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Disclaimer: The follwoing work of fiction contains written scenes of a
frank and sexual nature.  If written accounts of acts of a lewd or
sexual nature (especially accounts of sex between consenting adults,
teens and adults, interracial sex, and incest) offend you or are
illegal for you to read, please discontinue your perusal of this story.

All people here are fictional.  Any similarity to people living or dead
is purely coincidental.

If you've gotten this far, I hope you enjoy.

Stranded, Chapter 4: The Hint of Paradise Found (fM oral teen
interracial inc?)

As consciousness began to return to my slumbering mind, I found myself
content.  I was warm and comfortable.  I had a woman cradled in my
arms, with one of my hands gently stroking an obviously erect nipple.
My morning erection was comfortably nestled in the crack of her butt
and my morning bladder was not yet to the point where pain cancelled
out the excruciatingly wonderful feeling of my hard-on stroking itself
up and down that intimate cleft.  Her hips returned my attention,
pushing gently but insistently back at me making the pleasure more
pronounced, more insistent.  The clothing between us quickly became too
annoying and I reached to remove those last barriers between us.

As my hands began tugging at our clothing, I opened my eyes trying to
will consciousness into my head.  My cock released as my hands pushed
the flimsy cloth from around my waist, down to my knees.  My eyes saw
the hair in front of me, red ringlets just beginning to glow from the
light of the rising sun, as my hands pushed her clothing down her legs.
The hair looked familiar, so familiar, but so did the intense feeling
of pleasure as my cock finally made flesh to flesh contact with the
soft feel of her ass.  A niggling thought began to creep into my mind
as my hips lowered.  It was driven from my mind, though, as the head of
my cock exploded in pleasure as it dragged itself slowly and inexorably
down the expanse of that fissure.  I felt her legs part, felt her leg
slowly rise to give me room, and felt the head of my cock find purchase
at the entrance of her sex.  I could feel the wet kiss of her lower
lips as they welcomed me and just as I began that first promising,
magnificent thrust inside of her, the niggling thought shook me and
screamed at me.

My sister.  My cock was about to enter my sister.

It warred within me for a fraction of a second, the vestiges of my
morality still sunken into the stupor of a sleeping mind versus the
tangible reality of that pleasure-filled entrance.  Finally, luckily,
my morality awoke and I slowly pulled myself from that forbidden union.

Jamie whimpered as our flesh parted, the wetness of her dew slowly
drying on the head of my exposed member, a single tear to what might
have been.  I trembled in shame and fear at what had almost occurred.
What, in a twisted way, I still yearned to do.

I mentally shook myself, willing myself away from that dire chasm.
Almost with regret, though, I pulled my lower torso back, the sand
adding its painful scream to that of my slowly deflating member.  How I
had not noticed the uncomfortable sand but a moment ago was beyond me.

I waited like that - exposed and vulnerable -- for an eternity,
waiting for Jamie to awaken and scream in horror, but slowly her
breathing returned from the quickness of excited passion to the even
slowness of sleep.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  She slept; our close
encounter would remain unnoticed.

It seemed hours passed as I slowly returned our clothing to normal,
slowly re-covered our nether regions.  My blood pounded in my ears as I
listened for any hint that I was waking her.  In truth, though, only a
few minutes could have passed before I finally got us re-clothed.

Finally, I slowly pulled my arm from under her, finding that my hand
sorely missed the feel of her breast within it and silently admonishing
myself for thinking things like that.  The hormones raging within me
slowly ebbed and died and the fear took me anew.  Fear of what I had
almost done, however innocently.  Strangely, though, buried deep down
in that morass of sub-consciousness that rarely sees the light of day,
also fear that I would never get that opportunity again.

I stood quietly, willing myself to be completely silent.  I looked
around the impromptu campsite and sighed in relief.  Everyone else was
still sleeping; no one witnessed my near transgression.  I almost
laughed in a mixture of relief and amusement: Jan's eyes were only a
half-foot or so from the juncture of my sister's legs.  Had she but
opened her eyes...

After my silent hysteric amusement died, that thought sobered me
quickly.

I looked at the woods behind our encampment - west, my mind corrected
me, as the sun was rising to my back -- my mind a little clearer than
yesterday.  The forest looked lush and extreme; it rose like a curtain
from the pale white sand clearly demarcating the beach from the land.
Palm trees and coconut trees grew in a sparse area immediately adjacent
from the beach and behind those I could just make out fig trees and
what I believed to be banana trees.  I wasn't a botanist by any means
but I don't recall ever hearing of those two types of trees growing
so close to one another.  Still, it didn't look like we were going to
be starving any time soon.

