The killing and rebuilding of mankind part six

Joe and his daughters form an alliance with a yacht named Tribal Research.

On the starboard hull, sitting behind one of the deck lockers, I used the binoculars to scan the horizon to the north. It took a while, but the smaller boat came into view. They were a little west of directly north. I watched as the boat altered course to come directly toward us. They were about three miles out and closing.

The boat looked to be an older model Boston Whaler with twin outboards. I counted six people aboard, including the pilot at the console. It looked like five of them were armed with rifles or shotguns. As the distance closed, I got ready. I had my elbows propped on the top of the deck locker and my rifle against my shoulder.

Getting a good, steady shot was impossible, but I kept my crosshairs as steady as possible on the center mass of the pilot. When the Whaler was at about one hundred yards, I began squeezing off shots, one after the other. I had spent half a magazine before the pilot slumped forward. The outboard motors revved to high RPM, and the boat veered to the left. Another of the people aboard scrambled to pull the pilot out of the seat and take the controls. This one pulled back on the throttle and corrected their course.

I put my crosshairs on the new pilot as best I could and finished off the magazine just as the other people in the boat began returning fire. Their shots were pretty wild Since the smaller, faster boat pitched and rolled a lot. My own were little better. I had to change out my magazine and fired off another eight rounds before the new pilot fell sideways out of the seat.

The boat slowed and then stopped as another of the people pulled the throttle back. It was a huge mistake on their part. Now, the Whaler was just riding the swells, and the pitch and roll of our boat wasn’t terrible. Rounds hit the hull of our boat as I put more care into lining up my shot. I squeezed the trigger, and a man in the bow tumbled overboard. Three down, three to go.

Through my scope, I could see that an argument was going on between the men in the boat, and I lined up another shot, taking out one more. One of the remaining two men stayed as low as he could and got into the seat behind the wheel. He kept his body below the console, but fiberglass isn’t much of an obstacle for a .223 round. I fired off four more rounds before that man slumped. The remaining man dragged the dead man from the seat and stayed even lower as he tried to fumble with the wheel and throttle. After realizing his predicament, the last man threw up his hands in surrender. He stood up, and I blew a hole in his chest. Nobody attacks my daughters.

My heart rate slowly calmed now that the immediate danger had passed. I scanned a full three hundred sixty degrees around our boat before heading back into the cockpit. The girls were exactly where I had left them and gave me frightened looks.

“Just stay there, girls,” I said as calmly as I could.

“Is it over, Daddy?” Amy’s voice quivered.

“I’m not sure yet, Honey. You girls just stay where you are for now.” I replied.
Going to the navigation display, I marked the radar returns again. The smallest vessel was the Whaler, which now had only dead men aboard and was close to us. The much larger vessel had turned back on its original track and was moving northeast at a faster speed than before. The other vessel looked as if it was DIW (Dead In the Water) and still more than ten miles out.

Our current course, if nothing changed, would have us passing within a mile of the DIW vessel, so I made a slight adjustment to our waypoint. We would pass by that vessel at about five miles. That would be too far for a line of sight but close enough to get a more detailed picture with the radar system.

I kept watch ahead of us and monitored the radar returns on the navigation display. Our boat was running at about eleven knots, so it would take about five minutes to cover each mile of distance. The radar system started showing smaller targets near the DIW vessel the closer we got to it. I counted four smaller vessels quite close to the DIW vessel.

I walked up the ladder and onto the deck to scan northwest. I could see a bit of black smoke wafting up from the horizon. As I watched, what I first thought was a large bird soared in our direction. I kept my attention on the horizon until a slight sound reached my ears, and I looked up again.

It wasn’t a bird. I put my binoculars on the object and saw that it was a drone of some sort. It certainly wasn’t one of the cheap toys kids flew for fun. This one had the look of a serious observation platform. It closed the distance quickly. I watched as it circled our boat and then hovered over the aft deck. When it began lowering, I broke into a run around the cabin to get aft.

Just as I was raising my rifle, the drone lifted quickly and zoomed away back to the north. I scanned the deck and saw something wrapped in white paper lying on the deck. I didn’t know what it was. It could be anything, including some sort of explosive. I wanted to rush over to it and kick it overboard, but such a rash action could set off a bomb if that’s what it was.

Instead, I crept toward it and soon saw that the paper had dark, thick-lined writing. I approached slowly until I could make out a couple of words on the paper. “Encrypted Radio – please read.”

The writing looked to have been done using a felt-tipped pen. I got to the package and saw the short “rubber duck” antenna. A large rubber band secured the paper to the unit. I took off the rubber band and read the writing on the inside portion of the piece of paper.

“Naked Explorer, It appears that you survived the pirate attack. Otherwise, this radio would not have been left on your boat. The drone is remotely operated by us and we use it extensively to surveil our surroundings. We are ‘Tribal Research’. Should you wish to communicate, simply power up the radio and use the PTT switch. The radio is encrypted using the AES256 standard. No one else will understand our transmissions.”

