She stopped, searching his eyes. “Do it.” Tucking her rust-polished fingernails under the ornate golden cheeks, she urged the papier-mache face ...upward. The elastic band swept through his dark locks and popped back at her fingers as inch by inch she revealed him. A stubbled chin, full lower lip, bowed upper one. The straight nose. Coal black burning gaze, framed by fine, long lashes. The mask trembled in her grip, her arms falling to her sides as recognition electrified her skin. He was one. They were pirates' waters.Any advice to avoid the good fishing grounds was always going to be ignored, and the following morning I loaded a small yacht with my fishing gear and a Thermos flask of hot tea. The sea was calm and land was just a minor footnote on the horizon. I could see the "Pirate Island" a couple of hundred feet away but it was silent and still, save for a few birds nestling in the plethora of trees that had taken root on the lonely outcrop.It was peaceful and serene and I. We continued hugging and bathing, he turned me over and started putting some liquid soap in my ass.Suddenly he turned off the shower and started drying me with a towel. Then he dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist. I was expecting second round but that would be after the break. There wasn’t another towel in the bathroom so the only option I had a scarf lying on the bar. I tied the scarf like a sarong and walked behind him where the coffee was waiting for us.While having coffee. I just wanted to surprise you." I giggled, thinking about how much fun it was to tease me brother."You sure did surprise me, Jen, but that's not the half of it. Mom isn't wearing any panties either!"I started to laugh and thought to myself, 'like mother like daughter.'The sunset was breath taking. I stood next to Eddie, my hip touching his several times, and watched as the large orange ball sank into the ocean. When the sun was only a half a sphere, the water reflected its mirror image. I felt.