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I had an even funner time writing this. 6.5k words.
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The Johnsons were enjoying their seafaring trip; the sun cast its soothing sun-rays upon a sunbathing Amelia; while her twin brother Liam rested on the railing, gazing upon the cerulean sky with puffy white clouds peppering throughout. Whereas their father and mother helped themselves to a bit of 'alone time' inside, only going so far as making out and kissing each other's neck; all before Liam crashed their secret love affair to yell out, "Dad! There's a storm incoming!"
For a second, it didn't register in the patriarch's mind having been caught mid-session until it finally clicked. He ripped himself from his wife's wandering hands and ran out with his son. He was now facing up against the ashy clouds that swirled overhead. In the distance were booming thunder-strikes. Thomas blurted a curse directly towards the weatherman forecaster. "Fucking bastard!" he muttered aloud.
The next few moments were a blur. Amelia scrambled to her feet to carry her phone, towel, sunscreen, and water and bolted into the yacht where her mother was. Both women cowered and comforted each other as they watched the men scrambling to sail away from their impending doom. But it'd be no use--they'd watch in sheer terror as a gigantic wave carried them and crashed upon impact. No one knew what followed from being knocked unconscious.
Liam woke up before anyone else, cradling his throbbing head before realizing how lucky he was to be alive right now. He checked his person, counting his four limbs and no missing facial features. Everything was there, thank god. He breathed a sigh of relief and wobbled standing upright. The young man cowered from seeing the now calm, cerulean sky. He shook himself out of it, and carried on.
He looked all ways and found his sister's form lying a few feet away from him, still unconscious. He kicked the sand behind him rushing over and to his surprise see she was incredibly naked. He immediately looked away and blushed. It's not much of a surprise, though, seeing as how she was only wearing a bikini, and that wave was incredibly powerful.
Thinking on his feet, before he'd wake his sister up, he wanted to make sure she was properly covered. That's just what a decent person, and brother, would do. While he was out searching for a type of malleable leaf, his thoughts crudely went to his naked sister. Liam thought only thought of her as his bratty sister, always chastising him on stupid stuff like chewing with an open mouth or leaving the toilet seat up, but man... seeing her so vulnerable and sexy triggered something in him, but pushed those thoughts away immediately after feeling guilty.
Meanwhile, Amelia woke up dazed, rubbing the salty waters from her eyes. She sat up and felt a cool breeze hit her naked skin. The young girl looked down and shrieked when she saw how exposed she was, hands fanned out to cover her most private parts. Her thoughts frantically tried piecing together what little information she had; one moment she was sunbathing, another and she was scrambling for her things, then she was in her mother's arms when--she gasped! Her dear mother, where was she?!
The girl snapped her head side to side but only caught sight of a pair of hairy, muscular legs. She shrieked once again in surprise and terror, clutching her breasts and bare pussy. For a second she didn't know who this strange man was, until he soothed, "Amelia, it's me, your brother." Amelia would've angrily kicked the sand towards her brother if she wasn't insecure about covering her body.
Tears prickled her eyes as she sobbed, "Where's mom?" looking up at him.
He shook his head and answered, "I don't know. I woke up a few minutes ago myself, then I found you, and... when I saw, um... you, I decided to make something to cover yourself with." He then dropped the leafy material onto the soft sand. "I-I'll just turn away now, so you can dress yourself," he stuttered, turning away. In the back of his mind, though, he wanted to grant himself just a sneak peek at his nude sister.
"Thank you Liam," she sniffled, putting on the snug undergarments he made. It was definitely uncomfortable, but it'll do for now. "Okay," Amelia said and Liam turned back to disappointingly see her now covered. But his sister felt her heartstrings tug when she thought how her brother took the time, care, and effort to fix her something like this when he didn't even have to. This made her grateful to have her brother, and she promised to herself she'd return the favor one day.
On the other side of the relatively small island, the parents woke up almost simultaneously with similar splitting headaches. The father was the first to ask in a hoarse voice, "Are you okay, hun?"
She nodded, "Well, except for this splitting headache, thankfully I'm fine. No missing limbs. You?"
"Me too, thankfully. Fuck," he groaned, pressing against his forehead. "When I get home so help me god I'm gonna take that flimsy little moron and--"
"Thomas, this is not the time, sweetheart," she soothed, crawling towards him. Just then did he notice his wife's bikini top was almost in tethers. As hot as she was, it was important to focus on the matters at hand. He removed his shirt, exposing his hardened body he meticulously looked after, and gave it to his wife, who was oblivious to almost being fully exposed herself. "Oh!" she exclaimed before laughing cheekily and putting his shirt on. "Have you seen the kids?" his wife asked a moment after, worried.
