Father and daughter on a desert island

I decided to start writing a diary because we might be dead before anyone came looking for us. I wanted to leave a record of our life on the island for them to see.
Naturally, I prayed we would be rescued alive.
We certainly would survive, unless we died of illness.
My name is John Hansen, thirty-three years old. I'm from Boston, where I've lived my whole life. I married when I was nineteen; my wife's name is Amanda Flora, and I was sixteen then. Two
years after our marriage, she became pregnant with our beautiful daughter, whom we named Becky Sue.
After graduating from college, I worked in engineering and maintained a good life for ten years .
This diary will continue from before this accident until I can continue writing. ++ ... Then, the day of departure arrived. The three of us boarded a large ship, and the other passengers on the journey gradually boarded as well. It felt like we were on a "love ship." The first night was wonderful. Amanda and I looked at the stars on deck until 2 a.m., then went back to our cabin and made love until 5 a.m. She was so passionate, constantly wanting me to have sex with her, as if I had taken her virginity when she was fifteen. Every time I ejaculated my thick semen into her vagina, she would immediately climb on top of me, licking and sucking my penis until it was hard again, and then she would climb on top of me until I ejaculated again. I don't remember how many times I ejaculated that night. I only know that my penis was killing me the next morning. The next day, the deck was quiet, and we tried to take a nap at noon. Becky became a bit annoying because she kept trying to do so many things and wanted us to stay with her. If only that girl could understand that her parents had been having sex all night the night before. Becky was only thirteen, still young, just like her mother, with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and she was only just beginning to develop. For a child her age, her breasts were very beautifully shaped, and not just a little bit bigger, but the entire shape of her breasts was very beautiful. Many people who saw her said she looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. I think it's because of her large breasts! My wife often tells me that Becky is already a stunning young woman. Looking at her mother, I believe her. The next day we went surfing and swam for a long time. That evening we had dinner and danced. A fifteen-year-old boy kept bothering Becky, trying to get her to dance. Finally, I encouraged her to give the boy a chance. But, while we were dancing on the dance floor, the boat suddenly rocked violently. Becky fell to the ground, and I almost tripped over several people who had already fallen. The boat rocked three more times, and people started screaming and looking for an exit to escape. I quickly grabbed my daughter and wife and led them away from the dance hall. When we ran back to the cabin, the boat was still shaking. Suddenly, a voice came over the loudspeaker; it was the captain speaking. "Attention: This is the captain. Please remain calm. There has been an explosion in the engine room, but everything is under control. Please remain calm. The entire crew will assist all passengers in proceeding to the lifeboats in an orderly manner. Please board the lifeboats and follow instructions. We hope the situation will be under control soon. Please…" An explosion interrupted the broadcast. People around us screamed and frantically fled to the lifeboats. I heard a crew member shout, "The bridge is on fire!" He was terrified, and another crew member tried to calm him down. "Ray, calm down. We have to do something. We need to calm the passengers. We can't panic ourselves." This seemed to calm the panicked crew member down. The two crew members then directed us to the nearest lifeboat, and we began boarding. One lifeboat was full of ten people. The two crew members then went to another lifeboat to guide the crowd onto it. Many people tried to climb onto our lifeboats, even though we were already full of ten people. The crew dutifully stopped them. Another explosion shook the entire ship. This time, we saw fire, and it spread very quickly. "We have to get these lifeboats out before the ship explodes! Lei! Help me!" Our lifeboat was lowered into the sea. Some people weren't prepared for the sudden jolt; they didn't secure themselves or hold onto the oars, and they all fell into the water. They screamed as they fell. We rescued one person, but he broke his leg. But the other four had already drowned and were nowhere to be