Shipwrecked - Chapter 168: Heart Grows Fonder (MFf fb MF ped inc cousins aunt/nephew creampie oral swallow voy exhib)

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Chapter 168: Heart Grows Fonder

The constant movement from North to South and back again continued on January 27th as it had for weeks and as it would for many more. Harvesting the earliest crops brought fresh produce in abundance, and while most of it stayed North to feed those working the fields, a good deal came South for those in the main camp to consume or prepare for longer-term storage. Generally, the transporters came in pairs. Not long after dawn, Tok and Gale came in together, leaving quickly, and not much later, Popko and Hunamu, and then Ranice and Abuella. Things were going rather well in the North during the hectic summer, and each team spent a moment checking in on Kylana before enjoying a meal or a snack and returning back to the North.

I loved that everyone at least asked after Kylana. It wasn't just a dutiful check in, either. There was genuine concern and interest, a shared labor in the North bonding together those who sweated and strained in back-bending efforts to feed everyone. With one of their own down, it was a personal request to take just a moment to say hello and wish the girl well.

I wondered how much we might drift, the two camps, if we didn't more fully rotate those in each place. It was vital to ensure everyone could perform duties in either place, and many of the same tasks were needed both North and South. Harvesting food. Chopping and preparing wood. Repairs. Cleaning. Meal-making. But there was a decided different feel to working in the North compared to the main camp. The primary work there was hours spent pulling and cutting and packing all the various produce in the fields. While the South had some crops, they were much smaller scale, limited, and rather close to the camp itself. The fields in the North sprawled along the upper plateau, around the lake and though the distance was certainly not more than a comfortable walk from end-to-end, the feel of working up there wasn't matched by the main camp.

I'd helped out in the fields many times, but I'd done less and less there as more people joined the island. I held some guilt about that. The labor of the fields, both from initial clearing to harvesting, step-by-step, the fruits of our work, was probably the most menial and backbreaking of all. Even if, in bursts, other work, such as the wood cutting, was more intensely laborious, the never-ending toil in the rows upon rows of crops was as mentally draining as it was physically. At least, that's how it had felt to me back when I'd done my share there.

But the Elders and I had come to decide in keeping me mostly South. It was our base of operations. It had direct access to the sea where the vast majority of our protein was harvested. The North had the smaller cove, but it was a tedious and somewhat-dangerous trek down the steep cliff path to reach the sand. It was easier, we'd discovered, to do most of our fishing and crabbing in the South. There was also something of a center to our society in the main camp. Most of our books, our journals, our supplies were there. Reserves were stored there. The North, despite it's now year-round occupancy, still held something of a work camp feel. Even with new buildings and better facilities there, to me at least, it never felt like a permanent place to live. The South camp was home to me, and I was very fortunate that people like Manu, especially Manu, had taken to staying North and directing the vital resource gathering there.

But it would be a mistake to isolate myself South, and I knew it. Most of our population was North over the warm months, and with so many new people on the island, people I barely knew, I recognized a conundrum. Politically speaking, there was no real challenge to me or the Elders. Not that I wanted to hold tight and never let go of my leadership or of those who had helped guide me along over those first months of me being Chief, but with dozens of people on Phoenix now, the possibility of a challenge to the direction we'd chosen was a growing.

I knew there was some minor concern over the departure of the four who'd left, though nothing serious had manifested. I also knew, from private conversations with Gale and Tok, the two along with Hakee helping do the biweekly check-ins with the newcomers, that there were some in the North who believed sending Ekoh out to trade was the right thing to do even with the risks. Kylana's injury had only reinforced in some how limited our resources were, and if Ekoh could trade for more solar panels, refrigeration, better medical equipment, that was worth risking the man, our boats, and whatever value we'd sent with him to trade.

Those sorts of disagreements, I suspected, could lead to one of the others taking charge of an opposition. I wouldn't even see the power of those who held different ideas until it was already firmly set against me. The probation period for those who'd arrived from Uhonamona was only a month or so from ending, at which time I alone would determine whether each person would stay on Phoenix and be granted full citizenship. I had no reason to deny anyone, and doubted I would do so except with extreme circumstances. The balance of power, my leadership and those of the Elders, could be challenged very soon, and though I hated becoming a politician in all but name, I couldn't stomach being out of leadership at such a vital moment in the island's history. I told myself I needed to ensure no serious challenge would be made because it was best for all of us to do so. I recognized, to my shame, that it was likely most every despot started out believing the very same thing.

