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 The Triangle mF TimeTravel Sci-Fi

   By Timm   Copyright (C) 2007 Timm All rights reserved.  Use by Pay sites
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  Special thanks to TeNderLoin for all his work editing, and all the
wonderful help I had from the proofreaders.



   Chapter One       Well, it promised to be yet another `fun filled
adventure'.  Mom and Dad decided for my sister and me, that our summer
vacation would be spent on a sailboat.    Wow.  You can just hear my
excitement from here.  I mean, come on, now.  Every 13 your old boy wants
to spend 3 months sailing around the Caribbean.  And this is supposed to be
fun, right?    And yes, that was meant to be sarcastic.    After all, what
is a 13-year-old boy suppose to do on a sailboat for 3 months?  I mean no
internet?  For 3 whole months?  No Cable TV?  Oh, hell!  I would be cooped
up with my parents and my horrible older sister Waunetta for the whole
summer!  I want a divorce from my family!    Well, at least for the summer
that is.  I mean why couldn't I spend my summer with Grandma and Grandpa?
At least there would be a town near to the old farm.  I even knew some of
the local kids around there.  As you can guess, my protests fell on deaf
ears.  So I found myself on a boat, in the middle of the ocean, for the
whole summer.    Oh!  I almost forgot.  My name is Tom Adams.  Ok,
technically, it's Tomas; but not even my parents call me that, unless mom
is mad about something.  Then she uses my full name.  When she does that,
you just know it's going to be bad.  At least it doesn't happen very often.
When it does happen, my older sister is usually the one pointing the finger
at me.    If you're getting the idea that I don't like my sister, then I
must be doing a good job telling you about her.  Just so you understand
completely, here, she is a class "A" jerk to me.  So... No, I do not like
her.    You see the picture, now?  My family has been sailing around the
Caribbean for almost two months.  About the only thing good about it, is
that no one was wearing any clothing.  Yes, we are nudists.  I really don't
want you thinking there is anything strange about us.  Well, at least my
sister had something worth looking at.  Not that it mattered all that much.
It could have been worse.  I mean she was my sister, after all.  To tell
the truth, I would much rather have spent my summer at a nudist resort.  At
least there was variety there.    I would have loved to have something more
to look at.  That or wireless Internet access would have made this summer
much better.  At least we had a portable DVD player.  Not that I hadn't
seen every movie we had with us, a dozen times or more by now.  In other
words there just weren't that many movies.  Most of the ones we had, were
chick flicks.  That's what we get when Mom and my sister pick out the
movies we take along.  I know Dad has some other movies hidden in their
cabin.  I think they are called `adult educational videos'.  Not that I am
allowed to see any of them.    Anyway, here we are on the high seas, on
this sixty-two foot sailboat, when my parents announce that we are going to
head for Bermuda.  Why anyone would want to go there, is beyond me.  But
hey, I did enjoy the snorkeling we had done at the Cayman Islands.    Maybe
this trip wasn't all bad.  Maybe there was hope after all.  When Dad
announced we were now in the Bermuda triangle, it was my 16-year-old sister
that started to tease me that we were going to get sucked in, and never get
out.    I mean she is just ragging on me but that didn't stop me from
worrying about it.  After all once I got it in my head that something bad
was going to happen.  Well let's just say I was never disappointed.  You
know the other bad thing about being trapped on a ship with your parents
and sister is the lack of privacy.  I mean come on when was I suppose to
get a chance to relive myself.  Mom and dad had their own room for god
sake. As for me, well I had to share a room with my sister.  To say I spent
a lot of time in the head would be accurate.  I bet you know just what I
was doing in there all by myself.    So when we were a day out from Bermuda
we ran into a storm.  And yes it was a strange storm.  Defiantly the type
of bad storm one would expect to find in the area we were now in.  Okay I
am just pulling your leg here.  I mean it was just an average daily squall.
Well that is what dad called it.  Since there was more wind than rain we
had to put on our life vests.  It was mom and dad's rule for the summer. 
It didn't even matter if we were in the cabin below.  I mean that is where
we always went that time of day.  You know it rains for about thirty to
forty minutes a day here.  And that's every day it does that.    You did
not want to be naked on the deck, in the rain.  It hurt when some of those
large drops hit you on certain parts of your anatomy.  So there is no way I
wanted to be on deck in a storm.  Wauneta just complained that she couldn't
work on her tan.  Well that and she keep teasing me that we would be sucked
up in the triangle.  Never to be seen again.  Great, just what I need!  To
be stuck with her harassing me, forever.  It sounded like father
Gillespie's sermons on hell to me.  Then again, living with my sister was
like living in hell, most of the time.    Dad called to us down below.  He
said he needed help with securing the sails.  He was going to switch on the
engines until the storm passed.  So all of us had to go out in the wind and
rain.  It really sucked because the rain was cold.  A lot colder than we
had encountered so far.    We were all on deck, wearing nothing but life
vests and `water shoes'.  We always wore water shoes on the boat.  They
