Shipwrecked - Chapter 130: Fifteen (Mf creampie)

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Chapter 130: Fifteen

I felt a sadness I'd not felt in a long time the morning Gale, Tok, and the Uhonamonans were due to depart. I knew we'd see them again, but it felt more permanent this time. Gale expected she'd start teaching her classes immediately and it would be at least two or three months before enough others had been taught the language before she could step back from her role. I knew that, even then, the Uhonamonans would find something for Gale to do which made her feel fulfilled, and that after so long on the island to the South, it would be that much harder for them to want to return to Phoenix.

I stood in the early morning light sipping coffee next to Tok, watching the last of the traded supplies being loaded onto the Uhonamonan's boat. I'd earlier had a tearful goodbye with Gale and she was already onboard, awaiting departure.

“Don't be sad, Kal. We will see each other again,” Tok said quietly, staring out at the water.

“I know. I just love you two so much that I miss you terribly. You know Gale holds a special place in my heart, but so do you, my friend. There's no one like you here.”

Tok nodded. “You mean with a long cock?”

I spit my coffee and laughed, nearly aspirating. When I could finally speak again, I said, “well, yes, there's that, but you know what I mean.”

He smiled and said, “I do. There is much love of you from me, as well. If it were only me of concern, I would stay here. But Gale is set on her teaching, and I am set on being with Gale.”

“I understand. I don't mean to guilt you. Just sad to see you leave again. But I'm happy that Gale has someone in her life who values her so much. She deserves that. You're a good man, Tok. She's lucky to have you.”

“And I her.”

We stared at the sparkling breakers a moment, then I asked, “What will happen when the Uhonamonans learn of what happened here... with Kunomo and Kylana?”

Tok shook his head, “I do not know. I expect word will spread. Toplo is not one to keep quiet, nor is he bound to do so. I fear that many will not understand.”

“What have they done in such situations in the past... any ideas?”

He shrugged, “I know of a couple, one a father and daughter, the other was a woman and her nephew. They became... what is the word... outcasts, perhaps? They are still in the village, and they do not want for necessities, but they are not socially accepted as they should be.”

“Were these... abuses? Kylana and Kunomo clearly consented and wanted what they had together... the others?”

Tok shrugged again, “I do not know. I do not think this is so. The father and daughter still live together. She is in her thirties now.”

“Do they have children?”

“She is unable to conceive, it is believed. But I understand it is not for lack of trying.”

“Hmm...”

“I believe Kunomo understood he would face this temptation. Perhaps not so openly and wantonly, but I have spoken to others who know of his attraction to Kylana. It is why she and her siblings were sent here, I believe.”

“That's what Popko told me, as well.”

“He loves her, I believe. It was not just sex.”

I nodded. “That was my impression, as well.”

“You were her first, Kal?”

I smiled, remembering how much I'd enjoyed making love with Kylana that night and the next morning. “I was. She was wonderful. She went from zero-to-sixty in about two days.”

“Zero-to-sixty? I do not understand this phrase.”

“Oh, sorry. A reference to vehicle speeds.”

“Ah, I see. Yes, she seemed quiet ready to explore her newfound freedom.”

I looked back over my shoulder and saw Kylana standing near her sisters, looking quite sad.

“She already misses him,” Tok said, mirroring my thoughts.

“Perhaps... if things with Kunomo go south, he might consider coming here. Or if things go well and there is some acceptance... she could return to her home to be with him.”

Tok nodded slowly. “Perhaps.”

Toplo called from where the rowboat had just been pulled into shore, “Tok!”

The dark-skinned man let out a long breath and turned to me. We embraced tightly and shook hands. Nothing more needed saying, and I walked to Bailey and Keekah and wrapped my arms around their shoulders to watch him leave.

It took no time at all for the boat to be lost over the horizon and our friends were gone once more.

- - -

The weeks which followed were fairly mundane. That is to say that we lived in paradise and enjoyed a bounty of fresh food and water, and shared our love and our bodies freely. Kylana withdrew for a few days when Kunomo left, but she rebounded and soon returned to her sweet, smiling self. She joined me from time to time for sexual pleasure, and to Nina's great delight, she did indeed enjoy women.

