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 Title: Notes From a Sailing Vacation With My Wife and Daughters
Author: The Ketch Story Guy
Summary: My wife and I discover that there's no privacy sailing between
islands with our two inquisitive daughters.
Keywords: MFfg, inc



   I'm just going to warn you right now that this story doesn't end with me
having sex with my children.  If that's a problem for you, discontinue use.

   That blast furnace sensation of opening a stove: that's how the tropics
feel, all the time.  The only way your body can cope is to just...  slow...
down.  You don't wear as much.  You don't have the extra brain power to
feel self-conscious.  That permanent clipboard-reading crick in my wife's
neck straightens out.  The thousand things you worry about in life seem
like easy chores you'll sort out later.

   On a boat, nothing is quite private.  My wife, we'll call her Talim, had
dispensed with her top as soon as we were out of port, then unbuttoned and
stowed my shirt.  "You need a tan sooner or later," she said.  (She who
never sunburns.) The girls, with their lovely half-caste skin, were lucky
enough not to sunburn either, and loved the sun dearly.  Our younger
daughter, we'll call her Kee, was for the first time required to wear a top
on the islands in public -- an issue that wouldn't even need to be raised
for shock and embarrassment at home, but again, the tropics.  Our older
daughter (Amelia?  That fits.) had been under the top rule for a couple of
years already.  The boys at the marina working to steal little smiles from
Amelia as we loaded the boat were a new, if not entirely unexpected
development.  My intense little daughter, carefree and flirting.  Amazing.
Neither daughter even protested when Talim and I kissed for more than half
a second at a time.  Also amazing for Amelia.

   The rules between islands were even more lax.  Anyone could peck anyone
on the lips at any time for some reason, even the girls at extremely happy
sister moments.  For Talim and I, kisses could sometimes go on for well
over two seconds before the "t'cha..." The most the girls ever wore
clambering around the boat were their suit bottoms, and half the time
nothing at all.  Whereas I wouldn't be allowed to side-hug one of them in
our swimsuits at the university pool back in Chicago, at sea there was
nothing weird about sitting up in the cockpit reading to the girls late
into the evening, Talim with her breasts softly crushed against the back of
one naked little mermaid, and the other sitting in my lap resting against
my swim trunks.

   If you're picturing some business involving a nervous erection here, I'm
sorry to disappoint.  Instead imagine smelling the salt in your daughter's
hair as you read softly aloud.  A relaxed, Christmas Eve sense of
closeness.

   It might not hurt to point out that my wife is mildly autistic. 
Brilliant, as you can imagine, to work with the sort of people who own (and
will happily loan us) a 34' ketch in the southern latitudes, but with a
slight difficulty translating her emotions into words and actions,
resulting in some very strange but always technically quite beautiful
statements like, "I'd probably have let you impregnate me as many times as
you'd like," and "Yes you're very pretty Kee.  It gives me anxiety thinking
about how many of your friends are boys as you grow older." To the girls,
that's just how loving mommies talk.

   The evening of the third day at sea, the girls were konked.  We were
too, to be fair.  We'd spent the day in the first real, full-sized port of
the trip, swimming at the public beach (more little boys trying to attract
Amelia's attention), eating ice cream, itching in our clothes again, and
taking wild-faced yahoo girl family photos.  I wanted to get a bit out of
the islands before dark, because the next day was going to be a long sail
across open water and I hoped to make the next island chain before dusk. 
With the girls dragging their flip-flops and falling asleep on their feet,
we managed a few hours sailing and anchored for the night as the wind died
out on a safe shoal out of sight of land.

   We'd eaten in port, so we had a quick snack and then the girls brushed
their teeth and made their way to the forward v-birth.  We heard voices for
a moment as we stowed the dinner table, then nothing.

   Up in the cockpit, I double-checked that the anchor lights were on, and
that nothing else was.  "Talim," I whispered.

   She climbed up the steps.  "What is it?"

   I caught her in my arms, her full breasts sliding beautifully against
me, as I stole a long (much longer than two second) kiss.  She gripped the
back of my head, kissing back in the odd little nipping motion she makes
when surprised.  "I haven't had you to myself for a bit," I said.  "I want
you."

   "Okay," she whispered.  She reached down into my swim trunks, now very
much bunching an erection, and slid them off.  "Feel better?" I kissed her
more insistently.  Her nipples hardened.  She scraped them against the hair
of my chest.  She half fell onto the roof of the cabin with a bump.  We
broke off immediately, listening.  "Oops," she said, removing her bikini
bottoms.  "We might have woken up the girls." She made to put the bottoms
back on, caught herself halfway between and kissed me.  "Oh who cares?"
Then she stopped and listened again, my erection in her hand.  (I told you:
Emotions, actions, especially conflicting ones, she gets a little
confused.) Finally, she slid the bikini bottoms back off.  "They honestly
don't care," she said, leaned her head to peek into the cabin anyway,
remembered she was holding my erection in one hand and our bathing suits in
the other, and said, "Inside."

   "That's the idea," I whispered, grinding against her.

   "In.  Side," she said with a bemused grin.  She got up, leaving a spot
of moisture on the cabin roof.