keep you from slipping.  Anyway the wind is whipping us around as we get
the main sail lashed in its cover.  It was my sister and mines job to hold
the sail in place and move down the pole.  Mom and dad were the ones that
actually were lashing the sail up in it cover.  That's when two things
happened at the same time.    First, when my sister and I reached the end
of the pole (I really don't remember what Dad called it.  It wasn't the
mast.  It was the pole thing that stuck out from the mast) I reached the
end and stopped.  Well then Wauneta backs her but right up into me.  I was
facing her as she did so.  And to tell the truth, my thirteen-year-old
woody was sticking strait up.  So as she backed into me, it was sandwiched
between her ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun.    This was also the exact
time we ran into a calm spot.  It was eerie in a way, as everything was as
still around us as it could be.  Now I had never been on a sailboat before
this trip, but this was the first time I had ever seen weather like this.  
"Wauneta yells, "Get your dam dick out of my ass you pervert."   "Wauneta,
watch that language," my Mom yelled.  "And your brother is not a pervert."
  "Yes he is.  You know what he does with that thing in the head?" she
said, pointing at my now deflating dick.    "Wauneta, stop it." Dad cut in.
  Well what can I say; at least it felt good for a moment.  Beside I was
not the one that pushed it between her ass cheeks.    Then an eerie noise
could be heard behind us.  As everyone looked behind us, the clouds were
swirling like a big tornado.  Only problem was this tornado was on its
side. And it looked like the open end was coming at us.    Dad yelled, "You
three get that other sail tied down.  I am going to get the engine going
and get us out of here."   Mom, Wauneta and myself were lashing the sail
down.  It was the second mast in the bow of the boat we were working on. 
Wauneta backed into me again.  Technically, she fell into me, because it
happened right when the boat lurched forward after Dad started the engine.
This time my cock slid between her legs instead of her butt crack.    I
froze.  I mean, part of me didn't want to move.  My cock was so close to
her snatch, that I could feel the moisture from her on the top of my dick.
Unfortunately my sister didn't like this.  She pulled away from me,
shouting obscenities.  Then she slapped me across the face.  I mean, I
didn't deserve that!  No matter what I was thinking, I didn't cause this to
happen.    Unfortunately I lost my footing on the smooth sloped deck and
stumbled over to the port side.  Just before I got my feet back under
control.  I tripped over the safety line, and ended up going head first
over the side.    Thank God for the life vest, because in my disorientation
I don't think I would have swum the right way.  Instead, the vest floated
me back to the surface very quickly.  I could hear Mom screaming, even as
the stern of the boat went past me.    I could see Dad move quickly.  He
flung the lifesaver ring to me.  It was like watching a slow-motion movie
as the thing came towards me.  I remember it in every detail, the rope
uncoiling as the thing spun though the air.  His aim was good, and the slow
motion stopped the moment I somehow got an arm though the center.    I was
not balanced, but my arm was hooked though the center.  Then the rope ran
out and I was being pulled behind the boat.  I started to roll over and
over in the water.  As I did, I could make out Dad screaming for me to hold
on.  Then he disappeared from the rear of the boat.  I guessed he was going
to stop the engines because the pull on the rope slowed.  It made it easer
for me to get my other arm though the ring and stop the rolling.    So here
I was a hundred feet behind the boat.  Mom made it to the rear of the boat
and was yelling frantically at me.  Even my sister was there and pointing
behind me.  Well I didn't think she was pointing at me.  So I looked behind
me.  The side ways tornado thing was right behind me.  I mean it wasn't
even ten feet behind me.  Then I realized it was only half a tornado.  Well
half of it was above the water and the other half below.  Don't ask me how
it could do that.  It was the first tornado I had ever seen in my life.   
Dad was now pulling franticly on the line attached to the lifesaver.  And
despite his strength I was not being pulled in fast enough.  It was as if
the half tornado thing was bent on getting me, now.  I could see myself
start to be enveloped by it even as it started to shrink in size.    Then
the noise and the pain began.  It felt like one moment my body was being
pulled apart, and the next I was being compressed in a giant vice.  I could
see my mom and dad pulling on the rope franticly as the tunnel around me
collapsed.    The last thing I saw was my sister's face, she was crying. 
God, she was screaming something as well.  I think she was saying, "I'm
sorry Tom".  I couldn't be sure the noise around me was too loud.    The
tornado end collapsed around me completely and then the rope stopped
pulling at the lifesaver.  It must have been cut or broken.  Then my body
screamed in pain as something strange was happening to it.    Then silence.
I mean... nothing.  I was out on the water.  The sun was shining brightly
down on me.  The storm was gone, and there was nothing to be seen around
me. I was bobbing up and down in short, wide waves.    I couldn't see the
boat.  I couldn't see Mom or Dad.  I was confused, disoriented and to tell
the truth just glad the tornado didn't kill me.  But where did everyone go.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.  All my sister's teasing me about
being in the triangle.  I was a victim of the Bermuda triangle.   