So, I checked in on Kylana and Amy and Kinnon, assured the main camp was moving about its day smoothly, and when the twins Tila and Tika had brought heavy loads from the fields, I asked them to stay the night so that I could take the temperature of those in the North. I set out before midday, alone.

- - -

The trek North was automatic for me despite it being rare for me to actually travel there over the previous months. I knew every twist of the well-beaten path, I knew where most of us stopped to void so as to prevent contaminating our water supply. My feet found each stride up the ridge without much thought. Even a couple of stones appeared, on the surface, to reflect commonly-placed steps with slight discoloration and the beginnings of long-set indentations. Or so I imagined, anyway.

I wasn't just going North to be political, either. Or at least, not so singularly. The worries in my head made me feel like I needed to talk with Bailey. For whatever reason, our beginnings on Phoenix, when, at first, it was just the two of us, had cemented in me a dependence. I missed her terribly when she was North. She'd only been gone from me two days but I felt that distance. I could have discussed my thoughts with Amy or Keekah in the South and received intelligent feedback, but I was driven to go North to talk to Bailey directly. I would never have told anyone, not even the young woman herself, but if I absolutely had to pick one love, one companion, one holder of every secret, it would be Bailey. I was extraordinarily thankful I had never had to make that decision.

Though, I realized and admitted as I began to top the upper ridge, stopping to catch my breath a moment, that I had already, in a way, made that decision. Early on, after returning from my captivity, Kate was considering leaving Phoenix. She could have decided to go and it was close for a while. If she had, I was not going with her. I had chosen Bailey. She knew it then, and so did I. Sure, I could have couched it in a much more broad context, that I loved Phoenix and the life I lived on the island, that the others were loved and a valuable part of my life I didn't want to leave behind, but the truth was that if Bailey had wanted to leave and go elsewhere, I would have done the same. I hoped none of my other loves, none of my wives, ever knew that truth. It wasn't fair to any of them and it smacked around the polyamorous utopia I tried to help us all form together. For there to be a favorite had to be a secret only I knew, and even though there were moments when I was so deeply connected to Bailey that I longed to tell her that she was the most special of all those who were special to me, I simply couldn't plant that awful seed in her or anyone.

I suppose I was in an odd mental state over that trek. I dunno why I felt it so strongly, that pull to go to Bailey, to seek out her love, her body, her intelligent, thoughtful conversation. Maybe it was that, for the first time, I really considered what it might be like to not be in charge. To not be the one decision-maker who held the final say in how Phoenix moved forward. I'd discussed it many times, extensively when we were hashing out our Constitution, but it never really hit me until I'd put those pieces together that morning and felt compelled to embrace the political games I had to play to ensure my place was assured moving forward. I couldn't wait until the probations were ended and the newcomers were capable of forcing a new election. I needed to shake hands and kiss babies and all that sort of thing right then. And, I suppose, that made me need to seek out Bailey for assurance, for guidance, for whatever it was that she offered me that just wasn't quite the same from anyone else.

- - -

I want to include an excerpt from Amy's personal journal here. Written a few weeks earlier from a day when Amy had gone North to coordinate with Hakee and Gale on rations and supplies, it offers a glimpse into what I experienced myself when I first encountered those working the fields that day:

I was surprised to encounter singing when I joined the others. I stood apart, just watching a moment. The song's words were ones I didn't know, a language I'd only barely picked up over the time living with those from other places, but it was uplifting even without such understanding. They sang as one, arms and backs bending and straining while they harmonized. I wondered when this began. I couldn't recall a time where we sang during our labors. But the newcomers, it seems, had introduced the songs almost immediately and those who understood the language had quickly joined in. It was clear the bonds between those working in the North were strong and shared a common understanding that I, as yet, could not mirror with them.

Perhaps, in a way, the bonds I had with Kal and Bailey and others I knew better, others I'd spent the past months and years learning to love and cherish, were something similar, but the singing, the rising above mere labor to sing, made me feel like an other for the first time on Phoenix, or at least since my very earliest days here. I felt a little sad, to be honest. It was change taking place. Change I knew would come, but which I wasn't prepared to see so directly. Change which surprised me by excluding me, unintentionally, from those I lived with and worked with. I'm not sure yet how to think this through. It does, though, inspire me, regardless of the otherness I currently feel. I should have spent more time learning these languages, these words. More, I should be spending a lot more time getting to know those here now. I know it has been a hectic time, a time of concern, and it is easy to excuse this lack of connection on those things, but the future will include these people, their customs, their bonds, just as strongly as the ones I knew before them. For all of us, me no less, it is vital to bridge the distance and stop being others to those who will one day have the ability to bring even bigger changes to our lives whether I liked it or not.

