Stranded (open to one male)

[Twixle]

Jim - 18, short brown hair, hazel eyes, 5'10"
Sam - 18, long blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'6"

The two had been about 40 metres out from the cove, and roughly 5 miles from the village beach, when the chop became too much for their little wooden row boat to handle. It gave in and tipped them into the frothy surf. Both of them feared for the others life as they glimpsed at the jagged rocks that gave the cove is infamy some 6 meters below their submerged bodies. They were disoriented as to which way was up as they rolled in the current and completely lost sight of each other in the foam. After churning them to the point of nausea the agitated sea spat them across the sand of the cove. Their little boat followed shortly looking badly bruised by driftwood and stones.

Both Sam and Jim were conscious upon landing and bolted upright in the pouring rain. Jim was the closest to the wrecked boat and attempted to drag it further out of the shallows before flipping it upright to check for any surviving supplies. He's hands landed upon the sole item left in the vessel, the water proofed S.O.S kit that had wound its self round one of the eyes. Relief escaped him in a sigh and he turned to call to Sam who was still sat in a daze on the sand.

"You alright?" He called over the crashing waves. She was shook from her glazed stare out at the storm and responded.

"I'm good. How's the boat?"

"Fucked." He held up the bright red S.O.S bag with a drained smile. "Found this though!" She had rose to her feet and padded over to him, her bare feet living foot prints in her wake. Her mind hadn't registered the watery fate of the flip flops she had set off wearing.

"Thank god!" Her frown relaxed in similar relief and her attention turn inland. "Lets see if we can kick in the door of that old hut." She looked up the beach at the familiar, run down beach house they would regularly snoop around. "Maybe start a fire and dry off... has the bag got any matches in it?".

"A lighter I think." They headed up the beach towards the rickety wooden structure.

ooc: I've played both characters initially to try and flesh them both out but the part of Jim is open to one male. I wanted to include a sub plot involving Sam's boyfriend back home and Jim being in the 'Friendzone' but it felt pretty longwinded already so I left it out. As I was writing I also thought that they could also be cousins. We'll have to see how it plays out.

 

[Twixle]

Bump.

 

[Cobra_14]

Jim though they were both lucky neither got hurt, and didn’t have to worry about injuries. The hut was not that far, and as they walked towards the hut, he tried to see if the lighter would work thought everything in the bag looked dry. Satisfied that it worked he put the lighter back in the bag.

The hut didn’t look like much but it would provide some shelter if it cold at night time, but the weather looked good and it was warm, even though they were both wet.

“Doesn’t look like much does it.” He said walking to the door and pushed with his hand. To his surprise it opened and they both got in, he saw a bunk bed and some pots and noticed the floor was actually dry, and he turned his head towards the ceiling but didn’t see any holes.

“At least it’s dry inside. “He said.

“What you think Sam, should we gather some wood and start a fire, and if someone will see it maybe we could get rescued.”

 

[Twixle]

Sam was grateful that the hut didn't leak but didn't expect there to be any dry, burnable wood on the beach. She look out from one of the dirty, cobwebbed windows and watched the rain lash against it's exterior. The waves were swelling at the shore. The hut was obviously abandoned and in the 3 years the 2 of them hand be visiting this cove they hadn't encountered another soul this side of the village. The air outside was muggy and humid beneath the rain but in the hut it was cooler and stale smelling. Sam shivered a little and crossed her arms against her wet chest.

"We'll have to get the fire going in here, we can leave the door open for the smoke and hack up that old chair for dry wood." She gestured at a rotting chair near a dusty desk. "I'm pretty sure there's a flare in the bag but it's cheap so I don't want to risk it fucking up in the rain." She moved away from the window and closer to Jim and his body heat. "We could spend the night here and swim back in the morning if the weather has cleared up by then?"

Jim raised his eyebrows at the thought of swimming 5 miles back to the village. "Come on Jim! We did it last summer remember! Granted it was warmer and it took a while but if we could do it then we can do it now!." If he wasn't convinced she would persuade him in the morning.

The sun was setting and the temperature was dropping fast so the pair got to work with dismantling the furniture and constructing a fire. The activity wasn't new to them as Sam's uncle Bruce, Jim's dad, had given them survival tips and tricks from a young age. Before long they had a healthy fire a few feet from the doorway of the hut. They sat together warming their limbs yet Sam still shivered, the wet shirt clinging to her chest and causing goosebumps to plague her body.

"I'm gonna take my shirt off, ok." She looked at Jim and pulled her arms into through her sleeves. "It needs to dry out." She hung it over the open door which had a consistent pillar of warm smoke passing over it. "Yuk!" She exclaimed as she resumed her position next to him, her nipples standing erect through the lace of her light blue bra. "I'll stink of smoke tomorrow." But she was already a lot more comfortable and lent back on her elbows, stretching her legs out to warm her toes.

 

[Cobra_14]

"We'll have to get the fire going in here, we can leave the door open for the smoke and hack up that old chair for dry wood." She gestured at a rotting chair near a dusty desk.

Jim turned his head towards where she pointed. He looks at Sam and saw that she was shivering, and was about to tell her to take the shirt off, but then he she may take it the wrong away.

