Stranded [big sis Diamond Tiara x Anon]


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                                            >You wake up to coughing up copious amounts of saltwater, noting a weirdly painful throb in your chest.

                                            >"Anon, wake up."

                                            >Your eyes open to the sight of your sister's head blocking the Sun in front of you.

                                            "Diamond? What the hell happened? Did we get rescued?"

                                            >"No, you idiot. YOU got rescued." She points at herself, triumphantly. "By ME."

                                            >You look around you, noticing the stretch of beach is sandwiched between thick jungle and the vast ocean.

                                            "So... where are we?"

                                            >"What are you asking me for? I'm not the nerd here."

                                            >You've just about had enough of her shit.

                                            "Will you just walk me through what happened, please? I can't remember anything after the cruise ship..."

                                            >She sits down on the sand beside you, suddenly looking slightly remorseful.

                                            >"It got hit by a big wave, or something. You hit your head pretty bad."

                                            >That explained the soreness of your head, that you had just now noticed.

                                            "A-and then?"

                                            >"You fell overboard," She regains her smugness. "and I went after YOU instead of my backpack!"

                                            >"My laptop was in there, so you owe me a MILLION favors."

                                            "Okay, sure, thanks. What about mom and dad?"

                                            >You notice her looking away, apparently uncomfortable.

                                            >"They're... fine. I saw them escape."

                                            "What? How? They just left us?"

                                            >"NO! I mean... that's not how it happened..."

                                            >Seeing her unease, you decide to change the subject.

                                            "Whatever, first things first. How did we get here?"

                                            >"I... swam."

                                            "You just... swam? Dragging me along? That's... impressive, actually."

                                            >You could swear you saw a blush forming on her face.

                                            >"S-shut up. It wasn't far."

                                            >The way you woke up was starting to make sense now.

                                            "So, judging by this salty aftertaste in my mouth... I'm guessing you almost didn't make it."

                                            >No answer.

                                            "Diamond... was I... drowning?"

                                            >"NO!" There's no mistaking it now, that's a heavy blush. "Well... maybe a little."

                                            >She stands up, putting on an aura of very shaky confidence.

                                            >"I took responsibility, okay? I resuscitated you."


                                            >"Is this stupid beach never going to end?!" Your sister kicks a rock in frustration.

                                            >You decided to thread the beach, hoping to find some civilization.

                                            >You figure it's been an hour already, and the landscape hadn't changed at all.

                                            >Jungle to your right, endless ocean to your left.

                                            >She stops in her tracks. "Oh... son of a BITCH."

                                            "What? Oh... crap."

                                            >It's the marker. Some rocks you had stacked together to mark your starting point.

                                            >"Anon... w-what does this mean, exactly?"

                                            >You hesitate to answer, seeing the scared expression on her face.

                                            "Well... this is obviously an island... and not a very big one, since it only took an hour to walk around..."

                                            >"I know, I'm not THAT stupid. Does this mean we have to look..." she looks to the jungle, shivering at the sight. "...in there?"

                                            "That would be a waste of time. If this island had a town, it would definitely be coastal. Unless... the people here are..."

                                            >"Unless... they're..?" She moves closer, clearly scared. "...savages?"

                                            "Let's just stay by the beach, okay?"

                                            >You both sit down, tired from walking.

                                            >"What's the plan, then?"

                                            "Plan? What plan?"

                                            >"For the Summer Solstice festival, obviously."

                                            >She looks at like you just vomited on her shoes.

                                            >"No, TO ESCAPE, you idiot! I can't stay here forever, I feel disgusting already."

                                            "Forever? Come on, you said yourself that the ship wasn't far from here."

                                            >"Well... I did say that, but..."

                                            "But what? There were a hundred people on board, someone will come looking. What's the rush?"

                                            >She brushes her hair back indignantly.

                                            >"It's just... I'm way too pretty for my head to end up as some savage's house decoration, okay?"

                                            "Diamond... are you serious? Is THAT your concern?"

