Sailing With My Daughter and Friend
Copyright© 2017 by bstrbrwn1
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Another of the stories I wrote before and thought I would share.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction True Story Incest Father Daughter Cream Pie Oral Sex Voyeurism Nudism
Here is a quick recap for “Sailing” part 1. I had a one-time tryst with my daughter’s best friend before we learned that she was moving out of town.
After Sara left, my family went sailing a few more times before Fall set upon us and forced me to take the boat out of the water for the Winter.
The sailing was still enjoyable, but I will admit I missed it being just the 3 of us and our special sailing times.
My wife was always delighted to be on the water with us and tried to cheer April up. She wasn’t quite the same on the boat.
In the late Fall, April found out that Sara was going to be in town to spend the holidays with her Dad. There was a part of me that was hoping to have a little alone time with Sara as well, but that wasn’t to be. When Sara was in town, she and April spent several days hanging out. Most of that time was at the mall or over at Sara’s house. I thought she might be avoiding me or something.
After the holiday break, April seemed to be more like her old self again.
The school year seemed to fly bye and before I knew it, it was time to put the boat back in the water.
I asked April if she would like to help me get it ready and take it to the dock. She readily agreed and we made plans with the yard to put the boat in the following weekend.
It was a chilly morning in April when we got there. We busied ourselves with last minute touchups of bottom paint and returning some of the items we took off over the winter back in to the boat. By the time they came to get the boat out of the cradle, we had the cushions in place and the beds made. I couldn’t help but take a minute remembering Sara and I on the V-berth. Of course, that brought a twinge of excitement to my loins.
April and I had also managed to get the sails rigged and the boat ready for another season. All-in-all, the only thing left to do was to put her in the water and sail over to her berth.
It took them about an hour to haul the boat over and put her in the water. After that, we started up the engine and prepared to head out.
I asked April if she wanted to steer and she half-heartedly agreed.
As we motored out toward the lake to go around the breakwater, I asked April if she wanted to take a little sail before we put her away for the day.
Seeing how it was about 62 degrees on the water with cool breeze, I wasn’t sure if she wanted to or not.
April said that would be fun and I went about the business of preparing the sails.
Once past the breakwater we raised our sails and April expertly set our course and killed the engine.
We sailed on for about 5 minutes in silence before I finally figured I should say something.
“Is everything ok, hun?” I asked.
“I’m OK dad,” she started. “It’s just not quite the same without Sara here.”
I agreed with her, for my own reasons.
“You could ask your friend Christine, if you wanted?” I posed.
“Christine get motion sickness just sitting in a car, I don’t think that would be a good idea.” She laughed.
I was happy to see her smiling.
“Well, I am sure we’ll have a fun season either way,” I assured her.
April nodded and we continued to sail around for about another hour talking about school and what college she might like to attend.
She quickly reminded me she still had another year to make that decision.
We spent a few more weekends doing the family sailing thing. We only did day sails since the weather was still chilly.
School soon ended on shortly after April’s 17th birthday. We had made a deal with April to go sailing around Aruba if she aced her report card.
Much to our delight, she handed over her card with all A’s.
We spent a glorious week sailing around the islands and exploring new places. I enjoyed the sailing, blue waters, warm weather, and the sites of two ladies in bikinis. It had only been a year but I swore my daughter and grown even more in to a young lady. Every time I would walk up on April sunning herself on the deck, my mind instantly flashed back to seeing her naked form. It would take me a second to realize she was wearing her bikini.
As wonderful as it was to sail and snorkel and explore the islands, I must admit I was happy to get home to my own boat.
Not to mention, while we were gone, the weather had turned from cool to hot!
Since my wife had taken the time off for our vacation, the next few weekends were booked with work.
Saturday arrived and April bopped downstairs in her usual shorts, t-shirt with bikini underneath.
“I guess you want to go sailing?” I asked.
“Well, it is sunny and Saturday,” she beamed.
