By Pussywillow
b/g etc, inc, rom
Disclaimer:
This story is just the figment of the imagination and contains depictions of
sexual encounters between children. If this type thing bothers you then you
should stop reading now. However if you recognize the beauty of such loving and
consensual relationships, then read on and I hope you enjoy.
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What
would you do if you found yourself stranded on an uncharted island with only
your sister and no possible chance of being saved?
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My name is Gregory Helmut,
and I am a missionary for a large church organization.
The date was June 25, 1851,
and I had just got wind from a sea captain that there was an uncharted island
that is inhabited by a whole bunch of brothers and sisters. His story seemed
quite unusual, so I had the captain show me on a chart about where this island
was located.
I was so curious that I was
eventually able to raise enough money together so that I could go on an
expedition in search for this so called island.
After a brief search, I
found a captain who had a ship and was willing to take my two colleagues and me
on a search for the island.
We eventually set sail, and
after several weeks of crisscrossing the area shown on the map, we finally
spotted an island. We also noticed that there were sunken reefs that protected
the island for a couple of miles out. The only part of the island that we could
see that was fit for landing on, was on the lee side of the prevailing winds,
and we would have to make a tacking course into the wind to approach the
island, and if we made a wrong tack, we would miss the island altogether, and
then have to spend several days getting lined up again. I imagine many sailors
have seen the island, but have found it far too difficult and too dangerous to
even try to come close to. So no wonder no one ever came to this island.
We were on a tack when the
lookout hollered that there was a reef ahead. But the captain felt that we were
close enough now to row the longboat on over to it, so he decided to go ahead
and drop anchor. We were still over a mile offshore, but as long as we were
this close, at least we could examine the island to find out if it was the
right one.
The next morning, as we
noticed that the sea had calmed down somewhat, we lowered the longboat, and
rowed towards shore.
As we approached the beach,
we saw what appeared to be a whole bunch of natives watching us, and the closer
we got, most of them looked like children.
As we landed, we noticed
that most of them were in fact children or very young adults. They all were
mostly naked, and they all appeared to be white Caucasian.
As I stood there a few feet
in front of our beached boat, I watched as two of the older ones stepped
forward. They appeared to be the oldest ones there, and I would guess that they
were probably about in their middle fifties. The woman had a breach cloth of
woven palm leaves wrapped around her waist. Other than that, they both appeared
to be quite naked.
We all greeted each other,
and they said that their names were Mike and Mary Johnson. I introduced myself,
and my two colleagues, and they invited us on into their hut. It was very
nicely furnished of native materials and some that appeared to have come off of
a ship.
I explained what our purpose
of being here was, and to offer any assistance to them that they might need.
As I noticed all of the
people in the colony, I asked them about the people and where they came from.
Mary replied, “They’re all of our children and grandchildren.” I was now completely
baffled. So, for the next several days, I chronicled the woman’s story about
how they came to be here on this island, and what had happened.
Chapter 1
I really don’t remember that
far back, but my dad and mom had booked passage for the four of us on a sailing
ship that was to take us from England to Australia. The ship carried primarily
cargo, so there were no passengers except just the four of us.
Sometime during the voyage,
I was told; we got into a very violent storm. During the storm, the ship lost a
mast, and was taking on water. In desperation, the captain saw an island and
tried to beach the ship on the island. It was one of those very rare times that
the wind blew the opposite way, and since it was dark, he could not see the
coral, and in the next ensuing hours the ship was torn apart on the sunken
coral. The crew then placed my parents and us two children in a longboat and
sent us on our way. When the storm was finally over, all that my father could
find was the longboat with a hole in it, and some ship wreckage that had been
swept up on the beach. But there were no signs of any of the crew, so he
assumed that they had all been drowned by the storm. We later realized that
there were also many sharks in the area, and since we had the only longboat, all
of the crew were in the water, and they were probably all eaten by the sharks.
That was probably why we saw no bodies of the crew.
Oh yes, my dad’s name was
John Johnson, and mom’s name was Elsa. My name is Mary, I was two, and my
brother, Michael here, was four when the tragedy happened.
Over the next several days,
my father gathered all that he could from the wreckage, scouted the island,
tried to build signal devices, and tried to find some sort of refuge for us. He
found the stream nearby that empties into the ocean. Also a ways back, is a
pond of water formed by the waterfall that flows into it, and near the
waterfall are some large bluffs that helped to provide us with some shelter.
