Shipwreck - Part 07
Do not read this part if you only like depictions of straight vanilla sex.
LB
Chapter 49
Life settled down over the next few weeks but apart from a few distant sightings of aircraft contrails and merchant vessels far out to sea, there was little indication of human life on the planet. The local fishermen did not return as the area was still beset by frequent storms although none reached the magnitude of the one that had deposited them there in the first place.
The group took the opportunity of any good weather to explore further but impenetrable jungle on the slopes of the volcano, limited them to the southern end of the island. They still had no idea of its size but given the lack of inhabitants, Crichton surmised it could only be a few square kilometres, one of nearly 700 such outcrops of land without permanent habitation in the Fijian archipelago.
They found no further buildings but came across a crashed fighter aircraft from WW2, fortunately without the remains of the pilot so they assumed he had bailed out before the crash. On one such expedition they discovered the source of the streams and small lakes near their encampment, a spring issuing from a fissure suggested that there was a crater lake inside the volcano, replenished by rainfall.
Life could have been described as idyllic on a paradise island if not for the fact they were stranded and cut off from the outside world. They had access to fresh water and a plentiful, if somewhat monotonous supply of food from the sea and jungle. However, this was not a holiday on a beautiful tropical island as there was not time during daylight hours to relax on the beach; fishing, hunting and gathering were daily chores necessary to keep the family fed.
Yes, family! For that is what they had become. In fact more than a normal family as the close knit group did not argue, bicker or sulk, there were no tantrums, no cross words, no friction at all. They just loved each other!
Sexually as well as emotionally!
The development of a sexual and emotional bond was nowhere more evident than the changed relationship between Nadia and Tanya, with the older woman channelling her own bi-sexual urges but also providing mindfulness support as the younger woman's pregnancy progressed, even though she had no practical experience and said so. Tanya was just grateful to have a quasi-mother figure with whom she could discuss how her body was changing.
They were inseparable both day and night when the mothering stopped and the loving started.
The sense of family did not manifest itself straight away as Lance and Chloe initially felt excluded from the 'love bubble' that seemed to surround Crichton, Nadia and Tanya. More importantly they were irked that their erstwhile lover had traded up from their threesome without so much as a
see-ya-later!
However, they kept the sense of hurt that they had been marginalised to themselves and the other three were so engrossed in the dynamics of their new polyamorous relationship, that they did not give it a moment's thought.
Something had to give and one day when Tanya was replacing Chloe as lookout, things came to a head.
It was almost a carbon copy of Tanya and Crichton's conversation under similar circumstances, an unemotional transactional handover with a very emotional coda as Chloe started to descend the ladder. She looked over at Tanya with tears in her eyes.
"We miss you, babe."
Tanya was taken aback and her face betrayed her confusion.
"I'm sorry... I haven't gone anywhere. What do you mean?"
Chloe bristled. How could she not know what she meant! Her clipped voice betrayed her anger.
"Don't play coy with me! You've gone over to the other side without so much as a 'goodbye'! My Mother's cunt obviously tastes much better than mine and don't think I haven't heard you calling her '
Mummy
' when you cum... you slut!"
Chloe's anger immediately triggered the attack-defence spiral in Tanya.
"What the fuck are you talking about! If you weren't such a voyeur always hanging around when others are... getting off...."
She paused as the truth of what Chloe said hit home and her face fell. Sighing, she got up and walked across the roof to where the younger girl remained standing at the ladder.
"Oh Chloe, babe, I am so sorry! I've been such a bitch. You're right. I've been so wrapped up with Nadia and Dad that I've not thought about the impact on you guys."
She embraced the younger girl who initially did not return the hug, remaining stiff and unyielding but eventually the familiar feeling of Tanya's hands caressing her body caused her to relax and she started to reciprocate. She lifted her head with her lips searching out Tanya's and their mouths melded in a gentle, loving kiss with tongues playfully entwined. They broke apart and Tanya looked thoughtfully at her friend and lover.
"What can I do to make it up to you?"
The young blonde smiled coyly.
