Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 190lbs, short dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 12

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'9, 80lbs, shoulder-length brown hair

Bailey rose first in the early dawn light, standing slowly and stretching in the cool air. The breeze had died, the fire barely warm. I watched as she scratched at her back, my dried semen stuck to her soft skin. She headed down to the water line, and I stared after her. The preteen squatted down and started urinating. Her piss ran strong, steaming in the morning stillness. I couldn't help but watch as she drained her bladder and slid into the saltwater.

I rose, groggy, thoughts of the night before heavy and unfocused. I remembered ejaculating against Bailey's ass, unexpected, rushing, forceful. I hadn't planned it, hadn't specifically wanted it. But the warm young preteen's body had felt wonderful against mine, and my cock had responded by spewing several days of cum against her backside.

My shame returned, and for once, I was thankful that I was too sleepy to feel the full impact. Instead, I started pissing where the stream met the surf. Halfway through, I realized Bailey was watching me. My cock was half-hard as I peed, Bailey's eyes locked and staring. I dunno why I didn't think to just get in the water and go. The teen had marked out our piss spot already, though, and it just felt like that's where I should take a leak.

I shook my dick, last bits of urine falling away, and I slid into the water near her. She was blushing and smiling a bit, lightly running her hands along her back and ass. “I should clean that up... can I... ?” It felt awkward, asking a twelve-year old if I could wash my sperm off of her naked body.

“Ok, yeah.”

She turned away from me and sank down to her neck in the slowly-lapping water. I hesitated briefly, then ran my hands along her back. Her skin felt slick and briny in the saltwater bath. I moved along her subtle curves, what little curves her slender body had. I slid along her upper back, then her lower, felt sticky sperm separate and disappear into the depths. I ran my fingers over her upper butt cheeks, then wiped along them, my penis hardening as I grazed her little ass crack.

I touched her for much longer than was necessary to remove my sperm. I couldn't help it. We were alone, together, frightened and desperate. The touch of her, the touch of anyone, brought a sense of not being so alone, not being so frightened. I rubbed her skin, massaged her slim butt, ran my hands along her hips. She didn't resist, didn't speak, didn't make me stop. Bailey just panted lightly as I touched her body under the water, let my fingers dance across her skin, inches from her most private areas. I ran a finger down her crack and grazed her anus, felt it twitch against my touch.

I snapped out of my trance, pulling back quickly, shame lancing through me as I realized that I was touching a twelve-year old girl's naked body, her naked ass. I hadn't meant to let myself enjoy it so much, and I felt a tremor of self-loathing that I'd let my situation affect my moral decisions. I stammered, “I... I think you're clean now... good to go.”

Bailey turned, caught my eye. The look there was not anger or hatred or even confusion. It was curiosity, anticipation, maybe a touch of fear. She shivered. “Th-thanks. Thanks. I couldn't get it all off of me myself.” I saw her steal a glance toward my crotch, my penis underwater, rigid, just visible from above. Stared just a second, then said, “I'm really cold.”

“Yeah, yeah. Me too. Let's get that fire going, huh?” I offered my hand and she took it, and pretty soon, we had rebuilt our fire and stood over it, warming our bodies.

Touching Bailey's body had my nerves on edge. I fought against the urges that were bubbling into my thoughts. I'd never had any inclination toward a girl Bailey's age. The youngest I'd ever been with was a sixteen-year old, and that was when I was fifteen myself. My adult sexual urges centered on my wife, Kate, who had been about my age, and later grew to include Nina, who was twenty-four.

Girls Bailey's age were not supposed to arouse me. She was almost flat-chested, only small puffy nubs rising from her body. Her slit had no hair, was just two thin, small labia which met between her thighs, no sign of puberty in her vulva from what I'd seen. She shouldn't have made me horny, but I was horny.

I was a man used to frequent and satisfying sex, both with my wife and with Nina. Several times a week I'd enjoyed one or both women. I hadn't even made it a week before blasting my load across the preteen's ass, and here I was, stealing glances at Bailey's little body.

I was very torn, but I squashed my urges mostly successfully, and tried to get us focused on the day's survival activities. “Listen... A few things we need to do today. Let's finish off those water jugs. You got most of them yesterday, so it should only take a few more hours to complete it. I noticed the water is already trickling slower, so we may be very thankful to have such a store.”

“Ok. I can do that. What else do we do?”

Bailey was handling our situation surprisingly well. She was too immature to have a full grasp of the dangers we faced, and I had expected her to spend most of her time crying and feeling sorry for herself. Hell, a good part of the time, I felt like crying and definitely felt sorry for myself. I was proud of the twelve-year old for keeping it together so far.

“Well, I found some more debris to the west that I want to get and bring back, more wood and some metal, too. I'll start fetching those. Once that's done, you should be about done with the water, maybe we'll see about trying that other container again.”

“Ok, Kal.”

“Hungry?”

“Very.”

I poured us each a tall plastic container full of fruit punch slurry and we both downed seconds soon thereafter. The sun had risen higher and was warming the sand quickly. I buried our fire a bit to keep it smoldering through the day. Bailey bent over to pick up a jug, and I got an eyeful of her small crotch. Her tiny, pink asshole nestled between her thin cheeks, her hairless slit just a hint between her legs.