My dad, guessing where we
were, realized that we were probably blown off-course to an uncharted island,
and that the chances of us being rescued were practically nil.
At that point, he realized
that we would probably be stuck here for years, and most probably for the rest
of our lives if he didn’t do something.
First, he went about
building us as permanent a shelter as he could. The island, being tropical has
a variety of edible fruits and plants plus a lot of bamboo.
Using what materials he
could from the ship, and the bamboo, he finally built us suitable quarters.
In the meantime, he and
mother spent time gathering edible fruits and plants, and learning how to catch
fish for us to eat.
Then he spent the rest of
his time trying to build a boat of sorts in order to try to escape this island
and find help.
Our shelter or hut finally
had bedrooms for me, my brother, and our parents, plus a room for eating and
lounging around in.
The shelter was built in
such away that it was easily defendable from most any type of predator if there
were any.
Chapter 2
I believe I was around five
when one of the first things that I really remembered, was dad setting sail in
his small homemade boat to try to go somewhere where he could find someone who
would rescue us. But I have very little memory of him other than that incident,
and that was the last time that we ever saw or heard from him. We have
absolutely no idea about whatever became of him.
Actually, it really isn’t
much work trying to live here. We fish and gather fruit. But mom said that she
got very lonely because there was nobody around but just us, and she soon
became very despondent.
My brother and I on the
other hand, were really quite happy because we knew no other life other than
the one that we are now living.
Since the weather is always
quite warm, we went quite often to the pond and the waterfall for a swim. It’s
really quite refreshing to take a dive into the pond, and swim around. Because
of that, my brother and I got to be very good swimmers considering the amount
of time we spent in the water.
There is also a small lagoon
nearby where we catch fish. We quickly found that it wouldn’t take long to
spear enough fish for dinner. All we had to do, is to take our small boat, that
dad made for us, out into the lagoon, look into the water, and wait for a fish
to swim by. Then we speared it.
Of course we caught only
enough fish that we could eat for dinner that night or the next morning because
otherwise the fish would be spoiled by the next day. We found that we could
save cooked fish over one more day, but that was all.
Since life was so precarious
living here all alone on this island, mother tried to teach us everything that
she could think of; stuff that she thought we would need to know in case
something would ever happen to her.
She taught us how to read,
write, and do basic mathematics. She also tried to teach us things about life,
including sex. My guess is that she realized that if we were not rescued, our
natural sex drive would eventually build up great enough that we would most
probably experiment on each other.
Of course, being of the
young age that we were, I really didn’t grasp all that she was trying to teach
us at that time.
During the period of our
captivity on this island, my brother and I completely outgrew any clothing that
we may have had, and, of course, anything that was made of cotton gradually
rotted away anyway. But that didn’t matter much for Mike and I, because after
the first couple of years, we went around mostly naked anyway. Of course, we
tied woven plant leaves around us to protect our bodies whenever we went on
excursions inland. But other than that, we were really quite comfortable
running around in just our birthday suits, and because of this, we were always
well aware of the differences of our bodies.
Of course, mother continued
to wrap what pieces of cloth that she could find, around her body, but she
eventually had to revert to just wearing woven plant leaves for clothing. But
that didn’t do very much for her modesty, because we eventually saw her pretty
much naked most of the time anyway.
I remember that I was seven,
when mother was lying on her bed hugging the two of us.
I guess that she had finally
given up on the idea of even trying to be modest.
As we were lying there,
naked of course, she pulled Mike over on top of her, and was hugging him. I
guess that the skin contact between him and his mother made his little penis
grow real hard, and because mother noticed what was happening, I guess, in
desperation from no longer having a husband, she spread her legs apart, reached
down, and put his penis inside of her. Then she wrapped her arms and legs
around him. I then watched as she slowly moved him up and down on her as I saw
him very gleefully suck on one of her breasts. Pretty soon, she made some funny
sounds and froze up for a few moments. But when she recovered, she suddenly
pushed Mike of off her and sat there and cried and cried for a very long time.
The next day, she got the
two of us together, and said because she was so lonely, she had done a very
terrible thing, but being trapped here all alone, she now just didn’t care
anymore.
After a while, she proceeded
to get Mike back on top of her, and got his
hard penis into her again.
