Stranded in Paradise

Stranded in Paradise

I don't even realize that I came all over her until my consciousness regains its normal function.

"Hey, you," says my cousin, from underneath me.

"Hey Kitty," I say, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Can you get off me? I wanna get cleaned up."

I do, and she does.

I lay down on the mat and watch her towel herself off in the dim light. She's the perfect, shapely, example of a woman.

I don't really know what to say, so I just keep staring at her.

"I guess this is both our faults," she says, crossing back over to me.

"Yeah, I guess so. Was it good for you at least?" I ask, sitting up.

She looks away, flushing slightly. "It was... something... alright. I'm not sure I've ever cum like that before."

"Same," I say truthfully.

"But we shouldn't do it again! We're cousins. It's fucked up," she says.

I meet her eyes: "I agree, in theory at least... but I don't want to stop."

I can tell, by looking into her eyes, that she agrees.

Indeed, we don't stop. The next night, I pay her hut a visit. The night after that she comes to me.

The next day goes by quickly. I go foraging with Poppy. She's afraid of heights, so she conscripts me whenever we want coconuts.

We walk in peaceable silence for a while, until my little sister says, "wanna shave my legs?"

Taken aback I respond, "what? Why do you ask?"

"You've been shaving Kit's legs right? I've been using plastic razors, but I have to re-use way more than you're supposed to," she says.

How does she know I've been shaving Kit's legs?

"Uh, sure Poppy," is all I say out loud.

I climb a tree and gather a handful of coconuts without incident.

After dark, I creep out of my hut to go retrieve the solar lantern.

Kit must've had the same idea, because the lantern's blue-white glow flickers to life, illuminating her body clad in a short blue skirt and borrowed plaid button-up.

I emerge from the shadows. "Evenin' cuz."

She jumps, dropping the lantern in the process.

"What the fuck Danny!?" She exclaims.

I just chuckle at her.

"You almost gave me a heart attack! What are you even doing here?" She continues.

I close the distance between us in a long stride. "I'm here for you."

She backs up instinctively, bumping into a coconut palm.

"You were coming to my room, right?" I say, bringing my body against hers, sandwiching her against the tree.

She looks up into my eyes. "I was," is all she manages.

"Why wait?" I ask, rhetorically, bringing our lips together. She eases open to me, passively accepting my tongues assault.

One of my hands clutches her hip, the other darts under her skirt; her exposed vulva meets me there. She's not wearing underwear.

She's already wet.

I free my erection. I rub it against her wetness, still pressing her body against the tree. "I want you, And I'm going to have you."

"Danny! Here? What if someone sees?" She breathes.

"Everyone's in bed Kit." I say.

I press against her eager opening, slowly, but forcefully, invading. I stretch my cousin's tight pussy.

My next few strokes are excruciating slow; letting her feel every inch of me.

Her head rolls back, mouth agape, in an unvoiced moan of pleasure.

I pick up speed. "God, you're tight. I'm going to feel every inch of you."

I gyrate my hips, standing-fucking her against the tree. I piston my pelvis up, she'd have to stand on her tiptoes of she didn't want me to bury myself to the hilt. Instead, she slides down the tree, spreading her legs in the process, opening herself up to me.

I repay her submission by fucking her with all the force I can muster.

"Oh fuck Danny, I'm gonna--" She's cut off by a series of deep moans.

I bring my hand to her clit and gently, but quickly, rub her to the pace of my forceful fucking.

She lets out incomprehensible animal speech, her pussy pulses against my dick as if it eject me, but I only fuck her harder to give her a longer and more powerful orgasm.

I continue to fuck her submitting, standing, body, until I feel the pleasure and the pressure building until the damn breaks.

I don't notice that I came inside her until I regain normal consciousness.

I pull out of, and away from her. "Sorry about that, I kinda lapsed."

It takes her a second to understand what I'm saying. "You've got nothing to apologize for," she says breathily, "besides, I'm on the pill."

"That's news to me."

"Me, Gwen, and Poppy are all on the pill," she says matter-of-factly, "it helps regulate our cycles. I've still got most of my year's supply."

There's some rustling in the leaves in the distance. It could just be the wind, but it sounds like someone's over there.

We break apart and go to our huts just in case.

There's not much to do the next day. There's nothing for me to build, Poppy's off foraging and Gwen's spear fishing. I walk the perimeter of the island, past the wreck site and the mysterious hindu symbol.

