Hello there! This is the first draft of my first ever original erotic story. Hope you enjoy it, and I would appreciate some constructive criticism :)
*”Guh! This is why we don’t talk anymore–!”*
*”Can’t you see that I’m TRYING–!”*
*”I’m still the same–!”*
*”I know, but–!”*
The voices in his head seemed so far away, yet they tugged at his consciousness. A part of him, blissful in the darkness and unknown, ignored the tugging. But alas, Jason could feel himself slowly gain consciousness, accompanied by an assault of sensations.
Beneath his fingers, which flexed and gripped, coarseness registered in his mind.
*Sand*, he thought to himself.
Then, the crashing sounds of waves were heard, as well as the feel of their sloshing impacts; gentle and surprisingly warm against his legs.
*Beach?* His mind had deduced, still trying to piece things together.
Gingerly, Jason opened his eyes, only to be caught off-guard by the harsh rays of sunlight directly above him.
*On a beach, on my back…*
As if in control of another’s body, Jason checked himself. Besides the general aches, he seemed to be fine. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he squinted up towards the clear skies.
“Beach,” Jason murmured, hoarsely. “I’m on a beach.”
He sat upright, grateful that his body considered it an easy task. But any relief he had felt was short-lived, as an endless stretch of ocean stared back at him. Although his mind had regained clarity, it had been subsequently replaced with a developing feeling of dread.
“Fuck.”
Jason climbed up onto his feet with a slight wobble, while fully taking in his new surroundings. Ahead of the beach, he spotted a tree line, beyond which little could be seen; at least, from where Jason was standing. Still, despite the glimmer of hope that he might have a chance to survive until the arrival of rescue, Jason felt that he was forgetting something, but what?
He sniffed the air and froze. And then, he sniffed again. Smoke? And if there was smoke, then that meant…
Before his brain could fully process the information, Jason was already running towards (what he hoped) to be the source of the smoke, somewhere past the treeline. The choking, acrid smell did little to detract the man, who kept moving through the trees and undergrowth. When he came across the source, however, Jason stepped back and stumbled at the young woman before him.
“Kelly?”
Sitting on a fallen tree trunk, his daughter had been staring at the fire that she had created, when the sound of Jason’s voice had alerted her to his presence. Her arms had been wrapped around herself, and despite the heat of the fire and above sun, she had been shivering. Eyes wide in disbelief, Kelly stood abruptly with a faint gasp. For Jason, whose mind had just needed a little ‘push’, the memories came rushing back.
‐————-
The front door slammed shut, as Kelly stalked into the house, followed quickly by her father. As accidental as the door slam may have been, it had conveyed the frustration and anger bubbling inside of her.
“Kelly, please…!” Jason sighed, only to be cut off by his irate daughter, who whirled around to face him.
“No! No more apologies!” Kelly stated with a clenched jaw and arms folded across her chest. “This is the fifth time that this has happened, and I am sick of your shit!”
Dressed in a studded leather jacket, grey top, black ripped jeans, and black lace-up boots (she HATED wearing heels of any kind), Kelly Jameson had created an intimidating image for herself. In addition to her clothing choices, the twenty-year-old was incredibly tall (6’1” to her father’s 5’9”) and fit; her clothing revealed just enough to show off her well-defined muscles, particularly in her arms and legs. And in contrast to her fourteen-year-old self, who had been deemed ‘Little Miss Sunshine’ by Kelly’s father, her choice of make-up consisted of black lipstick and darker shades of eyeshadow; the latter emphasized her bright green eyes and short, pixie-cut red hair.
Currently, said green eyes were continuing to glare at her father, who was relatively unphased.
“Kelly, I’m sorry,” Jason apologized firmly, not allowing his daughter to intimidate him. “If I had known that you and Megan were together,” he coughed awkwardly, upon saying the word, “at the mall, I wouldn’t have reacted so harshly.”
Kelly snorted and shook her head.
“Sure, dad. If you want to go with that. Because I’d believe you… *If* Megan wasn’t the FIFTH girlfriend you chased away!”
Her voice had gradually risen in volume. Meanwhile, she stamped across the hallway of her family home. For a brief moment, Kelly stared at an old family photo on the wall; a nine-year-old girl dressed like a rainbow had puked on her, but nonetheless happy, and a six-year-old, brunette boy with their beaming father.
“I just can’t fucking believe you, sometimes!” Her furious tone held a small amount of weariness. “I get it, okay?! You don’t like the fact that I’m a lesbian, but it’s who I am! It’s not a ‘phase’ or something you can ‘fix’, *dad*! I’m not a project of yours, with a plan for life that you’ve mapped out!”
Kelly gestured to herself and sighed.
“I’m who I am. I can’t change that; not like I’d ever want to.”
Silence filled the house. Jason had swallowed the urge to interrupt with hasty apologizes and objections; for once, like his therapist had suggested, he had listened to his daughter.
“Sunshine,” Jason began, using her childhood nickname for the first time in a while, “I’m sorry.”