found. In the end, there were only six people left in our lifeboat: my wife, my child, and myself. An old man complained, "This is ridiculous! We should have had a crew member at the helm." I didn't say a word. Two women clasped hands and wept. After we had drifted several thousand feet away from the ship, we witnessed a huge burst of flames before it finally sank. People in the other lifeboats around us were screaming incessantly. Someone shouted, "Shark! Shark!" The women were on edge. We heard the agonizing cries of those around us, the desperate struggles of those who had fallen into the water. Some lifeboats nearby had holes in them, water was flooding in, and we could hear the dying screams of those on board. The old man cried out in terror, "We're going to die! We have to act!" Then he stood up and nearly capsized the small boat. I tried to help him sit down, but just as I was about to pull him in, he fell into the water! Then we heard a woman scream. "I can't swim! Help! I can't swim!" the old man yelled. I quickly rowed the boat to where he was, trying to pull him up, but before I reached him, he was already submerged. We searched the surface for survivors, but after 30 minutes we found nothing. Now there were only five of us on the boat. Me, and four women. The women were all wailing, including my daughter. Becky clung to me tightly. "Please, Daddy, we don't want to die!" Amanda was crying too, but she tried her best to comfort Becky. That night we drifted at sea for several hours. The cries of the survivors from the other ships gradually faded, and now all was quiet except for the calm sound of the waves. The women eventually cried themselves to sleep, while I volunteered to stay awake in case anything happened. Amanda whispered to me that if I couldn't stay awake and wanted to sleep, I should wake her up, and she would come and take my place. I agreed. After they were all asleep, I counted the supplies on the ship.

Luckily, we had brought some things with us before boarding. We had ten blankets, and Amanda had three strips of candy, two packets of cookies, and some bandages in her bag.
The other women also had some cookies in their purses.
It was quite surprising what the women carried in their purses! So, we only had some food.
We had blankets to keep warm at night and also to protect ourselves from the sun.
Becky and I especially needed blankets to cover our sun-prone skin. Although Amanda was white, she didn't have the same skin problems as Becky and me.
The other women were dark-skinned, so they didn't have much of a problem either.
I tried to stay awake at night so I could see the sunrise if I didn't fall asleep.
Amanda was the first woman to wake up, and she told me to rest a little, so I took a nap.
A few hours later, I was awakened by a woman crying. I looked around and saw everyone huddled together, crying.
Amanda whispered in my ear, “Elisa is dead. I don’t know how it happened, but when Eloda woke up, she tried to shake Elisa awake, but she couldn’t.
I tried to listen for a heartbeat, but there was none. We can’t help, John.” There were only four of us left.
Becky was completely terrified.
Amanda continued whispering in my ear.
“I’m worried about Becky, John. She might break down. This is all too much for her.” I nodded.
Hours later, I realized we had to do something for Elisa.
Eloda was still holding her dead sister, but now she was muttering to herself. However, Elisa’s body began to attract buzzards circling overhead.
“Amanda, we have to throw her body into the water before it decomposes.” She agreed and began to approach Eloda.
Eloda heard our conversation and suddenly stopped muttering. She looked sternly at my wife.
"You won't touch my sister, you bitch!"
"Eloda, Alyssa is dead. That's not Alyssa. That body will endanger our lives. We have to bury her at sea." "My sister isn't dead, you fucking bastard!"
She suddenly grabbed her foot and violently shook the boat. Amanda and Eloda both fell into the sea.
Becky screamed, "Mommy! Mommy!"
Becky frantically tried to grab her, but I held Becky and stopped her. She looked at me with fear in her eyes.
"Save Mommy, Daddy! We can't let her die!"
I reached out to my wife, and she grabbed my hand.
Eloda was gone. Amanda started moving towards the boat. Suddenly, Amanda looked at me in terror.
I was confused. What had happened?
The seawater turned red.
"I love you, John!" She let go of my hand and disappeared into the sea.
The seawater bubbled, and blood gradually stained the surface red. A shark had eaten my wife.
I held Becky and laid her flat on the boat, hugging her tightly. She sobbed.
