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

The next morning I wanted to try something new. I knew we'd hit moments eventually where we might have trouble finding food. One thing I thought might work would be drying and smoking fish. I had no clue what the best process might be, or even how long the meat would keep. So, while we had plenty to eat and reserves, I decided to start some test runs. Bailey and I filled our water that morning before putting all five fishing poles into action.

By midday we'd caught a dozen keepers and another couple dozen of the smaller, thin fish that we'd usually used for bait or thrown back. Bailey stayed at the poles near the surf while I threw together a drying rack and a second contraption that I hoped would serve as a smoker.

When those were ready, I cleaned the three dozen fish and split them up, laying out some on the rack to dry in the sun, putting what would fit into the smoker and putting the box over the flames. I sipped water as I watched Bailey fighting something that pulled hard. For five minutes she fought and reeled and I heard the drag run out several times as it ran away from her.

I wandered down to join her, saw her covered in sweat, panting. She saw me and broke into a huge smile, said, “I can't get this one it! It just keeps fighting me!”

I grinned and nodded, said, “you're doing great. Keep letting it run, you'll get it soon.” The fight went on for another ten minutes before the fish seemed to tire. Bailey got it to shore and I grabbed it and showed her catch. It was the biggest we'd landed to date, easily three feet long and heavy, yellow tail and sleek silver body.

“Wow! I caught that!” Bailey exclaimed. “What is it?”

“Well, not sure exactly, but it looks a lot like the amberjacks I used to catch off San Diego. That's a helluva catch, Kitten!”

The teen beamed and rebaited her hook as I took the catch down the beach to clean it. I couldn't recall if the jacks were edible, we'd always just caught and released them. I was certainly willing to give it a shot and figured it would make a great lunch for us.

Cleaned, the fish was soon settled over the fire and bubbling in its own juices. Bailey pulled in two more smaller green fish before joining me at the fire. I cleaned those quickly and added them to the drying rack. As we pulled together a lunch of jack and banana-fruits, I noted that there were no flies or other insects on the fish, which surprised me. The sun beat down heavily on our bodies, and I could already see the fish meat sweating and becoming more solid in the heat.

After lunch, we spent time collecting more firewood further to the East and sat together in the shade, Bailey between my legs, her back against me. I rocked her softly, blew air against her neck. She leaned into me and whispered, “I love you, Kal.” I kissed her ear, licked the sweat from her neckline.

It was much too hot that day to do anything more. We slowly pulled our firewood back to the boat and stashed it in the hull. We now had a couple of weeks worth held dry in the boat, and another week in the stack in the treeline. It had taken a lot of effort, but I knew it would be worth it when we needed it most.

While we rested in the shade by the boat, I made coverings out of some of the fabric in the boat. I needed something to cover the drying fish in case of rain and the plastic and cloth I stuck together seemed to be a decent solution. Bailey complained about her stomach and went down to the surf to void her bowels and relax in the surf. I checked on her a couple of times. She wasn't feeling well but there wasn't much to do except offer her water and try to keep her comfortable.

By evening she complained of cramping and was doubled over in pain several times. I felt so bad that I couldn't make her feel better. I wondered if the jack we'd had for lunch wasn't as edible as I thought. I felt fine, so I hoped it was just a passing thing.

I decided to be a guinea pig. I recalled the hundreds of pills we'd found in the bag with the drugs and pulled out a sack. I'd had various prescriptions in my life, and though I didn't recognize anything, I had a strong suspicion that many of them were painkillers. I sorted through the various baggies. Most of the pills were white and round, a few oblong, none marked with a code that I knew. Some were completely unmarked.

I knew I was taking a risk, but my thinking was pretty obvious. If there were painkillers, I could possibly help Bailey's discomfort. I knew opiates and bowels didn't often go well together. She wasn't constipated, so I wasn't worried about making that worse. I also knew that the pills might be other euphoriants, maybe ecstasy or even speed of some type. There was only one way to find out.

I picked out a bag of small oblong white pills and took one, swallowed it with a big gulp of water, waited. Bailey had quieted down a bit and appeared to be sleeping under the shade of the trees in a chair. I worked on patching up a small crack in the cabin wall that had formed during the wind a few days previous. About halfway through the process I felt the stirrings of euphoria in my gut and I was pretty sure I'd taken a painkiller. Another twenty minutes and it was obvious. The feeling was very much an opiate, not an ecstasy or meth-style rush. Good.