   Below, I unfolded our birth and pushed the rest of the portholes open.
"It's hot without the breeze," said Talim, pinning her bunchy black hair
off her neck.  I turned the little electric fan on, then thought and turned
the girls' circuit on too.  Was their switch on?  "Go check," said Talim,
who could be a bit psychic about boats.  (Because, she insisted, her
grandfather had been a fisherman.  She'd never known him, nor did she
really remember Bangladesh.)

   I pushed the forward doors open.  The girls, in their improvised little
girly room, were fast asleep on the big triangular cushion, both naked. 
The fan's own switch was off, and I turned it on, aiming it above them.  I
watched them sleep soundly, their toned little bodies perfectly formed,
little bits of either of us stuck together in ways that made you think
Talim and I must look like models.  Kee wasn't quite sucking her thumb,
more like biting her knuckle, her little bum up in the air.  Amelia was on
her side, the crease of her waist where it now clipped in above her hip
very apparent.  She'd attempted a light sheet, but it was almost entirely
behind her now.  Her hands were together between her legs.  Whoops.  Not
for daddy to see.  It now occurred to me, looking down, that Talim had left
me with half an erection.  It was right there, three hands from my
daughter's sleeping face.  I stepped back and closed the doors softly.

   I'm not sure I felt odd about this at the time.  It's not like I went to
full attention dadding over my little girls.  I was certainly still half
erect when I reached out and slid my wife back into my arms.  I turned her
around, kissing her insistently, and set her butt on the bed.  She darted
down out of my arms and took my penis in her mouth, sucking warmly, darting
her little tongue forward and backward under my cock.  "Oh, baby..." I
breathed.  Unafraid, unhurried, without an everyday care in the world, she
rocked back and forth on my cock.  I held onto the bulkhead, feeling the
swells move under us, enjoying the wet warmth above warmth inside her
mouth. For some reason I looked at the closed doors to the girls' room, not
feeling particularly concerned about anything that could happen at that
moment.  I looked down at my wife, familiar in the dim light, and realized
how much of her was in our daughters' faces.  Finally, without resistance,
I gently grasped her jaw and slid her mouth back off my penis.

   I wanted to kiss her, but she crab-walked back on the bed, her pussy
wide open, glistening.  "Now," she whispered.  I fell on her, more forceful
than I would have anticipated, gripping her shoulders hard, rolling her
onto her back, devouring her wet mouth, and forcing my cock into her,
pressing her hips to the bed.  She whimpered, tensing with the effort of
remaining quiet as I ground her pussy under me.  She gave up all thought of
deciding what was to happen to her next and surrendered.  I thrust her hips
down, and down again, as they curled up to meet me, crushing her, mauling
the deep parts of her mouth like I owned her.  She breathed desperately
through her nose, her head near the bulkhead, and made a high, shrill cry
between our mouths.  I didn't let up in my need until I realized I'd forced
her head into the corner of the bulkhead.

   I grasped her hips and pulled her back to the center of the bed,
releasing her mouth and licking the underside of her jaw.  She panted, held
her breath as I reentered her, and panted some more.  "Oh god," she
whispered.  She pulled the light sheet over our hips and fell back as I set
a rhythm, pushing into her and grinding in deep, easing back and repeating.

   "Iss so good," she panted quietly, her hands on my back.  One hand
scraped up along my neck and she kissed me.

   "I love you so much," I breathed, pumping her deep, fucking her the way
you can only fuck someone you've known for so long.

   "I love you!  I love you!" she whispered again and again, as if she were
about to cry.  "Please, always make love to me."

   "...Okay," I said.  I kissed her, and she licked the roof of my mouth,
softly groaning.  My hand landed in her hair, and her head was pinned back.
"You're so beautiful," I said, grabbing bunches of her hair on purpose. 
"You're so beautiful..."

   "I am?" she mumbled, or something like it.  "Love youuu," she moaned,
clenching her teeth and rolling her head back.  I licked her throat, from
the divot to the top.  She twisted her head to the side, breathing hard. 
"Hello," she said.

   I looked over.  There was Kee, standing beside the bed, watching us.

   I froze.

   "What is it, sweetlight?"

   Kee, hair everywhere, blinked heavily, still halfway asleep.  Oh don't
let her have seen anything.  I mentally checked: the sheet was still over
my bottom, if just barely.  Mentally checking also pointed out that I was
still deep inside Talim, hard as a rock, close enough to reach out and
touch my youngest daughter.  "I wunnud som wader," she mumbled sleepily.

   "You wanted some water?" said Talim.  Kee nodded.  "Okay."

   "Whud're you doong?"

   "Daddy's making love to me, sweetie.  His penis is nice and big, and
it's up inside my vagina." Talim pulled off me, and I know that my daughter
could see between us to where my penis slipped all the way out of her
mother's vagina, slid between her lips, and flopped wetly onto my lower
belly.

