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Castaway Ch. 01

By: jaz479



Hey everyone, this is just the edited version of the series that I have been writing. There is a name change, if this is your first time reading, don't worry about it, if not, the new name is Ali. If you have been following along, I'm just reposting the edited versions, then I will post the newest installment, chapter 6. 

Thanks! 

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"Finally, I am officially on vacation!!!! 

Jasmine squealed as she boarded the luxury cruise with her tickets and luggage. At 5'7", Jasmine was a slim yet curvy 26 year old med school graduate. With long wavy natural hair and toffee colored skin, full lips and expressive almond shaped eyes, Jasmine though she was attractive, but not enough to realize the hungry stares that followed her where she went. Even now she didn't realize the stares she garnered as she walked onto the mostly Caucasian ship. In her mind, she went to school with white people, college and medical school, so to be the only black girl was not a surprise. 

"Here are my tickets" She said, handing them over to the check in station. 

"OK Miss Jasmine you're on the second floor, room 8001." 

"Thank you" She replied and made her way to her room. 

After exiting the elevator, she walked down the hall, scanning the doors for her room. Having found it, she pulled her key out and tried to open the door. 

"Hey! Who's in there! This is my room that I paid for.." 

The door was yanked open and a man in a towel stood, looking just as pissed. His abs heaved as though he had run from the shower... which he had, and his short military cut still gleamed with water. His dark brown eyes glared at her.

"I paid for this room, Lady, go back to the front desk!" 

Momentarily stunned by this gorgeous, half naked and wet man, Jasmine stuttered a reply. 

"I..I paid for this room, 8001,"

"Sorry lady, this is room 8002, your room is right there!" 

He pointed at her room across the hall. 

"Oh, my bad I'm sorry" She sheepishly replied and smiled. 

Ali's mind went blank as he processed that she was actually quite beautiful when she wasn't trying to break his door down. Then he realized he was half naked. 

"It's no problem, I have to go" He said unintentionally slamming the door. 

Well sorrrry! She thought walking to her room. Sitting on her bed she decided to take a nap before unpacking her stuff. 

By the time I wake up we should be in Cancun!!! She thought and slowly drifted off to sleep. 

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Captain's deck 23:00 Hours 

"Hey captain, are you sure you can take the night shift?" The first mate asked. 

"Boy! This is my ship and I've been running this cruise for 18 years. Go be with your wife since it's your honey moon. I'll be fine. And lock the door on the way out too." 

"Ok Captain, call me if you need me" he said as he left, locking the door with an audible click. 

Captain's deck 00:00 hours 

The captain sat, watching the course the ship was set on, listening to a steady stream of information through his headset. The inside of the captain's ear began to itch, so the captain took off his headset and reached to scratch it. 

"AAAAAGH!" He yelled as a sharp pain ran through his chest. 

Clutching his heart, the captain fell to the floor, accidently hitting the mast and setting the cruise off course and altitude. 

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Oh this margarita is beautiful. Jasmine thought in the midst of her dream, sitting in cancun on the beach. Why do my feet feel wet, I'm at the bar not the water. Jolting awake, Jasmine realized water was rising in her bedroom up to her waist. She struggled to leave the room with furniture blocking the door. 

"HELP! HELP ME!" She screamed. 

In the hall, Ali struggled to push through the people rushing towards the stairwell. He distantly heard someone screaming for help, and realized it was coming from room 8002. 

"FUCK! This girl will be the death of me" He mused as he went to go help. He tried to push the door open, yet was unable to. 

"Hold on, I have to break the handle. Move as much stuff out the way!" 

Jasmine complied moving as much as she could, then seeing the problem, and errant towel jammed under the door, she removed it and open the door, just as Ali rushed towards it, and instead hit the desk. 

"AAAAGRGH!" He groaned as his felt the pain from his dislocated shoulder. 

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, but we have to go now!" 

She helped him up and they ran into the hall to find it empty. As they ran upstairs to the main deck they realized that everyone had already left on the safety boats. She grabbed a life jacket and put one on him then tied them together. 

"Can you swim!!!" he yelled over the creaking of the sinking ship" 

"Yes, but my shoulder is broken" 

"Ok, well just hold on to me!" She yelled as the water rushed up to meet them. The frigid water engulfed them, momentarily covering their heads. 

"Wrap you hurt arm around me and help me paddle with your good arm. " He groaned in response. 

They swam like that for hours until the sun rose. 

"Hey I see a beach over there!" She yelled. 

Ali bobbed his head, his eyes glazed over and his body shaking. Jasmine swam them towards the shore and removed their jackets. Ali was shivering and his arm was at a weird angle. 

"I'm sorry, but this is going to hurt!" She warned before she brutally jerked his arm into the socket. He screamed in his sleep thrashing around until the pain subsided. Jasmine looked around, realizing she was alone with a sick man on a deserted island. She quickly built a covering with palm tree leaves, and after removing their clothes to dry, she fell asleep with him in her arms.

Castaway



Authors Note: I wrote this very short little story for a friend on his birthday. I hope you all enjoy reading it. 

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A sun-bronzed man walks the edge of the water on a deserted beach of the tropical island that is his prison. His ragged trews hinting at his port of origin as he scans the far horizon for the chance passing of a ship. 

"Son of a syphilitic puppy killin', slimy, biastich!" He roared as his toe battered against a large piece of dross sticking out of the smooth sand. Bending his sun-baked naked torso, he dug at the misty glass cylinder pulling it free of the shores golden clutches, hoping for wine or better yet rum.

Seeing only parchment, he thought to throw it back into the briny waves only to pause and wonder at such a thing. Sitting beneath the fronds of a date palm, he unstopped the cork and gently coerced the pristine parchment from its home.

The hand was highly decorative and flowery, and he struggled to make sense of the words. Scratching his beard he narrowed his eyes and read...

"To my pirate love so far away:

In my dreams and because of my dreams, I write because I must. I write because the silence slowly kills me. I write to be free of this unrequited love and to embrace it because it is my burden. I write simply because I love you. 

Again you are gone from this land to sail the turbulent sea in search of the riches. Riches, not for wealth, but to make your name renowned throughout our lands as well as the lands of those from whom you liberate from the burden of their wealth, no doubt. I find myself searching the docks for your face or seeking out your companions in the hopes they tell tales of your exploits. Alas, those companions closest to you have followed you yet again into the unknown seas to the west. 

I feel bereft and alone. I am homeless without a place to seek out your face and the smile that seems, at least to my mind, reserved just for me. Of course, this is mere foolishness. One such as you could hardly know that I existed. I am not one of the bawdy wenches who sit on your knee and stroke your beard. I am not one of the flighty girls who swoon in your path as you walk the streets and lanes of our settlement. I am much more and yet nothing in your eyes. I am the sister, the cousin, the friend so often overlooked and accepted as part of the landscape of your world. How I wish to be more. How I wish to be bawdy or pretty and frail instead of invisible to your eyes.

It is at night that I can make believe that you are here, and you can see me, not just as a part of the village but as you see the other women to whom you give your time. It's at night I can fool myself as I walk the docks alone, believing that you also think of me. That we see the same stars and that the sweet lady moon watches over us both. I smile and let my mind wander to my wishes and dreams, ignoring the reality of my situation. 

Inside my foolish mind, I can believe you are here beside me. In my desires, I can believe that you smile just for me. In my dreaming, we can walk together in the moonlight with the sound of soft waves lapping at the timber docks. I am happy in my mind with thoughts of you and can walk until the morning brightens the horizon with you beside me... but dawn's early light serves to remind me that it's only in my mind, and I do not enter your thoughts at all as you sail so far from here.

I close my eyes against that truth, and I can feel your arms around me. If I lose my way in that darkness, I know that you will find me. I close my eyes tighter and see your face and smile that you have found me... if only in my mind. I turn west forcing my back to the rising sun. I look up to the same moon you see and know we are merely heart beats away, and I pray you return safely to our village so that I can see you once more. In that moon, I can see you and I as we move from our village of fading starlight. 

As the dawn brightens, I know it's only in my mind. I know that I talk to myself and not to you. The disappearing moon reflects upon the water and shows the way to the distant horizon that took you away yet again. Is it the glory, the riches or the pure exhilaration of the hunt and battle that takes you from here, from me?

In the full early morning light, the mists still give me hope that you will return and see me there, waiting and watching that distant horizon. That you will recognise the love and adoration in my eyes rather than dismissing me for the cheering crowds who welcome the riches you have brought to this cold and snowy village. 

Are you so blind that you can't see that my eyes shine like silver in the light you radiate? Are you so unaware of those that surround you that you cannot see... me? Still I love you and, when the sun rises to dispel the night and the morning mist to show the empty ocean, I pray for your safe return. That you come home to a world full of happiness that others will give you, for your blindness robs you of what I would willingly give should you look to me for something more. 

A tear touches my cheek as I realise yet again that I have only been pretending, that your life will go on and be full of riches I can never know. How I want you to see this letter and know the riches opening your eyes could bring to a man such as you. Still this too will be ashes in the wind as I send it to you across the seas. Be safe my unrequited love and come home to the village so that I may gaze upon your face again and lament the blindness of your eyes.

X."

Carefully rolling the parchment and stoppering it once more the castaway stood and walked back to the edge of the shore. With what little energy he had, he cast the bottle as far as he could to travel once again on the briny blue sea. "Every man should have a love such as this that waits for him. Every man should know that girl waits with a full heart for his return. Every man should continue to try to return home to his life and his village and that girl who would tempt him to be the marrying kind." He turned and scanned the horizon once more for a ship that could take him home. Closing his eyes, he let himself believe his love walked once again beside him, and he smiled.



Castaway Ch. 02



*edited version with minor changes*

Ali awoke to a blaring sun in his eyes and sat up quickly, only to lay back down with extreme dizziness. He confusedly surveyed his surroundings. Contemplating the ocean in front of him as the teal blue waters winked at him, the prior events ambushed his brain, causing him to groan, and then panic as he remembered the girl he ended up here with. 

He tried to stand, and after a minute of pausing and slowly rising, he took his first steps on the beach. He slowly walked towards a bend in the shore, observing errant pieces of wood littered all over the place. As he turned around the bend the sight in front of him transfixed him and left his already breathless body speechless. 

Jasmine lay on the rock totally bare to the world, enjoying the sun's strong rays on her bronzed skin. Her breasts stood at proud attention, the brown tips hard from the water droplets surrounding them. Her body elegantly curved to a firm ass that rested on the rock, Ali could just barely make out the upward curve of her mound and his mouth watered. She sighed in pleasure as a cool breeze caressed her skin. She heard a strangled sound to her left and turned, only to scream in shock and embarrassment as Ali stood there with an odd look on his face. 

"AAggh!" She yelled as she scrambled and gathered her wet clothes from the rock and put them on. 

Ali came to his senses and turned around, the action making him dizzy and he fell to his knees. Jasmine, forgetting her partial state of undress, rushed to him and helped sit him on a rock. 

"You're not supposed to be walking, you have a fever! Well had one actually" she amended as she placed a cool palm on his forehead, and noted the fever gone. 

"How do you know and how long have we been here?" he said gruffly, trying not to stare at her breasts as the wet t-shirt clung to them. 

"I'm a medically trained doctor and you have been feverish for the past 2 days" she huffed, taking offense to his tone. She shivered and wished he would go back to having a fever and being passed put. Ali realized she was cold and removed his shirt and gave it to her. 

"Why were you naked just now, there's no point in getting a tan we're not on vacation" he said with irritation he didn't understand. 

"Actually," Jasmine began while blushing at both his comment and bare chest, "My clothes were wet because I have been fishing for food with my net I made so that WE could eat. I wanted my clothes to be dry before the sun set so I took them off" 

Ali realized his error, and sheepishly berated himself as an awkward silence expanded between the two. 

"My name is Jasmine by the way, and I never did get your name," 

"It's Ali. So why did you come on this cruise?" He began, hoping to start a new conversation. 

"I just graduated from medical school, and had a few months before my residency begins at John Hopkin's hospital. I just wanted a vacation and now I'm on a beautiful deserted island" and stuck with a grumpy sexy man, she thought bitterly. 

"Wow, congrats on graduating. I just got leave from the Reserves and just wanted to wind down before I began civilian life" he replied. 

"As soon as I get my strength back up I will start combing the island to see what's around" he said 

"Already did it" she said proudly. 

"What! Why would you go alone you could have gotten hurt" he said in a scolding tone. 

"Well too late. There a small spring 50 meters inward and plenty of edible vegetation. All we have to do I boil the water and eat fish for protein" 

Ali thought in irritation at his weakened state, and how a woman had to care and provide for him. 

"I will find my own food, I doubt you know anything about true survivorship" he sneered. 

"I've kept us alive haven't I" Jasmine heatedly replied. She stared at him waiting for him to acknowledge this fact. Yet he sat silent and stared at the ocean as if to tune her out. 

"Fine! Take care of your fucking self!" She stood and ripped his t-shirt off of her and stormed off, throwing his t-shirt at his face. 

Damn, that ass is fine, he thought, unable to tear his eyes away from her ass as walked away towards their encampment. He tried to stand, yet couldn't, and sat on the rock looking at the waves. 

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By nightfall, Jasmine had built a proper shelter from broad leaves she found inside the island and vines from trees she used as rope. She bent over a collection of wood, struggling to start a fire from two rocks. Suddenly, hands grabbed her rocks and threw them across the beach. 

"Those are the wrong rocks" Ali said as he pulled rocks from his pocket and struck them, starting a fire. Jasmine mutely stared at the fire willing them to go away. They sat there staring into the flames for an hour until Jasmine began to feel sleepy. She stood and walked over towards Ali. 