"I'm pretty sure there's a flare in the bag but it's cheap so I don't want to risk it fucking up in the rain." She said.

“To be on the safe side I think we better keep the flare for the time being just in case we need it later.” He told her. While Sam moved closer to him, perhaps the get a little warm form him. He thought.

"We could spend the night here and swim back in the morning if the weather has cleared up by then?" she said and he just raised his eyebrows, there was no way he was going to swim that distance again. Once was enough.

"Come on Jim! We did it last summer remember! Granted it was warmer and it took a while but if we could do it then we can do it now!."

Jim just shook his head no, but he knew her, and would try to talk him into it, but with one on the beach or boats in the water he wasn’t going to swim 5 miles.

"I'm gonna take my shirt off, ok." She looked at Jim and pulled her arms into through her sleeves. "It needs to dry out.

I was going to tell you to take off, but didn’t want to give you the wrong impression. I figured you would eventually that’s why you’re shivering.

When Sam took her shirt off he tried no to look but couldn’t help himself, she handed the shirt over the open door, and he could her firm breasts and her hard nipples trying to push through the thin material on her bra. His cousin wasn’t just very pretty she was also very well built.

"I'll stink of smoke tomorrow." She said about her shirt.
“Maybe if you hang it away from the door it may dry by morning and it won’t stink. He told her.

 

[Twixle]

"I don't plan on sleeping shirtless you know... I was gonna put it back on in a couple of hours once the fire died." She shot Jim a puzzled glance. How could he expect her to spend the night in just her bra? They sat in extended silence for a while, Jim staring into the fire and Sam wondering what was ticking over in his head. She decided to interrupt his meditations. "Aren't you cold in that wet shirt? I was frigid." She sat up and pulled her knees in to her chest, covering up her boobs. "Plus, it seems a little rape-y me sat here shirtless in an abandoned hut on a deserted cove with my backwater cousin." She grinned and he responded to her joke by removing his shirt semi-reluctantly.

Jim rose to put his shirt on top of the door. "No!" Sam nagged. "If you lay yours over mine, mine wont dry properly. Put it somewhere else!" Jim glanced about sheepishly then laid his shirt on the dusty desk. He slumped to the floor beside her. "It'll be dry by tomorrow" She smiled coyly. They were closer now. Sam opened up again and sat cross legged, side on to the fire, facing Jim. "God... if Kalem saw us like this he'd go mental. He can get real jealoFUCK!" Jim almost jumping into the fire with surprise and Sam began frantically pawing at the tight pockets of her denim short shorts. "My phone!" She retrieved a sodden iPhone from her pocket, water trickling from the seam around the screen.

They both stared in discomfort for a short moment. "Bet me $50 it still works?" Sam managed to force through her mild anger and deep annoyance. Jim agreed and she pressed the home button. The screen stayed black. They both paused and Sam looked at Jim, who was looking at her, then she hurled the phone through the flames and out the open door into the sand and rain.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed and seemed to fall back under the force of the curse. "Kalem will be wondering what happened..." She stared at the mouldy ceiling.

 

[Cobra_14]

"I don't plan on sleeping shirtless you know... I was gonna put it back on in a couple of hours once the fire died." She shot Jim a puzzled glance. I wasn’t asking you to sleep shirtless.

“I didn’t say anything, I just said you e=were shivering because your wet shirt. "Aren't you cold in that wet shirt? I was frigid." She asked. As matter of fact no I am not cold, it mean I am allot warmer than you are. He told her as she sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest, hiding her breasts from him.

"Plus, it seems a little rape-y me sat here shirtless in an abandoned hut on a deserted cove with my backwater cousin." She said.
“Thanks, he replied back. “It’s not as I wanted to be here in this lousy weather.

"No!" Sam nagged. "If you lay yours over mine, mine won’t dry properly. Put it somewhere else!" she told him when he took his shirt off and was about to hang it over hers. He thought it would keep the smell of smoke from her shirt be he didn’t tell her that, so he just drops it on the dirty desk, then went to sit on the floor by her.
"It'll be dry by tomorrow" she said, but he would believe that when tomorrow came and it was dry.

"God... if Kalem saw us like this he'd go mental. He can get real jealoFUCK!" Kalem supposedly was her boyfriend and Jim had no use for that guy, in his book he was an s o be. Then suddenly Sam started pawing at her packets when he realized she was; looking for her phone.

Jim already knew it was soaked with water and it was no it was cooked by now. "Bet me $50 it still works? “She said. “Bet &50 it won’t he replied back. Jim was looking at her to see what she would to now, and next thing he saw she threw the phone out the door. “Fuck” she said “Kalem will wonder what happen.

Don’t worry about Kalem, he’ll do fine, worry about yourself if it gets cold during the night, you’ll freeze your ass.

 

[Twixle]

"My ass is pretty resilient. You'd be surprised." She winked at him playfully and sat back up. "Speaking of..." She rose to her feet and began to exit the hut. "I need to pee." She walked into the rain and round the back of the hut, away from the shore. With her face upturned to the cool spray she removed her denim shorts and panties all together and squatted in the sand. Sam's teen figure naked on the beach letting forth a torrent of warm wee, the stem from which warmed her in a disgusting way, was a sight to behold. She glanced back at the hut and noticed a grimy window on the wall facing her. She flinched a little but realised she was so deep into her exposure that their was nothing she could do to regain her modesty, so she embraced it.