                                            >"Shut up! I don't deserve this shit!"

                                            >She's on the verge of breaking down.

                                            "S-sorry... look."

                                            >You pick up a stick, putting on a show of confidence.

                                            "They'll have to get through me, first!"

                                            >Your sister breaks a couple of seconds of silence with a giggle.

                                            >"You're such a fucking dork, Anon, but... thanks."


                                            >"A-anon... is this really necessary?"

                                            "Yes. We need firewood. And shelter. Just pick up any sticks you can find."

                                            >"F-fine. Let's just hurry this uAAAHHHH-"

                                            >She literally jumps on your back and holds on for dear life, almost causing you to lose balance.

                                            >"Snake! Please, make it go away!"

                                            >The only thing here making you uncomfortable is her chest pressing against your back.

                                            "It's already gone. Are you going to get off, or do you want a piggyback ride to the beach?"

                                            >"You... don't mind, right?"

                                            >Awkward silence.

                                            >"What, you're not going to say I'm too HEAVY, are you?"

                                            "F-fine, just hold these."

                                            >Having had enough, you walk back, with your shivering sister on your back.

                                            >Usually you wouldn't let her use you like this, but this was rare in that it didn't seem malicious.

                                            >Besides, it felt oddly satisfying to have someone depend on you like this, especially her.

                                            >Your prissy, perpetually annoying, slightly older sister, now desperately trying to save face in a situation she didn't have the first clue how to deal with.

                                            >You reach the beach and she hops off.

                                            >You spend a couple of hours making a very rudimentary stick house, with palm tree leaves as a roof.

                                            >"Well done, Anon. Eeyore would be proud."

                                            "Yeah, very funny, Diamond. Why don't you help me out instead of just complaining?"

                                            >"And why don't YOU use your nerd skills to make something useful... like a... a raft, or something."

                                            "To sail where? I don't see any other islands around here."

                                            >A thought hits you. You saw MULTIPLE islands on the boat, just before the wave hit.

                                            >"I dunno, the next continent? You can do that star navigation shit, right?"

                                            >Come to think of it, if the island was so close that even your frail sister could swim there carrying you, wouldn't plenty of other passengers have managed it, too?

                                            >You hear the sound of fingers snapping.

                                            >"Earth to Anon, are you listening? Are you even awake?"

                                            >You give her a demanding look, causing her to recoil.

                                            "Diamond... did you lie about how we got here?"


                                            >"L-lied? You're accusing ME of LYING?"

                                            >There it is; overly defensive attitude when caught misbehaving. Every single time.

                                            "Diamond... I can take most of your shit, seriously. But if you don't tell me what really happened, I swear..."

                                            >"Okay, Anon, stop." She sits back against the palm tree next to your stick house, hugging her knees.

                                            >"I'll tell you. Just... promise you won't hate me..?" You sit down perpendicular to her.

                                            "That... goes without saying."

                                            >"Okay..." She sighs. "You remember the four of us eating on the deck, right?"

                                            >You nod.

                                            >"I actually saw the wave coming.... a couple of seconds before it hit. I didn't think it would do THAT, but..."

                                            >"I just... sort of braced myself without saying anything." She's tearing up at this point.

                                            >"So, the ship f-flipped in an instant, and you three all fell down, while I held on to the table."

                                            "And... mom and dad?"

                                            >"They fell into the ocean. I have no idea what happened to them."

                                            >That bit of news sends cold shivers down your spine, but you let her continue.

                                            >"You f-fell straight on the safety rail, and got sort of... lodged to it."

                                            >She's full on sobbing now, so you move against her side.

                                            >"It was chaos, okay..? I was going to slide down towards you... but... I just... couldn't move..."

                                            >She takes a deep breath. "Then the ship got hit by another wave... and you fell into the water..."

                                            >"It was just a f-fucking miraculous coincidence that I lost my grasp on the table and got launched straight into you..."

                                            >"I'm n-not sure what happened after that. We were underwater for half a minute, I only barely managed to hold onto you..."

