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

November 1st was the start of my third month on the island. The heat returned early that morning. Gale wanted to take Keekah and spend about three days in the North to tend to the garden. It had been somewhat torn up by the furious storm and it was time to plant the next season of crops. It would take time, but Gale figured that with Keekah's help, they could get it done.

They packed up as much as they could carry, taking water and food and supplies that would help with the garden. Bailey and I kissed them goodbye and wished them well. If they weren't back by the 4th day, we would hike to the shack and see if they were alright. Otherwise, as they walked off toward the stream-path, it was going to be the first time that Bailey and I had been alone together for any length of time in many weeks.

She was very quiet all morning and I hugged her and whispered “I love you.” She returned the affection but it was missing something.

We'd finished filling water jugs and floated them back to the boat on the raft. I set up fishing poles for both of us and we sat silently for a bit before I spoke.

“Bailey... are you feeling ok? You're really quiet today.”

She sat silent a moment, shrugged, said, “I dunno.”

“Talk to me, Kitten. What's got you down?”

“I dunno...” I thought she was going to leave it there, but she opened up instead. “Last night... you squirted in Keekah again... she wants to give you babies and I think you want her to... what about me? I can't give you babies... I can't give you that...”

Jealousy. It always comes up in relationships, and doubly so when there is sexual contact with multiple people. One of the most natural and unavoidable emotions, Bailey was jealous of Keekah. I should have been better prepared for it, should have better anticipated it, but it was nonetheless something we had to work through together.

“Bailey, I don't care about babies. The honest truth is I don't want either of you to become pregnant. With Keekah's body mature and fertile, it is a possibility. You'll get there soon enough, and we'll have to worry about you being fertile as well.”

“But what if she does get pregnant? What will I be to you then? She's the one that will give you babies...”

“You'll be just what you are now, the most important person in my life. The person I put first, ahead of everyone else in the world. Keekah understands that, I think, she understands that you and I are primary to each other. If she does get pregnant... well, of course it will change our lives. All of our lives. But it won't change what you and I have, Kitten. I'm so sorry I haven't made you feel that way.”

“No... no, you do. You do, Kal. I know you love me. You know I love you so much. I don't want anything to change that, you know? Don't want you to think of me as less because I can't give you babies and she can, you know?”

I knelt down in the sand and squeezed her hard, kissed her neck, looked into her eyes. “Hey, Kitten, I know you are scared of losing me. I know you think that if Keekah has my baby that you'll be forgotten. That will never happen, ok? Never. Whatever happens, whether Keekah gets pregnant or not, you'll always be my rock, and I'll always want you in my life every day, in every way you can be.”

She smiled finally, said, “I know. I feel the same about you. I just... I just don't know what to feel. I love Keekah, and I love that she makes you happy, too. I don't want to feel like this. Maybe... maybe for a while, if you'll not squirt in her, not take a chance on her having your babies... just a while, maybe?”

“I think we can do that. Keekah's going to be a bit jealous if you and Gale get all my loads, you know, gonna have to make sure she feels needed and desired, too.”

Bailey grinned and blushed, “well, she can't get pregnant if you squirt in her butt!”

I laughed, “true! You know, I haven't even been in her butt yet. Maybe when they get back, if the heat isn't too bad, maybe you'd like to help me?”

She agreed, seemed to return to herself. It was a concession I knew was a possibility, but it solved two problems at once. I wouldn't have to worry as much about getting Keekah pregnant, though I'd still run a small risk by fucking her vagina at all. And, it soothed Bailey's concerns for what would happen if Keekah did have my baby.

We fished the rest of the afternoon, had just gotten a fire rolling when large, dull, distant booms pounded from the East, apparently over the horizon.

There was nothing we could see in the early evening fading sunlight. Just repeated 'Boom Boom Boom-Boom-Boom Boom...'

Being isolated the way we were, I must admit it was always strange to be reminded that the rest of the world existed. The boat crash, the gunmen, the jets we'd seen during the first week. All were notices that the rest of the world hadn't gone away just because we hadn't found our way back to it. The booms we heard could have been any number of things, but given the duration, the heavy thudding, the repetitive concussions, I could only think of military and war.