She closed her eyes and turned her face skyward again. The lashing rain was oddly soothing on her bare skin and she stayed squatting for a moment after she'd finished. The cold rain water slowly seeping down her thighs irritated her back to reality and she squeezed back into her panties and shorts with much distain. The feel of the saturated denim on her skin was like slime and sand found its way up into her panties. She took several steps towards the hut and with each one the sandy material chaffed her pale skin with the upmost annoyance. Sam couldn't bare it. She removed the sand garments from her body once more and marched back to the hut.

Standing to the side of the entrance, she flung the shorts and underwear into the corner. Her head poked round the side of the door frame and was greeted by a perplexed Jim sat by the fire where she had left him.

"I got my clothes all sandy and now I can't wear them." The event seemed a little more absurd after she said it out loud. "Could you lend me your shorts or boxers or something?" As she spoke she ran her hand between her butt cheeks idly on the other side of the door frame. Grit scratched against the sensitive skin and she winced.

"But first I'll have to wash the sand out of my ass. Wait here." She was a little embarrassed and rushed off towards the sea.

 

[Cobra_14]

"My ass is pretty resilient. You'd be surprised." She replied. With a wink. “That remain to be see when night walls.” He relied back to her.

"Speaking of..." She rose to her feet and began to exit the hut. "I need to pee." He smiled but didn’t say anything. His thought were a little upside down he thought, he could wipe the image of her beautiful breasts.

He also had to keep his crotch Hidden from her. He always liked her more than any other girl but being her he could very well ask her for a date. When she met that idiot Kalem, she was lost to him even though she was lost to him being his cousin.

Now here they both were alone and stranded no warm clothes and no food and the storm still raging outside. He had no idea what would happen if they were not rescued in the next day or two. He turned his head thinking he heard noise, and he thought it was Sam coming back.

"I got my clothes all sandy and now I can't wear them." she told rather loudly through the slightly open door. What the hell was she doing getting sand into her short and panties. He thought to himself.

"Could you lend me your shorts or boxers or something?" She asked him. He tough for a minute.

"But first I'll have to wash the sand out of my ass. Wait here." She said while he was thinking.

He stood up to take his pants off then his shorts. Than putting his pants back on. He walked to the door and waited till she came back.

 

[Twixle]

Sam rushed down the beach towards the rolling waves. She waded into thigh high depth and squatted in the icy water. The 'cold' she felt before in the hut was a tropic paradise compared to what she felt now. Her nipples could cut glass and would pierce the fabric of her bra if they stretched it any further. The waves collapsed around her chest and a salt water taste that had begin to fade in her mouth was refreshed. Her hands worked quickly underwater, wiping sand from her ass and between the folds of her chilly pussy. The soft sand beneath swallowed her feet up to the ankle.

Once she was confidant she was clean, Sam stood up and sprinted out of the sea. The sun sunk considerably since their ship wreck and the rain pelted her goose-bump riddled body harder than ever. She plodded up the beach, arms crossed tightly against the lashing rain and sopping wet hair clinging to her back. Shivering, she approached the amber glow of the fire through the open door of the hut.

All self consciousness had escaped her. She walked naked into the hut and stood close to the flames, Jim on the floor opposite. Droplets of salty water caught the orange light of the fire as they descended over the mound of her shaved vagina. Sam's exposed front glowed with the reflected firelight against the bitter, blue backdrop out the open door behind her. Her eyes were wide and staring into the fire as if she was absorbing heat optically. Her thin lips parted and she stuttered as her jaw trembled.

"Fuckkkk! I'm cccold!" Her eyes snapped from the flames to the white shorts that lay beside Jim. "Ccchuck me your shorts, quick!" Jim obliged and she caught them over the fire, holding them above it to allow her hands to thaw for a split second. She slipped into them and the parting of her legs gave Jim a view of the stormy beach between her thighs. Sam's arms extended over the fire again and she rubbed her hands together in the rising heat.

Her awareness was re-established after she looked down at the small, white shorts that failed to protect any modestly she retained. "Jesus Jim! You could'da lent me your pant's instead!"

 

[Cobra_14]

Jim was shocked when Sam walks in naked as the day she was born, giving him a hell of a hard on. He couldn't take his eyes off her saved pussy and her great looking breasts with huge hard nipples. She didn’t seem to care that she was naked, or she was teasing him or whatever. He didn’t know what to do say at that moment, only that he couldn't move with his hard on.

Ever since they got in the Hut she hasn’t been her usual ignoring person he knew where he was concerned. Sam just stood there in front of him across the fire for a long time, and that didn’t help his hard on one little bit, and if anything he was getting even harder, while she was trying to get warm by the fire then she looks his way, and she finally decided to talk.

“Fuckkkk! I’m cccold!” she said before her eyes drift to where Jim left his short for her.

"Ccchuck me your shorts, quick!" she asked him and he threw them at her over the fire. When she was ready she didn’t even turn her back to him. She just lifts one leg giving him a great view of her open pussy lips. Jim could still see her pussy as the shorts just didn’t fit right her, and he was not about to look away now.

