It did the trick, because he quickly nodded then knelt down at the edge of the pool, rinsing off his hand then using it to wipe away the remaining cum from the tip of his dick before stuffing it back into his speedo.
“S-sorry,” he muttered, sounding so embarrassed about what he’d just said. “I-I got carried away.” Though, as he headed off, he paused and added, “A deal’s a deal though.”
Before she could retort he was gone. Headed off into the jungle to gather up the papaya he'd use as an excuse to jerk off to her.
She leaned back in the water as he left, the sun beating down on her skin as she tried to take in what just happened. What she’d just done, and agreed t
o. It was all her father’s fault! If he hadn’t made her feel so uncomfortable and weirded out, she’d never have gotten lost in this damned jungle and found Rob doing... that.
Still, at least she had a shirt now. If she dressed more presentably, maybe that’d help them all settle down a little.
Her father managed to make the fish taste better than anything at home. She didn’t know how, as there wasn’t much to work with on the island but the fruit. Though once the big meal was done, she felt sated, though she never let herself overindulge. She'd developed that willpower long before they were shipwrecked.
Angel called it a night early, shortly after the sun set, not wanting to sit around before the still hungry gazes of those two virile men more than she had to.
She couldn’t find sleep in the cave. Not so soon. And not as the sounds of the fire crackling outside mingled with the low murmurs of her brother and father.
They’d kept quiet for some time, but once they’d begun to talk she perked up and listened in closely.
“So what’s the deal with her wearin’ your shirt?” asked her father, sounding more than just curious. Perturbed maybe?
“Sorry dad,” said her brother, and she could make out the silhouette of him outside the cave, rubbing a hand over his short blonde hair. “I was... well, I was weak…” he muttered.
“What do you mean?” asked her father, to which her brother hesitated.
“She caught me… y’know. Jerkin’ off.”
“So?” retorted her father. “For that you give her your shirt?”
“No,” Rob responded. “It was so she’d let me jerk off on her tits,” he said, fudging the truth a little. “Promised to let me at ‘em twice a day from now on,” he confessed, his tone growing to an almost boasting tenor.
Angel sneered, and her face burned with her anger, but she tried to keep still. To hold back her heated breaths, to repress her shame. Not only was he telling her father what she’d done, but making her seem like an even bigger skank!
She couldn’t believe she’d done it, and now everyone in her world knew about it.
“Dammit boy,” her father chided Rob, sounding disappointed in him even though he was by rights a man, as old as her. “You should treat your sister with more respect than that,” he said, sounding as if he was putting him in his place. “She’s family. And she’s all we’ve got here. What we’ve got with her isn’t about trading stuff for little sexual favours.”
Her brother seemed shamed into silence and Angel’s tight shoulders relaxed a little bit. The shame and rage still simmered beneath the surface, but at least her father was blaming Rob and not her. Well, so far. She still hated to see him tomorrow morning when they all woke up.
“Your sister’s queen of this here island,” he lectured his son. “And we’ll make her feel like it. Not like a whore, you hear me?” he admonished Rob, until he ultimately must have gotten a nod in return. “Good. We’ll go inside in a bit, so lemme tell you something…”
Their voices trailed off after that, and Angel couldn’t hear them anymore, but it was enough to allow her to relax back into her ‘bed’, stretching out like a cat. Tomorrow would be better. And she’d forgive herself for her childish mistakes. Especially now, since she had Rob’s shirt, and he wasn’t allowed to make her do that anymore.
The thought made her smile as sleep claimed her. She’d one-upped him. She was in control.
When she awoke not long after, it was with a strong pair of hands upon her. No, two pairs of hands.
Worse than that, her shirt, which she’d only recently won, was pulled up off her and a strong hand held over her mouth, silencing her.
“Shhh,” came a soothing sounding shush from her father over top of her. “It’s okay sweetie, daddy’s Angel,” he murmured to her softly. His body glowed orange, and she realized there was a torch set up in the cave, lighting up her brother and father in the dark. “Don’t panic,” he said, though her brother held her arms down, and her father knelt between her legs and held her mouth shut. “We just gotta talk about somethin’,” he explained, sounding as if she were a little girl again, in need of his simplified explanation of a complex idea.
She wanted to spit out that if they really wanted to talk, they wouldn’t be holding her mouth shut. But then, what would even be the purpose in that? Who else would she call out to, the birds?
Her blue eyes were still groggy and confused, but she hated being woken up and they both knew it. She narrowed her gaze at her father, bitter about the loss of her hard-won shirt. Her mind was still reeling from the sudden awakening. Was that what this was about? Taking the stupid shirt back since she wasn’t going to fulfill her promise?
Her father was so strong, but he held her gently and gave her a warm smile, “We’ve been here a while now. And there’s no rescue in sight. Your mother’s gone -- rest her soul -- and we need you to step up and take her place. Become the new head of the family.” Her father had a way of making everything he said sound so reasonable, so soothing. “It’s a big responsibility. But know that your brother and I are going to take care of you. Be there for you. More than before, even.”
And with that he slid his hand away but pressed his lips to hers softly before she had a chance to say a single word more. The tender kiss he gave her was so sweet, so loving. Yet so inappropriately lustful, too.