The killing and rebuilding of mankind part three

The journey to safety begins. Joe adopts Kristen.

I have managed to do more writing on this story. This portion gets farther into the sexual side, but not by much! Enjoy!

I could see and hear people gathering around the dead men at the marina gate. More lanterns had been brought so using the NVGs was not practical when looking in that direction. From what I could see, a lot of male gang members as well as several females were grouped together. All of the females looked to be short and slender, and all of them were totally nude.

I kept Kristen and me in the deepest shadows until we managed to cross the frontage road to the hole in the chainlink fencing. Before attempting to get through the hole, Kristen and I hunkered down to watch the agitated group at the marina gate.

Though it sounded like there were some raised voices, I couldn’t make out the words at this distance. Four men were examining the bodies while the woman who had been with the men seemed to be answering questions from one of the gang members. So far, it appeared to me that they hadn’t quite figured out how the men had been shot. Of course, without anyone hearing a firearm, that would be very confusing.

I used hand gestures to tell Kristen that we would go through the hole. I took off my pack and pushed it through the hole before getting onto my belly to crawl through. Once on the other side, I got on my knees to help Kristen get her gear through and then crawl through herself.

The rock face sloped sharply down to the water from there. About twenty yards out, there was the end of the nearest dock. As it had always been, a small dinghy was tied alongside of the dock. I took another look back at the marina gate and saw about a dozen armed men carefully trying to sneak out and then spread out in groups of two to investigate the area along the frontage road. Of course, that worked in our favor. Their attention would be focused there instead of looking inside the fence of the marina.

I pantomimed myself swimming and then pointed to the dinghy. Kristen looked worried but nodded. I then pantomimed towing the dinghy back to her, and she nodded her understanding. Trying to stay low, I moved slowly as I took off every stitch of clothing. Then, I put my utility belt back on since it had my knife and put the NVGs back on.

I looked back at Kristen. She lifted her eyes from my crotch up to my face. The girl was clearly frightened, so I tried a reassuring smile. She tried to return my smile and I carefully went on down the rocky slope and into the water.

Using a slow, calm breaststroke, I began making my way to the dinghy. It wasn’t long before I got to the dock. Making my way slowly, I untied the dinghy from the cleats on the dock and began heading back to Kristen. I swam much more slowly. My idea was to make it look like the dinghy had just come untied and was drifting if anyone bothered to look our way.

Kristen had already taken off all of her clothing by the time I made it back to the rocky shore. Together, we very slowly, very carefully, loaded all of our gear into the dinghy, not making a single sound while doing so.

Kristen waded into the water beside the dinghy, the side away from the main gate of the marina. I pointed to my trimaran. It was at least two hundred yards out, tied in a slip on the farthest dock. I put my finger to my lips to ensure she understood the need for silence and had her hold onto the gunwale of the dinghy. Then, I retook the bow line and resumed a slow breaststroke to tow the little boat along. From time to time, I glanced back to make sure Kristen was doing OK. She looked determined and serious.

We had gone about halfway when gunfire erupted behind us. I quickly moved to look back and around the dinghy. Across the frontage road, in front of the marina, I could see scattered muzzle flashes. I watched for a minute. It looked like a running gunfight. None of the shots came our way.

“OK, faster now! It looks like two gangs are going at it.” I whispered to Kristen. She nodded, but I could see the terror in her eyes.

Though I still used the sweeping breaststroke, I did so faster and with a lot more power. With a battle raging in front of the marina, I doubted anyone would be looking our way. We covered the last hundred yards in about twenty minutes.

I pulled the dinghy to the swim platform at the stern of the center hull of my boat and tied it to a cleat before climbing out of the water onto the platform. Next, I helped Kristen get aboard. She was trembling badly, partly from being cold but mostly from fear.

“Shhh. There’s another gang fighting the marina gang. It’s good cover for us, Honey,” I whispered as I held the naked girl. I felt her nod against my chest.

I let go of Kristen and then reached into the dinghy. I pulled my pack and the AR that I had let Kristen use out and sat back down beside her. “OK, this is yours,” I told her as I handed her the rifle. Then, I opened my pack and pulled out the ten loaded magazines. “Follow me.”

I led Kristen onto the stern deck and then to a deck locker. The locker was proud of the deck by about sixteen inches and was five feet long. “Lay behind this, Honey. I’m going to get us untied and underway. Here’s another ten magazines. Your job is to keep watch behind us, and if anyone tries to catch us in another boat, Honey, you have to shoot them! Shoot the driver of the boat first and then anyone else in that boat!” I whispered.

“I have to kill them?” she asked with wide eyes.

“Yes, if you can, Honey. Anyone chasing us will kill me for sure and maybe you or make you a sex slave to the gang. We have to get out of here.” I responded seriously.

Kristen studied my face for a minute before she nodded. “I’ll try.” She laid down on her belly and set the butt of the rifle stock against her shoulder.