"Scoot over" she said yawning. 

"What, why?" he replied slightly taken off guard. 

"We have to share body heat, that's how I kept you warm these past few days" 

Ali, irritated again at the reminder of his weakness, snapped "I don't need to be kept warm anymore" 

Jasmine sharply turned away, her face warm with embarrassment. She silently lay down faced away from the fire and wiped an errant tear from her face. It was on the tip of his tongue to apologize for his rude behavior, yet Ali couldn't so he too laid down staring at her back across the flames. The stayed like this for a few hours until Jasmine turned over towards the fire, her face deceptively still in sleep. Ali, still awake, gazed at her face, taken by the upward tilt of her nose and full plump lips. She shivered and Ali feeling foolish for his earlier comment walked over to her and wrapped her in his arms. Content, Ali drifted off to sleep. 



Castaway Ch. 03



Channel 5 News LIVE coverage 

Hello, I am Susan and we begin here at 8 with the latest coverage on the cruise disaster that took place 5 days ago. For those of our viewers just now joining us, the 74 passenger yacht-cruise departed from Port Miami in Miami Florida on May 6th and was set to arrive in Cancun, Mexico on May 8th. En route, the ship went off course to the west away from the Florida Keys, towards the Bahamas, and this we believe was caused by the onset of manual control instead of the preset course that is standard for all yachts over 100 people in capacity not including crew. 

We believe the captain was alone when he suffered a heart attack, and his death and the absence of other crew members in the control space is still being investigated. All recovered passengers are safe in hospitals with no immediate injuries, yet at this time two passengers have been unaccounted for. Ali Taouma, aged 29, was a recent air force officer who had been given leave and had recently accepted a position at a military training academy as an instructor. Also missing is Jasmine Seville, a 26 recent medical school graduate from the University of Miami and had recently been accepted into the John Hopkins Neurology program. 

It is speculated that they went missing around the various islands of the Bahamas, and both families of the passengers are anxious for their safe return and have filed suit against the cruise line, citing them for inadequately taking count of all passengers before departure to safety. This lawsuit could have devastating consequences for the cruise line as they just filed bankruptcy......." the reporter stops mid-sentence as a stream of info comes through her headset. 

"This just in, there are two more unconfirmed passengers missing from the cruise" 

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Day 6

Jasmine sat on the beach weaving pieces of vines together to make rope. Two whole days, she thought absent mindedly. Two whole days of no human contact because there is no real human here on this beach. If only I wasn't stuck with such an abrasive dick head, then maybe I wouldn't be slightly insane from only talking to myself. She huffed out loud, causing Ali to look at her. She mentally shivered inside as his gaze slid over her. When he looked away she sighed in relief. 

The past few days had wrought many changes in them both. Jasmine's once neat wavy hair was now an unruly explosion of spiral curls cascading down her back. Ali, unable to shave, began to grow stubble on his face, his previous short buzz cut matching pace as well. Their clothes were worn and threadbare from constant exposure to the sea water. Jasmine, anxious from sitting too long, stood up suddenly and began walking towards the trees. 

"Where are you going," Ali called, his voice booming. 

Jasmine simply ignored him and kept walking. Ali sighed, the knowledge that she greatly disliked him rubbing him raw. He thought to the first night he held her to keep her warm. For a split second when he woke, he believed that she was awake as well, her body unnaturally still as if to see what he was going to do. He stood and walked away, then heard her snoring; almost as if he imagined her awake. 

Jasmine stormed through the bushes and made her way towards the shallow body of water. Sitting on the grounds she idly plucked the plants, lost in thought. Rubbing the plant between her fingers, she looked at it, surprised at its cottony texture. 

This must be milkweed, she thought, as an idea struck her. I can use this for my period that's bound to come any day now, given my current state of mind. Excited at all the possibilities of this new discovery Jasmine set to work washing and stretching and weaving the milkweed, until it could be used as a cloth like material. Using the berries that she normally ate, she stained them a vibrant red color. Finally I have some color in my life on this dreary island. Jasmine thought as she surveyed her new "clothes". The skirt came mid-thigh and which could easily be wrapped around her waist and tied. The top stopped at her midriff and tied and one shoulder. 

Using left over piece she created a triangle shaped under piece so she could tie more cloth to it when her period started. Satisfied with her creation, she looked up, noting the sun's setting rays. Hurrying towards camp in her new clothes, she forgot to ignore Ali, running to him and showing him her new clothes. 

"Hey Ali, look what I made!" 

Ali turned at the sound of his name, and words escaped him as he seen Jasmine running towards him, wearing only pieces of cloth just barely held in place by precarious knots. Her curves moved in a fluid motion as she ran, her curly hair bouncing around her face of pure excitement. Ali shifted uncomfortably in in his worn down shorts, his dick stirring at the sight of her. 

"I found some milkweed, which is a sister plant to cotton and made this. I can make you some if you want!" Jasmine said, talking a mile a minute. 

"Just show me how to do it and I can do it myself," Ali said gruffly. 

Jasmine stared at him, anger blazing in her eyes at his inconsideration. She calmly walked towards him by the fire and stopped next to their pile of fish. With lightning speed, she picked a fish up and threw it, hitting him square in the face. 

"Aaggh! What is wrong with you woman!" He yelled. 

"You! And I have a name!" Jasmine yelled back, stepping away as he stood and walked towards her. 

"Oh you will not run now!" He grabbed her by the arm as she tried to run, yanking her to him. She slapped him hard on the face, her eyes leaking tears in her anger. 

"You brute! Let go of me! I hate you! I would rather be alone on this island forever than be here with you and your spitefulness. I've done nothing to you but taken care of you since we've been here you ungrateful bastard! 

You can't even get fish with a net. All you do is sit there on that rock staring at the ocean while I do everything. And then you talk to me like I'm a child. FUCK YOU!" she yelled, hitting him and pushing him away. Her words stunned him and he grabbed her by her face, and kissed her. She fought back, until eventually she was pulling him closer, her tears intermingling with their joined mouths. Their tongues fought an angry battle for dominance until he pushed her away. They stood there by the fire, chests heaving and she looked away first. 

"I'm sorry, I just..." 

"Save it, I don't care," she retorted, walking away to her side of the fire and laying down. 

Ali, unsure what to do next, sat down and gazed at her back willing himself to speak, yet he didn't. 

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Day 7 

Jasmine awoke to the sound of dull thuds, and she lifted her head to see Ali moving old logs on the beach from the wooded area. She lay there, watching him use all the rope she and him had made from the past few days as he tied the ends of the logs in crisscross directions. Once a set of four logs were ties in a square he would do it again then laid that set on top of the first. This continued until the stack was 7 ft. high then he stopped and grabbed some fallen palm leaves and tied them together at the stem so it then radiated out like an umbrella. 

This he tied to a smaller thinner log which he planted in the middle of the square encampment and secured the log pole with more rope. By the time he finished the sun was blazing in the middle of the sky and Jasmine, noting his exhaustion, stood up and began cooking the fish. Once the fire was completed she threw rock in the fire to heat them. As always, she pulled the rocks out and placed the fish on the hot rot rocks to cook thoroughly, and took him his meal with boiled water. 

'This changes nothing between us,' she thought as she shoved his foo towards him while surveyed the new hut. She walked inside the hut, admiring the relief from the elements it posed. 

Stepping out, she noticed Ali walking along the shoreline with her net, throwing it into the water in an attempt to catch fish. She stood there watching him as he tried to redeem himself from last night's argument. One with torturing him with silence she went over to him to help him. 

"You have to throw the net farther in the water, and you have to wait for the fish to get close enough," she said and grabbed the net from his fingers as she walked into the deeper waters. Walking backwards while facing him she showed him how to lay the net in the water, noting his eyes on her wet body. 

"Wait, stop," He called out suddenly. She tensed up, expecting him to belittle her. Instead he ran towards her, then past her and dove into the water. She turned, and seen a chunk of wood in the water with two people holding on. She swam towards it, and dragged it ashore with Ali. Once ashore, Ali noticed the wood was a chair from the deck of the cruise. 

"They're from the cruise as well!" Ali explained as he separated them from their life jackets. 

Jasmine immediately assumed charge calling out to Ali, "I think they might have swallowed water, start giving her CPR," she motioned him towards the woman. 

She began giving the man CPR, then after realizing the man had not swallowed water, but was just passed out, she slapped him, hard, in an attempt to wake him. The man came awake, his eyes bleary as they focused on Jasmine. 

"Hermosa diosa oscura. Es tan muy Bonita," he slurred in Spanish before promptly passing out. Jasmine, who understands perfect Spanish from training in med school, blushed while checking his breathing. 

"What did he say?" Ali asked the woman began spitting up water and Ali helped her. 

"It's nothing, he's just out of it right now from dehydration," Jasmine hedged, looking away from him. 

"What did he say," Ali asked again, giving her no quarter to dodge the question. 

Looking him square in the eye, Jasmine quoted "You are a dark goddess. You are so very beautiful," 

Ali scowled and finished walking towards the camp with the woman. As he came back for the man, he was slightly rough as he grabbed the man and slung him over his shoulder. Without Jasmine noticing, he unceremoniously dropped him on the ground a little too far from the fire. Ali ignored the sharp feeling that ran through his chest as he walked over to Jasmine to assist her. 

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Castaway Ch. 04



Ali sat close to Jasmine as she spoon fed the two survivors a fish broth. His head was fuzzy with the closeness to her body, her clean scent intoxicating his lungs. She glanced up and their eyes caught for a moment and his heart beat glitched ever so slightly. Both the survivors had been in a deep sleep since being brought to land. The man was pale from being in the water, his otherwise handsome face and dark hair currently muted in sickness. The woman had long blond hair and was thin, her pulse weak, but slowly gaining strength. He stood and made his way towards their net to catch more fish. 

As he began the process of catching fish he pondered over his reactions to Jasmine, knowing that he wanted her. Yet this feeling of want was soon replaced with apprehension and dread. His thoughts carried him back to the past year before the voyage....

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There was a knock on the door, "Officer Taouma, there is an urgent phone call for you." Ali looked up as an underling called his name in his office. It was noon here in Germany and he had anticipated a call for a while from his wife. She had just a few weeks away from giving birth to their first child, a little girl. 

"Officer Ali Taouma speaking," he said formally into the phone. 

"Mr. Taouma this is Dr. Stephenson on the phone, I'm here at Memorial hospital. You are the husband of Angela Hitchens-Taouma correct?" 

Ali hesitantly affirmed this, fear settling in his gut. 

The doctor sighed, "I am very sorry to tell you this but your wife has just passed from complications after a car accident. The accident caused too much stress in the baby and she went into labor prematurely. We were unable to stop the bleeding from both the labor and the accident. I am so very sorry."

"How did .... how?" he rasped not hearing his own voice. 

"We believe it was by a drunk driver and the police are currently investigating. Are the any relatives we may call?" 

Ali had stopped hearing and was sitting there numb with shock. He sat there with the doctor talking on the phone in his hand, not moving until someone came in and talked to the doctor. Hands landed on his shoulder and stood him up, walking him out of his office and home. 

Everything moved in a blur for Ali until he realized he was at home alone. He looked around at his Spartan apartment, his "home" he resided in while on duty from the states. Realizing his real home was dead with his wife, he began to hyperventilate, until sobs wracked his body. His throat tightened as he confronted the reality faced in front of him. The emptiness threatened to consume him so he stopped thinking and made arrangements to fly back to the states. 

After the funeral, Ali went back to Germany immediately after, to the surprise of his colleagues. He threw himself into work, rarely speaking to his past friends at all. He could no longer connect with them, as he was a shell of his former self, his heart buried with his wife and almost child. This continued for 7 months until he was given leave of his position. The need to stay busy constantly urgent, he sought a teaching position at a military academy. One week until his new job began, his mother convinced him to go on a cruise, knowing that he needed a vacation before he once again buried himself in work. 

Reliving those events made Ali realize that, although he was attracted to Jasmine, he did not want to go there with her, let alone with anyone for that matter. The memory of his beautiful wife still haunted him and he had not talked to a woman in the year since her death. 

After gathering the fish he went back to camp and cleaned them with his sharpened rock, watching Jasmine as she sat by the sleeping survivors. Right then he resolved to be nicer to her and stop letting his feelings of guilt mandate his actions. But he knew he could never bring himself to talk to her, his main objective being survival until they left the island. Then he would never see her again. 

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Jasmine was exhausted from the constant care of the two newcomers, yet hope was burning in her that their survival was even more attainable given their increased numbers. Feeling confident in their improved health, Jasmine went and sat by the fire by Ali. 

"So when they wake up, we need to assess what they can do, so we don't have to kill ourselves trying to survive," she began warily. 

"I agree. For us to get off the island we must have a system. I must also apologize for my behavior these past few days, I have not been myself," he said, his voice sincere. 

Jasmine was taken aback, not expecting his apology. Although it was brief, she accepted the apology with a nod of her head, realizing him to be a man of few words. 

An easy truce was set between the two of them as they prepared fish for that night's meal and the next days. Once dark outside they went into the hut and fell asleep. 

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Day 7

Jasmine awoke to the sound of the ocean, a feeling of peace covering her like a blanket. I could wake up like this for the rest of my life. She thought. This was soon replaced by a sharp pang in her heart as she remembered her family, who had no doubt heard the news of the cruise and her disappearance by now. I must stay optimistic, I will see them soon. 

