Part 2
It was funny how hours stretched into days, before they stretched into weeks. And then, a month – no, two months – had passed. For the father-daughter duo who found themselves stranded on the island, time had lost meaning, especially as rescue had not come. For Jason, hope of rescue had died a while ago. Even Kelly, who had been insistent that somebody had to be coming, was no longer looking up at the sky or towards the horizon for rescue. To Jason and Kelly Jameson, rescue was a whimsical fantasy.
At the very least, they were not wanting of resources. In a sea of shitty luck, the father-daughter duo had found the broken segments of the plane that brought them to the island. Horrified by the sight of wreckage and corpses, salvation came in the form of what the plane carried; bottled water, plenty of clothing for all climates, long-lasting food items, and equipment that would prove essential to their survival. The father-daughter duo had almost cried with bitter relief, especially since they had found shelter but a few days ago, as well as fruit and a source of clean water. Overall, things could have been a lot worse.
*A whole lot worse*, Jason thought to himself on repeat.
The man was lying on an emergency mattress that had been found in the wreckage, in the well-lit cave that acted as their shelter. However, unlike his snoring daughter to his left, Jason was wide awake and staring up towards the ceiling. As Kelly dreamt of better times with her girlfriend, she was oblivious to the inner turmoil of her father, who shifted uneasily whilst lying on the mattress.
*Please don’t move.*
He wasn’t just referring to his daughter, whose hair had grown longer over the past two months, until it flowed far past her shoulders. No, Jason was mainly talking to the upright bulge in his boxer-shorts that urged for relief again, as if the previous night had not been enough.
To his left, Kelly shifted and snuggled the comforter that she had ‘stolen’ sometime during the night. Her bliss was a stark contrast to the mix of terror and arousal that coursed through her father.
*Have to relief myself quickly.*
With practiced ease, Jason slipped away from the makeshift bed. Midway from sneaking out of the cave, though, a sudden jolt from Kelly had almost caused Jason to have a heart attack. Frozen, he waited with bated breath for accusations, fists, and an irrevocably damaged relationship.
“Hmm, *Megan*.” She tossed and turned in her sleep, before finally slumping with her limbs stretched in different directions
.
Heavier snores signalled the fact that Kelly was out cold again, much to her father’s relief, who took the opportunity to immediately vacate the cave. Outside, the starry sky and pale moonlight greeted him with the cool air.
“Finally,” Jason breathed, while rushing towards the ‘special’ area that he and Kelly had designated for their respective alone-times. He glanced down at his throbbing erection and grimaced, “Fuck.”
Before being stranded, Jason had slept in the nude and masturbated in the privacy of his own bedroom. Now, however, Kelly slept beside him which meant that neither party could find sexual relief. Eventually, it had culminated in the designation of a secluded area, with a natural pool and waterfall, as the ‘self-pleasure’ zone. There was only one hard rule: ‘sessions’ had to be arranged pre-emptively. Unfortunately, being stranded with a bombshell of a daughter, this meant that Jason had to sometimes break the rule.
This was why Jason was currently sitting on the edge of the small pool, after having thrown his boxer-shorts to the side, and immediately started to stroke his cock. The veiny mushroom-head was pulsing with need, as each touch sent shivers throughout his body. Seven inches long and reasonably thick with swollen balls, Jason felt himself slip into sexual bliss with each increasingly forceful, desperate stroke.
He had tried! God, Jason had tried to stop himself from being a despicable sag of shit that perved on his own daughter! But Kelly wasn’t making it easy for him.
Over the past two months of (mostly) scorching heat, she had opted to wear the thinnest and skimpiest clothing that they had found from the wreckage: two-piece bikinis of various colors that barely covered her dime-sized nipples – they revealed the shape and size through the sheer material – and strained against carrying breasts that were far too big for the bikini top, while the bottoms were practically floss to the full, round cheeks.
His strokes became faster, and he tilted his head back. His mind flashed back to a memory, in which Kelly – in nothing more than a revealing blue two-piece – had tossed a large branch into the nightly fire. Subsequently, the fire had roared and let out a rush of heat, much to his and her joy. Feeling buzzed with energy, Kelly had started bouncing in an improvised dance, and he had joined her with equal fervor. For a moment, the father-daughter duo had forgotten their current situation and enjoyed the new bond that had developed between them.
