Chapter 14: Family in Crisis

Kylie and I remained on that balcony for maybe twenty minutes in silent contemplation of the beauty, if not ethereal splendor of that particular night. The only communication necessary then, being to caress her arms and shoulders once in a while and to nuzzle up against her neck whispering such words that I hoped would convey the full extent of my feelings for her. A few times she turned her head to me and just smiled prettily. The need for physical exertion was long past and eventually she picked up her dress and slipped it over her shoulders even as she sat on me. As she smoothed it over her hips, I zipped it up for her, aware suddenly of just how intimate a gesture that actually was. Equally as sharing and as sexual in its performance as anything that had preceded it.

Kissing me as tenderly as she knew how, she just whispered “Goodnight dad. Go to Natalie now, she needs you as much as I do.”

I needed them more than anything I realised.

I could see Michelle snuggled up against her father as I crossed the room. She was just a little girl like all the rest of them. So obviously trusting of him, she was sound asleep, his arms around her encircling her young breasts as he held her to him. Jerry was fast asleep too. I wondered if they had been active a little earlier. I was sure they would have, Michelle would have seen to it. Besides, the happy if not angelic look on her face virtually guaranteed the fact!.

Natalie was almost asleep – completely naked. How could one father have so many impossibly sexy daughters? As I climbed in, she half-stirred and I pulled her to me. I kissed her neck and allowed my hands to slip under her arms and then to gently caress her enticingly warm breasts. She made a little sound like “mmmmmm.” I nuzzled her deeper as I fondled those beautifully soft and pliant mounds upon which her nipples were indisputably hardening.

“Make love to me dad,” she murmured, still three-quarters drowsy.

Has it come to your notice by chance, just how sexy and satisfying it is to penetrate a girl when she is half-asleep? The “possessional” and “submissive” factors come readily into play when you are able to push further and further into her as she just sighs and wriggles in a barely conscious condition. Natalie just lay there on her side, having turned to face me. Holding her leg up slightly I just permitted myself the luxury of pushing in between the folds of her labia as she lightly groaned with anticipation. I kissed her and continued penetrating her gently until she simply fell asleep as the rhythmic pleasure overcame all else. Very gently I eased her onto her back.

Even by such moonlight as had found its way into that cabin, I could see clearly her sweet and quite innocent expression as she slept there, one hand on her tummy the other on the pillow. The night’s activities would have fairly exhausted her, as it would have all of them. Slowly I parted her legs and knelt between them. She barely stirred as I penetrated her once more. More than anything, I wanted her to stay asleep this time.

Her compliant little pussy was making me so hot I found it hard to restrain myself but by necessity, I stuck with the game plan and intruded upon her womb’s antechamber as one might a very young virgin. That she felt pleasure, even asleep, was quite obvious by the lightest of sounds issuing from her lips and a few satisfied half-smiles on her pretty face. Occasionally I would kiss her breasts and at one stage she even raised her own hand to her nipples, pleasuring herself in her unconscious state.

I could feel her vaginal muscles engaging automatic clamp-mode even as my own pleasure reached its zenith. Concurrently I became aware that her legs were spreading yet further apart and simply the sensation of being inside her while she remained in so submissive a position, carried me over the edge. Never had I actually “felt” the ejaculatory process more keenly and as I pumped the last few milligrams of remaining sperm inside her, I wished for just the briefest of unintelligent moments, that I was making her pregnant.

Withdrawing, I lay beside her and just watched as she slowly turned on her side, one hand fulfilling an automatic response to cup her pussy protectively. I was asleep myself within five minutes, but not before I kissed her moist, almost pouty little lips just one more time.

The morning brought complete chaos! Think about it - five teenage girls and one bathroom? By the time the last one (Larissa) emerged, a veritable assembly-line of scrubbed, sweet-smelling youth filled the cabin with sexy promise. Not that anyone was thinking along those specific lines I would imagine, given the previous night’s frenetic activities. As I have so often observed, how can these girls look just such untouched and innocent little virgins in the light of a new dawn, given their unrestrained erotic involvement just hours earlier? Jenna especially, has recuperative powers denied the average Tibetan Monk. Even as, smiling sweetly at me from across the room whilst tying her hair back neatly, she called out “Morning daddy!” I knew what she was really thinking. I’m sure she picked-up on my underlying preferences too!

