Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 190lbs, straight, shoulder-length dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 13

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 5'3, 115lbs, golden-brown tanned skin, shoulder-length light yellow-brown sun-streaked hair

Keekah, Female, 14

	- daughter of Manu, sister of Hakee and Mie, cousin of Poln

	- 5'4, 130lbs, mocha-brown skin, waist-length mostly-straight black hair

Gale, Female, 42

	- Survivor on Isla Gale

	- 5'5, 130lbs, dark tanned skin, waist-length dark reddish-brown hair

Manu, Female, 31

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, mother of Keekah, Hakee, and Mie, aunt of Poln

	- 5'5, 150lbs, mocha-brown skin, butt-length straight black hair

Hakee, Female, 17
 
	- Survivor from Hahonoko, daughter of Manu, sister of Keekah and Mie, cousin of Poln

	- 5'9, 150lbs, mocha-brown skin, butt-length straight black hair

Mie, Female, 11

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, daughter of Manu, sister of Keekah and Hakee, cousin of Poln

	- 4'7, 85lbs, mocha-brown skin, shoulder-length wavy black hair

Poln, Male, 10

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, nephew of Manu, cousin of Keekah, Hakee, and Mie

	- 4'7, 100lbs, mocha-brown skin, short, wavy dark-brown hair

Hona, Female, 28

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, friend of Manu

	- 5'2, 155lbs, dark-brown skin, shoulder-length wavy dark-brown hair

Tok, Male, 34

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, friend of Manu

	- 6'3, 205lbs, brown skin, shoulder-length wavy dark-brown hair

Amy, Female, 15

	- Stowaway from California

	- 5'6, 115lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length straight black hair

My body felt sore as I woke. Not really a bad sore, but that feeling one gets after doing too much the day before. In a way, it was welcome, a sign that I was past my fever and recovering. I recalled with arousal all that I'd experienced in the bare few hours that had flown by since my fever broke. Bailey's sweet pussy, Gale humping my leg, licking Keekah's raw sex, tasting Amy's virgin slit, and ending with shooting my load in Bailey's tight little ass. It had been a fantastic, erotic day and my body told me I'd probably overdone it a bit.

Regardless, I stretched to find Amy staring into my eyes. She'd quickly become more than just someone to protect, someone to save from the rest of the world. The fifteen-year old had found her stride and was now an integral part of our family. Her hand grazed my chest and swept softly across my nipples as she smiled a pre-dawn smile at me.

I pulled her to me and hugged her, kissed her, felt her body shudder against me as her warm flesh was wrapped in mine. Bailey stirred and wrapped herself around Amy from behind, rose up to kiss me and together, the three of allowed the moment to sink in. We'd clearly crossed a threshold together the night before, making love together, sharing our bodies in a way that we had only considered previously. I knew that, soon, Amy would be ready to be penetrated for the first time, and I was the lucky man who would receive that gift.

My penis was hardening, and as much as I wanted to take her right then, I forced myself up and sat on the edge of the bed, collecting my thoughts.

Amy was clearly thinking along the same lines. I saw her hand slide down to her hairy pussy where it lingered, labia slipped open, and her finger swept inside a second before she withdrew and spread the moisture across her stomach. I smelled her desire strongly, the thin sheen of vaginal juices thick and rich with her arousal. I shuddered and once more considered taking her then.

Bailey held her as Amy spoke quietly. “Kal... tell me about your first time. Bailey told me about hers... with you... how wonderful it had been. And... I want mine soon... soon... Tell us about your first time.” Bailey slid back on the bed, shifted her legs, and cradled Amy between them, slowly rubbing the teen's breasts as she watched me.

It had been a very long time since I'd even thought about when I lost my virginity so I had to rebuild that night before I could talk about it. “Well... uh... what do you want to know?”

“What it was like, who it was with, if it... felt good... you know... anything, really.”

“I was fifteen, freshman in high school. Beyond kissing a girlfriend who was my age when I was twelve or thirteen, I hadn't had any experience at all. I masturbated. A lot.”

Bailey laughed, said, “there's a shock.”

I stuck my tongue out at her and continued. “Went to a party one Friday night at a friend's house and there was a girl there from another school. She went by 'Nessa', but her real name was old fashioned, Gertrude. Nessa was a punk chick, dark, unkempt hair, streaks of dark purple and red. Dark eyeliner, dark lipstick, black dress and boots. A standoffish attitude toward anyone she didn't know.”

