The killing and rebuilding of mankind part four

Joe gains another daughter. He expresses his beliefs about being a parent.

*** this is my fourth installment of this story. To find the other three, just click on my alias in blue. Please forgive the slowness of my postings. I’m writing this as time allows.
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Kristen’s simple words sent my heart into an overload of love. I slid my left hand out of her crotch and up to her chest while caressing her long red hair with my right. Kristen looked into my eyes as I softly planted my lips back on hers.

The kiss lasted a couple of minutes, and Kristen melted into it, her soft hand exploring my crotch. “I do love you, Kristen. I’ll try to be the best father any girl could have.”

“You already are, Joe…um, Daddy. I think I’m really in love with you too. My heart is beating so hard! I just want to touch and kiss you all over!”

I leaned her back so that I could put my head down between us. Softly, I kissed and suckled each of her tiny nipples before trailing kisses back up to her lips. “That’s something a father and daughter should do quite a lot of, Honey.”

Kristen held my cock a little more firmly as she asked, “It’s OK? You’ll let me touch and kiss you everywhere?”

I slid my right hand down her back, over her very long, soft hair. “Of course, Honey. But I have to let you know that what you’re doing now is going to make me have an orgasm.”

Kristen had begun to lower her head, but she straightened back up. “Is that when your sperm comes out, Daddy?”

“Semen, Honey. It’s the fluid my body makes so my sperm can stay alive long enough to make you pregnant when we have intercourse. And, of course, intercourse is when I put my penis inside of your vagina.” I explained.

“I heard girls say lots of things about spe…semen in school. Most of them said that it’s gross. How can it be gross if it makes babies, Daddy?”

I gave Kristen an amused expression. “Well, it can be a bit messy, but I’ve known women who do think my semen is gross and other women who seem to think it’s the greatest gift a man can give a woman.”

Kristen knitted her brow in thought. “It makes babies, Daddy! God gave it to men so they can give it to girls! It’s a gift from God! It can’t be gross.”

With that declaration, Kristen slid her bottom away so she had room to lower her head. I sighed as my newly adopted daughter first kissed my nipples and then trailed kisses down my hairy belly.

When Kristen began kissing and sometimes licking my cock, I lovingly caressed her back and bottom. I felt like heaven had opened up and delivered Kristen to me as a gift directly from God himself. My heart swelled with love as I contemplated my newly adopted daughter so lovingly using her soft lips and tongue.

Then, slowly, the reality that Kristen wasn’t quite twelve entered my thoughts. A battle comprised of social customs, my own notions of parenting, lust, desire, and consequences raged. Even as Kristen slid her lips farther down the head of my cock so she could lick more of it, and I lovingly caressed her, the battle kept going.

Here was a young lady who had, from the very start, offered to have sex with me. At the time, she truly had no idea what such an offer could mean. Kristen had admitted her ignorance of sexual acts, other than the likewise ignorant talk of other kids.

My own beliefs were that it was a father’s duty to guide his daughter as she learned all about lovemaking and sex. That, of course, included allowing the daughter to engage sexually with her father. I wanted to be her father. I had already fallen deeply in love with Kristen.

Did I lust after and desire Kristen sexually? Absolutely. She had become my daughter. Of course, I wanted her. Did I see her as a sexual being? Again, absolutely. She was at the age where her body had begun to change, her hormones were running wild, and she desperately needed loving contact.

However, social norms were strict. Young ladies were not considered to be knowledgeable enough and emotionally equipped properly to engage sexually until their late teens at the earliest. Of course, that was society’s fault. In modern society, children don’t witness lovemaking in real life, so they grow up without that vital reference. In primitive societies, children did see people making love, every detail of it, from the time they were born. Those primitive people had a much better grasp of reality than people in modern society.

As I kept watching my daughter lightly sucking and softly licking half of the head of my cock. I made a decision. Yes, Kristen needed me to make love to her and teach her all that she would need to know and understand about lovemaking and sex. However, I needed to allow Kristen time to process and think about each aspect of it before taking the next small step.

I slid my hands to Kristen’s shoulders and gently lifted her. She kept her loose hold on my cock as she sat up. She looked a little confused and apprehensive. I smiled. “I need to go make sure everything is still OK, Honey.”

“But, it’s still stiff and sticking up, Daddy. I thought if I sucked on it and licked it, semen would come out so it could get soft again.”

“Oh, it would have, Honey. But it doesn’t have to. Do you know that you made love to me? That was such a caring thing for you to do.”

Kristen blinked. “I wanted to make love to you, Daddy, but your semen never came out.”

“Orgasms don’t have to be part of lovemaking, Honey. The way you had your lips on me and licked me told me how much you love me.”

Kristen looked at me in awe. “And I could feel how much you love me by the way you were touching me while I did it.”
I caressed her cheek with my left hand and her soft chest with my right hand while kissing her lips very softly. Kristen returned the kiss, leaning into me. “This is lovemaking too, Honey. There’s no sex, but we were trying to show each other our love.”

“I wish we could just make love instead of doing anything else, Daddy.”

I chuckled. “Well, to be honest, I wish we could too! But life goes on, and we need to deal with it.”

Kristen took in a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. “Yeah, I guess so. But Daddy, it’s gonna be super hard for me not to always touch and kiss you. I mean, that’s really all I wanna do right now.”

“Oh, Honey, can’t you see that I have trouble keeping my hands and lips off of you too?” I asked while fondling her small nipple.

Kristen grinned and giggled. “You could let me go with you so I can keep touching and kissing and sucking and licking while you do things.”

Her tone was teasing, and I had to laugh a little. “We just might try that someday, but not now, Honey.”
“But it’s OK if I sorta do it a little every now and then?”

“Absolutely!” I said happily before leaning in to suckle her small nipples for a few seconds each. I wanted to provide Kristen with an idea of acceptable behavior. Fondling and kissing would almost always be welcomed by me.

“Good! OK, I’ll clean up in here.”