The singing I heard as I paused beside a field of tubers was deep and lifting. It was almost like a pirate chanty, moving swiftly along, feminine voices rising up and being grounded by the deeper tones of the men working the field. I couldn't understand much of anything, me being too lazy to bother learning much of the languages of the others, but whatever tale the song told, it provided the scene a soundtrack. I felt like an other, something I would learn only later from reading Amy's journal was not an uncommon experience. It made me certain that coming North had been the right thing to do. I might not always be the best person to lead Phoenix, but I was confident, despite some lingering doubts about my own decisions, my own abilities, that no other was placed in such a way as to best assure our society's survival in the coming months. I had to ensure that the newcomers came to believe the same.

Manu spotted me first and stopped her singing to smile and wave me over. We hugged and I greeted the others, including Kate. Bailey, I was told, was working on the evening meal by the main shelter there. Instead of heading off to see her, as was my desire and first instinct, I dropped down and began helping those pulling a line of tubers from the ground.

The singing had stopped, and for a few minutes, the silence was just normal. But I came to quickly realize that they had stopped because I had joined them. This was not a welcome understanding. "Say," I said to Manu, "think you might teach me a song?"

She grinned, "I expect we could. Or maybe one you might already know?"

I cocked my head as she started the verse.

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad..."

By the time she moved to the next line, other voices joined in. "Take a bad song and make it better."

I was blown away. I looked around to see almost all the others, every one of the newcomers, singing the famous Beatles song. I joined them after a moment spent smiling broadly. They knew every line, and when the song ended, we started again at the beginning and ran through it a second time.

I found it incredible how much that distracted me. The singing took some energy, yes, but as my body strained and stretched and grew sore in places, it lifted me above it. I found a sort of euphoric contentment to join in, to be part of their song. Even when they replaced a familiar tune with one in the Uhonamonan tongue, I hummed along as best I could, even learning the delightful and short chorus pretty quickly.

"Supper is ready, folks! Let's cut out for the night." Gale called out as she walked up to us. The singing faded out as those working the fields stood and stretched and collected their bundles and baskets and slowly headed towards the shelters. I looked up to realize several hours had passed since I'd first knelt down in the rich soil to pull tubers from the earth.

I lingered with Manu until the others had left. "Thank you for that," I told her.

"Hmm?"

"Letting me join in by singing something I knew..."

"Oh, sure," she smiled, "we sing that one often. Everyone just loves it."

I paused a moment, then admitted, "I need to fit in more, Manu."

"What?"

"With the newcomers. I need them to see me as just one of them. I'm... I'm a little worried about things..."

Manu eyed me a moment, then slowly nodded. "It wouldn't hurt you to get to know them better..."

"Probations are up in a month or so..."

"Yes..."

"Think... think we should worry?"

"About a revolt or something like that? No," she shook her head, "no, things are going well for all of them at this point. Some sore spots around those who left, and about whatever's to come with Progress, but there's not likely to be any sort of conflict of any major kind. You're safe, Kal."

I swallowed, "Maybe short term, but... like you said... I can't go longer without getting to know people... It's creating a divide between us. Most of the newcomers are in the North and I rarely see them or spend any time with them... I worry that I'm a distant ruler who provides an easy target when there are issues..."

"Perhaps so," Manu agreed, "so what is it you propose, exactly?"

"I need to be North more often, at least until the Winter approaches and more people can stay South. I just need help figuring out how best to do that."

"Well, we can work on that... What's your short-term plan? Staying the night, I assume?"

I nodded, "Yeah. I'd planned a night. I'll need to head back South tomorrow afternoon I think, but... We need to work out a way for me to integrate more fully with those who joined us in November."

"Interesting way to put it," Manu said, "you integrating with them. But accurate, I think."

I hugged the woman and thanked her, "Rather hungry. Hard to believe the work went so quickly today. It didn't feel anything like the tedious minutes and hours I usually experienced in the fields."

