaning and sobbing increased as an orgasm racked her body. Grabbing her arse cheeks, I lifted her and pummelled her as hard and fast as I could. Beth squealed and yelped as she came again and again, eventually as her pussy worked on my length, I shot a heavy load deep into my sister, lover, and wife.
"Wow, that was fucking amazing, what's for breakfast?"
"Whatever is in the fridge, you can cook while I am in the shower." She said, as she playfully swatted my head.
Finding eggs, cheese and ham I made 2 omelettes with bread and butter. As the omelettes cooked, I opened the curtains in the lounge and dining room. The view of the lake, from the lounge was stunning as the water glistened and sparkled, with the backdrop of a small Island and clear blue sky. After breakfast, Beth and I wandered around the hotel, noting that it did not seem as run down as we had thought. Most of the rooms had their curtains drawn, peering through an open window we could see a sparsely furnished, comfortable large room.
Walking to the front of the hotel, we were startled as a truck towing a machine, hurtled down the road towards our apartments. A car following the truck stopped, the driver rushed over to us,
"Das tut mir leid,Wir dachten nicht,das jemand bis morgen heir war, (Sorry about that, we didn't think anybody was here until tomorrow).
"That's ok, just took us by surprise. We are well impressed with our apartment, if all the apartments are finished to the same standard, we will be very happy."
"Oh, you are English, we were told you were swiss, anyway, my name is Brian, Manager of works. The machine is to finish the groundwork around your apartment building. I am glad you like the apartment, we have had a few problems, but the remaining works will be finished by next week. I hope you will consider us if you renovate the Hotel and Marina."
Assuring him I would, we walked around to the parking lot that was full of boats. Climbing aboard a 30' Sea Ray boat, I was surprised to see that she was in excellent condition inside, the hull needed a clean but seemed sound. Peeling the weather cover off one of the Mercury 200BHP outboards I hoped that the engine was as good as it looked. Hearing Joe's voice I called for him to come aboard.
"Does this belong to the Marina, how long has it been out of the water? I asked.
"Yes, you own all the boats here, I have tried to look after them. Annabelle has been out of the water for 5 years; I have run her engines every year. I think you would prefer Shona, to explore the lake, she is a 25' Swedish built boat, great in rough water."
"Well thanks for the advice, but I like this, Annabelle you said, can you get her in the water in a few days? Obviously, I will cover all costs."
"Of course, I will call John, he used to work here, he is retired now, but is a very good engineer. I have all the interior stored in the hotel, will get that out and aired ASAP."
I began to think Joe was worth his weight in gold as we walked around the mooring, he had obviously kept the floating docks and landing staithes in good order, all looked ready for use. Having a much better understanding of "Peacehaven" as a potential business proposition, we walked back. I called Jack, as I knew he had received a cost of refurbishment. A sleepy sounding Jack agreed to send me the various quotes and propositions he had when he got in the office. Apologising profusely, I promised to bear the 6-hour time difference in mind in future. As we passed reception an F350 truck towing a large trailer pulled alongside Annabelle, the Sea-ray boat.
Returning to the apartment, Beth and I spoke at length about the opportunity and possible new life in Canada. Agreeing that it was something we both wanted, we kissed and cuddled on the large sofa. My phone rang, spoiling the moment. It was Joe, telling me that "Steve was here and was it all right to send him up."
Going outside, Beth groaned as she saw the big Cadilac parking in front of us.
"Oh my god, you want another one of those things. Why don't you buy a Mercedes or Audi, even a Range-Rover?"
Ignoring her, I shook Steves hand as I admired the sweeping lines, shiny chrome, and gleaming blue paintwork of the Escalade. Sliding into the Camel leather interior, I felt totally at home. As I adjusted the electric seat and admired the dashboard instruments with massive full colour Sat Nav and info panel, I knew I was going to buy it. Starting the engine, I realised that Steve had brought the car, that closely matched my requirements, it had 11 miles on it. Deciding not to bother driving it, I asked for the total price.
"Well with all the extras on this car it lists at around 95,000 Canadian dollars," he said
"How much if I wait till the end of the month, when you are struggling to get your dealer bonus, Invoice + $500?" I suggested, adding that I owned a dealership in Switzerland.
"If I can get that, will you buy it?" Steve asked.
After Steve had made a call, we shook hands. Agreeing to pick us up from the local Hertz office tomorrow, I arranged for payment from the MIBE account. As we watched Steve drive away, I could drop my business face and did a jig with excitement.
"Oh dear, toys for little boys, think I will give the Audi garage a ring in the morning!" Beth grinned.
Walking down to reception to ask Joe some questions about the failure of the Marina, we were amazed to see Annabelle on a trailer being reversed down a slipway by the big F350 dually. John was obviously a skilled mechanic and boatman, as soon as he saw the stern float he jumped aboard, started the engines and smoothly reversed off the trailer. The cowls were off both engines and he spent some time inspecting them as they idled about 5 yards off the shore. Satisfied he returned to the steering position, pushing the throttles forward he steered the boat towards the lake. After several minutes of gentle cruising and constant checking, he moved off at speed and disappeared from our view. A few minutes later he came past the slipway at what must have been full chat, the Mercury's howling, as he turned in a lazy arc and headed back to the trailer.
His accuracy as he steered the boat onto the trailer impressed me, the boat nosed into the V of the trailer winch head. Stopping the engines, he secured the boat with the winch line and drove up the slip, making a difficult operation look easy. As we watched, Jed unlocked the doors of a large shed and John reversed the boat in. Jed explained that John was going to steam clean and polish the hull and cabin, before anti fowling her and expected the boat to be ready by the weekend, 4 days from now.
Asking Joe about the failure of the business, he left us in no doubt of the problem.
"Investment, plain and simple, not enough staff, not enough money for repairs, upgrades and maintenance. People were paying 5-star money and getting a 2-star experience, eventually they just stopped coming," he added sadly. Joe had given us a lot to think about, Beth and I crunched the numbers, by 3am we had decided that the investment would be worth the risk.
Going to the Hertz office the next morning we dropped the hire car off, Steve was waiting and drove us to the dealership. Beth homed in on a Cadillac XT5 in the showroom as Steve and I completed the paperwork. As he showed me around my new car, I saw Beth with a huge smile on her face taking a test drive. Sitting in the car waiting for Beth to come back, I emailed Jack to tell him we were going ahead with the Marina redevelopment, asking his opinion of the best way to raise the 2.5 million dollars, around 1.7 million CHF, over the 5 million I had already deposited in MIBE, adding that I would be prepared to sell the Garda Marina at the start of next season.
Beth returned from her test drive, pulling alongside me, she asked me to negotiate the price of the demo vehicle she was driving. Negotiation's done; Beth paid the garage from her personal account. The dealership wanted to check and clean the car, prior to delivery. Recommending a restaurant, Steve said the car would be ready in a couple of hours. Beth had a steak salad; I had a fabulous 24oz T-bone with all the trimmings as we discussed the marina. Telling her of my plan to raise the money via a mortgage on the Garda property, she grinned broadly as I said I would sell Garda at the start of next season.
"That is a great idea, Mum would love it here, how much do you think Garda will raise." she asked.
"Well, we will have spent around 4 million Euro's on the debt's and improvements. Jack and I were working on a valuation of about 10 million if Mum can get it back into profit." I said.
My phone chirped; it was Jack replying to my E mail.
"If you and Beth think it is a sound investment, I will cover the 1.7 million, at 4%. I will arrange the paperwork and transfer the money to MIBE by the end of the week."
