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 Author: Kiwi Cat
Title: Island Paradise part 1
Summary: Tropical rainstorm traps a father and a scattering of children
on a deserted island.  Fun ensues.
Keywords: Mg Mg bbg inc ped oral anal



   Van was beginning to regret this stupid family trip.  There had been the
endless arguments between him and his wife Kate, the unneeded expense, the
hot sticky heat of the South Pacific, the grating fawning of what he
considered the natives.  So it had all brought them to this, a tiny plane
winging its way through the night from one island getaway to another.  One
last chance at a decent holiday and the reconciliation his marriage really
needed.  There were a dozen passengers in the plane, himself, his wife
Kate, their eleven year old daughter Bella.  There were a couple of young
men in their 20s, German from their accents dressed as casual tourists. 
There was another family, a older father with a trophy wife and a gaggle of
3 children.  Two boys one maybe 8 and the other looking about 13 or 14. 
Their daughter had caught Van's eye, she was few years older than Bella
perhaps 15 and looked delectable in a pair of tiny shorts and a T-shirt. 
Her long legs were the reason that Kate moved seats to sit frostily across
the aisle from him, giving him the cold shoulder yet again when he was
opening ogling the tidy little blonde.  The last two passengers were a
dumpy looking woman in her 30s and a slightly chubby little redhead girl
who was about 9 and sat clutching her dolly and sucking her thumb as she
stared out the window.

   The bad weather got steadily worse and the passengers could feel the
plane start to buck as the rain sleeted down on the little windows leaving
them nothing to watch in the darkness.  The pilot called out for everyone
to buckle up then turned back to his controls as he let the winds guide the
small plane off its original course in an attempt to ride out the storm.



   Van's eyes drifted away from the tasty jail bait up front and he glanced
down at his own daughter, Bella with her raven black hair, arching cheek
bones and pouting lips.  She glanced up at him and gave him a nervous smile
so he took her hand in his to reassure her.  It was strange, they had such
a messy relationship but he loved her so much.  It all came back to his
father he thought as he closed his eyes and put his head back.  His damned
father.

   Van's father had been outwardly a loving father, taking time to spend
with his only child.  But in reality there was a dark secret that only he
and Van knew.  Van always wondered if his mother had known, she had never
interfered or attempted to assist him anyway so it was moot.  Both were
dead now but had left their mark in their sons heart and now their
granddaughters.  In Van's memory his father had always touched him, his
earliest memory was laying on grass under a starry nights sky naked with
his hairy naked father beside him.  Little Van had been working his fathers
cock until the older man had covered him in his sticky incestuous semen. 
Young Van had grown up conflicted.  At school and church they told him that
the things his father did to him and made him do were wrong but at home his
father visited him each night.  When he was younger it was usually Van
using his hands or mouth to give his father release but as Van grew the
touching became more mutual.  Van's first real orgasm was at his father's
hands, kneeling on all fours with one of his father's big hands milking his
little eleven year old cock while a finger dug deep within his tight little
bottom.  The poor boy was tormented, torn between pleasure, self disgust at
enjoying it, love for his parent and endless guilt at what society
pronounced as wrong.

   During the early years at high school Van had taken his father every
single night either in his mouth or between his soft bum cheeks.  He grew
to love the attention while still hating it.  Each session would see him
rising to his own climax only to be consumed with guilt afterwards as his
father pulled out and he had to wipe cum off his face or from his aching
anus.

   It was only when Van left for university that things changed.  He found
a nice girl and tried to bury his past deep inside.  In the five years
after he left and before his parents died in a car accident he never went
home once, unable to face them and the guilt that they brought on.  Kate
had gotten pregnant and they had married and soon had Bella.  Now they were
both just 30, a loving daughter and a marriage on the rocks.

   Van had vowed to be a better father than his was to him but the mental
and emotional damage was already seared into his core.  The first time was
when Bella was just six months old and he was alone with her giving her a
bath.  There was a feeling of power within him, that this little creature
was totally reliant on him for everything that he found himself suddenly
sitting there by the baby bath with an erection.  To his own horror he
masturbated to his naked daughter's body and ejaculated all over her.  It
was when he was washing her clean that he vowed never again as he sat there
consumed with guilt.

