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Shipwrecked
By Drusila
Chapter 1
For the second time nature's power had changed his life. This time it may
have ended it. Andrew laid at the edge of the mass of fallen palm trees,
his ankle throbbing. He thought back to that first storm and wept. He
alone had survived the freak storm.
It had started out well enough, an entire summer at sea with his family.
His father had grown up racing sailing boats on the Great Lakes and when
his business had taken off with the tech boom, he had the means to
indulge in his love of the water. The year before it had been the Med,
the Caribbean the year before. This trip was to follow the central/south
American coasts, then cut across to the Galapagos, then across to Fiji.
This was the most ambitious trip they had tried but his father had the
boat and the skills for it. His oldest sister Megan had not come on this
trip, instead deciding to get settled into her dorm for college she would
be starting in the fall. His other sister Sarah, 2 years older than him
did come.
Andrew remembered spending hours in the Galapagos staring at the stone
markers and their mysterious promise of treasure. He remembered him and
his dad taking the zodiac out to a small set of rock outcroppings to see
the sea iguanas. Three days later, they would all be gone.
There had been no warning of the storm on the radio. Even if there had
been Andrew doubted they could have outrun it and knew that any
preparations for the storm would have done little.
Andrew remembered waking up with sand in his mouth and waves lapping at
his feet. He had searched for hours for any signs of his family. All he
had found was his sister's suitcase. The island he had washed up on was
small, one could walk all the way around it in 25or 30 minutes, but he
discovered it had a fresh water spring on it. His interest in those
survival shows on Discovery channel had paid off, he was able to build a
crude hut on one of the two small hills of the island.
Even with the fresh water, survival had been hard on him. Only a few of
the palms on the island bore any coconuts, after the first 2 years
migratory birds had stopped nesting on the island, crabs had become more
scarce and fishing with no line or nets was difficult at best. His poor
diet had left him thin. He had stopped growing in height, now at 17 he
should have been close to 6' if not taller; instead, he had stopped at
5'7". The lack of nutrition had also seemed to slow or even stop his
going through puberty, he had not grown facial hair and his voice had not
lowered yet. Most distressing, however, was the fact he had begun to
develop breasts. He would later learn that malnutrition could cause
gynomastia in young boys.
His original clothes he had been wearing that day had long since fallen
apart from use; Andrew had taken to wearing the clothes from his sister's
things. Who would see him wearing girl's clothes out here, he reasoned.
They were also more comfortable and practical considering the swelling of
his chest.
Five years he survived on the tiny island, five years alone. Fate was
about to throw its next curve at him. The tsunami had wiped out
everything on the island. Only his hut had been spared, the small hill
just high enough to keep him above the high swell that swamped the
island. The spring had been below the waterline and was now brackish. He
had gone into the mass of fallen palms in search of any coconuts that may
have survived, but in his weakened state he had slipped, his ankle
catching between fallen trunks. He was sure it was broken. Like it
mattered, with no fresh water he would die anyway.
He lay there for two days. Then he began to hallucinate. He saw a boat.
He saw people. He heard people. In his delirium, he wondered if
hallucinations made sound. His vision tunneled and darkness took him.
Chapter 2
In the darkness, he felt rocking. He felt beneath him, he was not on sand
anymore. It felt like cushions or a mattress maybe? Somewhere in the
darkness, he heard muffled voices. "Hhhh" he tried to gasp out a hello.
Again. "Hhh" He felt like his throat was on fire. He felt around, his
hand alighting on what was definitely a pillow. He threw it towards the
muffled voices. Thump. It hit something solid, the voices stopped but the
effort had been too much as he slipped into unconsciousness again.
When he came too again there was light. He could now see he was in a
bedroom, from its size and furnishings, he guessed it was a stateroom on
a boat, the continued rocking confirmed this. The light came from a small
lamp on the table next to him. Also on the table were an intercom and a
note, which simply read, use the red button. He reached over and paused a
moment. He had been away from people for so long, he was unsure of what
to think. If they meant to hurt him, they certainly would have done so by
now. Gingerly, he pressed the button. Nothing seemed to happen. A few
moments later, there was a knock on the door.
"Cuhh" his hoarse rasp was able to get out. The door opened. A young man,
only a few years older than himself he guessed, entered.
"Ah, I see our patient has rejoined the land of the living." He was a
pleasant young man; Andrew thought he looked Greek, or at least one of
the Mediterranean nationalities. "My name is Nikos", yep, Greek. "This is
my father's boat. We found you near dead on that small island. We, my
father and I that is, study tidal waves and their effect on local
ecologies. We couldn't pass up the opportunity to observe the effect on
such a micro-ecology. So what is your name?"
