Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

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

Bailey, Female, 13

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'10, 85lbs, 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

The next few days and nights were stifling, the heat rising to levels I'd not yet experienced on the island. Gale reminded me that we were South of the Equator, and we were coming out of what was the winter period. Later parts of the year were summer, and she warned us that the heat would only rise as the months moved into December, January, and February. While she had been able to cope with the heat, mostly by staying hydrated and only moving around when necessary, it was difficult to feel anything other than weary on days when the temperature and humidity combined to produce endless sweat.

None of us were up to sexual activities during those days. The sun beat down from clear skies during the day, the heat forcing us to take many breaks to cool in the water, and our fresh water supplies were being consumed as fast as we could fill them. Nights were muggy, four dripping bodies trying to balance the desire to touch as we slept with the discomfort of added heat from sweaty skin. We spent most of the nights sleeping outside where the breeze helped us stay cool. It wasn't quite miserable, not yet, but I got a sense of how much the heat was going to affect our lives in the coming months.

Thanks to Gale, we had a seafood and vegetable stew that kept us full for two days. It stayed just simmering on the coals, water added occasionally, and we all loved the mix of crab and fish and beans and peppers combined with the spices and garlic. Up to that point, it was the most delicious thing any of us had eaten.

It was October 31st when we got a bit of a break. The day started off cloudy and the sun's rays were prevented from fully warming the air. The morning was humid but cool relative to the previous days. It was a perfect chance for us to get caught up on tasks, and while Bailey and I worked on filling water and fishing, Gale and Keekah made a run into the woods to check snares.

We'd become a bit concerned in the past weeks with the dwindling number of hares and piglets Keekah had caught. Some days there were none at all, and most days it was one, two at the most. I knew there was not an endless supply on the relatively small island, and the population of trappable creatures seemed to have reduced to a worrisome level.

We agreed that Keekah would run her traps for a couple more days, then we'd pack them in and turn to fishing and shellfish for our protein and most of our calories. So far, there had been no problem reeling in edible fish fairly quickly, so it was a plan that made sense as we tried to give the hare and pig populations a break and hopefully give them time to breed and repopulate.

While Keekah and Gale were away in the woods, and after Bailey and I had moved the full water jugs back from the stream, I caught my first heron-like bird. In the interest of diversifying our food options, I'd set up a simple deadfall near where I'd often seen them beside the surf. I baited it with a bit of clam, took some time to finally get the heavy, flat rock to sit just right over it. One of the white heron-like birds flew in a short time later, poked around in the water, then spotted the clam. As it pulled the piece of meat out, it triggered the deadfall and was incapacitated. I finished it off with a quick twist of its neck, and showed Bailey my catch.

She wasn't exactly thrilled. We'd both enjoyed the birds on the island and even to me, it felt like a violation of the natural order of things. Still, she accepted it as something we might need to do if the fish and clams and crabs became scarce.

It took me a while to figure out what to do with the dead bird. It was mostly feathers, which I started plucking before deciding it was a terrible waste of time. Instead, I cut into it, separated chunks of meat from bone, and soon had a small pile of tough-looking protein ready for cooking. I marinated it with olive oil, garlic, and lemon pepper and sat it covered in the shade near the boat.

Gale and Keekah returned late afternoon with one hare and one piglet, along with all the traps she had set along the stream and along the game trail leading from the East of our camp.

Gale showed me a bag of full of something dark and slimy. “So, I thought about things I'd eaten before you came along, and one thing that got me by were these guys.” She pulled out a fat snail, the shell dark and glistening with slime. It was not exactly appetizing, but I'd had snails before, or 'escargot' as the menus would name them, and thought they were more than acceptable as food.

“We can keep them alive until we need them.” She built a small 'holding pen' for the snails, and I looked doubtful on the pond and foliage and fencing she made to enclose the critters. She smiled, said, “I did this last year up by the shack. Had a couple hundred of them at one point. This worked well for keeping them alive and captive. Just had to experiment with the food for them. They'll eat the ferns alright, but they really like these parsley-looking things I tried to grow but found too bitter to eat myself. They love 'em, though.”

So, while Gale set up the snail pen and Keekah worked on cleaning the hare and piglet, I got the fire going. Bailey hauled in firewood for the evening, took several armloads to store in the hull, and added to the green stack just in the treeline. The big storm had helped us a lot with firewood, and though we had a small axe, the thought of trying to use it to take down the thick hardwoods was a bit intimidating. It was an emergency axe, meant only to sever something quickly on the boat, not really intended for using to fell a tree. It worked well enough, though, for splitting large branches.

