“Thanks.” My mouth was dry.“Whaddya wanna watch,” I said, throwing him a lifeline – but he didn’t take it.“Nuthing – I mean – whatev...r.” He was sitting, purposefully, arms crossed. At war with himself. I realized again that he wanted me to make the move. Or, fuck, I don’t know: maybe he was testing me. Whatever – I wasn’t gonna do it. I surfed. We laughed a bit at some fucked up show. I kept surfing. He breathed deep. I looked at him. Poor k**. He was stuck – frozen. Maybe trying to get up his. She was in her usual place on the floor watching TV."Cindy?" I asked getting her attention during a commercial."Yeah, Daddy?" Do you masturbate?" I almost laughed when her mouth dropped wide open."Uh, well sometimes," she finally stammered."Oh, I was just curious since you don't date boys."Nothing more was said or asked about that subject for over a week. I felt relieved that I wouldn't have to answer any more personal questions regarding my sexual life, or so I thought."Hi Dad," Cindy greeted. It wouldn’t be super-secret anymore if I told you how we went from Slimy Polliwogs to Shellbacks. You’ll just have to cross the line yourself to find out.After the ceremony, daddy did something he didn’t usually do because he knew both of us loved the feel of his cum bomb bursting deep in our little cunts. This time, he had me stand watch, while he took Sammie to the pilothouse bunk and made love to her until she was completely worn out from all the times daddy made her cum. Daddy didn’t cum in. ”She sniffled and said, “Do you remember the other week, on TV, the drugs found at the bank?”“Yes, I seem to recall that.”“That was me. I found it. And I went to the Police and turned it in. But, I didn’t know what it was tied to, or what kind of, people, were involved in it, or how it would impact me.”“That was you?”“Yes. And, well, I didn’t know Vince was a drug dealer, kind of like a Lieutenant or something like that, when I met him. When I did find out I walked away from him, but because of.