Dark Waters: A Family Matters Story

The sun was hot as it flashed and danced across the surface of the water. Overhead, gulls were calling in the cloudless sky; the distant sound of music could be heard, as well as laughing from nearby.

A large, luxury yacht called the Pussy Willow was floating somewhere near an island chain in the South Pacific—as to exactly where, Morgan neither knew nor cared. She was enjoying a long overdue vacation, combined with her upcoming twenty-fourth birthday, and all she cared about was drinking, relaxing, and sharing the company of one man in particular.

Morgan was lying on her tummy atop a lounge chair under the hot sun with nothing on but a pair of sunglasses. Sweat was trickling down her back, along her ribs, down the crack of her bottom and between her smooth legs—she was dripping and felt wonderfully hot all over. Her companion was lying on the chair beside her, eyes closed behind his own sunglasses, but he seemed far less at ease: every few minutes he twitched or shifted in his seat, or sat up to look out at their surroundings.

“Relax,” she said to him. Morgan reached over, sliding her hands across his chest. “Nobody’s watching us right now.”

The man was older, with gray at his temples. He was a tall man with a slightly round belly, long, thick limbs and very large hands. No matter what he looked like, Morgan knew he was the most handsome man in the world. She watched as he looked over at her, tipping his sunglasses up. “You’re sure?” he said.

Morgan smiled back at him, flipping her hair back. “Trust me. Nobody’s paying any attention to us. And so what if they are? It’s a nude cruise!” She rolled over and sat up, stretching her arms over her head. Morgan was shorter than the man was, lacking his long limbs and fingers. Even so, she pushed her breasts out and opened her legs, greedily soaking up the sunlight while lying back again with a happy sigh. Her pussy was sheer and smooth with thick, puffy lips, just the way that she—and, more importantly, he—liked it best.

“I know, sweetheart.” The man leaned back again, curling one arm behind his head. “I’d just that…if anyone started asking questions…”

“Daddy.” Morgan turned her head, giving him a long look. “I saw an actual throuple having sex on our way out here! We’re just enjoying some time to ourselves, remember?”

Her father reluctantly nodded. “Yes, I remember.” It’d been a monumental effort to get him to agree to joining Morgan on the cruise, a plan that was years in the making, slowly wearing down his reluctance, tempting him, learning his tells and knowing all the right buttons to push. But Morgan was a patient woman, willing to bide her time to get what she wanted. Now, it was all coming together at last.

“Good.” She smiled at him. “It’s just us. Nobody will ever know. Don’t worry.” She could see that her words were working, and some lingering tension was finally draining out of him at last.

Now Morgan could indulge herself, letting her eyes roam down over her Daddy’s sweaty belly and down between his legs. His cock was nestled between his thighs, thick and soft, touched with a mix of brown and gray curls. His balls, unusually large, rested below.

Their chairs were so close that they touched, so it was easy to reach over, wrap her hand around his shaft and give it a long, loving squeeze. “I haven’t taken care of you since this morning,” she said in a soft voice for his benefit, not because she worried about being overheard. “Don’t you need to cum again soon, Daddy?”

Her father stiffened, taking a deep breath through widened nostrils. His cock began to stiffen almost immediately, roused from its slumber by just a touch. In moments it was fully engorged, so hard and swollen that it looked almost painful; the head was exposed past his stretched foreskin, gone dark red all the way down to his dangling sac below it. His large balls were swollen as well, like fruit waiting to be sucked dry.

“Oh, Emmy…” He said her pet name with a soft, humming voice, the tone that said she’d already weakened his resolve. She loved that name, loved being his Emmy, and especially loved her Big Daddy.

A thrill rushed up her legs and set a fire deep in her belly. She rolled over to face him, pulling at his cock with a slow, tender motion while murmuring in his ear. “Mmmm… Look how hard my Big Daddy’s getting! You must be all stopped up again.”

Daddy’s stiff cock was far too large for just one hand, but the way he shifted and rocked his hips on his lounge chair said her touch was working. It twitched against her palm and fingertips, and he groaned with frustration and desire. “Emmy… You don’t have to…touch me like that…!”

“But I want to, Daddy.” She brushed her lips to his sweaty temple. “We both know how much you need this.” As his loving Emmy, she’d worked hard to seduce her father, but he still struggled with his own desires for her. She wasn’t like those whores and useless women he’d dated all while she grew up. She was better than all of them.

Emmy actually climbed over and onto her father’s lounge chair with him, curled up close beside him, one bare leg draped over his. Her slick fingers stroked his cock faster, squeezed him tighter. The ocean splashed and roared past the rail’s edge, but neither of them noticed it. Daddy clutched the sides of his chair as his toes curled tight. “Emmy… Ohhhhh, baby…”

Emmy pressed her lips against his neck, then whispered into his ear. “Doesn’t my hand feel good, Daddy? We both know you need to cum again.” She stroked the most tender spot along the underside of his shaft, and pulled at the slippery tip with her fingertips.