   Whether they react or not, everything that goes into a little girl's
head stays there, I've noticed.  My wife got up, switched on the dim orange
light above the stove, and filled Kee a plastic cup from the drinking water
tap.  She rested her butt on the step, holding her daughter around the
waist, and helped her drink in the gently swaying cabin.  If not for the
fact that Kee's lanky little body now rose fully to her mother's chin, and
their soft shared nudity, it could have been a moment when Kee was half her
age.  But Kee's nipples now cast harsh shadows down her front.  The light
picked out the slight roundness of her new breasts as she rocked back and
forth, infantile in her sleepiness.

   She finished her water, watching the poorly concealed bulge under the
sheet where my penis lay.  She said something quietly to her mother.

   "Uh huh," said Talim.  She listened.  "It's because he's very special."
(She didn't say this proudly, if you're wondering about my perfectly
ordinary tool, but more in a loving and matter-of-fact sort of manner.)

   Kee turned to put the glass in the sink, and her hip must have grazed
her mother's wet pussy lips.  She glanced at Talim, turned back to look at
me, twisting around between her mother's knees, then looked back at her
mom, embarrassed.  She muttered something.  "No, silly," Talim said.  "Just
as long as we're not keeping secrets." Kee stood back, and looked between
her mother's legs.

   "I have a little bit," she said.

   "Mmm, you'll have a lot, I'm afraid," said Talim, rubbing herself with
the flat of her hand.  "I trimmed it back for the vacation."

   "Amelia's got it too," said Kee.

   "I know.  I've seen it," said Talim.  "It's what happens.  Not something
to go faster or slower.  It just tells you time is still moving in the
right direction."

   Kee stared at her mother's crotch.  Talim's puffy lips were quite
visible in the light from the bulb.  Kee glanced at me, and at the bulge
under the covers, quickly looking away as she realized she was having this
conversation within earshot of her father.  She stepped back to Talim,
mumbling quietly.  "Yup," Talim said.  "When they're ready." Something else
passed between them, and Talim nodded.  "Yeah, it's okay." Talim spread her
lips with her fingers.  Kee mumbled.  "Yup, as soon as you go to bed,
sleepy head.  No, go ahead." Kee touched her mother's pussy lips, briefly,
rolling her fingers afterward.  Talim hugged her, kissed her forehead, and
said good night.

   "Good night daddy," Kee mumbled as she passed me.

   "Good night, light light," I said.

   The door closed behind Kee's cute little bum.

   Talim reached for the light, thought otherwise and left it on.  "Shall
we?" she whispered.

   "Um..."

   "Come here." I edged down the bed, conscious of the door, and Kee having
to crawl back around her sister to get to sleep.  "I want to see you," she
said, catching my face with her hands, and planting a kiss on my lips, as
if nothing had happened.  "Maybe you want me on top." Like I said, she
doesn't always read emotions right.  She rolled me onto my back, pinned me,
and lowered herself down.  My erection, honestly, hadn't gone down much at
all, as much as I would like to say it did.  She trapped the head, fingered
her clitoris for a second, and then lowered herself back onto me with a
long sigh.  She began to move.  "You're handsome." She ground herself onto
me, feeling herself in charge.  "Our daughter is growing up so fast, don't
you think?"

   I grabbed her hips and stopped her.

   "What?" she pouted.

   "It's just..." I looked at the doors.

   "They're in love with you.  I'm in love with you." She rolled her hips.
"But this is just for me." When I didn't react, she looked at me,
searchingly.  "What is it?  What did I do wrong?"

   "Nothing.  I just don't know how I feel about Kee seeing us like that."

   "I'm sure she'll be fine.  She's just curious.  When she gets a straight
answer, she's happy.  That's always been us, right?"

   "You're right," I said.  With the warmth in my lap, in the warmth of the
night, it all seemed just fine.  I pushed up into Talim.  She sucked in a
breath, happy again.

   "Fuck me," she breathed, licking my ear for emphasis.  And I did.  I
thrust up into her again and again, pulling her hips down onto me.  The
light picked out her swinging breasts, her dark hard nipples.  "Love you so
much..." I thought of her when Amelia was breastfeeding, a day at home,
hot, the two of us in no clothing, coming up behind her as she began
nursing our infant daughter, feeling them both in my arms, penetrating
Talim, fucking her as Amelia drank from her breast, feeling Talim shake as
if it were her first orgasm ever, coming down a sweaty bundle in my arms,
us, a family, somehow more completely than before.  I thought I saw the
door to the v-birth open a crack.  Talim leaned over me, kissing me.  "I'm
very close," she whispered.  "You've had me close all night." Our sweat and
her lubrication all pooled between us, her clitoris raking over a slick
expanse.  I grabbed her nipple and hammered up into her.  Sweat actually
flicked into the air from the hair around her forehead as her head jerked
back.  Her spine curled.  Her face scrunched up, and then a sound escaped
her lips.  She wavered, rocking, sweat glistening on her breasts, her eyes
shut hard.

