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Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Might be a little slow burn this chapter but smut might begin next chapter.
"OW! Quit it Mariposa!" Marco snapped at his sister as his sister giggled. She just shot another rubbed band at her brother. He turned off his phone and tossed it onto the seat beside him before launching himself across the small cabin and tackling her.
"AH! No! Stop!" She shrieked as she struggled out of her older brother's grip. Marco finally got her in a head lock as she struggled and yelped trying to bite him and scratch at his arms as Marco managed to pin her and start tickling the top of her head and sides.
"Kids! The boat is too small for any rough housing!" Angie Diaz scolded her two children before getting in between the two. "Marco you should know better! Two years in college and you are acting like a six year old! And Mariposa-"Angie was cut off as Mariposa pouted her lip and widened her eyes. She looked like a disney princess that had just discovered death. Her eyes wide and wet and wrapped her arms around Angie's wide child bearing hips while sniffling.
"I'm sorry mummy." She mumbled into Angie's chest as Angie just dawed and rubbed the back of her daughters head.
"It's okay darling. Marco really should have known better." She said scolding her son again.
"Oh come on! She is clearly manipulating you! And I'm only two years older then her! I can't keep on looking after her all this time!" Marco huffed as he pointed accusingly at his sister. Mariposa glanced over Angie's shoulder and gave Marco a wide satisfied shark like grin. He scowled and flipped the little trouble maker off before storming out of the tiny cabin. He stumbled in the tilting corridor and gripped the sides of the ship.
"Jeez this storm is really getting bad." He said nervously. He still had no idea why his Dad wanted to have a family vacation in the middle of the ocean on a rinky dink tub that was constantly springing leaks all the time. He groaned, a little sea sick. He shouldered his way through the constantly tilting corridors, glancing at times out the windows to see the entire world covered in large thick dark black waves under a sky rolling with thunder clouds and lighting. Marco took an unsteady step before the floor fell away under his foot.
Marco oofed as he fell to the ground and started crawling silently cursing to himself. This was all his stupid sister's fault! It wasn't bad enough that they were stuck here for another week! But she just had to be difficult. It didn't help that he couldn't just go relieve the pressure of being a twenty year old single male.
Jerking off was pretty much impossible in this boat, they had one bathroom to share and one cabin to share.
Which meant that Marco being built like a professional MMA fighter kept on finding himself rubbing shoulders with his Dad, bumping chest first into his mom and her surprisingly perky breasts, or bumping hips with his territorial younger sister. AND on top of all that he had to share a bunk with Mariposa with his parents directly right above him in their own bunk bed. It was weird sharing a bed with Mariposa, the little hellion was apparently a total cuddlebug and liked to spoon up against him. Which made the already small bed seem even smaller.
For a girl covered in muscles from spending days in the gym she was also surprisingly soft...and just a little jiggly. And he wouldn't lie he was tempted a bit to just reach out and...see...how soft she was...
Marco reached the brig and stepped in before yelping and grabbing a small chair that was nailed to the floor.
"How goes it captain?" Marco asked his beef cake of a father. Rafael Diaz glanced over his shoulder with a wide grin. He was a very jovial man.
"AH! Marco! My beloved son! It is going...What are the kids saying? Not Pog champ?" He said as he chuckled. Marco rolled his eyes before reaching out and grabbing the wheel to help his dad wrestle with it. But even the combined strength of the two of them were having trouble controlling the ship.
Marco was surprised, he had been hitting the gym and mixed martial arts practice since he was a teenager, and it had paid off, over six and a half feet tall, coated in muscles, he could comfortably bench press three hundred pounds and had dragged a car once on a dare. His Dad was one of those old time latin lovers, covered in hair and beefy like a professional body builder.
And still the ship seemed to be toying with them, trying to force them to give up. Marco grunted as Rafael strained with all of his might.
"You don't think we should be worried...right Dad?" Marco asked nervously as his father sweated beside him.
"AH! No of course not Marco! The girls are safe down below, you and I can handle this! But uh...if anything does happen. Take care of them for me will you? Do whatever it takes to keep them safe and happy alright?" Rafael said with all the seriousness of a doctor telling a patient that they have cancer. Marco gazed at his Dad in slack jawed shock before shaking his head.
"Dude! Where the hell did that come from? Seriously! It's a storm! Don't freak me out like that!" Marco scolded his father as the ship continued to bounce in the ocean.
"Of course! Just giving a good laugh my-"Rafael's face paled as he gazed out the window. Marco followed his gaze and gulped. The wave bearing down on the ship was easily the size of a skyscraper. If not bigger! And it was only growing. Marco gazed in shock as it doubled then tripled in height. A coffee mug rolled over the floor and Marco instinctively closed his eyes as he saw the top starting to break towards them.
The water hit the glass and with a crash the ocean poured in. Marco opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out.
