Uncharted Incest

Literotic asexstories – Uncharted Incest by JuliusIncestus,JuliusIncestus While my heart beat like a drum, I swam to shore. Reaching land, I quickly whirled around, seeing Mom helping my crying twin sister, Lucy. “Do you need any help?” I shouted at them.

Mom shook her head while keeping her daughter’s arm draped over her shoulder, making sure her head was above the water. “I got her, don’t worry.”

Behind Mom was the end of the aircraft which was followed by the vast North Atlantic Ocean. I sighed and took a moment to appreciate the fact my family and I were alive. My older sister Bianca sat on the sand with her arms wrapped around her knees, and I made my way to her. She watched the plane and probably questioned the odds of surviving a plane crash.

“Are you alright?” I asked her and plopped down next to her, searching her body and face for bruises but fortunately saw none.

“Sort of,” she said and stared wistfully at the waves crashing against the shore. “I just …”

“Let’s take one thing out of time,” I told her and clearly understood her mind whirled with dark thoughts just like mine

She nodded. Bianca was two years older than me and Lucy, but even at the age of twenty, she was still mature for her age. Wearing a skirt and a modest top, she was soaked to the bone as her clothes clung to her skin. We had the same hazel eyes, but she was the only one of us who’d inherited our father’s light brown hair, which was the thickest and most lustrous. It was difficult to sit next to Bianca without bumping into her wide hips, and even more difficult not to glance at her well-endowed breasts, but because of the circumstances, I wasn’t in the mood and didn’t think I would be for the time we remained here.

Mom escorted her daughter up to us and tried to dry her eyes at the same time. Standing a couple of inches shorter than Bianca, my twin sister shook like a brittle leaf. Even if she was thoroughly soaked, I could still see her tear-stained eyes. Our mother sat down with her next to us and held onto her dearly. Lucy just buried her face in her mother’s arms and wept, and her crying reminded me of when the severe turbulence struck the plane.

We were originally on a family trip to Puerto Rico when we faced, what I believed, to be the worst turbulence ever. The plane continuously dropped and that was when I questioned whether it was actually turbulence or a mysterious force pulling us down. When it dawned on us that something was horribly wrong, Lucy broke out in tears while the rest of us tried to keep our heads cool. Something was wrong, but it didn’t get any better when the captain said brace for impact.

When the plane crashed, it broke up with the cockpit and most of the passengers going one way and only our family in the very rear ended up here. I couldn’t see the cockpit anywhere near the horizon and feared they’d met the same fate as the rest of the passengers.

To experience a plane crash was once in a blue moon, but to survive one was so far-fetched it felt surreal. We didn’t have a clue whether there were any survivors left, but I was grateful we’d made it.

We were an unusual family. Mom became pregnant when she was barely legal–eighteen years old. Standing as tall as I, Mom was a gorgeous beauty at thirty-eight years old. She had the perfect blonde hair and hypnotizing blue eyes that were addictive to look at. She had sacrificed her young adulthood just to raise us well. After Bianca was born, she’d gotten pregnant again with twins: Lucy and I. Even if we didn’t exactly hate each other, we weren’t what you would call a close family. Our mother had always wanted us to be there for each other and remain loyal to the family, so she’d decided to take us out on a family vacation.

We’d been closer when growing up, but puberty pushed us all in different directions. I already had a strong gut feeling that being on this island would pull us back together as we faced an uncertain future in what was infamously known as the Bermuda Triangle.

While Lucy kept crying, Mom looked over at us. “You don’t have any bruises, gashes or wounds?”

Bianca shook her head. “Just a bit caught off guard,” she said and looked sympathetically at Lucy. I also had a hard time seeing her crying, and every tear she shed was a stab in my heart. She was the most gorgeous girl of us and had just discovered the power of beauty. She attracted attention like honey attracted bees, and she’d stopped taking school seriously when every guy was on his knees for her. Mom had a heated discussion with her a couple of months ago when she’d gotten caught drunk. Even if I couldn’t relate to such spoiled and bratty behavior, I could still relate to her and feel whenever she was in pain. It was as if we were bonded one way or another.

“What about you, Tony?” Mom asked me sweetly.

“I’m fine,” I said, which wasn’t true, but I wanted her attention to remain on Lucy instead of me. I had a gash on my elbow, and the salty water made it burn. I tried to ignore it for now. I knew it paled in comparison to my sister’s pain.