Going back to the dealership, I called Joe asking him to arrange a meeting with Brian as I waited for Beth. Arriving back at the Hotel, Brian and Joe were waiting for us, 2 hours later, we had committed to a full refurb of the hotel. Joe was ecstatic as we outlined our plans and formally offered him the job of general manager. Giving him the tasks of convincing John to be our engineering manager and recruit a team to get all the boat's ready for the start of next season, did not seem to faze him.
Spending a weekend aboard Annabelle was an incredible experience, Lake Ontario was huge, the range of activity's available seemed endless. John had done a fabulous job on the boat; the filthy hull and superstructure had been cleaned and polished, gleaming in the summer sunshine she looked brand new. As we headed back to the Marina, the wind picked up and it started to rain. Annabelle was not equipped with radar and visibility quickly reduced to a few hundred feet, turning east I headed for the shore and shelter. By the time I found a small cove, Beth was being violently seasick as the small boat pitched and rolled in the significant waves. After an hour or so the storm blew over and the sun came out. As we docked at the Marina it was obvious that it hadn't rained there, Joe explained that the Lakes often had very small, localised storms.
Over the next few days, Brian and his teams of builders started to transform the tired and worn out buildings into the 5-star luxury resort we wanted. By the middle of the week, the builders had set up huge floodlights and work continued 24 hours a day. To escape the noise and dust, we put our cars in the garages and arranged to fly home. As Joe drove us to the airport, we both noticed a change in the man, as he excitedly chattered about the schedule of works.
Our 10-hr flight was overnight, I was surprised as Beth had upgraded us to 1st class on the Lufthansa plane. Sinking into the luxurious leather seat that converted to a bed, I wondered aloud, why my normally "prudent" sister had splashed out on 1st class tickets.
"Well I have always wanted to join the mile-high club, besides better get all the sex I can, don't suppose you will want me in a few weeks. Already starting to look like a beached whale," she said, rubbing her swollen 28-week pregnant tummy. There were only 5 people in 1st class, 3 seats behind us and 2 in front were empty. The Altimeter showed 36,000 feet as we finished our Champagne and Strawberry's.
"So much for the mile-high club," will 7 miles do?" I joked.
"Oh yeah, always like to do the job properly." She murmured, as the cabin lights went down.
Reclining our seats, Beth reached over, flicked my belt undone and slid her cool hand into my boxers. Gently squeezing and caressing my bollox, she took my hardening length into her mouth as she poked a long finger into my arsehole. In seconds, I was raging hard as her tongue and teeth worked on my sensitive bell end, in less than a minute I warned her I was about to spill my load.
"Oh, know you don't," she said.
Turning herself round she flipped her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side. Beth was incredibly turned on, her musky scent filling me with lust, guiding my cock to her soaking wet hole, I sunk balls deep into her velvety softness. Stifling a groan with her hand as I started to hammer her with fast and long strokes. Beth started to shake and shudder as her orgasm approached, she clamped her teeth onto the side of the leather-bound seat, as she came, her pussy rippling and squeezing as it poured her nectar onto my bell end. The sensations her cunt transmitted to my rock-hard cock were delicious, I wanted it to last for ever. Unable to last any longer I grunted as my cock jerked, holding myself balls deep inside my sister, I poured a heavy load deep inside her as she shook and wailed as she came for the 2nd time.
Covering ourselves with a blanket, Beth sprayed a generous amount of her Jimmy Choo perfume, to cover the scent of sex, snuggling down we were asleep in moment's. Waking 2 hours from landing, we watched a movie as we kissed and cuddled. As Beth cuddled into me, I reached for the hem of her skirt, "really, she complained."
Her complaining stopped as my fingers rotated slowly on her swelling clit, reaching her hand around mine, she rammed her fingers into her hole as she shook and shuddered, smothering her face in my jacket as she came again and again. Begging me to stop, she went to the loo to mop her juices from her soaking panties and pussy.
As we exited the airport, we spotted Han's standing beside his gleaming Volvo, opening the door for Beth, he seemed disappointed as I slid into the front passenger seat.
"I never got chance to thank you for the car, my children, wife and I wish to thank you, Helga wants to invite you, Mabel and Caroline to dinner this evening. Our eldest daughter, Megan will babysit for the children," he said, beaming as we agreed.
Turning into the Marina I was pleased to see that the builders had finally finished the new roadway, small bridge, and workshops. Asking him if everything was ok with the new building's, I had to smile as he replied in English,
"It's been a bloody mare, fuckin builders are useless," he replied, mimicking my South London Accent. as we parked outside the house Ruth and Christine excitedly rushed out to greet us.
"Beruhren Sie das auto nicht," barked Han's as he hurriedly got out of the car.
The girls, startled by his gruff tone, stopped, and waited for us to get out of the car.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to shout at the children, but the privacy glass shows every mark and fingerprint." He grinned apologetically.
Remembering feeling the same when Harry had bought my Cadillac, I grinned and shook his hand,
"Not a problem, my friend, they do get a bit overexcited, thanks for meeting us at the airport." I said, knowing it would have been easy for him to have sent someone else, undoubtedly, he had struggled to clear 4 hours or so in his busy day.
Helga was a fantastic cook, after a sumptuous dinner, Han's and I retired to the Veranda with cigars and brandy. Explaining that he wanted to improve his English as the Manager of our marina in France was English and his German was terrible, we continued in English as he told me about his ideas to improve our visitors' experience. Han's ideas were good and fully costed. As he went into more detail, I put my hands up.
"Hold on Han's, you are the boss, if you want my opinion ask for it, do not ask for my permission or approval!"
"You are right Mike, I am sorry. I didn't mean to ask for permission, would like your opinion on my proposal though.
"Ok, email me the details in the morning, relax and enjoy your cigar.
At 3 am propping each other up, we staggered home as the effects of the brandy and wine increased as we sucked in the fresh alpine air. The girls giggled and chattered excitedly as I opened the front door of our home, rushing from the lounge, Megan told us to be quiet as the children were asleep.
Whispering in my ear, Beth said.
"No room for you tonight, the sofa is comfy."
Looking directly at me, Megan said, "please don't tell my dad," as she followed Beth and Mabel upstairs.
Feeling extremely drunk I fell on the sofa and was asleep in moments, waking to Beth's soft voice urging me from the arms of Morpheus, groaning I looked at my watch, it was only 06.30.
"Come on sleepy head, there is something in our bed that will wake you up."
Expecting to find Mabel waiting for me, I was shocked to see Megan's anxious face peering from the quilt. Megan had been about 5 when I 1st came to the Marina as she lowered the quilt, her pert breast and flat stomach came into view. Reading my shock and concern she said.
"I was 20 last week and have never had sex with a man, as you know I was sent to an all-girl boarding school. Beth tells me you are an excellent lover; I would like you to be my 1st man." She said, with typical Swiss bluntness, as she revealed the rest of her firm young body. Feeling my cock jerk and start to fill, I left my fears and misgivings at the bedroom door as I hurriedly undressed. As my cock sprung free from my boxers, Megan gasped and crossed the room to kneel in front of me.
Gently taking my shaft in her hand, I watched as her big blue eyes explored my cock, kissing my bell end she moved her hand down to my ball sac as her tongue savoured the taste of pre cum leaking from my iron hard cock. Taking my cock in her mouth, she stroked my shaft making me groan with pleasure as her tongue swirled around my sensitive bell end. Sensing my increased arousal, she redoubled her efforts, feeling my cock expand she forced my cock deeper. as I shot thick ropes of spunk into her pretty mouth.
"I thought you had never had a man." I said. As my breathing returned to normal.
"I haven't, just read books and watched porn," she gasped.