I picked up the handheld radio and found the dial on top to turn on the power and adjust the volume. I turned it and heard a slight bit of static, then silence. Raising the radio to my mouth, I pressed the Push to Talk (PTT) button. “Tribal research, Naked Explorer,” I said.

Just a couple of seconds went by before the radio speaker sounded. “Explorer, Research. It’s good to see that you prevailed.” A female-sounding voice came over.

“Research, what is your vessel and your location?” I responded while looking all around.

“If your radar is still operating, and we think it is, we are now north of your current position and dead in the water.” The female came back.

“Copy. There are more vessels within a couple hundred yards of each other. I see black smoke to our north.” I told her.

“Copy. The larger vessel is ours. Smaller vessels were pirates from the container ship now making speed on a northeasterly course. Black smoke is from us setting three of the pirate boats afire. We’re still offloading weapons from pirate boat number four. We will similarly set it ablaze. Are your daughters OK? Have you taken any injuries?” She asked, and I thought I detected a bit of worry in her otherwise professional tone.

“All aboard are healthy. No injuries. Our boat may need patching above the waterline. I have not done a full assessment.” I responded.

“Copy. We took fire as well and also have repairs to attend to. One of our fuel tanks may have been compromised.” She replied.

“Research, why have you reached out to us?” I asked.

“It is our habit to observe all vessels that come within range of our radar using the drone that delivered the radio to you. It is equipped with a very capable imaging system. You appeared on our radar yesterday, and we observed you and your daughters from approximately a mile to your north and one thousand feet altitude today.

“We were already under attack when we saw on our radar that the mothership, the container vessel, had launched an attack boat toward you. We were highly concerned, but it wasn’t until we had defeated the pirates attacking us that we were able to attempt contact. From our observations, it looks like only you and your two daughters are aboard your boat, and the pirates are ruthless and well-armed. We were concerned.” She told me.

“Thank you for your concern,” I replied as I thought about all of the sexual activity I had engaged in with my daughters right out on deck earlier in the day. Other than a lot of oral sex, I had also very eagerly kissed and fondled my daughters quite a lot.

“Explorer, it could be beneficial for us to remain within sight of each other.” She offered.

“We are headed west near the equator, Research. I was under the impression that you were heading east.” I responded.

“We have no destination. We are simply remaining at sea while those left alive on land fight for survival. We feel that if we maintain proximity to each other, we may be able to provide mutual aid if needed. This latest attack was the worst so far, and we fear that more attacks could occur with greater intensity.

“Our boat is a high-value target. Now that you have taken out one of the pirate vessels and apparently all the men aboard it, you have become a target of revenge. You are as much of a target for the pirates as we are.” She said.

“I need time to consider our options,” I told her.

“Of course. There is always someone here monitoring the radio and radar. The radios are line of sight, though, so please keep in mind that your range will be limited by the height of our antenna and the curvature of the earth. Should you need to charge the battery of the radio, there is a USB C connection under a cover on the side of the radio.” She informed me.

“I’ll contact you shortly. Naked Explorer out.” I said and then turned off the radio.

“Who were you talking to, Daddy?” Amy asked worriedly when I went back into the cabin.

I slid onto the bench seat behind the table. My daughters both slid in to sandwich me between them. They were still frightened, which was more than reasonable. I put my arms around their small shoulders and held them close. I had set the encrypted radio on the table, and both girls stared at it.

“I’m not really sure, girls. Apparently, there was another boat that got attacked like we were, but they managed to fight the attackers off. They have a drone and used it to deliver that radio. I spoke to someone who sounded female.
Um, girls, they used the drone to watch us before those other people started attacking them and us.” I finished while studying their expressions.

Kristen didn’t seem at all concerned, but Amy’s eyes got a bit wide. “You mean while you were teaching us about the boat and doing all of that lovemaking with you?”

I nodded. “I have to assume they saw at least some of it.”

“Oh, what did they say about that, Daddy?” Amy asked while Kristen just listened.

“They actually didn’t mention it. What they did say is that they want to stay close to us while we keep sailing,” I replied.

“How close?” Kristen finally spoke up.

“Within sight, at least,” I told them.

“Do you think it’s safe?” Amy asked.

“That, I don’t really know either, but I get the impression that it could be. I wanted to ask both of you how you feel about it before I give them an answer.” I said after kissing their foreheads.

“Daddy, you have to decide that. We haven’t even talked to them.” Amy observed.

“OK. Let’s talk to them as a family a little. We’ll set up the autopilot to keep us close enough that the radio will still work, and then we can all three use the radio.” Kristen slid out from the table, and I followed while Amy slid out from the other end and joined us.

“That’s their boat, or ship, there.” I pointed out the radar return to my daughters. “And those smaller ones are apparently the boats the other people used to attack them. There were four earlier, but I only see three now.”The group of vessels was almost ten miles from us to the northeast by now.