Eyes closed to relish the mood, Kelly had no idea (or concern) for her bouncing motions. A thin sheen of sweat formed throughout her body, coalescing mostly down the valley between her breasts that swayed and shook with each bounce. It was a truly hypnotic sight that almost verged on transcendental for her father, when one of her breasts had peeked out of the top to reveal a hint of a dusk-colored nipple.
Jason had stared transfixed, until Kelly had finally noticed the wardrobe malfunction and turned away in mortification. Thankfully, he had closed his eyes in time to avoid being accused by his daughter, though the image had been seared into his mind forever.
Even on days that were uncharacteristically cold and/or wet, his daughter would still opt to wear tight and form-fitting clothes that showed off her assets. From skin-tight turtlenecks with fur collars, to padded jeans that still might as have been painted on, it was no wonder why Jason was going mad with sexual frustration.
Sometimes, he didn’t know whether to celebrate or curse the fact that he was stranded on a god-forsaken island with his daughter, a lesbian, and the ultimate cocktease incarnate. If she started wearing high-heels, which the wreckage had a surprising number of pairs, Jason knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist any longer.
A part of Jason hoped that it was because she was teasing him and wanted him to make the first move, like in all of the erotic stories that he enjoyed back home. But no, the truth was simpler and far from taboo; his daughter just wanted to feel sexy, and the clothes were the only way. Kelly wasn’t trying to tempt him; she was frustrated like he was, even if she could hide it better. His daughter wouldn’t have sex with him, even if he were the last man on Earth; if he was a woman, maybe she would have…
Jason was broken out of his sexual reverie, by the sound of a throat being cleared. Gingerly, he opened his eyes and tilted his head forwards, to be in eye-line with the bottom-covered crotch of his daughter standing a few feet away.
He didn’t need to gaze up towards her face to tell that Kelly was pissed.
“Rule. One. Dad.” She spoke tersely through gritted teeth. As Jason was still sitting by the pool, with his twitching cock in hand, Kelly looked more like a goddess ready to smite him. “Just one rule, and you couldn’t fucking follow it!”
She ran her fingers through her unkempt, slightly curled locks. Her body was shaking.
“Do you think this is easy for me?! I’m a lesbian, and I’m stuck on an island with my bigoted dad! No, don’t try and correct me!”
His daughter was fuming, as she held a hand to prevent him from trying to say otherwise on her claim. “Sure, we might be working together now, but as soon as we might be rescued,” the words ‘might be’ was laced with overwhelming bitterness, “you’ll go back to wanting me to go out with men; to get married and having kids!”
Standing up onto his feet, Jason had little time to stop himself from going back to the ground, as Kelly pushed his bare chest with surprising force. With crazed and bloodshot eyes, Kelly was heaving with unrestrained fury, offset partially by the sweat that emphasized the hardened nubs beneath the bikini top.
Her father remained silent in open-mouthed shock.
“I. AM. A. LESBIAN!” Kelly hollered, going up to her father and banging her fists against his chest, albeit without much force. She hiccupped with fresh tears forming in her eyes, “Megan has probably moved on by now. I-We’re probably gonna die here.”
Cautiously, Jason wrapped his arms around his daughter, as she cried in utter despair into his shoulder. For now, Kelly wasn’t the focus of his sexual desire; she was the little girl he had raised for twenty years, the one he had taken to soccer practice, the one who had watched graduate with immense pride, even if she didn’t know it at the time. Even his erection had deflated, despite the cushiony feel of Kelly’s immense breasts pressed against his bare chest. At least for a little while, he was solely her father again.
But alas, such moments are fleeting.
Cursing his rotten luck, Jason felt his erection return at the prolonged feeling of Kelly’s breasts against him. And worse yet, the tip of his engorged cock rubbed against the clothed opening of her mound; this did not go unnoticed by his daughter.
“Dad?” Her voice was quiet in his shoulder. She was frozen in shock, even when Jason’s hand glided along her arm.