Compared to the more worded apologies and objections of the past, the two words had felt more sincere. Both father and daughter were emotionally drained, and if Kelly’s occasional sniffles were any sign, the latter was on the verge of (reluctant) tears.
“Yeah,” she said quietly, avoiding eye-contact with her father. She mumbled, “Umm, I’m gonna go take a bath.”
By no means would this fix everything between them, and Kelly was not the forgiving type; it was a trait that she had inherited from her father. Instead, it was clear that the conversation was over, as Kelly headed up the spiral staircase leading to the nearest bathroom.
Jason noted that she hadn’t slammed the door. A good sign, hopefully.
“Ugh, this is a mess,” he groaned to himself, while running a hand through his thick brown locks.
Untying and removing his tie, Jason Jameson – sometimes called ‘J.J.’ by close friends – trudged his way towards the main kitchen of the mansion. Said kitchen was ridiculous in size, far larger than many homes, and every surface seemed to shine. It was a testament to Caleb, their dry-witted British butler, and the other cleaners, that the mansion was always in such pristine condition.
“Fuck,” Jason cursed softly, upon realizing the amount of mud that he had trudged into the (formerly) pristine kitchen.
The mansion was almost always in pristine condition.
Digging through the contents of the refrigerator, Jason winced slightly upon stretching his arm to reach a bottle of beer that was hidden behind a multitude of Kelly’s vegan foods.
*Not that old yet*, he told himself with a spark of irritation.
At only forty-two, Jason was thankful to have (mostly) kept his figure, albeit largely due to his wealth that afforded the best personal trainers. Broad-shouldered and muscular, the single father of… one was also fortunate to still have a full head of brown hair. Combined with an impeccable dress sense in suits, like the grey one he was currently wearing, it was clear as to why women (and some men) wanted a piece of him.
And yet, despite allowing himself the occasional fuckbuddy through the years, Jason had not married. Even Kelly’s mother had been a one-night stand, and Chris’…
Jason gritted his teeth and forced himself not to think about his son. Even years after his loss, after time had numbed him, the thought of vacant ten-year-old eyes staring up at him, from the side of the road…
He took a large swig of his beer and grimaced. And then another swig, until the bottle was empty.
“It’s not like I have a problem with it,” Jason muttered to himself, “Okay, maybe I do. But I still love her, despite her… interests? She knows that, right?”
He sighed, running a hand across his jaw. Frustrated, Jason deposited the empty beer bottle into a recyclable trashcan – Kelly’s idea – when something had caught the corner of his eye; a framed photo on the counter, taken around five years ago on the vacation to Kyoto. In it, the father and daughter were grinning at the camera.
It was bizarre; Kelly had longer hair that reached past her shoulders, Jason wasn’t wearing a suit, but – as Jason noted with a hint of bitterness – they were happy and close. Reaching out, he grabbed the framed photo on the counter and stared at it with growing resolve.
*Maybe this is what we need. A chance to reconnect. It might not fix everything, not right away, but it would be start. I’ll do whatever it takes, Kelly. You mark my words.*
Therefore, it came as a massive shock to Kelly during the next morning, when her father announced a three-week vacation to Kyoto. Followed by the revelation that they would be setting off the following day, AND that he had already packed for the both of them. And despite the past few years of growing distance and animosity, Kelly couldn’t help but feel optimistic.
—-‐——–
*And look where that got you*, Kelly thought to herself in bitterness.
She couldn’t remember much about the plane crash. It was a blur of screams, screeches of metal, heavy rain, and finally darkness, before she had woken up on the beach. Shock and adrenaline had prevented her from noticing the bloody gash along her right cheek, nor the lack of her favorite laced-up boots on her feet, that had been taken by the ocean. Upon taking note of her surroundings, Kelly had screamed with flowing tears and choked sobs, until she could no longer make a sound.
Unfortunately, this had also dehydrated the young woman, and judging by the clear skies, it was unlikely that rain was coming soon. All alone, there was little else for Kelly to do but strive towards treeline and into the forest. Despair gave way to determination and sheer stubbornness; she wasn’t going to die here, not when there was a chance to live, however slim!
However, it was halfway through building the fire, when the gash on her cheek started to hurt like a motherfucker. Her left forearm had also been cut several times, as she had travelled through the undergrowth, which had forced Kelly to rely on her less dominant arm. Moreover, the heat from the sun and strenuous work had forced Kelly to shed her favorite leather jacket that left her to bake in a simple, form-fitting navy top.
Luckily, much to her relief, Kelly had managed to set up a fire beside a fallen tree trunk. If it had been under different circumstances, she would have marvelled at the lightning burns across the tree trunk; instead, she simply stared into the fire with her arms wrapped around her chest.
*Dad, I’m so sorry. I wish… I wish things had ended differently.*
Tears were on the verge of falling from her eyes again, when a word attracted her attention.
“Kelly?”
She gasped and stood abruptly from the fallen tree trunk. Her eyes were wide in disbelief, as if looking away would cause Jason to disappear.
“Dad?”
Her father wasn’t (visibly) injured. Besides the tattered and damp state of his orange polo and khaki shorts, he looked no worse for her. In an instant, the distance was closed between them.