"Jesus Jim! You could'da lent me your pants instead!" she said and that didn’t sit well with Jim.

I see, you want my pants now after standing there naked all this time, and it never occurred to you to cover your pussy with the towel. You just stood there in front of me so I can see you gorgeous pussy, and how hot and sexy you look, and giving me a hard on at the same time.

 

[Twixle]

Sam was completely taken aback by Jim's sudden change of mood. Her face flushed a deep red in embarrassment and anger. She crossed her arms tightly over her boobs to cover her nipples. It felt as if she shrank a little behind the fire as an unpleasant feeling of complete exposure lingered over her in the smoke billowing above. She couldn't hold Jim's scowling gaze for long and her eye's dropped to his crotch. It was obvious now that, being free from the confines of his shorts, he was pithing a sizeable tent with his pants. Her eye's dropped further to gaze into the heart of the fire, the flame mirroring the embarrassment that burned inside her.

She thought of what Jim had told her, that she was teasing him with her body, consciously making him lust after his own cousin. She thought that her preoccupation with her own situation did cause her to act in a provocative way, it was a little selfish of her. However, it couldn't equate to Jim's selfishness in the circumstances. How could he of possibly look at her in a sexual way? She was in a relationship and off limits, why didn't guys ever realise this. In her mind, Situations like this justified Kalem's jealousy. Fuelled by a new found self righteous irritation she piped up.

"I wanted you pant's 'cus I'm fucking fffridgid Jim! I've just been back in the fucking sea!" She yelled over the fire but her body was still retracted and small. "You've been sat near the fire all this time nursing your boner, you fucking perv! "You think I'm being selfish? You wanna see my pussy?" She gripped the waist of the shorts and ripped them down her damp legs. She was naked again but this time she spread her arms open wide, holding the shorts balled in one hand.

"Here you go then. Take a good look at your cousin! and have your fucking shorts back!" But in her rage she tossed them into the core of the fire where they burst into large flames instantaneously. The lively flames danced and casted shapes against the pale skin of Sam's shaved pussy, clean and dried from the fabric of the shorts. She stared at Jim with distain.

 

[Cobra_14]

Jim realized afterwards that perhaps he over did it a bit, even thought it was all true she had been doing it the whole time they’ve been, maybe unconsciously considering they were marooned in an Island, and to make matters worse they had no food.

"I wanted you pants 'cus I'm fucking fffridgid Jim! I've just been back in the fucking sea!" She yelled at him.
Jim couldn’t say anything feeling guilty over what he said to her.

"You've been sat near the fire all this time nursing your boner, you fucking perv! "You think I'm being selfish? You wanna see my pussy?" She told him.

Jim was about to say he didn’t to see her pussy, but she was faster. She gripped the top of the shorts and ripped them down, and now she was once again standing there across the fire naked. Ho that’s great he said to himself, now she was again naked.

"Here you go then. Take a good look at your cousin! and have your fucking shorts back!" She told him, and then she tossed them back at him over the fire. Unfortunate they landed into the fire and burst into flames.

He stood across the fire looking at her naked body getting a hard on once again. Now he had a choice, give her his pants and she would see his hard on in full glory, or he could keep them and feel like the perv she called him.
“Now look what you’ve done.” he told her as he pulls his pants down and threw them at her.

"I hope you're happy now he told her and walked over to grab his shirt to wrap around his waist, but couldn't hide his hard on.

 

[Twixle]

Sam stared for a moment with that feeling one gets after their opponent concedes unexpectedly. Jim's cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment and anger, his eyes on the fire and not on her. The pants hung limply from his outstretched arm and his erect cock pointed proudly at the ceiling. His dick wasn't massive. By no means tiny, but not as large as Kalem's. Kalem probably had another half dick on top of what Jim was packing but he was considerably older than both of them. This was the sort of cock Sam should be familiar with. One that would fit her late teen vagina like a key in a lock rather than something in its mid twenties that had loosened many cunts before it had stretched her velvet walls. They were on a level playing field now. Any on-lookers would mistake the scene for a 'show me yours if I show you mine' situation enacted by young, curious cousins. The self righteousness in Sam bled away until she was left with a meagre and irritating sense of pride she felt she had to uphold.

The pants were snatched out of Jim's hand. She pulled them up over her smooth curves. The fabric was dry, warm and a lot more satisfying than the thin shorts that were now circulating in the air around them as ash. A flash of regret was in the stern look Sam gave Jim as she made for the dusty bunk in the corner. There was no bedding on either bunk but the bare mattresses showed no signs of mould or dampness. She shook and patted it hard, primarily to release some tension, then descended upon it once it seemed acceptably clean. She faced the dark wooden wall and watched her horizontal shadow dance against it. The fire was now the only light source in the absence of the sun. Sam shot a glance over her shoulder back at Jim at the edge of the fire. He sat brooding with his shirt around his waist. Turning back, she withdrew into herself.

