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

The grey afternoon had passed slowly with my young companion dozing in my arms. We had so much to do, but the comfort of holding Bailey close to me dominated me in a way few things could have. I didn't want to let her go, let her little warm body pull away.

My penis had been hard for an hour, nestled against Bailey's upper butt crack. I'd fought the urge to run it along, successful mostly because I was sore from my sunburn and had already cum twice that day. I roused myself slowly and stood, Bailey's blinking eyes meeting mine. She yawned, stretched and rose to kiss my lips. It was such a simple, sweet gesture, and I knew then that I was becoming more than just attracted to Bailey. I pushed those confusing thoughts aside and tried to remember what we needed to do.

The shellfish has been baking on the sand in the warm afternoon and I knew they needed to be cooked very soon. Bailey joined me by our fire pit as I roused the flames back to life. She gathered more wood and started a stack nearby. I was able to twist one of the thinner sheets of metal into a shape that could hold some water and I added a couple of inches to the bottom. Using one of the broken struts, I made a makeshift handle, and used another piece of metal to create a seat for the de facto boiler.

The water steamed quickly and I dumped half the clams and two of the oysters in. The smell of cooking seafood made my stomach ache and tense. Bailey groaned audibly as she, too, began to notice her desperate hunger while the rich, meaty aroma hit her nose. The shellfish opened, a sure sign they were ready, and I pulled them off to cool.

“They smell good.”

“More than good,” I replied, “I'd eat them right now if they wouldn't burn my tongue. The juice slurry has been better than nothing but, this, this is real food. Like eating out!”

She laughed, raised her eyebrows. “I hope I like them. I dunno...”

The little clams were just cool enough to scoop out of the shell. I offered her the first. “No... you try it first,” she insisted, looking more doubtful when she saw the jiggling meat.

I slammed the clam's rich, savory contents into my mouth, chewing the lovely shellfish and swallowing. My mouth exploded with flavor of brine and clam and a desire for another bite. My stomach tensed and demanded I eat another, which I did. The clams were the best thing I'd ever eaten, anywhere. My body was so hungry for more than just sugar, and I'd eaten three clams before I thought again to offer Bailey one.

She took the shell from me and eyed it carefully. She'd watched me scoop out the meat and did the same, holding it in her hands a moment before tasting it with only her tongue. A second pause, then she put the meat in her mouth, chewed once, swallowed, and grabbed another clam and quickly had it in her mouth. “Ohmygodthesearegreat,” she squeezed out around her mouthful of sweet clam meat.

We devoured the first load and eyed the oysters. I ate the first and found it just as satisfyingly warm and rich, more pungent than the clams, more succulent. Bailey ate the other and let the flavor coat her tongue as she licked her lips and eyed the pile of uncooked delicacies.

I put on the second batch as we drank big glasses of water. I wondered if we would suffer from such a rich meal after several days with only sugar and water. I didn't care. We were both compelled to eat more.

We quickly devoured the remaining clams and oysters while I poked at the other shellfish. They might have been mussels, I couldn't be sure, but we ate those too, the flavor and texture somewhere between a scallop and a clam. Delicious and very satisfying.

We sat around our fire, belching and feeling full for the first time since we'd washed up. Bailey snuggled next to me, placed a hand on my thigh. I held her shoulders, her head resting on my arm. She was so warm and small and wonderful against me. I wanted to hold her forever right then, but we had work to do. “I'm feeling pretty good after that feast. Want to help me try to get that other container open?”

She nodded and reluctantly rose from my embrace. Bailey dusted the sand from her body and eyed her clothes for the first time. Shook her head quickly and turned to the East, walking with me down to the large silver box of unknown contents. I'd taken a couple of the smaller pieces of metal, hoping they might work to jimmy open the latches.

I tried for half an hour to breach the container and again had to give up. Bailey explored the tree-line, finding some broken branches that would serve as tinder for our fire, running several armloads back to camp.

Giving up on the container, I sat down next to it, frustrated and pondering what else to try. I saw Bailey staring past me into the waves, and I saw bodies floating into shore.

Three bodies. As they pushed onto the edge of the sand, I could see two which appeared to be men. Or, rather, once were men.

The third had red hair, a feminine appearance despite the bloating.

My heart sank as I neared the swollen body, desperately clinging to the hope that it wasn't Kate. I used a piece of metal to turn the corpse to the side and looked at the face.

It wasn't Kate.

It didn't look much like a face any more, but it wasn't her. My losses hit home, hard. I'd managed to keep my emotions largely in check to that point, but the red hair was too close to Kate's, and I fell to my knees and cried.

Bailey rushed to me, holding my head against her naked body. “What, Kal? What is it?”

Tears flowed freely as I tried to explain. “I thought it was my wife... My Kate... The hair... Not her, but... but...” I bawled and let the twelve-year old comfort me in her arms, my tears streaking down my cheeks and sliding over her small puffy breasts. She sobbed quietly, sharing my pain and undoubtedly suffering her own.

I cried myself out against her, finally regaining my composure, tried to get my thoughts back to something helpful. “I can't get the container open. I've tried everything I can think of. I don't know what else to do.”

Bailey just nodded, sniffed. The rotting corpses began to stink on the sand and we moved off to the tree-line nearby and sat. Rain started then, small patters on the sand at first. We rushed back to the camp site, sticking the containers of drink mix into the back part of the first container, putting the mostly-dry chair cushions and bath towel inside. I covered the fire as best I could with a larger piece of metal, hoping the coverage might be enough to keep most of the rain off of it.

