An Unknown Relative

by blackrandl1958

Copyright© 2015 by blackrandl1958

Erotic Sex Story: The daughter he never knew he had shows up. That's when things get interesting.

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Father   Daughter   First   .

I was working on my boat and the sun was beating down pretty hard. Some of the wood around a cleat had dry rot and I had found the mahogany to replace it. It's getting harder and harder to find but I got lucky and found some in the back of an old lumber yard. They had forgotten they had it and I bargained them out of it. I don't think they knew what they had.

I went to the cooler for a beer and I had just popped the top when a van pulled up at the end of the pier. It looked like a rental and you don't see many of those at the pier in this part of Mexico. We tend to old, beat-up pickup trucks for the natives and black Mercedes for the drug lords.

A suit got out of the passenger seat and opened the side door. A stunning redhead got out. She had on blue jeans and a white, button up shirt. Her hair was that orange flame you see sometimes back in the States and it hung down past her butt. The two of them came down the pier, checking the names of the boats until they got to me. They saw the name on the side, Jacks Full and they stopped.

The man cleared his throat. "Are you Benson McDonald?" he asked.

"No," I lied. "I'm just a boat repair guy. I can give him a message though."

"Do you know where we can find him?" he asked.

"You give me the message and if he wants to talk to you, he'll find you," I told him.

The girl spoke for the first time. Her voice was low and husky and I wanted her to keep talking. It sent a thrill through me for some reason. She was drop dead gorgeous. She had a tan, which was odd for a redhead, but she had that kind of skin. She was tall and slender and she couldn't hide the size of her breasts under that shirt. Her face was off the front page of a fashion magazine. She had huge green eyes and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her perfect nose. Her lips were full and luscious and she had those high cheekbones that are the trademark of beauty. She was obviously very young, maybe eighteen, I guessed.

"When you see him, tell him that his daughter is in town and looking for him," she said. "My name is Pendry. We're staying at the Flamingo and I'll meet him in the restaurant if he wants to talk to me."

She turned away and they walked back to the van, leaving me standing there stunned. What the hell? I didn't have a daughter. I'd been married once, but my ex got tired of being married to a guy that was only home two months out of the year. We never had any kids and I hadn't heard from her in years. What the hell?

I wondered if this was some sort of scam someone was trying to pull. The problem with that was; no one knew I had money. I did, but I never spent it in the same place twice. The gold I found on that wreck off the coast of Bolivia had never been reported and I had converted it into a dozen different currencies in a dozen different countries over a decade. I couldn't even imagine how they found me. I try to make it hard to find me. I don't use cell phones and I don't use computers. I haven't been in the States for fifteen years and I had changed berths twice this year. I must have slipped somewhere.

I sat down and drank my beer. The Jacks Full is a comfortable old tub. It was built for a Columbian drug lord back in the seventies and she was a mess when I got her. I had her in tip top shape now. She had 120 feet of waterline and three nice roomy cabins. Her twin diesels could make 20 knots in a good sea and I had a nice little 24 foot runabout I towed. I finished the deck work and put on a coat of spar varnish while I thought about what was going on.

When I was done I had made up my mind. I would check the situation out and see what was up. Whatever happened I knew I had to see that gorgeous girl again. I showered and put on khakis and a polo shirt and my best deck shoes. I sprayed a little body spray on and brushed my teeth. I got the little Glock 9mm auto out and put on a rig. I pulled on a black jacket and looked myself over. I'm 40-years old. A life on the water gave me that deep-water tan and I have blonde hair, bleached almost white by the sun. I keep it short and bristly. I had put on about five pounds and I knew I needed to take it off. It gets harder the older I get. I'm six four and weigh 240 pounds in fighting trim. I have an exercise room with a treadmill and lots of free weights that I spend a lot more time in than I want to.

