Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 180lbs, medium beige tanned skin, short dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 12

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'9, 75lbs, medium tanned beige skin, shoulder-length brown hair

Keekah, Female, 12-15(?)

	- Young teen on Isla Gale

	- 5'1, 105lbs, mocha-brown skin, waist-length mostly-straight black hair

I awoke on Day fourteen feeling better than I had in over a week. I didn't feel ravenous. Well, except for wanting my young lover again. Bailey breathed lightly, still sleeping as dawn broke into our shelter. I rose and left her, headed to the surf and took a piss. My urine steamed in the humid warm air, the chill of days past gone for the moment. I watched pelicans swoop by in twos and threes, skimming the surface of the water, the waves rougher than normal, tops tipping over into white foam.

I moved a bit West and searched for clams, finding a few, and even more scallops and oysters. Rousing the fire, I sat aside the shellfish and headed back to the water to crab. A half hour later I had six good sized ones, and another that looked like the king of the crab tribe. I put water on to boil and moved west down the treeline to find the purple nut trees Bailey had discovered.

The trees were easy to spot, just beyond a big log that was fallen halfway on the sand. The trees had long, broad green leaves, heavy and thick. Bailey's description of them looking like bunches of grapes was spot on, the nuts hung in clusters of several dozen all over each tree. Most were higher up, out of reach, but I gathered two big bunches and returned to camp.

I froze when I looked down the beach, saw Bailey frozen in place.

A light-mocha skinned girl stood a dozen feet from her, long black hair down to her waist. The girl was naked, taller and more curvy than Bailey, rounder, more developed, a touch of baby fat around her stomach and cheeks. She had small breasts with rich, dark areole, and a full, black bush between her thighs. I guessed her for an early teen, but it was hard to say from my distance.

Bailey began talking to her, gesturing, pointing back toward me and the camp. The brown-skinned girl spoke as I walked up slowly, words beyond my comprehension. I didn't recognize the language or even its phonics, the girl's voice singsong and lilting. She was urgent, insistent. She looked frightened, a bit desperate.

“Kal!” Bailey exclaimed when she saw me. “She was just there when I came back from peeing. Just standing there. She called out to me. I don't understand her at all.”

“She looks scared. Is this your mysterious face? The one you saw in the trees a few days ago?”

“I... I think so, maybe. I dunno...” Bailey turned to me, looked uncertain. “What do we do?”

I pondered, felt a rush that a new person was with us, felt euphoria at the simple pleasure of knowing another human existed, even if I couldn't understand a word she spoke. “Let's see if she needs some water, food.” I nodded for Bailey to continue her 'conversation' with the girl.

“Uhh... Food? Thirsty?” Bailey brought three fingers together, opened her mouth, and brought her fingers to her face, the twelve-year old trying to get across the idea of eating to the girl.

The brown girl walked to Bailey, stood close, leaned into my lover's body, and kissed her lips. She held still a few moments, watching me as if awaiting instructions. Bailey pulled back, surprised, and came to my side.

I held Bailey's arm, said, “I think she misunderstood, I think you may have told her to kiss you.”

Bailey blushed, her tan skin accented by a beautiful scarlet. “Well, she kissed me, but not like you do. Just held it there.”

“Take her hand, let's see if she'll walk back to camp with us.” Bailey walked to the girl, held out her arm in invitation. The brown-skinned girl took her hand and they followed me back to our fire. I offered her water, and she drank deeply one and then two cups before pausing.

“Keeora. Keeora. Keeora.” The girl started on a third cup, Bailey and I sat and the girl had one for ourselves. As she sat, I saw between her legs for the first time. Dark, swollen labia descended just barely below the fur covering the rest of her sex. Her bush wasn't thick, but dark, blending somewhat into her mocha skin. The excitement of the girl's arrival and the brief view of her parted thighs had my penis hardening. I saw her look at my lap a bit too long before looking at Bailey and sipping her water.

“Hungry?” I felt stupid, talking gibberish to the girl, asking a question she had no clue how to comprehend. I tried a better imitation of eating, using my hands on the platter to simulate lifting something and putting it in my mouth. The girl nodded vigorously, sang a long string of conversation that neither of us could follow, but we had understood she was hungry.

I started the water boiling, handed the girl and Bailey the purple nuts. The girl wasted no time smashing them with a rock and seemed to be familiar with the treats. Bailey nibbled on a nut, handed me part of another as I slung live crabs into boiling water. “Who do you think she is?” Bailey asked, watching the girl watching her.

“I don't know. Kinda looks like the Maori we saw on some of the island stops. Wonder if she was on the ship, or how else she may have gotten here. At least she doesn't look horribly malnourished, she's still got some baby fat on her body.”

Bailey looked at the girl's breasts, down between her legs. “She's about my age, I think. Farther along than me, but, I dunno, about my age, I guess. What should we call her?”