                                            >"Next thing I know, I break the surface next to some floating... box... thing."

                                            "A 'floating box thing'?"

                                            >"I don't know, okay? It just had these ropes around it, so I tied us up, and just waited..."

                                            "For what?"

                                            >"Just... anything. We were floating there for hours, until finally this island got close..."


                                            >"I just figured, since you weren't awake yet... this might be our last chance."

                                            >"So, I untied us and started swimming, but it was f-further than it looked..." She's sobbing again.

                                            "Diamond..."

                                            >"It was... so close... I almost didn't... so incredibly close..."

                                            >Tears are flowing like crazy, you've never seen her like this.

                                            >"I... actually g-gave up, b-but then we sank to the bottom together... and I..."

                                            >You wrap your arm around her, tearing up yourself.

                                            >"I... I just... kicked us back to the surface, swam like crazy, and we were here w-within a minute, and... I p-panicked... CPR... and..."

                                            "Diamond, s-stop."

                                            >You pull her closer and she starts sobbing into your shoulder, you feeling like utter garbage for being unconscious for so long.

                                            >"I'm sorry, Anon... please... please forgive me. I didn't mean... any of-"

                                            >You squeeze her tighter, barely able to speak through your own tears.

                                            "Don't be. You're... really more amazing than I thought."

                                            >Your sister looks up at you, surprised. "What? But... this was all because..."

                                            "None of that was your fault. You saved my life, what, three different times?"

                                            >Seeing her bumbling around incoherently, you maintain your reassuring smile until she gets the message, burying her face back into your shoulder.

                                            >After a couple of minutes in this position, you note your fatigue and the setting Sun.

                                            "It's getting chilly, I should start a fire."

                                            >"Screw the fire." She maintains her hold on you. "I like this better."

                                            "Heh... have it your way, then."

                                            >To her surprise, you stand up with her still clinging to you, heading for the shelter.

                                            >You lay down on the leaves about ready to fall asleep, feeling comfortable despite the rather hard surface.

                                            "I just hope we won't freeze to death tonight."

                                            >"I'm not worried," she replies, yawning.

                                            "Crazy day, huh?"

                                            >"Yeah... I've been a pretty shit sister, haven't I? For what it's worth... I don't hate you, Anon."

                                            >You chuckle.

                                            "Sure... I don't hate you, too."


                                            >"Anon, I'm starving."

                                            "Yeah, I bet."

                                            >"And thirsty."

                                            "Yeah... me too."

                                            >"And INFERNALLY hot." She looks down at you.

                                            >"What are you even doing?"

                                            "What does it look like?"

                                            >You're sitting on the ground, trying to light up some dead leaves with a stick and the classic friction method.

                                            >"Seriously, Anon? A fire? In this heat?"

                                            "Yes, Diamond. a fire. We're going to need it, and I've never actually started one."

                                            >"Ugh, whatever." She kicks at some sand, accentuating her frustration.

                                            >"I've had enough of these sweaty..." She starts tearing off her pants.

                                            >"...disgusting..." And now her shirt, leaving just her underwear.

                                            >"...filthy..." She unhooks her bra and throws it into the sand.

                                            >She turns and your eyes meet. "What?"

                                            >Oh fuck, you were staring.

                                            "N-nothing!"

                                            >You take off your own shirt.

                                            "Just figured you had a point... it IS pretty hot..."

                                            >"...well?"

                                            >You pause.

                                            "'Well' what?"

                                            >"You've been working your stick in this heat for the last twenty minutes, so why are you still wearing those pants?"

                                            "Because they're... uh... breezy."

                                            >"Bullshit. Come on, I can't have you getting a heat stroke."

                                            >She bends over and looks straight into your face with that scrutinizing look on her face.

                                            >If you were sweating before, you're steaming now.

                                            >"You're not HIDING anything, are you?"

                                            >You increase the pace of your stick-spinning, trying to look busy.