“That sounds like a very responsible plan. I’m going to be in and out a lot. I need to see what’s going on and make sure we’re still on the right course. If I get finished doing that before you finish in here, I’ll come help.”

Kristen gave me the most intensely admonishing look I had seen on her. “Oh no, you won’t, Daddy! If you get done first, just keep making love to me! Housework is my job! I’m the wif…um, daughter! You’re the man.” Her expression softened. “I can still do the cleaning if you’re kissing and touching me.”

I held up my hands in mock surrender. “Yes dear.”

Of course, the two of us exchanged a couple more kisses and touches as we got out from the bench seat of the table. Kristen gathered our dishes while I headed to the cockpit. I looked at the display and saw that we were close to our waypoint. The average speed shown was just over ten knots.

The time shown on the display was just after noon. Sunset wouldn’t be until after eight, so I expanded the display to show a hundred-mile area around us and set a new waypoint right at the edge on a course of 220 degrees. That would keep us moving southwest.

The GPS had our position, and the navigation software filled in the chart. The Baja Peninsula showed up along the edge of the display nearly eighty miles to our east. There weren’t any radar returns showing other vessels, but my radar was only good for about twenty miles.

Looking back into the cabin, I was sorely tempted to put Kristen’s assertion that she could keep cleaning even if I was all over her, fondling and kissing her. As she stood at the small sink washing things, her stunning beauty took my breath away. Her long, wavy, red hair hung loose and soft down her back, almost brushing the cheeks of her perfect little bottom. Kristen’s budding little breasts were on profile to me, and I could already tell that they would grow to just perfectly fit her small frame. I remembered how they felt in my hands and against my lips when I had suckled them. I wanted more, and my cock got rock hard.

Being a good father to Kristen was going to be very difficult for me. I had to be so very patient and gentle with her. Kristen was so eager to explore our love and lovemaking, and I had to admit that I was probably much more eager. Both of us had readily started making love with touches, hugs, and passionate kissing. In my heart, I knew that all of that intimate activity was very much how a responsible father should be interacting with his preteen daughter. Perhaps even going so far as mutual oral sex, bringing each other to orgasm. It would depend greatly on the girl’s emotional progress and her understanding of lovemaking at the time.

Children who had lived their entire lives seeing their parents making love and also routinely being intimately touched and kissed, like all children should, would naturally progress to sex with their parents.

However, all of my intimate activities with females had been with adults, never once with a young girl. There was within me the need to go all the way with my almost twelve-year-old daughter. I felt the almost overwhelming desire to have my cock encased in her immature vagina, depositing my cum as deeply into her as possible while holding, caressing, and kissing her to express the depth of my love. But Kristen wasn’t ready for full intercourse yet. However, I felt sure that if she wanted to learn oral sex, she should. I made up my mind that the next time she put her soft lips on the head of my cock that I would explore that with her.

Kristen turned her head and gave me a big, happy smile. I smiled and then blew my daughter a kiss before heading up the ladder with the binoculars hanging from the strap around my neck. Brilliant sunshine greeted me as I emerged onto the deck. As I took a look around at the empty, calm ocean, I felt happy and hopeful. The sky only had a few fluffy-looking clouds scattered here and there.

I slowly made my way around the outer portions of the center hull, looking for any damage or anything out of place. Other than needing to re-secure a couple of lines at the bow and stern, I didn’t find any immediate issues. The dinghy I had taken and used to get myself and Kristen, along with our gear, from shore to the boat trailed behind the swim platform on its bow line.

I made my way over the taught net to the port side hull. I checked for the possibility that some of the wild shots fired at us had punctured the hull. Not seeing any holes above the waterline, I opened the stern-most hatch to look into the storage area. Of course, it was packed full of watertight containers, and I couldn’t see much else. I stuck my head into the hatch to listen. There wasn’t any sloshing sound that I could detect, so I figured that the hull was still watertight and dry.

Spare gear, food supplies, extra sails, and some reading material were packed into labeled storage containers in all three hulls of the boat. I had packed in as logical a manner as I could for a multi-year trip. Things were placed so that I could progress through the supplies as time during the trip also progressed. I had planned to just work my way down each storage area as needed. It was mostly food stored in the two outboard hulls. Of course, the low topside deck lockers held other things such as spare lines, first aid supplies, hand and battery-powered tools, and more ammunition. A person could never have too much ammo.

After reassuring myself that the boat hadn’t taken any dangerous damage, I went to the bow of the center hull to simply have time to think. While I had accepted the fact that the world had been hit with the most deadly illness in recorded history, seeing the survivors so quickly take to such high levels of violence had shaken me. Sure, I had expected some of it, but not to such an extreme.

My decision to take to the ocean in search of isolation stemmed directly from what I had seen, people killing indiscriminately in order to take what their victims had. It had turned my thoughts very dark. In my mind, any place that had people still alive after the illness would be fraught with deadly danger.
Finding and rescuing Kristen had been a decision made out of anger. I saw a girl about to be violently raped by three grown men. Rape is never justified! Sure, I believe that girls Kristen’s age should be made love to by their fathers, but that’s assuming that the girl desires the sexual contact and that it’s done with pure love. What was happening to Kristen was a hateful, violent assault!

My initial thoughts after killing the would-be rapists was that Kristen would just run away to safety. However, she had stuck with me. She had seen me as a savior and protector. In a matter of hours, I had taken her under my protection. Just hours after that, I had accepted the girl as my permanent ward. A girl to protect, provide for and now love for the rest of my days. I very willingly became her father in every respect other than biologically.

I sighed as I considered how much more attached the two of us could have been if I were her biological father. As I came to understand that despite the biology, I was fully invested in my daughter, I jumped a little as soft hands slid over my shoulder. I hadn’t noticed Kristen approach me from behind.

I leaned my head back to see Kristen looking down at me with a little concern. The top of my head was just slightly above Kristen’s bald crotch and I smiled up at her. “Hey, Honey. Are you OK?”