“Perhaps it is just a naval exercise. I used to live close to a Marine camp where they ran all sorts of wargames to let the men and women practice their skills. Always had loud bangs and blasts that you could hear a long way away. Sounds like that, now. I expect there are a lot of these abandoned islands that host gun ranges and bombing targets.”

Bailey just nodded and we returned to our meal with the unknown thundering sounds rolling for several hours before quieting.

Darkness fell, and at first I thought I was imagining it. Dull light appeared just off the horizon, an effect I'd never seen before. I remembered Gale describing something like it in her journal, but that had been to the North and West, not to the East where the glow sat that night.

The light never moved, just made a dim arch a degree or two above the line of the water. Above that were blackness and stars, and there was nothing more we could do to investigate the effect.

I gathered a blanket and towels from the cabin and joined Bailey to play in the surf. She was herself again, talking out her emotions had helped her to regain her trust in our relationship. It felt good to reassure her, and I was honest with her. I didn't pass on that Keekah getting pregnant would be more difficult in many ways than I'd admitted, but with our agreement in place, those concerns could be put off for a time.

I hugged Bailey from behind, let my hard cock nestle against the small of her back. She purred as I fondled her swelling breasts, the small peach pits so tender and warm in my hands. Bailey wiggled her ass against me, her cheeks spreading and sliding away with each pass.

I led her to where I'd laid down the blanket and brought her down on it, kissing and holding her tightly. She was warm and soft against me, Bailey's youthful skin raised with goosebumps. I stroked her stomach, felt her flutter and heard her sigh delightfully as her arousal grew with each gentle touch.

My fingers found her sex. I loved the feel of her first hairs on her Mons, the dark pubes soft and becoming fuller above her sex. Her labia were still hairless, tender and wet between her thighs. I probed her entrance, felt slickness coat my finger as I pressed deeper. I found her g-spot again, sucked on Bailey's small breasts as I rubbed my palm against her clit.

She writhed and moaned, her little body rising up to grind into my hand. I circled her rough patch, pressed into it, felt her channel tighten and swell. Bailey cried out, her clit throbbing against my rubbing palm, her cunt pushing and clenching. “unnn... uhhnnn... unnn... unnnnnn... OOOOHH... OOOHHH... OOOOHH.. UHNNNN... NNUNNN... nnnNNNnnn... nnnNNNnnn... oooh... oooh, Kal...” Bailey came as I consumed every inch of her. I felt her ejaculate one light shot against my fingers as she climaxed, the girl's ability to squirt such an amazingly erotic sensation to experience.

“I love you, Bailey,” I said as I rose over her and spread her legs wide. My penis found her labia on its own and I quickly sank into my thirteen-year old lover, rooting in her and vibrating as I began to thrust and withdraw.

Bailey's body held mine, her arms around my back, her head buried in my neck. I stroked in... and out... in... and out... in... Bailey's cunt was so fiery, so wet, her arousal making me feel warm and excited as I fucked her. Her legs wrapped around my hips, held tight as I moved my penis in and out of her little vagina.

“Ohh... Kal... ooohh... Kal...” She called my name in such an innocent way, the sweet sound of her voice making me savor every inch of her touching me, inside and outside. Her pussy became very wet, her juices churning around my penetration, creamy and slick on her labia and my shaft.

I pulled out and moved her to her hands and knees, mounted her and began fucking Bailey's pussy from behind. She moaned with each stroke, my cock able to move a little deeper into her when we screwed doggy style. I pumped her, considered spanking her. I asked first, “Bailey, would you like me to spank your ass?”

An odd question to a thirteen-year old, but she thought a moment and responded. “Yes.”

I brought my hand down on Bailey's butt cheek. Not a slap, not hard, nothing like the rough smacks I'd given Gale. But enough to get the sensation.

“Ohhh.. yesssss... yesss...” Bailey wanted more and I spanked her again, running my dick faster through her tender pussy lips. I switched hands, lightly spanked her other cheek. She moaned and began to shudder and rock back against me. I spanked her again, again, nothing hard, just a tease of the stronger smacks I knew I'd give her later in life.

