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I've always felt out of the ordinary. That's probably true in many ways, but the one that keeps popping up is my attraction to Brittany, my 19-year-old daughter. It wasn't always like this. I've known her for so long that romantic thoughts were never a part of the deal. Over time, however, I began to see her in a more... female light. Maybe it was morally wrong, but it wasn't my idea. My subconscious decided that she was the one for me, regardless of her relationship with me. I was not consulted in any way. That's not my style, so I never drooled over her or tried any sleazy moves. But that didn't stop me from wanting to fuck her brains out. I'll admit that there have been times when I've wondered what might have happened if society's rules had been different.
Or if there were no society at all.
There may have even been a few dreams in which she and I were closer than we could ever be in real life.
I can image one now I open my eyes and she's naked on top of me riding as hard as she can. Her long flowing blonde hair and massive D-cups with her well-formed body, slender hips, and supple ass are what makes her so desirable.
"Daddy! oh, Daddy!"
Yeah, just like that...
"Come on daddy, breath!"
Wait.
"Wake up!
"Ack!"
I wake up, perplexed, coughing up saltwater. My skin is drenched in Pacific sand.
My head feels like it's been used as a bass drum. Brittany breathes a sigh of relief as she realizes I'm awake and speaking.
"Brittany wh-where are we?"
"I'm not sure." However, it seems to be some sort of island. "We were floating for a bit," she says as she stands up.
Ah, hey, I'm beginning to recall.
We were on the same cruise. A well-earned holiday, sailing from Los Angeles to New Zealand. The onboard pool, I recall, was fantastic. In between island trips, Brittany and I spent a lot of time there. But that was our situation at the moment. When the waves began to rise, we had just left Tahiti. They appeared from nowhere. The sky was blue and the air was clear, but a giant wall of water suddenly *appeared* and crashed into the ship's side. The ship would have been perfect if the wave had stopped there, but another one arrived shortly after, much larger than the first. They flipped the ship on its side. Everyone in the pool was tossed overboard after being swept over the deck.
Brittany and I included.
Soon after, the rain and wind began to start sweeping us out to sea. We managed to remain afloat by sticking to each other and some inflatable pool toys. I recall drinking a lot of seawater. At some point, I'm sure I passed out.
When I come out of my haze and look around, it appears that we have made landfall. It's also a good place. I just wish we'd arrived in safer conditions.
I spit out the rest of the seawater and regain control of my senses.
"I think we'll be here for a couple of days, huh?"
"Before someone comes to our rescue," Brittany said.
"As far as I could see, the whole ship was sinking. There will be a large number of people who need rescuing"
With a worried look, she said "So... you're saying it might be a while before they get around to us"
"We just have to be ready for anything," I tell her.
Brittany puts on a brave expression. "I'm up for anything; I just wish I had anything more than a bikini to wear."
"A jacket would've been helpful."
Even then, we could not have predicted this. We were dressed for a day at the beach, not a dive into the Pacific.
"I wonder what happened to my laptop?"
Brittany sighs as she looks down at herself. "No kidding." Without my phone, I feel naked.
"More naked than I already am."
Hmm. Brittany, didn't they use to make skirts from palm fronds?
"Do you have any idea how to fashion a skirt out of palm fronds?" She asked.
"Not really"
"I can just imagine sticking a bunch of poison ivy in my bikini straps." So I'm gonna stick with what I've got."
"Maybe we can find some stuff on the beach."
"We'll need some supplies. By now, something useful must have washed up on the beach." I say
"Beachcombing, huh?"
"There isn't much of an option. Unless you're hiding a two-man tent and a survival kid under your top."
Brittany blushes furiously and hides her chest with her arms.
"Is that a joke about my boobs?" She states.
"Why was it not funny?" I asked
We start walking down the beach together, in the warm noon sun, with lush greenery on one side and the crystal blue ocean on the other. The bushes are bursting with vibrant berries. Unusual fruit hangs from the leaves, ripe and sweet-smelling.
It's a Goddamn paradise.
With a cozy cabin and a couple of Pina Coladas, I'm pretty sure I'd paid to be here. I'm sure the sunsets are as romantic as a Paris weekend. But now I find myself alone with my stunning daughter.
"Daddy?"