"An---", Andrew tried to clear his throat and speak again, "An---"
"Well it is a pleasure to meet you Anne" Andrew tried to voice a
correction but nothing but raspy croaks came out. "No, we can talk later.
Please try to rest. I will have the steward bring in some food"
Andrew spent a few more days in and out of consciousness. Aside from
Nikos, she received visits from Nikos' father, also Nikos but insisted on
being called papa. The steward would bring food and acted as doctor on
board. Andrew's ankle felt better each day but had yet to test it with
weight.
Chapter 3
Finally, the day had arrived when Andrew was able to get up and leave the
stateroom. Nikos let Andrew know that there were clothes in the closet.
This was normally his sister's room when she was not off giving lectures.
When Andrew looked in the closet, he found all very feminine clothes.
However, after years of wearing them he thought nothing of it, grabbing a
halter top and skirt (which he had decided would be much easier to put on
considering his tender ankle). However, he had decided he would
communicate his desire for male clothes when he had the chance.
His lips were still peeling from the sun damage, so he used what he
thought was a lip balm. He failed to check himself in the mirror or he
would have seen it was lip-gloss he had applied. His hair was quite long
but having no scissors at hand he left it as it was, another thing he
would request.
The boat was much larger than Andrew had imagined and for a research
vessel, it resembled more of a yacht. The stern of the ship had a large
deck area that was set up with tables and chairs. The entire crew was
here. Andrew became quite nervous; he had been away from people for so
long. One at a time had been ok, but there were over 30 here.
Papa came to his side, seeing the discomfort in his face. "Please my
dear, come sit. The crew wanted to have a party to celebrate your
rescue." Then he added quietly in his ear, "Being Greek we like to have
any excuse to celebrate" Papa smiled, it was infectious and Andrew could
not help but smile.
Nikos came over and offered his arm to help Andrew to the table. He even
held out the chair for him, Andrew thought it felt nice to be pampered a
bit but did feel a little funny about having a guy hold a chair for him.
Andrew also noticed that the entire crew waited until he was seated
before sitting themselves.
Papa raised his glass, "A toast, to Poseidon for sparing Anne from his
watery domain" Andrew grimaced at the name Anne again but everyone was
having such a good time he decided not to say anything. Only the steward
looked his way and gave an understanding look. The lunch turned into
dinner and well into the night. Nikos talked to him at length about their
research and about his homeland in Greece. Papa, it turns out, was a
shipping magnate and the research vessel was his way of indulging his son
and daughter's passion for science. Throughout the party Nikos seemed to
edge a little closer, Andrew felt comforted by the closeness of another
human being, it had been so long, alone.
Chapter 4
The steward came to his rescue around 10pm, stating that it was time to
change the bandages on Anne's ankle. Back in the stateroom, the steward
closed and locked the door. He turned to Andrew, "I know you are not a
girl." Andrew had a look of relief and fear. "Don't worry, I have told no
one. I have been treating you for almost 2 weeks now, of course I found
out."
"I....I...are you going to say anything? I mean you knew but haven't yet"
"I see you have recovered your voice"
"Yes, only a day or so ago, but I've been so nervous to actually say
anything."
"Well, to answer your question, I don't know. I don't know why you
haven't said anything yet yourself"
"Its just that I've been alone for so long and everyone seems to be
caring for me more than if they knew I was a guy."
"Yes but it is not right to abuse the hospitality of your hosts"
"I know. I just need......time"
"I will think about whether to tell or not. Now let's get that ankle
rewrapped"
Chapter 5
Andrew finally fell asleep, the sounds of revelers still going on on-
deck. Andrew awoke the next morning to knocking at the door. When he
opened it, there was Papa; he had a pained expression on his face.
Andrew's heart sank, the steward had told, he thought.
"My dear, I have terrible news, Theo (this was the steward) fell
overboard sometime last night. We recovered his body this morning" Andrew
was in shock. He feared that if they knew about the conversation last
night, that they might think he pushed Theo overboard. Papa mistook this
look as one of loss, hugging Anne, "There, there, I know he is probably
the one person you have seen more than any other over the last many
years" But Andrew hardly heard these words, he was trying to think how he
could get out of this mess.
Andrew decided the best course of action was to keep up the fa?ade of
being a girl until he could leave the ship. Theo had been right, it was
disrespectful to his, or rather her, saviors but what else could he do?