                                            "F-fuck off, Diamond, what could I possibly be hiding in my pants?"

                                            >"No idea, why don't you tell me?"

                                            >Trying as hard as you can to focus on anything BUT her glaring eyes, you again increase your work-rate.

                                            >"Take them off."

                                            >You hear a spark, and notice a tiny, orange flame below you.

                                            "I... I did it!"

                                            >You carry the flame over to the fireplace, lighting up the wood and dry leaves in it.

                                            "See?"

                                            >You triumphantly turn and look at your sister.

                                            "How's THAT for... uhh... Diamond?"

                                            >She looks shocked, and not at the fire.

                                            >You realize that you, in your enthusiasm, forgot to cover your pants tent.

                                            "Wait, uhh... I can explain."


                                            >"Ohh, I get it..."

                                            >She stretches her arms into the air, looking straight back at you.

                                            >"That sure is a hell of a secret, Anon."

                                            >You know that tone. You usually hear it just before she blackmails some poor kid.

                                            >In this case, that poor kid is you.

                                            "Let's just get this over with, okay?"

                                            >"You know, if you wanted to flatter me, you could've just said something nice..."

                                            >She sneaks up behind you and throws her arms over your shoulders.

                                            >"...I DID say you owed me a MILLION favors, so... let's start with that."

                                            "With... what?"

                                            >She walks you into the shade below the nearest palm tree and sits you down.

                                            >"Flatter me. Drop the snark and the sarcasm and say something nice."

                                            >Emotional manipulation at it's finest.

                                            >"That's an order."

                                            >That devious look on her face is telling you she just wants to see you squirm.

                                            "I..."

                                            >Fuck it, it's not like this could get any worse. If she wants this, she better be prepared for it to backfire.

                                            >You don your best deadpan expression and prepare your nerves for a quick and concise delivery.

                                            "I like your tits."

                                            >You could see the moment she registered that comment on her face.

                                            >"You... you..."

                                            >She moves to cover her nipples with her arms, but decides against it at the last moment.

                                            >"Heh... think you can shock me with some perv comments?"

                                            >That red tint on her face was telling you you could.

                                            "You know what they say; don't ask for what you can't take."

                                            >"Hey, don't tell me what I can't take! I can take anything! Including..."

                                            >She points at your pants. "...these. Off."

                                            "Uhh... is that an order?"

                                            >She glares at you, arms crossed.

                                            "F-fine."

                                            >"And the rest... I want to see it."

                                            >You comply silently, sitting down on your knees with your full mast on display.

                                            >She just stares at it for a couple of seconds, looking mildly curious.

                                            "Are you done yet?"

                                            >"No. You're the one who made this perverted, so..."

                                            >That smirk is stressing you out more than a little.

                                            >"How many times have you jacked that thing off, thinking about me?"


                                            >"EXCUSE ME?!"

                                            "Diamond, my ears..."

                                            >"NEVER?! How could it be NOT EVEN ONCE?" She's still yelling in your face.

                                            >"Have you just been MESSING with me this whole time?"

                                            "No, come on. Don't take this like that..."

                                            >"Well, how the FUCK am I supposed to take this?"

                                            "Just... sit down and listen, okay?"

                                            >She does, with a thud. "This better have a good explanation, then."

                                            >You had no idea she would react like that, but in hindsight, it makes sense.

                                            >Now you're practically being forced to explain your masturbation habits. Curse your naivety.

                                            "Okay, uhh... you know how, uhh... sometimes you-"

                                            >"Stop stammering and get to the fucking point, Anon."

                                            >You sigh. No analogies necessary, then, this could all be said in a single breath.

                                            "I like my p-porn divorced from reality, okay?"

                                            >That gets you a raised eyebrow.

                                            "Look... it just always felt like I would be stepping over some line if I used you as... that."

                                            >Her expression now neutral instead of angry, she only seems curious. "Continue."

                                            "I just thought, you know... if I kept pushing it... I'd eventually get caught, or I'd do something stupid..."