   But I wasn't done yet.  I lowered her, soft as a kitten, onto her back,
and thrust so hard her hips slid.  She stifled a yelp.  I thrust again. 
Talim wrapped her arms and legs around me, accepting me into her with what
little strength she had left.  She could hardly keep quiet, she was so
overwhelmed and sensitive from her orgasm.  I locked my mouth onto hers as
I thrust, and thrust, and pounded into her, again and again, our bodies
making a wet sound every time though I was barely pulling out.  I grabbed
her hair, grabbed her breast, thrust and thrust.  I looked at her face,
twisted sideways into the beam of light, so much like our girls, and came,
deep inside her.

   Soon my head thunked into the bulkhead.  Talim chuckled.  I don't know
how I got all the way up there again.  I thought I heard a door click shut.

   We lay there for a while, and when I thought to look, the doors were
closed.  She held the cum in herself, and we both cooled off with a quick
trip down the ladder into the black nighttime sea.  I held her for a few
minutes out under the stars, and then we went below and fell asleep as
quickly as the girls.

   I heard the girls talking in fast whispers the next morning as I waited
for the coffee pot, sipping water from Kee's cup.  In the light and muddle
of morning it all seemed cute: Kee had seen something her big sister
hadn't, and this was an issue for Amelia.  I didn't know where my swim
trunks were, and it now seemed pointless to worry about them.

   Talim awoke on her stomach and slipped in to use the head as someone
else started peeing.  There was giggling as all three scooted around each
other.  I fixed breakfast while Talim stowed the bunk and set up the table.
Amelia stopped when she saw me, and Kee bumped into her.  Neither daughter
had dressed.  My shorts and Talim's bottoms were found on the bench under
our bunk, pressed.  Talim put them in the laundry.  "We're going to be at
sea all day, right?" she said.  The girls were quiet over breakfast.

   Running west with a heady breeze across our decks, spray crystalizing
before the bow and the bright spinnaker billowing, the frost between the
girls was forgotten.  They stood together in the forecastle, laughing
madly, shrieking and hugging one another as we nosed into the swells and
the spray exploded around their gleaming bodies.

   When they came back their teeth were chattering.  Kee hugged her mom to
get her wet.  "You're freezing!" said Talim, rubbing her arms.

   Amelia landed on me, and I felt her cold breasts and hard nipples
against my shoulder.  "Hi daddy."

   "You're freezing too," I said.

   "Why don't you girls go put on shirts for a minute?" said Talim.  Amelia
let go of my neck and looked into my eyes, grinning.

   "I...  don't...  wanna!" protested Kee, and flopped onto her mother's
lap.

   "All right, fine," said Talim, lifting the seat top as Kee monkeyed
around on her.  I rubbed down Amelia's back and arms.  She hugged me
softly, sitting on my leg, and snuggled in.  Talim plunked down beside us
and wrapped us all in a blanket.  "How's that?"

   "Thanks, mum," the girls echoed.  I kept rubbing Amelia's back, steering
with my other hand.  She wrapped her cold legs around me under the blanket
and squeezed, as Talim's thigh settled against me.  "I love you, daddy,"
murmured Amelia.  I told her I loved her too.  I noticed that Amelia was
rubbing her nipples against my chest.  I don't even think she realized she
was doing it.  There was an impossible amount of heat on my thigh where her
legs met.  I could feel her thin pubic hair on my leg.

   "Are you girls warm enough yet?" said Talim.  "I'm roasting." She opened
the blanket.

   Amelia rested her head under my chin.  I soon felt the bottom of her
silky, soft thigh: I was feeling it with the head of my cock.  Amelia kept
rubbing her little breasts against me.  I was getting an erection, and
there was nothing to be done about it.  My daughter shifted her thigh
experimentally, and my penis slipped up between the inside of her leg and
my waist.  She watched it there in the contrast between my light, hairy
skin and her dark, smooth thigh.  Amelia could see the entire cycle as it
throbbed gently to its full height and hardness.  She shifted again,
feeling my penis strain and spasm back toward my body, then rest against
her skin, jerk again, and settle.  Absently, she reached down and touched
it with her fingers.

   "Ame," I whispered.  "That's private." Amelia let go, jumping back,
looking at my eyes with alarm.  I kissed her face, and she relaxed.

   Kee was restless.  Her mom was tickling her.  Amelia stood up.  "Daddy,
I'm going to take a sun nap," she announced, dipping down to kiss me
briefly on the lips.  Her taut breasts chased the motion.  Kee kissed her
mom and me too, watching her sister.  Kee's eyes slid to my erection and
she stumbled a little bit following her sister down into the cabin.

   Talim folded the blanket.  "You got hard?" she said.

   "Yeah," I laughed.

   "I told you, they love their daddy." She laid her head on my thigh where
Amelia had sat.  She raised it again, quizzically, feeling her ear.  There
was a patch of moisture on my thigh.  She regarded it.  "Hmm." Her tongue
darted out and she licked it.  My cock jumped again.  Talim glanced up at
me, grinning.  She held her hair back, took a long lick of Amelia's puddle,
licked my cock and balls and darted her mouth down over me for a brief
moment.  Talim laid her head on my thigh again as we heard the doors
clatter open below.  "We'll finish that later," I heard Talim murmur.