I put on my Oakley's and went down to the car. I have a 1969 El Camino Super Sport. It's red with the black Chevy SS stripes. It's a 396 stroker and it rumbled to life, turning a few heads in the parking lot. I drove to the Flamingo and checked the front desk. They didn't have a Pendry McDonald registered. I thought for a minute. They did have a Pendry Roberts. I called her room and heard that husky little voice over the phone. I told her I had contacted Benson McDonald and he wanted to meet her. She agreed to meet in the restaurant in an hour. You needed reservations to eat at the Flamingo so I made them for an hour later and I went to the bar. I watched a soccer game, drank a beer and ate peanuts. I was waiting when she came down and she had the suit with her.

"Where's Mr. McDonald?" he asked.

"Who wants to know?" I asked him.

"I represent Reilly, Swindoll and Crouch," he said. "We're a law firm."

"You should represent yourself," I told him. "Dinner reservations are for two. If you want to make an appointment with Mr. McDonald you'll have to make your own. This one isn't for you."

He looked at her and she nodded. He disappeared and I offered her my arm. She took it and the guy at the desk seated us.

"So, you're my father," she said.

"I'd like to be, but no; I don't think I am," I told her. "Maybe we can just be friends."

Any further conversation was interrupted by our waiter. I ordered us a bottle of wine and he left menus and went to get the wine.

"I'm not old enough to drink wine," she told me.

"I don't think they care," I said. "I won't tell anyone. We should wait until we order and then we can talk about this. Is that ok?"

"Yes," she agreed. "I didn't know what to expect. Was that really your boat?"

"It is," I told her. "Do you like boats?"

"I'm from Nebraska. We don't have much ocean in Omaha,"

"I don't want to pry," I said, "but do you mind telling me how old you are?"

"No, I don't mind. I'm seventeen. I think you're forty."

I chuckled. "I'll want to know how you know that."

The waiter came back with our wine and poured us a glass. I ordered an appetizer and he went away again.

"If you're going to be around a few days I'll take you out and you can see if you like boats," I told her.

"I'd like that," she said. "I don't know how long I'll stay. We'll talk more about it later. Do you live on the boat?"

"Yes, I like being able to move any time I want to. I've always loved the ocean and I spend most of my time at sea."

"Don't you get lonely out there?"

"Yes, but sometimes I take a lady. I like good books and good music. I have lots of both. I fish; take a smuggling job now and again and that's how it's always been."

The waiter came back with our appetizer and took our orders. When he went away she sipped her wine and looked at me with those big green eyes.

"Why do you think you aren't my father?" she asked.

"Well, one kind of knows these things," I told her. "I was divorced when you were born if you're seventeen. I was at sea somewhere in another hemisphere."

"I know. Your wife was Lisa Jenkins. She was an elementary school teacher. She was my mother."

I was stunned. "You're Lisa's kid? Why is your name Roberts?"

"Her third husband adopted me."

"So what makes you think I'm your father," I asked her.

"Mom told me you were six months ago," she said. "She was pregnant with me when she divorced you. She told me she didn't want her daughter to have an absent, merchant marine father. She loved you, you know."

"She loved me so she divorced me?" My world was crashing down around me.

"She divorced you because she knew your first lover was the sea. That's what she told me."

"I was willing to give that up," I said. "I told her I would. I'd have shoveled rocks for a living to be with her."

"She knew that too, but you would never have been happy. She couldn't live with that. She wasn't a strong person, Mr. McDonald. She was just strong enough to set you free." There were tears in her eyes.

"Hey, kid; don't cry. Don't call me Mr. McDonald either. My name is Benson."

"Ok," she wiped away a tear.

Our food came and it was very good. The Flamingo was living up to its reputation. I poured her another glass of wine.

"I'm willing to take a paternity test if you want me to," she said. "Mom never lied to me though. I don't think she was lying about this. I don't know what her motive would be."

"Well, the timing is right. We had a hell of a two weeks before I shipped out for Argentina. I guess that's too much information. It's possible, Pendry."

"You can call me Penn," she said. "Everyone calls me that."

"I might sometimes," I told her. "I like Pendry though. I have to ask you, how did you find me?"

"I got Mom's lawyers to hire the Pinkerton Agency," she said. "I've been looking for you for six months."

