Crazy Cruise trip with fathers

: Day 2

Summary:

Alana learns about Elodie's history and makes some new friends. Roger tries to find out more about how they came to be on this ship in the first place.

The salty outside air made her nose twitch. Down by the pool, girls and their fathers splashed in the water and soaked in the sun, sipping on cocktails and chatting amongst themselves. If Alana didn't know the truth about this cruise, she'd never have guessed anything was off. Now, though, she was tense, waiting for some open incestuous frenzy, hand gripping the doorhandle.

She'd thought of staying in the cabin with her father. She'd spent straight weeks cooped up in bed before, in the throes of a Netflix binge, and there had to be something on that flat screen TV -- though truth be told, they'd been too nervous to check, in case every channel turned out to be some 24/7 loop of shady porn.

But, lying in bed a generous distance from her dad, waiting for sleep to come, she realised she was curious. How could these girls fuck their fathers ? And Milly -- this had to mean Milly Adler --

It was crazy. It made her feel crazy.

So she'd taken a deep breath, dressed in the least sexy outfit she could find (a baggy Simpsons shirt and a pair of Roger's board shorts), and set off to find the only other person she knew here: Elodie.

Alana chanced the lido deck, hoping Elodie would make good on her pool-ready attire from the previous day, and felt a wave of relief when she spotted a familiar blonde sitting Indian-style on a deckchair, sucking on a straw jutting out of a coconut. Elodie spotted her right away, and raised one hand in a jaunty wave.

'Hey, hey!' she said, leaning back against the outdoor mattress. 'Nice to see you again.'

'Same,' Alana replied. She tried to keep the edge out of her voice. 'Not with your dad?'

'Hah, he's knocked out. Woke him up by sneaking under the covers and sucking his cock.' She patted her stomach. 'Protein breakfast, and I get to have my morning to myself instead of having his fingers in me.'

Alana felt the blood rush to her face. She was barely this frank with her best friends! Elodie saw her dither, and smirked.

'Why do you wanna know? Do you think he's cute? I'm not like some of the girls here, I don't mind setting you guys up --'

'No!' Alana almost shouted. 'No, er, no thanks. I actually--'

' You're that kind of girl. It's all good, different strokes. I just can't imagine only fucking my dad --'

'I don't fuck my dad,' she said, urgently, though in a quiet voice, as though admitting that was the taboo thing.

Elodie raised an eyebrow. 'Then why are you here?'

As Alana explained, Elodie's eyebrows kept climbing up her forehead until it seemed they'd disappear into her hairline. Laying the situation out loud made it sound crazier than ever, but it also made it reassuringly real. She and Roger weren't caught in some mass psychosis.

'That's wild,' Elodie said. 'And your dad works for Sean Adler, who gave him the tickets? I mean, Sean definitely knows what this place is all about. I don't think he created the cruise, but he's pretty high up in the chain.'

'So, Milly?...'

'Oh, she's a freak for it. Your dad won't get to talk to Sean for a couple days at least.'

'B-but we need to know why --'

'I mean, I get it. They just don't leave their room for like, a while . I guess they don't have a lot of privacy or he's got a wife who doesn't understand or something because he's balls deep in her for a week straight, almost. Dunno how he hasn't fucked a baby into her yet.'

Alana was blushing so hard now, she felt she might pass out. Elodie had to get some sort of kick out of mortifying her like this, but at the same time -- at least she didn't mince her words. On a surreal trip like this, she preferred someone who'd be frank.

'I think you need a drink,' Elodie giggled. She gestured at the woman by the bar, who immediately started mixing a second serving of whatever Elodie had in her coconut.

'How do they find people to work here?'

'Dollars button lips and you only need a skeleton crew for such a small ship. And honestly? A lot of dads and daughters moonlight for a little spending money -- even if they don't need it. You'll find my old man manning one of the bars most nights.' She shrugged. 'He just likes doing it.'

