Shipwrecked and Stranded Short Stories

29th May 2017

We are doing last minute checks before we catch the boat to the mainland and have a much anticipated break.

More than half the senior class is in Honduras, volunteering to build a school for an orphanage.

I’m Kiya - pronounced Key-ya - Dales, eighteen. I didn’t want to come but my parents assured me it would help me come out of my shell.

You see I’m only five foot one and put weight on really easily. I have been bullied since middle school. Making me very self-conscious. Tammy Adams, also eighteen, big boobs, five foot seven, honey blonde, grey eyes. She is the most popular girl in school and the bane of my life.

A tubby child, she gave me the nickname Tent -because it is the only thingthat will fit her.Her words echo in my head.

She is the reason I starve myself and refuse to leave the house without my huge padded coat to hide my body - even in summer. If I can’t wear my coat, I make sure to pile on large, baggy clothing.

In my head it makes sense and makes me feel better. No one can see my horrible body. But my parents think I am insane. They even hired a shrink for me to talk too. He didn’t care. He just sat on his phone while I spoke, grunting every now and then.

I have school friends, but not close. They know nothing about my personal life and none would stand up for me if I was bullied.

Mainly because they would be bullied too.

I am sweating in my coat. I standing on the deck, swiping my dark brown hair out of my hazel eyes.

Normally I’d have my hair glued back with hair gel or spray. It’s drastic, but it does the job and it is just another reason to be bullied.

As I said, normally is slicked back but a storm hit the boat and drenched me and everyone else. There was a small outdoor roof on the boat, but it did nothing to protect us from the rain.

I’m starting to get worried. The boat rocks furiously, wave after wave hits and the sailors are yelling in Spanish and running around.

Unluckily for us the teacher in charge has a virus and stayed behind on the island. Meaning none of us can speak or understand more than a handful of words.

It all happens so fast, one second they are loading us into life rafts - the main boat is sinking. And the next darkness.

The next thing I know I’m laying on a beach.

Sitting up, coughing my guts up, I hear a voice getting closer.

“Thank God! I thought I was alone.”

It is Airon Glover, the same age as me but in a completely different social circle. He is a rich boy. Very popular and Tammy’s dream guy. But from what I heard, they don’t get along. Well built but not jock, but hangs out with them. Six foot, with perfectly styled light brown hair, brown eyes.

I’m not going lie, he is beautiful, but so far out of my league he’s on another planet.

We are in different classes, I doubted he even knows my real name.

“Kiya, right?” I nod, surprised he doesn’t address me as Tent.

“Are you alright?” He is even more handsome up close.

I nod again.

“I’ve been all around the island, it looks like we are alone.”

“What? What do you mean? How long have you been here?” I ask sounding very unlike me.

He holds out his hand and helps me up. “Hmm... Only a few hours, the islands pretty small. I walked around it completely in those hours. You’re about where I washed up. You must have washed up not long after me and just woken up.”

I nod once again.

“It looks like it’s just us. I’m hoping they’ll look and find us soon. But until then we should locate drinking water, food, find shelter. It’s hot now but it’ll get cold at night. Oh and make a sign or something so they know we’re here.”

He is right. He is a lot nicer than I expected, he never once mentions my large coat I still wear as we walk.

“By the way, I’m Airon.”

“I know.” He grins.

“I guess everyone knows my handsome face.” I’m not sure if he’s joking or just that vain.

“The edge of the island is sand and rocks. But the middle seems to be covered in forest. So I’m certain we’ll find something.”

We gather rocks and move them to create the word ′help′ in giant letters.

Leading me into the forest, he places his large hand in mine and helps me climb over an old fallen tree. He doesn’t let go as we move further in.

Both of us have our backpacks securely on our backs. So as we pass brushes and trees with edible fruits or vegetables, we collect some and bag them.

“Food, done. Now, water and shelter,” He thinks out loud.

“Is that...” I say stopping him.

“What is it, Kiya?”

“Listen...”

