Survivor's Guilt

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Disclaimer

For those individuals not of legal age to read this where they live, shame on you!� For those folks who may be offended by this writing, all I can say is caveat lector--you have been warned.� The following is a work of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental, etc., apply here.

Survivor's Guilt, by Rob Morton (M/F, inc, cons, preg)

One

"Mayday!� Mayday!� This is November-One-Three-Niner-Niner-Kilo, on course bearing 221, five-zero miles south-southeast of Angel Island, one-three-zero knots airspeed at flight level eight-five.� We have one engine out and one engine experiencing difficulties.� We're losing altitude.� Mayday!� Mayday!� This is November-One-Three-Niner-Niner-Kilo..."

The plane felt sluggish as it fought to stay in the air.� Even as I sent out the distress call, my eyes scanned the horizon in a desperate search for somewhere safe to ditch the aircraft - but all I could see was mile after mile of deep blue ocean.� Beside me in the right-hand seat sat my wife, Carol, her face showing all the fear and concern that I wasn't.

"Are we going to make it?" she asked, her eyes flicking from me back to the deceptively smooth waters below a few thousand feet below us.

"I don't know, Carol," I said, increasing power on the remaining engine while trying to trim the plane.� "If I can keep the nose up, we'll be okay - but unless I find some place to put this thing down, we're not going to be okay for very long."

I could hear the fear in her voice, just as I was sure she could tell that the stress of our predicament was beginning to get to me.� Even though I was just as scared as she was, I couldn't let it show.� I moved the throttle up just a notch, adjusted the trim once again, and breathed a tiny sigh of relief as the altimeter rose a little.

"Look, I'm going to keep trying to get someone on the radio.� You should go back in the cabin and make sure Chris is strapped in - and you'd better strap in, too."

The color drained out of Carol's face at my suggestion.� "I want to stay here with you," she protested.

"Honey, there's nothing you can do here and you'll be safer back there than up here," I said, the tone of my voice letting her know that the topic wasn't open for discussion.� "Go, baby - please!"� Carol climbed out of the seat as I began my distress call again.� I didn't take the time to look at her because I needed to find some place - any place - to land this plane.

Carol touched me lightly on the shoulder as she made her way to the main cabin to join our 18 year old daughter, Chris.� "Just land the plane, Donny - get us down in one piece."

"Don't worry, I will," I said with an assurance I didn't feel.� I felt bad for Chris; what started out as a graduation present for her was quickly turning into a disaster.

I was totally focused on broadcasting the distress call and keeping the Beechcraft Commander in the air; still, I could hear Carol's comforting words to our daughter over the muted sound of our one remaining engine.

"Are we going to crash?"

"No, honey.� We lost an engine and the other one isn't doing good right now - but your father has it under control."

"That's my girl," I said to the instrument cluster.� I was beginning to think that we had a shot of making it when the Commander's remaining engine suddenly went silent and every warning light came to life on the cluster.� Instinctively, I pulled back on the yoke to gain as much altitude as I could - this plane was going down!

"Carol, brace for a water landing," I yelled over the din of the warning buzzers.� "Mayday!� Mayday!� Any station!� This is November-One-Three-Niner-Niner-Kilo.� We have lost our remaining engine - we are going down.� I say again, we are going down."

The plane shuddered under my hands as I tried to turn it into a glider, my eyes frantically scanning the ocean.� The plane seemed to hang in the air for one brief moment before beginning to descend.� I took what I thought would be one last look through the windscreen in time to see a dark dot on the surface of the ocean.

"Land!� I see land," I cried out.

"Can we make it?" Carol asked.

"Shit, I don't know, but I'm sure as hell going to try," I said, banking the aircraft over and lining up the nose of the plane with the dot.� I busied myself for a few seconds with killing all power to the plane's systems, grabbed the yoke with both hands, keeping one eye on the altimeter and one on the rapidly approaching patch of what I hoped was dry land.� Suddenly my concentration was broken by Carol's appearance in the cockpit.

"I see a beach," she said, holding on to the back of my seat.

"I see it.� What the fuck are you doing up here?� Get back in your seat, woman and let me land this fucking plane!"

"Fuck you, Donny," Carol replied, climbing back into the copilot's seat and placing her hands on the yoke.

"Hard-headed bitch," I muttered.� "Okay, we're getting close!� When I tell you, pull back as hard as you can - we need to keep the nose up if we're going to have a chance!"� I eyed the altimeter carefully as we passed through two thousand feet.

"Ready?" I asked as we quickly went through a thousand feet.� "PULL!"� I could feel something in my left shoulder give as I hauled back on the yoke as hard as I could.� The plane hit the water hard and skipped like a flat stone a couple of times.� Whatever lift I had been counting on with the air cushion went right down the toilet as the plane suddenly pitched down, the nose of the doomed aircraft plunging into the sea.� The impact slammed me forward against the harness and I could feel the plane cart-wheeling.� My head banged hard against the side windows and I could hear the panicked screams of Carol and Chris just before everything went black.

Two

I regained consciousness and noticed several things.� For one, the plane was still intact, although it was partially submerged.� We were taking on water, but not as bad as it could have been under the circumstances.� The next thing I noticed was my wife, who was slumped over the controls.� I unfastened my harness and reached over to pull her upright, choking back a cry of despair at the sight of her ruined face.� That's when I noticed that she hadn't strapped herself in; the impact must have slammed her into the instrument cluster, breaking her neck in the process.

Realizing there was nothing I could do for her, I frantically climbed out of my seat, stumbling my way back to the cabin to find Chris.� She was strapped in, thank God, but out like a light.� The water level was rising faster back here and I knew I had to get us out.� Undoing her seat belt, I shook Chris to bring her around.

"Chris?� Chris!� Baby, we've got to get out of here!� Wake up!"

"Huh?� What happened?" she moaned.

"We crashed.� Now, come on - we've got to get out of here."� I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the seat, making my way to the large container that sat behind one of the seats.� Chris stumbled along behind me.

"Where's Mom?" she asked, trying to look around me into the cockpit as I wrestled with the container.

"Your mother's dead," I said without preamble.� "I don't have time to explain - open the door, but be careful.� The water's really going to rush in."� I felt a moment of fatherly pride replace the grief and shock of Carol's death as Chris moved to the door and unlatched it.� As she did so, I moved the container into position.

"Okay, I'm ready," I said.� "Open the door."

Chris leaned on the handle and the door cracked open, water pouring into the plane.� Putting my shoulder to the container, I shoved as hard as I could, sending both the container and Chris into the ocean while holding on for dear life myself, the resulting backwash grabbed us and served to pull us away from the plane as it sunk beneath the waves, sending my wife to a watery grave.

As heavy as my heart was, I knew I didn't have time to mourn yet - the first order of business was to get out of the water and onto the beach.� I helped Chris onto the top of the container and took a moment to judge our distance from the beach.

"Looks like about a hundred yards or so," I said to my sobbing daughter.� "Just hang in there while I try to guide us onto the beach."

"Mom's dead," was Chris' only reply.� "What happened and why couldn't you save her?"

Placing my hands on the container, I started kicking towards the beach, hoping that the current wouldn't be too strong - and hoping there were no sharks in the area.� "Your mother didn't strap herself in," I began, settling into a steady rhythm.� "I couldn't save her because I had my hands full trying to land the plane before I got knocked out for a moment.� Chris, honey, there wasn't anything I could do."

