Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

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

Bailey, Female, 13

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'9, 80lbs, golden-brown tanned skin, 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, 115lbs, dark tanned skin, waist-length dark reddish-brown hair

Rain and wind hammered the island for two full days before the sun broke free and lightened the sky. We'd spent most of our time sheltered in the cabin during the onslaught. We read, played cards, even taught Keekah how to play poker. We used peanuts as chips and spent many hours laughing and relaxing, smoking joints and enjoying each other's close company. I can't overstate how much it meant to have others on the island. There were moments when I thought about what it would have been like to be alone, and the dread that hit told me I was fortunate indeed to have so many people I cared about around me there.

With the rain, we'd been unable to do our routine chores. The garden and traps had to wait, and since we couldn't waste wood, we avoided catching anything we had to cook. Instead, Gale adjusted her ration schedule and made us promise to make it up in the coming days. We munched on molasses and jam and crackers, the last of the hard cheese, one of the remaining sticks of salty pepperoni, and small bites of one of the tinned coconut cakes.

Despite the close quarters, we didn't engage in another sensuous time together. The crowded space left nowhere else to go, and the tropical storm force winds threatened to blow us away even as we rushed to void our bladders and bowels near the surf. The waves chopped hard against the beach, and erosion started, leaving a small shelf of sand just down from the boat.

Twice we feared it was a typhoon as winds shook the boat and tried to twist it. Several pieces of the shattered hull broke away and flew off into the trees. We'd carefully stowed all our gear as soon as the winds had started, so thankfully, we'd lost nothing during the blow.

The last evening of the torrential rain, I noted to Bailey that we were just a few days from Halloween. It was her favorite holiday and she wanted everyone to dress up. She and Keekah made costumes, trying their best to hide their work from Gale and me. There wasn't a ton of material to work with, so the girls mostly repurposed some of the clothing and other unused items and stitched them together in patterns that they enjoyed.

It delighted them, and Gale and I really loved watching them when they didn't think we were looking. Keekah's English continued to improve, word by word, and she and Bailey were able to hold very simple conversations. My thirteen-year old lover had even learned some of Keekah's language, and the rainy days offered a perfect chance for them to work on their skills together.

Once the rain broke, there was a ton to do. Gale and Keekah set off immediately to check traps and see how the garden had fared in the storm. Bailey and I worked on filling the water jugs and cleaning he debris from the boat. I had to rebuild most of the fire pit, the rock wall I'd created for it had collapsed and been covered with sand. Our wood stack near the treeline had soaked, but we had weeks ago started storing a couple of days worth in the hull.

I repaired the cracks and holes that had formed in the boat and around the cabin. For most of the second day, we'd had to use clothes to block dripping water from above. The below-deck storage area faired ok, but there was some water there. Most of the boxes and cases were stored on beams that rose above the shell, so there was no loss or spoilage. Still, I didn't want the situation to get worse during the next heavy storm.

As I finished, Bailey stole a kiss from me and wandered down the treeline to search out the small green banana-fruits that we all loved, and then went to collect fallen branches. The storm appeared to bring down a lot of deadwood, and our firewood supply was improved noticeably by the heavy winds.

I cast out a pole, caught a small, boney fish on a lure, and cut it up for bait. Two hours later, the afternoon growing late, I'd caught eight good-sized blue fish and two more that were golden and green. I left the shellfish to live another day and cleaned my catch at the water's edge.

Bailey walked up to me and squatted down, urinated as she talked. “I don't miss it anymore.”

“What's that?”

“The rest of the world. I don't miss it anymore. It seems so far away, kinda like a lost dream.”

I smiled. “I know exactly what you mean. I stopped thinking about leaving the island some time ago. This place is beginning to feel like home, isn't it?”

