Shipwrecked - Chapter 166: Steps and Missteps (MFf Mf inc uncle/niece creampie oral voy)

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Chapter 166: Steps and Missteps

The five or so days which passed afterwards were mostly normal, efficiently-worked, and rather humid and hot. We celebrated Katie's first birthday with a small cake, which she loved, and some dancing around the fire that night, though my daughter wore out quickly and Bailey and I snuggled up with her for the rest of that night.

Sebastian had come south with Hakee a couple of days to work with us on the various projects, including the first real harvests from our fruit trees. The two types of citrus, one a sweet and sour lime, the other a small, red-meat orange, had to be collected and hauled back to camp, and there was so much that we sent a large basket North, eating some and preserving the rest. The sour lime was a perfect addition to many of our fish and seafood dishes, especially the stew. Additionally, the blueberry bushes were popping with swollen fruits and those were equally shared, eaten, and set to drying.

Hakee, Kinnon, and Nina spent two nights together, and according to Nina, they were working things out rather nicely, especially after some vigorous and sonorous lovemaking each night, the cries echoing inside the nearby shelters and easily heard from anywhere outside in camp. Hakee headed back to return to the North when the harvest was complete in the South.

We'd heard nothing from our departed friends, and, of course, didn't expect to. We listened from time-to-time on the radio to see if we might overhear anything from anyone, but only once or twice did a brief message pass, in some language we couldn't identify.

On January 16, I was holding Harry and Hermione while Keekah's efforts to return to normal increased. She was feeling quite strong, especially since we'd been able to make love again, and was stubbornly insisting she was perfectly able to mother the twins and labor around the camp. With our babies so small, only two months old, someone had to keep an eye on them regularly, though we'd found that both morning and afternoon naps tended to have the duo knocked out pretty consistently for a couple of hours, which allowed us to bring the outdoor crib into the shade and let the two sleep in the warmth and breeze.

Harry was fussy, so I looked around to see if any of the lactating women were nearby. I waved to Amy and she offered to feed my son while I gently tickled Hermione and had her doing something of a primitive giggle for several minutes.

With Harry suckling noisily from Amy's swollen tit, my wife nodded to my left and said quietly, "Think that's interesting?"

I looked to where she'd directed me and saw Felicity and Sebastian huddled together near the piles of seasoned, burnable wood, the young man leaning against a small tree, his eyes following the woman as she spoke to him.

I'd noticed the two were chatting since Sebastian had come South. He'd not left with Hakee since we needed an additional hand for some needed repairs on a couple of shelters. He and Felicity had held several quiet conversations, usually away from others. I hoped it meant the woman was opening up a bit and considering making new friends. I could only imagine that to be a good thing in her recovery.

"Nice to see, whatever it is," I replied after a moment of thought.

"Yeah, I think so, too," Amy nodded. "She needs friends."

"Agreed. Thanks for doing your part, too, Amy."

She shrugged and smiled, "She's nice, just..."

"Cautious," I said gently.

"Exactly." Amy asked, me, "You two, uh, work things out okay?"

She knew about the complicated feelings which had swirled in Felicity's imagination, and Amy had helped a bit by befriending the woman. "Yeah, I think so. She seems to be doing much better with things. I don't get a feeling that she's still clinging to what she'd fantasized. So, that's good."

We sat silently, watching Felicity and Sebastian. Felicity laughed and I saw the young man's broad grin spread. Sebastian was a bit simple, through no fault of his own. He'd been broken down and used as a slave all his life. Subservience and caution had been beaten into him. Like Felicity, it would take a long time to recover from the trauma. But he had been openly smiling more lately, perhaps just a sentence more talkative. He was starting to feel comfortable with us, and though he clearly still held many instinctive responses from his days as a slave, a handful of those reactions were starting to bend and change. His laughter soon followed his grin, and Felicity briefly rested her fingers on the young man's wrist while they giggled.

- - -

Rain pushed in not long after my break with the twins, but it was light and cooling, the breeze steady but not snapping the way it often did with fronts coming from the South. Our work continued as if we weren't naked and soaking wet.

