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CHAPTER TWELVE

The calm lasted almost twenty-four hours, and early the following evening the wind freshened and began to billow the sails.

Sandy and her father had spent most of the afternoon fishing off the stern of the boat, and they had just finished feasting off of a large, juicy sea bass when the clattering of the rigging announced that the wind was coming up. Steve quickly took the wheel and stood the first night watch.

At midnight Ellie relieved him and he went below. Feeling hot and sticky, he grabbed a towel and soap, and going up on the forward deck, he dipped water from the ocean and quickly lathered up and then rinsed himself. Getting a bucket of fresh water, he soon had the salt water residue off his skin, and he allowed the night air to dry him as he smoked a last cigarette before going below.

He felt so refreshed he did not bother putting on a clean pair of shorts. Instead, he opened his port hole and the transom over his cabin door, and, lying in his bunk nude, he allowed the night air to wash over his clean, refreshed body. The soothing effect of the rocking boat soon had him deep in slumber.

Steve's body became aroused and in his dreaming he was being ravished by both Christine, his wife, and Ellie. He dreamed of their scented flesh and the softness of their limbs as he intertwined with the two of them and tasted their body juices. His fantasy built until he was at the point of actually achieving an orgasm in his bunk. He thrashed around as he came closer and closer to the brink. His wife had his cock in her hot mouth, while Ellie had her face buried in his ass, her tongue digging into his rectum with hot, wet probes. His hips bucked as he finally shot his sperm into Christine's mouth and he heard her moaning and slurping the unleashed tide of come he was giving her.

He had her head in his hands, and he was attempting to drive his cock into her mouth even farther than she usually sucked him in. She suddenly started gagging and coughing, and Steve could feel her saliva and his sperm being coughed up and splashed on his thighs and crotch. He couldn't understand why she was making such a mess of things. He saw her face in his mind, and it was the usual composed coldness he was used to, and his cock seemed to be plunging into her mouth with no effort on her part. Yet he felt the juices run down his sensitive thighs and he heard the gagging.

Steve suddenly came out of his dream. He was aware of the presence of a body between his thighs, and he was still aware of the gagging and coughing sound in his darkened cabin.

Quickly sitting up he turned to find his bed light.

"Ellie, what in the hell are you trying to do? You're supposed to be on deck on…"

His heart stopped and he felt cold all over. There cringing at his feet was Sandy. Her small hand still gripped his erect stalk, and at the moment there were tears running from her eyes as she attempted to get her breath. He saw the sperm and saliva that she'd coughed up, splattered on her hand and his thighs. She had globe of his sperm on her lips and chin. He thought he was going to be sick and then he cried out in his agony.

"MY GOD SANDY! What in the hell are you doing here!"

His sudden fear and disgust had turned to anger, and his voice was loud and cracked with the passion of the moment.

"Baby, come here to me. What in the hell possessed you to come in here like that. My God, baby."

She was crying now. The tears ran down her cheeks, and, as Steve scooped her up and held her next to him, they washed over his chest. She was shuddering, either from the passion she had endured while blowing her father, or from the fright and shame that he'd put in her when he'd discovered her. In any case, at that moment, his strong arms felt better than anything she could ever remember. She clung to him and sobbed her heart out.

Ellie burst into the small cabin and stopped short as she quickly took in what had happened. Steve's cock was only half deflated and there was still the residue of his sperm lying on his legs and on the sheets between his thighs. She looked at Sandy and she saw that she, too, had some of Steve's sperm on her too. Her heart wrenched when she first thought that Steve had forced his daughter to perform this act on him. Then seeing the grief in both their faces she realized that Steve could never commit such an act with his daughter.

"Will someone stop crying and tell me what's going on here? I heard a shout on deck, and then when I saw your light shining through the port, Steve, I thought maybe you'd been attacked by a rat or something."

He looked up at Ellie, and he realized that the reason she wasn't in focus was due to the tears in his own eyes.

"Ellie, get me some wet clothes please? We'll explain everything in a few moments."

The woman quickly did as Steve asked, and after handing them to the concerned father, she said, "Ill heat the coffee and be on deck when you're ready to talk. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

She got the coffee pot on and then returned to the wheel on deck. She was sure that Steve hadn't enticed Sandy into his bed, so therefore she must have snuck into his cabin and aroused him to climax during his sleep. She knew it was possible for a woman to do that, as she'd done it to Buck many times. But, to imagine that Sandy could ever accomplish such a delicate thing, much less even get the idea, was shocking to Ellie. It didn't dawn on her until just now that Sandy was still dressed when Ellie had burst into the room. No, Steve certainly didn't have anything to do with this, she thought.

Twenty minutes later Sandy came up on deck and silently went to the back of the stern and sat down. She hugged her legs and looked out over the water, not speaking to Ellie. Ellie looked at her for a moment and shrugged and then turned back to the compass in front of her to make sure of her heading.

Steve emerged a few minutes later carrying a tray with three steaming mugs of coffee for all of them. Sandy took hers silently and sipped from it. He gave Ellie hers, and she saw the look of disbelief was still there. He also looked as confused as she'd ever seen a man look. She could only begin to imagine the thoughts that were flashing through his shocked brain.

She finally broke the silence.

"Okay, let's hear it. What happened? Actually I saw what happened, what I'd like to know is why and how it happened. Steve, I really don't figure that you really tried to seduce your own daughter, so why don't you tell me what you do know about it."

"Christ, I don't know what or why, Ellie. I was having what I thought was a wet dream. I obviously wasn't. What woke me up was Sandy choking and spitting up on the…" He couldn't bring himself to finish.