                                            >"Wait..."

                                            >You silence her with a raised hand, intending to finish your monologue.

                                            "...and I'd end up ruining our relationship."

                                            >She's looking away. You're not sure how to read that expression, but she doesn't seem mad anymore.

                                            >"You idiot. I wouldn't react like that..."

                                            >She stands up and sits down next to you. Still with that emotionless expression, but you swear you can detect a slight blush.

                                            >She rests her head on your shoulder.

                                            >"S-sorry... I went too far with this..."

                                            "It's fine..."

                                            >"Just so you know... I wasn't going to tell anyone, if we ever get off this island..."

                                            "That's uhh... good to know."

                                            >You decide to not mention the obvious possibility that she might still have held this over your head for years.

                                            >In its own unique way, this apology was still sincere.

                                            >"So... what if, uhh..." She shifts her sitting position.

                                            >"Would it... would it count... if I did it?"


                                            "Would it count if... wait, you... what?"

                                            >"I'm just asking; would it still feel weird, even if you tried after all this?"

                                            >You have to actually think about it.

                                            "Well... sort of..."

                                            >She sits up and pushes your back into the palm tree you're sitting against.

                                            >"Heh, such a prude. I'll do it, then."

                                            >Having retreated to half-mast, it went straight back into full hardness upon hearing those words.

                                            >Or rather, that's what you THOUGHT was full hardness.

                                            >Flinching as her soft, warm hand grabs hold of your shaft, your erection reaches previously unknown levels of solidity.

                                            >"So, do you just..." She pulls down and back up, twice in succession, "...like that?"

                                            "Ye-yes."

                                            >Without letting go, she sits back down beside you and hugs your arm with her loose hand.

                                            >She picks up the pace, eliciting a surprised gasp. "This feels kinda weird..."

                                            >"How about you? Warn me before you fini-"

                                            "RIGHT NOW."

                                            >She stops.

                                            "If... if you don't slow down..."

                                            >She starts pumping again, slowly. "Seriously? Already?"

                                            >"It takes me like FIVE MINUTES whenever I- shit."

                                            >She's blushing furiously.

                                            >"You... you didn't hear me say that, okay?"

                                            "S-sure..."

                                            >Not bothering to mention the hypocrisy in her unwillingness to share those details, you just focus on her hand movements.

                                            >A very long minute passes.

                                            >You're breathing faster and it's getting harder to avoid squirming, which she must have noticed by now.

                                            >Your back arches in surprise as she goes full throttle, quickly slowing back down.

                                            >"Heh... this is kinda fun..."

                                            "D-damn it..."

                                            >You notice her loose hand resting down on yours, and she suddenly stops.

                                            >"Do you love me?"

                                            "Wuh... what?"

                                            >"S-say it."

                                            >Instead of the devious grin you were expecting, she just looks embarrassed.

                                            "I... I love you..."

                                            >Her face lights up and she goes back to full speed.

                                            >Within five seconds, you blow your load with such force that a strand launches above your head and hits the trunk of the tree you're sitting against.

                                            >"Whoa... okay. NOW I get the rocket analogy."


                                            >Getting so worked up in this heat was a mistake.

                                            >Whereas the hunger wasn't so bad yet, the thirst was really getting to you

                                            >You were threading the beach, looking through the trees for something edible, dragging your sister along.

                                            >"Do couples always stay in the same room? Because I kinda wanna keep mine when we get back home."

                                            "That's fine, Diamond..."

                                            >"How is this even gonna work if we can't even make this Facebook-official?"

                                            >"Because, as I'm sure you can tell, I get hit on ALL the time."

                                            "Yeah, I'm sure..."

                                            >"And Silver's going to keep trying to set me up with her SUPER lame cousin, what am I supposed to tell her?"

                                            "No idea, what did you tell her the first time..?"

                                            >"Not to mention mom and dad, how are we supposed to keep this from-"

                                            "Stop."

                                            >Realizing her mistake, she shuts up her rambling, looking guilty.