Breakfast was a smorgasboard of optional delights, from an olde English fried platter to a more traditional European-styled croissant and fresh fruit conglomerate. Being British by birthright, the sausages, bacon and scrambled eggs won-out as far as my palate was concerned.

It was later while we all hung out on the private balcony, observing the far distant land mass of Vanuatu, that I realised that for all our memorable interactions at the various Harper gatherings, we had never really spent any time getting to know each other, let alone each other’s daughters. Pleasant as removing the girl’s bras and panties have been all year, plus any and all ensuing debauchery, except for Larissa, I really didn’t know what made them all tick. Thus seated on the extended sea-lounge with my arm around Michelle and Larissa, hugging them to me and chatting on a wide range of subjects of common interest, I noticed Jerry over by the handrail talking animatedly with Jenna. At the other end of the balcony, George, Kylie and Natalie had drawn up three deck-chairs together and I could see him holding each girl’s hand on either side rather intimately, as the three of them chatted away obviously greatly enjoying each other’s company.

That’s really what this cruise inevitably was all about – company!

Quite a strong breeze had blown up and with the girls’ hair billowing around their shoulders albeit quite delightfully, we decided to go back inside. That’s the one advantage of a receding hairline such that the years have inflicted on my good self. Even In hurricane-force winds, I look little different!

Disembarking many hours later at Port Vila, we decided that rather than try to co-ordinate a party of thirty-plus people, everyone would just do their own touristy thing, with the aim of a late rendezvous back aboard The Pacific Princess early in the evening. Wonderfully warm but without any energy-sapping humidity, you couldn’t have asked for more pleasurable conditions. Appealingly dressed young girls as far as the eye could see – and not just in our party either, added to the tropical attractions on display that morning.

“Aren’t we enough for you dad?” Kylie teased, slipping her arm into mine as she walked alongside, fully interrupting my thoughts as I watched a pretty little red-head just ahead of us tying her hair up into a pony-tail as she walked with her family. I have always found it fascinating how girls do that so neatly with no way of seeing what they’re doing.

“Well, since you ask Kylie!...” I replied. She looked-up at me quizzically for a moment before tugging my arm playfully and flashing that sexy little smile she does when the situation calls for it.

Just then, Chloe and Kirsten caught us up and making it obvious they wanted an early-morning hug – who was I to disappoint them? In the skimpy little summer-dress she had on, freshly-washed hair curling up around her shoulders, Kirsten looked for all the world a young teenager now, rather than someone in their second-last year of primary school. She cuddled like one too. Now I really was distracted!

Having first sought their dad’s permission, they asked if they could tag along with Jenna. To be honest, Graham was that busy trying to ingratiate himself between Natalie and Kylie I think he would have agreed to whatever they’d asked. I sure as hell didn’t mind. A couple more hot little teases on site was precisely the kind of therapy I figured I could always use. Under-age or not, I most assuredly wasn’t about to get picky!

Jerry and Michelle were last seen linking-up with Keith, Brittany and Wayne’s cabin-load, all heading off for a few Melanesian delights at a place called Poppy’s on The Lagoon.

The gentlest of “Good mornings” assailed me and my day was complete as Larissa took my hand.

“Ohhh Hi sweetheart,” I said, turning my head and giving her a kiss on the lips, “This is a really nice surprise I don’t mind saying. Where’s your dad?”

“He’s with Warwick, Brianna, Mal and Cathy,” she replied softly, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes, “I don’t know where they’re going – he didn’t say.”

I didn’t care either and holding her tight we crossed the road as Jenna had unfortunately just seen her first souvenir shop. I cursed the fact I had forgotten to cut-up my Amex card before leaving the cabin.

Were I to exhaustively detail the ensuing six or seven hours, readers would understandably be bored to distraction having not purchased this book one imagines, to be regaled with a PG-rated re-run of Gilligan’s Island. I must however make mention of one memorable interlude.