He stops and listens smiling. “Water... Running water.” Hoping for the best we run hand in hand in the right direction.

Then the most magnificent sight. A waterfall and a pool of water below.

I don’t wait. Releasing his hand, I lean down and taste the water.

“It’s fresh!” He quickly joins me, chugging down pints of water and rinsing the salt from our faces.

“Hang on...” He runs, climbing up some rocks near waterfall and I watch as he disappears.

“Come here,” He calls out reappearing. I quickly follow. I am hot and sticky and seriously consisting removing my coat.

I mean, I’ll be self-conscious, but at least he won’t bully me... I hope.

“I was actually going to look behind the fall. But this is better.” He has found a cave.

“It has a narrow entrance, so we can easily find something to block it. But it is bigger inside, about ten foot by ten foot. We can collect leaves and pad the floor,” He tells me his plans.

“I have a towel in my bag too, we could use for bedding. But it needs drying.” He is too sweet. I know he is known to be a good guy, but seeing it first hand is amazing.

I swallow the lump in my throat. We are likely going to be here days maybe longer. I can’t hold back.

Pulling off my bag, I pull out a small blanket and towel. Then removed my coat. My t-shirt and jeans clung to my skin. I know I’m skinny. Alright, very skinny, but I’ve seen worse.

I notice sadness in his eyes as he looks at me, but then he covers it.

“We can used these,” I hold out the things for him nervously and he smiles brightly.

“Thank you, Princess. This is great.” My heart skips a beat. He called me princess. Not even my parents do that.

Taking the pile, he places them back near my bag and hugs me.

I stand frozen and stiff.

He is so big and strong, it feels so good. But I am too scared to react.

“Thank you for trusting me.” I didn’t know what he meant until...

“My sister was bulimic. If you need help or just want to talk I’m here for you.”

I’m not bulimic but I am anorexic. I know, but can’t stop myself.

“No one notices I don’t eat.” I look at the floor, eyes filling with tears. “My parents say I don’t try hard enough and Tammy is always taunting and teasing me.”

His arms tightened around me and he kisses my forehead.

“Tammy is a cow. She is the reason my twin sister became sick. They were best friends, except Tammy always had bad things to say about my sister’s weight.”

“You have a twin?” I look up at him. He isn’t letting me go. Not that I mind, my arms are around his waist now.

He smile. “Yes, April, she’s in a different school and not friends with Tammy anymore. She still struggles sometimes but she’s doing well.” He strokes my cheek.

“I’ll introduce you when we’re back.” He looks me deep in my eyes and for a moment I just want to kiss him.

“Tammy bullies you because you’re beautiful.”

I scoff.

“No, really. So you go a little drastic with the hair and clothes. It doesn’t change the fact that you are beautiful.”

My cheeks burn. I look down, avoiding his gaze. “My hair is a fuzzy mess if I don’t and my body is... Bleee.”

“Your hair is find. I used to love it when you had it down in middle school.” He notices me back then? “And the only thing wrong with your body is you need to put on twenty pounds.”

I looks back up at him. “You really think so?” I have hope for the first time in years.

“I know so. And I’m going to help you eat. I know we weren’t friends. But there has always been a connection, a pull between us. Don’t you think?”

I am surprised to hear that from him.

He is the untouchable golden boy in our school. The guy everyone wants to date or be. Expect he doesn’t date, ever.

“Yes, you are so handsome,” I look down mortified at my slip.

“And you are my beautiful girl.” He places his fingers under my chin and presses his lips to mine.

I have never kissed but I know how to.

Holding each other, we kiss until we are breathless.

“Let’s hang these out to dry,” He says pulling back. He takes the towel from his bag and the pile of my things and heads for the exit of the cave.

“Oh and Kiya,” He stops in the entrance and faces me with a grin. “Your kisses are like heaven.”

My heart skips a beat.

He leaves, leaving me giddy and confused.

Did it mean he liked me?

He returns shortly afterwards and we sit down to eat.