Never one to dwell on bad thoughts she rolled over and began to rise, only to realize that the two survivors were not in the hut, and neither was Ali. Walking out she seen them by the fire and their conversation stopped as she walked near. 

The man who had called her his dark goddess stared at her, his long dark hair in curls almost covering his hungry brown eyes that left nothing hidden. The woman was gorgeous in a Kate Upton type of way, with wavy blonde hair and wide blue eyes that stared at her in curiosity. She moved to sit by the fire and they all glanced around at each other. 

"My name is Luis" the man said first as he rose in a fluid motion, offering her his place in the sand as if it were a grand chair. 

Flustered she accepted her new seat between Ali and the girl. 

"Well my name is Bianca" the girl said as she surveying Jasmine's clothes. 

"Did you make those? How long have you guys been on this horrid island? This is bullshit someone must come look for us," the girl rambled her voice reaching a higher pitch with each statement. 

Ali and Jasmine looked at each other and Ali spoke. "This is Jasmine, and we have been here for 7 days now. Until we get off this island we need to survive and that means that you guys must help. Jasmine has nursed you both back to health, as she is a medically trained doctor," he finished, not knowing what else to say. 

Jasmine, always better with words began, "I made these clothes from a cotton plant I found further inland. There are plenty of plants that we can eat as well as fish that can be caught from the sea." 

She motioned to Bianca, "Would you like to come see where the freshwater pool is and I can show you how to make the clothes?" 

Bianca nodded and they walked away. 

"Man, she is fucking scorching," Luis said while elbowing Ali in the ribs and watching Jasmine's ass sway. 

"Yeah, whatever" he said moving away from Luis's arm in irritation. 

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As they walked inland, Bianca talked incessantly, yet Jasmine welcomed it, soaking up the chatter like a sponge. 

She's annoying as fuck, but I still like her. She thought to herself. 

When they reached the ground water pool, Jasmine took off her clothes and jumped in to clean herself. Bianca soon followed and as all girls do, began talking about the boys. 

"Man both of them are so hot!!! If only we were in Cancun with them instead of trapped on this island. Good thing I got waxed before I came, so I won't start growing hair for another month" Bianca mused out loud, drawing laughter from Jasmine who agreed. 

They both stayed in the water longer than necessary, then got out. Jasmine showed her how to make the clothes, and then they both made pieces for Luis. Walking back to camp Luis stared at both of them, happiness and lust on his face as they gave him his new "clothes". 

"Thank you very much Senoritas, you have given me something to make my life a thousand-fold easier" he embellished. 

It's only two pieces of cotton. Jasmine thought to herself, noting Bianca's blush. 

"Luis, are you ready to learn how to use the net" Ali said loudly, interrupting their conversation. 

"Yes I'm coming. Wish me luck in catching fish for you, I want to feed you both personally with my catch" he said winking as he walked away. 

Jasmine rolled her eyes as Bianca giggled, and they set about starting a fire as the sun set. 

Thirty minutes later the men returned, and Luis had nothing in his hands while Ali carried his catch. 

"Senoritas please I beg your forgiveness. I have had the misfortune of not providing you with food, you may shun me if you wish," He said in a smooth voice with his head down. 

"Of course not Luis, it was only your first try. I'm sure you'll be an expert at it soon" Bianca replied smoothing his hair back. 

Jasmine snorted back a laugh and went to help Ali. 

They all sat down and ate, causally talking about their lives. Luis had grown up in Puerto Rico, and had moved to the states for a job. Bianca had just graduated from Law school, when the she went on vacation. After Jasmine told them of her Alma mater and plans to go to Johns Hopkins, They all looked at Ali, Jasmine especially, waiting to hear about his life. 

"I was in the air force, and had just taken leave," he said gruffly, saying no more. 

"Do you have a girl back home," Bianca said in a syrupy voice, glancing at him with cat eyes. 

Ali stiffened, his jaw going rigid. Jasmine noticed his reaction and cut in. 

"Why don't we all go to sleep now, I'm really tired," she said, quickly standing. 

"I can keep you very warm tonight senorita, I have much body heat," Luis said, standing with her. 

"Jasmine and I usually share a space," Ali interjected, and both the men stared at each other, a battle of wills ensuing. Ali suddenly stood and steered Jasmine into the hut. Unsure of what to do next she sat next to him. 

"You can lie down next to me," he stated, facing away from her. 

"You did sleep by me that night, didn't you," Jasmine said suddenly realizing that his warmth had not been a dream like she thought. 

"It was cold that night and I didn't want to keep the fire going," he said as an excuse. 

"Yeah well....," She stopped as Luis and Bianca entered and laid down. 

Not wanting to give the appearance that they were arguing, she laid down and tentatively scooted next to him. 

She softly whispered in his ear "I don't understand you." 

"You don't have to," he said before rolling back over and going to sleep. 

Jasmine huffed and soon fell asleep as well.

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Day 8 

Hands gently caressed her body, and Jasmine drifted into a sea of lust as she looked at her dream lover. His face wasn't visible, yet hands, which were lighter than hers and looked remarkably like Ali's, were softly touching her and squeezing her curves, causing her to moan aloud. Suddenly he was behind her and she ground her butt into him, his hardness swelling against her back. His hands grasped her hip as he grinded into her and she suddenly wished to see his face. She tried to turn yet was captured in his arms as his face lowered to her neck and breathed deeply in her scent. 

The sensation felt too real, and Jasmine opened her eyes not realizing that she just woke up, and turned around, only to see Ali with his face buried into her neck and his hardness a brand against her butt. She gasped aloud and he woke as well; his sleep filled eyes gazing upon her lust. Recognition hit him and he scooted backwards, his face flushing in embarrassment. Neither knew what to say and the silence grew to a painful void, until Luis walked in the hut and stopped mid-sentence as he glanced between the two. 

With a knowing smile upon his face he said, "Jasmine, would you like to show me where that pool is in the island?" 

Jasmine, grateful for the interruption, stood up and quickly walked out the hut with Luis. 

Ali just sat there still stunned at the events that just occurred. All he remembered was a fantastic ass grinding into him, and his dick swelling to attention. Once it went down, he walked out the hut and sat by Bianca, trying not to watch Jasmine and Luis walk away together. 

*****************************

Once they reached the pool, Jasmine turned to go back towards camp. 

"Wait stay. You know none of us should be alone anywhere right, " Luis said smiling as he stripped naked. 

Jasmine stood rooted to the spot as she watched Luis jump into the pool, his taut buttocks firm, and the tip of his dick stretched below so she could see it from behind between his legs. Unwilling to take of her clothes, she stepped in, and sat far away from Luis as he bathed and swam. 

Swimming up to her he grabbed and threw her into the air. Jasmine laughed aloud, and relaxed, enjoying their horseplay. 

They continued like this for a while swimming back and forth in a game of tag. Suddenly Luis swam underwater, and before Jasmine could move away, he grabbed her and pulled her under. Once underwater he pulled her close, then rose above water and began kissing her, his naked body pressed against hers. 

Jasmine, stunned, eventually opened her mouth to partake in the kiss, yet felt absolutely nothing, and gently pulled back. Luis, his face understanding, let her go. 

"You are a very attractive woman Jasmine," he said, his accent thicker and stronger with his desire. 

"You are very handsome yourself I just...," he interrupted her. 

"It is fine, you need not explain. Ali wants you, and I think you want him to," he stated simply, laughter in his eyes. 

"Yeah okay," Jasmine began to laugh at the absurdity of it. 

"I am serious. He is always watching you, his eyes follow you everywhere. I think he doesn't want to admit it but he is already very territorial over you," Luis said, satisfied with his observations. 

Jasmine sat there and pondered over this, seeing his behavior in a new light. 

"Then why is he so mean to me?!" she said aloud. 

"He is bullheaded, and is not in tune with his feelings. Unlike me, who is very much one with my emotions and desires," he said wiggling his eyebrows. 

Jasmine splashed him with water, laughing at his absurdity. 

"Yeah well, I don't have time for romance, we have to leave this island." 

"Senorita, there is always time for romance, you just must know when to take it," Luis said rising from the pool, his aroused member proud and thick. "Come let us go back" he helped her form the water. 

She rose and scooted away as his hand playfully smacked her ass. They walked back to camp, her clothes and hair drying along the way. As they got closer she heard Ali laughing at something Bianca said. She suddenly felt irritated, because he was never that carefree around her. 

Once in sight, Luis grabbed her as if to whisper something in her ear, and then kissed her on the mouth. Knowing that Ali was watching them, he whispered, "I had to do it one last time, before he makes you his," he said then walked away, smiling in Ali's direction. 

Jasmine stood there, shocked and slightly annoyed with all the stupid testosterone between the guys. 

Ali turned his face away, unable to look at Jasmine, almost as if he didn't want to see desire for Luis there.



Castaway Ch. 05



Day 10 

Jasmine sat in the beach laying in the midday sun as Bianca chattered on once again. Not intentionally listening to Bianca, Jasmine sat in her own world, thinking of the past two days. 

Things were back to the way they were very since Luis kissed her two days ago. Ali still ignored / was rude to her but now she knew the reason why. He liked her. Like a little boy school crush who didn't know how to express it he like her. It was hard to believe at first, so she tested him. Even though he would ignore her as if she didn't exist, she would purposefully undress to her underthings before going to bed, claiming the late-night heat. His eyes would devour her when he thought she wasn't looking and he would almost groan out loud every night she did it. Yet she would wake up to him leaving as soon as the sun rose, as if he was waiting to leave. 

She sighed out loud causing Bianca to stop talking. 

"Is everything alright girl?" Bianca asked. 

"Good," Bianca interrupted before she could answer. 

"I was thinking that we should explore the island a little more, I mean there's bound to be more people here, there are hardly any deserted islands in the world today," she said. 

"You know that's actually not a bad idea," Jasmine thought out loud. 

"Where exactly does Ali think we are?" Bianca asked sitting up now in excitement. 

"He believes were on some small island just west of Florida by the Bahamas. But he said if we were in the Bahamas we would have been found by now so we must be on some extremely tiny island," Jasmine recounted. 

"But he didn't say a tiny island with no people right," Bianca said as she stood up and began walking towards camp. 

"Wait, hold on," Jasmine began as she followed her. 

They walked towards the campsite where Ali was fixing his fishing net. 

"Ali we think there may be people on this island. We want to go look and see if we can find people," Bianca said. 

"That's not a good idea. We need to stay here where the search team can find us," he said not looking up from his work. 

"But there a rarely any deserted islands nowadays, we can find help ourselves," Bianca pleaded. 

"No. It's dangerous to go in there without knowing what type of wild life or dangers you might run into. We will stay here," he said his vice commanding. 

Bianca stopped talking, and Jasmine, fed up with his bossy attitude said, "We are grown ass adults and you do not make all the decisions here. If we want to go look on the island, we can!" 

Ali stood up and walked towards her. 

"So you thing you can go and find civilization on your own Miss Medschool, because be my guest. If something happens to one of you and the other can't carry you back then what are you going to do, huh? You're going to play Doctor and everything is going to be fine right? There's no wild animals, no crazy landscape, just a beautiful fucking island that were trapped on and have fun!" 

He got in her face. 

"You will not go in that island past the watering hole, you hear me! Neither of you. We will stay and we will wait," he finished. 

Jasmine, just as mad as he was yelled back, "You're such a fucking coward. You sit here and catch fish, looking out at the sea for this magical rescue team when you know damn well they are NOT going to comb every single island in this damn Caribbean. You were in the military, you know how it works. After 15 days the coast guard will call off the search and we are not even in American sea space by your calculations," she punctuated each word with her finger poking him in the chest. 

"Then, our families will collect the insurance money from the cruise and go on with their lives while we sit here with you and eat fucking fish that I fucking HATE!" she screamed the last part. 

Everyone was quiet as they both breathed heavily. 

"I don't give a damn about your orders anymore, SEARGENT. I will go where I please and when I please and you can sit here for all I care!" she said in a calm voice as his face went pale with anger. She turned in the other direction, almost running into Luis as she walked away. 

"Senorita, what is wrong, what happened?" he asked concerned at the tears forming in her eyes, and looked at Bianca for an explanation.

"Nothing," she said her voice calm. "Bianca and I will be searching this island, and you're welcome to join us if you want. Or you can sit with that Jackass over there and look at the water each day, I don't give a FUCK." 

She walked passed him, bumping into his shoulder as she went. Bianca ran to catch up, shrugging her shoulders to Luis as she passed him. 

"That was so totally awesome, I mean the way you just...," Jasmine cut her off. 

"Bianca we need to prepare for whatever can happen in here, he's right. I'm not just walking in there blind, we need to be smart," Jasmine looked at Bianca seriously. 

"Ok, tell me what to do" Bianca replied. 

They set about planning what to bring and how to prepare food. Once done they settled on exploring the next day and setting out early in the morning. This was so they could get plenty of rest and finish preparing later. 

"I'm going to take a nap," Jasmine said yawning as the sun continuously drained her energy. 

"Ok girl, I'll be right here," Bianca replied cheerfully. 

Jasmine stood and walked towards the camp. Not wanting to go inside the hut with Ali, she laid by the fire and nodded off to sleep. 

**************************************** 

Jasmine awoke to the sun partially set and looked around her and saw no one. She stood and called Bianca's name. 

"That girl is always off somewhere lately," she mumbled as she made her way towards the watering hole. 

Walking through the trees she suddenly heard a groan, and she stopped, until she heard it again. Walking in that direction, her heart beating fast, she came upon Bianca and Luis, in flagrante delicto and hid behind bushes and trees beyond their view. 