I could see her nodding as she absorbed my explanation of our last moments of flight.� I continued to kick toward the beach as Chris sat and cried, wondering what I could have done differently to avoid this tragedy - and realizing that whatever I could have thought of, it wouldn't have made a difference.

I was relieved to finally feel sand under my feet; my legs were about to give out on me and I don't know if I could have gone any further.� With Chris' help, we dragged the container onto the beach before plopping down ourselves.� The sun felt deliciously warm after having spent so much time in the water and between that, my minor injuries and the shock of Carol dying, all I wanted to do was close my eyes and sleep for a couple of years.� However, sleep was out of the question for the moment because I had to take stock of our situation.� Using the container to brace myself, I stood on shaky legs and surveyed the immediate area.

"Where are we, Dad?" Carol asked, sitting up and shading her eyes from the sun with her hand.

"I'm not sure, baby," I said as I worked to get the straps off the container and break its waterproof seal.� "All of my maps went down with the plane, but we were about a hundred miles south-southeast of Angel Island when we went down.� We could be anywhere between there and Baker's Isle."

"Baker's Isle - wasn't that where we were going?"

"Yeah," I said, tossing the first strap aside and beginning on the other.� Ron Baker bought an island out here and we were going to spend a couple of weeks with him and Barbara camping out."

"Do you think anyone heard our distress call?" Chris asked, helping me break the seals on the container with a rock.

"I didn't hear anyone respond - but that doesn't mean we weren't heard," I said, giving voice to the one real fear I had during the crisis.

"So, what you're saying is that we might be here for a while, right?"

"Could be," I admitted, the despair in Chris' voice making my heart sink lower than it already was.� "But, we're in pretty good shape, considering."

"What the hell does that mean?"

I looked up at my daughter with a surprised look on my face at her outburst and was rewarded with seeing her cast her eyes downward.

"Sorry, Dad."

"Hmm.� What it means is that for one, we're alive and relatively unhurt.� Two, we're nice and dry for the moment but it's going to get dark soon and we have to find some shelter.� And, we have what's in here," I said as the cover of the container finally popped open.

"What is all this stuff?" Chris asked, peeking under the lid.

"Well, Ron and Barb said that we'd go camping for a few nights so I made sure that we weren't going to be roughing it too much.� What we have here is enough food, water and other stuff to last us for, oh, about a week or so - more if we ration things."� I reached inside the container and wrestled the four-person tent out.

"You might be a lousy pilot," Chris said, coming to help me empty the contents of the container onto the hot sand.� "But you sure know how to plan ahead."

"Thanks - I think," I replied.� I looked up at the nearby stand of trees.� "This looks like a good place to set up camp, don't you think?"

"Whatever you say, Dad."

"Okay, then.� Let's get this stuff up there and get ourselves situated.� Then we can see what we can do about getting our asses rescued."

I picked up the tent and headed for the trees.� Chris followed behind me with a handful of items and, before long, we had set up the campsite.� Chris used the camp stove to fix us something to eat after arguing the point.

"How can you eat at a time like this?"

"One of the survival rules, honey.� We need to eat to get our strength back and, besides, I don't know about you, but I'm hungry enough to eat this tree."

As she busied herself with preparing a meal with the freeze-dried items from the container, I started to examine the radio I had thought to pack.� It wouldn't help us in calling for assistance, but we could listen to the short-wave band to see it anyone was looking for us.� It survived the crash and I had the foresight to have included a couple of eight packs of batteries.� In retrospect, I wish I had thought to pack a flare gun or even a walkie-talkie - but I really hadn't expected to be in this situation in the first place.

We ate in silence, listening to the radio for any signs that a search was on for us.� I was pretty sure the radio on the plane had been working - I just wasn't sure if there was anyone out there who could have heard us.� It was a depressing though and I shoved it to a corner of my mind so I could plan our next few days on whatever island we happened to be on.

Three

I woke early the next morning, silently moving around the tent so I wouldn't wake Chris, who was finally getting some much needed sleep and rest.� She had spent most of the night crying and, even though I had done all I could to comfort her, there wasn't much I could do other than to hold her in my arms and let her cry.

Stepping outside to relieve my bladder, I took in our surroundings.� The repacked container was intact and elevated about twenty feet off the ground using some of the rope I had brought along.� I smiled as I remembered Chris' confusion as I hoisted the container aloft and explained to her that if there were any wild animals on this patch of land, we didn't need them getting into our food.

And, speaking of animals, outside of a few sea birds, I didn't see any.� I realized that it didn't mean there weren't any so I made a note to myself to be on the lookout for them, as well as any poisonous insects or whatever that might be lurking about.� The tide had come in during the night, but we were still high and dry.� Seeing that we were still safe for the moment, I returned to the tent to check on Chris.

I found her sprawled on top of her sleeping bag, her shorts riding up and exposing more of her thighs.� Her T-shirt had ridden up as well, exposing her flat tummy and just a bit of bare breast.� Just watching her like this reminded me of the way her mother used to sleep and I had to mentally slap myself because I realized that my cock was stirring in my pants.

I hurried out of the tent, a little ashamed with myself at having an erection while watching my sleeping daughter.� I went to the backpack I'd left out of the container and removed the compass, watching the needle settle down until it pointed north.� I realized that we might be stuck here for a while and it would be a good thing to scout out the island - or whatever we were on - for additional food and water.� I actually laughed to myself, remembering the hard time Carol used to give me for having been a Boy Scout.� A good thing I was - it would take the kind of skills learned as a Scout to keep us alive until we were rescued.� Getting my bearings, I left a note for Chris and I set off for the east end of the island.

I returned an hour later to find Chris waiting for me.� She had changed into a one-piece swimsuit that left little to the imagination and she was arranging the clothes she wore the day before out on the hot sand to dry.

"You found my note?" I asked as I approached.

"Yeah, although I wasn't happy to wake up and find you gone," she complained.� "What did you find?"� I took a cup of water from her and downed it in a couple of gulps before answering.

"Well, my guess is that this island is about three or four miles long and about a couple of miles wide.� I hiked along the beach for a while before turning to the south and going inland for a few.� I found what looks like a stream flowing back in this direction, so we don't have to worry about water any time soon."

Chris looked at me and frowned.� "You make it sound like we might here longer than a few days."

"We might and we might not," I conceded.� "Regardless of how long we may be here, finding water is important - those four or five gallons in the container aren't going to last forever, you know."

"Find anything else?"

"Something that looks like berries and a few trees with some kind of fruit on it," I said.� Other than that, it looks like we're alone here.� I was going to wait for a while before heading in the other direction; would you like to come with me?"

"I guess so," Chris said without enthusiasm.

"Well, I'd rather not leave you here alone very often because I have no idea what could happen," I retorted.

We spent the next hour in relative silence as we fortified our campsite.� As we worked, I found myself watching Chris' lithe form in the one-piece, noticing how full her breasts were and how nicely they complimented her body - not too big, but more than a mouthful, just like her mother.� At one point, she caught me staring at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" I said sheepishly.

"I've been stared at by boys before, Dad, and I know that look anywhere - you were staring at my boobs, weren't you?"

"I guess I was," I admitted.� "I didn't mean anything by it."� Chris didn't reply but I could tell she was watching me as I hoisted the container back into its leafy perch.� I was really glad when she turned around because it meant I could stand up and rearrange the tremendous hard-on I was sporting.� I looked around for a second then headed off toward the trees.

