Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 22:52:30 +1200 From: johnandmark@hushmail.com Subject: Trapped on Holiday WARNING: This first part contains no sexual material per se. At the time of reading, a second part is being written which contains such material. However, I would still encourage everyone to read this for important background, as skipping parts may make this story meaningless to you. Please send me any comments or feedback, even if it's just a 'thanks'. I will happily respond to, what I hope, will be a barrage of emails from everyone. EMAIL ADDRESS: johnandmark@hushmail.com While I am a new author, I am simultaneously working on two incest stories if you want more material to read. ('Luring my Brother to Bed' and 'Found out then Fucked' -- neither story is anywhere near completion at present, but with a wider variety of stories I am attempting to judge what is the most worthwhile project to focus my attention on. If you'd like a list of stories I have written at the time you're reading this, please email me.) -------------------------------------------- My knuckles whitened from the intense and nervous grip I held on the armrests of a chair, attached to a plane which was about to take flight and hurtle through the skies for the rest of the night. Despite my nervousness, I was exited about this being my first major flight, which would lead to the first holiday I've ever spent alone with my brother, Peter. As with anyone in such a condition, my eyes darted around the plane. I spotted the exits just a few meters in front of me -- something I expected I'd have to use just minutes into the flight --, I spotted the typical kinds of fliers -- the old couple, as confused as ever; the business executives, with annoyed and stern expressions as they glanced over their papers; the holidaying family, with their soon-to-be rowdy children; and my attention briefly focused on the tanned and trim bodies of some twenty or so year old guys, and I knew we were heading for more of the same on the sunny Australian beaches. But finally my eyes returned to the reassuring gaze of my brother. He placed a gentle and loving hand over my own, while sneaking a quick kiss on my lips. For about a month now, Peter and I had been in a sexual relationship since we discovered, to our great surprise, that we were both gay. I found it comforting that I was able to share my feelings and thoughts freely with someone who understood me, and didn't demand constant sexual favors in return. Looking into his crystal blue eyes placed me into a calming trance-like state, where we were able to just enjoy one another's presence. When he let go of my hand, we were already in the sky, and what I hoped to be the worst part of the journey over with. Normal plane conditions resumed once the seatbelt light turned off, as people quietly chatted, listened to the music or videos available, or engrossed themselves in a book. While I wasn't so clingy to desire my brothers attention at all times, for such a memorable occasion, it upset me that we had to sit outside each others grasp in the sterile and dignified formality of this public place. After waking from my short nap, I noticed the lights had dimmed down to almost darkness. Peter and I sat in our quiet corner and lovingly snuggled our warm bodies together under a blanket. Smiling, I drifted off back into a deep and relaxing sleep. The wakeup call was not what I was expecting. I imagined my wakeup call would be some kind of romantic kissing of my neck, or stroking of my hair as Peter's signal that we'd landed and were ready to leave. This wakeup call was more like Mission Control in red alert. Peter shook me. The lights across the entire plane flashed back into full life. There were gasps as the seatbelt light turned on, and in typical fashion the old couple inquired of the rushing flight attendants what was going on. It didn't take long until everyone was clued in, as the plane violently shook. Then an explosion followed. Then a bright orange flaming ball shone brightly against the pitch-black sky on the left side of the plane. Full panic mode -- I thought we were all about to die. The attempted calming message of the captain was drowned out by the screaming as we plunged downwards into the waiting depths of the ocean below. I retained no pretense of strength or courage as we placed our oxygen masks and lifejackets over ourselves. Tears rolled down my eyes, partly from the smoke, and partly from the sadness of our final embrace. We couldn't kiss; we couldn't properly hug with our seatbelts and lifejackets constraining us; we just had to be satisfied with touching one another. Peter's reassuring eyes of hours before were now as frightened as mine .... And the plane crashed. A short period of blackness was followed the reality of my situation. After releasing my seatbelt, I rushed forward to the exit, past the luggage, through the knee-deep water, and what must have been the first few of scores of dead. I could not rationalize or consider any action, recall any detail, or express any thought. My body was now in the driving seat, and my brain was merely an unwilling passenger. Somewhere along the way I made it out; I grabbed onto something; I spotted a shoreline; I swam; and the memory of Peter's frightened expression seared through my mind. Blackness. I roused with waves lapping at my feet and the morning sun easing my body out of its slumber. But the happy state that I first enjoyed was quickly shattered, as I lay in torn and drenched clothes, with a mouthful of sand, and the memories of last night returned to me. From my brief inspection, most of the plane appeared to have washed onto the beach, and so had many of the dead bodies of every size and appearance. On my left lay the old couple, with the husband still clinging to his wife, as they were when they both drowned. As though my heart could not sink any lower from such a scene, Peter -- my brother and my love -- lay cold and lifeless beside me. I held his hand as he did mine just hours ago, and I collapsed in tears and utter misery. When my consciousness returned, I found myself next to a camp fire some hundreds of meters from the towering metal plane, from the dead people, and from my brother. I only wanted to sink back into further despair, but I placed these thoughts aside and coolly assessed my current situation. I had nothing but the clothes on my back. The three other men who were around the camp fire did not appear to be doing much better. They mutely warmed themselves from the seas winds, all lost in memory of this terrible tragedy, and I was content to join them for what was left of the morning. While the fire crackled and the waves lapped around the golden beach at the zenith, there still remained an eerie silence from my fellow survivors. "Guys, we can't just sit here forever," said one of them. "We're in some unknown Pacific island, we have no guarantee of rescue, and we have no water, food, and few supplies. We need to built shelters for what could be, by the looks of it, a rather rainy night." Those comments quickly snapped us all out of our disinterested states, as our own circumstances, not those of the already dead, came to the forefront of our minds. That same man made the final push to kick us into action. "We're going to need a leader to get things done around here. Is there any objection to me taking that role? I'm pretty good with the outdoors, so as long as you bring me the materials, I should be able to put together what we need. And by the way, my name is Andrew." Andrew stood after everyone nodded their consent in his self-nomination as leader, and this revealed a man in his mid-30's. A man with ample muscles, and a fine, tanned and half-naked body that enclosed them. His emerald-green eyes were alight with passion in spite of the circumstances, and they glowed brilliantly in the flickering of the fire. He assigned us each an assortment of gathering tasks which sent us exploring, while he searched out water to quench our dehydrated bodies. We would meet again in the evening, and construct a small and crude shelter for the night. -------------------------------------------- Thanks for taking the time to read this short introduction. Please send me any responses you have to: johnandmark@hushmail.com