The day was steaming and Roy Drum was tired and irritable when he arrived home to find his wife Trudy was out and as usual her over-fed dog ignored him.
Daughter Denise, who hated her name and wearing only panties, entered the kitchen.
She said dully, "Want a cold beer?"
"Jesus Denise, for put some clothes on. I'm your father."
She tossed him a beer anyway and he fumbled the catch.
"Has their been doubt that you are my father? Was that what you and mum were shouting about last night?"
"No I'm your father and your mum got mad when I said it was too hot for sex."
Denise's mouth dropped. "Do you and mum still have sex?"
The reply was to go and dress.
"Don't you like these daddy?" she said, scowling, and cupping her breasts.
"They're okay."
"As good as mum's?"
"Better."
Denise looked pleased and sat with a Coke.
"Mum's gone to stay with her parents until you become reasonable again."
"Oh crap. Not that again."
The 18-year old trickled some cold Coke between her breasts in a vain endeavor to cool off.
"Go do your homework and stop wasting your drink."
She sighed. "Dad don't be a jerk. You attended my graduation last week remember? I await going to college and most of my friends and all the half-decent guys have left town."
They sat in silence.
Denise knew her father was thinking. He kept stroking his chin.
A couple of minutes later he pulled out his phone and called someone.
"Ivan it's Roy. Something's come up. I need to go away for eight days. You run the company in my absence and refer any problems you have to the chairman. I'll send a confirming email to the chairman and Dot and all executive staff. Here's my daughter's phone number to contact me if you need me urgently. I'm not taking my phone."
He listened to something Roy said and thanked Roy and cut the call.
"I didn't say you could have my phone."
Roy said he wasn't borrowing it.
"You are coming with me on an adventure I did with Mary Royce when we were eighteen. You and I will do everything Mary and I did... er apart from the sex."
"Oh the sex will be okay daddy. I'm not anticipating a sex-free summer."
Roy snapped enough of that talk and told her to take the dog over to Mrs Smith who adored the little pile of absurdity and to leave a note for her mother saying where the dog was and they'd be back on or about the 24th.
"The dog's name is Rufus in case you have lapsed into dementia."
"You have a cruel tongue, just like your mother."
"I take it I have no say about going on this fucking adventure?"
"Correct and watch your foul mouth young lady."
"Oooh young lady am I?" she said, bouncing her breasts.
Roy sighed and went to send the memo.
Denise returned from Mrs Smith's with a bag of home-baked brownies. She found her father in the garage with the two kayaks down off their hooks, two paddles and camping gear spread out.
He unlooked the steel cabinet and pulled out his rifle that he placed beside a box of ammo.
Looking theatrical and big-eyed, Denise said, "I'm not coming back. A lonely grave awaits me."
Roy scowled at her and said to pack enough clothes for a week and handed Denise her backpack.
"Oh just six panties will suffice."
When she returned Roy said to check everything he had spread out to make sure nothing was missing.
When he returned with his backpack loaded Denise said, "We need to buy a dozen gas canisters for the camp stove if you want to eat hot food."
"Oh good girl."
"So I'm a good girl now?"
Roy sighed.
"I've also added our PFDs (personal flotation devices)."
Roy smiled and kissed her and rubbed her hair. "Do you wish to be called Sophie on this adventure?"
"Oh yes daddy and when we return could you once again try to get mum to agree to that name change."
"If she's still around. She may be hiding behind a divorce lawyer."
Sophie (no longer Denise) said: "That's unlikely. Mum knows she's on to a good thing. Are you sorry Mary what'shername went off and married someone else?''
"No because then I mightn't have had you as my daughter."
"Oh daddy," Sophie half whimpered.
They loaded the Toyota SUV and were seated, about to set off when Sophie handed her dad one of Mrs Smith's biscuits and he groaned and slapped his forehead. "We haven't loaded food for when we go downriver. Out and let's sit in the kitchen and think of what else we should have packed."
They added Sophie's battery charger for her phone and two torches and canned food and two can openers.
"So we are going downriver?
"Yes. We'll go to Brunner and stay the night in a cabin. We should get there by midnight. In the morning we'll have breakfast and then someone will take us upriver and drop us off and return the Toyota to Brunner."
