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Cobra_14 and I in an SRP on the forums co-authored this story in a thread of the same title. All characters are over 18 years of age. Enjoy!

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Sam and her cousin Jim had been about forty metres out from the cove, and roughly five miles from the village beach, when the chop became too much for their little wooden row boat to handle. It gave in and tipped them into the frothy surf. Both of them feared for the others life as they glimpsed at the jagged rocks that gave the cove is infamy some six meters below their submerged bodies. They were disoriented as to which way was up as they rolled in the current and completely lost sight of each other in the foam. After churning them to the point of nausea the agitated sea spat them across the sand of the cove. Their little boat followed shortly, looking badly bruised by driftwood and stones.

Both were conscious upon landing and bolted upright in the pouring rain. Jim was the closest to the wrecked boat and attempted to drag it further out of the shallows before flipping it upright to check for any surviving supplies. He's hands landed upon the sole item left in the vessel, the water proofed S.O.S kit that had wrapped its self round one of the eyes. Relief escaped him in a sigh and he turned to call to Sam who was still sat in a daze on the sand.

"You alright?" He called over the crashing waves. She was shook from her glazed stare out at the storm and responded.

"I'm good. How's the boat?"

"Fucked." He held up the bright red S.O.S bag with a drained smile. "Found this though!" She had rose to her feet and padded over to him, her bare feet living footprints in her wake. Her mind hadn't registered the watery fate of the flip-flops she had set off wearing.

"Thank god!" Her frown relaxed in similar relief and her attention turn inland. "Lets see if we can kick in the door of that old hut." She looked up the beach at the familiar, run down beach house they would regularly snoop around. "Maybe start a fire and dry off... has the bag got any matches in it?".

"A lighter I think." They headed up the beach towards the rickety wooden structure.

Jim thought they were both lucky neither got hurt, and didn't have to worry about injuries. The hut was not that far, and as they walked towards it he tested a lighter he'd pulled from the bag. Satisfied that it worked he returned it and trudged on.

The hut didn't look like much but it would provide some shelter from the cold night that was soon to set in, despite the weather both of them were quite warm, even though they were both wet.

"Doesn't look like much does it." He said walking to the door and pushed with his hand. To his surprise it opened and they both got in, he saw a bunk bed and some pots and noticed the floor was actually dry. He turned his head towards the ceiling but didn't see any holes.

"At least it's dry inside." He said. "What d'you think Sam? Should we gather some wood and start a fire? Someone might see it maybe we could get rescued."

Sam was grateful that the hut didn't leak but didn't expect there to be any dry, burnable wood on the beach. She looked out from one of the dirty, cobwebbed windows and watched the rain lash against it's exterior. The waves were swelling at the shore. The hut was obviously abandoned and in the three years the two of them hand be visiting this cove they hadn't encountered another soul this side of the village. The air outside was muggy and humid beneath the rain but in the hut it was cooler and stale smelling. Sam shivered a little and crossed her arms against her wet chest. Her blonde hair clung to her neck and shoulders in one large mass.

"We'll have to get the fire going in here, we can leave the door open for the smoke and hack up that old chair for dry wood." She gestured at a rotting chair near a dusty desk. "I'm pretty sure there's a flare in the bag but it's cheap so I don't want to risk it fucking up in the rain."

"Yeah, io be on the safe side I think we better keep the flare for the time being just in case we need it later." He said. She moved away from the window and closer to Jim perhaps to get a little warmth from him Jim thought.

"We could spend the night here and swim back in the morning if the weather has cleared up by then..." Jim raised his eyebrows at the thought of swimming five miles back to the village. "Come on Jim! We did it last summer remember! Granted it was warmer and it took a while but if we could do it then we can do it now!" Jim just shook his head. No. There was no way he was going to swim that distance again. He wasn't going to swim five miles, once was enough. She would attempt to persuade him in the morning.

The sun was setting and the temperature was dropping fast so the pair got to work with dismantling the furniture and constructing a fire. The activity wasn't new to them as Sam's uncle, Jim's dad, had given them survival tips and tricks from a young age. Before long they had a healthy fire a few feet from the doorway of the hut. They sat together warming their limbs yet Sam still shivered, the bahis firmaları wet shirt clinging to her chest and causing goose bumps to plague her body. Jim looked at Sam and saw that she was shivering, and was about to tell her to take the shirt off, but then she might have taken it the wrong away. She beat him to the punch in any case.