I patted her bare back before heading to the port hull to untie the ropes there. I left the bumpers in place to keep things quiet. Then, I crossed back to the center hull and examined the hatch that led to the short ladder down into the cabin. Nothing looked to have been tampered with. I dialed in the combination and silently unlatched the lock.

I was greatly relieved when the watertight hat h opened silently. I went down the short ladder and felt my way along to the helm station. I felt along the console until I found another red-lensed flashlight. I used that to quickly locate the switches for the fuel pump that would supply the diesel engine and the electric seawater pump that would supply high-pressure water to the maneuvering thrusters. Once those seemed to be functioning well, I went back topside.

Sporadic gunfire still sounded from across the frontage road. I only saw a few people still at the marina gate, but they were behind cover and looking toward the frontage road. It didn’t look like anyone had noticed the slight hum of the pumps I had turned on. Carefully, I made my way across the starboard net to the starboard hull and untied the mooring lines there.

I got back across the net and back into the cabin and went straight for a low cabinet under the counter of my little kitchenette. I pulled out two large but light boxes, then reached in to unlatch and pull away the false back. My other AR was secured in a mount, and I got that as well as three full magazines. I took those with me to the helm station.

Using the red lens flashlight, I found the thruster controls and began using the maneuvering jets to slowly back my boat out of the slip. I worried about Kristen, but we had to make progress while we could. With the marina gang in a battle with some other gang, this was our best chance. There was still sporadic, but sometimes intense, gunfire happening.

I got the boat out of the slip and turned it toward the break in the marina’s seawall. It occurred to me that several of the yachts usually tied to mooring buoys were missing, but I couldn’t dwell on that. I kept the boat moving with only the thrusters since they would be the slowest. Again, I hoped anyone noticing that the boat was moving would assume it had just become untied and was drifting.

We were getting closer and closer to the break in the seawall when I heard the sound of shouts coming from the marina. I looked over through my NVGs and saw two men running toward an aluminum boat that had an outboard motor on its transom.
I locked in the wheel and ran topside and aft. “Kristen, get ready! They’re coming!” I said in a normal volume as I heard the outboard motor fire up. Kristen looked back at me and then seemed to settle back down against the deck locker she was using for cover.

I ran back to the helm and hit the starter for our diesel engine. I cranked for a few seconds before roaring to life. I didn’t wait for it to settle into an idle before shoving the throttle fully forward and shutting down the thruster jets. The boat began to gain speed. I unlocked the wheel and steered for the opening in the seawall.
With pursuit coming from behind and needing to stay at the helm to steer, it was impossible for me to help Kristen, a girl alone on the stern, with a rifle that I hoped she would use.

My boat on the diesel engine couldn’t make more than ten knots of speed. The outboard engine on the aluminum boat roared, and I could hear it gaining on us rapidly. Just as our boat started to clear the seawall, I heard three spaced shots from the stern. There was a distant-sounding scream followed by the sound of the outboard engine slowing.

With clear ocean ahead, I turned on the navigation display and all of the electronics. My boat was as state-of-the-art as a sailing vessel could get. I had installed a good GPS system and interfaced it with the navigation system and autopilot. It took several minutes before the GPS acquired enough satellites to stabilize.

I heard the outboard of the aluminum boat roar again, but it sounded like it was going away from us. Then, I heard much more powerful engines roar to life back at the docks. These sounded like engines I had heard at open-class boat races. The small boat had abandoned the chase, but now it sounded like we would be pursued by much larger, much faster boats.

I checked the navigation display and saw that the GPS was stable. After adjusting the displayed area, I set a waypoint and engaged the autopilot. I felt the boat turn slightly as the autopilot system changed our course toward the waypoint. I let out the breath I had been holding and scrambled up the ladder with my rifle and spare magazines.

When I got topside, I had to rip off my NVGs. There was too much light coming from the east, and it was washing them out badly. It took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the low early morning light and then I made my way aft along the starboard side of the cabin.

Kristen jumped a little when I settled down on my knees beside her. “Two more boats coming, Kristen. Are you able to keep going?” I asked worriedly.

Kristen just nodded and kept looking through her scope. I reached over her and turned off the night vision. “Thanks,” she said.

I could see the two speedboats rapidly gaining on us. They were running full throttle, and that was a huge mistake. As they hit a swell, the bow would jump high and then, as they crossed the swell, slam back down onto the water. The men in the bows were barely able to hold on tight enough to stay in the boats, much less able to aim and fire a rifle.

“Kristen, you have the one on the right. I’ll take the one on the left. Shoot for the driver, just like before. Don’t shoot until I shoot!” I instructed as I leaned across Kristen to prop my elbows on the top of the low deck locker.

I had sighted my AR rifles to one hundred yards. I did my best to aim through my scope, but the stern of our boat rose and sank with the gentle swells so that shooting would be difficult. I watched the two speedboats keep closing the distance.

When I judged the speedboats to be at about a hundred yards aft, I did my best to settle the crosshairs on the driver’s chest. I squeezed the trigger. Almost immediately, Kristen’s rifle fired, too. Both of us missed. I lined up my next shot and took it. Kristen took her shot. I saw the driver of the port side boat’s driver slump forward.

