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Lost

By: KeKaneAnoi



What have you done to me!? 

Just the thought of you arouses me!

I close my eyes, and I hear your voice, feel your touch. I am lost in my fantasy ...

My nipples harden beneath my silky camisol, as heat and moisture flood my womanhood. 

I see you rise above me, feel the weight of your body against me as you enter me, then lay on me. 

I can feel your arms next to me as your hands slide under my shoulders, pulling me down towards you. 

(I shudder)

I feel your breath on my neck as your lips softly graze it, searching for my own lips. 

I moan at the sensations, and you suckle my neck, making me moan more. 

As you work your way towards my lips, I am writhing beneath you, reaching out for that ultimate moment when we climax together. 

(I feel a pulse between my legs)

As your lips reach mine, our tongues reach out and caress each other, twisting and dancing in a centuries old ritual. The taste of you arouses me all the more.

As we move together, you slide all the way into me, and then slip all the way out, (I moan) only to enter me again ... bringing me closer and closer to climax. 

(I am wet, aroused, and I feel my insides quiver and pulse in excitement)

I moan into our kisses, I writhe beneath you. 

You slip into me yet again, this time you stay within and pump faster and harder. 

I feel you grow, harden and stretch me as your cock fills with cum. I feel my walls as they stretch, burn and flood with my own juices. 

I raise my hips to meet your every thrust into me, feeling my orgasm pulse and pound it's way through me. I hear your moans as you reach that point, I feel you pulse, and as I moan I feel my own orgasm wash over me, drowning me in a flood of sensations. 

(I am soaked, fully aroused, pulsing with desire and in desperate need of you)

I hear your moans become a shout as you explode into me, filling me with more heated pleasure and sensations. My body tingles as it feels your breath upon it. My nipples harden. You continue to thrust into me, slowing down, and eventually stopping. You lay upon me and kiss my shoulder and my neck - I shudder in response, my walls convulsing around you as you pulse within me. 

**My eyes pop open - my heart races, my breath is short and fast, I feel drops of sweat on my forehead and between my breasts.

I feel the pulses of heat and pleasure beat from within me, flooding that spot between my legs.

I can take no more, I must feel release! 

Just as I remove my now dampened thong, you walk in!

I all but fly to you and kiss you deeply as I wrap my arms around you.

At first you just stand there, shocked at your "welcome". But soon enough, your arms wrap around me and you return my kiss. I feel your tongue probing my mouth, rubbing against my own. My hands are all over you - one on your head, my fingers buried in your hair, the other at your neck, my nails raking across your skin. You tense at the sensation. I feel your fingers grab my hair and push my head in towards you, deepening the kiss. Your other hand is firmly on my ass, pulling me so close I can feel your arousal through your jeans.

When we finally come up for air, I push away from you. You look at me - I'm wearing a thin bra beneath my camisol and it does nothing to hide how hard my nipples are. You glance down at the rest of my attire - a short skirt, thigh-high stockings and red high heels - and as your eyes travel down, you suddenly spot my discarded thong laying on the floor. Raising your brows, you look at me. I smile, walk towards you and begin to unfasten your jeans. You strip off your shirt and drop it to the floor. I get your jeans open and in one movement I pull them and your underwear down to your ankles. As your cock pops out, I get on my knees in front of you and, watching your eyes, I grab your cock with one hand, and begin to slowly lick the head. You close your eyes and moan. Smiling, I lick you oh so slowly from the bottom of the shaft, up to the head, then around it. I repeat this again and again, on the bottom, on the left, on the right - I have licked just about everywhere on your now rock hard cock. I've tasted precum. 

Again, looking you in the eye, I finally take the head in my mouth, and, closing my lips around it, I use my tongue to massage it. You moan, and I taste more precum. I massage the shaft with one hand, and your sac with the other, still massaging and kissing the head. Short minutes later, I use my hand that's on the shaft to pull the skin of your cock down taut, towards your body, and hold it there. I kiss the tip of the head one last time. I look up at you and open my mouth and wrap my lips around the entire head, and suck your cock deeply into my mouth, until I feel the head hit the back of my throat. Pausing, I slowly back off until I have only the head left in my mouth. I'm sucking you, keeping it "tight". 

I'm still using my other hand to massage your sac, gently pinching and pulling on it as well. I keep the skin of your cock taut, and suck you. I slide up and down oh so slowly along your cock, taking my time, ensuring I draw every ounce of pleasure into this one act. 

I love to suck your cock! Just the thought of it gets me hot, wet and ready to fuck! You know this - so while I'm on my knees, eyes closed, sucking away at your cock, you bend forward and slip a hand down to grab and pinch my nipple. My eyes pop open. You put your other hand in my hair behind my neck to hold me there. I close my eyes and moan onto your cock as you pinch and pull at my nipple - pulses of pleasure shoot down to my already wet puss and explode adding more heat, moisture and arousal. As I moan onto your cock, I taste you drip more precum, which I eagerly swallow, squeezing your cock tighter, eliciting more moans from you. 

As I continue to suck you, you suddenly tell me to stop as you stop playing with my nipple. I release your cock from my mouth and look up at you questioningly. You tell me you're getting close and don't want to cum yet. I pull off your clothes as you step out of them, and we head towards the bed. I ask what you have in mind. As we reach the bed, you pull me close and give me a full, deep, hard kiss - which I eagerly return. Backed up against the bed, you break our kiss and "push" me so I fall back onto the bed. Getting on your knees in front of me, you push up my skirt and spread my shaved lips, exposing my pink clit and wet puss, and proceed to lick them both. 

I'm on the bed writhing and moaning as your hot, thick tongue first dips into my puss and then slowly slides up and over my clit - making me even wetter, bringing me close to orgasm. You slide one hand up to pinch my nipple - I slip my bra and camisol down for you - and use the other hand to finger my puss as you attack my clit - licking it, nipping and even gently biting at it. Each stroke of your finger, each lick, each bite, pushes me closer and closer to the edge. Hearing my moans, seeing how turned on I am, you slip a second finger into my soaked puss. Getting it nice and wet, you lick my clit yet again, slowly slip out both fingers and as they slide back in, one goes back into my puss and the other in my tight ass! I gasp, wriggle and moan at the sensations that engulf my body from the inside out. You pump me, gently at first, licking my clit in time with each stroke. Then you stop licking me - you pump me faster, harder. 

I hear you talking to me ... "You like that? You like being fucked in both holes at once?"

I moan.

Again you speak - "Yeah, you love it. You love the way it feels. Your ass is so tight! Your puss is pulsing, I feel it squeezing my finger. You want to cum - you can feel it!"

I'm moaning - "Oh God - yes! Please!"

"Tell me."

"What?" I moan as you stop fucking me. "NO!"

"Beg for it! Beg me to fuck you!"

"PLEASE - Please don't stop! Please fuck me more!"

"Get on your knees!"

As I get on my knees, you stand up. You position me on the bed.

"Suck my cock!" As I suck you, I hear you get the bottle of lube off the nightstand. (I hear you moan) Next I feel you lift my skirt and your fingers on me again. You slip a finger in my puss and one in my ass and begin to fuck me as I suck your cock. I moan onto your cock as your fingers enter me. I squeeze my puss and ass and then relax. Your other hand is on my nipple again. I moan again. You slip your fingers out of me, and suddenly there's a loud "SLAP"! I jump and moan onto your cock as you spank my ass. One slap. Next you are rubbing my ass cheeks, squeezing them. Then another slap! I moan again.

"MMMM - You like that don't you?" 

I moan onto your cock, "mm-hmm".

You slip your fingers into me and slowly fuck my pussy and ass again. I taste precum, I swallow again. I feel your cock all the way to the back of my throat as you pump my mouth slowly. You pull out of my mouth and finger-fuck me hard and fast again as I moan into a pillow. A minute goes by, then two, then three. Suddenly you grab my head and stick your cock into my mouth again as you slip your fingers out of me. I eagerly suck you. Again, short minutes go by as I suck your cock - the head hitting the back of my throat with each stroke. Your moans fill the room, the smell of sex surrounds us.

You suddenly stop and pull away. "Don't move." 

I stay where I am, and listen to your every move. I can tell by the sounds that you've removed our "toy bag" from it's hiding place. Returning to me, you have me sit and hand me my nipple chain telling me to put it on. I do as told. I slide down the straps of the camisol and my bra. You unfasten my bra hooks and remove it. Placing the loops on my nipples and pulling them tight, my already hard nipples are even harder and are forced to stay that way. You watch and tug on the chain. I moan at the sensations that shoot from my nipples to my fully aroused puss and ass. You slip the straps of the camisol back over my shoulders and leave the chain hanging out where you can reach it. The feel of the silk against my pinched nipples is very arousing and, closing my eyes, a soft moan escapes me.

"Since you love having both holes filled so much, we're going to have some fun," you tell me. 

I see the cock you remove from the bag - it's my favorite, and an exact "twin" of you. You have me lay back and you use the toy in my puss to get it wet. I am SO close to orgasm - that toy hits all the right spots, and then some! You fuck me for a minute or two, then stop and pull it out. You get out the anal numbing gel and have me get on my knees so you can rub it on and in my tight ass. I moan as I feel your finger massage my tight hole, as the tingles ripple through the area when your finger enters my ass and probes it for nearly a minute.

Removing your finger, you have me turn around. Grabbing my chain, you pull me closer to you. Following my now tugged nipples, I get right in front of you and "stand" on my knees. As you lean in to kiss my nipples, I feel a hand slip down to my puss. I feel something cold on my clit. Moaning, I feel the tingles begin and suddenly I realise you've put an orgasm enhancing gel on my clit and puss.

Oh God - I get wetter just thinking about what you're about to do to me!

You reach for the toy and slip it up into my puss. I moan as you fuck my puss and tug on my nipple chain.

Minutes later, "Get on your knees again" you tell me. 

I move slowly as you hold the toy within me. I moan at the sensations it causes. Once on my knees, you pump me with the toy, making me moan yet again. Slow strokes soon become quick ones. Gentle soon becomes hard. As you're pumping me with the toy, I barely notice you slip your finger into my ass - but once you start pumping it into me I feel it and moan louder. The numbing gel has taken effect - as has the orgasm enhancer. I feel an orgasm building as you slip another finger into my tight ass. As it stretches open, I feel a slight burn and moan yet again.

"Yeah - you like that, I can feel how wet you are!" I hear you say.

"Mmm-god! Please (pant) more (gasp) make me cum, Please!!!"

"Oh Yeah - fuck my fingers baby - feel them stretch that tight ass! You want more? Tell me!"

"Yes, please, make me cum!!"

"NO! Not yet ... you're not ready!"

I feel you stop fucking me with your fingers. Now you spread them, wiggle them, stretching my ass, making me moan more. "OH GOD! Please!!" 

You pull your fingers out a little and spread them again. "Uuuhhhh" You stop fucking me with the toy and while holding it in place with your knee, you use your free hand to put more numbing gel on your fingers and slip them into my ass again. Next I feel the cold of the lube drop onto my ass as you pump it out. I moan again. You pull the toy out of my puss and slip a condom onto it. The next thing I feel is the pressure of the head against my ass. "OH GOD - OH... MY... GOD...!!!" I feel you slowly slide the head into my tight ass. As the head enters, and disappears, you stop pushing and let my ass relax around it. You reach your free hand under me to tug my nipple chain a little and rub my clit to distract me. Feeling pleasure pulses bounce through me, I moan, and you push the toy cock a little farther into me. "OHHHHH!!"

"Relax, you're gonna love it!" I hear you. Each time you speak, I feel chills across my skin, tingles from within. Again you tug my chain and then rub my clit. More pleasure pulses. This time you keep rubbing as you slip the cock in deeper. When it's half way in, you start stroking it in and out of my ass, massaging me, stretching me. Every few strokes, you rub my clit or tug my nipple chain. In minutes I am so relaxed and turned on I don't realise you are now slowly fucking me with the entire length of the toy cock!

"Yeah baby - fuck this cock with your ass! OOOh, look at that! It just glides in and out!" Each word brings more shivers, more tingles, more pleasure. "Ready for more?" I hear you ask.

"Yes," I , panting.

"Beg for it!"

"Fuck me! Please!!! Fuck me good Baby! Make me cum!"

I feel you push the toy all the way in until the balls are pressed against me, then I feel you get right up behind me and press your cock against my puss. I moan aloud as you enter me.

"AAHHh YEAH!" I hear you groan. My legs are spread, my head and shoulders are pressed against the bed, and my ass is lifted as high as my knees can take it. Ass full of toy cock, puss full of your cock, I grab hold of the mattress as you begin to pump into me. "OOO Yeah, that pussy's so tight with that toy up your ass!! Fuck yeah! OH, FUCK!!" You are groaning, louder with each stroke.

"OH GOD!! OH MY GOD - YEAH, FUCK ME BABY!! YOU LIKE MY TIGHT PUSSY?! FUCK IT BABY - HHHAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGOOOOODDDDDDDD!!!!" I bury my face practically screaming into the bed as I feel an orgasm hit. My body shudders, my knees nearly collapse beneath me, my pussy and ass convulse strongly. You use your hand to hold the toy in me, to fuck me with it as you pound faster and harder into my pussy with your cock.

"OH FUCK, YEAH, FUCK YEAH, CUM ON MY COCK - FUCK YEAH! THAT PUSSY'S SO TIGHT! AAAHHHHH!!" I feel you fucking me for what feels like forever as the strongest orgasm I've ever had continues to wash over me, through me and begins to reverberate all over again! I moan, and yell, and even scream into the mattress, "OH GOD, PLEASE! PLEASE, CUM - PLEASE CUM, OH FUCK!!!"

My puss and ass are on fire - pulsing, convulsing, squeezing the two cocks and dripping everywhere. My mind is begging you to please cum, my body is lost in a flood of sensations - tingles, pulses, burning heat, slick moisture. 

Finally I feel your cock stretch, get longer and thicker, as it fills with cum. Moaning into the mattress, I hear you roar as your cock explodes shot after shot of thick, creamy cum deep into my pussy!

"RRAAAAHHHHHHGGGGHHHH, YEEEAAAHHHH!!!!" You keep stroking into me, emptying every last drop of cum deep within me, moaning and groaning with each stroke. Finally, I feel you slow, and stop. As you pull out, you hold the toy in my ass. You slowly fuck it in and out of my ass, slowly pulling it farther and farther out of me. Once it's out, you remove the condom and drop it in the trash can beside the bed, place the toy on the nightstand and slide into bed behind me. 

My whole body is awash with over-sensitised skin. Every breath, every touch has me quivering. I'm weak, spent. Wrapping your arms around me, you tug on my nipple chain sending another pulse of pleasure to my cum-filled puss, and pulling moans from me. Kissing my neck gently, you place your hands on my breasts and just hold me as we drift, lost to sleep.

Lost



**Author's note:

*This story was originally written for -- and won - a contest at another site. I post it here for my friends here at Lit. I hope you enjoy.

*Also: there is bisexual male content in this story. You have been warned.*

*

I was hopelessly lost. The company had sent me to meet with a potential client, so here I was, hundreds of miles from home, driving a rented car, with no clue where the hell I was. The map the girl at the convenience store had drawn me was totally fucked up, and I was sure I'd made at least one wrong turn anyway, so there I was.

At least I wasn't in a part of town where the walls were all covered with graffiti, but nevertheless, I could tell that it had seen better days.

I finally figured, 'Fuck it, I'll try to get to some kind of lodging and food, and I'll deal with it when it's daylight again.' The lights of a bar showed a block or so ahead of me, so I decided to grab a quick drink and get some advice on a place to stay the night.

As I pulled up to the bar, I noticed the rainbow awning. "Oh shit," I mumbled. Then I reasoned, "At least nobody I know will see me." I'd done a little bit of experimentation with the other side of the fence in college, but mostly at the behest of a bevy of hot coeds, and eased along by copious amounts of alcohol. Since I'd joined the "real" world, all that free-wheeling shit had been abandoned. I didn't begrudge anybody their personal lifestyle; I just hadn't let the past interfere with my present.

I could have moved on down the road to see if there was anything else along the way, but it was getting late, and I was damn hungry. Hopefully this place had a working kitchen, and it was still open.