Kit's sunning herself on a remote section of the beach, far from the campsite. She's laying on a beach towel, on her stomach: bikini bottoms, no top. Her shapely legs are ever-so-slightly spread.

She doesn't hear me approach, she's either asleep or very near it.

I plop down on her butt, straddling her. I start gently rubbing her back.

"mM... Danny..?" She asks woozily.

There, she's awake now. Seeing her like this sent all my blood to the wrong head. Now that we've started doing it I can't get enough of her.

I rub her shoulders while I slowly, firmly, grinding the evidence of my passion against her butt.

"How was your nap?" I ask.

"It was good..." She says, but unable to ignore my obvious interest. "We could go back to one of our huts?"

I don't want to make the long journey back. I unzip my fly, freeing my member. I rub my erection between her legs, her bikini bottoms are the only thing barring my entry.

"What are you doing?" She makes a feeble effort to sit up, but my weight holds her in place. "What if someone sees us?"

"We're on the opposite side of the island from the camp," I say, pushing her bikini to the side, outlining her vulva with my fingers. "God, you're wet already. You're insatiable, Kitty."

She responds with a slight shiver, and a nearly imperceptible moan.

I push my head against her opening, lubricating myself a bit, then slowly but forcefully entering my cousin's pussy. She tries to conceal her immediate moaning. "Oh fuck," is all she manages.

I'm still straddling her, my legs outside her's. I squeeze her legs together, holding her firmly in place, and making her tight entrance feel even tighter. I pick up my pace, forcefully using my weight to fuck her with all my might.

She bites the towel, trying to hide the the noises her pleasure brings.

"Let it all out Kitty. Nobody's on this side of the island."

I pick up speed and she moans to match my mounting force.

"Good girl."

I've got one hand on her back, holding her down, and the other hand grips her hip. I plunge in and out of her, the pleasure from her tightness radiating though my cock. I resist the urge to cum.

Her moans mount with my every thrust, she squirms underneath me, arms flailing.

I decide to dominate her more. I pin her arms to her sides, holding her down and in place.

"You couldn't escape my grip if you wanted to, now you just have to lay there and take it."

I fuck her with long forceful strides. She's moaning louder now.

"Isn't that right?" I ask.

She squirms a bit, but I hold her firm. "You're right, you can do whatever you want to me. There's-" moaning louder "-nothing I can do!"

''If you like being used this much, I'm going to keep doing this to you."

I fuck her harder, whatever she was saying disappears in a cascade of moans as her body shakes.

"Oh God-" Is all she manages before she screams out in orgasmic bliss. It's too much for me I get my last few thrusts in, burying myself to the hilt as I erupt inside her.

There's a flash of motion in my peripheral vision. I glance over in an instant, briefly glimpsing Poppy hiding behind a screwpine tree. She's watching us intently; I have no idea how long she's been there.

Fuck.

I pull out and lay down next to my cousin. I flip her onto her side, bringing us face to face. She's still kinda out of it. I give her a small gentle kiss.

"Was that good for you?" I ask, knowing the answer already.

"Yeah..." She breathes. "That was really good."

"You were really good..." I say, "but there's a complication."

"What?" She asks, slightly concerned.

"Poppy was watching us. She's hiding behind a cluster of screwpines behind you."

Her eyes widen: "Fuck!"

"I know. I know."

"Should we go talk to her? We could try and explain ourselves." She says lamely.

"I think it's plain enough what we were doing... she probably won't tell Gwen. I don't think this is the first time she's spied on us."

"Goddamnit..."

We stay there, face to face, for a little while before making the trek back.

That night we sit around the fire in silence, eating fish in some kind of fruit sauce.

"This is good Kitty, what's it made of?" I ask.

"Screwpine fruit with a bit of jasmine... Poppy brought back lots of screwpine fruit today."

"Hmm." Is all I manage to say.

"So... What did the two of you get up to today?" Asks Gwen in a hostile tone.

Fuck! Poppy must've told on us. Shit! What do we do?

"Umm... not too much, just sort of hung out I guess." I say

"Hm! That's what I thought. I'm getting a little tired of this shit." Says my older sister.

Wait, what?

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I spend the day spearfishing for all of us, and you aren't doing shit. I'd like a break every now and then."

"I built all our cabins, and the rainwater collection system. I'm doing plenty," I say.