I eat more than I have in months.

“Good girl.” He strokes the back of my hand. His encouragement alone seems to help.

“I think speaking to someone who understands, listens helped some,” I admit.

He smiles brightly. You would never imagine he is a rich boy. He is so down to Earth. Kind.

“Keep eating well and I’ll take you on a real date back home.”

“A date? Like romantic sense?” He chuckles.

“Kiya, we just kissed for thirties minutes. I don’t know about you. But I felt something. I know it’s soon and I don’t want you to think it’s because we’re trapped here. But I want you to be my girlfriend, Kiya? Here and back home?”

I shyly nod my head.

“If you mean it, I’d love too. But I didn’t think you dated.”

“It’s just that I never found anyone that made me want to date before.”

Before long we are kissing again.

When we finally break again, we find big leaves and vines to make a mat on the floor of our cave. Then, as the light begins to fade we build a fire and bring in the now dry blanket and things to make our bed. Yes, we share. There isn’t enough for two and we can keep one another warm.

As night falls we put out the fire and use a torch from his bag to walk to the cave. It was wind up, so we didn’t have to worry about batteries.

That night we held one another, sleeping in each other’s arms.

**

The days go by fast but we adapt and learn to cope. We have each other and spend a lot of time kissing and making out.

Most days we spend in our underwear. I am putting on weight and yes, we have seen one another naked since we bath together.

He treats me like a princess. He calls me his little princess.

A couple of weeks in, our making out turns heated and we make love.

“I am so happy you are my first.”

I stare surprised. Certain that he had been with girls before.

No, he tells me he is a virgin too - by choice. His family are religious and he planned to save himself for marriage.

“You will be my wife. I don’t have to wait for God to tell me. I know he put us together for a reason. You and I are meant to be.” I’m not really religious, but don’t argue.

I love being with him.

I am laying on our bed and he is moving inside me, kissing me and telling me how much he loves me.

Too much? No way, because I feel the same.

After that we begin regularly having sex. We are committed and willing to accept that we may not get off the island.

“On or off the island, you, Kiya Dales, are my wife.” He picks me up and kisses me, pressing my back against a tree and pushing inside me.

He is large and a generous lover. He always has to make me cum too or he won’t stop until I do.

One night I give him oral and he returns the favour. He has a magic tongue.

By this point we have already been on the island for months and it is the middle of August.

“Cum, Princess. Cum for your husband.” He reaches beneath me and rubs my clit as he moves inside me. Bringing me to orgasm.

“Yes, just like that. Oh lord. I love seeing you cum.” It never fails to make him cum.

In the beginning, I was certain he was pretending, only acting interested in me for sex. But as time went on I learned he is the most honest man ever. He literally doesn’t know how to lie.

He told me how he had noticed me at school. He thought I had a beautiful face but he hated my clothes and how I did my hair. To be fair, my hair was drastic.

Now I wear it loose and rarely wear clothes.

He kisses me, still inside me.

“You’re filling out real well, Princess. I’m so proud.”

“There’s a reason for that.” He looks in question but then his brows raise and he looks at me with a huge grin.

“You’re pregnant. Am I right?” He sounds like an impatient child.

“I haven’t had a period since we first got here and my belly feels different. I think I’m about ten weeks along. It will be due around March,” I guesstimate. But then gape at his reaction. He is taking it a lot better than I expected.

“Yes. I knew it.”

He pumps his fist, cheers and covers my face in kisses.

“Now you’ll have to marry me.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Did you get me pregnant on purpose?”

I’m not angry. I always wanted children. Maybe not this soon but that doesn’t change my feelings.

“Maybe subconsciously.” He smirks and kisses me again.

**

The months flew by and I grew bigger. Airon became even more protective. The last month we have had to sleep under the stars because I am too big to fit through the entrance of the cave. Thankfully, the nights are warm and the days warmer.

Airon could spend hours touching my belly. He loves feeling the baby move. Weight gain and stretch marks haven’t killed his sex drive. No, in fact he seems to want sex more.