I marked the bag so that I'd know which it was and pulled a pill out. I took it to Bailey and woke her apologetically. I had her swallow the pill and drink a tall glass of water. I held her as she tensed and groaned in discomfort. For long moments I sat behind her, stroked her stomach and hips, tried to make her feel better as the wind picked up and started whistling through the trees and skipping over the sand.

I rushed over to cover the drying fish. The make-shift tarp worked pretty well and I tied it off to keep it from blowing away. I eyeballed Bailey, saw her laying back, looking a bit peaceful. A few minutes were spent putting away our fishing gear and cleaning up around the fire pit. I cut up a few of the purple nuts and munched on them as I returned to Bailey.

She opened her eyes and smiled slowly. The girl sat up, looked around, her eyes dilated slightly.

“Feeling any better, Kitten?”

She smiled wider, “yeah... I feel... well, I don't hurt much right now... what did you give me?”

“Not completely certain, think it's a painkiller. I took one earlier, feels pretty good, right?”

“Oh, yeah... my stomach still feels tight... but... pain is pretty much gone.”

I kissed her forehead, said, “well, if it comes back, you can have another one after nightfall. Hopefully its just the fish not agreeing with you. Let me know if you don't feel good again, ok?”

She stood and kissed me, wrapped her thin arms around my shoulders, whispered, “thank you” in my ear.

While Bailey lounged in the surf and enjoyed her buzz, I let my euphoric spirit roll over me as I went over our inventory. I checked what we still had in terms of food against Gale's ration schedule. I made small adjustments to both as needed, but overall, we'd done a good job keeping our usage of the first-world food to a minimum. If the drying or smoking fish worked, we might be able to find a local preservable food source to add to the supplies.

That evening cooled down quickly. Bailey was sleepy and headed to bed in the cabin while I sat near a small fire and drank sips of whisky. I'd always enjoyed the combination of alcohol and painkillers. Not always a safe combination, but I'd had enough experience to know how to balance the two. And it wasn't like I was driving anywhere.

The night set in and I finished cleaning up the fire pit. I had no idea how long to leave the fish smoking, but it looked pretty well cooked and mostly dried out, so I pulled it off the fire and wrapped it in heavy leaves, then buried it in the sand. I hoped that the combination of smoking and cool, deep earth would act to keep the meat edible. I planned to dig it up every couple of days to test it out.

I checked the tie downs on the drying rack and ensure the fish looked ok. There were a few things crawling around but nothing more than we were used to already, so I left it for the night. The meat had a long way to go from what I expected it to look like, so I knew it would be a few days of sunny weather before we could know if the meat would preserve.

I crawled into bed and snuggled next to Bailey. She sighed and rested her hand on my hip as I leaned in and kissed her neck, holding her close as I fell quickly asleep.

- - -

I woke before dawn and slid out of bed to start the day's work. I wanted to head up North the following day to check on Gale and Keekah and see how the garden rejuvenation was going. Depending on how Bailey felt, though, it might not happen. I crabbed as the sun rose above the horizon and by the time Bailey crawled through the cabin door I had several good-sized ones boiling in a pot. I'd made coffee and offered her some.

Bailey was groggy, the signs of a painkiller-hangover on her face. I asked, “how you feeling today, Kitten?”

“Umm... not sure... just woke up... kinda thick right now... still a little... uncomfortable... not in pain, though.”

“Good... well, have a cup of coffee and see how you feel about breakfast.”

She sipped and set her cup down, excused herself to move her bowels by the surf. She returned and looked a touch better, but her mood was still a bit off. “Hungry? The crabs are almost ready.”

She almost snapped at me. “I said I don't know... Not really hungry.”

I calmly replied, “ok, Sweetie... Wait here, I know something you'll enjoy.”

She sat and drank coffee as I retrieved a small piece of chocolate from our stores, handed it to her. She nibbled on the end before devouring the piece quickly. She let out a sigh. “Better?” I asked.

“Yeah... thanks...”