With that we packed ourselves a lunch, kissed the wife and headed up to the marina.
It was a wonderful day for sailing, but still there was a little sadness in my heart that Sara wasn’t going to be joining us.
We quickly readied the boat and headed off for our sail.
Again, I let April man, err woman the helm as I set the sails.
Once set and he engine off, April set the course for open water.
“Going someplace special?” I mused.
“Well, I spent our vacation getting tan lines, so I thought I would start undoing them today, if it’s OK with you?” she queried.
I wasn’t going to object. I gave her my normal shoulder shrug and “Whatever you wish” expression.
She got a big grin on her face and turned the wheel over to me.
I watched as April removed her tank and shorts, grabbed her towel, and headed for the foredeck.
“Not until we are clear of other boaters!” I hollered.
I got the typical hand wave that told me she heard me as she picked out her usual spot on the deck.
Once we were clear of other boaters, I adjusted our course and sails to give her as much sun as possible.
She must have sensed the change and looked back at me.
As was our routine, I gave her the go ahead nod and sat up and she removed her bikini.
As much as I missed Sara’s naked form on my deck, I couldn’t help but admire my daughter’s body.
She had filled out even more over the past winter. Her puffy breasts from last year had filled in to fuller perky womanly breasts. She had lost what little baby weight she had and put on muscle tone from soccer and swimming.
A ruffling snap from the sails brought me out of my trance and readjusted our course to fill the sails again.
I then became aware of my semi-rigid condition.
It was about a half hour later I went forward to give April a bottle of water. Luckily April was tanning on her stomach when I arrived. I couldn’t help but notice how her tan lines accentuated her firm rear end. April reached up and took the bottle from me and took a drink which gave me a wonderful view of her young breasts.
I guess I must have stood there a little too long as April looked at me and asked, “Anything else dad?”
“Oh, sorry,” I stammered. “I am just amazed at what a beautiful young woman you are becoming.”
April almost seemed to blush and lay back down to her tanning.
Shortly after I returned to the cockpit, I saw April turn back over to her back.
I must admit I was feeling a little guilty ogling my daughter’s naked form, but it was hard not to stop and stare at a beautiful naked body while scanning for other boaters.
It was during one of these stops that I noticed something different and almost didn’t believe what I saw.
My eyes scanned across from port toward starboard and rested on April’s body for a moment when I realized that one of her hands wasn’t at its normal position alongside of her body. Her right hand was lifted and softly caressing her stomach. I didn’t think much of it at first. I quickly looked over to starboard for other boaters then back to April. Her hand was now sliding up between her breasts.
Then I watched as her hand came down and rubbed along her left breast. First her finger circled her nipple and gave it a squeeze.
That image created a squeezing in my suit as well.
I thought I should look away or be doing something else, but my eyes wouldn’t listen to me.
I watched as she rubbed her breast some more and pinched her nipple between her index finger and thumb.
Then I watched as her hand slid down over her flattened stomach toward the tuft of hair between her legs.
She couldn’t be. She wouldn’t do that. My mind was in disbelief.
I was sure she wasn’t going to do that until...
I watched as she brought her knees up, creating a beautiful V as they were slightly spread apart.
I was mesmerized as she returned her hand between her legs. I observed the movements of her hand as it rubbed her magic spot.
Her left hand came up from its position and started to rub on her right breast as well.
“Oh, my God!” shot through my head. I was watching my daughter masturbate!
Once again, I tried to think of what to do or where to look to distract me from what she was doing.
And once again, my mind failed me.
I watched as she rubbed and squeezed. Her hips rocked up and her hand manipulated her sweet spot.
I also became aware that my hand was softly squeezing the erection in my bathing suit.
It didn’t take long before I watched my daughter’s body twitch a couple of times, then she slowly removed her hand from between her legs.
I thought I even saw her bring her fingers to her mouth. I’m sure it was my own perverted imagination.
