Guy Morrison, his wife Ann and their daughter Jill were all hurrying to catch a plane for the main land. It was a small plane that could only carry six people. Guy had chartered it to take them to Miami to enroll Jill in college there. A storm was forecast for the area and Guy wanted to get in front of it.
He was an engineer with a company that tracks the shuttle after it blasted off from Cape Kennedy. They were located on a small island south of Antique. They were a very close family. Mostly because there was very few other people on the island. They had spent the better part of the last four years on the island. The company gave him a couple of months off work each year to get away from the island. They all loved the island and the privacy that they enjoyed.
Her mother, who was a teacher before coming too the island, had home schooled Jill. Now she was about to enter her freshman year at the University of Miami. The family was going to help her get settled in.
Guy was 40 years old, about 180 pounds, and in perfect shape. Each day he, his wife and daughter worked out and jogged.
Ann was a petite blond beauty. She only stood about 5' 2" tall and weighed about a hundred and ten pounds. By working out each day she was hard and firm. Her breast still didn't sag and she looked more like 28 years old than her 38. She tanned very easy and in her bikini still turned the head of every man that saw her.
Jill was carbon copy of her mother. She was the joy of her father. In his eyes she could do no wrong. He would have been perfectly happy to keep her and her mother on the island forever. The two looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.
Jill had grown up on the island and didn't have any experience with young people her age. Her mother had several long talks with her about sex. She didn't hold back anything because she knew that once she was off the island that she was going to be wrapped up by boys vying for her attention. She had seen her father naked several times when her mother could arrange it without him knowing. He was the only male she was around to observe other that the black native boys that she wasn't allowed to associate with.
Guy loved his wife and he liked the way other men looked at her. He didn't like the way they had started looking at Jill.
For 18 years their sex life had been very good, not great but enjoyable. They still had sex several times a week. It would have been more but for Jill always being around.
Jill had seen them making love on several occasions. She wondered if her mother had arranged that also. She thought her mother was a very beautiful woman, and her father the best man on earth. Lately she had wondered what his cock would feel like in her small young cunt.
The pilot of the plane was Juan Lopes. He flew supplies to all the out islands several times a week. Every now and then he would fly passengers back to the main land. He was 30 years old and over 6'4" tall. He was one of the few black men on the islands that had a college education, though most people didn't know that.
The other passenger was his brother Carlos. He was 21 and heavier than his older brother was. He was going to the states to visit for a month or so.
They watched as the family hurried towards the plane. Both women had on shorts and halters, showing off their tanned legs and arms. With their long blond hair blowing in the breeze they sure looked good coming toward them.
Carlos punched Juan and said, "I'm really going to enjoy this trip."
Guy hurried them up to the plane and introduced them. "Lets get going as soon as possible so we can beat the storm."
Juan said, "You are early but get your stuff aboard and we will take off in a minute."
About an hour into the flight they hit a really bad thunderstorm that Juan wasn't expecting. He tried to climb up over it but didn't have any luck. He tried to move around it without any better luck. The little plane was really taking a beating. He tried to go down low and see if it was any better. Suddenly a bolt of lighting hit the plane. It knocked out all the electrical components including the radio. One engine caught fire and he had to shut it down. The other engine was coughing and sputtering and about to quit.
"I'm going to have to sit her down. Hold on!"
As the plane dropped under the clouds he saw a small island off to his right. I'm going to try to make it to that island. I see a small beach that I may be able to land on.
Lining up with the small beach he started in when the engine quit. "I have land this time. Hope for the best."
The plane's wheels touched down in the soft sand but before he could get it stopped the front wheel hit a rock, flipping it over on it's nose.
Luckily no one was hurt as they crawled out of the little plane. Looking over the damaged plane they knew it was beyond repair. The landing gear was gone and the propellers broken. Guy said, "Once the weather clears they will send out a search party."
Juan said, "They want know which way to look. You were in such a big hurry to leave that I never filed a flight plan."
Guy knew that there was know use arguing nothing could be done about that now. "Let's see what we can do about some shelter for now. We'll worry about how we will be rescued tomorrow."
The plane was well equipped for flying the islands. There were a couple of tarps that they could use for shelter. Plenty of food since Juan still had stops to make on his delivers. They worked together and by dark they had the tarps tied to the trees and limbs piled up to make a mattress to sleep on. Ann fixed dinner while they worked.