The aptly named Hideaway Island Resort links up with a magnificent Marine sanctuary whose crystal-clear waters are home to amongst other things, the world’s only underwater post-office. Visitors are offered a range of cutesy waterproof letters and postcards which after completing and addressing you have to “mail” by diving into the sea and hand delivering to the postmaster himself who is decked out in full snorkelling gear and seated in a rather natty Vanuatu Post cubicle behind his desk on the sea floor. For young kids in the peak of condition, it is easy enough to hold your breath for the twenty-five seconds or so it takes to ‘deliver’ the item.

All the girls had their bikini swimmers on underneath their dresses/shorts whatever, and gazing at this constant parade of skimpy little tops and bottoms as they discarded their outer clothing, was more than worth the price of admission. Watching Chloe and Jenna as they followed each other into the water I was thinking, “Hell, what a rush for that guy down there, seeing an unending procession of semi-exposed budding young breasts swimming towards you all day. Whatever they paid him, it was way too much!

Even as Kirsten and Larissa hauled themselves back up on to the rectangular diving platform, Paul and his daughter Chantelle turned up. Not having met Graham, I introduced them to one another. The girls of course, all being at the same school, knew each other already.

At the furthest end of the resort the jungle encroaches almost to the breakwater and appearing to be completely deserted along the far beach, the girls all wanted to sunbake for a while. Fortunately, Natalie and Larissa had shown a commendable degree of forward-thinking in bringing a blanket each. Laying them down where we found some shade from the overhanging tropical growth, Most of us squeezed on to them with just Kirsten, Jenna and Chantelle electing to lie face-down on the sand. Hot though not murderously so, Graham, Paul and I shared sun-screen-application duties. Could there be a more pleasurable task?

Cream all over your fingertips bequeaths the masseur almost carte blanche to intrude on semi-indecent areas of the female body one otherwise could barely justify. Graham in particular I noticed, was not one to pass up any such opportunity. Crouched behind Natalie as she knelt in front of him, he clearly was taking his time rubbing lotion into her shoulders while slipping her straps far lower than were necessary. Working his way around to the front I saw his fingers deftly smoothing the cream deep into her cleavage as she protected what fragmentary modesty those skimpy little cups afforded, by holding them tightly to her breasts. She smiled up at him cheekily a couple of times.

I should be so hypocritical! With Chloe stretched out face-down beside me, I was applying lotion to her lower back and with that pert little ass just begging for some meaningful contact, I worked my fingers experimentally beneath her elastic and allowed myself the luxury of smoothing a little more “protection” across the top of those hot little cheeks. Giggling, she turned her pretty head towards me and wriggled that little bottom as sexily as she knew how.

I moved on to Kirsten as Graham indicated to Kylie she should take her sister’s place on the rug. Teasing him unmercifully, she knelt there facing him, holding her hair back off her face with both hands, which of course had the effect of thrusting her breasts out right in front of him. The most inept attorney should have been able to get him off any pending sexual-assault charge by pleading ‘unfair duress’ or ‘temporary insanity.’

Even as I began rubbing lotion onto Kirsten’s shoulders, my eyes were glued to Graham’s applicatory methods. Firstly ensuring that her cheeks, nose and forehead were protected, he made his way south and smothering her neck with block-out, he began working it in. Kylie having let go of her hair now just sat there, breasts as prominent as before, idly watching as he warmed to his task, his fingers now just inches above the curve of her breasts. Looking up, I saw her smile at him and I would swear she wriggled her shoulders suggestively. Seizing the initiative, and using both hands now, he began to massage the very top of her breasts and if that wasn’t a slight gasp of pleasure I heard Kylie give out ... then I’m obviously delusional.

At the point he actually slipped her straps down, exposing her breasts right to nipple level she quite audibly murmured something ... I couldn’t hear exactly. What I was then privy to witness though, brought on measurable cardiac irregularity. Quite without embarrassment, he began working the lotion across and between her breasts, one hand deep inside either cup and massaging her at will. Gravity being what it is, her top slipped completely down exposing her breasts fully and Graham’s ministrations of them. For their part, Larissa, Kirsten, Chloe and Natalie were simply staring open-mouthed at Kylie’s predicament. Jenna was in no position to – lying as she was on her tummy on the far rug, while Paul gave her lower-back the treatment.

