12 comments/ 49970 views/ 118 favorites An Unknown Relative By: blackrandl1958 I was working on my boat and the sun was beating down pretty hard. Some of the wood around a cleat had dry rot and I had found the mahogany to replace it. It's getting harder and harder to find but I got lucky and found some in the back of an old lumber yard. They had forgotten they had it and I bargained them out of it. I don't think they knew what they had. I went to the cooler for a beer and I had just popped the top when a van pulled up at the end of the pier. It looked like a rental and you don't see many of those at the pier in this part of Mexico. We tend to old, beat-up pickup trucks for the natives and black Mercedes for the drug lords. A suit got out of the passenger seat and opened the side door. A stunning redhead got out. She had on blue jeans and a white, button up shirt. Her hair was that orange flame you see sometimes back in the States and it hung down past her butt. The two of them came down the pier, checking the names of the boats until they got to me. They saw the name on the side, Jacks Full and they stopped. The man cleared his throat. "Are you Benson McDonald?" he asked. "No," I lied. "I'm just a boat repair guy. I can give him a message though." "Do you know where we can find him?" he asked. "You give me the message and if he wants to talk to you, he'll find you," I told him. The girl spoke for the first time. Her voice was low and husky and I wanted her to keep talking. It sent a thrill through me for some reason. She was drop dead gorgeous. She had a tan, which was odd for a redhead, but she had that kind of skin. She was tall and slender and she couldn't hide the size of her breasts under that shirt. Her face was off the front page of a fashion magazine. She had huge green eyes and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her perfect nose. Her lips were full and luscious and she had those high cheekbones that are the trademark of beauty. She was obviously very young, maybe eighteen, I guessed. "When you see him, tell him that his daughter is in town and looking for him," she said. "My name is Pendry. We're staying at the Flamingo and I'll meet him in the restaurant if he wants to talk to me." She turned away and they walked back to the van, leaving me standing there stunned. What the hell? I didn't have a daughter. I'd been married once, but my ex got tired of being married to a guy that was only home two months out of the year. We never had any kids and I hadn't heard from her in years. What the hell? I wondered if this was some sort of scam someone was trying to pull. The problem with that was; no one knew I had money. I did, but I never spent it in the same place twice. The gold I found on that wreck off the coast of Peru had never been reported and I had converted it into a dozen different currencies in a dozen different countries over a decade. I couldn't even imagine how they found me. I try to make it hard to find me. I don't use cell phones and I don't use computers. I haven't been in the States for fifteen years and I had changed berths twice this year. I must have slipped somewhere. I sat down and drank my beer. The Jacks Full is a comfortable old tub. It was built for a Columbian drug lord back in the seventies and she was a mess when I got her. I had her in tip top shape now. She had 120 feet of waterline and three nice roomy cabins. Her twin diesels could make 20 knots in a good sea and I had a nice little 24 foot runabout I towed. I finished the deck work and put on a coat of spar varnish while I thought about what was going on. When I was done I had made up my mind. I would check the situation out and see what was up. Whatever happened I knew I had to see that gorgeous girl again. I showered and put on khakis and a polo shirt and my best deck shoes. I sprayed a little body spray on and brushed my teeth. I got the little Glock 9mm auto out and put on a rig. I pulled on a black jacket and looked myself over. I'm 40-years old. A life on the water gave me that deep-water tan and I have blonde hair, bleached almost white by the sun. I keep it short and bristly. I had put on about five pounds and I knew I needed to take it off. It gets harder the older I get. I'm six four and weigh 240 pounds in fighting trim. I have an exercise room with a treadmill and lots of free weights that I spend a lot more time in than I want to. I put on my Oakley's and went down to the car. I have a 1969 El Camino Super Sport. It's red with the black Chevy SS stripes. It's a 396 stroker and it rumbled to life, turning a few heads in the parking lot. I drove to the Flamingo and checked the front desk. They didn't have a Pendry McDonald registered. I thought for a minute. They did have a Pendry Roberts. I called her room and heard that husky little voice over the phone. I told her I had contacted Benson McDonald and he wanted to meet her. She agreed to meet in the restaurant in an hour. You needed reservations to eat at the Flamingo so I made them for an hour later and I went to the bar. I watched a soccer game, drank a beer and ate peanuts. I was waiting when she came down and she had the suit with her. "Where's Mr. McDonald?" he asked. "Who wants to know?" I asked him. "I represent Reilly, Swindoll and Crouch," he said. "We're a law firm." "You should represent yourself," I told him. "Dinner reservations are for two. If you want to make an appointment with Mr. McDonald you'll have to make your own. This one isn't for you." He looked at her and she nodded. He disappeared and I offered her my arm. She took it and the guy at the desk seated us. "So, you're my father," she said. "I'd like to be, but no; I don't think I am," I told her. "Maybe we can just be friends." Any further conversation was interrupted by our waiter. I ordered us a bottle of wine and he left menus and went to get the wine. "I'm not old enough to drink wine," she told me. "I don't think they care," I said. "I won't tell anyone. We should wait until we order and then we can talk about this. Is that ok?" "Yes," she agreed. "I didn't know what to expect. Was that really your boat?" "It is," I told her. "Do you like boats?" "I'm from Nebraska. We don't have much ocean in Omaha," "I don't want to pry," I said, "but do you mind telling me how old you are?" "No, I don't mind. I'm eighteen. I think you're forty." I chuckled. "I'll want to know how you know that." The waiter came back with our wine and poured us a glass. I ordered an appetizer and he went away again. "If you're going to be around a few days I'll take you out and you can see if you like boats," I told her. "I'd like that," she said. "I don't know how long I'll stay. We'll talk more about it later. Do you live on the boat?" "Yes, I like being able to move any time I want to. I've always loved the ocean and I spend most of my time at sea." "Don't you get lonely out there?" "Yes, but sometimes I take a lady. I like good books and good music. I have lots of both. I fish; take a smuggling job now and again and that's how it's always been." The waiter came back with our appetizer and took our orders. When he went away she sipped her wine and looked at me with those big green eyes. "Why do you think you aren't my father?" she asked. "Well, one kind of knows these things," I told her. "I was divorced when you were born if you're eighteen. I was at sea somewhere in another hemisphere." "I know. Your wife was Lisa Jenkins. She was an elementary school teacher. She was my mother." I was stunned. "You're Lisa's kid? Why is your name Roberts?" "Her third husband adopted me." "So what makes you think I'm your father," I asked her. "Mom told me you were six months ago," she said. "She was pregnant with me when she divorced you. She told me she didn't want her daughter to have an absent, merchant marine father. She loved you, you know." "She loved me so she divorced me?" My world was crashing down around me. "She divorced you because she knew your first lover was the sea. That's what she told me." "I was willing to give that up," I said. "I told her I would. I'd have shoveled rocks for a living to be with her." "She knew that too, but she thought you would never have been happy. She couldn't live with that. She wasn't a strong person, Mr. McDonald. She