Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 180lbs, short dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 12

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'9, 75lbs, shoulder-length brown hair

Day thirteen was the first time we saw dolphins off the shore. At least a half-dozen surfaced, twisted, a couple leaped. Bailey and I sat and watched for a good half an hour in the warm early morning light. Her smile was tonic to me as she watched them play, and I really began to feel pretty good after a breakfast of juice syrup and raw onion stalks. Bailey, too, was reviving and coming around. Our skins were peeling, no longer raw and red. Her skin had gotten darker, no longer the fair-skinned girl I'd found washed up on the beach.

Her naked body was becoming a rich and sexy tan. Her hair had lightened considerably. Where she had been an all-over medium brown, she now was a light brown, streaks both darker and lighter mixed into her shoulder-length locks.

My beard had grown long enough to trim it with the scissors, and I did a terrible job of it until Bailey took them from me and evened it out. She kissed me after every snap of the scissors, and only once did she almost cut me trying to do so. Her eyes danced like they hadn't in days. It was so nice to see her smiling again, laughing, being a kid, really, but also, being in love. With me.

That love became the focus of a long conversation after breakfast about love itself, about our relationship, and about the truths we had to face when we returned to society.

She confided in me after my trim that she'd been thinking a lot about what would happen when we were rescued. “We can't be together... out there, can we.” It wasn't a question. “I don't want you to go away. I don't want to be without you.”

I kissed her cheek and tried not to feel the sucking hollowness that would cut through me when that day came for us. “No... No, not like we are now.” We had no idea whether my wife or girlfriend had either lived, whether Bailey's mom had survived, or her sister. Whoever was left didn't matter to her statement, not really. “You'll go live with your family, and I'll return to whatever is left of mine...”

We hugged for a long time, stroking each other's backs, small kisses. I admit I felt like a teenager again. It was innocent. Not just new relationship energy, but such a simple, uncomplicated connection between us that being isolated, having only each other, had produced in us. Humans are a social species, and for me and Bailey, we held on tight to the only other person in the world that existed for us in that moment. In that place.

We talked about what to do about finding Gale. We couldn't decide if Gale had been the one to set the traps along our stream, but given that we hadn't seen her yet and that the woman's notebook mentioned seeing someone else, we thought there must be at least four of us on the island.

Every few hours, we took to calling out into the trees, down the beach in both directions. We figured that if there were others here, they might hear us. Might help us.

We hadn't ventured back upstream yet due to our health and because of the bugs just inside the trees. Neither Bailey nor I were yet up for another trip to the North side despite our recovering bodies. We did decide to try again in a couple of days, but it frustrated us to not be able to pursue either person's trail at that point.

So we focused on improving our food situation. Bailey gathered firewood, wild onions, and scouted the treeline to the West. I watched her walk off and smiled at the way her small butt cheeks bounced as she swayed her hips with each step. Even though she was too thin, slender everywhere, her hips had just a hint of the womanly shape she'd start filling out in the future.

While Bailey teased me by blowing me kisses and sticking out her ass as she looked down the treeline, I finally untangled the netting and fishing line I'd found days before. We had several dozen feet of line on two strands, and a few feet of metal leader. The netting was about four feet square, though 'square' would not have described the shape of the frayed mess. The holes in the netting were a couple of inches, though, so I thought it might come in handy in a trap of some kind.

I gathered enough clams for a meal, then set about trying something new. I'd seen plenty of decent sized crabs scuttling about just out of the surf, had even stepped on a few. I was pretty sure I could catch them. As a kid, I'd caught endless blue crabs with just a string and a chicken neck. I wondered how they liked clams.

Two big white heron-like birds watched as I pried open a clam and ripped the meat from the shell. I had used one of the strands of fishing line and twisted the metal a bit, then threaded the meaty clam on as well as I could. I had scored a solid stick with the scissors, then wrapped the other end of the fishing line around, tied it, and rolled the line onto the stick.

The trick to catching a crab is pretty simple. They are used to things moving away when they grab on, currents in the water moving whatever they were trying to catch to and fro. Once you had a crab clamped on, you just had to pull slowly, no jerking, just a steady pulling in of the line. The crab would ride in without a clue.

The other trick is how to secure them once they are in close. Crabs don't catch on until just before you can grab them, and normally a long-handled net would be all you needed. Not having one, I improvised with what I did have. I used two of the narrow metal struts and the ragged netting and made a reasonable, pitiful, approximation of a net. I attached it to the longer strut and ran it through the water a few times to see if it was going to hold up. It did ok.

My crabbing pole in hand, baited and ready, and my net in the other, I cast out a bit and pulled the line taught.

