Downfall/Large pieces of wood C SF
From Create Your Own Story
There are plenty of suitable branches all over the place. You gather two arms full of wood within a few minutes. Grunting under the load you carry them back to the camp. Cate sits on the ground, her top next to her, stroking the underside of her breasts in turns. 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.
"Put it down there," Cate says when she notices you.
You comply and return to the jungle to gather more wood. When you return, Cate is still occupied with her breasts.
"Are you all right?" you ask.
"Yes, it's just taking a while."
You drop your wood and go to get a third haul. Back at camp, Cate greets you with a relieved look on her face. She holds her top against her breasts, apparently catching the fluid.
"Done," she says.
Once more you leave camp, this time to find tinder. There is no suitable material close by; you have to venture deeper into the jungle. You make sure to orientate yourself via recognizable landmarks. After about half an hour, you finally find some bushes with fibrous capsules. You collect as many as you can and head back. You find Cate, still topless, edging the fire pit with large stones.
You hand her the tinder. You see that Cate must have been gathering little twigs in the meantime, which means you're done. You sit down and watch Cate rolling a stick against a piece of wood. The thought of getting dry is lifting your morale. 'Thanks' to the humidity, your clothes are still wet.
"Ha!" Cate hastily grabs some tinder and manages to get it smouldering. She shields the ember and blows carefully into until the tinder develops white smoke. Cate feeds more tinder until a little flame develops, then feeds a mix of tinder and the smallest twigs. After ten minutes, a small fire is burning, and Cate carefully manages it until you finally can put larger branches on.
While Cate manages the fire, you get a stone with a sharp edge and clobber down a vine. With two sticks you improvise a clothesline over the fire.
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."
"Go ahead, I'll make sure the fire burns steadily."
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.
While Cate is at the river, you you sit next to the fire and enjoy the warmth. Ten minutes later, Cate returns and sits next to.
"You think the kids are okay?" you ask.
"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.
| Status | ||
| State of Clothing | naked |
Contacts |
| Inventory | T-Shirt; Shorts; Bra; Panties; Sneakers | |
| Surroundings | Bonfire | |