“Yeah. I know we've been lucky.” Her piss trickled and dripped as she shook then washed her genitals in the surf. “I'd love a real bathroom, you know, just would be nice, but... I can't remember what my life felt like before I was here. My mom... My sister... I miss them, you know, but I've already forgotten what it was like to see them everyday. To talk to them.”

I felt a pang of sadness for her until I saw her face. She didn't look sad. She had a determined acceptance that made her look much older than her thirteen years. “I know, Kitten. I... Kate, and Nina... I still remember them, even sometimes feel horrible loss for them... but I'm here now. This is home. You're the one that I need every day, the one I can't be without. Love you, Bailey. I really do.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, careful to avoid coming into contact with the knife or the fish guts. Bailey kissed my cheek and headed back to the camp to get the cooking setup ready.

As I finished up, Gale and Keekah returned, bags and sacs full of items that had been ripped out of the garden during the storm. “Some of them are not ripe, but we can eat them anyway. Just need to cook them a bit longer,” Gale told me. “Think I will start a stew in that crab pot. If the weather holds, we'll have food for the next couple of days ready in the morning.” She eyed the fish. “Throw one of those fish in there too, and if you could catch some crabs... mmm-mmm, that's gonna be good!”

I promised to crab after I got the fish on. Bailey and Keekah helped Gale prepare all the veggies which were mostly beans and peppers, a few stalks and heads of assorted greens. Gale put water in the pot and settled it into the edge of the coals, heating it slower than over the fire. Bailey had the skillet going and soon we had fish broiling and bubbling, filling us all with a powerful hunger for cooked food.

Gale chopped up a bulb of garlic and two of the onions, tossed them into the stew, a few in with the fish, while Bailey and I crabbed. The water was still a bit choppy, so it took a little patience, but we managed to bring in two medium-sized crabs and soon had the meat removed and shells tossed back to the sea.

The stew bubbled very slowly as we consumed the delicious hot fish and munched on fresh peppers as if they were apples. After two days sheltered against the rain and wind, it was immensely refreshing to sit out under the growing darkness enjoying a hot meal and relaxed conversation.

After dinner, Bailey wanted to keep working on the costumes, so Gale and I agreed to clean up and stow our gear while the girls huddled in the cabin and worked their craft.

We carried the dinner and cookware to the water and scrubbed them out as we'd done so many times before. Gale had a look in her eye, a smile that said she was up to something. She grabbed my ass, ran her finger through my crack. I laughed, noted that I was still pretty sandy and briny.

She laughed back, said, “I know, just wanted to feel that. Would love you to have a go at mine, you know.” I patted and then fondled her ass, careful not to work the stray sand into her crack. “Mmm... so... you interested in fooling around while the girls play?”

“Naturally,” I said with a big grin.

We washed up with some fresh water and carried one of the large, thick unused blankets down the beach a bit. Gale and I settled out in the open, just a few feet from where the surf lapped against the shore. We rested on our backs for a few moments before Gale took note of my bobbing penis pointing straight up into the stars.

She rolled toward me, said, “I was serious the other day... I really would like to feel you in my butthole. Watching you in Bailey's butt... that was a huge turn on that I didn't expect. I seem to recall that I enjoyed my ass played with, you think you're up for it?”

I smiled, stroked her hip. “I am, you think you're up for it?”

She grinned like she had earlier that evening. “No doubt.”

Gale took my penis in her mouth and sucked me steadily. I held her long braids out of her face as she bobbed up and down my length. She was a great cocksucker. Not that Bailey and Keekah's blowjobs didn't feel great, because they did, but Gale had practice, knew just how to balance suction and friction and swirling and wet lips. She'd dive down to the base of my cock, swirl her tongue around the head, pull back, her lips wet, with suction that implored my dick to grow larger.

I just laid there for long moments, enjoying Gale's lips around my penis, then pushed her onto her back, kissing her, sucking her small breasts into my mouth. She moaned as I touched her body, her curves so much more feminine since she'd started gaining weight. Even her breasts had less of a hollow, droopy look. Her nipples were hard, tight, and I loved running my hands and tongue over her firm flesh.