The employee came out with a second coconut on a tray, which she brought to the girls.

'Thanks, Sandra,' said Elodie.

'Is she one of those daughters you mentioned?' Alana asked.

'Yep. I know most of the regulars. I've been coming for like, five years.'

'Every year?'

Alana quietly took a sip from her drink when Elodie nodded. The fact these debauched events took place while she was just out there, living her life, made her a little dizzy -- or maybe it was the cocktail. It was sugary, coconutty, and very, very strong. She drank some more. Elodie was watching her, lips curled into a cat-like smile. She'd been doing this for so long, too. She had to be in her early twenties. How did...

'You wanna know how it started, huh,' said Elodie, with undisguised glee.

After a beat, Alana nodded. It was barely perceptible, just a twitch of the head, but it was assent. Elodie stretched, showing off all of her golden, tan skin. Her bikini bottoms briefly hung to her hipbones when she arched her back, casting a shadow inviting anyone who saw it to explore what was hidden underneath. Alana bounced her eyes away, down to her own pigeon-toed feet.

'Well, I guess it really started when the house burnt down.'

'It's weird to think how much of a prude I was,' Elodie said with a laugh. 'I love being naked! If we didn't have the calendar, I'd be naked right now.'

The two girls had moved away from the pool after finishing their drinks; Elodie wanted to introduce Alana to some more cruiseship regulars over lunch, and though she worried about what these friends were like, Alana could do with distractions -- especially after that story.

'You look like you just came back from a war.' Elodie slowed her pace to fall in step with Alana. 'Think I'm super gross now?'

Alana glanced at her. She looked the same as she ever did, pretty and athletic and mischievous.

'It's kinda gross that you aren't gross,' Alana said, lamely. 'I just don't get it. He's your dad.'

'I mean, I didn't see him super often for like, a bunch of years, and I guess my parents being sorta modern day hippies made things a little weird.'

Alright. She'd seen far too much of her dad her whole life -- not that she thought there was any chance she'd be tempted, but Alana still felt some relief. Maybe all the girls here had similarly odd upbringings.

'And, er…' she wasn't sure how to ask. 'Your sister?...'

'Still the same. The only thing that's changed is me and dad do a lot more cuddling -- especially during this one week of the year.' She smirked. 'But I get the feeling I might talk her into experimenting now she's starting college.'

Alana didn't know whether Elodie was just trying to rile her up, but she didn't have time to ask, as they reached the buffet-style dining area. Immediately, Elodie made a beeline for a table of girls -- well, women and girls -- with a happy wave.

'Hey guys,' Elodie chirped. She took a seat and pulled out a chair for Alana, who noted the girls were eyeing her with great curiosity.

'Hey Els,' said an older woman, probably in her early thirties. 'Who's the new kid?'

'Alana,' replied Elodie. 'Her dad works with Milly's. That's Kim.'

The woman who'd spoken nodded at Alana. She was another sporty specimen, in a colourful yoga pants and tank top combo that contrasted with her inky black hair and pale skin. Her features showed mixed East Asian and white heritage, with penetrating almond eyes. She made Alana feel a little shy.

'That's Sam…'

'Hi!' Sam, in her early twenties, had big doe eyes, absurdly shiny and full of conviction. She radiated innocence, in a way that didn't seem to make a whole lot of sense given the context.

'... Erica…'

'Nice to meet you.' Erica seemed more withdrawn, almost somber, especially considering how young she was -- not a day over eighteen. She tapped her finger against her glass, distracted.

'... Daniela…'

'Hey, Alana.' This last group member was significantly older, in her forties, with dimples and the beginnings of laugh lines at the corners of her mouth and eyes. One of the girls' mothers? But she hadn't been introduced that way...

'And still no Milly!' Elodie concluded, in a huff.

'Well, what do you expect?' said Kim. 'You know how she gets.'

'You're actually friends with her?' Alana cut in. 'I thought you saw her around, but --'

'Everybody around this table's sorta connected to her, or her dad.' Elodie gestured to the other girls. 'Same as you.'