She again wrapped her arms
and legs around Mike, and they did the same thing they did the day before. It
seemed like they were like that for a long time before Mike finally fell asleep
on her.
I guess that she liked what
she was having Mike do to her so much, that she had him do that to her nearly
every day from then on.
I eventually got real
curious, and asked mother if Mike could do that to me also. Of course mother
was really shocked at my question. But after thinking about what she had her
own son do to her, she said that she would have to prepare me first before he
could do that to me.
Chapter 3
The next day was when
another tragedy hit us. It was so horrible that I can still see it in stark
detail.
Mother was out catching
fish, when she somehow lost her balance and fell in. A shark, which we had
never seen before, got her and there was nothing we could do but just stand
there and watch. It was horrible watching the shark thrashing around as the
water turned red.
Both Mike and I were in a
dazed shock as we eventually headed back to the hut. Of course I was in complete
hysterics, and because of that, I now didn’t want to be separated from Mike for
even a single second from then on. I hung onto him for dear life for days on
end. Why I even slept in his bed with him so we could have our arms around each
other for comfort. But we quickly found that his bed was way too small for the
two of us, so we used mom’s bed instead for sleeping.
We were like that until one
morning we woke up very hungry. We finally got up and ate what was left of some
fruit for breakfast. Then, after breakfast, we just listlessly moped around the
hut, but two days later, we realized that if we wanted to eat, we would have to
go out and replenish our food supply ourselves. There was now no longer a
mother around to provide for us.
It felt really strange for me not having a mother there to take care of us any more, and I was hit by the harsh reality that although we were both still just small kids, we had to now play the role of adults in order to survive. We could no longer just go out and play around and come back to find a meal ready for us nor was there anyone here to nurture and comfort us. All we had left now was just the two of us. So, we quickly learned and honed the skills that were necessary for us to survive.
Of course, ever since mother
died, Mike and I became inseparable. I had to keep him in sight at all times or
I would panic, and we both slept on mom’s bed together because it was bigger.
We had some wool blankets that had survived the shipwreck, and that’s what we
used to cover us at night.
As the days went by, due to
our carelessness, we sort of lost track of which day it was. I guess because
time and dates now no longer seemed important to us as one day would just
dissolve on into the next, and soon we didn’t even know what month, or even
what year it was.
Of course, ever since I
could remember, Mike and I were always quite curious about how different our
bodies were, and of course, we would touch and sometimes even play with each
other’s genitals because we quickly found that it was really fun to do so. Since
we had no clothing to hide our sexuality from each other, our genitals were
right there for us to see all the time. We also never really thought too much
about why we touched each other there, because we thought that it was just as
natural to touch each other there as touching any other part of each other’s
bodies. But because of the sensitivity of our genitals, we found that by
touching each other there somehow made us feel real good, and because of that,
we both really liked it, and we would touch each other there quite often, but
only for a little while at a time until we were then quite satisfied.
I guess mother, when she was
alive, had seen us do that quite often, but had never said anything about it. I
guess that this was because we were so isolated from the rest of the world; she
had absolutely no hope of us ever being rescued, so she never enforced her own
upbringing on us, and never bothered to make us quit.
I guess that was why she had
Mike have sexual intercourse with her. I guess that she probably played like he
was her husband so that she could at least have some sort of intimacy and
sexual relief from what was pent up inside of her.
One day, soon after mother
died, we were idly playing with each other’s genitals (Of course, there wasn’t
much else to do.) This time, Instead of it just feeling good, I found that it
felt really wonderful.
I had Mike keep on touching
me, and I even showed him just how to do it. Then, as I wrapped my arms around
him, he made me feel so wonderful that I wouldn’t let him quit. Then I played
with his genitals. We continued doing this to each other for a very long time,
really enjoying what we were doing to each other before we finally quit. It got
to where I just loved to take his penis in my hands and watch it grow real big
and hard. I guess Mike liked it also because he never made me quit.
We didn’t know why at that
time, but we did know that we could comfort each other that way and make each
other feel real good. This also made us feel even closer to each other.
As we continued to touch
each other down there, we refined our touching until we could really make each
other feel real great, and I loved to watch Mike’s thing grow and get long and
hard. It got so that we were so preoccupied with making each other feel good,
that it got to be just like a drug to us and we became so addicted that we just
couldn’t quit, nor did we even want to.