Papa hadn't been kidding when he had said Greeks use anything as an
excuse to celebrate. Theo's funeral, a burial at sea, turned into another
night of revelry, more subdued that the other night but a celebration
nonetheless. In the 2 days since the accident it had also become know
that Anne had recovered her voice. In conversations with the crew, she
learned that they would be making port early; due to her rescue and the
loss of a crewmember, but it would still be at least a week.
Anne spent much of the time on deck in the sun. After so many years,
living outside it felt too cramped in her cabin. Whenever Papa or Nikos
would try to find out who she was and when she had been marooned, she
always feigned amnesia from the trauma. She also started to take an
interest in the work that was being done onboard. Having a 6th grade
education, much of it was well beyond her understanding. However, her
daily observations of the island for the past 5 years proved to be
valuable information. Other than remote cameras, how else would they get
that kind of information in such a small desolate place?
Nikos spent more and more time with her, interviewing her about the
island and how she survived for so long. For her part, Anne enjoyed his
company. He was the kind of guy she would have been best friends with if
she had been around to go to college and met this guy at the dorms. She
also came to like.....no crave....the feeling of closeness to someone.
"You are an amazing woman Anne. To have survived all by yourself for so
long. Most men couldn't have done it. And on top of all that you are so
beautiful"
Anne's heart skipped a beat. She didn't really know how to respond. On
one side, she was a he and was being told he made a beautiful girl. And
on the other, feeling wanted. All she could do was smile back at him.
This was all Nikos wanted, to see her smile for him. He leaned forward
and kissed Anne gently.
At first, Anne was caught up in the emotion of the moment, returning his
kiss, feeling it fill the voids she felt for so long. Then reality set
in. He was a guy.....kissing another guy. He was only playing at being a
girl until he could get away. Anne pushed Nikos away, turning her face
away to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I should not have kissed you without asking you first. Please
forgive me"
Through her tears, "please just leave me alone." With that, a dejected
Nikos turned and left the room. Anne stopped trying to hold back the
tears. She realized she was crying more than when she had lost her family
in the storm.
Chapter 6
Nikos kept his distance for the next few days not wanting to upset Anne.
For her part, Anne tried to find other things to help with, to keep her
mind off what had happened. But, every time she saw Nikos, feelings of
longing filled her. She would always look away to avoid letting Nikos see
she was looking. Each night she would cry herself to sleep thinking of
Nikos and the kiss they shared, still repeating to herself that it was
just her having been alone so long and that she had no experience in such
matters. But every night she was unable to convince herself of that.
The day finally came; they would be making port late this afternoon. Anne
couldn't wait to get off the boat. Not because she didn't enjoy the boat
and its research, but because it was too hard to avoid Nikos. She did not
want to make leaving any harder than it was going to be.
Lost in these thoughts she didn't even ask who it was knocking at the
door before just saying, "Come in".
It was Nikos. "I...ah...I just wanted to make sure you were all packed. I
spoke to my sister; she said to tell you that you are welcome to take
some of her clothes with you. She was sorry she didn't make it here to
meet the boat and meet you."
"Thank your sister for me", she said busying herself with refolding the
same item 3 times, so that she would not have to look at him.
She felt his hand on her shoulder. "Please stop a moment. I wanted to
apologize for the other night again. I was out of line. You were just so
beautiful and vulnerable I just could not help myself from wanting to
kiss you. To help comfort you."
Still not looking up at him, "It's ok, really. I overreacted too. I just
have never had these feelings before. It's all new to me."
"So you have feelings for me?"
Anne cursed herself for saying too much. "You and your father, the whole
crew even, have been kind and generous to me, but I have been alone too
long to get involved with anybody."
"I understand. My father has arranged for a car tomorrow to take you to
the airport. He has arranged to pick up the tab for anywhere you want to
go from there."
"Your father is wonderful. I will find some way to repay you all someday"
"For my account, I will settle for letting me take you to dinner tonight"
"Nik?"
"Please. Tomorrow you will be gone. I only ask one more night to enjoy
your company"
Anne considered long and hard. She did not want to make this harder on
anyone, including herself. She had fallen for this man. She knew that the
trauma she went through meant she shouldn't jump into anything but she
could not deny how he made her feel when he looked at her.
She also realized, since the night of the accident, she had not referred
to herself as male. Whether she wanted a relationship or not was
irrelevant. The fact that she was a boy meant it couldn't happen anyway.