I spent a good half hour teaching the girls how to use the navigation touch screen to set up waypoints for the autopilot, making sure they both got to perform that task. We set up a circular path that would keep us about five miles south of the Tribal Research as long as that boat didn’t get underway. The autopilot would need to tack on parts of our course due to sailing into the wind.

We went on deck and sat together near the bow. I lifted the radio and pressed the PTT button. “Tribal Research, Naked Explorer,” I spoke.

We waited and waited, and I was about to try again when the same female voice came over the speaker. “Explorer, Research.”

“Research, my girls need to know more before we make our decision,” I responded.

“That is a smart decision. May I speak with them?” She asked.

“Roger, Research. This is my eldest.” I said before holding the radio up to Amy while keeping the PTT button depressed.

“Um, Hi. I’m Amy, Daddy’s second daughter.” Amy spoke.

I kept the PTT button depressed and moved the radio to Kristen. “I’m Kristen, Daddy’s first daughter.”

I brought the radio back to myself and said, “My name is Joe or Joseph.”

“It’s good to have names. I’m Ashley, our father’s oldest daughter. I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to the radio. I was helping stow some gear and setting the last pirate boat on fire.

“I see on radar that you have set up a sort of holding pattern to our south?” Ashley asked.

“Correct, Ashley. I think my girls would like to know more about you and your crew.” I spoke.

“We are much like your family, Joe. Our father is a doctor of anthropology and has made it his life’s work to study indigenous tribes in this part of the world. Our boat is his home and research station. As for the crew, we are all family members. Our father, myself, three sisters, and two brothers. Our ages range from twelve to 50.” Ashley stated.

“What did she see when they took pictures, Daddy?” Amy asked.

I pressed the PTT button. “My daughters are curious about what you managed to see with your drone earlier, before the attacks.”

“Nothing disturbing. A man with two young females we assume are his daughters. All very normal, according to our research into indigenous tribes. To us, all of us, it appears that you are a very loving and affectionate family.” Ashley responded in a light tone.

Well, they did see us making love, girls. She didn’t come right out and say it, but that’s what she meant. However, it doesn’t seem to be upsetting to them. Is there anything else you want to know?” I asked.

“Are they like us?” Kristen asked, then clarified, “You know, the way you tell us all good families are supposed to be?”

I gave my youngest a hug and chuckled. “I don’t think it’s polite to just come right out and ask that, Honey. But I kind of wonder the same thing. What do you think of maybe talking to them face-to-face?” I asked since I had a good feeling about these new people.

“OK. That would be good.” Amy said thoughtfully.

“If it’s safe,” Kristen added.

“Research, Explorer. What are the chances of meeting?” I asked over the radio.

“Explorer, we are currently still dead in the water. If you continue on your previous course, we will lose radar contact quickly. If your boat is capable of it, and you feel confident of the safety of doing so, you may approach and tie off to our stern. The three of you may come aboard.” Ashley stated after a minute’s pause.

“My girls are concerned about safety,” I replied.

“Of course. Bring your firearms. We would expect nothing less.” Ashley replied back.

“Will we need clothing?” I asked when both girls gave me a look.

“Clothing is optional on the Tribal Research, Joe. We are all currently clothed due to dealing with the attack but may or may not all be clothed by the time you arrive.” Ashley responded, sounding confident and a little friendlier.

“Copy. We’ll change course and should reach your position in an hour or so.” I replied.

I took the girls back into the cockpit and presented another lesson to them. “OK, the Tribal Research is here,” I marked the radar return with my grease pencil. “Of course, we’re right here in the center of the display. Kristen, how would you tell the autopilot to go to the Tribal Research?” I asked.

“I would just make another waypoint close to it, Daddy.” She answered with confidence.

I smirked. “Oh? What is going to happen when we get to that waypoint?”

Both girls looked stumped until Amy asked, “Will it turn to go back to one of these other waypoints?”

I reached over and gave her bare little bottom a gentle caress. “Ah. So how do we keep that from happening?”

Kristen was just about hopping up and down in excitement. I smiled at her while also caressing her soft little bottom. “We gotta get rid of these other waypoints and change the whole thing from going in circles to just a straight line!”

“Now you get it. Girls, make those changes, and let’s go see the Tribal Research!” I told them while indulging my lust by fondling their bottoms and damp crotches.

The girls soon caught on to my fondling, and as soon as they had corrected the navigation and reengaged the autopilot, damned near attacked me. I ended up on my back in the cockpit with both of my daughters making very determined efforts to bring me to orgasm multiple times.

Of course, I had no objections whatsoever. While one would be stroking, sucking, and licking me with purpose, I would have hauled the other over to straddle my face so I could indulge my need to taste her. In the fifty minutes that we very eagerly indulged in oral sex, my young daughters brought me to orgasm three times.

Kristen and Amy were both suppressing giggles as I took the boat off of autopilot so that I could use the maneuvering jets to ease up to the fold-down swim platform at the stern of the yacht called Tribal Research. A good distance from the yacht, three fiberglass boats were burning. Along the rail of the main deck, I could see a male and two females watching the boats burn. They had a good fire hose laid out nearby and charged. The male was shirtless, while the three females were in bikini tops and loose shorts.