was just strong enough to set you free." There were tears in her eyes. "Hey, kid; don't cry. Don't call me Mr. McDonald either. My name is Benson." "Ok," she wiped away a tear. Our food came and it was very good. The Flamingo was living up to its reputation. I poured her another glass of wine. "I'm willing to take a paternity test if you want me to," she said. "Mom never lied to me though. I don't think she was lying about this. I don't know what her motive would be." "Well, the timing is right. We had a hell of a two weeks before I shipped out for Argentina. I guess that's too much information. It's possible, Pendry." "You can call me Penn," she said. "Everyone calls me that." "I might sometimes," I told her. "I like Pendry though. I have to ask you, how did you find me?" "I got Mom's lawyers to hire the Pinkerton Agency," she said. "I've been looking for you for six months." "You're talking about Lisa like that's a story that's come to an end," I said. "She had ovarian cancer," she said, choking back a little sob. I couldn't stand for this beautiful girl sitting across from me to be unhappy. I didn't know what to say. "I'm very sorry, Pendry. She was a hell of a woman. I've never loved anyone the way I did her. Again, I have to ask you, why were you trying so hard to find me?" She poked at the last bite of her steak with her fork for a minute. When she looked up her eyes were full of tears. "You're all I've got," she said. "I thought... I thought...," she broke down. I couldn't stand it. "If you're through, let's get out of here," I told her. She nodded and I paid the tab. I gave her my arm and we walked outside to the El Camino. "Is this your car?" she asked. "Yes, do you like it?" "I love it," she said. "I love the muscle cars. I have a '70 Chevelle SS this same color." "Want to drive," I asked. "Really? I don't let anyone drive my car," she said. "I don't either," I told her. "I've never had a daughter before though. I let her drive my car." I handed her the keys and she fired it up. "What's it got?" she asked. "It's a 396 stroker," I told her. "I know what a stroker is," she said. "This is so cool." She punched it once we hit the street and the big Quadrajet howled as the secondaries opened up. It fishtailed a little as the fat tires grabbed for traction and she had it to sixty before she backed off. "This is hotter than my Chevelle," she said. "I've got a 350 with a radical cam and a Holley. It's got Hooker headers and a FlowMaster exhaust. Mine sounds better." I laughed. "I'm going to fall in love with you, baby. Take a left here and this will take us to the boat." She parked and held my hand as we climbed aboard. "Want a beer?" I asked her. "No, I don't like the taste," she said. "I did like that wine though." I got her a glass and a beer for myself. We sat together on the sofa in the lounge and I put on Earl Klugh. The air conditioning felt good and she took her shoes off and put her feet on the coffee table. The mellow jazz guitar sounded crisp and clean. "You were telling me why you wanted to find me," I said. "Now don't cry, it's going to be ok. Just tell me whatever you want to." "I can't help it," she said. "I was looking for you because I thought... I thought...,' she couldn't continue. She sobbed brokenly and I put my arm around her and hugged her. "What, baby?" I asked. "I thought you might want me," she sobbed and buried her face in my shoulder. "I don't have anyone else and I don't know what I'm going to do if you don't want me. I'm almost out of money and I'm desperate." "You're not almost out of money," I told her. "I have lots of money and it's all yours if you need it. Forget about that. What did you mean when you said you thought I might want you?" "I thought if I was nice to you and you thought I was pretty and a really good person you might want me to... stay with you," she sobbed. "Baby, baby; you're breaking my heart," I pulled her close to me and held her tight. "Don't cry like this. You're going to kill me. Let me just get used to having you for a minute." I gave her some tissues and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. She stopped shaking so much and snuggled up against me. "You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen," I told her. "I like everything I've seen about you so far. This is all new to me. Are you sure you want to stay with me?" "No, but I want to find out," she said. "I don't know you except what Mom told me about you. Do you think you might want to get to know me?" "More than anything," I told her. "I didn't even know I had you until today. My God, Penn; if I'd known I had you I'd have been part of your life all along. I'm not some dead beat dad. I didn't know." "I know. Mom never wanted you to know for some reason. Should I call you Benson or Dad?" "It doesn't matter," I told her. "You can call me crazy if you want. I just want to hear you talk. I just want to look at you and hug you and love you. Jesus, girl, you've turned my life upside down. Look at you! How did you turn out so gorgeous? You're going to break hearts all over the world." She laughed and it was the most wonderful sound I'd ever heard. I was going to make her do it often. "Who are you kidding," she said. "I'm a wreck. I know my eyes are all red and puffy from crying. My makeup is a mess too and I feel like a fool." "You look beautiful to me," I told her. "There's a head over there that you can wash you face in. There's makeup and girl stuff in the top left hand drawer if you can use any of it. Visine is in the cabinet over the sink." I could tell she would want to primp a little. She got up and went in. I watched her walk away, a tall willowy bundle of sexy. She had a fantastic butt under the little green sundress she had on. Stop it, asshole, I told myself. She's your daughter and she's eighteen, for God's sake. She looked like new when she came out. She came right back and snuggled up against me again. She sipped her wine and looked up at me with those emerald eyes. "Tell me a plan," she said. "I don't have one," I admitted. "I don't know anything about eighteen-year-old girls. Tell me what you want to do. I told you we have money. Do you want to go back to Omaha and finish school? I can make that happen. You have to tell me how you wound up in Omaha sometime. You could go to school here. There's a large expatriate community here and they have a school. You could take some time off and hang out with me. You could start again next year. Do you like school? Do you think you want to go to college? If so, where would you like to go? See, I don't know enough about you to make a plan." "I don't want to go back to Omaha," she said. "I do want my car though. I want to stay with you, wherever you're going to be. I do like school. I was third in my class in Omaha. I'll go here if that's ok. I do want to go to college and I want to go close to wherever you're at. If I waited until next fall, could we take the boat and travel around for the rest of the year?" "Yes, I was planning to do that anyway. The school can wait as long as you want it to. I am in favor of you going. College too. A person should have an education. I'm glad you're smart. It will help you all through life. God, Penn, we've got so much to catch up on. Will you stay with me tonight?" "I just need to get my stuff at the hotel and send the lawyer home," she said. "Why is he here?" I asked her. "You have to sign some papers to take custody of me since I'm still in school," she said. "You also have to sign as executor of Mom's estate. She didn't have much but we have a little house in Omaha and our household stuff. I'm going to vote for selling it all. How do you think we can get my car?" "I'll hire someone to go and haul it down here," I told her. "What's this custody thing though?" "I'm considered a minor child since I'm still in school," she said. "You're my father. If you don't take me, I'll become a ward of the state. You're going to take me, aren't you?" she began to tear up. "Stop that, Penn. Of course I'm going to take you," I told her. "How could you doubt it? What have we been talking about here? I just didn't think about you being a minor." She smiled and the tears went away. "I'm going to be so good for you," she said. "I won't be any trouble, I promise