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Being stranded on a desert island is a harrowing experience. Being stranded with people you love makes it easier. Being stranded with a person you hate is hell itself. A mix of the two…well it wasn’t great.
Such was the case for the four half brothers who were stuck with their sister. The brothers had grown up with a Rich but stern father who tossed aside each of his wives but kept the offspring to unload his own trauma onto. He had only found satisfaction once he married his daughter’s mother…though perhaps any abuse he would have inflicted on her was sent to her twin brother. Regardless, the brothers were treated coldly by their father while their sister Mr received all the love in the world and more.
This would has been bearable for the brothers if their sister had not just been as cruel as their father and seemed to take joy in ruining their attempts at happiness: Jake, her oldest brother, had a fiance. He no longer did after Kassie had leveraged her friends and followers to start a harassment campaign against her. George, her second oldest, she bullied so much he only spent the barest amount of time at home. Steven, who was physically imposing to the point of scaring their father she found ways to Weedle him until he closed himself off…and her twin Max? Well…the only time there had been peace between them was when they were in the womb and even then her mother remembered an ultrasound where it looked like she was punching him.
So when their plane went down after a trip to the Bahamas their father had made them take as a gift to Kassie, who had been her usual “lovely” self, including making them stay as her escorts while their dad went home, the brothers each had silently hoped that they would at least be away from their sister…no such luck. Nor did the boys find new camaraderie with their sister: to her they were still the help and she was not obliged to help at all: rather it was her duty to just play with the luggage that washed ashore, eat more than her share, and look good while her brothers did all the work.
About a week into being stranded, the brothers had started a conversation that had been carried out whenever their sister was out of earshot. At first it had been idle musing brought about by aimless libido but as she ignored chores, let signal fires go out, and threw tantrums like she was back on the mainland and not stranded 1000s of miles from civilization, the conversation became more frequent and louder. It was a simple one: if the brothers were working their butts off to make things livable, then their sister needed to do something…ANYTHING, to make life on the island a bit more enjoyable.
But what could she do? Jake was the peacemaker and the calmest of the four, George was the most fun loving and could keep spirits up, Steven wasn’t the most social but if they had a problem he could come up with something to solve it, and Max was their little homemaker: he could cook, clean, and, once he knew they wouldn’t bully him, he was very affectionate with each of them…but their sister was none of those things. While they were making sure everyone survived in comfort, she just complained or treated things like a tropical vacation with them as her cabana boys.
“About the only thing she adds is something pretty to look at.” George had said idly one day after she had destroyed her fishing rod after she had failed to catch something. The comment had been made out of frustration but it had led the other men to start letting their eyes wander over the young woman. Like them, the sun had good to her, and while she had been lazier than the boys, island living had firmed up parts of her physique and the warmth and belief that her brothers would never try anything had left her showing off her sun kissed beauty in whatever swimsuit or flimsy outfit had been gathered from the luggage.
And at first, they had still only looked and appreciated that beauty as an objective fact: yes, if they weren’t her brothers she’d be considered quite attractive. Then it became: yes, she’s beautiful but that personality of hers and the fact she’s our sister makes any thought of finding her attractive an impossibility. Then it became, “I wish my annoying ass sister wasn’t so attractive.” Then “I wish this annoying woman wasn’t so attractive.” Then finally, “I’d like to see her complain with her lips wrapped around my cock.”
So the brothers, all aware of the unnatural lust that was filling them more and more each day, made a pact: if they hadn’t been rescued in a month AND if their sister hadn’t started treating them nicer AND if she hadn’t started actively helping them…they would find a role for her that would let them satisfy their lusts and hopefully shut her up for a bit.
So as the 30th day hit and no rescue was in sight, the brothers initiated their plan. Jake, a gorgeous young man of 25 with sandy brown hair that she had let grow to shoulder length and a well tanned body that now clung to his athletic 6’3 frame as he walked to their improvised dining room in a black Speedo that clung tightly to his crotch.