The weather warmed greatly starting in August and we were soon back to our beach-side nudist colony. The Winter crops thrived and soon we were working in shifts for the big job of getting the fields ready for Spring.

We also completed the planned defensive positions around the main camp. There were four bunkers of sorts, dug into the sand and reinforced with thick wood. We had to clear them out every few days, but we eventually built higher walls which did a lot to keep the blowing sand out. One bunker each faced East and West, each large enough for three or four of us, the other two near the shelters, offering a flexible view of the East and South, and the West and South, respectively. Those bunkers were somewhat smaller and were close enough to the shelters to fall back quickly.

I didn't exactly like having to see those defenses each day once they were completed. It reminded me too easily how quickly our idyllic paradise could be assaulted. Regardless, it was a job well done, and Nina's project did bring us an added measure of protection should we have to fight.

September brought heavy rains most afternoons, and a few storms which lasted several days. I completed my second year on Phoenix and started my third on the 1st. The time before that had become so distant there was not much thought given to anything but my life on the island.

We made our weekly contacts with the Uhonamonans and planned for them to visit once the Spring storm season had passed. The reaction to the news that Kunomo and Kylana had been intimate was not taken well by the other elders and he was removed from his honored position. Tok let me know that he and Gale were keeping an eye on the man. For a few weeks, we heard that Kunomo was morose, but would do whatever chore was given him without resisting.

I found it hard to stomach how he was treated, even as I understood the cultural taboos which forbid what he had done. There was too much opportunity for abuse in such relationships between close family. It might have been less denounced had Kylana been older, but I doubt the Uhonamonans would have acted much differently. I certainly understood why they reacted the way they had, but I hated that it had come from misunderstanding something which should have been a happy moment between Kunomo and his niece.

Ironically, or perhaps coincidentally, Yeemun had gained a role as a deputy elder despite being in his 20s. Yeemun had been the man Kylana had pulled to her when Kunomo initially refused her advances. I wondered if Yeemun's exploits had played a role in his new position. It wouldn't be unusual for a boastful man who'd had such a 'conquest' to be rewarded for the weight of his braggadocio. I hoped that was not the case, but I didn't know.

Gale and Tok were doing well. She was teaching full time. We wished her a happy 44th birthday on July 29. I understand her students threw her quite a party. Tok was going out on the fishing boats to bring back tuna and other deeper-water fish. From the sound of it, the man was quite respected by the villagers there, and that in no way surprised me.

Amy and Keekah got closer to the month when we expected them to give birth. Both had grown heavy with child. While Amy's breasts swelled gently over those months, Keekah's became very full and hung lower each day. It's was as if Keekah's urgency to get pregnant had been driven by a body which realized it was well-equipped to be a mother. Her hips rounded and her ass filled out nicely. I had to admit, pregnant Keekah was perhaps more sexy than ever.

Amy's body had subtler changes. Her swollen chest was moderate in size, still much smaller than Bailey's. Her hips widened slightly, but her ass still held it's previous lovely curves. It did make me worry that Amy's slight body might have trouble when it came time to give birth. Manu assured me she had seen more difficult bodies from which to produce a live birth, but I knew she, too, had her concerns. Regardless, both of my young pregnant wives were doing well and looking forward to the days ahead.

Katie was really growing. She was able to sit up on her own, and was just starting to crawl. My daughter laughed often, usually for no obvious reason. She seemed like a very happy baby. Hakee made toys for her to play with, and one day installed a mobile above the crib, little figurines of fish and birds and such carved from stone. I could have spent hours watching Katie stare up at the spinning device while she giggled.

She was even starting to eat solid foods. Well, solid in the sense that it wasn't milk from Bailey or Kate. We started her on mashed potatoes, banana fruits, and other similar foods. She seemed to eat whatever we gave her, so we experimented with carefully mashed, wet hare. She liked that, too.

Katie still breastfed often. Bailey and I shared a couple of intimate moments together while Katie nursed. I have to admit it was amazing, each time. Not wholly sexual, something special we shared together. Katie wouldn't nurse much longer, so I think each of us wanted to enjoy those moments while they were available. We didn't further discuss our concerns about it, we just did what felt right and ensured our daughter was never being abused. Katie usually giggled as she nursed.