It was then that I saw the blood. I'd looked down her body, admiring the way her breasts were swelling, becoming more than just puffy tips. Down to her lap I gazed, expecting to savor the way her pubes were growing, her first hairs still sparse and soft and beautiful.

A small smear of red blood marked one thigh and I knew why Bailey was not feeling well. I kissed her forehead and cheeks, knelt down, looked into her eyes. “Bailey, Sweetheart. You're a woman now... in another way, at least.” I looked down at the smear of blood and her eyes followed mine. She just stared a moment, spread her legs a little, her labia streaked with bright red.

I smiled as she looked at me a little frightened. “See, your body is really maturing, Kitten. Your first menstruation. I bet if Keekah was here she'd insist on some ceremony to honor your passage into a fertile young woman.”

“I... I dunno what to do...”

I kissed her again, said, “Nothing to do, really. I'll get you a tampon if you want. It will help keep the blood from running onto the chair and elsewhere. Otherwise, it will pass in a day or two and you'll go back to feeling normal again. The pains you felt yesterday... think it was probably just menstrual cramps. Normal for a lot of women.”

She sighed, then smiled, said, “So... this means I can give you babies?”

I almost laughed except it wasn't quite what I wanted to happen. “Uh... yes, I suppose you can.”

She kissed my neck, told me, “Kal... I'm so horny. I was really horny yesterday but I just felt so bad... will you... will you make love to me... when I'm like this? I'm gross, I know...”

“Not gross. Wonderful, and yes, Kitten, I'll make love to you any time. Want to go down by the water? I'll grab that bright red blanket from the bed... meet you there?”

She nodded, we kissed a moment, then I ducked into the cabin to find the blanket. I was incredibly turned on. Kate and Nina had both enjoyed sex during menstruation. It wasn't a fetish I cared about, but knowing how much it had turned them on had been a lot of fun for me. I hoped Bailey embraced it and didn't feel that her body's flushing was anything to feel shame or fear about.

She was standing near the surf, legs spread as she looked at her slit. She held a finger in front of her face, the tip red and wet. She blushed when she saw me and dropped her hand. “Gross...”

I smiled, said, “Not gross. Perfectly natural.”

I kissed her, rolled out the blanket, and pulled her to the ground as I stroked her hip. We kissed for several moments, her body pressed into mine as we softly rocked together. I suckled the thirteen-year old's breasts, Bailey's soft sighs delighting me. I moved down her body, kissed her stomach and thighs. Her legs spread instinctively and I settled my head between. I looked up at her, said, “Lay back. Enjoy it, Kitten.”

She did as I said and I looked at her genitals closely. Her labia were swollen, bright blood splotches and streaks on her tender flesh. I parted her lips and saw a small drop of red slide out of her opening and run down her ass cheeks. I didn't want to fully gross her out by licking her blood, so I settled my mouth over her lightly-hairy clit and sucked it gently between my lips. She moaned and began to rock against me.

Bailey's body had matured a lot since the first time I'd seen her naked. She was still a young girl, to be sure, but her pubes had grown in, her breasts had swollen to a slightly larger size. Her labia were still very pink and small, but they seemed to be a touch bigger, more like a young woman than a little girl. I licked her gently, let my tongue slide around her nub as she moaned and panted.

She smelled different in that moment. Stronger, more mature. Certainly the richness of her menstruation added to her aroma, and far from being grossed out, I was very turned on to sniff her as I licked her hard clit.

Bailey quickly began to orgasm. She released her tension and came against me, “unnn... uhnnn.. uhnnn... unnn...uuuuuuunnnn... unnnnn... nnnunnn... nunnn... nnnnunnn...” I felt her body shudder and hump against my tongue, her pussy squishing wetly against my chin.

As her orgasm waned, I quickly wiped my chin so that she wouldn't be freaked out by the blood I knew was there, running my hand onto the blanket to hide the red smear. I moved over her, kissed her deeply, loved the way she held me and moaned into my mouth as my penis found her slick labia. I pushed in, felt her wet vagina dilate around my penetration.

Her menstrual blood made her sticky, warm, so, so arousing. Her labia were swollen around my dick as I began to hump my thirteen-year old lover. Bailey held my shoulders as I raised up on my arms, my body moving with hers. I could hear the squishy noises from our copulation, knew I was fucking Bailey during her first period.