You know you have one on the line when you feel something pulling gently. It can be hard to know sometimes when the surf is moving your bait around, but I was fortunate that my first attempt was in a calm period at the water's edge.

My first attempt also had a taker almost immediately. I pulled the line slowly, the metal leader scrapping across the sand underwater, and I could feel the crab's resistance the whole way. A few feet from me, I could see the crab. It was decent sized, a foot or so across including the legs, and it had one claw clamped down solidly on the clam and wire.

I readied my net, swooped it in from behind, and within a minute of my first cast, I had netted the first crab. I tossed it in the plastic basket we'd used for clams and splashed in some water to keep it alive while I went after number two.

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Fifteen minutes of time netted me nine crabs. It was more than enough for the day, considering the clams I'd already gathered, so I left the survivors to the last bits of clam I'd used and cleaned off my line and net.

Bailey was down the beach a ways and heading back to camp with her hands full. She'd already returned with a decent amount of firewood, so I roused the fire, got the pan going and filled it with water. Boiling strong, I soon had crabs bubbling and turning bright red.

“The crabbing was a success!”

She smiled and dumped the firewood when she walked up. “Hey, check these out, what do you think?” She handed me a couple of purplish grape-sized nuts.

“Dunno. Why don't you crack one open while I pull out the crabs?”

The crabs smelled fantastic as I drained away the water and dumped them on the platter. Bailey used a rock to smash open one of the nuts. Inside, it looked something like a rounded walnut. She sniffed it, shrugged, said, “Should we try one?”

I took a look myself, touched the nut meat to my tongue. I felt we had less chance of being poisoned by the nut than I had by the berries, so I nodded. She cracked the other nut and we chewed a moment before swallowing. “Damn, tastes pretty good, eh? Really good.” Walnut was close to the flavor range, but it was softer, flavor less rich than the more familiar nut. “Where'd you find them?”

“Down where the fallen tree pokes out onto the sand. There's tons of them. I saw at least three trees with these things, they look like bunches of grapes in the branches.”

So long as it wasn't poison, our food situation improved significantly with crabs and nuts. We feasted on the succulent crab meat, hot and sweet and briny and delicious. I'd always loved to eat crabs, and these were caught and cooked fresh, full of meat. I showed Bailey how to crack each segment and within a few tries she was doing pretty good. I showed her the trick to digging out the meat in the body and we left nothing but shells and cartilage behind.

I began to feel better about our food situation. The nuts and the crabs, the clams and the onions, were, so far, abundant and relatively easy to gather. We still had about two dozen cartons of drink mix left, enough to supplement us for a month or so. We were left that early afternoon with nothing to do but explore the treeline and walk the beach to look for anything useful. We poured water to take and grabbed a bundle of the nuts and headed East, rounded the bend and came to the cliff at the end. Nothing useful had been on that stretch, and we sat in the shade to drink water and munch on the nuts.

Bailey was especially amorous that afternoon. Smiling, laughing easily, holding my hand whenever she could. She made it so easy to forget how difficult things had been.

Walking back toward camp, the twelve-year old sang to me. Her voice was beautiful, even if a bit scratchy and rough from our lives on the island. She serenaded me with a love song and kissed my neck between each verse. I couldn't help feeling like every tune from her lips was written just so she could express how she felt for me. We were so isolated, so unavoidably bound together in our separation from the rest of the world, that I drank in each note of her song as if I'd never hear another.

We rinsed up in the stream and I took her hand and ducked into the hut.

“I want you so much, Bailey. Do you feel up to it?”

“Uh-huh. I've been feeling horny all day. I want you inside me again.”

“It's been too long...”

We laid down and wrapped around each other on our sides, my knee between her skinny legs, pressed into her hairless crotch. Bailey was more passionate than she'd been before, her hands moving freely, her lips wet and tasting my skin. She moaned as I swept a hand along her neck and across her little nipples. I sucked her puffs into my mouth, her barely-there breasts tender and sensitive against my tongue. She stroked my chest, kissed my shoulder, ran her leg up my thigh.

My fingers found her sex and parted her thin, swollen labia. Her wetness made her slick, the young girl's vagina dripping cream. I smelled her arousal, the twelve-year old's feminine aroma sweet and rich as it wafted from between her legs. I was consumed by the smell, the taste of her budding flesh, the way her small vagina barely yielded to my finger. Bailey moaned and shuddered and stroked my cock with her knee.

I rolled onto my back and pulled Bailey on top of me, we kissed a moment, let my penis run between her thighs and tease her slit. “Try this...” I turned her around, her mouth over my cock, her tiny sex over my face. I had put both cushions under my head and raise my hips several inches for us to fit together, but when her mouth slid over my dick and my tongue slid through her slickness, we both moaned our pleasure.