That's not to say that I didn't turn over in my head the things we'd talked about. It worried me to think a day would come when I might find a sexual interest in my daughter. Sure, I found the relationships Manu had with her daughters and nephew lovely and, indeed, exciting. Kylana and Kunomo's love for each other felt similarly wonderful. While incest was never something which would have excited me in years past, there was a taboo quality which added extra thrill to those couplings on the island. Certainly, the Hahonokoans did not see sexual relationships between parents and children, or between other close family, as something taboo, and their culture embraced such couplings as part of maturing, a bonding which could be shared as part of a growing relationship.

But the idea of me and my daughter didn't interest me at all. Part of it was that she was an infant, much too young and vulnerable to see beyond that. I knew, however, that my daughter would grow and find herself interested in sexual exploration. I couldn't help thinking of how Mie had blossomed and become a young woman, turning from innocent little girl into a pubescent preteen capable of sexual curiosity and, in our relative isolation, the ability to understand and consent to being sexual with others, including me.

My daughter's body would become attractive one day, and it scared me to worry about how I might handle the emotions of such temptations.

As I'd told Bailey, though, that time was far away, and for years yet, I held no concerns about such scenarios. I supposed that, when Katie was on the edge of womanhood, her body beginning to bud and swell in sensitive places, first hairs spreading out from her genitals, there would be a great deal of frank discussion about what was acceptable. I knew our little island left no room for secrets, and Katie's sexuality would be something we'd all be very aware of in those years. If that meant she wished to learn from me and from Bailey, well, like so many taboo things on Phoenix, we'd work through it together and do our best to see that love and pleasure were given freely, however those relationships existed.

September 17th was Bailey's fifteenth birthday. That morning, as I made coffee before the others had stirred and held Katie while I fed her small bites of mashed berries, I thought back to the slim, unconscious twelve-year old girl who had washed up on shore so long ago. Bailey had come far over those two years. She was a mother now, a leader, fully a woman. My wife. In almost every way, she seemed much older than fifteen. But there it was. The calendar didn't lie.

There was no big celebration planned, unfortunately. We were in the final week or two of finishing our planting season, and everyone but me, Bailey, my pregnant wives, and Katie were in the North. Keekah and Amy were beginning to take longer rests and handled less strenuous work, though by no means did they stop pulling their weight. Still, it left me and Bailey with a lot of heavy lifting around camp.

The two of us hauled hewn and cured wood planks from where we'd been working them over the previous weeks to where we were finishing the third new building in camp. Two were already completed, one a personal shelter much like the one I shared with our wives, another a new storage shed for keeping our dried fish and other long-term food stores. The final one, the building Bailey and I were laboring to complete, was a new bathhouse which had brought excitement to all of us.

We'd put off such a project for many months, the necessity not strong enough to spend our precious labor on until that Winter. We had run water into the shelters long before, filling sinks and basins and the newly-expanded bathroom attached to the common room. While the later wasn't a flushing system, it nonetheless gave us a place to void ourselves during the frequent thunderstorms. We'd added a second stall and another sink to the existing structure a month earlier, and once that was completed, we'd agreed it was time to build a proper bathhouse.

The idea was fairly simple and based on the existing systems which provided primitive plumbing to our other shelters. In this case, we were constructing a large, shallow basin on one side of the new building, capable of holding several people with water available from a tap. Tok had left plans for how to add heating to the pipes through a small intermediate fire box, for cooler months, as well as how we could run our piping over the roofs to let the sun heat water during the warmer ones. A drain system recaptured the water and stored it in a dug-out basin in the nearby treeline, using the water on the ever-expanding plots of small vegetables and herbs we had been adding around the edges of camp.

The other side of the building was to serve as a sauna, something that Manu had longed for since coming to Phoenix. The Hahonokoans had a long tradition of ritual cleansing in saunas, and often, that's where important decisions were hashed out by elders and important representatives. They'd had several in their village, and Manu had requested we add it when we had the time and other priorities were satisfied.

There was something to be said for adding nice-to-have sorts of facilities to our home. We had spent many months building up our fields and our shelters, ensuring we had the basics covered and adding small measures of comfort and convenience as we could. With the planting of the fields in the North nearing completion, it had made sense for those of us still in camp to turn our attention to this nice-to-have building, and Bailey and I had made fast progress on seeing it done.