"And I'm glad that you did, but you haven't done shit for a while now."

"I tried to go fishing with you, but you were a total bitch the whole time," I say.

"Kit," Gwen says through gritted teeth, "you're coming with me to tomorrow. I'll teach you to spear fish."

"Uh, sure thing Gwen," says my cousin, probably still relieved that Gwen didn't learn what we were actually up to today.

"One more thing." Says Gwen "I'm sick of being trapped on an island. We've talked about building a raft. How about you start putting it together. We're only wasting time at this point."

"If I'm being honest, I don't hate island life. I wouldn't mind staying here a little bit longer, but if that's what you want we'll start building." I say, then continue to my little sister, "you'll help me out tomorrow Poppy, I'll need an extra set of hands."

Poppy and I roll another log next to the base of our raft. We've been sweating in the sun for a little while now, but we're making progress.

"Let's take a break, Popsicle. I need some water."

"Oh thank God," she says, out of breath.

We sit next to each other in the shade of a coconut palm, passing the canteen back and forth.

"So..." I say impassively, "why haven't you tattled on me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about..." Says my little sister, unable to meet my eyes.

"You're a terrible liar, Popsie. You've been spying on me and Kit."

She still won't meet my eyes, but she doesn't say anything.

"It's ok Popsicle, I just want to know why you haven't told Gwen. It's not like I have any right to be upset, you caught me doing something a lot worse," I say, trying to be reasonable.

Poppy takes a few moments to collect her thoughts then speaks, "if I told Gwen she'd make you guys stop having sex."

"Why don't you want us to stop?"

"Because it's hot, I guess. Besides, Kit looks like she's having fun... sounds like she's having fun," says my little sister, blushing slightly.

Does Poppy have a little crush?

"You kinda like Kit, huh?"

After a beat, she confides. "I do. How could I not? She's such a hottie; always has been."

"I'm not judging," I say honestly, adding, "I kinda like Kit too."

She laughs. "Kinda? She'd be a little offended if she heard that."

"True."

"So, do you think that she'd want to, maybe, do something with me too?" Asks Poppy. "I know Kit's my cousin, but clearly that's not a problem for her."

"I can ask her if you want. I don't know what she'd say though, I'm not sure if she likes girls," I say.

"She does. She told me a while ago."

"Sounds good then. I'll ask her tonight."

"One more thing" Asks my little sister. "Could you shave my legs? I asked you about it the other day, but I was being serious. I want her to see me at my best, you know?"

"Sure. We could do that now then. I think we worked enough done on the raft to appease our dictator of an older sister."

We go to my hut, closing the the door firmly behind us.

"Lay down on the mat," I say, and she does. "You should take off your shorts if you want a full shave."

She looks a little embarrassed, but pulls her shorts down, revealing her pastel pink panties.

I strop my razor, lather her calf, and get to work. I try to keep her skin comfortably taut as I run my razor across her skin.

I work on her other calf the same way. Then I move on to her thick thigh, Poppy's a little overweight but the extra pounds suit her.

She spreads her legs to give me access to her upper thigh. I lather her up, accidentally brushing the back of my hand against her panties. She doesn't say anything, just shudders slightly.

I slowly, carefully, shave the delicate skin. As I work my way to her groin I accidentally push the tip of my thumb between her legs. She lets out a barely perceptible moan at the same instant that I notice she's a little bit wet.

Instinctively I start to gently rub her through her panties, gently tracing about where her clit would be. She quietly gasps but doesn't say anything.

I snap out of it.

"Thinking about Kit's got you excited?" I ask, my intonation turns it from statement to question.

"...It's not just that..." She can't meet my eyes.

"What is it then?" I don't move my finger, gently resting it between her thighs.

"Watching both of you... You know... Kit was so hot, but she was also, like, really enjoying herself... I just kinda wanted to know what it felt like." She gets this out, unable to look at me, but spreading her legs a bit; opening herself to me.

I can't be considering this. She's my sister, it's too far.

Against my better judgment I ask, "do you still want to know what it feels like?" I start gently rubbing her again.

"...Maybe a little," she says.

I push her panties to the side and continue my gentle caress against her bare parts. She lets out a few quite moans as I lightly toy with her clit.

"You're really wet already." I probe her with my first two fingers. I bring my head between her legs, making circles around her clit with my tongue. She grabs my head in one hand, clutching my hair, pulling me in as close to her as I can get.