   Returning on deck in their big sunglasses, it was hard to read the
girls' expressions.  My cock still stood at attention beside their mother's
bunchy black hair.  Kee seemed to find it all kind of cool, but Amelia's
usual serious face returned as she stared at us.

   I said, "We'll be quiet so you can nap, girls."

   "Oh it's okay," said Amelia.  "I've got my iPod." She swung monkey-like
under the stays, unrolled her towel on the roof of the cabin and settled
her phones into her ears.  Kee followed.

   Soon Amelia was snoozing fitfully, her shapely little breasts rising and
falling slowly.  Kee had her arm over her sunglasses and hadn't stirred for
a while either.  Her pubic bone jutted in the sun.  Talim was reading a
book.  She looked up at the girls.

   "Psst," I whispered.

   Talim came over to the tiller.  "Do you want a break?" she asked.  I
shook my head, reaching out and squeezing one of her breasts.  "Oh," she
said as I leaned forward and sucked on it.  She let out a sigh and began
playing with herself.  Talim sat down beside me, draping a leg over mine.
We made out for a while.  I squeezed her breast with my free hand, in
potentially full view of our sleeping daughters.  She flicked at her
clitoris.

   "I want to fuck you," I whispered.  I chewed on her ear.  Talim rose and
lowered herself onto my penis, pumping several times before she thought
again of the girls.  "We'll never finish like this without waking the
girls," she whispered into my ear.

   "Who cares?" I said, gripping her hips and pumping her down onto me. 
"This is what they want to see."

   "Naughty, daddy," she moaned, giving in for a moment, then shook her
head as if trying to pop it loose.

   "You're right," I breathed reluctantly, staring at my girls, lifting
Talim off me.  It was still very innocent.

   Talim nodded her head, wadded the blanket toward her knees on the deck,
and swallowed my slickened cock in one deep gulp.  She drew herself off it
and looked up at me hungrily, pumping it with her hands.  She glanced back.
"Aren't they beautiful?" My eyes traced the curve of the girls' backs along
the cabin roof.  Amelia's breasts hung on her chest, the cleft reappearing
at her belly button and leading across the flat atop her hips to her curl
of dark pubic hair below.  Talim sucked on me, her lips on my cock head. 
Her tongue flicked back and forth across the drooling tip.  She pushed two
fingers into herself and blurred her thumb over her clitoris.  "What are
you thinking?"

   "Amelia's little breasts.  I want to suck on them, one at a time.  I
want to fit one inside my mouth.  The whole thing."

   Talim pulled off, jerking me.  She hesitated.  "If they're like my
sisters and me, they dry-hump each other at night, and then Amelia
masturbates herself to sleep." I thought of them in the v-birth when I'd
switched the fan on.  Talim took me back into her mouth, and I forced her
head down on my cock.  When I let her up, she said, "What's Kee doing?"

   "She has her legs open." Kee was all big joints and lankiness, faintly
darker now atop her mons.  "Her hair is coming in."

   "Mmm.  She wants to hug her daddy sometimes, but her breasts ache.  She
must be so happy not to have to wear a top."

   "I want to...  just suck on those little nipples."

   Talim licked up and down my shaft, then sucked on my head.

   "It's so cute when they kiss," I said.  "I wish they'd kiss across my
dick."

   "What if all three of us made out with your cock in the middle?" I
grabbed her hair at this.  Her head pumped up and down on me.  "What about
Amelia?" she gasped, rubbing the spit from her chin.

   "I want to split those little puffy lips wide open."

   "She's 105 pounds," Talim moaned.  She sucked on me hard.

   "I don't care.  She's old enough.  I'd fuck her.  Shove my big cock deep
into her, slowly."

   "Make her...  a woman..."

   "Forget those little boys." I whispered.  "You're mine, light.  Fuck
your daddy, Ame.  You belong to daddy." Talim moaned.  "Fuck your daddy
with your tight little pussy.  It won't hurt long.  Fuck your daddy.  Fuck
me.  Fuck me, Amelia.  Daddy's coming!"

   I spurted into my wife's mouth.  Amelia's sunglasses faced us, her
nipples standing up in the breeze, rising slowly and steadily as she
breathed.  Kee still had her arm over her face.  Talim sucked gently on me.
I noticed that her hand wasn't moving anymore, just cupping her pussy.  She
withdrew my penis from her mouth, watched a droplet form, and licked it
off. "You made me come, talking like that," she breathed.  She sat up in my
lap and kissed me.  "You're not allowed to fuck your daughters," she said,
very seriously.

   "I know," I said.

   "Good." Talim smiled.  "You have to understand, the way I relate to
them...  I just don't feel boundaries with them.  It's all one continuous
line, from growing inside me to being who they are now.  I embarrass them
sometimes.  I know I do.  More so lately."

   "They're teenagers."

   "True.  I was never very good at that."

   Rather soon, the girls got up, stretched one by one, and went below. 
The silence of the two of them in their cabin was more ominous than any
hushed, excited conversation could have been.  Talim and I now knew that
they'd seen us (though not heard us, fortunately) and felt stupid for
falling for it, but that was the extent of it.  There's no privacy on a
boat, and concerns wither quickly in the tropics.  Lunch proceeded with
it's ordinary chit-chat and laughter.  The girls read and napped all
afternoon, and with a strong breeze we made the outer islands in time to
watch the sunset at anchor.