The port side boat went into a sharp turn to starboard, then just spun out of control until it flipped, throwing the other three men into the ocean. The other boat kept coming, and I let off another shot, followed immediately by Kristen also shooting. The driver fell to the side, and the boat slowed rapidly.

One of the men in the bow of the remaining boat scrambled to the pilot station and got behind the wheel. Just as he pushed the throttle forward, Kristen and I both shot again. That man fell over the wheel. The boat kept up its speed, though, wildly bouncing over the ocean swells.

One of the two men remaining in the bow of the speedboat crawled back to the pilot station while the one still in the bow put his rifle to his shoulder. He managed to get off three very wild shots before he was thrown out of the bow and into the ocean. The man who had made it to the pilot station pulled the throttle back, shook his fist at us, and turned his boat around. We watched as he managed to find three men and let them climb aboard. None of them still had rifles. That one boat kept heading back toward the marina.

As the sun crested the mountains to the east, I let out a relieved breath. For now, we were out of danger. I did a quick scan around us to make sure we weren’t headed for a collision with any other vessels and that none of the vessels in sight looked to be heading toward us.

Everything looked clear enough. “We’re OK, Kristen,” I said as I took the rifle from her grasp and laid it aside, now sitting up cross-legged beside the girl.

I could see Kristen trembling badly, and reached out to caress her hair. Suddenly, Kristen moved. She ended up squarely in my lap, curled into a ball. She pressed her face against my chest and began to bawl. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

Nothing mattered to me other than doing my best to comfort Kristen. I had my left arm around her knees and my right arm around her back. Kristen’s piteous sobbing tore at my heart, and I began moving my hands in gentle caresses. I felt her hot tears on my chest. She trembled badly in my arms.

“Shhhh. We’re OK, Honey. It’s safe.” I whispered as gently as I could while moving my hands over more of her bare skin. Kristen snuggled against my chest even tighter.

The day warmed as the sun slid higher. I had been holding Kristen for over an hour while the autopilot kept us on course for the waypoint I had set. With my left hand, I caressed Kristen’s outer thigh and leg from her bottom to her feet. With my right hand, I caressed her side and bare back all the way to her bottom.

Slowly, Kristen’s sobs had decreased, and her violent trembling had subsided. Now, she had her left arm around my back and her right hand on my chest. I kissed her forehead and kept gently caressing most of Kristen’s bare body, consciously avoiding anything too sexual even though it would have been easy to caress her little bald vulva with the way she was sitting on me.

The autopilot idled the diesel engine and disengaged the transmission as we got to the waypoint. The boat rose and fell slowly on the gentle ocean swells. Kristen sniffled, then sat up. When I smiled down at her, she leaned up to plant a little, quick kiss on my lips. Then, she took my left hand and kissed it before planting it palm down on her upper thigh right at the junction with her waist.

“I’m sorry, Joe. I was so scared, and then I killed those guys, and everything was so scary,” she said.

I kissed her cheek. “It was terrifying, Honey. We’re OK right now. How about I get the rest of our stuff so we can get it stowed?”

Kristen nodded and planted a kiss on my chest. “OK.”

As gently as I could, I set Kristen off of my lap and stood. Kristen looked up at me. She still looked badly shaken. She watched me go back to the swim platform and bring her little pack and our clothes out of the dinghy to the stern deck.
When Kristen got to her feet, I held out her clothes to her. She looked me up and down then said, “I’ll just get grease paint on em.” She pointedly looked at all the places where my camo makeup had rubbed off onto her.

I smiled. “Oh, um, yeah. How about we stow this stuff so you can take a nice long shower? The hot water will help you relax!”

Kristen knitted her brow. “You have a real shower on here?”

“Yep! Let’s grab our stuff, and I’ll show you.”

I scanned the ocean while I led Kristen around the starboard side and across the foredeck to the hatch leading to the ladder into the cabin. There were quite a few vessels within sight, but most looked to be DIW (Dead In the Water) or just moving enough to maintain steerage.

I opened the hatch and latched it open before leading Kristen down the ladder. “Be careful. It’s steep.” I advised her.

“I’ve never seen a boat like this. There’s everything! A kitchen, a table, a bed, and I see the shower! Does it really work? Where do I put this stuff?” Kristen asked.

“Just set your stuff on the deck for now, Honey. Yep, it all works. I planned to be sailing by myself for over a year, going all around the world, so I made sure I had everything I would want.”

“All around the world. A year. Joe, will we be sailing that long?”

I sighed. “I hope not, Kristen. Maybe a couple of months though. So, Shower?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Come with me, young lady,” I said with a smile as I led her aft.

Just forward of the clear shatter-proof glass shower enclosure, I opened a narrow cabinet. “Everything a person might need for a shower is right in here, Honey. Towels, washcloths, soap, shampoo, toothbrushes, and toothpaste.”

Kristen studied the shelves and how everything there was stowed. “Can I use one of your toothbrushes?”

I chuckled. “Honey, it’s your boat too now! Of course, you can. You can use anything and everything.”