She smiled and kissed my cheek, "These are good people, Kal. And they enjoy what they do, difficult as it is. The singing helps, I think. You saw that yourself today. But it's more than that. There's a... culture developing here. You, and all the others, need to be sure to stay inside it. You'll see at supper some of what I mean..."

- - -

Bailey's kiss and hug brought butterflies to my stomach. Even though I still wore filthy clothes from travel and the fields, she pressed her naked body to mine and I could feel her desire for me in every grasping squeeze. "I've missed you, Kal..."

"It's only been two days," I grinned.

She narrowed her eyes, "Saying you didn't miss me?"

"Just the opposite. Can't you tell?" My penis was pushing out my loose jeans and pressing against her body.

Bailey laughed, "That happens no matter who's hugging you."

"True," I replied, "but honestly, yes, I've missed you terribly. It feels much longer than two days..."

"Agreed."

Katie shuffled her way from where Tok had been playing peek-a-boo with her to stand next to me. She hugged my leg and I picked her up and kissed her face until she giggled. "Dadada," the infant smiled. "Bwen go Dadada."

"Been gone, yes," I grinned, "but never far from you little love."

"Swivvey. Trahm swivvey."

Unable to figure out what she was saying, I looked at Bailey who just laughed and shrugged.

Tok joined us and said, "She told you she loved you, in a sense."

"Hmm?"

"Uhonamonan. She's picked up a few phrases already."

I felt my heart flutter. "That's fantastic!"

He nodded and smiled, "It's good for children to learn more than one language. Bailey's been helping Gale and I teach her some words. She's caught a few."

I hugged my daughter again, then watched as the rest of those in the North gathered for the meal. To my surprise, many of those around the fire had knelt on one knee, facing the center, with Heeuah standing and pressing her palms together in a grasping position above her head. She began to do what I could only assume was pray.

I watched with interest, and more than a little confusion. While most of those on Phoenix before the newcomers arrived did not join in, all of those from Uhonamoan did so, as did Manu and Amu, Mie and Poln, Abuella and Racine, and I saw Gale mouth a few of the words silently. The prayer finished with a flourish of Heeuah's arms which swept down to be bent in front of her, palms separated. I think she said the equivalent of an 'amen' because the word was repeated by those participating, and then they all queued up to get steaming bowls of stew.

I leaned over towards Gale and asked, "So..."

"The prayer?"

"Yeah..."

"Something important to them Kal."

"What religion is it?"

Gale replied, "One they reintroduced here. A worship of ancestors, as best I understand it. They prayed for guidance and protection and for Kylana's injury to be healed."

I nearly spat, not exactly thrilled to see superstition and religion introduced on Phoenix. Gale spoke before I responded. "You may not like it, Kal, but you can't stop it. Nor should you."

"I know," I admitted. "But nothing we do here is helped by believing superstitious bullshit."

"That's just not true."

My mouth gaped in surprise.

She continued, "You think these people would be as comfortable working long hours? In a new place, somewhere not the home they knew? Around strangers? Without these things, this identity, I'm not convinced that the four who left wouldn't have been joined by many more. They're building a new home here, becoming part of our home. Maybe there is no supernatural guide granting their wishes, but the power of these beliefs benefits every one of us by granting meaning and purpose and hope above mere survival. You and I, we believe no such things as gods and ancestors who offer assistance, but they do and it has helped them adjust to life here much more easily than it might have. I know you don't see that since you aren't here often, but—"

I cut her off, "I know, that's part of why I'm here, Gale. A big reason. I feel the separation, and I can't pretend to represent and lead everyone if I don't actually know them, or, just as importantly, if they don't know me. I just... The religion thing surprised me, that's all. I'm not foolish enough to try to forbid it. That's not in my power, regardless, but I see the value. You're right, of course. This is how they've found a common bond. Another common bond. I'm not going to believe what they believe... but I do need to accept that they do and such is their right..."

Gale nodded and said, "You should stay North more often..."

"Manu and I were just discussing that earlier. Let's get the Elders in a huddle at some point tonight or tomorrow and figure this out... I can't afford... We can't afford for me to lose touch with anyone."

"Tomorrow is fine," Gale told me, casting a nod past my shoulder, "I think you have a couple of people hoping for a different sort of attention this evening."