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   Chapter Two     I must have just floated there for half the day, hoping
someone would rescue me.  I watched as the sun started to touch the ocean.
I remembered how we would pretend we could hear it sizzle as it touched the
water's surface.  I realized then the sound that had been hurting my ears
earlier, was a sizzling sound.  I wondered.    I happened to look to the
south.  And there I could see an island.  I was actually rather big
looking. It even looked like it was a volcanic island, from here.  It had a
high cone like peak towards the far end.  The sun was setting, and here I
was, now seeing land.  I started to swim towards it.  I was pretty sure I
wouldn't make it before dark.  But I was going to try anyway.    As the sun
set, and the stars were starting to come out, I saw a light near the shore
of the island.  As I bobbed up and down in the swell of the waves it would
flicker.  I was glad I could rest myself on the lifesaver.  Between it and
the life vest, my head was well up out of the water.  I kicked my feet as I
steered toward the light.  It was there, so close and yet so far away.  It
was hope.  Hope that unto now I didn't even know I was lacking.    Anyway,
I kicked for all I was worth.  The light grew closer and closer even as my
energy slowly drained from my body.  It must have taken me half the night.
The moon was fully up in the sky, now.  It was a half moon, tonight.  I
remembered that, after I crawled up onto the shore.  I was lying on my
back, on the sand, looking at it when I dropped off to sleep in exhaustion.
  I awoke to see a girl standing over me, looking down into my face.  I
don't think she was more than maybe eleven.  Here was this red headed girl
with green eyes, looking down at me.  She smiled when my eyes opened all
the way, and I looked up at her.    "Hi," my voice crackled out hoarsely.  
Her smile became wider and her eyes grew bigger.  I looked where she was
staring, and realized that it was my morning hardon, that had her
attention. Well, I was embarrassed, having myself displayed in all my
morning glory.  I was about to apologize, when I realized that she, too,
was naked.  Before I could say anything else, she spoke.    "You are a
boy?"   I thought it was a strange question.    "Yes." I replied.  At least
my voice didn't crack.    "Good.  I have never seen a boy before."   She
had never seen a boy before?  What did that mean anyways?    "You have
never seen a boy before?"   She shook her head no.  I managed to sit up. 
My mouth was dry and swollen, so I am not sure how my voice sounded to her.
My body itched from the dry salt on it, and quite frankly my legs were very
sore.    "Got any water to drink?" I ask.    She nodded her head and
started to walk off.  Then she stopped and looked back at me, as though she
wanted me to follow her.  I managed to stand up.  With wobbling steps, I
went after her.  It seemed to take a long time as we walked up into the
palm trees.  I'm not sure if it was the soreness or if it really was that
far.    We reached a clearing at the base of the mountain.  There before
me, was a small waterfall.  It was running off of a cliff, a dozen feet
above us, into a wide pool at our feet.  I just stared at it in amazement.
  Oh, hell, she had to be older than eleven.  I could see that her nipples
were puffed out, like my sisters had been a few years ago) So she must have
hit puberty already.  That would make her my age, I think.  I remembered
that my friends at the resort called them 'puffy's'.  I looked at the red
haired girl.  She looked back, and smiled at me again.    She said, "It's
best if you drink from the fall, itself.  I bathe in the water." Then she
made a funny face.  "You know," she said, "the red stuff."   She pointed at
her crotch.    I think it hit me that she might be a lot older than I was