I stretched and thought about Nessa a moment before continuing. “She was outta my league, just like every other girl there, as far as I knew. I was a bit nerdy and didn't much connect with anyone but the guy geeks, though I had a couple of female friends. I was taller than most of the guys and I guess I stood out a bit for that reason. I was grabbing a soda when I accidentally tripped Nessa and sent her tumbling in the kitchen.

“The look in her eyes could have killed me. I felt horrible, embarrassed, tried to stammer an apology. She just glared at me a bit before standing and walking off. I tried to hide a while and mostly ignored the party, hanging out in the small basement, alone, just a small lamp on for light.

“I heard someone descend the stairs and looked to see that it was Nessa. She paused when she saw me, frowned, said something like, 'oh... it's you... you gonna trip me again?' I was nervous, apologized again, but she surprised me by plopping down on the couch next to me and letting out her breath.

“Nessa finally spoke, said, 'what are you doing down here... the party's up there.'”

I told her I wasn't feeling like being around a lot of people so I was taking a break, sitting by myself. She said, “so, you want me to leave, then?'” I told her 'no,' that I was just feeling a bit overwhelmed. I think she started to pity me a bit, the way she looked at me.

“But she started talking to me, asked if I liked some music, and soon she found an old cassette deck and put in a mix tape she'd brought that included songs by the Sex Pistols. I dug the music and we listened quietly for a while.

“She had sat closer and closer to me, though I didn't know it at first, but at some point I knew her leg was touching mine. I should have been more nervous, but something about Nessa was sorta calming, despite her punk look. She told me that she wasn't feeling like being around other people either, and she was glad to have some quieter time to talk to me. We connected, in some way, two people who didn't fit in above found ourselves kissing pretty soon. I don't remember if she asked or I asked, I don't think so. I just remember leaning into her and kissing her lips and not being pushed away.

“I recall thinking that it felt great kissing her, and as her hands slid down my pants, I realized I was about to have sex for the first time. Instinctively, I pushed up her skirt and found that she wore no panties. She was shaved completely, bald down there, and I remember smelling her, noticing that her pussy looked wet. I'd never seen a woman's body like that before, so I didn't really know much about what I was doing.

“Nessa was practiced, and I'm pretty sure she had had sex before, probably a lot. She pulled me to her, took my cock in her hand and stroked it until I was hard. Nessa laid back, spread her legs, and guided me into her body. I never thought about a condom, not that I had one. I slipped inside her and held still a moment. It was an amazing feeling. I remember thinking her pussy was so hot and soft. Not like my hand at all.

“Her lips parted and she moaned and ever since that moment, I knew I loved that sound. I pushed in, buried in her vagina. I don't think I lasted long at all, and I don't remember if she orgasmed. But I pumped into her a moment before I lost control and shot my cum into Nessa's pussy. She moaned, pulled me against her as I came, locked her legs around my thighs while I emptied myself.

“Then she kissed me again, and I think for the first time, actually smiled. The rest was a bit of a blur. I sat back, covered myself. I remember her pushing down her skirt and sitting quietly a moment, then kissing my cheek and as far as I know, she left the party. I just sat there until a couple of teens came down and I knew they were also looking for a place to screw, so I left and caught a ride with a friend home.”

The girls were smiling, aroused, hands touching each other, aromas of excitement filling the cabin. Bailey said, “you never told me that story before. Kinda sounds hot.”

“Yeah, it was. I mean, it was hot. Felt good. Kinda over quick and I felt a bit ashamed for some reason. Guilty, I guess. I didn't know anything, didn't even know to make sure she orgasmed.”

Bailey asked, “ever see her again?”

“Yes, yeah. I dated Nessa for a while, actually, a year later. I got a little experience with a couple of other girls, so I think I was better the next time we got together. I actually kept in touch with her for several years after she went off to college, and until I met Kate, she was probably the best lover and friend I'd had.”

Bailey's hands were caressing Amy's taut boobs, had the fifteen-year old panting and slowly touching her own pussy. I wanted to jump in but I heard people stirring outside and I knew that Hona would want to get moving soon. I leaned over the bed, kissed both teens, said, “you two enjoy the morning, ok? I need to head out with Hona, but have fun, then get moving yourselves.”