                                            "I, uhh... appreciate the thought, but we have bigger problems right now."

                                            >"Sorry... what are you looking for, anyways?"

                                            >Something red catches your eye, in a strange tree just inside the jungle perimeter.

                                            "That."

                                            >With some effort, you climb the tree, fetching two pieces of the exotic-looking fruit.

                                            "Here, eat this."

                                            >She shies away. "Ugh, Anon, what if it has bugs in it?"

                                            "Then enjoy the extra protein."

                                            >Her face scrunches up.

                                            >"You don't even know what this is, do you?"

                                            "It's food."

                                            >"Yeah, if we're LUCKY."

                                            >You sigh and break your piece in two, smelling the innards.

                                            "It smells fine. Pretty good, actually."

                                            >"I... I dunno about this, Anon... isn't this kinda risky?"

                                            "Diamond... in this heat... we don't have a choice."

                                            >Still apprehensive, she takes a small nibble and swallows.

                                            >"Well..." She still doesn't look convinced. "...not bad, but..."

                                            "What?"

                                            >"If I get sick here.... won't I just... you know..."

                                            >Throwing caution to the wind, you chomp down on the fruit, swallowing a large chunk of it.

                                            >You throw your arm around her.

                                            "...die? If so... we'll die together."

                                            >Blush now fully present, she takes another bite.


                                            >You wake up to the Sun burning your face.

                                            >A week has passed, and the inferno hadn't let up a bit.

                                            >You had dug a hole in the sand and filled it with leaves, intending to capture rainwater.

                                            >Still uselessly dry, of course.

                                            "Diamond, wake up."

                                            >"F... five more minutes, mom..."

                                            >You can't blame her. The meager diet of only the fruit from that tree hadn't left you with much energy, either.

                                            >You yawn, nudging her shoulder.

                                            "Come on Diamond... we can't let the fire die."

                                            >She shifts towards you. "Ugh... all this work... never ends..."

                                            >You spend a couple of hours in the jungle, both walking back carrying a large bundle of sticks and some more fruit.

                                            >"Oh look, your house fell over."

                                            "Damn it... I swear I secured that thing before we left..."

                                            >A refreshing, tropical breeze flows over you.

                                            >"Huh... guess it blew over..."

                                            >That was the first time on this island that you'd actually felt some wind.

                                            "I... I have to check something."

                                            >You climb the palm tree behind you.

                                            >Reaching the top and looking over the jungle landscape, you see exactly what you were hoping for.

                                            "It's... rain."

                                            >"WHAT?"

                                            >You wave over to her, screaming in delight.

                                            "IT'S RAIN!"

                                            >A wall of angry-looking clouds were moving in your direction with frightening speed.

                                            >You climb down, barely keeping your composure.

                                            >"You're fucking with me, there's not a cloud in-"

                                            >*CRACK*

                                            >A yellow flash breaks through the top of the jungle cover, and the rain starts pouring down.

                                            >Noticing her instantly go from surprise to ecstatic joy, she shrieks and tackles you into a hug.

                                            >You both fall into the sand and lay on your backs beside each other.

                                            >Allowing the relentless downpour to fall into your mouth, you haven't felt this refreshed in your life.

                                            >Your sister grasps your hand. "Aren't you worried about the fire?"

                                            >You chuckle.

                                            "Fuck the fire."

                                            She rolls on top of you, her wet locks touching your face.

                                            >"No, Anon... not the fire..."

                                            >She dives her tongue into your mouth momentarily, leaving you speechless.

                                            >"Me."


                                            >Not allowing you to respond, your sister again mashes your lips together.

                                            >Having already removed her panties, she pulls down your shorts and sits up on you.

                                            >The rain is hitting your face so hard you can barely make out the figure towering over you, but you can feel her grinding on your shaft.

                                            "Out here, in this weather..? It's gotten pretty chilly..."

                                            >She lays back down on you, her head again shielding your face from the rain.

