The next few hours passed incredibly slowly and painfully, albeit in a contrastingly calm fashion. Tim hung on to the barrel, and fought his own panic within his mind. The sea was resting now, and it was hard for him to tell if he was even moving. He didn’t dare to hope for anything other than a couple minutes more afloat, and the ocean didn’t seem like it wanted to offer anything more.
Eventually, the slick waves picked up again, and their continuous crashing against the barrel became too much for Tim’s hands to endure. He had tried to climb on top of it earlier, but every attempt had only tipped the barrel over, filling it with more water and reminding him of the futility of his situation. This time, when he slipped away, the barrel wasn’t within arm’s reach when he tried to find it again. His last thought was of the fate of his friends, and then the formidable and dark depths of the ocean overtook him.
When Tim finally awoke, it was to the feeling of wet, sticky grains of sand underneath his fingers. His lungs were clogged with water, and he broke into an intense fit of coughing as he rolled over. The sun was beating down on him, and he could hear the familiar cries of seagulls nearby. He opened his eyes slowly, feeling the accumulated crust of salt flake off as he did.
“What…the hell?” he murmured to himself.
In front of him was a dense tropical forest. The trees reached up high, arcing in such a way as to intersect with each other and create an inner sanctum of shadows where the rays of sun couldn’t penetrate. To his right and left, the beach continued. He could see that it curved inwards in both directions a ways off in the distance.
Tim looked down at himself and realized his clothes were in tatters. As he struggled to stand up, he noticed that his shoes had been swept off by the ocean. He pulled off his soaking wet and salty socks, stuffing them in his pocket for safe keeping. The waves continued to lap at his feet until he walked onto the dry sand of the upper beach, feeling the hot, unblemished sand between his toes.
“How did I get myself into this?” he asked out loud.
The sun was high in the sky. He figured it was sometime late in the morning. Tim started towards the jungle, and soon realized that the tall grass and foliage worked to keep him out almost as though it were a living, photosynthesizing wall. Instead, he started walking down the length of the beach.
Shells seemed to adorn the surf as though they were pennies thrown into the bottom of a wishing well. Tim had never seen such abundant sea life before. Fish swam about, seeming to thrive in the warm water of the Caribbean. After about a quarter of a mile of walking, he overtook the curve he had seen before, and off in the distance, sure enough, was another curve. He continued walking, and then spotted something that caused him to stop completely in his tracks.
“Holy shit, that’s my bag,” he muttered as he made his way over to it. It looked like it was completely soaked through with water, but when he opened it up everything within it was completely dry.
“This is a fucking miracle…” He took his bag over to a dry stretch of sand and emptied out its contents. Everything that he remembered putting into it was still there. One by one, he went through each item and took stock of just what he had to make do with. The first thing he noticed was that the mysterious tome, given to him by the old man, was strangely cold to the touch. Unusually cold, given the climate, and even more unusually cold given that it had been pulled out of the warm ocean waters.
He set it aside, and then pulled out the one item that seemed to be the most useful and relevant to his current situation, the sword. It had the same perfect sheen and razor’s edge that he had noticed when he had first gotten it, and seemed to be an obvious solution to the jungle’s blockade. It was still sheathed in the makeshift holster he had created for it, and after unbuckling his own belt, he attached it to his waist. Almost immediately he felt his spirits lift up, as though the tables had been turned on his predicament.
“Well, if nothing else, I can pretend to be a pirate while I wait for rescue,” he joked, wishing that someone was around to laugh at his punchline.
The last of the items in the backpack were not anything immediately useful. The compass and map would have come in handy if he had any concrete idea as to where he was, which he did not. The clothes that he had brought seemed much too heavy and uncomfortable to be worn in a tropical climate. He put the tome back into the bag, and closed it, figuring that all of it might come in handy under the right circumstances. He threw the shoulder straps over his shoulders, and continued down the stretch of beach in front of him.
It wasn’t long before he found something else of interest, something that caused his heart to jump a beat in his chest. Laying on the edge of beach in the much the same way as he had been only minutes earlier was the crumpled body of a teenage girl.
CHAPTER 20
“Kate!” he cried as he ran towards her. “Kate!”
Tim slid to a stop in front of her and rolled her onto her back. His sister’s usually expressive and vibrant face was the color of chalk. He shook her hard, and felt his soul catch in his throat as her head rolled limply to the side.
“No…no! Kate, wake up!” He ripped her shirt open and felt between her breasts for a heartbeat, to no avail. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled her onto the dry sand and began pushing his hands down on her chest, hard. Every pump seemed to confirm what he feared most, but he continued, and after several tense seconds, a cough erupted from Kate’s throat, followed by several more.
“Kate, oh my god, Kate!” Tim helped his sister into a kneeling position and began to slap her back lightly, as though burping a baby. “You’re alive!”
“What…where are we?” she asked, each word interrupted by harsh coughs and spurts of sea water.