Kristen nodded, then leaned down to plant a little kiss on my lips. “Everything is all cleaned up. You were still out, so I looked around in more of the cabinets. “Daddy, are you OK? You were just sitting here kinda looking a little lost.”

Kristen stepped around in front of me, and I couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her soft, hairless vulva while cupping the cheeks of her small bottom. Kristen gasped but also caressed my head until I pulled my lips from her pussy and pulled her onto my lap. She sat across my thighs and wrapped her left arm around my neck while planting her right hand on my chest.

“I’ve never been a daddy before, Honey. I know what I think a father of a young girl should do, but this is real. I want to be the best father that I can for you. You’re not even twelve yet, almost twelve, but not officially there.” I told her while gently caressing her bottom and chest.

Kristen planted her lips on mine, and we shared a soft, lingering kiss. When we broke the kiss, Kristen pressed her lips together. “I think you’re gonna be the best father in the world, Daddy. I thought a lot about it while I was inside cleaning and looking around. I kinda wish you were married and had a wife and maybe another daughter, one maybe a little older who has been raised by you!”

I raised my eyebrows. “Oh, why is that, Honey?”

Kristen smiled. “Because I could see what all of you do! I mean, I know what I want to do, but your wife could tell me if it’s the right thing or not, and I could watch your daughter to see what she does, and she could tell me all sorts of stuff. The only things I know are the things I heard kids at school saying.”

I leaned down to give her little nipples some loving kisses and slight suckling. Kristen held my head a little tighter to her chest. When I lifted my face back up, I asked, “Is what you think you want to do something you heard kids at school talking about?”

“Uhuh. I started doing it, I think. You made me stop, though.” She said.

“Oh, when you started to suck my penis?”

“Yeah. One girl at school said she had been doing that with one of her neighbors for years and years, and she really liked it. Your penis was so hard, like it is now, for so long, and I thought you needed to squirt your semen! The girl told us that the man she sucked all the time would squirt his semen if she sucked and licked it.”

I slid my hand down Kristen’s body, and she opened her thighs so that I could fondle her soft crotch, and so she could stroke my cock with her fingertips. “Well, that’s true, Honey. You can make me have an orgasm that way or in lots of other ways, too. The reason I made you stop was because I needed time for both of us to think things over.

“I needed to think about being your father! I do love you and want to be your father in every way, Honey. That’s what I was thinking about when you found me sitting here. As for you, you need time to think about everything I’ve been doing to you. All of the kissing and touching like I’m doing now.”

Kristen narrowed her eyes and smirked. “All the kissing and touching you’ve been doing to me, huh? What about me doing all sorts of touching you like I’m doing now? Huh?” she slid her fingers down to my balls, fondled them a little, then slid her hand back up so she could take hold of my stiff cock.

I had to chuckle. I used my fingers lengthwise to massage both lips of her vulva. “I think you should do all of the touching and kissing you desire, Honey.”

Kristen leaned in to give me a peck on the lips. “And I think you should do a whole lot more touching and kissing! Daddy, everything you do makes me feel loved and cared for! I want to make you feel like I love you with all of my heart because I do, Daddy! I want to make you feel good!” she declared, then looked a little shy, “I kinda want to know what it’s like to make your semen squirt in my mouth, too. The girl who likes doing that said it makes the man she sucks feel super good, and she likes swallowing it.”

I gave Kristen a serious look. “Honey, if you truly want to do that, I won’t stop you.”

Sitting with Kristen on my lap at the bow of the boat, I almost had an orgasm just thinking about her sucking me. As soon as I had told her that I wouldn’t stop her, Kristen had plastered a hard, sloppy kiss on my lips.

While we held the kiss, I laid back, bringing my daughter with me. She held my cock the entire time. When Kristen broke the passionate kiss, she began kissing her way down my body. I guided her hips with my hands, and just as she placed her lips on the head of my cock, I managed to have her straddling my face.

Kristen slid her lips halfway down the head of my cock as I pulled her perfect preteen crotch to my own lips. I had a deep-seated need to convey my love for her while she lavished her love on me. While Kristen lightly sucked and licked the head of my cock, I kissed and licked her vulva, only slightly pushing my tongue between her sopping-wet labia.

Panting a little, I pulled my lips from Kristen’s hairless pussy just long enough to say, “I’ll have an orgasm any time now, Honey.”

Kristen hummed around the head of my cock and kept going as I resumed kissing and licking her. Though I wanted my daughter to feel my love for her through my oral ministrations, she wasn’t yet ready to have an orgasm while sucking me.

My orgasm came on gently. It simply washed through me. I felt Kristen startle a little when the first stream of my cum pushed through my cock and into her mouth, but she recovered very quickly. I kept kissing and licking her pussy. My left hand caressed her bottom while I ran the fingers of my right hand through her soft red hair. My daughter needed my reassurance that she was doing the right thing and that I liked it.

As I sent more cum through my cock, I felt Kristen slide her lips fully over the head. She used her entire tongue on me, and I felt that she had started swallowing. I poured out my love for my daughter using my lips, tongue, hands, and cum.

My cock didn’t soften, and Kristen kept sucking and licking after my orgasm. I relished my daughter’s taste and kept loving her. I had no desire for our oral sex session to end, and it seemed that Kristen was of like mind. In less than ten more minutes, I had another, slightly more powerful, orgasm. Kristen kept sucking, licking, and swallowing.

Only as my cock became limp did Kristen slide her lips off of it. I gave her vulva another kiss, and then Kristen deftly turned around on top of me. She fell into my arms and planted her cum flavored mouth on mine. I kissed her very passionately while caressing her long hair, bare back, and small bottom.

I saw the tracks of tears on Kristen’s beautiful face when we broke our kiss, but she had a huge smile, too. “You gave me your semen twice, Daddy! I love you so much, and you love me even more!”

I ran my fingers into her hair. “Honey, that was mostly because you loved on me the way you did. I was already close to orgasm before you started, and then when you just kept loving on me, well, the next orgasm was the natural result.”