To my eyes, the yacht qualified as a super yacht. It was at least one hundred feet long and had three decks above the waterline. The main deck was a good three feet above the decks of our boat. As we approached from the stern, I estimated the yacht’s width at thirty feet.

A small woman with long brown hair centered on the stern of the main deck. She was dressed in a very loose T-shirt and loose shorts. She was barefoot as well. On the yacht’s port side on the main deck was another younger female only wearing a bikini bottom. She had very pretty little “A” cup breasts. On the starboard side on the main deck stood a young-looking boy totally naked. None of them were armed.

On our boat, Kristen stood near the bow of the port side hull while Amy stood near the bow of the starboard side hull. The boy and young woman threw lines to Kristen and Amy when we were within ten feet of the swim platform. My daughters quickly lashed the lines to the deck cleats while I shut down the maneuvering jets.

The boy and young woman pulled the lines tight so that our hulls were fast to the platform before lashing their portions of the line to deck cleats on the main deck. I finished shutting everything down on our boat and went up the ladder to our main deck.

“Joe! Come aboard!” I recognized the voice as Ashley’s.

Kristen and Amy were standing at the bows of their respective hulls, watching me. As I stepped from our boat to the large swim platform, my daughters did the same, and then each came to my side. Ashley smiled down at us while the young woman and the boy joined her by a short ladder that led up to the main deck. Ashley and the two young ones stood just to the side of the opening in the rail.

I went up first, and Ashley frowned at me. “You didn’t come armed?”

I stepped onto the deck and held out my hand, which Ashley took so we could shake. “I’ve got a good feeling about you, Ashley. Besides, I don’t see any weapons on you.”

“Bill, would you carry the belts?” Ashley said, then pointedly watched as the boy took a couple of steps and picked up three utility belts. On each belt was a holster with a semi-automatic handgun in it and several spare magazines. “We took those off when we saw that your daughters weren’t armed.”

“Ah, I see. Well, perhaps I was more trusting than I should be, but I think it paid off.” I replied as my daughters got on deck. Kristen went to my right side while Amy went to my left. Both of them put an arm around my lower back.

“Ashley, this is Kristen.” I put my hand on Kristen’s shoulder. “And this is Amy.” I put a hand on her shoulder, too.

Ashley smiled rather sweetly. “It’s wonderful to meet you both! This is Melanie. We call her Mel. And this is Bill, not Billy.”

I shook hands with both Melanie and Bill while Amy and Kristen shook Ashley’s hand and then Melanie’s and Bill’s. “So, how about we go to the bridge to meet Dad? He’s getting ready to start the engine and get us underway again.” Ashley suggested.

“Sounds good. You’ve got quite the yacht here.” I commented as Ashley, Melanie, and Bill turned to lead the way forward.

“Well, it’s more of a research vessel and seagoing home. It started out as a yacht, a very luxurious yacht! But Dad has a benefactor who seems to be very wealthy, and that man has loaned us the yacht on a permanent basis for our research. Now, all decks below this one are storage, fuel tanks, and water tanks. This deck is mostly lab space. The next deck up is a kind of office and living space, and of course, the top deck is the bridge.” Ashley explained as she led us to a standard ship’s ladder to the next deck.

Melanie went up the ladder first, followed by Bill and then Ashley. They waited with Bill between the women until my daughters and I were on the second deck. I noticed that Bill had a hand on a butt cheek of each woman, and each of them had a hand on his butt cheeks too. Being between my daughters, I planted my hands on the soft cheeks of their little bottoms as well.

They led us up the next ladder as well, and after going through a watertight hatch, we were on the very complex bridge of the yacht. “This must be our guests! Excuse me for not standing, orders from the girls and all.” A nude man with salt and pepper hair said with a big smile as he swiveled around in his captain’s chair.

“You’ve been shot, Dad!” Melanie grumped.

The man just kept smiling. “In and out, no bones hit. Ash patched me up.” He exclaimed while holding out his hand.

“Good to meet you. I’m Joe,” I said while shaking his outstretched hand.

“I’m Amy,” Amy said when she shook the man’s hand.

“Kristen,” Kristen introduced herself.

“And my name is David! Ash, could you watch the fuel gauge, Honey? I’m gonna start this thing.” David asked.

“Sure, Dad,” Ashley replied and went to the port side of the long console to look at the gauges there. Melanie and Bill went to stand on either side of David’s captain’s chair after he swiveled back around. I saw Melanie’s hand slip over David’s thigh.

David turned a switch and then used a keyboard to type something before he pressed a button. Far below, I heard the cranking of an engine and then it fired up, running smoothly.

“No change on the gauge, Dad,” Ashley said before returning to David.

“Good, good. Maybe that tank wasn’t breached. We’ll let the engine warm a bit before we get underway.” David turned in the captain’s chair, and I saw Melanie let go of the man’s limp cock as he turned back around to face us.

