Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 185lbs, short dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 13

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'9, 80lbs, shoulder-length light yellow-brown sun-streaked hair

Keekah, Female, 14

	- Young teen on Isla Gale

	- 5'1, 110lbs, mocha-brown skin, waist-length mostly-straight black hair

Gale, Female, 42

	- Survivor on Isla Gale

	- 5'5, 110lbs, dark tanned skin, waist-length dark reddish-brown hair

Recovery for me came slowly. For almost two weeks, I was unable to do much more than hobble around. I was weak, still experiencing pain in various places. My head was often thick, my thoughts confused and heavy. I was just able to get up and down the new ladder Keekah built to help me. Gale and Bailey took care of the fires, which we had fewer of with the dwindling burnable wood, as well as clamming and fishing. Keekah saw to her traps, catching more piglets than hares over the period, and also saw the collection of onions, the small green banana-like fruits, and kept the water full with Bailey's assistance. Gale and Keekah made regular trips to her garden and brought back fresh beans and peppers and assorted green leafy vegetables.

Gale also brought back some of the ripe vanilla beans. She seemed to know how to cure them and had boiled and sweated them before they were ready for cycles of drying in the sun and more sweating. It would be two or three months before they were ready, but Gale promised that fresh vanilla beans would be worth the effort.

She also took and planted some of the onions and potatoes. I was skeptical at first that we should risk some of our slowly dwindling 'first-world' supplies for a test, but she convinced me that we'd have to come up with new food sources in the next few weeks or risk eating only what we could clam and fish and trap.

I'd taken to reading during my recovery, not much else able to keep me occupied while Bailey was busy. I reread Cat's Cradle, a book I'd loved for years. I devoured Island of the Blue Dolphins, a young adult tale about a young girl left behind, alone for many years, on an island in the Pacific. Supposedly based on a true story, the irony of reading about her survival while we tried to do the same was not lost on me.

Then I dug deeper into one of the boxes and found a four-volume set of Marcel Proust's In Search of Lost Time, a classic I had never read. I dug in and was quickly consumed by his story, the narrator describing a life of social tension and love and conflict. It was not really the sort of work I would have chosen first, but for some reason, the depth and discourse was perfect for spending long hours trying to feel better.

While I came about frustratingly slowly, Gale was blossoming nicely, taking to the new diet, companionship, and sleeping comforts. Her body rounded a bit, looked less like a stick figure. She took the mother-hen role, of sorts, and ensured I was cared for and that the girls were busy filling in for me. It really didn't take much prodding. Bailey was my rock through it all, at my side when she could be, working on keeping us alive when it was needed. Keekah, too, was her eager, enthusiastic self and needed little direction.

The woman also ensured that there was a joint or two rolled and ready for me as needed. We weren't really sure what most of the prescription pills were and didn't want to yet chance randomly picking one and using me as a guinea pig. I had asked a couple of times for coke, thinking I could use the clarity and energy, but Gale flatly refused to allow it, and Bailey stomped her heels at the suggestion. It was the first time I saw her get angry with me, and I had to smile and acknowledge she was right. The coke was off limits, for the time being, at least.

Gale came up with a ration schedule based on our remaining supplies. Alcohol was considered a special treat, and we reserved any goods that would effectively last indefinitely for the end of the schedule. Gale thought we could make it another four months if we continued to harvest from the sea and the island, and supplemented it from her garden. Beyond that, we'd run out of supplies from the boat and have to figure out how to get enough calories.

The fishing continued to be great, and the shellfish were abundant. We'd only clammed in small areas so far, and we felt very confident of our abilities to survive on what we found.

The GPS beacon still worried me. I'd instructed Gale to tear out any and all wiring and electronics on boat. I still had no idea how the gun-wielding men had found the location, but I had little doubt there was a tracking device somewhere. She and Keekah tore through the steerage and disconnected everything they could find. Anything with a wire was ripped out and tossed into the water moving away from the island and out to sea. I'd had them search all the boxes, the suitcases, pull out all the gold and other items, looking for anything that might be the GPS tracker.

