Stranded in Paradise
Stranded in Paradise
After a few practice rounds we get into it. Gwen is easily the best at it, no surprises there. She was a prolific athlete back in high school, and she's six feet tall. Poppy is easily the worst; She's short and uncoordinated, but makes a real earnest effort lunging after the ball. Kit and I are both pretty average.
We're two points behind, Gwen and Poppy will win if they score one more. Poppy sets the ball, and Gwen spikes it. Kit and I both lunge after it at the same time, colliding mid air. I land on top of her. The ball thuds on the sand behind us.
We're pressed together chest to chest; my legs between hers. Our eyes meet and she graces me with a coy smile.
"Are you ok?" I ask.
I try to push myself up, but she grabs my arm, keeping me on top of her.
"I'm ok. Are you?" She asks breathily.
"Yeah..." I trail off. She's ever so slightly grinding against me. I feel myself stirring to attention. "Hey, Kit, what are you-"
"Hey! What are you guys doing?" Questions Gwen, sternly.
I break out of my trance. "Uh, sorry Gwen, I landed weird." I say unconvincingly.
This time when I try to get up Kit lets me. Needless to say, we lost the match.
That night we gather 'round the fire enjoying Kit's cooking. A simple stew made of breadfruit and fish.
"Is there any coconut in this?" I ask "it tastes really good."
"I boiled everything in coconut water, yeah," says Kit. "I kind of wish there was more a bit more variety in our diets though."
"I get what you mean! I'm getting a little sick of breadfruit," says Poppy.
"I don't know, I don't really mind it. I'm glad we've got something at least. It could be worse," I say.
"You're such an optimist, I don't know if I love or hate that about you." Says Kit.
We eat in silence for a bit.
"Anyone want to tell a story?" Asks Kit.
Gwen volunteers. She's not the best storyteller, but we endure it nonetheless.
The next day I go fishing with Gwen.
She's wearing shorts and a simple floral patterned t-shirt. Gwen still has most of her clothes. I'm wearing shorts, but no shirt: my go-to outfit.
We wade out into the water, bamboo spears in our hands. The water is pretty warm, but I would've preferred it to be a bit cooler.
"Most of the fish don't mind our presence if we just stand around for a while. There tend to be a lot of fish this side of the island."
"So we just stay still and wait 'til we see something?" I ask
"Yeah, pretty much. When you see a good sized fish you want to aim just below it. The water makes it look higher up than it is.
"Weird, alright. It might take me a little while to get used to this."
We don't talk much as we wait for the fish. I'm pretty fixated on the task at hand.
A decent-sized fish lazily swims by us. I take my chance and launch my spear into the water, missing fabulously and driving my spear into deep into the sand.
Gwen smirks at me. "You almost got it."
"Yeah, yeah," I say.
We wait around for a while before Gwen speaks up: "Kit's just leading you on because she's bored. Whatever's going on with you two needs to stop."
"What are you talking about?" I ask as if I'm actually surprised.
"I saw that little incident when we were playing volleyball. She's just fucking with you cuz she's bored and you're the only guy on the island."
"So what if she is? We're cousins, it's not like I see her that way." I say, hoping I believe it myself.
"No? Well let's keep it that way..."
"How about you quit telling me what to do? You're not Mom." I raise my voice a bit.
"Mom's dead, and we're stranded on an island; someone has to act like an adult," she retorts.
"We wouldn't be stranded at all if it weren't for you! I was supposed to be captain for this crossing, and you didn't listen to me when I gave clear orders," I say, temper rising.
"Oh so this is all my fault!? And what? That means you should be allowed to fondle your cousin?"
"So you dictate what is and isn't "allowed?"" I'm getting angrier.
"Yeah, I guess I do. Cuz I'm the only one with my head screwed on straight."
I'm fuming at this point. "Alright, point taken. I'm done here." I say through gritted teeth. I throw my spear into the water and storm off. Or at least I try to storm off: it's more of a slow, silent, lumbering wade off.
When I get back to the campsite, Kit's sunning herself as usual. She sees me approach, throwing on one of my shirts. It's loose around the shoulders and arms, but tight around her chest, it doesn't leave too much to the imagination.
"What's wrong?" She asks, with genuine concern.
"Gwen and I just got into a fight," I say.
"Oh no! Do you want to talk about it?" She asks.
"Not really, it got kind of personal."
"Wanna get it off you mind? We could play another game of chess," she says.
"Sure." I say.