"Who?"
"Whoever's available."
No one was about and no lights were on when they arrived at Brunner Staging Post just outside the boundary of the 360,000-acre National Park. They found a cabin with the door open and found it vacant.
"God I'm tired," Sophie yawned. "Ooops this cabin only has a double bed."
"That will be okay. Just don't hit on me."
"You're dreaming daddy."
Not long after dawn Roy left his sleeping daughter and went to the store.
Although the guy packing shelves had a beard, Roy thought he looked like Ted Bishop who might still be alive.
"Tommy Bishop?"
"Yeah pal, who's asking?"
"Roy Drum."
"The name's vaguely familiar."
"Twenty years ago when you were a kid of fifteen you were taking my girlfriend of that time and me upriver in your dad's Jeep and the motor blew up when we were a mile from Bitter Creek tributary. You radioed for a tow vehicle and they took Mary and me up to the launching place before returning to tow you home."
"Jesus Roy, I remember. God she was pretty with big tits. Who have you with you this time?"
"My daughter."
"Oh bad luck. Boring nights at the camps."
"No she's a great kid and will chat and sing for me."
"Christ is this pretty filly with great tits approaching the store your daughter?"
"Yep."
"Should I take her downriver for you?"
"Did you not marry Tommy?"
"Oh yeah. I'm married with two young kids."
The introductions were made and Tommy took them through, saying his wife Susan would cook breakfast for them and make lunch packs for them for that day.
While breakfast was cooking and the two females were chatting, Roy told Tommy which cabin they'd used and paid for 12 stove gas canisters and six freeze-dried dinner food packs to supplement their tinned food. Roy suddenly remembered they had not brought anything to light the gas stove with and so asked for a pack of three disposable cigarette lighters.
Susan, with the two kids aboard, dropped them off forty miles up fairly straight but rising forest tracks on the slope of the mountain range that were maintained as private access for park rangers and fire fighting crews.
After everything was unloaded, Susan kissed father and daughter warmly and told them to have fantastic fun and keep safe. She turned the Toyota expertly and then began the return to the historic staging post where 150 years ago horses were changed for fresh ones when prospectors and supplies were being transported to the goldfields seventy miles across rugged country to the northeast.
"Well let the adventure begin," Roy smiled. "God it's great being away from the business and being back here."
"And well away from my mother."
"Nah, she's okay. She just feels the need to blow off steam now and again."
"How often do you two have sex? It hadn't occurred to me that you guys still do it."
Roy rubbed his chin thinking about answering that question.
"She'd like it twice a night, perhaps more."
"God is my mum a nymphomaniac?"
Roy sighed. "I think when we were young she came close to being one. She describes sex as one of her few true pleasures in life."
"Well I know now why you have managed to remain lean."
They laughed and put on their wetsuits and booties.
"You should wear this gear in bed with mum. Then you'd be safe from sex, all sex," Sophie giggled.
Roy sighed wishing he'd kept his mouth shut.
Roy had packed the kayaks meticulously but it was still necessary to make adjustments to have both craft in good trim.
As the paddled off Sophie said, "It's two years since I've been sea-kayaking with you."
"Three years."
"Will this journey on this winding river be boring?"
"You have to be joking," Roy said, and began taking Sophie through safety procedures should they tip out.
"Are we to negotiate rapids?"
"Lots of fast-flowing patches and some real whitewater plus two falls but we will portage from above both falls."
"Can't we live dangerously and shoot both falls?"
"From memory one is five feet high and the other drops at least twenty feet in three stages. In both instances they are non-navigable because the water bounces on to rocks at their base."
"Oh portage sounds good."
They paddled leisurely, going with the slow river flow although they speeded up through the occasional easy rapids, Roy giving Sophie basic instruction because she was used to only sea kayaking."
"This is fun," she said, after going through the first rapids. "When will we go though faster rapids?"
"According to the map that is superior to my memory, not until tomorrow."
"Oh how boring."
They were padding quite closely. "Omigod," she whispered, stopping paddling.
Roy had already spotted them: ten white-tailed deer.
The deer were on alert but stayed at the edge of the riverside clearing watching them. The two kayakers remained motionless.