The shock just before dinner was seeing Felicity shuck off her clothes near one of the shelters and stride rather confidently through the camp and down to the surf. I'd never seen her bare herself before, and while I avoided staring, this being a very big step for the woman, I noticed her pert, rounded breasts, tits more firm than a woman in her forties tended to possess. The fur patch over her Mons was thick, curly, and dark. Her skin was quite pale behind lines usually covered by clothing, distinctly lighter than the tanned shades on her arms, legs, and above her neck. Felicity was quite beautiful naked.

When she passed, I turned briefly to watch her bottom sway with each step. From the back, Felicity was no less gorgeous.

My spirits lifted modestly from that moment, I returned to my conversation with Kinnon about medical supplies, only to be drawn again to the shelters where Sebastian was striding, just as naked, towards where Felicity had settled into the surf. His cock hung down, flaccid but somewhat-thick regardless, and he quickly shuffled off to join Felicity.

I chuckled.

"What?" Kinnon asked as Amy walked up.

"Seems maybe those two have found a friendship," I explained, "and I like it."

"Nice to see," Kinnon agreed. "Think, uh... anything more is going on?"

I shrugged, "No idea. Not our business, but... no idea."

"Oh, I know," the woman said, "just curious. Given she's still carrying so much baggage, and he's a little... I don't want sound horrible..."

"Reserved," I offered, knowing her intent.

"Yeah."

I shrugged, "Who knows, maybe they will find a common cause, of sorts. Who knows why people make the friends they do."

Keekah joined us and kissed Amy, then me, looking briefly at Kinnon, smiling, "You need kiss, Kinnon?"

Kinnon laughed, shrugged, "Sure..."

They kissed gently just a few seconds, then giggled when parting.

Keekah turned to me and said, "We done with repairs. I need work."

I looked back at the crib where Harry and Hermione were sharing their nap with Azure. "Those two are gonna rouse, soon, wanna jump on that?"

Keekah wrinkled her nose and frowned, "They no need me now. Fed them just recent. I can work more."

It was admirable that Keekah wanted to do more labor and be thought of less as focused only on motherhood. I admit there was part of me that considered some sort of conservative, male-role, female-role protest. It was ingrained even though I had fought hard to never think that way or treat Keekah or anyone else as having a gender-role designation. "Err... Talk to Nina, see if she'd got something on her plate to unload, or," I paused, smiling at my dark-skinned wife, "you and me, we could do a mattress comfort test..."

Keekah laughed, "Oh, this I prefer!" Before I said more, Keekah was racing over to the bath house to wash away sand from her feet.

"Anyone want to join us?" I asked, directing my question to Amy, mostly.

My half-Asian wife smiled and shook her head, "Go have fun, I need to finish up my inventory."

Once Amy turned away, I was a little surprised to see Kinnon not declining my offer. Instead, she said, "Hey, uh, Kal... did you mean anyone?"

I nodded, "I did... Interested?"

"Yeah, actually... Think Keekah would be okay with me watching, at least?"

"Oh, she'll love that, and, most likely, she'll want you to do more than watch..."

"Mmm... I hope so... I've been wondering if she tastes like her sister..."

I chuckled, "Only one way to find out..."

- - -

With Kinnon going to wash up a bit, I joined Keekah after rinsing my feet. She was on her back, on our mattress, slowly fingering herself. God, what a gorgeous wife I had! Her youth still showed through despite her motherly hips, her stretched labia, and her swollen breasts heavy with milk. I slid beside her, fondling her tits while we kissed, some of her milk leaking onto my fingers. I shared it between our lips.

"Kinnon would like to join us, if you'd like..." I told her between nibbles of her earlobe.

"Oh, I want this, yes," Keekah grinned.

"She'll be along shortly... Told me she wants to know if you taste like your sister..."

Keekah giggled, "Mmm, yes. She will discover this, yes."

I sucked gently on Keekah's right nipple, thin milk coating my tongue. Her milk tasted different than any of my other wives, but each was unique. Not particularly sweet, but still rich and lightly-creamy. I didn't take too much, ensuring I didn't literally take food from a baby, but, then again, I wondered if Keekah's large mounds would ever truly run dry.

