Chapter 2:
Fuming Bass sputtered before screaming "What the HELL Miles? Why are you naked with my baby sister?"
Indignantly Angela stepped out and yelled back, "I am NOT a BABY!"
Turning Miles stepped right to block Bass' view of Angela and gently whispered, "Sweetheart, that argument is not going to help right now." Turning back around he continued, "Bass, you sister is 31 which makes her adult and after 7 years of dating she has just agreed to be my wife; so we are celebrating…"
"What?!" came the voice behind Bass before Charlotte stepped out and huffily demanded, "Angela what is wrong with you? Why would you want to marry my father? He's so old!"
"You bastard!" Miles bellowed as he dove toward Bass and started throwing punches. "That is my daughter!"
Having seen fights between these two their whole lives, Angela stepped around them and questioned, "I'm not sure if you realize it, but my dumbass brother is every bit as old as your father."
Shaking her head Charlotte reached into her bag for a beach cover and slipped it on before suggesting, "Since neither of us is dumb enough to try to separate them until they have blown off some steam with this fight how about you find some clothes?" Then, as she walked past her former babysitter and toward Bass' bedroom to drop her stuff, she called back "Should I start calling you Mom now?"
Frustrated at how her vacation had gone downhill so fast Angela headed out back out to the deck to retrieve her robe and then filled two pitchers of water to douse her idiot brother before he killed the man she loved. Moving back into the living room she lifted a pitcher with each arm and slowly poured the water over each man, until moments later – sputtering, they separated and looked up at her. "Miles go get showered and dressed. Bass grow up! And meet us out on the deck with your… girlfriend is it?"
"Actually…" Charlotte started.
But Angela pointed to the deck and interrupted "Save it! Both of you – deck now! We will join you in a few minutes."
Watching Bass storm out the back, Charlotte crossed to the fridge and grabbed a couple of bottles of beer. Then turning she held up the bottles and pronounced, "Just in case senility has set in dad, I am old enough to legally drink these, which means I am also old enough to be marrying Bass. He asked last night you know – after a particularly amazing round of sex." Then she turned and followed him out the door.
Snarling Miles stepped toward the porch before Angela shoved him toward the bathroom, "Shower, dress then we talk." She emphasized the final word talk in hopes he would calm down.
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Miles spun the shower handle with a little too much force and stepped into the spray of water without testing the temperature. As Angela followed him in and locked the door she immediately noticed the steam that had quickly enveloped the room and the swearing that was coming from behind the glass. Dropping her robe, Angela pulled open the door and asked, "Got any room for one more?" She could see his shoulders relax as he reached back for her hand. She immediately felt the burning water and pulled back. Miles reached to adjust the temperature and yanked her close to his body. Then pushing her up against the tile he devoured her neck. "Clearly I was right about one thing… I was thinking I might help you 'blow off a little steam'…"
Growling, "That does sound wonderful, but…" he paused and then lifted her legs to encircle his hips before thrusting up into her; "I would rather…" thrust, "the bastard…" pant thrust, "hear…" pant, "your…" thrust, "screaming…" then as he buried himself and tweaked her nipple as he breathed into her ear "… my name."
With a hard chortle, Miles released himself as he listened to Angela scream, "Oh GOD MILES, YES!"
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Outside
Charlotte settled herself onto Bass' lap and worked to settle his mounting anger. "That bastard knows I can hear what his is doing to my sister."
Stroking along his length, Charlotte used the friction of the khaki to redirect his attention, "Pay attention to me. Tell me these house rules."
Closing his eyes, Bass settled into the feeling of Charlotte's hand as she slipped the button and slid his zipper down.
"Unless he wants to have that part cut off, I would suggest putting it away before Miles joins us." Instructed Angela as she stepped out onto the porch.
Groaning Bass pushed Charlotte's hand away and re-zipped his shorts, before resettling her back on his lap to cover the evidence of their playtime. As she wiggled her soft bottom to settle herself, Charlotte heard Bass mutter, "That is the worst escape plan in the history of escape plans!"
Leaning over to kiss him, Charlotte patted his chest and added, "We don't need to escape. This is your house, you are my fiancé and we are doing nothing wrong."
Watching Miles step outside, Angela directed him to a chair before starting, "Ok… so clearly we all had the same idea… I would suggest that a conversation between you two seems a little overdue, but that appears to be obvious." Continuing to pace she considered the options before speaking again, "Bass, you are my brother and I love you, but I said yes and daddy gave his permission so grow up and learn to deal with the idea that I am marrying your best friend; Charlotte if you are an adult than you realize that your father, like your fiancé is only 42 and he makes me happy; and Miles she is 21 let them be happy. Now we are staying here for the next month… and you are staying here for…"
Grudgingly Bass responded, "The next month. I didn't know you had leave from Lejeune. Usually, you call me and say something when you are going to be on leave, but I guess getting in touch with me wasn't a priority."
Gruffly Miles replied, "Actually, I have been trying to call you for the last three months, but your secretary keeps telling me you are 'busy' with your intern; so not only are you messing around with my daughter, but you are also messing around ON my daughter."
Tittering Charlotte stuck out her hand toward her father, "Hi, I'm the General's intern. I told you I was working at Quantico for my language application internship."
"Fine…" Miles said, "but don't call his egotistical ass 'General'; he's not a full General yet."
With that final gruff comment Bass knew their friendship would be ok. They still had to talk, but not now. So he suggested, "Why don't you and Angela explore the island? Charlotte and I will unpack the car and get settled; then later you and I can grill."
Snickering Miles offered, "No, that wouldn't be right. I'll help you unload the car… unless there is some other reason you want to let perfectly good food sit too long in a car?"
Setting Charlotte aside, Bass stood and muttered "not anymore" as he passed by Miles and headed out toward the front door.
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Later that afternoon
Toweling off after her dip in the lake, Charlotte looked at her snoring, shirtless man and grinned before she whipped her head back and forth to shake out her hair over his sleeping form. Startled, Bass leapt up into a defensive position and swiveled his head back and forth looking for the source. Grinning and giggling Charlotte tossed her towel at Bass' head and darted toward the water. In hot pursuit, Bass charged after her lunging and reaching in an effort to capture her while she splashed him and weaved away deeper into the uneven muddy footing of the lake. Laughing, moments later Charlotte watched as Bass dove under; unable to follow his direction Charlotte rushed left only to fall into his trap and find him scooping her up a moment later and spinning her around; "Put me down!" she shrieked.
Grinning Bass shook his head and repositioned her from a basket hold so her legs were straddling his waist. "I've got a much better idea…" pausing to suckle the pulse point in her neck, "me..." kiss, "…stripping you naked..." kiss, "… and making you all mine…" kiss, "…right…" kiss, "…here…" kiss, "…right now!" he growled. His left hand gripped her ass, while his right hand slid up her back and pinched open her bra.
Gently smacking his shoulder Charlotte playfully accused, "You have quite a skill at that, don't you?"
From the beach they heard, "Quite a skill at what?" mockingly called out by Miles.
Petulantly Bass used his hands to re-hook the clasp before grousing, "I really hate that idiot!"