Chapter 4
As time passed, I remembered
what mother had told us about sex and what she did with Mike. A few things did
stick in my mind as I had remembered about her telling me about a membrane
covering down there that covered my vagina. She said that was where the male
puts his penis into, and when he does, it feels really real good. So, I soon
realized that it was the area toward the back of my vulva that hurt if I
touched it very hard.
One day, I decided to test
what mother had told me and I got a very smooth thin stick, and I pressed it up
against the middle of my hymen. I was then quite surprised that the stick went
right on in without hardly hurting me at all, and I realized that I could
actually insert the stick into me for quite a ways. Of course, I noticed that the
hole it made, bled a little bit and then quit. So, I then forced my finger in,
and that made it really sting. But over the next few days, I kept on playing
with myself down there thereby widening the hole, and as I continued to widen
my hole down there, I even kept on showing the progress to Mike.
When I finally got it
sufficiently widened, I had Mike lay down on the bed, and I then straddled him
and tried to get his penis into me. It got stuck and wouldn’t go in because his
penis was too dry. So I got down and put his penis into my mouth to get it wet,
hoping that my saliva would lubricate it enough. Then I straddled him again,
and managed to get it worked right on up into my vagina. After I got it all the
way in, I found that his penis felt really good inside me, and Mike said that
his penis felt real good in there also.
From then on, it seemed
that’s all we did was slobber on each other’s genitals so that he could stick
his penis into my vagina when we weren’t busy with some other activity such as
hunting or swimming.
As the days went by, the
feelings that I got from our fun, kept getting greater and greater until
gradually, I realized that I could feel my whole body just freeze up into what
I learned was an orgasm with all of the fantastic feelings that I got. Also
Mike said that he got real fantastic feelings just like he was shooting
something out of his penis but in fact nothing ever came out at that time.
It soon got that we were so
preoccupied with our newfound fun that we quite often we just neglected
everything else.
We realized just how much
one-day when we were fishing. Mike was standing up in the little boat, and as
he threw his spear, he lost his balance and fell into the water. I watched in
absolute horror as that shark came after him, but he managed to clamber up on a
rock just in time.
Right then and there, we
decided that we would have to do something to get rid of that shark. We tried
spearing it, but that proved absolutely futile, as the spear would just bounce
off his tough skin.
We then devised a snare, and
Mike risked himself again by swimming in the bay to attract the shark. As the
shark went after him, Mike managed to narrowly escape, and we caught the shark
in the snare. Of course it was way too big for us to try to lift out of the
water, so we just left it there, thrashing all around in the water.
Several days later, we went
back to investigate, and found the shark dead. Of course we had no remorse for
that shark because we knew that it was the one that got our mother.
We realized now that we
finally had to put our priorities in order, and we decided to have our fun only
after our chores were done for the day. Also, we had several books that were
salvaged from the wreck. I guess that they survived by being in mother’s chest.
Mother was having us read from the books so that we would know how to read. I
could read a little bit, but Mike could read a lot better than I could because
he was older. Mother said that it was very important to know how to read just
in case we ever got rescued. So we decided to try to improve our reading skills
on our own. So we then spent some time each day trying to read. If we got
stuck, we had a dictionary, and we used it quite often, but many of the words
that we found in the books, we just could not relate to, like the word ‘street’
for instance. In the definition, it mentions ‘sidewalks’. Now what the heck
were they? We had never seen a ‘street’ before, and it took us quite some time
to figure out just what it was. But as our reading skills improved, we had to use
the dictionary less and less often.
As I was looking through the
bible one day, I noticed that there was a lot of information about our family
written there on some of the blank pages. There was information on when
everyone was born, who our grandparents were, and a short history of our family
in general. Looking further through the book, there were several blank pages in
the back. There, mother had written several important items for us to refer to.
One of them pertained to sexual intercourse. It gave an account of what age
that I would expect to be menstruating, and the best times to have intercourse
without getting pregnant. It also told about douching to minimize the chances
of getting pregnant. There were also passages on how to care for a baby.
There also was a medical
dictionary, and I spent many hours pouring over what it contained. I found
several words that were very important to us, like the words for his and my
genitals. The words for what we were doing to each other. It described the
feelings that Mike and I got when we were having sex. I also found the word for
that wonderful hole inside me. There was also a description of the workings of
my sexual parts, and of Mike’s sexual parts.