and I'll help you with everything. I'll do everything you say." "No, you won't, because I'm not going to tell you to do anything," I told her. "That's the rule for you staying. You're an adult and you're going to behave like one. You take responsibility for your own decisions. If they're good, I'll be your biggest cheerleader. If they're not, you take the consequences. No whining or trying to evade responsibility. I'll help you all I can, but I'm not exactly a paragon of wisdom and virtue myself. You're probably a much better person than I am. You'll probably need to help me. I've never been a father before, you know. Deal?" "Yes; it's a deal," she said. "Dad, I think I'm going to love you." I put my arm around her and walked her to the car. I knew I was going to love her. We got her stuff and I signed the papers. She gave instructions to the lawyer and he asked me if that was ok. "Just do what she tells you to do," I told him. "What's wrong with you, dude? I don't know anything about this." "As executor. . ." he started in. "Stop," I cut him off. "As executor I'm telling you to do whatever she wants to do. Got it?" He did and we didn't see him again. I made some phone calls from her room and got a trailer started north to pick her car up. She gave me her bags and we put them in the back of the El Camino. She drove us to the boat and I helped her unpack her stuff. She didn't have much. I wondered how much they'd been struggling financially. "Pendry, is this all your stuff?" I asked her. "Well, I have a few more things back at home. Why?" "You weren't kidding about being nearly out of money, where you?" She cried a little. "No, it cost a lot for Mom's treatments. We were pretty pinched for a long time." I hugged her tight. "Come with me, baby," I took her hand. She followed me to the bridge and I told her to open the safe. I gave her the combination and she knelt down and opened it. She gasped when she looked inside. I knelt beside her. "You can use as much of this as you need," I told her. "When you spend it all, we'll go to the bank and fill it back up again. Memorize that combination. The documents that give you access to all my accounts are in here. I'll set it up so that they're all joint accounts with you. That way, if something happens to me, you'll be fine. I want you to take five thousand dollars out right now. That's your walking around money. I keep that much too. When you spend some, you come back here and replenish your supply. I want you to always have money in your pocket. Some of the places we go, a bribe is the way of life. Money can get you out of a lot of jams." She threw her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. She clung to me and sobbed for nearly five minutes. I kissed the top of her head and held her while she got it out of her system. She looked up and me and kissed my lips. "Thank you, Dad. I'll always remember this," she said. I made her take out the money and I took her shopping. She loved the market and she loved the dresses. They were all white cotton with intricate embroidery on them. They were very cheap and she bought bunches. There was a department store too and she bought lots of American teenager type clothes and an iPod. She got a laptop and a tablet and software for them. We went to the local equivalent of Wal-Mart and she bought all sorts of personal items. She got make up and feminine stuff and we packed it all into the El Camino. Her eyes were shining with excitement and I could tell that she hadn't done something like this in a long time, if ever. An Unknown Relative We carried all her stuff into her room and she put it where she wanted it while I cooked dinner. I had some spiny lobsters on ice and I walked down to the pier and bought bread and fruit. I baked potatoes and steamed fresh vegetables. The lobsters went in the pot and I cut up the fruit. I called her and she came to the table in a new dress. It was white and loose with a red and green vine embroidered on it. It was nearly transparent and very light. It floated around her and she obviously didn't have anything on underneath. It came to mid-thigh and her legs were long, tanned and slender. Her feet were bare and she had put her hair up in a messy bun. She was fantastic and her white teeth flashed in her tanned face when she saw that I appreciated her. We cracked the lobsters open and dug out the meat. I fed her pieces dipped in drawn butter. She giggled and laughed a lot. The butter ran down her chin and we used it on the baked potatoes too. I had sour cream and chives and she liked them both. We fed each other fruit on bamboo skewers and drank the rest of the bottle of wine. "You're a fantastic cook, Dad," she said. "I had good ingredients and good company," I told her. "I'll need you to help me pick out things for the menu that we can put in the freezer and in the refrigerators before we leave. I don't know what you like." "I like this," she said. "I don't like raisins or coconut. Anything else is good, but I'll go with you. This is exciting!" We sat on the sofa with our legs up and she put hers across mine. We snuggled up and she told me all about her life. I drank in every detail, just basking in the sound of her voice. It was low and musical and I wondered if she sang. I asked her and she said only for her own entertainment. She did play saxophone, flute, guitar and bass and she was learning drums. I asked her if she wanted instruments and she did, but she would be happy with just a guitar. I promised to get her one and that made her very happy. Maybe we could get the others when we came back for her to start school. She was a runner and I told her she would have to be satisfied with the treadmill while we were at sea. She lifted four days a week and I was looking forward to working out with her. When we got around to boys, she blushed a little. "I had a boyfriend when I was a freshman and a sophomore, but when Mom got sick and I couldn't spend much time with him he dumped me. I've been out a couple of times in the last six months, but they were tools. I just wanted to have fun and they just wanted to feel me up." I laughed. "You can't blame them for that, Pendry. That's what boys do, especially when the girls look like you." "Thanks," she said. "I'm not opposed to a little feeling up either, but not constantly and that's all they want to do." "You're learning," I told her. "In my experience, and I was one, teenage boys are mostly about sex. When they grow up, they get better. They get more interested in you as a person and not just your boobs." "I have nice ones," she said. "I noticed," I told her. "You take after your Mom." One of them was pressed up against my arm and it was obviously bare underneath that thin cotton. I could feel a hard nipple against my arm. Every time she moved it swayed and jiggled against me and it was very distracting. It was getting late and she started yawning. It was contagious and I told her that old men and young children needed their sleep. She could sleep as long as she wanted the next day and I wasn't planning to get up early either. She stood up and kissed me goodnight and went off to her cabin. I heard music playing and I went to bed. I got up at ten the next morning and she hadn't come out yet. I walked down the pier to the bakery and bought pastries and chocolate milk. When I came back I heard water running in her shower and when she came out she had on an orange and red wrap. It was thin and filmy and it looked like she had a bikini on underneath. We ate pastries and drank a quart of chocolate milk between us. I asked her if she wanted coffee and she did. We sat on the deck and sipped our coffee. She told me she needed some sunglasses. I told her to go look in the drawer next to the wheel and see if she liked any of them. She came back in a few minutes with a pair of black Ray Bans. "You have lots of nice glasses," she said. "Can I have these?" "You can have any of them except my gray Oakley's," I told her. "I'll get you different ones if you want some." "No, I wouldn't find any that I like better than these," she said. "Dad, can we go to the beach and swim today?" "Sure, why not. I'll have to cancel all my appointments but it's ok." I told her. She laughed and it was just as much fun to hear as the