They nodded and smiled, and as I slipped out of the cabin I saw Amy turn and embrace Bailey, kissing her neck and bringing a soft sigh to my young wife's lips. It was very hard to walk away at that moment, but I had things to do that day, and light was already warming the sky to the East.

Before I could get off the deck, Bailey came out, said, “Kal, one sec.”

I paused and waited for her to speak. “I realized something last night and I want you to know it, because... well, because I want it for me too...”

“Ok...”

“You don't need to ask me... about... being with the others, you know... say... if Manu... wants you... again... do you think that's right? Cause... cause... I kinda hope Hakee will hug me again... and... I want to do more with her... you know...”

“Ok...” I thought a moment, tried to consider whether I was really that accepting of her sexuality. I suppose, in a way, I'd never really considered that Bailey might be the one to seek out sexual relations with others, but I guessed I shouldn't have been too surprised. I wondered briefly if that included Tok and had to acknowledge that it did. “I think... I think that is ok, yes. Just that we always agree to tell each other, ok? Always tell each other so there are no surprises... But... yes, I think that is ok...”

She kissed me, said, “thanks, Hon... I just didn't want to, you know... have a chance to be with Hakee and... worry that you might not be ok with me doing it without talking to you first...”

“Got your eye on anyone else...?”

Bailey thought a moment, pursed her lips, “Umm... no, not really. I mean... I was serious when I said I wanted to love everyone, to make everyone feel loved and good and wonderful... but specifically? No, really just Hakee...”

“Ok... because I'm sure at some point or another, Tok will be interested in you, and... I dunno, let's talk about that first, ok? That would be a different aspect that we've not dealt with before. Fair is fair, of course, never would say otherwise, let's just... talk that one through... if it happens, ok?”

She smiled, said, “yes. I dunno. I suppose I've looked, and... yeah... I would probably like that... at some point... not right now, I think.. Right now... oh, jeez, Amy's in there with a wet pussy... I should go taste it...” Bailey's smile was wonderful as she kissed my hand and slid back into the cabin. It was a lot to take in, but it was surprisingly easy. Bailey had a very mature way of looking at things, and she was past the point where I was the one making all the suggestions in our relationship. As I climbed down the ladder, I thought again about how much I loved her and loved that she was so open to considering options in our relationship that include others.

Most of the campers were settled around the fire. Tok had insisted on walking himself down to the surf and fishing before dawn, had pulled in several small flounders and a couple fatter green and silver fish. Hakee was still sleeping, as were the younger ones, but Gale and Manu greeted me with hugs, and Keekah embraced me as I leaned to her and kissed her long and deep.

Gale eyed the boat, asked, “those two coming down or should we hold off on spooning out their share?”

I smiled in a way that Gale picked up immediately, said, “they'll be down in a bit, I think... they woke a bit randy this morning...”

She nodded and grinned, handed me a bowl of fish soup and a handful of purple nuts.

“Can you come with us this morning? I could use a translator to talk to Hona about the water project.”

“Sure, I'd planned on it. Tok's going to fish all day, he says. Last night... well, I'll tell you about last night, later,” she smiled and retook her seat.

Manu, Hakee, and Poln were going to handle water duties that morning. When Bailey and Amy climbed down, Gale asked them to take Mie and gather what she said was a huge crop of mushrooms that had sprung up on the rotting logs near the swampy area to our north. I could see juices running down the teens' thighs as they agreed, held hands, and walked down to the water to urinate, void their bowels, and clean up.

I packed a bag with water, dried meat and bananas, along with a few tools that might come in handy. Hona had collected the yellow leaves and handed me some to chew. I put on a tight pair of jeans and a long-sleeve shirt to protect me in the woods, Hona and Gale similarly clothed, and the three of us headed off to the West toward the stream.

Gale and I chatted about the bug comic books that Poln and Amy had started. She said, “that's a pretty cool idea, really. I know Poln was excited to talk to me about it yesterday. Whose idea was that?”

“Amy's. Poln told us that he liked bugs and reading and comic books, and she suggested that she could help him draw a comic book about good bugs and bad bugs, and he lit up like a lightning bolt at the idea.”

“Wonderful. He's a smart kid. Maybe a bit shy when he doesn't know you, but he's smart. Mie, too. Really smart.”