Somewhere inside that forest and slightly north of us, rising above the
lush foliage, was an impressive looking mountain of black, brown and
purple with scattered patches of green.  My neck creaked in protest as
I moved my vision up to the top of the mountain.  It must have been
many thousands of feet high, for just at the top of the seemingly flat
mountain I could make out waving plains of white that looked like snow.

Looking north up the beach I could just make out a bluff where the sand
slowly rose maybe a hundred feet or so above the sea.  The forest
seemed almost to grow right to the top of that precipice, but a few
large rocks or boulders could be seen at the extreme edge.

My eyes traveled south, but the beach disappeared around a large
outcropping of land and I was unable to see very far.  It looked like
the beach we were on was inset in a small, shallow cove.

After relieving my most pressing need, I flipped a coin in my head and
started jogging to the south.  This was a morning ritual for me, as
much a part of the start of my day as peeing or showering.   In the
absence of familiarity of location I chose familiarity of routine.
After what I had almost done, I needed something in my life to be a bit
more normal.

I reached the large outcropping to the south rather quickly, though the
sand beneath my feet was really testing my endurance.  My gym shoes
were not in great shape either, having survived the three day journey
here in a sodden mess and only finally drying out near the fire
overnight.  I thought perhaps they had shrunk for it hurt a little to
put them on.  After a while though, my feet found comfort within them.

Another rocky outcropping rose further down the beach, this one a bit
larger than the last.  I decided to abbreviate my run somewhat, both
because of the exhaustion that was quickly overtaking me as much as the
panic I feared my sudden disappearance might cause my companions.  I
decided to run around the next outcropping to survey what lie beyond
and then turn my steps back to camp.

What lay beyond, however, pushed all thought from my mind.

She was beautiful, a bronze goddess standing nude at the edge of the
sea.  Her black hair streamed away from me in the soft wind and I
wondered if I might still be dreaming, goddesses were not part of my
normal waking experience.  Her back was to me, but it appeared soft and
inviting, calling to me to run my lips down the soft plain.  I could
make out the soft sides of her breasts just inside the inviting swell
of her faultless arms; her breasts were large, but not overly so, and
there was very little sag to their heft.  Her buttocks were firm and
feminine, begging a hand to be run down the soft flesh, lingering here
and there.  Her legs were soft and supple and appealing, only hinting
at the treasure they might be hiding.

I stood dumb-struck, the last vestiges of my ability to communicate
lost by the vision before me.  I could only watch and admire, as she
turned minutely this way and that, scanning the sea before her.
Finally, she turned and began to walk back from the water's edge.

If the back of her nude body had been beautiful, the front was
perfection.  Her blemish-free face was the same soft tan as the rest of
her body and thin, perfect eyebrows arched above her eyes.  The soft
swell of her nose was set daintily above deep red lips parted only
minutely.  Even her chin was amazing, a soft, gentle swell which began
its life in the silky swell of her cheeks and ended in a gentle curve.
Her neck plunged gently into her shoulders, and those supple curves
gave way to the perfection of her breasts.  The dark reddishness of her
erect nipples were rounded flawlessly and seemed almost an affectation
of her body.  They stood, pert and trembling, above a flat stomach that
begged me silently to run my tongue down the imperceptible line of
hinted at muscles, and delve my tongue deeply within the perfect, small
cavern of her navel.

My gaze traveled still lower, my mouth open and watering at her supple
legs rising and falling rhythmically as she walked.  With each step the
alluring cleft at the juncture of her legs peeked at me and my mouth
watered even further.  In echo of my forbidden near-encounter and
perhaps because of its interrupted nature or perhaps it was the gentle
glory of her sex, the complete lack of pubic hair, the barest hint of
what lie inside, but something begged me to come and suckle, to take
her into my mouth until she screamed with pleasure and then to enter
her with my grossly swollen cock and fill her with my seed.

I took a step towards her, unable to resist, unable even to think.
Somewhere deep within me, I knew that I must stop, that I must not do
what I wanted but the compulsion to take this goddess of the sea was so
strong I feared I would not be able to control myself until this
coupling was complete.  I took another step towards her, my mind
warring with itself for control of me.  I had to have her.

"El Capitan?" Even her voice was perfect, a whisper of sex on the
warm sea breeze.  The voice, however, shook me from my stupor and
returned control of my body back to me.

Her eyes were wide and her hands were trying unsuccessfully to hide her
natural blessings from my sight.  Rationality returned to my mind and I
looked at her again, but I could not find a blemish to her perfection.
Her very pores seemed to exude sex, and even the unnatural pose of her
trying to hide from my sight only served to make me want her more.

