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“Dammit boy,” her father chided Rob, sounding disappointed in him even though he was by rights a man, as old as her. “You should treat your sister with more respect than that,” he said, sounding as if he was putting him in his place. “She’s family. And she’s all we’ve got here. What we’ve got with her isn’t about trading stuff for little sexual favours.”
Her brother seemed shamed into silence and Angel’s tight shoulders relaxed a little bit. The shame and rage still simmered beneath the surface, but at least her father was blaming Rob and not her. Well, so far. She still hated to see him tomorrow morning when they all woke up.
“Your sister’s queen of this here island,” he lectured his son. “And we’ll make her feel like it. Not like a whore, you hear me?” he admonished Rob, until he ultimately must have gotten a nod in return. “Good. We’ll go inside in a bit, so lemme tell you something…”
Their voices trailed off after that, and Angel couldn’t hear them anymore, but it was enough to allow her to relax back into her ‘bed’, stretching out like a cat. Tomorrow would be better. And she’d forgive herself for her childish mistakes. Especially now, since she had Rob’s shirt, and he wasn’t allowed to make her do that anymore.
The thought made her smile as sleep claimed her. She’d one-upped him. She was in control.
* * *
When she awoke not long after, it was with a strong pair of hands upon her. No, two pairs of hands.
Worse than that, her shirt, which she’d only recently won, was pulled up off her and a strong hand held over her mouth, silencing her.
“Shhh,” came a soothing sounding shush from her father over top of her. “It’s okay sweetie, daddy’s Angel,” he murmured to her softly. His body glowed orange, and she realized there was a torch set up in the cave, lighting up her brother and father in the dark. “Don’t panic,” he said, though her brother held her arms down, and her father knelt between her legs and held her mouth shut. “We just gotta talk about somethin’,” he explained, sounding as if she were a little girl again, in need of his simplified explanation of a complex idea.
She wanted to spit out that if they really wanted to talk, they wouldn’t be holding her mouth shut. But then, what would even be the purpose in that? Who else would she call out to, the birds?
Her blue eyes were still groggy and confused, but she hated being woken up and they both knew it. She narrowed her gaze at her father, bitter about the loss of her hard-won shirt. Her mind was still reeling from the sudden awakening. Was that what this was about? Taking the stupid shirt back since she wasn’t going to fulfill her promise?
Her father was so strong, but he held her gently and gave her a warm smile, “We’ve been here a while now. And there’s no rescue in sight. Your mother’s gone -- rest her soul -- and we need you to step up and take her place. Become the new head of the family.” Her father had a way of making everything he said sound so reasonable, so soothing. “It’s a big responsibility. But know that your brother and I are going to take care of you. Be there for you. More than before, even.”
And with that he slid his hand away but pressed his lips to hers softly before she had a chance to say a single word more. The tender kiss he gave her was so sweet, so loving. Yet so inappropriately lustful, too.
His blue eyes opened, glimmering in the torchlight, “You understand sweetie?”
But she didn’t. She really, really didn’t. Maybe it was just sleep still clogging her mind, or maybe it was just that what he was saying was so outlandish she didn’t want to believe, but she felt her brother and father’s hands on her body and shuddered at the implications that came to mind.
“Is this a dream?”
“In a way, yes,” her father assured her, caressing her cheek. “You’ve always liked the boys, haven’t you Angel?” His words came with a wry smile. “Well… now you get to have them all. No picking and choosing. No squabbling. You get to have all the men on the island to yourself, and we’ll pamper and love you. Worship and adore you.”
Her brother was less sure of himself, but he nodded. “Yeah, sis. I know it’s strange, but… I always did like you. A-and think you were pretty. I… I’d like to be your boyfriend. I mean… one of ‘em,” he offered pitifully with a sheepish laugh.
“Doesn’t that sound nice, Angel face?” her father said with a warm smile. “Two strapping men. All yours. Awful nice deal, isn't it?” he said, his free hand touching upon her thigh, stroking the bare skin, his thumb rubbing the soft, inner flesh lightly.
Angel’s head spun as she tried to pick apart the words, to understand what was happening, but it was so far from reality. Surely this had to be some unnatural dream, a weird product of what happened earlier.
She wriggled a bit beneath them, trying to free herself from their touches, their soft yet restraining caresses. “This isn’t right,” she murmured, looking around as if for some confirmation of her words.
Both of her father’s hands slid down her body, one brushing against her generous bust before they met at her shorts, undoing them and tugging them down over her legs.
“It’s the only way, sweetie,” he told her as he drew off the garment from her squirming, shapely legs before pressing them back down to either side of himself. “Two grown men can’t live with a beauty like you forever and not act on it. So we’re gonna do it right, and treat you like queen of this island. After tonight, all you survey is yours. All the men are your subjects,” he said before his strong hand touched over her bikini bottom, pressing to her cunny through the garment.
Her brother leaned in and kissed the side of her head, near her ear. “I’m sorry about earlier today, sis… I was just so… so desperate for you," he admitted in a breathy voice, "I didn’t mean to disrespect you.”
It had to be a dream. Rob had never been that nice to her, never before. Never had he apologized, and how had her father gotten her shorts off so smoothly? So easily? It was all happening in such a rapid, surreal manner, and she bit down on her lip to wake herself up.
That’s how someone wakes from a dream, right? Sharp pain?
So then why were their hands still on her? Why could she feel the heated breath invading her space, the hardened bodies pressing into her?
And most jarring of all, why was her pussy throbbing with such heat?
“This is wrong,” she repeated, but it was breathier. Less certain. More tempted.
Her father was looming over her, his hard, rugged body gleaming in the torchlight as he reached down beneath his hard abs and undid his shorts. She watched as that little blonde treasure trail led down to a tuft of pubic hair and then… his cock sprung out.