“I have no idea sis, but when do I ever know anything?” he said, feeling his spirit and sense of humor renewing. “I’m just glad that you’re alive, even though it does most likely mean that you’re trapped here with me,”
Kate wiped seawater out of her eyes and looked at him. They were tear filled and irritated, but still a brilliant blue, and seemed to reflect her thoughts as she scanned the surrounding area. Tim looked down, and realized that both of his sister’s big breasts were hanging freely out of the tear he had made in her shirt. He considered telling her briefly, but decided against it, and sat back in the sand as he enjoyed the view.
“The ship…did anyone else make it?” she asked. Tim had gone through the exact same thought process earlier.
“You’re the only one I’ve found so far,” he said. A short silence followed, and Tim felt himself feeling like he should say something.
“Come on, we should get going,” he said.
“To where?” Kate asked. A disparaging look had hijacked her beautiful blue eyes, and it hurt Tim to meet her gaze.
“Let’s just follow the beach for now,” he said, extending his hand out to her. “It’s got to lead somewhere…”
Kate grabbed his hand, and then threw herself forward, hugging him tightly. She buried her face in her shoulder, and Tim could feel her warmth. It felt good, and he could feel her still exposed breasts pushing against his chest, exciting him slightly.
“I love you Tim,” she whispered to him. “I still remember what we were doing, right before all this happened, you know?”
Tim didn’t have to think too hard to remember. They had been his cabin, making illicit, forbidden love. One thing had led to another, as they saying goes. Tim wasn’t proud of what he had done, but he also didn’t regret it. He knew his curse was mostly to blame, and resolved to not let it get in the way of him caring for his sister and protecting her on this island.
“I remember,” he said to her. “Let’s just focus on what’s in front of us for now, okay?”
The two of them continued along the beach. Sand seemed to stretch out before them in what would have been an appealing vacation spot, under different circumstances. A bird milled about, poking at shells. A coconut tree with ripe fruit extended its trunk out of the jungle.
Tim and Kate walked along slowly, looking for any signs of life as they went. After about an hour, Kate sat down in the sand, exhausted.
“Can we take a break?” she asked. “My legs feel like they’ve been liquefied…”
Tim looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, and then sat down next to her.
“What happened to you after we left the cabin? How did you manage to make it through the ocean?” he asked. “I mean, I managed to find a wooden barrel to float on. I didn’t think that anyone else managed to, well…”
“There was a life raft in the water,” said Kate. “A bunch of them, actually. The one I found didn’t hold air so well, and after a couple of hours it went under. The last thing I remember is treading water, and then getting hit by a huge wave.”
A silence hung on the air for a moment. Kate’s hand was shaking slightly, and her gaze was downcast into the sand. Tim stood up and moved behind his sister, rubbing her shoulders encouragingly. It was all he could do. They had both been through hell, and it didn’t look like they were completely out of it yet.
“Come on, let’s keep moving,” he said to her, helping her up. “If we made it here alive, there’s a good chance that at least a few other people did as well.”
They started walking further down the beach. Tim’s thoughts wandered, and he thought about the fate of his friend Marco. It had been his own idea to drag Marco along on this journey, and he felt more than a little responsible for him. He thought about Mathias, their guide on the ship, and Leah, and the other staff members. He thought about all of them, and then thought about himself and his sister.
“Did you see anybody else?” he asked Kate. The words seemed to form in his mouth without any conscious decision on his behalf. “Mathias, or Leah? Do you think they made it?”
Kate gave him a derisive look. The events that played out before the sinking were still fresh in her mind, apparently. Tim had danced with Leah, on stage, in front of her and everybody else. It was more than that. Tim had shared something with her, something that went beyond words. The music had guided them, but really it was more than that. The spark of the interaction had led to fire between them, and their eyes had flirted with much more. And Kate bore witness to it all, as though it were a bad dream.
“I have no idea,” she said. Her words were cold, and even though her arm was linked through his, for a second it felt to Tim as though she was a mile away. They continued along the beach in tense silence, until after several minutes of walking, they spotted an object off in the distance.
As they drew closer, Tim saw what it was. His question had been answered for him, at least in part. The bloated corpse of Mathias lay stagnant on the sand ahead, with flies busily orbiting about. The smell was almost overwhelming as they approached. Tim held his hand over his mouth as he crouched down at the side of the man who had been their guide and guardian. His eyes were still wide open, and Tim could see an unnerving glassy glaze across his pupils. He reached his hand over and drew it across the man’s face, putting him at rest and closing his eyelids.
“Do you…do you think he suffered?” asked Kate. Her voice wavered as she spoke, and every word seemed to tug at Tim’s heart strings.
“No, I think he died peacefully,” he said, putting an arm around her.
CHAPTER 21
Tim saw tears forming in his sister’s eyes. He walked with her to a good distance away from the body and then pulled her in for an embrace, hugging her tightly. She looked deep into his eyes, almost imploringly. He leaned forward and kissed her, once like a sister, and then again, deeper. Kate’s arms tightened around him, and for a moment, he found himself lost in a world of sensual bliss.
Tim felt his sister’s hands roam across his back, and then chest. She leaned away from him, and then pulled him by the hand further down the beach. A large, smooth rock jutted across the border of beach and sea, and Kate lied down on top of it, pulling Tim onto her.
“Kate, I can’t,” he said to her. “I’m your brother…I can be there for you without, well you know, going there with you.”