"I'm gonna take my shirt off, ok?" Sam pulled her arms in through her sleeves. "It needs to dry out." She hung it over the open door, which had a consistent pillar of warm smoke passing over it.

"I was going to tell you to take off, but didn't want to give you the wrong impression. I figured you would eventually, it's why you were shivering." When Sam took her shirt off he tried no to look but couldn't help himself. She hung the shirt over the open door and he could see her firm breasts and her hard nipples trying to push through the thin material of her bra. His cousin wasn't just very pretty she was also very well built.

"Yuck!" She exclaimed as she resumed her position next to him, her nipples standing erect through the lace of her light blue bra. "I'll stink of smoke tomorrow." But she was already a lot more comfortable and lent back on her elbows, stretching her legs out to warm her toes.

"Maybe if you hang it away from the door it may dry by morning and it won't stink." He told her.

"I don't plan on sleeping shirtless you know! I was gonna put it back on in a couple of hours once the fire died." She shot Jim a puzzled glance. How could he expect her to spend the night in just her bra?

"I didn't say anything, I just said you were shivering." They sat in extended silence for a while, Jim staring into the fire and Sam wondering what was ticking over in his head. She decided to interrupt his meditations.

"Aren't you cold in that wet shirt? I was frigid. Plus, it seems a little rape-y me sat here shirtless in an abandoned hut on a deserted cove with my backwater cousin." She grinned.

"Thanks" he replied back. "It's not as if I wanted to be here in this lousy weather.

As matter of fact, no I am not cold. I mean I'm a lot warmer than you are..." He told her as she sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest, hiding her breasts from him. He responded to her joke by removing his shirt semi-reluctantly.

Jim rose to put his shirt on top of the door. "No!" Sam nagged. "If you lay yours over mine, mine wont dry properly. Put it somewhere else!" Jim glanced about sheepishly then laid his shirt on the dusty desk. He thought it would keep the smell of smoke from hers but he didn't tell her that. He slumped to the floor beside her. "It'll be dry by tomorrow" She smiled coyly. He would believe that when tomorrow came and it was dry.

They were closer now. Sam opened up again and sat cross-legged, side on to the fire, facing Jim. "God... if Kalem saw us like this he'd go mental. He can get real jealous." Kalem supposedly was her boyfriend and Jim had no use for that guy, in his book he was an S.O.B. Suddenly, Sam shouted out in surprise and alarm. Jim almost jumped into the fire as she began frantically pawing at the tight pockets of her denim shorts. "My phone!" She retrieved a sodden iPhone from her pocket, water trickling from the seam around the screen.

They both stared in discomfort for a short moment. "Bet me $50 it still works?" Sam managed to force through her anger and deep annoyance. Jim already knew it was soaked with water and it thought it was no use, it was cooked by now.

"I Bet $50 it won't." he replied back. she pressed the home button. The screen stayed black. They both paused and Sam looked at Jim, who was looking at her, then she hurled the phone through the flames and out the open door into the sand and rain.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed and seemed to fall back under the force of the curse. "Kalem will be wondering what happened..." She stared at the mouldy ceiling.

"Don't worry about Kalem, he'll do fine. Worry about yourself. If it gets cold during the night, you'll freeze your ass."

"My ass is pretty resilient. You'd be surprised." She winked at him playfully and sat back up.

"That remains to be see when night falls." He relied back to her.

"Speaking of. My ass I mean." She rose to her feet and began to exit the hut. "I need to pee." She walked into the rain. He smiled but didn't say anything. His thoughts were a little upside down and he couldn't wipe the image of her beautiful breasts from it. He also had to keep his crotch hidden from her. He always liked her more than any other girl but her being who she was he couldn't very well ask her for a date. When she met that idiot Kalem she was lost to him even though she was already lost to him by being his cousin. Now here they both were alone and stranded. No warm clothes, no food and the storm still raging outside. He had no idea what would happen if they were not rescued in the next day or two.