"Where are you going?� Is it time to leave?"

"No, it's not time yet.� Gotta go pay my water bill, if that's okay with you," I said without turning.

"Oh!� Okay - hurry back!"

I rushed into the thicket of tropical plant life, freeing my cock once out of sight.� It throbbed hotly in my hand, the veins standing out as I tugged at myself quickly, hoping to relieve the incredible pressure in my balls.� Flashes of Carol's naked body zoomed through my mind as I jerked myself off and I reveled in the memory of her sucking my cock the night before we took off.� I could feel myself getting close to erupting and just as I got to the point of no return, I was shocked to realize that visions of a naked Chris had replaced those of Carol!

"Oh, God," I moaned as my seed erupted onto the nearby leaves, each spurt sending wave after wave of guilty pleasure through me.� Just as the last few drops flowed out of me, I heard the rustle of leaves behind me.� Flushed with the sensations left behind from my recent release and a little panic, I stuffed my limp meat back into my pants just before Chris bounded into the area.

"Hey!� What's taking you so long?" she asked as she approached me.

"I wasn't aware that I was taking too long," I said, trying to keep my voice cool and even.� "You can't rush these things, you know."

"Whatever.� C'mon, let's get to exploring while we still have some light.� I've got some water and something to snack on while we're walking."

"Okay, okay - keep your pants on," I grumbled, noticing she had changed from her swimsuit into something more suitable for walking.� "Did you bring the lantern?� Good - let's roll."

Chris took off in the direction I indicated, setting a quick pace.� I trundled along behind her, barely paying attention to where we were going.� Instead, my thoughts were on those last few moments before I lost my load; why was I having those kinds of thoughts about my own daughter?

I mean, it's not like Carol and I didn't have a sex life, you know?� Hell, there was never a time where I had to go for too long without feeling her cunt wrapped around my dick.� So, what the hell was going on now?� I ducked as a branch came sailing back; had I not been paying attention, it would have hit me in the face.

"Hey!� Watch those branches, will you?" I said to Chris, my eyes taking a moment to fix themselves on her, oh, God, rather ample backside.

"Sorry, Dad!" came the cheerful reply.� "Do you want to take a break or something?"

I looked at my watch - we'd been going for over an hour.� "Sure," I said, clearing a patch of ground to sit on.� "Let's rest up for a few then head back - I want to be back at the camp before dark."

We drank some water and munched on chocolate pieces for about fifteen minutes before heading back the way we came.� I stopped to get my bearing on the compass when Chris stopped alongside me.

"Dad?� Can I ask you something... personal?"

"Sure, honey - what's on your mind?"

"Well, I was wondering why you had suddenly gotten up and ran into the woods.� It didn't have anything to do with taking a piss, did it?"

"Of course it did," I lied, feeling the heat of embarrassment settling onto my face.� "When you gotta go, you gotta go."

"Don't bullshit me, Dad.� I know a hard-on when I see one.� You were in there jerking off, weren't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose I was," I finally admitted, not seeing any reason to lie to Chris.� "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

"No need to apologize - I saw the way you were looking at me.� Besides, I find it kinda flattering, if you know what I mean."

I nodded while thinking had she seen what was in my mind, she wouldn't be at all flattered.� "Come on, let's get back - it looks like a storm is brewing."

We made our way back to camp in good time without saying a whole lot to each other.� On the way back, I'd steal a peek at my little girl every now and then and see how much of a beautiful woman she had grown into, only to quickly look away when my cock began to harden.� In the back of my mind, I knew I wanted her just like I would have wanted Carol - I just didn't want to admit it to myself.

The storm hit just as we returned to our spot on the beach, the wind ripping through the trees with alarming force.� The rain followed in short order and we worked quickly to get our precious container of supplies out of the tree and into the relative safety of the tent we shared.� Once inside, we did our best to dry off but we were pretty soaked.

"We'd better get out of these wet clothes," Chris said as the storm raged around us.� Before I could utter a single protest, Chris had her top off, exposing her lovely breasts.� As she stood up to remove her shorts and shoes, I just sat there transfixed by the sight of her pendulous globes swaying with her every move - and my cock was as hard as a rock!

"What are you waiting for?" Chris asked, completely oblivious to my problem.� "You want to catch a cold or something?"

"Um, well..." I stuttered, trying my best to avoid what could turn out to be a rather humiliating experience - for me, anyway.

"You act like you've never seen me naked before," Chris commented as she did her best to wring out her clothes.

Not like this, I thought as I reluctantly pulled my soaking wet shirt over my head.� I stalled as long as I could before having to remove my pants, but knew I wouldn't be able to put it off any longer without drawing Chris' ire.� I stood up as best I could within the confines of the tent and, balancing on one foot at a time, wriggled out of my pants, my cock slapping wetly against my stomach as it finally sprung free.� I felt much relieved and embarrassed, more so because I couldn't even turn around to hide my shame.

It didn't take long for Chris to notice it, either.� For a long moment, she just looked at me with her face unreadable.� "I take it you've got that problem because of me," she said quietly, nodding at my cock, which had the audacity to remain very rigid.

"Baby, I'm sorry," I said, feeling the heat of my shame burning me as the sun had a few hours earlier.� "With your mother gone and all that, well, I just..."� I broke down and cried, giving in to the grief I hadn't allowed myself before.� I felt Chris' arms around me, cradling me to her bosom in an attempt to comfort me; but all it really did was make matter worse.

"Just let it out," she whispered, holding and rocking me gently.� The heat of her body surrounded me, lending the type of comfort I'd only known in a different situation with a different woman.� Even as the sobs continued to wrack my body, I could feel my hands gently kneading Chris' back as I clung to her and she cried along with me.

It's hard to say what happened next.� One moment we were holding each other.� Having gathered some measure of composure, I looked up at her just as she was moving her head to look at me, causing our lips to brush against each other.� The contact was electrifying, as if someone had rammed a cattle prod up my ass.� Without thinking, my lips sought and found hers again and we were soon kissing with a passion I'd never experienced before, not even with Carol.

Our tongues waged a battle for supremacy against each other and the small confines of the tent were soon filled with the liquid sounds of two people trying to kiss each other to death.

The intensity of the storm outside increased, the tent being rocked by strong gusts of wind and the driving rain.� The intensity of the storm inside the tent increased as well as my hands, oh, my God, caressed my daughter's supple tits, my thumbs and fingers bringing each nipple into full hardness.

With her mouth pressed tightly against mine, I could feel Chris moan in response and she pulled me tighter against her body, her fingers digging into my back.� The kiss broke, leaving us both gasping for air - but only for a moment.� Without missing a beat, I began to kiss her neck and throat, using my lips and tongue to increase the heat building inside of us.

"Oh, Daddy..." Chris sighed as I latched onto a nipple, sucking it into my mouth and teasing it with little nips of my teeth.� Gently, I pressed Chris onto her back and made my way down her body, licking and sucking every inch of her sweet flesh.� I tongued her navel wetly, causing her to arch her back in response before I felt her hands on my head, pushing me lower until I was face-to-face with the dark thatch of hair surrounding her pubes.

If I had any second thoughts about what I was doing, they were swept away as I inhaled her scent.� It was some pretty incredible shit, let me tell you and, in that moment, I forgot all about the fact that I was about to go down on my own flesh and blood - and wasn't going to waste any time in doing it.