I held her for hours, weeping for the loss of our loved one. Now it was just the two of us on the boat. We both knew we were going to die
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... We stayed there for three nights. There were many banana trees, and we also found some coconuts to drink from. However, we needed clean water, so on the fourth day on the island, we searched everywhere for natural springs. We also needed to take a good bath. I marked the area near the tent with a blanket so we wouldn't lose our way. Becky was still silent, and I started to worry about her mental state. After walking for about an hour, we found another path, and after following it for several hours, we saw a waterfall. I dipped my hands in the water and took a sip. It was clean, fresh water. Becky went into the water and started washing her clothes. "Becky, darling, if you want to take off your clothes and take a good bath, I'll go and see if we can build a house here while you're bathing. Sing while you wash so I know you're okay, okay?" She looked at me anxiously and began to softly sing "Jesus Loves Me." I told her to sing louder, and after a moment's hesitation, she did. After I left, she went back to the shore to take off her clothes and then went back into the water to bathe. A few minutes later, I found shelter. A protruding rock on the hill was about ten feet off the ground. It would be perfect for shelter from the rain and a good place to stay. Maybe I could find something to build a wall later, but this would do for now. I spread out the blankets. They would eventually tear, but hopefully, we would be rescued by then. Becky kept singing "Jesus Loves Me." She was a good girl, and I loved her deeply. I had to help her through this and continue living with her. I was actively trying to survive, and I didn't have time for my fears and sorrow. Besides, now wasn't the time for such things; I had to do it for my daughter. When I returned to the falls, I was surprised to find Becky still in her bath. As I approached, I saw her naked body. We both froze. I stared at her beautiful naked body, and even as her father, my body reacted. I silently vowed never to have such wicked thoughts again. After staring at each other for a few minutes, I cleared my throat and turned away. I heard her putting on her clothes, so I looked in another direction. "Okay, Daddy, you can turn around and look at me now." These were her first words five days later. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ We've been on this island for 114 days now, and I'm keeping track of the days by marking the trees with my Swiss Army knife. We still live by the spring, and I've built walls out of straw and bamboo to keep out the cold night winds and keep us dry and warm. We have plenty of food without much effort. We haven't seen any dangerous animals on this island yet.

I made a slingshot to kill squirrels so we could have some meat.
I also made a fishing rod out of bamboo so we could catch fish.
We were still very scared, but we survived. We had each other.
Our clothes were wearing out, with more and more holes, and washing them by hand only made them wear out faster.
We had to find something to wear, or we'd be naked.
Becky was adapting to the environment now; she was back to her old self, but we didn't want to talk about her mother.
We talked about how, once we were rescued and back in America, we'd eat lots of hamburgers and fries.
She had overcome the pain of losing her mother, but my pain was just beginning.
My eyes are welling up with tears as I write this. I miss my beloved wife, not just sexually.
I love this sweet woman deeply; without her, I'm like a walking corpse.
The truth is finally out: we're in trouble now.
Even now, I keep telling myself that Amanda will be waiting for us after we're rescued. I told myself I missed her madly, but I kept having nightmares. But I
couldn't lie to myself anymore. I had to free myself .