thinking, because if I understood her, she meant her period.  She took my
hand, and led me into the water.  I only got up to my chest, then I undid
the life vest, remembering that the lifesaver was still on the beach. 
Well, I would worry about that later.  The cool water melted the dry salt
from my body, as the life vest dropped away.  I fell into the cool water,
and washed the itchy salt from my body.  I rinsed my mouth out with the
water.  As I was spitting it out, she laughed.    "You should drink from
over here," she said.    She grabbed my hand again, and pulled me over to
the fall.  It was only about a foot wide.  The water that trickled over it,
only dropped about twelve feet.  She pulled me to the fall, where the water
was shallower, and we stood ankle high under the flow.  I opened my mouth
and started to drink.  I stopped and looked over at her after a few
moments.   I asked, "What's your name?"   This time, my voice sounded more
normal.    "I am Eva.  What is your name?"   "My name is Tom Adams."  
"What is `Adams'?" she asked with a puzzled expression.    "My last name,"
I answered in confusion.    "What is `last name'?" she said.    Ok this was
getting really weird.    "Everyone has a last name.  What's yours?"  
"Eva."   "Your name is just Eva?"   She shrugged her shoulders, the way I
do when I am not sure of the answer.    "How old are you anyway?" I asked
her.    "I don't know."   "Didn't some one tell you, how long have you been
here?"   "I know I was three when we got here.  But that was a long time
ago.  I really don't remember it."   "We."   "My sister was with me, then."
  "Then?  Where is she now?"   She looked down at the water and said, "She
turned gray and died.  She has been gone for... oh, a hundred and
ninety-five moons, now."   My god I thought her sister had died.  What did
she mean by `moons', anyway?    "How long is a moon?"   "Oh... You know
when the moon is a big round disk in the sky?"   "Yes, a full moon."  
"Well, then it turns into a half, and then goes away, and then comes back."
  "Okay."   "Well, a `moon', is every time it does that, and comes back to
a full moon."   "Oh, that takes about a month, I think."   "Oh, yes. 
That's what sis said, a month.  Sorry.  I forgot that."   I thought about
it, one hundred and ninety-five moons would be... let's see.  A `moon' is
actually twenty-eight days, which is just a shade over thirteen moons a
year.  So one hundred and thirty moons would be ten years.  That would
leave sixty-five or half that time, so the grand total would be fifteen
years.  She said she was three when she got here, so that would make her
eighteen years old.    "So that would make you eighteen years old, right?"
  "Well, I didn't start counting the moons, until after sis died.  She did
it, before that."   "Do you remember what number she was up to?"   My
stomach growled just then.  I turned red faced but maybe she didn't notice.
  "No.  Are you hungry?" she said, looking me in the eyes again.    "Yes,
what do you have to eat?"   I was really curious what she had to eat.  I
mean, she looked healthy.  She sure wasn't starving, even if I felt like I
was.    She took me by the hand and led me off to the side of the falls. 
She didn't talk much.  But hey, that's okay.  I don't talk that much,
myself.    We reached the spot where she lived, and there was a shack
there. A genuine, palm roofed, grass shack.  There on a pole, sat a strange
looking lantern.  I have never seen a lantern like it before.  It was an
electric light.  Of that I was pretty sure.  Just don't ask me where the
battery was.  Also it seemed to have many small light elements inside it.
Before I could stop and look it over.  She led me inside the shack.    "Did
you build this?"   "My sister did, but I helped.  Now all I have to do is
put new leaves on the roof, ever now and then."