With a trembling sigh, I reasserted control of myself.  I closed my
eyes for a moment, morality once again returning to my mind.  'Twice
in one day,' I admonished myself wryly.  'You'd think I was some
kind of sex maniac.'  With another sigh, stronger, I gathered my
control and re-opened my eyes.

I almost lost it from the very beginning.  Her eyes were centered on
the sharp outline of my engorged penis and the barest hint of a smile
was tugging at the very edge of her lips.  I gritted my teeth, willing
myself back into control.

"I'm sorry; I was running and didn't know someone else was
here."

With a last lingering glance, her eyes moved to hold my own.  In that
moment, I felt myself falling into the gentle pool of her brown eyes.
Fearing I might become lost in that gaze, I looked beyond her trying
desperately to return control from my little head to my larger one.

"It is okay, Michael," she said at last, drawing my eyes back to
her own.  I was startled at her use of my name, but the open, friendly
smile relaxed me.  "You must not recognize me in my...er...state.  I
was on the aeroplane with you."  Her voice was lyrical and heavenly
but it was evident she used care to choose each word.  Her accent was
not very thick, but I recognized it as being of Spanish origin.  "Did
anyone else make it?"

"No, I came alone," I replied, the soft curves of her naked body
lingering in the corner of my vision, disrupting my thoughts
completely.  "I mean, yes, there are others but I'm the only one
who came down here.  Came running...uh...ran down the beach."  My
mind was unable to work properly.

"How long have you been here?" I tried to take command of the
conversation, hoping that this would keep my mind on track.  "I was
told that others came down the beach yesterday and I have to believe
they made it this far."

The smile slowly left her face.  "I made land late last night.  When
the plane went down...you got me out of the plane and into one of the
rafts.  The sea, though...it was so bad.  I fell out and the sea washed
me away from the little raft.  I am a good swimmer, but I was no match
for it.  I don't know how long I swam, but I could find no one."

"Just as my strength was giving out," she said with a sigh, tears
welling in her eyes.  I narrowly resisted the urge to take her in my
arms and wipe the tears away.  "I came upon some of those big steamer
trunks bobbing in the sea.  I tried to climb on one, but it wouldn't
hold me, I kept falling off.  There were others around and I tried to
hold two of them together, but I could not.  Many times, I was afraid I
was going to drown in the sea because the trunks kept moving apart.
Finally, I used my clothing to gather four of them together and tie
them.  They became my raft and I floated on it until last night.

"The sun was very hot and I had no protection.  I opened one of the
trunks, hoping that there was something there that I could use.
Imagine my surprise when the trunk was filled with bottles of water and
of sunscreen and large blankets.  I was able to make it to shore very
easily after that."

I looked around her and my eyes finally noticed the steamer trunks a
short way down the beach.  She followed my eyes, forgetting for a
moment about her nudity as her hands came down.  "Yes, those are the
trunks.  I am very thankful for them."

'So am I,' came into my head unbidden but I quickly shook it out of
my head.  Aloud I said, "There are another 17 people further up the
beach.  Not everyone, but maybe others -- like your -- made it ashore
even further down the beach.  If you'll...um...get dressed, I'll
help you carry those trunks back to our camp."

"Are you so very sure you want me to get dressed, Michael?"  she
replied, her lips turning up into a secretive smile.  When I was unable
to do anything but stutter incoherently, she laughed openly and turned
towards the trunks.

I could only watch as she clothed herself...but I watched as closely as
propriety would allow.

It took us over an hour to drag the trunks back up the beach.  The
silence between us was palpable but not uncomfortable with just a small
edge of sexual tension.  I can't say why she remained stoically
silent but my silence was brought on by ineptitude.  I simply had no
idea what to say.

As we came around the second rocky outcropping, we were sighted and
squeals of recognition and relief could be heard.  It wasn't long
before we were surrounded by the remainder of our little band, with
Alex and Tony taking hold of the trunks from each of us and pulling
them the final distance up the beach.

Patty and Tracey were bouncing up and down in glee.  Evidently the
trunks belonged to them and they were extremely happy to get them back.
Maria was apologizing for opening them, but they were so happy they
immediately forgave her.

Jamie, for her part, just grabbed me and held me close, not saying a
word.  The scent of her hair, the feel of her body against me brought
back visions of what almost happened earlier that morning.  My member
rose with the recollection, becoming harder and harder until I was
almost sure Jamie could feel it.  Just as it was becoming uncomfortable
lodged between us, Jamie disentangled herself and I could see the tears
on her face.  "I was so afraid that after...when I saw you gone...I
was afraid you had left me again!"

"Sis," I said seriously, carefully holding her at arms length under
the pretense of looking her in the eyes.  "That's not going to
happen again.  You're stuck with me, okay?"

She sniffled for a few minutes, but took me at my word.