“But, Daddy, you were doing so much more! You were kissing and licking my pussy at the same time that you were giving me so much of your semen! Um, sorry about putting so much of your penis in my mouth. I just needed more of you!”

I pulled my daughter in for a tight hug and passionate kiss. “Kristen, every little thing was perfect. You’re my daughter. You should never be afraid to do anything you want to do as far as touching, kissing, and even sucking me is concerned. It’s my responsibility to allow you to do all of that and guide you as you learn, Honey.”

Kristen gave me a slightly dubious, but also curious, look. “You mean I can just do stuff if I feel like it?”

I chuckled. “Of course, Honey. If I think it’s not right, I’ll let you know and help you learn from it.”

“So, if I had put even more of your penis in my mouth like I kinda wanted, that would have been OK? What if I just want to touch and kiss all over you? I want to, you know. All over. Every inch!”

“Just don’t hurt yourself trying to put too much of my penis in your mouth or anywhere else, Honey. As for wanting to experiment with me, there’s really no limit to where you put your hands or lips.”

Kristen knitted her brow. “Daddy, I want you to touch and kiss all of me too. Just like you’ve been touching and kissing, but all over.”

My heart swelled with love, desire, and plain old lust. “That’s what I want for us, too, Honey. No restrictions on how we touch each other.”

Kristen slid a little to the side so she could reach down and loosely grasp my limp cock. “When it gets hard again, can I do more?”

I slid my right hand over her little bottom to fondle her vulva from behind. “Can I do this more?” I asked with a smile.

“Oh, Daddy! I want you to! As much as you can stand! It feels so good and makes me all wet and squishy.” She gave me a brilliant smile.

“I think we understand each other, Honey. You’re my daughter, and I’m your father. Both of us should know that our touches and kisses are always welcome.”

Kristen turned on top of me so her lips were at my crotch. She slurped my cock into her mouth while I planted soft kisses on her vulva and gently licked her delicious juices. Nothing other than loving my daughter and allowing her to experiment mattered whatsoever.

We were both rather lost in our mutual pleasures when a noise that didn’t belong reached my ears. It was a high-pitched sound that I almost attributed to gulls screaming overhead, but the cadence didn’t fit. It didn’t have the same quality and seemed to be more measured than what a seabird would have.

The sound was faint and seemed to be coming from port. I leaned my head farther up to look past Kristen’s round bottom and thigh. As I tried to scan the ocean, Kristen kept lovingly sucking my growing cock. “Kristen, Honey, something is wrong out there,” I said as I gently moved Kristen off of me so I could sit up.

Kristen also began looking. “Is that somebody yelling, Daddy?”

I picked up the binoculars and put them to my eyes. “I’m not sure. It sounds far off though.”

“What’s that?” Kristen asked as she pointed southeast of us.

I swung my gaze in that direction and could barely make out someone waving their arms as they stood in an emergency raft. As I studied the figure, I saw long dark hair and a lot of bare skin. Looking more steadily, I could make out three very small dark patches of cloth. Two on her chest and one far into her crotch. It looked like the kind of bikini designed to skirt indecent exposure laws, barely. The woman, or girl, seemed to faint and fell into the raft.

I handed the binoculars to Kristen.” I think it’s a girl, Kristen. Keep an eye on her. I’m going to swing around to get closer.”

“Why is she all alone?” Kristen asked while looking at the raft.

I didn’t answer. I ran to the cockpit and studied the radar returns. There was still nothing showing, but the raft looked small and was probably not reflective, so that didn’t worry me. I gauged the raft’s location as best I could as I set a new waypoint into the navigation system.

Our boat heeled a bit as the navigation system trimmed the sail and shifted the rudder. The wind direction wasn’t ideal for this new course, going southeast instead of southwest. The automation made small adjustments to the sail and rudder before the navigation system constructed a tacking course to get us to the waypoint.

When the navigation system seemed to have things well handled, I rushed back topside. Kristen was sitting down again near the bow. She had the binoculars to her eyes. I walked over and stood beside her. Kristen stood and handed me the binoculars.

Looking through the binoculars, I could just barely see part of the woman’s body above the sides of the raft. The tacking of our boat made things a little harder as it changed course from time to time to travel in the zigzag pattern.

“Come on, let’s get a better look,” I told Kristen and led her up a short ladder to the cabin deck. “Watch out for the boom. It’ll move when the boat changes course again.”

“Yeah, I saw it happen already! That thing could knock your head off!” Kristen exclaimed.

I positioned us so that the swing of the boom wouldn’t actually strike us and watched as we got closer to the raft. The added height allowed me to see into it better. A female was trying to struggle to her feet. We were much closer now, and she waved weakly.

“Kristen, can you go out to that hull and throw her a line? There’s two lines coiled by cleats.” I asked.
“I can do that!” Kristen quickly agreed.

I held her in place, though. “Wait until I drop the sail, Honey. I’ve got to sort of shut things down so I can use the maneuvering jets. You’ll feel the boat almost stop. I’ll call out to you when it’s time for you to get over there.”

I scrambled down and into the cockpit to shut down the autopilot system. Using the control buttons on the console, I furled the sail around the boom, then yelled out, “OK, Kristen!”

Without the sail, our boat was just drifting. I could see the raft out the window of the cockpit and started the pump for the maneuvering jets. Kristen was at the forwardmost mooring line on the starboard hull. Using the maneuvering jets required two joysticks, one for my right hand and one for my left. The rudder would remain loose to simply swing as the jets pushed the boat.

The woman in the raft managed to get onto her knees and waited as I brought us closer and closer. I got close enough that the raft slid along the hull. When the raft was right beside Kristen, I saw her toss the line. It impressed me that Kristen had thrown all of the slack line so that all the woman in the boat would have to do was tie her side off and the raft would stay against our boat.

As soon as I saw the woman tie off her raft, I shut everything down and ran up the ladder, over the net, and up the starboard hull. “Water?” she gasped as I got to her.