I heard footsteps and Kinnon leaned against the wall a moment later. I motioned her closer, saying, "Keekah would love to help answer your question..."

The girl grinned, spreading her legs wide.

Kinnon's face was full of desire and enjoyment as she knelt down and began to lick Keekah's swollen cunt. "Mmmmmm... Mmmmmmm..." Kinnon moaned as she ate the dark-skinned teen's pussy, "You taste so good..."

I kissed Keekah a while, long past the girl's first orgasm, Keekah riding Kinnon's face and the older woman not slowing down. Soon, though, Keekah wanted to do the same for Kinnon, so they switched places and Keekah slid her tongue into Kinnon's dark flesh. The woman drew me down, and I kissed her, her moans vibrating in my mouth.

I slid lower, suckling Kinnon's lovely breasts. She moaned and sighed, pawing my hair and reaching lower to run her hands over Keekah's head. Kinnon began to orgasm slowly over long minutes, finally crashing hard and fast, bucking, pushing Keekah away as she quivered, her breathing rapid and shallow, eyes clenched tight.

Letting Kinnon rest a moment, I pulled Keekah over me as I slid onto my back. My young lover took the hint and straddled me, pushing my hard cock into her slippery, messy cunt and sinking all the way down. She began to ride me and I surged in waves, quickly building up to release.

Before I got there, Keekah slid away and got on her hands and knees. I got into position and slid into Keekah's pussy from behind, soon slamming myself through her slick, clenching channel.

To my surprise, Kinnon rolled up into the same position as Keekah, right beside the girl. Kinnon's face showed an expression I'd only seen once before from her. I slowed in Keekah. Kinnon breathed, "I'd love you to fuck me, Kal..."

I paused my movements completely, "You sure?" I remembered how cautious and slowly Kinnon had wanted our first and only mating to go, the woman totally in control of our speed and our positions, her past trauma causing those moments to be bittersweet.

She nodded, panting, "Yes..."

I heard Keekah giggle, then I pulled out of the teen's cunt, a smear of her cream along my shaft, then moved behind Kinnon. I wouldn't last long unless I got serious control of my arousal. Keekah had gotten me close, but being able to penetrate Kinnon again was a special thrill.

I sank in slowly, gently, not wanting to do anything to trigger or surprise Kinnon. She gasped in a long exhale, then sucked in her breath again, pushing herself against me. Her tight cunt stretched around my cock and my penis pulsed, throbbing out a spurt of precum. "God, Kinnon..."

"Mmmm... You feel good inside me, Kal... Just go... slow..."

Keekah moved herself so that her face was below Kinnon's, the older woman leaning down as I penetrated her to kiss my young wife's lips. They moaned together as I carefully thrust in and out of Kinnon's pussy.

I felt fingers brush by my balls and looked down to see that Keekah had reached a hand between Kinnon's legs and was stroke the woman's clit expertly. Kinnon began to move against me more, rocking her body against my cock and Keekah's fingers. We rutted faster, a little faster, me holding her hips, letting the woman set our pace.

Before long, I was on the edge and started to let go, "Cumming... Uhnnn... Cumming, Kinnon... Uhnnnnn... Uhnn... Uhnn..."

Kinnon jerked with my first spurt and then her body was in overdrive, slamming back, each time causing my penis to send globs of spunk into her vagina. She jerked again, again, my cum still flowing, and the woman let go of herself, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Oh-oh-mmmmmmmmoooooohhhh!"

We came together, rocking steadily, mating and humping, my movements becoming ragged as I softened and Kinnon's cunt clenched from her orgasm. I slipped out, spilling seed down onto the mattress. Keekah pushed me aside with a giggle and pressed her tongue into Kinnon's vagina, sucking out the large load of cum I'd ejaculated inside the woman.

We rested together, the three of us, for only a few minutes. There was still work to do. Keekah sprang to her feet after kissing us both, then I followed more slowly, helping up Kinnon. She hugged me, shuddering lightly, "That was really fun, Kal..."

"You okay with things?" I asked carefully.