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Sam woke with a shiver. Her body was uncomfortably cold except for her back that absorbed heat from the still burning fire across the room. Her mind was cloudy yet she didn't feel the usual mugginess that proceeded deep sleep. She must of only been out for an hour or so. The glossy plastic fabric of the mattresses crumpled as she sat up. Her bare breasts were dry and perky with nipples erect in the cool air. Goosebumps ran up the back of her neck under her humid hair. Her waist and thighs were grateful for the shorts that she wore and all chill was focused in her torso. Sam rubbed her arms and shoulders, seeking the heat of friction. Jim was still sat by the smaller fire although the intact edges of fresh wood indicated that he had been tending it. He was now against the wall with his t shirt draped over his crotch and crossed legs. His naked chest flickered orange in the glow of the fire. Sam rose, then walked, then sank close beside him.

"Hey." Her sleepy whisper interrupted the monotonous hiss of the rolling waves. "What time do you think it is?" Jim thought about 7PM. He was curt with her. "Listen..." Her voice was genuine. "I'm sorry." Their eyes met and after a moment they embraced. Sam's boobs were pressed firmly against Jim's bare chest and she felt the stored warmth he had accumulated. It was extremely comforting to her.

 

[Cobra_14]

Jim never felt so down as he felt in that moment when he saw his shorts lend in the fire, in that moment he wished he was miles away from Sam. For a smart girl he thought his cousin was, she did to many dumb things that led them to where they were now, her wearing his pants and him with nothing at all.

He watched her while she slept, and even though he tried to, he just couldn’t close his eyes. His only hope now was to go hunting for some wood, but when he looked all around he couldn’t see anything but water and sand. The only wood they had was the old hut, but if it got cold as it was now they need it for shelter.

Her idea of swimming was out of the question in the cold water, and though he knew how they could keep warmer, he was not about to suggest they sleep together. Knowing her, she would think him a pervert that wanted to sleep with her.

Jim was aware she was looking at him when she woke up, but he didn’t let on that knew she was awake, he really didn’t talk to her and running the risk of having another argument. He heard her get down from the cot and walk over where he sat and sat down next to him.

“Hey” she said. Not wanting to be rude he nodded his head. “What time do you think it is,” She asked, his replied was short and soft, “around 7 PM.”

"Listen..." Her voice was genuine. "I'm sorry." She said, and if it wasn’t because he cared for her that much, he would’ve got up and went outside, but instead when he met her eyes he wrapped his arms around her. Embracing her naked torso aroused him and he tried to keep hunched over so she wouldn’t notice.

“You know that if it stays cold like this we’re in trouble you know that?” He told her. We may have to start ripping the hut apart for fire wood,” he added.

 

[Twixle]

It was impossible for Sam not to be aware of Jim's erect cock tenting the shirt spread over his lap. She hardly cared by this point. She had been embarrassed and angry and now she'd apologised and it was still there. She was coming to terms with involuntarily making her cousin perpetually rock hard. She was beginning to appreciate his admiration in a very weird, very vain way. Baser instincts inside her were distorting the lines between relations and possible sexual partners. Their embrace continued for longer than necessary. Sam was addicted to his flame kissed skin and the pressure on her boobs felt great. They finally retracted and began to feel the chill creep back into themselves instantaneously.

"You're right about the fire." Looking at the dwindling logs. She suggested a more intimate form of heat preservation. Body heat. She was straight faced and emotionless, almost professional. They had to overlook what had happened between them previously in order to stay safe. "I'll sit in your lap facing the fire, that way I can get the feel the heat from you on my back and the fire on my front. After a while we'll swap. Kinda like recycling our bodies heat output." Sam barely gave Jim a chance to consent before she had clambered between his legs.

She laid her back against his radiating chest and rested her the back of her head on his shoulder. The small of her back was brought in close to him, pushing away the shirt and trapping his rigid cock between them. Sam could feel Jim's cock pressing against her. It felt hot and substantial. Jim was trying to pull it away awkwardly but she drew his arms around her stomach and settled him. "It feels good Jim. It's warm." She whispered in a half giggle. Minutes passed as they sat together. Sam had closed her eyes and sunk into a doze. Her body felt fuzzy and similar to when you're sat in a bath that is slightly too cold. Staying perfectly still allowed her to warm her occupied space but slight movements would reveal the cool atmosphere that surrounded her.

Her eye's fluttered open as the fire cracked weakly. She glanced down at her tits and noticed her hard, protruding nipples. Her hands cupped them and they felt like stress balls taken from the fridge. "Jesus!, feel how cold my tits are!" Jim brought his hands up reluctantly and cupped them. Sam's hands closed over his and squeezed them lightly, lifting her breasts. "I think your hands are warmer than mine." There was no doubting it now, she was teasing him. She felt mildly guilty for how she had reacted earlier but she was willing to let her integrity slid if it meant she wouldn't freeze to death.

 

[Cobra_14]

As hard as it was for him he still couldn't do anything to hide his hard on. Sam didn’t make it easy for him even though he didn’t think she did it intentionally. They both had the same problem now after most of their clothes were burned. She could do anything she wanted and he still couldn’t tell if she was arouse like he was. He didn’t know how it all started that he was this attracted to her physically, he simply knew that he couldn’t keep his mind off of her naked body.

"You're right about the fire." She said.. It didn’t take a genius to know that if you’re cold you need fire to keep warm, and if you have no fire and not much to wear you need to improvise. He knew what they had to do, but he was not going to get into an argument over this and kept his mouth shut.