“I’ll get it!” Kristen offered and ran off with the agility of her youth.

I sat at the edge of our boat and looked over the female. I changed my estimation of her possible age to that of a young teen. She had long black hair that she wore in a braid that hung down her back. She managed to sit up, and I saw that she had quite beautiful, full “A” cup-size breasts. They were perfectly formed hills on her small chest.

“How long have you been out here on a raft?” I asked.

She gazed up at my face. “Days,” she croaked.

“Come on, let’s get you on the boat,” I said as I reached out to her.

The girl hesitated to let me take hold of her, but when Kristen arrived with a bottle of water, she relented. I slid my legs over the side so that I could pull the girl up and use my legs to cushion her from scraping her body on the boat. Her top slid down, off of her nipples, as I pulled her onto me and then set her down beside me.

The girl took the water bottle from Kristen as soon as she could. I held her upright by her shoulders. Kristen sat in front of the girl, watching with worry.

“Muchas Gacias,” the girl said after downing about half of the bottle of water.

“De nada,” I replied, using one of the few words of Spanish that I remembered.
She looked from me to Kristen and back. Her top was still askew, but she made no move to correct it. “Why were you all alone?” Kristen asked.

“Bad men attacked our boat in the night. There was a lot of shooting. One of the men I was with threw the raft and pushed me over the side. I was able to get in the raft and use the paddle to get away.” She told us.

“My name is Joe, and this is my daughter, Kristen,” I introduced.

“Amy.” She replied before starting to down the rest of the water.

“I’ll get more!” Kristen said before jumping up and scrambling toward the cabin.

“Amy, your top is sort of out of place,” I told her, thinking she was just too exhausted to notice.

Amy looked down, and then, to my surprise, she pulled the ties loose and dropped the top. Then, she untied the bottom, pulled that off, and set it aside with the top. I noticed some stubble in her pubic area. “Amy, you’re not required to be naked like we are,” I told her.

“Here,” Kristen said as she handed a second bottle of water to Amy. “You’re pretty!”

“Gras…um, thank you. So are you. At home, we never wear clothes in our house. I only wore that because some of the people on the boat weren’t used to girls being naked all the time.” Amy told us after another long pull of water.

“Your family were nudists?” I asked.

“Papa and Momma hated that label. Nudists and naturists are trying to prove that they are better than everyone else by going nude. Papa and Momma just didn’t like wearing clothes. Um, are you nudists?”

I smiled and shrugged. “Maybe. We both decided not to wear clothes, at least not here on the boat.”

“It’s easier to make love without clothes, too,” Kristen mentioned.

Amy’s eyes got huge, and she looked from me to Kristen and back again. “You have sex?”

She looked pretty panicked. “Amy, Kristen, and I make love, that’s true. But we haven’t had intercourse.”

“Will you want to have sex with me?” she asked quite seriously.

“Daddy has me, Amy. I just learned how to use my mouth to make love to Daddy today, but he’s gonna let me do everything soon, so you never have to have sex with Daddy if you don’t want to.” Kristen said in a comforting tone.

Amy looked directly at Kristen. “But, you’re only a little girl.”

Kristen bristled. “So are you! I’m old enough! I’m almost twelve! I bet you’re not even a teenager yet.”

Now Amy bristled. “I’m almost fourteen!”

“Girls, girls! Let’s not get into any contests here. Amy, as Kristen’s father, it’s my responsibility to teach her everything she’ll need to know when she’s ready to take on a husband. That includes sexual things. But, it’s not so much about sex with us but more about showing our love for each other.”

Amy studied my expression. “My Momma taught me about sex and said not to let boys do that to me before we were married. She said I could get pregnant.”

“She’s right, Amy.” I agreed.

“I can’t get pregnant yet, but I got a lot of birth control pills when Daddy took me to a store on our way to the boat! You can use them if you want.” Kristen offered. Apparently, she had gotten over being called a little girl.

“Thank you, Kristen,” Amy replied.

“Amy, do you think you can stand up if I help you? I can take you into the cabin where you can rest.” I asked.

“If you help, maybe.” She said.

I got into a hunkered-down position so that I could wrap an arm around Amy’s back, and she draped her arm over my shoulder. I held her back and her arm over my shoulder as I slowly stood up. Amy was a little wobbly, but she managed to stand while I supported her.

Kristen stayed close while I slowly helped Amy over the netting and onto the center hull. At the hatch, I had Amy hold onto the casing while I got right in front of her. “OK, Amy, this is a little tricky. Hold onto my shoulders. I’ll just be one step below you, and I’ll hold your sides to steady you. One step at a time, Honey.”

Amy looked both determined and apprehensive. “OK, Joe.”

“Daddy’s strong. He’ll catch you if you start to fall.” Kristen said from behind Amy.

I got on the step right below Amy’s, and we were almost eye to eye, with me still being a bit higher than her. Amy pressed her lips together, put her hands on my shoulders, and then, as I held her sides, took her first step down. I had my feet spread wide, and Amy basically slid down my front, her small, soft breasts pressing me as she got both feet on the step. I went down one step, and we repeated the procedure.

By the time I got Amy to the deck of the cabin, she was more shaky but seemed more relaxed as well. Instead of having her walk to the bed, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her. Amy kept her arm around my neck until I had her laid down. “Thank you, Joe. You’re very kind.”

“I would hope that if Kristen were in the same situation, a good father would help her too, Amy.”

Amy looked from me to Kristen and back. “I think you love your daughter very much.”

“With all my heart! Now, you just rest.” I smiled.

“I’ll be here too. You can sleep, or we can talk, or if you feel strong enough in a bit, I can help you take a shower.” Kristen said eagerly as I headed for the cockpit. It sounded to me like Kristen wanted a female friend.

By the time I got to the cockpit, I could just hear the sound of the girls talking. I checked that the pump for the jets was off and then went topside. The raft was against the starboard hull, and I crossed the net. At first, I was just going to drag the raft aboard, but I could see that it was starting to leak air. I didn’t have a way to repair it, so I untied it and let it drift.