We learned quite a bit from
those two books. Also, there were several novels, love stories that mom liked
to read. We learned a little also from what those stories revealed. There also
was a small atlas that gave descriptions of countries and of the known world.
I guess that mother had
realized that being stuck on this island far away from civilization, Mike and I
would eventually have sex with each other. I knew that she had that one right,
and of course, our sexual attraction for each other soon became about as strong
as it could get.
As the days continued to
slip by, our sex with each other became our principle pastime and major
activity. We devised all sorts of different ways and games in order to enjoy our
sex with each other better. I felt it was just like being addicted to a drug of
some sort. It kept us close together, and our arms were always around each
other when we weren’t doing anything else.
One day, as we were happily
locked together in our favorite activity, Mike and I were happily pumping away
when Mike gave me two real nice orgasms before he finally had his. But this
time, when he climaxed, I felt some fluid shoot out of his penis into me. As we
continued, I realized that the fluid that he shot into me really lubricated
things up real nicely. Then, when he had another climax, he shot even more of
that fluid into me while realizing that it felt real good again. As I happily
had more of my orgasms, I felt him shoot into me for the third time. But then,
as he tried to continue, he complained of it hurting down there, not in his
penis, but somewhere behind it, so we now had to quit and wait quite a while before
we could do it again.
When his penis exited my
vagina, I saw a whole lot of this gooey whitish fluid flow out, and that’s when
I realized just what mother was talking about. But I still had not had one of
those periods that she had mentioned yet.
As I checked the medical
dictionary, I found that Mike was now shooting out his sperm that was supposed
to make babies if it came in contact with a mother’s egg. So, I surmised that I
was still too young to have any of those eggs yet.
Well, of course, that put a
crimp on our sexual activities and we found out that Mike could climax only
three or maybe four times a day at the most. But to offset that restriction,
Mike used his mouth on me so that I could have even more orgasms.
Also, as we grew older, I
realized that our climaxes continued to get greater and greater.
We continued on having our
fun, when one day, I noticed that my breasts were starting to grow. Then, a
short time later, I saw hair starting to grow all around my vulva. It was then when
I remembered mother’s hair. Why she had a regular bush down there that sort of
hid everything, and because of that, I don’t ever remember of actually really
seeing mother’s vulva.
Mike also mentioned that
because my beautiful vulva was sprouting hair, it was now starting to turn sort
of ugly. It was then that I realized that I was gradually turning into a woman,
and I no longer dared to allow Mike to put his penis into me.
A short time later, I
noticed a sudden discharge of blood from my vagina. Several days later when the
bleeding stopped, I looked at mother’s chart. It said that I could now allow
Mike to have sex with me for only the week just before my next menstruation and
then he would have to stop. We tried to keep each other happy and satisfied
with our hands and mouth, but we now had to be very careful about when he
entered me.
I quickly made up a chart
using pieces of bamboo, and we kept careful track of it. When it got to the
short pieces we could have sex. The longer pieces meant that we could no longer
do it.
But, in spite of the chart,
I still got pregnant. I realized that when I missed a period.
Mike now banged on me as
much as he could during my period of pregnancy because we knew that he couldn’t
get me any more pregnant than I already was.
Of course, I continued to
read the medical dictionary and read mother’s advice that was in the bible so
that when the baby came, we would be as prepared as we could get, which really
wasn’t very much.
The day I gave birth, was
very frightening for both of us. I remember hurting down there so much that I
thought that I would be split wide open. But suddenly, out it came. We managed
to cut the cord and Mike washed the baby in some water, and gave her to me.
Yes, it was a girl. So we named it Ruth from the Ruth in the bible.
For the next several days we
were beside ourselves trying to take care of the baby. Since we no longer had
any cloth, I tried weaving split palm leaves into something that we could use.
Since I had several wool blankets, we used two of them for her bed. Of course, I
knew what my breasts were for, and every time the baby was hungry, I would let
her feed on one of them. Of course, Mike liked to watch Ruth feed off of my
breasts, and he even tried it once himself to find out what the baby got.
About six monthlies after
Ruth was born, I missed another period. Mike again had a field day banging away
on me until the baby was born. This time we knew what to do, and this one
didn’t hurt quite as much as Ruth did coming out, but it still wasn’t pleasant.
I guess Ruth stretched my vagina enough so this birth was much easier.
Looking in the bible once
more, we named this baby John.