Fire roaring, we soon had Keekah's bounty on the spit and the heron cooking in a pan. Gale sat next to me as the girls traded words and conversed in simple sentences. The woman leaned to me, whispered, “does it make you feel as good as it does me to see that? Those two really are amazing. I knew enough Maori to talk to Keekah, but Bailey, she's mostly doing it on her own. Sure, Keekah's learned some English, but those two have really clicked together. So happy for them.”

“Yeah, I just smile when I see them together. So much of the world has turned harsh for their lives, not much comes easily for them on the island. It's wonderful to let them have an innocent friendship with each other. They love to splash around in the surf and play games. I never want to see them lose that.”

Gale nodded, stirred a pot with green beans and peas and spices. “So, you call that a 'heron?'”

I laughed. “Used to be. I don't know what they are, really. They kinda look like the white herons that I knew in the US. Not a ton of meat to them. I don't plan to catch any more unless we have to. But in case we do get desperate for protein, I wanted to know for sure that we could get them and eat them ahead of time. “

“Makes sense. Will be interesting to see if it tastes like chicken.”

I smiled and agreed.

I did not taste like chicken. The meat was stringy, a bit tough. I intentionally over-cooked it, not wanting us to risk raw meat. Mostly, it tasted of the marinating spices. Otherwise, it was a bit gamey and rich. Not inedible, but something we all agreed was not the first choice on our limited menu.

After dinner and cleanup, Bailey giggled and announced it was time for trick or treat. She and Keekah disappeared into the storage area of the hull for a while. Gale and I sat, anticipating finally seeing the girl's work.

Bailey emerged first and climbed over the deck. She wore a patched blue and white frilly skirt, white stockings, and a thin, white top. Her nipples were visible as dark protrusions under the fabric. On her head was a piece of blue fabric that I think was intended to be a bonnet. Bailey's Little Bo Peep was rough, but I couldn't help but laugh and smile at the way she'd worked herself into the outfit. Gale chuckled and said “sexy Bo Peep, love it!”

Keekah emerged and jumped onto the sand, dropped down on her hands and knees. Her body was covered in white tufts of fabric, long fake white 'ears' attached to her head. Bailey grabbed a rope that served as a leash which was tied around Keekah's neck, and started slowly walking around, leading the girl who pretended to be a sheep behind her.

It was great! There was little time for play like that on the island, and to see the girls laughing and enjoying themselves felt so nice. Bailey even gave a short monologue she had rehearsed, telling a story of how she had lost her 'sheep' and was so happy to have found her. Keekah played along, doing well enough with her Bs to bray out 'baaaa' from time to time.

Then Keekah started singing as Bailey danced and hummed. Gale translated.

Little girl, little girl, days you play and sing.
While you are so little, girl, you never have to worry
But you grow up and take a journey to find yourself again
Over and over and over you look, no sign of where you've gone

Little girl, little girl, days you worry and wet your cheeks
Never will you understand how hard it is to see you without a smile
Until you grow and become a woman, soft and sweet and lovely
The sweetest treats are those you love, whose love will make you see

You are yourself
You aren't yourself
You're only who you can be
And so you grow and change and learn and always dream awake
To find yourself with those you love is the greatest dream to see

Gale admitted she'd had to paraphrase as best she could, the song too fast for careful translation. But Keekah's voice was lovely and Bailey danced and swayed to the tune. Gale and I clapped and cheered while they bowed.

I gathered Bailey in my arms, kissed her a moment, then brought Keekah's lips to mine. Gale hugged and kissed and laughed with the girls, and we openly admired the work they'd done to put on the skit.

“So, you said this is trick or treat... Which will it be, Bailey? Trick or treat?” I said with a grin.

“Hmm... Treat!”

I had planned a bit and held next to me a few small morsels of chocolate. “Treat, huh. Ok... Turn around, Bailey, you're first.” She turned and looked away. I brought Keekah to me and turned her around, bent her over. “The treat is going to be hidden somewhere... interesting. Your going to have to search for it.” I smelled Keekah's sex as I parted her thighs, the maturing fourteen-year old already slick and aroused. I slipped one of the chocolates between her labia and had the girl straighten up. She giggled as Gale translated my words. “To find the treat, Keekah is the place to start. Ok, you can look now.”

Bailey turned and smiled at Keekah, the brown girl unable to stop her giggling. Bailey slid her hands along Keekah's arms and over the tufts of fabric covering her chest and stomach. Keekah's swollen breasts stuck out nicely and my lover massaged them for several moments before moving on. She touched Keekah's hips, her legs, couldn't stop the smile that was wide and wonderful on her face.

Bailey turned Keekah around and knelt down, pushed the girl over, exposing her genitals. A small smear of sweet brown chocolate was obvious between Keekah's labia and Bailey dove in. She spread the fourteen-year old's legs and started licking her pussy, mewling as she tasted wet pussy and sweet chocolate. Her nose pressed into Keekah's anus as she licked the girl's sweet sex.

