Island Of Delight

I guess there can be worse scenarios then the one I find myself in at the moment and being stuck on a deserted island with my stepmother Mandy might not be all that bad if it weren't for all of her negativity. I mean we didn't die in the plane crash, nor were we injured, which is more than I can say for the pilots now those poor bastards are dead.

I however was knocked out when we crash landed on the beach and I awoke this morning to Mandy shaking me and crying my name. Yeah and I'm still getting my bearings at the moment.

"What are we going to do Max? Your father will be worried sick!" Mandy cried.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "He didn't know we were coming Mom, so how is he going to be worried?"

She looked at me and her mouth dropped as her mind suddenly registered what I'd said. "Oh my god, you're right! He doesn't know!" she gasped placing a hand to her mouth. Then her blue eyes began to tear up as the truth of our situation started to sink in.

This had all been Mandy's plan. In fact it was just as much a surprise to me

when she picked me up at the University and away we flew. We were flying in on a charter to surprise my father who is working in Fiji on the island of Vita Levu. We were supposed to land at the Suva airport and we were going to call dad from there. At least that was her plan.

I put a hand on her shoulder, "You need to calm down mom. I'm sure they're out looking for us."

"Do you really think so Max?" she asked with a little coming into her expression.

"Yes mom I'm pretty sure the charter company will be missing their Jet. And it's most likely equipped with a tracking system. So it's just a matter of time, okay?"

Mandy brushed back her shoulder length blond hair and nodded, "That's good it makes me feel better." but then her eyes widened, "What if it got damaged in the crash? You know the tracky thingy what if it was damaged and it's not emitting a signal and...?"

"Geez for fuck sake now your starting to worry me!" I snapped. She was right if the tracker was damaged to the point it didn't omit a signal then we were royally fucked. I mean because there are 330 islands that make up Fiji and 220 of them are uninhabitable.

I had to get away from Mandy so I could think, I stood up and left the shade of our palm tree and I started walking down to the beach.

"Where are you going, Max?"

I just raised my hand and shook my head, "I need a fucking break from you mom." I said.

"Max! That's not very nice!" she whined. "I'm just scared is all."

I turned and looked at her, "For fuck sake just shut up for a minute that's all I'm asking! Can you do that for me, please?" I snapped. I shouldn't have snapped at her but my head was killing me and I didn't want to listen to anymore of her sniveling.

I had to think about our situation without hearing anymore of her negativity. We had to survive until we get rescued and there was no telling how long that might be. Heck who knows if they're even out looking for us right now. I had to stop thinking like that. They were looking for us I just knew it. I had to think positive.

I went over the things in my head that I know we'll need, clean drinking water, a fire, shelter and food to survive. I mean I've watched my share of survival videos on YouTube, and I know those are the main essentials for survival. But an island was certainly different from being in the woods back home in Middle Tennessee.

I walked over to what was left of the jet, it was a 6 passenger Phenom 300 E. The wings were gone and all that was left was the fuselage and it was pretty well in tack other than the pilots compartment which had been sheered off in the crash and was now laying fifty feet inside the tree line. There is no way the pilots could have survived, it looked like a smashed up beer can. Damn I wish I had a fucking beer right now.

I stepped inside the fuselage and I began searching through the overhead storage compartments. I found Mandy's pink suitcase and my large gym bag and I laid them in the seats. I was about to open Mandy's suitcase when she stepped inside.

"Hey that's my bag!" she snapped.

I stopped and looked at her curiously, "I know but I was just gonna check and see what kind of supplies you might have." I pinched the zipper and again I was about to open it. But Mandy snatched it away from me.

"STOP! I'll check my own bag, thank you very much!" she snapped.

"What do you have in it that you don't want me to see?" I smirked.

"Never mind." She shook her head and picked up the bag and walked back out. I watched her drag the heavy pink suitcase through the sand and beneath the shade of the trees. I shook my head and opened my own bag and for the life of me I couldn't remember exactly what I'd packed. I mean my brain was still rattled. So I dumped the contents out onto the seat. I'd packed my dirty clothes in it, thinking I was going to get to go home and do my laundry but Mandy fucked that up. I'd packed my Vape along with a full bottle of nicotine juice called Monkey Fuck. One of my buddies on campus makes the stuff. Girls love it because they get horny as fuck when they vape it. But since I'm a guy it does nothing for me in that department but I do get a nice nicotine buzz from it. I found a lighter, and five sticks of beef Jerky. I'd purchased the Jerky from a convenience store the night before. They were out of date so I got a good deal on them. I pocketed the items into the pockets of my cargo shorts and continued searching the plane. I found six complimentary blankets and six pillows, each one separately wrapped in thick plastic.