Brittany catches me totally off guard.
"W-What?"
"You looked like you were a million miles away." "Also not searching for stuff we can samsun escort use."
I give Brittany a look of sorrow "Sorry I'm just... thinking about stuff."
"Is daddy still being a baby about the shipwreck?"
I can't believe she's talking about it so casually, let alone teasing me, and to be honest, I am still a little shaken by it
"I'd feel pretty justified if I was traumatized and believed I was going to die. I was afraid you were going to die as well"
"R-Really? That's"...
She wrings her hands together and looks down.
"Look, I was just teasing you, you know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
There was a brief moment of silence between us before I noticed.
"Hey, what's that over there?"
I point her in the direction of a familiar-looking grove of trees. They've been seen all over Polynesia, and they're easy to spot.
"Coconuts!" Brittany exclaims as she dashes over to the closest palm tree and aggressively shakes it.
And nothing happens at all.
"Damn," Brittany exclaims, "These are all green, which means they're not yet ripe."
"I believe they mentioned the back on the first island, but that was a long time ago," I admit.
"You're lucky you have me to remember this bullshit for you." She declares smugly.
"The point is that they won't fall until they're completely ripe, which means we'll have to climb up to get them."
She starts to make her way over to the tree while explaining more "They won't be much to eat, but they're full of water."
I'm not a big fan of coconut water but now seems like a good time to try it.
Alright, now we won't have to worry about dying of thirst.
"Assuming, of course, that we can get them." She claims cutting short my celebration.
Okay, then you're half my weight. So stand on top of me and I'll catch you if you fall alright."
Brittany begins climbing the tree with just her hands and feet. She'll soon be over my head, and I'll be able to see... a ton.
Except for a pair of nerve-wracking slips, she completes the climb admirably. She's soon yanking coconuts from the pile and tossing them in the sand next to me. It's difficult to dislodge the fifth one without a knife, and her feet slip out from under her.
"Whoa!" Brittany yells
She falls to the ground, too stunned to even yell convincingly. Just in time for her to land in my arms, I manage to place myself in the right spot. It's not as romantic as you'd think, because my shoulders feel like they're being ripped out of their sockets. Still, I manage to cushion her fall and quickly put her down.
"You good?"
"Just about. Are you?"
"I'm fine it'll heal with time."
"Are you implying that I'm not as light as a feather?" She asks me with a sly grin on her lips.
"Your body is way too good to be light as a feather"
Brittany stares at me in shock, then blushes a furious red. "That...You..."
I freeze when I realize that was not my inside voice. It just slipped out.
"Uh... I'm sorry, that was inappropriate, honey I didn't mean-
"It's fine! forget it!". Let's just move on!"
We decide later to split up. Well, she did most of the deciding on that, but I wasn't about to argue after what just happened.
I head off to the south side of the island while she searches the north. I'm hoping that between us, we will come up with some kind of shelter. I manage to scale a rocky outcropping near the island's southern tip, giving me a better view of the area.
I notice a rugged shore with strong waves crashing into the cliffs. There are a few large pieces of debris there that I can see.
It's a little riskier, but those massive mountains of debris have to hold something useful. Climbing carefully down the rocks, I make my way towards what looks to what's of a waterslide. Some stuff has gotten wrapped around it. Looks like rope binding together chunks of splintered wood and plastic.
"Nothing but shit" I mutter to myself.
I walk over to the next clump and begin sifting through it. There is something there that looks useful It appears that one of the large sheets of the tarpaulin used to protect the ship's lifeboats from the rain is largely intact. I softly, very gently dragged it out of the ruins. As I go, I'm shaking off the worthless garbage. I end up with the most exciting piece of plastic sheeting I've ever held. I start to head back to our stand of coconut trees at a run, very pleased with myself.
When I arrive, I see Brittany waiting for me. She does not look like she's in a happy mood but I also note she hasn't returned with anything.
"Was it that bad?"
She said, "I'm sorry," with a sad look on her face "For things to wash up farther north, the winds must be wrong. I walked all over the place and found nothing."
"Damn, but at least now we know we won't have to spend any more time there."
"Plus, take a look at what I found."
I place my find by the rock where she is sitting. She raises her eyebrows.