"I'll sit in your lap facing the fire, that way I can get the feel the heat from you on my back and the fire on my front. After a while we'll swap. Kinda like recycling our bodies heat output." She said a little later surprising the hell out him, but that didn’t solve the problem he had with his hard on. None the less he was glad she came up with it. She never told him what she intended to do, she just got between his legs and sat down.

This worked fine for her but then she leaned her back against his chest. Somehow she pushed his shirt higher and his hard cock got caught between her bare back and his tummy. He tried to move back a little but she got his arms and pulls them around her stomach. "It feels good Jim. It's warm." She whispered with a slight giggle. Now there was no way he could move away to ease the pressure.

All was quiet and he almost dozed off when he felt her move. "Jesus!, feel how cold my tits are!" She said. Reluctantly he put his hands on her beasts. He realized they were really cold and her nipples were as hard as pebbles, and then she put her hands over his and squeezed them. He could feel her hard nipples dig in the palm of his hands.

"I think your hands are warmer than mine." She said holding them tight to her breasts, and he wondered what she was up to. This was so unlike her, and if she was teasing him he would teach her a lesson.

He leaned forward and tighten his arms than leaned back bringing her ass on his lap, and by doing that his cock got between her thighs.

 

[Twixle]

Sam gasped lightly as she was lifted onto Jim's lap. Maybe he was bringing her in closer to feel warmer? However, it felt like she was adding innocence to his actions where their was none. A barrier had been crossed now. Sure, they had crossed a few barriers when they were sitting around naked and she had overstepped one when she cuddled up to him and felt the warmth of his bare cock on her back, but he was pushing them into territory that was hard to come back from with this manoeuvre. She had been shocked and mad and dismissive of his lewd behaviour in the recent past but nothing had changed. The facts stayed the same, Jim was attracted to his cousin and now he was doing something about it.

Her resistance had been futile all along and yet, now she hardly seemed to care at all. Perhaps it was her lack of food and drink or the physical exhaustion from the ship wreck. Maybe her mind was still clouded by sleep or the fumes of the fire were messing with her better judgement. It could of been that she was cold and scared and longed for a form of reassurance and safety. Whatever the cause, Sam had given up fighting any advances from his incestuous cousin.

The grip Jim had used to pull her onto his lap hadn't loosened and his fingers were squeezing her soft globes tightly. Her nipples pressed into his heated palms. The sight that set the tone of their embrace, a sight which would be near impossible to explain to anybody that came across them knowing they were related, was Jim's hardened member stuck between Sam's pale thighs. It touched the outer lips of her vagina lightly and heat pulsated from the thick pole in blind anticipation. Her thighs tensed slowly as she clenched her bum bringing her legs closer together. With fluttering eyelids and a dreamlike sense that told her what she was experiencing wasn't real, Sam began to gyrate her hips at a agonisingly restrained pace. She ground her bum cheeks against his navel, the unkempt pubic hair on his crotch working it's way into her ass crack and tickling her butt hole.

The dick between her legs was stroked by the enveloping flesh of her thighs. It was pressed firmly against her pussy and worked her outer lips open as Jim's foreskin manoeuvred about his shaft. Sam's hands left Jim's and forced themselves behind his knees that sat up either side of her own. Her back arched every now and then and sweet rolling gasps accompanied her quickening breath. She had matched Jim with gesture that took a swan dive over the line between social norms and sexual decadence.

 

[Cobra_14]

Jim had hoped things would get better between them under the present circumstances, but being in this situation with them both nearly naked he had to thank his hair brain cousin. He had no idea how long they would be marooned here, and he was tire of her bitch attitude.

He was fully aware they were blood cousins, but he really didn’t care one way or the other. He was crazy about her and being here alone with her, he didn’t know how to handle his feelings for her. As of lately Sam had done a few things that puzzled him, like sitting between his legs, putting his hands on both her breasts then put her hands on top of his to hold them there.

He couldn’t help wondering if by chance she was trying to hide her feeling towards him. Kalem was a total ass and every one of his and her friends knew it, and he couldn’t see what she saw in him. Being almost the same age they hanged around together, and maybe she used Kalem as an excuse to stay away from him, being a cousin and all.

Here they were now alone in a deserted place and she was sitting on his lap, though no fault hers as he pulled her on his lap. Than gain she was sitting there and didn’t even tried to get off, even though his cock was between her thighs, wedged between her pussy lips. He thought she would fight to get off of him but she never made a move, and instead she closed her thighs to trap his cock against her pussy.

Jim didn’t know what she was thinking. She started to gyrate her hips and grind her hips against his, and he could feel his raging cock slowly slip deeper into her now wet pussy. He could feel how hot and wet her pussy was, and Jim could feel his cock slipping inside her pussy with every move of her hips. Jim knew she was trying to get his cock inside her pussy, and then she arched her back and he slips in even deeper.

Jim placed his hands on her hips and pushed up with his hips, pushing his hard cock inside her till she was totally impaled on his big cock.