The bathhouse was largely completed the morning of Bailey's birthday. The planks we carried were to add bench seating against the sides of the sauna and in the bathing area, as well as built-in tables and cabinets. I'd been working them most days, cutting them to size and doing all the little steps which ensured the wood was sanded and smooth and capable of withstanding the humid conditions inside the new building.

Bailey dropped the stack of cabinet pieces inside the bathhouse and I added my longer planks to the pile already there. I paused and listened. I'd heard something. I caught Bailey's eye and it was clear she had as well.

We stepped outside and stood still, straining to listen. Soft booms, muffled and cloudy, could be heard from some distance. They were concussive, staccato and irregular. My heart sank to realize we were hearing something exploding relatively close.

“Who do you think is doing that?” Bailey asked.

“Wish I knew...” I replied.

We'd had little notice that the war was still going on since the raid. Aside from the dead sailors on the Progress boat we'd recovered, there had been no other indication of the greater struggle out in the world.

As we listened for a moment to the explosions from far off, I felt the dread that came each time I thought about what might happen if that war came again to our island. We had nothing worth fighting over, at least to the 'civilized' world. But that might not stop one group or the other from finding this place and using it as a base or a drop point. So far, we'd largely managed to remain off the radars, but as time went on and the war apparently continued, I knew the odds were good that we'd eventually see some force or another come for a visit. I could only hope we were prepared whenever that happened.

I shook my head and said quietly, “well... nothing we can do about that. Let's focus on what we can do here.”

Bailey nodded and together we worked on installing the benches and cabinets for a couple of hours. Keekah brought us lunch. It was the last of the unleavened bread we'd gotten in the raid, topped with beans and rice and some of the winter peppers which were both sweet and spicy. She'd taken to walking carefully in the sand, her growing frame causing her balance to be off from her pre-pregnancy days, and after she'd had a scare weeks earlier when she'd stepped heavily out from one of the shelters and took a hard fall onto the sand, Keekah wasn't taking further chances.

“Looks good, Kowl,” she said, eyeing the newly-installed bench, “you two do good.”

I swallowed a mouthful of beans and rice, scooped another with my last piece of bread, and replied, “thanks. Not much left to do, I think. Might even finish this up in the morning.”

“You should relax, then. Bailey has birthday, yes? Treat her special.”

Bailey shook her head, “No, I'm good. I like getting work done. I was out of it for too long when I had Katie. It feels good to be able to contribute fully again.” She looked past where Keekah leaned against the entranceway to the bathhouse. “Is Katie still sleeping?”

Keekah nodded. “Last I checked, yes. Amy look after her. You let us worry today.”

Bailey smiled, “Okay, but if she gets hungry--”

“We feed her. Worry not. Katie like rice, too. Not just sweet milk from Mama boobs,” Keekah said, playfully cupping Bailey's breast. “My son arrives in few weeks. I eager to feed him from me.”

Bailey and I looked at each other, then I asked, “son?”

Keekah laughed and nodded. “Yes, son.”

“How do you know?”

She shrugged, “I just know. It is so.”

I thought only a little about whether Keekah or Amy's babies would be male or female. I didn't really care, I suppose. I was much more worried about the infant being born healthy and without serious deformities. Everything else was just details. Still, when Keekah confidently asserted it would be a boy, I began to consider the future child in a different light.

Unlike with Amy, I knew Keekah's baby was mine. I found that I kinda liked the idea of having a son with her. I had a daughter already, one I loved with all my heart, and it seemed fitting that I would be blessed with a boy, as well. I tried not to get too carried away, though. Keekah said she knew it was to be a son, but I was somewhat skeptical of such prognostications. Still, it caused me to smile at the thought of holding our son one day soon.

When we finished eating, Keekah kissed us and carefully made her way back towards the common room. “So...” I said to Bailey, turning back towards the bath portion of the shelter. “Shall we break in the tub?”

Bailey grinned, “that would be lovely.”

“I'll get the heating fire going.” Moments later, the flames were licking the thick metal we'd salvaged but had not found a use for previously. The container inside would have melted if exposed directly to the fire, but shielded as it was, it allowed the water in the chamber to heat without worrying that it would be reduced to a leaking mess.