“Kelly? You’re—”
Before Jason could even finish his sentence, Kelly had crashed into his chest with fresh sobs that quickly turned into loud crying. Not to be outdone, his arms wrapped around his daughter’s shaking form and pulled her closer, as tears fell from his eyes without shame. Despite the awkward height difference between the two, it felt like Kelly was once again Jason’s little girl.
“Dad!” she whimpered between choked sobs, as she gripped onto his shirt. “Dad! I-I’m so sorry! Oh god, I’m so sorry!”
The rest of Kelly’s words devolved into unintelligible gibberish. Meanwhile, Jason was barely faring any better.
“No, no, no! Doesn’t matter! You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe…”
He repeated the last part, mostly to himself as a reassuring mantra. For what felt like an eternity, father and daughter were locked in an embrace, as they gradually regained control of their emotional states. It was with great reluctance, that either separated from each other.
“Shit! What happened to your face?!” Jason exclaimed in a mix of horror and concern. Gently, he traced the gash against Kelly’s cheek.
Things had finally calmed down, and the two found themselves sitting side-by-side on the tree trunk, next to the raging fire. The skies had taken an orange hue, that signalled the coming evening.
“And what’s wrong with my face?” Kelly joked with a nervous grin, only to wince upon the movement. She shook off his concern. “It’s nothing, dad. Just a cut.”
But Jason was having none of it. He tilted her chin upwards to examine it, while his stern gaze pierced into her.
“This could get infected, Kelly. And it might be worse than it looks.”
Kelly rolled her eyes.
“It isn’t THAT bad. Besides, we have bigger fish to fry right now; food, shelter, clean water, to name a few things.”
Jason pursed his lips, but much to Kelly’s relief, he didn’t say anything else.
“You’re right.” That had surprised her; it was a rare thing for her father to admit. “First, we search for food and clean water. Then, shelter. But!”
The sternness in his voice permeated the atmosphere, and Kelly gulped nervously with rapt attention. She had only ever seen such seriousness from her father once.
“After that, we need to get you patched up. Both of us need to be in top condition, if we are going to survive on this island until rescue comes.”
Jason was pleased to see that Kelly understood the gravity of the situation.
*Then again, she is a grown woman*, a voice in the back of his mind said.
He didn’t know what caused it, but his gaze drifted towards his daughter’s chest. Perhaps it was the heat, or the fact that he hadn’t masturbated in weeks, or any of the other factors associated with the current predicament, but Jason was staring at Kelly’s chest with growing fascination. As the latter got up from her seating, the sudden movement had jostled his daughter’s chest, in the sweat-stained top that she wore.
*When did her chest get so big? Is she even wearing a bra?*
Jason gulped, trying to steer his thoughts away from his Kelly’s chest. He averted his gaze, only to home in on another area; her spectacular ass. Huge and round, it was also toned, and what Jason imagined to be firm to the touch. With each step away from him, it jiggled with the slight sway of her hips, as if to taunt the man.
“I think we should explore the forest.” His daughter’s voice was distant, as an erection started forming in his shorts. Kelly pivoted on the spot to face him, oblivious to his arousal, and quirked an eyebrow. “We might come across a supply of fresh water, maybe some food, too.”
Absent-mindedly, Jason nodded and cracked a nervous smile. Kelly, who was concerned from the lack of response, approached her father and bent forwards to wave a hand in front of his face. Unbeknownst to the young woman, this resulted in a delectable showing of cleavage.
“Dad, you feelin’ okay?”
Jason remained silent and stared at the wide valley of cleavage before him. Two massive breasts dangled enticingly from their current angle, barely constrained by the navy top. He knew that he should’ve stopped staring – or better yet, not stared in the first place – but something about the sight of large breasts and cleavage was captivating, regardless of their source. It was a herculean effort to tear his gaze away from the heavenly sight.
“I’m fine,” he replied shakily, taking the time to gaze directly into his daughter’s eyes. He repeated with greater emphasis and an unconvincing smile, “I’m fine.”
Kelly narrowed his eyes but pressed no further. Turning away from him again, she surveyed the surrounding forest.
“I think we should head off in the direction of the least dense forest. That way, we can get back more easily before nightfall.”
Hands on her hips, Kelly was planning the journey, imagining all the possible dangers. Meanwhile, Jason was torn between surveying the seemingly endless forest up ahead, and the sight of his daughter’s full ass. Jason gulped and got up to stand beside her, taking deep breaths to control himself.
“Wanna take the lead or should I?” his daughter asked lightly.
It was an innocent question. And of course, he would go ahead and lead the way; it was his role as a father to protect his daughter, a young woman he had created and raised.
“No, you go ahead. I trust you, sunshine.”
Then again, Jason could take this opportunity to ogle every aspect of his daughter’s ass, from its size to its every movement while she walked through the forest. And if a rational, guilty part of him wanted to object, it could do so once they were back.
Besides, he thought to himself, it wouldn’t be long until they were off this island…
… Right?
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