But, it was just one night and how else could she ever hope to repay the
kindness she had been shown? "Ok, I will have dinner with you."
Nikos smiled. "Excellent. I will arrange everything"
Chapter 7
The boat pulled into port. There were a few reporters at the docks
waiting for the story of the marooned girl. The crew made sure the
reporters never even got close enough for pictures, for which Anne was
eternally grateful.
Anne was trying to figure out what to wear. The closet did have a few
things but nothing seemed quite right. A knock at the door, "Yes"
Nikos opened the door. He was in a nice pair of slacks, white shirt, and
tie and diner jacket. Anne had to admit he looked very handsome. "Let's
get going"
"I thought you said 7pm? I haven't even decided what to wear."
"Yes, you are fine the way you are, for now". Anne puzzled at the remark
but took his offered hand and followed him out. On the dock was a limo
waiting for them. Anne DEFINITELY felt underdressed. She balked a little.
Taking her hand, "trust me", Nikos encouraged. She followed him to the
limo.
The limo pulled into the high-end shopping district and up to a woman's
clothing store. Inside a woman was waiting for them. "Nikos darling" She
greeted offering her hand to Nikos, who took it and kissed it.
"Lovely as ever Elle. May I introduce Anne; she is the one I called
about"
"Pleased to meet you Anne. Please follow me. I have some things chosen
out for you to try." Elle lead them to a curtained side room with a sofa
on one side and a 3-panel mirror on the other. In between was a coffee
table with a silver tea set, steam escaping the spout. "Help yourself to
tea Nikos." Nikos sat as she led Anne through another doorway.
Elle handed her a robe and told her to go change into it. Still
bewildered Anne did as she was told. When she returned, she was lead to a
salon. "Nikos said you grew up on a deserted island." Looking at her with
a critical eye. "Yes I can see you need some lessons you poor dear. First
hair. This is Paulo, he will be cutting it." The two then conversed in
what sounded like French to Anne, gesturing in a way that indicated to
Anne that they were discussing how to do her hair. In the end, Paulo kept
most of the length, cleaning up the bangs and layering the sides. He also
added highlights to lighten her hair.
While Paulo worked on her hair, another woman who's name Anne never got,
started working on her nails, filing, shaping them stating that she would
be back to paint them when the dress had been decided on.
After the haircut, yet another woman arrived with a large case of make-
up. Anne liked this woman, as she explained everything she was doing and
asking Anne's opinion in such a way as to let Anne feel like she was
having a say in the final look and at the same time telling her what she
should be picking.
Next Anne was fitted with lingerie. This was a big step. Before, all the
underwear she had worn, feminine as it was, had been boring utilitarian
underwear. But these were silk and lace and felt so good against her
skin. She was thankful that her lack of puberty kept her little secret
from getting out.
What followed was a parade of trying on one dress after another. She
would then model it for Nikos. She found herself craving his approval and
saddened when he voiced a dislike for any of the outfits. The final
decision was on a black Versace calf-length flowing silk dress, perfect
for the warm tropical weather and showed off her legs. Anne giggled to
herself that she was thrilled at the thought of showing off her legs. She
was also thankful that Nikos had thought ahead about her ankle and Elle
had only flats and sandals chosen to try, no high heels. A quick return
to the salon to get a coat of pink nail polish and they were off.
Chapter 8
The restaurant overlooked the ocean. The table Nikos had reserved was on
the deck, which jutted out over the water. During the parties on the
boat, it had been easy to keep from drinking but when the bottle of
champagne arrived, she found she could not say no.
They made small talk during dinner, each very reserved knowing this was
their one and only date, tomorrow she would be on a plane and he would be
back at sea.
"Where will you go?"
"I have a sister; I thought I might try to locate her." In reality, she
still wasn't sure what she wanted to do. Megan was her sister but what
would she think of her brother now? But, she was a boy dressed as a girl,
with a 6th grade education, what alternatives were there. Nikos sensed
that the discussion was causing her discomfort and left it there.
The date went better than Anne could ever imagine. They talked and
laughed. They danced under the stars. Anne felt safe in Nikos' arms, She
knew there would be no tomorrow. She tried to put that out of her mind
and concentrate on tonight.
Chapter 9
The time came for the date to end. She felt like Cinderella at the ball
and the clock was on its 10th toll. They sent the limo away and walked on
the beach back to the boat. When they arrived, Nikos escorted Anne to her
room.
"Stay"
"What?"
"Stay with me Anne. I enjoy being with you more than anyone I have ever
known."