Despite the anxiety twisting her stomach, Alana felt a little excited at the prospect of meeting one of her favourite singers. In the same way Elodie didn't gross her out, even after hearing her story, she could still listen to Milly Adler and enjoy it just as much as before. Maybe she was weird, herself. Maybe she was just that good and nonjudgmental a person.

'A.B.?'

Oh.

Roger approached the table with a tray of food, sheepishly glancing over all the girls. 'Hi there. I'm just, er, checking in. I didn't know you had friends already, honey.'

'Yeah,' Alana said. She was suddenly extremely aware of the fact that every female on this trip, and around this table, fucked their fathers on the regular -- and proudly . No ignoring that now. Her eyes couldn't quite meet her dad's.

'Aren't you gonna introduce us?' Elodie asked

Awkwardly, she made the rounds. Roger smiled, and looked a little relieved, maybe because he figured Alana was safer in a group like this than wandering the hallways alone. After a little small talk, he gestured with his tray and said,

'Well, don't want my lunch to get any colder. I'll see you around, ladies, Al.'

He'd barely left when Elodie elbowed Alana in the ribs, grinning. 'Dude, your dad's fucking hot .'

'N-no he's not.' Alana was used to similar comments from her friends, but she could usually laugh along or playfully offer to set up a date. On this cruise, it felt a little too real. 'He just works out.'

'He really is very handsome,' said Daniela. 'You're very lucky.'

'I'm not,' Alana mumbled.

'She really isn't.' Elodie leaned in conspiratorially, and summarised Alana's peculiar situation.

By the end of her explanation, the expressions around the table ranged from amused to confused to slightly horrified. Alana was gripped by a strange sense of anxiety about her outsider status, like not being in a relationship with your father was a scarlet letter rather than the norm.

She was glad when an older man approached the table right when Sam opened her mouth to comment. He was swarthy, clearly of Mediterranean extraction, and clearly Erica's father, judging by the matching profiles of their noses and lips. For her part, Erica perked up for the first time since Alana had arrived, gazing up at him with moonstruck eyes.

'Hey, Yannis,' said Kim.

'Good afternoon, girls,' he replied, plucking a chair from a nearby table and setting it beside Erica. He had the slightest foreign accent, presumably Greek. 'Enjoying your day?'

'Oh, yes,' said Sam. She nattered about what they'd been up to, introducing Alana in passing, who couldn't help staring at the older man -- because as he listened, he sat down beside his teenage daughter, put an arm around her, and kissed her full on the lips. Just as casually, he popped one of her young tits from her top and pinched her nipple, shaking his hand to make Erica moan into his mouth, in the middle of the restaurant.

He pulled Erica's top back up and smiled at Alana.

'Welcome aboard. The first time is always so exciting, isn't it?' She nodded. 'What will you girls do next?'

'I was gonna catch that workshop in the lecture hall,' Elodie said. A few of the others agreed. As they discussed the merits of the speaker -- some sort of sympathetic psychologist -- Alana watched Yannis's hand go under the table and between his daughter's legs. It wasn't long before Erica was biting her lip, blushing, breathing heavier. Though she couldn't see him do it, Alana imagined his big, blunt fingers massaging his daughter's cunt, prodding her glistening pink hole, rolling her sensitive clit between his forefingers.

'Yannis,' Kim called, wryly. 'I know you both get off on this public thing, but we're only on the second day.'

'I can't help it,' Yannis laughed, pecking Erica's cheek. 'She's too beautiful.'

'And she's always horny,' said Elodie, 'we get it. Just try to play along with the calendar so the tension can really build.'

Yannis's movements stopped, and Erica made a little noise of frustration. He chuckled, and quickly sucked her wetness off the tips of his fingers. 'You heard the boss, darling. I'll finish you off later with my cock, okay? I have a meeting now, anyway.' He stood and gave everyone a small wave, striding out.