Now, Kristen gave me a small smile. “Oh, um, thanks Joe. Are you gonna shower with me?”

“I need to get us moving again. This time with the sail. You go right ahead and take as much time as you want.”

A little fear crept onto Kristen’s face. “I’ll be alone?”

Seeing her expression, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. Kristen wrapped her own arms around me and held on tightly. “I’ll be very close, Honey. If you get scared, just yell for me, and I’ll be right with you just like this.”

Kristen sniffled again and planted another kiss on my chest. “I’m being a baby. OK, Joe. You’ll kinda check to be sure I’m OK though, won’t you?”

“I’ll do that a lot, Honey. You can watch me too. This glass is clear both directions you know.”

Kristen let go of me and I dropped my arms from around her. “I guess it kind of is. OK, I’ll get cleaned up. I need it anyway! I haven’t been able to really wash for a long time!”

“Good deal.” I said before showing Kristen the instant hot temperature control and the water valve. She smiled at me as she started gathering things she wanted to use. I reluctantly left the girl to her shower.

I made my way back to the helm and made sure that the freshwater pump and the automatic watermaker system were powered. When I looked back, Kristen was setting shampoo and soap in the holders. She saw me looking and smiled.
Though the sail was well automated, it still had to be uncovered before I could use the controls at the helm station to raise it and get us underway. I made my way to the mast and took the cover off where the sail had been furled around the boom.

I noticed that Kristen was staring intently toward the ladder as I made my way back down it. As soon as she saw me, she relaxed and resumed lathering her long red hair. I gave her a smile before turning to the helm. Raising the sail was a simple matter of pressing a button and watching the readout at the left side of the navigation display. When it showed that the sail was completely unwound from the boom, I let go of the button.

My first order of business was to shut down the diesel engine and turn off the fuel pump-two switches. Next, I expanded the area shown on the navigation display and set another waypoint about one hundred nautical miles to the southwest. With a destination set, I set our desired speed at ten knots.

Before engaging the autopilot, I turned on the surface radar and the marine band radio. I set the radio to scan through the band. On the navigation display, I began seeing radar returns indicating other vessels out to about twenty miles. The path from our current location to the waypoint I had set showed as a magenta line on the display. Right now, there weren’t any vessels on the path. However, that is a constantly changing thing, so I enabled the collision avoidance feature too. It would determine a course to avoid any radar returns and also sound a loud, irritating alarm. With one more check of my settings, I engaged the autopilot.

The boat began a sharp turn, and I felt the boat yaw as the sail filled. I also heard a small cry of alarm from the shower. Knowing that the automation on my boat had everything under control, I made my way toward the shower quickly.
Kristen had her arms out, her hands braced against the clear walls of the shower enclosure. She looked at me anxiously. I got to the shower and opened the door. “It’s all OK, Kristen. That was just the autopilot getting us moving again.”

“But, it’s tilting back and forth!” she exclaimed.

I smiled. “Well, the sail does tend to make us roll to one side, and the swells on the ocean do their own thing, too. It might take a while for you to get your sea legs!”

Kristen pressed her lips together and slowly pulled her hands away from the enclosure walls. “It’s like the floor is on wheels or something. Maybe you should come in with me so I don’t fall. You can wash my back, and I can wash yours!”

I felt a very strong urge to do just that, and my cock began to swell. Kristen’s eyes were drawn to my crotch. “I better spend more time making sure we’re going to be safe, Honey. Just take things nice and slow. It won’t be long before you get used to the motion of the boat.”

Kristen gave it one more try as she looked up from my crotch to my face. “We could wash each other’s fronts, too.”

I actually chuckled, which drew a little scowl from Kristen. “We could, and we probably will someday, but I really do need to keep an eye on things. We’re sort of in the middle of a bunch of other boats and some ships.”

Kristen muttered something so low that I couldn’t make it out as I turned back toward the cockpit. I could barely hear low chatter on the marine radio before it resumed its scan of the band. I stopped at the helm long enough to check the radar returns, then climbed up the ladder to the foredeck.

I watched the sail for a bit to make sure it had deployed properly. It had and was fairly full. I wanted a better visual of the ocean around us, so I decided to finally pull in the bumpers that I had left hanging over the sides. I crossed the net to the port side hull. There, I looked around while pulling up and stowing the bumpers. I saw a few sailing vessels, some under sail and some with bare masts. None of them looked to be a threat. There were a few motorized boats varying in size, from whalers to yachts. Most of those looked to be D.I.W.

On my way across the main hull, I went back into the cabin. Kristen was still in the shower. She had her head tilted back, letting the water flow through her long, wavy, red hair. She looked completely at ease and stunningly beautiful. I just stood there admiring the young lady until she tilted her head back down and looked my way. She gave me a very nice smile, and I returned it as best I could.

Kristen kept her eyes on me as she got the soap and started lathering up her body. I reluctantly turned away so I could get back topside and resume pulling up bumpers and scanning the ocean on the starboard side.