I turned to see Kate and Bailey watching me. Both gorgeous and clearly horny, I had no trouble seeing the desire for me in their eyes. I thanked Gale and joined my wives, "So... If you two can give me enough time to eat something, I'd sure like to eat something even better right after..."

Kate smiled and Bailey giggled, the redhead offering, "That was just what we were thinking, Kal."

- - -

What followed was a much longer meal than I expected. In a very good way. For a while, I ate in silence, listening to conversations in other languages, but many in English, as well. Slowly, Manu eased me into a discussion with several newcomers about dreams of the future. They saw the island as their new home, not just a place they had come to escape their old one. They wanted to see crafting and arts take hold. Takino had already been spending some free time carving statues of animals and fantasy creatures out of branches. Geeni and Kilba had developed paints by mixing minerals and extracts from wild plants and had even decorated one wall inside the main shelter with scenes of a sunrise over the island and a festival around a cook fire.

I joined in their enthusiasm, telling them, "We definitely should do this! Free time is important to all of us, and how we spend it should be up to each individual. What you've been doing, the paintings, the crafts... I'm simply in awe of how you've brightened the world already."

Geeni, who I'd known early on as one of the most shy amongst us, confidently told me, "We need to celebrate more... In Uhonamona, it was common that we had a coming-together, to praise those who had done well that week, to support those in need, and to thank the Gods around us for our blessings..."

I nodded, carefully walking a line, "This, too, is good sense. I may not hold your beliefs, but I will forever support them to be expressed..."

Geeni looked at me and asked, "What do you believe?"

I swallowed. I hated the political influences in my answer. "I believe we should be free to hold our own beliefs. I think it is vital for all of us to be able to express our hopes and fears in the ways most personal to us."

"Do you hold anything for your gods?" The woman's nephew, Kilba, questioned. "Do you not offer them your own thanks?"

"I believe thanks and worship go most fairly to everyone on Phoenix. We alone labor to provide and support. Whether the gods lay a direct hand on our work, we can see only what is before us, directly, certainly. I see people joining together to better the lives of everyone here. That is all I need or deserve in this life. Celebrating my friends, my family, and ensuring each moment is spent making their lives on Earth, their lives right now, better."

I saw pursed lips and considering expressions, but no one further pressed me on my religion, or lack thereof. I wondered if I'd done good or ill in the relationships I was trying to develop with the newcomers.

Conversations shifted to smaller groups and I finished my meal. Kate and Bailey excused themselves to bathe in the lake, and I did the same, stripping my clothes in the main camp and noticing more than a few curious eyes watching me. It wasn't like I'd never been seen in the flesh by anyone in the North, but I recognized that there was an interest this time that I hadn't seen before. Or, just as likely, hadn't noticed. Geeni's gaze, especially, was lingering below my waist, the tall, stout woman pretty face reflecting firelight in the fading evening glow. That image, of her eyes looking lower on me than I'd noticed before, stayed with me as I hurried to catch up with my wives at the lake.

- - -

As was normal when I bathed in the North with beautiful women, it was less about getting clean and more about getting clean enough to begin caressing each other in the water. At first, we just talked about why I'd come North, about how I needed to connect with the newcomers more directly.

Four others had joined us by the time Kate, Bailey, and I began to shift ourselves to the shore where we'd rolled out a sheet and towels. As we dried, I saw Mie and Poln beginning to rut together nearby, the young cousins much more practiced, sexually, and they seemed to mate with a fluidity which only familiar, regular practice could develop.

Geeni and Kilba were also there, but they were still in the water, occasionally glancing towards the three of us beginning to touch and kiss again, sometimes looking over to where Mie had been spun onto her back and was making love with her cousin, kissing him deeply as they pumped slowly together.

"I saw that," Bailey giggled as Kate sucked her breast and I kissed her neck.

"Hmm?" I replied.

"You watching those two..."

"Can't help it."

She grinned, "Me either... I love watching them together..."

Kate leaned up and kissed me, rolling herself over Bailey's wet, naked body so that she was between the girl's legs, humping her as if she had penetrated Bailey's cunt. "Have you seen Geeni with Kilba yet, Kal?" she asked before leaning down to spread her tongue over Bailey's lips.

"No..."

"They were kinda shy, at first," Kate said quietly, "but lately... they do it often in front of others... maybe you'll get to see."

For the time, the aunt and nephew stayed out in the water, the growing darkness turning them into fuzzy silhouettes barely seen. I sank back into my wives, more than content to ignore everything else and bring these beautiful women what pleasure I could.