Bailey's little mouth moved cautiously along my length. She was still learning how to give me head, her inexperience made her feel so innocent sucking me. She hummed as she rode me with her lips. I lapped against her hairless slit, her vagina hidden between her thin labia. I kissed her clit and licked, Bailey rocking her hips over my face.

I ran my tongue up to her anus, licked her tiny, tiny butthole. She moaned and hummed around my cock. I probed her little hole, felt her pucker barely push in, her body tensing as I rimmed the girl.

My tongue found her clit once more, and Bailey shuddered strongly, her hips becoming a steady cycle of up, hold, down, hold. Over and over she rocked my face, humming so sweetly around my penis. I held her small ass cheeks in my hands, spreading them open in with my palms. I loved looking at Bailey's asshole as I licked her creamy, hairless slit.

Bailey rocked hard twice, three times, four, pulled her mouth off my cock, cried out, bucked, and climaxed on my tongue. “nnnunnn... nuuunnn... uuunnn... uuuuhhh... aaaahhhh... nnnnnuunnn... ooohhh... ooohhh...” I licked from her clit to her anus and back again as she orgasmed, her little body shaking on top of me.

I moved her leg over me, left her on hands and knees, and kissed my way up her body and back again, stopping only to kiss her lips and let her taste herself on mine. I knelt between her legs, fondled her thin butt cheeks. I parted her labia with my fingers and placed the tip of my penis inside her entrance.

The girl arched her back as I penetrated her, letting out her breath, then sucking it in again as I bottomed out against her cervix. She was so fucking tight. So tight. So hot and slick. She smelled in heat, her pussy rich with desire and sweat and wet cunt. “Ohh.. Bailey...” I started stroking in and out of her little snatch. “Ooohhh... Bailey... oooh, you feel so good... your pussy feels so good around my dick... Ohhh, Baby...”

Bailey moaned with each stroke, turned to watch me fuck her, her mouth open and eyes sparkling into mine. Her tight, hot cunt drew my orgasm quickly, my sperm firing out of my dick as I stared into Bailey's eyes. I watched her face as I unloaded inside her little pussy, the girl's eyes half-closing as she felt my hot seed splashing against her cervix. I spurted three, four, five times into Bailey's vagina, the young girl moaning and dreamy-eyed as she took my load inside her.

My cock stayed hard in her, her tight grip keeping my erection going strong. My dick was still leaking cum when I started humping the twelve-year old again. I felt the last of my seed slide out the tip of my penis, the sperm beginning to froth around her labia and my shaft.

I held her waist while I fucked her, thrusting in and out and moaning like I was a zombie. I was in a trance, Bailey and I found a rhythm that made me feel whole, unstoppable, completely euphoric. I felt her body clench and shake. The twelve-year old arched her back, her body tense and straining against my penetration, and climaxed around my penis. “nnuuunn... oooohhh... oooohhh... ooohaaahah... nuuuahhh... nuuuahh.. oooh... ooh, Kal... ooh, Kal... ooh...” She trembled and shook beneath me, her little body sweating and bucking. I stroked in and out of her thin slit as her orgasm slowed and her euphoria became rich and deep.

I could have fucked her pussy all night. I know I slid in and out of her for a long time, in a zone, before I realized she was looking at me with a bit of discomfort on her face. I stopped and asked if she needed a break.

“I'm getting sore down there. I want to keep going, but I'm getting sore.”

I pulled out and kissed her pussy gently before moving up to kiss the girl. “Ok, of course, Love. Don't want you to hurt.”

I held her for a while before she spoke.

“Do you want to put it in my butt?”

I hadn't expected that at all, I'd already felt sated that I'd filled her pussy once already, and here she was offering me her ass. “Do you want me to put it in your butt?”

“I think so... I want to try it, at least.” The girl's curiosity was always strong, and she was no different with sex. “Why do you like it?”

I laughed lightly. “Well... it feels good? I mean, it feels great, really.”

“Better than a vagina?”

“No... different. Your vagina is slick and tender and moist and very tight. Your ass is rougher, grips my cock in a different way, is even tighter than your vagina. And,” I spit in my hand and ran it down to her anus. “I bet I can get deeper inside you there. No cervix to get in the way. We may have to work at it a few times, but eventually you'll be able to take me completely inside you there.”

She looked thoughtful. “Will you cum in there? Even if I don't need to...”

I smiled, “I would love to cum in your butt, Bailey. Would you like to try that now?”

“Yes. You can put it in my butt.”

I slathered more saliva onto my hand and rubbed it against her asshole, pushing as much into her vice-like sphincter as I could. I probed with a finger, her tight pucker unwilling at first to let me sink in to the knuckle. Bailey panted softly, no moans or crying out. She seemed to be concentrating on my penetration, her body still and tense.