"No," he sighed, grunting as he struggled standing up. His knees cracked as they bent straight. "But I think before the sun sets, we should find water, food, and shelter--in that order--before we go looking for them."
Elaine, his wife, shot up and held his arm, "But honey--"
"Look," he interrupted. "I'm worried about them, too--god knows I am, they're my kids too, but it's imperative we create a base to store our food and water. When," he stressed, "we find them, they'll have a place to join us." He knew she wanted to say more, to plead more, but he knew she knew that he was right. She nodded along, trusting her confident husband. "First, we should look for the ship and whatever remains there."
The pair of siblings trailed along the lazy shores, Amelia following behind her brother. "What should we do, Liam?" she asked, worried for their well-being. She had no idea what island this was, what animals or god forbid people that live here, if there was any food here.
Amelia's mind was reeling in a whirlwind of 'if's' until her brother spoke. "I truthfully don't know, Amelia."
She stopped in her tracks, staring at her brother's toned back until he turned to meet her upset eyes. "You don't know?!" she yelled. "Liam, we are on this godforsaken island with no food, water, parents! And you don't know what we should do?!"
Anger bubbled inside him, yelling back, "Well I don't get marooned for summer *fun* Amelia!"
"But you should have at least *some* idea, genius, aren't you supposed to be the *man* who knows *everything* about *survival*?!"
"You know what's a good way to survive?! Not *bitching* at the only person that can help you!" he screamed hoarse, snapping forwards and quickly stomping away.
She scoffed and tried catching up, "And I can't be able to handle myself?!"
Liam snapped back to stare daggers at her. "Ah, well, since you're pressuring *me* to do all the dirty work and know everything there is to know about survival, *yes*! If you wanna continue bitching, you're free to be an *independent woman*," he air quoted. "But if you're going to stick with me, you have to listen to what I say, not give me any lip, and do as I say. Capiche?"
Amelia silently threw back daggers at her brother but nodded, not knowing what else she can do by her lonesome; if some tribal member caught her, god forbid, or a wild animal pouncing on her. She decided the best course of action would be to stay with her brother, even if he didn't know anything.
Back on the parent's side, Thomas and Elaine were still searching for their wrecked ship. Their high hopes and spirits served them well when they suddenly found parts of the ship protruding from the waters. Thomas kicked through the sand and water in a frenzy, hoping there will be a crate of rations he can save. Sure enough, there was! Elaine stood smirking on the shore with hands on her hips, thinking smugly to herself that now he's glad she made him buy that. Soon after, he also found a crate of water bottles! Both were giddy, hoping to share it with their children when they arrive or find them. It won't be enough for however long they were stranded, but all that matters is that they have a chance. They thanked god they did.
By now, Liam and Amelia were sore, especially the latter who wouldn't stop complaining about it. Liam angrily barked, "Enough!"
"What do you expect, we've been walking for god knows how long," his sister snapped back.
He sighed exasperated and facepalmed, knowing he's tired too. "Fine, you sit here and stay, while I try to find us some shelter." Amelia shrugged and took a seat on the warm, comforting sand. Her feet ached as she wiggled her toes and rotated her feet. She sighed a breath of relief as she didn't have to stand anymore. While she was watching the sky's beautiful blue hue transform into an incredible sunset of orange, pink, and purple, she thought how desperately she'd rather be at home and enjoying this with her friends.
Amelia thought deeply about the little things she missed about home. Waking up in her queen-sized bed with actual sheets and a soft pillow was one. Having the liberty to eat whatever she wanted, whenever, was another. Being able to go anywhere she liked and do whatever she pleased was maybe the most she missed. The young girl got this sense of isolation despite having someone to talk to. At least she still had her brother, she reasoned. She could've been left all alone and then she wouldn't have had a brother at all.
As his sister was lost in his own thought, Liam struggled as he ventured into this jungle-like area. As far as he knows, this place hasn't had a human set foot on it in ages. Somehow, though, he catches sight of this immaculate waterfall gushing fresh water into this impossibly blue lagoon. He runs away to call for his sister, and she runs to join him in awe. Excitement surges through her as she kicks off into the lagoon--squealing when she hits the cool, refreshing water. She works towards her tangled, messy hair, painfully combing it with her fingers.
Liam watched her in satisfaction before noticing the sun going down. He freaked out, forgetting that they had no light source! Frantically, he searched the ground but couldn't find flint or a decent rock to spark a fire with. He let his sister do her thing to not disturb or worry her. He made sure not to stray far ahead while he searched for something to make a fire with. But as he scanned through the trees caught a glimpse of a warm fire!
