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Chapter 122: A Confession

For the next ten days, the rains hammered the island. There was a great deal of wind, but only a little thunder, and none of the frightening cloud-to-ground lightning strikes which often accompanied the powerful storms. Kate and Amy headed North one morning during a lull to see if Manu and Amu wanted to be relieved from the watch and their work on the gardens, but returned later that afternoon with Mie and Poln, Manu and her lover content to stay another few days.

Kate told me that the two were enjoying their time together. It was clear to her that Manu needed the time with Amu, that she had wanted someone who would love her and care about her, and she enjoyed doing the same for him. Mie and Poln were sent back to camp so that the two lovers could enjoy some time to themselves.

The rain limited our activities around the camp, but unlike the lightning storms, still left us some opportunity to collect shellfish. We couldn't seem to draw in the crabs, and the regular fish were not taking bait, but the clams and oysters were plentiful, along with a few mussels which had appeared in more quantity over the recent weeks.

Meals were cooked inside the common room, and those of us in camp regularly gathered together to enjoy breakfasts and suppers together. Even Karana hung out with us, though the dog rarely left Mie's side.

I made love with my wives, and with Hakee and Nina over those days, but I saw no indication that Kylana or her sisters had any interest in joining me or the others, though they, along with Humanu, were becoming more social and friendly around us. Keekah, Hakee, and Popko were teaching them English at a rapid pace, though they still had some ways to go.

I saw no further signs of Popko's interest in Humanu or vice versa, and Nina told me, after I asked about it, that the young man had not talked to her about joining her in bed. I told only my wives about the scene Keekah and I had witnessed, and only because I believed it important not to keep such things from them. I asked discretion, though, and they all agreed to not mention it until the young men were ready to discuss it or make it known. Whether or not the two were sneaking away for private times, I didn't know, but in the rain, with all of us staying inside most of the time, it would have been hard to find moments to disappear together.

Katie started teething in those days, the infant squirming a bit more than usual. Kate identified it first, and with the help of a teething ring which came in the supplies Freya had secured for Katie before leaving Papeete, we were able to calm the girl down. After three or for days, the first little tooth broke through her gums. I couldn't stop smiling at how quickly Katie was growing. She was now over nineteen weeks old, and each day, I found my love for her growing stronger.

We were well into the late fall in the Southern Pacific, and, at least for the time being, the lovely autumn warmth was lost with the passing front. We had enough robes, pajamas, and slippers to go around, a random collection from the crashed boat and supplies from Papeete, and many of us took to wearing them during cool mornings and late nights. I have to admit that, while I loved seeing the women in camp naked, it was equally arousing to see how their bodies shaped the robes, getting glimpses from time to time through openings of bare flesh and barely-concealed genitals.

We tried to contact the Uhonamonans with the radio at the scheduled time, but either the storm prevented the communication, or more likely, they had not had anyone listening for our call. It worried me a bit, to be honest, but from the distance, there was nothing we could do. We had another call arranged for two weeks hence, and I hoped we'd get a response at that time.

Amy and Bailey kept up their schooling of Mie and Poln, and at times, Kate and I took on that role with the teens, as well. It was an interesting dynamic, to be sure. My three teen wives, two pregnant and one still nursing our child, were our students as we did our best to teach them history and chemistry and mathematics without the benefits of a modern classroom. We had a few books which helped the process, and the girls were very eager to learn all they could from us. It led to a great many discussions on many different topics, and each time we held a lesson, I swelled with pride to see the girls grow.

We included Mie and Poln in some of those, as well, though most of their education was done by Amy and Bailey, with Keekah supplementing at times. I really thought it was important to continue their education beyond just the things we needed to survive. It might matter, one day, and besides, with the rain pounding down, we had some free time to expand on our lessons.

It was harder to incorporate the Uhonamonan teens, but thanks to Popko's translations, they, too, were able to take part, and I found that Kylana, especially, was eager to participate. The twins and Humanu joined in, but from them there was a decided lack of enthusiasm.