I moved down, kissed her stomach, her thighs, tasted her sex in one long slurp from anus to clit. She shivered as I ate her cunt, her eyes staring up into the dark, starry sky, waves chopping at our feet. I lapped her fluids as her pussy flushed and grew slick. I slid two fingers into her vagina, another into her asshole. Gale was writhing by this point, her body rising and falling with each stroke of my fingers.

I climbed over her and placed my penis against her labia. Gale looked at me and rocked her head, smiling, as if to say 'not that hole.' I grinned, said, “patience, dear woman. You will have your buggering!”

She laughed loudly and moved her hips faster against mine. I penetrated her in one thrust, rooting quickly and starting to fuck Gale's cunt. She moaned as I built up speed and then slowed, picked up speed and then slowed, occasionally nibbling on her lips, her neck, and her breasts.

Her vagina was slick, wet, swollen. The woman was very horny, I felt her desire burning around my cock. She shuddered, closed her eyes. I watched her face tense, her body shaking, and she let go as I fucked her. “oooHHH... OOOHH... OOOHYEA... OOHYEA... OOOHYEA...” Gale's climax was strong and faded very slowly. Her spasming channel drenched and I felt her juices sliding over my balls.

I pulled out of the woman and slid down to her genitals once more. I licked up the creamy discharge that slid from her opening, her labia open and gaping from my penetration. I teased her clit, the nub swelling and straining and hard. I lapped around her vulva, enjoying the way her pubes tickled my face and lips.

I felt water spray at my feet and felt the cool tingles spread from the contact. Gale spread her legs wider and I pulled them back toward her body, opening her holes for my tongue. I kissed her anus, licked around the swollen hole and slathered her sensitive inner cheeks with my saliva. I probed her with my tongue, pushing my lubrication into her bowels. She was squirming, anticipating, enjoying the teasing and licking.

My finger slid in halfway before her asshole clamped down. I withdrew, licked her backdoor again, pushed more saliva inside her. Gale's butt yielded easier the next time, my finger sliding deep into her guts. Her rectum was hot, squishy, felt so dirty and hot around my digit. I pulled out my finger and lapped once more against her anus, tasting her arousal dripping from her vagina and the slightest hint of her sharp bowels on my tongue.

I turned Gale over, the thin woman rising to her hands and knees. She looked back at me as I slid behind her and rested my hard penis in her ass crack. She caught my eye, moaned, “Oh, yes... Oh, yes... fuck my butthole... fuck my butthole like you did Bailey's... oh fuck... fuck my butthole...”

I nudged the tip of my cock into her swollen ring and slid forward. Gale arched and sucked in her breath as I sodomized her. I came to rest against her slender ass cheeks, my length buried in her rectum. “Fuck, Gale... Fuck, your ass is so tight... so hot...”

“Mmmm... yes, that's it... now fuck me there... fuck my butthole.”

My body pulled back and slid forward, bringing another moan and gasp from her lips. Out and back, out and back, I started stroking her as soon as her anus dilated just enough. I plumbed her depths as her body pushed back against me. Gale took my length in her ass like a pro. I suspected she'd like the next part too.

I smacked her ass. Not too hard, but not too soft either. She cried out, breathed, “yes! More! Spank me!” I spanked her harder, again, again while I sodomized her. I could smell her bowels as I fucked her butt, and that just drove me to fuck and spank her harder. “More... MORE! YES! YES! OHH! OHH!” I alternated my smacks, hammering her asshole while I slapped her raw skin.

Gale cried out with each sting, her anus becoming swollen and dilated, raw. I smacked her thighs which had her laughing and moaning at once, “MORE... Spank me! Spank me! Oh... OH... OHH.. Gonna cum... Gonna cumm... OOOOHHH...” Three more hard thrusts and three more hard spanks had Gale orgasming around my cock. “FUUUUUUUUUUUCK... uhFFFUUUUUUCK... uhhFUUUUUUCK... OOHHH... OOOH... OOOH... OOOH... OOOOOOOOOH...”

