Kal, Male, 37

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway, husband of Kate and Bailey

	- 6'1, 190lbs, straight, shoulder-length dark-brown hair

Kate, Female, 37

	- Wife of Kal

	- 5'8, 150lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length curly red hair

Nina, Female, 26

	- Lover of Kate, Kal, and Hakee

	- 5'4, 120lbs, light-brown tanned skin, straight shoulder-length brown hair

Bailey, Female, 14

	- Wife of Kal, mother of Katie

	- 5'5, 130lbs, golden-brown tanned skin, shoulder-length light yellow-brown sun-streaked hair

Keekah, Female, 15

	- Daughter of Manu, sister of Hakee and Mie, cousin of Poln

	- 5'6, 135lbs, mocha-brown skin, waist-length mostly-straight black hair

Gale, Female, 43

	- Wife of Tok

	- 5'5, 130lbs, dark tanned skin, waist-length dark reddish-brown hair

Manu, Female, 33

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, mother of Keekah, Hakee, and Mie, aunt of Poln

	- 5'5, 150lbs, mocha-brown skin, butt-length straight black hair

Hakee, Female, 18
 
	- Survivor from Hahonoko, daughter of Manu, sister of Keekah and Mie, cousin of Poln

	- 5'9, 145lbs, mocha-brown skin, butt-length straight black hair

Mie, Female, 12

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, daughter of Manu, sister of Keekah and Hakee, cousin of Poln

	- 4'9, 95lbs, mocha-brown skin, shoulder-length wavy black hair

Poln, Male, 10

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, nephew of Manu, cousin of Keekah, Hakee, and Mie

	- 4'9, 110lbs, mocha-brown skin, short, wavy dark-brown hair

Tok, Male, 35

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, husband of Gale

	- 6'3, 205lbs, brown skin, shoulder-length wavy dark-brown hair

Amy, Female, 16

	- Stowaway from California

	- 5'6, 125lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length straight black hair

Katie, Female, 8 1/2 - 9 weeks

	- Daughter of Kal and Bailey, first baby born on island

	- Infant, beige skin, sandy red hair

“I'm pregnant!” Amy's words were full of excitement as she announced her news to those gathered around the fire for breakfast. “I wasn't sure for a while, but... I'm pregnant!” She beamed at me and rubbed her stomach for effect.

Congratulations and warm embraces followed, and I held her in my arms a moment, telling her, “I'm so happy for you, Amy!”

“Happy for us,” she replied. “Oh, it is starting to feel real, Kal. I guess it didn't until everyone knew. I'm nervous!”

“Me too. We'll have to make sure Gale and Tok hear the news when they return. They'll be happy for us, too.”

She nodded, looking around uncertainly.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing, nothing. I just feel like I should be doing something to get ready now. I know, it's kinda silly, but now that I've accepted it... I feel so unprepared!”

I kissed her forehead and rested my hand on her abdomen, her lovely young breasts smooth and wonderful just above. “You'll do great. Remember, Bailey just went through this, and Manu's experience will be there for you, too. You and Keekah are in good hands. I promise.”

On cue, Bailey walked over and handed Katie to me, then shared a long hug with Amy. “I'm so excited for you, Amy! This is wonderful! I'm sure Tok will want to build cribs for you both, and I bet Hakee will help me make some new clothing.”

They strode off together towards the water and I stood holding my daughter as she slept peacefully against my chest. There were two more babies on the way, and I felt both scared and excited to think about what was to come.

Keekah, Bailey, and Amy were planning to go foraging for purple nuts and the banana fruits we all loved that morning, and I expected I'd fish with Hakee, Kate, and Nina. I put Katie into the carrier Freya had gotten us and covered the infant to protect her from the sun which was already heating the day.

Nina and Hakee cleaned up around the fire and handled other chores while Kate joined me with poles in hand. We settled in near the shore and Kate rocked my daughter slowly with one hand while we started our quest to pull in some fish.

“Wanted to talk to you, Kate.”

“Of course,” she replied, eyes turning towards me. “What's up?”

“I talked to Amy this morning and she had an idea.”

“Ok...”