"Teezer's," the elaborate sign in the window proclaimed, and taking a deep breath, I stepped through the door.

Inside, it generally looked like other bars I'd been in, except that this place was significantly cleaner than many of them. The room wasn't filled with smoke, which was another pleasant difference. I saw some male/female couples inside, but there were an awful lot of same sex couples, hence the rainbow outside.

A few appraising looks were cast my way as I approached the bar, both from male and female patrons. At least, I *thought* they were women, but I couldn't tell for sure. For a gay bar, it surprised me how sedate everyone was being. I'd been in a few gay bars in my college years, and it seemed that the later it got, the wilder the clientele became.

Anyhow, I finally got to the bar. The bartender was a clean-cut, olive-skinned guy, I'd guess in his early to mid twenties. He was shirtless, which wasn't entirely unusual in these places, and he displayed a really nice body. He probably got hundreds of propositions a night, I figured, or at least, he was likely the object of many a load shot in the privacy of many patrons' homes.

I waited patiently for him to work his way to me. Finally, he stopped in front of me and turned a set of piercing brown eyes on me. I couldn't remember feeling like this with another man before. Yes, I'd fooled around a little, as I said earlier, but there'd been no feeling then. It was just booze-induced sex. 

"What'll you have?" he asked, a slight accent tingeing his question. His voice was masculine, lacking the feminine lilt that some gay guys tend to affect.

Quickly, I debated dumping the story on him, then decided to give a capsulated version. "Look, I'm lost as hell. I'm supposed to meet clients in the morning, but I missed a turn or two and it led me here. I need a place to stay the night and *something* to eat, not necessarily in that order."

He took my explanation without a flinch. "Let me check if the kitchen's still open. We don't have a big menu, but at least we can get something in you." Hypersensitivity to my surroundings threw a double entendre into that statement, but I didn't think he'd intended one. 

"That'd be fantastic," I responded. "A burger and fries'd be greatly appreciated. And while you're there, a beer would do me good."

He turned and got me my order, then said, "I'll go see if they're done cleaning in the back."

I thanked him and started working on my beer. Curiosity got the best of me, and I turned to watch the other patrons while I drank. 

The crowd had thinned out a little in the few minutes since I'd arrived. There were two male couples off to one side, three women in a corner, and a mixed pair with a rather uncomfortable-looking guy off to my right. It appeared the interest in me was over, which was perfectly fine by me. I hadn't come in to get laid; I just wanted food and information on someplace I could crash for the night.

After a little bit, the bartender re-emerged. He came right back over to me and said, "They were packed up for the evening, but I told Phillipe your story. He was ready to be pissy, but when I told him you were cute, he said he'd get you something."

I blushed at the "cute" bit. Hell, I couldn't remember ever being called that. Now that I'm in my mid-thirties, I thought the possibility of "cute" was far behind me. Then again, I guessed I had different criteria.

"Thanks a lot. I'll have to give Phillipe a big tip for accommodating me."

The bartender smiled. "You better not let Phillipe hear you say that. He tends to take things literally."

I laughed. The statement hadn't been meant to be anything, but in here, it seemed almost anything said could mean something else.

The bartender then told me, "It'll be a few minutes yet. Shouldn't be long."

A perverse part of me wanted to respond with disappointment, but I had to remember where I was, and that I wasn't looking for anything beyond a hotel room after I'd eaten, and I was still convinced that my days of experimentation had been over for more than ten years.

A little while later, a tall, thin, dark haired, dark eyed man came in with a plate holding a great looking hamburger and an enormous stack of fries. I could only assume this was Phillipe. When he placed the plate in front of me, I thanked him profusely and watched him silently back away. He stepped up to the bartender and I heard him, in a loud stage whisper, say, "You were right, TJ, he really *is* cute." I found my face feeling hot again.

Phillipe turned my direction again and gave me a long-distance kiss, then sashayed back to the kitchen. The bartender leaned in and told me, "He's into older guys. His last steady was in his fifties." He motioned to my food. "Enjoy. Phillipe's burgers are to die for."

While I ate, I continued observing my surroundings. The place continued to empty. The straight couple was long gone, and one of the male couples. All that was left were the one male couple and one of the three women in the corner. I was the only one now at the bar, so it was getting pretty sparse.

At one point, TJ stopped in front of me and asked, "So, whattya think?"

I pointed at the sandwich. "This, I believe, is one of, if not *the* best hamburger I've ever had. These are great fries, too. I normally don't get too worked up about bar food, but this is fabulous."

TJ smiled again. "That's great to hear. We get written up in the local "alternative" paper all the time, and we even had an article published in the local mainstream a couple years back. It's pretty much general knowledge that we have the best food for a bar in the city, but unfortunately, not too many folks are willing to come to a 'gay' bar for a night on the town. It's a pity. Phillipe and the gang could run their own restaurant if they wanted, but for some reason, they hang on here."

Holding my sandwich for another bite, I admitted, "I'm sure glad they're here."

TJ hung in my vicinity for a bit longer. Eventually, he asked, "So, who are these clients you're here to see?"

I swallowed and told him.

He thought a while, just saying the name of the place over and over. Suddenly, he called out to the pair of men at the table beyond me, "Tommy, isn't that near here?"

The guy, apparently "Tommy," started out, "Uh, I think so. Isn't that over by..."

He was interrupted by the woman in the corner. "It's four blocks south and ten blocks east of here. It's an ugly yellow building with red trim."

I thanked her, then turned back to my meal. TJ said, "There you go. You're nearly there already. Trouble for you is, there aren't any hotels nearby. Only rooms are clear across town, and as you've already found out, it's kind of a pain-in-the-ass route, no pun intended."

I put down the French fry I had halfway to my mouth. "Fuck. What the hell am I gonna do? I sure as hell don't want to drive all the fuck back and risk getting even *more* lost at an even *later* hour, and even if I *do* get to a hotel, how am I going to find my way *back*?"

TJ thought a while, obviously torn over something. "Look," he said, "I'm gonna hate myself for saying this, because folks are gonna think I broke my vow not to sleep with customers, but at this point, I say, 'Fuck 'em.' I live around the corner. I got a king size and a couch. No damn sense in you going all the fuck back to the far side of town."

Was I hearing what I thought I was hearing? I was being invited to spend the night at the home of this obviously hot, young bartender. I heard a gasp and a huff behind me, and I knew the two gay guys, Tommy and his buddy, were astounded. My guess was that they'd been trying to get into TJ's pants and figured that was what I was going to get to do.

The thought of not having to do any more driving sounded heavenly, but I didn't want to cause anybody any trouble. "Thanks for the offer, TJ, but I couldn't impose on you like that. I mean, you don't know me. I could have made up the story about work."

He waved off my protests. "Don't worry about it. Let 'em guess. It'll be fun to hear 'em whine, 'How come you let a stranger in, an *old* one at that, into your place? You turnin' into Phillipe?' I can handle it. Hell, you don't know anything about me, either. You could end up in my refrigerator, for all you know."

I laughed and picked up my last fry. "I don't think you'd tell me about it if that's what you intended to do. Thank you for the invitation. I accept. The company will be confused, but happy they won't have to pay for a room."

"Cool. I'm gonna close up shop here in a little bit. If you can wait a while, you can come with me."

I finished my meal and told him, "I have nowhere I need to be at the moment."

TJ gave last call, so I held up my glass for a refill, which he took care of promptly. While I sat there, I could feel Tommy and his friend's gaze boring into my back. Eventually they left, leaving just the woman in the corner, TJ and me in the place.

After a while, TJ came from the back, wearing a T-shirt which read, "Bisexuality means you always have a date on Saturday night."

He hit a switch, and all the lights went off but a set over the bar. "You ready?

I got up from my seat and started toward him. The gal in the corner also rose, came over to TJ and gave him a kiss. TJ started introductions, "This is my girlfriend, Bonnie. Bonnie, this is..."

"Ben," I filled in for him, thrusting my hand out, an automatic gesture when you've been in the business world long enough.

TJ took my hand and said, "I'm TJ, if you haven't gathered by now."

I smiled. "I picked that up, thanks." His handshake was firm, not what I expected. I then realized, any experimentation aside, that I had a lot of preconceived notions about what a guy who worked at a place like this would be.

Releasing his hand, TJ asked, "So, you ready, then?"

"Let's go."

TJ locked up and I headed to my car. "You can leave that there," he stopped me. "Plenty do. This doesn't look like the best part of town, but folks around here are mostly honest. I live close by. It's not a bad walk."

I followed TJ and Bonnie down the sidewalk. From my vantage, I examined their bodies. Bonnie had an ass that I'd certainly love to fuck, and the short skirt she wore would certainly make access easy. TJ, on the other hand, covered his ass in tight black denim. I found myself wondering about sex with him. Sure I'd put such things out of my mind when I joined the ranks of the straight working world, but I found my cock hardening at the thought of spending the night with these hot bodies.

Once inside TJ's home, I was given the grand tour. It wasn't a huge place, so it took all of two minutes. He wasn't lying, there was a king sized bed in the bedroom. I wondered how they'd managed to get it in there; it took up most of the room. 

Standing at the bedroom door, TJ pointed to the bed. "Well, there it is. Big enough for all of us."

My shock must have shown on my face, because Bonnie laughed, "Look, stud, you *do not* want to try to sleep on that couch. Trust me."

I suddenly needed to find out what she was talking about. Yes, I was tired, but I didn't know if I could sleep in the same bed as two other people. It definitely wasn't what I'd had in mind when I agreed to TJ's invitation, and he certainly hadn't enlightened me at the time.

In the living room, I sat down on the couch. Holy shit, Bonnie wasn't lying! There was no way I'd be able to get comfortable enough to sleep on that damn thing.

When I came back to the bedroom, they were both grinning at me knowingly. Realizing my stuff was all still in the trunk of the car, I asked with a sigh, "Since I'm imposing, you wouldn't happen to have a spare toothbrush lying around?"

TJ disappeared for a moment, then returned with a brand new toothbrush, which he offered to me. Thanking him, I made my way to the bathroom.

I hadn't realized during the brief tour that the bathroom didn't have a door. Hell, there wasn't even a sheet or anything to pull across for privacy. This whole deal was getting weirder and weirder, but I needed to get myself to bed.

While I brushed my teeth at the sink, I was shocked when Bonnie strolled in, totally naked, sat herself down, and just started peeing. There was no embarrassment on her part. It was as if this was simply natural, to relieve herself in front of a total stranger.

One thing this situation did deliver, and it was a chance to further examine Bonnie's body. Her breasts were about medium size. I found myself thinking how well they'd fit in my hands. She also was a true blond, both top and bottom. I knew that was a rare thing. All the women I'd known before were brunettes down below, regardless of the color of the hair on their heads.

"Nice view?" I was stunned by the fact that I'd been caught looking. My mouth was all full of toothpaste yet, so I didn't respond.

"Wanna touch? It's okay. I don't mind. I like guys, too, obviously. TJ won't care." With that, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. 

As strange as this whole situation was, and as dumbfounded it had me, I certainly wasn't going to pull my hand away. Her tit felt as good as I'd imagined, and I slowly kneaded it, then tweaked the nipple, causing her to moan. Next, she placed a wad of paper in my hand and led it down to finish for her. When I was done, I dropped the paper and started to rub her pussy.

Of course, I must have looked quite the sight, bending over with the toothbrush protruding from my mouth, a froth of toothpaste on my lips, while playing with this sexy woman's smoking hot body. 

With no warning, Bonnie got up, gave me a peck on the cheek, then grabbed my cock through my pants, saying in a saucy tone, "See ya in bed."

I stood, amazed, while Bonnie left the bathroom, her gorgeous ass swaying invitingly.

When I finally came out of my stupor, I discovered that I needed to start over with the tooth brushing bit.

Doing so, I went to it, and was surprised once again by TJ sauntering in, as naked as Bonnie had been. He stood beside me at the toilet and just started to pee. I had to think how lucky I was, at least in the eyes of many of the patrons of Teezer's. There were undoubtedly dozens of guys, and likely girls, who would have given a major body part to be where I was right at that second.

Once again, I was startled by, "Like what you see?"

My mouth was again full of toothpaste, but I did manage a weak grunt to the affirmative. His cock was perfect, just like the rest of him. It wasn't huge, but I bet that it would swell to truly mouth-watering proportions, given the proper encouragement.

Similar to what Bonnie had done, TJ took my hand and placed it on his cock. When I looked into his eyes, he said, "Yeah, I know about my policy, but if they're gonna think I did something, I might as well actually do something."

Suddenly, I wasn't so tired anymore. I knew I had the meeting in the morning - fuck, it had been morning for a while already. I hadn't felt a man's cock aside from my own in a long time, and I'd been drunk when I'd done it before. This time, I'd only had a couple beers, so I couldn't really use that as my excuse. Maybe back in college I'd actually done it because I liked it.

I did know that I wanted to sample what these two apparently were offering. If I had to, I'd call in both to the home office, as well as the client and make a pissant excuse like a stomach bug, and postpone a day.

I'd never held another man's cock while he pissed before. It was definitely a different feeling. Standing where I was, and the fact that TJ was shorter than I am, I had to be careful to hold the angle so that he hit the bowl, and not everywhere else.

Finally he finished, and I shook the drops off the tip and let go. Looking into those deep brown eyes, I realized once again that I needed to get my damn teeth brushed once and for all.

While I went back to the business of brushing my teeth - for hopefully the last time - I felt hands at my belt. Looking down, I saw that TJ was on his knees and had started undressing me. I was warming to the idea of sex with TJ and Bonnie, so I just stood there and let him do whatever he was doing, while I finally took care of my tooth brushing.

He took my pants and boxers down at the same time, and smiled when he saw how hard I was getting. Well, fuck, what did he expect, getting me started with Bonnie, then bringing him into the picture? I almost expected him to take me in his mouth when my cock sprang free, but he refrained, turning instead to getting my shirt off.

Before I knew it, I was finished, both with tooth brushing and with clothes. TJ then got off the floor and nodded in the direction of the bedroom.

I said, "Let's go," then headed toward the door, reaching out and stroking my fingers across his ass as I went past him.

At the bedroom door, I looked in at a truly delicious sight. There was Bonnie, laid in the center of the bed: her legs spread wide, one hand kneading a breast, the other vigorously rubbing her pussy. Well, I certainly wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like this. 

I crawled onto the bed and nuzzled my face down into the soft blond hair between her legs. Her scent was beautiful, her taste even better. Bonnie pulled her hand away as soon as she felt me at her cunt. Happily, I flickered my tongue all over this luscious pussy, eliciting a host of wonderful squeals and moans. 

While I ate Bonnie, I suddenly felt hands on my ass. TJ apparently wanted to get into the action, and I sure wasn't going to deter him. His fingers felt great on my skin, and one hand slid from my ass down between my legs, caressing my balls and hard cock. Now, I was moaning as much as Bonnie, but it certainly wasn't going to make me stop what I was doing.

I felt the bed move, and next, I felt warm breath against my privates. Hoping I knew what was to come, I shook my hips a little, to encourage TJ into whatever he had in mind. Next, his tongue was running all up and down my hard-on, and I was going nuts.

Bonnie was getting close to an orgasm. My tongue was doing the trick for her. She started to squirm even more than before, and the juices literally flowed from her pussy. When I pushed two fingers into her sloppy hole, she arched off the bed and screamed. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face even deeper into her crotch while she came. I didn't stop licking, even though I could no longer breathe very well. I found myself hoping that her peak would subside quickly enough that she'd release me so I could get some air.




Lost



Fortunately, she did let go of me, and I raised my head and gulped in a huge breath. TJ hadn't let up on his tongue lashing of my genitals through all this, but now, I could concentrate on what he was doing.

He still hadn't taken me into his mouth, instead just licking around everything, getting the "lay of the land," I guessed. I didn't care what he was up to, he could keep on doing it as long as he liked, as far as I was concerned.

That wasn't to be, though. Bonnie whined, "I can't see what's happening. You guys move around so I can see what you're doing. I love watching guys fuck. C'mon, TJ. I haven't even seen his cock yet."

That said, I pushed myself up so that I was in an upright position, with TJ still under me. This way, Bonnie could see what was happening to me, and I could still enjoy TJ's talented tongue.