Bailey and Amy were especially thankful for the crate of new notebooks I'd secured from Uhonamona. They reorganized their writings, including the nature journals and survival notes, ensuring that we kept multiple copies of each in case of emergency. They recruited me and Kate to help with the copies, and Keekah contributed drawings and translations into her native language as needed.

It was over this time that Kate decided to keep a journal. Like Gale and I, she wanted to record her thoughts and experiences. I'd like to include here a section from what she wrote on May 25, her fifth entry in the journal:

Katie is so beautiful. I can't stop smiling when I see her. I love holding her and letting her drink from my body. I love the way she makes Bailey glow, the way Kal holds her so gently against his chest. In all my days of being barren, I never knew I could feel this way about someone else's child. I never understood how warm a little smile could make me feel. I pick her up and... I just melt. When she drinks my milk, I feel so powerful, so much more than just a barren women. I give life to Katie, in my own way, and though she never lived in my body, I've begun to think of her as my own child in some senses. I can never thank Bailey and Kal enough for letting me have this in my life. I never knew I needed it, but now that I know Katie's love, I never want to be without. I can't wait for Amy and Keekah to give birth... I hope they, too, allow me to love their children as my own...

Kate's words had been expressed many times to me and to Bailey. She wasn't recording in her journal private thoughts which were unvoiced. She told me often that Katie made her feel that way, that she loved Bailey and I for giving her the opportunity to be a big part of the infant's life. Bailey and I both felt blessed to have Kate take that role, and we knew how lucky we were that the beautiful redhead had found some peace by giving so freely to another.

Our growth as a family, as a community, had, in many ways, mirrored Kate's own path. I found myself caring about the others before myself, willing to do whatever was needed to ensure that they found more than survival on the island. It went beyond the sexual relationships, and well beyond the specific bonds I'd cemented with my wives. I felt that each person was integral to my happiness, and I did everything I could to be certain the others felt the same. I found that dedication, that love, reflected by each member of our small group.

Even with the newcomers, it was clear they were becoming enmeshed in our communal lifestyle. Kylana began, more and more, to do things without being asked, to smile and offer a greeting in rough English. She was first to clean up after supper, hauled firewood into the common room despite the pouring rain, and stayed busy at chores until everything necessary was done. Kylana set an example for her sisters and brothers, and they, too, were beginning to incorporate strongly into our group.

Popko was still new, and also a bit of an enigma. The young man had all the right skills and the eagerness to join in, but something held him back. He rarely offered to be the one to do anything. Not that he refused when someone asked him to gather clams or check the water in the reservoir, but he never stepped up and did it on his own. I couldn't tell in those days if it was the newness or something else. I was willing to give him time, but I wondered if he was having a harder time adjusting than it seemed.

Regardless, the rains finally swept away in the early morning on May 27th, and those of us in camp spent a long, hurried day fishing and gathering firewood and dealing with all the other tasks which the storm had kept us from handling.

There were many signs that the pig population was booming. Hakee had been managing the traps for a few weeks, though we had mostly kept them unset while the hares and pigs rebounded. She noted that there were many more uprooted trees than normal when she put out a couple of traps after the rain eased up, a typical sign that the pigs were around and their numbers growing. It was less clear, however, how the hares were performing. We'd find out more when Hakee returned to check the traps.

The barrel of rough butter from the raid turned out to be one of the best things we recovered. It added calories and flavor, was useful to fry and bake and to make sauces and glazes. We put it on almost everything, including the rough tuber pancakes Hakee made. Sweetened with just a bit of honey and a small scoop of melting butter on top made our breakfast that morning simply joyous.

The cool late May breeze brought in vibrant sunshine in the early afternoon. Like the others, I stayed busy on our tasks, not breaking except to eat a brief lunch. After pulling in a couple of fat reddish fish which Bailey had named “Santas” due to their red sides and white stripes, I sat down my pole and wished to check on the boat.