first time. "Right," she said. "Were you meeting with the Senator today, or was it your proctologist?" That made me laugh. "Do you want to take lunch or get it at one of the places on the beach?" "Let's get it there. It won't give us dysentery, will it?" "Depending where you go and what you eat, yes, it will," I told her. "You should always ask me before you eat or drink anything. I've been meaning to ask you, can you shoot?" "You mean like a gun?" "Yes, can you shoot a pistol?" "Yes, did you want me to shoot someone?" "Yes, if they attack you," I laughed. "This is a dangerous place for a beautiful young American girl; especially one with your hair. You'll be a target. I'd rather you be able to protect yourself. A lot of places we go to will be like that. There won't be a policeman on the corner and if there is he may be more dangerous than the person attacking you." "What kinds of guns do you have?" "Let's take a look," I led her down to the arms locker. I have quite an assortment and she took a nice little Beretta .38 auto. I got her a thigh holster for it. "I don't know how to put that on," she said. I knelt in front of her and she pulled her wrap up to the top of her thigh. It was firm and tanned and her skin felt like silk under my fingers. I fastened to holster around it and she shivered at the touch of my fingers. She put the gun in and dropped her wrap. It wasn't visible and I got her another thigh harness to carry her money in. I put that one on her too and she shivered again. "You have beautiful legs, baby," I told her. "Beautiful skin too." "Thanks," she blushed a little. "Should I put my money in it?" "Yes, you should carry it all the time. The gun too. I'll get you a belt you can wear under your shirt and if you're wearing jeans or something you should carry a purse to keep your gun in. Let's get some towels, sunscreen and something to drink and hit the beach." She wanted to drive and she couldn't keep her foot out of the El Camino. I directed her and we arrived in about 20 minutes. This was off the beaten tourist path although there were some all over the Baja. We were outside La Paz where the boat was docked and the sand was white and the water was blue. We pulled off the road and she parked on the grass. We walked down to the beach and put towels down. I put up an umbrella in case we wanted shade and she sat on the towels and took off her wrap. She had on the tiniest red bikini I've ever seen. It was just two little triangles of cloth that barely covered the tips of her breasts; connected by little strings that ran around her back and around her neck. There was another little triangle that covered hardly anything between her legs, connected by strings to another over her butt. The fact that it was crocheted didn't help. The loops were denser over her nipples so that they didn't show and at her crotch, but there was very little else that wasn't visible. I knew I was staring with my mouth open like a drooling idiot, but I couldn't stop. I was glad I had the Oakley's on so she couldn't see my eyes. She knew though. She arched her back and her breasts pushed out proudly, accentuating her small waist and the curve of her back down to her incredible butt. She was all softness and youthful beauty. She looked at me and giggled. "I can feel your eyes," she laughed. "Go ahead, get it out of your system." "I'm not sure you're the kind of thing I can get out of my system," I told her. "Jesus, you grew up nice, baby. I want to look at you forever." "Would you like to touch?" she giggled. "I'll let you put sunscreen on me if you'll let me do you?" "Well, I hardly ever use the stuff," I told her. "I've been out here so long that I rarely burn. I may take you up on that, though." "Let's swim first," she said. We played in the shallower water for a while and I went and got snorkels and fins out of our bag. We swam out over the reef and joined with the schools of brightly colored fish. She found an octopus in a crack and we teased it out. It squirted ink and jetted away when we got too threatening for its comfort. We caught four big spiny lobsters and I put them in a sack. There were big scallops by the dozens and we added them to our catch. I towed the sack back close to shore and went to get a stick to tether it with. The brush was up by the road and I heard the sound of vehicles coming down the beach. I hurried back and saw six ATVs and a big four wheel drive pickup truck. Pendry was just coming out of the water and they had surrounded her. They were saying things to her that they thought were complimentary, but they were in Spanish and she didn't like the situation at all. I could tell she was frightened and I quickened my pace. I saw that they were some of Diaz's soldiers. He's the local drug kingpin. They saw me coming and they stopped talking. "Buenos Dias, muchachos," I said. "Holla Senor McDonald," one of them said. "Es este chica bonita con tu?" "Si, esta mi hija," I said. "Lo siento," he said. "Yo no sabia. Te dejamos solos. Ella es muy hermosa." They roared off and she quickly came and put her arm around me. "What was that all about," she asked. "They didn't know you were with me," I told her. "They nearly made a mistake and they apologized. They said you're very beautiful and left." "I would have been in trouble if you weren't here," she said. "Yes, but I am here and nothing's going to happen to you." "Why did they leave?" "They respect me and they're afraid of me," I told her. "Why?" she asked. "I did a big favor for their boss once. I have the reputation of being a bad man to mess with. That combination keeps the locals polite. I told them you're my daughter. Their boss would have them tortured to death if they harmed you. He would have them shot for just speaking to you without my permission. They'll spread the word and leave you alone. That doesn't apply to everyone though. There are a lot of desperate people in third world counties that just have no idea of who not to mess with. You're going to attract attention wherever we go. You're the most beautiful girl any of them have ever seen and to them, you're exotic because you're a redhead and an American. That's why we carry guns." "Ours are in the bag," she said. "What would you have done if they'd been hostile?" "They wouldn't be in the bag if I thought we were in any danger here. I'd be sitting by the bag and you'd be swimming by yourself." I tethered out the lobster bag in the surf and we went and ate a late lunch. There was a little stand about a mile away I knew about. They roasted their meat on a vertical roaster and they carved it off and put in on tortas. We had chips and Cokes. We ate peaches for dessert and they were good juicy ones. The juice ran down Pendry's chin and her hands were all sticky. She ran laughing back to the water. She beckoned to me and I joined her at a more dignified pace. We played a little more and she was ready to go. I never got to put the sunscreen on her and that was disappointing, but she had a good time and that was what mattered. We dropped the lobsters and scallops on ice and then showered and changed. I wore a red Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts with flip-flops. She came out with a short blue skirt and a loose white top. Her breasts were shaking around freely under it as she took the stairs two at a time. She caught me looking and grinned, cupping them at me. "Nice, huh," she teased. "Jesus, Penn, don't you ever wear a bra?" I asked. "You're going to make me have a heart attack." She laughed. "Sometime I do when I think they'll flop around. What are we going to do?" "We're going to make a shopping list," I told her. "Where do you want to go and how long do you want to stay out?" "South; and I want to stay out forever," she said. I laughed. "South is a big place and forever is a long time." "Let me look at a map," she said. I took her to the chart table on the bridge and we got out maps to look at. She looked it over and found something. She got a magnifying lamp and pulled it over the map. "There," she said, pointing to a spot. "I want to go there." 