We didn't know if our destruction had done the trick, and we found nothing in any of the cases to suggest they held anything which could be tracked. It was unsettling to be sure, but there was nothing more we could do about it. I kept the pistol loaded and near my side at all times, not wanting to again be caught out without some way to defend us. Keekah even made me a nifty holster and sling out of parts of the hare hides she'd dried. Bailey had watched her make it, and I couldn't help smiling as my eager young lover made one of her own. I wore it, still naked otherwise.

Bailey's skin had gotten much darker, a golden brown that glistened beautifully as she worked. Her hair was going the other way, taking on a light straw appearance, and I began to think of her as a blonde. Her pubes, too, were beginning to show. Just a few stray hairs had poked out around her clitoris, but it was undeniable that my lover was coming into puberty. Her little nubs even appeared just a touch larger, swollen and puffy as always.

My sex drive began to pick up a bit, even as my body took its time. After Bailey's blow job two weeks previous, I hadn't cum again since. I wasn't physically able to make love to her yet, had too many bouts of headaches and pain to offer my fingers or tongue. When she sucked my penis, I either couldn't keep an erection, or I couldn't ejaculate. It was frustrating for both of us. But Bailey kept trying, kept sharing her warm body with me, refused any offers from Keekah and Gale to bring her to orgasm, and as October 9 rolled around, I finally started to feel strong enough to see a day soon where I would be able to experience her little body once more.

I started small in my tasks, just washing a few dishes and helping tend the food. Gale kept cautioning me to take it easy, but I couldn't. I hated being the one everyone else had to care for, and any ounce of strength I had, I put toward helping us survive. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

- - -

Another week went by and I was almost feeling myself again. I had the energy to clam and fish, found myself able to move up and down the steps with more ease.

I was sitting near the fire on the afternoon of October 16th, my 46th day on the island, tending to three fresh fish I'd caught and cleaned. Keekah was returning with two freshly cleaned piglets and the fattest hare yet. She'd made herself a hat out of a hare hide a few days before, and the thing looked quite silly on her head. She liked it though, so I kept my thoughts to myself.

Since Gale's arrival, my relationship with Keekah had changed in many ways. She and Gale had bonded strongly over a shared language, and the two had been making love most nights. They did it privately, so that Bailey and I didn't have to suffer the frustration of wanting to join and me being unable, but they were enjoying themselves, and I was grateful that they were finding a closeness that Bailey and I had found. I don't know if they called each other lovers, or said 'I love you', and I didn't ask. It just didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were caring for each other and helping Bailey and I survive.

My feelings for the fourteen-year old changed a bit. Keekah seemed to understand that Bailey and I needed a very close relationship and gave us space despite the wanting stares she cast toward my genitals. It was not that I didn't care for her, I very much did, certainly I loved her, but Bailey had been my closest companion. She was the first and last person I saw each day, her warm body always next to me, no matter where Keekah and Gale slept. She was my confidant, and we shared our fears and hopes with each other in the quiet hours before bed. I was past the point where my feelings for Bailey were new relationship energy. She'd proved her love for me in a million ways, and I had grown to not just love her, but to desperately need her love for me.

I flipped the fish and smiled at Bailey, the girl busy turning onions and some of Gale's beans into casserole of sorts, mixing in spices and crushing up the last of the hard bread before adding it. Keekah mounted her kills on the spit and headed down to join Gale in the surf. I watched them chat and wash up in the water, the sun sending bright dots of light playing against their skin.

Gale came back with the fourteen-year old as the fish finished and Bailey declared the vegetable mix ready. My lover started dishing out the casserole as I laid slabs of fish on the plates.

Blood was running down Keekah's leg as she talked with Gale. “Uh, hey Gale, Keekah's bleeding...”

Gale looked concerned, saw where I pointed, and relaxed. “Ah, yes. She told me it was close to that time. She said sometimes she bleeds, sometimes not, but she always knows when it is close. Explains why she's been so damn horny lately!”

So Keekah was menstruating. I relaxed and Bailey blushed. The thirteen-year old was maturing and would likely have her first period in the near future. I worried about what that meant for our sex life. The idea of a pregnancy in such a remote place was devastatingly frightening. I shook off the thought as Gale continued.