I never had rough sex with the girls, it just never felt quite right to attempt, but Gale ate it up, slamming her butt back against me as I rammed my cock into her bowels. Each slap made her shake and shiver as her orgasm washed over her. I was turned on by the experience, felt my balls draw up and a slow burn flood out my cock.

I ejaculated in Gale's butt. “oooHHH... OOH, Gale... Take that cock... Take my cock in your butt... Cumming... Cumming in your butt... IN. YOUR. ASSSSSS...” Cum spewed out and splashed inside Gale's rectum. I squirted and squirted, smacked her ass, spanked her like she was a bad girl, filling her guts with my semen.

We pounded together like that long after my cock had started to soften and our orgasms were fading. I had missed rough sex. I loved what I had with Bailey, and with Keekah, preferred the softness to the roughness, really. But I did enjoy rough sex, especially hard anal sex, and had had it often with Kate and with Nina. Gale's body absorbed the pounding and cried out for more the entire time. The spanking had sent us both over the edge, and Gale's sighs and pants told me she'd gotten as much out of it as I did.

I pulled out of her butt, saw the slimy gape of her asshole, messy and leaking my sperm. She collapsed forward, her ass closing slowly, Gale's anus swollen and sore. As it slowly closed, cum rushed out and dribbled down her vagina and into her pubes.

She laughed, then again, ran a hand to her tender butthole and wiped some of the jism from her crack. She sniffed it, licked it, cleaned her fingers and went back for more. By the time she was done, I saw no more cum between her legs.

Gale turned over, beckoned me on top of her. We kissed and rolled on the blanket for a long time. She looked at me seriously, said, “Don't try that with the girls, ok? Their bodies can't take it. Yet.”

I smiled, said, “No, with them it is softer and gentler. But I gotta admit, I've missed having a hard anal slut to plow and spank.”

Gale laughed, “That's me, I suppose. Dunno why I love that so much. It hurts, the butt fucking and the slapping, but goddamn! I cum so hard! You did me good, Kal! You did me good.”

“It won't be the last time, I promise.”

We kissed and cuddled a bit then cleaned up in the surf. Blanket in tow, we held hands and rejoined the girls in the cabin. They quickly hid their items and pushed us out, so Gale and I took chairs down to the surf and sat watching the dark water and the sparkling sky.

I turned to her after a long silence, asked, “When did you give up and accept that you weren't getting off the island?”

She eyed me, “Who said I have?”

“Just assumed, you've been her so long, at some point you have to give in, right? Accept this as 'home'?”

Gale looked off for a while. “You know, Kal. I don't think I'll ever completely give up hope. I really do want to remember my life before here. The only way I'll do that is out there, getting off this tiny speck of dust.” She looked back at me. “That said, if you would have asked, 'When did it become unimportant to you to get off the island?,' I'd have answered that it happened fairly recently, the last couple of weeks in fact. I had such a long time alone, without anyone, that to find you and Bailey and my dear Keekah...”

She didn't need to finish the thought. I knew. I held Gale's hand and we let the surf kick up around our feet long into the night, until the girls came to us sleepy and ready for bed.

I considered Gale's words about never giving up, and I suppose that somewhere deep down I still held out some hope. Just a little. But it was unimportant to me. If I knew nothing but the company of Gale and the girls, I was happy. If I got off the island, if some miracle found me back in Kate's arms, in Nina's arms, well, I just couldn't even conceive of that. It felt fake, like a huckster selling cancer cures and dick-growing cremes. What was real was Bailey's arms, her lips. Keekah and Gale too. That was reality, and even if I still held out the smallest hope of rescue, I felt at peace knowing I didn't need it to be loved.

The island was rough, but it was home.