Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2017 15:06:49 +0000 From: Ed. P. Subject: Shipwrecked - Chapter 1 Shipwrecked – Chapter 1. If you're not looking for sex between close relatives (over age of consent), then look elsewhere. Nifty costs money to run, it needs your donations if it's going to keep going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Feedback more the welcome – let me know if you want some more to this story. Ed.the.P@gmail.com This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. Ed.P. Incest. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I was so excited about the trip, and at last leaving day had arrived. I'd been bugging Dad about doing something like this for ages, but he'd finally agreed – we'd go for a long-sailing trip after I took my A Levels before I went to university. It was my slightly belated 18th birthday present. We'd done lots of sailing in the English Channel, but this was totally different – we were going to fly to Sydney, there a hire yacht was reserved and we'd sail right across to Hawai'i. For a budding sailor, an absolute dream. We kissed goodbye to Mum and my younger brother and sister – it was just the two of us. I particularly liked that, as the oldest child I always felt the others were immature. My Dad, by contrast, was my idol. He worked hard to earn a good living for his family, and at the same time he kept fit and active – often at the gym, and out sailing most weekends. The flight wasn't fun, it was just soooooooooo long. Fortunately I'm good at sleeping pretty much anywhere, and I rested my head against Dad's shoulder for most of the journey. We had a couple of days in Sydney to get over the jet-lag; that was great, sight-seeing with Dad; neither of us had been to Australia before...but at the same time, part of me wanted to get on with the main business. Eventually we were in a taxi heading down to a marina. We got our kit stowed away, and an instructor took us out in the yacht for a while to make sure we knew how it all worked. It was bigger than I'd sailed before, but Dad had been on ones like this a few times; we quickly got used to it, and soon we were ready to go. The first couple of days were great sailing – we made good progress, we were both enjoying ourselves. There was something about it just being me and Dad – we felt so close, there probably wasn't another person in a hundred miles. Then things changed a bit...well a lot. Overnight a storm appeared out of nowhere. By the time we woke and managed to get out onto the deck to react things were absolutely out of control. A bolt of lightening brought the mast down, and then we ran aground – no idea where we were. There was nothing we could do except try to keep ourselves dry and be ready to find out more in the morning. I was terrified, and for the first time in years cuddled up to Dad for comfort. I could tell that he wasn't exactly calm himself, but was holding it all together for my sake. The next day the storm cleared, and we went outside to try and find out more. The yacht was firmly stuck about 20 metres out from what looked like an island, clearly there were some rocks beneath us; it wasn't going to sail anywhere, but it had been pretty battered by the weather and might not last too long before breaking up. The electronics were all screwed, the G.P.S. couldn't tell us where we were, and none of the communications could tell anybody we were there in need of help. We launched the small row-boat and went to the land. A couple of hours of exploring, and yes it was an island; so we were thoroughly isolated. Concerned that the yacht might not last, we rowed all of our things to shore. Fortunately we had lots of food and we'd found a fresh water source. By now it was getting late, so we built a fire at the mouth of a cave near the beach; for the second night I slept in Dad's arms. The next day we started to get sorted properly. I couldn't help but think that partially Dad was keeping me busy so as not to think about our hopeless situation...but he was very practical. We gathered wood and built a signal fire – hopefully any ship passing near would see and investigate. The hard physical work and the hot sun caused us both to abandon our shirts. I really noticed Dad – his muscles were so much bigger and better than mine. Even at his age, he had a trace of a six-pack; strong pecs and arms; not too much chest hair, but a nice patch of it. By contrast, I was mostly thin – I had a six-pack and my pecs were getting better...but nothing like Dad. We also built a shelter, that way we could stay close to the signal fire to tend it; plus the cave hadn't been as comfortable as we'd hoped. Dad had been on a survivalists course with a couple of his friends, he knew what he was doing. I just followed his orders. By the time that night came I was utterly drained and went to bed as soon as we had eaten. The bed was surprisingly luxurious, we'd brought bedding and the like from the yacht; it was pretty hard, but that didn't matter to me, I went out like a light in a matter of seconds. Somehow I didn't sleep deeply because Dad woke me when he came in to go to bed himself. He didn't notice me stir and carried on like he was alone. He stripped his clothes off – he'd put a t-shirt on in the evening, and when that came off I saw his torso, but I'd been around that all day. Somehow it seemed even stronger and more manly than ever now. Then he dropped his trousers, his legs like the rest of him were well-muscled; tight and worked out. He bent over facing away from me, and his boxer-briefs were taut over his arse – two tight buns, I don't know why, but I was mesmerised by them. Then he dropped the boxers too – a light dusting of hair covered his arse, but it was tight as anything. Why was I looking...let's be honest staring... at him? I found myself desperately wanting him to turn around now too. Eventually he did, there was a trimmed patch of pubes surrounding a thick uncut cock; his balls were large and low-hanging. I don't know why, but I immediately thought how lucky Mum was. Once he was in bed he was asleep in no time. By contrast, I couldn't get myself back to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I had visions of the tight arse, or the