Downfall/Try to make fire R
From Create Your Own Story
Cate looks up to the sky again. "Looks like it might rain, and it's going to cool down, even here. If we don't have fire, we're screwed. Low temperatures and wet clothes, we're going to suffer from hypothermia in no time."
"Won't the fire go out in the rain?"
"We'll place it over there." Cate points to a large rock. The rock is about ten feet high and has a small overhang, not wide enough for you to lie under, but probably enough to shield your fire (unless there is unfavorable wind). "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 gather wood while I take care of this" - she points to her chest "and when I am done, I'll collect stones and dig a hole as a fire pit."
"Okay."
"We need branches and twigs. And most importantly - find something we can use as tinder, or we won't be able to start the fire."
"Okay." You turn round and head towards the surrouding trees. Tinder seems to be most important. 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 edging the fire pit with large stones.
"Everything okay with your boobs?" you ask.
"Yes, I got it done. Put the stuff down here."
You comply and return to the jungle to gather wood. 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. You return twice to the woods until Cate tells you you'll have enough wood for the night. There's already a small fire burning, and Cate carefully manages it until you finally can put larger branches on.
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, Roof | |