“Her ceremony is just a few days from now, and she suggested that she would like to share that with both of us.”

“Both of us?”

“She wants to be bonded to you and me. Together. The three of us.”

Kate looked uncertain. “Oh, I don't know, Kal... it should be her moment.”

“I know, and I said the same. But she said she wanted to include you, that it meant a lot to her for you to be part of it. I think she really likes you, Kate, and she wants you to be part of her life more fully. I think she believes that her ceremony would be complete with you.”

“So I'd be... marrying Amy, too?”

“Basically, yes.”

“I never thought of that...”

“I hadn't either,” I replied, “but I really like the idea of it. And I know it means a lot to Amy.”

“I'll think about it... and talk to her...”

“Good. Amy's really special to me, and knowing she wants to share this with you just makes me melt a little...”

“Aww... you softy.” Kate leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I'll think about it.”

- - -

The girls were gone much of the day, and I cared for Katie most of the time, fishing whenever she was napping, careful to keep the infant covered and cool. Kate spoke no more about Amy's request, and I didn't bring it up again, though I sincerely wanted the redhead to approve and join in. It would cement so many things for Kate, and for me, as well. If nothing else, it would be the symbolic bond to Amy which assured all of us that Kate's role was not that of simply an accepted outsider.

I realized how much Kate's situation left questions hanging. Though I'd many times thought she had fully embraced life on the island, there were certainly moments when it was clear she was still adjusting. Though I thought she no longer struggled with the intimate relationships with the teens, I knew she still worried about her place being the 'old woman.' It wasn't true, to the rest of us, at least, but if Kate felt that way, it was true enough for her.

Still, she'd accepted a lot to stay with me and the others, and it had only been a few weeks since we'd returned to the island. I expected that, with time, she'd find her place and find peace with herself, and I was eager to do anything I could to ensure she got the support and love and confidence she needed to grow with us.

Hakee and Nina took over the fishing and Kate watched my daughter a while as I cleaned the fish and set them to dry. I washed up in the surf and paused a moment to watch Kate rocking Katie slowly, singing to my daughter softly.

That was the root of it all, I realized, and not for the first time I felt sorrow for Kate's inability to bear children. There was no miracle that would happen there, no one-in-a-billion event which would find her body growing our child. It wasn't going to happen no matter what either of us wished for. It was the one real sadness in Kate's life that she had never been able to let go.

As I watched her with my daughter, I found it hard to let it go, myself. I wanted her to find happiness, and part of what was missing her life was her own child. While I would never say that Kate had a strong mothering instinct, at least before the disaster, it was clear each time she held Katie that she was acutely feeling her own loss.

And that drove her doubts about herself, how she was the 'old woman.' She was surrounded by young, fertile teens, one of whom had already given me a child, two more pregnant from my seed. Kate wanted that for herself, and it was the one thing none of us could fix.

We'd talked about it many times, both in our lives before the island and since. Sadness was carefully masked in her thoughts, but it was always just below the surface. She'd never had any hope that her situation might change, despite there being hints of experimental surgeries back before the world went mad which let her pretend, at least for a few minutes, that she might have a child.

The island represented, in many ways, the solidification of her childlessness into her emotions. And as she held Katie to her and sang sweet words into my daughter's ear, I was nearly drawn to tears to think how powerless she felt over the situation, a powerlessness I shared and wished I could overcome.

Kate put my daughter into the carrier and covered her, then sighed. She picked up her fishing pole and Katie and headed back towards the fire.

A light glint on her abdomen caught my eye. As she approached, I offered her a warm smile, trying not to show my sadness for her in that moment. She hugged me and sat aside the pole, placed Katie at our feet. I wiped away the moisture and noticed wetness near her left nipple.

“Did she pee on you?” I asked. It wouldn't be the first time the cloth diaper had leaked onto one of us.

Kate looked down, said, “no, I just checked her... she's dry... just sweat.” It was warm that day, and her flesh was speckled with drops of perspiration. She started wiping away the liquid from her breast.

Another drop appeared.

“Uh... Kate... are you lactating?”

She froze, staring at her nipple.

I lifted her tit and looked closer. “You are!”