I plunged my tongue into her slit, tasting her tangy juices.� I passed by her clitoris, opting to stab my tongue into her center and let it roam around inside her for long moments.� I was lost in my lust; the only thing I knew was that this woman was here and mine for the taking - and take her I did.

I gave up my probing of her inner walls to latch hungrily onto her throbbing clit, lashing it with my tongue, using my hands to keep Chris' legs high and wide and giving me total access to her sex.� As I ate her sweet pussy, I could hear my daughter's lusty screams as an orgasm thundered through her young body just as a gigantic bolt of lightning ripped over our heads.

After giving this beautiful child of mine another spine chilling orgasmic experience, I knew I couldn't wait to feel her around my burgeoning maleness.� As Chris writhed in sinful delight, I moved between her legs, keeping them high and very wide open as I positioned the knob of my swollen prick at her entrance.

"Oh, yeah, do it, Daddy!� Do me now!" Chris screamed as I plunged fully into her wetness with one deft thrust of my hips.� Even as my balls slapped against her buttocks, I noted absently that Chris wasn't a virgin, not that I gave a damn at the moment.� Setting the odd thought aside, I continued my assault on her pussy, delighting in how wonderful it felt to feel it stretched around my thickness as I plowed into her.

I let Chris lock her legs around me as I continued to fuck my hot cock into her, each downward stab into her causing a squeal of pure, sexual delight to fill the air.� I don't know how long this went on before I felt an all-too familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Lightning strobed across the skies outside the tent as I looked into Chris' eyes, my strokes coming faster and harder as my cock began to thicken so much I thought the skin would split like an overcooked sausage.� Chris could feel it, too, and her eyes went wide with surprise as the first spurt of my seed coated her slightly-abused inner walls.

"Oh, shit!� SHIT!" I cursed as my cock continued to jerk and spit into Chris' velvety hot embrace.� The sensations seemed to stretch on into eternity as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through our joined bodies.� My lips crushed hers as one last blast of sperm filled Chris' cunt to overflowing.

You know, it's really funny; a moment ago, the only thing I cared about was busting a nut into Chris' pussy and while I was doing so, everything in the world was just fine and dandy.� Now as I lay beside my daughter, all I can think about is the shame I've brought upon myself having given in to a moment of weakness.� I propped myself up on an elbow, wanting very much to apologize and explain my behavior to my freshly violated child.

Only to find her snoring lightly, her spent form twitching every now and then as the last of her climax worked its way through her body.� I guess it's just as well she is sleeping because I really don't think I could explain this to her now.

As the wind and rain continued, I remained wide awake as guilt entwined its greasy fingers into my soul.� Lightning flashed and thunder shook the heavens and, despite this, I finally fell into a fitful sleep.

I awoke the next morning to find Chris gone from the tent.� I sat up and crawled from the tent, taking a moment to see what damage last night's storm had left behind.� The beach was badly eroded but not to the point where we would have to think about moving a little further inland.� Turning, I could see a few broken and twisted palm trees; again, bad enough but it actually made it a little easier to collect whatever firewood we may need in the next few days.

Content that our part of the island was still intact, I went off in search of Chris, hoping to find her and explain my actions.� Following her footsteps in the sand, I had gone about two hundred yards down the beach before finding her sitting on a fallen tree trunk, her finger idly braiding some palm leaves.� She looked up at my approach, patting the trunk as to invite me to sit with her.

As I made myself comfortable on the wind-damaged tree trunk, I felt a moment of complete awkwardness, not really sure how to discuss this with Chris.� It was ironic that I could fly a plane, crash it into the sea and survive it - but couldn't talk to my daughter about why I had sex with her.� I finally decided to bite the bullet and take my chances with fate.� As I cleared my throat, Chris looked at me expectantly.

"Chris, honey, about last night..." I began.

"Dad," Chris said, cutting me off.� "There's no need for you to apologize to me for what happened.� Obviously, I wanted it just as much as you did.� Besides, I should have known better than to just up and strip in front of you like that; I guess I knew something would happen."

"But, baby, what happened was wrong," I complained, watching Chris' fingers work on braiding the leaves.� "I was very upset last night and took advantage of you.� I'm just wondering if you can forgive me for what I've done."

Chris gave me a look that reminded so much of her mother I almost started crying again - and thought better of it.� "Well, I'm not going to accept your apology at this time."

I was stunned!� "Why not?" I inquired.

"Because there's nothing for you to apologize for in the first place; weren't you listening when I said that earlier?� Look, I've had most of the morning to think about all of this and I had to realize that you did the best you could getting the plane down and that it wasn't your fault that Mom died."

"But..."

"Be quiet for a moment, will you?� I saw you staring at me yesterday morning and even though you did a good job of running away, I could see that your cock was hard.� It didn't take a genius to figure out I was turning you on.� With all we had been through, I felt better knowing that I was giving you a woody.� That's why I came into the woods after you, hoping I could catch you choking your chicken."

"Chris, I..."� Again, my daughter cut me off with a look and having been properly chastised, I once again fell silent.

"When we got back to the tent and started taking off my clothes, I was really concerned about catching a cold or something, even though we're in the tropics.� It's just that when you started crying, well, I knew that now that Mom is gone, I had to do something to ease your pain.� And, when we kissed, I knew what was going to happen next and, well, I wanted it to happen... for the both of us.� Now, what were you going to say?"

What could I say after that?� All I could so was sit on the broken tree trunk and stare stupidly at the woman who used to be my darling baby girl.� "Nothing," I finally said after finding my voice.� "I wasn't going to say anything."

"That's good, because I made a decision just before you got here."

"A decision about what?"

"What I have to do in case we're stranded here longer than expected.� Mom's gone and I'm now the woman of the family and it makes sense to me that I should assume those duties in every way."

"You don't have to do this," I pleaded.� "I mean, I can take care of that myself."

"Yeah?� And what about my needs?� I don't suppose it occurred to you that somewhere along the line I'd need someone to fuck me, did it?� And, if you hadn't noticed, I think yours is the only cock in the area.� So, the way I figure it, it was only a matter of time before this happened."

I had to admit that she was right and as I did so, I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my soul.� I took Chris' hand in mine and gave it a little squeeze.� "Come on, let's get something to eat and try to put camp back into some kind of order."

Hand in hand, we walked back down the beach and, somehow, I knew that things were going to work out just fine.

Four

A month has gone by and neither of us has seen anything remotely resembling a boat or a plane.� Fuck, even if we had seen something, we don't have anything to signal with.� Still, that's no reason to give up hope of being found.

The other day, I took a chance and paddled our makeshift raft out to where the plane went down, hoping to find a flare gun or something we could use to signal for help when the moment arrived.� I could see the wrecked plane below me in about twenty-five feet of water.� Not being an experienced diver or anything, I felt I could reach the plane after a couple of tries before being forced to give up my search.

An hour later found me sitting on the raft, coughing up water and feeling pretty damned disappointed.� After the third try, I had made it to the plane with plenty of air to give me a few precious seconds to search the cabin.� As luck would have it, there was a small pocket of pitifully stale air trapped in the cabin and I took advantage of it to extend my search.� Until I reached the cockpit, that is.