After that, I went back to the cockpit. Kristen was sitting on the bed, very close to where Amy was lying. Things looked friendly enough, and Kristen shot me a big smile before I turned my attention to the boat’s controls.

After getting us underway and back on course, I decided that the girls needed to get to know each other. Kristen did need a female friend, and Amy didn’t need some naked dude hovering over her. I went on deck and then made my way aft.
In one of the deck lockers, I had a simple trolling rig. It consisted of one hundred feet of three-eighths polyline with twenty feet of stainless steel leader attached to the end. I got that out, as well as a medium-sized trolling lure and rubber shock cord. I made a two-foot-long sag in the line and attached the shock cord to each end of that so that if a fish took the lure, the shock cord would absorb the force and prevent the hook from tearing out the fish’s jaw. Next, I lashed the tag end of the line to a deck cleat and slowly let the lure and line out until it was trailing well behind our boat.

In another locker, I had some folding aluminum deck chairs. I got one of those out and sat down. I now had another girl to take care of. She hadn’t come to me the way Kristen had, and the two of us hadn’t really talked. Amy had a slight Latin accent, but her English seemed pretty good. She didn’t seem too intimidated either and had readily discarded what had passed as clothing. Her explanation that her family had practiced nudity in their house helped make sense of that.

The elephant in the room, so to speak, was the highly sexual relationship that Kristen and I shared. Amy had been shocked when Kristen had blurted out that she and I make love. That certainly wasn’t surprising. The vast majority of people would consider it to be morally wrong. However, Amy was going to actually see Kristen and me making love.

I pondered the situation until the sun began to set. Not having come up with any ideas on how to make it easier for Amy to accept, I decided to just play it by ear. I pulled in the trolling line and neatly coiled it on the deck after taking off the lure so nobody would step on the hook.

After another look around and not seeing any other vessels, I decided to get the boat ready for the night. I went down the ladder and saw Amy and Kristen both in the shower. I smiled at them as I started to pull the heavy blackout curtains over the cabin windows. As I got closer to the shower, Amy opened the door.

“Joe, can I use that razor? My pussy whiskers won’t feel very good if you kiss me there.” Amy asked.

Several things caught my attention very quickly. One, she had called her pubic hair pussy whiskers, and two, she had pretty casually referenced me kissing her pussy.

It took me a few seconds to recover. “Of course, you can use the razor to shave your pubic hair, Amy. But why would you think I would be kissing you?” I asked.

“I told her how much you like kissing and licking me there, Daddy,” Kristen replied while Amy simply studied me.

I sighed. “Kristen, I kiss and lick you like that because you’re my daughter, and I love you, Honey.”

“You’re going to love Amy too, Daddy. Maybe not right now, but you will. She’s gonna be my big sister.” Kristen replied as if it were a fact.

I looked at Amy’s open expression. “I’m sorry, Amy. But you never, ever, need to worry that I’ll make sexual advances toward you.”

“Kristen told me how you met and how good you are to her, Joe. You really have been a father to her. I’m not much older, just a year. I know it’s too soon, but if you start loving me, maybe I can be a daughter, too?”

I was a little confused, but I answered as best I could. “It sort of needs to be the other way around, Amy. If you trust me and then start feeling like you love me, then perhaps we can discuss that sort of thing. Right now, you don’t know me at all.”

“I was gonna die, Joe. Kristen told me how it was you who heard me calling for help. I even stopped making love so you could come rescue me. You haven’t even acted like having me here will make things harder for you, but it will. I’m another mouth to feed, but you don’t even care about that. All you’ve cared about is making sure I’m safe.” Amy said with wide eyes.

I stepped up to the girl and caressed her cheek. “Amy, you were in trouble and needed help. Now, well, you’re here and safe. No real man would do differently.”

Amy smiled and said, “That’s what a father should say. Um, is it OK if I at least call you Daddy like Kristen does?”

Trying to give Amy a true idea of what I would be like if she did want me to adopt her, I reached out with my right hand and gently fondled her small left breast. “Amy, a good father, touches his daughter this way to show his love for her.”

Amy pressed her palm over my hand, holding it to her breast. “That’s what Kristen said you would say, Jo..um, Daddy.”

“We talked a lot, Daddy! Me and Amy talked all about how you feel that being a father means you make love to your daughter. We were making love when you heard Amy. It’s the safest and most loved feeling I ever remember having.” Kristen put in.

“And you saved me, and I do feel safe, Daddy. Kristen is so happy with you! I’m not actually in love with you yet, but I bet it happens really fast.” Amy added.

I slid my thumb over Amy’s pert little nipple. “Let’s see how things work out, Honey. Yes, if you want to, you can call me Daddy like Kristen does.”

Amy smiled sweetly. “I still want to shave, just in case.”

Suddenly feeling a bit silly at the very quick turn of events, I hunkered down and plastered my lips on Amy’s stubble-covered vulva. She gasped but spread her legs for me. I only licked her a little before standing back up and giving her lips a soft kiss. “Your stubble isn’t too bad, but shaving is probably a good idea.

Kristen was grinning. “See, I told you Daddy knows all about girls.”

“Not everything, Honey. Now, I need to get the boat ready for the night. Amy, welcome to the Naked Explorer.”

Amy just looked at me in awe as I resumed covering the cabin windows. When I finished, I looked back and saw that Kristen was watching Amy shave while they chatted. Both young ladies looked pretty relaxed, and I felt good that Amy had recovered some of her strength.

I shut down the autopilot and furled the sail before going to the stern to toss out our large sea anchor. It’s basically an umbrella-shaped drag that resists being pulled through the water. It doesn’t stop our drifting but slows it down significantly.

I went back into the cabin and saw my daughters already working together to cook our supper. After watching the two nude beauties for several seconds, I went back on deck with the binoculars to scan the ocean for any sign of trouble. The radar hadn’t shown anything, but it had also failed to pick up the raft Amy had been in.

