Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2018 22:46:54 +0000 From: Ed. P. Subject: Shipwrecked Chapter 2 Shipwrecked – Chapter 2. 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 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. The next morning I slowly came round – it had taken me ages to get to sleep, I was petrified of wanking whilst he was there and might wake up and see me, but at the same time, I was so completely horned up by what I'd seen that I couldn't think about anything else. Dad had already got up, I could hear him outside. I slowly staggered out, Dad was sorting some wood for the fire – he'd made breakfast, and eaten his. He acted as though there was nothing odd at all. Totally natural. I ate, and then went and washed myself in bit in the stream just a little bit away – as soon as I started to, my cock went hard and took ages before it calmed down a bit. The rest of the day was the same, Dad behaved entirely naturally as though there was nothing odd at all about what had happened the previous evening. I was the complete opposite, I couldn't think about anything else. Every time I saw Dad, I was searching his body for signs – whether his shorts were giving any hint of his cock or arse; whether he was looking at me...it was driving me mad. That afternoon I slipped away, and Dad didn't seem to follow me. I went to the opposite end of the island, eventually sure that I was entirely alone I got my cock out. It shot to full height in less than a second and I pounded away at it. I was right at the edge within a minute, I managed to hold back before building up to it a second time, and a third, then finally on the fourth time I went over the edge – an enormous load shot out from my cock, it must have travelled five feet. The orgasm made my whole body shake. I lay back, but couldn't get out of my mind that the whole time I'd been wanked I wasn't thinking about tits or a girl's arse, I was thinking about Dad's cock. Dad's cock with his hands pumping it, full and thick as it was; then I imagined my hands on it rather than his...this island was sending me mad. Eventually I went back, Dad saw me arrive and acted as though everything was totally normal. "Hey there, had a good walk?" "Yeah, it's still an island though – didn't find a hidden route off." "Want a drink? We don't have much, but we could split a beer." "Sure – why not." As Dad had been doing most of the cooking, and had tended the fire for the whole day, I cooked supper for us. I wouldn't claim to be a potential professional, but the food was edible. We chatted about stuff whilst we chilled in front of the fire – two issues were looming over us, but neither of us mentioned them: that we were stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere, and sex...we both seemed to want to ignore the first, but I was totally obsessed with the second, I started to think that Dad was chilled out now that he'd had a wank. That night we got into bed, I turned over to try and get to sleep. Soon I could hear Dad though, he was wanking off again. I just froze, I was facing away but if I closed my eyes then the only image I could conjure up was him wanking. I noticed that my own cock was hard too, but I didn't dare move to touch it, I didn't want Dad to know that I was listening in. He fell asleep as soon as he'd shot his load; I took ages to drop off. The same cycle continued for the next couple of nights, except that I didn't get chance to wank off. During the Dad acted as though nothing odd had gone on, and then every night, laying on his bed a couple of feet away from me, he would wank off without making any attempt to hide it. Once he had fallen asleep, I thought I would take my turn. I slowly turned onto my back, pushed my boxers down under the cover, and started to stroke – almost immediately I heard Dad stir in his sleep. I froze, I couldn't keep going with him there. Like the last two nights I tried to sleep with the image of his wanking session burned into my mind. The next night, I pretended to be really tired and went to bed very early; I was sure that I'd have a decent time before Dad came in. I lay there and started to wank, Dad was all I could think about – but I half expected that by now. My eyes were closed, and I didn't noticed Dad come in. He just lay on his bed and started to wank too. As his breathing changed, I noticed, and just as I was about to shoot I opened my eyes and saw him – his large hard cock was getting pumped like mad. "Hey there, don't mind me." I was too into my own session to stop, and soon a large load was covered my chest and abs; a few moments later Dad matched me. "That felt good. But we should probably get cleaned up." He stood up, made no attempt to cover his cock – still hard and with