“I took some damage, too, I think. I haven’t taken the time to check it all out yet.” I said to break the silence.

“Though the pirates used decent ammunition, 7.62MM, they aren’t very well trained. The bullet that drilled my thigh was more of a fluke than the result of marksmanship. The morons just started shooting in the right general direction, hoping to cow us into surrender! Morons.” David declared.

“They didn’t count on seven people who have actually practiced enough to be pretty accurate, that’s for sure.” I agreed.

Ashley had been studying me and my daughters the entire time. “Um, Joe, you had two wives?”

I raised an eyebrow. “No wife at all. I’ve never been married.”

Now Ashley looked highly skeptical. “But you have two daughters.” She observed.

“Oh, Daddy adopted us!” Kristen blurted out happily.

“Ah, so you decided to be a single parent! I guess you must have adopted your girls as toddlers?” David asked.

“No, Daddy adopted me just yesterday,” Amy informed them.

“And he adopted me a few days ago and saved me from being raped,” Kristen added.

Ashley, David, Melanie, and Bill all stared at us open-mouthed. “I, it, it’s just, but you all look so happy and in love with each other!” David finally managed.

“We are very happy and very much in love, David. Yes, things happened quickly, but the love is real.” I told them.

“He saved you from getting raped, Kristen?” Ashly asked.

“Uhuh! I was looking for one of the good gangs so I could be a gang girl. That’s a girl who has sex with the gang, so they will protect and feed her. Anyway, one of the bad gangs found me instead. Those gangs use a girl up and then either kick her out or kill her. They made me take my clothes off and were gonna rape me, but Daddy killed all three of em and then protected me until we could escape San Diego.” Kristen told them her abbreviated story.

“Wait, didn’t we hear some chatter over the ham bands about a man and girl just about killing off a gang?” David asked, looking thoughtful.

“Yeah, we did. Joe, was that you?” Ashley asked.

“Me and Kristen, yes. Kristen is an excellent shot and extremely brave! While I had to navigate the boat until we cleared the seawall, she stayed aft and took out several gang members that were chasing us.” I told them.

“Daddy told me where to shoot. He said to keep shooting at the drivers of the boats.” Kristen added.

“Good advice! Is that how you defeated the pirates that attacked you?” Ashley asked.

I gave them a serious look. “Mostly. Without a pilot at the controls, the boat becomes a liability. So, as each of the men in the boat that came after us took over for the pilot I shot, I kept firing off shots at the new pilot. It really didn’t take too long before there was just one man left. He tried to surrender, but I didn’t want anyone who would dare to attack my girls left alive.”

“What about you, Amy? What’s your story?” Ashley asked.

“I was in a raft when I saw Daddy and Kristen. I hadn’t had any water for a couple of days.” Was all Amy shared of her story.

David was smiling. “So, Joe finds two beautiful girls in need of help, and they latch onto him and just decide that nudity and sex are immediately called for?”

“It’s not like that!” Kristen almost screamed.

David looked less amused as he said. “Mel, Honey, take over here. When the ending is up to temperature, just get us moving south but only fast enough to maintain steerage.”

“OK, Dad.” The young woman replied as Ashley and Bill helped David out of the captain’s chair.

“Why don’t we move down to the living quarters and have a nice long chat, shall we?” David suggested.

The living quarters on the yacht took up the entire second deck of the superstructure. It was a long, narrow, open space at least thirty feet long and about twenty feet wide. Huge windows lined the sides; some showed bullet holes. The front portion had a bulkhead with a big sliding glass door in the center. There was a similar setup at the aft bulkhead of the cabin.

In the forward portion was a seating area that had two large couches, four reclining armchairs, and low tables scattered about. On the starboard side was a complete entertainment center with a big television, a complex sound system, and several gaming systems. Currently, the young man and both of the two young women I had seen watching the pirates’ boats burn were sitting together on a couch, playing some sort of war game. When we came in, they paused their game to stand up, facing us.

All three were nude. The young man had an erection. The two young females looked like teens but young teens. The young man had slightly longish dark brown hair, while the two females on either side of him both had very long dark brown hair. None of them had any pubic hair. Both young females had very pretty “A” cup-sized breasts, just like Ashley’s and Melanie’s. The young man looked to be my height, five foot six or so, while the two young ladies were possibly five feet tall, maybe a bit less.

“Good, we’re all together.” David sighed as Ashley and Bill set him in the center of one of the couches.

“Have a seat, Joe. Rodger, Jo, Jen, come meet Joe, Amy, and Kristen.” Ashley instructed as she waved me and my girls to a couch facing the one David was on.

I sat down. Rodger, Jo, and Jen came up to us. Rodger held his hand out to shake. “Good to meet you, Joe.” He said as we shook. Rodger then moved over to Amy.

“I’m Joanne, but everybody calls me Jo,” the young woman said with a smile as she shook my hand. Rodger had moved on to Kristen, and Joanne, or Jo, moved over to Amy.