++ ... Her breasts were large and couldn't be covered by her hands, so although I couldn't see her nipples, I could still see the beautiful shape of her breasts. Luckily, I had secretly hidden a blanket. She took the blanket and covered her breasts, solving the problem. I had no shirt to wear; it had become worn out days ago. My underwear had also been unwearable for days. Now I was only wearing two pairs of tights. I was still wearing shoes; thankfully, I had shoes so my feet wouldn't hurt when walking in the woods. Becky still slept with me, we cuddled together, she needed me to warm her and protect her. I must admit, I needed her too. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Six months passed. Now we had given up hope of being rescued and were preparing to live on the island long-term. I had to change to another tree to mark the days, because I had carved too many marks, and the tree was almost dead. We were both completely naked. We tried covering ourselves with leaves, but Becky took them off after two days. I asked her why, and she looked at me with mature eyes and told me there was no need to cover up, because it didn't matter if we looked at each other. " We're family," she said. I couldn't argue with her, so I dropped my covering too. The only problem was the embarrassment when I had an erection. She'd seen me erect and looked at me with confusion. I'm sure my daughter is still a virgin and doesn't know much about sex. We haven't had a chance to tell her about sex yet, and I don't think she'll learn anything from others. I should probably tell her soon. I've always had inappropriate thoughts about my daughter. I'm a man, and I haven't seen a woman in six months. And now, there's a beautiful woman, naked, standing right in front of me. I can't stop fantasizing. No matter how much I try to control my desires, I always think that from my current perspective, such thoughts are normal. But I have to control myself from making those fantasies come true. I have a skin condition on my legs that often causes rashes. We found a plant, and Becky recognized that its sap could cure my skin condition. Two days later, I really felt much better. She continued to treat me with the sap, and I was amazed by my little daughter's intelligence; I never knew she was so clever. We talked a lot that evening. She told me she was secretly studying medicine, which surprised me. She had secretly taken her mother's medical books and, with the help of the computer, had learned a lot. I had no idea Becky was interested in things other than talking on the phone and boys. She said she took them because she was afraid we would find out; if she used them to study medicine instead of doing her homework, it would get her into trouble. I laughed, kissed her nose, and told her she could read any medical books she wanted when we got back. This delighted her. She told me she wanted to be a doctor when she grew up , which made me very proud. ++ ... Every time I get an erection, she becomes very inquisitive. Just her soft "Hi, Daddy!" to wake me in the morning is enough to make my penis hard. It's insane! I've become a slut! Yesterday, I couldn't hold back any longer and went to the spring to masturbate. Becky was asleep, so I figured it would be fine. This was the first time I'd masturbated since we got married. Before Amanda was here, I never needed to. Hmm, I fantasized about my sweet daughter while rubbing my penis. I ejaculated quickly, probably a hundred feet away. I heard a sound behind me, and my brain suddenly went blank. About five seconds later, I turned around and saw my thirteen-year-old daughter, naked, covering her mouth with her hand, looking utterly surprised. Her eyes were wide open. I looked at her with shame, and she immediately turned and ran away. Neither of us talked about last night's incident, and she's been unusually quiet all day. I'll talk to her about sex tonight and explain what I did last night. That's the only solution. Becky had skin problems seven months ago, but she looks much better now. She has a dark, healthy complexion. She helps me find food, secures our shelter, and often practices the gymnastics she learned in America. She tried to get me to exercise with her, but I'm clumsy at it. Becky's in great shape, which is another thing that bothers me—my daughter is so sexy!

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“Hmm, I know a little. I mean, I know people kiss, touch each other, and other things.” “Yes, that’s right, sweetheart. Why do you think they do that?” “Because they like each other.” “Hmm, yes, but it’s mainly love, like husband and wife, like your mom and I love each other deeply. You see, when a man loves a woman, and a woman loves a man, a lot of wonderful feelings are felt through the body and the soul.
Especially their bodies.
When they look at each other, there’s a wonderful reaction in their bodies, they want to kiss and touch each other.” I paused, looking at my daughter.
“And then there’s something more.”
She looked at me questioningly.
“Becky, men and women have needs and desires. When they satisfy their needs and desires, that’s called love, or sex.
These behaviors are only reasonable when two people are married. Do you understand?” She nodded.
Before continuing, I tried to organize my thoughts.
“Do you know what a penis is, Becky?” She shook her head.
"This is a man's excretory organ. It's also a sexual organ. When a boy grows up, he feels his penis grow too.
When he sees a girl, he feels stimulated, he sweats, and blood starts flowing to his penis, making it hard. The penis gradually becomes erect, just like mine yesterday." I mentioned yesterday, and her eyes widened.