Bonnie squealed, "Ooo. He has a nice cock. Does it taste good, honey?"

TJ hummed an, "Mmm hmm," never stopping what he was doing.

I just sat there on TJ's face, letting him go at it. Suddenly I wanted to do something I don't often do, I looked Bonnie in the eye and started talking dirty to her. "God, Bonnie, how do you stand it? He's got such a fucking great tongue. You must cum and cum when he licks your slutty cunt. You like watching TJ working on another guy, huh? Well, let me tell you, I haven't fucked a guy since college. And both times, I was drunk as hell. This is the first time I've let a guy do anything to me while I was sober." 

The look of lust on Bonnie's face told me what I needed to know, and the moan I heard when I mentioned the bit about being my first time sober told me TJ loved the idea that he was essentially my first.

Bonnie grabbed both my hands and pulled them to her tits. "Pinch my nipples, baby. Pinch 'em hard. I wanna feel them ache all day tomorrow."

Like I was going to say no? While I thoroughly enjoyed TJ's continued tonguing of my cock and balls, I grabbed Bonnie's stiff nipples and pinched and pulled them, to her obvious delight. I grasped them tightly between my thumb and forefinger and pulled them as far from her body as I thought I could without hurting her. Sensing I was holding back, Bonnie leaned back away from me, causing me to have to grip her nipples even tighter so I didn't lose them altogether.

Jesus, that must have hurt. I was now hanging on as tightly as I could with only two fingers on her stiff, yet still pliable flesh. A grunt escaped her throat with the pain/pleasure she must have been experiencing, and she forced out, "Don't let go. This is perfect." Hell, I figured I was going to pull her nipples completely off her body, they were stretched out so far.

Eventually, Bonnie moved back toward me, and the pressure on her nipples eased. I was concerned I'd hurt her, and on the other hand, proud that I'd managed to maintain my hold on her while she got her wish.

TJ then pulled his mouth away from my genitals long enough to say, "I need this cock in me. You ready for that, Ben?"

Bonnie responded for me. "Oh yeah, darling, he's ready to fuck that slutty boy cunt, aren't you, stud? Besides, I need his tongue in my pussy."

I dismounted TJ's mouth and laid on the bed beside him. My cock stood straight up like an antenna, waiting for someone to encompass it. Bonnie went to the nightstand and came back with some lube, which she started smearing on my eager hard-on. When she'd finished with me, she reached behind TJ and smeared some on his asshole.

Next, TJ got up and straddled my hips, aiming his ass at my pole. Bonnie aided the situation by holding my cock steady and guiding it to her gorgeous boyfriend's fuckhole.

TJ had quite obviously done this before, because he smoothly sank down on my hardness, clear to the base, with no effort whatsoever. Oh god, did his ass feel great gripping my cock! I'd previously only gotten to fuck one of my girlfriends in the ass, so this was an amazing treat. Of course, this was a guy, but the sensation was the same. Nothing grabs onto your cock like a tight asshole. TJ's cock stood stiffly at attention while I filled him, and I found myself looking forward to sampling that beautiful manhood.

Slowly, TJ started to fuck himself on my cock. For the moment, I was content to let him do the work and just lay back and enjoy the amazing feelings he was causing.

Bonnie, meanwhile, had wiped the excess lube from her hand and prepared to mount my face. When she stood above me before lowering herself down, I thought how wonderful a sight it was, just gazing up the length of her sexy legs, to the wet slit between, then up her body to her beautiful tits.

I watched interestedly as she lowered her pussy to my face, and the odor of her arousal got stronger. When she got to her knees, the lips parted, revealing the pulsating pinkness inside.

TJ, meanwhile, was fucking up and down on my cock, and if he didn't slow down a little, I was going to cum, and I wasn't sure if I'd be much good to anybody for a while after that. Apparently he could tell I was getting close, because he did slow down some, and fortunately, I felt my pending orgasm subside enough that I could stay on the edge for a while without cumming.

Bonnie's pussy settled over my lips, and I started in immediately lapping up all that musky, sexy girl juice. She began moaning the second my tongue touched her. That was perfectly fine by me, because I love hearing a woman's arousal.

TJ evidently liked the view, because I could hear him moaning as he pumped up and down on my cock. Wow, I didn't remember much about the first time I fucked a guy's ass, but I was sure loving what was happening now. It had been far too long since I'd had anal sex. Now that I was being reminded how great it was, I made myself a promise to have it more often -- if I could find a willing partner. I had no notion of giving up pussy, but this ass stuff was terrific. I only wondered if I was going to enjoy being fucked as much as I enjoyed doing the fucking. I honestly couldn't remember what it felt like.

This situation was like a fantasy I'd had for a long time: a pussy on my face and my cock in a hot hole at the same time. Of course, I'd originally figured the hole my cock was in would be a pussy too, but I wasn't going to complain about how it had worked out. This was close enough for me.

Bonnie soon began to shudder, and released a flood of pussy juice onto my face. I figured that would be that for a bit, but she stayed exactly where she was and moaned, "More. I need to come again." I felt a pang of jealousy at that, but I wasn't going to disappoint her.

While her boyfriend continued fucking his asshole on my throbbing cock, I proceeded to eat Bonnie to her second orgasm. I let go of Bonnie's round ass and reached for her breasts once again. It was a little awkward, but I managed to clamp onto her nipples again and started to twist and pinch and pull once more, bringing an even bigger moan from her.

With my manipulation of her tits, Bonnie rushed to orgasm quicker than before, and gave me another dose of her womanly fluids while she writhed and moaned on my face.

After two enormous cums, Bonnie fell off me, leaving me there with TJ's ass clenching and unclenching around my cock while he rode.

I asked, "How ya doin' there, cowboy?" and was met with a moan for a response. TJ's cock still stood proudly at attention, and I couldn't help but reach out and wrap my fingers around it.

TJ moaned even louder when I started to slowly stroke his hard cock while he fucked me. I was pretty sure if I timed this right, that I could manage to get him off at the same time I came in his ass.

I continued masturbating TJ's perfect cock and felt myself slowly working toward an orgasm. Both our breaths were starting to become more labored the closer we got to cumming.

Bonnie saw what was happening and intervened. "Ben, you go ahead and shoot in TJ's beautiful ass. It's one thing I can't do for him. Let go of his cock now. I want him to shoot in your ass when you're done cumming in him."

I reluctantly loosened my grip on TJ's hard-on. My hand didn't move far from where it was, though. I simply cupped his balls in my hand and started to manipulate them. If TJ was anything like me, the sensation of having his balls played with would feel fantastic, but wouldn't be stimulation enough to get him off. I wouldn't be at it very long anyway, as my orgasm was swiftly approaching.

Finally, it swept over me. I could hold back no longer. I grabbed TJ's hips and pumped madly into his asshole. Soon, I was yelling in orgasm, my cock pulsing as it unloaded into this beautiful man's ass.

My wad finally shot, I could feel my enthusiasm waning. Sleep threatened to knock me on my ass, but fortunately, Bonnie was still raring to go.

"Stay right where you are, Ben. TJ loves watching the reaction of the people he's fucking."

I was beginning to wonder if TJ really said much outside of work. He certainly hadn't been very talkative since we started to fuck. I didn't really care, because I love hearing a woman talk dirty, so having Bonnie go on like she had been was just fine by me.

TJ grabbed the lube and started to slick himself up, then me. Bonnie, meanwhile, disappeared for a bit. When TJ moved between my legs, I took the cue, grabbed my knees and spread my legs as wide as I could, just like any good slut would.

Bonnie then reappeared, and I found out where she'd gone. While TJ placed the head of his cock at my asshole, Bonnie started washing my cock and balls clean. With the distraction of Bonnie's hands on me, TJ started to slowly press forward. 

Having not had a cock in my ass for quite some time, the last time I'd had anything going the *other* way through that hole was at my last physical at the doctor's office. A hiss of pain made TJ stop dead. He waited for me to give him some indication to continue. Finally, I assimilated the girth of his beautiful cock and gave him a brief nod. He then continued the slow onward drive into my hole.

When Bonnie finished washing away any remnants of my fuck of TJ's ass, she leaned over and sucked my wilted cock into her mouth.

Oh my god, was this great! I could barely remember a damn thing about those episodes back in college, aside from the fact that they happened. TJ finally bottomed out in my ass, and he held himself there for quite a while. The look on his face said that I was very tight, and he was having to get used to the feeling as much as I was.

Bonnie really knew how to suck cock. Usually, after I've cum, I have to wait a few hours before I can get hard again, but she had me stiff again in a matter of a few minutes. I even got the impression that I might be able to cum again.

After a little bit, I was ready for TJ to start moving. I told him, "Go ahead. It feels great, but take it easy, okay?"

TJ responded, "You have no idea how great it feels. You're tighter than anybody I've had in a long time. You gotta love a virgin."

Bonnie took her mouth off my cock long enough to say, "You glad you got lost tonight, honey?"

TJ nearly pulled clear out of me, going painfully slowly. It had to be killing him, but it felt downright fabulous to me. My return to Bonnie's question was: "You fucking well better believe it. This is going to be the best business trip ever."

Once again, Bonnie took my cock in her mouth and started working her magic on me. While TJ took his time, I decided I needed some more of Bonnie's pussy.

Since I couldn't really move without dislodging TJ's cock, I reached out and started feeling for Bonnie's cunt. I found it easily enough, and immediately plunged two fingers inside, bringing out a moan from around my hard-on.

Eventually, I was ready to truly be fucked. I announced this to TJ: "I think I'm ready now. Fuck me, man, fuck me good!"

A huge grin spread across TJ's face, and suddenly, he started fucking me like a speeding train was coming his way and he wanted to finish before it got there. Holy shit, this boy could fuck! And my ass was taking it! I was astounded, but damn, did it feel good!

Bonnie continued sucking me and fondling my balls, and I felt my cum begin to rise. Between the talent of her mouth and the pounding my ass was getting, I was, surprisingly, building toward another orgasm in short order.

I started moaning, TJ started moaning, and my fingering of her pussy had Bonnie moaning, so it was quite the erotic chorus. I was getting really close, so I shouted, "I'm gonna cum pretty soon! God damn, but this is fantastic!"

At that, Bonnie pulled away from my cock and sat up, leaving my fingers in her cunt. TJ continued pounding away. It appeared he couldn't care less if I came or not. He was beyond caring about anything but his own release.

Finally, he began to yell and I felt his cock pulse in my asshole. He was pumping me pretty damn full, if the number of twitches I felt were any indication.

Before TJ pulled out, though, Bonnie straddled my hips, facing him, grabbed him in a close embrace with one arm while the other hand reached down and guided my hard cock into her pussy.

Bonnie then proceeded to ride my cock to her own, and my, orgasm, with TJ's cock shriveling slowly inside me. Suddenly, she stiffened and came, then started to caress my balls while she continued to slide up and down on my cock, urging me to cum inside her.

"C'mon baby. Fill my cunt. I want to feel you empty those balls inside my pussy. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me with TJ's cock still in you. C'mon now..."

Her talk spurred me on to orgasm, and I moaned loudly as I spurted into her hot pussy.

When I'd finally cum, Bonnie pulled off my cock and shimmied herself backward till her cunt was once more over my face. She said, "Clean me up, stud," and a wad of my goo and hers dripped out of her wet, sloppy hole.

Well, I was either going to eat it or wear it, so I decided I'd taste it. I opened wide, just as that first gob hit my lips. I was surprised how much was leaking from her. Of course, a good portion of it was possibly hers, but there was still a lot of mine in there, too.

I'd had a hell of a lot of firsts already, and creampie eating was something I had *never* done before. I wasn't especially fond of the taste of cum, but in a situation like this, there was still enough lust running that it didn't really matter. It was the sheer wantonness of it that made me keep going.

Eventually, Bonnie's pussy quit leaking our mixed juices, so I pulled her down a little more and licked her clean, bringing her to another orgasm in the process. TJ pulled out of me, totally soft, and flopped down on the bed beside me. 

Finally, Bonnie took up a spot on the bed on my other side, sandwiching me between them. I couldn't remember another trip I'd taken that had been so fantastic.

But now, we were all totally pooped. TJ got up on his knees quickly and switched off the light, and within minutes, we were all asleep.



Lost



Such brutal destruction. 

Everything in splinters. Bamboo and glass. The samples they'd meticulously collected over the course of the last four months were lost, vials shattered, contents contaminated or spilled and mingled hopelessly in the sand. Frantic, scrambling, shards of shattered glass slicing their fingertips, the two men sifted through fragments of roof and wall, salvaging what they could.

"Derrek, look," Victor tried to sound hopeful. "The microscope. I think it's alright."

"And here, Dad. The centrifuge. It doesn't look damaged. Or the generator, either."

What difference did it make? Their time was nearly up. In a couple weeks they'd have to return. Get Cat back to her life. Back to school. Bad enough they'd stolen her summer. It would be irresponsible, unforgivable to ask her to miss half a school year. And that's what it would take to recover what had been lost.

Neither of them was ready to accept the truth, though. So they kept at it, carrying off debris so they wouldn't miss any smaller treasures, like the slides they found intact, and here and there, a bottle of solution that hadn't shattered.

At least they'd managed to save the notebooks when they'd fled to the shelter of the cave as the cyclone hit. All the data was there, even if the material evidence was lost. Maybe the notebooks would be enough to convince UNEP to insist on sending a proper team out.

They were still rummaging when Cat came running.

"Dammit, Cat!" Derrek growled with uncharacteristic heat. "Where's the case you were supposed to be bringing? Don't you get it? This isn't the time for you to get distracted, frolicking around. If we can't restore the samples, we'll lose everything!"

With her usual sang-froid, unsettling in a fifteen-year old, Cat arched an admonishing eyebrow.

"What is it, Kitten?" Victor asked, going pale as he gazed at his daughter.

Panting, shaking she said, "The boat. It's gone."

"Gone?" Derrek gasped.

"I thought maybe in the storm it just broke free of its moorings. I climbed the bluff. Thought I'd see it adrift."

Her shaking, her silence was weighing them both down, sinking them into the sand.

"Kitten, what?" Victor finally asked.

"I saw it. Maybe a hundred yards off the bluffs. Daddy, it sank."

***

THREE YEARS LATER

His thick cock was a meaty handful, even before it was hard. Derrek liked the warm weight of it in his palm, liked the soft, dusky pink of the head and the smooth texture and the even tan color of the shaft while it rested, limp, across his fingers.

Without even stroking he could make himself hard, rock hard, just thinking things. Watching his cock swell and stiffen, thicken and rise helped, too. Excited him. Now the helmet flushed a deeper pink, like guava meat, and veins stood out along the length of his thickening, hardening shaft.

At first he just ran the pads of his fingers along the underside, barely touching the ridge running the length of his shaft, balls to head. Then his eyes tracked his thumb as it circled the swollen crown, gently teasing the slit at the tip.

Damn, his balls were aching. Enough with the foreplay. Derrek dipped his fingers into the palm oil and smeared the slick liquid over his turgid cock. A hot surge throbbed under his fingers as he gripped himself, squeezed, and pulled his tight fist down, over the plump bulb, down the rigid shaft, until the side of his hand bumped against his thatch of pubes.

Slow, then fast, then slow again he worked his hand up and down the length of his hard cock, images in his head shifting to the urgent rhythm of his fist. Fuck. Yeah. He backed off when he got close. Waited. Breathed. Then pumped into the tight little hole he made with his fist, tugged his balls with his other hand, getting himself so hot, so hard he was panting for it, needing to let go, holding back, even grunting, turned on by the familiar scent of the palm oil he always used when he jacked off, the wet sticky sound of his cock pistoning in his fist, the smell of his body, sex and sweat mingling.

From where she stood at the entrance to the cave, Cat could only see one lean leg, bent to prop him against the shelf of rock he perched on, his broad back, bare and sheened with sweat, and one muscular arm flexing rhythmically. But she knew what her brother was doing. Standing there, still and silent, a hot pulse throbbed in her sex.

She wanted to see.

Quiet as she could she crept forward, her bare feet molding themselves over the rough, uneven surface of the limestone. As she got closer she breathed in the heavy, slightly sharp scent of Derrek's body mingled with palm oil, and she could hear his breath huffing and a sticky chaffing noise and every few seconds a low growl. The achy throb in her cunt thrummed more insistently. She wanted to touch, needed to rub it. But she didn't.