"You're talking about Lisa like that's a story that's come to an end," I said.

"She had ovarian cancer," she said, choking back a little sob.

I couldn't stand for this beautiful girl sitting across from me to be unhappy. I didn't know what to say.

"I'm very sorry, Pendry. She was a hell of a woman. I've never loved anyone the way I did her. Again, I have to ask you, why were you trying so hard to find me?"

She poked at the last bite of her steak with her fork for a minute. When she looked up her eyes were full of tears. "You're all I've got," she said. "I thought ... I thought... ," she broke down.

I couldn't stand it.

"If you're through, let's get out of here," I told her.

She nodded and I paid the tab. I gave her my arm and we walked outside to the El Camino.

"Is this your car?" she asked.

"Yes, do you like it?"

"I love it," she said. "I love the muscle cars. I have a '70 Chevelle SS this same color."

"Want to drive," I asked.

"Really? I don't let anyone drive my car," she said.

"I don't either," I told her. "I've never had a daughter before though. I let her drive my car."

I handed her the keys and she fired it up. "What's it got?" she asked.

"It's a 396 stroker," I told her.

"I know what a stroker is," she said. "This is so cool."

She punched it once we hit the street and the big Quadrajet howled as the secondaries opened up. It fishtailed a little as the fat tires grabbed for traction and she had it to sixty before she backed off.

"This is hotter than my Chevelle," she said. "I've got a 350 with a radical cam and a Holley. It's got Hooker headers and a FlowMaster exhaust. Mine sounds better."

I laughed. "I'm going to fall in love with you, baby. Take a left here and this will take us to the boat."

She parked and held my hand as we climbed aboard. "Want a beer?" I asked her.

"No, I don't like it," she said. "I did like that wine though."

I got her a glass and a beer for myself. We sat together on the sofa in the lounge and I put on Earl Klugh. The air conditioning felt good and she took her shoes off and put her feet on the coffee table. The mellow jazz guitar sounded crisp and clean.

"You were telling me why you wanted to find me," I said. "Now don't cry, it's going to be ok. Just tell me whatever you want to."

"I can't help it," she said. "I was looking for you because I thought ... I thought... , ' she couldn't continue. She sobbed brokenly and I put my arm around her and hugged her.

"What, baby?" I asked.

"I thought you might want me," she sobbed and buried her face in my shoulder. "I don't have anyone else and I don't know what I'm going to do if you don't want me. I'm almost out of money and I'm desperate."

"You're not almost out of money," I told her. "I have lots of money and it's all yours if you need it. Forget about that. What did you mean when you said you thought I might want you?"

"I thought if I was nice to you and you thought I was pretty and a really good person you might want me to stay with you," she sobbed.

"Baby, baby; you're breaking my heart," I pulled her close to me and held her tight. "Don't cry like this. You're going t kill me. Let me just get used to having you for a minute."

I gave her some tissues and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. She stopped shaking so much and snuggled up against me.

"You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen," I told her. "I like everything I've seen about you so far. This is all new to me. Are you sure you want to stay with me?"

"No, but I want to find out," she said. "I don't know you except what Mom told me about you. Do you think you might want to get to know me?"

"More than anything," I told her. "I didn't even know I had you until today. My God, Penn; if I'd known I had you I'd have been part of your life all along. I'm not some dead beat dad. I didn't know."

"I know. Mom never wanted you to know for some reason. Should I call you Benson or Dad?"

"It doesn't matter," I told her. "You can call me crazy if you want. I just want to hear you talk. I just want to look at you and hug you and love you. Jesus, girl, you've turned my life upside down. Look at you! How did you turn out so gorgeous? You're going to break hearts all over the world."

She laughed and it was the most wonderful sound I'd ever heard. I was going to make her do it often.

"Who are you kidding," she said. "I'm a wreck. I know my eyes are all red and puffy from crying. My makeup is a mess too and I feel like a fool."

"You look beautiful to me," I told her. "There's a head over there that you can wash you face in. There's makeup and girl stuff in the top left hand drawer if you can use any of it. Visine is in the cabinet over the sink."