“I'll go get her some of those tampons and show her how to use them. You know, guess I'm pretty lucky, I haven't had a period since I've been on the island. Stress can do that to you.” She eyed me, “I need a word with you later, Kal, if you don't mind. Just want to talk a moment.”

“Sure, anything, Gale.”

She grabbed a small towel and climbed up on deck with Keekah and disappeared down the hatch with the girl. I smiled at Bailey, “Well... didn't exactly expect that, eh?”

“I guess not... I'll do that soon, too, right?”

“Probably. Not a set time or anything, but you've got pubes growing now, your breasts are starting to swell, you might start at any time. Like Gale said, though, stress can cause it to delay or skip sometimes.”

Bailey looked serious a moment. “That means I can get pregnant... once I do.”

Bailey was a sharp girl, and it was not a question but an observation.

“Yes. Yes, you could get pregnant.”

“Kal... I don't want us to stop making love, ok? No matter if I do, ok? I... I miss it so much it hurts. I want you inside me every minute of every day. Half the time I'm daydreaming about it. I wish you felt better...”

I ignored her comments about pregnancy, reserving that for a day with more brain space. “Don't worry, Kitten, we'll figure it out, ok? Soon. Who knows, maybe even... maybe even tonight.”

She brightened and I almost felt sorry for getting her hopes up. I did feel much better and thought that I had the energy to finally take my lover once more.

Gale returned with Keekah, and I saw a thin white string hanging between the girl's legs. “All set, she thought it was a silly notion at first. Usually, her village just wraps long thin sheet around the woman's waist and through her crotch, and change it out once it gets soiled. She took to the idea pretty quick though when she realized that she didn't have to cover herself to keep the blood from running down her legs.

Keekah was beaming. Gale had managed to teach her several words of English, and each day it was becoming easier and easier to communicate with her. “Tam-poon,” she proudly said.

Gale had told me that the girl didn't speak Maori, but it was closely related to the language the woman knew. It had a very different set of phonics from English, and had no letters matching several of ours. In particular, she struggled with Ls, Vs, and Ss. Keekah had heard enough non-Polynesian visitors to her village speak and had been able to do some Bs, Cs, and Ds ok. I had noted she had gotten better with Bailey's name, moving from “Kay-nee” to “Bay-nee” to “Bayee.” She still couldn't get the L right, but it was cute and close enough.

We ate our fish and vegetables as the hare and piglets roasted. After dinner, Bailey and Keekah set off to clean up our dishes and check on a the banana-like tree down the beach to the West.

Gale leaned in to me and ask me frankly, “Do you plan to continue to ejaculate in Keekah?”

I wasn't exactly sure how to respond. I hadn't considered the question, outside of that one moment weeks before when I first understood that she was fertile. “I... I hadn't really thought about it.”

She nodded. “She's serious. About giving you babies. She doesn't expect you to treat her like you do Bailey, but she loves you in her own way. She sees giving you babies as the most honorable thing she can do for you. She's able to bear children now, and that's why I asked my question. You should give it a lot of thought...”

I understood. “I was just going over the implications earlier today, but about Bailey. She's not menstruating yet, but she likely will soon. Her body's definitely maturing, and... at some point, our relationship will have to face that. I don't want her to get pregnant, don't misunderstand me. Keekah, either. I can't imagine how difficult it would be to deal with that here, so far from doctors and medical equipment. Plus, they are much, much too young to bear children. It's a lot to think about.”

Gale held my hand. “Yep, and whatever happens, we do whatever we can to see those two have everything, ok? I know Bailey means the world to you, and... Well, Keekah is really becoming that to me right now. Really strange, I know! But, this island throws you into situations you could never have prepared for. My life, what I remember of it at least, never would have included a sexual relationship with any child, or even a female! But here I am, and... I'm happy, Kal. For the first time in two lonely years I have someone to talk to, to trade secrets with, someone who cares how I feel.”

I smiled and kissed her hand. “Keekah is a very special young woman. I doubt we'd be alive today without her. I'm glad she makes you happy, she's been a wonderful companion for Bailey and me. And now, we have you, too. It could be a lot worse.”