While we waited for the primitive hot water tank to heat fully, we shed our work clothes and I sat Bailey on the edge of the large tub and began massaging her shoulders slowly. She let out a long sigh and started to relax. Her tense muscles yielded to my touch, and soon she was like putty in my hands. I caressed her back and her hips, working down one leg, spending time on her feet before moving back up her side.

Bailey was purring by the time I was done, and she had a lovely smile on her face as I pointed towards the tap. She eagerly turned the piece which blocked the flow of water from the heated chamber and let it run freely into the basin. It was so hot that steam rose immediately, and Bailey added a touch of the natural-temperature water from the second tap to cool it just slightly. Once a few inches of water were already pooled, we slipped inside together.

There are a few moments which really stick out on the island in regards to old and missed conveniences. The first rich, sweet bite of shellfish after being hungry in those early days. The first time I slept on the wrecked boat's mattress after spending nights with Bailey and Keekah on the hard bottom of the washed-up metal container. The sinful pleasure of the cup of cold water the girls had gifted me when they'd discovered a can of compressed air to chill the drink.

This moment was in the same class. Even as the water only covered part of my legs and buttocks, the hot bath felt luxurious and decadent. I leaned back against the sloped sides and Bailey rested her back against my chest. We both let out a contented sigh as the water continued to pour in, almost too hot to stand, but neither of us was willing to cool it down any further.

We let it fill until the water turned colder, the heated chamber emptied and unable to keep up with the flow. We had enough in the basin to bathe properly, so we shut off the flow and let ourselves relax completely in the calm water. I don't think either of us moved for ten minutes.

There was something very special about having my beautiful fifteen-year old wife's body touching mine in that moment. Even without being aware of it, my penis had hardened below the water and was pressing against Bailey's lower back. She seemed to notice it after a few moments of it throbbing against her skin, and she started to move slowly back and forth so as to tease it. I reached around her arms and cupped her milk-filled breasts, caressing them gently. I kissed Bailey's neck, my breath drawing goosebumps on her skin. She moaned lightly as I slipped one hand down between her legs and teased her swelling clit.

I had come to notice over the previous months that Bailey's vulva had slowly returned to feel much like it had before she'd become pregnant. Her vagina, especially, had become tighter, her young body doing what young bodies do, the flexibility and elasticity which had been pushed to the limit in order to birth our daughter had slowly brought her genitals back to being the tight, clenching channel I'd known previously. My fifteen-year old was almost as tight as she'd been before, and I found it harder and harder to hold off my orgasms.

In one motion, Bailey pushed herself up slightly, moved back a few inches, and settled her pussy onto my cock. She took me inside slowly, moaning, and then began to ride me as my hands touched her stomach then once more found her sensitive womanhood. I nuzzled her ear and shoulder, whispering my love for her over and over, letting her know how special she made me feel. Her body tensed suddenly as she rolled her hips around my cock, her orgasm rolling in slowly at first before she cried out louder and shuddered, nearly pushing my penis from her body as her vagina clenched.

Water was splashing around us as Bailey began to ride me faster. She fucked me like she loved me, and I was filled with both desire and an amazing sense of belonging as I began to fill my young wife with my seed. I spurted into her in strong, thick jets, holding her hips so that I could ejaculate deep inside her vagina. “Oh... Bailey... Ohhhh....” She ground her pussy in small circles as my cum filled her, slowing and then stopping only when my cock started to soften inside her.

I pulled her back against me as we sank our bodies into the water again. I kissed her neck and massaged her milk-laden breasts. My penis slipped from her vagina under the water and I heard her sigh and relax again. “I love you so much, Bailey. Happy birthday.”

My fifteen-year old wife purred her contentment. “I love you, Kal... this... this was wonderful...”

“This is going to be a popular place around here. We're gonna need a bigger hot water chamber, I think.”

“Mmm... Can we just relax a bit? I know the water's getting cooler but... I just want you to hold me a while.”

I kissed her cheek and said quietly, “Anything for you, my love. Anything.” I wrapped my arms around her breasts and held her against me as we soaked in the lukewarm bath, forgetting for a while, everything else.