I slid behind where Kate was slowly humping Bailey, the two kissing and moaning softly. I moved hands over Kate's ass and Bailey's thighs, caressing them a moment, then slid my fingers along wet slits, finding both women slippery and swollen. Bailey's pussy had been carefully trimmed, hair on her labia and further back, but her Mons cleared away except for a small tuft just above her clitoral flesh.

Kate's, likewise, was trimmed, though mostly in length. No longer was her bush full and dense. The mat of soft fur left behind was short and wide, framing Kate's cunt just perfectly.

I fingered the women with one, then two digits. Kate's thrusts became more urgent against Bailey. I leaned down and pushed my tongue onto the top of my first wife's lower lips, tasting her pungent juices a moment, my tongue opening her flower and slurping out the wetness inside. I rimmed her, causing her hips to jerk and strain. I moved my hand from Bailey's slippery pussy to Kate's and within moments, the redhead was climaxing loudly as she bucked between the teen's clenching thighs.

She rolled off and I spread Bailey's legs wide, sniffing her horny, sticky cunt before lapping against the velvety folds. Bailey's clit was hard and straining, and while Kate suckled milk from the young mother's tit, the teen orgasmed hard and trapped my head between her legs for long moments before releasing me and letting me breath fully again.

I heard moans and looked up to see that Mie and Poln were no longer beside us, the moon risen enough to cast some light again. Instead, Gilba was with her nephew, riding the young man slowly and watching me and my wives quite clearly. The woman's body jiggled and swayed. It was quite a lovely, erotic site, especially when I saw the young man tensing up. Kate pushed me onto my side and together with Bailey began sucking my cock while I watched the aunt and nephew together.

Kilba grunted as he thrust. I saw Geeni watching me as she rode him, her hands caressing his chest. I felt myself swelling quickly. Kilba's orgasm was a gutteral groan as he unloaded inside his aunt's pussy, and I was soon feeding my cum to two greedy, slippery mouths, spurting hard as my eyes locked on Geeni while she slid from Kilba's body, her nephew's semen trailing out of her the whole time.

"See," Kate told me quietly as we recovered and snuggled, "they've come so far."

"They're beautiful together..."

"Mmm-hmm," Bailey agreed, kissing my chest. "I think she's interested in you, Kal."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, a flutter of hope it was true.

"She's always watching you when you're around. Kate's seen it, too."

"Yep," the redhead agreed, "I know that look she gives when she's staring at you. She's definitely interested."

I thought about it a moment, "Think that's a good idea?"

"You were wanting to connect, right?" Bailey said, "Isn't this how we do that here? Phoenix has always been about intimacy, right? Maybe not everyone with everyone... but when there's interest... that's part of who we all are..."

I nodded and kissed her forehead. "Yeah... true... I suppose I'd thought about sharing everything else with them, maybe... I hadn't really thought too much about that..."

"I mean," Bailey giggled, "it's not like you're lacking attention or anything..."

I laughed, "Very true..."

"But, still, if she's interested, and I know you are... Can't think of a better way..."

"And what do you think Kilba will think?" I asked.

Kate answered, "Kilba," she said, "has already taken other lovers."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

"Geeni?"

"None that I know," Kate replied, "just her nephew so far, I think."

The aunt and nephew were cuddling not far from us.

"What about you?"

Kate said, "Hmm?"

"New lovers?"

She smiled and smacked my thigh, "Jealous?"

"No, just curious," I grinned.

Kate shrugged, "New ones? Yeah, Heeuah and Unune," she told me, referring to the forty-something mother and her twenty-something daughter. "They're fun... No new men, though Bailey's been eyeing..." Kate cut off abruptly and felt both women stiffen.

"Eyeing..." I prompted softly.

"Err," Kate stalled, "nothing."

"Bailey? It's okay, you know..." I said. Bailey had been more reserved about sexual relationship beyond those of our tight bond, especially other men. It wasn't something I'd asked of her, she was wholly free to do as she wished, but she'd never chosen to become intimate with any man other than me.

"I know... I just... I feel guilty, Kal."

"Why?"

"Because... I dunno, I just do. Like..."

Kate completed her thought. "She thinks that she made you some promise at one point about never being with any man but you."

"I don't remember that..."