It was still anchored off shore. I had worried often during the heavy storm that it might drag its chain and drift on us, but the heavy anchor held true and it moved very little despite the strong winds. The fact that we had also tied it off to a large tree on the island with most of our rope might have had something to do with it, as well. We'd sealed all the hatches after offloading the supplies, but, as with any new boat, it might have leaks or other issues not discovered during the test runs around Uhonamona.

To my surprise, Popko offered to go with me. Together we launched the rowboat and made our way out the boat in silence. Once on board, we found that the hatches had held, and other than some water which had collected near the bow, saw no reason to think it had suffered any serious issue.

As we completed the last couple of checks, Popko said, “Kal... can I talk to you a moment?”

“Of course. Here, would you like a swig?” I offered him a small flask of island wine I'd brought with me in a small pack of tools and other gear we might have needed on the boat. Popko accepted, then I drank a swallow. “What's on your mind?”

He was quiet a moment, staring back at the camp. “I should have been more honest with you and now I am troubled,” he started. “I... I wanted to leave my home for many reasons, but one is perhaps a bigger reason than the others...”

I said nothing while he collected his thoughts.

“I do not know how to explain...” he said, finally.

“Just be honest, Popko. You have nothing to hide here.”

He swallowed another mouthful of the wine, then said, “since I was a boy, I have had... thoughts. Thoughts which my people do not allow.”

“Such as...?”

He looked at me a second, then down at his feet. “I am... I... I like men as I do women...”

I didn't reveal that I already knew that fact. “Okay...”

“I do not wish to be returned to my home for this... I should have told you... but... I thought maybe... maybe you would understand and not send me home... They do not understand this... and I am very troubled...”

“Popko, so you like men... I'll be honest, I don't care, really. You are free, here, to explore that if you wish. There is freedom here. I won't think less of you, and I doubt anyone else would either. So long as you are seeking consent with your partners... you are free to do as you wish.”

I saw him swallow slowly, then he responded, “I had hoped you would say this... I hoped you understood. Do you... do you feel this way, too?” He was staring into my eyes, his big browns asking a second, unvoiced question.

It was only then that I understood Popko was asking me to be intimate with him. His penis was erect and for just a second I was uncomfortable. But I reasoned that I shouldn't feel that way, and in truth, I was flattered, even if not interested. “Popko... no... I don't, sorry. I mean... I've considered whether I was interested in men that way, and I've found I am not. I hope you understand.”

“Yes... yes, of course, I just thought maybe... no matter.” He took the wine and drank a small amount, then continued, “I left my home because... I could not fight this anymore. My friend Hu, he is like you, he is not interested in men and that hurt. I loved him, Kal. I wanted to be with him, but he did not return that love, though he also did not turn me away. He stayed my friend, but he wanted nothing more. We shared a few times where we... touched ourselves, together, but he never wanted more.

“Now, I come here, and I find... few men, and only one who...” He trailed off, and I knew he was debating how much he should say about Humanu.

“Humanu,” I said in order to keep him working through his concerns. “He is interested, yes?”

Popko looked relieved. “Yes... he and I... just once so far, we shared a time together. We wish to do more, but... we are afraid to do so in front of others. With the rain... it has been hard to hide somewhere and continue together... he is afraid of what his sisters might say, or what the rest of you would say if we... did things together where we could be seen...”

“Popko, I cannot speak for Humanu's sisters, I do not know their views. But I can say that, for myself and the others of us who have been here for some time, I do not see any issue. You are free to explore your relationship in the open. In fact, I'd encourage you to do so. Secrets fester, Popko, and as troubled as you are now, revealing this to me, it would grow worse if the two of you try to hide it. It is up to you, of course, do what you feel is right, but don't hide it from shame or from fear of being sent home or being judged. We love each other here, and a big part of that love is our shared sexuality. I hope you'll find that everyone, including Humanu's sisters, are willing to see that you are doing only what you feel is right and pleasurable.”

“Yes... yes... this is so good, Kal... so good to hear. I had thought maybe you will understand, and I find that you do. I will talk to Humanu and explain. I think it hurts him to hide, as it does me.”

“Does he also like girls? Is he only interested in men?”