“Jenny, but call me Jen,” the youngest-looking young woman introduced herself.

The three then joined David, Ashley, and Bill on the couch. David had a teasing expression as he looked over at Rodger. “War games aren’t supposed to be so arousing, Son.”

Rodger just grinned. “Jo and Jen think they can distract me enough so they can win! It never works.” He caressed Joanne’s hair as she leaned over and gave the head of his cock a kiss.

David turned his attention back to us. “As you can see, intimate activity among us isn’t unusual. So, when we saw the sexual activity between you and your, um, daughters, David air quoted the word daughters, it only made us a little more curious. However, after hearing the three of you explain how recently you met, I am a little concerned.

“Girls, what is it that made you both want to be sexual with Joe? It was quite obvious from what we saw that much of what you were doing was your own decision at the time. But it’s highly unusual for that to just naturally occur.”

I sat back to let my girls have their say. Kristen was sitting tight to my side on my right, while Amy sat just as tight to my other side. I had my arms over their shoulders, and both girls had their hands resting on my thighs.

“I told you I planned to be a gang girl and trade sex for food and being protected. Lots of girls do that in San Diego. I wanted to find one of the good gangs to do that! But, like I told you, one of the really bad ones caught me, and Daddy killed those guys before they could rape me.” Kristen stated.

“So, you were already determined that sex would be how you survived? How old are you, Kristen?” Ashley asked.

“Twelve. Well, almost twelve, anyway. And, yeah, why not have sex if I get food and protected? Anyway, after Daddy rescued me, I was so scared! I was afraid he would just leave me, so I kept telling Daddy that he should have sex with me, but he kept saying no! He told me that I never had to trade sex for anything. I was still afraid that he would leave me, but he never did! He helped me find clothes and birth control pills and, um, other things girls need. Well, I don’t need it yet, but I will!

“Daddy told me about his boat, and he tried to talk me out of wanting to come with him! That’s when he told me he was gonna stay naked the whole time after we got to his boat. I didn’t care! I like being naked.

“When we got on his boat, Daddy gave me a gun and made sure I had a good place to hide while we left the marina. He told me I might have to shoot people, and I did have to! The gang tried to stop us! I was so scared! When it was over, Daddy let me get in his lap, and he just held me while I cried. After that, he let me take a shower and look around and everything.

“So, Daddy just did so much to help me and never once asked for anything! I just kinda fell in love! When Daddy let me do some touching and other stuff, he made sure it was what I wanted to do, and then he helped me learn how to do it the right way. Now he says me and Amy can do as much of it as we want.” Kristen wrapped up her version of things.

“What about you, Amy?” David asked.

“I was on a sailboat with some other girls and boys from Ensenada. After almost everybody died and other people started killing each other, we escaped on that boat. But another boat followed us, and it had guys with guns. At night, they attacked us, and the boys pushed me overboard, and one threw out the liferaft. I got into that, but I couldn’t stay at the sailboat! There was so much shooting! I used the paddle to get away.

“I was alone on the raft for a long time and ran out of water. Then, I saw Daddy’s boat and tried to call for help. I guess they heard me, and Daddy helped me get on his boat. Daddy and Kristen were naked, and my family never wore clothes in our house anyway, so I just took off my bikini.

“When Kristen said that she makes love to Daddy, I got a little scared, but Daddy told me that I never, ever, had to have sex with him and tried to talk me into putting some clothes on.

“He took me into the cabin and let me lay down. Then he left me with Kristen for a long time. Me and Kristen talked a lot! She even helped me take a shower, and one time, when Daddy came back in, he made sure I had everything I needed, even a razor.

“Kristen told me all about how she met Daddy and fell in love with him and how he’s so nice about letting her have sex and everything. I kinda started feeling like he was my hero too. So, I started trying to do what I watched Kristen doing. Daddy made sure it was stuff I wanted to do! But he let me, and I kinda fell in love with him too!”

“Hmm, sounds like some pretty strong hero worship. Girls, I don’t doubt that both of you love Joe. Heck, just watching how you both sort of hung onto him showed that. When we first saw it, we were convinced that you had been a close family your entire lives, much like we are. I guess it kind of surprised me to hear how recent everything was for you.

“Now, Joe, what is it that makes your sexual activity with the girls OK in your mind?” David asked.

“Being their father and their desire to have that activity, David. Once I understood my role, as their new father figure, then it became my responsibility to guide them. It isn’t just sex, David. My daughters have to understand that sexual activity has to always be an expression of love. It can’t just be for personal pleasure!” I explained.

“You don’t get pleasure or even seek pleasure by having sex with your daughters?” Ashley asked.

“Of course I do! But, every time I make love to them, I need to make it an expression of how much I love them. Sure, it’s very pleasurable! Yes, I want to keep making love to them, and I fully intend to do so, but using it to express the depth of my love for them is even more highly satisfying.” I clarified.

Ashley smiled. “I love that answer! It took me a good two months to get Dad to make love to me so that I could show him just how deeply in love I was.”