"Well, I did," Bailey said quietly, "or I promised myself that I'd be only yours like that..."

"But you are interested in another man, yes?"

She hesitated, "Yes."

"I want you to do what you wish, Bailey," I told her. I admit there was a small jealous stone irritating my guts right then. I suppose, I too, had felt it was special that Bailey had only ever been with one man: me. I feared that was the connection which made Bailey the one above all I would choose. Was I really so selfish? Was that all that made Bailey stand out from the rest? I really hoped not, but couldn't help feeling it was a strong possibility.

"I know... I'm just... thinking about it, Kal..."

"Care to tell me who?"

She paused, clearly debating just how much honesty she could stomach admitting to me. Quietly, she said, "Tok."

I smiled, not wholly surprised to feel the painful knot in my stomach ease substantially. Tok was more than worthy of being the second first man in Bailey's life. Not that it was mine to approve or judge, but if it had to be anyone, there was no one I would pick ahead of Tok. "I'd like for you two to be together..."

More silence, then she asked, "Do you mean, that, Kal? You're not jealous."

I shook my head. "No... Look... What we have, Bailey, is much too special to think you being only with me is the key to it all." I was more convinced than I thought having doubted just such a thing moments earlier. "You are young, you deserve other experiences if you want them. You can't be held to some impossible standard like half-monogamy. We'll always be special, Bailey, even once you've enjoyed the comfort of another man."

When Bailey didn't respond, Kate said softly, "I've explained how that was for me, Kal, sharing you at first, and even harder, finding out just how strongly you'd fallen in love with Bailey here. But after I understood, after getting to know her, to know the new you, I saw that we never lost what was good about us. That what you had with Bailey and anyone else only made what we had more special. Different, in some ways. But stronger. You and I can survive more desperate times because of Bailey."

"I didn't say I'm in love with him, Kate," Bailey sighed as if she'd made this point before, "only that I might want to be intimate with him..."

"I understand," Kate replied, "I'm just saying this to show you that the thing you fear, that your relationship with Kal will be less than it is now, doesn't have to end up coming true."

"But what if it does? What if I find out that I've fallen for Tok, or that he does something ... sexual... for me... that Kal doesn't do. What if I regret it immediately and feel like I've just poisoned everything? I can't undo it once it's done, Kate..."

I hugged Bailey tight and said, "He will, Bailey."

"Huh?"

"He will do things sexually to you that I can't do. He's bigger, for one thing, and you're gonna notice that different. His fingers are more calloused, longer. He'll touch you in unfamiliar ways which you'll immediately love and want to feel forever. He'll be so obviously different from me as a lover that, after you're done, you'll have to work to recall what it was like to be with me."

Bailey sounded mildly anguished, "Why are you saying this?"

"Because you'll come to see that that's part of life and it's a good thing. You'll treasure Tok for those positive differences, for the unfamiliar sensations. You'll also learn that you and I are pretty damn good together and that the more you're with Tok, the more pleasurable your moments with me become. Because we aren't the same, because you want to experience pleasure in different ways. I'm not just making this up, Bailey. That's exactly what happens for me, and, I expect, most everyone else here who shares multiple partners."

Kate breathed, "It's true. That's it, exactly... Look at me, Bailey. I've taken both Tok and Ekoh as lovers. The difference between them sexually is quite stark. Tok's cock is long and much thicker, Ekoh's quite small. But they are both excellent lovers, and the difference between them only makes each of them more arousing. I know I'll enjoy myself with both men, differently, but no less wonderfully. That's just how it works when you like your partners and feel good when you're with them. Kal won't miss out on anything, I promise, and you'll find, once you settle in a bit, that you desire him even more when you experience other men."

Bailey thought a moment, "Okay... That makes some sense... I'm just thinking it over for now... At least you know, Kal..."

"Thanks for being honest." I kissed her head again and stroked her arm. "I love you so much, Bailey, and I love you, Kate. Whatever the future brings, we're together through the end, okay?"

The both smiled and stroked me slowly. I was starting to rouse again when Kate whispered, "Kilba's gone, but... I notice Geeni's lingering behind, Kal..."

"Are you suggesting I go seduce her right now?" I mused.

"I'm suggesting," Kate grinned, "that you won't have to work too hard at it..."

"That's our cue," Bailey smiled, looking a little less anxious than moments before.