“He is not sure. He knows that men he likes, but he is confused sometimes... he... should I tell you his secret...”

“Only if you think he would approve.”

Popko paused for a moment, then said, “yes, I think he would understand. He... he has played with his sisters. Tila and Tika. Just a couple of times, just hands. He liked it and he is confused that he shared that with his siblings. That is very much disallowed at home, very much disallowed. He feels shame over this, and he was more confused to see his sisters together a few nights ago. He enjoyed seeing that, but it brings him shame...”

“Ok... there is... there is a core of family relationships here, Popko. You have not yet met Manu, but she is mother to Keekah, Hakee, and Mie, and she is Poln's aunt. She has been with them all in pleasurable ways, and they with each other. I understand how... taboo that is to most people and in most places, but the Hahonokoans have never forbidden that and have, instead, encouraged parents and siblings to learn sex at home. They believe it is only right to ensure that their future mates find partners capable and understanding of physical pleasure. We have incorporated that mindset into our lives here together.”

“Oh, my... this... this is true? Your wife Keekah and her mom? Her sisters?”

“Yes, I've seen and joined them many times. So... seeing Tila and Tika together was not all that shocking, though, I think you and I, and everyone else there, found it incredibly arousing, yes?”

“Oh, yes... very much so...”

His hand had drifted to his penis and he absently stroked his length. It took a moment for him to realize what he was doing, and he smiled and looked away. “Sorry... I... sorry...”

“It's fine. I'll just finish up with last couple of things, feel free to, uh... 'finish up,' yourself.”

He grinned and made his way to the bow. I watched a moment as he started to masturbate, facing away from me. I chuckled to myself and completed the last couple of tasks on the boat. By the time I was done, Popko had returned, his penis softening, drops of his semen still dripping slowly from the small hole in the tip. He looked much more relaxed than he had before we'd talked.

Despite my words to him, the honest truth that I was not interested in men, I admitted to myself that I wish I'd not turned away while he jerked off. I kinda wanted to see him cum. I wasn't sure why, but my dick was hard for most of the row back to shore.

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I had moved down to the East after supper to relieve myself. I squatted down in a comfortable spot, closed my eyes, and thought about the conversation with Popko earlier that day. I suppose the young man was attractive, but I found no interest in personally being physical with him. What surprised me, though, was that the thought of him sharing his body with Humanu was arousing. Those spare seconds when I saw Popko sucking Humanu's dick had certainly been so.

I guess I mostly didn't care how to describe that. I wasn't bisexual in the normal sense, but I was clearly turned on when others were sexual, and I was finding that maybe it didn't much matter if a woman was involved. I enjoyed watching others experience pleasure, and in such cases, I found myself aroused to see it.

I heard a light grunt beside me and opened my eyes. Mie was just couple of feet to my side, squatting down and emptying her bowels. I laughed at the way she giggled each time a small fart slid out of her ass. I finished up and washed myself in the surf. She was only a few seconds behind me, and soon she was splashing next to me and laughing when I did the same.

“Where's Karana?” The dog always seemed nearby wherever Mie happened to be, but I couldn't make her out in the growing darkness.

“With Poln. He is throwing sticks for her.”

“How was your time in the North?”

“Alright... I missed being back here, though...”

“I missed you, too. Seems your mom and Amu are getting pretty close, right?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, she loves him. They make love a lot.”

“That's always fun to watch.”

She laughed again, “and join!” Mie danced past me in the water and brushed my groin, letting her hand trail behind her to linger over my genitals. She giggled then turned back towards me.

“Looks like you have more on your mind that just splashing...” I said, grinning.

She nodded, said, “yes...”

I'd brought a towel down with me to dry off, and I led Mie to where I'd settled it on the sand. She had a towel as well, and I used it to pat her dry, enjoying the way her young buttocks jiggled as I did so.

“Can you do something?” she asked me mysteriously.

“What?”

“Put it in my butt...”