Gale kissed me, sucked my tongue a moment. “I still have need of your cock, though, don't forget that. Bailey gets first dibs when you are ready, but I'm keeping my eye open and my legs spread for when you can give me a ride.”

My dick stirred for the first time in days and I knew I needed to find Bailey. “Gale, could, uh, I don't want this to sound mean, but could you and Keekah, maybe, I dunno, hang out down here for a while. I... Bailey has been waiting so long, and I want her to feel how much it means to me how much she's sacrificed, I want her waiting to be special, you know? It's been weeks since she's...”

“Say no more, Kal! I get it, and I think that's wonderful. I'm sure Keekah and I can make ourselves scarce for a while. Enjoy yourselves!” She grinned and rose, headed toward the water as Bailey returned.

The thirteen-year old settled the dishes into the container where we stored them and sat in her chair, looking at me with love and desire in her eyes. “So,” she said sweetly, “How are you feeling?”

I stood and pulled her to her feet, took her hand, and led her onto the deck and into the cabin.

Bailey was shivering gently as we slid onto the bed. For the first time in weeks I felt like I was ready to make love to the girl. I wanted to the whole time, every minute I wished I could penetrate her and feel her orgasm on me. But finally, finally, I felt whole enough to actually do it.

We kissed for a long time, just holding each other tight. Her swelling puffy nipples hardened and pressed into me. She rested a leg over mine, touched my face, my shoulders, ran her fingers down my arm. I whispered to her, “I'm ready for you, Bailey. I want you now. Gentle, though, be gentle. Slow and sweet and wonderful.”

She shivered and smiled, pressed her face into my neck and purred. She'd been just as sexually frustrated as me, and finally we were able to come together to... cum together.

Bailey let her hand trail down to my penis, my length already mostly hard and growing in her fingers. She stroked me, kissed my chest, sucked on my nipples, then slid her body lower. I moved onto my back and let my thirteen-year old lover take my dick into her mouth.

The girl slowly wrapped her lips around my length and slid down to the base. I couldn't believe she took my entire penis in her mouth. She'd never done that before. She held a moment before backing off, again taking me fully into her mouth.

My cock throbbed against her tongue, my little lover deepthroating me gently, slowly, lips wet and slippery on my engorged flesh. I felt weeks worth of tension try to pour out. I moaned as she purred around my dick. She moved so slowly, so gently, the softest lick creating the most profound sensations.

My body tensed, I had a moment of doubt, felt a second like I was hitting a wall again, unable to let go. It was probably a good thing because until that point, I was about to cum in Bailey's mouth, and I doubted I was well enough to have a second chance to make love to her.

The physical block in place, Bailey continued to suck me. She watched my face, her brown eyes dancing and bright. Up... and down... up... and down... up.... Bailey's movements were so delicate, so wonderful, the way her lips caressed my shaft and drew back to the head of my hard penis. Up... and down... up... and down... Over and over she took me inside her mouth, sucking gently, carefully, sometimes running my length into her throat, her lips around the base of my dick.

I don't know how long she sucked me like that, but it may have been the single most pleasurable chunk of time I had ever experienced. I didn't need to ejaculate, my body vibrated and devoured every movement, every time she ran her hands along my stomach or cradled my balls.

I wanted her. Needed Bailey. Needed to be inside her vagina.

I pulled her head off my cock, and for a second she looked dejected, as if, yet again, I was telling her I couldn't cum. Instead, I whispered to her, “Ride me.” She smiled and slipped her body over mine, straddled my hips, and brought her vulva into contact with my penis. I could see her pubes sticking out around the top of her slit and it turned me on so much I almost climaxed against her.

I barely held back, Bailey's movements slight, rubbing her labia along my shaft. She teased me like that a moment, then took hold of my penis and nestled it into her tight opening.

Bailey was incredibly tight. I suppose that sex with me had loosened her, albeit barely, during our first few weeks, but her small body had had no penetration in weeks and her channel had returned to a smaller size.

