Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 180lbs, short dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 12

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'9, 75lbs, shoulder-length light-brown sun-streaked hair

Keekah, Female, 12-15(?)

	- Young teen on Isla Gale

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

Day sixteen dawned with me feeling more refreshed and at ease than any morning yet on the island. Keekah had already roused and when I went out on deck, I saw her defecating in the surf. I wasn't sure how to get across to her the convention Bailey and I had decided upon for our waste, so I just shrugged and watched her slide into the water and wash herself.

I scanned the boat deck and realized I'd left a lot of items exposed. Rain would have destroyed the sugar and many other things, so I set about getting the bounty sorted and finding a way to store our goods. The cabin was small, the contents had been stored there in a way that left no possibility of using the bed, and after the sleep I'd had, I definitely wanted to keep it clear.

I moved things into piles, items which needed dry storage, items which could stay out on deck. I tossed the broken water barrel over the side, moved life jackets and fishing gear to near the motors.

There was a hatch I'd missed in the back of the deck. The man-sized cover lifted easily and I could see down into the hull. Grabbing a flashlight, I descended the ladder and looked around.

The area was not tall enough to stand in, but I could tell it was mostly empty. There were boxes and suitcases scattered about, a dark fluid collected in pools at my feet. The first suitcase was too heavy to lift. I unzipped it and couldn't believe my eyes.

Bars of gold were packed inside, along with loose golden nuggets. I wondered just what the hell the man and woman were up to. The contents of the boat made me believe they were planning to go somewhere for a decent amount of time. It wasn't the sort of collection of things one would take on a pleasure trip. They meant to stay. The gold got my heart racing, pondering whether the dead owners had been thieves.

A second heavy suitcase revealed more gold, along with a small vial of what I assumed were diamonds. Very strange.

The last one revealed several pounds of high-grade marijuana, packages of cocaine, several types of pills, blocks of hashish, two glass pipes, two glass straws, and several baggies of marijuana seeds.

Several boxes turned out to be wine, half the bottles broken and ruined, but at least a couple dozen were still intact. There were two cases of vodka, two of scotch, an case of mixed whiskies and rums and brandies. The owners weren't planning on being without the 'necessities.'

A locked case presented a problem as I couldn't open it. I brought it on deck and wondered where I might find the key. Keekah was munching on crackers on deck, called out what I took to be a happy greeting. I hugged her, kissed her cheek, and felt myself stirring quickly to arousal as her warm, wet flesh touched mine. Her nipples were hard, her bush glistening, and I wrapped around her, taking her ass in my hands.

“Kal...?”

Bailey stood in the cabin doorway, a curious look on her face. “You should see this.”

I joined her in the cabin. Bailey pointed to the oven, the door open. Inside there were green metal tins. Ammo cans. I pulled them out and sat them on the stovetop, reached inside the oven to pull out two clips for the .45, already loaded. Inside the ammo cans I found hundreds of bullets for the .45. These guys weren't fucking around. Whatever they had been into, it was serious.

“What kind of idiot stores bullets in an oven? Jeez... Well, it doesn't work anymore, so we might as well stash them there for now.”

I hugged Bailey, kissed her, held her body to mine. “Get a good night's sleep?”

“Oh, yes! I think I could have slept all day, but there was banging below that woke me.”

“Sorry, that was me. I found a hatch down into the hull. They have some... interesting things down there.”

Bailey cocked her head. “Like what?”

“Come see.”

I led her down the hatch, where Keekah joined us. With the flashlight in hand, I showed them the gold, the drugs, the alcohol. “I don't know what to make of this. They were running somewhere, from someone from what the man said. I hope no one comes here looking for this...”

We rearranged what we could, the suitcases of gold too heavy to do more than push to the side. There was plenty of room left for storage, so we mopped up the gallons of wine as best we could and and the girls and I moved most of the topside items down below. The deck was cleared fairly quickly and by midmorning we were munching on bananas and a package of unleavened bread.

Keekah made us understand that she wanted to go check her snares and I nodded my head. I told Bailey to bring back more water, the cigars and lighters, and sent them off together on the errands. Soon the girls were shuffling down the sand holding hands, dragging the lifeboat along the surf, headed for the stream. I pondered what to do next.