“Try asking her name. Point to yourself and say your name a couple of times, then point to me and say mine. Maybe she'll get the idea.”

Bailey did so, “Bay-Lee. Bay-Lee. Bay-Lee.” Then, “Kal. Kal. Kal.”

The girl stared a moment. “Kow. Kay-nee,” pointed to herself, said “Kee-kah. Kee-kah. Keekah.” Close enough. I wasn't sure if she'd just given us her name or some characteristic of herself. Both Bailey and I repeated her name and our own, and the girl smiled and blushed for the first time. It was a minor breakthrough, but it felt great.

The crabs were done very quickly, and I pulled them off, using improvised utensils to pile the steaming delicacies onto the platter. We let it cool just a moment before offering them to Keekah. The girl tore into one, had no difficulty in breaking shells and scooping out the meat from legs and the body. Bailey smiled, cracked open another and fed herself and me as they exchanged smiles and giggles and I put the scallops, oysters, and clams into the pot.

“Where do you think she's been living?”

I shook my head. “Very good question. She doesn't look too bad off. Definitely doesn't look like someone whose been living on her own for long. Her hair's a mess, but she's doesn't look too bad off. I wonder if there are others about... or maybe she's alone, hasn't been here all that long.”

Bailey was smiling at the girl, Keekah giggling and munching on crab meat. The twelve-year old sighed, “I wish we could talk to her. I want to know who she is.”

“Yeah. Work on it. Try showing her something, like the platter, see if you can learn some words, and teach her yours. I'll help, too.”

Bailey picked up the now-empty plastic platter, pointed to it. “Plate. Plate. Plate.”

“Plaaate. Plate.” Keekah seemed to get what Bailey was doing. “Prehtie. Prehtie.” Bailey repeated it.

The shellfish were done and cooling as Bailey and Keekah exchanged words for fire, the sky, and a tree. Keekah then suggested one. She pointed to her ear, “Taringa... Taringa...” We both repeated her and she moved on to her nose, eyes, and either her lips or mouth, the latter being something like 'Waa-ah.' Then Keekah pointed to her breasts, the girl's small breasts were round, pert, nipples dark atop dark brown areole. Small, but a clearly a maturing young teen's growing mounds. “Yew. Yew.” She tapped her chest, her tits jiggling and making me aroused. She seemed not to notice my hardon rising and instead pointed to Bailey's chest. “Yew.”

Bailey laughed, “I dunno, she means my titties, right?”

I smiled, “I think so.”

Bailey touched her tiny puffs, the little mounds just popping from her chest. “Titties. Tit-ees.”

Keekah touched Bailey's puffs, got close “Tit-een.” The girl ran her fingers cross Bailey's titties, the small nubs swelling and flushed. Bailey's cheeks reddened to match her chest, looked at me. “Go ahead,” I told her as I grinned.

The twelve-year old patted Keekah's small, dark, soft mounds, and the two giggled at the simple, innocent exchange. Keekah pointed to my chest, said “Yew-ma. Yewma.”

I patted myself, said, “Chest. Chest.”

“Kept,” she replied, off target but close enough. I shrugged, her hands rising to my chest and rubbing it gently. Her touch was so soft, not sexual, just curious fingers.

I couldn't help myself from touching hers. “Yew.” I slid my hands over her soft mounds, nipples erect, skin warm and brown. My penis hardened, and I saw Keekah looking at it. This time, she blushed and looked away, a small smile on her face. I fondled her breasts for longer than she'd touched mine, but I couldn't help myself. As a man who had had nonstop access to four nice mature breasts only a couple of weeks before, I had to feel Keekah's young tits in my hands. She sat quietly, a smile on her face, my fingers stroking and gently squeezing her tits.

Bailey watched me, mouth open slightly, and I realized she might not know how to handle her lover touching another female that way. I pulled back and set the clams out for our third course. We quickly put them away and washed them down with big gulps of fresh water.

We didn't know what to do next. Bailey and Keekah continued to trade words, no longer focused on their bodies but instead on shells, leaves, that sort of thing. The wind picked up, grew strong from nothing in only minutes. It swept over the treetops, birds squawking and shooting randomly into the air as if they suddenly had somewhere more important to be. The wind blew south over the surf and pounded against the incoming waves, sending bubbles of foam and briny spray into the air.

I smelled rain immediately and quickly covered the fire. The air grew cool, my skin chilling in the wind and sprinkles. Keekah looked a bit frightened, eyes wide and looking for somewhere to hide from the storm. She identified the shelter quickly. Bailey led the way, taking Keekah's hand and ducking inside. I followed.

We stood in the room for a few minutes, shared the towel to dry, and debated whether the storm would fly by quickly or linger. Bailey sat first. I watched my lover's crotch as she bent over first, offering me a clear view of her twelve-year old hairless pussy and tiny anus.

