Kal, Male, 38

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- Husband of Kate, Bailey, Keekah, and Amy, father of Katie

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

Kate, Female, 37

	- Wife of Kal and Amy

	- 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, 16

	- Wife of Kal, pregnant, daughter of Manu, sister of Hakee and Mie, cousin of Poln

	- 5'6, 140lbs, 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

	- 4'10, 100lbs, mocha-brown skin, shoulder-length wavy black hair

Poln, Male, 11

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

	- 4'10, 115lbs, 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

	- Wife of Kal and Kate, pregnant

	- 5'6, 130lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length straight black hair

Katie, Female, 21 weeks

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

	- Infant, beige skin, sandy red hair

Amu (Amutoko), Male, 52

	- Newcomer to the island, widowed hermit

	- 5'6, 150lbs, medium-brown skin, tight-curly black hair

Kylana, Female, 15

	- Uhonamonan visiting the island, sister of Hunamu, Tika, and Tila

	- 5'8, 140lbs, dark-brown skin, long dark-brown hair in braids

Hunamu, Male, 14

	- Uhonamonan visiting the island, brother of Kylana, Tika, and Tila

	- 5'10, 150lbs, dark-brown skin, cropped curly black hair

Tika, Female, 13

	- Uhonamonan visiting the island, twin sister of Tila, sister of Kylana and Humanu

	- 5'3, 125lbs, dark-brown skin, wavy dark-brown back-length hair

Tila, Female, 13

	- Uhonamonan visiting the island, twin sister of Tika, sister of Kylana and Humanu

	- 5'3, 125lbs, dark-brown skin, wavy dark-brown back-length hair

Popko, Male, 20

	- Uhonomonan native

	- 5'10, 165lbs, dark-brown skin, short curly black hair

I have to admit that there were few things I treasured more from our raid on the supply cache than the coffee beans. Keekah had made us a mortar and pestle out of two chunks of rock taken from the old stream bed which had been smoothed over an unknown amount of time by the water rushing past. The larger chunk had a natural, sunken basin perfect for holding the beans, and she'd worked the smaller, cylinder-shaped stone until its end formed a useful grinder against the basin.

Before dawn, a few days after my conversation with Amy about who might be the father of her child, I had arisen before my wives and started grinding beans after bringing the fire to life in the chilly air. I wore jeans, a thick flannel shirt, and an old leather jacket. The near-Winter nights and early mornings had been colder than I recalled from the past year, and we'd all been wearing clothing and wrapping up in thick blankets and scarves and even some of the hare-skin caps Keekah had made over the years.

I heard a door open behind me and I turned to see Popko, wrapped in a thick jacket and a blanket, dragging a chair from where we kept them dry and protected beside the shelters, the young man heading towards me. I greeted him and offered Popko a cup of coffee. He took it and huddled close to the flames.

“Got a moment, Kal?” he said quietly, staring at the fire.

“Always,” I replied.

He turned in his chair to face me, “Hunamu and I... we have been... spending time together...”

When Popko didn't continue, I replied, “okay... enjoying each other, then?”

“Oh, yes. Very much, this is so,” the young man replied.

“Good... good. And Hunamu is enjoying it too?”

“Yes. And that is what I wish to discuss... we have... done some things together... with our lips and hands, but... I know there is more we could do and... I need your advice...”

I chuckled, “I think I see where you're going. All I can offer you is my own experiences with women. I've never been with a man that way, Popko.”

“Yes. This I know, but... you have been with women... in the other place?”

“Many times.”

He paused, then added, “and they enjoy it?”

“If done right, yes,” I replied.

“I wish... I wish to let Hunamu know me this way... I don't know how...”

I grinned at Popko, “okay. Well,” I said, pausing to pour another cup of coffee, “the most important thing is to talk about it first, make sure this is what he wants. Don't assume, okay?”

“Yes... we have discussed how we might... do more... I believe he wants this, as well.”

“Alright,” I replied, “then, if you are both agreed, whoever is... receiving... should go void bowels and clean up really good.”