She took another step. Her eyes fixed on Derrek's wrist blurring up and down, she didn't notice the drop in the floor of the cave, misstepped and gasped out loud as she caught her balance.

"Cat! Fuck!" Her brother hopped off the rock, keeping his back to her as he adjusted his shorts.

Now that her prey knew she was there, she hurried forward, hoping to catch a glimpse before it was all tucked away, but Derrek pivoted, keeping his back to her.

"What's wrong with you, Cat? How about a little privacy, huh?" he growled.

She stayed silent. Being called a whiny brat twice as a child had made her strangely quiet by the time she was seven. And she enjoyed it, how her silence unsettled her big bro. Still keeping his back to her, he glared over his shoulder.

"Come on, Cat. Get out of here," he cajoled, now, "I'll be home in ten."

"But I want to see," she said, keeping her voice low.

"See? See what?" Exasperation crinkled his brow, beaded with sweat.

"It."

She stepped a little closer.

"What do you mean, 'it'?"

"You know. Is it still hard?" 

Of course it was. Why else would he be hunching away from her, cupping his hands over his crotch like that?

"Oh my god, Cat, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me. I just..." She let a pause hang there for a few seconds before she picked back up. "It's just that I've never seen one before. Not a real one. Not when it was hard."

Still keeping his hands over the goods, he finally turned and faced her, surprise and amusement tugging up the corner of his smile.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously," she answered. "I'm curious. And...I want to. When else am I gonna get a chance?"

The mirthful glint faded from his aqua eyes. He pulled in a deep breath and let it go with a heavy sigh.

"Maybe never. Right?" she said softly, stepping closer. She touched his wrists with her index fingers. "Please, Derrek? I just want to see."

With just her fingertips she coaxed his hands apart, baring the crotch of his shorts, revealing the long, thick bulge underneath, snaking up toward his hip bone, stretching the faded red fabric tight. A ripple of warm want flooded through her.

"It looks big," she breathed.

A blush spread over his tanned cheeks. Looking back down, it seemed like her stare was making it swell, making it reach higher and higher, trying to poke right through his shorts.

"Please, Derrek. Let me see. Without these."

She brushed a finger against his shorts, just over his hip, but close enough to his hard dick to make him flinch. What was he doing, blushing and cringing like some repressed virgin on her wedding night? He was a scientist, not a goddamned missionary, for fuck's sake. Nothing weird, her being curious. Perfectly natural.

"Fine," Derrek sighed. "Not like it's a big deal. It's just a body. Right?"

"Right."

Derrek pulled in a deep breath, let it go, and slid the waistband of his shorts down. His swollen cock bobbed free, full and heavy. Cat's eyes went wide and she cupped a hand over her mouth.

"Hey!" Derrek complained. "I'm being nice, here. Chill with the teasing."

She dropped her hand, but her eyes stayed wide.

"Teasing? God, Derrek, it's huge!"

"It's not that big."

She shrugged. "Well, compared to what I saw playing show and tell with Mark and Jason when I was a kid, it is."

"Uh, yeah, well, let's hope so."

Even with all the chit chat, under Cat's stare his cock was getting rock hard again, straining up toward his navel, throbbing for release. As if she were hypnotized her green eyes were locked on the flushed head, following its movements as his cock flexed and swelled. A nervous twinge rippled through Derrek's gut for how much her eager stare was turning him on.

"Touch him," she breathed, turning her gaze up to his. "Do what you were doing, before."

The nervous twinge fluttered through his belly again, and the heavy ache in his balls seemed to swell.

"Cat..."

"Please Derrek," she whispered. "I want to know what happens. It's not like I can go watch internet porn."

"I can't. It's embarrassing. It's a sexual thing, doing that with someone watching."

"You've done it before? Like, with Julie or Becca?"

"Well, no, but..."

"Come on. Don't be embarrassed. Seriously, I'm totally creaming right now."

Oh God. That made it even worse. Or better. Fuck, what the hell was going on here?

"If you want, I'll go at the same time," she said, running a fingertip over her taut, tan belly, along the low waist of her skirt, where just an inch of scar peeked over.

"No!" he blurted, blushing again, then reined himself in. "Don't. Just watch."

Not smiling, now, her big green eyes glazed with arousal, Cat nodded, then turned her gaze back down to his cock.

His hand was shaking, and when he dipped his fingers into the fragment of shell with the palm oil he almost knocked it off the rock. When his oil-slick fingertips brushed against the underside of his cock, he ground his teeth over a gasp. Fucking hell he was turned on.

The sound of their hitched breathing and the slurp of sticky friction as his fist slid up and down his erection mingled between them, along with the smell of the palm oil and his musky odor and their warm breath. Every now and then Cat made a little noise, not really a moan, but a tiny, voiced exhale that gave away her arousal, watching Derrek fist his stiff cock.

Rapt, she watched everything—her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing—how he'd cease the frenzied fisting for a while and lovingly caress the plump, rosy crown with his thumb, how he'd tease a spot at the top of the thick, veined shaft, just behind the ridge of the head, how three fingers of his other hand reached between his thighs to cradle his big, hairy balls, his index finger pressing, forging a valley between them. How, when his breathing got fast, his thighs started to twitch and his balls went tight and his fist blurred up and down, then slowed, then blurred again. Then he stopped. 

There was this quiet moment of anticipation. And then he brought his tight fist up that thick, hard length in one long, slow stroke, and a string of white shot from the slit, arcing up, splatting onto his chest and neck. Down and up his fist went again, and another spurt of white launched onto his tan tummy. Squeezing his dick between his thumb and two fingers he coaxed out three more gobs of thick white goo, dribbling onto his fingers and cock, slinking down into his black curls.

His thighs still shuddering, his shoulders and hands trembling, Derrek glanced furtively at Cat, then dodged her gaze, blushing again. She took a small step forward between his quivering thighs, reached out, and with the tip of one finger, scooped up a dollop of the warm, silky semen from his chest. Derrek flinched, startled at the touch, then gasped, seeing a thick drop of his spunk on her fingertip. She brought it to her nose and sniffed. Then her lips parted, the tip of her tongue peeked out, and she lapped up the white cream.

"Jesus, Cat," he breathed.

"I was just curious. What it tastes like," she said quietly.

"Well?"

"Well, I wouldn't add it to the menu at Ginoli's, but it's got a certain...appeal." She grinned and raised one eyebrow in a tease. "Want me to lick you clean?"

He laughed and playfully shoved her back, but a hot little jolt surged through him. Before things got any more out of hand he tugged his shorts up, then smeared his stuff under his palm and rubbed it into his skin. He'd go for a swim in a few minutes.

"Well, did you find your lesson on the physiology and functionality of the male sexual reproductive organ edifying, Miss Golding?"

"Terribly, Dr. Golding."

"Glad to hear it. Next week, we'll be dissecting specimens of the male abalone and examining gonads evolved to accomplish broadcast spawning."

"Hey, we didn't dissect you. Let's have a change of curriculum and just watch the mollusks masturbate."

"That would be an impressive discovery, even worthy of an honorary title, Dr. Golding. Tell your colleagues, please, how the mollusks accomplish sexual release without the aid of limbs?"

"A simple matter of leverage and friction. The muscle merely flexes to achieve advantageous contact with the shell, and rubs until satisfaction is achieved. Having used a similar technique myself, I can assure my skeptical colleague, Dr. Golding, that hands and fingers are not strictly necessary to have a fabulous climax."

Derrek blushed again at the image of his sister rubbing against—what? the arching trunk of a slender young palm? Straddling and humping it, letting the rough trunk drag the loose fabric of her sweats back and forth over her cunt?

"I could give you a demonstration," she said, sounding oddly shy, vulnerable, unlike her usual self.

"Cat." What they'd done already was bad enough. It was bad enough that his dick was getting full, heavy again, thinking of watching her do that. "We're lonely, here. All of us are. But it's no excuse to start acting crazy. You're my sister. I love you. It would be pretty fucked up if I..."

"Yeah. Okay."

She sounded sad. It made him sad, too. But he didn't know what to say. So he gave her a hug, then ran for the sea before she could say anything about the erection swelling under his shorts again.

***

"One live birth in the whole population." Looking over Cat's notes, Victor's voice was laced with anger and disappointment. "The steady decline is irrefutable. Year one, twenty six live births. Year two, seventeen. Year three, five. With a commensurate increase in juvenile mortality. You sure you've accounted for all the adults?"

"Sorry, Dad."

She knew that look. He was blaming himself. Carrying the weight of the slow demise of the whole sifaka population on his own shoulders. His fault they'd stayed an extra week, risked the monsoons, lost the boat, his fault the scientific community hadn't seen their data and brought unanimous consensus to bear on the governments of the world. His fault the world was dying, not slowly, but rapidly. Like the lemurs. In a single generation.

***

The bundle of damp moss sizzled and popped and a spray of orange sparks burst over the smoldering signal fire when Cat dropped it on the still-glowing embers from that morning. She nestled a few fresh-cut branches into each of the three slow-burning pyres, then re-positioned the rain guards. The green wood snapped and popped behind her as she stood at the edge of the bluff, gazing down at the wreck of their boat, that pale sleeping beauty there under the waves two hundred feet below her. It thrilled her, sent an electric flutter up her body sensing the vast drop just inches past her toes, feeling the wind play with her balance. If it weren't for her dad and Derrek, she'd have tried the jump.

Instead she walked the half mile home. Going downhill, without the burden of fuel for the fires was effortless. She almost preferred the ascent, feeling her calf and thigh muscles burn as she climbed, feeling her heart race and her lungs gulping air as she heaved thirty or forty pounds of wood up the slope.

Back at home, Cat slit open the belly of the tilapia and scooped the guts into a shell to take back to the pool, later. She'd take this stink and gore over the tedium of harvesting and threshing rice, any day. Derrek and her dad had far more patience for that task than she did. And less of a stomach for killing the things they ate. So she'd become the hunter, they the gatherers.

Filleting the meat, she added the bones to the pile of guts, then rinsed her hands and went out to put the fish on the fire. She liked these summer nights, when she could be outside and still watch her dad and Derrek at work in the evening sunshine, bent over the big table that served as both work station and site of the family meals. Even with no other colleagues to whom they could discuss their theories, share their discoveries, present their findings, their discussions were as intense, as passionate as they'd been that first summer, when they'd been racing against each fading day to complete their data set.

At least Derrek didn't work from dawn until dark, anymore. That single-minded relentlessness was now the preserve of Doctor Frankenstein, as Cat sometimes impishly referred to her father, though only in her head, and once or twice with her brother. Victor Frankenstein. Derrek had laughed, too.

It had started to bother her, back in the real world, her dad's monomaniacal focus. Not that she didn't get enough attention; he'd always doted. But it hurt her, a pain deep and physical, watching her dad go through each meal, each day, each week alone. Not one date since her mother had died. All the hours that had been filled with affection and laughter, he'd filled with work. Here, it didn't seem strange. What else was there for him to do?

"Nirina's baby's playing jockey, now," Cat reported on the littlest sifaka's development over dinner. Just the day before he'd been cradled protectively to his mother's belly, his little black and white face, his round yellow eyes peeping out from her reddish brown fur when Cat had sought them out in the morning, and again in the late evening.

"And he's what?" Victor asked.

"Twenty-three days old."

"Right on target, then. A promising sign."

"Here," Cat poured a stream of amber-colored water into their glasses. "I've concocted something vaguely resembling iced tea."

Derrek took a tentative sip of the stuff with his usual look of skepticism at anything untried.

"Heh, not bad, Kit-Cat."

A warmth bloomed in her chest. He hadn't called her that in weeks. Not since the cave.

***

A Small Earth in the Sea

In the Indian Ocean, hundreds of miles from the nearest populated land mass, there is a small island unique in all the world. Though a mere twenty-five square kilometers in size, the island, which was once part of the supercontinent comprised of what are now Antarctica, South America, Africa, Madagascar, Australia-New Guinea, New Zealand, Arabia and the Indian subcontinent, is home to nine percent of the world's plant species and seven percent of its animal species, representing a broad spectrum of life indigenous to lands as far-flung as the deserts of Kenya and the jungles of Columbia. A surprisingly varied topography supports this incredible biological diversity; the eastern, windward side of the island is comprised of lush tropical rainforests, while the western and southern sides of the island, which lie in the rain shadow of the central highlands, are home to tropical dry forests, thorn forests, dry deciduous forests, deserts and xeric shrublands. In these characteristics, this petite landmass is a small sister to her neighbor Madagascar, often dubbed "The Eighth Continent." However, the smaller, more remote island is truly unique by virtue of the fact that it is an untouched realm. The island has never been inhabited, fished, hunted or mined. 

It therefor provides an ideal site for investigation of the consequences of global climate change. Conflating variables such as deforestation, local pollution, and disruption of ecosystems by human activity are eliminated, and the impact of global warming upon the distinct and diverse ecosystems can be directly observed on this small earth in the sea, which we call Gondwana.




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Derrek grinned. "You re-writing my dissertation for me, Kit-Cat?"

"No. I will be editing it, though, before you take it to your committee. But we'll have to wait until we're back to civilization and a plentiful supply of red pens. Even scientists shouldn't be allowed to get away with that kind of abuse of language."

"So what's this?"

"My round-up for the layfolk. Figured I'll send the high-tech version off to Scientific American, and carpet bomb the online journals like Salon and Wired with 'Small Earth' lite."

She would, too. All through his MA and the first two years of his PhD, he hadn't managed to get one article published, until he'd co-authored with his father. It would be just like Cat to land in London in her castaway rags, and at the age of eighteen have an article in fucking Scientific American without having even finished high school. He was glad she didn't have any real love of science, and would go back to her writing whenever they finally managed to get home.

***

"Hey, do you ever think how screwed we'd be if we'd been stuck on an island with no source of fresh water?" Cat asked, rinsing her bucket clean of sand and dust, then dipping it into the pool.

"We get enough rain. We'd live. Indigenous peoples have come up with fabulously intricate systems for collecting rainwater with leaves. We would have had to do something like that."

"Yeah, enough to drink and cook with, maybe. But not enough for this!"

Derrek figured she was running to save someone from drowning she'd stop and stand under the waterfall, first. Never once had he known her to go to the lagoon without taking the time to feel the cascade wash the sea's salt, the day's accumulation of grit from her hair and skin and clothes. Sometimes he envied her spontaneity. Her lust for all things experiential. Her sensuality.

"Come on, stinky! Rinse off before dinner. It's uncivilized to sit down to a meal smelling like ten hour-old sweat."

"My apologies, madame, if some of us shower fewer than three times per day!" he called to her over the roar of the falls.

Hoisting his bucket up onto the ledge of rock, he waded through the waist-deep pool and joined Cat under the cascade. He'd planned to have a proper bath after dinner, but a quick rinse now felt good. A few minutes' respite from the day's sticky heat. He bent and let the torrent of water pound his shoulders and back. No shower head, no amount of water pressure back home had ever felt like this. 

Sometimes he felt guilty that the three of them got to enjoy the pleasures of the island, day after day—even if it wasn't their choice—and no one else did. But then he'd think that if there were other people there, the island would be ruined. From pristine paradise to an ugly, cheesy Club Med. And long before the first credit card had been swiped, checking in the first tourist, half the species of plant, half the birds and insects and bats would have died off.

The waning sun throwing half her face into shadow, Cat reached up and back, wringing water from her thick, dark hair. For the first time since the day in the cave, a hot blush flared up Derrek's throat and cheeks. Her thin tank had gone nearly transparent, and her nipples showed through with startling clarity, dark and peaked.

He'd gotten used to seeing her nearly naked almost daily. Why not? They'd bathed together as kids. Skinny dipped in friends' pools and during family vacations at lakes. And here, it had seemed silly, or, more truthfully, a hassle to change into swimsuits, to find privacy every time one wanted to change out of a wet shirt or shorts. A month ago, seeing Cat's high beams through a wet shirt had been no biggie.

"That the sunset? Or are you blushing? Again?" Cat teased, locking her moss-green eyes on him.