While I laid out the towel near the far end of the container to dry, Keekah sat beside Bailey, and I saw the brown-skinned girl's sex clearly for the first time as she squatted, ass pushed out toward me. Her slit was less hairy than it seemed from the front, her dark bush mostly on her Mons, above her slit. Sparse black hairs trailed up from her dark labia, stopping at the edge of her perineum, the girl's anus dark and puckered above. Keekah settled on her knees next to Bailey, and I returned and sat beside my lover, holding her close to me.

Bailey's skin was chilled, the air really dropping in temperature fast. I longed for the fire, but the rain was driving, left us no chance to warm ourselves that way. Keekah was shivering, Bailey too.

I took Keekah's hands, the girl looking uncertain. I pulled her out and down, pushed against her waist and ass to flatten her back and legs. Stretched out, mostly on her stomach, I made Bailey lay down half-over her, her arm around Keekah, fingers settled against the side of the brown girl's breast. I laid down behind her and wrapped my arm over the girls.

I could feel little bodies shivering below me, Bailey's little bubble butt shaking against my groin. I tried hard to ignore the heat radiating from her genitals as my penis rested between her thighs. Bailey's feminine aroma was light, I smelled hints of jasmine and sweat and warm flesh.

Slowly, I could feel the twelve-year old warm against me, her flesh forming fewer goosebumps, fewer tremors from the chill. I rubbed Bailey's arm, ran my hands over the side of her stomach, down her thigh.

Bailey ran her hands along Keekah's arm, the twelve-year old's tan beige flesh against the mocha-skinned girl beautiful and delicious. Bailey's hands moved down to the girl's lower back and over her rounded butt cheeks. It was so innocent, so wonderful to feel Bailey against me, watch her slowly stroke the girl's skin and warm it.

We grew tired together as we waited out the rain after the feast of crab and clams and purple nuts. I heard Keekah snore lightly as the rain pounded through the trees and against our metal shelter. Bailey was breathing softly, her young body pressed between my adult frame and Keekah's maturing young form.

- - -

I woke slowly as the rain sounded weaker, less threatening. I listened, heard the sounds of two girls breathing steadily below me. It took a moment to realize that the head of my penis was resting against Bailey's labia. I was hard, a slow throb shivering down my shaft with each heartbeat, mine and Bailey's.

I wanted my lover badly in that moment, needed to feel her skin move on mine, to feel myself held tightly inside her body. I knew we were laying over Keekah, but I couldn't help myself. I pressed in very slowly, Bailey's little swollen pink labia parting around my penetration. She was no less tight than before, her channel opening slowly as my penis pushed inside. Bailey was just slick enough to move into carefully, and I was soon pressing against her cervix, the twelve-year old's short vagina taking half my length.

My load was already burning in my balls. I was so fucking turned on. Bailey slept, as did Keekah, or at least, I thought they did, Bailey pressed between my body and Keekah's. I withdrew somewhat, savoring the slick, tight velvet suction the young girl's pussy created as I moved within her. Gently in, gently out, my breathing slow, my slowly moving body not betraying the spasms I felt inside my groin.

I rocked into my little lover, her body accepting my penetration, but just. My penis pressed against her cervix and pulled away and slid in again, the twelve-year old's slickness coating my shaft and her labia with a thin sheen of white cream. Bailey moaned and her pussy spasmed and tightened. She pulled her arms back, away from Keekah's breasts and onto my thigh. She moaned again, pushed her ass back against me gently.

I shuddered as she touched my skin and whispered, “oh... Kal... oh...” I pressed my penis against her cervix, slid back, again fully inside, out slowly, in slowly, out, in. I shuddered as I stroked. It felt so gentle, so innocent in a way. Bailey's quiet breathing and the lightest of moans filled my ears, her little body warm against mine, her vagina a hot, tight sheath around my cock.

I pushed in slowly once, back, twice, back, a third time, felt my cock twitch, my body tensed, my penis ejaculating a thick stream of semen into Bailey's little pussy. I rolled against her slender body, squirting twice, three times against her cervix, the girl's moans just audible above the buzzing in my body. My cock throbbed out jism in my lover's snatch, and I held against her tightly, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck and shoulders.

We panted quietly, aware once more that we weren't alone. Keekah hadn't moved, hadn't given any sign that she was aware of us. I rested inside Bailey, my penis randomly jerking as it softened. I slipped out, watched my semen run out and slide down her thigh. Bailey slowly stroked my arm as I nestled my half-erect member between her butt cheeks, the warm flesh there sending tingles into my euphoric body, the scent of slick, young pussy and thick sperm wafting from where her vagina leaked my seed.

I heard the rain driving against the metal once more, and I settled into my little lover and held her tight, the young brown girl breathing quietly and undisturbed, or so I assumed.