If the brown-skinned man was blushing, I could not see it in the flickering fire light, but his voice showed his amused embarrassment, “ah... oh—okay... yes... I see that makes sense... And then?”

“Well... you want to take it very slow. In fact, before you are ready for that, I'd suggest using your fingers on yourself, get used to the sensation of something being in there. Use saliva to stay wet. Lots of saliva. Finger yourself, see if it feels good. It's... going to be a bit uncomfortable, but that's part of the experience. I know many women who enjoy that sensation, but don't just jam things in there.”

“Ok... this I can do.”

“And then,” I continued, “let Hunamu finger you there. Make him keep his finger wet, very wet, and have him go slow. I'd suggest fingering his butt, as well, just so he can get an understanding of what it feels like. Remember, that hole's not really built for what you're going to do, but it is flexible and can take it... so long as you work up to it. Take your time, try to relax and enjoy it.”

I could tell the young man was turned on as he imagined what was to come. Popko replied, “we will try this, yes... I like the idea very much.”

“From there,” I finished, “when you are ready to take his penis in you, just work up to it very slowly. Have him use his fingers to open you up, don't rush into it. Keep your hole wet, and when you're ready... I think you'll know what to do. Find a position that is most comfortable for you and which gives him access, and then just take it easy until you know what you like and don't like.”

“And,” Popko replied, “when it is time to... shoot...?”

“Wherever you feel comfortable. In you, on you, whatever you two like.”

He didn't comment a moment, his eyes closed. I figured he was imagining what it might feel like for Hunamu to cum inside him. Popko opened his eyes and looked at me, “This is good advice, Kal. I thank you for this.”

“Any time, Popko. I'm happy you have the opportunity to experiment and explore your interests. So long as Hunamu is willing and consents, I think you two can have a lot of fun.”

Popko nodded. “It is too bad you are not like us.”

“What do you mean?”

“That you do not like men as well as women.”

I shrugged, “sorry. Just as you could not force yourself to not like men, I cannot force myself to be attracted to men. Just the way I'm wired. ” I didn't admit, however, that I had grown hard talking about the acts Hunamu and Popko would engage in. I was always turned on by sexual acts and people giving and receiving pleasure. “I'm not opposed to watching, or... in the right moment, helping out in some small way, but that's about it.” I recalled giving Tok a 'helping hand' when he and I were fucking Gale and his penis slipped out just as he was about to orgasm. I'd rather enjoyed bringing him off in that moment.

“I understand, Kal. Perhaps... there will be a time you might... help out... or watch us.”

“We'll see, Popko. I won't rule anything out.” I smiled at him, “Listen, you know I don't keep secrets from my wives, I'd like to talk to—”

“Yes,” he said, interrupting me, “of course. I understand you will tell them. I am... becoming more comfortable with this being known... I suppose.”

“There's no judgement here. Be at ease, my friend.”

“I am trying.” Popko gave me a quick hug, “I am truly fortunate to be here with you all.”

- - -

A few days passed without Popko discussing his thoughts with me further, though I did talk to Bailey, Amy, and Keekah about what he'd said. They were supportive, as I expected, and it was shrugged off as nothing much worthy of further consideration.

The cold June weather was nothing like what I'd known the previous two winters on Phoenix. It had a bitter edge to it. Gale had told me months earlier that she'd had one very chilly month the first winter she was alone, but otherwise, the winters had been generally mild and the cold rather easily kept at bay by a fire and blankets. I wasn't sure of the temperature, the old gauge in the wrecked boat hadn't functioned from the moment we checked it that first day, and we didn't want to brave the chill to see what the gauge on our new boat registered.

The island was like that. Everything was relative. The exact temperature meant nothing, just a bit of trivia. All that mattered was how we dealt with what we faced, and with the chilly breezes coming from the South, we kept ourselves bundled up as best we could. Keekah and Amy made additional blankets and rough clothing from the hides and spare cloth we had, making enough to ensure there were at least two layers for each of us while another set was being cleaned. Compared to the winters in places I'd known in my old life, snowy mountain retreats in Colorado or lake-side cabins in New York, the weather on Phoenix was still very mild and rather easily accommodated. It clearly was not cold enough to snow, even when brief showers brought light rain and chilly wind.