 

[Twixle]

Sam let out a loud gasp that echoed and rung out into the night, splitting the silence momentarily before being enveloped by it. Jim's, her cousin's, cock had just entered her, his cousin's, twat and she was left sitting motionless on his lap feeling the steely rod rearrange her insides. The fire cracked softly in front of them and Sam's face was a picture of shock, cheeks flushed rosy red and mouth hanging wide open. Her body was tensed and she gripped Jim's knees reflexively. After a long moments silence it became apparent that neither of them were going to speak, the situation wouldn't be verbally acknowledged by either of them.

Suddenly, Sam felt Jim's hands, which had left her tits hanging and were now firmly gripping her hips, push against her and try to force her up. Jim wouldn't have the strength to lift her from where they were but the gesture seemed more of an instruction. Sam obeyed and raised her butt off his lap, her cousins cock glistening as it emerged from her pussy. He stopped her with a light squeeze when all but his tip remained inside her. Sam didn't need to be told how to act next and let herself slip back down he's cock. She felt him exhale warm breath on her shoulder blades. They fell into a slow pattern, Sam would raise her hips to the guidance of her cousins hands and slid her cunt back down the shaft of his throbbing cock, feeling the flesh of her vagina expand and contract with every invasion.

The feeling was both known and unknown. She was familiar with sex but the geography of her cousins cock was alien and obviously something she'd never experienced. It was clear he wasn't concerned with her consent so she took a little time to resign her rational mind and deal with the situation. With a less effort than she thought was natural she began to enjoy the sex she was having. Tingling waves originated in her groin and rippled out over her body with each repetition. Her face relaxed but her cheeks remained flushed. Her eyelids drooped and she returned to the dreamlike state that had gotten her into this situation.

Minutes passed and the two cousins fucked slowly and in silence. The rigidness of Sam's legs began to cause her discomfort so she stopped rising off of Jim's cock. With her butt pressed firmly against his waist and his cock writhing about inside her vagina with ever slight movement, she slowly parted her legs. Her hands came off of Jim's knees and supported her weight on the floor. Now she lifted her cunt off of her cousins incredible hard member a final time, without the aid of his guidance at her hips.

Jim knew what to do. The boy began moving his own hips, bringing his ass off the wooden flooring and spearing her pussy. Sam's head rolled back to rest against his shoulder. She could see the corner of his face and his panting mouth out other corners of her eyes before she closed them. They hadn't looked at each other the entire time they had been having sex.

The view from across the fire comprised of; Jim's legs parted wide with Sam's gaping legs between them, between hers was her pink and wet pussy bathed in orange, flickering light. Her pussy bore the onslaught of her cousins thick cock sliding in and out of it at a quicker pace than they had been going at before. The short glimpses of cock showed that it was covered in a thin, shiny film, a mix of his own precum and his cousins clunge fluid. Sam's tits were bouncing softly with each thrust and she lay slack and relaxed against Jim's chest. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted with a slight blissful smile. Her cousin's mouth was at her ear, grunting softly and showing gratitude for the feeling of her smooth, wet cunt.

 

[Cobra_14]

Jim heard her loud gasp resonating through the night once she was fully seated on his lap, and his hard cock fully inside her cousin Sam. He fully realized this girl was his blood cousin impaled on his cock, but his desire for her was much stronger then any blood relation he felt towards Sam. She was not the first girl in his life but she fitted his cock like a glove as if it was made for him.

He didn’t know what drove Sam to perform that sex dance on his lap, but he welcome it none the less. No words were spoken but both bodies knew what they wanted, and her body began to move up and down while his hands on her hips guided her moments as he was not in any position to move, but just barely arch his hips to meet hers.

He sighed in contentment as her cunt hugged his cock like no other as they began to move in rhythm with each other Jim wished he could’ve seen her face, wondering if it show the hunger that he felt for her. Perhaps her movements of her hips as they moved sexually on his lap with him fully buried inside her was enough.

After a while Jim felt her body move rather out of sink wondering if she was not comfortable, he didn't say anything but let her move as she wished then she stops still remaining seated on his lap while he kept fucking her. he couldn’t see what she was doing but felt her legs opening and then lean forward and her ass came up, giving him more room to move and drive his cock into her cunt harder and faster.

Still no words were spoken, but then no words were now needed, both were where they wanted to be, at least till their passion for one other reached its own end. Jim was able now to drive his hard cock into her cunt faster and harder, and he could feel her getting wetter with every stroke, and a moment later both flood gates open leaving them breathless.

Sam’s back resting on his chest still impaled on his cock as it was slowly getting soft, and neither making a move to part. While a new warm sonny day outside started a new beginning for them both.

 

[Twixle]

They fucked and fucked and Jim came inside her. She'd heard his grunts shorten and quicken, the sound of her butt gently smacking against his skin becoming more frantic. With his final stoke he had pushed hard up inside her pussy and she'd gasped like the first time he'd entered her. After that they relaxed into each other, adopting a post coital routine of a typical couple. But they weren't a typical couple. More time had passed than Sam had experienced and she became aware of this by the rising sun illuminating the smouldering ashes that remained of the fire.

Sam stood. Cum bottomed out of her pink vagina and dribbled over Jim's flaccid cock as it slapped backwards against his waist. She didn't look back at him. Instead, she left the small wooden shack and walked slowly towards the beach. As she walked more cum oozed from within her and ran down her inner thighs. It eventually ran the length of her entire leg and left a few small droplets on the sand behind her. It seemed like Jim had been holding it in for some time. She'd relieved him and he'd painted her inner walls white with his DNA, with enough spare to plug her up like a champagne bottle.