“No sign of anything today. Our pig pen idea seems to be working though.” He said as he referenced the impromptu boar enclosure where they had managed to trap a few boars, “are you sure about this? We all have to be in on it and you are her twin.”
The younger man, Max, didn’t answer for a while. He instead finished setting the table. One would think living on a desert island would make things like three course meals impossible but Max knew cooking and foraging and had prepped a feast that even a Michelin star chef wouldn’t frown at. A variety of fish, fruit, and even a glaze was on each of the four plates. Normally there would be five setting but today was about letting their sister know the new status quo. When he finished setting the table, he finally rose to his 5’11 height.
Max had done less physically intensive work while on the island but he was still fit. His tanned skin didn’t reveal a six pack but he was soft in an almost effeminate way. He kept his hair parted to the side (he was also the island’s hair stylist). As he looked up at Jake, he dusted the sand off of his thick ass which was clad in a hair of red trunks.
“I’m in. Just cause she’s my twin doesn’t mean I’ll give her special treatment. Besides, maybe this will be a wake up call for her.” Max said with more bitterness than his soft voice would normally carry. Max had it the worst of the brothers: he was born to the same union that had birthed Kassie but his mom and father saw him as the unfortunate cost of getting Kassie. The older brothers at least had friends their own age but Kassie had consumed or scared off all of his potential friends. The fact he tended toward more traditionally feminine hobbies also meant he got the worst of their father’s treatment. However, he had been the biggest hold out on the plan.
“Exactly!” A new, jovial voice said, “she’s gonna learn she needs to be useful or we’re gonna make FULL USE of her!” The new 6’1 man with curly brown hair that went down his back and was tied up with a scrunchie came into the dining room. He turned Max around and hugged him, slapping his ass and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Max hugged him back, taking the jovial act in good stride.
George released his brother and then looked at Jake, “so fishing traps caught a lot, I made a new hammock, and I call dibs on Kassie’s ass!” He pointed to his make shift loin cloth which was being held up and out with his erection.
Jake just rolled his eyes, “no, we all agreed: we invite Kassie to dinner, she gets to pick whose lap she sits in and then we let her know the new status quo before we do anything too far.”
George groaned in an exaggerated manner, “fine…but a little groping and dry humping is okay, right? Cause I have not had my hands on a pair of boobs in months.”
Jake shrugged, “of course.”
George was a lethario. He had dealt with homelife by being out partying as much as possible. Every second spent in a woman’s bed was one he didn’t have to spend with his dad and his sister. He cared about his brothers but he barely held it together when he was around his sister or his dad.
“Personally I think we should just strip her…we’re the ones doing her laundry, don’t see why we should let her keep her clothes if she isn’t going to wash them.”
The brothers jumped back as they heard their second youngest brother, Steven, speak. Despite being 6’5 and being built like a linebacker, he always seemed to slip around unnoticed. It was part of the reason their dad had started to temper his outbursts: not so easy to bully someone who could bounce you off of a pavement. Not that it stopped Kassie at all. He ran a hand over his shaved head and then made his report.
“So I built a reflector and a solar oven. Also, I was able to get enough chargers and solar chargers to get our phones charged if you want some music or a movie. No reception of course” he said factually, not even reacting to their shock.
George chuckled, “I’ll get a playlist together: music to screw your bitch sister to!”
Steven slid off his trunks and let his cock out. He had let it tan along with his skin and it was semi-hard, not quite ready to stand erect but it hung down low.
“Jesus Steven!” Jake said
“What, we’re doing this, right?” He asked, confused.
“Yeah…but after some build up.” Jake said sighing as Steven reluctantly pulled his black trunks back up.
Max hugged his brothers and each of them hugged him back. They each looked at each other, their commitment to their plan evident in their eyes.
They broke off their hug and each of them took a seat at the wooden table they had made from drift wood. George tossed away the spare smooth rock Kassie used when she ate. The men took their seats and spread their laps.