                                            >"I've always thought I look better with wet hair... and you'll keep me warm, won't you..?"

                                            >Again you open your mouth in response, only for her to go straight for another kiss.

                                            >You always knew she was aggressive, but this was getting insane.

                                            >She begins pushing your boner into her tunnel while maintaining full eye contact, and you immediately decide not to argue.

                                            >Resting her head on your forehead, you notice her dominant act cracking.

                                            >"Are you... waiting... for something...?"

                                            >You pull half-way out, jolting at the feeling.

                                            >"G-go faster. That's... an order..."

                                            >Never having liked taking orders from your sister, this was one you could make an exception for.

                                            >Still not liking her dictating everything, you grasp her ass with one hand and her back with the other, seamlessly flipping you over.

                                            >Now feeling the rain bombarding your back, you begin using your extra mobility.

                                            >"Ahh..."

                                            >Lifting yourself off her for a better thrusting position, she wraps her arms around you and pulls your upper body back on top of hers.

                                            >"Don't get off, you idiot... it'll get co-mmfff-"

                                            >Not able to resist her inviting mouth, you interrupt her tongue with your own, while also increasing the pace of your lower body rhythm.

                                            >Feeling her breathing into your mouth, you momentarily regret not being awake for her CPR efforts.

                                            >Almost forgetting yourself, you pull out at the last moment and shoot to your side.

                                            >You fall back on top of her, breathing heavily.

                                            >"Damn it, Anon..." She sounds out of breath, but you doubt she's had enough.

                                            >Why'd you pull out?"


                                            "...why? You're really asking that?"

                                            >You'd think the answer would be obvious, but apparently not.

                                            >"N-nevermind!" She quickly seems to realize what she just asked. "Forget I said anything..."

                                            >You pick your sister up and walk towards the dry spot below the palm tree behind you, laying her down on her back.

                                            >Spreading her legs, you see some surprise on her face, but no form of protest.

                                            "You're not finished yet, right?"

                                            >She shifts her eyes, seemingly trying to hide her anticipation. "Well... no..."

                                            "How long did you say it took you... five minutes?"

                                            >Ignoring her annoyed glare, you move down in front of your target.

                                            >Hands on her thighs, you take a long, experimental lick, earning you a yelp.

                                            "Let's see how quickly I can do this..."

                                            >You dive your tongue straight into her folds, moving it around ravenously.

                                            >"FFF-ahhhh... fuuuuck..."

                                            >Finding the nub you were looking for, you focus your efforts there, starting with slow circles.

                                            >"GAH~, Anon... f-faster... I... ungh... order..."

                                            >She's really not being shy about her moaning, much to your enjoyment.

                                            >Alternating quickly between short licks and suckling, you notice her grasping handfuls of sand.

                                            >"AAHHH~..."

                                            >Her hips now rocking upwards, you force them down and hold them in place.

                                            >Gradually increasing your pace, her breathing responds in kind.

                                            >"Fuh... don't sto-AH..."

                                            >Losing all coherency and control over her extremities, you don't let up, intending to prolong the sensation.

                                            >She rides out her bliss for a couple of seconds with an arched back, before falling down with a thud, prompting you to stop and lay down beside her.

                                            "So... did I beat your record..?"

                                            >A couple of seconds pass before she rolls on her side, facing you. "Easily."

                                            >She moves closer. Expecting another kiss, she instead licks the sides of your mouth clean of her juices, to your immense arousal.

                                            >Grasping your reborn erection, she gives you the sultriest look you've ever seen.

                                            >"It's still raining like crazy... ready for another round?"


                                            >The rain was finished, but your sister wasn't.

                                            >"Do it... inside."

                                            >Her pushing further against you, you almost fail to pull out, shooting your load right on her stomach.

                                            >You fall down in exhaustion, your energy spent.

                                            >You notice her pouting.

                                            >"Anon..."

                                            "I'm not cumming inside you, Diamond."

                                            >She avoids eye contact. "Hypocrite."

