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, 9 - 9 1/2 weeks

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

	- Infant, beige skin, sandy red hair

The overbearing heat we'd managed to avoid over the summer months in the Southern Hemisphere arrived late on March 17th. Like the previous summer, it was oppressive and relatively dry. The breeze became a fleeting thing, and the heat was such that we all had to avoid overdoing it for several hours in the middle of the day. We were headed towards autumn in a few days, and I hoped the heatwave would break as quickly as it had arrived.

For three days, we sweltered. We adjusted our schedules to be up well before dawn, rest during the midday, and pick back up as soon as it began to cool each evening, 'cool' being a very relative term. There was little relief for us as we tried to sleep, and we immediately started laying out blankets on the sand to get what little cooling effect we could. Inside the shelters, sleeping was almost impossible, at least for me.

Bailey and I worried greatly about the effects of the heat on Katie. One of us had to stay with her as we kept her in shade and as lightly covered as possible, wet rags used to cool the infant's body every few minutes. She showed no ill effects, thankfully, and we did our best to get along with the daily chores without becoming overheated ourselves.

It meant a lot of work in the dark hours before sunrise. Being around the fire pit was nauseating, and other than breakfast, we resorted to eating from our dried and stored supplies. It meant less fishing since we couldn't bear the heat of tending the meat on the drying racks or in stews, so we all spent a lot of time catching up on chores which required less movement and more hours in shade, things like mending sheets and repairing cast nets.

Gale, Tok, Mie, and Poln returned on schedule a few hours after Nina and Hakee went North. They were all coated with sweat from their trip, and the four of them napped most of the day they returned, the exertion of crossing the island carrying bags of vegetables in the still heat mitigated only slightly by the cover found moving through the trees.

We decided to delay the ceremony with me, Amy, and Kate until we had more accommodating temperatures, none of us wanting to spoil the moment by feeling miserable during the wedding.

It could have been a lot worse. The previous summer had severely tested my ability to endure. I'd seriously considered looking for a way off the island, would have killed for a small glass of ice water. Those days in mid-March brought back that longing, and for the first time since I'd returned from Papeete, I felt again a desire to be somewhere with conditioned air and a freezer.

It was different this time, though. I'd been off the island since those months. I'd rested in rooms with cooled air, enjoyed frosty drinks, and while those pleasures were now beyond me, the longing for the comfortable surroundings was not as strong. It was far more important to me to stay with my family and survive, and the comforts we did have on the island were unmatched by what the remains of civilization offered us over the horizon.

Still, I'd only endured three days of the blistering heat and still air at that point, and I knew that the longer it went on, the harder it would be not to consider the alternatives.

Not that we had an easy way to leave, even if we wanted to do so. We had no functional boat, the Hahanokoan's vessel long ago sunk to the South after our harrowing trip back from the North of the island. The boat that Freya and Kelv had stolen to bring me back had returned with them to Tahiti, and it was unclear whether they, or anyone from there, would ever return to visit.

The only real options, one not within our control, were the Uhonamonans and their trade visits. It had only been a few weeks since they had arrived seeking to barter, and I expected they, like us, were doing their best to do little and avoid the hot sun. I reckoned that they would return as they promised at some point, but even so, they were unlikely to trade a boat or be willing to transport anyone to Tahiti or elsewhere.

I realized I was drifting and letting such fantasizing take off as the midday sun pounded down like a hammer against the anvil of my body. The heat had arrived without warning, and seemed to be building with each day. Bailey and Katie were sprawled out beside me across a blanket we'd spread over the sand under the shade near the treeline. I thought about whether, if given the chance, I'd take them and the others and try to find somewhere else to live.

The idea was more troubling than I'd first believed. The island was more than just some random place to me. It was almost a member of our family. It provided us sustenance and the isolation from the rest of the world that mostly kept us safe. It even provided shade to help ease our late-summer heat. Leaving the island would be like abandoning someone I cared for deeply.

It was a bit silly, I suppose, but I'd spent over five hundred days on the island, even excluding those where I was rotting in Papeete, and I'd grown fond of every game trail and blooming bush, still marveled at the birds which flew in from who knew where to feed and bear their young. The hare and pig populations had begun to reappear after a few weeks of us unsetting traps. They, too, were part of the island and its bounty and its attraction.

It made me think again to the conversation I'd had with Gale and Manu, and I'd come no closer to accepting that our time on the island might be self-limiting. Despite the doubts, I still believed we could use a composting system of some sort to keep the fields robust and the crops thriving. I knew it might involve a great deal of labor in the weeks before planting anything, but it seemed worth the effort.