a bead of cum on the tip. He went and grabbed a couple to t-shirts to clean up with. He came over and passed one to me – I was transfixed by his cock, before he gave me the t-shirt he looked me up and down. "Well you're doing your old man proud there – I remember having loads that big, and you're definitely all man down there too." Then he dropped the t-shirt onto me and went to clean himself. I noticed that he didn't bother to put any boxers on. The next morning he slept beyond me, I was making some breakfast when he appeared. He was fully dressed, at least that was a relief for me. At first, there was no hint about our nocturnal activities; he was just doing his `pretend everything's normal' routine. Then just as I was about to clear up from the meal he broached the subject. "Hope you didn't mind me joining you last night." I was silent, I didn't know how to reply. "I just thought we should be relaxed and open, I mean, it's not like there's any alternative." I finally managed to get some response out. "No, that's all cool." I was entirely unconvinced and probably unconvincing. "Great – well I'm off for a swim, want to come?" I was hoping that things would get calm and normal between us again, and so went with him. We got onto the beach, and I pulled my shorts and t-shirt off; Dad did too, but he didn't have any boxers on underneath – he went off into the sea naked. I could tell that he was watching me, I tried to pretend everything was normal and pushed my boxers down and went naked too. We swam and played in the sea for a while – then Dad decided to get out and sun-bathe for a while. I stayed in the sea enjoying the feel of the cool water. When I had tied myself out I started to walk out, Dad was laying there on his back, he seemed to be asleep – still naked. His cock out on show to the whole world. While he wasn't hard, he didn't seem to be fully soft either. I couldn't help but think about sex with that on show, and I started to get hard. He was laying right next to my clothes, so I couldn't even slip past him. As I got close he sat up. "Looks like last night wasn't enough for you." He could see my embarrassment. "I remember being 18, horny all of the time. Don't mind me if you want to knock one out." Then he lay back. I knew I couldn't just walk away, so I lay down to sun-bathe, hoping that I'd go soft quickly. That wasn't about to happen. Then Dad's hand went down to his own cock, he started to stroke it gently; it rapidly filled out. I couldn't help but stare. He must have noticed me. "Look – you're desperate to wank, might as well get on with it – unless you want me to do it for you." I grabbed my cock and started to wank; but the last comment echoed round my head – this was crazy, why would I want my dad to wank me off? I was going slowly, and Dad finished before me; he sat there watching me. "It's almost like you are going slowly waiting for some help." With that I froze, and suddenly Dad grabbed my cock and started to pump me. I threw my head back, his touch was like an electric shock – soon my load was flying out. Once he saw what he'd done, Dad looked shocked. "Sorry, I'm just sorry." Then he dashed away. I didn't know what to do – I was laying there, sun beating down on me, I cleaned off in the sea, got dressed and took Dad's clothes back to our little camp. There was no sight of him. I was worried, but knew he wanted some space for himself. At the same time, I needed some space too. It wasn't just about imagining his cock any more – I was running over in my head what it was like to have him wank me. It was, quite frankly, damned hot. Every time it got me hard again. The sun was starting to dip in the sky, and I was starting to get a little worried about Dad. Eventually he appeared, he was still naked, but looked very worried. He went straight into the shelter and got some clothes. When he came back out he sat opposite me. "Look, I don't know what to say; it's just this whole thing's been getting to me. I'm so sorry, I'd been having dreams that this was what you wanted. I didn't want to do anything you didn't want...but I guess I sort of wanted you to want it..." He was rambling, I could see that there were tears in his eyes, and I realised how he'd been strong for me and to support me through this whole episode; now he needed something back from me. I shuffled round to him, and put my arm round his shoulder. I was clearly getting confused too, my cock was hard now. "Dad, I know this is hard for us both; we've got to stick together, we're strong enough if it's both of us." He turned his head and looked towards me; I don't know why, but I leant in and kissed him. He froze for a moment, then started to kiss back; soon our tongues were deep in each other's mouths. I ran a hand down his