Harper’s Afloat

Author’s Note: This was the nineteenth episode in the series:


We all knew it! Harper Valley was taking over our lives. It wasn’t so much that anyone was getting bored with sex – quite the reverse in fact. We could barely pass each other in the hallway now without having to resort to some minor indecency. A hot little spank, fondle of a breast – even a full-on quickie up against the wall if the coast was clear. Admittedly, the latter was usually with Kylie, who had no qualms whatsoever about getting down and sexy with me anytime, any place! When a hot little tease wanders out of the bathroom into your room late nights in just her skimpy bra and panties, one finger in her mouth giggling – what the hell are you supposed to do? Get out your crucifix and wave it in her face, while snarling “Back spawn of Satan?” or read aloud an appropriate passage from the Gospel According to St Mark maybe?

Whilst Natalie was more inclined to seek out prolonged late-night action under my covers – The Yardbirds’ one-time hit Over Under Sideways Down, coming readily to mind here, Jenna still had this thing for being squashed submissively up against the steering wheel pre-school. I have a theory that she rather likes the feel of sticky panties as she sits at her desk. No accounting for taste. Certainly fun getting them sticky!

Activities between the three of them were common-place if not significantly on the increase. Two of them would end up taking extraordinarily long showers together when Chris was not home, Jenna and Natalie especially I noticed. Nor was it rare to hear crazed giggling from one of the rooms, and giving in to temptation I would look-in to find Kylie on her back – usually naked or close to – being kissed and fondled by Natalie (she always tends to keep just her panties on) while Jenna would be licking her sister’s pussy in frenzied delight, quite often with her hand in her own knickers (if she had any on). For my part, it was never a wise move to actually go in, as this would invariably degenerate into a three-girl rape session….exactly as they had planned it.

I think though that we sensed even then, it all had ultimately to end – as much at home as in the Valley. What otherwise would be the plan? Bring their boyfriends home to routinely fuck their other sisters? Invite Brad, Jerry, Connor and associates to each wedding so they could do a number on the bridesmaids, if not the bride? Have them tell their friends they had to be back home early because their father wanted to try a new position?

We hadn’t yet got to the stage of a round table conference but assuredly winds of change were blowing in from the south.

Meanwhile the Harper juggernaut rolled on. Interestingly, in discussing life with Jerry, Brad and Warwick amongst others, it seemed that each and every daughter was becoming more and more ..desirous let’s say, of more regular intimacies. According to Warwick, Brianna was skirting dangerously close to the edge of nymphomania so far as her night-time needs were concerned. Hell, my three were well past that!

The next gathering saw everyone back at George’s place. Strictly speaking it should have been our turn, but given that in the intermediary period we had hosted a major barbecue function to honor Jenna’s soccer league success at their State semi-final, we were exonerated. Jerry, Brad, Warwick Connor and several others had attended the match and the post barbecue festivities. With no preconceived intent, at least I like to think that, the afternoon had, with the undoubted assistance of several bottles of champagne, taken on the attributes of a typical Harper’s script. Basically, in Natalie’s enforced absence, Jenna and Kylie both found themselves the main attraction and by late afternoon had been so comprehensively fucked by each and every guest a number of times – both singly and together, they were forced to declare giggling, a state of vaginal emergency.

The event was soured to a small degree at the point Brad, admittedly whilst ‘under the weather,’ produced a camera–phone and commenced what was obviously intended as his own private photographic exhibition of Jenna, who having been three-quarters stripped of her sports outfit and pushed across a low trestle table in little more than her panties, was being somewhat indelicately penetrated by Connor and his friend. Not that she was objecting. Over with Kylie’s group at the time, I managed to get myself back on-site and wrest the device off him after just one pic. Even though not officially a Harper’s engagement, I reminded him of the total photographic ban in place. Being otherwise fully engaged (if not engorged) at the time, Jenna remains ignorant to this day, of the existence of that one carnally explicit portrait (You think I was going to delete it?)

George’s get-together was much like George himself. Polished, very well organised and in good taste. Yes, girls can be fucked tastefully or not. Its all in the methodology and the surroundings.

From my viewpoint I took the opportunity of spending most of the day with Larissa. I hadn’t seen that much of her for a few weeks and had been missing her greatly. Didn’t even get to the stage of unhinged physical by-play for quite a while, just preferring to talk, cuddle and kiss her, while catching up on lost moments. My three were by necessity being stripped and fondled however within minutes of the front door closing. Natalie and Jenna found themselves side by side on the same lounge, being French-kissed while other hands worked their way inexorably into their bras and knickers. The last I saw of Kylie, she was being groped on all sides and propelled somewhat roughly into George’s den just across the hallway in nothing more than her high-cut bikini briefs, by four slavering dads. George was with her so I knew the other three would be OK!

There were plenty of parents to go around…of both sexes and thus Brianna, Louise, Chantelle, Tanya, Michelle, Brittany, Nadia etc, were all potentially well catered for.