"It's escort samsun a large tarp?" She says confused. "What exactly does this mean for us?"
"You don't see the potential, do you?" "This is half of a decent shelter now all we have to do now is figure out what else we can use with it."
She gives me a cheerful expression. "Heh, my dad, the optimist"
I don't remember you being this mopey before.
That's because I couldn't find anything but hey, at least you found something that could be useful, all I was able to get is this.
She suddenly pulls out a hidden volleyball behind one of the rocks near her. I catch it and turn it over in my hands. I chuckle and pat the ball, making a bouncing noise in the process.
"This will come in handy if a game of volleyball breaks out."
I look up from the ball and back at Brittany. She's smiling for the first time since I got back. It's like the sun coming out on a cloudy day.
I love that smile.
"Maybe if I go up north again, I'll come back with a net," she jokes.
"I can think of worse things than spending a few days her playing ball."
"We'd both get bored fast."
"Most likely" I respond with.
Brittany then suddenly springs up "Shouldn't we be making some kind of sign for the rescue planes to see? Like spelling out HELP in sticks or something?"
"Yeah we should probably get to work on that right away"
We wander around for a while talking about nothing gathering up every good rock we can find and placing them information
"Get large ones that won't be swept up or blown away." She yells at me.
A grin begins to appear on my face; this is a lot of fun, and I can't recall the last time I spent an afternoon with Brittany like this. Even hanging out on the ship was different. There were still people around, and she made friends easily everywhere she went. I didn't register on her radar, so to speak. It's kind of ironic to be so attached to someone but still being so far away. Not her fault, of course. I never did anything to make her think of me that way. Even then making a move on your daughter? What kind of father would do something so obscene.
By the time we finish our sign, the sun has begun to set. With a pair of pink-edged clouds thrown in for good measure, the horizon eventually transforms into liquid gold.
Paris hasn't got shit on this.
Brittany stares at it with her mouth hanging open, She speaks softly, in awe.
"That may be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"No kidding"
I put my arm around her shoulder. She leans into me in a way that I don't mind at all. This sweet moment is then broken when the stomach lets out a loud growl.
Brittany just looks at me and giggles "Wow." "I guess I can't talk I'm starving too."
"Got any dinner plans?" I ask.
"Come on, Daddy isn't the man supposed to be the provider and breadwinner and all that?" she pouts
"Sure, if I had any idea what's edible around here,"
"All right, fine." Her face switches to one of determination. "I suppose it's up to me now."
"I believe I saw a papaya plank not far down." "Do you like papaya, Daddy?"
"I've never eaten one."
"Well, unless you want to go for an all coconut diet, that's what you're having tonight." "I'll be back in twenty minutes."
I watch her head off, leaving me to enjoy the sunset on my own for a while. I make my way towards the never-ending ocean and let the waves splash over shins like a proper tourist. No way are we getting a shelter up tonight, but the weather is so nice and dry that I think we'll be fine sleeping outside.
Brittany reappears a short time later, with a large pile of bottom-heavy, greenish-yellow fruit. She takes a seat on her rock and carefully arranges her things so that they do not fall onto the sand.
"Eat up," She says while handing one of the strange fruits.
"Make sure you don't eat the skin or the seeds." She says looking at me almost ready to take my first bite.
I do as she says. slicing one open with a sharp rock. It's juicy, with an unfamiliar flavor that's not so bad.
"So how do you know so much about papayas?"
"Try joining us in the 21st century sometimes." "They have these things at the fucking supermarket at home."
Hey, as far as I'm concerned, this is what idiots on TV survival shoes eat while drinking their piss.
Brittany giggles lightly. She smiles while picking at papaya on the side of her mouth.
Would you be able to last even three days here without me?
"Probably not," I admit to her. "I can tell by your face you enjoy that"
It's nice being the one in charge of a change! She states boldly.
"Let's not go that far."
"Oh, you got something to say, Mr. fearless leader?"
"Yup," I say moving my face closer to hers "Eat your fucking papaya!"
When we finish our meal, the sunsets. The nights, it turned out, are much more spectacular than the sunsets. There are so many stars that there isn't samsun escort bayan much space for the black sky. Like streaks of spilled watercolor, whole galaxies splatter throughout the horizon. Filled with a mixture of light blue, pink, and purple. The crescent moon brings extra silvery light to the scene.