body, and found that I wasn't the only one who was hard. He broke the kiss for a moment. "Are you sure about this?" "Never been more sure about anything Dad." I pulled his t-shirt up, and we broke this kiss again – just to get our tops off. The rest of our clothes followed, we lay there hands all over each other; lips locked tighter than a vice. Soon we were wanking each other. We shot together, our hot loads meeting and mingling between our bodies. That night we slept in the same bed, both naked, Dad behind me with his strong arms wrapped round me. It was the best night's sleep I'd had since we arrived. The next morning I was woken by something pushing into my back, I realised that it was Dad, but that he was intentionally doing it – it was just his morning wood. I grabbed at it to give a few strokes, Dad moaned in his semi-sleeping state. I turned over and started to kiss him as I stroked him. When he realised what was happening, at first he pulled back; then remembering the night before he started to kiss again and wank me off too. That morning I didn't bother to wash the cum off – this was Dad's as much as mine, and I loved having it on my skin. Neither of us bothered to dress either, except when I went off to fetch some more wood – that was just sensible going into the undergrowth. As I came back and was finished, I was about to sit down and drink some water. "Spoiling my view now?" "Sorry Dad?" I wasn't sure what he meant. "All of those clothes, aren't I allowed to see my boy any more?" I realised, and with what little energy I had left gave him a mock strip-tease. He played with his cock clearly enjoying it. "Next thing you'll be asking to suck this." I said, and then thought I'd crossed a line. "No way I'd ask. I'd just help myself." And with that, Dad pushed me to the ground, and took my cock into his mouth. He was a complete novice at this, but it was clear that he'd had a few blow-jobs himself; plus he was enjoying it...I certainly was too, and soon was hard as a rock. "Aren't we about sharing in this family anymore?" I asked pretending to be offended. Dad looked up puzzled, I grabbed at his cock – already hard – and tried to suck that too. We lay there in a 69, both not really knowing what to do; but both loving every moment of it, and soon enough both filling each other's mouths with hot cum. We both knew what to do next, and grabbed the other's face to kiss deeply and share cum. Over the next couple of days our cock-sucking skills just got better and better. We would practise several times each day, and whenever we weren't busy collecting wood or playing in the sea, we'd just lay in each other's arms. Each morning was begun by whoever woke first kissing the other, or giving him a blow-job – it was bliss. Then one day as I was stacking wood, I felt Dad's hand on my arse. "This has got my hypnotised, I can't look away." I stood up, turned round and grabbed his cock – it was already hard. His eyes had that look of love and lust I was so used to now. I dropped to my knees and was about to start sucking him, but he held me back. "Can I ask a question?" "Sure Dad, but I think we both know we want it now." "Yeah, your mouth's great – love shooting in there...but it's not like fucking a pussy." I felt rejected, it was just like – you'll do as second best, but I just want a woman there. My cock softened immediately, I felt tears welling up in my eye. Dad spotted it, and continued. "Don't think you get me, I want more of you, I want that hot arse of yours." I looked puzzled, Dad pulled me back to my feet and ran his hand over my tight buns. "I want to fuck your arse, make you totally mine." Immediately I knew that I wanted that too, no, I needed it. "I'm all yours, so it's your arse if you want it." Knowing that this would be more challenging than cock-sucking we went in and lay on the bed. We kissed for a while, then Dad sucked my cock to get me hard. I was horny, but was also getting a bit nervous. "Will this hurt." "Sorry Son, but I think it will at first." Then he rolled my over, and pulled my up onto all fours. He gazed at my arse, I could feel his eyes burning into it. Then his hands went over it, over the buns first, then down the crack, then giving a little push onto my hole. Then his tongue moved in. Soon he was rimming me deeply, I was sent to another world. His tongue was replaced by a finger, well slicked up with his spit; the first time I'd been penetrated – it was a weird feeling, I didn't quite know what it felt like, except tight. Eventually Dad decided that I'd had enough preparation, and got me to suck his cock – it was already harder than I'd seen it before, and now I could see quite hot enormous it was, there was no way that would fit inside my arse...but I could tell that Dad