   "Oh" was all I got out as my eyes were greeted to the site of a larger
metal box in the corner of the room.  It said in plane letters accost the
front of it.  `Mark VII, Long Term Survival Replicator.'   She walked over
to it pulling on my hand and spoke.    "Two meals please."   A voice came
from the machine, "Automated random menu selection, dispensing two
breakfast meals."   There was a hum and there was a glow that came from
inside the box.  Then a door slid open and there were two hot meals there.
Oatmeal, toast and sausages.  She reached in and handed one tray of food to
me.    "My favorite," she said.    I was speechless.  It was a food
replicator, that was the stuff of sci-fi.  I mean, was this real or was I
just dreaming.  I must have stood there like a dummy for a long time.   
"You will want to eat it before it gets cold."   "Oh, yes." I said quietly.
  I sat down across from her at the odd shaped table that was there.  It
looked like a piece of metal that was laid over three legs.  Only problem
was when I touched it.  It felt like plastic.    I was soon eating the best
bowl of oatmeal I had ever had.  Come to think of it, it could have been
the worst, and I wouldn't have noticed.  I was that hungry.    When we were
done eating she said, "Now all we have to do, is put the tray back in the
unit."   She slid her tray into the replicator, where I swore it vanished
before my eyes.  She motioned me to do like wise and I did.  The door
closed even as I watched in amazement.  I could see the tray, silverware
and bowl fade away before my eyes.    "You have never seen a rep unit
before?"   "No it's like sci-fi to me."   "What is sci-fi?"   I looked at
her; I mean was she for real.  She smiled at me shyly.    "I like you," she
said.    "I like you to." I replied.    "You seem confused."   "I have
never seen a replicator before.  It's like magic to me."   "Oh," she said.
Then she smiled, "Maybe sis' journal will help.  Do you read?  I do, but
not much.  Sis died before she taught me much."   "Yes, I read."   My
answer garnered another bright smile from her face.  Then she went over to
the left side of the unit and opened a large plastic box.  She picked out a
tablet of some sort.  It was electronic to say the least.  She touched a
spot on the screen and it came to life.  The she handed it to me.    I took
it and looked at the screen and started to read.  I was hooked in less than
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     Chapter 3 ?  "January 7th 2092.  "Well, the triangle still defies all
understanding.  How I ended up with my 3 year old sister along on this
investigation, is still up for debate..." I read though the first part of
the story.  It seems Eva's sister was 22 when they arrived here.  She had
set the tablet's date function to the year zero, when they arrived.  If I
understand correctly, they had arrived here one hundred and ten years ago.
As it turned out Arielle was suppose to drop Eva off with her parents on
Bermuda, before she continued her research on the strange magnetic fields
that took place in the Bermuda triangle.  They were on Arielle's sea
skimmer, when she detected a strong magnetic anomaly directly in their
path. Instead of going around it, she headed towards it.  She and her
younger sister were promptly sucked though what she called 'a time
distortion vortex', caused by conflicting magnetic and gravatic fields.  A
'time vortex'...  well that explained the high tech stuff from the future.
I still had no clue what the current year was.  I only knew that Eva was
older them my great grandmother.  It seems I am the only new person that
Eva has ever seen, in all the time she has been here.  I guessed her sister
died of old age.  Though I have no clue why Eva still looks as though she
is eleven or twelve years of age.  Before I could go to the next entry, Eva
called, "Dinner!" The replicator opened its door.  We seated ourselves in
the front of each other.  As we ate, I realized that the reason Eva didn't
have any clothes, was probably do to the fact that she had out-grown them
all.  "So did you find anything useful in my sister journal?" she said. 
"Yes," I said.  "Will you teach me to read it?" Would I teach her?  "Well,
sure!" I guess that made sense.  Then a thought crossed my mind.  I was
stuck somewhere in time, on an island with a one hundred ten year old
woman, who looked like she was eleven years old.  Oh shit.  I hope she
really likes me.  I looked at the lantern on the porch.  I finely found a
name on the bottom of the globe, just before the sun set.  "Emergency
ever-lighting lantern, Type Two, permanent.  Manufactured by Cold Fission
Inc., 2090".  Well that would explain it, I guess.  I didn't know what cold
fusion was, much less cold fission.  My guess was that it was some kind of
a nuclear reactor, only very small.  "Getting dark.  Come, let's go sleep,"
she said as she took my hand.  I stuttered, "You want to sleep with me?"
She smiled, "Yes.  You different than my sister was, but you will do."
There was something like a gleam in her eye as she said it.  She led me to
a mat on the floor.  It was big enough for two...  barely.  I lay down next
to her as she pulled me down onto the mat.  The mat was soft-feeling under
my body.  I couldn't believe it was so thin.  Then a faint field formed
around the bed.  My mind was trying to grasp at what was happening around
me.  Eva said, "Survival bed.  Special field keeps out bugs, and makes
temperature nice as we sleep." Well that explained it, anyway...  I think.
It was plain from her sister's journal entries, that she had been well