Her face became hot, yet she was unable to look away as she watched Luis with his head between Bianca's thighs. Bianca moaned aloud, and Jasmine almost did as well as she spied his tongue roughly lapping at her sex. He took his finger and spread her as if she were the most delicious delicacy and began furiously devouring her. Bianca's cries grew louder and louder until she shuddered visibly. She lay there limp and Luis knelt over her and grabbed her head while pushing his dick in her mouth. Bianca swallowed it whole while rubbing herself again before Luis smacked her hand away. He slowly pumped in and out her mouth, his head falling back in pure ecstasy. Removing himself before he came he flipped Bianca over and entered her from behind, before she could even realize what happed. 

Jasmine's nipples were hard as pebbles and her wetness escaped from her flimsy underwear as she watched his penis slam into Bianca. A hand touched her shoulder just as she was about to touch herself and she turned squealing into the hand the covered her mouth to keep her quiet. Ali shushed her, then turned her with her back against his chest to face the couple as they fucked furiously. His hand removed her hand from her panties and replaced them with his own. 

He began to bite her neck as his finger search her pussy as if to find some treasure within. Jasmine squirmed in his hand as he obviously avoided her clit which was painfully swollen. He removed his hand from her mouth and Jasmine wisely kept quiet lest he stop. He finally touched her clit and Jasmine moaned aloud. 

He bit her ear, hard, then whispered "You will be quiet and take this." 

He hooked her leg over his arm and spread her as he began to lightly pull on her clit, then finger fucked with two fingers. Jasmine, while balancing on her one foot on the ground, desperately tried to keep silent as she ground her body against his in agonizing pleasure. He stopped suddenly, and she moved against his finger in frustration. 

"Watch them, don't close your eyes," he commanded as he went back to her pussy. Her climax building, she kept her eyes wide open as Bianca was riding Luis in reverse, his penis entering her for all to see. She began to move her pussy in rhythm to his hand, and rode his finger as she exploded, her juices running down his hand. Her head resting back on his shoulder, she closed her eyes, not noticing him licking her juices off his fingers. 

Realizing his erection at her back, she grabbed him, as he tried to move away. 

"Let me. Please." She pleaded as he tried to leave, noticing the pained look on his face. 

When he didn't move, jasmine easily moved his shorts out the way and freed his cock. The hard smoothness of it entranced her as she knelt down and took him in her mouth. Creating a seal with her wet tongue she soaked him with saliva, then loudly slurped him up and he groaned. Jasmine peaked up to see his head fall back and she used teeth to get his attention. 

"Watch them, NOW," her voice was just as commanding as his. 

He looked straight at Bianca and Luis as they fucked, trying not to blow his load too early in Jasmine's mouth. The sensory overload was too much and he groaned loudly as he shot jets of cum into her mouth. Jasmine, caught off guard, automatically swallowed and wiped her mouth as she stood. Realizing that Luis and Bianca were about done, she fixed her clothes and turned to leave, motioning for Ali to follow. 

They walked back to camp quiet, lost in their own thoughts. Neither said a word as they lay down not touching each other. The awkward silence stretch until ten minutes later Bianca showed up alone. Soon after Luis emerged from the trees in a different direction, and they greeted each other as if they had not been fucking twenty minutes ago. Jasmine smirked to herself and went to sleep.



Castaway Ch. 06



Hello everyone I know this chapter has taken a while to come along I have been really busy with school and have taken longer to write this chapter since everyone wants longer chapters. More importantly, for those of you who have been keeping up with this story I changed one person's name in this story, Amar, to Ali, which is now updated in the previous chapters. If you are new, then just enjoy. I will update the other chapters with this name so hopefully everything is a smooth transition. I appreciate everyone that has followed this story and it is FAR from finished! 

Enjoy 




Ali woke up to the sounds of the ocean and he rolled over on his back. Clearing his eyes away of sleep debris, he looked around the room and saw no one. Standing up he made his way to the door way, then stopped as he heard hushed voices. 

"Senoritas, we should at least tell him we are leaving. It is wrong to just pack up and leave him here by himself. What if he comes looking for us?" Luis asked, his voice uncertain. 

"Trust me, he will be fine. His ego will keep him company. We need to be proactive and stop running everything we do by him," Jasmine replied her voice dripping with disdain. 

Ali's blood began to boil and he stormed out the hut over to the others. Bianca and Luis looked up and looked away while they continued packing up their things. Jasmine refused to meet his eye and continued talking as if he wasn't there. 

"Bianca, make sure you grab the extra cotton we make yesterday and have all the berries in our bag," Jasmine said as she walked past Ali, barely brushing against him. 

Ali's hand snaked out and grabbed her arm, pulling her around to see him. 

"So you're just going to leave, just like that?" he asked, his voice hoarse. 

Luis and Bianca stopped packing and watched them, as if waiting for an argument to begin. 

"You don't get to make all the rules, sergent, and I told you yesterday we're going inside this island," 

Ali stared at her, his eyes slowly going down her body, caressing her in his mind as she blushed.

"I'm coming as well. And don't act like you don't see me in the morning when you wanted to fuck me last night," he whispered as he pulled her close to him. 

Jasmine gasped aloud and he let her go, walking inside the hut to pack his things. Ali came out the hut 5 minutes later and walked with the group into the island. 

"Just asking, but how are we going to do this, and when are we coming back?" Ali began looking at Jasmine's face under his eyelids. Jasmine refused to meet his eye and kept silent to his question.

Bianca answered, "Its morning right now. We're going to fill up with water at our watering hole then walk through the jungle in a straight line to the east. If we don't find water by the time the sun is halfway in the sky we agreed to come back." 

Jasmine looked up and threw Ali an unreadable glace for a moment then she looked away. They began walking into the jungle, Jasmine and Bianca walking in back, with Ali and Luis in front. There was an uneasy awkward silence as they set out. 

4 hours later 

Ali sat on the ground slowly chewing on his berries as he surveyed his surroundings. They sat in a circle underneath the shade of trees, birds calling to one another in the midday sun. Ali quickly glanced up at Bianca and Jasmine, who were in deep conversation. Bianca whispered in Jasmine's ear and Jasmine made a face of disgust and embarrassment by what Bianca had told her. She glanced in Luis's direction as she stood and he smiled at her. Rolling her eyes she stomped away towards the shallow body of water they had just found. 

Feeling compelled to follow her he stood, and walked by her as she splashed water on her sweaty face. Out of the corner of her eye she seen him and jumped. 

"You scared me. Why do you always follow me?" she asked her voice guarded. 

"I do not always follow you," Ali responded with irritation in his voice. 

"Yes you do. You did just now when I wanted a moment alone, and you did last night," she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear her. 

Unwilling to answer that he changed the subject, "What did Bianca say to make you so mad?" 

Her brown skin flushed slightly and she curtly replied, "It's nothing, she's just being stupid as usual." 

"Are you sure that's all, it seemed like it was more than that," he said recalling the look she shared with Luis that made his gut churn. 

Jasmine hesitated before replying, "She....she seen us watching her and Luis last night. Luis doesn't know we were there but she knows Luis wants me so she said I could've.... joined them." 

Ali stared at her hard as he pictured her in the orgy. His breathing tightened with the images from last night. 

"She wants Luis to herself, yet she thinks that if she brings me to him he'll really want her. That's why I fucking hate females sometimes. I'm trying to survive on this island and all she's worried about is who Luis gets hard for," Jasmine vented, almost forgetting Ali's presence. 

Ali cleared his throat and said, "Do you want Luis?" 

Jasmine's head snapped up, her face incredulous. "Why do you care so much? All you want to do is undermine my intelligence then occasionally feel me up when you're horny," 

"That's not true," he replied his voice quiet. 

"Oh really, then what do you want, huh? For once just say that you want me as much as I want you. I'm done with the games and the pretending bullshit. Is it that hard to say you lust for a black girl, is that it?" jasmine asked. 

"No that's not the issue...," 

"Then what?" she cut him off, frustration in her voice. 

"I can't want you alright! Jesus every time I fucking turn around I see you in your skimpy little jungle outfit and your wild hair and I just want to fuck you all day but I can't," he said his voice cracking with emotion. 

Jasmine, sensing something, asked him gently, "Why can't you? There's nothing wrong with wanting someone, that's part of being human?"

Ali didn't answer for a while, just stared off into the forest. Without turning to her he said, "I love my wife. I've loved her since the day we met and I haven't stopped even though she's been dead for over a year," Jasmine gasped aloud. 

"Do you know that the night I found out she had died I tried to bargain with God? I told him that we didn't need our child, that he could just bring her back to me and keep our child if I could just have her. I would pray that when I would wake up she would be here and it never happened, but he could keep the child instead. What kind of person attempts to sacrifice an unborn infant, hmm?!" he turned to her his eyes red and shiny with unshed tears. His tortured gaze stared at her until she looked away. 

"The funniest thing is that the drunk driver who killed her and our unborn baby is about to go on parole soon. He plead not guilty by reason of insanity and said he drank because he has PTSD from being in Afghanistan," Ali laughed cruelly. 

"I served this country since I was 19 and the thanks I get is a fucked up war vet who runs over my family because he thinks they were about to kill him with a bomb! Yes Jasmine, I want to make love to you, but tell me what happens next! I won't ever feel anything for you because I'm bitter and fucked up on the inside and have been since I put my pregnant wife in the ground, And don't you fucking pity me because I'm going to leave this godforsaken island soon and go home to my house by my wife's grave," 

Jasmine wiped the tears that were streaming down her face and reached to touch his arm. Ali flinched away. 

"Don't touch me, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking on the last word. 

She grabbed him anyway and pulled him towards her shoulder where he laid his head in silent misery. Jasmine's heart broke, almost wishing he would cry aloud as his silence spoke volumes of his torture. 

"Ali I'm so sorry, I didn't know," Jasmine began her voice choked up. 

"It's not your fault you wanted your wife back and God is not punishing you. You loved your wife and had not yet bonded with your child. But your wife would not want you to live such a half existence. I'm not asking for your affection, I haven't even asked for you physically. But do not think you can live your life like this shutting out all human contact because you can't," she finished passionately. 

Ali looked up and gazed into her beautiful eyes, almost about to say something. He shook his head and stood. 

"Come on its time for us to keep moving so we can eventually head back," he said not meeting her eyes as he walked away. Ali continued walking until Jasmine eventually caught up and they walked in silence. Ali felt oddly comforted now that their feelings were out in the open and that someone understood his burden. Yet he knew that nothing could work between him and Jasmine, because despite how closed off from reality they were on this island, once they left they would go their separate ways. He would go back to his miserable existence of hating his life and she would continue on with her medical careers and live that life he could never seem to catch. In his mind, he pictured Jasmine with someone who wasn't so fucked up emotionally and who not only wanted her physically, but could handle her passionate soul, for he knew he had nothing to offer her. 

*************

By late afternoon they reached a clearing of a large body of water with a large cove behind it. A waterfall 20ft high threw water from its height, where it splashed violently down upon the rocks. Jasmine stared I wonder at the beauty of the scene transfixed by the almost life like water and the blue green depths of the cove. She dropped her sack and jumped in, cooled off by the chilled water. The others soon joined her and she swam closer to the waterfall, until she realized there was an opening behind it. 

"Hey guys, there's a cave over here! Come look," she called as she swam closer. 

They swam towards her and she stepped upon the rocks out of the water and slowly walked towards the waterfall. Cautious of the forceful torrents falling from above, she walked behind the curtain of water into the dimly lit cave. Unable to see she walked back out towards the group. 

"It's dark in there, yet it's dry and slightly warm," she said as she swam back to the shore. 

"We can make a torch and go inside," Luis said, hopping behind her. 

He walked towards the edge of the trees and grabbed a handful of thick sticks and dry grass stalks. He tied the dried stalks together then wove them around the ends of the bundle of sticks. He and Jasmine swam back to Ali and Bianca carrying the torch high above the water to not get it wet. Jasmine and Ali climbed upon the rocks and walked into the cave, with Bianca and Luis following. They stood in darkness while Luis fumbled with his satchel to grab his flint rock. Lighting the fire, Luis waved it in the air and illuminated the cave. 

The group was immediately blinded by bright light as the fire shone upon glassy surfaces all around them. Once their eyes adjusted they noticed the crystals covering the walls and ceilings in all arrays of colors. Their sharp edges and jagged side contrasted harshly with the beauty of their colors. From the glossamer shine of butterfly wings to the iridescence of the aura borealis the crystals covered almost every surface of the cave.

Bianca walked forward a reached her hand out before Ali yelled out, "Stop! Don't touch them!"

"Why not?" her voice petulant in annoyance. 

"We don't know how fragile these are they might break, and they look like they've never been touched by human hands before," he responded walking towards her and looking at them closely. 

"How about we take some back with..," Bianca was cut off from the sounder of thunder rumbling outside. They walked back towards the edge of the cave and looked at the sky as small raindrops plattered the ground. 

"Shit we have to get our stuff," Jasmine said and she rushed out of the cave. 

Everyone except Bianca left the cave to grab their things, with Jasmine grabbing Bianca's. They also grabbed dry firewood before it became soaked. They ran back inside the cave just as the rain began to beat down upon them. 

"Here's your stuff, princess," Jasmine said as she shoved Bianca's things toward her. 

"What's up your butt, everyone didn't need to get wet if you two went out. Plus who was going to hold the torch if I didn't?" Bianca said smug with her logic. 

"Whatever Bianca, were stuck in this cave and you're worried about getting wet as if you didn't just swim over here," Jasmine huffed. 