Looking at our period
calendar, we took one day off of the beginning of the safe days to see if that
worked. The medical dictionary said that it wasn’t good for Mike and I to have
babies because we were both brother and sister, but we didn’t know what else to
do. We certainly weren’t going to just sit around and just play with ourselves
when we could give each other the sexual feelings that we so craved.
Being as we were, we couldn’t
wear any clothes because we didn’t have any except for a piece of woven grass
cloth to go around our waists to protect ourselves when we went inland in
search for food. The woven grass cloth was very uncomfortable on us, so we wore
it only when we had to. So we continued to go around naked most of the time.
As soon as Ruth was house
broken and running around, she would get on Mike’s lap so that he could rub her
puffy vulva for her. She really liked that. Soon after, John would get on my
lap because he loved to have me play with his little penis.
I had started another calendar
when Ruth was born, and it was three years later, when both Ruth and John were
running around getting into things, that I got pregnant again.
By now, Mike had grown to be
a big muscular man, and I believe that I was now about the same height as my
mother was when she died.
Esther was finally born, and
she was about as difficult as John coming out. Now we had three children, and
in spite being born of a brother and sister, they all seemed very healthy to
us.
Neither Mike nor I had any
so called morals taught to us, so not knowing any differently, we just let the
kids do anything that they thought was fun with each other as long as they
didn’t hurt each other. The kids would sometimes play with little Esther’s vulva
and she would just lay there and smile and wave her arms around.
We both tried to school the
kids as best as we could with what we had on hand.
I guess Ruth was about six
according to my calendar, when we spotted a ship anchor just outside of the
reef. Then, when we saw them drop a longboat, we went inside, and wrapped
ourselves with our loincloths so that we would be at least a little clothed. Then
we watched as the boat pulled up to the shore.
Since we hadn’t heard anyone
else talk since our mother died, we had a little trouble understanding the
three strangers that stood there before us because Mike and I used a lot of
language that we made up. Our English was now only about half English and half
our own private language.
All I know is that their mouths
dropped open when they saw our family standing there, almost naked, to greet
them. Then, when one of the strangers finally got some words out, he said that
all they wanted was to refill their water casks, and that they were really quite
surprised to see anyone inhabiting the island. Mike told them about being
shipwrecked on this island many years ago, and that only us two had survived.
After the men filled up their casks, they rowed them back to the ship.
Then, after a while, they
came back again, and this time the captain came ashore, and, as the other four
men filled more casks, the captain talked with Mike. When I saw mike waving at
me, I came out of the hut. Mike said that the captain had offered to take us
off of the island if we wanted to go. At first, I was really all excited to go,
but then I became very undecided, so the captain said that he was going to
leave on the noon tide tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, he would send the boat back
to shore for more supplies, and we had until then to make up our minds.
That night we talked it
over, and I decided that it would be nice to go back to civilization. But then,
as we both thought about it, Mike and I could not remember anything about what
it was like before we got on the ship. I had only very faint memories of even
being on the ship, and Mike, being two years older, remembered the dock,
packing up, and boarding the ship, and a few details of our voyage, but not
much else.
The more that we thought
about it, we decided to change our minds. For one thing, the children only knew
about here, and it would be a very strange new life for them if we went back to
civilization. What if they found out that we were brother and sister with three
kids; what would they do to us? Actually, we realized that we were really very
happy here. We weren’t really bored or lonely, and also there was no one here
to bother us or tell us what to do or not to do. How would we make a living? We
also realized that we were really barely literate. We would even have to learn
how to talk the way other people talked.
When the long boat came back
the next morning, we told them that we decided it was better for us to stay
here. The captain understood and brought a bunch of provisions back over that
he thought we could use, and that included two bolts of cloth and sewing
supplies. He said that the goods were in payment for the fruit and the water
that they took. We thanked him and he was off.
That was our last contact
with civilization.
In the meantime, as Ruth
grew older, I noticed that she came to Mike more and more to have him massage
her vulva for her. In the meantime, John and Esther would pair off quite often.
But then, John really loved to have me play with his genitals, and he also
loved to play with my breasts, and sometimes put his hand down into my wet
vagina. Of course, I had always enjoyed it, so I really saw no real wrong in
him doing so as long as it was fun for the both of us.
As it turned out, if anyone
wanted to be touched or have a little loving from any member of the family,
they were rarely denied. But the one exception that I noticed was that Mike
would not let John touch him, nor would Mike ever touch John.