Catching sight of the web cam pointed at the bed, I realized that Beth, Caroline, and Mabel were watching, I decided to give them a show, as they had many times for me. Grabbing Megan, I threw her small frame on the bed and carefully turned her towards the camera, she gasped as my tongue traced a line over her nipple and across her flat stomach, dropping into the furrow of her sex. Moving back to her breast, I swirled my tongue around her taut nipple as I pushed 2 fingers deep inside her sopping wet pussy. Changing my mind, I pulled her legs wide apart and shoved a finger up to the knuckle in her tight arsehole, helped by her juice as it ran from her streaming pussy. I forced a second finger into her, as I grazed my teeth over the delicate flesh of her nipple. Without warning her eyes flew wide open, screaming and shaking as her orgasm racked her petite body.
Moving to her swollen de-hooded clit, I savoured the taste of her nectar as I followed down to her swollen, gaping sex and arsehole. Rimming my tongue around the ring of her arse, she shuddered as I stabbed my tongue into her rosebud, squeezing the globes of her tits and twisting her nipples, launched her into another shuddering orgasm. I watched as her pussy contracted then flared open as cum juice sprayed from her hole. Quickly running my tongue up her body, I kissed her as my cock felt the heat of pussy, its head penetrating her silken wetness. Slamming my hips forward, my hard cock parted the delicate folds of her pussy, with a further thrust I was balls deep inside her. Her breathing was short and ragged as she started to move against my thrusts, forcing my cock deeper into her tight pussy, she crossed her legs over my arse. As her pussy flexed and rolled along my length, my cock jerked as it, shot rope after rope of spunk deep inside her, tipping her into her most extreme orgasm yet.
Collapsing to the side I made sure to hold her legs apart, so the web cam could see my spunk, mixed with her juice running from her sodden hole. As we waited for our breathing to slow, bathed in sweat, I tenderly kissed her as I carried her to the shower. The hot water rejuvenated us, washing the sweat and bodily fluid from us. Squeezing a generous blob of shower gel into my hand, I soaped her taut body, getting more gel my fingers strayed between her arse cheeks and legs. Juice was still running from her and my cock was becoming hard again, bending her over I guided my hardening cock to her sex, gliding balls deep inside her in one thrust. Although her pussy was sopping wet with her juice and my spunk, she still gripped my cock as my belly slapped against her arse. Feeling her start to cum, I reached round so I could play with her rock-hard nipples. Quickly grabbing her around the waist, her knees buckling as she came again and again, finally, I shot another load deep inside her quivering body.
Laying on the shower floor as the hot water cascaded over us, I felt drained and exhausted as I rose to meet the torrent of hot water. As Megan stood, I kissed her tenderly and stepped out to dry myself. Our bed was soaking, she really had squirted a lot, the sheet was soaking. I didn't care as the comfortable mattress soothed my aching limbs. I slept the sleep of a dead man, waking several hours later, the bed was empty, the sun hurting my tired eyes as it shone through a chink in the curtains. It was noon as I showered, shaved, and dressed. The house was empty, so I wandered down to the Marina, it was hirers day, the yard was a hive of activity as engineers pumped the grey tanks and filled water tanks on the larger boats. Housekeeping swarmed over other boats; Han's was looking on as 2 engineers peered under the cowl of a troublesome outboard. Remembering the pressure, I decided to walk in the opposite direction towards Cougar 2 as I knew my presence would only increase the pressure.
Stepping aboard cougar, I idlily wondered if I could handle her on my own. Deciding there was only one way to find out I pressed the starters and felt the slight rumble as the big diesels roared into life. I started to have slight doubts as I looked out over the vast cabin and foredeck, casting the stern lines off, disconnecting the shore power and raising the anchor I headed out into the lake. Caroline's brother had appointed himself as chief mechanic to Cougar, he had obviously been busy. As I scrolled through the info panel, both fuel tanks were full, grey water tanks empty and freshwater tanks full.
Clearing the last pontoon full of excited holidaymakers, gawping at the sweeping lines of Cougar 2. The temperature gauges approached normal as I cruised into deep water. Pushing the throttles forward, the boat surged as the 2 V8's developing 1500 BHP revs increased. The big boats acceleration was exhilarating, soon the speedo showed 25 knots. I had been toying with the idea of selling her, as the wind whipped through my hair and blew the fuzzy feeling from my head, I wondered how to get her to Canada. A tap on my shoulder made me jump, whirling around I saw Julie, my mum, turning back to the controls, I pulled the throttles back too idle. As our wake caught us up and rocked the boat I hugged and kissed her deeply.
"What the hell, thought you were in Italy, where's Jack?" I asked, as she cuddled and hugged me.
"One of his friends mothers works at the Marina, she is looking after him for a week as he still has school for another 3 weeks. I got back at 3.30am, Cougar was the easiest place to grab some much-needed sleep. Oh Mike, the Italians are driving me mad, have sorted housekeeping and engineering but the Chandlery staff are clueless, accounts just do not seem to care about invoice deadlines and ensuring we get paid on time. However, I can forecast a healthy profit by the end of September."
"Well don't worry about that now, it is great to see you." I said as I kissed her again, my cock twitching and filling as her body pressed against mine."
Julie looked stressed and tired as I studied her pretty face and lithe body as I waited for the coffee machine to finish. Over Coffee, Julie outlined the progress she had made and the problem area's she was struggling with. I was thoroughly impressed, her achievements far outstripped her perceived failures, promising to come back to Italy with her, I banned shop talk for the rest of the day.
Cougar was by far the biggest boat on the lake, forcing me to take up 2 berths at the town quay, the harbour master grinned as he looked at her sleek lines. "That will be fine Mike, I won't charge you double, maybe treble" he joked, as we walked towards the Chinese restaurant. After a superb meal and bottle of wine, I saw the stress and worry disappear, replaced by laughter and her beaming smile as we chattered about Canada and remembered Harry. As we walked back to the boat, Julie noticed me anxiously glancing at my watch.
"Do you have somewhere to be?" She asked anxiously.
"What? Oh sorry, no, just thinking about the hire boats headed our way and Cougar as a target for their ineptitude.
As we navigated out of the small harbour, one of the hire boats crossed our bow, dangerously fast and very close, watching the depth drop away, I pushed the throttles to their stops. The west side of the lake was isolated, the thick tree line and undergrowth reaching the lake side, made landing impossible. Keeping a careful eye on the depth gauge I dropped the anchor in a small lagoon that was invisible from the lake.
As we sat on the spacious flying bridge, I enjoyed a beer, Julie a large glass of wine as we basked in the sunshine.
"Do you know what, I really need a good fucking."
Julie said, as she stood up and started to strip. Mesmerized, I watched as she unclipped her bra, slid her panties down, kicking them off her feet.
"Oh, come on Mike, hurry up, it's been ages since I had sex and that was a waste of an evening."
As I pulled my boxers off, she giggled as she recounted the hot-blooded Italian "that had a dick like a pencil and had shot his load before she had cum."
Leaving her to finish herself, his spunk running down her leg as he snored loudly beside her. Laying on the sofa. Julie spread her legs wide and gently rubbed her clit.
"Do you still like to watch a woman cum, want to see mummy's pussy cum for her little boy?"
Nodding dumbly, I watched as she shoved a cushion under her arse, draping one leg over the back of the sofa spread her legs to the max. Instructing me to lay between her legs, so my face was mere inches from her smooth pussy she rhythmically worked her clit, occasionally dipping fingers into her pussy. As I watched the scent of her sex filled my senses, her long lips splayed apart as her juices made her shaven pussy glisten in the afternoon sun. Her pussy seemed to open like a flower as she started to cum, unable to resist any longer, I tore her hand from her clit and pushed my rock-hard cock deep inside my Mother.