The ocean from the starboard side was much like the ocean on the port side. A lot of vessels of every size and description. One yacht near the horizon looked sort of familiar, but I couldn’t be sure due to the distance.

I had my eyes on the ocean as I began stepping back down the ladder. I took just two steps before my crotch bumped against something, and I felt damp hair on the insides of my thighs. Looking down in surprise, I saw Kristen slowly lean her head back a couple of inches, her lips leaving the shaft of my cock.

“Shit. I’m so sorry, Kristen! I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

She looked at my crotch for a second before looking up and smiling. “It’s OK, Joe. I wasn’t watching either. Your thi…um, penis looks nice, and your balls? Anyway, they look nice. I’ve never seen a man’s stuff up close like this before.”

“I was just coming back down. Was your shower OK? Your clothes are still on the table.” I responded, ignoring her comments.

Kristen gave my crotch another look before she backed down the ladder and went to sit on the bench behind the table. “The shower was great, Joe! Those clothes are kind of stinky. Besides, it’s a naked boat, right?”

I went on down and settled in on the bench beside Kristen. “You look very refreshed. As for the boat being a naked boat. Kristen, that’s my personal thing. Of course, you’re welcome to stay nude if that’s what you really want, but you can also wear the clothes you have too. We can wash those.”

She gave me a very uncertain look. “Joe, do you like me better wearing clothes or not wearing clothes?”

I saw a very slight tremble of her chin. I had to be careful of my words here. The last thing I wanted would be saying something that made Kristen think she had some sort of flaw. “Oh, Honey. I like you the same whether you’re just like this, no clothes at all, or fully covered up! Really, whether or not to wear clothes is your decision!” I started to put my arm around her shoulders.

Kristen recoiled away. “I just got that grease paint off, Joe!”

“Sorry!” I pulled my arm back.

For several seconds, Kristen just looked me over, head to toe. “Naked. I’m gonna be naked, just like you.”

“Sure, Honey. Just remember, you can change your mind any time you feel like it.”

Now Kristen smiled. “Good! Now, I need to find that brush I took from the store.”

“And I should get a quick shower so I don’t get this makeup on you if I need a hug.” I grinned back.

Kristen very carefully leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Shower!” she ordered in a mocking tone.

“Oh, feel free to look around in here. If you go on deck, be careful and watch your step.” I told her as I made my way to the shower.

Kristen had left the shower perfectly set up. Every item was in the correct holder and I smiled that she had figured the small things out so quickly. I reset the temperature control to my liking, which was slightly hotter than Kristen had set it, before turning on the water.

The hot spray started relaxing my tense muscles quickly. With my eyes closed, I just rotated myself under the spray for a couple of minutes. Feeling pretty good, I opened my eyes and turned so I could see the rest of the cabin.

Kristen was looking through a cabinet under the counter of the kitchenette. My thoughts turned to reflection while I slowly used the soap and a washcloth, still watching the girl. Kristen hadn’t put any actual number to her age. She had simply told me that she was almost a teenager. Of course, that put her into the preteen category. She could be any age between ten and thirteen!

As I watched Kristen exploring the cabinets, she occasionally looked my way. Sometimes, she smiled shyly. At other times, she looked pensive. Kristen hadn’t put any clothing on, so I was seeing her totally nude while I examined my thoughts and feelings.

From the very start, Kristen had kept telling me that she was more than willing to engage in sex with me. She had brought it up many times. Just how much she understood about sex, I had no real idea. Sure, she had seen men taking sexual advantage of a woman, a “gang girl,” but seeing something like that was not very educational.

Does Kristen truly understand why people engage in sex other than times when men just want to pleasure themselves using a female to do it? Had her parents ensured that Kristen understood the emotional aspects? Had they taught her that even though sex is very pleasurable, the activity should only be between two people who were sharing their love for each other?
My ruminations turned to asking myself just exactly what kind of relationship she and I should have. At her age, she needed parental guidance. Could I become a father figure? I had no experience with children at all. Sure, I had often opined to myself that certain kids behaved badly or very well and attributed that behavior to the parents and had said to myself, “If I was that kid’s father…” But I had never been in a position to act as a parent.

Considering my obvious parental role, one that I would have to assume, Kristen’s frequent references to having sex with me became a huge consideration! Do I outright ban the idea? Do I tell Kristen that I would never engage sexually with her?
The answer came to me immediately while I watched her. No, I would not ban the idea at all. I also wouldn’t advance the notion. I had never been one to say that all sexual contact between adults and children was always wrong. In fact, within certain strict boundaries, I felt like such activity was very positive and emotionally healthy.

If I was going to be a father figure to Kristen, then I would stay within those strict boundaries. If, and only if, Kristen initiated sexual contact, I would guide her! I wouldn’t outright deny her but would ensure that she was emotionally ready for it beforehand. I would make sure that Kristen understood the why of it before I allowed her soft little lips to encompass my cock. I would ensure that she was well prepared before I ejaculated into her warm, welcoming mouth and encouraged her to swallow my semen. Had I just accepted as fact that I would be making love to Kristen?