I knew they were right, of course, that our agricultural situation meant that we couldn't continue to sap the nutrients from the soil and expect future crops to be abundant. We had little arable land to begin with, and there were often weeks and months between significant harvests. We had enough for all of us as things stood, but I knew that Gale was right about that becoming less certain over the months.

It drew me back to the idea of leaving, and I couldn't help feeling like a part of me would be ripped out. The heat was causing me to be nauseous again, and I sipped water while trying to ignore the problems we'd have to face in the months to come.

- - -

The evening of March 19th brought a bit of relief when a thunderstorm roared up from the South and brought cloud cover and a forceful breeze in the hours before it struck. We used that opportunity to fish and make a hot meal, enjoying fried Silverbacks, as Bailey had named them, with some of the dried limes for which we'd traded when the Uhonamonans had visited. Though we'd been eating hot breakfasts over those days, it was rather enjoyable to wrap up the evening with something so satisfying.

It was easy to take for granted what we had. Someone looking at our life on the island from somewhere like Tahiti might not understand the bounty we enjoyed. But we were full, never going without food, and we had plenty of fresh water to drink, more than enough real work to keep us busy. Before coming to the island, I'd retired and lived a life that included few concerns about such basic needs, but compared to living such a survival-based existence, it was wholly unsatisfying to consider ever going back to anything close to what I had then.

Amy sat next to me as we finished our meal, and her body language suggested she wanted to enjoy the cooler weather with more than just food. We helped clean up before the storm hit, and as everyone retired to shelters to get an early start on rest, she and I stood down near the surf watching lightning striking some miles off.

Tok had already started building cribs for the babies she and Keekah carried. It had been something which could be done in the shade, and it provided both teens a chance to help prepare for what would come only a few months away.

We held hands and kissed a moment before she said to me, “does it turn you on, Kal? Knowing I'm pregnant?”

I smiled, replied, “absolutely. I mean... you turn me on just being you, Amy, but there is something extra special knowing that you are carrying my child.” I ran my hand over her belly, pretended I could feel a bulge growing there. She wasn't showing yet, her pregnancy only about eight weeks along, but I knew she was beginning to feel her body change. “You?”

“Definitely... Kinda like the idea of being with you right now, if you want...”

“Always.” I glanced towards the South and measured the approaching storm. “We have a few minutes before its going to get dangerous.” I looked back towards the shelters. “Looks like the others are inside already, where did you have in mind?”

She smiled, then turned around, bending over. “How about right here...”

I slid my hands over her round ass cheeks. Amy's body was beautiful all over, but when she bent over and rested her hands on the sand, offering me her willing holes, she was downright sexy. I ran my fingers over her hairy slit, could feel the sweat moistening her pubes and dark labia. My cock grew hard quickly.

I sank down a moment and pressed my face against her crotch, inhaling her heady mixture of brine and arousal. I tasted the sixteen-year old's discharge and found it strong and wonderful, the flavors of her body changing ever-so-subtly as her pregnancy went forward.

Amy moaned as I licked her clit and probed her tight little vagina with my tongue. I slathered my saliva around her vulva, teasing her anus a moment before bringing her to orgasm by rapidly circling her clit.

I rose and put the head of my penis against her body, then pressed inside, filling Amy's pussy with my length. She let out a long moan as I sank in, then held herself mostly still as I started to fuck her body.

It had been days since I'd had any release, the heat too overbearing to do anything more than dream about sex. Amy was clearly very horny, and in just over a minute, she came again as my balls slapped noisily against her clit.

It didn't take me long to feel my body begin to tense and strain. Amy's slick channel tightened suddenly as she clamped down, her cunt hot and slippery as my precum leaked into her body. I took her hips and pulled myself against her harder, faster, heavy grunts coming from her mouth as I started to swell inside Amy's pregnant vagina.

The sixteen-year old moaned as she felt me begin to let go. Semen rushed out of me and into the girl. Days of build up flushed rapidly from my balls, a heavy flow of thick cum filling Amy's cunt as I growled my release. My penis jerked and squirted, ejaculate running out of her hole and down my balls and her thighs.

I held still a moment before bringing her body upright. My cock slipped free and I felt a big load of jism slide out immediately to soak into the sand. I turned her around, kissed her trembling lips, and led her to the water where we rinsed off quickly just as the rain began to fall.

“I needed that...” she said as we walked towards our shelter.

“Me, too... Love you, Amy.”

She purred and kissed my shoulder, “I love you too, Kal.”

