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

We started to get back into our normal rhythm with Gale and Keekah back at the boat. Filling water jugs, hauling wood, fishing, collecting banana-fruits and purple nuts and wild onions. Gale made a stew out of her vegetables and fish and crabs, and updated her ration schedule to include the garden ingredients.

The next two days were very warm, and we spent a great deal of time in the water and shade, trying to stay cool. Gale reminded us that we were moving into the hot part of the year in the Southern hemisphere, and muggy temperatures made us sticky and uncomfortable as we performed chores.

It really left no energy or motivation for sex, though we all shared kisses and cuddles at times. Beyond that, it was just too damn hot.

Keekah pulled Bailey away a few times and worked in secret on whatever she had planned for our wedding ceremony. The fourteen-year old told us that we needed to wait until we had a cooler day so that Bailey and I could enjoy our first night together as an official couple. Whatever they worked on, I was not privy to it, though Gale sometimes joined the girls away from my view.

A few days later, we finally caught a break from the heat. Morning brought dark clouds and thunder, lightning flashing over the water, several huge bolts striking the seas. The four of us huddled in the boat cabin and waited as the rain washed through all day. There wasn't much else to do but rest and read and talk.

Evening drew in with the storm drying up and the clouds passing on to the South. Cooler air greated us as the sun dimmed. Keekah announced that the timing was perfect for the ceremony if we were ready, and I grinned at Bailey as she looked nervous and excited.

I was forced out of the cabin and made to wait near the fire pit, instructed to set up four smaller fires nearby. I did as instructed and waited for whatever Keekah had planned.

The brown-skinned teen moved out of the cabin and sang a song in her native language. It was beautiful, soft. She smiled as her voice lifted. The girl picked up a cup as she climbed over the railing and pulled out small petals, tossing them onto the sand behind her. She walked to the center of the area I'd dotted with small burning piles of wood and sat the cup down. Purple and red flowers, blooms of the weeds that dotted the treeline, marked a path from the boat.

Keekah continued to sing as Gale emerged next from the cabin. She wore only a small grey sash around her waist, ends trailing down to the deck. She nodded to Keekah and when the girl returned the gesture, Gale motioned toward the cabin.

Bailey emerged and stood on the deck a moment. I couldn't believe my eyes. As she came down, holding Gale's hand, I saw her dressed like a woman for the first time. Her golden brown hair was pulled up and back, wrapped over itself and made her look taller. She wore a very pretty light green and white dress off her shoulders that had obviously been worked by someone to fit the girl's thin body. It held close to her hips, flared as it fell down below her knees. White stockings rose from her feet and disappeared up her thighs. Small bows of red and pink were tied around her ankles, matching the several bows tied in her hair.

As she and Gale slowly followed the path of flowers to where Keekah stood, the brown-skinned girl motioned me to stand next to her and took one of my hands in hers. When Bailey approached, I could see that she wore makeup, looked elegantly older, blush on her cheeks, eyebrows trimmed and darkened, lashes extended. Bailey needed none of it to be beautiful and perfect in my eyes, but seeing her made to look like a woman in that way was an incredible thrill and turned me on.

Gale approached first and took my other hand, leaned quickly to me and whispered, “follow our lead.” She drew away and offered her hand to Bailey. The teen took it and put her other hand in Keekah's free one. She was trembling, nervous, I could see the smile stuck on her lips even as she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. I smiled at her, couldn't help feeling a sense of overwhelming pride at my waiting bride.

Keekah's singing stopped and she looked at each of us for a moment. She began, and Gale translated. “It is under the sun and the moon and the stars that light the world that we come together this eve to make known to all gods and men that these two people have freely chosen to bind themselves together in love and desire and understanding.”

Bailey was shaking so hard that Gale had to hold her hand tightly. I looked at my lover, smiled, took a deep breath, then another, watched her do the same. Despite her cosmetics, I saw the blush form on her cheeks as she slowed her trembling and tried to enjoy her moment.

Keekah continued, “Uncountable generations have passed since the first people were joined and bound together. Over the years, rituals have changed, responsibilities have been added, words adjusted. Today, the only important words are those said by these two to each other. After today, all that is important is how they act toward each other, and how they act together toward others.”

The fourteen-year old dropped our hands and bent down, pulled a small candle and a lighter from the cup holding the petals, lit the candle and placed it in the middle of our circle, then took our hands once more, continued, “from her comes all life, all love, everything that means anything. From her comes the first promise.”

She looked at Bailey who was shaking again. She blushed deeper, sucked in her breath, looked into my eyes, and in a broken, nervous voice, said to me, “Kal... Since I was a little girl... I've dreamed about the day I would marry. I never much thought about who it might be or what me might do. I dreamed really of the way I would feel, how I would react. I wanted to live in that moment and often fantasized about becoming someone's wife.”