I stared too long, and as she rose, Bailey caught me looking at her backside. She smiled and glanced to my erect penis, then started filling jugs. I hustled down the beach to the West to start my recovery process. Part way down, I had a better idea, and returned for the life boat. I'd use it to easily bring back the items I'd found the day before.

- - -

By midday, I'd brought back five assorted pieces of metal, some holding on to handles and struts and broken crossbeams. I'd also recovered the rest of the wood planks, found a couple torn sheets of thick, bluish plastic, and a few rubber liner-seals. Bailey had topped off the last jug of water and helped me move my haul and the lifeboat up to our camp. Her skin was pink and she was starting to burn, so we moved into the tree line to stay in the shade. My skin was still red and raw and angry, especially my back, so we made a lunch of slurry and the last of the rose petals while we avoided direct sunlight.

“I think I'm going to look for shellfish this afternoon, after we try the container again. Do you like shellfish?”

“You mean like oysters?”

“Oysters, clams, mussels, anything in a shell down in the sand under the water. With the fire, we can cook them. We really need to eat something other than sugar and petals soon. I'm desiring something other than roses.”

She blushed. My eyes had been drawn between her legs, the girl's parted thighs offering me an unobstructed view of her sex, her thin labia pink and pressed tightly together in a small line that trailed under her body. “I've never had oysters. Or clams. I don't know if I like them...”

I shook off my stare and returned to her face, her blush obvious even against her pink, burned skin. I really noticed Bailey's light brown eyes then, and for a moment let myself sink into them. Again, I shook it off, saying, “I love the taste... Oysters, that is. The taste of oysters. Maybe I can find some. Or some clams. Or anything that isn't drink mix and roses.”

She nodded, stared out to the ocean. “Do you think anyone is looking for us?”

My thoughts turned dark. “I hope so. I hope so... It's been three days or so since the ship went down. Someone has to be looking.” Bailey looked quite sad, lost. “Don't worry, Sweetie. We'll get off this island soon enough. We just need to stay focused. We've got water and sugar. We've got each other. We'll survive and get off this goddamn island.”

She nodded again, accepting for the time my wisdom, and I kept to myself my growing doubts.

We heard a low rumble from the skies, followed by glints of sunlight dancing along the horizon. Soon, four jets were streaking toward our island, high in the sky and moving quickly. In no time, they had disappeared beyond our view from the tree-line. Another four shot past, and four more. And then we were left with only the sounds of lapping waves and breeze in the trees. It was a moment that reminded us both that the world was still out there beyond our small island, and I'm not sure if I felt hope or fear at that realization.

- - -

Bailey lined the water hole with the plastic sheeting while I felt my way around underwater looking for anything edible. I found rocks at first, some with sharp edges that might be useful, and I tossed those onto shore. I found a small clam pretty quickly, and another. Soon, I had an armful of the light-brown shellfish and brought them to shore, returning to look for more.

I had another load quickly, along with four good-sized oysters, and another couple of shellfish I couldn't identify. I brought my haul up to the fire and saw Bailey in tears. I dropped what I carried, the girl rushed over to me and hugged me tightly, crying into my shoulder. It was the first time I'd seen her break down since she'd first awakened, and honestly, I thought it was probably overdue.

She cried against me for some moments. I held her bare skin to mine and stroked her matted hair. Her tears dried a bit and she sniffled. “Sorry... I just... I feel so sad...”

“I know... I know... I feel like crying all the time. I know how you feel.” I wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks and looked into her red eyes. “At least we have each other, you know? I can't imagine being here, all alone, trying to make it through.”

“Yeah... I'm so glad you're here, I'd be so lost without you.” Bailey hugged me, held tight, and didn't comment on the erect penis pressing into her stomach. I couldn't help it. She felt so warm against me, the contact with another human so vitally necessary in my life. Bailey was all I had, and I was damn lucky to not be alone. My cock responded to that in a way that I couldn't stop, and I tried hard not to acknowledge what was rising from my balls.

I knew I was on the verge of spewing another load on the girl, and I tried to break her embrace. She held fast, nestled against me tightly. My penis engorged, throbbed against her. “Bailey... I...” I started to push her from me. She looked down, finally acknowledging my straining penis with her eyes, stared a moment, and redoubled her hug.

I ejaculated against her stomach, her warm little body hugged around my length. I squirted several shots of semen onto her flesh, the fluid running down her body onto her legs. I groaned, she held me tighter as my load ran down her skin.

I kissed her forehead, drank in her embrace, my penis deflating and drooling against her stomach. She'd known what was to happen, and she let me cum on her intentionally. Bailey was no longer crying, her mouth open slightly, panting lightly. I didn't exactly know what to say. “Bailey... That... I couldn't...”

She kissed my cheek and hugged me tightly again, her need for my arms stronger than my need to apologize and feel ashamed. I held her against me and we slowly rocked together, my sperm covering her thin stomach and slowly dripping down her legs.