   In the cabin that night, out of the sun and wind, Amelia was strangely
quiet.  She answered my idle questions, but was brittle and snippy with
Talim and Kee.  We talked about the port we'd be visiting the next
afternoon.  Amelia went to bed early.  The rest of us stayed up and played
cards.

   When we said good night, Kee hugged me and gave me a peck on the lips,
letting her hand idly bump against my hanging dick.  "Good night, daddy. 
Good night, mum."

   As we settled in under a sheet, I said to Talim, "I suppose if we make
love they'll try to watch."

   "Yeah.  They need their sleep."

   "Ame was strange tonight."

   "I guess a little bit.  I'll talk to her tomorrow."

   Amelia and Talim sat up at the bow for a long time the next morning, as
we crashed over the waves.  Kee was content to lie against me, reading her
book, with my hand resting on her stomach.  Amelia and Talim walked back to
the cockpit, looking very much like one another.  Something seemed settled.
Clothing was issued as we neared the headlands.

   Onshore, Amelia and her mom walked off hand in hand on "special
business." Kee and I shrugged, and ended up hiking up into the hills.  My
youngest looked older in her blouse and sailor shorts, and acted it too. 
(I guess it really is hard to be serious when you're naked.) We spent a
while trying to pick out our ketch in the miniaturized harbor below, and
making up stories one word at a time.  It was a fun day.  I carried Kee
part of the way down on my back, because she said her feet were tired.  We
met the girls with their small, neat, identical shopping bags (and another
bag with a scarf thing for Kee) at dinner.  Talim and I both got a little
tipsy on a bottle of wine.  We took a sandy walk under the stars before
retiring to the boat.

   I was just settling down on the bed in the hot, peaceful night when a
ruckus arose in the forward v-birth.  "Why don't I get one!?" Kee demanded,
livid.

   Amelia said, "Didn't you hear what mom said?"

   "Sweetlight, you're not ready for one," I heard Talim say.

   "Yes I am!" spat Kee.  "Look!"

   "Kee, honey, don't," said Talim.

   I got up, lulled by the warm tropical air.  "Kee, light.  It's late," I
said, pushing through the doors.  Inside the v-birth, all three girls sat
naked as before.  What was new were the small red dildos, one in Amelia's
hand and one in Talim's.  The tip of Kee's finger was inside her vagina. 
She looked pained.

   "Daddy," said Kee.  "Why can't I have one?"

   "Kee," said Talim.  She grasped Kee's wrist and pulled her finger gently
out of her.  "You'll hurt yourself.  Remember what we talked about?  These
things happen in their own time, and then with preparation.  I was older
than either of you before I could fit more than one finger inside me."

   "But I've seen it," said Kee.  "There are girls younger than Amelia who
get pregnant.  It's completely true!"

   "Yes, and it hurts them.  And it's extremely dangerous for them to
continue with the pregnancy.  These are not things that you need to rush.
Your body changes when and only when the pituitary system signals the
proper hormone balance adjustments in the proper order, and not before."
(I'm sorry if this is boring you, but this is how my wife talks.)

   "You said it didn't hurt, mom," said Amelia.

   "Different kind of hurt, Amelia." Talim slid over to me, grasped my
penis and began gently squeezing it.  She looked up at me and smiled
calmly. It seemed a more sensible action at the time.  "Look at how big it
gets, girls.  Remember, your father is a grown man."

   "It's really amazing to see it up close," mumbled Amelia.

   I relaxed against Talim's hand as my cock grew.  I caught Amelia's eye.
She smiled reassuringly up at me.  Kee stared blankly at my crotch.  "With
your slim pretty hips, it would split you in two!" said Talim to Amelia.

   "They're not...  that..." Amelia didn't finish.

   After a moment, Talim said, "Do you girls ever imagine being married to
your father?" They both looked away.  Talim chuckled softly.  "It's
natural. Every girl with a father worth the name grows up in love with him.
I did.  But you know you don't marry your father.  Little girls grow up and
meet nice boys who are like their fathers.  But you don't realize that
until later." The girls were both leaning on their hands, closer in to
their mother's pumping hand.  "I don't know if you remember Kazi.  He was
my husband before your father.  I was very young.  Everyone said we should
marry.  For a while I thought I was in love with him.  Eighteen. 
Experiencing sex for the first time.  But I gradually realized that I
wasn't.  That's the power that sex can have on you, among other things. 
That's why I don't want to think about you girls rushing into it.  Or
feeling like you're not loved enough in our family.  You should be with a
man only if and because he cares about, respects you and loves you. 
There's no other reason." I bent down and deeply kissed Talim's mouth,
saying I loved her for perhaps the millionth time in our fifteen years.