"Mmm, yes. I liked that much better than expected. You make love like a woman," she added, kissing my lips, "a woman with a very nice boner."

"My pleasure," I assured her, "any time..."

Kinnon hugged me again, then said, "Let's get to it, eh?"

I nodded, then remembered something. "So did Keekah taste like her sister?"

Kinnon grinned, "Sort of... but different, too... I'll have to get them together so I can try them at the same time..."

"I really hope you'll let me watch..."

"Or maybe you can fuck me while I lick them..."

"Any, any time," I chuckled.

- - -

The next week was rainy and humid, hot, but not the worst we'd seen that Summer or Summers past. Little of our work slowed except during the couple of days where storms were full of bursts of lightning. We harvested more fruit, a few tough-skinned apple-like fruits which the Uhonamonans called kottarpa were juicy and tart, maybe a little early, but we'd found worms trying to move in and decided to pick the most ready ones immediately and see if they might ripen a little off the tree.

We also caught a couple of small sharks and ate hearty steaks and lovely, rich stews and soups, a true bonanza of fresh, tasty food availabe to us. It was a real blessing to have such abundance given how easily things could have gone differently over the years spent on Phoenix.

Our snails were overflowing their farms, and we'd noticed that something was getting through our defensive screens and stealing them when we weren't looking, so we designed more durable fencing and added snails to most of our meals, sending some North with Sebastian when he ran some other supplies up to those making progress in the fields. We even trapped a handful of the large rats around camp and, using methods Tok and Hakee had developed, turned those into something like gamey jerky with some salt and drying.

Additionally, we trapped several fat hares and pigs, letting go a handful of the younger piglets, still kicking and fighting in the traps, so they could fatten more over the Summer. It was really our only source of meat, excluding the rats, not coming from the surrounding waters, and almost everyone ate heartily any time we stewed the hares or pan-fried ham steaks.

There was a regular path beaten across the island from the abundant crop harvest being carried South. I wished we had a way to make the transport easier, but other than adding a few log rollers in certain places or carving more easily-trodden rises and falls along the cliffs, we'd thus far failed to come up with anything practical. We considered a long series of ropes and pullies, but we didn't have the right sorts nor enough metal scrap to do it well, and, even if we had, the amount of rope we had on hand would likely not be sufficient. We'd also pondered using the boats, but given a stronger desire to only use our fuel in productive or necessary ways, and also the difficulty of rounding the Southeast corner of the island sometimes, that option was quickly ruled out.

So, it meant hauling heavy packs slung over shoulders across and down the island, returning North with any supplies needed in less-full packs, usually either the same day or, less often, an overnight stay.

There were no complaints, though. The newcomers had bought in and were contributing very well, learning our culture and starting to integrate. Hard labor could do that to people as they shared a burden and then got to share the downtimes, as well. Geeni and Kilba had even taken to being naked at times, usually around baths, but they had dropped the shyness and shame they'd displayed early on. Ranice and Abuella were becoming favorites in the South when they came in, both growing jovial the more they interacted. Ranice even had a wicked sense of humor and shared a few jokes with us each time.

I think it hadn't hurt things to offer each of the newcomers an out, a way to escape the new lives they'd chosen sight-unseen, or, for the those brought against their wills, without any other options available at the time. Once that option was before them, they had to pick to stay, and that just cemented the choice for each of them. They began, I believe, to think of Phoenix as home for a change.

The most heartwarming of all was the way Felicity and Sebastian had befriended each other. The woman had been much more relaxed and open and much less morose. I knew it could always be a mask, one slipped off only in private moments, but even when it was just the two of us talking, times when she usually allowed me to see at least some of her vulnerability, Felicity had been mostly positive and cheerful. I asked her a couple of times about Sebastian and she smiled each time it came up. She'd found someone who she felt safe around, the timid young man careful and his reactions deliberate and ingrained. She hadn't really talked to him much about what happened to her, and she didn't probe him for thoughts about his days as a slave. Instead, they talk about the island and the hard work and the people here, less gossip than innocent interest. Since both were new and barely knew anyone, they compared notes and had a chance to bond around their unique situations.