Bianca rolled her eyes when Jasmine snatched the torch from her hands and walked farther into the cave with it. As she walked she marveled at the vast array of sizes of crystals, some as large as her jutting from the walls. Turning a corner she came upon an in ground pool, as wide as a hot tub with steam billowing from the surface. Setting the torch in between a crevice she stuck her foot inside the pool and moaned aloud as the heat chilled her cold body. 

Acting on impulse she slid inside thinking she would touch the bottom, yet slipping under the surface as her feet failed to connect with the ground. Raising her head above water she spit out water and coughed, then slipped under the water again. Opening her eyes she noticed the pool had an underwater tunnel that went beneath her then curved. She tried to swim towards it yet the water became hotter and she swam back to the surface for air. 

Leaving the pool she walked back towards the others, then plopped on the ground and began to wring out her wet hair. Still mad at Bianca she kept silent about the hot pool she found and noticed Ali wrapping a cloth around Luis's calf. 

"What happened," she asked as she still wrung her hair out. 

"I cut myself on the rock. I was climbing too fast," he replied his face scrunched up in pain. 

"Let me see it," Jasmine said walking towards them. 

"Here comes Miss Doctor again," Bianca spat under her breath. 

Jasmine resisted the urge to kick her in the head and turned back to luis. She unwrapped the cloth and had to keep her face neutral as she surveyed the deep gaping wound that was weeping blood profusely. She shared a look with Ali then stood. 

"What's wrong with my leg?" Luis asked, panic in his voice. 

"Nothing we just need to close it fast," Ali said before Jasmine could speak. 

"Bianca, look in my tool kit and grab my sharpened stick and twine please, and Jasmine could you start a fire," 

"Ugh, I was about to take a nap, his leg is fine just wrap it," Bianca moaned. 

"Do it, NOW," Ali said his voice brokering no refusal. 

Bianca looked at him, then smiled thinly and said, "Of course." 

Once the fire was started, Ali took the stick and stuck the point into the fire until it was white hot. 

"Ok Luis, this will hurt I'm sorry but you must be still," Ali said laying a calming hand on his shoulder. 

Luis looked around panicky, then gestured for Jasmine. 

"Senorita please hold my arm so I won't move," he begged fear making him pale. 

Jasmine rushed to him and grabbed his arm, and laced her fingers with his. Ali look at their hands briefly, then set about sewing him up. 

"Aaaargh!!" Luis screamed, his face sweaty with trying not to shake as Ali pushed the hot tip of his pick through the skin to make a hole. He continued to do this several times while Luis screamed in agony. After all the holes were made on each side of the wound, Ali took the twine and began to thread it through them, yanking on them to pull it closed. Jasmine stroked his hair and held his hand, even as he crushed hers in his grip. 

Once they were done Ali wrapped his leg with the cloth and stood. Jasmine walked over to him, a concerned look on her face. 

"We can't leave now, at least for a few days, no one is strong enough to carry him all the way back to the beach, and it's raining," she said, her forehead wrinkling in worry. 

"I know, we just need to eat what we have, then when it stops raining you and I can go look for food tomorrow. Trust me, Bianca will be of no help in this," he said bitterly. 

Ok well it's getting late and we need to sleep by the fire," Jasmine said and laid down to fall asleep. 

"I'll keep watch over him just go to sleep," Ali said to Bianca and Jasmine. 



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The next morning, the sun filtered into the cave through the water and Jasmine opened her eyes to see Ali hovering over Luis. She rose and walked over there, to see Luis muttering in his sleep and sweating profusely. 

"He has a fever, just keep him by the fire and watch his leg for infection. I'm going to search for more food, I'll be back," Jasmine called out and left the cave.  

After one hour of gathering as much fruits and bird eggs as she could she walked back to the cave, optimistic of their situation. She climbed upon the rocks and stopped as she heard Bianca's voice. 

"C'mon Ali what's so bad about it. It's just for a little fun. Jasmine won't be back for another half hour or so we can just mess around real quick,"

"Bianca, get off me, stop playing your little games," 

"I know you don't want that black piece of tail, I mean she's pretty and all, but she's black!" 

"Bianca, I said..," Ali looked up to see Jasmine standing in the cave opening. 

She calmly walked by the fire to set the food down as Bianca jumped up and readjusted her clothing which was barely there to begin with. Bianca, thinking Jasmine hadn't heard much, grabbed a piece of fruit as if nothing had happened. 

WHAM! Jasmine fist connected with Bianca's face and Jasmine grabbed her hair with her other hand and yanked hard. Bianca screamed, which cause Luis to wake up and start muttering incoherently. Ali jumped up and grabbed Jasmine, and Bianca snuck in a quick slap while Jasmine couldn't move. Ali let Jasmine go out of surprise and she sprang after Bianca who ran towards the entrance. Before Jasmine could catch her she jumped down into the water and swam to shore. Once she reached shore she looked back to see if Jasmine was chasing her and when she wasn't she yelled, "You stupid fucking cunt! You gave me a fucking black eye!" 

Ali came out and yelled for Bianca, "Stop, Bianca, you don't know where you're going." 

Bianca kept walking and Jasmine turned her back and walked back into the cave and began cooking the eggs on the heated rocks. 

"So you don't care that she left," Ali asked, shocked by her calmness. 

"If that stupid bitch wants to walk in the jungle by herself with barely any clothes on or shoes, then let her, I don't give a fuck," Jasmine said, her voice hard. 

Ali sat down next to her and they began to eat. 

Once they were finished, Jasmine jumped up and grabbed some bark from her bag. 

"I found this willow bark, which when it is boiled Luis can drink as a tea and it will help with swelling and inflammation," she said, then began to make it. 

Once finished she helped Luis sip it then relaxed by the fire. 

They stayed like that for a few hours, occasionally taking turns feeding Luis as he laid in a feverish daze. Suddenly Jasmine remembered something. 

"Hey come here I wanted to show you something. Luis is sleep so he can stay her for a while," she said and began walking towards the back of the cave. As they turned the bend they came upon the hot pool and Ali groaned at the sight of it. 

"Oh my god, I haven't had a hot bath in years," he said grinning. Jasmine giggled then turned to leave so he could bathe. 

"No wait, stay. I mean you can go first and I'll look away while you get in,"

Jasmine turned around, surprised, yet didn't say anything and began to undress with his back turned. Ali cock stirred as he heard her clothes hit the ground, then her sultry moan as she slid into the water. 




Castaway Ch. 06



"You can get in now, I mean it's big enough for the both of us and were both adults. It's like a sauna." She said, keeping her voice light. 

He turned around and swallowed at the sight of her, her hair slicked back and the steam rolling off her toffee colored skin. She leaned against the edge of the pool, her body fully submerged under the water. 

"Turn around," his voice came out raspy and she complied turning to look at the wall as he dropped his clothes and slid in. 

They face each other, Jasmine with one arm crossing her chest and the other holding on the ledge. They both kicked their feet to stay afloat in the deep water. Finally relaxed, Ali closed his eyes, lulled by the lapping motions of the water. He opened his eyes suddenly as water splashed on his face water. 

"Sorry, I was just trying to swim down again," Jasmine sheepishly apologized. 

"What's down there?" He asked. 

"I don't know, but it's like a tunnel and it gets hotter the farther down we go,"

Ali tried to swim down as far as possible, yet came back up for air soon after. 

"Yea it's hot as hell down there, but I think I could try. They taught us how to hold our breath for long periods of time in military training," Ali said as he leaned against the edge of the pool. 

"Really, why did you join the army?" 

"I was young, and didn't want to go to college. My dad didn't want me lazing around the house so I just went and joined," Ali said shrugging his shoulders. "Why did you want to be a doctor?"

"I came from poverty and for me staying in it was not an option. I went to college, made good grades, and fell in love with science. I didn't want to go to graduate school so I decided to go into medicine and have loved it ever since." 

They sat in silence until Ali began to climb out of the pool. 

"Hey no peeking," he said. 

Jasmine laughed and climbed out after him when he turned his back. She turned away and began to fix her clothes. Ali turned around to say something, and his mouth went dry at the sight of her naked back, and watched a drop of water slid down from her wet curly hair to her butt, where it slowly dripped off. 

Jasmine turned around once her clothes were on and stopped when see seen Ali standing there, looking at her with naked lust. She looked down and tried to walk past him, but he stopped her by stepping in front of her. 

"I don't understand what you want from me," 

"I don't know either, but I do want you Jasmine," 

She looked at him in his eyes searching for something, then walked past him to go back to their fire in the front of the cave. Ali followed minutes later and they both laid down and went to sleep. 

********** 

Jasmine was roughly shaken awake and she opened her eyes to see a panicked Ali packing up his stuff. 

"What's going on?" 

"Bianca didn't come back last night."



Castaway Ch. 07



First of all let me say, I am so so so sorry for taking so long to update this story. I have had the craziest semester of school, I've been studying for the MCAT, and just got through a bad break up. Thank you for all the positive encouragement to keep writing because I literally almost gave up. I love you guys, (even the trolls) so enjoy. *I am also working on the new chapters for the others stories as we speak!* 

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"BIANCA!!!" Jasmine yelled as she trudged through the jungle. Ali followed closely behind her as they cut a swath through the trees and vines, yelling hopelessly into the morning air. 

"Ughh, where the fuck is this bitch!" Jasmine huffed out loud. 

"I don't know but she is being a real pain in the ass right now," Ali replied back after swatting a mosquito on his arm. 

They continued on for two more hours, walking a 1 mile radius around Luis and the cave. Jasmine turned back to look at Ali and noticed the sweat dripping down his torso, his muscles straining to hold his bag while cutting down vines. She looked away as her thoughts turned erotic. 

Ali didn't miss the heat in her eyes, and chuckled to himself. 

She can act like it doesn't affect all she wants, but we both know the truth, he thought amusedly as he watched her walk ahead. 

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Back at the cave Luis lay down in a fevered slumber, his mind going in and out of consciousness. As he lay there he heard voices, one of them drawing closer to him. Cracking open his eyes, he squinted as someone stood over him. 

"B..Bian..," He began before a hand was roughly pushed over his mouth. 

"Shh..I just need to get some food," the voice came out all mumbled to his fevered brain. 

Luis tried in vain to keep his eyes open as he watched the intruder riffle through their food stash. Running back to the lip of the cave, the intruder stopped, then turned around back towards the crystals. 

Luis could vaguely hear muttering and a large crack sound as the intruder yanked a large emerald crystal from the wall. His eyes rolling back into his head, Luis was asleep by the time the intruder slipped quietly back into the water and ran into the forest once on shore. 

*************************** 

Ali and Jasmine arrived back to the cave deep in thought as to the whereabouts of Bianca. Once the climbed behind the waterfall, Ali noticed the mess, and began search the bag. 

"NO NO NO! Our food is gone!" he yelled, making Jasmine jump. 

"Ali, just wait, hold on," she said as he rushed towards Luis. She caught him and pulled him back and Luis started to wake up. 

"What the fuck did you do motherfucker! Huh?! You ate all our fucking FOOD!"

Luis struggled to sit up, his arm weakly pushing against the floor as he stared around dazedly. 

"Ali, just calm down, we need to figure out what happened," 

"No, this Spanish motherfucker has been milking that fever shit all day, and the second we leave he eats all the food that we got," Ali yelled, before pushing Jasmine off him and grabbing Luis by the throat. 

"Ali! Put him down, just wait and see what he says," Jasmine pleaded to Ali, pulling on his arm to let Luis go. 

Ali roughly dropped Luis, opening his stitches. 

"Talk," he said harshly as Luis coughed. 

Luis turned to Jasmine, "Senorita, I swear, I haven't eaten anything, I've been sleep the whole time. If I ate all the food, where would I have put the fruit peels? I am too weak to walk, much less hide all the evidence!" he exclaimed weakly before coughing again. 

"Ali I think he's right. He couldn't have eaten all of it, there's three days' worth of food we had," 

"Then what happened, you mean something just walked in here and took it all," Ali said looking at Luis with suspicion. 

"No not something. Someone." 

They all got quiet as the implications of that set in. 

Jasmine spoke first, "We need to move. Now. Whether it was a person or an animal our location is not safe anymore and we can't risk this happening while we're all sleep and defenseless," 

"Ali but first, you need to apologize to Luis, this was not his fault," Jasmine said, looking at him sternly. 

Ali turned to Luis and said, "Look man, I'm sorry I grabbed you like that, we're all in a tough spot right now and I jumped to conclusions," he finished as he held his hand out to Luis. 

Luis hit his hand away.

"You think I know you don't like me. You got some big cajones giving me that fake apology when you really just want me gone, so you can have la senorita to yourself. I just want to leave this place and not die and you just want to flex your cock like a rooster!" 

"Hey!!" Jasmine yelled quieting everyone before Ali could reply. 

"I don't give a FUCK about either of your egos right now! I need to re-stitch this leg and Ali you need to pack everything so we can go. Or I will leave you both here to fend for your fucking selves!" 

Jasmine yelled and turned to Luis to look at his leg. Luis looked up at Ali as Jasmine was bent over him and made a chicken face at him. Ali flexed his fist and turned away. He counted to 5 then began packing everything. 

Within an hour everything was packed and they set out, Jasmine and Ali taking turns helping Ali walk. 

The sun was past the midway point in the sky as they walked hurriedly, trying to reach the beach before it set below the trees. 

************** 

They finally reached camp and collectively released a sigh of relief. After settling in, Jasmine went to start the fire and cook some fish they had caught on the way home. Ali took Luis into the hut and not so gently laid him down. Leaving Luis gasping in pain he walked back out and sat near Jasmine. 

