Revenge Party
Copyright© 2026 by John D. Rodburn
Chapter 1
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1 - We brought three of the snobs on board, then nailed their uppity noses to the deck, figuratively. Then we sent for the other three. Party time.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft ft/ft Teenagers Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Humiliation Group Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Voyeurism Nudism
There was a guy with a dream once. His name was Dallas. There was a girl with a dream once. Her name was Virginia. They found each other one day and got married soon after. They had two children. The first was a boy they named Derrick. The second, almost a year later, was a girl they named Kara.
Dallas and Virginia were happy for the first five years. Dallas could only find menial jobs, although he had worked out a business plan for a company. Nobody would loan him the money to start it, though. He knew that if he met the right person, he could take off with it and be rich beyond his wildest dreams.
Virginia was getting discouraged. Her original dream was to marry some rich guy and have servants all over the mansion. She finally told Dallas that he had ruined her life, and she left. She married an investment banker who didn’t like kids at all. Virginia left her husband and her kids in the dust, never to be seen again.
Dallas wasn’t a complete failure, though. It just so happened that he had to pick a lawyer for his divorce. The lawyer knew something about business law. The lawyer made sure that Virginia could never get anything out of Dallas, then set him up. Dallas made it big because he had found someone that believed that he had a good idea.
We were told that over the next ten years, Virginia divorced and married three more times. Each one was richer than the last. Her streak of luck ended when her last husband died of a massive heart attack and left her out in the cold.
Of course, we heard that story all of our lives. Dallas is my father. Since he came from a humble background, he is very attentive to Kara and me. He is never too busy for us and would never leave us out in the cold. Dad did make it big. In fact, I am writing this while sitting in my cabin on our 150-foot yacht.
The day we got here, it was warm, and an all-around beautiful day. Kara had just turned fourteen a few days before, and we were going to take a cruise. Actually, it was a birthday present for Kara. She was able to bring three of her snobby friends.
Kara is far from being a snob. Dad taught us both well. She is just as warm and caring as he is. She was supposed to have six of her friends come, but the other three were worse snobs than the three that came. They all come from old money.
The three girls were very sexy-looking. That only went skin deep though. They treated Kara as if she was their maid. We have a small pool on the aft deck. The first day, the girls changed as fast as they could and went up there. They were always looking around to see who was looking at them. When they saw someone looking, they made snide comments about them.
I wasn’t going to go swimming, and still had my street clothes on. I couldn’t believe the sneers I got from those three. One of them even tried to order me to get her another drink. I told her where to go ... to get her own.
Dad was supposed to be going with us. We knew that he had been really busy lately with a new project. He always watches over new projects himself, to the point that he sometimes won’t come home for days. This happened to be one of those times.
“Your father called, Master Derrick,” the captain said. “He sends his apologies, and told me to get underway as soon as your aunt arrives.”
“Aunt Stephanie is coming with us?”
“Yes, sir. She should arrive within the hour.”
“Thank you, captain. This trip won’t be so boring after all. Oh. After we get underway, we can dispense with this Master and sir stuff, okay?”
“As you wish ... sir.” He smiled, then went back to the wheelhouse.
“Good news, ladies,” I said, as I approached the pool. “Dad can’t make it, but our aunt will be here soon.”
“Aunt Stephanie is coming with us?” Kara asked. “Goody.”
“Goody?” one of the girls asked. “How childish is that?” They all laughed ... except Kara. I cringed for her.
“Derrick, my main man. How’s it hangin’?”
Even before I turned around, I knew that voice. It was Tommy. He is our all-around man. He serves as the butler and head mechanic. Well, he’s the only mechanic. What he doesn’t know about boats, they haven’t invented yet. Dad got a second chance when he founded his business, so he likes to return the favor.
Tommy is an ex-con. He was sent up for, of all things, stealing boats. Dad found out about him and arranged for his early release. The judge put him in Dad’s “care” for five years. It’s been six now.
“Tommy, my man. It hangs good, dude.” We slapped a high-five, then shook.
“What’s with the three knockouts?”
“Kara just turned fourteen, and this is her party.”
“No. Little Kara?”
“She’s not so little now. There she is, over there.” I pointed to my sister.
“Baby girl,” he said. “You lookin’ good, little lady.”
“Why, thank you, sir,” she said as she approached us. “You’re not so shabby yourself.”
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