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An Unknown Relative

... said. “I may go naked.” “As erotic as that sounds, this is probably more exciting,” I told her. “Less isn’t always more. Dressing sexy is sometimes more exciting than wearing nothing. What you have on leaves something to the imagination. I have a very fertile imagination. I think what you would look like if I took your shirt or your panties off. She pushed the waistband of the panties down, giving me a peek at a little flame red stripe of curls. It was only a flash but it was incredibly sexy. “Stop it or I’m not going to feed you,” I told her. “What are we having?” she asked. “I’m going to make scallops and we’re going to grill tuna,” I told her. “Have you ever had fresh grilled tuna?” “No, only out of a can,” she said. “I don’t like it much.” “This is nothing like that,” I said. The galley has a grill next to the range and I fired it up. She sat at the bar and watched me, her breasts hanging forward and pushed together by her arms with the nipples barely showing as she leaned on her elbows. The tuna had been marinating and I had the scallops ready to go. I had rice ready to fry and two kinds of squash. I made her chop onions and cut up the squash while I put the tuna on the grill. It sizzled away and I put the rice and vegetables on the griddle and broke three eggs. I had her stir fry everything with soy sauce, oil, butter and Worcestershire sauce. Her butt swayed under the shirt and I took time to press up against her back, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her firmly ...

... against me. I slid my hands under her shirt and cupped those amazing breasts in my hands and she turned her head and looked up at me with those big emerald colored eyes. She raised her lips and I claimed them for a moment. I pulled away and her eyes smoldered at me. I turned the tuna and put the scallops on. If you cook them too long they get tough. These were huge, about the size of a small biscuit and I kept basting them. I basted the tuna too and the scallops were done first. She got two plates and halved the rice and vegetables and I put half a dozen scallops on each plate. We dug in and the scallops were very good. Pendry loved them and took the last three off the grill. The tuna was finished and she ate her piece with relish. “You’re right,” she said. “It was nothing like the can. This is delicious. You’re a fantastic cook, Dad. Thanks. I’ll clean up. You go relax and I’ll join you in a minute. I went up on deck and poured a jigger of good brandy. I put my feet up on the rail and lit up one of the good Cubans. I closed my eyes and relaxed. She came up in about 15 minutes. “I didn’t know you smoked,” she said. “I don’t,” I told her. “I smoke a couple of cigars a month. Would you like one?” “Are they good?” she asked. “I think so. Some people hate them.” “I’ll try one,” she said. “What are you drinking?” “It’s brandy. I’ll get you some of that too.” I went below and got a cigar out of the humidor and some brandy for her. When I got back she was sitting in my chair. “Hey, ...