The head of my cock was inside when she pushed down against me. I slid out and she tried again. Head inside, she pushed down, holding me this time, and I felt my length begin to dilate her vagina. Halfway in I felt my dick hit her cervix and she rested over me a moment. Bailey leaned down, impaled fully on my penis, and we kissed.

I ran my hands along her swelling nubs as she began to move up... and down... up... and down. Slowly, so slowly, she rode me. Giving me every inch of her body. My hands explored everything within reach, Bailey's neck, her breasts, her beautiful little ass. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, my little lover lost in the moment. I whispered in her ear, “I love you so much, Bailey.”

She moaned gently, whispered, “I know, Kal. I love you forever. I love you so much.”

Up... and down... up... and down. There was no urgency, no forcing her movements. She fucked me like she wanted it to last forever. I know I wanted that too.

I fondled her butt cheeks, noticed that perhaps she'd gained just a touch of curve to her ass. She was slender and her body quite small, still, but as she matured and her puberty rolled stronger, I imagined the way her ass would round and grow and fill out so well. Up... and down... Bailey was beautiful, and I knew that wouldn't change as she grew and developed into a woman.

I brought her little puffy nipples to my mouth. Up... and down... up... and down. I sucked each one carefully, letting my tongue dance across the flesh and planted kisses around flushed skin.

Up... and down... up... and down... I began to feel tingling in my groin, my penis inside Bailey's wet, tight thirteen-year old pussy. Her slickness had coated my shaft and caught in my pubic hairs. I could see a sheen of white, thick and creamy on my length. I collected some with a finger and brought it to my mouth.

Bailey's flavor was intoxicating. Her cream was pungent, rich, dry like wine. I swear it was the strongest I'd ever had from her. I collected more and sucked my fingers, and again wiped away her juices and sucked them into my mouth. Up... and down... up... and down... I slid a finger to her labia and brought the next drop to Bailey's lip. She licked it then brought the finger into her mouth, sucking on it as she had my cock earlier.

Up... and down... up... and down... The tingling spread and consumed my body. Bailey seemed to sense it and focused all her movements on where my penis penetrated her vagina. Up... and down... up... and down. She panted, moaned, was caught up in pleasing me, caught up in finally joining our bodies after so long apart.

I felt my cum begin to rise from my shaft. Bailey was so tight that it was hard to force it out with her on top. But it rose. Up... and down... up... and down... I wanted one thing that I knew would have me letting go.

I found Bailey's hard little clit with my finger and rubbed it as softly as she was riding me. She moaned, a long, low “nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...” and another, “nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...” Her vagina spasmed once, twice. Up... down... up... down... Her pace increased just slightly, still gentle, still so soft. Up... down... up... down...

My finger circled her little nub, her body trembling above me. Down... up... down... up... She started to shake, her hips rolled twice, three times, she moaned, “nnnnnnnn-uuu-nnnnnnnn-ohhh-nnnnnn... nnnnnnooooohhh....”

Up... down... up... down... “nnnnn... nnnnn... oooh... Kaaal.... oooh... Kaaaal... oooh... oh yes... oooh... nnnnnuunnn... nunnnn... nunnn...” Up... down... Bailey climaxed and I filled her with my seed.

“ooooh... oooh, Bailey... oooh, Kitten... oooh... oooh... oooh... oooohuhhhuhhh... ooohhuhhuhh... uuuuhhhhhhh...” I released weeks worth of semen into her vagina as she came on me. I gushed, powerfully, overflowing her tight little hole, gobs of semen rushing out. Up... down... up... down... Bailey rode us through our orgasms, our bodies shuddering together as my ejaculate fired against her cervix and squished out to coat her labia.

Up... and down... up... and down... and hold... Bailey let her weight fall as her legs trembled, her orgasm and mine washing away our pains, our tension, our desperate separation.

She collapsed on me, my penis still leaking sperm into her pussy. We kissed a long time like that. Her warmth so welcome, so wonderful. We both panted, sweaty and relaxed, our bodies vibrating in unison as euphoria and relief filled us. Her body refused to release my cock, held it tight and mostly hard inside, and at some point, I drifted off to sleep with Bailey still impaled on my cock, my seed soaking in her vagina.