David chuckled. “You had the help of every female in that tribe, Honey. Besides, you weren’t even thirteen yet.”

“I was only eleven the first time you let me have intercourse with you, Dad,” Joanne spoke up.

“Me too!” Jenny giggled.

“Tribal girls are allowed to do that even younger, sometimes as young as six,” David replied.

“And always with whichever man in their tribe they think might be their father,” Ashley added.

“Huh? Don’t they know who their father is?” Amy asked.

David chuckled. “Not really! Since every male in a tribe has intercourse with every female in the tribe, those old enough anyway, they really can’t determine which source of sperm made the pregnancy. So, the mother makes her best guess about who it was that caused the pregnancy.”

“That sounds like it could cause some issues,” I commented.

“Oh, not really. Since tribes are made up of very closely related family members anyway, the sharing of sexual partners is just normal for them. To them, it is unthinkable that any man or woman would restrict themselves to just one sex partner.” David explained.

“Like us. All of us girls share Dad, Rodger, and Bill.” Jenny put in.

“Since Rodger and Bill are mine and Dad’s sons, it’s my responsibility to show them my love and guide them sexually, just like it’s your responsibility to do the same for your daughters, Joe,” Ashley added.

“Um, weren’t you kinda worried about having babies with your own Dad?” Amy asked.

The entire family let out some chuckles. “Oh, absolutely! When Ashley got pregnant before she even had her first period, I was scared out of my mind! But Melanie came out perfect, and I had our DNA analyzed before she got pregnant again. Fortunately, neither one of us has any genetic anomalies, and Melanie didn’t inherit any mutated genes from us. In fact, none of our kids show any genetic defects at all. So, whenever one of us guys, me, Rodger, or Bill, makes any of our women pregnant, we have no worries at all.” David explained.

“But, that’s gonna be a while! Without a damned secure life, we’ve put off having babies.” Ashley added.

“Oh. Do you have lots of birth control pills? I mean, there’s four girls.” Kristen asked.

Ashley gave my daughter a sweet smile. “We use the local birth control, Honey. It’s a tea made from the root of a very common plant and works very well.”

“It prevents ovulation,” David added.

“And makes it so nobody ever has to shave.” Joanne pointed to her bald crotch.

“And makes us guys cum buckets!” Bill excitedly put in.

“Wait. A tea that stops ovulation and keeps hair from growing and increases semen production?” I was more than a little skeptical.

“It does all of that, but using it can be dangerous for males. Yes, while drinking the tea once a week prevents women from ovulating, it has side effects. For anyone who drinks it, it causes something to change in their hormones, and their body hair falls out. It doesn’t affect the hair on your head, just hair that starts growing during puberty and later. So, none of us has any body hair since all of us do use the tea.

“However! Males have to use a highly diluted version of the tea! Highly diluted! It makes the seminal vesicles go into hyperproduction. A man’s orgasm and subsequent semen production can become dangerously high if he takes the tea undiluted! It can cause seizures.” Ashley explained.

“The first time I tried it, I thought I was going to die and that poor Ashley would explode from how much cum I was shooting into her,” David added with wide eyes.

Ashley reached over to give her father’s cock a gentle fondling. “Oh, Dad, I wouldn’t explode, and you know it. Besides, feeling me fill up so much just made my orgasm that much more intense! But, a fifteen-minute orgasm really is too much.”

“You had a fifteen-minute orgasm?” Amy asked, looking at Ashley.

“Both of us did that first time. The women of the tribe we were staying with thought they were playing a harmless joke on us. When our orgasms just kept going and going, though, they did everything they could to help us recover and apologized profusely.” Ashley replied.

“The next time, we cut the tea by ninety percent. My orgasm still lasted over three minutes, so we’ve cut it even more. Now, the boys and I only have one-minute orgasms.” David explained.

“And this is a daily thing?” I asked.

David’s eyes got wide. “Oh, No! We take our tea weekly. It works well for the girls and for us guys. Of course, the day we drink the tea, our orgasms are much more significant and gradually taper off over time until the seventh day, when we’re back to just thirty seconds or so of intense orgasm. The girls haven’t complained, so it seems to be what we need.”

“Trust me, Dad. If you guys could tolerate ten-minute orgasms, us girls would be giving you much stronger tea.” Ashley smirked.

Jenny giggled. “We could skip meals, getting that much to swallow.”

“Daddy only squirts semen for a few seconds,” Kristen commented, looking confused.

“But that’s a mouthful since his penis is in my mouth, too,” Amy added.

“Of course it is, girls. Look, most men only have a few seconds of orgasm and only give you a tablespoon of semen. And just that much added to what you already have in your mouth seems like a lot. But we all learned how to start swallowing and keep swallowing!” Ashley explained.

“And feeling their cum fill us up when we have intercourse, WOW!” Joanne put in.

“It gets sorta messy though since lots of it leaks back out, especially if Dad or Rodger stay hard and keep moving inside us. But Jo’s right! It feels so good.” Jenny added happily.