I sort of broke out of my thoughts when I became aware that Kristen had stopped rummaging through a cabinet and was staring at my crotch with a small smile on her face. It took me another few seconds to realize that she was watching me stroking my erect cock. Quickly, but trying to look nonchalant about it, I got the soap and lathered up my cock while casually turning back around. I heard her giggle a little.

Berating myself for being a perverted moron, I concentrated on finishing my shower. I didn’t look back to see what Kristen was doing since just seeing her could bring those thoughts to the forefront again. Of course, I would be seeing the naked girl quite a lot and would probably have an almost constant erection. However, unless Kristen brought the subject up or did something, I made up my mind to keep blatantly sexual discussions to a minimum.

“It’s hanging down all soft again,” Kristen said from very close by while I dried my head and face. I took the towel from my eyes and saw that she was less than a foot away, looking at my cock.

Just seeing Kristen standing naked so close to me caused my cock to start inflating. I sighed. “Well, yeah.”

“But it’s growing again now. Did you, um, jack off? How come it’s already getting bigger?”

I kept drying myself, trying without success to distract my mind. “No, I didn’t masturbate. I just turned so that I wasn’t always staring at you, Honey. But, now that You’re right here, yeah, I’m getting aroused again.”

Kristen looked up at me with concern written in her expression. “Oh! Um, so just seeing me makes you horny? We could have sex. Wouldn’t that make it get soft again?”

I hung the damp towel up. “There’s a couple of things there, Kristen. Yes, seeing you and being close to you does get me aroused. But, it’s like I already told you, that doesn’t mean I need to have sex, or masturbate, or anything like that. What it means right now is that I just need to get my mind concentrating on something besides how beautiful you are.”

Kristen beamed a smile at me. “You think I’m beautiful? I’m only twelve, I think. I don’t have boobs even!”

“You think you’re twelve?” I emphasized the word “think.”

“I think so. My birthday is August 20. So, it’s after that now, right?” she asked.

“It’s August 15, Kristen.”

Kristen looked a little confused for a minute but soon smiled again. “Oh, OK! It doesn’t matter. I won’t sprout boobs all of a sudden when I turn twelve, anyway. Oh! You have a bunch of food! I found eggs and potatoes and oatmeal! Can I make breakfast? I mean, we didn’t eat this morning or anything. Oh! Maybe I could make us lunch! You’ve got lots of soups and stew mixes, too! All the directions are on the cans. It looks really easy to make.”

She had given me an out, and I took it. “Sure. How about you decide and make whatever you want. While you do that, I can go topside and have a look around. Just give a yell or come topside and find me when it’s ready.”

Kristen beamed, and my heart swelled with love for this girl that God had placed into my life. I reached out and caressed her soft little cheek.

“OK! What if I need help or something?”

“Same thing, Honey. Just yell or come find me.”

Kristen’s expression changed to one more serious. “You’re really like a father or uncle, Joe. OK, I’ll make us breakfast.”

I smiled as I caressed her head. “OK, just call me Uncle Joe!” I teased before heading to the ladder.

When I passed the helm station, I got the binoculars from the drawer and hung the strap from my neck. Once back outside, I walked to the bow to scan the ocean. There were fewer vessels in sight. I used the binoculars to examine each of them more closely.

I chose to look straight ahead of us first. About two miles out, I could see a container ship. It had no bow wave or wake, so it was D.I.W. Looking along the main deck, I only saw one person stationed at the bow. The distance was too great to determine gender, but from their stance, I could see that they were watching their surroundings like I was.
I shifted to look over a couple of sailboats and motorboats. Most were moving slowly. I could see that people were aboard the boats, and some were fishing. With the closer ones, I could see a mix of males and females. Most were wearing swimwear, but I did see a little nudity, too.

Looking out to the starboard, I only saw three more vessels. Two were sailboats with furled sails. One stuck out as the motor yacht that had been familiar looking the last time I scanned the ocean.

The motor yacht was closer this time, maybe half a mile out. The deck had quite a few people on it, and not one of them was wearing a stitch of clothing. As I looked at the foredeck, it looked to me like a couple was engaged in a sixty-nine. I kept moving my line of sight and saw an older man seated in a deck chair while a female was sucking his cock. I shifted my binoculars aft, and as I got amidships, I saw a nude female looking back at me through binoculars. She waved, and I waved back.

After that, I decided to go to the cockpit and check the radar returns on the navigation display at the helm. When I got down the ladder, I took a minute to watch Kristen, who looked busy in the kitchenette area. The beautiful girl turned and gave me a huge smile before turning back to her cooking. I felt my cock re-inflating.

Trying to avoid a full erection, I turned to the helm station. Before studying the navigation display, I turned up the volume on the marine radio.

“…fucked ’em right up!” I heard a male voice chortle.

“Heard about that. Way I heard it was some dude and a little girl shot the shit out of the whole gang before the other gang came in to clean house.” Another voice spoke up.