'There' turned out to be Santa Cruz Island in the Galapagos chain. It was a long way, but doable. "I want to see the Southern Cross," she said. "Ever since I heard that song by Crosby, Stills and Nash, I've wanted to see the Southern Cross." "You a big fan?" I asked. "Oh, yes; how could I not be? Music will never be that good again," she said. I made some calculations. "That's almost 3000 miles," I told her. "It's going to take us probably 20 days to get there. Are you sure you wouldn't rather fly?" "That's silly," she said. "We're trying to find out if I like boats, remember?" "I forgot," I told her. "What if we drive one another crazy?" "Then I'll kill you and eat you," she said. That broke me up. "Ok, we need to do some serious grocery shopping then. We can sail down the coast and pick up fresh stuff occasionally, but it's best to go prepared. We'll make a list. I know staples that we need. You work on menus. If we plan our meals we'll know how much of what we need." It took us two hours to make that list. We went off to make orders and by the time we finished it was dinner time. I took her out and we ate traditional Mexican food. She loved it all and we went to bed full of anticipation for setting sail tomorrow. I woke up early and the fuel barge was already moving along side. We topped off the tanks and filled up the fresh water tanks too. Pendry went off to buy breakfast and by the time she got back the truck with our supplies had arrived. They had a working party and they quickly got everything on board and stowed away while we ate. We cast off and I took us out, Pendry standing beside me with her arm around my waist and leaning against me. She had on another of those white cotton dresses. This one had a pretty red and blue pattern embroidered on it. Her feet were bare and her hair floated around us in flaming waves. She laughed with delight at everything we did and her excitement was contagious. I let her steer once we got out into the Pacific. She leaned back against me and I stroked that flaming hair. The big diesels throbbed and the gulls screamed along in our wake. She went out and fed them bread and she thought their antics were hilarious. I hate them. They're the rats of the ocean and they become very aggressive if you give them the slightest encouragement. She wasn't as jaded as I was and she loved them. She loved the dolphins even more when a pod came in and dove in and out of our bow wake. She was impossible not to love. She stole my heart that first day and I never recovered. She was totally in love with life and she woke me up to what I had been missing for years. I had imagined that I was happy before, but this was something new for me. She was very physical. I'd never been hugged and petted on so much in my life. She constantly wanted to be in contact with me, her arm around me, her hand on me, her body pressed against mine. She chattered constantly and the sound of that sweet little husky voice made my heart full. When we anchored off in the evening she lost the dress for a bikini and that was all she ever wore while we were under way. She lay on the front deck and soaked up the sun every afternoon and the sight of her made it impossible for me to look at anything else. She tanned topless and when she rolled onto her back and those big beautiful breasts were exposed it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. She knew I could see her, but she had absolutely no modesty around me. She was entirely comfortable with her own body and in her own skin. The third night we were out a hell of a storm blew in and we bobbed up and down like a cork in a bottle. The lightning crashed and the thunder rolled. It was nothing dangerous but Pendry didn't know that. She knocked on my door at two in the morning. "Dad?" she called. "Can I come in? I'm scared. Are we going to sink?" She didn't wait for me to answer; she just came running to my bed and climbed in. She was shaking and trembling. I held her close and petted her hair. "No, baby; we're not going to sink," I told her. "We can take a lot heavier sea than this. This is just kind of a middle sized storm. There's nothing to worry about." "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yes, Penn, I'm sure. We'll just sleep it out and it will be gone in the morning. We're fine, I promise. Go back to bed and get some sleep." She clung to me. "No, Dad; don't make me. I don't like storms. We had a tornado in Omaha once and I've been afraid of them ever since. Let me stay. Just hold me and I'll be ok. Please?" "Ok, baby," I turned back the covers and she scooted in. She had on a long t-shirt for a nightgown and she burrowed into my chest. I wrapped her up in my arms and we drifted off. When I woke up in the morning, she was spooned up against me. My arm was over her and her butt was pressed into my groin. There was something going on down there that wasn't supposed to be happening. My cock was hard as a steel pole and it was nestled between the cheeks of the butt pushing back into it. I felt her little hand move and she pulled on mine. She moved it up until she pressed it over one full breast. She pushed it firmly onto that glorious mound and I could feel her nipple, rock hard beneath my fingers. "What are you doing, baby?" I whispered. She gasped. "I didn't know you were awake. I'm sorry Dad, I just feel... I just feel... I don't know what. I just needed to do that. Is it ok?" "Yes, baby; if you need to do it that's what you need. It's ok, but where is this going?" "I don't know," she said. "Do you care?" "I care very much," I told her. "I care about you. I don't want you to do anything that will make us feel awkward around each other. I don't want to risk what we have going here. I've fallen absolutely in love with my little girl and I don't want to spoil that." She turned over and her cute little nose was touching mine. "How could I ever feel awkward with you?" she asked. "I've known you for a week and I've never loved anyone so much in my life. I don't know anything about being in love, but I'm in love with you, Dad. I know that sounds weird and kind of creepy, but I can't help it. Every time you touch me I get all warm inside. I can't get enough of it. I've been trying to show you. Don't you think I'm pretty?" "I think you're gorgeous, Pendry. The problem is, you're eighteen and I'm forty. You're my daughter and I don't want to mess that up. I've fucked up everything in my life and the only thing I've ever done right is this week with you. That's precious to me and I'd rather cut my nuts off than screw this up." "What difference does it make how old we are?" she asked. "Yes, I'm your little girl, but you didn't even know you had me a week ago. If you just met me today and didn't know who I was, what would you think about me?" "I don't know. I know what I thought the first time I saw you." An Unknown Relative "What did you think?" "I thought you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen and that I'd like to get to know you." "So get to know me," she said. "Love me, feel me." She pulled my hand back onto one of those awesome breasts. I groaned and filled my fingers with it. When I rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger she moaned and moved closer. She offered me her lips and I kissed my baby for the first time as a man kisses a woman. Her lips were soft and puffy, moving and alive against mine and her tongue caressed mine. I wrapped her in my arms and stroked her back. She pressed that smoking hot body against mine and her hands explored as the kiss deepened. We caressed and loved each other for half an hour, just cuddling between the sheets. She finally pulled back. "I want more," she said. "This is enough for now, I want to think about this and play it over in my head. I'm going to sleep with you again tonight, Dad. I think I'm always going to sleep with you from now on. Do you mind?" I kissed her forehead. "No baby, I'd be insane to mind having the most gorgeous woman on earth in my bed. Are you sure?" "Yes, but now I'm hungry and I need to pee. Go make us some breakfast. I'll wash dishes if you'll cook." When she came in she kissed me and we had sausage, biscuits, scrambled eggs and honey. "Dad, do we have to go anywhere today?" she asked. "No, baby; why do you ask?" "Let's find a little island somewhere, anchor out, go ashore and hang out," she said. "I want to go fishing." Little John Island was about ten minutes away and we pulled in as