"Oh that was just one of the sweetest things I've ever seen," Sophie enthused. "Almost as good as having dolphins or Orcas (killer whales) around us at sea."
"We may see goats on rock faces on Day Three."
"Will you shoot them?"
"No while you were away packing I put my rifle back in the cabinet thinking if I shot a wild pig and had it strapped to the bow of my kayak for a few days, that might have rated as the lowlight of this adventure for you."
"Oh you are such a good daddy."
The rested on the river bank a couple of times to avoid leg cramps and about noon pulled the kayaks out on to a sand bank where Roy lit the camp stove to boil water for coffee. Sophie stripped off and went swimming.
Roy watched her wade ashore and was surprised. When she came up to take the offered towel from him he said casually, "How long have you been shaving down there?"
"Since I became sexually active."
"I hope you're on the pill?"
"Yes and I've had lectures including being warned to always insist that condoms be worn. That's what mothers do."
"Your mother did all that?"
"Yes daddy, my mother and your wife. She does have some use doesn't she?"
He looked away without answering.
"Do you think my pussy looks attractive?"
Roy strode off to the camp stove. "Your mother, my wife, is very useful and a strength to our family and I'd like you to acknowledge that. And please don't talk to me about your... your thing."
"I was only winding you up daddy. You always sound like you're in command and look impressive when I get your nostril quivering when you are wound up. My mechanical daddy, tick-tock, tick-tock."
Roy grinned. "Coffee."
"Please."
"Go around nude. I don't mind you walking around showing your tits, pussy, bare ass and great legs."
"Oooh daddy. I'll unpack the chicken and salad rolls."
The riverside picnic was lovely against the background of birds singing and the lapping of water against the sandbank and they were warmed by the sun and enjoyed the absence of even a breeze."
"Why doesn't mum like the outdoors as much we do?"
"Because she was brought up in a city whereas I grew up on a sheep station and right from when you were young I introduced you to beaches and the bush and when you were a little older I began taking you and your doll Sophie kayaking."
"You remember my doll?"
"God yes. When she was left behind somewhere you ranted and then wouldn't talk to us for two days and then we found the new replacement doll pulled to pieces and dumped in the trash can."
"I still love hearing about that. And you blamed mum for not checking Sophie was in the car with us and she blamed you."
"Yes and that was another of our great rows."
"Long before that time you refused to go kayaking with me for almost two weeks after I rejected your suggestion to get someone make a proper PFD for Sophie."
"Yes and according to that well-worn story you tossed Sophie into the water to test whether she would float and when I jumped into the water to rescue her that tipped you out and your new camera sank into very deep water, never to be see again. Well that served you right being so uncaring about Sophie."
"I'm sorry for giving you a hard time over the loss of Sophie dad."
"It's okay. Look, I've been thinking. I'll write to your college asking for you name as registered to be changed from Denise to Sophie."
"No I'll never change it without mum's consent."
"Not even when you finish college and perhaps live away from home?"
"No."
"I admire you for that Sophie."
"Thanks dad. Come over here and kiss me and play with a breast."
"Pack up while I check that we're not taking in water into our storage compartments. And get some clothes on."
"Oh naughty girl Sophie. You've pissed daddy off."
She caught her father's grin.
CHAPTER 2
As Sophie paddled in the lead downriver she thought she knew this would be an adventure. Her dad didn't bother with boring things.
That Tommy at the staging post for instance. God the way he'd looked at her. She knew she was being mentally undressed and had felt her nipples and stomach tighten.
And the deer, oh those gorgeous deer. They really were wild animals, not like the deer in Wakefield Park. She'd had trees and birds identified for her and when they went through the narrow channel of Gabriel's Gap in really swiftly flowing water she'd felt exhilarated and screamed and heard the echoes and looked back to see if her dad was laughing but he was waving and yelling and she'd turned to spot a submerged rock just ahead of her and had paddled furiously to avoid it, adrenalin flowing hugely.
And yet when they were swept into almost placid water and her dad came up beside her all he said was had she enjoyed that. In the unlikely event of her mum being in that position, she would have been ranting at her for being so stupid. Well that would be her mum letting off steam whereas her dad knew she felt guilty and stupid and was happy to leave it at that.