"Come on. Let's get back."

Cat laughed. He loved her laugh, full and deep, but not loud. Honest, real. Like her.

"You get them too, you know?"

"Them? What?"

"These."

She brushed the tip of her finger across his bunched nipple, and the spark shot from nerve to nerve, down his chest, through his belly, into his already swelling cock. He heard himself suck his breath through his teeth, and the blush in his cheeks flared hotter. He resented that. How she'd turned him into the blushing wallflower.

"Yours are sensitive, too," she said, soft, earnest. With the genuine curiosity, eagerness she'd always had. "And you're hard again."

He didn't even argue, this time. When she said, "Take your shorts off," he just did it. And when she asked him to, he curved his fingers around the girth of his cock, and stroked it for her. But when she tried to touch, he pushed her hand away. Watching was one thing, but he wasn't going to start taking hand jobs from his sister. When she pulled up her wet tank, though, and bared her breasts, he didn't stop her. The sweetest ache sank through him, sifting through his gut, and settled in his balls. The urge of need, sex, mingled with something else. A more tender want.

Her breasts seemed to want him, to seek him, her dark nipples puffed and jutting. He resisted the urge, the need to touch. To kiss.

She raised her skirt. No panties underneath. Her long, delicate fingers slipped between her thighs.

"Cat..."

"Hey. It's only fair."

Over the thunder of the falls he imagined he heard her fingers sliding between her wet folds. Her green eyes got that drowsy pleasure look, heavy-lidded and sensuous. Her lips parted. Her brow furrowed, fretful.

She lifted her hand. Two pink fingertips glistened with her wetness. Startled, he stepped back, away from her, but she stepped forward, closed the gap, put a hand at the back of his waist to keep him there. Brought her glistening fingertips to him. The smell of her, her musk drove a spike of need through him. Then she touched those fingertips, slick with her warm, fragrant juice, to his lips. Held her fingers there where he could feel her, smell her, almost taste her.

Breathing her in, taking her in, those heavy-lidded, expectant eyes, her soft, just-parted lips, the little throb in the vein by her throat, how her fig-colored nipples jutted from the faintly paler, crinkled flesh at the tips of her smooth breasts, the hem of her skirt still raised, still showing him her sleek thighs, her dark bush, he was losing it. God, fuck, yes, losing himself in her, pumping his rigid cock into his fist, and he touched the tip of his tongue to her fingers, tasted her piquant musk, licked her fingertips, drew them between his lips and sucked.

His mouth watered at the taste of her. His cheeks went hot as she groaned at the feel of his tongue rubbing between her fingers to lick up every last bit of her musk, but she just smiled and sank down. Kneeling on a flat stone in the water she coaxed him closer, closer with her hand at the small of his back. 

When he froze she looked up at him from under her lashes and said, "Please."

It was the kind of thing he'd never done. Only seen in porn flicks. She squeezed her breast taut and brushed the umber tip against the head of his cock. The sensation was subtle. Soft and light. But the sight of it, fuck. Gripping his shaft in his fist, he rubbed the tip of her breast with the crown of his cock, watched her nipple stiffen even more. Felt his body go tight around that fierce pleasure, felt the pleasure explode and overflow. Watched his cock lace her delicate breasts with his translucent, glistening icing.

Panting, hectic, she stood and pushed him back, onto the flat stone where she'd been kneeling. Climbed onto his lap. He held the crown of his cock tight in his fist, scared she was trying to impale herself on it, but she went up on her knees, presenting him with her come-laced tits.

"Have you tasted it before? Your semen?"

"Yes."

"Like this? Off the breasts of a lover?"

"No."

Her hand ducked under the lifted hem of her wet skirt, and a single finger parted her lips and slid between. Now her hand was still, but her hips moved, flexing forward and back, humping that lone finger.

"I liked how it looked, that day in the cave, your stuff on your chest in these delicate patterns. I wanted you to see it on mine."

Holding his gaze, she kept fucking her finger, the motion of her hips sliding her cunt back and forth along its length. Her other hand came up, and with a fingertip she smeared a pearl of his ejaculate over her stiff nipple, glazing it, glazing the dark, puckered flesh at its base.

"Please," she sighed, her hand curving at the back of his neck, now, pulling him to her. "Please."

He touched his tongue to the swollen peak of her breast, and licked. Tasting his own peppery musk, he licked again, rubbing the flat of his tongue across her firm, crinkled flesh and the jutting nub of nipple, then sucked it between his lips. Cat whimpered and pulled him harder against her. Looking down the length of her torso he saw her still flexing, writhing against her hand. Still nursing at her nipple, he cupped her other breast in his hand, aroused, moved to feel her silken skin, the eager response of her nipple under his thumb. Again she whimpered, clutching him to her breast, frantically humping her hand, then finally cried out, once, again, and again, each groan escalating with the abandon of someone who'd never muffled her ecstasy for fear the neighbors would hear.

She collapsed into his arms then, her heart pattering hard and fast against his chest, resting her head in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapped tight around him. When she let go he felt his stickiness between them like glue that hadn't had time to set. Her face just an inch or two from his she smiled. Her green eyes looked misty. Vulnerable.

"That was..." She laughed her soft, rich laugh. "Thanks."

They rinsed off a second time under the falls, then hoisted the water pails and headed for home. 

***

Cat loved the buoy and roll of the sea, the caress of the tide tugging and lapping at her as she floated on the surface, the undulating embrace of the depths when she dove. Sometimes she imagined herself an eel, slither-winding below the ceiling of swells and waves, or a porpoise arcing, breaking the surface, gasping a lungful of air and plunging under again, her feet two flippers propelling her. The big fish, even the small sharks she saw sometimes didn't scare her. The rip tides did, but only enough to quicken her adrenaline, make her heart pound. Excite her.

After, she liked to lie naked in the sand, liked the way it shifted under her and formed a perfect mold of her body, liked feeling the sun warm her skin, making it tight and a little itchy while the salt crystals formed. The only thing she didn't like was how crunchy and sticky the sea water made her hair. But it was a short walk to the lagoon.

Walking up the beach, Derrek spotted his sister, languorous and golden under the low sun. Naked. The realization almost made him turn back. He could lie to his father, pretend he hadn't been able to find her.

The soles of her feet were still pale, pink heels and balls, her insteps nearly white, her high arches making an oval to frame the dark sands, the bottoms of her toes like ten little pink clam shells. Her ass, though, had almost the same tawny luster as the rest of her body. Round, firm cheeks and that deep cleft. And below. 

Derrek stopped. 

Below, between her parted thighs, not even hidden under a modest veil of shadow, the glistening pink of her cunt taunting him from between the dark hair. His cock swelled and started to rise, fighting the constraint of his shorts, wanting inside that soft wet pink. But even before that, a pang, a twinge shot through his gut, through his chest. A deeper, more poignant longing.

Fuck it. She'd get home when she got home. She wouldn't care if her food was cold. Them all eating together was just Dad's way of clinging to normal.

Derrek turned up the beach, delved into the dappled light and shade of the jungle, wending through the dense growth of ferns catching at his feet, the tangle of vines and grasping branches, his mind got tangled up in thoughts of her. Cat. That relaxed parting of her warm thighs, that soft warm parting of her cunt's full lips, the wet pink folds between glistening her body's want.

Birds screamed and lemurs sang. Animal sounds of danger and hunger. Grunts and cries and howls caught and blurred into his panting, hunger and danger.

Naked. He pictured her, and couldn't conjure the image of her with clothes on. She'd always worn them. She'd gone to museums and symponies and knew which artists had started Die Brücke and could name all of Stravinsky's ballets. But now in his mind she was naked, always naked and sheened and open.

He stopped. He had to. Had to crouch and get his cock in his hand, had to fall to his knees and stroke, thinking of her. Always her, now. Her small smooth breasts with their dark tips. Her white teeth, her pink tongue and full lips, wet and parted. Parted to kiss. Parted to lick him, suck him. And her cunt. Her slick pink cunt. His fingers in there, his cock in there. His cock in her cunt, fucking, thrusting, her panting, howling, crying.

Panting, trembling, he watched his semen drool down the pale bark of the young palm. Guilt filled everything left empty by that spilled ejaculate, filled all the veins not surging anymore with hot want and blood, filled his gut with something cold and heavy.

Every time, now. Always her he thought of when he jerked off, her face, her body, her voice. Her, whole, and the others, bits and pieces of women he'd known, bodies he'd seen in pictures on monitors, in magazines, on billboards, nipples and asses and glossed lips and waxed cunts, his whole repertoire of masturbatory fodder, gone. Now when he closed his eyes and gripped his erection, Cat always came and he couldn't chase her off.

As he emerged from the jungle and caught sight of the work table at the center of the clearing, a vague unease, a regret mingled with his guilt. On his way back he'd meant to collect samples at the base of the bluffs. He'd completely forgotten.

***

The afternoon sun fought to get inside, rays cutting through the gaps between the shafts of bamboo, slashing across the floor and over Derrek's prone body on his sleeping mat. Cat grinned. Derrek had always slept like a corpse, not stirring for explosions of thunder, for giggling girls at slumber parties when they were kids, even when the monsoon winds tried to pull the house apart, he'd snore through it all. And at this moment he looked like a corpse, as well. Flat on his back, limbs akimbo in a futile effort to defy the heat, his sheet scrunched down to a thin band draped across his pelvis adding to the effect of a modest cadaver.

Still, he looked lovely. Cat sat down on the floor beside him. Bands of sunlight striping his face, his naked chest and abdomen, his muscular arms, his hairy thighs. With his breath his belly rose and fell, dipping to accentuate the curve of his ribs, making a little shadow appear in the gap between his body and the sheet.

She wanted to look at it again. The part of him under the sheet. She wanted to touch. To smell.

Sitting perfectly still, she listened. Silence promised her their dad was still off collecting samples. Gingerly she plucked up the edge of the sheet and folded it back. Everything was so, so lovely. The thin line of dark hair that ran from his belly button and merged with the thick thatch of black curls below. His pelvic bones, rising to pale, gentle peaks with the grace of the slope of a desert dune. His cock.

Science had an answer for it. Human beings, like all animals, are programmed to reproduce. Glands pour chemicals into the blood so when you smell that potent musk, when you see that delicate sculpture of warm flesh, you want to touch, to kiss, to take it into you. People are flesh-and-chemical magnets, powerless to resist coming together.

His cock made her happy and broke her heart, at once. So soft, so delicate, all pink, full and heavy, lying against his pelvis. As if it were asleep, like him, and even in the stultifying afternoon heat, was clinging to him for warmth. For safety. Could you love a part of another person?

When she crouched down on her hands and knees and breathed him in, his scent, his heat flooded her body with want, with need, an ache as cruel as desperate hunger. Fuck, she wanted to mount him, to spread her thighs and rub the sensitive nub of flesh against his cock, feel it harden, nestled between her slick lips, then take him inside. Feel that hardness open her, rise up, up inside her, fill her. But all that had to wait.

Scared he'd wake before she could discover everything, she forgot to touch, to trace the ridge of the crown with her fingertip, to lift the soft warm penis and feel its weight in her hand. She just bent her elbows, dipped down, inhaled his musk, then tasted. Licked his salt musk, drawing her tongue up the length of him, just half what it was when she'd seen him hard.

Derrek whimpered and her spine and gut contracted. He hadn't woken, though. His lips had parted, but his eyes were still closed.

Rushing to the feast before she was chased off, she put her lips to him, and drew him into her mouth. Sucked at the plump crown, like a bulb of tender fruit against her tongue. Already the warm soft flesh in her mouth was swelling, firmer and firmer each second. Driven, needful, she drew him deeper into her mouth as he swelled, wanting all of him, greedy, not wanting to leave anything to the indifferent air.

Twitching, flailing he woke, but she didn't release him. More hungrily, urgently she sucked, explored his length, the veined texture of him, the ridges and contours with the tip and the flat of her tongue, lapping and swallowing to savor his taste.

Her name never came. No reprimand. Just a broken, needful groan. Little whimpers. His fingers raked into her hair, clenched and pulled, demanding more. More, she wanted it too. Loved how hard, not like any flesh she'd ever felt. How it flexed and twitched in the tight grip of her lips, against the firm press of her tongue.

He grunted, flexed his hips, fought to get deeper inside her mouth. Gasped and groaned and thrust between her lips, pumping his hard length back and forth over her seeking tongue. His whimpering sounded like crying and his need made her tender and fierce, both, moved by his want, driven to sate her own.

A rustle. A scuff. Father approaching. But Derrek hadn't heard.

Like an animal with its jaws locked on its prey, she wouldn't let go. Nursing the succulent head, licking along his rigid shaft, she drew her lips over the length of him, forced another whimpering groan from him, and a warm, zesty spurt of his fluid. Burst after burst, the thick stuff filled her mouth and she started swallowing, forcing her throat to accept its unusual consistency. Greedy, she lapped up the coating of spit and semen slicking his quivering cock, wiped her mouth with her arm, and threw the sheet back over him, covering his stubborn erection.

The crunch of steps in the sand was just outside, now. Derrek's face went red, his aqua eyes flared in anger and panic. But by the time their dad had kneed the door open and come in with his tray of samples, Cat was in the adjacent room rubbing the fuzz from a naranjilla fruit.

"Your siesta over already?" he teased Derrek as he passed by on his way to the lab.

From the doorway Cat laughed silently, watching Derrek rush and struggle to get his shorts on while keeping the sheet over his reluctantly waning half-erection.

"Tomorrow, Derrek, there's something I'd like you to see at the pool at the north end."

"Sure."

Could her dad see that Derrek's cock was still swollen and sticking out from his groin under those shorts? All he'd think was that Derrek had had a nice dream. Cat had noticed he had those himself, now and then.




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What did the little hut smell like to him? To her the air was thick with their scents. All of them. The two men, their hot, sticky bodies giving off their distinct masculine odors, and that musk of sex, the scent she'd just discovered when she'd gotten close enough to Derrek's cock and balls to touch and taste. And her own scent, that was in the air, too. Her body. Her sex.

She finished her piece of fruit and joined the men.

"What do you think, sleeping beauty?" she teased Derrek, "Want to hike up the bluff and tend the signal fires with me?"

She slipped her arm around his waist and rested her head against his chest. Derrek shrugged off the familiar gesture and flinched away, then stood there, shaking, his arms crossed defensively. Good thing he'd decided to be a marine biologist and not a spy or a card sharp.

Giving her dad a casual 'what's up with him?' smile she said, "Fine. I'll go on my own. And I'll check on Nirina and the baby on my way back."

"You two have a fight?" Victor asked when Cat had gone.

Derrek's cheeks flushed. "No. She's just getting on my nerves today."

"She do something to upset you?"

"She's just... She needs to be more careful. She's so goddamned reckless. Goes off swimming by herself. She knows damn well there are sharks in these waters."

"You swim, too. We all do."

"It's just, I'm her big brother, right? I'm supposed to protect her. And she acts like nothing's dangerous. She thinks she can cliff dive and swim with sharks, and nothing's going to hurt her. And I can't look after her if she's going to be so fucking stupid."

"Look, Derrek. Cat's not like us. She doesn't spend a week analyzing every move before she makes it. And I don't think that's a bad thing. There are no guarantees, even if you're careful. I was careful, planning our expedition here. And look." 

Victor drew a deep breath and let it go silently. 

"Cat lost a lot, coming here. More than we did, in some ways. Apart from you and me, everything she's always loved sank, for her, when the boat capsized. Her books. Her laptop and all her writing. Her violin. Even her notebooks, she gave them to us. Gave up writing so we could record our findings.

"We still have our work. But no matter how much she's learned, how much she helps, it's not her work. Her life. What is there for her to do here but enjoy her youth, her strength, and enjoy the pleasures of nature?"

Without answering, Derrek put on his shoes and left. He caught up with Cat and they made their way toward the signal fire. Before they'd gone a third of the way, in the dense, darkening jungle Derrek stopped.

"Cat."

She stopped and turned.

"No more of that. Alright?"

"Why?"

"Come on, Cat. You know why."

"No. I don't."

"Fuck, Cat. You're my sister. What we're doing..."

"What? Scared of the word? Incest."

"Yes. Incest. We haven't really... I won't. I won't even flirt with it. Not after today."