The twins and Kylana went north to help Manu and Amu, the winter crops needing additional protection during the lower temperatures. Kate stayed there, as well, as did Mie and Poln. It left eight of us at the main camp along with Katie. Bailey and I kept our child inside most of the time, bundled up.

Katie had started to giggle occasionally. It wasn't quite laughter, just a general mirth in her expression, the sounds of amusement randomly coming from her throat. She smiled at me often, and I couldn't help wanting to do nothing more than snuggle with Bailey and hold our child together, enjoying such simple moments in our young daughter's life. Bailey even started keeping a separate journal for Katie where she recorded her thoughts and various details of the girl's life, such as her size and how often she breastfed. She prompted me to add my thoughts, as well, and I did so almost daily. It was fun to think about Katie one day reading about her earliest moments as seen through her parents' eyes.

We were still able to fish and collect clams and oysters, the waters around Phoenix still fairly warm even as the air above it made us shiver upon getting out. We carefully rationed the supplies we'd gotten from the raid, using up the items which would spoil first and enjoying treats such as the powdered eggs and milk along with our usual staples of fish and stored vegetables. The beans and rice we had a couple of times each week were becoming a favorite, the rich, savory meal filling and a nice alternative to the stews and steamed and fried meats we often consumed. Dried fruits and chocolates provided deserts, and everyone except Amy, Keekah, and Bailey enjoyed the rum from the large casks. It was much smoother than Tok's island recipe, and it helped us feel warm on the cool nights around the fire.

The chilled nights were perfect for snuggling with my three beautiful wives, Kate staying North during that those days. I missed my first wife after so many days apart. Even with my other lovers, I longed to kiss Kate again. Over those nights, sometimes we shared intimacy, and often we shared more innocent moments while Katie slept between me and Bailey. I loved to wake in the night to the sound of Katie laughing at nothing in particular. Other nights, I woke to hear Amy and Keekah touching each other, and once during that time I was roused by Bailey's lips sliding over my cock.

On June 14th, Amy and I went with Popko and Hunamu down to the West end of the beach, one of our regular sweeps for any useful items which might have washed up. We had found planks of wood and twisted metal sheets, sometimes plastic items as well over the months, and rarely something more interesting, such as the sealed hard-plastic case containing Arab cigarettes from our previous sweep.

My old raft, the one I'd used to escape the cruise ship almost two years earlier, had been destroyed in the terrible storms we endured in March. It had been ripped from its tethers in the trees and was found almost a mile down from our camp, large gashes leaving it in shreds. It was not worth repairing, though we kept its remains in case the material might be useful for some other purpose. So, we used the small rowboat from the new vessel we'd gotten from the Uhonamonans. I manned the oars, Amy keeping watch along the surf, while Popko and Hunamu walked the shore and called to us whenever there was something worth collecting.

We took lunch with the sun high over head. It was a clear and wonderfully warm day, much more comfortable than the last few weeks. I shed my clothes and lay back on a large blanket, Amy did the same, joining me as we nibbled on hard cheese and handfuls of dried berries and nuts. Hunamu and Popko sat nearby on a second blanket.

“I love days like this, Kal,” Amy purred after we finished our meal, “it just makes me horny.”

I grinned, “is there any sort of day which doesn't make you horny?”

“Ummm,” she said thoughtfully, “when it feels like an oven... well, no, I suppose that does it, too...”

I laughed and pulled her close to me, kissing Amy's lips gently. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Popko and Hunamu watching us, both looking a little anxious. I called to them, “I expect we can relax here a short time. I'd like to go around the bend in thirty minutes or so, see what's up there, but... feel free to get comfortable.”