As I hit bottom, Julie shook and wailed as she came, her nails clawing channels in my back. After last night, I knew I would last ages and really slammed into her as fast and hard as I could. As Julie crashed through her 3rd orgasm, I switched to long slow strokes, allowing me to savour the delicious sensations of her pussy as it quivered and flexed on my shaft. Putting her feet on my shoulders I got deep inside the pussy that, 35 years ago had birthed me and Beth. I must have reached a spot that drove her crazy as she started writhing beneath me, her eyes almost rolled back in her head as she shrieked and screamed in the throes of sexual ecstasy.
Her pussy was doing amazing things to my cock, as I slid deep inside her I painted her depths with thick ropes of cum, collapsing on top of her I realised she was still Cumming. Her saturated pussy gripped my softening cock as she shook, her legs trembling, pushing myself hard against her Vulva I felt every tremor as she gradually came down. Going below deck we laid on the large bed and kissed and cuddled as I related last night's adventure to her. It seemed that in the past few months, Julie had resorted to a vibrator and her fingers, finally settling on a vibe, just inside her entrance as she fingered or used another vibe on her clit.
Calling Beth, I told her I was with Mum and we were going to stay on the boat overnight as we had a lot to talk about.
"OK, tell her I want some of my husband left in the morning," she giggled.
Julie and I cuddled and kissed for hours, eventually switching to 69 and delicious slow, gentle sex. In the morning Julie complained of a sore pussy but, produced some baby oil.
"Want your cock in my arse as I diddle my clit" she explained.
After she had cum several times, as I pounded her tight arsehole, I was still rock-hard pouring lots of baby oil onto my throbbing dick she wiped it clean with her shirt, guiding me to her sopping wet pussy, she sighed as I sank into her creamy depths. She came twice before my cock erupted deep inside her. I knew then that there was only 2 pussy's that could make me cum again and again, Beth and Julie's cunts seemed unique. Even compared to 20-year-old Megan, I knew, given the choice, I would rather penetrate my mother or sister.
"I hope she looks after Betsy," she sobbed.
It took a moment for me to realise she was talking about her car. It seemed she wasn't particularly concerned with the financial risk, the fact that her mum was heading off to a new country to start a new life, just that Betsy, her bloody car got washed and polished regularly!
The next few days were hectic, lots of meetings with our French and German managers, ensuring most outstanding issues were dealt with. It hadn't taken mum long to get started in Garda, reading her 1st report, it seemed she had bumped heads with the house keeping manager and engineering manager. Mum had obviously forgotten that she was in charge, asking me for permission to dismiss housekeeping and send the engineering manager to Germany for training. Apparently, some of the boats and chalets were suffering from a lack of cleaning and maintenance.
"This is your job, you have to make it work, am fairly sure you don't want or need me to nursemaid you," I replied.
As thing's settled down, I tried to help Beth with Admin, after less than a day, she banned me from her office! Turning my attention to Canada, I arranged for part of the hotel on site to be made ready for Beth, Mabel, Ruth, Christine, and I to move in. Hans was supposed to come to my office for our weekly meeting at 14.00, at 14.30 I called his mobile, I was irritated when his assistant answered, but I had to smile as I remembered his resistance to being given a mobile. Knowing that Hans constantly worked a 15-hour shift, I assumed he had forgotten about our meeting. On impulse I called our car dealership and asked them to source and buy a fully loaded Volvo XC90, 7-seater, adding that I wanted it in silver, with a car phone and before the end of the month.
At 16.00 a harassed looking Hans burst into my office, "I am so sorry Mike, my car broke down, it took ages for the mechanic to come."
Sitting him down, I poured us 2 fingers of whisky as he shuffled through his paperwork. The figures he presented me, were superb, every boat was booked until the winter shutdown, France was slightly down, but Germany was up. Laughing at his request to replace 5 of the older boats and put another 5 on the fleet, I reminded him, that was his responsibility, if he thought the business could afford it, he did not need to ask me. Listening to his projections and forecasts amused me, he was even better than I had hoped, my phone stopped him mid-sentence.
Herr Smitt the dealer principle of our car dealership surprised me; he had sourced a XC90, it was being delivered overnight. Asking me if I wanted it ASAP as he could have it ready for about 9am, adding that he had a great deal on it at 65,000 CHF. The list was 80.000, remembering our stormy meeting earlier in the week, as he had missed his dealer bonus, I asked him to get it ready, deliver it and bill me personally, for 70,000. Telling Hans that I had other stuff to do, I asked him to come back at 7am in the morning.
As we finished our meeting, I saw the big Volvo come in on the back of a transporter. I had noticed that Hans had arrived in a taxi this morning, seeing him about to leave, I asked him where his car was.
"It needs a new engine," he replied sadly. As we walked outside, Hans barked,
"Das ist mein parkplatz,"
"Yes, it is, my friend, that is your car, so it should be parked in your space." I said, struggling to keep a straight face.
Hans, started to protest that the Marina could not afford such a car, he looked stunned as I explained that it was not a company car, it was his, the registration was in his name. Telling him to take the day off and take his wife out for lunch, the driver handed him the keys and documents. I was not sure who was happier, Hans with his new car or me, seeing the huge grin on his face as he slid into the driver's seat.
Beths morning sickness had finally stopped, at 18 weeks pregnant she looked stunning and radiant as she made me coffee. Feeling my cock twitch and start to fill as her dress rode up her thighs, the material stretched tight over her breasts as she struggled to reach something in a cupboard. Going to her, I ignored her protests as I scooped her up and carried her to bed. My legs and left arm were still weak from the accident, causing me to struggle a little on the stairs. Laying her gently on the bed, we shared a long passionate kiss, as I undid the buttons on her dress.
Undoing all the buttons on Beths dress, her milky white skin and baby bump were revealed to my hungry eye's. Slowly kissing my way up the soft skin of her belly I undid her bra, allowing her sumptuous breasts to spring free. Latching onto a hardening nipple, I rolled my tongue as I sucked and nibbled on her breast, squeezing her ample sensitive breasts, caused my sister to emit a long low moan. Lifting her arse for me, I slid her panties off, her scent filling my senses as my tongue slid through her pubes into the furrow of her sex. Turning into 69, I revelled in the sensation as she took my rock-hard cock into her willing mouth. Lowering my head between her legs I saw her pussy was already very wet, her long sex lips starting to splay apart. Spreading her lips with my fingers I watched as her pinkness started to turn a darker hue and inhaled her musky scent. Moving her mons up slightly caused her erect clitty to pop out, its white tip, like a beacon amongst the folds of pink flesh. Flicking her most delicate area with my tongue, caused her to writhe and redouble her efforts on my cock. Pushing 2 fingers into her and nibbling on her clit, my fingers found the spongy area on the front wall off her pussy, launching her into a massive orgasm her pussy clamping onto my fingers, my cock expanded and jerked as I shot a load into her mouth.
It had been a while since we had sex as her nausea often lasted all day, it had been even longer since we spent the day in bed. Although we had been married for nearly 15 years, sex was still extraordinary her body and pretty face still made me feel like a teenager and the luckiest man alive. We made long slow love 3 more times, gliding into her silky softness was delicious, the feeling as her pussy opened around my hard cock were sublime. Feeling her cum, her pussy rippling and rolling along my length as she gripped my girth were fantastic. As my cock spurted its 4th load deep inside her grasping pussy, I flopped onto the bed and was asleep in seconds.
