Shower

Christina smiles and leads you back outside to the shower, which consists of three showerheads against one of side walls of the cabin. Your father tried to explain it away as "more efficient drainage and water use," but you're pretty sure that whoever built the cabin just had an exhibitionist streak. Why else wouldn't there be privacy screens around each showerhead? But you can't blame them: you are on a "deserted" island, after all. It's not like there are people around to peep on you anyway.

The water is warm and feels good against your skin. The two of you soap each other up, and you delight in the feeling of another woman's hands running along your body. You and Christina have never been what you would call lovers--you've made out before, experimented a lot, and been in threesomes. But these were always ... performances. You were also doing it in front of guys, or in the heat of the moment. In the few days you've spent sleeping nude in the same bed on this island, you never once had sex.

Things are unquestionably different now as you lean into Christina's embrace. You don't know if it was the intensity of the experience, or the added thrill of getting caught by your father, but you feel like that was some of the best sex you've ever had. It makes you feel strange, because you've always been pretty eager to get a big dick inside you. As Christina massages your tits, though, you start to wonder how much fun you've been missing, right in front of you.

"Have you always felt this way about me?" you ask, turning to face her.

Christina shrugs. "I don't really know how to answer that. I love you, Ally, but more like a sister. I think. I'm not sure." She scrunches up her face. "What I do know is that I love touching your body, licking your pussy, feeling you touch me. It just makes me feel so close to you. Like ... we can share everything."

"I feel the same." You finish rinsing the soap off her and turn off the shower. "I want you close to me again."

"Well, I don't see why we can't do that, considering we're stuck on this island together."

"That's assuming my dad doesn't kill us first," you point out. You grab towels from the rack, passing one to Christina, and the two of you dry off before going inside. By now the sun has nearly slipped below the horizon; its last rays of light throw the beach into a spooky relief.

The two of you go into the bedroom you're sharing. It is literally just a room with a bed in it, a table with a lamp, and a chest at the end of the bed for clothes and other things. Your suitcases are piled up in one corner.

You slip onto the bed, freshly made this morning, and spread-eagle yourself on the sheets. "What now?" you ask, still abrogating any responsibility in the decision-making area.

Fingers creep along the inside of your thigh, crawling slowly upwards to your crotch. "Mmm, I don't know. I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for, don't you?"

Insatiable! Not that you're complaining.... You sit and pull her closer, kissing her as you reach down and locate her pussy and start returning her favours. The two of you make out and fuck for another half-hour or so, until your father returns. You hear the outer door of the cabin open and his unmistakable footsteps. There's no time to get dressed or even to stop, really: he will find you, once again, in flagrante delicto.