Sophie heard her dad whistling tunelessly and that was a good sign. She aimed to get him to have sex with her tonight.
Um did she?
She did so wish to find what he was like, even more so since he'd revealed her mum was a sex bunny. God her mum always carried a look that suggested she was beyond that sort of thing, that sex was for other people. Sophie recalled the big fight they'd had when she requested to be put on the pill.
Her mum had ranted and told her to wait till she went to college.
Sophie had yelled why.
"Because you'll be more mature by then," her mum had reasoned.
"That's a load of crap."
That hit her mum's switch and she screamed, "Don't you dare speak to me like that."
Sophie knew she was being over-powered and knew that would leave her unprotected, unlike her friends. So she pulled out the cannon and said she'd asked what her dad thought.
As expected, her mum crumbled and took her to Doc Garcia next afternoon.
Doc Garcia had said, "And what does Roy have to say about this?"
"He's fully supportive," lied her mum but both mother and daughter knew that would be Roy's most likely stance.
Sophie thought what about girl's sex with her mum. It could be exciting now she knew her mum was or had been practically a nymphomaniac.
God her mum would almost experience cardiac arrest at being asked such a thing. Sophie began laughing so much her kayak almost became unstable.
"What's so funny?" called her dad.
"Oh I was just thinking what one of my girlfriends said. She was in the bathroom about to change her pad when her rude brother who never knocked barged in, saw the blood and vomited over the wall.
"And that's funny?"
"Well we thought so. Perhaps it was the way Jenny described the situation. We all know her brother is an asshole."
"Does you mother allow you to use that word?"
"Dad can you imagine me using asshole to her and surviving?"
There he was grinning again. Sophie thought perhaps it was that grin that had attracted her mum to him and his physical appearance from all that sport and her mum thought he could go all night in bed. Yeah that's how her mum would have picked him, a great grin and a powerful looking butt.
"Dad come over an give me a kiss without tipping me out."
"Why?"
"Because I feel horny."
"Young woman, behave yourself or we are going home."
"Daddy we are more that a day's paddle upstream against the current and there's no cell phone coverage at Bitter Creek Tributary to call Susan to come up for us, and it would be at least three day's hard paddling for cover the almost 100 miles to reach Brunner to get out of here in a hurry going downstream. I doubt if I could survive that. You are trapped with me daddy so enjoy it."
"Well you just behave, do you hear?"
Sophie ignored him and knew in a few seconds he'd be grinning and remembering he used to call her his little rebel.
* * *
Roy was in a dither. He didn't know whether to be horrified or excited. His daughter was acting as if she were setting out to nail him sexually. God was she cursed with her mum's genes that made her over-sexed?
He wondered what Sophie would be like at sex and what he could teach her. Whoa man, he cautioned, he was her father.
Roy groaned thinking they had five nights ahead of them being cooped up and Sophie keen to run around without clothes and probably asserting every few minutes she was horny.
What to do?
God he wished Trudy was with them because she'd handle it well, aware her daughter was a little scared of her. They would fight of course but Trudy would emerge as top dog.
But Trudy wasn't here to save him, er to put Sophie back on the tracks of propriety. Oh crap.
After four and a half hours on the water they reached Baldy Knoll, a campsite well above flood level although floods were not even remotely likely because the weather was fine everywhere at present. He thought about pushing on to the campsite at Butler's Bluff where there would be phone coverage and he could call in a chopper to take Sophie to Brunner and it could probably take her kayak as well.
But then a conversation flickered through Roy's mind:
Mum: Why are you home ahead of schedule?
Daughter: Dad was hallucinating, afraid that I was out to nail him.
Mum: Where you?
Daughter: No of course not but most of the time ashore he was nude and sporting an erection.
Mum: Omigod I'm off to instruct a divorce lawyer.
Daughter: But mum I want my daddy.
Mum: Tough.
Roy sighed and paddled into the landing ahead of Sophie.
"We need to unload and pull the kayaks up a bit."
"Yes of course and then lug out stuff up to the knoll."
"Yes it will take a couple of trips."
When the two-person tent was erected Roy said, "Er sleeping arrangements?"