I could tell she would want to primp a little. She got up and went in. I watched her walk away, a tall willowy bundle of sexy. She had a fantastic butt under the little green sundress she had on.

Stop it, asshole, I told myself. She's your daughter and she's seventeen, for God's sake.

She looked like new when she came out. She came right back and snuggled up against me again. She sipped her wine and looked up at me with those emerald eyes.

"Tell me a plan," she said.

"I don't have one," I admitted. "I don't know anything about seventeen-year-old girls. Tell me what you want to do. I told you we have money. Do you want to go back to Omaha and finish school? I can make that happen. You have to tell me how you wound up in Omaha sometime. You could go to school here. There's a large expatriate community here and they have a school. You could take some time off and hang out with me. You could start again next year. Do you like school? Do you think you want to go to college? If so, where would you like to go? See, I don't know enough about you to make a plan."

"I don't want to go back to Omaha," she said. "I do want my car though. I want to stay with you, wherever you're going to be. I do like school. I was third in my class in Omaha. I'll go here if that's ok. I do want to go to college and I want to go close to wherever you're at. If I waited until next fall, could we take the boat and travel around for the rest of the year?"

"Yes, I was planning to do that anyway. The school can wait as long as you want it to. I am in favor of you going. College too. A person should have an education. I'm glad you're smart. It will help you all through life. God, Penn, we've got so much to catch up on. Will you stay with me tonight?"

"I just need to get my stuff at the hotel and send the lawyer home," she said.

"Why is he here?" I asked her.

"You have to sign some papers to take custody of me," she said. "You also have to sign as executor of Mom's estate. She didn't have much but we have a little house in Omaha and our household stuff. I'm going to vote for selling it all. How do you think we can get my car?"

"I'll hire someone to go and haul it down here," I told her. "What's this custody thing though?"

"I'm a minor child," she said. "You're my father. If you don't take me, I'll become a ward of the state. You're going to take me, aren't you?" she began to tear up.

"Stop that, Penn. Of course I'm going to take you," I told her. "How could you doubt it? What have we been talking about here? I just didn't think about you being a minor."

She smiled and the tears went away. "I'm going to be so good for you," she said. "I won't be any trouble, I promise and I'll help you with everything. I'll do everything you say."

"No, you won't, because I'm not going to tell you to do anything," I told her. "That's the rule for you staying. You're an adult and you're going to behave like one. You take responsibility for your own decisions. If they're good, I'll be your biggest cheerleader. If they're not, you take the consequences. No whining or trying to evade responsibility. I'll help you all I can, but I'm not exactly a paragon of wisdom and virtue myself. You're probably a much better person than I am. You'll probably need to help me. I've never been a father before, you know. Deal?"

"Yes; it's a deal," she said. "Dad, I think I'm going to love you."

I put my arm around her and walked her to the car. I knew I was going to love her.

We got her stuff and I signed the papers. She gave instructions to the lawyer and he asked me if that was ok.

"Just do what she tells you to do," I told him. "What's wrong with you, dude? I don't know anything about this."

"As executor..." he started in.

"Stop," I cut him off. "As executor I'm telling you to do whatever she wants to do. Got it?"

He did and we didn't see him again. I made some phone calls from her room and got a trailer started north to pick her car up. She gave me her bags and we put them in the back of the El Camino. She drove us to the boat and I helped her unpack her stuff. She didn't have much. I wondered how much they'd been struggling financially.

"Pendry, is this all your stuff?" I asked her.

"Well, I have a few more things back at home. Why?"

"You weren't kidding about being nearly out of money, where you?"

She cried a little. "No, it cost a lot for Mom's treatments. We were pretty pinched for a long time."

I hugged her tight. "Come with me, baby," I took her hand. She followed me to the bridge and I told her to open the safe. I gave her the combination and she knelt down and opened it. She gasped when she looked inside.