equipped to survive, if something happened to her.  I would have to finish
reading it in the morning.  I lay back on my back, and Eva was snuggling
into my shoulder, when she said, "Lay on your side facing me.  I will make
you feel good, like I use to do to my sister." Ok, I am dense.  I had no
idea what she was talking about.  But I did lie on my side facing her. 
Then to my surprise her head lowered to my nipple lying closest to the mat.
Her mouth was over it, and I could feel her tongue flicking across my
nipple even as she sucked on it gently.  I was about to object when the
hand on arm she was laying on found its way to my cock.  Her small hand
wrapped around the shaft, and she smiled as she got a hold of it.  She
wasn't the only one that smiled.  A moment ago I was going to stop her from
sucking on my tit.  However her hand on my cock gave me pause.  Her other
hand also reached out to my chest and started to rub it.  Well!  That felt
nice.  There was no way I was going to complain about anything she was
doing.  I liked the feeling of her hands, anyway.  Then it occurred to me
that a girl might like her nipple licked like this.  At about that time she
started to rub her fingers across my other nipple.  Actually, I decided it
felt nice, in a way.  I was getting the type of attention from this girl,
that I had only dared dream of in my fantasies, before.  My hips started to
pump my cock in her hand.  She got the idea, and her hand started to move
up and down my shaft.  I knew I wouldn't last much longer, no matter what I
would say or do.  I just sighed in contentment at the feelings she was
giving me.  Then I erupted from the end of my cock.  Streams of my cum were
squirting out onto her legs and lower stomach.  I moaned aloud my approval
of her ministrations.  She seemed to pause a moment, then she started up
again.  Not that I was going to complain in the least.  She just continued
for what seemed like an eternity.  I was so caught up in her attentions
that when I came the third time, I realized that my thirteen-year-old cock
was getting sore from it all.  "Enough!  Please, I can't take anymore." A
smiling face popped away from my chest.  "So that means I did good?" "God,
you did great," I said.  "My turn," she said, and I could see the plea in
her eyes.  "As soon as I can breathe, again," I huffed.  "Then I must have
been real good," she beamed.  "Oh, you where more than great.  You just
wait." "I don't want to wait.," she pouted with her lower lip sticking out.
Then she slid up, and pulled my face into that little puffy bulb of a
nipple she had.  Well, that could I do?  So I started to suck on it.  She
went ballistic when my tongue flicked across it.  I basically did the same
things to her, that she had just done to me, only the fingers of my right
hand were rubbing in between the folds of her now soaked cunt.  I felt her
hand guiding my inexperienced fingers into her.  As my middle finger slid
deeply into the hole between her nether lips, she moaned out in what seemed
like relief.  At least, I think that is what it was.  I didn't think I was
hurting her.  It was just as I had seen on the Internet.  Inspiration hit
me.  And I removed my finger and scooted my hips towards hers, even as she
tried to put my hand back.  When she felt my cock press up against her
folds, I think she realized what I was thinking.  Well, it was bigger and
longer than my finger, anyway.  She managed to rearrange her body
differently without me having to release her nipple from my mouth.  Then
the head of my cock was pressing deeply in her folds.  The angle wasn't
quite right.  Maybe if she had been taller, it would have worked.  But not
like this.  Instead, I settled for just moving my cock though her folds. 
For me, it felt good.  It must have felt good to her, too, because she
started to make `oh' and `ah' sounds.  I began moving my hips faster and
faster.  I was shocked when she pulled her nipple from my mouth.  I
realized why a moment later, as my cock sank deep into her folds.  I was in
shock as she squealed in delight.  My mind was saying it should be painful
for the girl, the first time.  Then again, I think that had to do with the
hymen.  If her sister had used her fingers on Eva, then maybe she didn't
have one anymore.  That was my last coherent thought, as my mind switched
to enjoying the pure pleasure of my first time.  Well... it was my first
time inside of a girl, anyway.  I had already been worked up.  I soon fired
off inside of her, much to my own relief.  As soon as I stopped humping,
Eva was covering me with kisses.  As I rolled onto my back, she snuggled up
to me.  She was holding on to me like she was promising never to let me go.
We fell asleep together.  I don't think I have ever slept that well before.
I awoke in the morning, to Eva running her finger along the bottom of my
morning eructation.  It was strange the way she was staring at it.  "Good
Morning" I said.  I must have shocked her, because she jumped.  She looked
at me and then smiled.  "It looks ready.  Can we try that again?" Again, is
she for real?  I mean asking a thirteen-year-old boy if he is ready to have
sex again?  "Of coarse we can," I said to her.  Then with out any
prompting, she hopped up on top of me and tried to put my dick inside her.
It wasn't going in, she was to dry.  Well how does one solve that problem?
She was getting flustered.  "Take it easy, and I will fix that problem."
She smiled and stopped trying to shove me inside her.  Now what was it the
magazine said was the best way to get a girl ready?  I remember it said it
was called `foreplay'.  That must have been what we did last night.  At the