"Why won't you?" she asked in her quiet, vulnerable way.

"Because, Cat. I don't want to hurt you."

"Derrek. You're not hurting me. You won't hurt me. We're not hurting anyone."

"Well, it hurts me. I feel like an asshole. Molesting my kid sister."

"Please. Who's molesting who, here?"

"It doesn't matter, Cat. You're ten years younger than I am."

"I'm not a child, Derrek. I'm old enough to decide this for myself."

"Yeah, well, so am I. And I say 'no'."

Cat smiled. "Next time, try saying 'no' before you come all over my tits. Before you fill my mouth with your—"

"Damn it, Cat!" Derrek cut her off. "I don't want to hurt Dad. And when we get off this goddamned island, and we go back to our normal lives, I don't want to have to stand before my colleagues, presenting the data we gathered here, our findings, with the fear in the back of my mind that all the work we've done here would be discredited in a second if proof, fuck, even a rumor leaked that something like this had happened while we were stuck here. I don't want to have to explain to the women I date that I fucked my sister while I was stranded on our tropical paradise. Alright?"

Cat stood there in the waning light, pale, shaking, tears pooling along her bottom lids, spilling through her lashes, streaming down her cheeks.

"Aw, god, Cat."

Derrek stepped close and reached to put his arms around her, but she backed out of his embrace.

"Cat. Come on," he pleaded.

"Look, Derrek. I've adjusted to a lot of disappointments in my life. Car wreck at twelve, can't have kids. Fine. I'll adopt if I decide I want a family. Chance to go to Paris for the summer my junior year with the writer's program, but get dragged off to some no-man's land in the middle of the Pacific instead to watch you and Dad collect vials of sediment and scrape fungus off of plants? Fine. Get stranded here. Miss prom and probably being valedictorian of my high school. Miss finishing high school altogether. Fine. Miss dating and starting college and doing all the things normal people with normal families do, fine.

"But I swear, Derrek. I am not going to rot away on this fucking island, and die a virgin like some dried up old nun. We've been here for almost three fucking years, Derrek. Do you get it? We may never get off this shitty island. For all we know, we are all going to get old and fucking die here."

The tears streaming down her face were dripping from her chin, spattering down on her white tank top.

"Alright," Derrek cooed, trying to soothe her. "Alright."

This time she let him put his arms around her, let him pull her to him.

Shuddering in his arms, her voice hiccuping over her sobs she said, "I deserve a full life. To experience everything. And so do you. You don't have to sneak off to your cave and jack off every time you want to feel pleasure. You deserve to be touched. Kissed and held. You deserve to be loved."

***

Strange, seeing her so still, sitting in one place, just watching. Because Cat was always, always moving. He stayed still, too, so the lemur wouldn't startle. So Cat wouldn't know he was there. Watching.

Her gaze fixed on those queer little wide-eyed creatures, their bodies like tiny, hairy people, Cat looked happier than Derrek remembered ever seeing her. At least since the accident. Definitely since the boat had sunk. Rapturous. That was the word for that kind of look.

It shamed him a little, that he and his father had devoted their lives to studying and preserving the things of this realm—the animals and the trees and flowers—but that they hardly saw it, felt it. They, both of them, were connected to Gondwana by a membrane of data, statistical averages, variables and relationships. Cat's love was direct. Pure.

As silently as he'd closed in he faded away and headed home. When he'd poured a cup of Cat's tea and gathered his notes, he spread out at the big table outside. He'd been letting his work slip lately. More and more. Somewhere, there was a part of him who thought it, too. They'd never be rescued. He'd never get to defend the dissertation based on his years of work on Gondwana. The proof was stranded there, with them. They'd all die, and the proof would fade away, along with Gondwana itself.

But he wanted to believe. And his dad needed him to believe. Derrek suspected that Doctor Victor Golding could more easily survive the death of his two children than abandon his work.

***

Derrek finished off his glass of tea and scrawled a few hasty notes as the evening light waned. Against the scratch of the pencil over paper he heard Cat approach, but kept his eyes fixed on the page. Just the sight of her these days wrecked his focus.

"Kitten? What is it?" he heard his father ask.

"Nirina's baby died."

Cat looked small. Wounded. But Victor was staring at the sand at his feet. Cat saw a mother with a dead infant. Victor, Derrek knew, saw a gradual erosion of an ecosystem. A dark omen for the world.

"Did you bring the specimen back?"

Cat set the tiny bundle she'd been holding against her chest, something wrapped up in the t-shirt she'd been wearing when she set out that morning, on the table.

"Good. Make a note of the age and weight of the infant," Victor said, still staring at the ground. "And detail your observations with regard to the mother's post-partum diet and foraging habits."

Cat nodded and walked off.

"Dad!" Derrek scolded.

Victor looked up, startled from his dark musings. And his whole expression altered. Derrek rose to go after her but Victor said, "No. Let me."

Through the thin screen of bamboo that separated inside from outside their little hut, Derrek heard his father saying, "Oh, Kitten, I'm sorry." Derrek went to the door. Watched them together. Cat's face veiled behind her dark hair hanging from her bowed head, their father's broad hand caressing her back.

"Poor Nirina," he heard Cat say, her voice rough and wet, "I think he was already dead when I found them this morning. But she carried him around all day. And she was crying. Her song was so pitiful. And she'd look down at him, and touch his little face. And then she'd just hold him. All day, Daddy. And then she just dropped him. Dropped him from the branch she was sitting on and let him fall. And he just landed in this little heap on the ground. With this soft little thud."

Victor pulled Cat against him, wrapped his arms around her. Rocked her slowly, side to side. And Cat broke down, sobbing, clinging to him. Wracked sobs. Went limp and sank, but Victor caught her, sank with her, cradled her on his lap, stroking her glossy dark hair, holding her warm, lithe body against him, kissing her wet face, kissing her hair, rocking her back and forth, back and forth.

A seed, a pit, hard and heavy and dark took root in Derrek's gut and sprouted there, roots twisting and knotting, filling him up, sharp and searing.

***

God, fuck, what was he doing? But she was so... Beauty wasn't the word for it. What attracted. Her vibrancy. The lithe power of her.

She stripped off her top and her skirt. Had she stopped wearing panties altogether? After three years of sea water and salt air, maybe they'd all fallen apart.

Feral. That was how he thought of her, lately. A tame creature turned wild. Only rarely did he catch himself thinking it was he who'd changed, not her.

In the deep freshwater lagoon she frolicked, rather than swam. Floating, diving, turning forward and backward somersaults, evocative of the play of porpoises and orcas. Except each revolution of her body through the frothing surface showed him her gleaming, tawny body, her narrow, muscular back, the peaks of her shoulder blades, the channel of her spine, the muscular spheres and deep cleft of her ass, her sleek thighs. Or the swells of her breasts heralding the rise of naval, then hip bones, then the black fur of her cunt.

His cock was full, full of hot want. Want for the swells of her breasts and the cleft of her ass and the warm wet hidden between those long lean thighs. That want was easy.

The harder want was in him, clenching his chest, making his belly light and hollow, blurring his thoughts. The want for her, his sister, bold and eager, hurt and stoic, earnest, vulnerable.

When she emerged and perched on a rock where the sinking sun would dry and keep her warm, her thighs parted and her hand slid down. Watching her from the lush screen of the jungle's flora and their shadows, Derrek ran his hand over his shorts, over the hard bulge swelling against his touch.

It felt sinister, hiding in the shadows, watching her so vulnerable there in the open, in the light. But he was so hard with want, so drawn to her, he didn't have the strength to leave.

So he went to her. Crept up on her like predator to prey. Watched the beads of water on her arms, on her breasts, on her taut belly shrink and dwindle in number. Watched the fine wisps framing her face dry and come loose from the dark ropes of wet hair hanging and dripping onto the pale limestone. Watched her fingers slip between her thighs, glide between her plump vulva, emerge glistening and slide between again. Watched her moss green eyes open and fix him. As if she'd known he was there, all along.

God, that smile. Her lashes fanned down and she watched her hand move between her legs, then turned her gaze back up to him. How could she do that? Recline naked on a rock, fingering her cunt like some girl in a porn flick, and look up at him with such hopeful, vulnerable eyes?

She took her hand away, but left her legs open, offering her cunt, flushed and wet and open, to his gaze. To his touch. To his mouth. To his body.

Reaching forward, she slid her hand between his thighs, under his balls, and gave them a gentle squeeze. Then she curved her fingers at the base of his rigid shaft and caressed up the length of him. When she reached the head she feathered her touch over the fabric, pulled tight against his straining erection.

He stepped back. Broke their contact.

"I just," he whispered. "I saw you. I was watching you. I didn't want to spy."

"You can spy. Sometimes I imagine that. You watching me while I'm getting off. But I'm glad you're here. Now you can do more than watch."

His gut dropped. His eyes stung and his throat swelled.

"No. I can't."

"Derrek, it's alright."

"Please. Just lie there. Do what you were doing before. We can just watch each other, like before."

"Derrek. You want to have me."

Want. Yes. Spread her thighs, lean and smooth. Spread her open. Open her cunt. Part the furry lips, bare the wet pink of her slit. Smell her cunt's smell. Taste. Burrow into her with his tongue. Eat. Fuck. Fuck, yes, spread her legs and push his hard cock inside.

"Cat, don't."

"You want to hold me against you. You want to kiss me. You want to be inside me."

"I won't, Cat. I can't."

"You will, Derrek. You can't help it. Just like you couldn't help letting me suck you. Couldn't help pulling me down on you, couldn't help filling my mouth with your—"

"Stop it, Cat."

He felt tears spill from his burning eyes and tickle down his cheeks.

"It's not your fault you can't help it. I made it so you can't."

"You frolicking naked isn't an excuse."

Watching him cry, she looked scared.

"Derrek." He watched her pull herself in, make herself brave. "I drugged you."

"What are you talking about?"

"The tea."

"The tea?"

"It's a...like an herbal ecstasy, sort of."

"You drugged me?" He was too shocked to be angry or scared or to feel the guilt that had dogged him for weeks, since that first time in the cave.

"You want this, Derrek. I mean, even before the drug. But you're trying so hard to be good. Now you don't have to. You can't. The surge of testosterone, the lowered inhibitions, you can't control it. Whatever happens, it's not your fault."

There was still fear in her eyes, that soft vulnerability, but her smile was warm and welcoming. She leaned forward and, still holding his gaze, she ran her hand over his erection.

"Derrek. Please."

She bowed her head and through his shorts, mouthed his hard cock. A fierce, hot rage surged through him. He shoved her back and slapped her.

Time stopped.

Then her face flushed red and tears rose, rose up over those moss green irises. But she didn't cry.

Cat got to her feet and, arms crossed over her naked body, walked to her clothes. Her hands shook as she fumbled with her top, getting it turned the right way out, and pulled it on. As she stepped into her skirt and pulled it up, her whole body seemed to be trembling. She laced up her shoes and ran into the jungle.

Something hot and bitter spilled through him. He didn't like it, not being able to see her. Not having her close. He ran after her.

Into the shadows among the stalks and vines, the ferns and flowers. He chased her. Caught her.

"Where are you going?" he growled.

"Home."

She shrugged him off and kept walking.

"Home. Home to Daddy? He's been drinking your tea, too. Hasn't he?"

Derrek grabbed her arm and yanked her to a halt.

"Knock it off!" she barked, and shoved him back.

He staggered back. A root caught his foot. He slammed to the ground. A thorn or branch cut his cheek.

Rage pounding his veins, Derrek scrambled to his feet and lunged. Pulled her down. Felled his prey.

His. His.

Hot and trembling under him, he could smell her, hear her fast breathing as he pulled her skirt up, bared that deep cleft, and underneath, her flushed, sticky sex. He reached under the elastic of his shorts, grabbed his hard cock, and found her hot wet opening.

He tried to drive his cock into her, but her body resisted. With his knees he drove her legs wider apart, he drove her shoulders down, forced her hips up high. Presenting like a cat, like a bitch in heat.

He thrust again, driving his hardness into her wet heat, against that stubborn, resistant barrier, and she made a little noise. Another thrust, and her flesh yielded and gave way. He tore into her, drove his cock deep into that slick, flushed cunt. Fuck god yes. Yes. He fucked her, fucked her hard and desperate. His dark hot need knotted, blew apart. Clinging and thrusting, he emptied himself into her.

After, he clung to her while he caught his breath, until his trembling stopped. Then he let go of her. Got off of her. She stayed still, prostrate.

Now that he wasn't inside her, he felt a lack. A gap. He needed something.

He flipped her onto her back. Fear kaleidescoped her irises, yellow-tinted greens under water, like intricate tile work at the bottom of a shallow pool. She crossed her arms over her middle and pulled her knees in close, like a fetus. But he still wanted, still needed.

He pushed her knees open, splayed her thighs. Exposed her. Tense, quivering, she shuddered when he touched her cunt, running his thumb along her slit, feeling the slick fluids mingled among her folds. His body and hers, seeping together. That hot, bitter need burned through him again. He needed more from her. More. The semen seeping from her swollen, inflamed cunt like sap from a rose, it was something he'd lost. Lost to her.

He put his mouth to her sex and she whimpered and convulsed under him. Godfuck, her blood and her sex and his semen, and those delicate pink crenelations, soft little petals, fragrant flesh, warm and alive to his tongue. He licked. Her petals parted under his tongue, gave up her little pearl of pink flesh, left her open to this other penetration, shallower, gentler. In tiny teasing tastes he devoured her, until her tense resistance melted, until her legs stopped squeezing in on his shoulders and her knees dropped open, yielding everything to him. Until her squirmy flexing, her meek efforts to evade, to escape ceased, and she was rising to his mouth, writhing for his tongue. Until she let out a soft cry, then sobbed and shuddered and flexed and her cunt spasmed against him.

Tasting her, feeling her swollen, tender flesh respond to his mouth, he was hard again. And now, looking at her, her pleasure twined up with fear, he felt that other want, that other need that was about them.

He slipped over her, brought his hips between her thighs. Touched her face. She'd bitten her lip—in pleasure or pain—and drawn blood.

"Is this what you want?" he asked.

Cat nodded, and he sank into her. She startled and whimpered, and he held himself there, still, deep inside her. Her full lips were soft, so soft and yielding, parting for his lips, taking his tongue. Her hot wet mouth drew him in, her tongue teased over his.

When he moved, when he pumped his hips and slipped from her heat, then plunged into her again, she whimpered into his mouth and he pulled her tight to his chest. So close, together and warm, their bodies twined up, legs and arms and fingers and hair, inside her, all wrapped up in her. Like melting, like her wetness and his semen mingled inside of her, merging until they were one. The same one.




Lost



She was watching him, her faceted eyes locked on his, and every movement of his body echoed there. And she was flexing, rising to him, seeking every pulse of his hips.

God he loved this. Loved her. 

She keened and clawed at his back and it moved him, made his heart seem to swell and his chest seem to tighten, her little whimper of need, her desperate little seeking movements. The way her cunt gripped and milked his cock as she came, groaning, almost growling. And when he came, she held him, held him in her gaze, and after, cradled him against her, stroking his damp hair.

But when he raised himself to look at her, she seemed scared, vulnerable again.

"Are you sorry?" he asked.

"No."

"You look sad."

She asked, "Are you sorry?"

None of the cold, heavy regret he'd felt since the cave. Just the warm, needful feeling was left. Not the physical need. The other.

"No."

When she smiled he kissed her forehead, hot and damp. Still buried inside her, he kissed her lips, tasted her mouth again. Then gave her one tiny kiss at the edge of her lip, where she'd bitten.

"You split your lip."

"It hurt more than I thought. The virginity part."

He put his mouth by her ear, breathed in the scent of her hair and whispered, "I love you, Cat."

Tears shimmered over her eyes. "I love you too, Derrek."

"I love this. Feeling you against me. Holding me inside of you."

"Me too."

In the humid twilight, their skin slicked with sweat, they stroked and nuzzled without talking. Then they rinsed off in the lagoon and walked home.

It was a quiet dinner. Usually their dad had something to say about what he'd found or reasoned through during the course of the day, or chased various trains of thought in search for an answer to some piece of the larger puzzle. But that night he was silent and sullen. And Cat was too wrapped up in the thousand thoughts and wave after wave of unnameable feelings, so she felt she'd gotten tangled in twining nets of kelp and couldn't surface.