She ignored him as he stared at her, entranced by the fire light dancing across her honey skin. Once she was finished she abruptly stood and rolled some fish in a leaf and took some to Luis, Leaving Ali outside sitting alone. 

She came back out and sat across from him and began to eat. 

"So you're mad at me. What now?!" he asked incredulously. 

She finished chewing then sat back and looked him, her eyes boring into his skin. 

"You have anger issues, you know that. Not everyone is your enemy," she said calmly as she watched his face for a reaction. 

He tried to keep his face smooth, yet failed and his jaw clenched and he looked away. 

"That's exactly what I'm talking about. The way you attacked Luis was disturbing to say the least, when logically there was no way he could have eaten all the food I mean come on," 

"What do you want me to say Jasmine, I mean our camp was a total disaster, and he's sitting there with this 'I dunno' look on his face," 

"Well most people do have that look on their face when they don't have a clue what is going on," she replied sarcastically. 

She huffed, "look I'm not mad I'm just exhausted alright. Today was crazy and you just go off the deep end so fast it's dizzying," 

He was quiet for a while as he considered her words. 

"I remember back when I was in the army they used to call me Sargent hothead, I mean it was something I was known for and people liked it," he said while laughing. 

"I would go off on the subordinated over the littlest thing and all the other officers thought it was so funny because the new ones would piss their pants. I never really saw my behavior as bad, it's just how I've always been," he replied honestly. 

She cracked a small smile before replying,"That doesn't make it right. Also do you want to die of a heart attack, because that's what's going to happen, I can diagnose you just by looking at you," she flirted. 

Ali felt a slow smile creep on his face. 

"Well doctor, see there's this pain I keep having right here in my chest, it's like... just come here and I'll show you," 

Jasmine slowly walked over to him and knelt over legs, facing him and she sat on his lap. 

"You see Doc," he said as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his heart. 

"I get this funny feeling whenever this girl comes around. It's like something is thumping in my chest and I thought I would never have that feeling again. It only beats when I can see her, or smell her curly hair or look at her luscious body, I don't know what to do," Ali finished as he looked into her eyes, and leaned forward and kissed her. 

His hands roamed up her back into her hair and brought her closer to him, while his other hand grabbed her ass and squeezed. She came up for air gasping from the heat of him and smiled, her heart thumping from his words. 

She reached down between them and almost touched him, before he caught her hand. 

"No, not tonight. Tonight I just want to hold you and sleep," he said before kissing her again. Their mouths dueled for dominance, as she tried to persuade him further, yet ultimately she submitted and turned down on the sand in front of the fire to be cuddled from behind. They lay like that for hours, their breaths in tandem until the waves sang them to sleep. 

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1500 kilometers away on the other side of the beach, Bianca awoke to a sharp pain on her foot. Squinting in the pre-dawn sunlight she looked down, and screamed as she tried to fling the crab away that had gotten hold of her. She stood and hopped on one foot, until eventually the crab let go and limped away. Shaking herself she cursed, then got quiet as she heard an odd sound. 

VRRRROOOOM

Excitement shook her whole body as she heard an engine go off in the distance. Looking out to sea she faintly saw a boat in the distance rushing towards the island. Jumping up and down she began screaming for help, then became dismayed as they stopped 100 yards from shore. She could tell they were watching her with binoculars, trying to see if it were safe. Thinking fast she took off her shirt and began jumping again, he breast flinging in every direction. 

Almost immediately the engine started back up and they came closer to shore and Bianca jumped in the water to swim towards them. 

To be continued...



Castaway Siblings



Copyright Sethp 2008 all rights reserved

It was horrible. From the moment they saw the flames and smoke through the window of the small aircraft, Beth and Brad's life had been a continuous series of one horrific moment after another. First there was the violent splash down into the ocean, the frantic struggle to get the door over the wing open before the plane sank, and finally the draining hours spent in panic and confusion as they made their way to a small island off in the distance. 

As soon as they had arrived at the beach and crawled out of the reach of the waves, they had both collapsed. They lay there completely spent and unable to move. Beth had no idea how long she and her brother had lain there. They had both actually fallen asleep; the physical and emotional trauma taking its toll on them.

Beth sat up looking over at her still sleeping brother, Brad. He had saved their lives with his strength and swift actions during the crash. The only other people on the plane, the pilot and co-pilot, had perished upon impact leaving Beth and her brother alone. She had seen the Island from up in the air. The pilot had circled it as he tried to keep control of the aircraft.

She knew that they were miles away from anywhere, and that this was one of hundreds of atolls in the Pacific Ocean, uninhabited and probably nothing more than a dot on the map. Beth heard Brad stirring and walked over to him.

"Brad? Can you hear me? Are you ok?" She asked quietly kneeling down at his side. She adored him and couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to her hero.

"I think so, sis." He answered groggily. "Just a little banged up is all. How are you?" 

"I'll live. I'm really ok. How long do you think before they send someone out, and before they find us?" Beth asked. "I'm sure the pilots sent out an SOS didn't they? Are we really going to be ok?" 

"Do you trust me?" He asked her.

"I trust you completely," she responded.

"Then everything will be ok," he said reassuringly, smiling at his sister.

"I'm sure that there is a search party headed our way right now." Brad tried to look hopeful. "But everything happened so fast, I just don't know and we're pretty far out here," he continued, "Let's just assume, that it will take them a few days to find and reach us."

"In that case, we'll need some shelter and some water and some food." Beth replied, trying her best to remain positive.

"Hey I see I'm not the only one who watches the Discovery Channel!" Brad laughed, the tension already starting to melt away as they formed a plan of action. "Let's head into the jungle a little bit and over towards that ridge, I want to see if we can't find some water first," he said.

Brad and Beth moved into the interior of the island and away from the beach, until they came across a small stream of water that was coming from the general direction of the ridge that Brad had seen earlier. They had found some fresh water, at least, and that was the most pressing issue. They could survive with water. They continued towards the ridge, discovering that it was easily accessible with a flat clearing under an outcropping of rocks. This would provide plenty of shelter for the next couple of days if needed; they had also noticed some coconut trees by the beach. It wasn't the Hilton but they would manage. 

Brad and Beth had always been close. They were the best of friends growing up; this flight down to American Samoa to visit their parents was going to be the longest that they had seen each other since going off to separate colleges. Brad was two years older than Beth and she had always adored him. She missed him terribly when he went off to college. Their parents were professors at the University of Michigan and had been working their summers in Samoa for few years. Brad and Beth had never been there and this was supposed to have been an amazing vacation for the whole family. The best part was that she finally got to spend some time with her brother. She would never admit to anyone, but she had always had a crush on him.

"Well I have my wish now don't I?" Beth thought to herself. "Quality time with my brother at last." 

The weather was beautiful and they had found enough shelter, food and water to make the time go by in comfort. Neither of them had been injured in the crash and despite the grief they felt for the two pilots, they were in pretty good spirits.

As the second day started turning into night, Beth was starting to get concerned. "Brad, are you sure they will be able to find us?" she asked.

"Of course they will sis," he answered her confidently. "This isn't the movies. They knew our flight path and they have sophisticated tracking equipment these days. It will just take a little longer than I thought at first. Remember there are a lot of islands out here, we'll just have to be patient."

"Ok, if you insist," Beth responded, "you know I trust you completely. " She smiled at him as they made their way up to the ridge and the shelter they had made for themselves. It was actually pretty comfortable. 

Brad had been wrong about a quick rescue, and two days quickly turned into two weeks. They had found some other food besides coconuts and Brad had even caught a few fish for them to eat. They were both a little tense and unsure of their situation but they were holding on pretty well.

It was in the middle of the night near the end of the third week when Beth awoke from a very erotic dream. As in every one of the erotic dreams of the last few nights, her brother was playing the starring role. She was embarrassed that she couldn't get him out of her mind. Sure she had always had a crush on him, but he was still her brother. 

She was feeling pretty needy. She had a very active sex life with her boyfriend at college and for the vacation she had packed a vibrator to keep her satisfied, but these three weeks without sex were starting to take a toll on her. She looked over at the other side of the clearing where Brad usually slept but he wasn't there. He probably had to relieve himself, she thought, but when he didn't return for a few minutes Beth decided to go and investigate.

She walked silently down the path toward the beach. As Beth got closer, she heard the relaxing sound of the ocean, and something else. It sounded like grunting and someone quietly calling her name. When Beth finally stood at the threshold of the beach, she could see her brother standing there naked and facing the ocean. There was no mistaking what he was doing. He was stroking his cock with his head leaning back. Beth wondered who he was thinking about. She knew it was wrong to watch him there on the beach but, she was unable to take her eyes off of the intensely erotic sight before her.

"Oh Beth," he moaned quietly, "I've always wanted you. Yeah...that's it."

Beth couldn't believe her ears. Her own brother was masturbating and thinking about her and expressing that he'd felt this way for a long time. A tear streamed down Beth's cheek. She quietly removed all of her clothes and then walked silently over to her brother, gently touching his shoulder.

Brad lurched forward and then spun around releasing his cock as he did so almost falling over in the process. He was so surprised and embarrassed that he couldn't say a word. Standing there with his mouth open, his eyes roamed over his sister's naked body in the moonlight.

Beth closed the distance between them.

"I. . .I didn't mean anything it's. . ." Brad sputtered; he tried to cover his uncooperative cock with his hands as his face turned red.

"Don't say anything." Beth reassured him as she placed her lips on his and pressed her body against him. Brad responded passionately and moaned as his sister placed her hands on his cock.

Beth pulled back, breaking their passionate embrace and they both stared at each other hungrily, panting hard. That's when Beth dropped to her knees in the sand and took her brother into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down the length of his cock. She could feel him tense up and pulled away. She wanted him to cum inside her tonight. 

She pulled him down on top of her as she lay back on the beach; only the sound of the waves breaking on the shore and their breathing interrupted the night. "I want you to cum inside of me," she said, "I've never wanted anything so badly in my life."

Brad pushed the tip of his head into his sister's pussy. She was so warm and so wet. Beth gasped as Brad entered her. He was so large. Brad leaned forward mashing his mouth against Beth's as he started to fuck her. He thrust into her with long hard strokes. She wrapped her legs around Brad's waist as she started to cum. Her whole body shook and she was afraid she would crush him with her legs since she was squeezing so hard. Brad's own orgasm wasn't far behind. Beth felt his body tense and heard him groan just before he shot his entire load inside of her.

He kept his cock inside of her after cumming and the siblings gazed into each other's eyes.

"I love you." Beth said, almost apologetically as a tear once again made its way down her face.

"I can't believe we did this," Brad responded. "I'm not ashamed; I don't know what I feel. I love you too." 

Brad started sliding his still hard cock in and out of his sister's pussy again. She couldn't believe that he didn't need to recover after that. With the waves lapping at their feet, brother and sister started fucking again. It was primitive and urgent. Brad leaned his head down and sucked one of his sister's nipples into his mouth, clamping down hard with his teeth. Beth moaned in pleasure. She had very sensitive nipples and this was driving her over the edge as she started to cum again around his cock. Brad never stopped fucking her as she came in waves. When her orgasm had subsided, Brad pulled his cock out with a wet plop and offered it to Beth. She leaned forward letting him slide it into her mouth as she sucked him off, tasting herself on his magnificent cock. He started to cum and she swallowed it all.

Brad collapsed beside her and they held each other on the beach. 

The next morning Beth awoke to the sounds of waves crashing on the beach. They had slept together on the beach all night. She was in love with her brother. She didn't care if they ever got rescued.

Beth looked around and saw Brad swimming in the ocean. It was his favorite way to wake up in the morning. He had done that the first morning on the island and every day afterward. All Beth could think of was how much she wanted to please him. Nothing else mattered.

She stood up and walked into the water to be with her brother. Brad saw her approaching and came further into shore, meeting up with Beth and pulling her close to him. The kissed passionately and Beth felt his cock harden between their bodies. 

"I'm ready for you. I need you now," she whispered into his ear.

Brad lifted his sister up and impaled her onto his now erect cock. Beth hadn't been lying when she said she was ready. She was sopping wet and he entered her with ease, using his heavily muscled arms to hold her up. The made love like that until they both came in unison half submerged in the ocean.

After that first night and morning of making love, Brad and Beth were insatiable. The weeks had turned into months, and all thoughts of a rescue had been put out of their minds. All they wanted to do was rut like animals. 

It was a morning like any other. Beth had awoken first in the morning. She usually did. She sat up and reaching over to her naked brother, she grasped his semi hard cock in her hand, gently stroking him. He moaned as his eyes opened. 

"Good Morning bro," Beth said leaning towards his cock. She took his hardening member into her mouth and started to suck his cock. She loved the feel of his hard shaft in her mouth and the taste of his precum as it leaked out of the tip. She hungrily lapped it up and continued worshipping her brother's cock with her mouth. She moaned as her lips slid all the way down his cock until her nose was buried in his thick pubic hair, then she pulled back up to coat his swelling cock with her saliva.

She could always sense when he was about to cum and she loved the taste of his ejaculate. He started to erupt into her mouth, filling it with is salty cum. Beth let it pool in her mouth before swallowing it. After swallowing it all, she took her time cleaning his cock thoroughly with her tongue.

Suddenly, Beth's heart jumped as she realized they were not alone! 

Beth pulled her mouth off of her brother's cock and tried to cover herself up with her hands. Her brother's sperm was dribbling down her chin as she opened her mouth in astonishment. "Dad? Mom?" She asked, though her mind had no doubt about the identity of the people on the edge of the clearing.