I started to feel a buildup in my balls as well when I saw my daughter reach for her bathing suit and start to put it on.
That could only mean one thing.
I quickly removed my hand from my erection and tried my best to conjure images that would help dissipate my condition.
I watched anxiously as she got up and headed back to the cockpit.
It didn’t feel like my erection had subsided much by the time she got there. Now I only hoped that she didn’t notice.
April dropped her towel on the settee gave me a slightly embarrassed grin and went below deck and went to the head.
After she was finished in there she came out and brought up our usual lunchtime fare.
I hadn’t even realized it was lunchtime.
As we started to eat, I noticed April only giving me slight eye contact as we made small talk. I was happy that my erection had finally subsided, though the full feeling in my balls was very present.
As we talked I noticed that April seemed a little distracted again.
“Something on your mind?” I asked.
“Just thinking about Sara, that’s all,” she admitted. “It was fun to have someone to talk with when laying up there.”
I had been having a few thought of Sara myself, but I decided to try to make light of the situation.
“Well sorry Hun, but someone should stay hear the cockpit,” I said, trying my best to be amusing.
April just smiled at me and took another bite of her sandwich.
After lunch, we turned the boat around and headed toward land as usual.
As with sailing, one thing you can’t control is the wind.
The wind had positioned itself so our trip back would have very little sun on the deck since it would be blocked by the mainsail.
I suppose we could have taken a much longer course to get back if I had thought about it.
As our boat headed back toward shore April surveyed her tanning area, now covered in shade.
I saw a little frump come across her face, as if to say, “Now where do I tan?”
Of course, the only area with the sun now was the cockpit and side decks aft of the mast.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, already knowing her dilemma.
“Just trying to figure what to do now. My tanning spot is gone.” she replied.
I saw her look down at the cockpit settee and back to the foredeck.
“You could tan here if you wish,” I offered.
I wasn’t sure why I said that. Part of me was hoping she would decide to put back on her shorts and read a book or something.
“Are you sure dad?” she queried. “I mean, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.”
“I’ll be fine,” I stated. “After all, I saw you naked a lot last year.” Then I felt a rush of guilt and embarrassment hit me. Had I just told my daughter I was watching her naked?
In a very nonchalant way, April replied, “That’s true.”
And with that she laid out her towel, sat down and started to remove her bikini.
I watched as she untied her top and let it fall. Her fuller pert 36b breasts floating proudly.
As she started to remove her bottoms she looked up at me and I quickly diverted my stare. Yes, I had been staring at my own daughter.
I continued to watch out of the corner of my eye as she removed her bottoms and laid down on the cushion.
I did my best act at not staring while still take in her naked form. Then I noticed something different.
The year before April always had a nice wide bikini trim that went to the edges of her tan line. Now she had a noticeably smaller “V” shape trim.
I almost felt like it was saying, “This way to heaven!” And then I thought, that soon some boy (if they hadn’t already) was going to be enjoying that special part of her. I must admit, there was a little jealousy running through me.
Looking over my daughter’s naked body I noted there surely was a lot of heaven to go around. From her firm breasts, small eraser sized nipples, down to her flat stomach and toned legs and of course, the small place of pleasure between her legs.
I was once again brought back to reality by movement from my daughter’s arm. She had moved her hand to put her glasses down on her face.
With my glasses on, I took a little solace knowing she couldn’t see my eyes clearly, but I could see if hers were open or closed. Now I couldn’t tell if she was looking my way or not.
That is when I became aware that I my erection had started to return and it might be slightly visible.
I did my best to adjust my position to hide my excitement and tried to busy my mind with sailing and other thoughts.
Though, every time I scanned the horizon my eyes always tracked on to the naked form of my daughter.
Then something happened that threw me over the edge.
My daughter sat up a little to get a drink from her water bottle and as she pulled it away some of it spilled down her front.
I watched as she used her hand to wipe the liquid from her breast, and swore she squeezed it a little. But I’m sure my mind filled that in.