I was highly interested. “Does it change how often a man can ejaculate?”

“Certainly! Ashley and I experimented! We tried every half hour and then tried out every fifteen minutes. Having an orgasm every half hour wasn’t a problem over the course of a day, or night. However, trying to double that wasn’t quite as successful. I could do it, but my penis got pretty sore and I had to actually refrain for a couple of days.” David informed me.

“You have sex every half hour every day?” Kristen asked as her hand slid over my thigh to hold my stiffening cock.

“Oh, no, Kristen! We wouldn’t be able to do anything else if we did that. No, Dad was just letting your father know what’s possible, not what we actually do.” Ashley explained with a big smile.

“Sometimes we do,” Jenny said.

“Well, not often.” Ashley conceded.

I chuckled. “I’m not sure I would benefit from that tea. I already seem to be hard all the time as it is.”

“Of course you are. You should be. It’s not so much about becoming erect as it is about giving your daughters more of your semen to enjoy.” David said under raised brows.

“If you like, I can write down some instructions for your daughters and give you enough of the roots to last a few weeks. Of course, all of that lush red hair in your crotch and all over your body will start falling out.” Ashley offered.

“And my pubes will fall out? I won’t have to shave there anymore?” Amy asked.

“You won’t ever have to shave anything!” Joanne quickly affirmed.

I stroked my stubbly cheek. “Facial hair?”

“Every hair that started growing during late puberty will go away. The hair on your head won’t be affected whatsoever.” David assured me.

“What about me? I haven’t even started to grow pubes yet.” Kristen asked.

“Then you never will, Honey. Not if you use the tea anyway. You’ll stay the stunningly beautiful girl you are now.” David told her.

“Does it affect development?” I asked, worried about Kristen’s still-developing body.

“Oh, no! Your daughters will develop quite normally. It seems to only affect body hair and ovulation in females and semen production in males.” Ashley told us.

While we had talked, and after Kristen had begun to hold my cock, Ashley had begun to casually stroke Bill’s small cock and fondle his balls. Joanne and Jenny, sitting on either side of Rodger, were taking turns slowly stroking their brother’s hard cock.

“Daddy, I think we should try the tea.” Amy told me with hope clear on her face.

“Kristen?” I asked.

“I think so too, Daddy.” She replied seriously.

“Well, then it’s unanimous. Ashley, when you have time, we would love to get the instructions and roots to give this concoction a try.” I smiled.

Ashly beamed a big smile. “I have time now!” she declared before leaning over to slurp her son’s cock into her mouth for a couple of seconds. As she straightened, Bill made sure to capture one of her nipples for a loving suckle, too.

Kristen and Amy went with Ashley to one of the desks while she wrote out the instructions. Jenny and Joanne both began taking turns sucking the head of Rodger’s cock.

“So, have you tried the fishing in these waters, Joe?” David asked with a huge smile.

I had to laugh at his sudden change of topics, but I went with it. “I did a little trolling but didn’t get a hit.”
While Ashley and my daughters got the recipe and Rodger got closer to filling one of his sisters’ mouths with cum, David and I chatted about fishing, the advantages of various firearms, and the weather near the equator.

“Jen, cumming” I heard Rodger gasp.

Everyone’s attention turned that way. Rodger had one of Joanne’s little nipples in his mouth while caressing Jenny’s hair while she was very obviously swallowing over and over again. Joanne cupped her brother’s head while his orgasm just kept going.

A minute is only sixty seconds, but it seemed to drag on. Eventually, Rodger seemed to slump as his orgasm played out. Jenny kept nursing on his softening cock for a few more seconds. When she slid her lips off of Rodger’s cock, Joanne made room for Jenny to give her brother a very deep, very passionate, love-filled kiss.

“OK! Well, your girls are very excited to try the tea. It takes an hour or so for men to feel the effects and losing your body hair might take a week.” Ashley said as my daughters walked up to me smiling sweetly.

“Oh, um, sure. As for sailing within sight of each other, I think that’s a good idea. The girls and I will cast off.” I said as I rose to stand between my daughters.

“A mutual defense pact?” David asked as I went to shake his hand.

“I think so.” I agreed.

“Do you sail through the night?” David asked.

“No. I drop the sail, toss out a sea anchor, and drift during darkness.” I replied.

“Would it bother you if we did the same close by your boat?” He asked.

“We could visit each other even.” Ashley put in.

“There’s a spare bed, too, if you wanted to stay the night,” Joanne suggested.

“Thank you. All of you. The girls and I will talk.” Was as far as I was willing to go in that regard.

Rodger stayed on the couch with Ashley while Rodger, Joanne, Jenny, and Bill all helped us cast off. It was a rather easy operation, and soon, I had us back under sail, angling away from the Tribal Research. My daughters gave me very loving kisses and a good fondling before rushing into the cabin to make the tea.
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I’m taking a little more care in my editing. That and my work schedule slows things down a little. Here is the sixth installment of this story…saga? Anyway, I hope you like it!

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