Bailey took a couple of breaths and continued, Gale translating quietly to Keekah, “I never thought it would happen this way, never knew it would be you, never knew that... our families... wouldn't be here with us.” She swallowed hard. “But since the first day I met you, you've been everything to me. You've cared for me, cried with me, and made me feel like a beautiful girl with every touch of your fingers. I promise to you to always return those great gifts, to make you feel loved as I feel your love, as often and in as many ways as I possibly can. I love you, I'll give you my everything, freely and with all my heart, and I offer myself as your wife that you may be my husband forever.”

By the time she finished speaking, Keekah and Gale were not the only ones choking up. I could feel my eyes beginning to water as Bailey's words hit me emotionally. Her sentiments were amazing, well-practiced, made me feel so warm and loved. I didn't expect it, hadn't known that she'd give such a passionate confession of her vow to me. I was so in love, so touched.

Keekah smiled broadly, swallowed a few times, finally started speaking, “She has laid bare her feelings and offered herself freely to him. And now, it is his turn. His turn to offer his vow to her.”

I froze, don't know why I didn't think to prepare a vow of my own. I took a couple of breaths and spoke from my heart. “Bailey... Before I met you, before we ended up here, I had a great life. I was loved, comfortable, needed nothing and had everything I thought I wanted. When I lost that... I thought my world had ended, thought I'd lost everything that would ever matter to me. You, though, you became my everything. You showed me a simple and wonderful love, a deep caring that I never knew could happen that way.”

She started smiling broadly and I could see her arms moving back and forth, her knees trembling. I continued, “Not just a love, a need, a desire for me. And I found myself drawn into you, deeply, strongly, like nothing I'd ever experienced. You've been my rock, the reason I wake each morning. I promise you to never let a day go by that I don't show you how I feel for you, how important you are in my life, how much my world is brighter because you've chosen me in this time and place. I love you and offer myself as your husband that you may be my wife, forever.”

Tears ran from her eyes when I finished, and I swelled with joy as I watched one slide down her cheek and drip onto the bare top of her breast.

Gale beamed and Keekah spoke, “He has laid bare his feelings and offering himself freely to her. So it is accepted, blessed, cherished, and proclaimed. These two people are bound by all strengths of gods and men to be together in all things, and during all times. Now... take each other's hands.”

Gale brought my left hand to Bailey's right, Keekah doing the opposite, Bailey and I holding each other's and feeling fingers shuddering and sweaty. Keekah continued, “a kiss will seal the bond, followed by the exchange of gifts.”

I leaned into Bailey, stared into her bright brown eyes a moment, and kissed her more passionately than I ever had before. We couldn't resist breaking our held hands and embracing each other. She hugged me hard, kissed me deeply, I felt her need and her love so strongly throughout my body.

After a few moments, we pulled back and held hands again. Keekah went on, lead by a small giggle, “normally, the exchange of gifts happens with privacy, but... I wanna watch! So... he will now take this gift and place it in his lover's genitals, then remove it with his tongue.”

I felt my cock rise at the thought and Bailey's eyes were drawn to it, her smile excited and full. Keekah handed me a dried cherry. I held it in my hand as the fourteen-year old sat Bailey down on a chair that Gale scooted under her. Bailey spread her legs.

I knelt and looked up at her. She looked so beautiful. Her skin glistened in the firelight, her eyes wide and full of excitement. I slowly pushed her dress up past her knees, up her legs. The tops of her stockings rose to mid-thigh, a thicker lace band topping each one. I pushed the dress higher, Bailey spread wider, and her sex was opened to me finally.

Bailey's vagina was beautiful, swollen, wet. Her dark hairs covered her Mons and trailed over her clit, becoming sparse where her slit disappeared beneath her. The teen grinned and reached down to her pussy, spreading her labia and offering me her everything.

I used two fingers to bring the cherry to her vagina, pushed the dried fruit just inside. Bailey caught her breath as my cool fingers brushed her fiery flesh. I pulled back and looked again. The cherry was not in sight and I knew it was going to be fun retrieving it.

I pressed my face down to Bailey's crotch, could smell her excitement and arousal and nerves. She smelled really horny, anxious, her pussy wafting aromas of desire and sweat and teenage hormones. I lapped along her labia once, twice, a third time. Bailey sighed and watched me. I rolled my tongue from her clit to her anus and into her vagina. I felt the cherry inside and tried to coax it out with my tongue. It pushed deeper. I chuckled and lapped her labia once more.

I slowly spread her wider, wider, opened her sex to my attention. Bailey was panting, rocking gently. My tongue dove deep, her pussy tender and slick as I probed. I hooked under the cherry and brought it out, holding it in my open mouth a moment before chewing and swallowing it. It tasted of cherry and pussy juice, a wonderful combination.

Bailey relaxed and looked ready to cum. Keekah had another task for us. She spoke, “Now, it is her turn to give him a gift and retrieve it.” She handed Bailey a thin strand of red licorice candy. My lover grinned and took it, offered me her chair.

I sat and leaned back, my penis hard and pointing at the thirteen-year old. She used her hands to wrap the licorice carefully around the base of my shaft, then knelt down. She took the tip between her lips, sucked on me lightly, looked up and grinned with my cock in her mouth. She slid down, teasing my shaft with her tongue.