- - -

Despite the cool reprieve, the storm raced off to the Northwest in the night and well before dawn, it was clear the heat would be rapidly returning. I was due to go North, this time with Kate, and in the early hours before sunrise, we rounded up our gear and ate a quick meal while the others hustled through the chores before the heat arrived.

Manu suggested that Keekah go with us, saying that the teen had an idea that might shore up where some of the irrigation ditches regularly created choke points.

I wasn't to sure. “But she's pregnant, Manu. What if she falls on the rocks?”

I worried about that part of the trip often, but as of yet, we hadn't come up with any sensible way to improve the rockfall. It was stable, and so far, we'd had no incidents, but it seemed just a matter of time before someone fell and was hurt. Unfortunately, the other options sent us around towards the East end of the island and made the trip more difficult in other ways, especially in the heat. While we'd considered trying to clear the rocks and carve natural steps into the rise, we'd concluded the task was beyond us at that time, at least until we had a few days to dedicate to the job, and that wasn't likely to happen any time soon.

Manu gave me a look like I was a well-intentioned but naïve man. “She'll be fine. Keekah is more nimble than you, and a woman's body is better at protecting itself than you must believe.” She planted a kiss on my cheek. “You can't keep her from doing her duty, Kal, at least not for some months yet. We need the irrigation working better, and Keekah wants to go take care of it.”

I nodded, said, “alright. Sorry, I just don't want to see her get hurt. I know I'm being protective of her. Not that Keekah ever needed my protection. Just the opposite, really.”

Manu smiled, “my daughter is stubborn and strong. She makes a good wife, yes?”

“A very good wife. And a great friend as well.”

Keekah had already gotten her things together as if there was nothing to consider, and together with Kate, we headed off along the stream, eager to get to the cabin before the day's heat made the humid interior of the island feel like a sauna.

- - -

We visited with Nina and Hakee briefly before they headed out, the day's temperature already stifling and made worse by the humidity which had swamped the island and left dense fog near the lake and along the shore.

They had picked little during their stay. Gale, Tok, and the others had harvested most of what was ready, and it looked like we'd have a week or more before a significant haul could be had again. Despite that being quite normal and expected, it reinforced the issue we'd face all too soon with our crops.

Kate, Keekah, and I refreshed ourselves after the trek by bathing together in the lake. The water was lukewarm but it felt great. Part of the lake featured trees which leaned out a few meters, providing us a shady spot to clean up and play.

It was obvious that Kate was horny despite the heat, but I found myself drowsy for a time, enjoying her kisses and touches, but my erection was not forthcoming and I could only slip my fingers below the water and slide them into her slit and Keekah's.

I fingered them a while as they kissed, Kate's tits still quite sore from breastfeeding Katie. She sucked on Keekah's for a time, and I wondered if she might enjoy drinking milk from the teen when her body was ready to feed our growing child. I suspected strongly that the idea very much turned on Kate.

They rode my fingers for a time but didn't orgasm. Kate really wanted to fuck me, as did Keekah, and despite the heat, they set about bringing me to hardness.

I reclined against the edge of the lake and the grassy soil which grew there. Keekah took me in her mouth greedily, then shared my penis with Kate. Slowly I began to harden despite the heat, and in moments, Kate was over me, my hard cock slipping into her welcoming pussy. Keekah slid over my face and played with her own clit while I licked her cunt and probed her asshole with my tongue.

They switched places after a few minutes and my face was soon pressed into Kate's lovely crotch while Keekah rode me slowly. The dark-skinned girl finally orgasmed, her pregnant body rushing into a shuddering climax, her vagina growing slick as her cream slid down my penetration.

Kate came on my face and I lapped up her juices, then shared a kiss with Keekah.

I felt a very tight hole slide slowly down my length, and I knew Kate had put me in her ass. The woman let out a long growl as the discomfort mixed with pleasure. Kate's anus was rougher where she had let her pubes go unshaven for weeks around her holes, and the friction blended wonderfully with the tight slickness of her rectum.

I couldn't last long with Kate sliding her asshole up and down my length. I thrust up into her body and unloaded, ejaculating forcefully into her bowels, filling the redhead with powerful eruptions of my cum.

She panted over my legs as I filled with pleasure, my cock quickly shrinking after leaking the last of my sperm in her butt. Kate slipped off me and dunked herself in the water, pushing my jism from her bowels. Then she leaned onto the bank next to me, and I swapped light kisses with the women as the heat began grow thick.

Another round of cooling off in the water followed, and then we retired for the afternoon to a shady spot overlooking the North beach. As so many times before, the Pacific Ocean showed only blue water and whitecaps splashing in ragged lines to the horizon, where the shimmering distance obscured the intersection of sea and sky.