Ellie nodded her head and turned to look at Sandy.

"Honey, what caused you to do it? I mean I know you love your Daddy, but what in the world ever made you think of going into his room like that?"

Sandy didn't look at either of them. Her voice was barely heard. "I don't want to talk about it. Just leave me alone please."

Steve turned quickly and hollered at her, "Well, you're damned well going to talk about it. Sandy, my God, you scare the hell out of me like that and then make me feel like the world's original Dirty Old Man, and then you say you don't feel like talking about it. Why the hell did you come into my bed and do that to me!"

Sandy shrank back in the face of this never before seen anger in her father. She felt dirty and frightened. She was also a little nauseated prom swallowing and choking on his come. Instead of replying she broke into heartbroken sobbing.

Ellie got up from the wheel and grabbed Steve's arm. "You take the wheel. We girls are going below and have a quiet talk. I guarantee it'll be better than this wild yelling at each other."

Steve was so numb he didn't argue. He watched as Ellie lifted Sandy from the seat and help her through the hatch. He stared out at sea for an unknown amount of time. Finally Ellie emerged from the darkened salon, alone. She came up to him and laid a hand on his arm.

Her face was sad and yet calm when she spoke to him.

"You're going to have to go down and talk to her Steve. She's convinced that you hate her for what she did. She told me that she saw you and me that night at the dock, and then again a few nights ago. She said that she heard you say that you needed a woman on the boat with you, and she wanted to show you that she was woman enough for the job."

"She loves you so much Steve, she'd do anything for you. I asked her if she'd ever done it before or anything like that, for that matter, and she admitted that she'd lost her virginity a year ago at a dance on the campus. She said that one of the sons of one of the professors and she had been playing doctor and nurse – well hell, you know what happened."

"In any case, she lost her virginity and was afraid to tell you. Then that last boy you had on board, Jerry something, well he got her to admit that she'd fooled around and he gave her some more lessons. In any case though, tonight was the first time she'd ever attempted to take sperm in her mouth like that. She just loved you so much, she thought it would make you happy."

Steve felt his heart break. "Oh Christ, what've I done to her. I never should have taken her away from her mother. I'm to blame for this I suppose. I should have known not to fool around on the boat like I did." He slammed his hand down hard on the teak-wood coaming.

Ellie spoke up. "All right, now just wait a minute. In the first place, you didn't take her away from her mother from what I hear. Her mother left her. What could you do really? In the second place, sex was something that she discovered before she ever saw this boat, so that's something you can't assume the responsibility for. Another thing, if you and your wife had been aboard and you had Sandy here, would you refrain from making love to her, simply because Sandy might find out? Sex is a fact of life, just like that sky and the ocean. It's the way you handle sex that makes it messy and confusing for people."

Steve looked at Ellie as if he wanted to be consoled by her words, but wasn't able to yet be convinced.

"Ellie, I want more than anything to feel like I'm not responsible for the destruction of my daughter. But Ellie, she came into my cabin, got into my bed and put my sex organ in her mouth. That was my child who did that. Then to make it even worse, she ends up with my sperm in her belly and all over her face. How can I rationalize that?"

"Don't try. Simply believe that she loved you enough to want to do what she'd seen me do. It seemed to make you happy as hell then, and she figured she was woman enough to emulate me. Hell, you let her cook, sew, and buy groceries for you. She's never been told there was anything that she couldn't do as well as anyone else, that's why she's so self-assured and confident. Please Steve, don't make her feel dirty or degraded. That was an act of love. Go down there and love her in return. Let her feel your warmth."

"What do I do if she wants to know if she can do it again. I'm going to have to tell her it wasn't dirty or wrong, so what do I do if she wants to try to do it again?"

Ellie didn't speak for a long moment. She looked with deep speculation at him. "That's something you're going to have to decide for yourself. I can't help you. I can tell you that there are a lot of people in the world who take their own children to bed with them. There are a dozen reasons why they do, and the societies they live in don't condemn them. We live in a society that locks you up if you do. I can understand the argument against creating a child that way, and I can understand why forcing a child to submit to you could damage her emotionally, but in this case she's neither pregnant nor a rape victim."

"Ellie, are you trying to tell me something? I know you're a little off center when it comes to tradition, and we both know how capricious your mood gets whenever you want sex. Have you ever been to bed with your son?"

Ellie smiled smugly. "That Captain Lark, is none of your damned business. What I do with you is one thing, but that doesn't mean I have to tell you everything about me or my past. I will tell you this though, I've known it to happen in other families and there wasn't a great hullabaloo. I know of only one instance where it resulted in tragedy, and that was because the mother didn't have the good sense to talk things over with her husband, and he caught his son screwing his mother one night. The divorce was quick and final, but the son stayed with his mother."

"That was years ago and now the kid's married with a happy family of his own. The gal went on to get remarried to a South American that got shot in a political debate, and now she owns a half a million acres of grass and so many cattle she can't count them, in Argentina. That is not one of your run-of-the-mill stories though, so don't take it as your average test case. Oh hell Steve, I can't decide this for you. Take it a step at a time and we'll see what happens next. Anyway, the most important thing is to go down there and make sure she knows you love her and don't think she's a freak or something."

He nodded and headed for the hatchway. After he was gone Ellie thought to herself, I doubt that this is the last time you wake up and find Sandy in you bed, my friend. She has a case of father worship that won't quit, and I suspect that you'll succumb in the end. Hell, I can think of worse things to have happen to you. She smiled when she thought of her old Uncle Charlie and what he'd done after he'd discovered her and her brother one day in her room. Uncle Charlie had been a realist. He'd also taught her things her brother hadn't even thought of yet.