"Alright!" I exclaimed when I found the two six packs of bottled water. Hell yeah at least we now have water. Unfortunately I didn't find anything else.

I stepped out of the passenger compartment with an arm load of supplies and made my way over to where Mandy now sat beneath the shade of a palm tree.

"Wow!" She gasped seeing the pillows, blankets, and water. "All that was in there?"

I nodded and sat down beside her.

She snatched one of the waters from my hand and opened it and guzzled it right then and there.

"Hey we need to conserve the water, mom!"

She looked at me as if I'd slapped her, "I'm thirsty, Max!"

"I know and I am too but don't you think we need to ration it?"

"It's hot out here honey!" Mandy said fanning herself with her hand.

I just shut up, there was no use in trying to explain it to her. She was such a spoiled dumb ass who's had her every need taken care of...by my father. Country club lifestyle was the norm for this bitch. You might think that I don't care very much for my step mother and you would be right. My horn dog of a father divorce my mom for this thirty year old slut and when mom tried to take him to the bank he had her committed. Now she's in a mental institution somewhere in New York state being fed drugs to keep her docile. My 62 year old father is a powerful man with friends in high places. So I was fifteen when I had to move in with dad and his bitch wife. There now I'm finished with my rant let us proceed.

I began coning the beach and gathering up firewood just to get away from her winy ass.

"Why are you gathering firewood, Max?" Mandy asked.

I dropped the wood and turned to walk away.

"Max don't ignore me please, and answer my question." she pleaded.

I stopped and turned to her, "Well if you must know. I plan on making a fire tonight to ward off the bugs."

"Oh I see. In that case bring more firewood." she chortled.

"I could use some help." I said.

"I'll mess up my nails." Mandy raised her hands and spread her fingers for me to see. "I just got them done. before we left."

I frowned.

"Don't they look nice?"

I walked away shaking my head. I knew if we had any chance of surviving, it was going to be me that gets us through it.

"Max don't be like that."

I kept walking and made my way down the beach picking up dried driftwood and when I'd collected enough I stacked it in a pile.

"Can we talk, honey?" Mandy asked.

I sat down in the sand beside her, "So what do you want to talk about?"

"I don't want us to be enemies, sweetie. I mean who knows how long it will be before we're rescued."

I shrugged, "You're right, I don't want to argue with you either, mom and we need to work together if we're going to survive until help arrives."

"I understand. I'll step back and let you take charge and do whatever you say." Mandy said and she stuck out her hand.

I took her hand and we shook on it, "Deal." I said.

"So what do you want me to do, first?" she asked.

"I want you to unwrap some of the blankets and spread them out so we're not sitting in the sand."

"Hey that's a good idea!"

I stood up, "As for me I'm going down to the beach and search through the trash."

"Trash?" Mandy asked.

"Yeah the stuff that's washed up on the shoreline."

"Oh...right. You might find some useful items." she smiled.

"That's what I'm hoping." I said.

I searched the shore line and I found an old tangled fishing net, a large square gallon sized metal olive oil can and two empty water bottles of the two liter variety. The sun was quickly going down so I headed back to our make shift camp and I found Mandy laying down and taking a nap. She had ditched her white blouse and slacks for a red bikini and I must say she looked good lying there.

I cleared my throat and she stirred then sat up and yawned and stretched her arms above her head.

"Hello sleepy head." I said.

She smiled, "I got everything done that you asked of me so I decided to take a nap."

"I see you changed into some more appropriate apparel for the heat."

She blushed and nodded, "You might say that I had no other choice. And as for you I see that you've found some...trash."

"Yeah." I smiled and dropped the items in the grass and sat down. I took a water and uncapped it and drank half of it and offered the bottle to Mandy.

"Thank you, Sweetie." she took the bottle from me and drank down the remainder of the bottle.

I took the empty bottle from her and recapped it and placed it with the supplies, "We'll keep it just in case we find some fresh water.