We sit there silently watching it as if talking will break the spell. Sitting there, I lose track of time and don't miss a second of it. When Brittany finally does speak, it's barely a whisper.
"I'm gonna try to sleep."
I look over to her to see her already in a sleeping position on her side
"Okay, I'll join you soon."
"Uh, that's joining you metaphorically, not literally."
"It's fine to stop worrying so much" She erasures me.
I lie down behind her, facing the back of her, and the day's fatigue hits me hard, and I fall asleep quickly on the warm sand while listening to the waves.
It's not that bad to sleep under the stars. A blanket or any real clothing may have been great, but I do get a good night's sleep. No dreams, thankfully. Nothing to get me aroused again. Another embarrassment was avoided.
By the time I get up, Brittany is already awake and running about. There are a couple more coconuts on the beach, as well as new papayas for breakfast. I'm beginning to get the impression that she's bearing the majority of the load around here. That's an unsettling idea.
I sit up and watch her step waist-deep into the gentle surf, facing out to sea, as she undoes her top and slips out of her thong.
She has no idea I'm looking.
She starts by dipping each small piece of cloth in water and rubbing it between two rocks.
It reminds me of an old woman using a traditional washboard on a trip to Italy several years ago. That old lady, however, was not my daughter, the one I desired, who is just standing only a couple of feet away and was scorching hot and completely nude. When she's done with her clothing, she does her best to scrub herself in the sea. The waves lap gently at her exposed breasts. Even though the apparent bulge in my swimming trunks would be difficult to describe if she saw it, I'm too mesmerized to stop watching. Of course, she picks the precise moment to turn around and return to shore, re-donning her bikini in the process.
When she spots me looking in her direction, she comes to a complete halt.
"W-What...? the" "Daddy! what's wrong with you?"
When she knows what's going on, it's as if her whole body is turning red. Her expression tells me that her feelings could swing in either direction based on what I do next. I decide to be honest with Brittany I take a deep breath and think about how to phrase what I'm going to say.
"I... I was staring. I'm sorry." "When I awoke, you were right there, and you looked really good." "I guess my body just reacted instinctively when I saw a beautiful girl naked."
She becomes even more flushed, but the escalating anger on her face gives way to something else.
Brittany still covering her top says "Daddy that that's fucked up, you know I'm your daughter remember."
"I trusted you."
"Hey!" I exclaimed. "How many years have passed since you've trusted me without me doing something strange?"
She turns her head away from me but I can still see that the expression on her face had softened a bit.
"I guess that's true."
"It's just"... I watch her move her crossed arms from her breast to her stomach while she returns her gaze to me.
"The last thing I need when I'm stuck on a deserted island is for the only other person here to creep on me." She confidently states, "Who is a guy, and my dad."
"You think I'm a creep?" I honestly ask.
"No"... she sighs
Her head drops to the ground, and her arms fall to her sides. I can see she's thinking about her problems now.
She perks her head back up "Just promise you won't do it again, okay."
"I promise it won't happen again."
She swings her arms move behind her back and looks away from me again.
Even after making my promise, we can still feel the awkward atmosphere in the air so I try to make conversation to dissipate it a little bit.
"So, what are we going to do today?" I ask hoping to try and break the tension.
With a smirking expression on her face, she turns her head back in my direction. "What I want to do is relax on a sun lounger with a relaxing cocktail and maybe a hot oil massage." "But since that's not happening anytime soon, I'll make do with remaining alive today."
"I think that goes for both of us." I return
Suddenly my focus on Brittany is shifted by something else. She soon realizes that my focus has shifted away from her.
"What are you looking at?" she asked puzzled
I point past her and she turns around to match my gaze towards the horizon. Far offshore, the waves seem to be picking up. Dark clouds are moving out of there. I can tell, even from this distance, that they're blowing directly towards us. The breeze has a slight chill to it. My skin prickles as I realize how exposed I am. As I continue to watch the horizon, a small blue-white flash occurs, and a bolt of lightning hits the water.
I snap out of my gaze and look over to Brittany. "I think it's time we built that shelter."
She only responds with a soft "Yeah"