close as I dared. I dropped the hooks and we pulled the runabout in and fired it up. She swung the basket down with our lunch and gave me the tackle. She climbed aboard and we found a drop off into deep water from about eight feet and started bouncing jigs down the drop off. We started catching dorado almost immediately. They were strong and active and Pendry was having a blast. I saw something in the water and I had her grab a pole with a big circle hook on it. I cut the tail off of a dorado and baited it up. I told her where to throw and she hit it perfectly. The hookup was immediate and she set the hook. She was dragged down the length of the boat and she held on for dear life. I sprang after her and wrapped my arms around her belly. We leaned back and the line began to scream off the reel. The fish kept running and I knew we weren't going to be able to turn in before it stripped the line. "We need to follow it," I told her. "I got it," she panted "Let's go." I fired up the engine and we followed the fish. We gained a little line and by the time we went a mile offshore she had it turned as it tired. She pumped the rod and gained more line. When she got two hundred yards back on the reel it made another run and she lost everything. We chased it again and the run was only half a mile this time. Twice more it made runs and we had to chase it. She had been fighting it for 45 minutes and she was exhausted. I offered to relieve her but she was having none of that. Slowly she gained line and I saw it close to the surface thirty yards out. "There it is, baby," I shouted. She looked and saw it out there. "What is it," she called. "It's a big Bluefin Tuna," I told her. She pulled it in slowly until it was right beside the boat. It was huge! It must have weighed close to 500 pounds. "Can we eat it?" she asked. "It would be like butchering a cow," I told her. "Let's let it go. We can eat the dorado and we'll catch smaller tuna. I'd really like to catch some skipjack. It's beautiful, isn't it." "Yes, I didn't want to kill it anyway," she said. "How will we let it go?" "I'll cut the line," I told her. "Ease up a little." I cut the line with my knife and it swam slowly back into the depths. We moved back to shallow water and we wound up catching a dozen skipjack that I put on ice. We tied the runabout back up and swam to shore. We snorkeled and gathered more scallops to add to our collection. When she was ready we swam back to the boat and climbed on board. We showered and dressed for dinner. I should say I dressed; Pendry undressed. When she came in she was fluffing her hair with a towel. She had on shirt with no sleeves that she was wearing as a vest. The buttons were serving no function and it gaped open giving me flashes of little brown nipple every time she moved. Her breasts were breathtaking. They were full and heavy and they bounced and swayed every time she moved. That firm teenaged flesh was the stuff to drive men wild. She had on a pair of lacy bikini panties that were practically non-existent and that was it. "Jesus, baby," I exclaimed. "Are you trying to kill me?" "No, I'm seducing you," she laughed and then became serious. "I've been trying for days. Haven't you noticed?" "I notice you're beautiful and very naughty," I chuckled. "I think after this morning clothes are supernumerary," she said. "Penn use big word," She punched me. "I know what words mean. Maybe you should spend some time in a dictionary." "I actually know what that means too, but sometimes clothing is necessary." "Not when it's just me and you," she said. "I may go naked." "As erotic as that sounds, this is probably more exciting," I told her. "Less isn't always more. Dressing sexy is sometimes more exciting than wearing nothing. What you have on leaves something to the imagination. I have a very fertile imagination. I think what you would look like if I took your shirt or your panties off. She pushed the waistband of the panties down, giving me a peek at a little flame red stripe of curls. It was only a flash but it was incredibly sexy. "Stop it or I'm not going to feed you," I told her. "What are we having?" she asked. "I'm going to make scallops and we're going to grill tuna," I told her. "Have you ever had fresh grilled tuna?" "No, only out of a can," she said. "I don't like it much." "This is nothing like that," I said. The galley has a grill next to the range and I fired it up. She sat at the bar and watched me, her breasts hanging forward and pushed together by her arms with the nipples barely showing as she leaned on her elbows. The tuna had been marinating and I had the scallops ready to go. I had rice ready to fry and two kinds of squash. I made her chop onions and cut up the squash while I put the tuna on the grill. It sizzled away and I put the rice and vegetables on the griddle and broke three eggs. I had her stir fry everything with soy sauce, oil, butter and Worcestershire sauce. Her butt swayed under the shirt and I took time to press up against her back, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her firmly against me. I slid my hands under her shirt and cupped those amazing breasts in my hands and she turned her head and looked up at me with those big emerald colored eyes. She raised her lips and I claimed them for a moment. I pulled away and her eyes smoldered at me. I turned the tuna and put the scallops on. If you cook them too long they get tough. These were huge, about the size of a small biscuit and I kept basting them. I basted the tuna too and the scallops were done first. She got two plates and halved the rice and vegetables and I put half a dozen scallops on each plate. We dug in and the scallops were very good. Pendry loved them and took the last three off the grill. The tuna was finished and she ate her piece with relish. "You're right," she said. "It was nothing like the can. This is delicious. You're a fantastic cook, Dad. Thanks. I'll clean up. You go relax and I'll join you in a minute. I went up on deck and poured a jigger of good brandy. I put my feet up on the rail and lit up one of the good Cubans. I closed my eyes and relaxed. She came up in about 15 minutes. "I didn't know you smoked," she said. "I don't," I told her. "I smoke a couple of cigars a month. Would you like one?" "Are they good?" she asked. "I think so. Some people hate them." "I'll try one," she said. "What are you drinking?" "It's brandy. I'll get you some of that too." I went below and got a cigar out of the humidor and some brandy for her. When I got back she was sitting in my chair. "Hey, get your own chair," I told her. She stood up and when I sat down she sat on my lap, leaning back on one arm of the chair with her knees over the other. "I like this," she said. I showed her how to cut a cigar and how to light it so it burns evenly. She puffed on it and coughed for a minute. "You don't inhale," I told her. "Just puff on it. Drink some brandy to cut the taste." She took a sip and shivered. "It tastes good, but strong," she said. "Yeah, it's just for special occasions, like the cigars," I told her. "What's the occasion?" she asked. "One week ago today my daughter told me she wanted to stay with me and get to know me," I said. "It's been the best week of my life." That made her eyes get all teary. I couldn't tell if it was the cigar or emotion, but I suspected the latter. "It's been the best week of my life too," she said. We smoked the cigars and sipped our brandy. Her shirt slipped gradually away until both breasts were fully exposed just a foot away from my eyes. They were amazing. They were very full and firm. They didn't sag a fraction of an inch and her nipples were fat and stubby, centered on quarter sized areola. Her stomach was as flat as a board and her abdominal muscles rippled in high definition under her skin. I could see that little strip of flame under the lace of her panties and I couldn't help myself. I had to touch her. I rested my palm on her stomach and she put her hand over it. She pulled it up over one breast and I cupped it in my hand. I rolled her fat little nipple between my fingers and she moaned. "I'm going to brush my teeth," she said. "I don't like the aftertaste of the cigar." I followed her and we brushed and washed the smoke smell off our hands. "Take