“Tim, I want you,” Kate said. Her voice was filled with lust, and Tim recognized it as the same tonality that he had heard in other girls affected by the curse. His sister was no different, familiar relation be damned.
He tried to pull himself off of her, but felt his cock swell up involuntarily at the sight of her breasts and body. She was laid back on the rock with her legs spread. Her body language couldn’t have been more suggestive if she had been hanging from a stripper pole.
“We shouldn’t,” he said. His resolve was quickly melting against his sister’s hips, which she was grinding up against him. “It was wrong before, we should have never-“
Kate leaned forward and kissed him deeply. He felt her tongue jab into his mouth, and flicked out his own in response. His body began to respond to her movements, almost involuntarily, rubbing against her and matching every push and give.
“Come on, baby bro,” she whispered in his ear. “It’s up to you to take care of me.”
Tim felt his resolve slipping away. His cock was rock hard, and seemed to be throbbing in its need for release. He ran his hands along her shirt, and cupped her breasts, which slid out easily from the tears he had made before. Kate slid her fingers into his waist band and pulled down his shorts in one smooth motion, his sword falling down with them.
The two of them were moving faster now. Tim pulled Kate’s shirt over her head, and pushed the long, flowery skirt she had gotten from the ship up around her waist. This was the second time in two days, and it still felt wrong. But on top of that, it felt almost impossibly arousing. His cock rubbed against the fabric of her panties, and he knew that he needed to fuck her, regardless of whether or not she was his sister.
“Oh Tim,” she whispered as he slowly took off her panties. Her pussy was warm and inviting. Tim pushed the head of his cock into her entrance, feeling the wetness of her juices. Kate was tight, and he had to go carefully as he slowly introduced his full length into his sister. He felt her hips arch up as he pushed forward, and then slid back. She pulled one of her hands up and rested it on his cheek. Her eyes met his, and seemed to convey a mixture of intense love and hot seduction.
“Fuck me, Tim,” she said to him. The feeling in his dick was too much for him to resist. He began thrusting into her, faster and faster. The rock against which they were copulating was hard, but smooth, and made it easy for him to push all the way inside her. Kate moaned in ecstasy as he fucked her. Tim cupped one of her breasts with one hand and held her waist with the other, pounding into her as though she was a barroom slut.
Soon he felt his sister begin to orgasm. He knew his own was not far off, and found his mind filled with conflicting desires. He wanted nothing more than to spray his white hot cum deep inside his sister’s pussy, but also knew that there was no way he could take the risk. He thrust into her a few last times and then pulled out. Kate immediately shifted and locked her lips around his cock. Her pace was fast and the feeling of her tongue along his cock was mind blowing.
“Oh my god, you’re really good at that,” he said. She was sucking hard now, and he felt the familiar sensation of cum beginning to well up in his balls.
“Oh god, Kate!” he cried as he began to explode. She didn’t skip a beat, and kept sucking, swallowing every shot of his semen without so much as batting an eye lash. After Tim’s orgasm died down, her lips made a distinctive popping noise as she pulled them off his cock. She smiled at him.
“We might be lost here, but at least we’re lost together,” she said. Tim could see in her eyes that this really did matter to her. To him, it was illicit and incestuous sex, but to her, it was hope, regardless of what the catalyst behind her attraction might have been.
“Yeah, sis, you’re right,” he said, smiling back. “We should keep going. We haven’t seen all of this island yet.”
They got dressed, and then started walking across the beach, side by side, leaving a trail of two
parallel sets of footprints behind them. The sun was beginning to drop in the sky, and though the air was still warm, Tim had a feeling that it would cool off substantially once night arrived. He quickened his pace, and Kate quickened hers to match his stride. His bare feet were beginning to chafe from the fine grains of sand, and he knew the same must also be happening to Kate, who was also shoeless.
“Wait, this looks familiar,” Tim said after another half hour of walking. The area of beach in front of him was the spot he had woken up in. They had done a complete lap around the island.
“What happens now?” Kate asked him. Her eyes were full of uncertainty. “I mean, what are we going to do, Tim?”
“Now, we head in and look for a place to sleep,” he said to her. “I don’t think there is anyone else on this island but us. And anyone else who washed ashore.”
The look Kate gave him said more than words could. If it was just them on the island, everyone else must be dead. Marco must be dead. And any chance of them finding rescue was about as remote as their current circumstances.
“Here, stand back a little bit, I’ll clear a path,” he said. Tim pulled the sword out of its sheath and held it in his hand. It had been the first time he had actually taken it out intent on using it, and the weight of the steel blade seemed to be much more than he remembered. He swung it once through the air and found it to be particularly well balanced.
He walked into the tall grass and bush of the jungle. The vines were thick, almost as though they were a fence designed to separate the beach from the inner areas of the island. He swung the blade at the foliage, and was pleasantly surprised to see it cut through with ease. The blade was sharp, but strangely, it seemed to be something more than that. It was almost like the edge had some type of latent energy infused with it. Plants and jungle vines went flying further than they should have, and careened into crazy rotations that seemed excessive. He wrote it off as being his imagination and walked through the path that he had cut.
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