Sam ventured round the back of the hut, away from the shore. With her face upturned to the cool spray of the rain she removed her denim shorts and panties all together and kaçak iddaa squatted in the sand. Sam's teen figure naked on the beach letting forth a torrent of warm wee, the stem from which warmed her in a kinda gross way, was a sight to behold. She glanced back at the hut and noticed a grimy window on the wall facing her. She flinched a little but realised she was so deep into her exposure that their was nothing she could do to regain her modesty, so she embraced it.

She closed her eyes and turned her face skyward again. The lashing rain was oddly soothing on her bare skin and she felt calm and free, however her sodden bra bugged her. It was cold and damp and taking on more water from the falling rain. She unclipped it and dropped it in the pile of her other clothes. She stayed squatting for a moment after she'd finished. The cold rainwater slowly seeping down her thighs irritated her back to reality and she squeezed back into her panties and shorts with much distain. The feel of the saturated denim on her skin was like slime and sand found its way up into her panties. She took several steps towards the hut and with each one the sandy material chafed her pale skin with the upmost annoyance. Sam couldn't bare it. She removed the sandy garments from her body and marched back to the hut.

Jim turned his head when he heard the soft trudging of Sam coming back. Standing to the side of the entrance, she flung the shorts and underwear into the corner. Her head poked round the side of the doorframe and was greeted by a perplexed Jim sat by the fire where she had left him.

"I got my clothes all sandy and now I can't wear them." She told him through the slightly open door. The event seemed a little more absurd after she said it out loud. 'What the hell was she doing getting sand into her shorts and panties?!' He thought to himself.

"Could you lend me your shorts or pants or something?" Jim thought about it. Sam shifted her feet in the sand and grit scratched against the sensitive skin between her buttcheeks. She ran her hand down the crack and winced.

"But first I'll have to wash the sand out of my ass. Wait here." She said while he was thinking. She was a little embarrassed and rushed off towards the sea. He stood up to take his pants off, then his shorts. Putting his pants back on, he walked to the door and waited till she came back.

Sam rushed down the beach towards the rolling waves. She waded into thigh high depth and squatted in the icy water. The 'cold' she felt before in the hut was a tropic paradise compared to what she felt now. Her nipples could cut glass if they stretched out any further. The waves collapsed around her chest and a salt-water taste that had begun to fade in her mouth was refreshed. Her hands worked quickly underwater, wiping sand from her ass and between the folds of her chilly pussy. The soft sand beneath swallowed her feet up to the ankle.

Once she was confidant she was clean, Sam stood up and sprinted out of the sea. The sun had sunk considerably since their shipwreck and the rain pelted her goose-bump riddled body harder than ever. She plodded up the beach, arms crossed tightly against the lashing rain and sopping wet hair clinging to her back. Shivering, she approached the amber glow of the fire through the open door of the hut.

All self-consciousness had escaped her. She walked naked into the hut and stood close to the flames, Jim opposite her. Jim was shocked when Sam walked in naked as the day she was born, giving him a hell of a hard on. He couldn't take his eyes off her saved pussy and her great looking breasts with huge hard nipples. She didn't seem to care that she was naked, or she was teasing him or whatever. He didn't know what to do say at that moment, only that he couldn't move with his hard on.

Droplets of salty water caught the orange light of the fire as they descended over the mound of her shaved vagina. Sam's exposed front glowed with the reflected firelight against the bitter, blue backdrop out the open door behind her. Her eyes were wide and staring into the fire as if she was absorbing heat optically. Sam just stood there in front of him across the fire for a long time, and that didn't help his hard on one little bit, if anything he was getting even harder. She looked his way and finally decided to talk. Her thin lips parted and she stuttered as her jaw trembled.

"Fuckkkk! I'm cccold!" Her eyes snapped from the flames to the white shorts in Jim's hands. "Ccchuck me your shorts, quick!" Jim obliged and she caught them over the fire, holding them above it to allow her hands to thaw for a split second. She slipped into them and the parting of her legs gave Jim a view of the stormy beach between her thighs. She didn't even turn her back to him. She just lifted one leg, giving him a great view of her open pussy lips. Sam's arms extended over the fire again and she rubbed her hands together in the rising heat. Jim could still see her pussy as the shorts just didn't fit her right and he was not about to look away now.