"It will be steaming hot tonight," Sophie said thoughtfully. I suggest we sleep with just a sheet and nude."
Roy said triumphantly, "There will be mosquitoes."
His daughter said coolly she'd packed a tube of insect repellent leaving Roy wishing he'd packed a tube of girl repellant.
Then Sophie stunned him.
"Dad I also packed condoms."
Roy bleated, at least she thought that was the sound she'd heard.Dad there comes a time when that little word no becomes ineffective and inappropriate."
"I have no idea what you are on about."
Sophie, with a smoldering stare, said: "Don't lie to me. You are aware my loins need you."
Roy said firmly he had no knowledge of such a ridiculous allegation.
"You may as well cooperate daddy. Whether or not you do it, mum will suspect you did despite our denials, whether or not true."
Roy groaned.
Sophie stripped bare and took the camp stove to a safe spot, bending over in front of her father, back on, legs spread a little as she lit the gas supply.
Roy looked, knowing he should have looked away, and found himself licking his lips.
"You swine Royce Drum," he muttered and Sophie turned and walked back to him and said, "What was that?"
"Er I was attempting to say I have a nasty-looking rash that I must get tested."
"Stop lying to me daddy. Get your clothes off and I'll smear repellant over you and then you can do me."
"Do you?"
"Apply repellant. What were you thinking daddy?"
With great relief Sophie said as she neared the finish, "You do your genitalia as my doing it will give you an erection."
Roy accepted that offer gratefully.
He smeared Sophie lightly and said, "You haven't done my breasts, pussy and butt. Those places leave me vulnerable. Please attend to them. You'll get a better coverage than I will. Just mind how you go with your fingers."
Well Roy got his erection. He saw Sophie look at it and smile but she kindly made no comment.
When he finished Sophie said, "Thanks Roy."
She often used his name playfully when they were alone. She then said, "Oooh my nipples are swollen."
Roy was suckered and looked and looked up into her huge smile.
God he was a dick, er an idiot, he lamented.
"It's lovely having you take such a close interest in me," she said. "We're having such a lovely time, aren't we?"
Roy said honestly, "We're having an unforgettable experience."
"Yes and wait till mum hears about it."
Roy groaned and Sophie looked concerned and asked the 43-year-old was he okay".
They hungrily ate the delicious hot minced steak and potato-topped pie served alongside long ago thawed frozen peas and they each sipped a glass of red wine from a cardboard cask.
They cleared away, applying the wildness code of leaving nothing of human occupation behind and then went to bed, still nude, and both ready to sleep. Before they really drifted off Sophie sighed and turned in against her dad, flattening her breasts against his back and gently breathing into his ear.
Roy developed the biggest boner he'd had in years and smiled into sleep.
Armed next morning with that sense of authority, alertness and self-preservation that adults seem to possess, Roy was out of bed before Sophie awoke and to begin groping him, if she was that way inclined.
She awoke to the smell of cooking bacon, potato cakes and eggs.
"Hi daddy."
"Hi beautiful. Clean your teeth and bring your beautiful self out here for breakfast."
"Don't you mean my beautiful body, you like my tits don't you daddy?"
"I hear what you say but I say bring your beautiful self out here."
She came wearing panties, having seen her father was already dressed.
"This inflation of yours to have sex with me," he said smiling. "What's behind it?"
"Well for a start I didn't wish to have a chunk of my hiatus summer go by without sex."
"By hiatus you mean the time between moving from teenager into the status of young adult?"
"Right on daddy. But I'm influenced by the fact that Ruby, Maria, Kennedy and Jo-Anne claim their daddies have gone some way with them, and sexy Paula alleges he daddy went all the way with her and they continue to do it at least once a week."
"And you wish to follow the pack?"
"Yes."
"And you don't care a shit what I think about this?"
Roy saw the shock flood her daughter's face."
She swallowed and hesitated. "Um dad I thought you'd fuck any female who looked attractively enough, given the chance."
"Perhaps you're right but I'd exclude my daughter, my sisters, my mother and your other grandma."
"But we are talking about me, not about my aunts and my grandmas."
"Why should they be ignored? All of you are family and fucking family is called incest."