Bailey tensed up, I spanked, she shuddered, I spanked again, and she climaxed strongly on my cock. “NNNNNN... NNNNNNN... NNUUUUNNN... NUNN... NUNN... NUNN... NUNN... OOOHH... oooh... nnnn... ohhh, Kal...”

I spewed my load deep in Bailey's vagina, ejaculating fiercely into her little pussy. I squirted and thrust and squirted again, filling her cunt with my semen. “OOOHH... OHHH... Bailey.... Bailey... Ohhh... ooohhh...” My little lover took my load and purred through her waves of orgasm. My dick spurted a final shot and I stilled inside her, semen slowly leaking from my dick and into the pool of cum in Bailey's vagina.

I spanked her on each cheek and pulled out of her, watched my cum run out and drool down her labia and onto the towel. We flopped down together and kissed as we breathed heavily. I nuzzled her neck and whispered, “I love you so much Bailey. You're mine and I'm yours, always know that.”

She sighed and held me tightly, whispered, “I know. You know you mean everything to me. I'm sorry if I got jealous. I just love you so much.”

I smiled, looked her in the eyes, kissed her deeply, her trembling lips so tender and soft on mine. Bailey was becoming a very good, passionate kisser as she practiced with me, and with Keekah and Gale. She felt less like a young girl being cautious and more like the aroused, desirous young lover that she was. It just made me love her that much more, to feel her emotions so easily transmitted through her kiss.

We slept outside that night, the night are warm and more comfortable on the sand. I woke a few times and smiled at my sleeping lover. She did make me feel so wonderful just being by my side. I know it might sound silly for a man my age to say that about a thirteen-year old, but it was the truth. I couldn't help how I felt about Bailey, and I really didn't care if anyone else in the world understood, because she did, and she felt the same way about me.

- - -

I rose to urinate and void my bowels as dawn crept up. I moved down from where Bailey still slept and got into the water. The air was still warm despite the cloud cover. As sleep cleared from my head, I looked again and realized the clouds were instead a dense, dark smoke rising from the East, beyond the horizon.

I headed back to the blanket and woke Bailey. “Look... what do you think that might be?”

She woke slowly and shrugged. “No clue.”

The booms we had heard the night before came back to me. “Could just be military doing their thing. They use live ammo when they do some of the training, probably set something on fire.”

Bailey brought fresh wood to the coals as I collected clams and oysters. We ate our breakfast in the warming morning, relaxed and ready to get the day's chores done early. I wanted to build up our firewood supply to as much as we could reasonably collect and store. Bailey and I did that all morning, then I headed down to catch us lunch with the fishing pole.

A while later, three fish were flopping on my makeshift stringer when Bailey called out, “Kal? What's that?”

Bailey stood down the beach a bit to the East, pointed further that direction. I could see nothing, so I left the fish to flop against the surf and walked to her. Closer, I could see movement against the blue and grey horizon. A large, dark shape moved from South to North. A ship.

It was smoking heavily.

We watched it move quickly to the North and out of view. It was followed by a second, smaller smoking shape which also moved out of our view in a few moments.

It seemed to confirm that the military were firing munitions the night before, and I wondered if they were an old set warships that burned coal or diesel. I doubted they were actually still used in actual warfare, but I supposed it was possible that someone's underfunded navy still considered them viable.

We shrugged and went back to our work. I caught enough fish for two meals and a fish stew that I planned to cook overnight. I pulled in a half-dozen crabs as well and soon had our food cooking over the fire.

Bailey giggled and insisted on feeding from her plate, and I repaid the favor. It was a light moment for us, together alone for the first time in a long time. We both loved Keekah and Gale, enjoyed and cherished that they were with us, but we both agreed it was nice to have some time to ourselves like that.

We finished the firewood collection after lunch, pretty much clearing out fallen wood for a few acres around the boat. We'd amassed enough that day and the day before to last us at least three weeks if we used it at the pace we'd been going through. I knew we'd need to broaden our search area soon, but we had a week or two before we needed to worry about that.