Instead of finding something we could use, all I found were Carol's remains, her body having been ravaged by whatever sea creatures could get to her.� Admittedly, I panicked at the grisly sight and expelled the breath of air I'd been holding.� The panic set in further as I struggled to get back to the stale air pocket to get enough air to make it back to the surface.� Those scant few moments felt like an eternity as the afterimages of Carol's partially eaten corpse ran through my mind. �My air ran out six feet from the surface and it was all I could do to reach the surface.

But not before inhaling a little water.� As I sat and continued my retching, I kicked my self for panicking at my discovery.� I mean, where did I think she was going to be?� I paddled back to the beach empty-handed and feeling very sick to my stomach and in my heart.

Chris greeted me on the beach and helped me drag the raft high up on the shore.� She, too, was disappointed that I didn't find anything (I didn't tell her about her mother) but was glad that I made it back in one piece.

"So, what do you feel like doing tonight?" she asked, handing me a cup of tea made from the bark of a tree found during one of our exploration missions.� The tea from the container had long since been consumed despite careful rationing of the bags.� Without sugar, also an early victim, the brew was strong and bitter - but just what I needed after a day of diving.

"I don't know, sweetie," I said, taking another sip of bark tea.� "What do you want to do?"� Like we really had a lot of options, right?

"Well, we could make plans to explore the north end of the island or..."

"Or what?" I prompted, somehow knowing what she was about to suggest.

"Or we can spend the rest of the evening making love - that's if you're up to it, that is."

Despite my fatigue, I had to smile.� Ever since that first night, Chris and I spent almost every day of the past month screwing each other's brains out.� It was like we could never get enough of each other and we were making up for lost time.� I'd wake up in the morning to the delicious feel of Chris' mouth on my morning erection; then there were the sneak attacks in the middle of the night from both us.

I'd wake in the middle of the night hard and ready, only to find her sleeping.� I'd wet my fingers and apply them to her pussy, working my fingers into her until she was wet enough - and then I'd slide my cock into her.� The first time, I thought she was still sleeping as I pumped a few ounces of sperm into her - only to have her turn her head to look at me with a smile on her face.� And, as you might expect, since I went through the trouble of waking her, I would have to make up for it by giving her a proper fucking.

It's funny how you get used to certain things.� Back when Carol was alive, I'd never give a thought about sucking on her pussy after spilling a hot load into her.� That all changed with Chris, who seemed to get a big thrill out of me "sucking my own dick by proxy," as she crudely put it one night.

During the day, we'd explore our little island, stopping only to eat or drink... or to make love.� When we weren't exploring or fucking, we'd talk about all the things fathers and daughters don't generally discussed, like how Matthew Rogers took her cherry on their third date and how she had been giving her boyfriends head since she was 11 years old.

Some of the things we discussed would make me angry - like Matthew, for instance.� Chris would laugh and point out that I could go kick his ass after I perfected my water-walking trick, which usually had both of us laughing until it hurt.� I came to realize that my little girl had grown up right under my nose - and I almost missed it.

Even as the recent memories flowed through my mind, I didn't miss the luscious sight of Chris peeling off her one-piece and lying back on the tattered blanket.

"Come to me, man of mine," she cooed, opening her arms invitingly.� "Come fill me with your love, Donny."� I smiled at her use of my given name as I made my way into her waiting arms - we'd long since agreed that her calling me "daddy" just wasn't going to get it any longer.

I began as I usually did by paying homage to her breasts, making sure each nipple received the proper amount of attention to get them hard while stoking the fires within in her.� I took my time making my way down her still-firm body (all the walking we'd done was doing a great job of keeping us pretty fit), pausing here and there to nip a bit of flesh here, suck a bit of flesh there, until I reached her honey-pot.� Once there, I wouldn't waste much time eating her into one orgasm after another and would have done so until she begged me to enter her - except I had something special planned for her.

I waited until we made our way into our favorite 69 position with her on top sucking my tool for all she was worth.� Over the last few weeks, Chris had learned to suck my cock all the way down to the bone - much to my delight.� And now it was time to repay her for bringing me that very singular pleasure.� Reaching up with both hands, I spread her ass cheeks and plunged my tongue into her puckered ass hole as far as I could get it.� Because it was something I had never done before, I really didn't know what to expect.

I found the taste of her bung hole to be curiously sweet, considering it was a major chore keeping our bodies clean once the last of the soap finally ran out.� The taste ignited a bigger fire within me and I rimmed poor Chris until she forgot all about sucking me and concentrated on making her ass a permanent part of my face.

To keep her off-balance, I'd switch from her ass to her cunt, marveling at the diverse flavors her supple body had to offer and I was rewarded over and over with her lusty curses and statements about my probable parentage and the fact that they weren't married when I was born - stuff like that.� At first, I was taken aback at the amount of rather colorful statements spilling from my daughter's mouth, but I learned to ignore what she was saying in favor of why she was saying it.

I reamed her with my tongue until it hurt - is it possible to sprain your tongue during oral sex?� If not, mine sure felt like it.� The heat of the day combined with the sexual heat our bodies put out and I knew... we knew... that it was time for some serious pounding to take place.

Deftly, I removed my squirming, cursing lover from my face, taking a moment to swipe at the copious amount of juices smeared on my face with my aching tongue before turning her onto her stomach.

"Yeah, Donny - you know what I like baby!� Give it to me from behind, you bastard!� Stick your big-assed cock into me!"

I don't know where she got the 'big' part from - fully erect, I was only about six and a half inches long.� But like they say, it ain't the size of the boat - it's the motion of the ocean!� Knowing that Chris preferred being fucked doggy-style just made it easier for me to initiate the next part of my devious plan.

I put my fingers to my mouth and applied as much saliva to them as I could muster (my tongue still hurt), applying it to the swollen knob of my prick.� With the other hand, I guided my hardness to the only hole I hadn't fucked yet - her tight ass!� As I made contact with her back hole, Chris cried out in protest.

"Donny, no!� Not there!� It's too big and I can't..."

Too late, because I had the head of my dick past her ultra-tight muscles so fast it actually took a whole minute for her to realize that I was into her nether regions.

"Oh, shit yeah!� Fuck my ass, Daddy, uh, Donny, uh, whatever the fuck your name is!� I don't care - tear my ass apart!"

Let the record show that being the loving father I am, I gave my daughter what she asked for.� I waited until she relaxed just a bit before slamming six and a half hard inches into her bowels.� My God, but she was tight, even tighter than I could ever dream of!� I could only manage two or three good, long strokes before my dick began to swell in the painfully tight confines of her ass; a split second later, I was emptying my balls into her guts, riding an incredible wave of incestuous pleasure as my lover, my daughter, urged me on with her filthy curses, during which she accused me of sleeping with farm animals.

Five

It's been six weeks since the crash.� We were pretty much settled into our daily routine which consisted of fucking, eating, fucking, exploring, fucking... you get the idea.� We never gave up hope of being rescued, though, especially the day the plane flew by.

A week ago, we were forced to move further inland due to a hurricane that passed very close to us.� We did have some warning of the approaching 'cane thanks to the radio, and it gave us plenty of time to pack up our meager belongings and relocat them to a place I had hoped would offer some protection.� Once more relying on my ancient scouting experience, I managed to build us a crude hut using whatever I could get my hands on.� Chris helped as well, braiding sections of palm leaves into rope.

Hurricane Erin passed within 75 miles of us - but it felt like we were right in the middle of it.� We spent the entire day and night of the storm's passing huddled together in our hut, praying that it would hold up under the battering we got from the fringes.� Fortunately, the hut remained in one piece and after the storm had passed, we went down to our original campsite to inspect the damage.