"Daddy calm down, I had no wish to upset you."
"I accept that. You are young and impetuous."
"So no fucking?"
"No."
"But we can sleep together nude?"
"Yes Sophie?"
"What if you get a boner during the night and think you are with mum?"
"I'd expect you to push me away."
"Oh."
"Sophie!"
"Oh yes, I would push you away."
The next three nights went without incident. On the second day Sophie had been beside herself when they went down over two significant rapids and on Day 3 she took on the big one and they both came through right way up and unscathed. She thought that was one of her most exciting times ever.
In the lazy pool after that almost hair-raising run Roy paddled right up to her, said, "How was that baby?" and kissed her. She tongued him and he didn't resist. In fact she felt a couple of tongue waggles."
"That kiss was almost better daddy," she cooed. "But that wild ride was truly something. God it leaves sea kayaking for dead."
"Well not if an Orca rises up alongside you to scare the crap out of you."
"Quite right daddy and paddling into a pristine, deserted bay against a cloudless summer sky really is in a league of its own."
"An excellent response sweetheart."
On day three Sophie acted humiliated when she found she wasn't strong enough to help her dad do the portage of her kayak around the first waterfall.
"Look don't be upset," Roy soothed. "Genetically you are not meant to be as strong as a male."
"Well have to make three trips," she wailed.
"So what. Are we in a hurry?"
Sophie smiled and said, "I love you daddy."
CHAPTER 3
On day six, their last day and only a 4-hour paddle to go, they heard the noise of the falls around the bend.
"Follow me into the landing," Roy said. "Be careful because there's little margin for error.
But Sophie came distracted looking at the rising mist from the falls and she was too wide out when she turned in to follow Roy.
"Dad," she screamed.
Roy looked and instantly realized she was caught in the current and the narrowing gap.
He paddled frantically, glad he still went regularly to the gym as he felt the power flow through his arms and to his grip on the paddle. He got around Sophie, but only just, and rammed the bow of her kayak that pushed her out of the flow and she called "Thanks daddy" as she paddled into the back swirl that took her into the landing.
But it was too late for Roy. All he could do was to hope for the best. He straightened his bow and steered into what he considered was the deepest flow of water, reasoning that might give him some cushioning on the bumpy descent of some thirty feet over two rocky ledges.
"Daddy!" Sophie screamed.
He dug in his paddle, unable to wave goodbye. With luck he'd come up smiling.
He surfaced in pain with a fractured shoulder and suffering a big bump to the head. The kayak had almost split in two when it hit the first ledge amid cascading water and then it disintegrated when thumping on to the second ledge, sending Roy somersaulting. That threw him clear of the jagged rocks at the base but although the water broke his fall he slammed against a submerged rock and took the forced of the collusion on his left arm and he cracked his head and felt dizzy.
Crying and sliding down the steep back, unconcerned for her own safety, Sophie at first saw no sign of her father. Then she spotted his yellow and orange PSD on rocks against the far side of the pool. She jumped in and found he was unconscious but breathing, and breathing quite easily she thought.
Sophie lay over him and cried, thinking he wasn't dead and that he'd live. Tears blinded her.
"Get off my fucking shoulder. I think it's broken."
"Oh daddy, welcome back to me," she sobbed.
They discussed their options.
It was either a 350-ft rock climb up a high ridge for Sophie to get cell phone coverage or to carry on in the one kayak.
"It's your call daddy."
"That climb looks a mite dangerous to me. Some of that rock has been fractured by erosion. We go to Brunner in the one kayak. Dump everything you can at the landing and you're then be able to carry the kayak. Take plenty of rests. Oh bring my weatherproof jacket and a bandage."
"That's to support your shoulder but what about your head."
"No that's just a whopping bruise. I'm talking coherently aren't I?"
"Very."
After consuming four painkillers from the medical kit, Roy got Sophie to help him into the jacket and it was tight, almost like a sling. She then bandaged Roy's arm and shoulder according to his instructions to immobilize the shoulder joint.
"That's great."
"Is it painful?"
"Hell yes but not as painful and when I was sprawled over that rock and then having you drag me across the pool. You performed brilliantly Sophie. I'm so proud of you."