"So you think there may be a fresh water supply around?" she asked.

"I hope so."

"I'm glad I'm stuck on this island with you and not your father." Mandy giggled.

"Oh yeah and why is that?"

Mandy shrugged, "You know I love your father, Max but lets just face it he's not the woodsy type."

"And you are?"

"Hey buster! I've been camping several times as a little girl. My uncle Rodger used to take me three times every summer."

"Well then call me impressed." I winked.

"But I haven't been camping in many years and I've forgotten a lot of what my uncle taught me." she smiled. "That's why I'm glad you're here. You know you remind me a lot of my uncle Rodger." she smiled. "But certainly a younger version of him."

"I do, huh?"

"Yes and I loved my uncle dearly."

"So I take it that you and your uncle were close?"

Mandy smiled warmly and winked, "VERY close."

I didn't know how to reply to that, so I kept my mouth shut and picked up the net and began the arduous task of untangling it. I mean I have nothing better to do, right?

"That darned thing is a mess. Here let me help. I'm pretty good at untangling things."

"Yeah like marriages, right." I said and I said it before I thought about it too. Shit!

She dropped her end of the net and stood, "You're an asshole, Max!"

"Hey I thought you said I reminded you of your uncle. Was he an asshole too?"

"Fuck you, Max!" with that said she huffed off to the beach. I didn't even look back at her. Let her fucking pout and where was she gonna go where stranded on a deserted island.

I worked on the net for over an hour until I finally got it untangled. Then I carefully rolled it up and I laid it to the side. That's when I noticed that Mandy hadn't come back yet and it was getting dark. I stood up and walked down to the beach and I found her sitting in the sand with her chin on her knees. I walked over and sat down next to her.

"I'm sorry, Mandy. I shouldn't have said those things."

Mandy kept staring ahead at the last of the light on the horizon. She sighed, "I knew you would hate me, Max. I told Oliver that before I ever moved in. He told me everything would work out. In my heart I knew it wasn't true."

"Can you really blame me. I mean fuck you destroyed my parents marriage."

A tear rolled down her cheek, "I love you Max and I'm so sorry and so wish that things could be different between us I really do." she said wiping away the tear.

"You could never be my mother, Mandy."

"Don't you think I know that, Max. In fact I don't want you calling me, mom anymore. It's just bullshit."

"You got that right." I smirked.

"What can I say or do that'll help us get past this, Max?"

"I don't know of a damn thing you could do to help me get past this, okay. So lets just try and get through this without getting on each other's nerves."

Mandy nodded, "I agree."

"Lets go back to camp and I'll build a fire and we can both sing kumbaya. How does that sound?" I smiled.

Mandy giggled and shook her head, "You're a mess, Max."

I stood up, "I thought I was an asshole?" I laughed and offered her a hand up.

She took my hand and I helped her to her feet. "You gotta admit that you made me mad, buster." She started brushing the sand from her bottom, "Oh goodness I have sand between my legs." she whined.

"Well go wash yourself off." I suggested pointing to the water.

"No I don't think so. It's night and there could be sharks out."

"So I guess you'll be sleeping with sand in your cracks, tonight." I laughed.

She popped my arm, "That's not funny sweetie."

"Look I'll go out there with you." I said and I began unbuttoning my shorts.

"No Max!"

"Oh shut up I got underwear on." I laughed and pulled my shorts down. I was wearing a skimpy pair of red bikini briefs that really emphasized my man package if you know what I mean.

Her eyes instantly went to my crotch and she quickly looked away.

I took her hand and we walked out into the surf until the water was up to our waist.

She bent down until the water covered her shoulders and began cleaning herself all the while looking over her shoulder for fins. When she was done washing her crack, both I assumed, she reached for my hand and I helped her walk out of the water.

That's better she said adjusting the butt strap of her bikini.

Mandy shivered uncontrollably as I started a fire. I sat down on the blankets and pulled her to me to help warm her up so the fire could build up. Surprisingly enough she allowed me to hold her. I rubbed her back vigorously and then tore open another blanket and wrapped it and placed it around her.

"Thank you, Max."

"Don't mention it. So are you hungry?" I asked.

"I'm so famished." she said.

I picked up my cargo shorts and took a pack of beef jerky from the pocket.

"You have Beef Jerky? Oh my god I could kiss you!" she exclaimed.