I suppose it's a good thing we moved when we did; the entire section of beach we previously occupied was now under about four feet of water.� It looked like a giant had reached down and scooped out the whole section of beach, turning it into a miniature bay which Chris promptly named after her late mother.� We were picking through the partially destroyed trees looking for dry wood when a very familiar sound reached my ears.� I turned, scanning the sky for the source of the sound, getting Chris' attention in the process.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I thought I heard something," I replied, never taking my eyes off the sky.

"Wait - I hear it, too!"

"Quick - go get the blanket!" I commanded just as a tiny dot appeared on the horizon, a little south-east of where we were standing.� As Chris hauled ass back to the hut for the blanket, I could now make out the shape of some kind of aircraft.� By my best reckoning, it was about four miles out, flying at around 2,000 feet and, best of all, it looked like the plane was going to pass right by where I was standing!

Chris returned quickly with the blanket upon which we had scrawled "SOS" using the juice from the berries on the island.� Frantically, we opened the blanket, jumping up and down, and hoping to hell that the pilot could see us.� However, the joyful thought of being finally rescued faded quickly as the plane continued on its course until it was out of sight.

"Damn," I said, helping a dejected Chris refold the blanket.

"Do you think the pilot saw us?" Chris asked hopefully.

"I don't know, baby.� It depends on exactly how high he was flying and how fast he was going.� Shit, I can't say for sure that he was even looking this way."

"How do you know he didn't?"� I had to hand it to Chris, trying to remain positive after such a tremendous letdown.

"Well, if he had seen us, he would have circled back to make sure he wasn't seeing things - at least that's what I would have done."

"Oh, hell," Chris said, sitting down on the wet ground.� "We should have built a fire."

I rolled my eyes at her bringing this subject up again.� "You know good and damned well why I'm against it," I said, sitting down next to her.

"Tell me again," she said.� "Just so I'll know that I'm not the crazy one here."

"Look around you," I said, waving a hand.� "Yeah, we've got enough wood to start a pretty big bonfire - provided it stayed dry enough to light."

"Well, suppose it was dry enough to light - we should do it, don't you think?"

"Honey, with a few exceptions, we've gotten very little rain here.� Even if this stuff was perfectly dry, lighting a big fire could set the whole island ablaze."

"It would guarantee that we'd be seen," Chris said sarcastically.

"Yep - it sure would.� But, if no one saw the fire, where would we live after the whole island burned?� What would we eat?"

"Oh, yeah - I forgot that part.� Sorry I brought it up."

"No, that's okay, honey.� Trust me, if another plane or a boat comes by, we'll start a big fire.� But until then, I'd rather not risk our survival without a damned good reason.� Come here."

Chris scooted over next to me and I hugged her close taking in the warmth of her body.� We sat quietly for a moment, wondering if the pilot of the plane had seen us or not.� Even if he had, I figured it would take a few days before any rescuers would get here.

Until then, we just had to hold on as best we could.

Six

It's been two weeks since we saw the plane and it's hard to stay positive about being saved from this place.� Even with the careful rationing we've been doing, we're almost out of all the freeze-dried stuff from the container.� Chris has been doing her best to supplement our meals with whatever items we could find growing in the area, but there were so many plants I'd never seen before and we really didn't want to accidentally poison ourselves.

I did get adventurous and tried to do some spear fishing in Carol's Bay.� It took me quite a while to get the hang of it, but soon we were eating fresh fish whenever the little fuckers decided to visit the tiny bay - which wasn't very often.

I was standing in the water with my spear in hand waiting for a stupid fish to swim by when I saw Chris approaching.� Just as my eyes flicked from the water to Chris, a fish swam by and I plunged my spear into the water... and right into my damned foot!� Fortunately, it didn't penetrate very far, but it sure hurt like hell, something Chris took great amusement in.

"You know, I just realized that I missed my friend," she said as she tended my wound.

"Your friend?" I repeated.� "Honey, don't give up hope yet.� I'm sure we'll get the fuck off this island and you'll see your friends again."

Chris looked at me and laughed.� "Huh?� Oh, I see - you don't get it, do you?"

"Don't get what?" I said, clearly not getting it.

"My friend, you know, the one that shows up every 28 days?"� Chris finished bandaging my foot while I pondered her words.� It actually took me about three minutes before I finally realized what the hell she was talking about.

"Oh, my God," I whispered.� "You've missed your period!"

"Bingo," Chris confirmed.

"But what about your pills?"

"They're in my suitcase," she replied, pointing in the general direction of where the plane went down.

"Oh, shit," I groaned.� Between the things we were doing to survive and fucking like a couple of rabbits in between, I never gave one bit of thought about condoms.� Which I guess was okay, seeing as how they were with Chris' birth control pills: in a suitcase, in the plane, on the bottom of the ocean.

"Don't be too hard on yourself," Chris said.� "I mean, I kinda figured it would be a matter of time before something like this happened."

"Hold on a minute," I said, remembering something I once read in Cosmo.� "Is it possible that you just skipped a period because of all the stress you've been under?"

"Possible, but not very damned likely," Chris said.� "I thought about that, too, but I'm afraid that's not the case.� Face it - I'm pregnant."

Suddenly, the pain in my foot wasn't nearly as bad as the sudden pain in my heart.� I turned away from Chris to look out over the ocean at the setting sun.

"Donny, what's wrong?� I hope you're not upset about me being knocked up by you."

"No, that's not what's bothering me, baby," I said turning to face her again.

"What is it, then?"

No need in trying to be nice about it.� "I'm happy that you're going to have my baby; but what bothers me is I have to find some way to get you off this damned island."

"I don't follow you - of course we have to get off this rock.� What's your point?"

"My point is simply that unless I get you back to civilization, you're going to have a baby in this God-forsaken place - and they didn't give out merit badges for delivering babies.� That plus the fact that you'll need medical attention during your pregnancy and after you give birth."� I stopped for a moment, waving my hand expansively.� "This place ain't exactly equipped for this sort of thing."

"Hmm, I see your point," Chris said, sliding over closer to me and putting her arms around me.� "I wouldn't worry about it too much - we'll get rescued soon."

"I sure as hell hope so," I said, patting her hand lovingly.� "Come on, let's get something to eat."

We made our way back to the hut for some food.� During the short trip back, I had another major concern, something I wasn't going to bother Chris with:� How was I going to explain her being pregnant when she wasn't pregnant when we left?

Dinner consisted of some berries and a couple of the fish I had managed to catch before spearing my foot.� As we ate, all I could imagine was Chris' belly growing more and more with each passing day.� I wasn't sure if I was up to the task of delivering a baby if it came down to it, but had to concede the fact that I'd just have to do the best I could.

After dinner, we sort of sat around talking about this and that.� We got to talking about my college days and some of the crazy things I did, you know, like getting totally plastered the night before an exam and stuff like that.

"What was the craziest thing you did back then?" Chris asked.

"Hmm, that's a tough one - I did some pretty wild shit back then.� But, if I had to pick one particular adventure, it would have to be the night I got drunk and had sex with my roommate."

Chris' eyes lit up upon hearing this.� "You fucked your roommate?� Wow, I didn't know it was like that!"

"Well, no, it isn't," I said.� "Believe me, I'm a pussy man.� But, well, when you've had about six too many, shit happens."

