Cruising

“No, it’s not okay and yes, abusive dads should be locked up,” she countered. She was fully aware that arguing might invite suspicion. But Scott touched a sensitive nerve. Plus, her love for Patrick compelled her to come to his defense. Not that she was about to reveal the thing she was defending. “But what if the daughter is an adult who welcomes that sort of flattery from her dad? Should he still be locked up?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Scott said, waving his hand in annoyance at being subjected to this unexpected turbulence. “No, not if it didn’t go any further. But if it did, I’d have to question the daughter’s sanity as well as her dad’s.”

“Really? So they both should be locked up.”

He stood there, bare feet on the brown rug, only steps from the double bed that he and Kim should have been in by now. Hands by his sides, drawing a look of clueless disbelief, he stared at Kim as if he didn’t know who the hell she was or what the hell she was doing here. “Kim, are you some sort of crusader for father’s rights or something?”

“You’re missing the point, Scott. And that is you shouldn’t be taking this holier than thou attitude about things you know nothing about. Judging people. Moralizing.”

“And I suppose you do know. I can’t believe you’re reacting this way about something that most people would find aberrant at best, repulsive at worst.”

Kim blew out a breath of exasperation laced with anger. “You know what? I think we’re done here.” She reached for her bra, snapped it back into place, stepped into her white shorts and then threw on her blouse.

Scott continued to stand, bemused and confused. “Kim, mind if I ask you something?”

“Make it good because it’s probably the last thing you’ll ever ask me.” She stepped into her brown slip-ons, then stood facing Scott, hands on hips.

“Does this have anything to do with your dad?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, not to judge, but even my parents thought it was strange that you and your dad shared a room. Just saying.”

“Strange? Strange how? If you’re thinking what I’m damn sure you’re thinking, you should know that we sleep in separate beds.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Kim, daddy’s girl or not, a grown woman sharing a small space like that with her dad on a cruise ship looks weird. Raises eyebrows. That’s all I’m saying. What goes on or doesn’t between you and your dad is your business.”

She glared at him for a few moments. Then: “You damn right it’s my business. Anyway, I’m outta here. See you around. And don’t raise your eyebrows for too long. It might give you a headache.”

She didn’t bother closing the door on her way out. Didn’t look back, either. She leaned against the outside wall, put her hand over her eyes and shook her head. Then she climbed a flight of stairs to the nearest deck. She needed fresh salt air to decompress, to process what had just happened. She knew about things spinning out of control, about situations that take on a life of their own, usually with bad results. She felt so much loyalty and love for Patrick that she let a judgmental remark by a guy she liked–or thought she did–ruin what started out as a pleasant evening.

Gazing out across the ocean, she rubbed her arms against the chilly night air, hair blowing around her face. Right now, she imagined her dad in bed with that cop from Texas. Well, good for him. As for her, maybe meeting a “special” guy on this cruise wasn’t in the cards for her. She chuckled, thinking that maybe SHE was now a third wheel. No matter, tomorrow was another day–she looked forward to seeing the islands. She just hoped that Patrick didn’t fall so hard for this Madeline that he’d call a hiatus on their sex life.

*****

Kim needn’t have worried. For the first time in his life, Patrick couldn’t perform. He had gone back to Madeline’s stateroom, where they talked awhile before getting down to business. He got further than Kim did, made it into Madeline’s bed, clothes off, ready to rock and roll. However, neither her stunning bod nor performing oral on him would do the trick. It wasn’t her, per se, but their tense conversation over incest. It had turned him off, made him almost feel guilty–not about his incestual relationship with Kim but about deceiving Madeline. Of course, he wasn’t about to admit that she had been fully justified, in her mind, in calling his and Kim’s room sharing weird and creepy. Weird and creepy to her, exciting and natural to Kim and himself.

But Patrick wasn’t the only one turned off. His failure to perform left Madeline the same way, not to mention profoundly disappointed. “Guess I’ll have to find someone else to end my drought,” she had said.

Patrick returned to his room, surprised to find Kim there, stripped down to just her red panties, propped up in bed, reading.

Kim dog-eared her book and said, “Geez, dad, I didn’t expect to see you until late tonight, if not until tomorrow morning. Either you and Madeline had a quickie or things didn’t go so well.”

He sat on the edge of his bed and explained what happened. Then Kim told her story. After they both had a good laugh, Kim said, “Well, dad, the night’s still young and somehow I doubt that you’ll have any problem performing with me.” She slid a finger over her crotch. “I hope you want to after what you’ve been through. Cause I sure do.”

He dropped his eyes to her breasts, the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. Not huge but so firm and perfectly shaped. But such endowment was secondary to her skin, smooth, soft and milky clear, with no tattoos to mar it.

He sat on the edge of her bed, reached out and pulled her to him. “Kimmy, you better believe I want to. But what happened with Madeline made me a little anxious about performing.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, kissing them all over and in between. “You always smell so good.”

For the second time that night, Kim peeled her red laced panties down her luscious, white thighs. This time, though, they came all the way off. Well, almost all the way. She left them looped around an ankle, a sexy touch she knew drove him wild. Still propped up in bed, she drew one of her seductive looks, sliding her tongue across her mouth, while touching herself in places she couldn’t wait for him to touch.

Patrick’s cock responded to this incredibly erotic display in a way that it failed to respond a little while ago. Not yet fully undressed, he was close to fully erect. Who needed a sexy blond Texan when he had Kim Kellerman, his beloved sexy brunette to love and make love to?

Sliding next to her in bed, he said, “You know, we both ended up in the same boat. No pun intended.”

Picking up on that theme, Kim said, “Yeah, we both met potential lovers that didn’t work out. Dad, I don’t know about you, but I’d rather we just keep to ourselves for the rest of this vacation. We can be sociable without taking on what we tried to take on. That’s the way we planned this trip and that’s the plan I’d like to stick with. Is that okay?”

Patrick said he was “fully onboard” with that proposal.

“Good. Now, let me dispel any doubts that you might have about your ability to perform.”

Just moments after Kim began to perform oral, Patrick’s alleged performance anxiety went out the port hole. After his “tree trunk appendage, as she called it, reached its zenith, she climbed aboard, bouncing up and down and moaning so loud into her climax that it had to be heard by passengers in proximity. As if that didn’t restore Patrick’s confidence, Kim “treated” him to a second round, this time with him on top.

*****

In the morning, they were among hundreds of other passengers that lined the decks, watching the islands come into view. They stood, bodies touching, arms around the back of each other’s waists, less inhibited about what people might think or whisper.

“I’m so excited, dad,” Kim gushed, bouncing on her toes in her flip-flops like the little girl she once was.

“Yeah, me too, Kimmy.”

Caught up in her elan, Kim leaned in and planted a kiss on the side of his face, covered in the stubble of five o’clock shadow. Patrick turned to face her, wanting to kiss her on the mouth but hesitating because he wasn’t sure if she’d feel comfortable with all those people around. But she did, and briefly they locked lips, oblivious to the crowd, cheering and waving and too caught up in their own excitement to notice or care.