3 Stepbrothers

Clear Skies

Blake's POV

"But dad!" I crossed my arms over my chest. "I want the red board."

"Now Blake you have to learn how to share." Dad grinned as he knelt in front of me and placed a glob of sunscreen on my face. Even though I was angry, it managed to get me to smile. I pushed him away and started spreading the sunscreen throughout my exposed body.

"What if there's a shark?" Shawn asked trying to balance the surf board under his arm even if it was significantly bigger than him. "Dad!" He shouted suddenly, "What if it's Jaws dad?! Isn't that like some radioactive shark! No no no, no way dad! I'm not going in there! What if it bites me?" He thought about it for a second, "Oh my god! What if it does bite me? I could be Shark Man!"

Dad laughed and ruffled Shawn's hair, "I'll be Octo-man then."

Shawn frowned, "Why would you want to be a stop sign?"

I smirked, "At least he knows his shapes."

"Now don't be mean Blake." Mom laid down on her towel beside Cole. "Are you going in the water honey?" She directed to Cole.

He was laying down in the sun with his shades on trying to tan I assumed. "Nope," he said, "I just put the sunscreen on. Doctors say I should wait fifteen minutes before going in the water or else the waves wash it off."

Dad chuckled, "Where do you get all these factoids?"

Shawn laughed, "Factoids sounds like Fat Toys." He continued laughing and buckled over, his hands on his knees as he dropped the surf board, "Fat Toys! Yes Cole, where do you get those Fat Toys?"

I shook my head, "Are you coming or not?" I picked up the blue surf board and placed in under my arm. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up at my dad. He was smiling looking between Cole, Shawn, and mom. I couldn't help but notice how much Cole looks like dad. Even his figure looks like dad. But mostly the facial structure. The only difference was the nose.

Shawn shook his head, "I'm going to do the Shark dance."

"Shark dance?" Dad asked.

"So it'll come," Shawn commenced in his shark dance. He moved in a circle with his hand on his back as a dorsal fin. He chanted gibberish and continued to dance as he 'summoned' the shark.

Dad laughed before turning me towards the sea. "Come on Blake, race you to the buoy."

I scanned the horizon until I saw the red buoy that was floating on the water. It looked so far away that I felt a small pang of fear. "All the way over there?" I asked.

"Yeah." Dad grinned, "Come on. I'll be right there beside you the whole time."

"But why so far?"

"Because I want to show you the sand bar." Dad grabbed the pair of goggles we had and handed me one. "I'll help you through it, come on."

I sighed as we walked into the salt water. It was refreshing against the hot summer sun. But also help raspy and tasted saltier than usual. "Are we even going to make it with the waves?" I asked as we paddled through the water.

I heard dad laugh behind me, "Just dive if you see a wave."

Whenever a wave came by, I'd do as dad told me and dive underneath it, feeling it tumble above me. The goggles kept some of the water out of my eyes but I ended up slinging them around my neck when they fogged up. Now I had to strain a bit when I kept my eyes open underneath the water because it'd sting more. "Dad we're really far away." I stated as I looked back. The water had gotten colder and by now I couldn't even pin point where the bottom of the ocean was. "Dad..." I said with fear hidden behind my voice.