Jake cleared his throat: “KASSIE!!! TIME FOR DINNER!!!”
Such was the case for the four half brothers who were stuck with their sister. The brothers had grown up with a Rich but stern father who tossed aside each of his wives but kept the offspring to unload his own trauma onto. He had only found satisfaction once he married his daughter’s mother…though perhaps any abuse he would have inflicted on her was sent to her twin brother. Regardless, the brothers were treated coldly by their father while their sister Mr received all the love in the world and more.
This would has been bearable for the brothers if their sister had not just been as cruel as their father and seemed to take joy in ruining their attempts at happiness: Jake, her oldest brother, had a fiance. He no longer did after Kassie had leveraged her friends and followers to start a harassment campaign against her. George, her second oldest, she bullied so much he only spent the barest amount of time at home. Steven, who was physically imposing to the point of scaring their father she found ways to Weedle him until he closed himself off…and her twin Max? Well…the only time there had been peace between them was when they were in the womb and even then her mother remembered an ultrasound where it looked like she was punching him.
So when their plane went down after a trip to the Bahamas their father had made them take as a gift to Kassie, who had been her usual “lovely” self, including making them stay as her escorts while their dad went home, the brothers each had silently hoped that they would at least be away from their sister…no such luck. Nor did the boys find new camaraderie with their sister: to her they were still the help and she was not obliged to help at all: rather it was her duty to just play with the luggage that washed ashore, eat more than her share, and look good while her brothers did all the work.
About a week into being stranded, the brothers had started a conversation that had been carried out whenever their sister was out of earshot. At first it had been idle musing brought about by aimless libido but as she ignored chores, let signal fires go out, and threw tantrums like she was back on the mainland and not stranded 1000s of miles from civilization, the conversation became more frequent and louder. It was a simple one: if the brothers were working their butts off to make things livable, then their sister needed to do something…ANYTHING, to make life on the island a bit more enjoyable.
But what could she do? Jake was the peacemaker and the calmest of the four, George was the most fun loving and could keep spirits up, Steven wasn’t the most social but if they had a problem he could come up with something to solve it, and Max was their little homemaker: he could cook, clean, and, once he knew they wouldn’t bully him, he was very affectionate with each of them…but their sister was none of those things. While they were making sure everyone survived in comfort, she just complained or treated things like a tropical vacation with them as her cabana boys.
“About the only thing she adds is something pretty to look at.” George had said idly one day after she had destroyed her fishing rod after she had failed to catch something. The comment had been made out of frustration but it had led the other men to start letting their eyes wander over the young woman. Like them, the sun had good to her, and while she had been lazier than the boys, island living had firmed up parts of her physique and the warmth and belief that her brothers would never try anything had left her showing off her sun kissed beauty in whatever swimsuit or flimsy outfit had been gathered from the luggage.
And at first, they had still only looked and appreciated that beauty as an objective fact: yes, if they weren’t her brothers she’d be considered quite attractive. Then it became: yes, she’s beautiful but that personality of hers and the fact she’s our sister makes any thought of finding her attractive an impossibility. Then it became, “I wish my annoying ass sister wasn’t so attractive.” Then “I wish this annoying woman wasn’t so attractive.” Then finally, “I’d like to see her complain with her lips wrapped around my cock.”
So the brothers, all aware of the unnatural lust that was filling them more and more each day, made a pact: if they hadn’t been rescued in a month AND if their sister hadn’t started treating them nicer AND if she hadn’t started actively helping them…they would find a role for her that would let them satisfy their lusts and hopefully shut her up for a bit.
So as the 30th day hit and no rescue was in sight, the brothers initiated their plan. Jake, a gorgeous young man of 25 with sandy brown hair that she had let grow to shoulder length and a well tanned body that now clung to his athletic 6’3 frame as he walked to their improvised dining room in a black Speedo that clung tightly to his crotch.