The women rose up and gathered all but the sheet and my towel. I sat a moment, looking out at the water, then stood up and slowly approached Geeni in the moonlight. Somewhat awkwardly, I smiled and said, "Beautiful tonight, care for some company?"

She nodded and patted the space beside her on the blanket. We sat quietly watching the moonlight play off the small ripples racing around the surface of the dark lake. "That was nice," she said after a moment, "seeing you together with them."

"So was watching you and your nephew."

She smiled and looked down. Geeni's hair was still matted from the lake or from sweat and without thinking I reached out to swipe away a strand hanging over one eye. I paused an inch from doing so and she looked at me a second before leaning closer and letting my fingers hook the hair. I drew it back and let my hand linger there, slowly bringing my fingers down to her cheek.

We began to kiss so suddenly that it took a few seconds to let my mind process it. Her lips were full and sweet. She kissed slowly, gently, and I did the same. My hands began to caress her body, her heavy breasts tender and warm in my fingers. I kissed my way down from her lips, along her jaw, down her neck, and soon was suckling her tits one after the other.

I went down further, further. I smelled the recent sex as she spread her legs. Hairy fur tickled me as she opened more and my face was soon hovering over her pussy. I knew she likely hadn't cleaned herself since her nephew had ejaculated in her, and I didn't care. She panted and moaned in alto tones, slowly rising and falling as I began to lick up the sticky flesh between her legs.

I tasted the man's cum, though mostly I tasted the woman's own flowing juices. Geeni got very wet when excited and it literally leaked and squeezed out as I ate her. The slickness was light, a little tangy and salty, but just a touch. "Mmm-mmm-mmm..." she moaned as I lapped her private flesh.

To my surprise, she grabbed my head and rolled me to my back in a slow movement, moving her head over my groin. She began to suck me, just my glans at first, tasting where Bailey and Kate had held me in their mouths a bit earlier. Her fingers caressed my groin, my balls, gently fondling me and the woman had me straining before too long.

Geeni was not content with just foreplay, though. She stepped over me, facing me, and sank her wet cunt down onto my cock. The woman's labia pressed against my skin as we groaned together, the heat inside her radiating into my dick. I throbbed several times, precum drooling out. She clenched her vagina twice, giggling, then began to move. As she rode slowly, I fondled her large breasts and pulled her closer so that I could suck them.

I felt her fingers between us as she played with herself. Her lips on mine, she moaned more urgently, "Mmmmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmmm-mmm-mmmmmmm..."

Geeni began to tense and sway. I knew she was cumming when I felt her hips slow and stop, only the spasming of her vagina, the light trembling of her thighs, and the complete silence from her throat signaling her release. She let go after long motionless seconds and arched her back swiftly, breaking our kiss, and announcing to the world her pleasure, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Mmmmmmm... Ohhhhhhhh..."

Her juices flooded me. I could feel them leaking down my thighs, the breeze turning my skin cool there. But the rest of me was on fire. I took charge and rolled Geeni onto her back, plunging back inside her slippery vagina. We rutted softly, then more urgently, kissing, panting together, her arms drawing me into her, over her, onto her. I let my weight pressed down as she hugged my body to hers, her breasts squished between us. I humped, humped, thrust deeply and repeated, tingling, straining, finally releasing as she rolled her hips with mine and let me pump a load of semen deep into her body.

We kissed and cuddled a while. "That was wonderful, Geeni..." I whispered.

"Yes... I've really wanted to know you this way... Thank you..."

"No, thank you..."

After another moment of kissing and soft touches, Geeni asked, "We can do this again one day?"

"Many times again, I hope," I grinned.

She smiled back and said, "I'd like that..."

Gathering our things quickly, we returned to the camp to find most already in shelters for the night. Bailey and Kate had waited around the small fire left to burn in the late evening, grins on their faces. Geeni said goodnight and I kissed her quickly, then joined my wives around the fire.

In a hushed tone, Kate said, "Well?"

I nodded, "Lovely evening."

Kate smiled, "I figured. Tired, then?"

"I am... unless you were suggesting another go?"

"Wish, but I think we're both ready for some sleep. Katie's already snuggled up inside. Just waiting for you."

"Then that sounds like the sort of thing I could go for right now." I pulled them up for a three-way hug and kiss, then said, "You know, I really do miss you two a lot when you're not around... But reunions sure are nice when we have to be apart."

"Agreed," Kate smiled, "the heart grows fonder and all that..."