"Tell me about it," Chris asked.� "What was it like for you?"� As she waited for me to launch into my sordid tale, Chris took the opportunity to slip out of her short and began to stroke her pussy with her fingers.

"I remember us sitting around the apartment getting pretty plastered.� Josh, my roomy, had just gotten dumped by his girl and, of course, wanted to drown his sorrows.� I really felt bad for him and when he asked me to sit and drink with him, I felt a little obligated, seeing as how he was my best friend and all that."

I paused to take a sip of water, my eyes following every movement of Chris' fingers as she stroked herself.� What I really wanted to do was save the story for another time and replace her fingers with my mouth and cock, but there was something really hot about watching her masturbate.

"So, after a half case of beer and a fifth of vodka, we were pretty wasted," I said, picking up the story.� "The whole time we were getting soused, Josh kept talking about how much of a slut Wanda was and how much he loved her.� I couldn't help but notice that Josh was as hard as a rock - I figured that between his imagination and the booze, he was getting pretty horny."

"So you just went for it, right?" Chris asked, her eyes partially closed and partially off into her own masturbatory world.

"No, it didn't happen like that at all," I said, mesmerized by the light glistening off her now-wet cunt.� "Josh was never the bashful type; there was many a night when I'd come home and find him on the sofa watching a porno movie and jerking off to beat the band.� It was so regular a thing that I pretty much would ignore him."

"But this night was different.� I guess Josh's horniness finally caught up with him and he pulled his cock out and began sliding his hand along the shaft.� I was fucked up beyond belief, but at the same time, I was fascinated with what he was doing, so much that my own dick was hard."

"Did you whip yours out?"

"I sure as hell did, but I really wasn't paying much attention to it - I was too busy watching Josh.� I don't know - there was something... erotic about the way the skin would slide up and down his shaft.� The next thing I knew, I was kneeling on the floor next to him, getting a better view of what he was doing."

"Oooh, that was nice," Chris moaned, working her way through her first orgasm.� "Don't mind me - go on with your story.� It's making me so hot."

"Yeah, I can see that," I said, licking my lips.� "Anyway, I'm down there on the floor, my face just inches from his cock when he suddenly tilts it in my direction.� Without even thinking about it, I started gobbling his meat like I'd been doing it for years.� Next thing I knew, we were both on the floor, lying on our sides, and sucking each other for all we were worth.� The part of me that wasn't drunk was shocked that I had another man's dick in my mouth; but with Josh sucking me like an old pro, I didn't care."

I paused again to take another sip of water, just as Chris slipped three fingers into her juicy quim.� "I don't know how long we were at it, but I felt his dick swell up and before I could take my mouth off him, he was shooting a huge load of jizz in my mouth!� I guess it was reflex on my part, but I just started swallowing.� It was such a weird feeling that I blew my load a minute later and Josh didn't miss a drop!"

"Damn, I wish I had a cigarette," Chris said.

I blinked at her comment, knowing that she didn't smoke - and neither did I.� "Anyway, we got ourselves untangled long enough to wash down each other's load with a few shots of vodka.� We really didn't say anything to each other for a while; we just sat there looking at each other.� Just when I was about to say something, Josh put a finger up to his lips, leaned over, and started sucking me until I was hard again."

"Was that all you guys did?"

"Pretty much," I said.� "We sucked each other and drank until the sun came up.� After we both sobered up, we were pretty embarrassed at what had happened.� We agreed that it was because of the booze and that it wouldn't happen again."

"Did it?"

"No, it didn't," I said, suddenly wondering what old Josh was doing these days and wondering why I suddenly had the urge to suck a cock.� "How about you?� Any wild high school tales?" I asked, pulling my rock hard dick out of my pants.

"Sure," Chris said, sitting up to watch me.� "There was the time me and Betsy bagged school."

"Oh, yeah - I remember that day.� Got you grounded for two weeks, didn't it?"

"You bet your ass it did," Chris said smiling.� "What you and Mom didn't know was what we were doing that day."

"So what were you two doing?"

"Well, me and Betsy hid around the corner and waited for her parents and brother to leave the house.� Once we got inside, we sat around watching TV and talking when Betsy asked me if I ever did it with a girl before."

"Had you?" I asked, pumping my cock a little faster.

"Almost did it with Karen one time but her geeky brother came home.� I told her that I hadn't and she asked me if I wanted to try it with her.� Seems like the girl had the hots for me for a while."

"Weren't you afraid?"

"I was while we were undressing, but when she started sucking my boobs, well, I forgot all about being scared.� We took turns sucking each other's tits - hers are way bigger than mine - and it was so nice.� While we did the titty thing, we played with each other's pussies until we were both very hot to trot.� I guess Betsy had enough of the foreplay because she laid me down on my back and ate me out like a fiend."

"She was that good, huh?" I asked, feeling my nuts begin to tighten.� My hand was a blur as it ran along my thickened shaft and my fist was covered with sticky pre-cum.

"Dad, she ate my pussy better than anyone ever did - no offense."

"None taken."

"She got me off three times really fast and I knew it was my turn to return the favor.� I dove into her pussy fast, you know, so I wouldn't have a chance to chicken out and change my mind.� At first, the smell of hot pussy gagged me; but I held my breath for a moment and stuck my tongue on her clit a few times to see what she tasted like.� When I decided that it wasn't a bad taste or smell, I went to town on her until she was screaming for me to stop."

"I didn't know you knew how to eat pussy," I said.

"I didn't until then," Chris confessed, her eyes fixed onto my cock as I whipped myself into a frenzy.� "All I did was what I like done to me, that's all.� Obviously, it was good enough for Betsy.� I got her off a couple of times then we got into a 69, with her on the bottom.� Dad, that girl tore my ass up - she was sucking everything she could get her mouth on!"

"Even your ass?"� Almost there...

"Even my ass.� That was the first time I'd ever been rimmed until you did it a while ago.� Jesus, Betsy had me coming like a machine gun - she's really got a talented mouth."

The image of Betsy Rogers eating Chris out was way too much for my horny ass and I blew my load, a single jet of sperm arcing into the air between us.� Chris sat quietly and watched as I grunted and groaned and jerked my way through a rather powerful orgasm.

"So that was your first and last time, huh?" I asked, finally regaining some composure.

"Oh, no - it wasn't," Chris confessed.� "Why do you think we spent a lot of time staying overnight at each other's house?"� Chris smiled at me as I tied the events together.

"You two were lovers?" I asked, a feeling a little stupid after finding out what had been going on in my own house.

"Are lovers, Dad.� Where do you think I was the night before we left?"

"Wait a minute," I said.� "Aren't you two going to the same college?"

"Yep - and it's no accident, either.� Providing we get off this rock, that is."

"Damn," I muttered.� "You know, Betsy's not going to be happy with you for getting knocked up."

Chris stood and stretched for a moment and I could feel my cock getting rigid again.� "I know, but I'm sure she'll understand once I explain it all to her.� Come on, let's go to bed."

I got up and followed my pregnant daughter into our home away from home, hoping that the next morning would be our last on this place.

Seven

We were into our tenth or twelfth week on the island - I've lost track of time when my watch got smashed against a tree.� The routine hardly varied except we didn't do any exploring - I didn't want Chris taking the chance of falling down and hurting herself.� Of course, she bitched me out pretty good but eventually agreed it was the right thing to do.