Marco gasped and sat up on the beach his heart pounding like crazy. He felt around him and felt fine sand, he glanced around. Not a sign of the wreckage anywhere. Or of his family. Just him, on a beach, on a deserted island. He rolled over onto his stomach and barfed up some salt water, choking back some more and it came up anyways.
"Ugh." Marco grumbled as he got to his knees then his feet. "Dad? Mom? Mariposa?" Marco cried out pitifully as he got to his feet and started walking. The beach was massive, rolling white sand dissapeared off into the distance. There was an inhospitable jungle to his side. And open ocean to his left. Marco walked, he had no clue where he was going but he walked.
He stopped and squinted there was something on the beach, something on it's side...something with a familiar shape. Marco took a few more steps and fell to his knees in shock.
"No...Dad..."
A few hours later he had tossed the last handful of sand onto his father's body, wiped the last of his tears away and turned towards the interior of the island.
"Okay, buried Dad. Need to find Mom and MAriposa. Need to find water. Need to find food. Need to get rescued. You can do this big fella. You can do this." Marco said before starting off into the woods.
A few hours later in the blistering humidity of the jungle Marco panted to a stop.
"Okay. Can't do this. Might be doomed. Need to find water. Need to find food before you collapse from dehydration. Why does life have to be so hard?" Marco whined as he eased himself off of a tree and kept on moving. The entire island seemed to be humming, it was actually rather beautiful. Large plants with rainbow colored flowers, small rabbit like creatures running everywhere, a literal aviary of birds just fluttering around. They seemed rather friendly actually.
And it was all so green and vibrant! It was like a paradise on earth!
"You know if this island probably wasn't going to be where I die this would make a killer sea side resort." Marco mused to himself as he kept on walking. He paused and cocked his head. Closed his eyes and focused, trying to use his super secret fighting powers to get a better read on what he was hearing. Then he realized that he didn't have any super secret fighting powers and might as well just follow the weird drumming noises that were coming from deeper in the jungle since he really had no other choice in the matter.
"Please be civilization, please be civilization, please be someone who will help me find my mom and sister." Marco pleaded with crossed fingers. He quickly cracked his knuckles and started jumping over the trees on the ground, the vines that swung through the air like thick ropes. He dodged a weird looking lizard that seemed to be using large thick nuts as wheels to roll around the ground.
He quickly made some progress, his fatigue completely forgotten about. He could hear the pounding beat growing louder and louder. A family of butterflies the size of owls took flight when he ran past them. He finally came to a skidding stop behind a massive pile of stones.
"What the hell?" Marco said stopping and crouching down, the stones...they were carved! It wasn't a pile of rocks but a giant stone sword! Just laying on it's side!
Marco crouched and glanced over the stone sword. He gasped and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. In the middle of the jungle was a massive stone pyramid, it had weird boulders that seemed to be holding it up instead of a triangle it was more of a pointy rectangle. Surrounding it were multiple other smaller stone pyramids. The place had plowed fields a bunch of geese running around, thick stone walk ways and dozens of large birds that seemed to be panting under the weight of all of their feathers.
There were a handful of people...no...a handful of women gathered halfway up the massive pyramid. Marco felt himself drool instinctively when he saw them, he was still a young guy, and dangerous life threatening situation or not hot ladies were hot ladies. A bunch of them all seemed to have ivory white skin and demonically red hair, it was almost a theme. The tallest girl was in the back with raven black hair and a weird hat on her head.
There were others, more red heads, a girl with moss green hair, but what caught his attention was they all were wearing thick layers of paint, and what could only be described as golden thongs and nipple pasties, with thick feathers sticking out of the thongs sides and billowing across their shoulders and backs, they resembled some sort of South American dancer, or a very strange stripper.
"Hail Butterfly Empire!" The women all shouted out banging their breasts with their fists. Marco glanced to the top of the pyramid and his jaw dropped. Standing at the top were two women wearing the most lavish feathered capes he had ever seen, besides that and some rainbow colored paint both were totally nude. And standing between them, nude except for a weird spiral painted on their foreheads were his mom and sister.
"Mom! Mariposa!" Marco said standing upright. He was too far away to hear what was being shouted from the top of the pyramid. But this was some weird otherworldly cult action! And he sure as hell wasn't going to stand for it!
Plus...He had promised his Dad...And he was not going to let anything bad happen to his mom and sister! Not on his watch. Marco leapt over the side of the stone sword walked three steps and then heard a girlish giggle from behind him.
"Huh. So that's what a boy looks like." The voice said. Marco froze began to turn around and then fell to the ground. He could see a long thin blow dart in the side of his neck, and a young woman with a mane of wild golden hair squatted beside him. Her eyes were bright and mischievous, her breasts were so large that her nipples touched the ground when she leaned down. And she had a pair of red hearts on her cheeks.
"MMM. You're cute." She cooed playfully as yet again Marco found himself descending into unconsciousness.
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored. PM me if you have an idea.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.