fat cock – what was going on here? The next morning by the time I woke Dad was up and sorting breakfast. There wasn't as much to do today, after breakfast we went for a swim. Both of us just wore our boxer-briefs for that, and then when we got out there didn't seem any point in putting more clothes on. I kept glancing over at Dad – what on earth was going on here? We gathered more wood to make sure that our signal fire had plenty to keep it going. Then we went to explore the island more fully. There were a few points where we had to walk single file to get through thick undergrowth – I noticed that I was staring at Dad's arse again, wishing that he hadn't put more clothes on. As I reflected I realised that I hadn't cum for over a week. Between the flight, our time in Sydney, on the yacht and here – I hadn't been by myself enough. Was this what happened when a virile 18 year-old went without cumming? I needed to get some privacy, and a good wank session, then I'd be back to normal. Every excuse I used to get away from Dad failed – if I offered to fetch something, he'd come with me. If I went swimming, he came too. This not cumming was warping my mind though – I started to imagine that he was looking at me too. Every night was torture, I lay there knowing that Dad was a couple of metres away and was sleeping naked. We hadn't been the sort of family to discuss things like sex, so saying to him `Dad I need to wank off or I'll be stuck fantasising about you' was definitely not the way to go. We were eating one evening, and Dad seemed a bit down. He'd managed to keep his spirits up very well, and that had kept mine up too. "You ok Dad?" "Yeah – why?" "You seem...I don't know...a bit distant?" "Sorry, was just thinking about your Mum – made me realise how much I miss her and the rest of them." "Yeah – me too." "Seems weird going this long without sharing my bed with her." This was going somewhere I hadn't expected, and I blushed – Dad seemed to spot it, and in trying to make things better made them much worse. "I don't mean sex, well don't just mean sex, more the whole person to hug and hold close." I didn't want to think about my parents having sex – I'd ignored the three reasons why they had done so, me and my siblings. Dad could tell I was feeling awkward. "Sorry – didn't mean to weird you out there." I pretended not to be bothered. "Not weird at all Dad – you're married after all." Then I noticed that he'd been drinking too – there was a half empty bottle by his feet. "We weren't the most wild couple – but we certainly gave each other conjugal rights..." He had to reach down to adjust his crotch. Then I noticed that I was hard too. "Perhaps an alternative would be a good idea." "I would never cheat on your Mum, she's too good to me for that. Plus there's no women round here." "I didn't mean a woman Dad. More like your hand." How had we got to this point – discussing wanking with my Dad, this was so not me or him. I changed the subject, but that night was painful – I could get the images of him out of my mind even more than usual. Plus when he undressed he wasn't completely soft – the thick cock was thicker than usual and longer, the head was poking out from the foreskin. As I lay there not only was I thinking about Dad and his cock, I was hard as a rock. The next day I woke up first – the drink had certainly helped Dad to sleep. I grabbed some boxers and dashed off to have a wank before he came round. I found the most amazing spot – there was a great view out over the sea, a couple of large rocks for me to lean again. I dropped my boxers, it felt so good to stand there naked in the open air – a gentle breeze blowing over me, the sun shining down on me. I stroked a few times, I was hard as a rock; I tried to think of that sexy girl I'd managed to seduce at school, she had a fantastic body...but the only image in my mind was Dad. Somehow that made me harder; soon I was pounding away at my cock thinking about my Dad, his hot tight arse, and thick cock. I barely stopped myself from shouting out as I my load came flying out, after such a long time it was a gigantic load; my whole body shook with the orgasm, cum went everywhere. As I opened my eye I spotted Dad – he was just coming into view. He spotted me before I could do anything, and it was clear what I'd been getting up to – cum splattered all over my body, and a rock-hard cock. "Guess I picked a bad time to come and find you. Better let you get cleaned up then." He walked away, back towards the shelter – but seemed to take a while to go, and I could have sworn he was looking me up and down before...with special attention to my cock. That night we both had a few drinks, Dad's mind seemed to be on something...eventually he raised the subject. "Sorry about disturbing you earlier." "No prob Dad, you didn't know." "No – but perhaps we need to be realistic about these things..." "What you mean?" "Look, we're both guys. Guys have needs...perhaps we should just be open about it." "You mean tell each other when we need to be alone for a bit...?" "Yeah – or even not bother. Look you're going to want to wank off again soon. Me too. Why don't we just realise that it's going to happen and not worry what we see. Might even be easier if we wank at the same time." That seemed a step too far, my face clearly gave my views away, and Dad retreated quickly. "Or just give each other some space." Soon after I went to bed, thinking that at least Dad's arse and cock would be out of my mind now that I'd had a wank... for some reason though the images were there as strong as ever. As I lay trying to get to sleep Dad came in, I kept my eyes closed as checked whether I was asleep, then he undressed as usual, then lay naked on his bed...but rather than pulling his cover over him, his hand went down to his cock. Soon he was at full-mast and wanking off. His cock was enormous – now I could see it at full strength, it must have been over 8 inches, thick as a log. I was transfixed, he seemed to be in his own world – pounding away at his meat. Soon it erupted and cum sprayed over his body. In post-orgasmic bliss he rubbed it into his skin. As he settled down to sleep, he looked in my direction. "Hope you enjoyed the show." And then went off to sleep.