   The girls both rested against their mother's shoulders, inches from her
face.  I kissed them both in turn, lips to lips, and stroked Talim's hair.
Kee put one hand to her mother's back and another against her sternum,
resting her chin on Talim's shoulder and letting her elbow fall between her
mother's breasts.  Her hand slipped, raking across her mother's breast.  I
saw Kee suck in a breath, then look down and deliberately replace her hand.
A light coating of sweat slicked us all.  Kee felt the size of her mother's
breast, gently stroking around it with her small fingers.  Watching this,
Amelia put her own hand on her mother's other breast.  Her long thin
fingers slid down, lifted it and cupped it underneath.  She experimented
with squeezing her mother, and Talim closed her eyes.

   I noticed that Amelia had edged herself forward.  Her pussy was just
touching her mother's hip, and her own hips were pressing it forward again
and again.  She squeezed her mother's nipple, confusion and desperation on
her face, a need she could swallow.  Talim turned to her and kissed her
face, slowly planting wet kisses up her cheek.  She turned to her mom, and
they pressed their lips briefly together.  Talim bent her head down and
looked at Kee.  She kissed her daughter on the nose, waking her from a
trance.  Talim slid her face across Kee's cheek and whispered into the hair
falling across her ear, "That's very good, baby." Kee looked at her
sister's hand and squeezed her mom harder.  Talim kissed her wetly on the
cheek.  Both girls slid their long hair against the sides of their mother's
head, circling in a slow entranced rhythm with her motions on my cock.

   "Are you going to suck him, mommy?" asked Kee.

   "Maybe," Talim breathed.  "If you want me to."

   Both girls sat up as their mother leaned forward and took my head
between her soft, wet lips.  The hands on Talim's breasts stopped,
mid-grope, as the girls took shuddering breaths watching what their mom was
doing.  I pressed forward, into Talim's mouth, and twined my fingers into
Amelia's and Kee's soft, salty hair.  Amelia slid her free hand into the
dark gap between her legs and her mom's hip.  Their hands gripped Talim's
breasts, off cycle.  Their mouths hung open.  Kee's and Amelia's little
faces were close enough that I could feel them breathing on my dick as it
pulled out of Talim's mouth.

   I couldn't stand it anymore.  I pushed Talim onto her back.  Her bent
legs came up with her as she looked up with dull surprise, landing on the
cushion.  The girls tumbled over with her, landing in a heap in the
v-birth. Before Talim could say anything more than "Wh-?" I pulled her legs
apart and thrust myself into her hot, wet pussy.  "H-Honey?" she gasped as
I jammed my cock hard against the roof of her vagina, still standing up,
working it in again and again, enjoying the angle my cock was pulled down
to, enjoying the strength of her legs as they tried to squeeze together out
of my hands.

   "Oh my god, mom!" Amelia said.

   I ducked my head under the slope of the v-birth and fell on my wife.  My
girls' hands were trapped briefly underneath me, still holding their
mother's breasts.  They darted away.  I thrust again and again into Talim.
Her arms came up around my back as her legs still fought me feebly.  I
mashed my lips to Talim's mouth.  "I didn't plan this!" she gasped
chokingly, then grabbed my hair and kissed me desperately back.  "Oh god.
Look girls.  Look girls!  Where are my girls?"

   I pounded Talim so hard it was making the cushion shake.  Amelia had her
legs apart, lying on her stomach.  One hand was on her mouth.  The other
was working her pussy so hard her hips were a blur.  Her narrow butt was
squeezed tight, thrusting against the cushion.  Kee was clutching a lock of
her mom's hair.  She rolled over onto her back and started rubbing her
little pussy with her open hands.  Talim's arms flattened beside me.  Her
nails dug into my butt.  She reached up, groping for her girls' heads. 
Finding them, she pulled Amelia toward her face.  Amelia flopped an inch
closer, and they kissed.  Talim's wet lips went all over her daughter's
small mouth, licking her, devouring her tight lips.  She pulled Kee in and
wetly kissed her, lapping at her mouth.

   "Mom!" Kee squealed.

   "Mooom," Amelia groaned, on the edge of orgasm.

   Talim grabbed great bunches of their hair, all of it falling together in
a great mass around their heads as those beautiful darting faces licked at
and kissed one another.  Their pretty eyes were shut tight, soaked skin
gleaming, as I pounded my dick as deep into the source of all this beauty
as I could.  "Oh my god baby," I said.  "Oh fuck, Talim!"

   "Mommy?" Amelia looked at her mother, their faces close together, eyes
staring.  Then Amelia's eyes rolled back.  Her legs spasmed into her, her
knees ramming Talim's hip, curling her into a ball as Amelia gave a long,
girlish, desperate cry.  She collapsed, burying her face beneath her mom's
ear, breathing in short, hard spasms.

   Shortly Kee gave a short, sharp cry and shook from her head to her toes.
She lay back, curling off the cushion every time she tried to touch her
pussy.  "Dad?" she said.  I kissed her on the lips and then the face.  She
wrapped her arms around my bicep, pressing herself as tightly as she could
to her parents' conjoined, fast humping bodies.

   I kissed Talim again, her lips slick with her daughters' spit.  She
shook her head, too many feelings happening at once, entirely lost.  I
kissed her, stroking Amelia's face beside her.  "Daddy," Amelia whispered,
sucking on my thumb as it slid over her lips.  Her eyes emerged from under
someone's hair.  Amelia bent her neck and kissed my cheek.  Kee's face was
hovering.  I looked over, and she kissed my other cheek.