"So, where'd you find my roommate?"  She questioned, holding onto
my arm and falling in step with me.

"Your roommate?" I questioned blankly.  Lust was reeling inside of
me with each step, my hard cock brushing against the distended cloth of
my shorts.  Silently, I sighed in relief that there was a small crowd
around us so the evidence of my lust would be hidden from view.

"Yea.  Maria.  Didn't you know she was my roommate?  She's half a
year younger than me, but in the same class.  I thought I'd told you
before?"

My mind went quickly through the sparse letters that we had exchanged
in the past years.  Finally, I remembered references to Maria in them.
Vaguely, I remembered that she hadn't been roommates with her for all
of the past 9 years...maybe the past 5 or 6.

"She replaced Tiffany, didn't she?" I asked, trying to pull the
memories from my head.

"Tammy, Mikey," Jamie corrected me.  "Tiffany was my best friend
until her parents pulled her out of Hairy Mounds three years ago."

"Oh.  Right," I replied lamely.

Jamie didn't even pretend to hear me.  "Tammy was a major pain.  I
was so glad when she shacked up with Amber and Maria became my
roommate.  Maria is the ultimate nice person.  You'll see.  I'm so
glad she made it okay.  I was so worried."

I let Jamie lead the conversation, only half listening to her.

Jan had remained at the camp cooking over the revived fire.  She eyed
me quizzically as the small mob broke up to sit near the camp fire.
Jamie had left my side to sit near Maria.  Maybe it was all the years
since we had truly been a family, but I felt a strange pang of jealousy
as I watched her talk animatedly with the other girl.

"Another adventure, boss?" Jan asked quietly.  "Wasn't one
enough?"

I grinned at her in spite of myself.  "I was just going running, Jan.
I didn't expect to find anyone."

"Ah," Jan replied, her attention moving back to her cooking.  The
scent elicited a large grumbling in my stomach.

"That smells pretty good," I remarked.  She was cooking cut up
pieces of meat amid stalks of green on a flat rock that was placed atop
the roaring fire.  "What is it?"

"Salmon, I think," her nose wrinkling in thought.  "Some kind of
fish, anyway.  The boys caught them.  They found this large rock near
the lake and brought it for us to cook on; it holds the heat really
well."

"Probably volcanic," I remarked quietly.  "I think that mountain
back there might be a dormant or extinct volcano."

"Maybe," she replied noncommittally.  "If you're thirsty,
there're some gourds on the other side of the deadwood.    One of the
girls found them dried out in the sun and Sarah hollowed them out
yesterday.  They don't hold much, but there should be a little water
left."

I didn't realize until that moment how thirsty I really was.  I
thanked her and then drank water from two of the gourds.  It was
amazing how much the cool water managed to revive me.  As I drank from
the second gourd, I tried to gather my thoughts somewhat.

We had been overdue for over three days by now.  That meant that there
were probably people out there right now searching for us.   However,
unless they flew very low they were unlikely to see us on the beach.
We'd need to come up with something that could be seen from the air.

"How are we doing?" I asked Jan as I rejoined her by the fire.

"Well, breakfast is nearly done," she replied.

"That wasn't what I was asking, Jan," I said evenly.

She sighed.  "I know."  She grew quiet for a minute.  "I'm a
bit worried about Sarah.  She's been very moody and introspected.  I
think she'll pull out of it...she's been showing some signs...but I
just don't know.

"The girls are taking this fairly well, for the most part.
Morgan's the worst besides Sarah.  I've tried to bring them both
into conversations, but they aren't really talking much.  Elaine is
handling things the best, I think.  She's been going on about how she
knew we were going to be here because of her horoscope or Tarot reading
or something.  She seems in fine spirits, though.  The others are
handling it remarkably well.  I think the 'grand adventure' part of
this whole thing hasn't worn off for them...either that, or they just
don't realize the predicament we're in."

"Well, they've survived a plane crash.  That's a lot for most
adults to handle...us included," I remarked, interrupting her.

"That isn't quite the predicament I was talking about, Mike," Jan
admonished me with a look.  She went on through my protests.
"You're pretty speech last night was really nice and all...but you
have no clue where we are.  No one does.  That storm with hurricane
winds?  It blew us way off course and whatever happened to the
instruments means we couldn't get a bearing.  Then let's throw in
the flat spin of death, the long flight into the ocean in God knows
what direction...there's no way anyone COULD know where we are.

"You can fool everyone else, Mike...but I'm as much a pilot as you.
We're completely lost."

I wanted to argue with her, but the words just died in my throat.  Jan
was the most amazing pilot I'd ever met; she could tell direction
using her women's intuition it seemed.  If she was lost, there was no
way I could pretend otherwise.