Every time she glanced at Derrek, she caught him gazing at her—not a direct look, but from the corner of his eye, or from under his dark lashes as he pretended to spear his food on his fork—and each time he blinked away from her gaze. Not one smile. Tomorrow he'd push her away again. Maybe even slap her again. No matter what she'd made up about the tea. Cat could hardly force a bite down.

When their dad went and got the pitcher of tea and offered to pour, Derrek jumped up, tore the pitcher from his hands and dumped the contents in the sand.

"Would you mind explaining what that was about, Derrek?" their dad said in his distinctly parental voice. A different voice than the one he used with them when they were working together.

"Cat's not a goddamned chemist, you know. She shouldn't be concocting herbal remedies on a whim. A lot of the plants here are poisonous."

Hot tears stung Cat's eyes, but she kept them back. Now he'd tell her the effect had worn off. That he was back in control. He'd tell her 'no'.

Now that he'd emerged from his haze of scatter plots and regression analyses, their dad was scrutinizing them both with a wary eye. When his focus locked on Cat's lap she followed his gaze down and saw the symmetric purple-red bruises mottling the flesh of her inner thighs, she tugged the hem of her skirt lower.

"Aren't you hungry, Kitten?" he asked her, his voice cracked, hollow.

"Guess not."

"How about we go for a walk, honey?"

She resisted the urge to glance at Derrek, and gave her dad a smile. "Love to."

Cat didn't look back, but she could feel Derrek's stare prickling the back of her neck as they tramped off. They walked on and on, her dad dragging the pace to a slow stroll, contrary to his habit of going at a brisk stride. His need to speak settled on Cat, weighing her down, but he was silent.

"Daddy? Something's bothering you," she finally said.

She could face an honest question, an accusation. Anything but this anguished silence. During the twenty or thirty minutes they'd been walking she'd rehearsed their dialog a dozen times. He'd ask her what was going on between her and Derrek, and she'd say nothing special until he broke down and asked the real question. Then she'd tell him the truth. It would be perverse to lie, then go on doing it. And they would, unless Derrek stopped her.

Her father stayed silent until they cleared the jungle and emerged on the beach, facing the ocean ablaze with the fucias and oranges of the setting sun. When they came within sight of a low shelf of limestone at the base of a small cliff, her dad sat, and she perched beside him.

When he turned from the sunset and looked at her, her chest cramped up. He looked so hurt. So scared.

"Honey. I have to ask you something." His voice was cracked and hollow. "It hurts me, asking it. But I couldn't live with myself if I ignored the things I've been noticing, and you..."

"Daddy. It's alright. Whatever you need to ask, I'll tell you."

He combed her hair back with his fingers, and looked hard into her eyes.

"Honey." He stopped. Caught his breath. "Cat. Derrek hasn't..." He pulled in a deep breath and pushed it out. "Did Derrek rape you?"

Rape? Where had that come from? Images flickered by; her bruised thighs. The split in her lip. The cut on Derrek's cheek. And Derrek's surly behavior at dinner. And before that.

"Daddy, no. God no. Daddy, Derrek's never hurt me. He'd never..."

"I'm sorry. God, I'm ashamed I asked. Just, he's been so odd lately. Toward you. And tonight you come home with those bruises. I just had to be sure you were alright."

"It's okay, Dad. I know you're just trying to take care of us. Derrek, too."

She put her arms around him and hugged him tight. His hands holding her close, stroking her hair felt good. Made her feel safe and loved.

"I won't tell him what you asked, Dad. Don't worry."

"I don't think he's like that," her dad said, his voice wavery. "I don't. I just had to be sure, for your sake."

"I know, Dad."

***

The moment Cat woke, a nauseating panic swallowed her. The fires. She'd completely forgotten them the night before. What had happened with Derrek had filled up her head and pushed everything else out. Their dad was already gone, up and out taking temperature readings like he did first thing every morning before the sun was really up. Trying to keep quiet and not wake Derrek she dressed and left for the bluff.

Two of the fires were out. She ignited a bit of kindling in the third, and got everything going again. The thought of the regret, the heartbreak if they'd heard a plane, seen a boat while the fire was out made her chest go tight.

In the early, slanting light she scrambled down from the bluff, descended into the jungle's cacophony of twittering birds and singing lemurs. Something big rustled the foliage ahead and she stopped, heart pounding even though there were no large predators on the island. Nothing bigger than the fossa, and they were nocturnal, anyway. 

The leaves and shoots hissed and shuddered just in front of her, and Derrek emerged, striped in bands of light and shadow. Flushed and panting as if he'd run the whole way, he stood there, not speaking, just staring with his big aqua eyes.

"Derrek? What's wrong?"

"Where's Dad?"

"I don't know. Somewhere, taking his readings."

What are you doing?"

She confessed her sin. "I forgot the fires last night."

Instead of chastising her, blaming her in advance for ruining their chance of getting back to the mainland, destroying their lives, single-handedly undermining their one hope of saving the world, Derrek's wild eyes calmed, and his mouth spread in an amused smile. Then the smile faded.

Now he'd say it. Never again. She'd never feel him inside her again. Never have his kiss, never feel the hot weight of him on her, never watch his face transformed by the ecstasy of their union. He'd tell her he wouldn't drink the tea, that he was free of her spell. That he hated himself. That he hated her.

"Cat?" his voice was soft. His aqua eyes darkened. "You look so sad."

She just looked at him and waited. Waited for him to tell her to leave him alone. Instead he brushed her hair back with his fingertips, gave her face a gentle caress, leaned in and touched a soft kiss to her temple. Warmth rushed from the little spot his lips had touched and flooded down her whole body.

"That's better," he said, smiling, when he looked at her again.

"I was scared you'd be...you threw out the tea, and—"

He brushed his lips against hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. Then locked her in his gaze and smiled.

"It was never the tea, Cat. It was always you. Us."

Soft, gentle, he kissed her lips, too tender, too careful to satisfy the violent hunger his mouth, his touch woke in her. She sought his tongue, nursed at his lips, devoured his kiss. They stripped each other bare, tasted every inch of flesh, licked the salt from each others' skin. His piquant scent was oxygen to her now, brought her to life. She breathed him in, tasted his hot mouth, brought his thick, hard cock against her sex and inch by inch, took him in. Swallowed the whole rigid length of him.

It was a pain-laced pleasure, the sense of him opening, stretching, filling her. His hardness buried deep in her softness. She writhed over him, whimpered and shuddered as he teased and tugged her nipples, sending a current of pleasure through her core, into her sex.

So good, this link, this hot sticky pulsing connection with him, Derrek. A lifetime of love, her first love, part of her nest, this man inside her, watching her milk her pleasure from his cock. After, they clung together, a sweat-slick knot of limbs wound around the center where his cock was still buried inside her. 

"You're so beautiful," she breathed, nurturing the little ache in her chest, loving those eyes the color of their lagoon, his light irises ringed with an inky dark indigo, and fringed with thick, black lashes. His pretty, full lips. Even the whorl of his ear was endearing. Moving. So delicate, the sun turning it translucent.

"I always kind of wished I looked more like Dad. Not such a pretty boy, you know?"

"Dad's a hottie. For a science nerd, I mean."

"Hey!"

"What do you think? I'd describe him as a cross between George Clooney and Gregory Peck."

"Hello. Not making it better!" Derrek teased, but there was a little genuine hurt lacing his voice.

"Come on, Derrek. You know how..." her green eyes rolled up toward the sky and she let out a long, sensuous sigh, "unbearably lovely you are. Every one of my girlfriends—the straight ones, at least—had you at the top of their list of fantasy lovers. The only reason you didn't get more, back home, is because you're so effing aloof. You never had time for anything by your mollusks and groupers. Well, that, and you were well on your way to being an incorrigible serial monogamist."

He laughed, his slightly crooked eye teeth adding to the allure of his smile. "As opposed to what? A poon hound?"

"Poon? Did Doctor Golding just say 'poon'?"

"You know what I mean. What do you think? I should have been nailing everything that walked?"

"Everything in moderation."

"You weren't doing so well on the moderation, Miss Ironpants."

"Give me a break! I was fifteen when we Gilliganed. What were you? Twenty when you popped your cherry?"

"Nineteen," he confessed sheepishly.

"I was more interested in sex a la D.H. Lawrence and the anatomical illustrations in Gray's Anatomy than real live boys, back then. But I count myself lucky to have such a fine specimen of manhood nearby, now that I'm ready for the real thing."

"You're so good, Cat." His eyes went pink and shimmery. "This, with you, its so good. I didn't even realize, but I'd forgotten what it felt like."

"Sex?"

He laughed, and a tear leaked from the corner of his eye and wandered down his cheek.

"No. What it's like to be happy."

***

Sex—at least in the abstract—and her body, being naked, had never embarrassed her. But Derrek had a way of making her feel bare and vulnerable.

Lying on their sides facing each other, the way he looked at her, his gaze fixed on her nipple, watching how it crinkled and swelled when he blew on it after he'd glossed it with his tongue, she'd never felt so exposed. And it made her cunt seep and throb.

"Open your legs," he breathed.

She hinged her top leg, raised her knee to the sky. Holding her gaze, now, Derrek brushed his fingers over her curls, then teased one fingertip between her lips, along her slick slit. Letting him look into her eyes as he touched, she moaned when his finger parted her folds and, slick with her arousal, rubbed over her clit. Fingering her pussy, massaging her whole mons, then rubbing one or two fingers along the length of her seeping slit, fretting her clit on every stroke he dipped down and brushed his warm wet tongue over her stiff nipple and she whimpered, flexing for his hand. Two fingers entered her, pumped into her, and her whole body seemed to seize and clamp down on that touch, unlike anything she'd felt. With three pulsing sucks he let her nipple go, bared it, wet and hard, to the air, so he could watch her face. 

Working his fingers inside her, fucking her, he watched her as she flexed to grind her clit against the heel of his hand. Desperate, seeking, scared to lose that big pleasure building in her, an almost painful pressure, she whined and humped his flexing hand, his fingers plunging into her, and almost scared, the feeling was so much, taking her over, taking away control, she begged, "Derrek! Derrek!," and he pumped his fingers faster and the pleasure ruptured and rippled through her, all around his fingers and out, through her belly and thighs, and slowly, slowly died down in quiet echoes that went on and on. He watched her through it all.

"I want you to teach me everything," she said, after. "Everything lovers do."

He laughed. "I'm afraid you're giving me way too much credit. I was only with two women, before you. And our repertoires were pretty vanilla."

"Well, I think we're well out of vanilla territory, here."

"Yeah."

It was good to see him smile at that. Not blush and look away.

"Well," she said, "I still want to try everything. Experience everything."

He was still smiling at her, and his aqua eyes got teary, not sad teary, but the way they looked when he was sentimental about something. "I love that about you. How you're that way with everything. Curious. Wanting to try different things."

***

A pair of nested S's, he moved inside her, his Cat, the power of her lithe body coming through in every motion, her abs flexing under his hand, her back muscles going taut then lax, taut then lax all along his torso, her legs twining against his, flexing for leverage as she sought to pull him deeper into her slick heat. But they were going slow. Languorous. He'd gone into her just minutes after they'd drained each other. Their aching need sated, this was for want, for comfort, her head cradled in the bend of his arm, his mouth roaming over the little curves of her ear, the angle of her jaw, her soft, smooth cheek, the arch of her eyebrow, the impossibly delicate eyelid, her lashes tickling his lips.

"I love you, Cat." He loved telling her as they kissed, as they fucked. The sound of her name and "love" in his mouth, voicing his heart.

Her "I love you," echoed back to him, soft in her throat, over and over, a chant from a trance.

With a fingertip he circled her nipples, first one, then the other, then traced a line down her body until he found her delicate little knot of flesh nestled between her swollen lips, and rubbed it gently until he felt her body clench around him, spasming. He watched her full lips part, watched her eyes squint tight, two little vertical furrows darken between her eyebrows as she came, and a euphoria swept through him. Perfect, warm joy.

Then something pulled his gaze away and up and his eyes met his father's. 

Father. Standing on the rise above them. He'd seen. Seen everything.

Their dad turned his back and walked away, up the rise, toward their hut.

"What?" Her voice.

Her voice. She surrounded him. He pulled out. Too late. Too late. He'd fucked her. He'd fucked Cat. He'd licked his seed from her flower. He'd fucked her and He'd seen.

Her voice. "Dad. Oh god."

Meat on a spit is what he thought when she rotated to face him staying in exactly the same place. Brushing against him as she turned.

"Derrek. It's okay. It was never going to stay a secret forever. It couldn't."

Dad had seen him fucking his sister.

"It'll be okay. Not today, but soon. It'll be okay, Derrek."

Her fingers were in his hair and her green eyes and her brown nipples were so close. Too close.

"Please stop touching me."

"Alright."

Her hands were off him. He couldn't feel her hot thighs or her warm breath, now. And if he closed his eyes, her smooth gleaming skin was gone, too.

"What do you think he's thinking?"

"I'm a monster."

"No. Derrek, he's not thinking that."

A long silence.

"I wonder if he's glad."

"Glad?" Derrek groaned. 

"Really. He wants to believe we'll get out of here someday, just like we all do. But however hard he keeps trying to work and live, like next week or next month we'll be in Mozambique, and on to London, Dad's a pragmatist, not a moralist. We're rational beings. And we're animals with drives. Dad will understand. We need each other."

"I was supposed to take care of you." Derrek's words half-dissolved in his throat.

"You do. Derrek, you do."

He wanted her touch to burn, like a condemning brand, but it felt so good. Soothing. He felt like a child, small and scared as she put her arms around him, shielding him from judging eyes. Her fingers in his hair, her caress up and down the length of his back, the soft heat of her body made him feel loved. Safe.

"Derrek. We can't hide from Dad forever."

The sun had gone down.

"I can't, Cat."

"Imagine what he's going through, Derrek. If he sees us, sees that we're okay, that we're happy, it's going to make him feel better."

"Cat, I can't. I can't look at him. Face him."

"Alright. I'm going home." 

She stood up and put on her clothes, then knelt and put her arms around him, pulled him to her, kissed his wet cheek, and held him as she whispered, her voice hissing at his ear.

Never. He'd die. He'd kill. Kill all of them.

Tight, she held him to her warmth, absorbed his trembling. Whispered.

God, she was so full of love. Her love, tearing at him. Ripping him open, spilling him in the sand.

She tried to get inside him with her green eyes, tried to dam his tears with her kisses. But when she walked away, he lied still in the sand while the rain came and the sun sank, calming himself with the image of a thousand crabs scuttling up the beach to devour him.

***

Cat half expected to find her dad immersed in his notes and scatter plots, hiding from more visceral truths, but when she got to camp he was sitting stiffly upright at the big work table, gazing into the jungle beyond the clearing. His eyes locked on her the moment she emerged from the dense foliage. 

"Hi Daddy."

"Hi Kitten."

No anger in his voice. Just sadness.

"Daddy, we..."

"You looked happy. Both of you."

"Yes."

"Then I'm glad." His voice broke apart. "Is that awful of me?"

"No, Daddy."

He sat as rigid and straight as before, but the whites of his eyes had gone red and tears spilled down his face.

"Daddy, I'm happy. And Derrek will be happy, too, when he sees you don't hate him, when he lets go of his guilt."

"You're not ashamed."

"No."

"That's right. That's good. You shouldn't be. You've always been good, Cat, at reasoning to your own conclusions. But Derrek, he's like most of us. He needs approval. Society's approval. His father's approval."




Lost



Cat tried to comfort her dad with a smile. They both knew, she had more natural aptitude than Derrek for science. That Derrek's choice of career had been inspired by admiration for his father, and motivated, a least in part, by a need to prove himself to him. To win a larger share of his father's love.

"God, what have I done? What have I done to you both? Every hope, every dream either of you ever had went to the bottom of the sea with that boat. Because of me."

"Shhh. Daddy." She sat down beside him on the bench and put her hand on his shuddering back. 