Finally, I was confident that our company was in good hands, so started planning our trip, Mabel came over with Christine, to look after Ruth, as we had decided to go to Canada for a few weeks on our own. I was still unsure what I wanted to do with the defunct business on the shores of Lake Ontario. Over the last few months, Jack had reported that there had been a lot of interest in the site, with several searches recorded on its ownership. Promising Ruth that we would see her in a month, maybe less, we drove to the airport. Landing in Toronto, we collected our rental from Hertz and drove east for about 80kms. It was dark as we followed the sat nav, to a small town called Coburg, the real estate agent was waiting for us. Introducing herself as Betty, she handed us the keys with a thick folder of paperwork.
"I will of course be pleased to act on your behalf, if any of the offers in the file interest you," she said.
I wasn't really in the mood for a sales pitch after a long flight, trying to be polite we took the keys and paperwork, assuring her we would give the file consideration we drove to the hotel. Our hearts sank as the car's headlights picked out the worn and faded weatherboard, a dilapidated sign hanging at an acute angle, "Peacehaven Hotel and Marina." Stopping the car, I put the headlights on full, the parking lot was full of boats, some on trailer's most on props. Judging by the rust on the metal trailer wheels, they had been there a long time, a knock on the window made us jump, rolling the window down, the man introduced himself.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you folks, my name is Joe, you must be Beth and Mike. I used to be the manager here, have been looking after things, since Harry bought it. Your apartments are round the back, the builders you sent did a fantastic job, must have cost more than the old place has had spent on it in years."
"Ok, thank you, where do you live?"
"Oh, I live in the Hotel, have done for years," he said, a worried look crossing his face.
Bidding him goodnight we drove to our apartments, the old man was right, the builders had done a great job. A complete wing of the old building had been refurbished, approaching the newly laid parking area, activated lights, giving us our 1st proper look at our new home. The sheen of the newly painted weatherboard, new tarmac, and mowed lawns in stark contrast to the tumbledown, overgrown appearance of the rest of the building.
Holding the key fob to an electronic reader, the door clicked open. Lights flickered on revealing a short corridor, with stairs leading off it. A newly painted door at the end matched the number 1 on our key card. I hadn't paid much attention to the plans sent by the Canadian builder, the results took my breath away as we entered the apartment. A small entrance hall led to a spacious lounge, with a 3-piece suite and massive Tv. Doors leading off the lounge, led to a fully equipped kitchen, utility room and dining room. Exploring further we found 4 bedrooms, 3 with en-suite bathrooms and a family bathroom. The master bedroom was huge, the bed fully made up, with 2 notes stuck to a pillow.
The 1st was from the builder, apologizing one of the apartments wasn't finished but, promising that noise and disturbance would be kept to a minimum. The other from Joe.
"Hi, I hope you like the apartment, unfortunately, despite our best efforts, there is still work to be done, however, most are on the roof and far end of the building. My wife has stocked the fridge freezer, we even managed to find some English tea bags, that Harry was so fond of!
Welcome to Canada.
Regards Joe and Betty.
Harry had been here! Wishing he had spoken to me about it, I resolved to speak with Joe in the morning to find out if Harry had shared any plans with him. Climbing into bed, exhaustion overtook Beth and I, we were asleep by 4 am English time, 10 pm Canadian.
The hands on my Tag Heur watch said 7.30 as I woke, Beth was still fast asleep, so I quietly padded to the bathroom for a piss. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I noticed 2 dressing gowns hanging on the door. Putting the larger one on I went into the lounge and flicked the Tv on, after the local news a weathercaster said that today was going to be in the high 80's with a light south westerly breeze. After the weather, came adverts, starting to walk into the kitchen I stopped as I saw an advert for the latest Cadilac Escalade, taking a note of the dealership name, I put the coffee machine on and found some tea bags.
Wondering when Beth was going to get up, I looked at my watch, 9.05. Thinking about taking Beth a cup of tea I changed my mind and picked my mobile up. Googling the local Cadilac dealer I saw they had a demo Escalade and several in stock, calling them, I started to explain to the salesperson what I wanted. Taking some details, Steve suddenly became a lot friendlier when he realised, I owned the old Marina and hotel, explaining that Joe was his uncle. As we talked about the various models they had in stock, and the array of improvements G.M had made since I owned mine, Beth came into the room, naked.
Realising I was talking to a car salesperson, her grin grew to a huge smile, kneeling in front of me, her warm hand found my cock. As my twin sister took me in her mouth, I was raging hard, her head bobbing up and down as her tongue worked its magic on my bell end. As Steve continued telling me about the new V8, 6.2 engine, Beths efforts were starting to affect my ability to hold a conversation. As my cock jerked and spurted ropes of thick spunk down her throat, I had to cover the phone to mute my grunts and groans of pure pleasure.
Grinning at Beth as she licked a stray blob of spunk from her chin, I shook my head and mouthed "Oh god no" as she resumed sucking and licking my cock. Steve was busily going through finance options and trying to get me to the dealership for a test drive. Eventually he said he would bring the car to me later in the day, to get him off the phone as I felt myself start to stiffen, I agreed to a 14.00 appointment.
The moment I put the phone down, Beth took my cock from her mouth and straddled my legs, guiding my hardness to her sex. It didn't seem to matter how many times Beth and I fucked, every time I entered her it felt special, unlike any other woman. I guessed that Beth had woken up horny and had been playing, before coming to find me. As my cock forced her delicate folds apart, her groaning and sobbing increased as an orgasm racked her body. Grabbing her arse cheeks, I lifted her and pummelled her as hard and fast as I could. Beth squealed and yelped as she came again and again, eventually as her pussy worked on my length, I shot a heavy load deep into my sister, lover, and wife.
"Wow, that was fucking amazing, what's for breakfast?"
"Whatever is in the fridge, you can cook while I am in the shower." She said, as she playfully swatted my head.
Finding eggs, cheese and ham I made 2 omelettes with bread and butter. As the omelettes cooked, I opened the curtains in the lounge and dining room. The view of the lake, from the lounge was stunning as the water glistened and sparkled, with the backdrop of a small Island and clear blue sky. After breakfast, Beth and I wandered around the hotel, noting that it did not seem as run down as we had thought. Most of the rooms had their curtains drawn, peering through an open window we could see a sparsely furnished, comfortable large room.
Walking to the front of the hotel, we were startled as a truck towing a machine, hurtled down the road towards our apartments. A car following the truck stopped, the driver rushed over to us,
"Das tut mir leid,Wir dachten nicht,das jemand bis morgen heir war, (Sorry about that, we didn't think anybody was here until tomorrow).
"That's ok, just took us by surprise. We are well impressed with our apartment, if all the apartments are finished to the same standard, we will be very happy."
"Oh, you are English, we were told you were swiss, anyway, my name is Brian, Manager of works. The machine is to finish the groundwork around your apartment building. I am glad you like the apartment, we have had a few problems, but the remaining works will be finished by next week. I hope you will consider us if you renovate the Hotel and Marina."
Assuring him I would, we walked around to the parking lot that was full of boats. Climbing aboard a 30' Sea Ray boat, I was surprised to see that she was in excellent condition inside, the hull needed a clean but seemed sound. Peeling the weather cover off one of the Mercury 200BHP outboards I hoped that the engine was as good as it looked. Hearing Joe's voice I called for him to come aboard.
"Does this belong to the Marina, how long has it been out of the water? I asked.
"Yes, you own all the boats here, I have tried to look after them. Annabelle has been out of the water for 5 years; I have run her engines every year. I think you would prefer Shona, to explore the lake, she is a 25' Swedish built boat, great in rough water."