"So we have no idea where we are, anyone looking for us doesn't
even know where to begin looking, and it's a mighty big ocean we were
flying over.  Let's face it that our odds of being rescued aren't
really high right now."

"Then there's the male twins...Alex and Tony?...they worry me a
little.  I can't shake this creepy, scary feeling I get whenever
I'm near them.  It's almost as if they aren't taking any of this
seriously; as if this is just some kind of big game to them.  I don't
know how to explain it - they just really weird me out."

"I'll keep an eye on them," I said in what I hoped was a helpful
tone.  Jan just looked at me for a moment, her eyes unreadable.  Then
she returned to her cooking.  "What do you suggest we do to make our
odds better at being found?"

"I don't think we can make our odds better," Jan replied.  "I
think what we need to do is separate into groups and walk off in
different directions.  We can keep one group of people here and use it
as a kind of base camp.  We walk off for a period of time...say, two
days...and if we don't find anyone we come back here.  If we do find
someone, we bring them back here."

"It's not an ideal solution," Jan continued.  "But I don't
think we can just wait around to get rescued...I think we're going to
have to rescue ourselves."


We divided into teams that night and set off the following morning.
Jamie, Beth and I formed one team - mostly because Jamie didn't
want to let me out of her sight and Beth quietly asked if she could
come with us.  Sarah, Karen, and Andrea formed a second group, Jan,
Elaine, and Christine formed a third group, Holly, Liz, and Mattie
formed a fourth group, and Alex, Tony, and Samantha formed the fifth
group.  That left Patricia, Tracey, Morgan and Maria to mind our
'base' camp.

We were each sent in a different direction, my group was going straight
through the forest, Sarah's group would go off at a southern angle
and Jan's group would go south.  Holly's group would go straight
north, and Alex, Tony and Samantha would go in a northern angle, moving
around the mountain as they went.

The trunks had been found to contain a number of cosmetics and other
personal items such as nail clippers, blow dryers, curlers, and such
(there was one small case that Patricia and Tracey were extremely
secretive about; based on the blushes on their faces and the quick way
they grabbed at the case I was pretty sure that the case held lingerie,
nighties and the like).  One trunk, true to Maria's account,
contained bottles of water, sun block, and a number of blankets.  I was
amazed at the amount and weight of things that girls would pack, but
considered it better to keep my thoughts to myself.

Patricia and Tracey's water supply (they had brought a couple of
cases to ward off Montezuma's revenge) was split between all of the
groups so that we each had two bottles of water except the male
twins' group who took the hollowed out gourds because the lake was
directly in their path.  The 'beach' groups -- Jan's group
heading down the south beach and Holly's group heading up the north
beach - also took some fruit along as well as the sun block.  Since
the other three groups were heading straight into the jungle, we
assumed we'd find something to eat along the way.  Finally, we
carried blankets and some large flint rocks that Holly had found the
first day.

The forest was dense, but not impenetrable.  It was, however, slow
going and very hot work.  There was little in the way of breezes, so we
found ourselves sweating profusely almost from the beginning.  Add to
that the countless nicks and cuts we sustained from brushing against
the pliable-looking flora, and we were fairly miserable well before we
could break for lunch.  Jamie and Beth, however, said nothing about it.
In truth, there was little breath left for conversation.

We found a banana tree along our path about mid-day and decided to
stop.  I tried to climb the tree, but my skills left quite a bit to be
desired.  In the end, I boosted Jamie up.  As she climbed over me, her
body brushed against mine and memories of dawn the previous day
flittered through my mind though I tried desperately to stop them.  Her
breasts traced up my face as she climbed, her foot anchoring on my leg
and it was all I could do not to open my mouth for just a moment.  I
knew that I should turn my head, but I couldn't -- dreading the
contact on one hand and relishing it on the other.  However, when she
slipped and the juncture of her legs made contact with my face - when
I could imagine the scent of her drifting across my nose - I could
deny my hunger no longer and I pressed my nose into her for the barest
fraction of a second.

If she noticed, she said nothing, only continued climbing up on my
shoulders and then into the tree to gather the fruit.  I, however,
trembled with a mixture of carnal lust and shame at not being able to
control myself better.

Jamie and Beth whispered quietly as we ate, but I had neither the
energy nor the curiosity to eavesdrop.  My mind was a confused swirl of
emotions, desires and morality.  I could not tell what was happening to
me, how I could think to betray my sister after all of the other pain I
had heaped upon her in this lifetime nor how I could think to betray my
own sense of what was right and wrong.  I was yet fighting a battle
within me; I had the unpleasant feeling that no matter which side won,
I lost.