We head into the chess hut, shaded by the three walls. The first game is pretty hard fought.
"You're very generous." Kit says, ominously, before taking my knight. I go to recapture, but my pawn is pinned.
"Goddamnit.. alright, you win. My position is hopeless."
She grins: "how about we raise the stakes?"
"What do you mean?"
"Next person who loses has to give up an article of clothing."
"I've just got my shorts and boxers," I reply.
"And I've just got my shirt and bikini bottoms."
Is Gwen right? Is Kit just fucking with me because she's bored? Whatever, I want to see her naked either way. I'm not going to let Gwen tell me what to do.
"You're on!" I say.
This game doesn't last as long as the previous one. I fuck up the opening and castle into a war zone.
"Aaaand that's mate." Says my triumphant cousin.
"Dammit."
"Lose those shorts, boy," she says, face contorted in expression of pure gloating.
"Who're you calling boy? I'm older than you," I say, but I get up and strip for her anyway.
I've still got my boxers on, but I can still feel her eyes on me, sizing me up.
"You're going down!" I say, sitting back down.
I've got the white pieces this time, and while she puts up a fight, I get a favorable endgame.
"Shit," she says, as I place my pawn on the promotion square.
"I'll take that queen now," I say.
"Fine, you win. There's no use playing on."
"You know the deal."
"You're such a pervert, I can't believe you want me to take my top off," she says facetiously.
"Me? You started it, Kitty." I smirk back at her.
In one quick motion she whips off her shirt. It's actually pretty impressive. I've seen them before, but her perky breasts are a sight to behold.
"Good, now I've got you distracted. You're going down!" She says.
She has the white pieces this time. We're both pretty focused on the game, neither of us gaining much of advantage in the middle game, until she moves her rook to a preposterous square, inviting my knight to fork it and the king, giving me a massive advantage.
She must be setting up some kind of trap, unless...
"That's a free rook," I say, gobbling it up with my knight.
She's still got a smile on her face. "Oh no, silly me. I guess I must've missed that."
She then moves her queen right into the sightline of my bishop.
Is she trying to lose on purpose?
"Oh no! Did I mess up again?" She gives me a knowing look.
I take her queen.
let's test this
"Careful. If you move your rook you'll hang mate."
She makes direct eye contact, and moves her rook.
"I must still be concussed, I'm playing so bad today," she says.
I move my queen to the back rank, delivering mate.
"Good game Kitty. Take 'em off," I say.
"If you want to see it so bad, you can do it yourself," she says, favoring me with a sultry look.
My heart starts beating faster. I get up, the evidence of my arousal stretching my boxers.
She leans back, giving me easy access to her bikini bottoms. I start to untie of the sides. I only get a brief glimpse of her stubbly bush when we're interrupted.
"Guys! You have to come see thi--" Poppy cuts herself off when she takes in the sight: me, in my underwear, taking off my topless cousin's bikini."
"What are you guys doing?" She asks, at a loss for words.
"Strip chess. You're free to join in sometime if you want," says Kit coolly.
"Oh, ok," says Poppy, accepting this explanation much too easily.
"What'd you want to show us Popsicle?" I ask, pulling my shorts back on.
"I found something really weird on the island! I don't know where it came from; it's a total mystery!"
Kit pulls her shirt back on.
We follow Poppy along the beach about a quarter of the way along the perimeter of the island, on the exact opposite coast from where the wreck is.
The first thing I see is Gwen with pursed lips, glaring accusation at us. The next thing I notice is a huge design, made of rocks on the beach. It's about 12 feet by 12 feet, the design could be described as a window missing 4 lines, a rolling plus sign, or an ancient Hindu symbol for good luck.
I start laughing.
"Is that a fucking swastika?" Asks my cousin Kit, but she's cracking a smile as she says it.
"Alright, so which one of you did this?" Glowers my older sister.
"Don't look at me. I was with Kit this whole time," I say.
"Poppy says she just found it, so it could've been here all night," Gwen says.
"How do we know you didn't make it? You act like a fucking nazi. Seems right up your alley." I spit venom at my older sister.
"Well for the record, I think Poppy did it. It's her sense of humor after all," says Gwen.
"Whaaaat? Me? This is way more like Kitty's sense of humor than mine," says Poppy.
Kit decides to join in on the fun and betray me. "Nah, this has Danny written all over it."
"Couldn't be me, you know I'm like 3 percent Jewish." I say.
"We're all like 3 percent Jewish, we're in the same family dumbass," replies my dear cousin.