"Well thanks for the advice, but I like this, Annabelle you said, can you get her in the water in a few days? Obviously, I will cover all costs."
"Of course, I will call John, he used to work here, he is retired now, but is a very good engineer. I have all the interior stored in the hotel, will get that out and aired ASAP."
I began to think Joe was worth his weight in gold as we walked around the mooring, he had obviously kept the floating docks and landing staithes in good order, all looked ready for use. Having a much better understanding of "Peacehaven" as a potential business proposition, we walked back. I called Jack, as I knew he had received a cost of refurbishment. A sleepy sounding Jack agreed to send me the various quotes and propositions he had when he got in the office. Apologising profusely, I promised to bear the 6-hour time difference in mind in future. As we passed reception an F350 truck towing a large trailer pulled alongside Annabelle, the Sea-ray boat.
Returning to the apartment, Beth and I spoke at length about the opportunity and possible new life in Canada. Agreeing that it was something we both wanted, we kissed and cuddled on the large sofa. My phone rang, spoiling the moment. It was Joe, telling me that "Steve was here and was it all right to send him up."
Going outside, Beth groaned as she saw the big Cadilac parking in front of us.
"Oh my god, you want another one of those things. Why don't you buy a Mercedes or Audi, even a Range-Rover?"
Ignoring her, I shook Steves hand as I admired the sweeping lines, shiny chrome, and gleaming blue paintwork of the Escalade. Sliding into the Camel leather interior, I felt totally at home. As I adjusted the electric seat and admired the dashboard instruments with massive full colour Sat Nav and info panel, I knew I was going to buy it. Starting the engine, I realised that Steve had brought the car, that closely matched my requirements, it had 11 miles on it. Deciding not to bother driving it, I asked for the total price.
"Well with all the extras on this car it lists at around 95,000 Canadian dollars," he said
"How much if I wait till the end of the month, when you are struggling to get your dealer bonus, Invoice + $500?" I suggested, adding that I owned a dealership in Switzerland.
"If I can get that, will you buy it?" Steve asked.
After Steve had made a call, we shook hands. Agreeing to pick us up from the local Hertz office tomorrow, I arranged for payment from the MIBE account. As we watched Steve drive away, I could drop my business face and did a jig with excitement.
"Oh dear, toys for little boys, think I will give the Audi garage a ring in the morning!" Beth grinned.
Walking down to reception to ask Joe some questions about the failure of the Marina, we were amazed to see Annabelle on a trailer being reversed down a slipway by the big F350 dually. John was obviously a skilled mechanic and boatman, as soon as he saw the stern float he jumped aboard, started the engines and smoothly reversed off the trailer. The cowls were off both engines and he spent some time inspecting them as they idled about 5 yards off the shore. Satisfied he returned to the steering position, pushing the throttles forward he steered the boat towards the lake. After several minutes of gentle cruising and constant checking, he moved off at speed and disappeared from our view. A few minutes later he came past the slipway at what must have been full chat, the Mercury's howling, as he turned in a lazy arc and headed back to the trailer.
His accuracy as he steered the boat onto the trailer impressed me, the boat nosed into the V of the trailer winch head. Stopping the engines, he secured the boat with the winch line and drove up the slip, making a difficult operation look easy. As we watched, Jed unlocked the doors of a large shed and John reversed the boat in. Jed explained that John was going to steam clean and polish the hull and cabin, before anti fowling her and expected the boat to be ready by the weekend, 4 days from now.
Asking Joe about the failure of the business, he left us in no doubt of the problem.
"Investment, plain and simple, not enough staff, not enough money for repairs, upgrades and maintenance. People were paying 5-star money and getting a 2-star experience, eventually they just stopped coming," he added sadly. Joe had given us a lot to think about, Beth and I crunched the numbers, by 3am we had decided that the investment would be worth the risk.
Going to the Hertz office the next morning we dropped the hire car off, Steve was waiting and drove us to the dealership. Beth homed in on a Cadillac XT5 in the showroom as Steve and I completed the paperwork. As he showed me around my new car, I saw Beth with a huge smile on her face taking a test drive. Sitting in the car waiting for Beth to come back, I emailed Jack to tell him we were going ahead with the Marina redevelopment, asking his opinion of the best way to raise the 2.5 million dollars, around 1.7 million CHF, over the 5 million I had already deposited in MIBE, adding that I would be prepared to sell the Garda Marina at the start of next season.
Beth returned from her test drive, pulling alongside me, she asked me to negotiate the price of the demo vehicle she was driving. Negotiation's done; Beth paid the garage from her personal account. The dealership wanted to check and clean the car, prior to delivery. Recommending a restaurant, Steve said the car would be ready in a couple of hours. Beth had a steak salad; I had a fabulous 24oz T-bone with all the trimmings as we discussed the marina. Telling her of my plan to raise the money via a mortgage on the Garda property, she grinned broadly as I said I would sell Garda at the start of next season.
"That is a great idea, Mum would love it here, how much do you think Garda will raise." she asked.
"Well, we will have spent around 4 million Euro's on the debt's and improvements. Jack and I were working on a valuation of about 10 million if Mum can get it back into profit." I said.
My phone chirped; it was Jack replying to my E mail.
"If you and Beth think it is a sound investment, I will cover the 1.7 million, at 4%. I will arrange the paperwork and transfer the money to MIBE by the end of the week."
Going back to the dealership, I called Joe asking him to arrange a meeting with Brian as I waited for Beth. Arriving back at the Hotel, Brian and Joe were waiting for us, 2 hours later, we had committed to a full refurb of the hotel. Joe was ecstatic as we outlined our plans and formally offered him the job of general manager. Giving him the tasks of convincing John to be our engineering manager and recruit a team to get all the boat's ready for the start of next season, did not seem to faze him.
Spending a weekend aboard Annabelle was an incredible experience, Lake Ontario was huge, the range of activity's available seemed endless. John had done a fabulous job on the boat; the filthy hull and superstructure had been cleaned and polished, gleaming in the summer sunshine she looked brand new. As we headed back to the Marina, the wind picked up and it started to rain. Annabelle was not equipped with radar and visibility quickly reduced to a few hundred feet, turning east I headed for the shore and shelter. By the time I found a small cove, Beth was being violently seasick as the small boat pitched and rolled in the significant waves. After an hour or so the storm blew over and the sun came out. As we docked at the Marina it was obvious that it hadn't rained there, Joe explained that the Lakes often had very small, localised storms.
Over the next few days, Brian and his teams of builders started to transform the tired and worn out buildings into the 5-star luxury resort we wanted. By the middle of the week, the builders had set up huge floodlights and work continued 24 hours a day. To escape the noise and dust, we put our cars in the garages and arranged to fly home. As Joe drove us to the airport, we both noticed a change in the man, as he excitedly chattered about the schedule of works.
Our 10-hr flight was overnight, I was surprised as Beth had upgraded us to 1st class on the Lufthansa plane. Sinking into the luxurious leather seat that converted to a bed, I wondered aloud, why my normally "prudent" sister had splashed out on 1st class tickets.
"Well I have always wanted to join the mile-high club, besides better get all the sex I can, don't suppose you will want me in a few weeks. Already starting to look like a beached whale," she said, rubbing her swollen 28-week pregnant tummy. There were only 5 people in 1st class, 3 seats behind us and 2 in front were empty. The Altimeter showed 36,000 feet as we finished our Champagne and Strawberry's.
"So much for the mile-high club," will 7 miles do?" I joked.
"Oh yeah, always like to do the job properly." She murmured, as the cabin lights went down.