I thought of the locked case, tried again to get it open. I searched around for a key, thinking it might be hanging on a ring somewhere or in a panel near the controls. I found nothing interesting, then considered that the man or woman might hold it.

The bodies were bloating in the warming sun and I had to hold back my bile as the mangled forms looked less and less human. I rifled though the man's pockets first, found nothing but a small folded knife which I kept. The woman's pockets held a key ring, so I headed back to the boat to try the keys. One worked.

Inside was a thin tablet computer. I opened the lid and it had enough power left to fire up. It was locked with a thumbprint scanner. I swallowed my revulsion as I realized that one of the broken bodies probably had the print needed. I carried the tablet to the woman and tried finger after finger. Her right index did the trick and the laptop unlocked.

It wasn't running a typical operating system, or at least, was not set up like any tablet I'd ever used. Given that my wife Kate and I had made our small fortune designing software for tablets and phones, I had extensive experience with the devices. This one had clearly been set up for a very particular use case. I was becoming intrigued.

There was not a noticeable navigation on screen. No app icons. No easy-to-understand menus. The mousepad produced no pointer that I could see. There was just a text box on a dark-blue background. I typed in 'Help' and hit Return. The field cleared and nothing happened. I tried a few other terms, like 'Menu,' 'Start,' and 'Boot.' After the last a yellow circle appeared in the upper left corner, but nothing else changed. I tried 'System' and 'Documents,' the latter turning the yellow circle red.

I tried one more, 'Settings.' Nothing happened for a few moments, then the screen went blank. I heard a tight whizzing in the tablet and dropped the device in the sand as it grew hot to the touch and smoked. Shocked, having never seen anything like that before from a computer, I watched as it caught fire and quickly was destroyed beyond recognition.

I was stumped. I stared at the charred, warped device as I pondered what had happened. It was obvious that there was something on it that was especially important to protect. The locked case. The thumbprint scanner. The minimal interface. A self-destruct capability when someone without knowledge of how to use it tried to gain access. I started to think the two on the boat were into more than just simple thievery.

The tablet was useless, wrecked, at that point. There was nothing further I could do. The fire had melted the shell and burned up the insides. I left the charred, smoking husk in the sand and headed back to the boat.

I wasn't expecting the girls back for a couple of hours, so I decided to build a fire pit, which took only a few minutes. If Keekah's snares had had success, we'd want to cook up fresh meat immediately. Pit completed, I gave the boat a more thorough examination.

I knew the reserve fuel tank on deck was just that: a reserve. The main fuel was stored somewhere in the boat, and I soon found the portal for refueling the main tank. I was worried about the danger of living with an easily-ignitable reservoir under our feet. For the time, I had no way of knowing how much was in the tank. I found a water hose curled up near the motors, and knew I could siphon off most of the tank.

I hoped not to waste the fuel, though, and left it alone for the time being. Instead, I cleaned up in the surf, the warm water lapping gently in midday. Surf-runners were all over the place, darting up and down the sand as the waves moved along the shore. I saw bubbles in the surf from crabs digging holes, watched a sandpiper catch one and run off with several mates following closely, trying to steal away the struggling morsel.

I dug around the water, deeper here than where I usually clammed near the camp. I found several mid-sized clams, a few oysters, none of the wonderful, succulent scallops though. I spotted good-sized crabs, schools of fish. With the addition of the fishing gear, catching fresh seafood should be no problem moving forward.

I gathered firewood from the treeline. Most of it was green and wouldn't burn easily, but I found enough to keep it going for a few hours and got it started. I recovered an actual pot from the kitchen gear, along with some tongs. I managed to separate the stove top from the oven section and figured it would make a workable platform for the cook pot over the fire.

Bailey and Keekah returned mid-afternoon. They brought back two pigs and two hares, along with several of the jugs of water, the cigars and lighters, some of the drink mix, and the strut we'd used to roast the hares and pigs. After storing the items, Keekah cleaned the kills and we mounted one of each over the fire.

While we waited, I retrieved a few things from below deck. A bottle of sweet red wine and some cups, a glass bowl, a nugget of pot. It felt like a good time to celebrate our fortunes, and though I had reservations about offering intoxicants to the girls, I felt we all deserved to relax and feel good for the evening.