"Is no one going to fess up?" Asks Gwen.
We all look at each other, waiting for a confession. Nobody comes forward.
"What if there's someone else on the island?" I ask, paranoia beginning to creep in.
"There's no way," says Gwen, "there's been no boats, no sign of anyone docking, no marks on the beach of any kind. If there was someone here, Poppy or I would know."
"Maybe it was aliens!" Interjects Poppy excitedly.
"Why the hell would aliens make a giant swastika on the beach?" Asks Gwen.
"I don't know, aliens do all kinds of weird things." Poppy responds.
"Yeah, but they make crop circles, not crop swastika's, Popsie" says Kit.
"How do you know? Have you ever seen an alien?" Asks Poppy
"I don't even believe in aliens," says Kit.
"Whaaaat?" Says Poppy.
"Why not?" I ask, "the universe is so huge. I think it's statistically impossible for there not to be other life out there."
"Yeah, I don't know. I feel like if there were aliens out there we'd have found them by now." Kit responds.
Somehow our conversation completely devolves into debating the existence of aliens.
We end up leaving the rock swastika where it is. It's kind of a good landmark.
That night we sit around the fire eating a stew made of bananas and breadfruit, flavored with jasmine.
Kit volunteers to tell a story. She talks at length about two relatives, in the Massachusetts puritan colony. It features a tall, thin, fun-hating puritan woman who wants to keep them apart; it's clearly supposed to be Gwen.
"And then they stole a rowboat and rowed all the way to Nantucket Island: where they lived and loved happily ever after." Kit finishes.
I don't know what to say.
Poppy claps: "what a great story!"
"Yeah. Great." Grumbles Gwen through gritted teeth.
"Did you like it Danny?" Kit asks me, with a knowing look.
"Uh, yeah... It'll give me a lot to think about." I say.
The next day, Gwen is fishing, and Poppy just left to go foraging.
I'm relaxing in my hut, in my hammock, when Kit saunters in topless.
"Where's your shirt?" I ask.
"I'm sick of doing what Gwen says. I want an even tan," she responds.
"Real." I say.
"Wanna shave my legs again?" She asks.
"Uh, sure," I say.
She lays down on a beach towel and I get my shaving kit in order, stropping my razor a few times.
"Before you start, you might want to close the door." She instructs.
I close the door: a simple plank make of bamboo stocks lashed together. Light can still get in through my hut's windows: square holes in the bamboo walls, covered in sheet cloth.
"Now that we've got some privacy; I owe you something."
"What do you mean?" I ask
"Oh, you know, from chess. You won that last game fair and square." She says, smiling with catlike subtlety.
"Did I?"
"Yeah, and you never got to unwrap your prize," she says, opening her legs slightly.
I feel myself stirring slightly at the prospect. "Fair," is all I manage to stay.
I get down on one knee, untying her bikini bottoms, slowing pulling them off her - revealing her stubbly bush wreathing her inviting lips.
I need to get off this island before I do something I can't take back.
I'm sure my face is beat red. Kit laughs at me good-naturedly.
"It'll be easier to shave you now," I say, trying to distract myself from the obvious.
I shave her legs as efficiently as I can.
"Should I shave here too?" I ask, daring to put a hand on her bush.
"Please! I hate when it grows out like this."
I pull her skin just enough to keep it taut, running my razor over her skin. I take my time, trying not to cut her.
I shave the area around her vulva, gently touching it a few times as I maneuver my razor around her delicate parts.
Maybe I can touch her a bit more.
Emboldened, I feel my way along her body, gently brushing my hand across her clit. I run my hand down her labia, and back up again: she's pretty wet. I'm done shaving her at this point, but I play pretend, gliding my razor against her skin; giving me the opportunity to feel her up a bit more.
I'm rock hard, totally thinking with the wrong head at this point. I put down my razor and towel. I bring my hand back to her moist entrance.
"What are you-" She asks, cut off as I plunge two fingers inside her. I curl my fingers and she lets out small moan.
"We shouldn't be doing this." She says.
I don't slow down: plunging in and out of her with one hand, massaging her clit with the other.
"You've been turning me on. What did you think was going to happen?"
She too busy trying not to moan to answer. I start to go faster, probing against her G-spot. I bring my mouth down to her entrance, unleashing my tongue on her clit. She starts to thrash and writhe, unable to keep herself from loudly moaning.
She grips my hair with both hands, keeping my head in place, firmly pressed between her legs. I don't slow down.