I knelt beside her. "You can use as much of this as you need," I told her. "When you spend it all, we'll go to the bank and fill it back up again. Memorize that combination. The documents that give you access to all my accounts are in here. I'll set it up so that they're all joint accounts with you. That way, if something happens to me, you'll be fine. I want you to take five thousand dollars out right now. That's your walking around money. I keep that much too. When you spend some, you come back here and replenish your supply. I want you to always have money in your pocket. Some of the places we go, a bribe is the way of life. Money can get you out of a lot of jams."

She threw her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. She clung to me and sobbed for nearly five minutes. I kissed the top of her head and held her while she got it out of her system. She looked up and me and kissed my lips.

"Thank you, Dad. I'll always remember this," she said.

I made her take out the money and I took her shopping. She loved the market and she loved the dresses. They were all white cotton with intricate embroidery on them. They were very cheap and she bought bunches. There was a department store too and she bought lots of American teenager type clothes and an iPod. She got a laptop and a tablet and software for them. We went to the local equivalent of Wal-Mart and she bought all sorts of personal items. She got make up and feminine stuff and we packed it all into the El Camino. Her eyes were shining with excitement and I could tell that she hadn't done something like this in a long time, if ever.

We carried all her stuff into her room and she put it where she wanted it while I cooked dinner. I had some spiny lobsters on ice and I walked down to the pier and bought bread and fruit. I baked potatoes and steamed fresh vegetables. The lobsters went in the pot and I cut up the fruit. I called her and she came to the table in a new dress. It was white and loose with a red and green vine embroidered on it. It was nearly transparent and very light. It floated around her and she obviously didn't have anything on underneath. It came to mid-thigh and her legs were long, tanned and slender. Her feet were bare and she put her hair up in a messy bun. She was fantastic and her white teeth flashed in her tanned face when she saw that I appreciated her.

We cracked the lobsters open and dug out the meat. I fed her pieces dipped in drawn butter. She giggled and laughed a lot. The butter ran down her chin and we used it on the baked potatoes too. I had sour cream and chives and she liked them both. We fed each other fruit on bamboo skewers and drank the rest of the bottle of wine.

"You're a fantastic cook, Dad," she said.

"I had good ingredients and good company," I told her. "I'll need you to help me pick out things for the menu that we can put in the freezer and in the refrigerators before we leave. I don't know what you like."

"I like this," she said. "I don't like raisons or coconut. Anything else is good, but I'll go with you. This is exciting!"

We sat on the sofa with our legs up and she put hers across mine. We snuggled up and she told me all about her life. I drank in every detail, just basking in the sound of her voice. It was low and musical and I wondered if she sang. I asked her and she said only for her own entertainment.

She did play saxophone, flute, guitar and bass and she was learning drums. I asked her if she wanted instruments and she did, but she would be happy with just a guitar. I promised to get her one and that made her very happy. Maybe we could get the others when we came back for her to start school.

She was a runner and I told her she would have to be satisfied with the treadmill while we were at sea. She lifted four days a week and I was looking forward to working out with her. When we got around to boys, she blushed a little.

"I had a boyfriend when I was a freshman and a sophomore, but when Mom got sick and I couldn't spend much time with him he dumped me. I've been out a couple of times in the last six months, but they were tools. I just wanted to have fun and they just wanted to feel me up."

I laughed. "You can't blame them for that, Pendry. That's what boys do, especially when the girls look like you."

"Thanks," she said. "I'm not opposed to a little feeling up either, but not constantly and that's all they want to do."

"You're learning," I told her. "In my experience, and I was one, teenage boys are mostly about sex. When they grow up, they get better. They get more interested in you as a person and not just your boobs."

"I have nice ones," she said.

"I noticed," I told her. "You take after your Mom."

One of them was pressed up against my arm and it was obviously bare underneath that thin cotton. I could feel a hard nipple against my arm. Every time she moved it swayed and jiggled against me and it was very distracting.

It was getting late and she started yawning. It was contagious and I told her that old men and young children needed their sleep. She could sleep as long as she wanted the next day and I wasn't planning to get up early either.

She stood up and kissed me goodnight and went off to her cabin. I heard music playing and I went to bed.