“Supper, Daddy!” Kristen called from the hatch.

I went to the ladder. Kristen was standing halfway up and almost immediately leaned in to slurp the head of my mostly hard cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked while fondling my balls for several seconds before letting me keep coming down. When I got to the deck, I picked Kristen up, cupping the cheeks of her bottom so I could give her a passionate kiss.
When I set Kristen back on her feet, I noticed Amy watching us from where she sat on the bench behind the table. “Go sit, Daddy. The stew is already at your place between Amy and me.” Kristen grinned.

I slid in beside Amy, and then Kristen slid in beside me. It felt perfect to be sitting between both of them, and my mind already placed Amy as my daughter. “This smells delicious, girls. I don’t remember the stew mix being this good.”

“Oh, you have all the spices and flavorings! Kristen and I just used those.” Amy said as she watched Kristen take hold of my cock with her right hand and use her left for eating.

I wasn’t about to make Kristen moderate her touching or kissing. Amy needed to come to a complete understanding of how Kristen and I interacted. So, when Kristen finished her stew and then slid her bottom away so she could lean over my lap and begin sucking the head of my cock, I just closed my eyes in ecstasy and caressed my eleven-year-old, soon-to-be twelve years old daughter.

Amy scooted closer. I felt her little breast on my side. Kristen was pouring her love for me into her sucking and licking, so it was just a couple of minutes before I was having an orgasm.

“Daddy, are you OK?” Amy asked in alarm.

“Orgasm” was all I could manage.

Kristen sucked, licked and swallowed placidly. I was panting by the time my orgasm subsided. I let Kristen keep suckling for a few more seconds before lifting her so that I could passionately kiss her cum flavored lips.

“It’s so much smaller and lying down now,” Amy observed.

“That happens when Daddy lets me have his semen,” Kristen informed Amy.

“Does it really taste good?” Amy asked.

I took hold of my cock and managed to squeeze a drop of leftover cum to the tip. “There’s just a drop there, Amy, but if you want to try it, you can.”

I had thought she might wipe it up with her finger, but instead, Amy leaned over and slid the head of my cock into her warm mouth and licked the cum off of me. I caressed her long black hair for the two or three seconds that she spent leaning over me. I kept my arm around her soft shoulders when Amy straightened up.

Looking at Kristen, she said. “I don’t think that was enough to get a good taste. It was OK, though.”

“She can have a lot more if she wants it, can’t she Daddy?” Kristen asked, looking full of hope.

I looked at Amy. “Honey, to get more would mean doing what you saw Kristen do. She makes love to me using her mouth to make me feel so good by sucking and licking my penis. When my orgasm happens, the love I feel for Kristen pours out of me as semen, which I know she loves to swallow.”

Amy smiled. “You are so good to her. I always thought that the only way girls our age had sex was because someone made them do it. But Kristen told me that you never ask her to do these things; you just allow her to do it. I really do hope you allow me to do it too.”

I studied the thirteen-year-old carefully. She didn’t show any sign that she had been teasing me or using deception. She had just asked me to let her suck me. “Amy, we just met a few hours ago.”

I felt Kristen fondling my crotch but paid little attention to my daughter as Amy gave me another rather worshipful look. “I know, Daddy, but Kristen fell in love with you even faster. She told me all about how you took her in and fought for her. She told me about all the times she offered to have sex with you. Not just sucking you but real sex where you would let her put it in her pussy. That hasn’t happened yet, but it will because you became her father, and you believe that fathers are supposed to be that way with their daughters, and I think I agree with that.

“You already kissed my pussy. I know you were teasing me about shaving it, but that’s how you love Kristen because she’s your daughter. You let me call you Daddy because you hope I’ll be your daughter too.”

“Fathers and daughters should never have any limits to how they touch and kiss each other, Amy. No limits at all.” I said seriously while fondling Amy’s small breast with my hand over her shoulder. With my other hand, I was still caressing Kristen.

“Maybe if you let me touch and kiss you like Kristen does, you’ll make me your daughter?” Amy asked.

I looked at Kristen, and she leaned right in to kiss my lips. I gladly returned her kiss. “We would be sisters, Daddy.”

“Kristen already gave me some birth control pills, and I took one. It says it takes seven days before it’s really safe, but my period just got finished the day those men attacked our boat, so I’m still safe, Daddy.” Amy told me as if she was trying to talk me into having intercourse with her.

I had to reign in my own strong urge to start making love to the girl right there. I recognized the growing affection I could feel in my heart. When Kristen pulled Amy’s hand to my crotch, and Amy wrapped her fingers around the shaft, I made no move to stop her. Instead, I leaned in and kissed her softly while gently teasing her little hard nipple with my finger, encouraging her behavior.

“Do you already feel like you want me to be your father, Amy?” I asked after the kiss.

Amy thought over her words as she spoke slowly. “I’m thirteen. I tried to act like a grown woman, but I know I’m not. Really, I’m more of a little girl than Kristen is! After Papa and Momma died and I found some of my friends that let me go with them on the boat, I was always so scared. There were only two boys in the boat and six girls. I was still scared all the time. I was scared that the boys might force me to have sex, and I was scared that they wouldn’t like me enough to keep taking care of me. I cried so much because I didn’t have my father.

“When you rescued me, for just a second, I saw my father. It was you, of course. But I still felt the kind of safety I would have felt if my own father had been rescuing me. Joe, you’re a grown-up man. You act like a father! I need a father so much!”

Amy’s lower lip was trembling, and I knew she was holding back tears. My heart broke for her. I pulled Amy to me and kissed her again. I felt her soft grip on my cock tighten a little as she returned my kiss. I felt love for her building in me.

After breaking the kiss, I looked at Kristen. “Honey, as far as I’m concerned, Amy is your sister. But that means I’ll be doing all of the same things with her that I’ve been doing with you, Honey. You’ll need to fight against feeling jealous.”