Kelly pulled away from his shoulder and looked down into his eyes, so like her own. Tension filled the atmosphere. She wanted to run away, to wish that her earlier outburst had never happened. Yet, she remained frozen on the spot.
“Kelly,” Jason started, transfixed in his daughter’s beauty, “Kelly.”
He placed a thumb on her bottom lip, to which Kelly sucked into her mouth, if only for a moment without losing eye-contact. Under the pale glow of moonlight and the stars, father and daughter stood still staring into each other’s eyes. Their insides were raging with thinly-veiled desire (mixed more so with desperation, in Kelly’s case), until it exploded when their lips made contact.
“Just this once, dad. Just for tonight, *daddy*,” Kelly said, voice dripping with wanton desire between fervent kisses. At the same time, her hand reached down to touch the shaft of her first cock (and for one time only, she thought to herself).
The word ‘daddy’ had broken whatever self-control possessed by Jason, who tore the flimsy bikini material with ease. His daughter’s nude form was revealed to the open air: a pair of large breasts that stood perky and firm topped with dusk-colored, hardened nipples; a flat, toned stomach (less so than before, due to their time on the island); a bush of red just above a glistening, pink pussy; and long, shapely legs that – upon turning around to show off – revealed an ass that was a frequent subject of Jason’s fantasies.
She was perfection. And she was his, at least for tonight.
It almost didn’t register to Jason, when Kelly dragged him by the hand back to their cave. In fact, by the time that the father was lying back on the mattress, the daughter had returned with something else; something that had almost sent him over the edge.
Kelly was wearing high-heels.
And they weren’t kitten heels, i.e. two inches or shorter in height. Nor were the heels at a more comfortable three inches. No, they were brightly-colored platform pumps with six-inch stiletto heels that clicked with each step towards her shell-shocked father.
“I saw you eyeing them a week ago, at the wreckage.” Her voice was soft and oozing with sensuality. Each click and clack of the heels echoed throughout the cave entrance. “I hated the look of them; so impractical, objectifying women for the sake of looking sexy.”
To Jason, his daughter had never looked sexier; dark eyes filled with lust, naked before him, at the end of the mattress with her height boosted by heels. His erection stood upright, on the verge of cumming.
“And I still believe that,” Kelly continued with a flat look, before a smirk stretched across her lips, “But not for tonight, daddy; tonight, you get to fuck me whilst I wear them.”
She crawled onto the mattress, over to him and past his cock, until Jason was staring directly up towards her grinning face. At the same time, he could feel one of his daughter’s hands play with his ballsack and tip in anticipation.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Jason asked in a hushed tone, as if the taboo nature of what was transpiring was being broadcasted to the world. He reached out and cupped her scarred cheek. “After all, you’re a lesb—”
In a sudden movement, Kelly had impaled herself on her father’s cock. All seven inches of his member filled her pussy in one go, a motion that overwhelmed the young woman whose whole body tilted back and pushed out her perky breasts. Not to miss the opportunity, Jason grabbed onto the massive pair which filled his hands as they squeezed and tested out their firmness.
“Fuck, daddy!/Fuck, Kelly!” they moaned simultaneously.
Her pussy lips were wrapped around her father’s shaft, while the round and full cheeks of her ass shuddered. Meanwhile, Kelly’s face was frozen in a state of euphoria at the sensation.
“Urgh, ugh, uh!” She shuddered in a sudden series of orgasms above her father, as clear fluid squirted out and soaked the mattress. Kelly could barely keep herself upright… And that was BEFORE Jason had started moving.
“We’re just get started, sunshine,” Jason snarled, up at his wide-eyed daughter, who was still struggling to remain upright. It was definitely more difficult with his cock pounding into her, slowly at first, before picking up speed.
Throughout the cave, the sounds of flesh slapping against each other echoed, as a father fucked into his lesbian daughter from below. As he did so, he gripped the back of her hair – long, instead of the short hair he hated – and used it as extra leverage, not that Kelly could object (even if she wanted).
“Fuck! How did I produce such a hot daughter?!”
Jason’s hand removed itself from her hair, only to grab her throat with some strength, while the other fondled her left breast and then directed it into his mouth.