I got up at ten the next morning and she hadn't come out yet. I walked down the pier to the bakery and bought pastries and chocolate milk. When I came back I heard water running in her shower and when she came out she had on an orange and red wrap. It was thin and filmy and it looked like she had a bikini on underneath. We ate pastries and drank a quart of chocolate milk between us. I asked her if she wanted coffee and she did. We sat on the deck and sipped our coffee. She told me she needed some sunglasses.

I told her to go look in the drawer next to the wheel and see if she liked any of them. She came back in a few minutes with a pair of black Ray Bans.

"You have lots of nice glasses," she said. "Can I have these?"

"You can have any of them except my gray Oakley's," I told her. "I'll get you different ones if you want some."

"No, I wouldn't find any that I like better than these," she said. "Dad, can we go to the beach and swim today?"

"Sure, why not. I'll have to cancel all my appointments but it's ok." I told her.

She laughed and it was just as much fun to hear as the first time. "Right," she said. "Were you meeting with the Senator today, or was it your proctologist?"

That made me laugh. "Do you want to take lunch or get it at one of the places on the beach?"

"Let's get it there. It won't give us dysentery, will it?"

"Depending where you go and what you eat, yes, it will," I told her. "You should always ask me before you eat or drink anything. I've been meaning to ask you, can you shoot?"

"You mean like a gun?"

"Yes, can you shoot a pistol?"

"Yes, did you want me to shoot someone?"

"Yes, if they attack you. This is a dangerous place for a beautiful young American girl; especially one with your hair. You'll be a target. I'd rather you be able to protect yourself. A lot of places we go to will be like that. There won't be a policeman on the corner and if there is he may be more dangerous than the person attacking you."

"What kinds of guns do you have?"

"Let's take a look," I led her down to the arms locker. I have quite an assortment and she took a nice little Beretta .38 auto. I got her a thigh holster for it.

"I don't know how to put that on," she said.

I knelt in front of her and she pulled her wrap up to the top of her thigh. It was firm and tanned and her skin felt like silk under my fingers. I fastened to holster around it and she shivered at the touch of my fingers. She put the gun in and dropped her wrap. It wasn't visible and I got her another thigh harness to carry her money in. I put that one on her too and she shivered again.

"You have beautiful legs, baby," I told her. "Beautiful skin too."

"Thanks," she blushed a little. "Should I put my money in it?"

"Yes, you should carry it all the time. The gun too. I'll get you a belt you can wear under your shirt and if you're wearing jeans or something you should carry a purse to keep your gun in. Let's get some towels, sunscreen and something to drink and hit the beach."

She wanted to drive and she couldn't keep her foot out of the El Camino. I directed her and we arrived in about 20 minutes. This was off the beaten tourist path although there were some all over the Baja. We were outside La Paz where the boat was docked and the sand was white and the water was blue. We pulled off the road and she parked on the grass.

We walked down to the beach and put towels down. I put up an umbrella in case we wanted shade and she sat on the towels and took off her wrap. She had on the tiniest red bikini I've ever seen. It was just two little triangles of cloth that barely covered the tips of her breasts; connected by little strings that ran around her back and around her neck. There was another little triangle that covered hardly anything between her legs, connected by strings to another over her butt. The fact that it was crocheted didn't help. The loops were denser over her nipples so that they didn't show and at her crotch, but there was very little else that wasn't visible.

I knew I was staring with my mouth open like a drooling idiot, but I couldn't stop. I was glad I had the Oakley's on so she couldn't see my eyes. She knew though. She arched her back and her breasts pushed out proudly, accentuating her small waist and the curve of her back down to her incredible butt. She was all softness and youthful beauty. She looked at me and giggled.

"I can feel your eyes," she laughed. "Go ahead, get it out of your system."

"I'm not sure you're the kind of thing I can get out of my system," I told her. "Jesus, you grew up nice, baby. I want to look at you forever."

"Would you like to touch?" she giggled. "I'll let you put sunscreen on me if you'll let me do you?"