The kitchen supplies included a bottle opener, so I popped the wine and poured us all a small glass. The girls giggled, Keekah sniffed it and eyed the wine suspiciously, chattering to Bailey in her language.

“Ever had wine, Bailey?”

“No... well... I snuck a sip of champagne once... Didn't like it...”

“You might like this, its sweet, not bitter and dry like champagne.”

Bailey sipped her drink a moment before taking a big swallow. “Easy, now.” I smiled. “It's meant to be savored. Slowly.”

Bailey laughed and took a smaller sip. “I like it. Tastes like grape juice.”

Keekah had watched Bailey drink and finally lifted her own cup to her lips. She sipped, sipped again, said something quickly, and downed the glass. Bailey and I laughed as Keekah grinned and asked for more. I poured much less for her the second time, not wanting the girl to overdo it. Bailey tried to show her to sip it slowly, and the mocha-skinned girl seemed to get the hint.

I put on the clams and we sipped wine and ate bread and jam while we waited. I raised my glass in a toast. Bailey joined me and Keekah mirrored us. “To us. We never meant to be here. Never meant to meet each other. Never met to leave our old lives behind. But here we are, the three of us. Lucky as hell, to be alive, to care for each other, to make every day count. To us!” I took a long drink and the girls did the same.

We ate clams while the hare and piglet bubbled and seared. The wine had loosened everyone up. Keekah was dancing around the fire, singing to herself, to us, and smiling the entire time. Bailey was feeling the effects of the wine and I made her drink water for a while, not wanting her to be sick. She was feeling good, though, and was very talkative.

“Who do you think they were, the boat people? Do you think they were criminals? Spies? Were they being chased?”

“No clue. They were involved in something serious though. All that gold, the supplies, they were going somewhere fast. I got the locked case open. It held a tablet computer which was strongly secured. I got in but couldn't get it to do anything. It caught fire when I tried and self-destructed. I don't know what was on it, but... someone thought it was worth destroying if the wrong person got ahold of it.”

“All that gold... can we keep it? I mean, they don't need it, right? We would be rich! Can you imagine? My mom did ok, we took vacations regularly, like the cruise... But that gold, it has to be worth a lot!”

“Maybe not as much as you think, but yes, it's a small fortune to be sure. I don't see why its not ours at this point, though gold doesn't do us much good here. I just hope no one comes looking for it.”

Bailey pondered that a bit. “I don't think they'll find it. If they do... what do we do?”

“We let them have it. We hide. We disappear. Let them have anything they want. If someone does come, we want nothing to do with them. Somehow I suspect that if anyone comes, it will be for the tablet rather than the gold. Whatever was on that device was probably worth more to them than a few bars of shiny metal. Gone now, of course, but they won't know that.” I scanned the horizon in the fading light, making a note to keep watch. A scene from Swiss Family Robinson played in my mind as I imagined pirates climbing toward our home and hurling coconut bombs at them. Not that we had coconuts, but I was buzzed and the idea of it was more humorous than distressing to me.

The meat was sizzling as we removed it from the fire. Keekah did the honors by slicing up the hare and pig and we quickly set into our feast. While we ate, I did a bit of math on where our supplies stood at that point. There was enough food from the boat that I figured we could make it last three months or so. If we supplemented it as expected with seafood and Keekah's snares, we could make it last much longer. There were some things we needed to consume first and I made a mental note to use those up first. The bananas were ripening already, and those were among the first items we'd need to eat from our bounty.

Full and feeling great, we kicked back around the fire, holding hands and enjoying Keekah's singing. My cock was half-hard, a result of the wine and the beautiful naked girls who touched my skin.

Keekah picked up a glass pipe and eyed it suspiciously. I flashed back to earlier days in my life when I'd smoked pot and had the urge to fire some up. I briefly debated whether I should even consider doing it with the girls around, but our situation was pretty unique, and I'd already offered them the wine. Back before the disaster, I'd have never considered smoking up in front of girls their age, let alone offering them some. But, again, after what we'd been through, all of us deserved to get high.

I packed a big bud into the glass bowl after I'd taken it from Keekah's grasp.

Bailey eyed me. “You're going to smoke pot?”