They both gasped and paled before turning heading back down the path to the beach.

Picturing her parents watching her with Brad's cock buried to the hilt in her mouth, she was horrified.

The two siblings could hear other voices down by the beach. It was the long awaited rescue. Brad and Beth gathered up their clothes as fast as they could and quickly got dressed.

"Beth," Brad approached his sobbing sister, "no matter what happens, or what is said, know that I love you and that I'm not going anywhere. You have nothing to be ashamed of," he stated. "Do you trust me?" he asked as he had that first day on the island.

She did and reached out to hold his hand. Together they walked down toward the beach not knowing what the future would hold only knowing that they had each other and fuck the world or anyone who couldn't understand.

The End

Sethp 2008 



Castaway



Anita kept her distance from me. 

At sunrise, after Anita turned off the light, she came into the kitchen. I was up early, and I made some coffee. When she came in, I greeted her.

"Nice morning," I said, handing her a steaming cup.

"Yeah." She took a drink. I'd put some extra sugar and the last of the cream in it. "You finished the cream, didn't you?" she said.

"Yeah. That's the last of it."

"Well, the boat will be coming soon. Maybe five days, if this weather holds."

"The month went so fast," I said.

"You've kept yourself busy. I admire the way you've done it." Her hand slipped over mine. "Thank you, again. You've been a big help."

She got up and went to bed.

Muriel came out a few minutes later, all sleepy-eyed and scratching her head. She had only a robe on and in the morning light, I could see her lithe body silhouetted through the thin cloth.

"Anita loves the sunrise," she said. 

"I know," I replied, smiling. "She says that the boat will be here in five days."

That night, I was dreaming about the ship again. We were sailing along in calm seas. I was in the wheelhouse, enjoying the cool night air, when an alarm bell went off. I looked around, and the ship evaporated from my dream. But the bell kept ringing. I woke up. It was the alarm for the light. I hopped out of bed, dressed, and ran down the stairs.

The light was out. Muriel was in the lighthouse, struggling to wind up the weights for the old clockwork mechanism that turned the lantern.

I ran in and said, "Which way?" She motioned, of course, clockwise.

"OK, I'll take care of this, you get upstairs and do what you have to do.

I heaved on the crank as hard as I could and the weight, just like the one on a grandfather clock, but bigger was hoisted up the inside of the lighthouse.

Muriel shouted down from above, "OK, that's enough."

I saw the flare of a match and the kerosene light spring to life. It was surprisingly bright.

In a moment, the lamp began to turn and light from a big kerosene lamp made it glow once again. Order, at least for the moment, had been restored.

Anita was lying by the engine, spent.

"I can't get it started. Damn. Shit." She looked really dejected.

"Can I try?" I asked.

"Suit yourself, it doesn't matter anyway. They're going to fire me."

I took her flashlight and inspected the engine, checked the oil, water, and then the fuel tank.

The fuel tank was half full. No problem. Then I checked the dipstick again and inspected it more closely. The bottom was wet, not with fuel, but water.

"You've got water in the fuel. Lots," I said quietly to Anita. 

She just looked at me. She was beat. She must have been struggling with it all night.

"Come on, where do we drain it?"

"Underneath, she said.

I looked underneath and there was a drain, but it was badly rusted. It took us two hours to free it. We did it carefully, gingerly, as flakes of rust fell off it. But we managed to get it open enough for water to drain out. We drained out a lot of water.

Muriel was finally down from the light and Anita told her, "Log that we took twenty gallons of water from the tank."

"They'll fire us for sure if I do that," she replied. She sounded scared.

"I don't care," Anita snapped back. It's that bastard Jesse and his rotten old bunker barge. I've been complaining about it for a year. I'm hoping they'll fire the asshole this time. We've got a witness, which is you." 

I knew him from my days on the Andromeda. He was a slimy son of a bitch and regularly tried to cheat us.

I drained some fuel into a glass jar and swirled it around. I gave Muriel the flashlight. "Put it on the jar," I said. "See the water? If you swirl it, you'll see it. Do that before you let him fill the tank."

Anita had finally pulled herself together.

"You can start the engine now," she told Muriel quietly.

It took a few tries, but coughed into life and after five minutes, it was running smooth.

"When does the fuel barge come?" I asked.

Muriel replied, "In the afternoon."

Anita said, "You can't be seen, especially by him."

"I'll stay inside and you do what I did with that jar."

Muriel went up and extinguished the kerosene lamp and put on the electric light. The light turned silently and its ethereal beam swung around.

The next afternoon, the fuel barge came. 

I hid in the room, but I had a ringside seat. This was going to be interesting, I thought.

Anita looked tired, but she handled everything professionally. She took a sample and swirled it, then said loudly, "I can't take this. Look at all the water."

This had apparently never happened before. Jesse's eyes widened and when the surprise wore off, he came unglued. He started dancing around, cursing and shouting and threatening Anita with the wrench he as carrying until I heard a loud bang. A bullet hit a rock next to the man and whined off into the water.

"YOU MAKE A MOVE TOWARDS HER AND I'LL BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT," shouted Muriel. 

There was a loud click and the sound of the cartridge clattering around on the porch floor, then another very final sounding click as she closed the bolt on another round.

The man froze.

"Come on," he whined, "I didn't mean it."

"Go," said Anita.

He turned and left. I looked down and could see the muzzle of the rifle tracking him.

"You haven't heard the end of this," he yelled at them as he boarded the boat. He untied it from the dock and roared away, nearly swamping the dinghy.

As soon as he was out of sight, I went downstairs. Anita was in the kitchen capping the jar with the fuel in it.

"Evidence," she said. She started to shake.

I held her and she buried her face in my chest and started sobbing. I pulled her tight and rocked her gently. When she calmed down a little, Muriel and I walked her back to the porch and seated her in a chair.

Muriel went inside and returned a minute later, with a glass of a yellowish liquid.

Anita took a sip and then started coughing.

"Where did you get this? You know alcohol is forbidden."

Muriel smiled brightly, "It's in the medicine chest. It's for medicinal reasons. Like now."

Anita downed it neat, then flopped back in the chair. "Write me a draft of the log, will you. I want to make the entry right."

Muriel wrote something up, Anita checked it, and then said, "Put it in the log. Every last word, just like you wrote it. And put that jar in a safe place. I'm going to get some rest."

She was still asleep when Muriel started the generator and turned on the light at dusk.

We sat in the chairs on the porch and watched the light silently turn. It's one thing to be at sea, but it's another to see it right up close. It was hypnotic.

"I want to thank you for your help," she said. "All of it. I know Anita might be a little rough with you, but she's a good woman."

"So are you, Muriel. And a good shot."

She laughed, and then sighed. "You'd better get some rest."

"Good night, Muriel," I said, kissing her on the top of her head.

"Good night, Michael," she replied. She stood up and embraced me and put her head on my shoulder. My whole body sang from her touch. She let me go and I went to my room and was asleep in a minute.

It must have been just before dawn when I heard a knock on my door. The sky was lightening for another balmy tropical day.

"Just a moment," I said. I hopped into my shorts and pulled a shirt over my head, then opened the door.

It was Anita.

"Come down and watch the sun rise with me," she said. "It's going to be a beautiful day and no better way to start it is to greet the sun."

"OK," I said.

We stopped in the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.

I was right behind her when she turned around. She nearly bumped into me.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. She put down her cup and took mine out of my hands. She reached up and put her arms around me. "Kiss me."

It didn't take a second request. I pulled her close and bent down for the sweetest kiss I had ever received. Oh, how she was soft and supple. Her lips were all over my mouth and her tongue probed my mouth. I returned the favor.

She broke, gasping. "Come, we'd better get outside. She took me to the pier. To the east, the sun was just about to peek over the horizon. The clouds above lit up in reds, gold, and purple. This is why I loved the tropics.

We held each other as it moved silently into the sky. A warm breeze ruffled her hair. 

After it rose, Anita took me by the hand and said, "Come." She led me into the storage shed. The bed was made up.

"I haven't had a man in years," she said.

"No worry about that," I replied. I pulled my shirt off and then hers.

She had small round breasts the size of small oranges. They were topped by quarter-sized nipples, dark brown and now fully erect. I leaned over and gave one a suck. She sighed and pulled me to her chest.

She knelt and pulled my pants down. I was already hard. She kissed my cock, licked it and then took it in her mouth and sucked. After a minute, I groaned. "Onto the bed," I said thickly. 

She lay back and pulled off her shorts. I knelt and kissed her on the stomach and then licked my way down through her black, silky fur to the slit.

Anita let out a strangled cry as my tongue found its way between her pink-red lips and encircled her little clit. It was as hard as an eraser. Then I pushed it into the opening of her vagina and licked slowly. After a few moments, she groaned and pushed me away. She whispered, "I want you inside me."

She raised her legs and I knelt on the mattress and entered her slowly, stopping just as I was at the gate. "Knock, knock, can I come in to play?"

She giggled and said, "Yes. Please do."

It took a few strokes to get all the way inside her. She was so tight. Her expression was pure delight as I finally pressed my groin against hers. We began to rock in unison. "Kiss me some more," she whispered. "Oh, oh, it feels so good."

I bent down to kiss her. She responded hungrily, biting my lip, sucking on my tongue. Her breath quickened.

"Oh, I'm so near," she gasped, "Harder."

I moved quicker and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I thrust into her harder, making a slapping noise and she responded by pulling me closer. Her pussy started to move, like some invisible hand. Her chest heaved and turned bright pink she came. "Ahh," she moaned, "I'm there now. Come for me, lover."

"Ah," I gasped. "I'm coming." It was like a flood pouring out of me. My groin pounded as I pumped myself into her. It felt like I'd pumped half my body into her. I collapsed on top of her. She held me tight and I finally, finally, finished.

I rolled off her and pulled her to me.

She played with my hair and said, "I'm sorry for the way I treated you. But when I saw you in that bed the first morning, I nearly melted. I knew I had to stay away from you. Then you were strong last night. I always knew you were strong. You saved us. I don't know what's going to happen when I take you back to Port Anne. You'll have to go up before the Magistrate."

"Relax," I said and kissed her on the forehead. "Everything will be all right."

"You'd better get up and go back inside before we get caught."

"Don't forget to turn off the light."

"Oh," she said. "I almost forgot."

We had a quiet breakfast. I think Muriel knew what we had done.

I spent the rest of the day tidying up. The old place looked good, I thought. There was lots of fresh paint, all the marks around the doors were gone, and the floors gleamed like they'd just been laid.

The evening before the boat came, we cleaned up in the lighthouse and made ready for the inevitable inspection.

Muriel said, "Time for a nice last dinner. We've got one can of that yummy beef left."

I made Shepherd's Pie for dinner. We washed it down with some fruit juice.

After dinner, Anita went upstairs to get ready for bed.

Muriel and I washed the dishes.

Then she said, "You made love to her the other morning, after the light went out, didn't you?"

I nodded, fearful that she'd be jealous.

"No. That's OK." She didn't say that with much conviction.

"I really mean it. Are you jealous?"

"A little," she smiled. "Was she good?"

"Not as good as you are with her."

She went bright red for a moment and I was sure that I had really stepped into it that time.

Then she broke out in a laugh, long, hard, and from the pit of her stomach. "How do you know?" she said when she finally regained control.

"I see you two together. It's all right. Please don't be angry."

"I'm not. I don't own her."

The next morning, I made myself as presentable as I could and I went to my strongbox and pulled out my papers. I also pulled out the money I kept with me. It was a lot, because it not too many places took checks.

The boat came into sight about an hour later. Twenty minutes and they would dock.

They waited by the pier, dressed in their uniforms. The crest on their jackets read "Royal St. Albans Lighthouse Service and had a picture of the lighthouse stitched in the fabric. I stood on the porch.

A man in a uniform jumped off the boat as soon as it docked. He looked familiar, but then again, it was a small island.

Anita approached him and shook his hand.

He glanced at me as Anita started talking to him. The wind carried away the words, but I could tell from her body language that she was nervous. Then Anita said something else and he really looked up at me.

He marched around them and went straight up the path. "Michael," he said grinning, "Heaven and Earth, I though you were dead."

"No. I left the Andromeda some time ago, Captain Reed."

Captain John Reed was the pilot, too, for Port Anne and guided us in whenever we called there on the Andromeda. St. Albans, being as small as it was, meant that government officials needed to wear several hats.

"I'm sorry you wrecked your boat."

"I'm glad I wrecked it here. They've taken good care of me."

"Just so," he said, eyeing me. "You know Anita is my grand niece."

"No, sir," I didn't. "But I do know she's a fine lighthouse keeper and runs a taught ship."

"Probably for the better," he replied. The he grinned again. "A month on an island with two beautiful women. It must have been hard."

"They put me to work, Captain," I replied. "I didn't have time for much else."

He looked around. "I see. Yes, fine job."

"Anita drove me like a slave," I laughed.

Anita and Muriel had caught up with us. Muriel said, "Would you like some lunch? We've got some bully beef stew with carrots and peas, courtesy of Michael."

We sat down for lunch. The boat captain joined us. He was a wizened old man. I'd seen him before in the pilot boat when I was on the Andromeda.

John Reed said a rather elaborate and length grace, giving thanks for my dodging the bullet on the ship and for my safe rescue in the storm, and for a whole host of other things. I think he finally put an end to it when the boat captain's stomach grumbled.

John enquired about my family. I told him my parents had died, and I was alone. When I told him I had my first officer's license, he perked up.

"That's good," he said.