"Well, I hardly ever use the stuff," I told her. "I've been out here so long that I rarely burn. I may take you up on that, though."

"Let's swim first," she said.

We played in the shallower water for a while and I went and got snorkels and fins out of our bag. We swam out over the reef and joined with the schools of brightly colored fish. She found an octopus in a crack and we teased it out. It squirted ink and jetted away when we got too threatening for its comfort. We caught four big spiny lobsters and I put them in a sack. There were big scallops by the dozens and we added them to our catch. I towed the sack back close to shore and went to get a stick to tether it with. The brush was up by the road and I heard the sound of vehicles coming down the beach. I hurried back and saw six ATVs and a big four wheel drive pickup truck. Pendry was just coming out of the water and they had surrounded her.

They were saying things to her that they thought were complimentary, but they were in Spanish and she didn't like the situation at all. I could tell she was frightened and I quickened my pace. I saw that they were some of Diaz's soldiers. He's the local drug kingpin. They saw me coming and they stopped talking.

"Buenos Dias, muchachos," I said.

"Holla Senor McDonald," one of them said. "Es este chica bonita con tu?"

"Si, esta mi hija," I said.

"Lo siento," he said. "Yo no sabia. Te dejamos solos. Ella es muy hermosa."

They roared off and she quickly came and put her arm around me. "What was that all about," she asked.

"They didn't know you were with me," I told her. "They nearly made a mistake and they apologized. They said you're very beautiful and left."

"I would have been in trouble if you weren't here," she said.

"Yes, but I am here and nothing's going to happen to you."

"Why did they leave?"

"They respect me and they're afraid of me," I told her.

"Why?" she asked.

"I did a big favor for their boss once. I have the reputation of being a bad man to mess with. That combination keeps the locals polite. I told them you're my daughter. Their boss would have them tortured to death if they harmed you. He would have them shot for just speaking to you without my permission. They'll spread the word and leave you alone. That doesn't apply to everyone though. There are a lot of desperate people in third world counties that just have no idea of who not to fuck with. You're going to attract attention wherever we go. You're the most beautiful girl any of them have ever seen and to them, you're exotic because you're a redhead and an American. That's why we carry guns."

"Ours are in the bag," she said. "What would you have done if they'd been hostile?"

"They wouldn't be in the bag if I thought we were in any danger here. I'd be sitting by the bag and you'd be swimming by yourself."

I tethered out the lobster bag in the surf and we went and ate a late lunch. There was a little stand about a mile away I knew about. They roasted their meat on a vertical roaster and they carved it off and put in on tortas. We had chips and Cokes. We ate peaches for dessert and they were good juicy ones. The juice ran down Pendry's chin and her hands were all sticky. She ran laughing back to the water. She beckoned to me and I joined her at a more dignified pace. We played a little more and she was ready to go. I never got to put the sunscreen on her and that was disappointing, but she had a good time and that was what mattered.

We dropped the lobsters and scallops on ice and then showered and changed. I wore a red Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts with flip-flops. She came out with a short blue skirt and a loose white top. Her breasts were shaking around freely under it as she took the stairs two at a time. She caught me looking and grinned, cupping them at me.

"Nice, huh," she teased.

"Jesus, Penn, don't you ever wear a bra?" I asked. "You're going to make me have a heart attack."

She laughed. "Sometime I do when I think they'll flop around. What are we going to do?"

"We're going to make a shopping list," I told her. "Where do you want to go and how long do you want to stay out?"

"South; and I want to stay out forever," she said.

I laughed. "South is a big place and forever is a long time."

"Let me look at a map," she said.

I took her to the chart table on the bridge and we got out maps to look at. She looked it over and found something. She got a magnifying lamp and pulled it over the map.

"There," she said, pointing to a spot. "I want to go there."

'There' turned out to be Santa Cruz Island in the Galapagos chain. It was a long way, but doable.

"I want to see the Southern Cross," she said. "Ever since I heard that song by Crosby, Stills and Nash, I've wanted to see the Southern Cross."

"You a big fan?" I asked.

"Oh, yes; how could I not be? Music will never be that good again," she said.