Reclining our seats, Beth reached over, flicked my belt undone and slid her cool hand into my boxers. Gently squeezing and caressing my bollox, she took my hardening length into her mouth as she poked a long finger into my arsehole. In seconds, I was raging hard as her tongue and teeth worked on my sensitive bell end, in less than a minute I warned her I was about to spill my load.
"Oh, know you don't," she said.
Turning herself round she flipped her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side. Beth was incredibly turned on, her musky scent filling me with lust, guiding my cock to her soaking wet hole, I sunk balls deep into her velvety softness. Stifling a groan with her hand as I started to hammer her with fast and long strokes. Beth started to shake and shudder as her orgasm approached, she clamped her teeth onto the side of the leather-bound seat, as she came, her pussy rippling and squeezing as it poured her nectar onto my bell end. The sensations her cunt transmitted to my rock-hard cock were delicious, I wanted it to last for ever. Unable to last any longer I grunted as my cock jerked, holding myself balls deep inside my sister, I poured a heavy load deep inside her as she shook and wailed as she came for the 2nd time.
Covering ourselves with a blanket, Beth sprayed a generous amount of her Jimmy Choo perfume, to cover the scent of sex, snuggling down we were asleep in moment's. Waking 2 hours from landing, we watched a movie as we kissed and cuddled. As Beth cuddled into me, I reached for the hem of her skirt, "really, she complained."
Her complaining stopped as my fingers rotated slowly on her swelling clit, reaching her hand around mine, she rammed her fingers into her hole as she shook and shuddered, smothering her face in my jacket as she came again and again. Begging me to stop, she went to the loo to mop her juices from her soaking panties and pussy.
As we exited the airport, we spotted Han's standing beside his gleaming Volvo, opening the door for Beth, he seemed disappointed as I slid into the front passenger seat.
"I never got chance to thank you for the car, my children, wife and I wish to thank you, Helga wants to invite you, Mabel and Caroline to dinner this evening. Our eldest daughter, Megan will babysit for the children," he said, beaming as we agreed.
Turning into the Marina I was pleased to see that the builders had finally finished the new roadway, small bridge, and workshops. Asking him if everything was ok with the new building's, I had to smile as he replied in English,
"It's been a bloody mare, fuckin builders are useless," he replied, mimicking my South London Accent. as we parked outside the house Ruth and Christine excitedly rushed out to greet us.
"Beruhren Sie das auto nicht," barked Han's as he hurriedly got out of the car.
The girls, startled by his gruff tone, stopped, and waited for us to get out of the car.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to shout at the children, but the privacy glass shows every mark and fingerprint." He grinned apologetically.
Remembering feeling the same when Harry had bought my Cadillac, I grinned and shook his hand,
"Not a problem, my friend, they do get a bit overexcited, thanks for meeting us at the airport." I said, knowing it would have been easy for him to have sent someone else, undoubtedly, he had struggled to clear 4 hours or so in his busy day.
Helga was a fantastic cook, after a sumptuous dinner, Han's and I retired to the Veranda with cigars and brandy. Explaining that he wanted to improve his English as the Manager of our marina in France was English and his German was terrible, we continued in English as he told me about his ideas to improve our visitors' experience. Han's ideas were good and fully costed. As he went into more detail, I put my hands up.
"Hold on Han's, you are the boss, if you want my opinion ask for it, do not ask for my permission or approval!"
"You are right Mike, I am sorry. I didn't mean to ask for permission, would like your opinion on my proposal though.
"Ok, email me the details in the morning, relax and enjoy your cigar.
At 3 am propping each other up, we staggered home as the effects of the brandy and wine increased as we sucked in the fresh alpine air. The girls giggled and chattered excitedly as I opened the front door of our home, rushing from the lounge, Megan told us to be quiet as the children were asleep.
Whispering in my ear, Beth said.
"No room for you tonight, the sofa is comfy."
Looking directly at me, Megan said, "please don't tell my dad," as she followed Beth and Mabel upstairs.
Feeling extremely drunk I fell on the sofa and was asleep in moments, waking to Beth's soft voice urging me from the arms of Morpheus, groaning I looked at my watch, it was only 06.30.
"Come on sleepy head, there is something in our bed that will wake you up."
Expecting to find Mabel waiting for me, I was shocked to see Megan's anxious face peering from the quilt. Megan had been about 5 when I 1st came to the Marina as she lowered the quilt, her pert breast and flat stomach came into view. Reading my shock and concern she said.
"I was 20 last week and have never had sex with a man, as you know I was sent to an all-girl boarding school. Beth tells me you are an excellent lover; I would like you to be my 1st man." She said, with typical Swiss bluntness, as she revealed the rest of her firm young body. Feeling my cock jerk and start to fill, I left my fears and misgivings at the bedroom door as I hurriedly undressed. As my cock sprung free from my boxers, Megan gasped and crossed the room to kneel in front of me.
Gently taking my shaft in her hand, I watched as her big blue eyes explored my cock, kissing my bell end she moved her hand down to my ball sac as her tongue savoured the taste of pre cum leaking from my iron hard cock. Taking my cock in her mouth, she stroked my shaft making me groan with pleasure as her tongue swirled around my sensitive bell end. Sensing my increased arousal, she redoubled her efforts, feeling my cock expand she forced my cock deeper. as I shot thick ropes of spunk into her pretty mouth.
"I thought you had never had a man." I said. As my breathing returned to normal.
"I haven't, just read books and watched porn," she gasped.
Catching sight of the web cam pointed at the bed, I realized that Beth, Caroline, and Mabel were watching, I decided to give them a show, as they had many times for me. Grabbing Megan, I threw her small frame on the bed and carefully turned her towards the camera, she gasped as my tongue traced a line over her nipple and across her flat stomach, dropping into the furrow of her sex. Moving back to her breast, I swirled my tongue around her taut nipple as I pushed 2 fingers deep inside her sopping wet pussy. Changing my mind, I pulled her legs wide apart and shoved a finger up to the knuckle in her tight arsehole, helped by her juice as it ran from her streaming pussy. I forced a second finger into her, as I grazed my teeth over the delicate flesh of her nipple. Without warning her eyes flew wide open, screaming and shaking as her orgasm racked her petite body.
Moving to her swollen de-hooded clit, I savoured the taste of her nectar as I followed down to her swollen, gaping sex and arsehole. Rimming my tongue around the ring of her arse, she shuddered as I stabbed my tongue into her rosebud, squeezing the globes of her tits and twisting her nipples, launched her into another shuddering orgasm. I watched as her pussy contracted then flared open as cum juice sprayed from her hole. Quickly running my tongue up her body, I kissed her as my cock felt the heat of pussy, its head penetrating her silken wetness. Slamming my hips forward, my hard cock parted the delicate folds of her pussy, with a further thrust I was balls deep inside her. Her breathing was short and ragged as she started to move against my thrusts, forcing my cock deeper into her tight pussy, she crossed her legs over my arse. As her pussy flexed and rolled along my length, my cock jerked as it, shot rope after rope of spunk deep inside her, tipping her into her most extreme orgasm yet.
Collapsing to the side I made sure to hold her legs apart, so the web cam could see my spunk, mixed with her juice running from her sodden hole. As we waited for our breathing to slow, bathed in sweat, I tenderly kissed her as I carried her to the shower. The hot water rejuvenated us, washing the sweat and bodily fluid from us. Squeezing a generous blob of shower gel into my hand, I soaped her taut body, getting more gel my fingers strayed between her arse cheeks and legs. Juice was still running from her and my cock was becoming hard again, bending her over I guided my hardening cock to her sex, gliding balls deep inside her in one thrust. Although her pussy was sopping wet with her juice and my spunk, she still gripped my cock as my belly slapped against her arse. Feeling her start to cum, I reached round so I could play with her rock-hard nipples. Quickly grabbing her around the waist, her knees buckling as she came again and again, finally, I shot another load deep inside her quivering body.