“Yep. Look, I know, not the best example, eh? But its harmless, in moderation. Mostly harmless. You can try it if you like, just don't make it a habit, ok?”

Bailey giggled and Keekah laughed too. I was unsure if the brown girl had some sense of what I was doing. The wind had kicked up a bit, so I used a Zippo to spark the bowl. I inhaled, felt the mellow come on and knew instantly this was going to be a fantastic buzz.

After a couple of puffs, I looked at Bailey. “Do you want to try it?”

“I think so...”

“Ok. How about I shotgun it to you first, try it out that way?”

“What's shotgun?”

“I take a hit then kiss you. You open your lips and inhale slowly as I blow it into your mouth.”

“I like the sound of that.” She was smiling. Keekah watched our exchange, looking eager despite not understanding what we described.

I took a big hit and set the bowl aside, leaned into Bailey and kissed her. She opened her lips and I exhaled into her mouth. She sucked in slowly, letting the smoke slide down her throat and into her lungs. She took more than I expected, and didn't start coughing until I moved back a bit. Bailey sputtered a moment, smoke spurting from her mouth.

She grinned. “Wow. Much better than the cigars.”

“Another?”

“Sure...”

I repeated it, she coughed lightly again, and I could see her starting to mellow from the weed. I looked at Keekah, offered her the same. She moved closer, opened her mouth and waited. I pulled in a lungful and kissed the girl, her lips wet against mine. I pushed smoke into her mouth, watched as she held her breath then exhaled the smoke and laughed. She opened her mouth again, and we repeated the processes, sharing a wet kiss around the smoke.

I was really stoned then. The pot was definitely high-grade stuff and my body felt both light and heavy at once. My cock was hard and throbbing. Bailey looked at it a bit glassy-eyed, smiled, sank to her knees and took me inside her mouth.

I groaned in pleasure as the twelve-year old bobbed her head along my shaft, her little mouth stroking my flesh and making me shudder. Keekah joined her, watched the girl sucking my cock. Bailey pulled back, offered Keekah my penis, and the brown-skinned girl took my dick into her mouth for the first time.

She was inexperienced, even more so that Bailey, and mostly just ran her lips along my length. Goddamn was it hot, though. The girl's mouth was wet and warm, had my cock humming quickly. I pulled Keekah off my cock and turned her around, pulling her ass down to my lap. I felt her hairy cunny, found that she was already slick and drooling, and brought my penis to her entrance.

I helped her slide onto my length, her hot pussy slipping tight and gripping around my shaft. Her ass settled on me, my dick mostly inside her and pressing against her cervix. “Bailey... if you get between our legs, you can lick us while she rides me.”

Bailey jumped at the opportunity, moved between Keekah's thighs and buried her head there. Keekah moaned as Bailey found her clit. I gripped Keekah's waist and moved the girl up and down on my penis. I felt Bailey's tongue near the base of my cock, her wet licks sliding down to my balls and back to the mocha-skinned girl's snatch.

My penis was in heaven. The slick, tight channel felt velvety, Bailey's tongue tender and rough all at once, the hairs on Keekah's pussy tickling and lightly scratching my skin. My cum was bubbling from my nuts. “I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum inside you, Keekah...”

She moaned, shuddered on top of me. I watched her ass cheeks jiggle as I lifted her up and down on me. My penis hit her cervix hard twice, again, and again, and I unloaded inside the girl. “Ohh... Ohh... Keekah... Ohh... Yessss... Bailey... Lick me Bailey... I'm cumming... CUMMING.... OOOOOHHHH... OOOOHHH... YESSSS.... UHNNN...” My cum shot out into Keekah's cunt, twice, three times splashing inside her vagina. Bailey licked my balls and raced her tongue back to Keekah's clit as I orgasmed inside the girl.

Keekah shuddered as she felt my semen flood her tight hole. She held Bailey's head against her crotch, grinding herself on my penis and against Bailey's face. She cried out, my sperm warming her insides. “aaah... aaah... aaah... Kow... Kow... Bay-nee... aaah... AAAH... AAAH... AAAH...” Keekah climaxed on us, her cunt spasming around my cock, milking the last of my load into her hairy snatch. Bailey was tonguing her clit fast, purring into the mocha girl's hairy pussy. Keekah rocked her hips around my length, sliding her body on mine as her orgasm peaked and her body washed with euphoria.