That single thought over-shadowed me as we started out again.  It
haunted me as we made our way painstakingly through the verdant forest.
It echoed throughout my mind until I no longer wanted to think, no
longer wanted to dwell upon it.  I promised myself that no matter what
else happened, I would not harm my sister in that way.  I would not
ever cross that line.

As dusk began to settle into the trees, we came across a smallish lake
that was fed by a small stream from somewhere to the north.  We crossed
the stream and decided to camp for the night, using the lake as our
haven.  The girls unwrapped the blankets we had carried on our backs
and lay them along the river while I gathered some dry firewood and
underbrush.  It took me some time - I was unfamiliar with flint --
but I managed to get a blaze going.

Jamie looked at Beth and I speculatively.  "Well, I don't know
about the two of you, but after that long march, I could use a swim.
I'm tired, dirty, bloody and I'm pretty sure I smell."  She said
it as if it were a question, gauging our mood.

Beth just looked at me as I turned to my sister.  "Sis, we don't
have swimming trunks or a change of clothes.  If you take a swim now
you're going to be very uncomfortable in those wet clothes
tomorrow."

"Well," Jamie replied, her eyes turning to Beth and a small, sly
smile slowly creeping across her face.  "I wasn't planning on
getting my clothes wet."

I began to ask her what she meant...but my words stuck in my throat as
she pulled her shirt from over her head.  "Surely even YOU have heard
of skinny dipping, brother dear."

She wore no bra and at the sight of the supple, round orbs that adorned
her chest a choked cry escaped me.  She was beautiful, her full round
breasts defying the gravity that begged to hold them down.  I
couldn't look but I couldn't stand not to look.  My breath was gone
from me as my eyes beheld the firm stomach below her amazing breasts.

"Geez, Bro!" she rebuked me lightly, but there was a hesitant
little laugh within her words.  "Put your eyes back in your head!
Maria said you liked to look, but for pity's sake!"  With a giggle,
she stood and my eyes had to follow her.

It didn't really register in my head as her shorts dropped around her
feet.  All I could see was the smooth perfection of her butt, the dark,
inviting crevice where my length had been nestled only yesterday, and
the limber flesh of her gorgeous legs vanishing beneath it all.  It
wasn't until she ran into the water that I was again able to breathe.

"Wow," Beth said and I turned to look at her again, noticing her
for what seemed the first time.  "I'm...uh...not
as...uh...free...could you please look away?"

I didn't register her words for a moment, my mind shocked into
submission.  Finally, though the words penetrated the growing fog.

"Oh.  Right.  Sorry."  I turned my head and closed my eyes.  After
a few minutes I heard her splash.

"Okay...you can look now."  Beth called to me.  I looked
half-expecting to see her there, but she had disappeared under the cool
water of the lake.

"Mikey, come on," Jamie called to me.  "The water is great.  In
the center its maybe 15 feet deep, but everywhere else seems to be a
bit shallower."

I didn't trust myself.  I didn't trust what I might do in the water
with the two nude young women.  I didn't trust my ability to maintain
my resolve.  Finally, though, the heat of the day and the long march
got the better of me.  I moved off into the shadows and discreetly
removed my clothing.  From out in the water I heard Jamie laughing at
me.

The water was cool as I ran into it and it almost immediately soothed
the pains of the day away.  I felt serene, maybe even happy as I swam
within it -- like all of my troubles were gone.  I was at peace.

We swam for a while, separately but together.  I wanted to swim to my
sister and touch her, feel her, run my lips along the softness of her
skin.  My body screamed at me to do it, but I held myself to my
promise.  The line must not be crossed.

For a while, as I swam around the center of the lake, I heard them
whispering and giggling in the shallow edges.  From where I was,
though, I could not make out any words and I found myself too lazy to
swim closer.  Instead, I decided it was probably better for them to
have their secrets.

Finally, the night grew dark and we only had the flickering light of
the fire for company.  We stood at the edge of the lake, then, me waist
deep and the girls hunched over.  For a long moment we looked from one
of us to another, not knowing what to do or what to say.  No one wanted
to make the first move.

"Oh, for pete's sake," my sister groaned impatiently.  She began
walking out of the water and I was again treated to the soft swell of
her buttocks and the sheen of her perfect skin glistening in the fire
light.  Her red hair radiated in the firelight and the soft reflection
of the water on her skin made her seem like a dream come to life.  She
stopped and hunched over the fire, warming herself.

"The two of you might as well come out," she called to us softly.
There was determination in her voice, but also the slight tremble of
fear or excitement.  "I'm not putting on those dirty clothes to
sleep, so you're going to catch my nudity anyway."