very least it worked as foreplay.  So how to start I was wondering.  Eva
looked at me, and she seemed concerned.  Then she said, "I have to go." Go?
Where was she going to go?  I mean, why now?  I had just remembered it took
lots of kissing and petting to get a girl ready.  She stood up, and the
protective field around us disappeared.  She walked over to the right side
of the replicator and pressed a spot on the side.  A panel folded down with
a hole in it.  It was only 6 inches thick or so.  She sat down on the
panel, and let loose.  I was expecting her to launch into space!  Well,
with the pressure her bladder displayed, I was surprised at the sound. 
When she stopped going, she touched a hidden button on the seat part of the
fold down toilet.  I heard running water as she smiled at me.  The water
stopped running, and she climbed off the seat.  "Your turn," she said. 
Well, okay.  I guess the 'piss hard-on' had gone down enough at this point.
I walked over to the seat she had just vacated, and looked down into the
hole, there.  I couldn't believe that it was so deep.  It must have gone
down 3 feet or so.  I squatted down and looked.  'No way, ' I thought to
myself.  'Its only six inches deep on the outside!' I came to my senses and
stood up.  I pointed my dick at the opening, and let loose.  "How are you
doing that?" Eva asked.  "I am a boy, we are made differently." She laughed
at me.  "I had noticed," she added.  I finished going, and looked at the
spot she had pushed before.  I was curious, and pressed it.  Whoosh!  I
suddenly had a face full of water, as it was spraying up out of the seat.
Ok, now I got it.  The thing washes her backside, when she was done.  Maybe
that would work for me if I were sitting.  I think I have heard of
something like it, before.  Eva was laughing at me getting sprayed with
water.  It must have been a funny site.  I was not laughing.  I looked at
her, as I would have looked at my evil sister, and regretted it at once. 
Eva had gone from laughing to crying so fast, that it made my head spin. 
She looked like she was about to run away.  I grabbed her as quickly as I
could, and pulled her into my arms.  I held her there, saying, "I'm sorry.
Please, forgive me.  I was embarrassed." Her whimpering crying slowly
stopped.  She moved her arms around me, finally.  "Don't do that again. 
You scared me." "I won't.  I was embarrassed.  I am so sorry.  I didn't
mean to scare you." "Okay," she said and a smile returned to her face. 
God, it was like talking to a little child.  Then it came to me, she had
been alone since she was little.  It only made sense that she had not grown
up.  I mean if I'd had to live alone for all those years.  What would I be
like?  It was a sobering thought.  "Can we do it again, now?" she asked. 
"Do what?" She grabbed my dick in response.  Well, she knew what she
wanted, at least.  "First we have to kiss." "OK!" she said, then she pecked
me on the lips.  Remember, I told myself.  She has no clue as to what is
going on here.  She might be older than you, but she still has never even
seen a boy before, much less French Kissed one.  "Well, real kisses need to
be longer." She pressed her mouth against mine, and held it there.  This
was not going so well.  I tried to push my tongue into her mouth, and she
pulled away.  Then she smiled.  "Oh, I get it.  You want to play mouth
hockey with me." "Mouth Hockey?" I mumbled.  "Yes.  My sister taught me to
play that." Then she pressed her mouth to mine and stuck her tongue in
deep. Wow!  She knew how to do it better than I did.  What had her sister
done to her for those years they were alone.  I mean, I had heard of 'girl
play', but I didn't think sisters did it.  I wondered if that made her
sister a pedophile, or just desperate?  In a few more moments I didn't
care, however.  I was getting hot and bothered, and so was Eva.  Well, she
was hot, anyway.  I was running my hands over her back and her butt, when
she pulled on my cock and started to lead me back to the bed.  As we lay
down, I moved on top of her, and got my hips between her legs.  She looked
at me oddly for a moment, until the head of my cock pressed at her opening.
She lay back then, and let me push my way inside of her.  She was
definitely wet, now.  I slid inside her half the length of my cock, and
started to pump my hips at her.  I stroked more deeply into her, with each
pump.  Just as her eyes locked onto mine, I came inside of her.  I stayed
there.  I decided from the look on her face, just to keep going.  I might
even try for a record.  I mean, I once jacked off three times in a row
without stopping.  I decided I would try for four times, inside of her.  It
was halfway to my third come, when she came.  She squealed out in delight,
and lifted her legs off the mat, and into the air.  Wow!  I came a moment
later, from the new depth I was going into her.  Her eyes went really wide
as my cock hit bottom.  She squealed again and again.  It was amazing to
see her do that!  Soon her body was quaking under me and her already tight
little snatch was squashing me to death like a milking machine.  God!  My
fourth cum came way to soon.  I collapsed on top of her, and she didn't
even seem to notice.  I think she was way out there somewhere.  I know I
was.  She came out of it, and looked me in the eyes.  "More, please!" I
couldn't believe it.  "Eat.  Rest.  Then more," I said and smiled at her.
She was beaming at me and nodded her head in agreement.  We ate and rested
a bit.  Then we screwed like rabbits, again.  We spent the whole day
fucking each other's brains out, before we slept the sleep of the totally
exhausted.