Then she wiped it from her tanned stomach and seemed to need to wipe it from between her thighs.
“Lucky water,” I thought to myself.
When she laid back down she placed one leg over the back of the settee and rested her hand on the crease joining the leg and pelvis, very close to her pubic mound.
I swear I saw her flick her finger through the little patch as she laid there with what looked like a slight grin on her face.
I felt more blood pulsing through my member as my mind dance with incestuous thoughts. I knew I would have to do something about this growing pressure in my balls soon.
I asked April to keep a look out as I needed to hit the head.
April sat up a little so she could easily survey the surrounding area.
I dropped below deck, went in the head, and pulled down my shorts to release my throbbing erection.
As much as I knew it was wrong I quickly stroked myself with visions of my daughter in my head.
My mind replayed the scene of her masturbating on deck and it didn’t take me long before I shot me cum along the bulkhead wall and counter while trying to muffle my grunt of pleasure.
I gave myself a minute to recompose myself. Then I grabbed some toilet paper and started to clean up.
I jumped as I hear a knock on the door.
“You about done in there, I need to go,” came the sweetest voice.
“Just a minute,” I stammered and quickly pulled up my shorts, flushed the paper down the head.
I opened the door and there was my daughter standing naked before me.
I couldn’t help but stop and take in the site from her feet to hear face.
Her face of course was looking at me with the, “Do I get a turn?” expression.
“Sorry,” I said as I moved out of the way. Being on a boat, there isn’t a lot of room and doors are small.
As we moved past each other she seemed to lean in to me a little closer than needed and I felt her nipples brush across my chest.
“I might need to go back in there,” I mused to myself.
As I returned to the cockpit, I started to panic a little thinking I might not have gotten all my cum cleaned up.
I’m not sure I would be able to explain that.
A minute later April emerged back in to the cockpit with a bit grin on her face.
She looked around and realized that we were getting closer to shore and other boats.
She quickly put back on her bikini (much to my sadness) and pulled on her shorts.
April then pulled a diary out of her bag and went about writing.
I tried to ask what she was writing about.
I was quickly informed that a girl’s diary is private property.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to see what she did write about today.
By the time she finished writing, we were entering the marina. We quickly docked and covered the sails. Then we collected our things and headed home.
I was still really turned on by the events of the day and as I climbed in to bed, I tried to kiss and nuzzle my wife’s neck, hoping for one more release.
“Stop please. I’m too tired,” was muttered response. I was almost used to it.
I had some very erotic dreams that night, to no surprise my daughter was in most of them.
The next weekend we all went sailing as a family. We even spent the night anchored out.
Even though I enjoy sailing as a family and being able to spend that kind of uninterrupted time with my wife and daughter, I couldn’t help but feel cheated. I love having my wife with us, but a perverse part of me really wanted more time watching my naked daughter lounging about.
On the weekend of the 4th of July, we made plans for our favorite overnighter. The township north of us does a nice firework show with big ground show as well that is visible from the bay. They have it lined up on a bluff that overlooks the bay and shoreline and the bay is filled with boats.
About 4 years ago, we arrived just before the fireworks started and had a hard time finding a spot that looked safe to anchor for the show.
We decided to head a little further North to see if there was anything better.
To our enjoyment, we came across a small cove behind the bluff. Since you couldn’t see any of the ground display it was virtually empty.
We opted to anchor and see what happened anyway. We were overly pleased with our choice during the sky portion of the fireworks. It almost seemed as though they shot directly over our heads. From then on, we stayed in our little cove every 4th almost always completely alone.
Our plans were almost shattered when my wife told me she had to work the overnight shift this 4th. She was going to cover for the lady that covered for her over our last vacation. So, there wasn’t much she could do. She was disappointed in not being able to go, but insisted that our daughter and I go anyway. I will admit I had mixed feelings about heading out to our special place without her.