I pulled Keekah back, her hips rolling off my length slowly. Bailey continued to lick us as my sperm began to slid from the girl's vagina. The twelve-year old lapped up the creamy cum, my penis flopping out. Bailey mewled as she sucked at the creampie between Keekah's legs, the mocha-skinned girl panting as I kissed her neck and shoulders. Bailey took my penis in her mouth and sucked me quickly back to hardness as she cleaned the mix of sperm and Keekah's pussy juice from my length.

As Keekah rose off me and sank to her knees in the sand, Bailey rose over me and we kissed, her eyes glassy and aroused. She hugged me tight as we locked lips, her thin body pressed against mine. My cock slipped along her smooth stomach, aching to be inside my lover's body.

Bailey mounted me, her tiny breasts swollen and soon inside my mouth. Keekah slid between my knees and gazed at Bailey's thin hairless slit as she took my length inside. Half-way in I hit her cervix and quickly the girl was riding me. I gotta tell you, Bailey's pussy was so fucking tight. So tight. Each stroke felt like her channel was trying to squeeze me out, but the tightness had a strong suction that pulled against my dick, keeping me inside for another stroke.

Up and down she rode, panting and moaning and building a fire in her crotch. Keekah pressed her face into Bailey's ass crack and I could tell she was licking the girl's anus as she rode. Bailey let out a squeal and I realized that Keekah had sunk a finger into my lover's asshole. I felt the probe along my cock, Keekah's finger gently pushing against the shared wall inside Bailey's slit. Up and down, up and down, Bailey rode my cock and Keekah's finger faster, faster, for the first time slamming herself down on my cock. Her cervix smashed against the head of my cock, pushed back as she rode, and I felt myself slip inside the girl a little more each time.

By the time Bailey orgasmed, I was three-quarters of the way inside. “nnnunn... nunnn... OOHH... OHHH.. UNNN... NNNUNN... NUUNNNNGG.. NNNUNNNGG...” Bailey climaxed, her pussy clenching my penis as she rode my cock and Keekah's finger. She slammed down, ground her self against me, shuddering as she came. Her pussy flooded, white cream smearing along my length. Bailey held my shoulders, pulled herself to me, and kissed me deeply, moaning her cresting orgasm into my mouth.

Keekah withdrew her finger and Bailey relaxed, looked at me, had a satisfied grin on her face. “nnn... oh... Kal... oh... with her finger in my butt... wow... That... That was amazing... So amazing... I... I need a break...”

I kissed her and smiled my understanding. She slid off. Keekah turned around and was on all fours, offering me her sex. I took it. I slid off my chair and between Keekah's thighs. I fondled her butt cheeks, grasped her welcoming hips, and slid my penis inside her pussy, my length still slimy with Bailey's cream. I started fucking Keekah fast. Each time I hit her cervix she grunted, her body accepting my penetration with a tight, barely-yielding grip.

Bailey's cum and Keekah's juices made the brown-girl's crotch slippery and messy, white froth sticky on her labia as I slid my penis in and out of her. Keekah's back arched as I fucked her pussy, running my hands along her ass cheeks, and slipping a finger into her butt crack. She cried out as I touched and probed her anus, her tight, dark hole barely opening at my penetration.

Bailey had recovered and was watching us closely, touching her clit as I fucked and fingered Keekah. I looked her way. “I want inside you again, care to join us?”

She smiled and nodded, and I pointed her to Keekah's side and soon had her on all fours as well. I slid in and out of Keekah a few more times, precum squirting inside her young vagina. My cock was slick and creamy when I withdrew and moved behind Bailey's slim form. I licked her anus and vagina, tasting the mix of sweet and salty and pungent between her legs, smelling her arousal, her desire in her light, feminine odor.

I slipped the head of my creamy cock into Bailey's tight opening and pushed in. I was able to get a little more than half-way in this time, and began rocking in and out of her hole. The girls were kissing next to each other, Keekah's body still offering me her sex from behind. I fucked Bailey's cunt for a while, savoring the velvety grip of her hairless vagina. I spit on her asshole, ran my finger around her anus, and probed her backdoor as I humped her.