   Talim, her arms spread wide, her hands behind our daughters' heads,
buried in their hair, said, "It's just...  so good," as the girls began to
nuzzle her face.

   I eased back.  "Girls," I said, "play with your mother's breasts." Their
hands returned to Talim's chest.

   "Oh," was all Talim could say, looking down.  Amelia smiled up at me,
curling her neck and kissing her mother's face.

   "Use your mouths," I said.  I felt Talim tremble.  I looked calmly into
her eyes, stroking her deeply and evenly now.  The girls reached in and
closed their delicate mouths over her nipples.  Talim's back arched off the
cushion.  She popped off the girls' mouths audibly and they giggled to one
another, redoubling their efforts.  Kee and Amelia girrred, dipping to take
deep mouthfuls as Talim's back jerked around under them.  Kee bit her
mother's nipple (accidentally, I think) and Talim cried out, crushing Kee's
face hard to her chest.  The girls girred again, and Amelia took a nipple
between her teeth, worrying it with a slight shake of her teeth.  Talim's
back twisted over, bumping Kee off her.

   "Mom!" Kee said, and the girls held her down, sucking, nipping,
squeezing and fondling her breasts with their mouths and palms.

   I redoubled, pounding into Talim, and holding inside her as she came. 
She made no sound at first.  Then she yipped as she struggled for breath,
her back curling and uncurling as the girls rode her chest, giggling and
growling.

   "Oh god girls.  It's too much!" gasped Talim, reaching for their
foreheads and pulling them off her breasts.

   "Don't stop," I whispered to them, pushing both of their heads back
where they belonged.  The girls obeyed, both up on their knees now leaning
forward, their cute little butts sticking out.  "I'm going to pound your
mommy," I said.  "Look at how much she likes it." Talim's head was arching
back on the cushion.  I drove deep into her, grinding against her clitoris
every time.  Her hands were on her daughter's sweaty backs.  I noticed that
Amelia had her fingers between her legs again.  "That's it.  Play with
yourselves." Kee reached back and started rubbing herself too.

   I reached down, between Amelia's legs.  She jolted, biting down on her
mother's nipple and eliciting a cry.  Talim came again.  I didn't put my
fingers into Amelia but I drove her fingers in instead, along the wet, hot
slit between her legs, scraping against her thin pubic hair.  Her fingers
went back and forth under daddy's hand, and Amelia whimpered, her face
buried in Talim's breast.  One of her fingers slipped in, and I rubbed her
hard.  "Daddy!" she murmured, her lips around Talim's fat nipple.

   "Just like that," I said.  I rested on that hand, and found Kee's butt
with the other.  She jumped like her sister had, and slipped up against her
mother's face.  She sucked on her mom's earlobe.  Talim turned and kissed
her deeply through panting breaths.  I drove Kee's fingers and the flat of
her palm across the shelf beneath her hips.  I could feel her inner pussy
lips through her hand.  "Keep going, baby."

   "Yes daddy!"

   Those were the last words I said until after.  The tableau of my two
beautiful girls glistening with sweat as they sucked on the breasts of
their desperately bucking, equally drenched mother, their little fingers
blurring between their legs, drove me into a frenzy.  I grabbed Kee and
pulled her up to me, fondling her and kissing her.  I pinched her hard
little nipples between my hands, then pushed her back down onto her mother.
Amelia I grabbed next, hauling her to me, kissing her and dropping her in a
heap on top of Kee and Talim.  I reached between her legs and masturbated
her myself.  Her hand came up around mine and grabbed on, knuckles
whitening and straining against my wrist.  I sucked and bit those perfect,
petite breasts, sucked one entirely into my mouth as promised, and gobbled
the other whole for good measure.  Amelia wrapped her torso around my head.
With a mighty roar, I grabbed all three of them and came, spurting and
hammering and spurting into Talim's pussy, again and again.

   We all collapsed.  Things are hazy for a few moments.  I became aware of
Amelia and Kee stroking my wet hair.  Both were lying on their stomachs
beside us.  Kee had her arm under her chest.  Talim was breathing quickly
and deeply.  "That was a bit savage," I murmured.

   "It's okay, dad," said Amelia.  I reached out and stroked her slick,
sweaty face.

   Talim came to her senses under me with a jolt.  After looking around,
she put her arms around me and pulled me to her, cradling me.  She snaked
an arm down and placed it around Kee, pulling her in too.  Amelia helped,
landing on her other arm and snuggling close.  "I don't really know what to
say at a moment like this," said Talim.  The girls started laughing.  I
started laughing.  It seemed like precisely the right thing to say at a
moment like that.

   I shifted our bodies toward Kee's side of the v-birth and lifted
Amelia's feet across the gap.  She clutched me and giggled.  Talim and I
straightened our cramped legs.  The four of us stretched out on the
triangular cushion, in the forward cabin of the boat, and feel asleep to
the gentle rocking of the swells.

   *****

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