   Epilogue



   One morning she got out of bed and before she could get to the toilet,
she stopped and said, "I don't feel so good."

   Then she threw up.  God, what a mess she made.  We had to go down to the
pond to rinse her off in the waterfall.  As she was holding her stomach
under the fall, I realized that she might be pregnant.  Oh, shit!  Dad had
always warned me to use a rubber.  Shit!  Now what?  I am going to be in so
much trouble over this.  My sister is going to have a hey-day over this
fiasco.

   Hit oneself on the head!

   My sister wasn't here.  For that matter, neither was Mom or Dad.  Oh!  I
missed them just at the thought that I would never see them again.  Well,
the price of losing my family was worth it.  At least, I hoped it would be.


   Eva had a baby girl.  Her hair was as red as Eva's.  Time passed.  She
had a boy, and then another boy.

   We are up to 9 children, now.  I think it's the breast-feeding that
keeps the kids about two to three years apart.

   The strangest thing is that I haven't grown any older the entire
twenty-three some years I have been here.  Our children seem to grow until
they hit puberty and then they stop.  I don't know what it means, for sure.


   Eva still looks the same as the day I met her.  Perhaps we will stay
this way forever.

   We've had a problem convincing our older children not to screw all the
time.  We have two grandchildren already, and looks like more are on the
way.

   The island is fairly big, and I discovered that there is lots of
wildlife on it.  I seem to find a new type ever month or so.  I even found
wild onions and something that looks like potatoes.  Fruit trees and even
olive trees abound.  There is even what looks like a pomegranate.  I don't
like them and neither does Eva.

   The replicator doesn't seem to have a problem feeding so many people. 
It does tell us to add more organic material from time to time.  I guess it
needs organics to synthesize the food.

   The ever-light still works, even if it has been knocked down at least
twice by each child we have had.  One could say it is the light of our
little world.

   I don't know what to think of the mystery of the triangle.  All I know
is I am happy and so is Eva.  We still haven't seen anyone new show up. 
Maybe we will, someday.  Then again, maybe we will not.

   The more I studied the Journal tablet, the more I learned about it.  It
seems that it is a full fledged computer and has much more stored in it
than just Eva's sister's Journal.

   We now use it to teach the kids to read and write, and about the
triangle and how it works.

   I don't know what will become of us in the future, but as long as I have
Eva I will be happy.

   Maybe I will even add more to my journal some day.  I just don't know.
Being a father and a husband and grandfather seems to take up most of my
time.  All I can say for sure is I don't miss Cable TV, the Internet, or my
family anymore.

   I have my own family, now.  I even enjoy being called Grandpa Adam.

   Oh one more thing I noticed the other day.  I don't know what it means
for sure, but I think the island is growing.  It's a least 100 feet farther
to the beach now than it was when I got here.

   Well, that's a mystery for another time . . .  perhaps.

   The End





   Edited by TeNderLoin







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