“No sign of anything today. Our pig pen idea seems to be working though.” He said as he referenced the impromptu boar enclosure where they had managed to trap a few boars, “are you sure about this? We all have to be in on it and you are her twin.”
The younger man, Max, didn’t answer for a while. He instead finished setting the table. One would think living on a desert island would make things like three course meals impossible but Max knew cooking and foraging and had prepped a feast that even a Michelin star chef wouldn’t frown at. A variety of fish, fruit, and even a glaze was on each of the four plates. Normally there would be five setting but today was about letting their sister know the new status quo. When he finished setting the table, he finally rose to his 5’11 height.
Max had done less physically intensive work while on the island but he was still fit. His tanned skin didn’t reveal a six pack but he was soft in an almost effeminate way. He kept his hair parted to the side (he was also the island’s hair stylist). As he looked up at Jake, he dusted the sand off of his thick ass which was clad in a hair of red trunks.
“I’m in. Just cause she’s my twin doesn’t mean I’ll give her special treatment. Besides, maybe this will be a wake up call for her.” Max said with more bitterness than his soft voice would normally carry. Max had it the worst of the brothers: he was born to the same union that had birthed Kassie but his mom and father saw him as the unfortunate cost of getting Kassie. The older brothers at least had friends their own age but Kassie had consumed or scared off all of his potential friends. The fact he tended toward more traditionally feminine hobbies also meant he got the worst of their father’s treatment. However, he had been the biggest hold out on the plan.
“Exactly!” A new, jovial voice said, “she’s gonna learn she needs to be useful or we’re gonna make FULL USE of her!” The new 6’1 man with curly brown hair that went down his back and was tied up with a scrunchie came into the dining room. He turned Max around and hugged him, slapping his ass and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Max hugged him back, taking the jovial act in good stride.
George released his brother and then looked at Jake, “so fishing traps caught a lot, I made a new hammock, and I call dibs on Kassie’s ass!” He pointed to his make shift loin cloth which was being held up and out with his erection.
Jake just rolled his eyes, “no, we all agreed: we invite Kassie to dinner, she gets to pick whose lap she sits in and then we let her know the new status quo before we do anything too far.”
George groaned in an exaggerated manner, “fine…but a little groping and dry humping is okay, right? Cause I have not had my hands on a pair of boobs in months.”
Jake shrugged, “of course.”
George was a lethario. He had dealt with homelife by being out partying as much as possible. Every second spent in a woman’s bed was one he didn’t have to spend with his dad and his sister. He cared about his brothers but he barely held it together when he was around his sister or his dad.
“Personally I think we should just strip her…we’re the ones doing her laundry, don’t see why we should let her keep her clothes if she isn’t going to wash them.”
The brothers jumped back as they heard their second youngest brother, Steven, speak. Despite being 6’5 and being built like a linebacker, he always seemed to slip around unnoticed. It was part of the reason their dad had started to temper his outbursts: not so easy to bully someone who could bounce you off of a pavement. Not that it stopped Kassie at all. He ran a hand over his shaved head and then made his report.
“So I built a reflector and a solar oven. Also, I was able to get enough chargers and solar chargers to get our phones charged if you want some music or a movie. No reception of course” he said factually, not even reacting to their shock.
George chuckled, “I’ll get a playlist together: music to screw your bitch sister to!”
Steven slid off his trunks and let his cock out. He had let it tan along with his skin and it was semi-hard, not quite ready to stand erect but it hung down low.
“Jesus Steven!” Jake said
“What, we’re doing this, right?” He asked, confused.
“Yeah…but after some build up.” Jake said sighing as Steven reluctantly pulled his black trunks back up.
Max hugged his brothers and each of them hugged him back. They each looked at each other, their commitment to their plan evident in their eyes.
They broke off their hug and each of them took a seat at the wooden table they had made from drift wood. George tossed away the spare smooth rock Kassie used when she ate. The men took their seats and spread their laps.
Jake cleared his throat: “KASSIE!!! TIME FOR DINNER!!!”
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