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I had an even funner time writing this. 6.5k words.
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The Johnsons were enjoying their seafaring trip; the sun cast its soothing sun-rays upon a sunbathing Amelia; while her twin brother Liam rested on the railing, gazing upon the cerulean sky with puffy white clouds peppering throughout. Whereas their father and mother helped themselves to a bit of 'alone time' inside, only going so far as making out and kissing each other's neck; all before Liam crashed their secret love affair to yell out, "Dad! There's a storm incoming!"
For a second, it didn't register in the patriarch's mind having been caught mid-session until it finally clicked. He ripped himself from his wife's wandering hands and ran out with his son. He was now facing up against the ashy clouds that swirled overhead. In the distance were booming thunder-strikes. Thomas blurted a curse directly towards the weatherman forecaster. "Fucking bastard!" he muttered aloud.
The next few moments were a blur. Amelia scrambled to her feet to carry her phone, towel, sunscreen, and water and bolted into the yacht where her mother was. Both women cowered and comforted each other as they watched the men scrambling to sail away from their impending doom. But it'd be no use--they'd watch in sheer terror as a gigantic wave carried them and crashed upon impact. No one knew what followed from being knocked unconscious.
Liam woke up before anyone else, cradling his throbbing head before realizing how lucky he was to be alive right now. He checked his person, counting his four limbs and no missing facial features. Everything was there, thank god. He breathed a sigh of relief and wobbled standing upright. The young man cowered from seeing the now calm, cerulean sky. He shook himself out of it, and carried on.
He looked all ways and found his sister's form lying a few feet away from him, still unconscious. He kicked the sand behind him rushing over and to his surprise see she was incredibly naked. He immediately looked away and blushed. It's not much of a surprise, though, seeing as how she was only wearing a bikini, and that wave was incredibly powerful.
Thinking on his feet, before he'd wake his sister up, he wanted to make sure she was properly covered. That's just what a decent person, and brother, would do. While he was out searching for a type of malleable leaf, his thoughts crudely went to his naked sister. Liam thought only thought of her as his bratty sister, always chastising him on stupid stuff like chewing with an open mouth or leaving the toilet seat up, but man... seeing her so vulnerable and sexy triggered something in him, but pushed those thoughts away immediately after feeling guilty.
Meanwhile, Amelia woke up dazed, rubbing the salty waters from her eyes. She sat up and felt a cool breeze hit her naked skin. The young girl looked down and shrieked when she saw how exposed she was, hands fanned out to cover her most private parts. Her thoughts frantically tried piecing together what little information she had; one moment she was sunbathing, another and she was scrambling for her things, then she was in her mother's arms when--she gasped! Her dear mother, where was she?!
The girl snapped her head side to side but only caught sight of a pair of hairy, muscular legs. She shrieked once again in surprise and terror, clutching her breasts and bare pussy. For a second she didn't know who this strange man was, until he soothed, "Amelia, it's me, your brother." Amelia would've angrily kicked the sand towards her brother if she wasn't insecure about covering her body.
Tears prickled her eyes as she sobbed, "Where's mom?" looking up at him.
He shook his head and answered, "I don't know. I woke up a few minutes ago myself, then I found you, and... when I saw, um... you, I decided to make something to cover yourself with." He then dropped the leafy material onto the soft sand. "I-I'll just turn away now, so you can dress yourself," he stuttered, turning away. In the back of his mind, though, he wanted to grant himself just a sneak peek at his nude sister.
"Thank you Liam," she sniffled, putting on the snug undergarments he made. It was definitely uncomfortable, but it'll do for now. "Okay," Amelia said and Liam turned back to disappointingly see her now covered. But his sister felt her heartstrings tug when she thought how her brother took the time, care, and effort to fix her something like this when he didn't even have to. This made her grateful to have her brother, and she promised to herself she'd return the favor one day.
On the other side of the relatively small island, the parents woke up almost simultaneously with similar splitting headaches. The father was the first to ask in a hoarse voice, "Are you okay, hun?"
She nodded, "Well, except for this splitting headache, thankfully I'm fine. No missing limbs. You?"
"Me too, thankfully. Fuck," he groaned, pressing against his forehead. "When I get home so help me god I'm gonna take that flimsy little moron and--"
"Thomas, this is not the time, sweetheart," she soothed, crawling towards him. Just then did he notice his wife's bikini top was almost in tethers. As hot as she was, it was important to focus on the matters at hand. He removed his shirt, exposing his hardened body he meticulously looked after, and gave it to his wife, who was oblivious to almost being fully exposed herself. "Oh!" she exclaimed before laughing cheekily and putting his shirt on. "Have you seen the kids?" his wife asked a moment after, worried.
"No," he sighed, grunting as he struggled standing up. His knees cracked as they bent straight. "But I think before the sun sets, we should find water, food, and shelter--in that order--before we go looking for them."
Elaine, his wife, shot up and held his arm, "But honey--"
"Look," he interrupted. "I'm worried about them, too--god knows I am, they're my kids too, but it's imperative we create a base to store our food and water. When," he stressed, "we find them, they'll have a place to join us." He knew she wanted to say more, to plead more, but he knew she knew that he was right. She nodded along, trusting her confident husband. "First, we should look for the ship and whatever remains there."
The pair of siblings trailed along the lazy shores, Amelia following behind her brother. "What should we do, Liam?" she asked, worried for their well-being. She had no idea what island this was, what animals or god forbid people that live here, if there was any food here.
Amelia's mind was reeling in a whirlwind of 'if's' until her brother spoke. "I truthfully don't know, Amelia."
She stopped in her tracks, staring at her brother's toned back until he turned to meet her upset eyes. "You don't know?!" she yelled. "Liam, we are on this godforsaken island with no food, water, parents! And you don't know what we should do?!"