me to bed," her emerald eyes glinted. I took her hand and when we got to the bed her shirt went away. I stripped to my boxers and we climbed in together. She climbed on top of me and straddled my body, bending down to kiss me. Her lips were alive and luscious and she gave them to me fully. Her little pointed tongue probed between my lips and I let it duel with mine as the kiss deepened. I pulled her to me and those spectacular breasts rubbed over my chest. He nipples were two pebbles scraping over me. She moved up a little so that she could find my lips with one fat little nipple. It rubbed over my lips and I opened them to take it. She moaned and shuddered as I pulled at it. I circled it with my tongue and let my teeth grip it gently. I pulled at it and let it slip away. I found the other and pulled it in and she shook as an orgasm rippled through her body. "Oh, my God, Dad!" she gasped. "Something... Something... what's happening to me? Oh God, it feels so good, You're making me... Oh, sweet Jesus!" She shuddered and collapsed against me, pressing her lips to mine like she was desperate for affirmation. "God, baby," I told her. "You're smoking hot! You came for me, baby. You look so beautiful when you cum. I can't believe you came from me just sucking on your nipples! You're so hot, Pendry!" She smiled down at me. "I've never felt like that before," she told me. "I've never let a man touch me like that. God Dad, that felt amazing. Can I do it again?" "I don't know if you'll cum again from me playing with your nipples, but you can cum again. I'm going to make you cum a million times." "I want to look at you," she said. "Can I?" "Of course, baby. I want to look at you too. God, you're so beautiful Penn." She moved to the side, lying beside me as she ran her hand across my chest. "You're in great shape for an old man," she giggled, teasing me. "You little minx," I said. "I'm in good shape for anyone!" She squeezed my pecs. "Yes you are. I was just kidding. You are in great shape. You have huge muscles." Her hand slid down over my stomach and into the waistband of my boxers. She grasped my cock in her little hand and gasped. Her hand jerked away like it had been burned and just as quickly returned to hold me again. She pushed urgently at the boxers and I raised my hips so she could pull them off. My erection sprang up, bumping her chin as she slid the boxers off my feet and she gasped and froze. She stared with wide eyes. "Jesus, Dad, it's huge!" She looked at me with an expression of almost panic. "I don't know, Dad. I'm afraid! I don't think I can take that! It's so big." She sat beside me and held my cock in her little hands. She turned it back and forth as if memorizing every detail. "How big is it?" she asked. "I can't imagine that you would have such a big cock." "What do you have to compare it to?" I asked her. "The internet," she said. "Maybe you aren't that big, but it looks huge." "I think it's pretty normal," I told her. "Well, it's intimidating." "Having second thoughts, baby?" "Yes, well no, not really. I still want to. You're going to have to be really slow and really gentle with me, Dad. I've never done it before and I'm really scared." "Don't be scared, baby. I would never hurt you. If you don't want to do this I love you. If you do I love you. This is totally up to you. If you want to wait, that's ok. Whatever you decide, I love you." "I love you too Dad and I want to love you every way possible. I want to do it, and I want to do it tonight. I want to be your lover." I rolled on top of her and kissed her lips. I traced a line of kisses to her earlobe and nibbled on it. She shivered and giggled. I kissed down her neck to her breasts, kissing all over her firm flesh. I couldn't get over how they held their perfect shape, even lying on her back. She was a big, beautiful bundle of sexual energy and she moaned her pleasure as I nursed at her breasts. When my lips traced a line of fire down off her ribcage onto the flat muscularity of her belly it moved sweetly under my lips. I paused to push my tongue into her little navel and she giggled again. When I reached the little satin panties I pulled at them with my teeth and she pushed them down over the swell of her hips. The little flaming strip of curls came into view and I tugged at one with my lips. I parted her golden thighs and lay between them, looking at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Her pussy was perfect. Pink lips were tightly sealed and the little nub of her clitoris nestled at the top. I traced her lips with my tongue and they separated slightly as her hips bucked against me. I parted them with my fingers and felt her wetness seep down, covering her lips with a glistening sheen. When I probed her opening, she squealed and clasped my head between her thighs. I lapped upward to the little nub of her clitoris and teased it with my tongue. "Oh, oh Dad, that feels so amazing," she moaned. "That's it, lick me! I can't believe how good that feels. Please don't stop." I had no intention of stopping. I teased her clitoris and it elongated, emerging from behind her protective hood and peeking out. I massaged it with my tongue as her hips jerked and she writhed beneath me. It continued to swell, engorging with blood until I could take it between my lips and suck it in. Holding in inside with suction I lashed it with my tongue and she exploded. Her hands pulled at my hair and her pelvis thrust and bucked until it was all I could do to maintain contact. She moaned and thrashed and cried out her passion. "Cuming! I'm cuming again! Oh, God Dad, you're driving me wild. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I'm cuming!" She continued to thrash and I continued to attack her little pussy until her movements began to subside and she squirmed to escape my tongue. "Stop, Dad," she cried. "Please, it's too much; I can't stand it. Stop, oh my God please," her voice rose in distress and I slid back up over her until I could claim those rich, full lips. She kissed me passionately and I felt the head of my cock kissed by her wetness. I probed her lips and lodged at her opening. She looked up at me with wide, frightened eyes as I increased the pressure. "It's ok, Pendry," I told her. "I'll be gentle." She smiled tremulously and I felt her nether lips part as the head of my cock slipped inside. I could feel her virginal barrier against the head of my cock as I pressed against it. She winced and shivered and I let her rest and relax. I moved my hips in a circle, centered on our joining and her moisture flowed freely, easing the way. I could feel her pussy lips, moist against my cock as if to drag me in. I just rested, socketed in her. I reached down and rubbed against her little love nub with my fingers. After a few minutes she had a small orgasm and I thrust forward suddenly and I was through. She sucked in her breath and I felt her belly flutter. "Shit, that hurt!" she said. "Why did you do that?" She looked up at me with pain in her eyes. "It's the only way, Penn," I told her. "I'm sorry, baby, but it had to go and there's no easy way. Are you ok?" "Yes, but damn that hurt. Don't do that again, ok?" "No, Pendry; I won't. The pain is over. You won't ever feel that again." "Am I bleeding?" she asked. "It feels like I'm bleeding!" there was a little panic in her voice. "Yes, Pendry; you probably are bleeding a little. Don't worry about it. It's normal. Every virgin bleeds the first time. It won't be much, I think we just sort of pushed it out of the way. We'll probably ruin the sheets, but that's ok. We'll just save them for a trophy." "You're an asshole, Dad," she laughed. "I can't believe you hurt me like that and now you're laughing about it." "I don't feel like laughing, baby. Sometimes I make jokes because I don't know how to express my emotions very well. If you could feel how full of love my heart is for you right now, you would understand. You just gave me something that you'll never give anyone else. I'm so honored and so proud that you let me be the one. You've kept that treasure for eighteen years and you just gave it to me. You'll never know how that makes me feel. I'd die for you, Penn. I love you more than anything I've ever loved in my life. My heart is bursting so I make