Bianca whipped her hair back and gazed at the ocean. I looked where she was looking, and noticed the aft galley along with the last few passenger rows where we were seated still bobbed on the water, and I knew we couldn’t sit here for too long. “We should probably secure as many provisions as possible … We really don’t know how long we’ll remain here,” I suggested.

“You’re right,” our mom said.

“I’ll come with you,” Bianca said.

We rose and she pulled her top over her head and laid it over the rock. She also took off her skirt and neatly laid it next to the top. Only a bra covered her well-endowed breasts. Even if she was twenty years old, she still had one of the most impressive cleavages out there. From a young age, she became a master at turning heads.

We waded out to the aft galley and struggled as we pushed it up to shore. “A little bit more,” I said as sweat ran down my neck and forehead. We managed to push it onto the shore and finally came to a stop. I wiped my brow and cast a glance skyward. It was roasting, especially as the sun was at the peak of the sky and started lowering.

Bianca dusted her hands and glanced at me, arching a worried eyebrow at the gash in my arm. “I thought you said you were fine,” she said and wrapped her hand around my arm, holding it up and studying it.

“It’s just a scratch.”

She gave me a long, serious look. “Tony, that is not a scratch.”

“How are we supposed to clean it anyway?”

“We’ll find something in the aircraft,” she said and let go of my hand.

“But first we have to try to figure out a way to push it farther up the sand.” I knew already it would be a challenge. “Mom, can you help us?” I asked her.

“Give me a moment, sweetheart.” Lucy nodded and let go of Mom. Mom also took off her skirt, revealing her flaring hips with so much smooth flesh leading up to her panties. Her panties had to be white of all colors, and they had to be wet so I could see through. I tried my hardest to look away, but being here stranded with them reminded me of my forbidden fantasies. It wasn’t easy living alone with these three gorgeous women in the same household. She strode over and swayed her massive hips on the way. With her help, we managed to push it up the final bit.

“Tony,” she said with hints of concern in her voice and took my hand to study the gash. “I just asked you if you were alright.”

“I am.”

“You can’t keep everything for yourself. We are a family.”

“I just thought Lucy needed more attention.”

“I’m so proud you’re being sympathetic, but you can’t ignore yourself,” Mom said. “Let’s search for a first aid kit first, and Bianca, please sew the gash.”

“I was already planning to do so,” she said. We stepped into the aft galley. Most of the interior was thoroughly soaked, but we luckily found a waterproof first aid kit.

“Lucy and I will search for more provisions while you sew his wound, okay?” she asked us.

We nodded and went up to a couple of rocks and plopped down. She opened the bag, rummaged inside, and fished out a needle and thread and some cotton swabs. “You never feel sorry for yourself,” she said and smiled.

I just shrugged. “It honestly took me some time to notice it.”

“Sure thing, bro,” she said playfully and reached for my arm. It was rare that my older sister touched me like that, and I felt something oddly erotic about having her tend to me. I didn’t know what it was, but I just didn’t feel so alone. There had been a void in my life for so long, and her touching me filled it for a brief moment.

“I remembered when you cut yourself when trying to make an arrow for the first time,” she said and looked up to me. “You kept your mouth shut till I spotted the blood in our garden.”

I wasn’t sure if I imagined things, but I saw something else in her smile. Something I hadn’t seen before. “It was that day you contemplated having breast reduction surgery,” I said and remembered it fairly well.

“I’m grateful you stood up for me,” she said with a tear in her eye. “I know now that I would have regretted it.”

“I knew you would have had second thoughts.”

She flicked her eyes back to me. “Thanks for having my back.”

“What are siblings for?”

We exchanged smiles, and my heart beat quicker.

“I guess Mom’s wish of us becoming closer will turn out to be true.”

I blinked at her, not quite sure if I misinterpreted what she’d just said. While she leaned over and started sewing the gash, my eyes strayed to her breasts for a moment. I remembered fully well when she was fed up with all the attention she received. Bianca was in nursing school, and I understood where she was coming from since her breasts caught a man’s eye whether she liked it or not. She’d asked me since I was a guy, and I gave her my brutal honesty. But I’d also told her to imagine living a hundred years ago when it wasn’t an option. A natural woman was the most beautiful being that existed, and she should embrace it and just prepare herself for the attention. She’d agreed and thanked me for my honesty, but it didn’t stop Lucy from calling her spoiled. According to Lucy, Bianca was ungrateful for her well-endowed rack.