Her awareness was re-established after she looked down at kaçak bahis the small, white shorts that failed to protect any modestly she retained. "Jesus Jim! You could'da lent me your pant's instead!" That didn't sit well with Jim. Years of sexual frustration was simmering within him and the emotion from that days events was enough to push him over the edge.

"I see. You want my pants now after standing there naked all this time. It never occurred to you to cover your pussy?! You just stood there in front of me so I could see how hot and sexy you look, just trying to giving me a hard on the whole time!"

Sam was completely taken aback by Jim's sudden change of mood. Her face flushed a deep red in embarrassment and anger. She crossed her arms tightly over her boobs to cover her nipples. It felt as if she shrank a little behind the fire as an unpleasant feeling of complete exposure lingered over her in the smoke billowing above. She couldn't hold Jim's scowling gaze for long and her eye's dropped to his crotch. It was obvious now that, being free from the confines of his shorts, he was pitching a sizeable tent with his pants. Her eye's dropped further to gaze into the heart of the fire, the flame mirroring the embarrassment that burned inside her and the sexual anger in Jim.

She thought of what Jim had told her, that she was teasing him with her body, consciously making him lust after his own cousin. She thought that her preoccupation with her own situation did cause her to act in a provocative way, it was a little selfish of her. However, it couldn't equate to Jim's selfishness in the circumstances. How could he of possibly look at her in a sexual way? She was in a relationship and off limits, why didn't guys ever realise this. In her mind, Situations like this justified Kalem's jealousy. Fuelled by a newfound self-righteous irritation she piped up.

"I wanted your pant's 'cus I'm fucking fffridgid Jim! I've just been back in the fucking sea!" She yelled over the fire but her body was still retracted and small. "You've been sat near the fire all this time nursing your boner, you fucking perv! You think I'm being selfish? You wanna see my pussy?" Jim was about to say he didn't to see her pussy, but she was faster. She gripped the waist of the shorts and ripped them down her damp legs. She was naked again but this time she spread her arms open wide, holding the shorts balled in one hand.

"Here you go then. Take a good look at your cousin! and have your fucking shorts back!" But in her rage she tossed them into the core of the fire where they burst into large flames instantaneously. The lively flames danced and casted shapes against the pale skin of Sam's shaved pussy, clean and dried from the fabric of the shorts. She stared at Jim with distain.

Jim realized afterwards that perhaps he over did it a bit. It was all true though, she had been doing it the whole time they've been in the hut, maybe unconsciously considering they were marooned in an island. To make matters worse they were both hungry and exhausted. Jim couldn't say anything. He felt guilty after shouting what he had at her.

He stood across the fire looking at her naked body getting a hard on once again. Now he had a choice, give her his pants and she would see his hard on in full glory, or he could keep them and feel like the perv she called him.

"Now look what you've done." he told her as he pulled his pants down and threw them at her. "I hope you're happy now." He told her and walked over to grab his shirt to wrap around his waist, but couldn't hide his hard on.

Sam stared for a moment with that feeling one gets after their opponent concedes unexpectedly. Jim's cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment and anger, his eyes on the fire and not on her. The pants hung limply from the hand she caught them in as she stared at his erect cock pointing proudly at the ceiling. His dick wasn't massive. It was by no means tiny, but not as large as Kalem's. Kalem probably had another half dick on top of what Jim was packing but he was considerably older than both of them. This was the sort of cock Sam should be familiar with, one that would fit her late teen vagina like a key in a lock, rather than something in its mid twenties that had loosened many cunts before it had stretched her velvet walls.

They were on a level playing field now. Any on-lookers would mistake the scene for a 'show me yours if I show you mine' situation enacted by young, curious cousins. The self-righteousness in Sam bled away until she was left with a meagre and irritating sense of pride she felt she had to uphold.

She dropped the pants on the floor, rejecting his peace offering. A flash of regret was in the stern look Sam gave Jim as she made for the dusty bunk in the corner. There was no bedding on either bunk but the bare mattresses showed no signs of mould or dampness. She shook and patted it hard, primarily to release some tension, then descended upon it once it seemed acceptably clean. She faced the dark wooden wall and watched her horizontal shadow dance against it. The fire was now the only light source in the absence of the sun. Sam shot a glance over her shoulder back at Jim at the edge of the fire. He sat brooding with his shirt around his waist. Turning back, she withdrew into herself.