Meanwhile, Kelly was struggling to speak, as she was pounded by the very cock that had conceived her twenty years ago. A mixture of emotions swirled inside her mind; guilt, disgust, self-loathing. What was she doing? She was having sex with a guy, and her father no less!
Lust and sheer, absolute relief. Two months stranded with her father, on a desert island; she deserved some relief.
“Guess you got lucky, daddy! Hope I’ve made you proud.”
They kissed, not stopping or slowing down in the slightest, as their tongues desperately tasted each other. Smells of sex permeated throughout the cave.
“Ugh god yes, please don’t stop fucking me, daddy!” Kelly cried out, strands of red hair sticking to her sweaty face.
**SPANK**
**SPANK**
Her father’s hands impacting upon each ass cheek caught the young woman by surprise, before she flashed a devilish grin and rode him harder.
**SPANK**
**SPANK**
Jason groaned, as he marvelled at the sight of his daughter riding him – open-mouthed with closed eyes, on the verge of another series of earth-shattering orgasms. Never in a million years would he have imagined such an outcome; stranded on an island, with his lesbian daughter, who had agreed to fuck him as one-time thing.
As he felt his balls start to ready for release, Jason prayed that it wasn’t.
“You gonna cum soon, daddy?” Kelly panted, slightly slower in her riding than before. Her voice turned harsher but no less erotic, “You gonna cum inside your lesbian daughter? Hoping to ‘convert’ me?”
He was close. And so was she, once again.
“Not likely,” she scoffed with an amused twinkle in her green eyes.
Incensed, Jason’s verge to cum receded, and he grabbed her neck again. Before she could process what was happening, he started fuckin his daughter with renewed vigor.
“Maybe not,” he grunted, “But we might be stuck on this island for a little while longer, and I don’t think you can survive with this just being a ‘one-time’ thing.”
Kelly opened her mouth to retort, but in addition to the hand wrapped around her neck, the words died in her throat at the truth he spoke. She wanted to argue, to hope, but she knew – deep down – that her father was right; nobody was coming for them.
So, why not?
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”
Her scream filled the cave and echoed throughout the forest, just as she squirted once again. Meanwhile, Jason winced and tried not to cum at the gripping sensation around his cock, as her walls tried to coax him of his seed.
“I’m gonna cum, Kelly!” he warned, gripping hard into her breasts.
Despite the haze of lust, his daughter didn’t want to be impregnated (or at least not yet, an insidious part of her psyche whispered) leapt off his cock.
However, relief was short-lived for Jason, when Kelly took him into her mouth. Almost immediately, the father fired ropes of cum into his daughter’s willing mouth.
“Hmmm,” Kelly hummed in contentment, as cum flooded the inside of her mouth. It was… gross, to be honest, but it was better than getting pregnant.
“Kelly, don’t stop, please!” Jason begged, as his daughter started bobbing her head and slurping and gagging on his cock (mainly for dramatic effect), until he had finally stopped cumming.
It hadn’t been the best blowjob, but her enthusiasm and the biological connection between them was more than making up for the lack of skill. With a pop and swirl around his tip, Kelly lifted her head from his member and opened her mouth to reveal its contents; the very same seed that had supplied half of her DNA. Then, she swallowed with a semi-exaggerated gulp, before showing off her stained tongue.
“All gone, daddy!”
That should have been it, Kelly thought to herself. A one-time thing, no matter what her father had said. She wasn’t interested in men, no less her *father*.
Although it would have been damn near impossible, they should have returned to a normal father-daughter relationship, if a somewhat strained one. But as Kelly laid on her father’s chest, and Jason played with her long, flowing red locks, they knew that things weren’t going to improve.
Perhaps, rescue would come soon, and they would return to civilization; they could forget ANY of this had ever happened (or at least, Kelly reckoned that she could). She would get married to Megan or some other woman, and neither father nor daughter would mention their time on the island.
Or, rescue would never come. The father-daughter duo would only have each other, and almost every night would be spent fucking (later love-making) under the pale moonlight. They had supplies that would last for months, if not years, in addition to hunting for food and access to clean water. They would die on the island, not just as a father and daughter, but lovers. The future was certainly uncertain.
And the father and daughter wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/jn0mjs/mf_str8_inc_fd_stranded_part_2