Beth and I stood for a moment and then resolutely began walking out of
the water.  When we realized we were both moving we stopped suddenly,
each of us waiting for the other.  The comedy of it all hit each of us
then, and we burst out laughing.  It wasn't much, but it was enough
and Beth and I walked out and joined Jamie at the fire.

Beth was very cute, the dark caramel of her skin almost glowing as the
fire light touched her.  Her black hair was thick and lush, and it hung
in great frizzly waves down the side of her face.  Her breasts were
pert and large and her nipples crinkled enticingly as they strained in
the cool night air.  She had the barest hint of fat on her, but rather
than detracting from her it enhanced her beauty.  Her behind was full
and lush and I caught myself wondering what it would feel like to bury
my face in it.

As she crouched, my eyes were drawn to the soft splay of her legs.  She
was covered with a wondrous mat of soft hair around her sex and I could
almost taste how they would feel between my lips.  I wondered what it
would feel like to have my tongue inside of her.  I wondered what it
would feel like to bury my cock in it.  I wondered what it would feel
like to go to jail for statutory rape.

The last thought cooled my ardor if only for a moment.  As I looked up,
Beth was watching my face.  She knew where I had been looking and did
nothing to cover herself.  And when our eyes met, she didn't look
away.

I almost didn't notice my cock growing hard beneath me.  It didn't
matter.  As our eyes held each other, everything else faded into the
distance.  There was nothing but the two of us, nothing but this
eternal moment where we were together.  It held us both and would not
let us go.

"Wow, Mikey," Jamie whispered.  Her words broke into the trance
that held Beth and I, and I realized almost belatedly that we weren't
alone after all.  "I really need to start calling you my BIG
brother."

I blushed, my hand moving to the 9 inch length of my swollen manhood.
I covered myself with my hands and moved away, folding my blanket over
me and then scooting closer to the fire.  I couldn't help but see
Jamie's face as she watched me.  There was discomfort in her eyes and
indecision, as if she were holding herself back form some unseen
precipice.  There was also a sort of strange strain in her eyes that
both intrigued me and frightened me.

I drifted off to sleep with the two girls whispering animatedly to one
another.


I woke to that strange half-sleep where reality and dreams mixed
interchangeably.  Something was different, but in my stupor I
couldn't tell what.  My blanket had been tossed open and the cool air
fought with the heat of the dying fire on my skin.  I began to reach
for the blanket to cover myself again when another sensation intruded
upon my consciousness.

A warm wetness engulfed my turgid member.

I opened my eyes suddenly awake, the last vestiges of sleep abandoning
me.  Between my legs, her brown eyes looking up at me sexily, Beth
slowly bobbed her head on my glistening cock.

"Beth," I started moving to remove her, but neither my arms nor my
voice had much strength to them.

"Shhh," she whispered, taking her mouth from me.  "You'll wake
Jamie."

I watched as she extended her tongue and drew it down the long length
of my shaft.

"I wanted to do this for days now," she whispered anew, her hand
slowly jacking my member.  "Consider it a thank you present."  Then
she engulfed the head of my dick in her warm mouth.

"Beth, please," I began quietly, a groan growling through me from
her ministrations.  "You don't have to do this.  I don't need to
be thanked."  But I somehow lacked the strength to pull her from my
shaft.

"Oh, but I do," she whispered back, her mouth again moving from my
penis.  "I've been so horny for this, I almost couldn't stand it.
Besides, think of all the wonderful ways that you can thank me for my
thank you present.  My poor little pussy is just drenched thinking
about it.  Not now, though.  Right now, I want to taste you.  I want to
eat your cum.  A girl has to keep up her protein, you know."

"But," I replied softly, my mind running out of objections.
"I'm twice your age!"

The smile she gave me was somehow both sweet and sexy.  "That's
just all part of the fun.  Boys my age are just...boys.  You though, I
think you'll know how to treat my pussy.  I'm really looking
forward to it.

"Right now, though, I want to drink of you.  I want you to cum down
my throat."

Something inside me broke then, something very small but significant.
As she plunged her mouth down over my cock, I no longer wanted to stop
it.  I no longer wanted the young girl to take her mouth off my cock.
Morality be damned, I no longer cared her age.  I just wanted her.

Her head began bobbing slowly as she rolled my balls in her hand.  She
was gentle and wonderful and the warm sounds of her suckling mouth
combined with the soft popping of the fire had me in their spell.  I
felt my hips bucking up to meet her mouth, and I watched her eyes hold
mine as her mouth met each of my thrusts.  She couldn't take me
completely though; I could feel my head bumping against the back of her
throat.  She tried, though, and what she couldn't fit in her mouth
she covered with her gently pumping hand.