“Hold your hair back for me again Kylie.” Graham muttered. I think she would have stripped for him if he had asked her to.

Posed thus, her nipples completely erect now, she could only gasp quietly as he continued rubbing and manipulating those fair-skinned little mounds. He even took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss both her breasts as she knelt there. That which he performed on her left nipple looked more of a quantitative suck but hey, let’s give him the benefit of the doubt on that one. Pulling her top back up for her, Kylie looked marginally disappointed for a second. He had her then lay face down.

“Would you like to do that to me?” broke my reverie. Little Kirsten looked back at me expectantly and I realised her back was awash with block-out.

“Er ... well maybe in a few years sweetheart,” I managed to reply, hastily disposing of the surplus cream in fully legal areas of her young body. Ok ... so maybe I did slip a little low once or twice ... can you blame me?

Having found inarguable success with his earlier modus operendi, Graham saw no reason to change tack. Rubbing oil across Kylie’s back, taking care to work it well into those delightful inward curves just above her hips which had her wriggling noticeably, he came ultimately to her bikini pants that hid little of what lay beneath. Looking across at me for what reason I know not, I simply inclined my head as if sensing his unspoken question.

“Noooo,” she gasped, as he tugged the thin material down sufficiently to reveal the onset of her delightful cleft. “Don’t pull my pants down ... please!” she begged.

By then however, Graham was already rubbing the lotion well below her panty-line and heading lower. Kylie for her part, was certainly no longer being verbally critical of his work-ethic and had begun wriggling in earnest the further south his hands reached.

Ultimately, he didn’t have to pull anything down. The combination of her hip movements and his ever firm massaging of her upper cheeks caused the material to slide lower and lower. In five minutes her entire bottom was exposed and probably so highly aroused herself by then, she let Graham tug them the rest of the way after which she just kicked them off.

Now, it was becoming interesting!

Working his way inside her thighs which had the un-surprising effect of seeing those deliciously tempting and now fully naked legs parting perceptibly, it behove Graham to glance back at me once more. This time, I didn’t need his flight plan – I knew what he had in mind. (my own hand by now had inched its way to within centimetres of Kirsten’s central hotspot) I nodded my acquiescence.

I think he found her G-spot in seconds. Kylie was quite out of control as he slipped God-knows how many fingers up inside her. So spread was she now and so hot was it to look upon, both little Chantelle and Natalie had a hand down their own bikini working the system steadily.

It was one of the quickest orgasms I ever saw Kylie pull down – one of the noisiest too. Problem is ... every girl then wanted the same treatment. We could hardly fuck them all on a public beach although the nearest group would have needed binoculars to even make-out the illegalities being perpetrated. Besides which, it was yet only hours since the previous night’s depravities. There had to be some sense of decorum shown.

Paul already had Jenna’s bikini pants at half-mast I noticed, so pulling them down the rest of the way was the work of but a second. Like her older sister, she was unable to show much restraint once he slipped his fingers up between her slim legs. She didn’t even object to his pulling off her bra additionally, lying then submissively naked for him face down, while he fondled her from neck to crop.

Little Kirsten wanted her own father to “play with her” which suited me – still having understandable qualms about sexually exploiting a ten year old. Thus as Kylie pulled her pants back up and moved to one side, Kirsten positioned herself alongside her dad on her front, giggling madly as he pulled her bikini bottoms down ... not for the first time I would guarantee. Was that one hot little girl?

A plaintive “My turn please,” caused me to turn round – in time to see Larissa on her hands and knees crawling towards me on the rug from where she had been sitting near Natalie. You wouldn’t have needed a protractor and set-square to work out that the angle of incidence between my eyes and her bikini-top was, if not optimum ... life-threatening. And didn’t she know it?

Given that right that moment Graham was committing multiple indictable offenses against his younger daughter, Paul much the same with mine and the other girls all attending to their own little whims and fancies as they watched, I doubt anyone was even looking at us. I kissed Larissa softly on the lips, at the same time slipping a hand down her top where her beautiful young breasts awaited my touch. She whimpered as I grasped her softness, my palm little more than brushing her nipples in passing.