My breasts have grown large and began leaking milk weeks before the baby is born. His new favourite game is playing with my full breasts.

Then comes the day we have been waiting for.

24th March 2018

I have had back pain for weeks but that day it is bad. I spend half the time in the water, with Airon rubbing my back.

We are sitting down eating some cooked bird he caught and killed. It is a rare treat. We mostly eat fruit, root vegetables and sometimes fish. Birds are hard to catch. So we eat them rarely. But we did try lizard and snake once. It was edible but neither of us wanted it again.

I have just finished eating and am stretching my legs in front of me when.

*Twang*

My brows furrow and he looks concerned. “Are you alright, Princess?” He kneels in front of me.

“Yes, I just had the strangest thing... It felt like an elastic band snapped down below, but it didn’t hurt.”

He helps me stand, then gush.

“My waters broke!”

He looks both terrified and excited.

“I hope you’re ready, daddy, because you’re going to be delivering your child.” He grins and takes my hand. He leads me to our new outdoor bed.

And just in time of my first real contraction. I scream in pain. But as quick as it came it went.

“It’s alright, Princess. I have you,” He hands me a coconut shell filled with water.

Only ten minutes later another, five minutes another, two and then one. They are coming quicker.

Moving between my legs, neither of us are certain what we are doing but we know I had to wait until I am dilated enough to push.

“How many fingers am I?”

He looks. My contractions are seconds apart now and I really need to push.

His eyes widened. “I see the top of its head inside.”

“I have to push!” I scream and baredown. It is so much harder than I expected. My backside burns with every push. But he is fantastic, encouraging me.

“You have to push longer, no short pushes,” He tells me.

“I’m fucking trying but it’s hard!”

I feel bad for screaming and start crying. I am emotional and haven’t slept properly in days.

“Don’t cry, Princess. I know you didn’t mean it.”

I scream as another contraction hits.

“Push... Keep going. Yes. Good girl. I can see the head. Yes. The head is out.” His eyes fill with happy tears.

“The baby has lots of dark hair,” He laughs happily as we wait for the next to deliver the rest.

“Is it...”

“Beautiful, just like us.”

He is still vain, but I didn’t mind.

Another. I scream. My ass is on fire.

I push. Airon holds the shoulders as they pop out and gives her a gentle pull.

The baby delivered but we still have to wait for the afterbirth. I know that from television shows.

“It’s a girl,” Airon says in tears as the baby cries the first time. “We have a daughter, my love.”

I am in tears now, he leans down and kisses me, placing the tiny girl on my chest. She quickly finds my breast and starts feeding.

The umbilical cord is still attracted too but it will be alright for a few minutes.

“Airon?” An unfamiliar voice yells in a panic. The sound draws closer.

“I think... I think that’s my parents.”

Only seconds later, a beautiful woman in her mid thirties comes into view and a handsome older version of Airon about the same age as the woman.

They stare in shock.

“Mom, dad.” He is about to stand but I stop him.

“Take the baby.”

“What’s wrong, Princess?” He asks, worried.

“Take her!” I scream as another contraction hit. I push hard. It feels like before.

Quickly grabbing her, the woman, I assume is his mother, moves between my legs. “You’re having a second baby.”

“A second?” Airon asks in shock. His dad has disappeared. Lord only knows where.

The calm.

“On the next contraction push hard, like you did with the first.”

She is so calm, despite everything.

Another and I push.

“It’s too hard,” I cry afterwards.

“It’s alright, darling. You’re doing well, the head is born,” She says sweetly and Airon looks down and then at me grinning.

“Another hairy monkey,” He says grinning. Still cradling our daughter who is routing and trying to suckle his nipple. He laughs. “You’ll have mama soon. Just a little longer, baby.” He kisses her head.

Another, I push and push.

“That’s it.” Relief. The baby is out.

“It’s a girl,” She says with a smile and tears in her eyes.

Again both babies return to me and on my breasts in seconds.