They also talked a lot about fitting in and how that worked. Sebastian, she told me, was feeling very good about Phoenix and had no complaints. He enjoyed working hard and doing what he could for our community. It gave him a sense of purpose. The young man admitted once, to Felicity, that he felt lost the first days when he had no one telling him what to do. I cringed when I heard that admission from her, knowing that Sebastian had spent his young life in slavery, conditioned to serve and produce rather than creating or growing independent.

It seemed a natural match, two people in need of friendship and gentle connections and a freedom to talk about difficult times. I didn't ask anything about intimacy or romantic feelings which might be part of their closeness, and Felicity offered nothing on that subject. The two had even been cheerful when assigned to take over the night watches from Kate and Ekoh.

Mid-morning, January 24th, we had an accident, or at least, Kylana did. The girl, just days earlier celebrating her sixteenth birthday in the North, had stumbled along one of the trickier passages coming down the cliff. Her uncle, Kunomo, raced into the South camp, bursting from the trees, yelling for help. We rushed to him and as soon as he told us what happened, I set out with Kinnon as quickly as possible, telling Kate and Ekoh to gather up our foldable litter and a few other items and follow on behind us. We chewed leaves to ward off the attacking insects, but we were deep into the trees before it had time to take effect. We always risked any diseases carried by the biting and stinging bugs, but with no sign of the hawk-bugs in many months, it was a risk we sometimes had to live with.

The three of us raced ahead towards the girl. Kunomo told us she'd fallen and her right ankle cracked loudly. She was in a lot of pain. He'd carried her some distance but he realized it would be faster to get help, leaving Kylana near where the stream was split from its old bed and redirected into the South camp.

We found her moaning softly, tears on her face. Kinnon set to work immediately, diagnosing it as a likely break. She gave the teen a painkiller, crushing it up so that it could take effect faster. Kylana swallowed and drank most of the bottled water she was offered.

Kate and Ekoh joined us with the litter while Kinnon was putting a pressure wrap around Kylana's ankle. Her pain had subsided a bit, but the area around her break already looked swollen and bruised.

It took some time to get the teen back to camp. With Kate and Ekoh initially carrying Kylana, and Kinnon keep an eye on her, I helped Kunomo gather up the produce they'd been bringing South and chatted with him as we walked back.

He was visibly shaken, though I certainly understood that the shock and excitement was the cause. Kylana was not just his niece, but had been his lover for some time. I saw little of the two over the previous weeks, just an hour here or there when they brought things South or when I went North. Kunomo shared with me that he and Kylana had been doing well, that they enjoyed being open and free with their love, and that they'd even shared themselves with a few others, as well, though that was a rare thing. Typically, they kept their intimacy to themselves, at least the physical part. The North camp shelters left little room for true privacy, so often, their lovemaking was only isolated by touch. Sights and sounds, and even smells, were shared without shame when they were together.

I continued to offer him assurances that Kylana was in good hands with Kinnon and that the surgeon would know just how to get her recovery started immediately. At one point, he changed the subject and asked, "You and Kylana, I know you two shared some things before I arrived, but since then?"

I shook my head, picking my way around some heavy, recently-fallen branches which would need to be cleared very soon, "No... not since. Seems she has eyes only for you," I grinned.

"Not wholly, but in general, yes. I ask only because... Well, I'm just curious."

"Something you're not telling me?" I queried.

Kunomo was quiet a moment, then shrugged, "I said we have shared ourselves with others, twice so far. I joined with Gale each time, and my niece, she and her brother were... intimate..."

"Oh?"

He nodded. "And this is fine," Kunomo assured me, brushing back rain-heavy branches overhanging the trail beside the rushing stream, "it is not for jealousy that I ask, only... I believe she maybe wishes for more than just me, and her brother..."

"Maybe she does... If not jealousy, why are you worried?"

"Worried? I... No, I'm not worried, Kal," he said, "no... just the opposite... I believe she has an interest in Tok, and... is it strange that I want to see her filled by him? He is so large, his penis, and I have fantasized seeing my niece take him. She is so tight, you know... I want to watch her try to take him... once she's healed, of course..."