Pulling her to me so that her legs were splayed either side of my lap, I allowed one hand to move up flush between her legs – at that point the bikini pants are the narrowest. So easy then to slip a finger to one side of the elastic and burrow the few centimetres inwards to where girlish innocence once resided but lately was home to a plethora of more adult emotions – love, lust and longing amongst them. Her head on my shoulder now, I pushed in another finger in my quest to please...

Like Kylie, Larissa brought herself to orgasm way quicker than usual. Perhaps the thrill of being fingered in a public place accentuated the pleasure to be had. I must admit I was sorely tempted to move-up a cog or two, and especially with what was in my shorts right about then. As the orgasm washed over her (and my fingers too if the truth be known) the bond we had shared for months now seemed ever closer, my love for her totally superseding the two-way pleasures on offer. I sat there cuddling her for the longest time afterwards, just holding her to me, kissing her softly and realising that never was life ever going to get any better than at this moment.

Chloe I could see, was helping her little sister pull her swimmers back up – I didn’t even get to witness the final stages of her and her dad’s activities. Last I saw he was slipping a finger up between her legs ... much to Kirsten’s pleasure. Obviously he gained a pass-mark for his efforts! Jenna had her pants back on and with both hands behind her, was kneeling there trying to hook her top back up while Paul was making it difficult for her, continuing to fondle and kiss her breasts wantonly through the taut material as she wriggled about on the rug.

Eventually we all settled for what we originally went there for. Some quality sunbaking and multiple sessions in the non-violent surf. For a while afterwards I just sat there watching as, kneeling or squatting on the sand, they all combed out their dripping wet hair, their youthful body-language making me ache once more with desire. Listening to their girlish chatter as they either giggled or frowned quite subconsciously, what I would have given to have been eighteen again. The entire session was to be repeated several times on different beaches over the next few days. The faces may have changed, the wonder of it all didn’t!

That evening, reunited aboard the Pacific Princess and seated at the dinner table, there was no shortage of conversation. Seems we weren’t the only group to have been affected by the tropical sun. Brad, Connor, Jerry, even Luke and Anne, had all partaken of the various forbidden fruits on offer it seemed. The girls certainly had great fun exchanging their various experiences with their counterparts across the tables, to judge by the level of giggling between mouthfuls.

I was mid reverie, considerably more than replete, having finished-off not only my own serving of French cheesecake, but also the remains of Kylie’s that she had been forced to leave behind when Connor had asked her for a quick dance. I vaguely noticed the impeccably dressed young steward approaching.

“Excuse me Sir,” he said, “May I have a word with you?”

“Have several if you wish,” I replied. I was in a good mood.

“Well Sir, is that your daughter?” he asked, indicating the sexy little brunette being twirled around near the live band. Connor’s hand I noticed was somewhat below her Plimsol line.

“It’s one of them,” I confessed, “Why? were you thinking of having her partner placed under house-arrest for indecent dancing?”

The poor guy wasn’t big on humor.

“Ohh, no Sir, I just wanted to ask you a question,” he replied, looking by now quite embarrassed.

“Shoot,” I said.

“Well, its kind of hard to explain Sir, but you see, I was in Cabin 718 last night with two other stewards. We were just delivering a late room-service order.” For a second the implication escaped me.

“And?” I enquired.

“And ... well, we stayed for a bit, if you know what I mean Sir.” Now he was looking guilty as all Hell.

I looked at him. “Surely,” I said, “P & O has rules about its staff fraternising with passengers. Instant dismissal? dishonorable discharge and the like?”

He was almost comatose.

“Y ... Yes, they do Sir, but we just couldn’t believe what we saw ... and a couple of the men there talked to some girls and then asked us if we’d like to stay a while.”

I was quietly imagining in what state of undress Tanya, Brittany, Chantelle and whoever else, must have been in and/or what further was taking place at the time...

“Well anyway ... what is your name by the way lad?” I interrupted myself,

“Ryan Sir.”

“Yeah, well anyway Ryan ... what’s all that got to do with my daughter over there?”