“We have two daughters, Princess.” Airon grins and looks at his mother.

It is only then I noticed his father has returned. He has blankets and a first aid kit.

Not sure how that will help, but it is sweet none the less.

“Is there anymore in there, mom?”

She touches my abdomen and a mini contraction comes, I push and plop.

“I guess that’s a no,” Airon laughs and kisses my head.

“Two is enough for now. We can have more later.”

I glare at him. “You’ll be lucky to have sex again. I feel I’ve killed my vagina.”

“Don’t worry, I’m a trained midwife,” His mom says before examining me. “You got off pretty well. Just a little graze. It will be sore for a while and you shouldn’t have sex for six weeks. But it all looks good. It appears all the placenta is here.” She looks at her husband.

“Do you have scissors and string?”

He looks through the box. He pulls out scissors and the wire you use for stitches.

“Perfect.” She cuts some and turns both girls slightly to tie the cords off before cutting them.

She bags the placenta and with the babies fed, I sit up blushing.

“Thank you so much.” I blush realizing I am completely naked.

“No, I’m happy to help. They are my granddaughters after all.” His father walks over and wraps a blanket around me and the babies, protecting us from the cold breeze.

I smile and thank him.

“No need to thank me, you’re family now.”

Airon grins. “Yes. Mom, dad. This is my future wife, Kiya and our baby girls... Vicki and Anya.” We had spoken a lot about names during my pregnancy. We decided on Victoria Anya Glover for a girl. He had split the names up.

“Kiya, we are very pleased to meet you,” His mother says with a smile.

“Thank you for taking care of our son,” His dad adds.

“He took care of me.” I look at Airon adoringly. “I wouldn’t have coped without him.”

“I wouldn’t have coped without you, Princess. You make me feel strong.”

I can’t help but return his grin. He leans in and kisses me and our daughters heads.

“Can you hold them?” His expression turns concerned.

“Don’t worry. I just really need to pee.” He picks up the babies but offers to help. His father is quick to react, placing a blanket around his son and the babies.

Standing up with the blanket around me, I quickly move to the make shift toilet.

I hiss as it comes out and lean forwards. It burns. But I can move easier already.

My belly is still pretty big, but it has shrunk enough that I can fit in the cave entrance.

No one sees me climb in. Our new site is closer to the beach.

My clothes are tighter than before but still fit. Luckily I have a few sanitary towels in my bag from before I came to the island. They are a little warped, but they’ll do the job until I can get some more.

I am trying to pull on my bra.

“There you are, princess,” Airon is in the entrance.

“Where are the girls? Are they alright?” I panic.

He walks over and hugs my waist.

“They are perfect. My parents are holding them. I was worried when you didn’t come back.” He presses a couple of gentle kisses to my lips. “You did so well. I love you so much.”

Tears well in my eyes. “You’re not going to leave me now your parents are here?”

He smiles and holds me tighter. “Silly girl. Don’t you know you’re my life, you and our girls? I couldn’t and don’t want to be without you. My parents adore you already and I’m going to marry you the first chance I get.”

“But... But... Don’t they think I’m a slut or something?”

“No, my mom is ecstatic about witnessing the birth of her grand-babies. Dad is happy, just a little queasy, he hates blood and gore,” He laughs.

“My bra doesn’t fit.”

He chuckles. “I’ll buy you new ones.” He kisses both my breasta. “I really wish I could make love to you.” His hardness is dug in me. I can’t help but laugh.

“I love you, but no. Go put your clothes on and pack up.” He laughs out loud. But does as I asked.

“How did they find us?” I think out loud.

“They did some research and discovered the local authorities search didn’t cover everywhere. When they approached them about it they were told it was impossible we’d live this far out because the sharks,” He explains.

“They call this island Dead man’s Island because no one ever comes here and lives. It’s cursed,” He says in a mocking tone.

“We not only lived but had two beautiful girls.” We exit the cave with all our things except the makeshift bed I gave birth on.