"Oh fuck. Fuck, Danny you're gonna make me-" She cuts herself off, overtaken by waves of orgasmic pleasure.
I don't slow down, intent on bringing her over the edge; I perceive a flash of motion out of the corner of my eye. I stop what I'm doing, turning my head towards my door. For an instant I meet eyes with someone, through I crack in my door, but I can't see any other part of them. In a heartbeat they vanish.
"Wait, Kit. Someone saw us," I loudly whisper to my cousin.
"What!?" She whispers back, making a vain attempt to cover herself up.
"What should we do?" I ask. "Should I go after them?"
"I don't know. Shit... Fuck..." Kit says helpfully.
I come to a decision. "I'll be right back," I say, bolting out the door.
There's no one there. I walk up and down the beach, I walk inland for a little bit. Nothing. Whoever was spying on us is long gone.
We gather round the campfire at night. Kit is back to wearing one of my old shirts.
Poppy tells a story. It's not very good. It's about a bird with a broken wing befriending a raccoon and finally finding the courage to fly. It doesn't make a lot of sense.
The whole time that she talks I try to look for subtle clues in either her or Gwen's faces; any sign as to who saw me going down on Kit. Neither of them give off any obvious signs.
We retire to our cabins shortly thereafter. None of us stay up very late, since we don't really have electric lighting anymore. The only exception is a single solar-powered lantern. We keep it by the game hut during the day, but any of us can grab it at night if we feel like we need it.
The cool light of the solar lantern grows steadily in magnitude: someone is approaching my hut. There's a knock on my door; I open it, revealing Kit.
"We should talk, " she says.
We sit down on opposite sides of the main mat in my hut. She puts the lantern off to the side, illuminating us both,
"What do you wanna talk about?" I ask, knowing the answer already.
"We need to stop fooling around," she says.
My heart sinks. I was hoping she'd have come for other reasons.
"Ok... why?" I ask.
"We're cousins. It's not right."
"That didn't stop you from toying with me, turning me on." I say, trying not to sound too annoyed.
"That's different," she says
"In what way?" I counter.
"I don't know, I guess I didn't think we'd actually do anything so there wasn't any harm in it."
"That doesn't make any sense." I say.
"Well, whatever. This has to stop now."
"Fine," I say, "we'll stop."
"The fact that someone was spying on us today was kind of a wake up call," she continues.
"Who do you think it was?" I ask.
"I don't know; probably Poppy," She says.
"Yeah that's what I was thinking. If Gwen caught us she would've said something about it by now," I say.
"She probably would've tried to stop us."
There's a lull in our conversation for a moment. I break the silence. "Did you enjoy it at least?"
She looks away from me. "Yeah I did... You were really good."
We make eye contact for a brief moment, but in that instant I know she still wants me. My heart beats faster.
"I'm glad. You've got a great body, it was a pleasure touching you, tasting you..."
We make eye contact again, but there's a doe-like gentleness in her expression that I haven't seen before.
I get up, cross over to her, and kneel down in front of her. She's not short, but it feels like I'm towering over her.
"I want to taste you again," I say as I cup her chin in my hands and bring our lips together.
She opens her lips to me and our tongues begin to dance; a waltz at first, developing into a sensuous tango, and finally a passionate salsa. We lose time as I drink in the philter of her lust.
I push her onto her back, breaking the kiss temporarily; I meet her on the floor, joining our lips together. She wraps her arms around my back. I undo the main button on her shorts, and in one quick yank pull them down past her knees.
I bring my hand between her legs: she's wet with anticipation. I trace her clit with slow gentle circles. She moans ever-so-slightly through our conjoined lips.
I need to have her, consequences be damned.
Without warning I free my erection, bring it to her moist entrance and ram it inside. I'm about average length, but I'm well above average in girth. Kit's no virgin, but she's tighter than I expected. She winces at first, but it transforms into a pitchy moan.
I plunge in and out of her, still gently toying with her clit. If she wasn't so wet it would almost be painful to withstand the grasp of her constricting flower.
I go faster, gripping her hips firmly to keep her in place. I pull our lips apart, looking down at her, her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes rolling halfway back.
"Oh fuck Danny! Don't stop!"
I obey her simple request, rhythmically pounding her body with as much force as I can muster. I feel like my erection in about to catch fire. I can't take more of this.
She claws my back with both hands, her moans cascading louder and louder. Her walls pulse and constrict my member as I crash in and out of her, and I die of sensory overload as we both cum together.