I worked my finger in deeper, felt her squishy bowels slide away, felt my dick throbbing and drooling precum. I licked her anus again, then penetrated the twelve-year old's butthole with a thicker finger. She let out a small moan but was quickly frozen again. I pushed in as deep as I could, her ass beginning to yield slightly. In and out and around in a small circle I moved my finger, stretching her little hole. Bailey was rocking back and forth a bit by now, her body responding to the stimulation in her bowels. I smelled her arousal again, her aroma rich and briny and sharp.

Bailey was fucking turned on by my finger in her ass.

I stroked for several minutes, her anus slowly dilating. I'd pull out and her gape would close immediately into the tiny barely-noticeable pucker, but yielded easier each time I reentered. Sperm dripped thick and white from her vagina as my digit opened her backdoor. I probed more, and her tiny hole went from light pink to a richer shade, almost red, as it became slightly swollen, raw from my penetration. Soon, I felt she was ready. “I'm going to put it in your butt now.”

“OK... Put it in my butt, Kal.”

I brought my penis up to her slit and dipped it once, twice, three times between her labia and into her vagina. My shaft and cockhead came out slathered in a sheen of white cream. I smeared it against her butthole and pushed in. The head of my cock popped in surprisingly quickly, and Bailey gasped at the intrusion. Her tight hole strangled my length just under the head, so I pushed in deeper.

Bailey's bowels felt squishy, hot, wonderful as I penetrated her ass. The twelve-year old squirmed and rocked her hips as I sank in, little by little. Her tight hole resisted every centimeter, but it did yield. I didn't expect to get half my cock inside her, but that's about where I was when I finally seemed to reach her limit. She cried out. “Oww.. too much...”

I backed off a bit, tried to note how deep I was. I backed off more, her asshole almost tight enough to push me out. I thrust back in, slowly, Bailey gasping. Out, in, out, in, Bailey moaning. I leaned over her little body, my penis halfway in her ass, whispered in her ear, “Play with yourself, Bailey, you're so close already. Play with yourself, Sweetheart.”

I saw her arm move under her, felt her fingers dancing under my balls as I gently slid in and out of the twelve-year old's butt. Bailey moaned louder, squeezed around my cock. Her fingers moved carefully, methodically, her body rocking steadily and I matched her rhythm with my strokes.

Bailey shivered, “ooh, Kal... ooh... oooh... I like it in my butt, Kal... I... like... it in.. my buuuutt...” She writhed faster and faster, shuddering and tensing. I stroked faster, her hot depths bringing a burning up my shaft. “ooh Kal... ooh Kal... ooh... uunn... nnnnunnn... nnnuunnn...UUUUNNNN... UUNNNN... NNUUUNNN... OOOHHH... NNUUUNN... oooohh... ohhh..” Bailey exploded with my cock in her ass, her body slamming against me, causing my penetration to go an inch deeper.

The twelve-year old bucked and cried out, her head tossing, hairy flying around her shoulders. I thrust once, twice, three times, felt my cock slip deeper, felt her body shiver, and I unloaded in her bowels, spewing my cum hard three, four times far into her guts. “oooHHHH... ooOOHHH... Bailey... I'm cumming in your ass... ooh, Bailey... ooh, Bailey.... ooooohhh....UNGH... UNGH... UNGH.. UNN... ooohhh...” My cock jerked, sprayed semen inside the twelve-year old's butt.

I vibrated against her as I orgasmed, my seed filling her bowels as we both washed with euphoria. I looked down with half-closed eyes to see that my cock was buried completely inside the girl, her anus a swollen ring around my penetration.

I leaned over and wrapped my arms around Bailey's chest, holding her against me with my cock still deep in her ass. “Ohh, Sweetheart... Oh, wow... Oh, Baby...” She panted, mewled each time my penis jumped inside her.

Somehow, I was able to move myself off her body. Bailey's anus did not want to let my cock slip away, the girl sharply intaking her breath when I finally pulled my penis from her butt. I watched her asshole gape for two, maybe three seconds, bright pinkish-red and raw, before closing tightly and mostly disappearing once more.

My cum stayed inside her.

We collapsed together, completely awash in pleasure and love. I kissed her deeply, and she ran her hands along my back and my chest. I lay my head on her, lazily sucked a nipple into my mouth, and held her sex in my palm, holding her genitals gently, tenderly. Bailey stroked my head, my beard, hummed to herself softly as the night outside our shelter grew deeper, the sounds of the night birds calling out, singing for us, easy and free. My little lover fell asleep holding me, and I was right behind her.