Erica sighed, and went back to longingly tapping her glass. Alana stared at her, a bit shell-shocked, while Elodie teased her:

'Girl, it's been like three years and you're still in the honeymoon phase. Are you ever not wet?'

'I can't help it either,' Erica murmured.

'Hey, uh,' Alana said, 'you talked about a calendar earlier too. What's that about?'

'Oh, if you look at the timetable on the pamphlet, you'll see every day has a darker colour,' said Sam. Alana had noticed that, but figured it was just a design thing. 'It's not like you have to do what it says, and it's kind of an unspoken understanding anyway, and people usually go a little crazy on the first night --'

'The point is that the organisers encourage a gradual thing, for public play,' Kim concluded. 'It's why you're not seeing too much action yet. Like Elodie said, it's only the second day.'

'People are gonna have sex in the open?...' Alana said, in a tiny voice.

'Welcome aboard.' Kim's smile looked like a wolf's. 'You should get some lunch before they close up the buffet. Who's hungry?'

---

Roger nervously entered the bar. Spurred on by seeing Alana earlier, he decided he wouldn't just settle for waiting out the cruise in their cabin. There were a few bars and social areas on the cruise, with The Pillar of Salt catering to gentlemen with expensive tastes. Roger could count a few women, but the crowd was mostly made up of men, sipping amber alcohol and lighting up Cuban cigars. No sign of his boss, but he figured he could at least ask around.

The refreshments were all-inclusive, so he treated himself to an aged whiskey and looked around the room, catching the eye of a European-looking guy at a corner table and his drinking buddy. They waved him over, so he approached, a little hesitant.

'Can I help you?' he asked.

'I saw you talking to my daughter at lunch. Erica.'

'Oh, yeah, uh -- my daughter was at that table too, it's not like I --'

'Relax.' The man extended a hand, and gave Roger a firm handshake. 'She told me you work for Sean Adler's company. I've got stakes in it. Yannis Dimitriou. I thought we could network.'

Roger hadn't heard of him, but he seemed more like he'd be on the investment end of things, which was a world removed from the creatives in the company.

'Roger Hopper.' He turned to the other man and shook his hand, too. 'You're with Electric as well?'

'Yeah, I'm in upper management. Christopher Verley. You might've met my Kim.'

Roger nodded. Christopher wore glasses with heavy frames and had a line between his eyebrows that made him look permanently worried. A far cry from his no-nonsense child.

At Yannis's invitation, Roger took a seat beside Chris, feeling a little like he was at a job interview. 'I noticed there's a couple of meeting rooms. Seems like an odd place to network.'

Why?' Yannis asked. His eyes had a spark about them, lustful and dangerous. 'It's difficult to find a more exclusive club than this. We scratch each other's backs.'

'Not just entertainment, but lots of other industries, too,' added Chris. 'It's a great place to get a leg up on the folks back home. In the real world.'

Yannis chuckled at those last words, interrupting himself with a tightening of the features. His large, hairy hands gripped the tablecloth, veins bulging, and he let out a deep grunt as a shiver shook his body. Roger was about to ask if he was alright when Yannis lowered a tissue to his lap.

'You're such a messy girl.'

'Sorry, Daddy,' Erica said. She emerged from beneath the table, delicately daubing at a silvery trail of her father's spunk from the corner of her mouth. 'I just get overwhelmed. I love your cock so much.'

It was the tone of her voice that made Roger's blood freeze. It was full of genuine love, the same tone Alana used all the time when she was little to tell him she wanted kisses, and that she still used from time to time when she was proud of something he did.

'You know Daddy's cock loves you, too,' Yannis murmured, petting her hair. When she'd mopped up most of the semen, he used the hand on her head to lower her down to his lap again, where she cleaned up his softening dick with practiced ease, licking off any gobs of come with her little pink tongue.

Yannis caught Roger staring, and smirked.

'So, Rog. Let's network.'

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