He looked like he was expecting me to punch him in the mouth at any moment.

“Well, the fact is Sir, while we were there (he blushed visibly) two of the girls told us that ... that everyone in your party was doing what we were.”

“And what exactly were you doing Ryan??” I enquired, trying swiftly to gather my thoughts at this point.

“Just what everyone else was,” he stammered, “You know ... doing it to the girls.”

A forced silence ensued.

“I see Ryan,” I said eventually. “So doubtless, you’re assuming much the same went on in our cabin and you want-in on the action ... right?”

I could see the lips quiver, I figured he was priming himself for my first blow. His admission hadn’t really bothered me. After all, he was hardly in a position to blackmail anyone, risking as he was not only dismissal, but charges of indecent dealings with a minor ... multiple minors probably. I doubt he was prepared for fifteen years in the slammer.

“To be honest Sir,” he continued – bravely, I thought, “Geoff, Don and I ... they’re the other two stewards, were saying earlier just how pretty your daughter is and we were kinda wondering if she’d like to come up to our cabin later ... we could get her in without anyone seeing.”

Only his forthright honesty prevented me from breaking his nose.

“So let me get this straight Ryan,” I answered. “You get yourselves invited into Cabin 718, fuck yourselves stupid, then presume from what you’re told, the same thing’s happening in the other cabins nearby. You see my daughter later, like what you see and make the assumption she’s in on the action too. Then, hoping she’s basically the hot little slut you’ve already imagined, you come to me to ask if I can see my way clear to arranging an introduction? Have I missed anything lad?”

To say the color was rising in his cheeks would be the understatement of all time. He was speechless, if not paralysed with shock. I figured I best keep talking.

“A few facts are in order son. My daughter does not make house calls – you get what I’m saying Ryan? I don’t know what you heard in 718 or what you think goes on, but I’m not running a booking-service here for my daughter’s favors.” Deflated now to the point of cowed submission, I almost felt sorry for the boy. Fact is, he was rather likeable.

“Now if you were to be invited to our cabin by whatever miracle – well that might be a different story.” I added consolingly. “You simply then got the problem of getting the three of yourselves invited.”

Just then I noticed Connor escorting Kylie back towards our table. I turned to Ryan.

“Looks like you’re up kid, “ I said, “Don’t let the other guy worry you – he’s just a friend of the family.”

Kylie came over and gave me a hug as Connor sidestepped us and returned to Sandy who was chatting to Natalie at the far table.

“Kylie,” I said, “This is Ryan, one of P & O’s finest!”

From confident cruise-ship professional to stuttering dickwad in just three seconds!

“P ... p ... pleased to meet you miss.” He managed to get out, shaking her hand with less rigidity than that cheesecake I’d recently farewelled. The boy needed help.

“I just invited him and two of his co-steward friends to our cabin tonight Kyles,” I turned to Ryan...”What time did you say you’d be off duty?”

“Half past ten Sir,” he managed to ad-lib.

“Oh, OK then,” replied Kylie, “Nice meeting you Ryan,” and with that she took off for a small group nearby that included Jerry, Michelle, Warwick and her younger sister.

“Thank you,” he muttered, “for the invite I mean.” he added by way of quite unnecessary explanation, turning then to leave.

“Just one other thing Ryan,” I put an arm round his shoulder. “The really bad news? It’s my cabin ... I’ll be there the whole night!”

“Th ... that’s fine Sir,” he lied. “I understand that. The three of us will be there at 10.30, OK?” I nodded.

A little later Kylie came back over to me. “What was all that about dad?’ she asked.

“Just three more young guys got a crush on you sweetheart,” I told her,

“Can you believe he asked if I’d let you go to their cabin? ... Simply looking after your interests baby.”

“He was rather cute,” she giggled.

As it happened, Natalie took-off for Connor and Sandy’s cabin at around 9 p.m. Jenna, Brianna and Danielle were linking up with Nadia, Cathy and Brittany in 720 for God-knows what little scenario and with God-knows whom? George and Larissa had a standing invitation to meet-up with Jerry, Michelle and a few others at Mischa’s nightclub on the main deck.