I made some calculations. "That's almost 3000 miles," I told her. "It's going to take us probably 20 days to get there. Are you sure you wouldn't rather fly?"

"That's silly," she said. "We're trying to find out if I like boats, remember?"

"I forgot," I told her. "What if we drive one another crazy?"

"Then I'll kill you and eat you," she said.

That broke me up. "Ok, we need to do some serious grocery shopping then. We can sail down the coast and pick up fresh stuff occasionally, but it's best to go prepared. We'll make a list. I know staples that we need. You work on menus. If we plan our meals we'll know how much of what we need."

It took us two hours to make that list. We went off to make orders and by the time we finished it was dinner time. I took her out and we ate traditional Mexican food. She loved it all and we went to bed full of anticipation for setting sail tomorrow.

I woke up early and the fuel barge was already moving along side. We topped off the tanks and filled up the fresh water tanks too. Pendry went off to buy breakfast and by the time she got back the truck with our supplies had arrived. They had a working party and they quickly got everything on board and stowed away while we ate.

We cast off and I took us out, Pendry standing beside me with her arm around my waist and leaning against me. She had on another of those white cotton dresses. This one had a pretty red and blue pattern embroidered on it. Her feet were bare and her hair floated around us in flaming waves. She laughed with delight at everything we did and her excitement was contagious. I let her steer once we got out into the Pacific. She leaned back against me and I stroked that flaming hair. The big diesels throbbed and the gulls screamed along in our wake.

She went out and fed them bread and she thought their antics were hilarious. I hate them. They're the rats of the ocean and they become very aggressive if you give them the slightest encouragement. She wasn't as jaded as I was and she loved them. She loved the dolphins even more when a pod came in and dove in and out of our bow wake.

She was impossible not to love. She stole my heart that first day and I never recovered. She was totally in love with life and she woke me up to what I had been missing for years. I had imagined that I was happy before, but this was something new for me.

She was very physical. I'd never been hugged and petted on so much in my life. She constantly wanted to be in contact with me, her arm around me, her hand on me, her body pressed against mine. She chattered constantly and the sound of that sweet little husky voice made my heart full. When we anchored off in the evening she lost the dress for a bikini and that was all she ever wore while we were under way. She lay on the front deck and soaked up the sun every afternoon and the sight of her made it impossible for me to look at anything else. She tanned topless and when she rolled onto her back and those big beautiful breasts were exposed it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. She knew I could see her, but she had absolutely no modesty around me. She was entirely comfortable with her own body and in her own skin.

The third night we were out a hell of a storm blew in and we bobbed up and down like a cork in a bottle. The lightning crashed and the thunder rolled. It was nothing dangerous but Pendry didn't know that.

She knocked on my door at two in the morning.

"Dad?" she called. "Can I come in? I'm scared. Are we going to sink?"

She didn't wait for me to answer; she just came running to my bed and climbed in. She was shaking and trembling. I held her close and petted her hair.

"No, baby; we're not going to sink," I told her. "We can take a lot heavier sea than this. This is just kind of a middle sized storm. There's nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, Penn, I'm sure. We'll just sleep it out and it will be gone in the morning. We're fine, I promise. Go back to bed and get some sleep."

She clung to me. "No, Dad; don't make me. I don't like storms. We had a tornado in Omaha once and I've been afraid of them ever since. Let me stay. Just hold me and I'll be ok. Please?"

"Ok, baby," I turned back the covers and she scooted in. She had on a long t-shirt for a nightgown and she burrowed into my chest. I wrapped her up in my arms and we drifted off.

When I woke up in the morning, she was spooned up against me. My arm was over her and her butt was pressed into my groin. There was something going on down there that wasn't supposed to be happening. My cock was hard as a steel pole and it was nestled between the cheeks of the butt pushing back into it.

I felt her little hand move and she pulled on mine. She moved it up until she pressed it over one full breast. She pushed it firmly onto that glorious mound and I could feel her nipple, rock hard beneath my fingers.

"What are you doing, baby?" I whispered.

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