Her moans cascade, louder and louder until she yells, "fuck Danny, don't stop!!"

I obsequiously obey.

Her moans are replaced by a series of high pitched squeaks as she's wracked by a powerful orgasm. She lets go of my hair; I retreat.

When she comes to her senses she asks, "Has Kitty every sucked your dick?"

"Come to think of it, no she hasn't."

She sits up. "I don't really have a gag reflex. Plus, it's only fair."

I lay down on my back. "Fine by me Popsie."

She pulls down my shorts, freeing my throbbing erection.

"You're so thick!" She's says excitedly, "I'm not sure I can fit it in my mouth."

She's clearly exaggerating, but it swells my ego nonetheless.

She takes the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around my tip. I already have to fight the urge to cum, this won't last long. I reach out and grab one of her large breasts, just to give me something to play with. I toy with her nipple.

She slowly bobs her head down, taking more of me into her mouth, slowly pushing my full length inside her mouth and throat.

"That feels really good." I encourage.

She bobs up and down faster, taking my full length inside every time. Her tight throat squeezes me, pulsing pleasure through my member, bringing me closer to orgasm.

"I'm close." I manage to get out.

She goes faster, and it's too much for me. Before I'm able to warn my little sister I erupt into her mouth, pulsing down her throat. She keeps me buried in her throat, letting me unload every shot down her throat. When I'm down she pulls herself off me and wipes her mouth.

"Holy shit Poppy, how did you learn how to do that?" I'm both amazed and incredulous.

"I'm eighteen, it's not like this is my first time blowing someone," she says casually.

"How many times have you done something like this?"

"You don't want to know. Less than Kitty though," she says.

"Yeah, you're right. I don't think I want to know."

What have I gotten myself into?

For dinner we have stew made of a medley of seafood with little pieces of breadfruit in it. It's pleasantly salty but not overpoweringly so.

"Your cooking skills are nonpareil, dear cousin," I say to Kit.

"What does that mean?" Asks Poppy.

"It means she's really good," I say, "I assume fishing went well today?"

"It was good to have two of us out there. Kit's a natural. I may still go squid fishing later though. How's the raft coming?" Asks Gwen.

"It'll take a little longer than I thought: it needs to be so fucking big if it's gonna hold all of us, but we made real progress today." I say.

We keep chatting like this for a while. I should be disgusted with myself for what Poppy and I did, but I don't. It felt good, and we both wanted to do it, so what's the problem with that? Maybe we'll go a little farther tonight...

At night, I wait impatiently in my hut for Kit. There's a knock on my door, but no accompanying lantern light.

"Come in," I say. The door opens, the moonlight briefly illuminating my little sister Poppy, before she comes in and sits down next to me in the dark.

"Is Kit coming?" She asks.

"Probably. We've been fucking pretty much every night."

"That's hot... Wanna make out?" She asks abruptly.

"Sure."

We lose track of time, exploring each others mouths, her tongue actively wrestling mine.

"Hahaha what the hell?" Asks Kit pleasantly.

We jerk apart, eyes flashing open. Kit's standing in my doorway, lantern in hand, amused expression on her face.

"Oh hey, Kit, you startled me," I say nonchalantly.

"How long's this been going on?" Kit smiles at us.

"Not long. Do you mind if Poppy hangs out with us tonight?" I ask.

"If it doesn't bother you, it certainly doesn't bother me." She says, putting down the lantern and crossing over to us.

I stand up, not quite towering over my cousin, and pull her close to me. Poppy's gotten me in the mood, and I don't want to lose steam now.

"Come here." I pull her close, and make out with my second partner of the night. We get to work undressing each other with quick efficiency.

I abruptly pick her up, but she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. If Poppy wants to watch, I should at least try to give her a good show. I guide my erection to Kit's entrance, rubbing against her wetness before abruptly dropping her a few inches, sinking her down onto me. She lets out a wail of surprise that becomes a moan of pleasure as I thrust up into her.

I fuck her in my arms for as long as I'm able, using her weight to impale her on my rod and thrusting up into her. My heart's beating a mile-a-minute, I don't know how much more I can do this, so I pull out and toss her down onto the mat. She spreads her legs for me, but I need sec.

Poppy's hand is down her shorts, in furious motion. I have an idea. "Poppy, wanna tag in?" I ask.