I was incredibly turned on, so hot for my lover that I was quickly overcome and ejaculated into her body. “Oh... oh, Bailey... oh... Oh, Kitten... Cumming in you... Cumming in you...” I filled her with my seed, for the first time knowing that Bailey's body could become pregnant. Maybe not at that point in her cycle, but I knew that over the coming weeks my semen would soak in her woman and might find a mature egg in her womb. I spurted as I moaned, Bailey watched my face as I unloaded into her body.

I held inside her a moment before withdrawing, pulling back to watch the white and red juices spill out of her vagina and slide down her butt cheeks. It was a very arousing sight seeing my young lover's maturing body like that. As my cum slipped out of her opening, I used two fingers to massage her clit and soon had the girl moaning and calling my name, “Kal... oh, Kal... oh, yes... yes...”

She bucked as I touched her privates. I ran my fingers to her slippery pussy and probed her tender channel. I rubbed against her g-spot, knowing she loved that sensation. I used my other hand to stroke her clit. She arched and fell back, arched and fell back, cried out, tensed, shuddered, and came for me once more. “NNNNNUNNN... NUNNNN... NUNN... NUNN... NUNN... UUUUHHNN... ohhh... Kal... oohhh...” I touched her vulva and thighs as she came, loved the way her sweet voice echoed in my ears as her body trembled, her vagina spasming around my finger.

I pulled up beside her, kept a hand between her legs, massaging her Mons and running fingers along her labia. We kissed and rocked together well into the morning before we stood and slipped into the water. We kissed passionately as I washed away her blood and my cum, enjoyed the way her soft lips trembled against mine, the way her young body shuddered each time my fingers grazed her clit.

I moved Bailey onto my leg and had her straddling my thigh as I kissed her neck and sucked on her flesh. She instinctively moved herself back and forth, grinding her pussy against my leg. She cried out as her clit strained, held my shoulders as she shuddered and orgasmed again. The teen rode my leg, her pussy squishing in the water against my flesh. The heat from her genitals was intense even in the surf.

We held like that for several moments, her body seated on my leg, her pussy drooling and rubbing against me. The seawater washed away the blood and sweat and juices running from her privates. I thought she was done and started to move when Bailey began rocking again, riding my leg harder this time, more intensity on her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and panting. I felt her tense, her body shuddered twice, three time, again, again, she cried out, I sucked on her neck, and she climaxed once more, squeezing her legs around mine and holding onto my body as she came.

Bailey was exhausted and I helped her return to the blanket where she collapsed and sighed, a huge smile plastered on her beautiful young face. I got her a tampon and showed her how to insert it after she'd dried. It went in pretty easily and I held the girl for a while before moving back to the boat to get the day's agenda underway. Bailey slept long into the afternoon before she joined me.

She obviously was feeling better. Her cramps had mostly subsided and her arousal was sated, at least for a while. That evening, we made love on the blanket again. Her bleeding had picked up a bit and my penis was coated with her sticky discharge by the time she'd come twice more and I emptied another load into her fertile vagina.

The night was much warmer than the last, and we settled onto a fresh blanket to sleep in the open air. Bailey rested her head on my shoulder as I held her, whispered in my ear, “I'm sorry I was mean earlier... I didn't want to be...”

I kissed her head, said, “Shhh... no reason to apologize, Kitten. Everyone has times when they don't feel good, and you'll have many more in your life. I'm sure I'll have my share, so just remember that I love you, always, no matter what we're dealing with, ok? I love you, Kitten. Love you so much.”

She kissed me, smiled and looked into my eyes. “Oh, Kal... Always tell me that... always love me... I love you more than I can tell you, more than you'll ever know... Love you...”

It didn't take long for Bailey to drift off and snore lightly against my chest. I held her into the late night and eventually found sleep myself. Just before drifting off, in that state where dreams are approaching and the real world is fading away, I saw a vision of Bailey. Naked, glistening, smiling. Her belly was large, holding my child. I wasn't sure then what to think or feel about the image, but I think I had a measure of calmness, of acceptance, knew that it was just a matter of time before my seed soaked in Bailey's womb and found an egg ready to receive it.