CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Father and daughter traveled, learned, shared new experiences, and loved one another very deeply. Two years after Ellie passed away they returned to the beach house for their yearly stint ashore. This time they sailed the Happy Gal across the Pacific with a young couple who were married just two days before they helped Steve and Sandy pull out of the harbor. The crossing took a little over two weeks, and as the newlyweds were eager to be left alone as much as possible, Steve and Sandy spent a lot of time talking and planning.
Steve was looking forward to seeing Pauline Bell again. Sandy kidded him about being too shy to make a pass at her and Steve smiled. Sandy was always eager for her father to get into an affair with a new woman. Only twice had she really approved of one of Steve's lovers to the extent that she encouraged her father to marry, but Steve had demured at telling the prospective new wives that he slept with his daughter. So far he had not been able to meet a woman whom he felt could accept that. He and Sandy knew that they would still desire each other physically, even if he did marry, so he remained a bachelor.
Sandy asked Steve if he would mind if she tried to do something to help his relationship with Polly Bell, since he wasn't exactly banging down her door. He told her to do what she thought best, and then forgot about her request.
Sandy bed turned into a young woman at fifteen. She developed a fine mind, with her travel and Steve's tutoring, and just before leaving Honolulu, she had successfully passed the high school equivalency examinations. She was nearly sixteen and ready for college. Steve was really proud of her.
Her body had ripened in pace with her mind and personality. She had long, nicely tapered legs that swelled into soft round hips and then was nipped by a tiny waist. Her torso was distinctive by her two glorious breasts that were more than a good handful for him when they were in bed, and their firmness was mitigated by their soft texture. Her hair and grown even paler than it was as a child, and her aqua-blue eyes seemed to be even more vivid as her dark brows and lashes grew in. Her finely shaped chin and high cheek bones gave her a slightly Oriental appearance, except for the hair. She was a beauty, and Steve was aware that more and more men were looking at her speculatively, as though to determine exactly how old she was. For over six months now, she had been more and more restless, and Steve suspected that she was perhaps beginning to feel the need for more companionship closer to her own age than he represented.
They arrived at San Francisco as school was finishing for the year, and the summer promised to be an exciting and fun-filled time for father and daughter. Taking her school records, they enrolled her in college in San Francisco and then they both realized that a phase of their lives was going to change soon. Sandy was going to live on campus during the week, and then commute to the beach house on holidays and weekends. Steve had made up his mind that only on extended school holidays and summers would he leave the States. He could now write at home with no difficulty, and his travels were more out of personal preference rather than a need to gather more material.
They settled in the house, and Sandy began spending time away from him while he worked. It was his practice to rise early with her and ride along the beach until the sun was well up. After breakfast he would work in his combination bedroom and study, which was the second floor of the 'A' Frame house. He and Sandy lunched together, and then usually swam or went shopping together if they felt like it. Afternoons not spent swimming or shopping were spent back at his desk, in the event he had an inspiration he wanted to follow up. Sandy always found something to amuse herself with. Steve knew she could live alone if need be some day as she was interested in a wide variety of subjects. He also had seen her with the Bell twins, and they seemed to play well in the surf and alone the beach. It was during those times that Sandy could revert back to the stereotyped fifteen- year-old child, and thus her companions were not made ill at ease. She was a most astute girl, he knew.
He had immediately contacted Polly Bell and dated her several times, but to no avail. He was reluctant to push the relationship since she seemed so wrapped up in the memory of her late husband. Having two boys as sons also made him a bit hesitant to approach her. What kind of life could he lead with her, if it were impossible to continue to love Sandy as he had? She too looked forward to a life spent in complete freedom around her father, and he didn't want to put anything or anyone in the way of that dream.
One afternoon in late July he had lain down to sleep while Sandy was down on the beach. He had swum and then showered, and, instead of turning on the air conditioning which neither of them cared for particularly, he had lain down wrapped in a loin cloth and fell asleep on his bed, with the breeze gently billowing the curtains.
His dreams were interrupted by a rising penis that triggered his body's passions, and soon he was groaning and stirring on the bed. At the moment when he experienced an orgasm, he came instantly awake to find Sandy curled between his thighs, sucking him off. He reveled in the love and passion they shared, and afterward, Sandy handed him his afternoon martini which she'd prepared and brought up along with her own glass of wine.
'You know, you could get in trouble tending bar while you're a minor, young lady,' he said with a sly grin.
'Father, your sense of propriety is commendable. I'm sure my morals will be safe as long as I am in your hands.'
They both laughed at the joke, and Sandy got off the bed to pull up a chair beside him. She kicked off her sandals and put her feet on the bed. Her blue silk dress fell away, revealing her lovely legs clear to her lap. Steve reached out a hand and pushed the material higher, revealing dainty pale-blue bikini panties that were nearly transparent. He looked at her pubic mound that had developed and gently caressed her private area with his tanned hand.
'What you see is what you get – if you want it,' she said. Her eyebrows were arched as though challenging him to take her in a way he had refrained from doing all these years.
'Listen, you tempting little minx, I have enough trouble keeping myself in check with you, without you tempting me and egging me on. Do you really think you could get this dick of mine into that tight little cunt?'
Sandy looked exasperated. 'Oh Daddy, when are you going to stop worrying about that. My heavens, if the man I marry doesn't like a good comfortable pussy, then he can go to hell. Meanwhile, you go through a lot of discomfort not having a woman to make love to like you should. I'm afraid you're so addicted to oral sex by now that you won't be able to use it properly if you find someone.'
He smiled at her. 'This conversation is probably the weirdest one taking place along the whole beach tonight, from Canada to Mexico. In any case, I'm not going to spoil it for the guy you eventually settle down with. Anyway, that mouth of yours and those tricky hands have kept me pretty happy now for over three years.'
'It's closer to four now. I wonder how many times you've been sucked off in that time? I bet I've consumed enough semen to populate half of China.' She leaned over quickly and kissed his lips, and then walked to the curtains and drew them back. 'I loved every drop of it too, Daddy. I hope you aren't sorry to let me talk you into our arrangement. It's not been exactly normal, I know, and maybe you would have been happier simply getting a grown girlfriend or even remarried.'
'You haven't heard me complaining, have you, baby? I know I could have remarried, but the ladies weren't exactly liberated enough to accept our way of life. Would you want to stop doing what we've shared? Any time you want to, you know you can. The last thing I'd ever want to do is make you unhappy, Sandy.'
She smiled at her father and said, 'No, I wouldn't really want to give up what we have. But it would be nice to have a family like some we've met.'
She walked back to her chair and sat back down. 'As long as we're on the subject, I may as well tell you that I have been working on something along the lines of our conversation.'
'What do you mean?' Steve asked. His curiosity was instantly aroused.
'Well, let's just say that if things go right, we may be able to expand our circle of intimate friends around here. If all works well, you may have an opportunity to get a lot closer to Polly Bell.'
Steve sat up and put his feet on the floor. Leaning toward his daughter, he said, 'Sandy, I like Polly a lot, but I don't want anything to be forced on her. Just what have you been up to? She's a sensitive woman, and she took the loss of her husband pretty badly. All she has left are her boys, and I doubt if she's going to bed with them.'
'Daddy, you're usually one hundred percent right, but as of this morning, Polly Bell became the twins'