Daddy groaned louder, arching his back, head pressed tight to the chair. “Getting…close now, sweetie!” His belly bounced up and down with his heavy breathing.

“Oh, please, Daddy! Please give it to me!” Emmy pressed herself tight against her father, their legs coiled together as she struggled to pleasure him with just one hand. “Can you imagine how tight my pussy would feel right now? How good it would be to pump your big, thick cock inside me?? Mmmmm, fuck me, Big Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your baby girl!”

“Nnnnnnnnnngh!” Daddy’s big hands shook as he tightened his grip on his chair so hard it shuddered under them. But she knew him too well, knew how powerful her words were in his mind, and his monstrous cock jumped in her hands as his climax came. Thick, hot streams of his seed shot out as a strong wind blew over them, making Emmy gasp as his cum splashed across her skin. He came and came until his large balls were drained and he slumped back on the chair, groaning softly.

Emmy smeared the thick seed into his cock, squeezing it, milking it, savoring his soft gasps. “I love making you cum.”

“I know, baby… I d-do too… B-But…we shouldn’t…!”

Emmy kept slowly stroking him with her slick, sticky fingers. “No, Daddy. We both want this. Don’t fight it!” Daddy always struggled with feelings of guilt after cumming, spiraling down into self-loathing or even depression whenever she satisfied him. Emmy had worked hard to make their trip happen, and she wouldn’t let his guilt win.

Quickly, she rolled on top of him, grinding her moist pussy atop his slick cock. “Hold me, Big Daddy!” she said, pressing his hands to her bottom. “Grab my ass! Touch me! Move with me!” She stretched out on top of him, sliding against his body. Her fingers curled in his sweaty hair as she whispered in his ear. “It’s almost my birthday, Daddy… You promised you’d fuck me for my birthday this year, remember?”

“Y… Yes…!” Daddy groaned again, but Emmy was heartened to feel his hips push up against hers; their slick genitals rubbed together, sending hot sparks rushing into her belly. He took a tight grip on her bottom, clutching her tight, not letting go. It made her chest ache and her belly burn with longing.

“Remember my other birthdays, Daddy?” Emmy gently brushed the damp hair from his forehead, looking down into his weary, lust-filled eyes as she ground her cunt against him, rocking slowly, making love to him in her mind if not with her body. “When I turned twenty-one, I got to spend the whole day naked in bed with you… Twenty-two was our first cruise… And twenty-three was when you let me move back in with you after I graduated, once you finally kicked that useless slut Karen out.”

“She wasn’t—!”

“She was, Daddy,” Emmy insisted while grinding her pussy harder atop his lap. “She didn’t take care of you like I do.” The wind whistled in their ears as she brushed her lips against his. “She didn’t drain your big, heavy balls every day like I do…or beg for your long, thick cock like I do… Did she?”

“She didn’t…” Daddy struggled to speak, to find his words while his daughter was tempting him so openly. Once Emmy overwhelmed his guilt, her father was so much more pliable and easier to please.

“I’m so much better for you than she was, or any of those other women you had.” Emmy kissed him, and they moaned into each other’s mouth. She pulled back just enough to slide her tongue across his lips. “And when you finally fuck me, you’ll wonder why you waited so long.” She reached down, grabbed hold of his sticky shaft; he was back to full strength, stiff enough for her to mount him the way she’d wanted to for far too long. “Don’t you want to fuck me now, Daddy? Pleeeeeeease?”

“I—!”

Another gust of wind blew over them, one so strong that it pulled Emmy out of her lustful reverie. She gasped and the spell was broken as a wave crashed over the railing, soaking them both.

“What’s going on?!” he asked, pushing up in his chair.

“Daddy! The sky!” The empty field of endless blue had been swallowed up by dark, thick clouds, smothering the sunshine. The ocean’s beautiful blue surface was now a frothing, angry gray, with more waves splashing over the side.

Thunder shook the Pussy Willow as lightning arced across the sky. The music and laughter elsewhere on the boat was gone. A thick sheet of rain fell over them.

“It’s a storm!” she yelled.

“Quick, Emmy, get up!” Daddy trying helping her up, but another wave threw the ship upwards so suddenly that she went airborne.

Emmy screamed, flailing and reaching for Daddy before landing on the lounge chair again. The impact knocked the wind out of her and she tumbled to the deck, eyes bulging, straining to breathe.

The world froze. Emmy and Daddy shared one last look before a second wave kicked the deck up high again and they both went flying. Even if she’d had the breath to scream, there wasn’t time to even cry out.

Then Emmy was in the water, and the frothing waves closed over her head.