"A boy's penis feels very good after being stimulated. After a period of stimulation, the boy will expel a fluid from his penis.
That's not urine; we call it semen.
The boy feels very good before ejaculating, and after ejaculating, the blood flows back into his body, and the boy's penis softens again.
Yesterday, what you saw was my semen shooting out of my penis." Becky asked, "Why did you do that, Daddy?" I hesitated for a moment.
"Hmm, sweetheart, this is hard to explain. Your mother and I had sex a long time ago.
Men often get erections, and sometimes they need sex. I had that urge yesterday, but your mother has passed away, so I had to relieve myself." "So, you kept moving your penis up and down until you ejaculated something white, I mean, semen?" "Yes, sweetheart, that's right."
"Was it good, Daddy?"
I sighed.
"Yes, sweetheart, it felt good."
Her beautiful eyes looked at me innocently, then glanced down at my penis.
"Why is your penis hard again now, Daddy? Didn't you just relieve yourself yesterday?" I almost couldn't speak.
"Well, like I said, men are often stimulated."
"Would it feel better if a girl touched it and helped you release it?" I blushed quickly.
"Yes, sweetheart. It would feel better if a girl helped me." "Oh." She seemed satisfied with my answer.
"Do you have any other questions? Are you still angry about yesterday?" "I think I understand, Daddy. I'm not angry anymore. I need some time to think about it. Can I ask you questions later?" "Oh, of course, baby, I'll try my best to answer your questions." She smiled, got up, and walked back to our house . As
she walked home with her back to me, I looked at her smooth, naked buttocks, and my penis involuntarily twitched a few times . ++ ... When she sat in front of me, her legs naturally stretched out, I could clearly see her tender vulva, and all I wanted to do was touch and lick it. I masturbated more and more frequently throughout the day. I no longer cared whether Becky saw me. I was an evil, lustful monster wanting to defile my virgin daughter ! I did n't know how much longer I could endure before I had her. ++ ... I'm not sure, but I think I saw her labia were wet. But that's impossible! How could she be aroused by her own father? Finally, I stopped before her buttocks met my hard penis, ejaculating a large amount of semen onto her anus. After my orgasm, she got up, smiled at me, and went to the spring to wash herself. I didn't dare face her this morning; I felt deeply ashamed of my actions. After noon, I went to the spring to wash myself, and I saw my daughter there, stroking her vagina with her hand. She saw me and then sobbed as she orgasmed. As she closed her eyes, I turned away and immediately went to the bushes to masturbate and ejaculate. I don't know if Becky has started to have sexual desire. I'm worried that I've had a bad influence on her. ++ ... Perhaps it would be better if we separated for a few days to allow each other to cool off.

"Daddy, did you like seeing what I did the other day?"
I was terrified! I stammered, unable to utter a word.
She smiled gently.
"It's okay, I like it when you see me masturbating, it helps me feel better. I also like watching you do the same, especially the moment you ejaculate." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I was too surprised to speak.
"Is it wrong to caress each other and let each other release, Daddy? After all, you lost Mom. I can help you, I can do what she used to do for you." I opened my mouth wide, speechless.
She smiled sweetly at me, leaned in and kissed me gently. I had no choice but to respond.
We kissed for almost ten minutes, then she reached out and rubbed my penis.
I abruptly pushed her hand away, and she looked disappointed.
"Becky! You're my daughter! I'm your father!"
Her deep blue eyes looked at me, and I was powerless to resist.
"So what? I'm a girl, and you're a man. We need each other!" This young girl had an adult's way of thinking.
I hid further away, escaping into the woods, where I stayed for several hours . When I returned, she had already prepared dinner. We ate dinner quietly.
This was the first night we slept separately.