After a moment, during which Keekah panted and moaned softly, Bailey backed off and displayed the melting piece of candy she'd recovered from the girl's vagina. She chewed and swallowed and smiled broadly. “Found it!” She returned for a moment to clean the girl completely, and by this time, Keekah was rocking and moaning louder.

I brought Bailey to me, said, “Keekah's next.” Gale instructed Keekah to turn around and I kissed Bailey, tasting the pungent pussy juice and sugary confection on her lips. Bailey's eyes were bright as I turned her around and parted her thighs. I placed a piece of chocolate between her butt cheeks, just outside her anus, and squeezed butt tight, ensuring Bailey kept her grip on the candy.

“Ok, your turn for a treat, Keekah!”

The brown girl turned, smiled and giggled, ran her arms over Bailey's body. She paused for a moment to fondle Bailey's growing breasts, the girl's hard nipples pressing against the fabric of the shirt. Down her hands slid, touching Bailey's hips and thighs, pausing to lift the skirt and slide a finger into Bailey's maturing slit. She fingered the thirteen-year old for a few moments, then frowned as it became clear that there was no chocolate in there.

Keekah repeated the process from head to toe, pulled the top of Bailey's shirt down to look at her breasts, sucking each for a few seconds before moving to her the next spot. She turned Bailey around and bent her over. The thirteen-year old kept her butt clenched, holding her surprise as long as possible. When Keekah bent down, she saw the chocolate, melting and warm, nestled between Bailey's cheeks.

The brown girl giggled and lapped up the chocolate, licking around Bailey's tight hole and making the thirteen-year old squirm and pant.

My penis was rock hard watching the girls have fun, and Gale dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. Bailey turned so that her head was over my crotch, dropped down and kissed my legs, sucked in my cock and traded it back and forth with Gale. Keekah licked the thirteen-year old's crotch and purred into the girl's pussy and ass as she lapped up the chocolate and drooling juices.

Bailey was so fucking cute dressed like that. It wasn't often I'd seen her wearing clothes, and I naturally loved how exposed her body was at all times. But the outfit was sexy and made her that much more desirable. I rose and bent her over the chair, penetrated her pussy. I hit her cervix and started thrusting in and out. Gale had spread her legs and offered her genitals to Keekah who dove down and soon had Gale humming and holding the girl's head against her pussy.

I flipped the skirt up and down, enjoying the way it hid and revealed her ass and anus. In and out I stroked, Bailey's tight grip slippery and hot on my length. Gale let out a loud cry and climaxed in Keekah's mouth.

I pulled out of Bailey, made Keekah stand and bent her back to Gale's sex. I penetrated Keekah's pussy, heard the girl gasp as I slid in. Her channel was just barely less tight than Bailey's, and her gripping labia slid out and in along my shaft as I fucked the girl. Bailey had sat in my chair, legs spread, fingers dancing around her crotch. Gale reached over and fondled Bailey's tender young breasts, had the girl moaning and breathing heavily.

As my cock plunged in and out of Keekah, I fingered Bailey's cunt, found her g-spot, the girl humping against my penetration. She cried out, bucked, bucked, cried out again, and climaxed loudly. “ooohhhHH... UUHNN... UHNNN... UHHHHNNN... OOOHHNNN... UHN... UHN... UHN... OOOOHHH...” Warm fluid shot from her pussy, coating my hand. Again, and again Bailey ejaculated as I rubbed her g-spot and Gale stroked her hard little clit.

Keekah exploded around my cock, her cunt spasming and clenching my length. “aahahhaaahh... ahaaaaaah... AAAHHH... AAAAHHH...” Her body humped me back, took me deeper. For the first time I had my full length in the brown-skinned girl, and my cock squirted hot, sticky seed deep into her vagina. Spurt after spurt of hot semen splashed into Keekah as we orgasmed together. My load was a big one, several days worth, and I felt it squishing out around my shaft as I slowed my thrusts and washed with pleasure.

I was quickly exhausted and sat wobbly on the sand. All four of us were panting heavily, trying to catch our breath. It had been a few days since our last sexual play, and the heat exhaustion from the previous days left us unable to play more that night.

I certainly wasn't complaining. I'd filled Keekah with my semen and helped Bailey squirt for the first time. I settled next to Keekah who had slid down beside me, said, “Happy Halloween!”

We washed up in the surf and used a bit of fresh water to rinse off the brine. It was growing late in the evening, and we wanted to take advantage of the cool air to get better sleep than we'd have for a few days. It didn't take long for Halloween to move into the past and the fun of that evening to be lost in the events that would follow.