There was more to that day too since she’d basically given me a free pass to gawk at her beautiful breasts. I had never forgotten when she took off her bra and made my jaw drop. I had pitched a tent to her that day and struggled hard not to jack off later in the evening. She was my older sister after all. She’d complained that double D-cup bras were expensive, but she’d eventually listened, and thankfully, she retained her beautiful boobs. On the other hand, Lucy had decided to stuff silicone in hers as soon as she turned eighteen, earning a frown from all three of us.

She rubbed her thumb over the stitches. “There,” she said and put the needle aside. “As good as new.”

“I don’t take it for granted,” I told her and it already felt a thousand times better. “Let’s see what Mom and Lucy are up to.”

We joined them, and Lucy’s eyes were still tear-stained. She wasn’t crying as much as earlier, and I was glad she’d partly recovered. “Did you find anything interesting?” I asked Mom.

“A couple of water bottles, some bags of peanuts, chocolate and thankfully some matches and a sharp knife. There was some food but it was soaked with salt water. We also found some blankets and figured we could build a shelter from parts of the plane.”

“We should probably prepare a fire or a SOS sign for now,” I suggested and glanced at the declining sun. “Before the sun drops too far.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” Mom said. “Thinking of a fire and an SOS sign.”

Mom’s smile infected me, and I said, “If you three can prepare the SOS sign, I’ll get the equipment ready for a bonfire.”

None of them objected and they quickly got to work. There was another reason I wanted to be separated from them. Ever since Bianca touched me like that, I was about to pop wood. It didn’t make it any better that all of them except for Lucy were practically half-naked.

As I moved away, I thought over my forbidden fantasies. It always made me question whether I was sick or mentally unfit for even daring to think such taboo thoughts. My father had died when I was only ten, leaving me as the sole man in the household. I couldn’t help but fantasize sometimes when I found all of them so attractive. Lucy might be a bit bratty now and then, but Bianca and Mom were both sweethearts. Mom was by far the strongest and most caring of them all, and so gorgeous on top of it. But after having survived a crash-landing, I knew it wasn’t the moment to think of this, but turning to them, I caught Mom bent at the waist, flashing her full moon. It looked like the flanks of a racehorse, and I couldn’t stop myself from feeling the urge to ravish her. I looked aside and cursed myself, knowing very well they could have caught me gawking at her.

Looking elsewhere, I started gathering as many dry plants, twigs and branches to use for tinder.

When the sun wasn’t far from setting, Mom and my siblings had finished the SOS sign. “What do you think?” Mom asked me.

“Looks great for now.”

She had to of course still be in panties and a bra, and Lucy and I were practically the only ones who were sort of clothed. She struck a match and lit the dry leaves on fire, which quickly spread and licked its way upward. It happened quickly and suddenly the flames danced right before our eyes. I took a stick and moved it to our campfire, lighting it on flames as well. I tossed it to the flames and settled down with the rest of them. Mom passed us some peanuts and chocolate, and the fact that none had shown up yet, made me truly believe we would remain here for a lot longer.

Lucy raised her gaze to me and looked at me for the first time since we’d crash-landed. Her blue, dazzling eyes swept over me in a way they hadn’t done before. “You have a nice body.”

“Where did those stitches come from?” Lucy asked.

“I got a gash from the crash landing,” I said and exchanged smiles with Bianca. “She sewed it.”

“But you didn’t say anything,” Lucy said with hints of concern in her voice.

“You were crying, so I let our mom comfort you as well as possible.”

“You always have to think of anyone else except yourself,” Lucy said quietly, but I could tell she wanted the best for me as well. It was just something in the tone of her voice that sounded sympathetic.

“Tell us about it,” Mom said and chuckled.

“When we come back home again, I want to eat some ice cream,” Lucy said. “I really want ice cream.”

“It sure would’ve tasted well,” she said. And I also started thinking of what was supposed to be our vacation to Puerto Rico. We would sit by the beach with pineapple juice, ice cream and the sound of seagulls in the air while basking in the sun … But it all went up in smoke as I watched the dark horizon without a hint of light.

“Maybe we should call it a day and hit the sack,” I said, hoping tomorrow would be brighter than today.

“Don’t you mean, hit the sand,” Mom said and gave me a playful look. I was glad she found something positive in our situation.

“Mom, can you come with me … I need to pee first,” Lucy said.

