Downfall/Build a roof C F1
From Create Your Own Story
"The sky doesn't look very promising," Cate says. You can't help but agree. It is probably wise to construct a shelter. You assume it will take the rest of the day, and the outcome won't be much more than an excuse of a roof, but to your surprise, everything goes smoothly from the beginning. A fallen trunk acts as a basis; you clobber down vines with a rock, and Cate wattles them into a framework. You both then weave in large banana leaves and tuft lichens and moss into holes.
"That's not bad," Cate says. She is correct. The space is crammed, but if you budge up, you both fit under the roof.
You just can't wait to get out of your wet clothes. Ever since you woke up on the beach, you felt the damp cloth on your skin, and enough is enough. With a sigh, you peel off your t-shirt and hang it on the clothesline. Cate's eyes brighten when she sees your bra.
"Oh, perfect," she says. "The straps are going to be a great help in building a palm leaf roof. Much better than using vines."
"Good idea. With yours we have-"
"I don't wear a bra. We were sleeping, I didn't wear one. I am surprised you have yours on."
"It was in my pile of clothes, I put it on by reflex." You reach behind your back, open the clasp and slip the bra off.
"Well, I think I'll dry my clothes, too," Cate says hangs up her top. Her breasts are usually smaller than yours, and you already sprout an A-cup. Small breasts are a family trait, with the exception of Kirsten whose breasts are quite large. While your nipples are pointing slightly upwards, Cate's nipples point directly forward. The size of her breasts didn't increase noticeably during her pregnancy; you may be up to par now.
It's not a big deal for you to undress in front of each other. Besides not having much choice, your family is relatively open about nudity. It's the most natural way, and only when Will got to a certain age, you and your daughters took care not to let him see anything. It wasn't different when you were young, and you have dressed or undressed in Cate's presence often enough.
You undress completely and hang your stuff - the bra, your panties, shorts and a pair of sneakers with tied laces - over the line. Cate doesn't have shoes, you notice - you remember she wore ballet flats who must have been ripped off her feet by the surge. Besides her spaghetti tank top, she wears a skirt and a thong. All your clothes just have space on the clothesline.
You notice Cate is shaven 'down there', just like you are. From a castaway point of view, this will likely prove advantageous, as pubic hair would could be a foothold for parasitic insects.
"Kind of unfamiliar feeling, isn't it?" Cate says. "Being naked outside, I mean."
You nod. "I'll have a quick wash in the river. I have sand in more crevices than I knew I had."
Cate groans. "I - ouch."
"What's up, Cate?"
"Just my boobs."
"What do you - oh, right. You are still breastfeeding."
"Yes."
"Does it hurt bad?"
"No, just a little. Usually the milk is just flowing out on itself; how often I had to change shirts... Anyway. The few occasions I have galactostasis, I just have to stroke the milk out until the blockage is cleared. And luckily I don't have any of the other symptoms that come so often with it."
"Imagine you had complications out here in the wild..."
"I'd rather not. Listen, why don't you go wash while I take care of this" - she points to her chest.
"All right."
While going to the river, you become aware how sensitive the soles of your feet are. You flinch whenever tripping on a stone or something else. Carefully you tread into the creek. It is broad, but not deep. At it's deepest, the water reaches up to your knee. The water is cool, but not cold. You wade in and sit down. You wash the sand off your body, first from the waist down, then from your upper body. Then you dive under, wash your hair, then return to the camp.
When you return to camp, Cate is still occupied with her chest, stroking the sides of her breasts in turn. You you sit next to the fire, turned away from Cate to give your sister some privacy, and enjoy the warmth. Twenty minutes later, Cate sighs relieved. "Finally. Must be the stress, it never took this long up to now."
You turn around. "Are you all right?" you ask. You can see liquid glistening on and beneath her breasts in the fiery glow.
"Yes. I'll go have a wash." She trots off.
"You think the kids are okay?" you ask when she returns and sits next to you.
"They are clever, and they have the supplies from the lifeboat."
"I should go to the beach and check."
"It's too dark now, you'll get lost. They will be all right, we can check on them in the morning."
You sit down by the fire.