Sam reached the dark, damp sand before the ocean and stepped into the shallow tide. The rolling surf lapped at her feet. It was bitterly cold but her sexual afterglow numbered the sensation enough for her to wade in waist deep. The salty air and chilling wind cleared her mind some what and she couldn't push herself into the freezing water any further. She raised handfuls of the sea up to her chest and drenched her skin. Goosebumps sprang up instantly and her nipples hardened into dark nubs.

She had woken from her entranced state almost completely by now and was contemplating the consequences of her actions. Kalem would always use a condom and therefore she was on no birth control. With one hand she parted the lips of her vagina and plunged the other underwater, pushing three fingers inside her cunt in an attempt to cleanse it with salt water.

She'd had enough of the ocean and shivered back up the beach. The sun had risen over the horizon by now and the reflection of it's rays on the surface of the water warmed her back as she retreated. Her shirt, still hanging over the door, had dried out and stank of smoke as she predicted. She pulled it over her head and eyed the panties and shorts she had discarded before. The still looked damp and cold. Sam looked at Jim, looked at him for the first time since they had sex with each other. She stood in the doorway of the hut, silhouetted a little by the rising sun, wearing nothing but her her dry top. Her pussy was cold, wet and still had little splashes of salt water on it yet it was still desirable and reminded Jim of the skin of a moist, ripened fruit.

"Maybe we should make a go of swimming back to mainland?" Her voice was hardly louder than a whisper and came from low in her throat.

 

[Cobra_14]

Jim watched Sam get up and walked outside leaving him alone to contemplate on what just happen between him and Sam. He could justify it because it was Same that started, not she never force him. This was not rape for neither of them but it was consul by both, and being in love with his cousin he was old enough to know better.

One thing for sure was that he didn’t regretted fucking Sam, and mostly because he was sure Sam wanted it all-along. Now he was hoping that she didn’t get pregnant seen that she didn’t have a birth control pills. He wondered what she was doing out there this early, and then he fought she may want to wash away his sperm.

He was thinking of going out to see what she was doing when he saw her walked in. She was wearing her old shirt that by how smelled of smoke and nothing else, but from where he was she could see her part of her pussy, and against his will he could his cock getting hard and close his legs as he was still sitting down.

“No not me. We went through this once before Sam, I am not going to try and swim that far at the risk of drowning. I won’t even advise you not to try it, you would do it your way like always matter what I say. Still I don’t you should do it. With the storm gone we may get some help now.

 

[Twixle]

Sam thought about Jim's plans to stay put. They were expected home last night and both of their parents knew they were going out on the boat so it was only a matter of time before someone was sent out on the ocean to look for them. Their wrecked boat was still down near the sure and was probably visible from quite far out so it was bound to be spotted if the search party was scanning the bays. "I suppose you right." She told him quietly. Her body was cold and she was feeling sluggish and tired. The cot where she had napped before beckoned her once more.

She slumped down onto the plastic mattress and it crinkled under her weight. Slowly, she laid back and rested with one leg stretched out on the cot and the other still standing on the floor. This parted her legs and gave Jim another full view of her pussy but she was to involved in thought to care. What would Kalem say? What would her parents think? What if she was pregnant? These unanswerable questions swirled in her mind like water circling the dark, unknown depths of a plug hole. The dull hiss of the crashing waves and the gentle creak of the wooden hut was mildly soothing however. The creaks became louder and the remaining windows panes trembled, the wind was picking up.

Sam was half conscious, thinking about how her and Jim's relationship would be effected after they got back to the mainland, when a icy gust of wind blew in through the open door. The blast travelled up her body and chilled her to her core. She shivered violently and sat up with her arms wrapped tightly over her chest.

"Fuck." She cured to herself under her breath. "Get that door closed, I'm going to relight this shitty fire." Sam's acid tongue would always rear its' ugly head when she was uncomfortable or tired, or both in this case. Her demands hadn't been barked at Jim directly, she was finding it hard to look him in the eye, they had been uttering into the surrounding air.

 

[Cobra_14]

Jim was glad that Sam didn’t insist on them trying to swim across, the water was still very cold and the wind was blowing a little to hard. He was still trying to deal with what happen, and even though Sam started it he still felt guilty for letting it happen, and being in love with her didn’t justified it in his mind.

He went back in side to find her stretched out back on the cot, but couldn’t help looking at her exposed pussy. She laid down with one leg on the cot and the other still on the floor, and her pussy was open to his view. “Damn he muttered to himself why does she do that.”

Jim heard the word “Fuck.” and looked at Sam as she uttered complaints about the door being open. The door was already open when he came in, and wondered is she was her bitchy self all over again. He noticed she was trying to avoid looking at him, and if it was because of what she did, except that he didn’t think of her that way. They were both tire alone and nearly naked, and maybe Sam cared for him more than she let on.

He could see she was cold and walked over to her. “Would you like to cuddle, it will keep you warmer if you do. I think the weather is changing Sam, and right now I think it’s just the tail end of the storm.”