I smiled, "I don't think that's strange at all, Kunomo... Have you tried talking to her about it?"

"What? Oh, no..."

"You should. It might surprise you to see how frank she might be about such things."

"Hmmm..." Kunomo paused his steps, then turned, "I worry that I might... influence her... to either act on it when I've misunderstood, wishing to please me instead of herself... or to deny her urge to do such a thing..."

"I suppose I could talk to her for you..."

"Yes... yes, would you?"

I pursed my lips, "Kylana and I haven't exactly been close lately, with her North and me mostly South. She's a delight and we have shared some special moments, but I can't promise she'll simply open up and tell me any more than she would you."

"I understand. I... I just fantasize about this, and strongly so some days... I need to know if she has these urges or if I am just letting myself imagine things only I wish to happen..."

"Then, I'll talk to her. I expect she'll be staying South a few weeks, and you'll be wanting to remain with her?"

"Yes, if possible. I would miss her terribly if I must return to the North."

"I'll see what I can work out."

Kunomo thanked me and we came back to camp to see that Kylana was already settled in the medical shelter, trying to get comfortable despite Kinnon working carefully around her broken ankle.

- - -

Kate offered to go North to replace Kunomo and Kylana, and Bailey wanted to go with her. The two left, taking Katie along, and headed North after an evening meal. I checked in on Kylana, Kinnon sitting beside the girl in the medical shelter, checking on the teen's pain level. Kylana was doing okay, still in some pain, but it was manageable. Kinnon wanted her to relax a few days and to generally keep her leg still and stable, though she said that getting up on her good leg and keeping it moving would be desired very soon to keep from causing further issues.

We didn't have modern materials to make a cast, but both the Uhonamonans and the Hahonokoans had developed rather solid ways of keeping broken limbs stabilized and the wraps were in place not long after Kylana had been brought back to the South camp. Kinnon said she would change it in a few days, then put in place a more long-term cast once they were sure things were healing as expected. Without x-ray machines or modern technology, Kinnon had to work from experience. She thought the break was probably clean and would heal properly, but only time would tell for sure.

Kinnon smiled at me and excused herself, then I took her place and held Kylana's hand. "How you doing?" I asked.

Kylana offered an opiate-influence smile, "Oh, fine. Could be worse..."

"Yeah... Wish we had a better way to move around where you fell. It's a miracle we haven't had more troubles there... I'll see if Gale or Tok have any new ideas when I talk to them next.

"It was just a missed step. I was... err... what is your word... thinking about other things instead of being careful?"

"Uh, daydreaming, maybe?"

"That sounds right," she nodded, "I should be more careful..."

"How have things been in the North? I feel like its been forever since I've really talked with you."

She smiled again, "Oh, good, really. It's hard work, you know, but... I'm happy. I have Kunomo with me all the time, and I just love him, you know."

"I do know. Your uncle and I were discussing something like that earlier."

"Oh?"

"He cherishes you, Kylana. No doubt."

"Yeah, I know. I feel the same." She paused and looked away a moment, lowering her voice, "Kal... can I ask you something?"

"Always," I replied.

"So... I think my uncle... he... he desires someone other than me..."

"You mean, sexually?"

"Yeah... I suppose..."

I told her, "I understand you two have already shared some moments with others... him with Gale, and you with your brother..."

Kylana giggled, "Yeah... that was fun, but... like... it's kinda strange, this one..."

"Tell me."

"Well, he comments to me a lot about Mie, how she's maturing and growing taller, looking more like a young woman... I see him watching her sometimes, with a look that says... well, he's interested, you know?"

"I do know," I said, "I've been lucky enough to enjoy Mie a few times myself, she's very fun to play with..."

"Oh, I'm sure..."

"Jealous?"

"Umm," she paused, then continued, "I don't think it's that... I guess... I just worry that... well... Mie's real young, right? What if my uncle decides he likes being with her more than me?"

"I seriously doubt that's going to happen," I replied, "he loves you, Kylana. More than anyone else. I doubt he would do anything to make you feel less than his very favorite person in the world."