Her eyes met mine, wide and excited. “I... I'm lactating?”

I brought her flesh to my mouth and tasted the fluid slowly leaking from her nipple. It wasn't salty or sticky like sweat. It was warm and slightly creamy, a flavor I'd gotten to know well when sucking Bailey's tits. “Yes. That's milk!”

It changed everything in an instant. No, it didn't mean she could become pregnant, that was a physical impossibility, but her physiology had changed, apparently been driven by closeness to Katie, by the infant's nearness to her, and her body had begun to make itself ready to nurse a child.

“Oh, God, Kal! I... must try... Do you think that would be ok? Would Bailey be ok?”

I nodded, smiling. “I think it would be wonderful.”

Kate sat lightly on the edge of a chair and brought my daughter into her arms. The woman looked nervous, giddy, excited by the prospect of breastfeeding Katie. She uncovered the infant's face and offered Katie her left tit.

The girl latched on immediately and started to suckle.

Kate radiated joy as my daughter sucked from her breast. I could only stand and watch, amazed that this was even possible. Kate pulled Katie back a moment to look at her, and we could both see a thin line of her milk slip from the girl's lips.

“She's drinking my milk, Kal... I... I can't believe it!”

And with that, Kate's confidence returned. If she couldn't bare a child, there was something fulfilling at being able to feed one from her body. Kate cried openly as Katie sucked, switching the child to her right breast and ensuring there was milk there, as well.

Bailey, Amy, and Keekah returned and stood close, openly staring at what was happening.

Bailey whispered to me, “Kal... it isn't good for a baby to dry suckle... it wears them out and gives them nothing in return...”

I replied quietly, “I know... believe it or not... Kate has milk...”

“What?” She turned to the redhead and knelt down next to her, staring at where our daughter fed from Kate's tit. “Is it true? You have milk?”

Kate cried harder, smiling through her tears. “Yes... can you believe it?”

Bailey hugged her neck and kissed her cheek. “This is... lovely! Kate... this is wonderful...”

I'd talked to Bailey about Kate's sterility, and she knew how hard it was for the woman to be barren. Bailey understood just how big a moment this was for my first wife.

I stepped back, tears of my own falling slowly. Amy wrapped an arm around me and kissed my shoulder. “This is great, Kal... I know how much this means to her...”

“It does... it really does...”

- - -

Kate's tits were quite sore by the time she let Bailey take our daughter back into our shelter for a nap. I watched as she caressed her tits, drops of her milk occasionally dripping onto her stomach. Kate looked up at me, her tears dried long before, saying, “I never thought that might happen, Kal... I feel... I feel like a woman...”

I knew that she was a woman in many ways, but that one was important to Kate. She couldn't bear a child, no, but there was something incredibly comforting there, something which made her feel less impotent.

“Let's make love, Kal... please...”

It also seemed to turn her on. Maybe not the infant which had sucked from her breasts, but the confidence which had been restored made her feel less like an 'old woman' than before. I smiled at her and knelt down to kiss her lips. “We can go to Hakee and Nina's shelter. Bailey's sleeping in ours...”

I led Kate past where Amy and Keekah showed broad smiles as they roused the fire for supper. We rinsed our feet at the door and went inside. Kate's lips were all over my face and chest as we stretched out together on the bed Hakee shared with her lover.

Kate wasn't interested in foreplay, and frankly, neither was I. The way her body moved was urgent, needful, wanting. I admitted that a small part of me found her even more attractive then, not something I necessarily liked about myself. But her confidence, and the knowledge that she had found something to help fill a long-mourned hole in her life, made me want to be with her with the same urgency she felt.

I moved over Kate's body, parting her thighs as her knees drew up. Her red pubes glistened with sweat and excitement. My penis hovered only a moment above her sex, then she used her fingers to guide me into her body.

I sank into Kate fully, her hot pussy slick with her arousal. I pressed my body over hers as I began to fuck her, our tongues twirling together in our mouths. Kate moaned loudly as she broke to catch her breath. I could feel her writhing below me, each thrust met with a soft grunt and a push back against my groin.