I laughed and took out my Gerber and flicked the knife blade open and cut away the plastic. Then I twisted the twelve inch stick into two and handed her half.

Mandy bit a piece of it off and began chewing away. "Mummm I haven't had beef jerky in quite some time. I've almost forgotten how good it tastes." she smiled.

I uncapped another bottle of water and we shared it as we finished our portions of Jerky.

I let Mandy finish the bottle of water as I put a few more sticks of wood on the fire.

She smiled up at me sleepily, "I think I'm gonna crash." she said and laid back and pulled the blanket around her.

I looked around for another blanket but couldn't find one, "Well shit!" I said.

Mandy raised her head and looked up at me, "What's wrong, Max?"

"I don't have a blanket."

She raised her blanket, "Come here sweetie we can share this one."

"Really?"

"Yes come on." she patted the space beside her.

I nodded and slid beneath the warm blanket. Mandy turned onto her side with her rear facing me. The blanket was rather small so I had to slide myself closer to her until my groin was pressed up against her ass. Her warmth went straight through the thin fabric of my bikini briefs.

Mandy wiggled her butt trying to get comfortable, "Is this okay, Max?"

"Yes." I said trying for the life of me to not focus on my cock against her soft warm ass. I so wished that I'd put my cargo shorts back on. "Do you have enough cover, Mandy?"

"I'm fine, honey. You can drape your arm over me if you need more room."

"Okay." I raised my left arm and draped it over her thin waist and pressed my chest against her back.

"Thank you, Max."

"What are you thanking me for?" I asked.

"I feel safe now." she said.

"Well I'm glad that I can help you."

There was a beat of silence between us as we just lay there our breathing becoming one it seemed. Then Mandy started to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh Max, if Oliver could see us right now!"

I started laughing too. "You got that right mom, he'd shit a brick."

She stopped laughing and lifted her head, "Did you call me, mom?"

"I'm sorry it's a force of habit."

She patted my hip, "No no Max, it's okay you can continue calling me mom if you like." She left her hand on my hip.

She sighed, "What I said earlier about it all being bullshit, I didn't really mean it. It actually makes me feel good when you call me mom. It always has."

I didn't respond and everything went quiet between us again.

I raised up on my elbow, "You were twenty eight when you married dad, right mom?"

She turned over on her back and looked up at me, "Yes I was twenty eight. Why?"

"Why didn't you and dad try to have kids?" I already knew the answer but I wanted to hear her version of why.

She laughed and rolled her blue eyes and put an arm behind her head, "Well it wasn't for a lack of trying, honey." she chortled.

"So whose fault is it?" I asked knowing darn well that my father had a vasectomy after I was born.

Mandy gave me a hard look, "I don't think your father would be comfortable with me talking to you about this, Max."

"He's my dad. He has no privacy." I chuckled and so did Mandy.

"Okay I'll tell you but you can't breathe a word of this to your father. Do you understand me young man?"

I made a gesture of zipping my lips.

"It's all my fault."

"Pardon me?"

"Yes. It's my body. It was difficult for my mother to get pregnant. She and daddy tried for years until she finally became pregnant with me. So you see it runs in my family, Max."

"So your taking the blame for not being able to get pregnant? Wow!" I shook my head

She turned over on her side to face me and brushed aside her blond hair, "Yes Max that's what I'm saying. Your proof positive that Oliver's reproductive system works just fine." she chortled.

I smiled and rolled my eyes, "That's a load of bullshit."

She looked at me confused, "Pardon me?"

"It's not your fault that you can't get pregnant, mom!"

"No it is, Max."

"He had a vasectomy a few months after I was born. My mom told me. She said that he never wanted another baby."

Mandy's mouth dropped, "No I don't believe that, Max!"

"Believe it or not, it's true."

Mandy shook her head and tears began to well up in her blue eyes, "No.. it can't be true."

I smiled and nodded.

"You're saying this because..."

"Because I don't want you to take the blame for something that isn't your fault!"

Mandy rolled over to face away from me and began to cry.

I actually felt sorry for her so I placed a hand on her shoulder but she pulled away. "I'm sorry that you had to hear it from me."

She turned her head and looked at me, "I just can't believe that your father would lie to me like this. He knows how much I wanted to..." she stopped and shook her head.