In return, I agreed to stockpile enough wood to build and light the signal fire.� I still hadn't given up hope of being rescued, but I was still worried about burning down the island and leaving both of us - I mean, the three of us - dead and charred beyond recognition.� We hadn't had any serious rain for a while, something that just made me worry more.

We were down on Carol's Bay one afternoon.� Chris was straddled across me, riding my cock like it was a champion racehorse when we heard the sound of an engine.

"Did you hear that?" Chris asked, stopping in mid-stroke and eliciting a groan of disappointment from me.

"Hear what?� Keep fucking me, woman!" I complained.� Chris wasn't about to be put off, though; she twisted her body around and stared at the sky.

"I hear an engine - it sounds really close," she said, continuing to move around to get a better peek at the sky... and getting closer to me filling her pregnant cunt with more hot sperm.

"I hear it, too," I groaned, hoping she'd stay still long enough for me to cream her.� "Give me a minute and we'll check it out."

"We don't have a minute, Donny," Chris said, suddenly standing up just as I began shooting my load.� Thick, hot sperm splattered all over my chest and stomach as I watched Chris run down to the water's edge.

"Get off your ass, old man, and light that fucking fire," Chris commanded, pointing off into the distance.� Completely pissed off, I got up and went to see what she was pointing at.

Off in the distance, I saw the shape of something that looked like a boat, the sun glinting off something that just had to be a metallic surface.

"Oh, shit," I said, forgetting my disappointment at being left hanging.� "It's a boat!"

"Yes, I can see it better now!� Hurry, light the fire!"

"But, they may not see it," I protested.

Chris turned to look at me, her features letting me know in no uncertain terms that this was our only chance to get off this fucking rock.� "Do it, Dad - get us out of here!� We'll worry about shit later if it doesn't work!"

I ran the short distance to where the wood and my fire-making tools were lying.� Clumsily, I began striking the flint-like stones together while Chris kept me up on the boat's position.

"It doesn't look like it's moving very fast," she said.� "Must be a sailboat of some kind... yes, I can see sails!� Hurry, Dad!"

"I'm going as fast as I can," I shouted back, slicing my finger open on the sharp rock.� The pain hit me so fast that I almost didn't see the fat spark fly from the rocks and onto the waiting wood.

"Baby, I got it!� It's burning!"� Helped by a gentle breeze, the wood began to smoke; I could see little licks of flame under the smoke as the fire really caught.

I jumped up and ran to Chris' side, keeping an eye on the growing blaze as thick clouds of smoke began to rise into the air.� The wind picked up a little and, to my horror, I could see a second blaze starting to form.

"Oh, no," I said, watching the dry grass catch and burn.

Chris didn't bother with looking at what might be our funeral pyre.� Instead she kept her eyes focused on the horizon, looking for any movement that would indicate that the boat had changed course.

The fire quickly spread to the adjoining brush, eventually surrounding us.� I didn't have to look behind me to know that our home was burning like a son-of-a-bitch; if we didn't get rescued, we were going to die here.

"Dad, I think the boat is turning," Chris said, barely keeping the excitement out of her voice.� I strained to look through the fiery haze around us - it did look like the boat was changing course.� But we had a bigger problem.

"Baby, this whole area is going up in flames - we can't stay here much longer!"� The heat around us was blistering - and getting closer!

"Where's the raft?" Chris asked suddenly, looking around frantically.

I started looking, too, hoping that it wasn't a part of the inferno around us.� I looked to my left and saw it; the palm rope we used to tie it up had burned through and it was slowly drifting away from the island.� "There it is!" I shouted, running for the water.� "Come on, we've got to get on that motherfucker or we're fried!"

A tree splintered and came crashing down, missing Chris by a few feet as she dove into the water behind me.� After helping her on the rickety construction, I climbed aboard and we both started paddling like all holy Hell was chasing us.� And, in a way, it was.� Clear of the smoke and flames for a moment, I rubbed at my eyes, trying to get them to focus on the growing shape of the boat.� It did look like it was moving toward us, but I really wasn't sure.

"Dad, look," Chris said.� The sad tone of her voice made me turn back and look at what had been our home for so long.

Carol's Bay was completely in flames, the tremendous heat incinerating everything it touched.� I felt a moment of sadness knowing that even if we were saved, the island would be completely destroyed.

"You know," I said, wiping a tear from my eye, "In a way, I'm going to miss that place."

"Me, too," Chris said, waving her hands at the boat which was now only a couple of miles away and growing closer.� "It's where we finally found each other and really fell in love."� Absently, Chris patted her fattened belly, filled with the growing body of my - our child.

"I know," I said, feeling nothing but love for my daughter.� "I just wish our new relationship didn't have to end here."

"Who said it was going to end?" Chris asked, watching the flurry of activity on the approaching boat's deck.� "I don't want what we have to stop - ever."

"What about school?� What about Betsy?"

"Fuck school - it'll be there for me when I'm really ready to go.� As for Betsy, well, I guess you'll just have to fuck her and knock her up, too."

I really can't say whether it was the joy of finally being rescued or what, but I was really overcome with emotion.� I barely noticed the hands that had reached down to help and Chris off the makeshift raft which, by the way, sank the second we were on-board the larger craft.

Even as the crew questioned us about how we wound up in such an isolated place, all I could see was Chris, pregnant with my child.� Ironically, the boat passed over the spot where the plane went down; Chris and I stood at the railing, wrapped in blankets, gazing into the azure waters that marked Carol's grave.

"Mom would have wanted us to go on like this," Chris whispered, taking my hand and squeezing it.

"You know, I think you're right.� When we get to a safe port, let's call Betsy after we arrange for a ride home."

Chris didn't answer because she was being shepherded away by the captain's wife, who was clucking over her like a mother hen.� As I watched the woman lead my pregnant daughter below decks, I turned and looked back at both the island and my long lost wife.� It didn't seem fair that she died and I lived but, in a weird sort of way, I'm glad things turned out the way they did.

"Goodbye, Carol," I whispered, as I was led down the ladder into the belly of the boat.

Eight

We arrived in port with some kind of welcoming committee waiting for us.� The captain, a man named Ross something-or-the-other, had radioed ahead to tell the authorities of our plight and rescue.� Chris and I were whisked away to a local hospital where we spend quite a few days being treated for a variety of things.

While we recuperated, I was able to arrange transportation back home for us, as well as having some money wired to me so I could buy us some new stuff.� The local authorities had been more than generous by providing us with clean clothing, but I knew I'd feel better having my own things.� I was in the middle of packing my new bag when I heard footsteps behind me.� I turned to find Chris beaming at me.

"You look funny," she said, resting her hands on her tummy.

"What do you mean?"

"I'd gotten used to seeing you with long hair and a beard," she said, barely stifling a giggle.� Absently, I ran my hand along my cheek, feeling the smoothness of my sun-baked skin.

"Well, it'll be a while before you get rid of that tan," I said, putting the last item into the bag.

"I'll be the envy of everyone back home," Chris said.� We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, remember our time together on the island and what it meant for our future.� The quiet contemplation was interrupted by the sound of a horn.

"There's our cab," I said, hefting my bag and hers onto my shoulders.� "Let's go home."

Mercifully, the flight home was uneventful, although Chris did have a bit of a bad moment as we boarded the plane, remembering what happened the last time we flew.� Still, we arrived home safely.� Betsy met us at the airport, just as we had arranged and the discussion during the ride home was something to remember.

But that's another story...

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