Island Survival: Starts by chopping a tree-Chapter 23 [Warning 18+]
As they entered the shelter, Charlotte was the first to settle in, taking the far right side. With no other option, Emma reluctantly took the center, leaving Jeff on the left.
Once they lay down, Jeff immediately realized he had been right—the shelter was far too small for three people. Lying side by side and all facing upward, the space felt even more cramped than he had anticipated.
Hours passed, and Jeff found himself unable to sleep. He kept his gaze steady, glancing discreetly at the others to see if they had dozed off.
Feeling restless, he shifted onto his side, turning to face the center of the shelter. At almost the same moment, Emma who was equally uncomfortable, mirrored his movement and turned in his direction.
The two pairs of wide-open eyes stared at each other in the dim light. Suddenly, Charlotte, fast asleep, shifted in her spot. Her slight movement nudged Emma toward Jeff, startling her.
With the cramped space, even a small push sent Emma closer to Jeff. Her chest pressed firmly against his, leaving her momentarily stunned.
Jeff, on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice the softness against his chest. His eyes instinctively flicked downward, catching sight of her ’marshmallows’ seemingly ready to spill out.
"Don’t look!" Emma squeaked in panic, her face flushed red.
Emma quickly tried to cover Jeff’s eyes, but the cramped space made her movements clumsy.
Her hand only made it to his chest before it became pinned between their bodies, leaving her awkwardly trapped.
Jeff, feeling the warmth of her hand and the press of her body, couldn’t help but heat up. His pulse quickened, and an uncomfortable tension filled the air.
"Not this weird feeling again," he muttered under his breath, frustrated by the unexplainable warmth spreading through him whenever he was near her.
"Jeff, don’t move," Emma instructed coldly, using his name with a serious tone.
Jeff gave a slight nod, understanding the gravity of the situation.
"This is wrong," he thought, keeping perfectly still.
Emma, seeing his compliance, decided to take action. She carefully prepared to shift backward and create some distance.
But before she could move, Charlotte stirred again in her sleep. This time, her leg kicked Emma squarely in the butt, shoving her even closer to Jeff.
"You... you!" Emma stammered, her face turning crimson as she struggled to process the escalating events.
Now, even Emma’s lower body was pressed against Jeff, and she felt like she might faint from embarrassment.
Jeff, on the other hand, was completely stumped as he became acutely aware of the soft sensation against his shaft, which had turned as hard as a rock.
Due to Emma’s skirt, the growing pressure from Jeff poked her directly at her most sensitive area, making her breathing grow shallow and uneven.
"Jeff, stop it! Take it back—you’re poking me!" she cried out in a panicked tone, her face burning as she realized what was happening.
Anxiety surged within her as she considered the implications if the situation continued. While she often acted mischievously, she lacked the courage to face the reality of her seductive words.
Hearing her frantic plea, Jeff attempted to shift backward and give her space, but the tight quarters made it impossible to move without contact.
Instead, his slight adjustment caused his shaft to brush against her again, sliding up and down unintentionally.
Emma’s body tensed as a surprised groan escaped her lips, her senses overwhelmed by the intimate friction.
"Are you doing this on purpose?!" she whimpered, her voice a mixture of anger and embarrassment as she pinched Jeff’s chest hard in retaliation.
Her flushed face and trembling hands betrayed just how flustered she truly was.
Jeff, who was caught in an impossible situation, could only freeze in place, silently cursing their cramped shelter and hoping the night would end soon.
He winced slightly at the pain in his chest and glanced at Emma, whose face was flushed with both anger and embarrassment.
Determined to fix the situation, he slid his left hand, previously pinned under his body, downward to gently push her away.
However, Charlotte, still lost in her dream, moved again, kicking Emma in the back and pushing her closer once more.
With his arm finally free, Jeff quickly moved to push her back. But instead of finding solid ground, his hand landed on something soft.
"Ahhh" Emma let out a low, breathy sound, her body tensing at the unexpected touch.
Jeff froze, his eyes widening in horror. "Oh, shit! "he cursed inwardly, realizing what had just happened.
He instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but for some reason, it wouldn’t move—it felt as though his hand had a will of its own.
Before he could stop himself, his fingers involuntarily squeezed, eliciting another quiet moan from Emma, who had gone completely still.
Her head rested against his chest as the tension between them grew unbearable, her breath was hot against his skin.
Jeff’s body betrayed him further as he felt his arousal intensify, his hardness now positioned firmly between her legs, barely separated by the thin fabric of her skirt.
It rested just below her slit, creating a friction that neither of them could ignore.
"Ta~~ke it ~ out," she whimpered in a low voice, her hands clenching into a knuckle as she looked at him with a begging expression like a wife in distress.
His heart felt like it was blazing with fire, and his body became so hot that he felt like he was burning.
He heard nothing as he continued to fondle her breast, making Emma, who was looking at him with a begging expression, flush again as she bit her lips, releasing only a mumbled moan.
Jeff then felt that his lower part was also sliding up and down between her slit. Because of the skirt that was stretchable, there was no hindrance at all, making his actions easier.
"Nooo!" she muttered, as she breathed heavily, her eyes were tired and misty, looking at him.
Hearing her low whimper and her heavy breathing hitting his face, with her eyes that looked so seductive, his consciousness returned, making him stupefied from what he had done.
He hurriedly tried to get away, and thanks to Charlotte, who had taken her legs that were pushing Emma, who was sandwiching the two, he pushed Emma a little.
Seeing his opportunity, he hurriedly got out of the shelter without wasting any more time.
Emma, seeing him get out, didn’t stop him. Her face was so flushed right now that her heartbeat felt like it would escape her chest.
"You bad kid," she muttered, with a bit of anger, but she didn’t blame him since this is what the two of them had agreed upon.
But she didn’t expect it would escalate this much. She slowly slid her finger inside her skirt and touched her panties, which were so wet like she just peed.
Feeling the slimy sensation between her fingers, she couldn’t help but be embarrassed again as she wiped it on her clothes. She didn’t get up, very afraid of seeing the young man again.
Jeff, who had just escaped from the predicament, saw the moon shining brightly. The fire was already out, making him feel the cold sensation.
"I can’t believe I was about to create a crime," Jeff muttered to himself, feeling the weight of his actions.
"Next time, I should keep more distance." The strange sensation of being so close to a woman puzzled him. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Why didn’t he feel this way with his aunt? The question lingered in his mind as he tried to make sense of it.
He felt like a beast in the wilderness, needing to distance himself from others. He then nodded to himself, reaffirming his decision.
Suddenly, a rustling sound broke his thoughts. He stopped in his tracks, eyes scanning the dark forest.
The moonlight barely filtered through the thick trees, and the noise was unsettling. He could hear footsteps and growling, clearly it was a sound of wild beasts, sending a chill down his spine.
Reacting quickly, Jeff hurriedly started a fire, hoping it would deter the animals. Once it was lit, he fanned the flames to make the fire larger.
The growling and rustling slowly faded as the animals retreated, frightened by the bright light.
"What are those?" he whispered to himself, his sharp gaze focused on the forest.
He wasn’t sure what creatures lurked out there, but he sensed it was more than one. A pack, perhaps.
"I need to better prepare next time," he said with a sense of urgency.
The sounds were closer now, and it seemed like the animals were not alone. J
eff observed his surroundings warily, searching for anything suspicious. But there was nothing—just the eerie quiet of the night.
Determined to know, he grabbed a branch and lit it on fire, using it as a torch to light his way.
As he carefully moved forward, he noticed the ground was littered with footprints, confirming that more than one creature had passed through the area.
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