Before I finished talking, Amy was already sliding her fingers around my cock. She always seemed to know what I was thinking. The half-Asian teen grinned as she slid down and took my penis between her lips.

I knew it was a moment of opportunity for Popko and Hunamu. I didn't know if they had done anything together since I'd talked to Popko a few days earlier, but this would be the first time, as far as I knew, the two of them would have a chance to explore things together with only a couple of us there to see it.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, Amy's perfect lips sliding up and down my shaft. I heard a moan beside us and turned slowly to see Hunamu on his back, Popko sucking the young man gently. I smiled at Amy as she rose over me and quickly slid her silky folds down my shaft. I groaned as my cock rooted inside her pregnant vagina.

Popko looked at us as he blew Hunamu, then I saw him crawl over the boy's body and kiss him. It was the first real sign of affection I'd seen between them, and the young men were joined passionately together a while, Popko holding both their hard cocks in his fist, slowly stroking them together. I noticed Amy watching them as well.

Popko turned to us again, clearly turned on to be touching Hunamu while observing Amy riding me. He collected saliva from his lips, then smeared it along his ass crack, adding another glob, then another. Hunamu watched the young man's face.

Amy cried out as we watched Popko move his hips up and place the teen's penis against his anus. My lover started to orgasm as Popko groaned in pleasure and discomfort while he sank slowly down on Hunamu's cock. Amy's body shuddered, my hands playing across her swelling breasts, her cunt clenching and drooling her wonderful slick cream.

Popko started to ride Hunamu's dick steadily. While the teen's hands slid over his stomach and chest, Popko stroked his own penis, his erection swelling quickly. He grunted, strained, and semen fired out of his cock, splashing against Hunamu's chin and lips, more hitting the boy's neck and ran down his sides. I felt myself starting to burn inside Amy as I witnessed something I'd never seen before.

Hunamu didn't last much longer. He started to hump up into Popko's body, grinding hard, his back arching as he started to cry out, “uuuuhhh... oooooohhh... uuuuuhhhhhhh... uhhhhhh...” I knew he was filling Popko's ass with his cum, and I let go in Amy, spewing my thick load into her pregnant pussy, pulling her down to kiss her even as I spurted into her vagina.

It was a powerful moment shared with our friends. “Damn, Kal,” Amy whispered, “I think you liked watching them...”

“I'm surprised to admit that is so...”

“Me too. It was rather hot,” she purred.

I turned my head and saw that Popko had pulled off of Hunamu's body and was beside him, kissing the teen slowly, licking his own semen from the boy's skin. Hunamu's penis was half-hard and jerking randomly, glistening with light white smears of cum along his shaft, more on his hairy balls.

I said gently, “thanks for letting us share that with you two...”

Popko grinned, “yes... that was... wonderful... our first time like that...”

“Hunamu... you enjoyed it?” Amy prompted the quiet teen.

“Yes, uh... I... I enjoy much...” He chuckled and his cock jumped against his stomach, threatening to rise again.

Amy purred, “I like it in my butt, too.”

Popko's relaxed smile grew larger.

Amy kissed me then suggested, “think we should get moving.”

I nodded, swept my hand through her hairy slit and collected drops of my cum from where it still leaked from her vagina. She purred again as I slid my fingers to her lips. “Mmmm... we taste so good...”

- - -

We ended up collecting a couple of nice sections of light aluminum sheets in the bend to the West, along with a dozen chunks of styrofoam which had been blown into the tree line. There was not enough to use for insulation, so we added them to the collection of potentially useful items inside the storage container.

The air had cooled before dinner and we all reluctantly donned our clothing once more. Popko and Hunamu had continued to show affection towards each other on the trip back, at least until we got within shouting distance of the camp. They returned to their friendly-but-nothing-more demeanors and showed no further indication of their more complex relationship to the others. Still, it was nice to see both of them so comfortable as to share each other the way they had during our rest, and to do so where Amy and I could watch.

I found myself considering my thoughts about those moments, and as Amy and I sat with Bailey around the fire as the others made their way back to the shelters in the dark evening, Amy prompted me to talk about it. “So,” she began, “we had a fun time this afternoon with Popko and Hunamu today.”