I rutted with her, swelling in her vagina, her body sweaty, her hands sliding over my back and down to my ass where she cupped my flesh and drove me deeper inside her.

She came before I did. “Uhnn... Uhnn... OOOOHH... OOOHH... OOHHH... UUUHNNNNNN...” It was as powerful an orgasm as I could recall from Kate, her hair twisting as her head rolled from side to side, her cries sounding loud in my ears. I felt her pussy spasming around my penetration, her cream coating my shaft as she grew wetter with her climax.

I shuddered and came quickly, grunting against her neck as my jism rushed through the tip of my cock and splashed inside the redhead's vagina. I ejaculated in quick jerks, my body writhing over her, my seed filling her hole and overflowing. I didn't want to stop cumming inside my wife.

Before my orgasm finished, Kate was moving again, her body rolling under me, her hands at my waist, keeping me inside her pussy. She wanted to cum again, and I stayed hard as the redhead slammed her genitals onto mine, quickly climaxing a second time around my cock.

I held inside her body a long time, kissing her lips and neck, her vagina slowly tightening and relaxing as she washed with euphoria. She was out of breath for long moments, her leaking nipples hard against my chest. If I hadn't cum in Bailey's mouth that morning, and minutes before inside Kate's pussy, I'd have been driven to ejaculate again.

Instead, I stayed on top of Kate, my half-hard penis locked in her cunt, soft, lovely words shared with her as we shared that powerful, intimate connection. She whispered, “that was... the hardest... I've cum... in a long time... ohmygod... I feel... so alive... right now... I love you, Kal... I love you...”

I couldn't help noticing the trail of milk which had run down her body to mix with her sweat and mine.

- - -

I held Kate even after I pulled out of her, my arm over her shoulder as her body pressed back into mine, semen leaking from her swollen hole. I caressed her sore breasts gently, not wanting to make her feel discomfort. She seemed to really enjoy my touch there, and held a hand over my fingers, letting me know how much she wanted it.

“I want to talk to her first, Kal... but... I want to do it.”

I knew she meant that she had decided to be included in the bonding ceremony with me and Amy. I kissed her neck and let out a satisfied breath. “I hoped you would say that.”

“I don't know why I resisted. I... I do love her... maybe not the same way I love you, but I do... To know she wants me to join her like that...” Kate started crying again, more tears of happiness.

She said nothing else as I held her and rocked her softly against me. It was only when darkness began to grow over the island that we finally rose and returned to the water to wash up. Kate walked off with Amy for a time while I helped the others finish putting away the day's supplies, including the purple nuts and banana fruits they'd collected.

I held Bailey and Katie to me for a while near the dampened fire, squeezing them softly in my arms. “You ok with this? Kate nursing Katie?”

Bailey replied, “yeah... I know she gets sad sometimes that she can't have a baby... Maybe this helps her?”

“I think it does. She's really happy right now.”

“Good... me too. I love her, too, you know. Kate's been great with Katie, and it's wonderful to know she can feed her, as well...”

“So... no jealousy, then? Not worried that our child is being breastfed by someone else?”

Bailey shook her head. “No... I mean, I don't know what it would be like 'out there' to have a baby, you know? Here, though... it's kinda like Katie is everyone's. I'm special, I know, since I had her, but... well, everyone helps out, I'm not doing it alone, and I kinda like that she's so cared for by everyone. Now, there's something wonderful I can share with Kate, something that makes our baby grow strong. I hope Katie bonds with her, too... I want that for both of them...”

“Me, too, Kitten. Me too...”

Kate returned with Amy, holding hands and laughing together. They stopped near us and Kate smiled, “so, we've decided to do it.”

Bailey looked at her oddly, “do what?”

Kate explained that Amy had asked that her marriage to me include Kate so that the three of us could be bonded together.

Bailey eyed me a moment. “That's really sweet, Kal. Don't you think?”

“I do. I really do.”

Just then, Katie began to fidget and was looking for milk. Bailey started to place our child over her breast and paused, looked at me, then at Kate, said, “too sore to take her?” I noticed the rough bruising around Kate's pink nipples.

Kate smiled, no tears this time, but the joy of that question sank into her quickly. “Never too sore... I'd love to.”