"What kind of man drags his children off to an unpopulated island? In secret, in violation of international treaties, so they don't even know where to look for us? And doesn't even leave before the monsoons? Because a fragment of data is a few days out of reach? I've ruined your life, Cat. I'm so sorry."

"Don't, Dad. Don't be sad. I'm not. My life isn't what I pictured, what I planned. But it's not ruined. It's whole and beautiful."

He smiled at her, but his dark eyes were so full of pain, it hurt her to look at him.

"Whole and beautiful. That's good, Kitten. Rome will burn. There's no water, so let the fire eat the library and the temple. At least there's music."

"Daddy?"

Fat warm drops of rain pelted them. All around them the jungle hissed under the coming torrent. Victor stood and drifted to the center of the clearing, his dark eyes blind to her, to where his steps took him. If he was crying, the rain camouflaged his tears.

"What have I done? What have I done?" he mumbled, sinking to his knees in the mud. When she sank down before him, she could barely discern his, "All those children, crying for milk. And poor Nirina's dry."

"Daddy, please." Seeing her dad crumple and weep terrified. "Please don't give up. We didn't mean that. Please."

She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around him. Since she was a tiny child, he'd held and rocked her this way when she was hurt. She stroked his wet hair, kissed his wet face. His arms wound around her, so tight he seemed to be clinging for life.

"It's okay, Daddy."

The wet earth mouthed their legs, trying to swallow them. Their wet skin, their hot bodies, rain warm like blood dissolving the ground beneath them so they would sink.

"Just hold onto me, Daddy. Don't let go. Don't let go."

Below them the earth was soft, between them he was hard, hard sorrow, hard loss, hard need and the sky bled on them, they were slick with it, kneeling in it, the earth's blood, shed by the sky. In her hand he was hot and hard, slick and swollen with blood.

When he shuddered and sobbed she said, "Please Daddy. Don't let go. Hold on to me."

She took him in, held him safe in her warmth, her body's tight embrace, and he held her closer, clung more desperately. She wanted. His pain, his love. Wrapped around him, their bodies locked, heads nestled in the crooks of necks, arms wound around, her hungry body swallowing him, her tiny flexes milked him of his pain, drank up his love.

Still sinking in the mud, her slick heat still nursing at his hardness, she touched his lips with hers, drank his little sob, and kissed, deep and warm. Once, they yielded and looked at each other through a few inches of air and rain. His dark eyes saw her, now, not Rome and fires. He saw her, and took her kiss.

***

Derrek stood by the hut, letting the hot rain lash his bare skin, begging himself for the strength to open the door. To endure the burden of his crimes. To face his father's dark eyes.

Inside there was relentless black, but they were both there. He knew. He could smell them. The air in the hut was thick with the scent of their warm bodies. Close, musky, a den of copulating animals.

Hot rage burned up his shame. Seething, panting, he found them, clumped in a warm bundle of flesh. Ready to fight, he took hold of her smooth calf and dragged her away from the other male. No kick, no scream. No lunge and pounce. Her breath sped up, but she was soft. Naked and damp and redolent of the other, she let Derrek spread her open, let him fill her sticky cunt with his hard cock. Hungry for blood he bit her lips and she bit back and writhed under him as he fucked, thrusting madly between her splayed, sticky thighs. He bit and sucked her breasts, licked and nipped her throat, fucking, frenzied, his cock so sore and hard, tearing into her with his need, growling, screaming, fucking her. Needing to spill, godfuck, dying to pour his heat into her.

He clutched her sweaty thigh, dug his fingers into her slippery flesh, pumped his hips, drove his hard, aching length into her slick sheath over and over, inhaled her breath, tasted her mouth. It made him hotter and harder, more needful when she keened and clutched, bucked under his violent thrusts. God. Fuck. He sank into her and spilled it all.

He was still shaking with exhaustion and fear when she whispered his name and drew him with her, back to the nest. She settled in between them and put her arm around him, pulling him close against her. The next moment he felt a second, heavier arm, a larger hand settle on his middle.

They slept. They woke. Even Victor forgot the morning's work, and the three of them went to the sea, gathering fruit along the way. They lounged in the morning sun, ate and swam and played.

Derrek watched his father with new eyes. All his life, he'd looked up to him, the wise, gentle patriarch, the esteemed professor, the renowned botanist; he'd emulated him, done everything to win praise, to get that certain look of adoring approval from those inky blue eyes. But he'd never seen him as a man. Not until that day in the cave.

Now, watching him tease and wrestle with Cat in the surf, Derrek saw why he'd felt so threatened, so angry these last few weeks. Older, smarter, taller, broader, even more virile and manly-looking, Victor was the alpha.

But he'd let Derrek have Cat, right in front of him. He'd lain there in the dark, listening to their grunts, the sound of their hot bodies slapping together as they coupled. Would he expect Derrek to do the same? Passively watch his father fuck his sister? The seething jealousy he'd felt as he'd smelled the proof of their mating in the hut roiled in his belly.

All morning he waited for Victor to leave them alone, to go on his daily circuit around the island, collecting samples, recording temperatures. Never since they'd come ashore had he neglected a morning's work. But hour after hour he was still there, napping in the morning sun, cooling himself in the cerulean sea. 

He emerged from the water, his wet shorts clinging to his thighs, hugging his long, thick cock. The sight of it tortured Derrek with images of it swollen and stiffly pointing upward, of Cat opening her mouth and drawing it between her lips, of their dad's hard cock aimed like a spear at his sister's cunt, the swollen head nuzzling and parting her lips and nudging its way inside.

As if she'd read his mind, as if she wanted to kill him with jealousy and hurt, the moment their dad sat on his mat and laid back, still dripping from his swim,Cat crawled over to him on her hands and knees, slinking up between his hairy thighs. Propping himself on his elbows, their dad looked into her mischievous green eyes, and grinned.

"May I?" she asked, then added, "Daddy?" 

Fuck, the twisted little bitch was into it. The incest thing. She'd probably been screaming, "Fuck me, brother!" in her head every time they'd gone at it.

She brushed her delicate fingertips along the length of that long fat cock, in crude relief in its sheath of wet fabric. When she touched him, their father's belly fluttered, and even though she took her hand away, his prick started to swell and rise. Neither of them gave Derrek so much as a glance. It felt like someone was strangling him.

Cat tore the velcro fly apart and slid Victor's shorts down, and his stiffening cock flopped onto his hip. Not as long as Derrek's. But thicker.

Derrek wanted to scream as Cat licked her lips, lowered her face to her dad's crotch and engulfed the engorged head. Their dad whimpered. Maybe Victor hadn't had his cock sucked since their mom had died. Six years. Somehow, that took a little of the sting out of it, what Cat was doing. Still, his gut wrenched as Derrek watched inch after inch of his dad's erection sink between Cat's full, glossy lips, and his own cock rebelled against his sour indignation, pulsing blood engorging and lifting it.

"Am I doing alright, Daddy?" Cat asked with a teasing grin, letting the spit-gleaming cock stand up on its own for a moment.

Victor smiled, his expression a mixture of arousal and wry amusement. But his husky voice was rough with tender feeling. "Yes, Kitten."

Derrek's heart hammered his ribs. She was his. His, not Victor's. He tore his gaze from her full mouth sliding up and down that fat wet cock, swallowing, expelling, swallowing, and scanned the beach for something heavy. A rock. A chunk of wood. Nothing.

When he looked again, Victor turned and his ink-blue eyes met Derrek's and his wry smile went earnest and kind. Her face hovering over their dad's swollen cock, Cat turned to Derrek, dipped her back and raised her ass. Presenting. Cold rage splashed through Derrek's hollow gut. No more. 

No more thoughts. Derrek just felt. His aching need throbbing through his stiff cock, and want. Want to possess. A driving need to take what she offered.

Hands and knees digging into the shifting sand he crawled forward, low for the strike. His. Her ankle, rigid angles in his hand. Her calf muscles, her thigh muscles flexed when he pulled. Her foot slipped from his grip. He grabbed both ankles, dragged her back. She grunted and kicked back. Her foot struck his chest and she crawled back to Victor, back to her meal of raw cock. And Derrek crawled after her.

Knelt behind her. So close, now, he couldn't see her sucking, but he could hear the wet friction of her mouth on their dad's cock. Cat's panties had ridden up, half-buried between her ass cheeks. Her arousal had seeped through the crotch, and a wet spot mapped the topography of her cunt. Derrek peeled her panties away from her sex and a clear thread of her slick juice stretched as he pulled her them down.

Heart hammering, his whole body shaking, Derrek pulled out his hard cock and, gripping the base in his fist like the hilt of a sword, brought the swollen head to her slick, inflamed cunt. Her wet heat clenched around him and she whimpered around the cock in her mouth as he sank into her.

His eyes met the blue-black eyes of his father, and Derrek's chest tightened at the same time a startling heat suffused his body. Victor's languorous arousal seemed to sharpen. For a second he looked almost scared. 

"Alright, Kitten?" he asked, combing his fingers through Cat's hair.

"Alright," she growled, that feral, needful sound she made when she wanted.

She'd let go of Victor's cock and arched up, tilting her head back, and smiled at Derrek over her shoulder. The sight of her lips, reddened and slightly swollen, and Derrek had to taste, had to kiss. Still sunk deep in her, his hip pressed hard to her ass, he strained forward for her mouth, licked and bit her lips, tasted her tongue, her familiar flavor laced with the unfamiliar taste of the other.

Startled, shocked but too hot, too driven to care, he released her mouth and, buried in her clinging heat, waited for it, wanting to watch it. Cat, her lips still parted and wet from their kiss, sank down and drew Victor's flushed, engorged head into her mouth. As if it were his cock being suckled and and licked, a vicarious twinge of pleasure shot through Derrek. When he looked up, his father smiled at him through his pleasure, and Derrek startled, suddenly aware how much his bitter rage had subsided.

And Cat. His exuberant Cat, so lithe and gleaming and earnest, her hips undulating as she sucked, so even though he was still, kneeling behind her, her cunt's slick grip massaged his stiff cock. He sank down on her, molded his body over hers. God, how was it he could discern her scent, the fragrance of her hair and skin, apart from the salt scent of the sea she'd frolicked in all morning, apart from himself and his father? 

Behind her, inside her he started to move. He pulled slowly back, then with a determined thrust, sank into her. As he fucked he watched her, sliding the tight O of her lips up, up, baring the turgid, veined shaft of Victor's cock, sheened with her saliva, the inflamed crown. Derrek pumped into her, watched the tip of her tongue peek out from between her full lips to tease the delicate slit, to lap up the pearl of fluid there. Then the fat head, the long thick shaft all disappeared between her lips.

Godfuck. He pumped, frenzied, wanting deeper into her heat, her wet, the flexing grip of her cunt. Hard, deep, he fucked her while she sucked their dad, wet slurping sounds mingling with the clap of their bodies joining and the wet noises of his cock plunging into her pussy over and over.

Derrek pushed her bra up, bared her tits, found her nipples, already stiff and peaked atop her bunched aureole. Fucking, grunting, needing, he teased and tugged her nipples, and she keened, her whimpers muffled by her ardent sucking. He reached under with his other hand, found his way through her sopping curls and with two fingers started teasing and rubbing her clit. Now each time he thrust home she grunted, not the high little keening note she made sometimes, but a low, fierce growl that provoked him, drove him to fuck her more desperately.

"Oh, Kitten, I'm going to..." 

Their dad, still propped up on his elbows, watching Cat lick and suck him, watching Derrek's frenzied pumping, dug his fingers into the sand like a pair of grasping claws. His lean belly flexed, his jaw dropped, and he let out a long, throaty groan.

Jesus fuck, their dad was pumping his load into Cat's mouth.

"Please, Cat. Please," Derrek begged, thrumming her swollen pink bud, her juice dripping and coating his fingers, tweaking her stiff nipple, driving his cock deep into her gripping cunt. "Please."

He heard her swallow, once, twice, then her huffing panting, and more low growling groans. Then she collapsed onto Victor's belly and cried out as her cunt spasmed, clamping down on Derrek's cock over and over, more and more gently. When he let go, let himself, it only took a few slow, deep strokes and Derrek felt the pending, inevitable climax bear down on him, shake him, then wring him out as he emptied himself inside her.

Cold fear washed over him the moment he'd spent his want, his need to take what Victor had claimed from him. What had he done? What had all of them done? His dad and his sister lay there, limp and sweaty, panting, sticky with each other's saliva and ejaculate and slick musk. And he was kneeling there, his cock electric with nerves as he slipped from her still quivering cunt, both their juices seeping from between her swollen, flushed lips.

"It's alright, Derrek." 

His father's ink-blue eyes were on him. God, how could that paternal gaze be such a comfort at a moment like this? So reassuring? Cat looked up at him, sated and smiling, her eyes drowsy and heavy-lidded. With a caress she coaxed him down beside her, and the three of them dozed until it got too warm and they retreated to the shade of the jungle.

Finally Victor made his rounds of the island, but contrary to habit he quit work long before dark. They'd all forgotten the signal fires for more than a day, and Cat dashed off to get them going again while the men made dinner. In her absence, they were restless, agitated. When she got back, they all seemed to forget their hunger for food until their other wants were sated.

It went on like that, that night, the next day, week after week. Victor, always patient, always gentle, and Derrek, always hungry. Needful. Jealous. She could kiss her father, taste his mouth, his body, she could take him in and milk his pleasure from him, but only after her brother was sated. Sometimes, even one fuck, one climax was no guarantee. She could leave him spent and panting and go to her father, and still Derrek would drag her back to take her again before he'd let her go. Derrek always took her first thing upon waking. Victor never took anything until it was offered. And even when she offered herself to him, seeking him with her eyes and opening her thighs, showing him her cunt, instead of climbing between her legs and taking his pleasure, sometimes Victor would leave her there, cradled in her brothers arms, and settle his head lightly on her inner thigh, like a pillow, and tongue the folds where Derrek had spilled his seed moments earlier.

All this, and she wanted more. Even more than Derrek, she was hungry. She needed. To draw Derrek, she only needed to go to Victor. To find him soft and warm under the sheet, to caress him until he was hard, to straddle him and take him in. The sound of their sex or the scent woke Derrek. Was it his want? Or his hurt? She didn't know. She was only sure he'd have to have her, that if he couldn't drag her from Victor, he'd take her another way.

When Victor startled and tried to let her go, to give her to Derrek, when she clung fast, when Derrek mounted her right there where she was, on top of their father, rolling her hips over him, sliding her cunt up and down the hard length of him, when Victor gasped, "Derrek, God, don't," she smiled and kissed him quiet, tilted her hips and went still.

But it hurt too much and Derrek couldn't get in. Victor said "Use the oil." Victor held her in his arms and kissed her and told Derrek what to do, cradled her against his chest as Derrek slid his oiled finger into her, as Derrek trembled against her and worked his greased cock into her. With both of them inside her, fucking, panting, groaning, sighing, Victor kissing her mouth, Derrek biting her neck and sucking at her ears and tugging her nipples her hunger rose and crashed and ebbed.

The monsoon season was coming. They spent a day breaking down the hut, securing the wall and roof panels, the table and benches and removing their equipment, notebooks, clothing, pots and utensils to the cave at the southern tip of the island where they wintered every year, sheltered from the unrelenting rains and the threat of cyclones like the one that had stranded them.

They retreated into their cave, into the close dark. Hidden in their cave they lived off the stores of fruit, nuts and roots they'd gathered. In their nest they were warm, so they seldom left it. When summer returned with sunshine and warmer rains, they emerged and returned, naked and innocent, to their Eden.

They swam in the sea, bathed in their lagoon and under the falls, they picked cherimoya, maprang and sugar apples and mated with all the urgency of nature, like the sifakas, though there would be no offspring. In twos and threes they joined, and the tilapia swallowed up the last of the algae. Twice impaled, she writhed, Victor tasting her tongue, Derrek cupping her breasts as the signal fires burned out and went cold. The chytrid devoured the Mantella aurantiaca, the tomato frog, and the boophis while Cat and Derrek ate and drank between each other's thighs as Victor spilled his seed beyond her dark star. They frolicked in the surf and writhed on the hard, wet sand and a vessel passed and they kissed and touched, penetrated and enveloped, licked and sucked and Nirina went hungry when her flowers didn't bloom.

THE END

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