“Of course, I can.”

“We can get the so-called bed ready in the meanwhile,” Bianca said.

We straightened the blanket and then came to the part I wasn’t so sure over. I was still clothed and she wore a bra and panties. “I don’t like sleeping with a bra on,” she told me. “I hope you don’t mind.”

I gritted my teeth and knew my dilemma would even get worse now. “Do what you gotta do,” I told her. “We’ve slept together before.”

“Before puberty though,” she said, which was right. Those were the days we could get away with sleeping half-nude with each other. Now it would obviously be considered taboo, to keep it brief. She fumbled behind her back and unhooked her bra, and it felt like slow motion as it fell to her feet, and she freed her well-endowed breasts in front of my young eyes. I hadn’t seen them since the day she contemplated breast reduction surgery, but they were a work of art–round and full combined with sitting high on her chest. I was about to pitch a tent to my own sister, especially as she bent over to pick up her bra.

I took off my shorts too before my erection would be too obvious. I didn’t want her to think I was a pervert. “Can we also spoon?” she asked. “Even if I’m older than Lucy, this place also gives me the creeps.”

She was really putting me on the spot, but I couldn’t resist her offer. “Sure,” I said as I lay down on the side and let her lie down behind me, snaking her hand under mine and pushing her soft boobs against my back. I shivered with intense pleasure. As soon as I felt her nipples poking my back, I started hardening at record speed. Although I’d seen them before this was the first time they’d intimately touched my skin, and I was already curling my fingers, dreaming I fondled her breasts. I tried to look elsewhere, but Mom strode up to us fully nude with Lucy on her heels. It was difficult to see their flesh since it was dusk, but I could tell they wore no panties or bras. I tried my hardest not to gawk at them although I’d dreamed of seeing them nude several times before. Mom neatly folded hers and Lucy’s clothes next to ours.

“I thought of lying behind you, Tony, is that okay?” Mom asked.

“Sure,” I said and just accepted the fact there would be some upcoming awkward moments.

As the stars and moon lit up the sky, the embers were being reduced to ash. Mom lay down on the side with her daughter in front of her. I could smell a tang of urine along with the briny scent of the sea. But Mom didn’t stop there, she backed her ass closer to my crotch and watching Mom’s taboo buns so close to me was the final trigger that made my cock rise to full mast. I was grateful it was night since I was blushing so hard.

She glanced over her shoulder almost as if she suspected something was going on. “Tony, it’s okay. We’re under unusual circumstances. I just want us to sleep close tonight.”

That comment removed some of the guilt but didn’t make my blush abate. “Sure, let’s just try to sleep for now.”

“Keep your arm under mine like how you spoon Bianca. We need the body heat.”

“Right,” I said and snaked my hand under hers a bit shyly, but tried to distance myself from her boobs.

She must have had it with my shyness and took my hand and neatly tucked it under her soft rack. The skin of her boobs over my hand warmed my core, and I shivered with pleasure as it was the first time since I was a babe in her arms that I’d touched them. “That’s better,” she said.

Lucy was also lying close to Mom, and they were snuggled up in a similar position, but Mom held onto her dearly. I hoped she would be in a better mental state tomorrow. Although if we woke up tomorrow without anyone else here, then I knew it was bad.

While trying to fall asleep, I watched my mom’s taboo curves and marveled over her fine skin. She’d aged like wine, but I prayed I wouldn’t do anything stupid. Currently, my cock was so hard you could crack walnuts with it. Despite wearing underwear, it was about to nestle inside the crack of her ass. We wished each other good night, and I braced myself for the most painful night of my life.

Lying on a beach, I crooked my finger at both of my siblings. Making a little fake shy face, Bianca and Lucy approached me. Suddenly, their clothes vanished. Bianca straddled my face and Lucy went on her knees and took my cock into her mouth. It was forbidden and thrilling, and I wasn’t far from exploding as Lucy gobbled up my cock. Something told me it was a wet dream in the making, and that I should wake up before it was too late.

My eyes popped wide open, and my cock was nestled deeply into Mom’s ass. Her chest rose and sank, and at the same time, I felt Bianca’s boobs mashed against my back. I sighed in relief and fearfully watched my throbbing cock, questioning whether it would burst through the underwear. The way Mom breathed so deeply moved her ass cheeks in a rhythm that pleasured the sensitive head. Because of the dream, I was already aroused and knew I was about to cum if I didn’t move into another position.