“I've yet to have a chance to really get to know either, just had that day fishing with Poln. I haven't spoken to Mie, how's her English?”

“Better than Poln's, actually, she just doesn't use it. Not really sure why. Manu's working with her to try to break that habit, get her better integrated into the camp. I think she will come around.” We passed into woods. I realized that Hona didn't do the sniffing test that Keekah had done with Bailey and me, and I wondered where the girl had gotten that trick. The bugs weren't terrible yet, and they mostly left us alone as we chewed our leaves and headed up the little stream.

Gale and Hona spoke a while as we walked and I let my mind wander a bit, thinking of Bailey, and Amy, Keekah too. I couldn't help but watch Gale's ass swish in her jeans, admiring the woman's nice curves. Hona's backside was much larger, covered in her native fabrics, her ass cheeks jiggled and swayed with her hips. It was a delicious view that I enjoyed for several moments.

They grew quiet and Gale drifted back to me, took my hand, smiled, said, “just missed you, some, you know.”

I smiled and kissed her. We were quiet a moment as we made the part of the stream that took an Eastern turn. I told Gale, “listen, something I wanted to tell you cause... well, I was a bit uncomfortable, even after what you'd told me about it...”

She raised her eyebrows but said nothing. I continued. “The other day, Amy and Poln worked on their comic book and fell asleep on the bed. When I came in, Amy woke and headed out, Poln slept while I napped. When I woke up... uh... he was playing with himself. Not just touching, really stroking it.”

“Did he cum?”

“Gale!”

She laughed, “sorry, I guess I'm a perv for going there. OK... well, I'm sure I don't have to tell you it's pretty normal for boys, and most girls, to do that.”

“I know, I know. I just... well, I was uncomfortable. He didn't know I had woken, and he kept going for longer than you might think. I just pretended to sleep until he was finished. And, no, I don't think he orgasmed or ejaculated.”

“The Hahonokoans are very accepting of that. I'd be surprised if someone in his family or close friends hadn't helped him learn, maybe even Manu, or Hakee, I don't know. From what Tok's told me, I'm surprised we haven't seen him doing it openly in front of everyone. It isn't exactly encouraged, but certainly not discouraged either. Just a normal thing, something everyone should be good at, and the first step in learning to be a good lover, they say, is learning to please yourself.”

“I see. Like I said, not judging, I know it's ok, and I'm sure when I was his age, I was doing the same thing. But... never in front of someone else, and definitely not alone in a room with someone, another man.”

“No bisexual side to you, Kal?”

I thought a moment. “Never really gave it a thought, so I guess not. Not opposed, if that's someone's preference. Just never had that myself. Though... I have to admit to you, Gale. After he left, after he jerked off and didn't cum, I was pretty hard. I guess it did turn me on a bit.”

“Also seems pretty natural to me. Being around someone being pleasured, no matter who they are, is a big turn on to me. I suppose that's the same with you. He was feeling good, and you responded to that. By the way, I hate labels like 'gay' and 'bisexual.' I think they don't really capture the ways in which most people feel attracted to others. A guy might be straight but find one particular other man attractive. Is he gay? Bisexual? I don't think that does it. I'm just 'sexual.' I like all sexes and variations, and I don't want to be put into a category that doesn't really fit me.”

“Love that about you. I've never been able to put you in a category, sexual or otherwise. You have a variety of views and skills and qualities that make you unique. Like talking to me about... Poln... I can't imagine having this conversation with Bailey, despite how open and close we are now. You... I knew you'd understand, and that's one of the many reasons I love you, Gale.”

She kissed me again and we held hands as we made our way up to the low ridge where the water trickled through. Hona started talking about her plans, and Gale told me, “see how the water flow here is fairly strong, but half of it is lost before it passes into the stream below?” I could see what Hona meant. Flowing down the small rise, the stream broke into a broader area where it collected in a small pool before dropping down and becoming the flow that worked toward the beach. Much of the water seemed to soak to the East and as we walked along, I could see that a good deal of the swampy area was due to the stream water from the pool. There was much more fresh water than I'd noticed before, and Hona was correct that much of it was lost to us as it soaked into the swamp.