- - -

When we finally broke apart, she stepped back and sniffed, a thin smile on her face as she had recovered somewhat from her dark emotions. Bailey ran a finger through the thick cum on her body, twirled it a moment, said, “I'm gonna go wash, wanna come?”

Of course I nodded my agreement and we were soon down in the water. Bailey started to run her hands over her sperm-coated stomach, then paused, “Will you...?”

I slid my hands along her stomach, feeling my sperm slip away from her skin. Bailey's soft flesh felt warm in the briny water, her muscles tensing against my touch. I ran my fingers along her belly button, just under her small puffy nubs, and down her slender hips. I don't know if I did it on purpose or not, but my hand grazed her slit, bringing a soft moan to Bailey's lips.

I felt excitement rush through me and I shivered at the girl's response. I did it again, this time certainly on purpose, my fingers brushing her slit and lingering just a moment. Bailey's thighs parted a bit, opening her sex for my touch. I ran my finger to her vulva, softly stroking her labia, the preteen panting and holding against my body. I was touching her private little clam and I couldn't stop myself from enjoying it.

I cradled her back with one arm, securing her against me, let my other hand tease her slit. I found her little clitoris, hard and tiny and straining. I rubbed it softly. Bailey moaned, breathed against my neck. My finger circled her nub, her body tensing and rocking in the lapping waves. I dipped down to her vagina, the tight, tight hole barely there for my touch. I probed gently, gently, no further than the tip of my finger. Bailey tensed tightly as my finger found her clit once more.

I stroked her, holding her tight, feeling her little puffy nipples against my skin. The girl's legs clenched, her body rose and fell as I circled her small nub. Bailey cried out, “nnnuuhh.. nnnuuhh.. nnnuuhhh... nuuuhhhooooooohh... nuuuuuhhhooooooohhh...” Her little body climaxed against me, her moans soft and wonderful, her body tensing and relaxing and shuddering with my touch.

She squeezed me tighter, my penis hard again and sliding around her hip. I kept my hand on her slit, unwilling to move, fearing I'd never again experience something so wonderful, so innocent, so erotic as bringing Bailey to orgasm. I palmed her sex, her clit and hairless snatch fit nicely in the groove.

A small hand grabbed my penis. For a moment, Bailey just held it, then very gently moved the skin up and down it's length. “Like this?” she breathed as she caught my eyes.

Her inexperience was obvious, but I didn't care. Her hand felt amazing around my shaft. “Yes...” She stroked as I touched her hairless cunt under the water, again found her small opening and probed with my finger. My cum boiled up from my balls quickly, my fingertip just inside her labia, the twelve-year old's body against mine, panting and watching my face.

We locked eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back. Very softly at first, we met lips and I lost myself in Bailey's embrace. Her fist moved along my shaft as I locked with the girl's mouth. She moaned into me, I moaned back, touching her private places while she stroked mine.

My finger found her clit again and was quickly bringing the girl's body to the brink. Bailey tensed, moaned into our kiss, shuddered, and came against me. The hand on my cock jerked, I tasted her arousal on her lips, and I exploded. My ejaculate fired into the water near her thigh as she stroked my length, her little body shuddering and rocking on my hand. I came again and again while she gripped me, an orgasm unlike any I'd ever had.

We stayed locked in a kiss for a long time. I took my hand from her slit and pulled her to me in a tight hug. Her small hand slipped from my penis and returned the hug.

There was no shame this time. Somewhere in my head, I accepted my situation at that moment. Bailey and I had drawn to each other from a need to feel comfort, companionship, and yes, arousal. Her preteen body didn't show it, but the girl was clearly capable of orgasm and her hormones had driven her to want my touch between her legs, to want to bring me to my own climax.

I kissed her neck, stroked her back, buzzed at what we'd just done. Her light-brown eyes shined into mine, the girl still panting and unwilling to break our embrace. Clouds had covered the sun and cast grey shadows about. I pulled us to the waterline where we laid down facing each other, kissing and touching and holding for most of the rest of the afternoon.

- - -

Bailey spoke first. “I've never... By myself, sure, but... Not that, not anything with anyone...”

“I know. You were wonderful. You feel so good in my arms.”

She purred against my neck. “I couldn't help it. You touched me... I felt tingly... “

“You came twice, just like me. I feel so great being the one to touch you first, make you orgasm. I... I... Normally, Bailey, normally, this would never have happened. Ever. But here... I... I need you and you need me, too. We have to survive, whatever it takes. I need you to help me get through this, and I will be here for you whatever you need.”

“Thank you. I'll do everything I can.” She looked at me, caught my eyes. “Kal... I love you.”

I wasn't really sure what to say, I'd not thought about our relationship at all, and certainly wasn't prepared to wade through the terrible thoughts of my wife and Nina and whether I had just cheated on them with a twelve-year old girl. Instead, I kissed Bailey's forehead for a moment, hugging her tight to me. “I know, Sweetie. Thank you.”

That seemed to be good enough for the girl as she turned over and pushed her back and small butt against my body, and we dozed a while with my arms around her at the water line in the grey afternoon warmth.