“We own the marina now. The man and girl did kill a dozen or so of the marina gang, well, what used to be the marina gang, but our bunch finished them off. Not one of those pieces of shit made it away alive. The new marina said it!” an authoritative-sounding voice came over loudly.

“Yeah, but if that dude and his little girl hadn’t softened ’em up for ya, you never woulda made it!” the first voice insisted.

The authoritative voice came back across. “We agree. We owe the Naked Explorer for that.”

“Naked Explorer, huh? Well, whoever that is, I hope they got away!” The second voice piped up.

“Well, we won’t be after them, that’s for sure! For all other small vessels out there, the marina is under new leadership. It is safe to return. We will protect any vessel in our harbor. We plan on operating a trading post here in the near future. Seafood is in high demand, as are all other food items.” The voice claiming the marina announced.

“We’ll see how that goes. For my money ain’t no place ashore safe!” A new voice called out.

“Not too fuckin’ safe out here either! I had to fight off one bunch of assholes just last week! Pirates out here.” Another commented.

“Yep. We keep a 24/7 watch on the Family Adventure! Damn good thing we like our guns!” a female voice spoke up.

“Ya got a crew, Adventure? Ya stickin’ around?” a male asked.

“A very healthy crew, and none of you will ever know where we are or where we might be headed.” The female answered.

“Who are all those people, Joe?” Kristen asked as she came up behind me, pressing her soft body against my side and one cheek of my ass.

I had jumped a little at the surprise contact. I blew out a breath and managed to relax some. I put my arm around Kristen’s shoulder and rested my hand on her upper arm. “Just people on boats chatting, Honey.”

“Oh. Well, I got breakfast ready. It’s eggs, hash brown potatoes, and oatmeal. Is that OK?”

I turned us both and planted a kiss on the top of Kristen’s head. She smelled clean and fresh. With Kristen keeping constant contact against my body, my cock began inflating again. By the time we got to the table, I had a full erection bobbing in front of me.

Kristen moved in front of me, pushing me toward the bench seat with her hands on my chest. As I lowered myself to sit, her hands slid down my body and kept going until her right hand actually slid along the shaft of my cock and then off of it. “You go in first. Then me.”

I slid in and looked at the very full plate and the steaming bowl in front of me. The eggs looked perfect, and the potatoes had been fried to a tender brown. “Kristen, this looks fantastic,” I commented as Kristen slid in until her right side was pressing my left side. She made sure that her soft thigh pressed on my thigh.

“My mom and dad made sure I knew how to do some cooking.” She replied while I took a bite of the eggs.

“Well, they taught you very well. It tastes just as good as it looks.” I told her.

“Yeah. Mom wanted me to know all about cooking, housekeeping, and sewing. Dad wanted to make sure I knew how to do things like hunt, sharpen knives, and outdoor stuff.”

“It sounds like you had wonderful parents, Kristen,” I told her gently and used my left hand to caress her lower thigh.

Kristen sighed. “Yeah, they loved me even though I wasn’t their real kid.”

“You weren’t?” I asked, a little surprised.

“No. Mom couldn’t get pregnant, or maybe Dad couldn’t make her pregnant. Anyway, they adopted me when I was two. My real mother was a druggie or something and gave me up.”

“Ah, that happens more than it should. But they sound like very good people and did their best to teach you everything you need to know.”

Kristen looked up at me with her lips pressed together. She seemed to consider some internal debate before she said, “They never taught me about sex, Joe. I mean, I never even saw a penis in real life till everybody got sick, and I had to start going out to find food and stuff. School just taught me that a man’s sperm has to get inside me so it can find my egg if I want to have a baby. They didn’t tell me how his sperm gets inside me. The kids at school said a lot of stuff about sex, but that’s just kids.

“I learned about gang girls when I was sneaking around and saw some girls like at the marina. That’s how I figured out what sex is. I can do that, Joe! I really can! I know I’m little, but I can still do it if you let me.”

I studied Kristen’s pretty face, looking up at me. She was small, for sure. When standing with me, the top of Kristen’s head only came up to just under my chin, and I only stood five feet six inches. I caressed Kristen’s bare thigh and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

“Of course, you’re able to do all of that, Kristen. The thing is that sex is a deeply personal thing. It’s tied in with all sorts of emotions. If a person has sex for the wrong reasons, such as trading it for food and protection, then the person could start feeling resentful and angry. That is very harmful, Honey.

“Sex and most intimate contact, like how I’m rubbing your leg right now, should be done out of desire and love. I’m rubbing your leg to try and let you know how much I care for you.”

Kristen looked at my hand, slowly sliding up and down her thigh. Then she looked back up at me and had a somewhat contrite expression. “I’m sorry, Joe. I was just so curious that I just had to know what your penis felt like when I touched it.”

“Huh?” I asked, confused.

“When you sat down. I made sure my hand went on your penis so I could feel it. Didn’t you feel it?”

I remembered her little maneuver and chuckled. “Oh, that. Yes, I felt it. It was very gentle and nice, Honey.”

“You don’t mind that I just kinda felt it and didn’t ask first?”