“Mom and dad brought a boat and came here themselves. That’s when they saw the help sign and heard you screaming.”

“Was anyone else lost?”

“No. Everyone else is fine.”

I don’t ask about my parents because they likely don’t care. Probably are happy I wasn’t making drama. Apparently I’m a drama queen.

Not like my older sister, Kimberly. She is perfect, popular, smart, beautiful and bla bla bla. They always compared me to her and she loves the attention.

Packing the camp up, we all return to the large luxury boat. It is like a cross between a ship and a yacht.

They carry the babies on because I don’t trust myself. Once on board Mel - his mom - leads me and Airon to a bedroom on board.

His dad, Zane, is starting up the boat. They are alone. Apparently they hadn’t told anyone they were searching for us, because they didn’t want to get up April’s and anyone else’s hopes.

As far as they are concerned, the couple are sailing around the Caribbean, a sort of second honeymoon.

Handing the girls to us, she pulls out a drawer and lays a small folded towel in the bottom. “It’s not perfect but it will suit needs until we can buy them a proper cot,” She explains placing the drawer next to the bed.

“How often do I feed them?” I ask worried, I know nothing about babies. She smiles sitting beside me on the bed.

They have cut up a towel and made the pieces into a couple of make shift diapers.

“For the first few months they’ll probably want to feed every couple of hours. It means lots of short naps for you. But don’t worry...” She places an arm around my shoulder. “You have Airon, me and his dad. And I know April will love to help and your parents.” I don’t correct her. But my parents will probably just think I’m a failure.

“Thank you,” I say teary eyed.

“If you have any more questions, just ask. We’ll get you all checked over on the mainland and pick up clothes for all of you, maternity towels and baby supplies. We’ll be sailing home after that. Until then maybe try feeding the girls.” She stands up.

“Do either of you want any food?”

“No, thank you,” We both say.

She leaves but returns a minute later with a couple of glasses and a jug of juice.

“I remember, breastfeeding is a thirsty job.”

She leaves again and I feed my girls.

“I love them already,” Airon says stroking the twins fluffy heads.

“Me too. But do you know which is which?” Both are identical.

“This one,” He indicates to the smaller girl. “She is the second born, Anya.”

Later we notice Vicki has a little red birthmark behind her ear but Anya doesn’t.

It is a whirlwind. Things happen so fast. We are whisked to the local hospital who happily give us all a clean bill of health.

At my request, she drops me and Airon back at the boat afterwards. People must have recognized me, because a lot of people are looking, staring and making me uncomfortable.

After feeding the girls again, we lay the sleeping girls in the drawer wrap in a blanket - careful not to cover their faces. Then lay down ourselves and have a much deserved nap.

Next time we awoke the girls are crying, it is their feeding time and both have done their first poos. Ha. Luckily Mel and Zane are back and Mel shows us how to change them.

They brought clothes, diapers, wipes, bags, baby blankets and a moses basket. The girls are small and easily fit in together.

Vicki is seven pounds three ounces, Anya, six pounds two ounces.

They even brought some formula milk and bottles. They know I am breast feeding. But said it is just in-case an emergency. Because we’ll be at sea and unable to get it if we need it. I understand and agree.

We dress them both in vests, it is too warm for anything else.

And we sit down to dinner with his parents as the girls nap.

“I’m sorry if I’ve seemed... Rude, ignoring you,” Zane apologizes. “I am pleased to have you in the family. You seem like a wonderful girl for my son and the girls are amazing. I... The birth... I...” He stutters nervously. He reminds me so much of Airon.

“It’s alright, dad. I explained you don’t like blood and gore.”

He looks relieved. “Thank goodness for that.”

“I am proud of you, honey,” Mel says leaning over and kissing his cheek. “When I gave birth he puked and then passed out.”

His parents are great, we bond fast.

I tried to call my parents at home before we left but there was no answer so I left a short message that I am alright and see them soon.

Probably at the country club.

You see, my parents are middle class pretending to be first.

****