Laying on the shower floor as the hot water cascaded over us, I felt drained and exhausted as I rose to meet the torrent of hot water. As Megan stood, I kissed her tenderly and stepped out to dry myself. Our bed was soaking, she really had squirted a lot, the sheet was soaking. I didn't care as the comfortable mattress soothed my aching limbs. I slept the sleep of a dead man, waking several hours later, the bed was empty, the sun hurting my tired eyes as it shone through a chink in the curtains. It was noon as I showered, shaved, and dressed. The house was empty, so I wandered down to the Marina, it was hirers day, the yard was a hive of activity as engineers pumped the grey tanks and filled water tanks on the larger boats. Housekeeping swarmed over other boats; Han's was looking on as 2 engineers peered under the cowl of a troublesome outboard. Remembering the pressure, I decided to walk in the opposite direction towards Cougar 2 as I knew my presence would only increase the pressure.
Stepping aboard cougar, I idlily wondered if I could handle her on my own. Deciding there was only one way to find out I pressed the starters and felt the slight rumble as the big diesels roared into life. I started to have slight doubts as I looked out over the vast cabin and foredeck, casting the stern lines off, disconnecting the shore power and raising the anchor I headed out into the lake. Caroline's brother had appointed himself as chief mechanic to Cougar, he had obviously been busy. As I scrolled through the info panel, both fuel tanks were full, grey water tanks empty and freshwater tanks full.
Clearing the last pontoon full of excited holidaymakers, gawping at the sweeping lines of Cougar 2. The temperature gauges approached normal as I cruised into deep water. Pushing the throttles forward, the boat surged as the 2 V8's developing 1500 BHP revs increased. The big boats acceleration was exhilarating, soon the speedo showed 25 knots. I had been toying with the idea of selling her, as the wind whipped through my hair and blew the fuzzy feeling from my head, I wondered how to get her to Canada. A tap on my shoulder made me jump, whirling around I saw Julie, my mum, turning back to the controls, I pulled the throttles back too idle. As our wake caught us up and rocked the boat I hugged and kissed her deeply.
"What the hell, thought you were in Italy, where's Jack?" I asked, as she cuddled and hugged me.
"One of his friends mothers works at the Marina, she is looking after him for a week as he still has school for another 3 weeks. I got back at 3.30am, Cougar was the easiest place to grab some much-needed sleep. Oh Mike, the Italians are driving me mad, have sorted housekeeping and engineering but the Chandlery staff are clueless, accounts just do not seem to care about invoice deadlines and ensuring we get paid on time. However, I can forecast a healthy profit by the end of September."
"Well don't worry about that now, it is great to see you." I said as I kissed her again, my cock twitching and filling as her body pressed against mine."
Julie looked stressed and tired as I studied her pretty face and lithe body as I waited for the coffee machine to finish. Over Coffee, Julie outlined the progress she had made and the problem area's she was struggling with. I was thoroughly impressed, her achievements far outstripped her perceived failures, promising to come back to Italy with her, I banned shop talk for the rest of the day.
Cougar was by far the biggest boat on the lake, forcing me to take up 2 berths at the town quay, the harbour master grinned as he looked at her sleek lines. "That will be fine Mike, I won't charge you double, maybe treble" he joked, as we walked towards the Chinese restaurant. After a superb meal and bottle of wine, I saw the stress and worry disappear, replaced by laughter and her beaming smile as we chattered about Canada and remembered Harry. As we walked back to the boat, Julie noticed me anxiously glancing at my watch.
"Do you have somewhere to be?" She asked anxiously.
"What? Oh sorry, no, just thinking about the hire boats headed our way and Cougar as a target for their ineptitude.
As we navigated out of the small harbour, one of the hire boats crossed our bow, dangerously fast and very close, watching the depth drop away, I pushed the throttles to their stops. The west side of the lake was isolated, the thick tree line and undergrowth reaching the lake side, made landing impossible. Keeping a careful eye on the depth gauge I dropped the anchor in a small lagoon that was invisible from the lake.
As we sat on the spacious flying bridge, I enjoyed a beer, Julie a large glass of wine as we basked in the sunshine.
"Do you know what, I really need a good fucking."
Julie said, as she stood up and started to strip. Mesmerized, I watched as she unclipped her bra, slid her panties down, kicking them off her feet.
"Oh, come on Mike, hurry up, it's been ages since I had sex and that was a waste of an evening."
As I pulled my boxers off, she giggled as she recounted the hot-blooded Italian "that had a dick like a pencil and had shot his load before she had cum."
Leaving her to finish herself, his spunk running down her leg as he snored loudly beside her. Laying on the sofa. Julie spread her legs wide and gently rubbed her clit.
"Do you still like to watch a woman cum, want to see mummy's pussy cum for her little boy?"
Nodding dumbly, I watched as she shoved a cushion under her arse, draping one leg over the back of the sofa spread her legs to the max. Instructing me to lay between her legs, so my face was mere inches from her smooth pussy she rhythmically worked her clit, occasionally dipping fingers into her pussy. As I watched the scent of her sex filled my senses, her long lips splayed apart as her juices made her shaven pussy glisten in the afternoon sun. Her pussy seemed to open like a flower as she started to cum, unable to resist any longer, I tore her hand from her clit and pushed my rock-hard cock deep inside my Mother.
As I hit bottom, Julie shook and wailed as she came, her nails clawing channels in my back. After last night, I knew I would last ages and really slammed into her as fast and hard as I could. As Julie crashed through her 3rd orgasm, I switched to long slow strokes, allowing me to savour the delicious sensations of her pussy as it quivered and flexed on my shaft. Putting her feet on my shoulders I got deep inside the pussy that, 35 years ago had birthed me and Beth. I must have reached a spot that drove her crazy as she started writhing beneath me, her eyes almost rolled back in her head as she shrieked and screamed in the throes of sexual ecstasy.
Her pussy was doing amazing things to my cock, as I slid deep inside her I painted her depths with thick ropes of cum, collapsing on top of her I realised she was still Cumming. Her saturated pussy gripped my softening cock as she shook, her legs trembling, pushing myself hard against her Vulva I felt every tremor as she gradually came down. Going below deck we laid on the large bed and kissed and cuddled as I related last night's adventure to her. It seemed that in the past few months, Julie had resorted to a vibrator and her fingers, finally settling on a vibe, just inside her entrance as she fingered or used another vibe on her clit.
Calling Beth, I told her I was with Mum and we were going to stay on the boat overnight as we had a lot to talk about.
"OK, tell her I want some of my husband left in the morning," she giggled.
Julie and I cuddled and kissed for hours, eventually switching to 69 and delicious slow, gentle sex. In the morning Julie complained of a sore pussy but, produced some baby oil.
"Want your cock in my arse as I diddle my clit" she explained.
After she had cum several times, as I pounded her tight arsehole, I was still rock-hard pouring lots of baby oil onto my throbbing dick she wiped it clean with her shirt, guiding me to her sopping wet pussy, she sighed as I sank into her creamy depths. She came twice before my cock erupted deep inside her. I knew then that there was only 2 pussy's that could make me cum again and again, Beth and Julie's cunts seemed unique. Even compared to 20-year-old Megan, I knew, given the choice, I would rather penetrate my mother or sister.
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