                                            "I'm a hypocrite? I'd love to hear you justify that."

                                            >"You're the one who said we should be taking risks..."

                                            "How in the f-..."

                                            >You have no words.

                                            "That's such an unbelievable twisting of my words that I don't even know where to start."

                                            >"Come on, Anon..." She scoots over and grasps your arm, putting on an overly cute face. "Just once..?"

                                            "N-no."

                                            >"I keep track of my cycle, okay? The risk is low right now..."

                                            >You stand up abruptly. Noticing the Sun peaking from behind the cloud cover, you grab your sharpened stick and trek into the ocean.

                                            "I'm going fishing."

                                            >Suddenly having all this drinking water, you could finally eat without worrying about your salt intake.

                                            >You spend an hour in the shallow water, it's all moving too fucking quickly.

                                            >Admitting defeat, you return to your fireplace.

                                            "What the... how...?"

                                            >"No luck? Did you at least have fun?"

                                            >She's relaxing on the ground, next to a big pile of fresh fish of all shapes and sizes.

                                            >You'd be glad if not for that massive shit-eating grin on her face.

                                            >"I found them in a pool on some rocks... the tides must have brought them."

                                            "Why? Why didn't you tell me..?"

                                            >Palm over your eyes, you release a massive sigh.

                                            "Nevermind... I'll just... start a fire."

                                            >She jumps on your back, hugging you from behind.

                                            >"Aww, don't be like that..." She traces her finger over your left bicep. "I just thought you'd get some nice muscles..."

                                            >She playfully blows into your ear, momentarily shattering your composure.

                                            >"We have some more free time, come on." She grabs your hand and leads you to the shelter.

                                            >"Come inside~"

                                            "Wait..."

                                            >What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?


                                            >You mark the tree with the 24th diagonal line, signifying the 120th day.

                                            >That's four months. Four months of constant bloody and sweaty work.

                                            >But strangely enough, you had never felt better.

                                            >Walking inside your hut, you see your sister wrapping some bamboo sticks and vines together.

                                            >"Check this out, Anon. It's a chair!"

                                            "Cool, can I sit on it?"

                                            >"NO!" She pulls it away, clearly too proud of her work to risk it. "It's a work in progress..."

                                            >You didn't have to be told twice, having already busted one of the hut's walls.

                                            "You know what day it is today?"

                                            >"Weren't you keeping track of that?"

                                            "Oh, I am... I was just wondering if you knew..."

                                            >"No idea. We need some more leaves, by the way, this bed still isn't comfortable enough."

                                            "What a coincidence, then, that I just found this."

                                            >You pull out a big, red flower from behind your back.

                                            >She looks speechless. "Is... is this..?"

                                            "Happy birthday, Diamond."

                                            >Face lighting up like a bulb, she places the flower in her hair.

                                            >"H-how do I look..?"

                                            "Beautiful."

                                            >She gives you kiss on the cheek and a quick hug.

                                            >"Thanks, Anon."

                                            >You look outside at the ocean, sun almost setting on the horizon.

                                            >"The sunset looks extra pretty, I should have known it was my birthday."

                                            "Yes, I'm sure those two things are related."

                                            >She giggles and jabs you in the ribs. "Shut up, you. Of course they are."

                                            >The sunset did look good, and the horizon was perfectly smooth.

                                            "Wait..."

                                            >You peer your eyes, seeing an irregularity.

                                            "THAT'S A SHIP!"

                                            >You run to the fireplace, knowing the embers could start the fire if you blew on them.

                                            >You feel a hand on your shoulder.

                                            >"Anon, wait..."

                                            >Seeing the solemn look on her face, you know exactly what she's thinking.

                                            >And you know she's right.

                                            >You sit down beside your sister, watching the ship grow smaller.

                                            >You watch the entirety of the sunset together, letting your decision sink in.

                                            >"D-does this mean you'll finish inside, now?"

                                            >You pull her closer.

                                            "Whenever you want, Diamond."


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