I noticed that Mike
continued to prefer me when he could, but he also loved the variety of the two
girls, and would have one of the girls get him off whenever I was unavailable.
About two years after Esther
was born, I was pregnant again. It was an easy birth, and I had another girl.
We named her Elsa after my mother.
One day, Ruth was watching
Mike and I have sex. Afterwards, she came to me and asked if daddy could do
that to her also. I told her that she would have to break through her hymen
first and then stretch her vagina until Mike’s penis could fit inside of it.
I helped her with the
problem and several weeks later, she was ready. I remember watching her straddle
Mike’s lap and putting his penis inside her vagina. Afterwards, Mike had sex
with her for two months straight before he ever paid any attention to me again.
Of course I was hurt and I told him so. So, he promised to do me during my safe
days, and then I gave him permission to have sex with Ruth all he wanted on the
other days.
John sometimes liked to
cuddle with me, and I loved to have him put his penis inside of me just like I
had watched mother and Mike do. Then he would have sexual intercourse with me.
Since he was my son, it felt
real good while I wrapped my arms and legs around him. This was about as close
as I could get with him, and sometimes we would lay that way for a long time
while he enjoyed the comfort of being loved and cuddled by his mother.
One day, I was thinking
about how unfair it was that Mike and John had four females to keep sexually
satisfied, and because of that, the girls would sometimes even get into
quarrels about who was going to get whom to satisfy their sexual urges. Even I
was not satisfied during certain times of the month. But both Mike and John had
so much sex, that they even got tired of it, and sometimes would even run off
and hide somewhere.
Soon, I got pregnant again.
I was really wishing for a boy, and when I gave birth, my wishes came true. I
named him Matthew. We called him Mat for short. I noticed that the three girls
just doted over him. They did everything possible to take care of him, and all
I had to do was feed him with my breasts until he was able to take solid food.
As Mat grew older, his penis
was well cared for by the three girls.
Eventually, Ruth became old
enough to have children. I knew that either Mike or John would eventually get
her pregnant.
Yes, it finally happened,
and several weeks before she was due, she had a miscarriage and the baby was
still-born. Because of this, Mike had sex with her only six days per month.
John finally became old
enough to ejaculate, and he soon had Ruth pregnant again. She gave birth to a
boy. It looked very normal, and we were all very pleased. So we named him Luke.
Also, just as I figured,
John, my son, finally got me pregnant. I new it was my own fault, but I just
couldn’t resist him at the moment. So nine months later I had another girl. We
named her Eden.
By now, we had a regular
tribe going, and it was no more just Mike and I. Why we now had kids screaming
all over the place. Those years of silent solitude were now all over.
Of course, Mike continued to
get me pregnant until I eventually had twelve children. John was having fun
getting Ruth pregnant, and eventually Esther. When Elsa became of age, John got
her pregnant also.
Mike got Ruth pregnant
again, and she had a healthy boy.
Mat and Sarah were
especially fond of each other, and when they reached child-bearing age, they
only had sex with each other, and had their own children.
Eventually I lost count of
whose children belonged to whom.
I remember that there was a
lot of bickering and fights about who was going to have sex with whom, so Mike
and I had to have some sort of reform. So we got all of the children together
and sat them down. Then we had those who wanted to pair up, do so. So we called
them married couples and no one was allowed to touch them, nor were they
allowed to have sex with anyone else. Then we told the rest of them to leave
the paired ones alone, and they had to take their chances with those that were
still unattached.
As the years went by, Mike
got several more of the girls pregnant. The boys also got many girls pregnant.
Finally, we had our own little colony. I advised those turning of age to pair
off and get married. If they did, we held a little ceremony for them. But with
the rest, it has been just a regular ‘free for all’
So that’s how it stands for
now. I think our population has now grown to eighty-seven at last count with
many of the girls being pregnant right now.
The problem now is that if
we don’t stop having more kids soon, we’re going to outgrow the island’s
resources.
Prolog
I was really quite shocked
at what Mary had told me. So I decided it best to start a church and a school
in order to give the people some sort of an education and moral values, and
some form of government to make laws about marriage and having sex. Maybe, if
worse comes to worse, even exporting some of them to other countries.
This is the end of my report
that I have written, and I will file it with the church so that they can take
proper action.
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