This is my first attempt at storytelling, so be nice. Story is fictional though based on actual characters and their circumstances. Material is copyrighted.
I have never been comfortable with flying. It is a form of travel that I will not do. So when the chance came to go to Australia some six years ago, ship travel was the only option. Ship travel has some nice advantages over plane such as on board entertainment and all the shops and conveniences of home. There are four of us, this kind of vacation was a once in a lifetime trip for us. My wife Constance of twenty years, my son Andy who was fourteen and my daughter Rose who was twelve set out on our voyage expecting to have a wonderful time and to be home in a few weeks.
That is when the trouble began. Most cruise ships avoid ocean storms unless they are not considered severe. Our cruise ship was no different in this respect. When we cruised into a storm on our fifth day of the cruise I was not concerned and did not see it as a dangerous situation. The ship was traveling along with no real signs of stress and we took advantage of the storm to hold up in our cabin and relax for a while. It was while we were relaxing that I heard what sounded like an explosion and felt the ship shudder. To this day, I do not know if this was related to the storm or was a separate situation.
The captain issued the abandon ship order over the loud speakers. We made our way to the nearest life raft and followed the directions we had received about inflating and entering the raft. The ship was sinking faster than I expected and we barely got the raft afloat before the deck we were standing on slipped below water. We managed to climb onto the raft and began looking for other survivors. We saw other rafts floating but could not make our way to them for the storm. The storm was not severe for our ship but was very turbulent for a life raft. It was not long before we could not see any of the other strobe lights blinking on the other rafts. So it was just my family and I on a raft built for about sixteen people. There was enough food and water to keep us going for about two weeks. According to the ship staff that instructed us as to how to inflate the raft, there was supposed to be a rescue beacon on the raft. I do not know what happened to it but apparently it did not work for no rescue vessels ever came. We drifted for two weeks on the currents of the sea and had no idea where we were or where we were going.
The food and water was running out and I was starting to think we would die on the raft in the middle of the ocean when Constance spotted land. We paddled toward the shore with the oars that were part of the equipment of the raft. I was never so relieved to be back on solid land before. We drug the raft ashore and then began to survey the area to see if we could locate some help. We stayed together to avoid having anyone get lost. It did not take long for us to figure out that we were on an island roughly a half by three fourths mile in size. Fortunately, for us there was an abundance of vegetation and life on the island. However, there were no signs of human habitations except for the trash that washed up on shore from who knows where.
So there we were on an island that no one bothered to settle with just the four of us. The first order of the day was survival. We began harvesting plant life for food and building shelter from the downed limbs we found on the island. As time passed we got better at catching marine life to provide protein to go with vegetation that we were eating. We were all somewhat heavy when went into the rescue raft but as time and struggle continued we all became very thin healthy weights. You might say that we were experiencing the perfect weight loss program. The years melted away without any one showing up or any sign of ships that we could hope to have spot us. This is when the real story begins;
It had been six years since we pulled ourselves into the raft. We had become very good at providing for ourselves and even found that we had time for leisure. My children were now twenty and eighteen years old. They had turned into beautiful young people with no one around to help with the natural issues that come with physical development. Add to that that we had long since worn our clothes out and had become basically nudist. Oh, we tried to cover our shame with plant life and the like. But we might as well have been naked as most everything was visible. I suspected that the kidy had to take matters into their own hands when the urges became overwhelming. As for me and my wife, we never looked better and our sex life was considerably better on the island than it had been back home. I felt like I had my newlywed wife and her figure again. I enjoyed playing with her like a new toy just as I had when we were first married. The lost weight had caused her breast size to go down but had the additional effect of making her breast perkier.
My daughter had turned into a real stunner. She had developed a very athletic build on the island and had all the right curves in all the right places. She did not have the mature build that my wife did but the delicious tightness of a young woman. My son was very muscular and was as handsome as my daughter was beautiful. It was at this time that the trouble began. I was wondering the woods when I came upon my daughter giving my son a blow job. He was thoroughly enjoying himself when I walked thru brush and startled them and myself. They immediately stopped what they were doing and could not look me in the eye. Since there was no way I could ignore what I had seen I asked them how long this had been going on and how far they had gone.