"Yeah, I know," she said quietly, "I guess I'm just being jealous, then..."

"Don't you have some... interests... of your own?"

She looked at me, cocking her head, eyes a little droopy from her accident and the pain medication, "What do you mean?"

"Well... Kunomo suggested that maybe you had your eye on Tok..."

"Oh," Kylana smiled, her dark skin turning a little bit rosy, "yeah, I guess so..."

"Thinking you might like to share yourself with him?"

"Uh-huh..."

"Then you know something like what he might feel for Mie... you two are together, but, you know even better than your uncle how intimacy can be shared without breaking other bonds. If you want something, or if he does, you should talk about it. Don't hide it. Be honest."

"Yeah, I should..."

I added, "He told me a fantasy he has of you..."

"Oh? What?"

"Well, he's noticed you might be interested in Tok, and... your uncle would really love to see you try to take Tok's big penis inside you..."

Kylana giggled again, "It is rather long... I dunno if I could..."

"I'm sure you could, if you go slow and use lots of lubrication..."

"Well... I do get really wet thinking about him... or you... or my uncle, so... that's good, right?"

I grinned, "Definitely. You just made my day by including me..."

"It's true!" she exclaimed. "I haven't forgotten what we shared, Kal... That was really special for me, you know."

"Me as well... and see? Kunomo isn't worried about you and me breaking your relationship, and you didn't worry when he and Gale shared moments together. Talk to him, Kylana. Be honest. Tell him what you desire, and get him to tell you his, too. I think you'll find it really arousing to just talk about such fantasizes, and, if you both are comfortable, Mie and Tok are probably both willing to join you in the ways you only now dream about."

"I'm getting wet right now thinking about all this!" she admitted. "But I'm hurting too much for anything... Could you see if my uncle is around? I'd really like to see him right now..."

"I'll do just that." I leaned forward and pecked Kylana's lips, the pretty teen grinning at me. "Let me know if you need anything, okay? You're in good hands with Kinnon, I promise."

- - -

Kunomo leapt at the chance to see Kylana, especially after I'd explained the conversation I'd had with his niece. Kinnon came over to where I was putting the fire pit to bed for the night and whispered, "Even with the pain, she was sucking Kunomo off when I walked in a moment ago. I left them their privacy."

"Those two are something, for sure..."

"Uncle and niece, huh?"

"Yep."

Kinnon shook her head, "Still not sure I can get used to that, but... I have to admit... I really do want to get Keekah and Hakee together... I never told anyone this, Kal, but making out with two sisters has long been a fantasy of mine. Think there's any chance?"

"Oh, I have no doubt. Keekah rather enjoyed having you join us the other night, and Hakee, as you know, is horny most all the time. And those two together are a lot of fun..."

Kinnon kissed me quickly, then said, "I'll go see if they've finished up so I can check on Kylana's ankle. She should be fine in a few weeks, but we won't know for sure until I can test it a bit in a few days. Please make sure she's not expected to be doing anything too laborous for at least a couple of weeks. I already pulled out a set of crutches for her, but I don't want her on them until that ankle has a few days to pull back together."

"Understood. Let me know what I can do to help."

"Just what I said. I'll say if anything else comes to mind."

"So glad you're here, Kinnon, for many different reasons..."

The woman smiled at me, her black skin glistening from the heat of the late evening. "Me too. You really built something amazing here, Kal. I'm just happy to be a part of it." One more kiss and she left.

I was happy to have noticed that, from the moment Kunomo first came rushing into camp that morning, I hadn't seen Kinnon taking a drink, and I hadn't smelled alcohol on her breath that day at all. The most important concern I had was that she might be drunk at a time when we really needed her quick wits and her training. The maintenance drinking might not keep her buzzed, but I worried that it did impair her abilities. It was hard enough living somewhere without modern emergency rooms and medical equipment. We needed Kinnon to be sharp all the time and ready for any situation. At least, I knew, she'd responded well to that day's emergency and was avoiding the alcohol while her attention was needed by Kylana. Small steps, I thought, and necessary ones.