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HAYLIE AND HILARY: STRANDED SAPPHIC SISTERS

Part I

It had all just become too much. Between kids, husbands who acted like kids and career demands, Hilary and Haylie Duff needed a break. Some time away and to themselves.

Lying in bikinis on the deck of a small, private yacht, the two sisters looked at each other through giant sunglasses and smiled. Just two days’ ago they’d been in LA complaining to each other how stressful their lives had become. Children were a blessing they agreed, but with a total of 5 between them, each was losing a big part of their identity. Of whom they were before babies.

So, Hilary decided to treat and booked a small, private yacht for the two of them. Ten days out in the Pacific, miles from shore and going absolutely nowhere. The crew was the bare minimum, comprised of only the Captain and a First Mate. The ship was stocked with more than enough supplies to last up to 3 weeks, if necessary, including liquor. As the voyage was mainly for sunbathing and drinking, the siblings had brought along very few changes of clothing.

Both women had amazing figures. Brown haired Haylie measured 36-28-35 and her top could barely contain her rounded, 34B breasts. Bottle blonde Hilary was 34-26-39, her soft, meaty Ass being one of her most eye-catching features, along with her small, sexy feet. The sisters were both oiled and bronzed, taking turns spreading the coconut scented grease over every inch of each other, careful not to touch any area too private.

Around 11:30 AM on the second day, the First Mate appeared between the two reclining starlets. “I’m sorry to have to ask you this, ladies, but the captain requested that you go down to your cabins for a bit. Seems we’re heading into a storm, and he can’t be sure how severe it’s going to be. If at all.”

“Oh, sure. Of course,” answered the 35-year-old blonde as she stood and started gathering up her belongings.

“Does he know how soon?” asked Haylie, pressing a towel against her impressive, bountiful tits and looking concerned.

“Nothing to worry about, miss. Just a precaution. I’ll bring drinks down for you both.”

“Okay. Thank you” the sisters answered in unison, then padded on bare feet down into the belly of the ship, each off to her own room.

It wasn’t a long wait before a pitcher of Sangria and two glasses appeared outside Hilary’s door on a silver tray. Tapping softly on Haylie’s door (in case she was napping), she invited her to join her in her cabin. She didn’t want to be alone.

They were about halfway through the fruity beverage when the ship started to rock and pitch. Not very noticeable at first, but as the skies grew darker the erratic movements increased and items began to fly and fall haphazardly. Thunder boomed while the rain forcefully hammered the luxury craft and the two women held onto each other tight, praying that the violent storm would end as quickly as it began.

Instead, the Pacific waves swelled to unfathomable heights, tossing the ship into the air like a toy before it was hit with an ear-splitting lightning bolt. The sound was deafening. Afraid beyond measure, the sisters entered the hallway holding hands, only to find that the vessel was now divided into large chunks and taking on water. A lot of water, and fast. As they tried to gain their footing, a powerful wave crashed into their section and propelled them into the opposite wall. That was the last thing that either of the women would remember.

Hours later, or maybe days, the Duff sisters slowly awakened on a seemingly endless, white beach. Haylie was first to stir, spitting sand out of her mouth while trying to sit up. The turbulent sea had ripped away her bikini top, leaving her naked except for a pair of cut-off shorts. Everything had happened so fast, she didn’t even had time to slip on a pair of sneakers. The shoreline was littered with debris from the now destroyed luxury cruiser, but her first thought was for the safety of her Sister. Standing tentatively, the brown-haired beauty began walking slowly while scanning the sprawling beach for survivors.

“Help! Help, I’m here” she heard Hilary’s pained voice calling. Doing her best to run, her full breasts jumping and quivering with every jog, Haylie eventually found her Sister propped up and leaning against what had been a part of the ship’s hull. Having that morning chosen a suit that tied at the hips and around the back, both pieces were now lost somewhere in the vast Pacific Ocean, leaving the 35-year-old totally naked.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” asked the older woman. She was panicked now and kneeling at her sisters’ side, checking all over for cuts and bruises. Her hands explored Hilary’s soft, nude body slowly, making sure to not overlook any possible injury.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. What happened? Where are we? Did the guy’s make it?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see them. I don’t know how long we’ve been here” answered Haylie, noticing for the first time how calm and clear the sky was. “First thing we should do is look for them, I guess. Then try to find some clothes.”

Rising carefully while bracing herself against the wreckage, the blonde responded “Let’s look for clothes first. I’m feeling really exposed.” As she turned to face the horizon and what was left of their destroyed vacation, Haylie couldn’t help but stare at her younger sisters meaty, perfect Ass and the way it curved so softly into her thighs.

After several hours of careful stepping and rooting through piles of waterlogged trash, the girls found nothing except for two bottles of Vodka, so decided they should start instead to look for shelter. Hopefully, an SOS had been signaled in time and rescue crews would soon be on their way.

“We shouldn’t wander too far from the beach” said Haylie seriously. “In case help comes.”

“You’re right” responded Hilary. “How about over here? Under these little Palm trees? The overhang seems like it’ll protect us in case it rains.” The sky was beginning to darken, but not because another storm was moving in. It was late in the day and night would soon be falling.

Along with the veil of evening, the temperature was also dropping. The two women made a blanket of dead leaves to sleep on and interlocked the crisscrossed branches overhead as best they could. There was nothing to do for warmth except share body heat. Hilary curled her shapely, naked body against her Sister as tight as she could, burying her face into the nape of Haylie’s neck. “It’s so cold” she shivered.

The brown-haired girl reciprocated, grabbing onto her sisters’ hips and pulling her in closer. “We’ll be okay” she soothed, stroking Hilary’s hair while whispering re-assurances. They were quiet then, only the sounds of the ocean and jungle creatures surrounding them. Haylie placed one of her curvy legs over top of her sisters’ for added warmth and security, and soon she felt the famous blonde drift off to sleep.

As she lay there awake, embracing her naked Sister tightly against her, she thought “I’m glad I at least have shorts on. Why is my Pussy getting so wet?”

The End Part I

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