Stacey watched her step-father who sat on the rear seat of their small holiday boat. His hand rested on the steering handle of the outboard motor to guide them into the bay. It was nice to be alone with Dominic for a change, a person she sometimes called Daddy because she had lived with him and Mum for most of her life. At age 18, Stacey wondered if she would eventually marry someone as handsome as Dominic. His craggy face and spider-lines either side of his dark eyes made him look slightly wild. Women were always eyeing him up.
Mum had organised the late summer holiday in the West Country of England. The group included other members of the family - mum's brother and her husband and their two children age 12 and 14. It was only Dominic and Stacey who wanted to go by boat to a lonely beach and see if they could find the hillside cafe recommended by one of her college friends.
They had entered the bay in the boat and Stacey turned to look at where they were heading - a deserted beach about 500 yards away. They weren't planning to swim so they were dressed in casual walking clothes which, in Stacey's case, was a loose shirt, a short skirt and plimsolls. She figured it was best to look good when they got to the cafe. She liked to look good. The boys at the school from which she'd just graduated thought she was a stunner. Many of the kids in her year admired Stacey for her bubbling personality, 5'4" tall, fair wavy hair, average-size boobs and shapely legs.
At that moment she spied a shoal of fish on her right. She got to the side of the boat but, in her excitement, she stood unsteadily to watch the fish as they swam under the boat but, in so doing, rocked the boat. Impulsively, Dominic reached to save Stacey but caught the steering handle with his hip and the boat veered sharply to the left to make him lose his balance. The boat capsized and turned over, the engine cut out automatically and the 2 occupants were thrown into the sea.
Stacey's life jacket kept her afloat and she started to swim towards the beach which seemed a long way off. Dominic grabbed her hand and shouted, "The tide is taking us out. Follow me."
Stacey realised that she would struggle to get to shore and saw her daddy's plan - to swim hard for the only large sailing boat moored in the bay which they had passed a minute ago. Gulping some water, she did her best to keep up with him. Every now and then, Dominic would come around and push her quicker. "We have to get to that yacht," he yelled.
They just made it but Stacey was too exhausted to clamber up the side of the boat without Dominic pulling her out of the water and over the side-rail and onto the deck. Stacey retched some of the sea she'd drunk and couldn't get up. She started to shiver, the breeze felt cold. Her father forced open the hatch door to the cabin, picked up Stacey and carried her down the steps. He told her to sit at the table. She watched him find an unopened bottle of water and passed it to her and she drank greedily.
She wanted to know, "How did you figure the tide is going out?" Her wet clothing clung to her skin, even her underwear was cold and it wasn't made easier by her long blond hair which stuck to her exposed neck.
"The way this yacht is positioned with its anchor line towards the beach, the tide pushing it away from the shore. A strong current too. And us swimming against the tide ... swept out to sea." He looked around the inside of the boat. Then checked his mobile. "There's no signal." He paused. "This is the plan," he said. "It's going to take 6 hours for the tide to turn and then we'll swim for the shore and get a signal. To keep warm, though, we need to take off our clothes and get under the duvet in the forward cabin." As he walked to the front, he called back, "Come on, Stacey. Follow me."
She was getting colder from her wet clothes. Stacey wondered whether she could keep on her bra and panties. "All my clothes?"
She stood still as Dominic tore off his wet shirt and unbuckled his chinos. She glanced at his white underpants and realised they were as wet as hers. His bulge was clear as the material stuck to his groin, prominent, almost a swelling, she thought, which left no room for doubt of the shape of his relaxed cock. He came over and hugged her. "The quickest way to get warm is to strip, like me." In one movement he dropped his underpants and turned to get under the duvet.
She looked at him. His buttocks were firm, the ripple of muscles across his back and the strength of his legs were all noted by Stacey. For a couple of seconds, Stacey glimpsed his bare cock but immediately dispelled the image from her brain. The cabin felt cold. She undid her shirt, her stiff fingers made it harder. While pushing down her wet skirt, she said, "Don't look."
"It's cold. Who cares what you look like? Get your ass into bed and we can warm each other up."
With her hands on her hips, she said, "Daddy ... shut your eyes." He did and Stacey quickly tore off her bra and panties. "I saw you open an eye." She giggled with relief that she'd made it into bed without showing too much. The cold feel of the duvet cover sent her into a spasm of shivering. Dominic put his arm around her and let her curl up while he spooned her from behind. Soon, the warmth from her step-father enabled her to relax and she turned onto her back. "This is strange," she murmured.
"Strange? Because we're both naked in bed?"
"Yes." Stacey turned to look into his eyes. "And also ..." She felt embarrassed. "And also, because I haven't seen you totally naked before."
"And I haven't seen you bare since you were a little child." He let his arm move across her hip and kept his body in contact with her.
Stacey liked the warmth emanating from Daddy. She said, "So, did you look when I got into bed."
"Yes. You're beautiful."
"You haven't told me that for ages." She liked the compliment. After a minute, she said, "Are you happy?"
"Mostly happy. You can't get everything you want. I'm lucky to have you." He paused. "And your mother." Dominic squeezed his step-daughter.
Stacey said, "Can I ask a cheeky question?" He didn't reply so she continued, "Do you have good sex with Mum?"
"Could be better." He used his hand to brush away some strands of her damp hair. "Sometimes, when the sex isn't as often as I'd like I think of a fantasy."
Stacey relaxed all her muscles. She loved the intimate chat with her daddy. "A fantasy? What exactly?"
"Won't tell you, Stacey. Too much information."
"Is the fantasy embarrassing?"
Dominic breathed out. "Yes. It's not something you share with a daughter."
"Give me a clue. I won't judge you. I won't be shocked."
Her step-father appeared to consider his reply. "It's taboo."
She felt her face colouring. Taboo might mean incest? she thought. "I think it's more than taboo, Daddy. I'm grown up to understand." She reached for his arm and stroked it.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
'He whispered, 'It could be incest."
Still on her back, she edged her body to get more comfortable. Her right hip was now in contact with his groin as Dominic faced her and the rest of her right side touched him. His arm draped over her waist. "Your fantasies," she whispered, "revolve round incest." It wasn't a question. She held her breath and looked into his eyes.
"Would you be angry if I told you my thoughts are always about you?" There was a moment's silence.
"Wow. That could be very taboo. Even incest." Images raced through her mind and nothing was said for a minute. Physically, she had the impression that his soft cock which rested close to her had moved and got bigger but she couldn't be sure. "I shouldn't ask any more questions. It's really between you and Mum." She wondered if she was being too hard on him.
"You're right, I guess. But any thoughts like this ... about you ... send my body into its own reaction. In other words, I can't control how my body reacts. Sorry."
Your groin reacts?"
"Yes. And if I don't do something my groin aches."
She guessed this would be hand relief. With a smile she said, "I thought grown men don't do that anymore."
"Most men do it. They play with themselves to relieve the pressure."
The stirring from Dominic's groin had her imagining his cock getting bigger. "I understand, Daddy. I'll give you a bit of space to get rid of your itch." Stacey slid out of bed and walked into the day-cabin. It felt so cold, to be expected, she thought, as the boat wasn't heated inside and had probably been at anchor for ages. The images of her father wanking himself ran across her mind. She went back to the bedroom and stood naked with her arms down. "Will it help you if I stood here while you do yourself ... you know ... give yourself relief?"
"You're getting cold, Stacey. Come back here." His voice was gentle but had his usual authority. She wanted to obey.
She asked, "Have you finished your play?"