I couldn't trust myself to ignore her sensuality, and when I decided not to sleep next to her, she really felt traumatized. But
I couldn't resist; we slept separately because I loved her dearly. ++ ... I dreamt that she was sucking my penis in my sleep, but I didn't feel it; it actually happened. I was awakened by her moans, even after I ejaculated in her mouth. I felt utterly devastated. I had defiled my own child; she was tasting my semen and swallowing it. I had to take responsibility for her actions. My thirteen-year-old daughter had developed sexual desire for me because of what I had done before—constant masturbation! Seeing such erotic images of her father masturbating must have been incredibly shocking for her. I walked alone to the beach, to our boat. Perhaps an eight-hour voyage would allow me to figure out what to do, how to tell Becky that having sex with me was wrong. God! I love that girl! If she weren't my daughter, she might be pregnant by now! I had to control myself from these thoughts! Now I was on the beach, and all I could see was sand, seawater, and rocks. Our lifeboat was still there, but it was no longer able to sail. Vultures had taken over the entire boat, and I couldn't see any other ships at sea. Perhaps the other ships were lost too? ++ ... And after these past few days, I decided to let her satisfy my sexual desires, and also to satisfy hers. However, I wanted to preserve her virginity, in case we were suddenly rescued someday; I didn't want to ruin her, otherwise she wouldn't be able to face her future husband. Tonight was the most wonderful night we'd spent together since arriving on this island. After dinner, I helped her wash the dishes, and as I sat down to drink some wine made from the island's grapes, she came to me, sat on my lap, and embraced and kissed me. My bearded lips kissed her neck, gently sucking on her soft skin. I moved down to kiss her breasts and erect nipples, and she moaned passionately. I inserted my fingers into her wet vulva and began to tease her clitoris. Before I picked her up and put her on the bed, she orgasmed twice on my lap. She spread her long legs, exposing her pink vulva to me. I parted her golden pubic hair and licked her delicious flesh with my tongue. After she orgasmed four times, she started begging to suck my penis, so we went into a 69 position so she could lick my shaft. She had only sucked my penis once before, so her technique wasn't very good, but her little mouth felt wonderful. When she orgasmed for the sixth time, I ejaculated a large amount of semen into her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed. We lay on the bed, savoring the pleasure we had just experienced. An hour later , we fell asleep in each other's arms. ++ ... Becky spoke of this very seriously, and the scary thing was, I was also seriously considering her request. I deeply love my beautiful daughter, I want her to be my wife, I want her to bear my child. To be honest, I love her more than I love Amanda. I'm not surprised, because that's the only reasonable explanation. I've always loved Becky, and now, my love for her has transformed from that of a daughter to that of a lover. I still have to consider her feelings. I'm proud to have such a daughter, but I also yearn for her body and soul. I want her to be my partner, to spend the rest of my days with her. I think she feels the same way.

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...

My fourteen-year-old daughter, my wife, was absolutely gorgeous when I took her virginity.
We started by giving each other oral sex until her little pussy was wet enough for my big cock to enter her tight little hole.
But after I brought her to orgasm three times with my mouth, I couldn't hold back any longer.
I climbed on top of her and easily inserted my penis into her body. When I touched her hymen, I forcefully broke through that thin membrane that blocked our love.
She screamed in pain and screamed with joy because I had finally taken her virginity. After the pain subsided
, she relaxed completely and reached orgasm many times before I ejaculated inside her. Her eyes sparkled as she told me , "I love you, Daddy! I'll be carrying your baby
!" ++ ... Becky is pregnant again. Surprisingly, we haven't had many children. Since our first time making love, we've never gone more than two days without sex. Neither of us ever gets tired of the other. Becky worries about how our family will survive, after all, we're the only man and woman on the island. She made me swear that when our daughter turns fourteen, she must be pregnant, just like I am with her mother, so that our family can survive. In our four wonderful years of marriage with Becky, I have no doubt that our daughter, Beverly, will love her father as much as Becky does. Today we heard the sound of helicopters, and we hid before they saw us. We no longer hope to return to civilization; we already have so much, we have each other. [The End]

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