Kristen quickly planted her lips on mine. She kissed me passionately, her hand roaming my chest. “Thank you, Daddy! You’re my big sister, Amy!” Kristen cheered after breaking the kiss.

When I turned back to Amy, she planted her own kiss on my lips. “Thank you, Daddy.” She said seriously but then smiled shyly. “I like holding your dick. I’ve never held one before, not like this anyway. Papa never let me touch his very much.”

“It feels really good, huh, Amy?” Kristen asked enthusiastically.

“Uhuh!” Amy replied.

I relaxed. Amy is now my daughter and Kristen’s new sister. The matter is no longer in question at all. Now, my mind raced to the fact that the three of us would be sharing a bed for the night. My cock grew in Amy’s hand in anticipation of making love to both of my daughters.

However, I needed to make sure we would be safe during the night. There was no possible way that any of us could stand watch. Kristen and I had been awake since midnight and much of that time fighting to stay alive. Amy had suffered from dehydration and was surely weakened by it.

“Ladies, I need to finish getting things ready for the night,” I told them softly.

“We’ll clean up the kitchen, Daddy!” Kristen offered happily.

I kissed Kristen while fondling her small chest and then, as Kristen slid out from the bench seat, Kissed Amy just as lovingly while she gripped my cock and I caressed her small breasts.

When I began sliding out from behind the table, I gave both of Amy’s erect little nipples a short kiss and suckle. She caressed my head and was smiling when I left her.

As the girls started cleaning things up, I went to the cockpit and studied the navigation display for radar contacts. I still didn’t see any returns. Next, I set up the collision avoidance feature. It was a highly customizable thing, and I set an alarm range of ten miles to include any radar contact within that radius. Finally, I adjusted the alarm. I set the volume to maximum and selected the most irritating alarm tone the system had. I knew that when we finally fell asleep, that all three of us would be dead to the world, and I wanted to make sure I would get woken up quickly if any vessels were in the vicinity.

Resisting the urge to just go have my way fondling and kissing my daughters, I went up the ladder to the deck. The sun had set, and darkness prevailed all around. With no light pollution, the sky looked filled with far-off stars and galaxies. I took a deep, satisfied breath.

I spent most of an hour checking over the boat and scanning the ocean for possible threats before I was satisfied that we were as prepared as possible for the night. Having daughters to protect is a heavy responsibility that I take very seriously.

When I got back down the ladder, I saw both girls lying on the bed facing each other. They had been chatting but looked up at me with smiles. My cock twitched as I gazed at their nude forms. Both of them had what I considered to be perfect bodies. Yes, Kristen had very small, just budding little breasts with tiny, pointed nipples, but she was a stunning beauty in my mind. Amy was a year older, and her small “A” cup breasts were perfect little mounds that fit her narrow chest. Her small pencil eraser-sized nipples and little areola looked absolutely delicious.

Both of my daughters had smooth, hairless vulvas that completely enclosed their labia and little clits. The desire to kiss and lick both of them was almost too much to resist. However, I managed. As the girls watched me, I went to the light switches and turned off the normal white light before turning on the red light. The red light couldn’t be seen from outside but would provide enough illumination for us to see in the cabin.

None of us spoke as I got onto the bed between Kristen and Amy. After laying down, I gathered Kristen into my arms and started a passionate, deep kiss. Kristen melted against me. Our hands roamed each other’s bare bodies freely. Kristen fondled my cock, balls, and chest while I fondled her chest, bottom, and smooth eleven-year-old pussy.

“I love you so much, Honey,” I told Kristen when we came up for air.

“I love you more, Daddy,” she smiled and let go of me when I turned toward Amy on my other side.

Amy was quick to settle into my embrace. My hard cock rubbed her thighs, smearing precum on her. I started our kiss gently while softly caressing as much of Amy’s bare body as I could. Amy deepened our kiss when I began fondling her little bottom and smoothly shaved vulva at the same time.

“This is how a father should treat his daughter, Amy,” I told her while caressing her cheek after our kiss.

Amy slid her hand over my balls. “It’s so loving, Daddy. I was sort of afraid of letting a boy or man do all of this, but when you do it, I know it’s perfect.”

I moved enough to bend and take one of Amy’s tiny nipples into my mouth. She held my head while I licked and suckled. I moved to her other nipple and did the same before kissing my way up to her lips. After a short kiss, I laid flat so that I could put my arms around both of my daughters and pull them onto my chest.

We traded kisses while caressing each other. The girls had the most freedom of movement and took full advantage of it. I delved my hands into their long, soft hair, seeking bare skin. On my left, I felt Amy’s small breasts pressing my chest. On my right, Kristen’s budding little breast also pressed me, and her stiff little nipples felt perfect.

As if they had both planned it. My daughters began kissing their way down my body while turning. Soon, each of them had their faces near my crotch and their own bald crotches below my face. Kristen slid her lips over the head of my cock while Amy held the shaft.

I bent toward Kristen’s crotch, and she spread her thighs so that I could kiss and lick her. The taste and feel of my eleven-year-old daughter’s pussy almost made me cum. It wasn’t long before I felt Kristen slide her lips off of my cock and felt Amy slide her lips over it. My new thirteen-year-old daughter was sucking and licking me for the first time.

I gave Kristen’s little bald pussy a kiss before turning toward Amy. She had one knee up to make sure her crotch was open to me. I felt her suck in a breath around my cock when I began licking into her wet labia. She used her tongue on the head of my cock, much the same as Kristen.

Amy kept sucking and licking me, and I kept licking her pussy, trying to make her feel as good as possible without bringing her to orgasm. Kristen caressed most of my body while planting little kisses near the base of my cock and on my balls while Amy kept sucking me.

When Amy’s hand moved up and down my cock just once, my orgasm gently washed over me. I plastered my lips onto Amy’s vulva while pushing my tongue deeper into her tight vagina. Amy just kept sucking and licking as stream after stream of my cum filled her mouth.

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