Bailey held our daughter to her chest, Katie suckling noisily from my wife's lovely, swollen tit. “Oh? Do tell!”

Amy explained what we'd seen between the young men and expressed how much she'd been turned on to watch. “Kal seemed to enjoy it, too...”

I shrugged, “I did, I admit. Didn't really expect that.”

“Rethinking whether you might be interested in guys, Kal?” Bailey asked.

I shook my head, “no, I don't think so. I think, though, that I am very much drawn to enjoy other people experiencing pleasure, whatever that looks like. I'm turned on to see other people turned on, and when Popko rode Hunamu, it made me horny to listen to them fucking like that.”

“It was very hot,” Amy added, “can't blame you for enjoying it as much as I did.”

“It didn't hurt that you were riding me at the time,” I chuckled, “but still, it was fun to get to see that.”

“Is that compersion, Kal?” Bailey asked, shifting Katie to her other breast, “like I have for you when I know you are with Amy or someone else?”

“Maybe something similar, yes. Compersion is sort of the opposite of jealousy, so maybe not a perfect analog, but the sense of it, yeah, I think it's something like that. I like seeing Popko and Hunamu enjoy each other, and I definitely feel joy myself, as well.”

“So,” Amy asked, leaning closer to the fire to warm her hands, “would you ever... you know... be with a guy?”

I thought a moment in silence. “Probably not, but I won't say never. I'm not interested in it for myself. I'm not attracted to men. But... I won't say never.”

“I might like to watch... if you ever do,” Amy purred, “it would turn me on...”

Bailey's silent glance towards me suggested she had her reservations, but she added nothing to Amy's remarks. I knew my young wife well enough to ask her for her thoughts later.

I shrugged, “well, in the unlikely event that occurs, I'll be sure to let you know.”

Amy grinned, then stretched, yawning. “Gonna go curl up with Keekah. Aren't her tits getting big?”

Bailey chuckled, “they're lovely, right? She let me suck them earlier!”

Amy grinned, “hmm... maybe I'll see if she's still up... Night, you two.” She kissed us both and left Bailey and I with our daughter near the fire.

I motioned Bailey to sit with me and she rose, shuffling over to my lap and settling onto my thighs, leaning back while holding our daughter. Katie was slowly suckling now, looking sleepy. “So,” I said, “you weren't too sure about Amy's fantasy for me.”

“I dunno, Kal,” she replied quietly, “I want you to do what you want. You know that. I just... I guess it would just be... odd... for me.”

“That I might be intimate with a man?”

“Yeah.”

“You think it's gross?” I asked.

“No, no, not that. Not that at all,” Bailey answered, “but for you... I guess that's not something I've pictured you doing before... My first thought was I didn't like it. I don't know why.”

“Well, I assure you it's not something I'm looking to do. I'm being honest about that. I'm very much straight, even if I'm completely open-minded about other sexual options. I'm happy for those two,” I added, referring to Popko and Hunamu, “and it was enjoyable watching them together. But I have zero attraction towards them.”

“Yeah, I know. I'm okay with that. Even if you wanted to be with them... I'd be okay, you know that Kal, but... I did want to be honest with you, as well...”

“Thanks for that. You know I love you, Bailey. No matter what. You and Katie are my world.”

“Part of your world,” she corrected me gently.

“You know what I mean.”

She turned her head and kissed my cheek, then rested her head against mine, “I know. I love you so much, Kal. I only want you to be happy and safe. I'm so lucky that you are mine. I love sharing you, you know. I love that you have the love of others, but sometimes... just sometimes, it's nice for just the two of us to sit like this and be alone together. I love this, too...”

“Me as well, though,” I said, stroking Katie's red hair which was starting to grow in thicker and longer on her pale head, “it's the three of us. I love this so much.”

Bailey kissed my cheek again, “let's just sit here a while. That okay with you?”

“I want nothing else in this moment.”