"Shut up dad otherwise you'll make me cry," she said, weeping.
"God Nurse Sophie, am I glad I had a daughter instead of a son."
"Dad you mongrel, stop it," she yelled, weeping uncontrollably.
Roy lay flat in the cockpit and Sophie sat astride him on a pack over his waist, both her legs in the water.
The river was widening so Roy suggested she try her cell phone.
Sophie hauled it out of the waterproof bag and reported no go.
When they rounded the next bend she tried again and received a fairly strong signal.
"Tommy's number is on the map."
"Hi Tommy. It's... Yes as you say, the big tits youngster," Sophie said smiling at her father. "We are about eight miles up river from you. Dad has a fractured shoulder and is disabled. Can you come up for us?"
Sophie allowed the kayak to drift with the current, knowing by keeping still and just steering it, she reduced the discomfort for her father.
Finally they heard the sound of the jet boat.
"Oooh haven't we had a great adventure daddy?"
Roy groaned in pain, no longer feeling he had to play it tough.
The 'fractured shoulder' turned out to be a broken collarbone and Roy had to stay in hospital for the night under observation for possible concussion.
Sophie went back to the cabins at Brunner and during the night Johnny slid into her bed and she received heaps of sex and each time made Johnny wear a condom.
At breakfast next morning Susan said, "Did Johnny visit you during the night?"
Perhaps it was the big adventure but whatever it was Sophie felt her maturity.
"Yes he did and I such a bitch allowing him to stay."
"No it's fine. It takes some of the pressure off me when he gets what he wants when out prowling. He'd very good isn't he?"
"God Susan, he left me legless."
The two women screamed with laughter.
Waiting at the hospital for her father to be discharged, Sophie called her mum.
"Hi."
"Hi," said Trudy. "I've really missed you two."
"We've missed you too and Rufus."
"You mean you've missed Rufus as well as me?"
"Dad said two or three times he was missing you and missing Rufus," Sophie lied.
"Omigod. I can't believe my ears. Those two hate each other."
"Well perhaps nothing will change but that's how it was. We should be home by midnight."
"Oh I almost forgot. Dad took a bit of a tumble and broke his collarbone."
"Well I did marry an adventurer."
"Mum why did you really marry dad?"
There was a pause and then, "This is for your ears only darling. He had a good bulge and he was and so fit I thought he could go all night. I... um I have a bit of an appetite for sex, rather a little too much in fact. Thank god you take after your father in more ways than one. You may escape my curse."
"Mum dad and I got merry on red wine on our third night, celebrating the half-way mark of achievement. I asked did you and he still have sex and he astonished me by saying yes."
Sophie lied, "In fact mum he said his greatest thrill in life... this gets crude now mum ... was ramming you into exhaustion."
"Omigod. You two must have become really intimate. Did he, um, interfere with you?"
"Christ mum, what do you take us two for, hypersexual idiots with no concept of morality?"
"Oh darling, I meant nothing like that at all. Um did daddy call you Sophie while you were away."
"What did you think mum?"'
"I suspect he would have. You father always like getting his own way.""
"I loved him for suggesting it mummy."
"While I've been here by myself with my non-interfacing dog for company, I was thinking perhaps you should be legally renamed Sophie. It would be timely to complete the process before you start college."
Sophie... er Denise... waited holding her breath.
"Well do you think we should do that darling?"
"Oh yes mummy. Oh yes I'd love that. Mum can I ask you something very personal?"
"Yes of course."
"Promise not to get mad at me?"
"Just spit it out darling."
"Why have you never had sex with me?"
"Have some of your friends been talking to you about the relationship they have with their mother?"
"Yes."
"Well that's a question I never thought I'd hear from you. I've occasionally thought about it darling but well it would be immoral and totally unacceptable to me. What about you?"
"Oh the same for sure."
"And what about sex with your father?"
"Are you crazy? He's my father and that would be absolutely inappropriate. God I feel sick."
"Oh good girl. That's the reaction you're supposed to have. Your parents are not supposed to be your fuckbags darling."
"My what?"
"You heard darling. Drive safely. I'll try to keep Rufus awake to greet his mellowing daddy."
THE END