She moaned into Keekah's mouth. My balls were slapping against her little clit and I could feel the girl's body trembling into orgasm. “mmm... mmm... MMM... MMM... MMMHMMM... MMMHMMM... MMMMMMMM...” Keekah locked lips with Bailey as the twelve-year old came on my cock, her cunt clenching my length as I stroked in and out, my finger deep in her little ass.

As Bailey came down from her second orgasm, I slipped from her cunt and moved behind Keekah, quickly slipping inside the girl. It was her turn to moan, Bailey's panting face staring into the brown-girl's eyes, delight and arousal evident in my lover's eyes.

Keekah bucked against me, throwing her welcoming hips back against my thrusts. Her pubes tangled with mine as my balls slapped her clit this time. In and out and back in, I knew the young girl was getting close. I slipped my finger into her ass as I began to slam her, and that set her over the top. “ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... AAAHHH... AAAHHH... AAH... AAH... AAH... AAAAAAH...” Her anus tightened as she came, her crotch slippery and creamy, churning our her cum and my precum over her trembling dark labia and along my shaft. She bucked, clenched, cried out, clenched again, her orgasm slamming her body against mine.

I humped her through her climax and as she rolled down, I withdrew and moved behind Bailey. The light of the day was gone by this point, but the fire still offered a great view between the twelve-year old's legs. I slipped back inside her pussy and could tell she was becoming a little uncomfortable. Her grunts were different when she was getting sore. I had another idea.

“Bailey... ohh... ohh... Bailey, can I put it in your butt?”

“Yes... ung... ung... Put it in... ung... my butt...”

I spit on her anus again, used my finger to push it into her ass. I worked as much as I could into her hole and withdrew my length from her hairless cunt. Keekah watched as I repositioned the tip of my dick higher, against Bailey's little backdoor. I slipped the head in and Bailey let out a gasp. I let her get used to it a moment before pulling back slightly and pushing in again. She sucked in her breath as I penetrated her ass. Halfway inside, I stopped and rubbed cream from Keekah's pussy onto my length, pulled back a bit, rubbed more in, and slid deeper this time. I was nearly rooted inside Bailey's ass when I felt I'd about reached the limit.

I held inside a moment, my penis throbbing in her bowels, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer inside my twelve-year old lover's ass. I withdrew slowly, heard her suck in breath, and pushed forward, her guts burning and squishy around my penetration. In and out, in and out, in and out and hold, in and out and in and hold. I started sliding faster, deeper, rooting in Bailey's little butt.

Keekah moved closer, had her head near Bailey's ass, watching with eyes wide and mouth open as I sodomized the twelve-year old. Bailey was grunting louder as I fucked her backdoor. I could smell the intense aroma of anal sex as I churned her bowels, and I knew Keekah was getting a nose full as well. I saw the mocha-skinned girl sniff and smile as I humped Bailey's butthole.

My balls tightened up, I cried out, and unloaded in Bailey's bowels. “OOOH... BAILEY... CUMMING IN YOU, SWEETIE... CUMMING... IN... YOUR... ASSS... OOOOHHH... OOOOHHH...” My cock exploded, spewing cum into Bailey's guts. I slammed home, my pelvis crushing against her slender ass as semen shot from my penis. I filled Bailey's ass quickly, my cock squirting the last of the load as I held tightly against my lover's body.

I breathed heavily as I washed in euphoria. Bailey trembled as my orgasm waned, her tight backdoor trying to close and push me out. Keekah watched as my softening penis slipped and then plopped wetly out of Bailey's butt, slimy, signs of anal sex undeniable along its length. Bailey's anus gaped a moment, bubbling sperm dripping from her hole before it snapped shut and her body cut off the flow of my cum from her butt.

I moved up and collapsed between the girls. They sank into my shoulders, alternating kissing me and each other. I was still very buzzed from the pot, from the wine, and I knew the girls were too. It felt so fucking good. We spent a long time kissing and touching and fondling each other before we moved to the surf to clean up.

Bailey cleared her bowels in the water, her little body expelling its contents which included my cum. Cleaned up and very tired, we tossed the scraps from our feast into the diminishing flames. Late in the evening, we settled into bed and spent a second night in the comfort of the boat.