Bailey bobbed up and down slowly, taking a bit more of my length into her with each movement. She reached halfway, then went further. I wasn't sure she was going to be able to get to the licorice. She lightly gagged with most of my penis in her mouth, backed off, tried and lightly gagged again.

Bailey tried for several moments, my cock throbbing as it hit the back of her throat. She couldn't quite get there. She pulled back, sucked just my tip a moment, then got another plan of attack in her head.

She released my penis and ducked down under me, licked my balls, sucking each into her mouth. It was an amazing sensation, my penis bouncing and slapping against her cheek. She worked up to the base of my shaft, taking the candy between her teeth and gently pulling it away from my cock. She smiled, chewed, and swallowed, left my dick dripping precum onto the sand.

Keekah drew her ceremony to a close. “And so we have completed things as they were meant to be completed. Two lives end where one life begins. You are now joined before gods and men and we bid you to be kind, caring, to learn, to love, to be what you are destined to be.”

She swept her hands into the air and bowed, walked back down the path of flowers to the boat. Keekah paused there, turned back, held out her hand for Gale. The woman smiled at us, tears on her cheeks, whispered, “congratulations! I love you two!”

She joined Keekah and pulled blankets and pillows from the deck, sat them on a chair for us, returned to the boat and disappeared with Keekah into the cabin.

Bailey jumped into my arms, “oooh... oooh, Kal... I love you so much, love you so much... thank you...”

“Love you, too, Bailey... You are so wonderful and special. Thank you...”

She whispered in my ear, “I want you inside me, Kal... please, I need you inside me...”

I took her hand, grabbed the blanket and pillows and headed toward the surf. I spread out the blanket and laid Bailey back on the pillows, kissing her deeply as I moved over her. She wrapped her arms around me, wrapped her legs around my thighs when she felt my penis resting against her pussy, her dress up above her waist. We moved together a moment, my length sliding back and forth on her wet genitals, becoming slick and pulsing against her flesh.

The tip of my penis nestled into Bailey's opening and I pushed in. She gasped and spread her thighs as I penetrated her. I sank in as far as I could, filled her channel completely. I held her there, kissing her, running my hands down the sides of her stomach, my dick leaking precum into Bailey's vagina. Her face was maturity and innocence all at once, beauty and passion and excitement. I felt the teen's pussy clench, spasm, she shuddered though I held still. She trembled, purred, moaned into my mouth. Her nipples were hard, straining under her dress, her pink labia swollen and wrapped tenderly around my penis.

I moved slowly, exquisitely slowly, in and out of Bailey's body, as slow as the first time with her. She stared in my eyes as we kissed and consummated our joining. Bailey was my bride, my wife, and for the first time I fucked her knowing that we were so closely bonded. She shuddered, leaned her head onto my shoulder, wrapped herself tightly around me, whispered, “Kal... oh... I'm gonna cum... just like that... oh... just like that... oh, I'm gonna cum...”

I stroked in and out slowly, carefully, made love to my thirteen-year old wife as if she were delicate, fragile, knowing she was instead full of strength and stability. I felt raw, warm, euphoric as she slowly built tension, grasped me with her thighs, tightened her grip around my shoulders, and cried out against my neck, “oooohh... Kaaaaal... ohhhh... nnnnn... nnnn.... nnnn... oooohh... Kal..... oooooohhnnnnn... nnnn...nunnn...” She came below me, my little lover's body connected completely to mine.

Her vagina spasmed as her orgasm flared, and I felt her slick, tight channel milking the seed from my balls. Up my shaft my semen burned, I cried out into Bailey's neck, and ejaculated in her pussy. “Bailey... ooh... filling you... cumming in you... oh... love you... oooh... oooh... ohhhh...” My semen flooded her vagina, spewed out in a rush from my cock. She twitched, jerked, as I inseminated her, my cum squishing out around my penetration and sticking in her pubes.

I rested on top of her for a long time, her arms slowly sliding over my back, my penis half-hard and my jism soaking in Bailey's pussy. We whispered kind, sweet words and kissed and touched well into the night. Half sleepy, we made love again with me on top, slowly fucking ourselves to intense and long-building orgasms. Once more, I ejaculated my cum into Bailey's vagina and not long after I slid off her, she was snoring.

It had gotten cool, so I wrapped us together in the blanket and cuddled with her. Her dress up and her bare bottom exposed and pressed to mine, I felt my semen leaking from her opening as I spooned against her body. I smiled, content, euphoric, so in love with Bailey. She sighed in her sleep, a smile on her young face, my cum slowly running from her vagina. The ceremony had mentioned ending two lives and starting one new one. I wasn't sure it had happened that night. More honestly, it started the moment we washed up on the island. Since that day, Bailey and I had reformed our world into one of common purpose, companionship, love for each other. I smiled and let myself drift away, my body wrapped around my young wife as if I never wanted to stop holding her.