Meanwhile Larissa and I had ended up in her bedroom and as I undressed her slowly on her own bed I finally realized what I should always have known and understood. That like my three, she was still just a young girl growing up, experiencing admittedly the sexual freedom not one in twenty million probably have the chance to, yet enjoying her body every bit as much as her partners. Love and sex after all, remain completely separate entities despite the fact that social etiquette tells us they should be intrinsically linked at all times.

At one stage I recall George coming in on his own while I was making love to Larissa on her side and with her back to him. She knew he was there. The casual observer might have described the scene as erotically perverse, seeing a girl’s father kneeling at his seventeen-year old daughter’s bedside, gently stroking her neck and shoulders as she is being taken to the heights of sexual passion by a man getting-on for three times her age. It certainly was a surreal experience. I was hoping privately I could maybe return the favor if he and Natalie found themselves in as emotionally vulnerable a position some time in the near future.

Probably to allow some of the other girls a little more sexual latitude but “the triplets” were given a rest in the ‘bedroom mazurka’ sequence after the rest period. It was almost refreshing just sitting out in the garden with them and Larissa, just talking normally rather than over-indulging our group libidos. From what I heard later, little Caitlin and Tanya were given extended work-outs in every known position. Not sure who the third girl was. I did notice that Graham, Chloe and Kirsten were absent from the party due, so it was suggested, to it being Chloe’s time of the month.

This entire interlude however is not the center-piece of this particular Harper episode. So allow me to move right along.

Once in a while, Jerry actually has all his brain cells functioning in parallel. They were, the day he called me and said,

“Well, what about a cruise?”

“A cruise?” I replied. “You mean like Master & Commander: The Far Side of the World?….or A Night to Remember, Jer?”

“Just one of those island cruises,” he answered sullenly.

For those of you unfamiliar with Sydney nautical options, this is a city of maritime delights. People get about on boats here like those in Switzerland use skis. Sydney harbor is a boatman’s paradise and being, with the possible exception of San Francisco or Auckland the world’s largest and most heavily populated waterway, it offers any and every floating relaxation imaginable. From two hour harbor cruises to all day trips outside the heads up and down the near coastal inlets, its just a matter of how much damage your American Express card can reasonably sustain. For the well-heeled, the “Tasmanian Sea-Link” car-ferry can zap your family and Camry down to Hobart in a matter of two nights or so. Cost you way more than a return trip to London but hell, it’s one over the top luxury vessel.

Now as it happens, Jerry was talking about one of the local island crawls. By “local” I mean Noumea, Vanuatu, French New Caledonia, even the odd “mystery” island as the brochures gushingly promise. All up ultimately, much the same distance as Auckland. Infinite routing permutations and all supported by the latest generation cruise ships….80-100,000 tonne leviathans most of which are considerably bigger than the QE2. The trick is, to get enough people to go to make it economically feasible. A twenty-nine hundred dollar single berth can be picked up for as little as $850 if you get enough people to share a state-room.

Well hey, at Harpers, the one thing we weren’t short of was people!

Took maybe a week’s organizing but with the upcoming October holidays a seven to eight day cruise would not intrude on any school time. In the upshot, most everyone was more than willing to join the odyssey and with a little coercion we managed to book out five adjoining eight-berth cabins on A-Deck. Myself, the three girls, George, Larissa, Jerry and Michelle in suite 724. Pete, his seventeen year old son Michael, Brad and Louise, Steve and Nadia, Mal and Cathy in 722. Graham, Chloe and Kirsten, Chris, his wife Anne and their daughter Meredith, Wayne and Caitlin in 720. In suite 718 was crammed Paul and Chantelle, Connor and Sandy, Sue and Tanya, Keith and Brittany. In the furthest suite – 716 were Danielle and her dad Mike, Warwick and Brianna, Virginia, her younger sister Rhiannon, and father Craig. Theirs had a spare bed. A rather healthy ratio all up one must admit, of twenty-two girls to seventeen men. The “Valley” was well represented you might say!

Boarding that Friday evening was as hectic an affair as you might imagine it would be, with over two thousand people having to cram into Circular Quay where even the bridge of the Pacific Princess towered over the maritime terminal, her rear jutting out almost as far as the Harbor Bridge itself. It was a hot night and the ship’s air-conditioning was working overtime to maintain a comfortable balance between the need for layers of deodorant and frigid indifference. Having lost the odd member of our party at varying times amongst the jostling tourist trade, we finally located our parallel suites and incredibly not having a single piece of luggage misplaced, we checked-in to our quite splendid quarters.

First up, and doubtless this was repeated right the way through to 716 a “fight” for the bed with the best view. We had a choice of two double beds a double bunk a single bed and a pull-out trundle. Working on the theory that Jenna was arguably the smallest cabin-member – she inherited the pull-out. Kylie and Natalie had a cat-fight going over the single-bed nearest the window. Solved that by giving it to Jerry. I realized at this stage, “what the hell did it matter anyway?” as if anyone would be staying in the same bed!