The boat captain smiled and continued eating.

After lunch, Anita, Muriel and John went on an inspection tour. He inspected the house, which was spotless, the grounds, and the light. They took a long time looking at the engine and the fuel tank. By the way Anita was waving her hands, I knew she was telling him about the fuel.

I stayed inside, well out of the way and sat with the boat captain. He didn't say much for a while, then went to the window and peered out.

"You wouldn't be havin' a wee dram, would ye?" he asked in a thick Scottish accent.

"No, this is a lighthouse and alcohol is forbidden."

"Ballocks," he said. He went to the wall next to the cupboard and pushed on it. It sprang open to reveal a small recess, which contained a bottle. It was the same bottle that Muriel had the other night.

I looked at him and burst into laughter. He rinsed out our coffee cups and put a finger's worth in each. He handed me the cup and said, "Cheers, son."

It burned as it went down.

"How have you been, lad?" he asked.

"Fine." Now I recognized him. He was Reginald "Snuffy" Macadams, proprietor of a large restaurant and drinking establishment on the docks in Port Anne. I had been there many a time. "How's your bar doing?"

"It's become something of a burden. I'm getting on in age and am thinkin' about retirin'.

"Soon?"

"In a year or two."

If we have time when we're in Port Anne, I'll stop by."

The three of them returned, finished with the inspection.

"Muriel will be going with you. She's in some kind of trouble."

"I hope it's not because of me," I said.

She shook her head and replied, "Jesse."

Muriel had changed and was carrying a bag full of reports and logs. She didn't look very happy. She and John headed for the boat.

"It's time to say goodbye," Anita said. She gave me a kiss and a hug. 

I met them on the pier with what little worldly belongings I had. 

I boarded the boat and turned to wave as we pulled away. Anita was already gone.

On the way back, Captain Reed tapped me on the shoulder and motioned for me to go up on the bow.

It was a nice day, and the sun sparkled off the blue-green waters. Ahead of us, a couple of dolphins played, leaping out of the water.

He said, "I'm not sure how to ask this, but have you seen anything funny about Muriel and Anita?"

"No, why?"

"There's been talk."

"They both work hard and are good friends," I replied.

"How good?"

"Just friends, as far as I can see."

"You haven't seen anything untoward?"

"No, sir." I knew what he was asking.

"Are you sure?"

"I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary," I replied. I held his gaze as I said that.

"How about this business with Jesse Roberts?"

"I saw everything there."

"He claimed that Muriel shot at him and barely missed. He's showing off a wound on his leg."

"He wasn't hurt. He tripped on the dock when he left."

He blinked and said, "Just so. I supposed Snuffy told you you'll have to go up before the Magistrate."

"Yes."

"Do you have your papers?"

"I do. Passport, birth certificate, and license. I also have a visa."

He smiled. "Good."

At the dock in Port Anne, I was met by the Customs and Immigrations officer. I had dealt with him before, and we greeted each other warmly. I presented my papers and he examined them and found everything in order.

"It's not often a shipwreck survivor has a visa, too."

"I was on my way here," I replied. "It was a devil of a time getting the visa and also getting here."

He laughed. 

"Anything to declare?"

"Just personal belongings and fifteen thousand dollars in cash."

He scowled when I saw that. Drugs were a problem on the island, and fifteen thousand dollars were therefore immediately suspicious.

"What are you planning to do with it?"

"I'm going to deposit it in the Royal Bank," I said. "I already haven an account there."

"Thank you, sir."

Two tall, very proper men were standing patiently nearby. They took Muriel in custody and walked off with her.

There was nothing I could do, so I headed for Snuffy's Island Bar and Grill.

He was behind the bar and waved as I walked in.

"They arrested Muriel," I said.

"That no-good son of a bitch Jesse is pressing charges against her. Assault. Attempted murder."

He poured me a glass of whisky and himself one, too.

"Who is the defense lawyer?" I asked.

"The man at the end of the bar."

He was a sharp looking young man, and so I walked down to have a word with him.

It ended up being dinner in a private room. He grilled me for about four hours, going over everything with a fine-toothed comb. If the court would allow, I would be put on the stand to testify.




Castaway



The next morning, they came for me and took me to the courthouse. It was a small building left over from colonial days, and like the colonial days, wasn't air-conditioned. It was hot. I was glad all I had to wear were shorts, a T-shirt, and flip-flops. 

In the courtroom, I was instructed to sit on the witness bench. Muriel was led a few minutes later, but sat in the dock.

Ten minutes later, a man, dressed in robes, wearing a wig, walked up and took a seat behind the judge's bench.

The assistant struck the floor with his staff and called us to order in the name of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth the second.

The judge put on some glasses and read the paper before him.

"Well, Muriel," he said, "You're charged with assault and attempted murder. What do you have to say?"

She was shaking with fear, but said clearly, "Not guilty, your Lordship."

"I see you have your defense attorney with you," he said.

"Yes, your Lordship," said the man. He stood and bowed to the judge. Then he walked up and presented the bailiff with a note. It was passed on to the judge.

"Good heavens, its Michael Novak," he exclaimed. "What the devil are you doing here?"

"I've been asked to be a witness, your Lordship."

"Very well," he said.

"Get on with it, Rodger," he said to the prosecutor.

The prosecutor put Jesse on the stand and proceeded to paint a very black picture of Muriel, stating that she waved the gun right in his face and tried to shoot him and all that.

The jury, which looked like they'd just been rounded up from the street didn't look very happy.

When he finished, the judge asked whether the prosecutor had the weapon in question. Of course he didn't, it was on the island for defense purposes.

"If it's the same gun as was there when I was a boy, it's left over from the Great War," said the judge. "Any other witnesses?"

"No, your Lordship, said the prosecutor.

"Well, it's your turn," Mister Anderson.

The defense lawyer stood up and said, "I would like to call a witness, if you please, your Lordship."

"I suppose you mean Mister Novak."

"Yes, your Lordship," said the defense attorney.

"I have a few questions for him, first. Mister Novak, how the hell did you get on that island?"

I stood up and replied, "My boat was wrecked during the storm. Muriel and Anita rescued me from the surf and nursed me back to health."

Jesse practically jumped up and down with glee, "See, I told you there was somebody else. He's the son of a bitch from the Andromeda. They've been gunning for me all along."

The judge said mildly, "The Andromeda has been sunk for two years now. There weren't any survivors. Next time I hear a peep out of you, I'll have you in irons in the basement of this wretched building." It was getting hotter in the courtroom and the 18th century dress he had to wear was not improving his attitude. He wanted this over with as fast as legally possible.

"Please go on, Mister Novak."

The defense lawyer had an elaborate line of questioning planned, but that was obviously not wise at that point. It was well over a hundred degrees in the courtroom, so the questioning was short and to the point.

Was I there? I answered yes.

What was the reason for the conflict? I told the court that the fuel that Jesse was going to provide was laced with water and I had not doubt in my mind that it wasn't the first time. I told him that he tried the same trick on us when I was on the ship. 

Did Jesse threaten Anita? I answered yes, with a big, rusty wrench.

Did Miss Muriel Adams fire the gun at him? I replied that if she did, he would be dead. She was on the porch of the house and only twenty yards away.

"I see," said the judge. "What then?"

"He left in a rage, your Lordship," I replied.

"Anything else?"

"No, your Lordship."

He looked relieved. "Well, anything more from the prosecution or the defense?"

"No, your Lordship," they said as one. They, too, were in heavy clothes and wigs.

The jury was sent out to deliberate and was back in five minutes. The verdict was not guilty.

After the court adjourned, I paid the defense lawyer and bid him farewell.

Muriel went shopping.

I waited for the judge, Hiram Wallingford, to join me at Snuffy's.

"I haven't seen you in ages," he said as we took a table. "Why did you leave the ship?"

It was getting too tense between the Master and Chief Engineer. Each of them tried to enlist me to get the other off the boat. I didn't want to be a part of it. I took my money and bought the boat. The rest is in the Royal Bank down the street."

"What will you do now?"

John Reed said, "I need someone on Barracoon Light. Two isn't enough with the antique machinery."

We'd discussed that on the boat.

"I'd like to apply for the job."

John pulled out the application form, which was already filled out, and I signed it.

"Stand up, and raise your right hand," he said. "Hiram, you can witness it."

So he swore me in as an apprentice lighthouse keeper. My orders were already cut and he handed me two copies. "One for you, and one for Anita," he said. "Now, how about a drink?"

Muriel knew where to find me. She'd finished everything and was ready to go.

"Well," she said, "I'm not sure how to thank you. You were a great help on the island. I'll miss you."

John cleared his throat. "He's now Anita's apprentice."

She took a step back in surprise.

"As soon as I can get some clothes, I'll be coming with you," I said. "I'll meet you by the boat in an hour."

John had a uniform, which fit, more or less. I went and quickly bought enough to start with. Hopefully, in a month, I could come back and finish my shopping.

Muriel said little on the trip over to the island. I think the day was too much for her, and I think she was worried what Anita would say.

Anita didn't say a lot when I stepped off the boat onto the pier and presented my orders to her. She opened them and looked at me, and then said, "Now you're really mine. Get to work."

As soon as the boat was sufficiently away from the pier, she threw her arms around me and kissed me hard.

"I thought you were gone for good," she said.

"I like it here. It's so peaceful."

I moved the groceries into the kitchen and Muriel began to put them away. 

Then I went out to help Anita. She had some new parts for her engine.

"Did you order these?" she asked.

"Yep. Hopefully, help solve the fuel problem. The Magistrate told me that your friend Jesse is under investigation. I don't think he's going to wiggle out of this one."

Anita smiled. "Go make supper."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied.

After dinner, Muriel went to her room for a bath. Anita followed a few minutes later.

I had finished cleaning up, when Anita called from their room, "Michael, get in here right now."

"Now what?" I thought as I dried my hands.

I knocked and Anita said, "Enter."

I opened the door and saw Muriel standing by the bed. She was wearing a sheer robe. She had a serious expression on her face, anticipation mixed with fear. Anita was behind her. She opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. 

"Come, lover," she said, "And join us."

I dropped the towel and went in.

Muriel put her arms around me and gave me a long kiss. She pushed me onto the bed and pulled off my trousers. 

Anita took off my shirt and whispered in my ear, "Be good to her, Michael. She's a virgin."

I gently pulled Muriel to her feet and pushed her back on the bed. Oh, she was so beautiful! Her skin was light brown, almost golden in appearance and so, so smooth. I had to taste it. I gave her little round tummy a kiss, right below her naval, then a lick. 

She giggled and said, "That tickles." The she tried to push my head away. I moved lower, licking a trail until I met the dense and curly forest of her pubic hair.

Anita had not been idle. She distracted Muriel with a shower of kisses on her face, chin, and lips. Their mouths met and Muriel let out a long, low groan of pleasure. She gasped when my tongue found her pussy. It was already wet and swollen. I spread the lips and found her clit, which was peeking out from under the hood. 

Anita had one of Muriel's breasts in her mouth. 

I continued licking until Muriel arched her back and came with a little cry.

"Oh, please do it to me now," she moaned.

I slid up on the bed and lay on my back. Anita gently guided her astride my hips and then put the tip of my cock inside her. It felt so good that I pushed in a little more. Muriel opened her eyes and smiled at me.

Little by little, I pushed into her and she bore down on me, her tight pussy opened to take me inside. 

She was dripping wet now and her pubic hair was matted with her juices. The smell of sex filled the room.

Anita bent over and started kissing Muriel on the mons, just above the slit. She groaned and arched her back. I put my hands on her hips and guided her as we continued that long, slow erotic dance of love. Without even knowing it, she found the right rhythm and moved against me, grinding her pubic area against me, then lifting off me until I almost came out of her.

Anita was now inflamed, too, and she was kissing Muriel on the hips, ass, and licking the crack between her cheeks. I felt her warm breath on my balls and then her pointed little tongue lick my shaft. I gasped and almost came.

Muriel leaned forward to give me access to those breasts of hers, heavy, pendulous, swinging in time to our movements, nipples hard an swollen like pencil erasers.

I caught a breast with my mouth and gently sucked on the smooth skin of her areola. There was no taste to it, yet it tasted good. I flicked the nipple with my tongue. Her pussy tightened around me. She inhaled sharply with the pleasure of it.

He breathing was coming faster now, I could see her face go slack with concentration. Her hips rolled across my groin, sucking in my cock and letting it out with a wet squishing noise. She started to move faster and Anita moved away and let her drive herself against me. Her head lolled around and her long hair caressed my face.

Then her orgasm broke like a wave on a beach. She arched her back and pushed against me, hard. Her pussy rippled and pulled at my cock. I followed and thrust into her, pushing myself as far inside as I could then I burst, arching my back, my cock pounding, pounding harder than it ever had. I let out a cry and a groan, then fell back on the bed.

"Is it over?" she asked, panting. "Oh, it felt so good." She smiled at me.

I nodded. "Ah, yes. Oh, Muriel. Oh, Anita. I never came like that before."

She climbed off me and then lay down, snuggling against me. Her sweet breath played across my face. Anita moved behind her and we wrapped ourselves around her. 

I fell asleep, like all men do after that kind of exertion.

When I awoke, it was dark. I slipped on my pants and shirt and went outside.

The generator rumbled softly, and the surf washed against the beach. Silently, the light turned around the tower of coral rock, sending its beam seaward flashing out the Morse letter B.

Muriel and Anita were curled up in the chair, watching the light. I took a seat on the porch and laid my head against Muriel's thigh. Her hand came down and stroked my hair.

I was a peace at last. I was home.