During one of the last trips out of the trees, I was to the East a few hundred yards from where the island curved and the beach headed North. I saw a reflection on the waves that looked too broad to be a whitecap, too stable to be foamy surf. I walked out in that direction, and stood in the lapping waves as the object came closer.

For fifteen minutes I stared at the bobbing thing before I felt dread hit my stomach.

It looked like a body.

It floated closer, far enough South that it looked like it would float past the island. From the corner I watched it go by, the sun still bright and shining over the water.

It was definitely a body. It drifted out a hundred yards or so. I ran back to Bailey, told her what I'd seen. She looked sad and I asked her to stay at the boat.

I headed back to the East shore and swam out to the body. It wasn't so much that I had a morbid curiosity as I thought maybe it was someone I could save. As it moved past the shoreline, I caught up to it.

The body was facedown, and any thoughts I had of a rescue were quickly disabused. The person looked male, wore a dark blue uniform that screamed maritime services of some kind. I turned the body over, saw a name patch in a language I couldn't read. The man wore a large pack around his stomach and I slipped it off and shouldered it. I let the body go and headed back to shore as it drifted past the boat and was lost from sight.

I brought the sack back to the boat and dried it as best I could. A big red cross-hatch marked a flap and the body of the bag. I opened it, found it stuffed full of emergency medical supplies. Bandages, wraps, a sling, packets of sulfa, three bags of plasma and tubing and needles. Several dozen rectangular pouches marked 'Fentanyl Citrate.' Those I knew were morphine 'lollipops' that had replaced things like morphine syrettes for emergency pain management. There were an assortment of other useful medical supplies, obviously geared toward saving a life in battle.

I couldn't help but think that that man's death might have delivered us things we could use to save ourselves if one of us was terribly hurt. I stored the kit in cabin and joined Bailey at the fire where she was getting some protein cooked. As the sun began to head West, we ate our meal and talked about the man, who he might have been, how he might have died.

“I didn't see any wounds, but I didn't really look either. It's a little... unsettling, you know?” It had brought back memories of the first few days on the island, when we'd found several corpses in the surf, people who were not as fortunate as Bailey and me when the cruise ship exploded.

It brought back thoughts of those we had lost. Kate, Nina, Bailey's mother and sister. We talked quietly about them as we struggled to keep the emotions we'd thought we'd numbed buried and distant.

We carried our dishes and cleaned them in the surf. Bailey pointed, said, “Oh no!” I looked and saw several floating objects moving past us toward the West.

Bodies. More bodies.

They were farther out from shore than the first one. All had similar dark blue uniforms, well, those that we could see, anyway. There were at least a dozen, nameless, faceless to us as we stared sadly at the corpses. “What in the world happened? I'm starting to think that wasn't just a practice run. I think there was a naval battle out there!”

Bailey nodded, “Why else would these men be dead?”

“I mean... it could certainly have been an accident, but the endless booming, the bodies, the two ships we saw, smoking and heading North. Occam's razor suggests to me that we are witnessing casualties of war.”

Bailey was silent a moment. “Occam's razor?”

“Means that when you are faced with multiple possibilities, the one that makes the fewest assumptions, the one that is simplest, is usually the correct one. At least until more evidence is obtained.”

“Ah. Occam's razor. I like that.”

We stared off for some time as body after body floated slowly by us. I stopped counting at some point, decided instead to see if any had washed up. We walked down to the corner. In the fading light we saw nothing beached, the last body passed us and moved off to the West to follow the others. It was a small relief to find no corpses on our shore.

Still, the night was melancholy for Bailey and me. Death had been all too close to us when we first landed on the island, and we'd just managed to put distance between ourselves and those emotions, just started to accept our new place together, away from our previous lives. The bobbing corpses had awakened remembrances of our past families, our past loves.

It was hard to push down against it suddenly. To fight back what we both thought we'd already dealt with. Bailey cried against me in the cabin when we went to bed, and it didn't take long for me to join her. We held each other for long hours, the warmth of her flesh slowly returning me to the present, my arms keeping her from letting herself go too far into the past.