I purred at the thought. It had been a long time since I'd fucked the young girl's ass, and a couple of times I'd tried, I'd found myself unable to fully penetrate her tightest hole. “I'll try, Mie... you know how tight you are there... it's not always easy to get inside you...”

“I know... I want it there. Poln doesn't like it... and Amu won't play with me much... but you will... and, I've been practicing...” she said, giggling again.

“Practicing?” I asked as she knelt on the towel on her hands and knees.

“Mmm-hmm... with my fingers... you'll see...”

“You are one sexy young woman, Mie...”

I knelt behind her and pushed my face into her crack. In the dim light from the stars and the somewhat-distant camp fire, I could barely make out her wrinkled anus. I lapped against her, tasting the salt water which still moistened her flesh, then licked her up and down as she purred. I probed the twelve-year old's butthole and tasted the bittersweet essence just inside. She giggled at the tickling sensation, and I felt her anus clench and relax.

“Mmm... you are so tight there, Mie... ready?”

“Mmm-hmm... yes...”

I pulled my hips against the twelve-year old's thighs and rested my cock in her crack, rubbing it back and forth over her tight little hole. Slowly, I pushed the tip of my dick into her anus, the small, wrinkled dot barely opening. I used my fingers to spread saliva on my penis, then pushed again, gaining another inch. Mie sucked in her breath and held still. I gripped her waist with one hand while guiding my cock with the other.

It took several minutes to fully penetrate Mie's butthole. By the time I finally sank into her with most of my length, she was panting. “Too much?” I asked.

“No... just... big!”

I reached under her body and found her clit easily, and began to circle it with my fingers as I started to sodomize the young girl. Mie grunted with each stroke, and I quickly felt my balls drawing up and my dick swelled inside her rectum.

Her clit hardened and strained as she took my penetration. I rubbed it, using her own lubrication to make her nub slick. “Uhhhngggg... Uhhhnnggg... oooohhh... Uhnnngg...” Mie shuddered as I started to fully fuck her ass. I couldn't believe she was taking me so easily. Mie's butthole was so tight it felt like a vice around my shaft, barely allowing me to move in and out of her body, but the twelve-year old took me there more comfortably than she ever had before.

She started to climax, lowering herself onto her elbows and grunting between her moans. “Ooohh... urrggg... Oooohh... urrg... Ooooooooooohhh... urg....” I felt Mie's anus contract and then push out again, and my cum rushed out suddenly as I exploded in the girl's bowels.

I felt like I came a burning gallon of sperm in Mie's butt, taking long, rushing pulses to force the jism up my shaft and into her dirty hole. I released her clit and held her hips tightly as I forced myself deep into her guts to squirt the last of my boiling load into her body.

I was breathing heavily as I held inside of Mie's ass. She didn't move, waiting for me to pull out. I really didn't want to do so, the heat of her bowels intense and soaking into my penis, waves of euphoria washing over me. God, she was so tight.

Slowly, very slowly, I pulled back and finally plopped free of Mie's butt, her sore, gaping anus unable to close a moment as drops of semen dripped out. Only with effort did the girl draw her knees together and raise up, slowly standing with my help, her knees shaky. We kissed a moment, then she giggled. “See, told you I've been practicing.”

I shook my head, smiling, my cock sore and battered from her tight butthole. “So I see... mmm... you are incredibly tight, Mie... But you took me there like a pro. Amazing...”

We kissed again and then cleaned up quickly in the surf before rejoining the others already shutting down the camp for the night. Amy eyed me with a quick smile and a glance at my crotch. I wondered if she saw the red welts I thought might show there.

I took Katie for a while as Bailey bathed and moved her bowels, and I began feeling tired. I helped clean up around the fire, then went to bed with Kate and Amy. I held Katie in my arms as my wives settled in, then when my daughter was drooling and sleepy against my chest, placed her in her crib. I watched Katie sleep several minutes, unable to stop smiling.

I climbed in next to Kate and kissed her neck, the redhead's arm and leg draped over Amy's sleepy body, then I quickly started to doze, thoughts of Mie's tight butthole and Popko's situation drifting slowly into the background of my mind.