Standing, watching the rain on the water, I pulled Bailey to me and kissed her again, needing to feel her against me. She embraced my body, lips locking with mine as our hands caressed each other's backs.

Then she started dancing, rocking around, pulling me into her and away again, hands in mine. She laughed, giggled as we became drenched in the pouring rain. We danced and danced, playing gaily on our isolated beach. I opened my mouth and swallowed the rain, and she did the same, laughing at the absurd innocent pleasure we took in the act.

Rain ran down her body, her pink skin glistening, beautiful. I kissed Bailey's neck, sucking hungrily on her flesh as she kissed my chest. Her hands found my penis, my flesh growing hard in her cool hands. I stroked her little ass cheeks, feeling her panting against me.

I wanted to taste Bailey. Strongly, the urge to lick the girl's sex overwhelmed me. I laid her carefully on the sand, keeping her genitals off of the wet, abrasive ground. I kissed down her neck, taking her small puffs into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipples. Rain poured down as my hands found her small sex and parted her thighs.

Bailey's little hairless pussy was sheeted and dripping with rainwater, my fingers sliding easily along its length. I kissed her stomach, her hips, her inner thighs. I slid down, settled between Bailey's legs. I looked into her eyes from there, her thin slit so close, her mouth open and panting. I don't know how much she knew about what I was about to do, but I didn't care. I wanted to bring her pleasure with my mouth.

My tongue ran along her hairless snatch, little labia parting only slightly as I did. At first, she tasted of brine from the air and water, and of clean freshness from the rainwater. I probed my tongue into her tiny opening, tasted slickness, pungent and rich and heavenly. Bailey moaned at the contact with her genitals, holding my head between her legs, breathing softly.

I lapped at the twelve-year old's sex, tasting her inner wetness, the girl's tight vagina spasming randomly. Bailey shivered in the rain as I ate her young pussy, letting my tongue twirl around her small, hard clit. Her body tensed, she cried out, and orgasmed on my face. “uuuhhNNN... uuuHHNN... uuuHNNN... uuuHHNNOOHHH... OOOHHH...” I drank in her essence, smelled her arousal between her parted labia, sucked in the rain and her juices and swallowed as I licked her hairless vulva.

My cock was throbbing into the sand as I kissed and lapped the young preteen's vagina. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but in that moment, rain pouring down on our bodies, it was the only right thing in the world. The only thing I could do. Bailey moaned as her orgasm waned. I pulled up to her head and kissed her. Her thin cream still on my tongue, I knew the twelve-year old was tasting her juices in my mouth. She moaned into our kiss and hugged me closely.

We lay like that in the rain a while. The sand on most of my body had been washed away. I became aware that Bailey had taken my cock in her hand and was slowly stroking it as we kissed.

She surprised me by moving her kisses lower, down my chest and stomach, bringing herself over my groin. Her inexperience showed as she hesistated, clearly uncertain exactly what to do next. But she knew enough, and was soon kissing my shaft along the length. Sweet, gentle kisses on my flesh that had me straining and moaning.

Bailey looked at my penis throbbing in her small hands, leaned down again, and took the tip between her lips. I felt her tongue probe around my flesh, tentative and light. She stroked my shaft with her hand as she let my dick slide just inside her mouth. Around and around her tongue swirled, the girl not bobbing or sucking at all.

It was incredibly hot. So innocent, so powerful, to feel the twelve-year old try to satisfy me with her mouth, her inexperience an amazing turn on. My balls drew up, my body tensed. “Bailey, I'm going to cum...” Her body froze, her hand stopped. “Keep stoking me, Sweetie, oh... keep stroking...”

Her hand moved again, the head of my cock just inside the girl's sweet mouth. My shaft throbbed, my penis expanded between her lips. I arched, tensed, arched again, cried out, and filled Bailey's mouth with my seed. “Ooohhh... OoOOoohhh... ooOOOhhhyesss....” I spurted once, twice into the girl's mouth before she reacted. Rather than pulling away, she sucked for the first time, pulling the sperm from my length. Three, four shots fired into her mouth, pooling around the head of my cock which rested against her tongue. She sucked harder, hand stroking my penis, the last spurts of my jism filling her mouth and running out the side.

Bailey held me between her lips, uncertain what to do next. I buzzed as my euphoria ran strong, the twelve-year old's tongue cradling my dripping penis inside. She pulled off me, let my sperm run out of her mouth and over my member. She panted, looked at the cum that had dripped onto her hand, stared at the cock which had just filled her mouth with semen for the first time. She looked at me, and when I smiled, she smiled. Rain was already washing away the cum on her hand and around my penis.

She slid over me, my body beneath hers, and we kissed deeply. I tasted my seed in her mouth and shared the preteen's shudders as we felt euphoric and a bit chilled. We ran to the water and cleaned up before moving into the cover of the tree line. Drying just a touch, I suggested we duck into the open container and we were soon cuddling inside, relatively warm in the closed space with our naked flesh held tightly together.

We kissed, touched gently, held each other inside our metal shelter, the bath towel draped over Bailey's small body and the seat cushions under our heads. It wasn't comfortable in the normal sense, but with Bailey's slim form pressed into mine, it was more than acceptable. The heat from Bailey's thighs radiated against me, and my penis rose in response. She parted her legs slightly, and I nestled my member between them, the girl closing and holding my erection there as we fell asleep.