I sucked in a breath. “Kristen, I’m the adult you’re stuck with for now, Honey. Believe it or not, I’ve paid very close attention to everything you’ve said. You offered many times to have sex with me, and you’re not even twelve yet. Now, you have let me know that you were never taught much about sex and lovemaking. You hadn’t even seen a penis close enough to get a good look until today. So, of course, you’re very curious! I can remember how curious I was about the female body when I was young! Hell, I’m still curious!” I smiled.

“You’ve seen and touched all over hundreds of girls! We’re all mostly the same, Joe. Well, some of us have boobs. You sure you didn’t mind that I sneaked in touching your penis?” Kristen asked.

“No, I don’t mind even a little bit. And, it hasn’t been hundreds of girls, Honey. A lot, but not hundreds,” I told her truthfully.

“Did your mom let you touch her?” Kristen asked quite seriously.

“Well, no. I actually grew up pretty much like you were growing up. I had no experience at all with girls until I was in high school! Then, learning was really not the best experience for the girls or even for me. It wasn’t until I joined the Navy and went overseas that I started to really learn about sex and lovemaking and all of that.” I explained and then expounded on it. “Kristen, when I experienced a lot of other ways of life, I was able to really consider the entire scope. I don’t think mankind is living the way that God originally intended, and I have ideas that most people won’t approve of.”

“Like what?” Kristen asked curiously as she resumed her breakfast.

“Well, living like this.” I pointed at us. “No clothing. I believe that nudity, especially in the home with family, is better for everyone. There should never be a need to hide your body from anyone in your family! That way, kids simply grow up knowing the differences between girls and boys, no mystery!” I took another breath and dove in farther. “Also, parents should never hide their lovemaking from the kids, ever. Kids would grow up very comfortable with what they saw. The parents would answer any questions about the sexual activity the kids have, and, if the parents felt the kids were ready for it, allow the kids to engage in that same activity with them.”

Kristen smiled at me. “So, if you had been my dad, I would have seen you naked all the time and watched you have sex a lot. If I asked to do the same sex stuff with you, would you let me? You would do it all?”

“If I had been married and had a daughter, yes, she would see me nude every day, and she would see me and her mother having sex. Now, I certainly would teach her how to have sex with me if that’s what she wanted, but not unless I was positive that she was emotionally and physically ready for it! If she were, I would make love to her, teaching her more about using sex to express love, not just for the physical pleasure of it.” I explained.

“Huh. I guess she would probably have touched your penis and everything a bunch since you were naked so much.” Kristen mused.

“We would have touched and caressed and kissed every part of each other’s bodies quite a lot. Probably several times every day just showing our affection for each other, Honey. Families should be very loving and affectionate.”

Kristen watched me caressing her thigh. “But you’re making sure your hand never touches my pussy, Joe. I mean, I can tell you want me to feel better and all, but you’re making sure your hand doesn’t go that far.”

I sighed. “That’s because we barely know each other, Honey. If you had grown up with me, sure, I would caress your crotch and your chest just as much as any other part of your body.”

Kristen grew silent, and both of us concentrated on our breakfasts. I kept slowly caressing Kristen’s thigh while I ate. Kristen seemed to be absorbed in her own thoughts, so I didn’t say anything.

“Will you be my new dad, Joe?” Kristen almost whispered.

I set my fork on my mostly empty plate. “Kristen, I sort of am a new dad for you. We’re here alone, and I’m the old man here. You’re still really a child, so I need to be like a father for you.”

Kristen put her hand on my thigh and slid it up so that her fingers were far enough into my crotch that they lightly touched the base of my cock and my scrotum. “I mean, a real dad like you said you would be if you had a daughter.” She slid her fingertips an inch up the shaft of my cock.

I put my arm around her and pulled her tighter to my side while kissing her forehead. “Is that really what you want?” I asked as I went ahead and cupped her soft, hairless vulva with my left hand.

Kristen closed her eyes and leaned her cheek against my chest. “Yes, Daddy. It’s what I really want.” She breathed while I used my fingers to lightly massage her vulva.

Keeping my left hand in Kristen’s soft crotch, I reached over with my right hand and lifted her face up. I smiled at her and then planted a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. Kristen leaned into the kiss, and I moved my right hand to her chest, gently fondling her budding little breasts and rather erect little nipples.

“Of course, I’ll try to be your adopted father, Honey,” I told her after breaking the gentle kiss.

Kristen looked into my eyes, awe and wonder shining through. “I have a Daddy. Um, do Daddies do a lot of kissing and touching?”

I kissed her lips again. “Quite a lot.”

“Um, do daughters do a lot too?”

“As much as they want, Honey,” I replied happily.

Kristen blinked, and I saw the uncertainty in her eyes as she wrapped her soft hand around the shaft of my cock and held it loosely. “This is OK, Daddy?”

“More than just OK. It feels really good. Is it OK that I’m touching your breasts and pussy?” I asked.

Now, she smiled happily. “It feels like you’re trying to melt me, Daddy. Nobody ever touched me there before, and the way you do it makes me feel like you really do love me.”

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