a joke because I don't know how to tell you how much I love you." "Jesus, Dad; I think you just figured it out," she said. "That's the most loving and sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I'm glad I waited so I could give it to you. I can't imagine giving it to anyone else. There will never be anyone for me except you, Dad. I think I'm built to love only one man and you're him. I'm grateful I found you and I'm so in love with you. Don't ever let me go, Daddy. I want to be with you forever. I want to make love with you every day for the rest of your life. I want to have your babies in a few years. Do you want me like that?" "You make me so happy, Penn," I told her. "I won't ever let you go. About babies though, should we be doing this bareback? Are you taking birth control?" "Yes, Dad; I started when I was fifteen because I had irregular periods. I'm going to run out in a month though. We need to do something about that, but not right now. Right now I want you to make love to me." I inched slowly forward and she winced again but she didn't draw back and I pressed ahead until I felt the my pelvic bone bump against her clit. She moaned when she felt that and I drew back a little. She was amazing! She had been a virgin and she took my whole fat cock inside her. I drew back a couple of inches and then thrust deep again. She gasped and her knees bent up and her thighs squeezed against mine. I drew back again and found a rhythm, moving just a few inches back and forth and her moans grew stronger and her body began to move with me. Her big breasts bounced with our motions and we made erotic sounds as we coupled. I began to give her longer strokes and she winced with the first few thrusts as the remains of her barrier were pushed aside. As her pleasure grew her discomfort diminished until she was thrusting back at me vigorously. Her voice sounded, low and husky at first, but quickly rising in pitch without losing its huskiness. The volume also increased until she was crying out her passion with each plunge of my cock into her depths. It was slow and sweet and she came a dozen times, each climax building in intensity. I could tell that I wouldn't last much longer and I pumped her little pussy like a piston. She thrust up hard against me and I felt her open and I was buried to the hilt. Her eyes opened wide and she groaned. She was cuming continuously now and I felt the cum boil up from my balls and I erupted inside her convulsing walls. An Unknown Relative "Oh damn, oh my God, oh sweet Jesus, Dad; I can't stop cuming," she groaned. "I can't stop, oh, Christ, it's so good. I can feel your cum inside me, it's filling me up! Cum Daddy, cum inside me! It feels so good; I don't ever want to stop!" I groaned as my balls emptied inside her and it felt like I came forever. She was sobbing beneath me and I became concerned. I coasted to a stop and she grabbed my head and kissed me fiercely. "Pendry, are you ok?" I whispered against her lips. She nodded. "Yes, I just felt like I was losing control. You made me cum so many times I thought I was going to die! Jesus you're a good lover. You make me so happy I just cried. I couldn't help it. I came so hard I thought I was losing my mind." "I'm glad it was good for you, Penn," I told her. "I love you so much. You're gentle, so sweet, so smart and you have the most beautiful body I've ever seen, baby. Playboy bunnies would die to look like you. They have surgery and still can't look like you and you're all natural. I'm the luckiest man on the planet." "As long as you fuck me like that, you'll stay lucky," she laughed. "Dad, I think I'm lying in a puddle of cum. Maybe it's blood too. As sexy as it feels, I don't think I want to sleep in it. Can we take a shower and change the sheets?" I got up and pulled her to her feet. She began to collapse and I caught her. "I don't think I can walk, Dad," she said. "Could you carry me?" I swept her beautiful body up in my arms and carried her into the shower. We washed each other and I couldn't keep my hands off that glorious teenage nakedness. She loved the contact and when we were clean and dry, I carried her to her cabin. "I don't feel like changing sheets tonight," I told her. "Well sleep in your bed." "It's our bed," she said. "Any bed I'm in is our bed. I'll always share with you." She took her favorite spoon position against me, pillowing her head on my arm and she was out like a light. I drifted off holding the girl of my dreams in my arms, her hair tickling my chest and her butt pressed against my cock. It seemed like moments had passed when I woke up with her lips moving over my cock. I was as hard as I've ever been in my life as my little girl bobbed her head over my cock. She sucked me like she had been dying to do it all her life. When I felt the cum boiling up I warned her. "I'm going to cum, baby." She looked up at me with those emerald eyes and took what she couldn't get in her mouth with one hot little hand while the other massaged my balls; milking me for my cum. I exploded in her mouth and she choked a little, unprepared for the volume. She kept at it and swallowed every drop, running her tongue around the sensitive head of my cock as she searched fro the last few drops. She moved that fantastic body back up over me and kissed me deeply before curling up and going back to sleep. Twice more during the night I woke her up. I fucked her like a man possessed the first time, pounding her little pussy until she screamed out her pleasure. Toward dawn we made slow, sweet passionate love and she came a dozen times before I gave her what little cum was left in my balls. We slept until early afternoon before I woke up. I watched her sleeping for a long time, her flaming hair covering us like a blanket and one big breast peeping out of the covers. When I squeezed it she moaned in her sleep and rolled onto her belly. That gave me an opportunity to play with that glorious butt. It was truly amazing and I could feel my erection growing. I moved between her wide spread thighs and entered her from behind. She woke up when she felt the head of my cock slip into her. She groaned. "Easy, Dad; I'm so sore. I don't know if I can. Jesus, you feel so big this way. It's like you're doing me for the first time again! I reached into a drawer by the bed and applied a little lube. We slid easier then. "Oh, Jesus, Dad; that's better. Fuck, that feels good." She began to moan deeply as I pushed in, bottoming out in her tight little pussy. I held at full penetration and she groaned. I made short, deep strokes, holding at the bottom and she made a sound at each thrust, becoming louder with each stroke until she was moaning constantly. I could feel her pussy spasming around me as she came again and again. A note of desperation crept into her voice as I continued to fuck her for more than twenty minutes. "Jesus, oh my God, Dad; oh my God, I can't stop cuming. Please, Dad; cum. Oh my God, Dad; please cum, please cum, you're going to kill me!" Her pleas drove me over the edge and I erupted, holding myself deeply inside and painting her cervix with cum. When the last few drops were inside her I lay over her and felt her shuddering beneath me. She was crying and I eased out to hold that beautiful body against me as she sobbed. "Christ, Dad; that was intense. I think you've damaged me. I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week." "Why are you crying, baby?" I asked her. "I'm not sad," she said. "I don't know. You just made me so emotional. I'm so in love with you and you just turned me into an emotional wreck. I can't believe you make me feel like this and it scares me. I feel like I've given you everything and I'm afraid you don't love me as much as I love you. You could hurt me so bad and that scares the hell out of me so I just cried." "Don't cry, Pendry. I'll never hurt you and it's impossible for me not to love you. You're the most loveable girl I've ever met. I'll always love you and I'll never let you go. I'll never hurt you like that and you don't have to worry ever again about anything. You're mine and I'm going to keep you here always. I love you with all my heart, Penn." I kissed her lips and we slept again, her body wrapped in my arms. If I never woke up, my life was complete.