"Nikos, I can't. I enjoy being with you too but, it just can't work out
between us." Tears were rolling down her cheeks; this man had asked her
to stay with him forever. It was what she wanted more than anything, but
knew it just could not be.
"Please. Annie", she smiled at the nickname, "I love you."
Annie broke into full tears. "No I just can't. You don't understand I am
really a..." Nikos silenced her protest with his lips to hers. Annie held
him tight returning the kiss with her very soul. And when Nikos' hands
caressed her bare back, she simply melted. Her kisses became more
passionate; she clung to him the way she had clung to the sailboat
wreckage that fateful night.
Between kisses, Nikos just kept repeating, "I love you" Nikos pulled the
tie holding the top of the dress, the front falling between them. Nikos
caressed Annie's bare breasts. Annie moaned with pleasure into his mouth.
Their lips parted as Nikos guided his lips to her nipples. Annie had
never felt anything like it before, intense pleasure from deep inside
her. She felt his hands on her ass, gently massaging it. She ran her
fingers through his dark curly hair.
Without letting his lips leave her breasts, Nikos undid his shirt. Annie
had seen him on deck without a shirt before but this was different, she
saw it with an eye of lust. Lifting his head so they could kiss, pulling
his body against hers. She felt the hard bulge in his pants pressed
against her. She wanted to satisfy him but she knew she was not a whole
woman, so she did the only thing she could think of. She slowly dropped
to her knees. She undid his belt buckle and pants, sliding them down. She
ran her hands up his strong thighs towards the hard cock before her.
There was no doubt she wanted this. She did not feel gay, she was not a
guy about to suck another man's cock, she was a woman who wanted to
pleasure her lover.
Slowly she kissed it, letting his scent fill her. She gave it a long
lick; Nikos' moan telling her she was doing it right. Several more long
licks each greeted by the same moan of pleasure from her man, yes, HER
man. On the last lick she let her lips slide over the head, the slight
salty taste did not bother her, it reminded her of her time alone on the
island, but now he was her island. Slowly her lips slid down the shaft as
far as she dared. She started to pick up a rhythm of sliding her lips up
and down while stroking the portion she could not swallow. Nikos began to
rock his hips, fucking her mouth, Annie trying to relax her throat to try
to take more of him in.
"Oh Annie! I love what you are doing, but I have no desire to be selfish.
I want to make love to you right now!"
Annie let his member fall from her lips. "I.....I can't. I want so much
to make you happy but I tried to stop you I....I am not a woman I am a
boy." She starred up at him. What she saw was not anger, not revulsion,
what she saw was love.
"All I know is I have fallen in love with you Annie, no matter what you
are. I still want to make love to you."
Annie just smiled, lifted the hem of her dress and crawled onto the bed.
Nikos climbed up behind her, pulling her lace panties to one side. Slowly
he pressed the head of his saliva-slicked cock at Annie's outer
sphincter, firmly but not too hard letting her sphincter relax. To Annie
it hurt, she didn't think she would be able to perform for him but she
was going to try everything. At that his cock slipped in, her sphincter
wrapped just under the head. He waited letting her adjust before slowly
pressing further. Slowly inch by inch until he was all the way inside
her. The two lovers stayed that way for some time just feeling the
connection between them.
Annie felt emptiness as Nikos pulled back, leaving only the head in. But
it did not last long as he slid in again and slowly out. Not the fast
frantic fucking of two high school kids in the back of a car, but the
slow deep rhythm of two souls mingling, enjoying every tiny sensation.
Annie leaned her head back so she could kiss the man making love to her.
For his part, Nikos massaged her breasts, still slowly sliding in and out
of his sweet Annie. For what seemed like hours the two lovers went, until
finally Nikos began to tense up, Annie too felt something growing inside
her, a feeling of total ecstasy. Nikos thrust deep one last time, let out
a cry and filled Annie with his love. Annie felt his warm seed inside her
erupting in an orgasm of her own. Both lay exhausted, Nikos still in her.
Nikos asked again, quietly, "stay, stay my love. I don't want to ever be
without you."
"I want nothing more but, how can it work?"
"Don't worry; my father can make any arrangements that are needed. You
can stay the way you are or you can have surgery, your choice. I will
love you either way".
Annie never felt so loved, so fulfilled. She knew he meant every word.
She lamented the fact she would never be able to give him children, but
she would give everything else she could. "I love you too Nikos"
"So that is a yes?"
"I am yours now and always. Yes I will stay."
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