   She was a toddler the next time and Van was getting changed when she
walked into the bedroom.  She had walked straight up and grabbed the funny
dangling thing between his legs.  With no control over himself Van had
guided her to the bed and worked her tiny hands up and down his shaft
before he sprayed his cum all over his stomach.  Again it was clean up and
guilt that followed.  The became the norm, each slip being worse and
leading to months of self hatred that began to affect his marriage.The time
he was dressing a four year old Bella and ended up with his mouth latched
to her puffy little slit as he wanked himself into her discarded panties.
The time they were watching a movie with her on his lap and her curious
hands found his erection which lead to him taking it out and coaching the
six year old to jerk him off.  The first time he pushed into her wet little
mouth at age eight, almost choking the girl with his huge load of daddy
cum.

   Poor Bella loved her daddy and whenever they did things sexually
together he would always apologize and beg her forgiveness which she
happily gave.  As she got older she too began to feel the pangs of guilt as
she learned to believe that fathers and daughters should not behave like
this but was always pulled back by her love of her father.  It was never a
regular thing, just every few months when his will power broke down and she
would always willingly take his guidance to give him the relief he needed.

   Van's mind was brought back to the present when the plane began to skip
in the air, shaking and shuddering with the turbulence.  Some of the
children began to cry and Bella clutched tightly at his hand.  Across the
aisle Kate looked at them and tried to smile until the plane suddenly
dropped about three meters in a second, slamming them all against their
belts.

   It got worse.  From the cockpit they could hear the pilot swearing
loudly as he wrestled the controls.  There was a brilliant flash as
lightning struck the plane and it shuddered then one of the two propellers
stopped.  After struggling with the mostly unresponsive controls in the
pouring rain he was just about to give up hope when he saw something ahead
illuminated by another lightning flash.

   It looked to be an island, covered with vegetation.  Wrenching the stick
around he did his best to steer the sluggish plane in that direction. 
Behind him in the cabin the 12 passengers stared out the windows in terror,
strapped in as safely as they could be as they cried, prayed or just sat
silently.  The plane almost out of fuel and the electronics shot it
shuddered again and again.  Doing his best to guide in in against the
buffeting winds the pilot blinked.  Suddenly the trees seemed so much
closer and they were above land, skimming across the tops.  There was a
loud crunch and the plane was suddenly spun off course.  There were
frenzied screams from the back but the pilot was too busy trying to keep
them all alive to take notice.

   The plane smashed through a wall of trees and skipped across a patch of
lighter vegetation before ploughing sideways into something that made it
stop with a shudder.  Branches burst through the windscreen, impaling the
heroic pilot as he was slammed back into the seat.  His last thought was of
the passengers behind him and hoping they would be alright.



   Coming to Van heard crying, the cabin dark except for the occasional
flash of lightning.  Fumbling around he undid his belt, slipping sideways
as she discovered the plane was on a slight lean.  He managed to find the
his phone and flicked it on using the feeble light, pulling herself up to
check on his family and the others.

   Glancing around he stopped in shock.  One wing had been ripped off,
taking several seats and their passengers with it.  The tail had been
snapped off too and he staggered forward to check on the others.

   The Germans were gone.  The father of the three children was dead in his
seat, his face blue where his seatbelt had throttled him.  Moving past he
made his way to Kate.  She lay limp in her seat and when he touched her,
her head lolled limply aside at an unnatural angle.  In shock he realized
she was gone and their last words had been in anger.  Turning back he saw
Bella looked ok, her chest moving slowly as she breathed held in place by
her belt but out to it for now.

   Further down the plane past the gaping hole she found half of someone,
the trophy wife, torn apart as a chunk of metal went through her.  Van
paused just long enough to cover her, the kids didn't need to see that.  At
the back, just before the missing tail section she found her three
children, two of them clutching each other and crying, another the youngest
looking dazed and one still but breathing.  The dumpy woman was laying in
the aisle, her belt had broken and she had been flung around on impact. 
When Van checked there was no pulse.  Her little redheaded daughter looked
at him with eyes wide with shock as she clutched her doll to her chest.

   That was it.  No one else lived within the plane.  He was the only adult
survivor.  Van took a deep breath and couldn't smell any fuel or smoke so
he hoped it would be safe enough to stay here awhile, at least until the
storm passed.  Then in the morning they could take stock and try and find
out where they were and when they could be rescued.





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