her love. If he didn't say anything, then she would be encouraged to try again. There was also the fact that every time he thought about having his lovely daughter in his bed, his loins ached. He wondered if there was something wrong with him. He'd never lusted after her body before.
He stood up and faced Sandy, who looked up at him.
'Look baby, let's sleep on it and we'll discuss it again tomorrow. Right now I better get on deck and you have to go to sleep. You have the morning watch remember.'
She smiled brightly at him. He noticed that she was losing her baby features and her eyes were taking on a more sophisticated look. Their bright blue, shone like sapphires out of her healthy tanned face. Her white teeth flashed in the gloom of the salon.
'Daddy, don't worry about me. I'm almost a woman now. I can take good care of you after Ellie leaves us. There won't be any need for anyone to know and if it makes both of us happy, what's the difference how we do it? I'm not a dumb kid. I know what incest is, and I don't care. I also know that you must have liked what I did or you wouldn't have come like you did, even if you were asleep.'
'Good night Sandy. It I stand here and listen to any more of your arguments, I'll end up in bed with you. I guess you are growing up, but then if you are, you have to understand that it isn't a healthy relationship for a daughter and her father to share. Now that's all I'm going to say tonight. Kiss me good night and go to sleep.'
He leaned over and started to kiss her on the cheek as he usually did. Sandy quickly grabbed his head and pushed her mouth against his. Before he could stop her, her tongue slipped between his lips and he tasted his daughter's tongue for the first time. Her lips were soft and she smelled of some unknown sweet fragrance.
He quickly straightened up and stared at her grinning face. 'You're terrible, Sandra Lark. I think you need to be put ashore and into a good school. You're turning into an unprincipled woman, sailing around like this.'
She stretched out under the covers and smiled at him. Her face didn't look like the sweet, innocent twelve- year-old child that had eaten dinner with him a few hours earlier. He was suddenly aware that the light T-shirt she was wearing was beginning to fill out a little in front too.
He turned away and hurried from the salon and back on deck. He took a couple of deep breaths and then stood beside Ellie.
'I don't know what happened tonight, but I think I may have a problem on my hands.'
'It's only a problem if you handle it wrong or make it into one. I have to confess that I listened to the conversation, and she's not going to be easily swayed. She wants to make love to you, Steve. She's grown up a lot more inside than she is on the outside apparently. Did you know that she started menstruating a year ago? That's awful young for a girl. She's got a lot of adult hormones in her that are waking up and she's out to exercise them. She admitted masturbating for the past year and she seemed to have really enjoyed the two sexual experiences she had. Now the question is can you talk her out of this without making her feel you don't love her? If you can't, then are you.ready to put her into school somewhere and live a regular nine to five routine?'
Steven sighed and shook his head. 'I'd hate to give up this life, and I don't want to leave Sandy anywhere. I really think that being able to travel and being tutored is good for her. Hell, she's smarter than nearly every other kid I've ever met her age. This thing tonight though has me scared. What if she develops some psychological attachment that she can't overcome? Her whole life could be ruined.'
Ellie said, 'I told her that someday you would want a woman of your own, that was your age, and that maybe you'd like to remarry. She thought that would be fine. She said she just wanted to make you happy until you found one. She wasn't the least bit upset that you and I made love a couple times. That doesn't smack of the usual father fixation that I've heard of. I don't know Steve, maybe I'm totally wrong, but considering your unusual life style and the personalities involved here, maybe it would work out. Are you really morally against incest or just this particular case?'
Steve looked at her a moment. 'You know I never thought about it. I mean, I don't approve of it generally, but I never developed any hatreds against the word or the act. I just don't have any experience in something like this.'
'Well you do now. How'd it feel?'
He looked sharply at her and she was wearing a pixie grin. He was angry at the casual way she'd asked him about something that could be very serious. Then his honest nature got the better of him.
'Hell, why fight it. I must have enjoyed it. I came all over the place. Just thinking about her sucking on my organ gets me half hard. I have to admit, I guess, that I'm not that opposed to this idea she hag. Look Ellie, talk to her again for me. Sometime tomorrow, or whenever you find the time's right. I just can't fall into bed with my daughter without putting up a fight. Maybe after sleeping on it you can come up with something.'
Ellie realized that Steve was being torn between mixed emotions, yet at the same time he wanted only what was best for his daughter. She agreed to help him again, and then he told her to go below as he had a great deal of thinking to do.
Ellie shrugged and quickly left the deck. She was pretty sure that Steve would give in, in the end. Ellie could think of very few reasons why this would not work out, given the right people and circumstances, and she could also think of a couple of good reasons why it could bring a mutual benefit to both Steve and Sandy. Ellie was also pretty sure that before the trip was over, she would witness Steve Lark make love to his young, loving daughter.
Chapter 14
They were one day out of Guam, the central island in the Marianas chain, and only two days behind his predetermined schedule. The boat was handling fine and their supplies were holding out as expected. They planned on pulling in at Guam to replenish their fresh water and foods. They all agreed it would be nice to dress up and go ashore for the evening. They also planned on staying in one of the local hotels.
Nothing further had been said about that night in Steve's cabin, and even Ellie had not made any advances at him. Steve was beginning to feel the tug of his sexual appetites, and Ellie's body became a focal point of his interest.
At dinner that night they broke out a bottle of wine and celebrated the completion of the first big leg of their trip. When Steve went up on deck to assume the evening watch, he took the half-filled bottle with him. This being the last night before land fall, he decided to relax his vigil at the helm.
He sat and sipped the heady wine as he listened to one of Sandy's tapes flu the night air around the boat with a charming melody. She and Ellie were below, trying to decide on their wardrobe for the following evening, and their happy laughing voices could be heard on occasion. Steve could feel the wine affecting his brain. He usually did not indulge in wine, other than with his meal. It seemed to do far more damage than liquor, and the results were so much quicker.
Around ten o'clock the noisy voices quieted down and the salon lights were turned down. The music wasn't turned off so Steve figured Ellie had gone to bed for some sleep before coming on watch, and Sandy was using the shower and perhaps doing up her hair.
Steve finally drained the bottle and flipped it over the side of the boat. He was definitely tinder its influence now, and his blood raced as his brain reeled in his head. The music made him think of dancing with Ellie and holding her strong and erotic, mature body. The thought of her sweet-scented flesh and hot sucking mouth gave Steve an instant erection that he massaged unconsciously as he continued to dream.
Just then the hatch opened and Ellie appeared. Steve shook his head, unable to fully believe what he saw standing before him. Ellie was smiling. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, but the ends whipped in the breeze. Her scent told him that she wore the same perfume he'd detected the first night they danced and then made love on the boat. Steve stared at the gown she was wearing. It was black. Thin lacy straps held it on her shoulders. It molded itself to each contour of her body as the wind pressed it against her flesh. Her large breasts and large nipples were sharply outlined as the material lovingly clung to her body. Her crotch was highlighted as the wind blew the gown between her thighs. Steve was awed at the sensuality she was exuding. He noted that Ellie was wearing small sandals with straps and a short heel. When the wind whipped the hem of the gown up, he also saw she was wearing smoke-colored nylons.
His cock began to pound in his shorts, and he knew that he would have to have release tonight, and this