Her tongue whipped itself around my glans with each outward stroke and
my eyes closed, my head thrashing from side to side.  Her mouth plunged
up and down and my hips met her thrust for thrust.  The soft ballooning
of her cheeks as I moved within her, the look of adoration on her face,
the feel of her gentle fingers strumming on my sack...it all was too
much.  I turned my head towards the fire, slowly moving towards the
point of my release but not wanting it to arrive.  I wanted to feel
this way forever, never removing my dick from that special place.

My eyes, however, met Jamie's.  She was watching us, that look of
strained indecision on her face.  I watched her for a moment before she
realized I was looking at her, and I saw her eyes following Beth's
head as she bobbed down upon me.  I watched the tip of her tongue swipe
slowly and gently at her lips, her eyes never moving from the sight of
the joining of my cock and Beth's mouth.

Finally, she realized I was watching her and she looked.  Our eyes met
for a moment that was an eternity.  There was no anger on her lips, no
betrayal in her eyes, but there was a hunger of some kind that I could
not quite place.  As I felt Beth's throat giving way, as I felt the
length of me traveling down her neck, Jamie blew me a kiss and it was
all I needed to send me over the edge.

"Oh God," I groaned, no longer concerned whether Jamie could hear
me or not.  "I'm coming.  God, Beth, I'm coming down your
throat."

And I did, spurt after spurt of my seed bursting into Beth's mouth.
She pulled her mouth out a little and a look of rapture came over her
face as I emptied myself in her waiting mouth.  I watched as she
swallowed, watched as my cock jumped and jerked in her lips.  She took
it all and let none escape.

When I was done, she slid up my body, her breasts dragging across me,
her hard nipples lighting my skin on fire.  She hugged me close, her
mouth inches from my ear.  "Thank you, Mikey.  I wanted that so
badly.  Next time, it's your turn.  Next time, I want your tongue in
my pussy until I scream and then I want to suck your cock with my lower
lips.  Think you can handle that?"

I could only nod, caution and morality thrown to the wind.  For a
moment, we stayed like that...then she sucked briefly at my neck and
moved away.  I groaned in disappointment.

"I was going to cuddle with you tonight," she whispered as she drew
away.  "But I hear you have a tendency to leave girls hanging when
that happens.  So I guess I'll just leave for now and we'll have to
find some time when you can put those wonderful muscles of yours to
good use.  Anticipation is half the fun, isn't it?"

I watched her crawl on her blanket and pull it over herself.  Her words
echoed in my mind until I understood them.  As the implication of her
words hit me, I turned to Jamie's blanket, but she had already rolled
over.


We woke in the morning and cleaned up the camp.  It was surreal, no one
talked of the previous night and Beth had once again become the shy
little girl that I remembered.  I wondered if I might have dreamed the
whole thing, wondered if my over-active imagination had conjured up a
fantasy that I so wanted to be real.  The infrequent looks at me from
Beth, however, assured me that last night had been no dream.

Beth had a playful frown on her face as I got dressed.

The second day was as hard as the first, but I felt almost renewed.
Meanwhile, Beth and Jamie took to whispering and giggling and I began
to worry about what they were talking about.  Try as I might, though, I
was unable to overhear any of their conversation.

We were pushing ourselves hard, me trying to escape the demons I had
let loosed last night and the girls trying to keep up with me.  I was
about to call out, about to end the second day, when we suddenly broke
through the edge of the forest.  The sun was hanging moments above the
lip of the sea, the arcs of its amber fire stretching out like fingers
above us as we came rather suddenly out onto a sandy beach.

"Did we go the wrong way, Mikey?" Jamie asked me, but the sun was
beginning its long descent into the sea and I knew better.  "Did we
get turned around?"

"No, Jamie.  It looks like there's an opposite shore.
Maybe...maybe we're on a peninsula."  Deep in the pit of my
stomach, however, I knew that I was lying.  I knew that there was but
one explanation and I shrank away from that realization.  We stood
there for a moment, just gazing out at the sea, none of us had any
words for how we were feeling.  The lap of the surf pounded loudly in
our ears, and I could feel myself begin a long spiral into the pit of
despair.

We heard soft shouts around us and turned around, believing for just a
second that someone had found us, that we were saved.  As we turned to
the shouts, however, our hearts sank even as they were elated.  The
shouts were coming from a large group that we recognized.

We walked towards the group half in dejection and half in elation.  As
we approached, I was able to pick out the faces of Jan, Holly, Sarah,
Karen, Liz and  some others.  I didn't see the boys however, nor
Samantha who was with them.  Still, the significance of their presence
on this shore slowly sank in.  As we neared, our worst fears were
confirmed.

"It's an island, Mike," Jan called to me.  "We're on a
god-damn island."

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