wouldn't take `no' for an answer now, so I got it as slick and wet as I could. I was there, nervous as hell, on all fours; soon I felt Dad's cock against my hole, at first gently, then harder and harder. His whole weight was soon on top of me, pushing; finally my arse gave in, and the first part of his cock went inside me. It burned and felt like he was ripping me apart, but I knew this was just the beginning; from the noises he was making it was clear that he loved it. As he pushed his cock further in, I could barely cope – he was so big, and I was so tight. Tears were streaming down my face, but I kept quiet and as Dad was behind me he couldn't tell. Eventually I felt his body against mine, he was fully inside me. He relaxed there for a while. "You're so fucking tight and sweet there." I knew that if I replied, I wouldn't be able to hold back with how much it was hurting me. Just as I was starting to get used to it Dad started to pull back; the pain hit again, but by now Dad was beyond caring. Once he'd pulled back, he went back in again – soon he was fucking me like a drill...then something happened, Dad hit my prostate. I'd heard about it, but didn't realise what it was like – it still hurt, but now I was getting pleasure from it too. Then it started to hit me that Dad was fucking me – the same Dad who'd made me and raised me...then same Dad I'd been kissing and sucking, was buried deep inside me. Before I knew it I was loving it too – we were both in bliss. Then Dad's tempo increased, he was fucking faster and faster; he was clearly getting close. Finally he collapsed on top of me, I could feel his cock pulsing as he filled my arse with the same cum that made me 18 years ago. We just lay there, Dad's cock slowly softening inside me. "That was the best fucking orgasm ever. I fucking love you." We held each other, kissing, and relaxing for what seemed like hours. A new routine emerged, Dad would fuck me at least twice each day. He'd suck me off too, and I'd suck his cock every chance I'd get. Then one day the miracle happened. Dad had just fucked me, and I was sucking his cock clean – trying to get every last drop of cum out of him – when he suddenly jumped up. He'd spotted something on the horizon. We quickly added more wood to the signal fire, and stared at it, not even sure that it was real. Slowly it became more and more real. We grabbed each other, and kissed deeply – there was a ship coming towards us. We grabbed some clothes, and went down to the beach. There was a large cargo ship, it sent a launch out – soon the two of us, with as many of our belonging were safely onboard. We managed to speak to Mum using the satellite phone, all of us were in floods of tears as we spoke. The ship was going to Hong Kong, and we'd be there in three days time, from there it would just be a flight and we'd be home. Hearing Dad and Mum talk to each other brought some reality back into my mind; it was one thing to let some steam off when two horny men were stuck in the middle of nowhere, but soon he'd had his wife back. That night I lay on my bunk, Dad and I were in the same cabin, I turned my back on the room and silently cried into my pillow. The next morning my eyes were all puffy from the tears, I couldn't hide this from Dad. "That looks like something more than just relief. What's up?" I burst into tears again, and somehow managed to mumble. "It's all over between us isn't it Dad?" Dad just put his arm around me, then pulled me in close and kissed me – it was just the same as it had ever been. "Don't even think that for a moment. That arse of yours still belongs to me." With that he pushed the shorts and boxers I was wearing down, followed by his own, a few strokes and he was hard and pushing into my arse. Even though I was used to it now, this was rough and raw – but my arse knew that it was Dad's cock, soon my cock was hard and leaking pre-cum. The rest of the journey to Hong Kong was the same – Dad fucking me almost continually. We had a couple of nights in a hotel while new passports were sorted out – they were just the same too...we even had a session during the flight back to England. It was almost too much to get back home – neither of us could have imagined it would happen, but here we were. The whole family re-united; that night I went back into my room, and collapsed onto the bed – it was the first time I'd slept alone, I hated the feeling. The next day we managed to get a quick fuck in while we were alone in the house...from then on, whenever we had the chance we were at it, not as much as on the island. Even the experience of getting shipwrecked wasn't enough to keep us away from sailing though; every weekend we'd be out on Dad's yacht – just the two of us, and only ever using one bunk at night.