Hona further explained through Gale, “I want to try two things. One is to block most of the water that runs out to the East and into the swamp. We can use logs and filler to create a bulkhead that will force more of the water into our stream. If that works, we will see the swamp become drier over time. If that works, the second thing is to create a new channel just below where the stream forms below the ridge, just a test to see if we can make it flow a hundred yards. Not all of it, just a fork, no more than is already lost to the swamp.”

I nodded along, began to understand her vision. It made sense. If we could stop the water from soaking into the swamp, we'd have more flow available from which to test without risking our existing capacity. She further explained the soil conditions, that she'd found a couple of paths that seemed to hold more solid soil around the swamp.

Two piglets shot out beyond us and splashed through the edges of the wet ground. They never paused and within seconds were lost to the East. It was good to see them returning, and from Keekah's earlier observations, it seemed the population was again thriving.

We sat and sipped water a moment and I had the urge to piss. I looked around for a good spot, not wanting to pee into our water supply. I moved off a hundred yards to the West, beyond the stream, and pulled my penis from my jeans. Gale's hand slid across my ass, and I saw that Hona had joined us just as my stream began to flow.

Both women watched me pee, smiles on their faces. My flow ran strong then weakened, trickled, and I shook it before starting to tuck my cock back in my pants. Hona slid over, dropped to her knees, and took me into her mouth, using her lips and tongue to clean me. She started sucking, and my groan encouraged her to go on. Gale watched as Hona's mouth moved up and down my shaft, and I saw her slide a hand into her pants, moving it slowly.

Hona was an excellent cocksucker. She had my flesh tingling, excited, her warm lips using just the right force, sliding easily and it was obvious she took pleasure in having my penis in her mouth. Gale pulled down her pants and squatted, pissed beside us while her fingers danced across her clit. Hona watched out of the corner of her eyes, and when Gale's flows stopped, Hona pushed Gale to lean against the low rise behind her, and started to lick the woman's pussy clean.

Gale moaned and leaned back, spreading her thighs, letting Hona lap her sweaty vulva. I stroked my cock while the women purred and moaned, admired Hona's large ass filling out her native pants. I dropped down and ran my hands between her legs. She looked back at me smiling, her lips and chin wet, then turned back to Gale's pussy and had her moaning louder.

I moved my fingers into Hona's crack, could feel sweaty fabric pressing against my hand, felt the heat from her sex radiating strongly. I could smell her even with clothes on. Her warm, musky scent was strong, and I soon peeled down her pants and pushed them to her knees.

I knelt and caressed her big butt cheeks. They were soft, round, almost covered the view of her crack. I squeezed them, parted them, saw clearly for the first time Hona's moist, hairy slit. Big, dark labia protruded between her thighs. Her hair was thick, ran up through her ass and beyond her tight, dark anus. I sniffed her, inhaled her rich, feminine odors, let my tongue run down and up her meaty pussy.

Hona moaned into Gales cunt, and the older woman orgasmed on her face, holding Hona's head as she rocked and humped against her. I licked Hona's pussy, teased her large, swollen clit, parted her labia and savored the thick, creamy discharge that had collected in her vagina. Gale sank down and kissed Hona, my face between the dark-skinned woman's wonderful big butt cheeks. I drank in her juices, felt her shudder with each movement of my tongue. I swirled around her clit, sucked it in, licked up and down her hairy, fleshy, sweaty sex.

I pulled up, moved against her ass, put the tip of my cock against her labia, and pushed in. I sank into Hona's cunt. She wasn't tight, but her pussy was very hot and slick. Her thighs hugged the base of my penis as I slid in. I wasn't able to penetrate her as deeply as my teen lovers, or Gale, but the sensation was fantastic. I groaned my pleasure as I started to fuck the woman as deep as I could.

She humped back against me, Gale's hands under her shirt, caressing her tits. In and out I worked my cock, felt myself swell inside her. I knew I'd soon cum and I wondered if Bailey would have allowed me to shoot my load into Hona, knowing the woman was likely fertile.

I fought with myself and felt my cum back off, sink back down my shaft. I didn't want to break my promise to Bailey and I managed to enjoy stroking myself in and out of Hona before finally pulling back to catch my breath.

Gale slid around and took my cock in her mouth, sucking Hona's rich juices from my penis. Hona squatted down next to us, her fingers playing in her pussy. Gale mewled as she sucked me and soon I felt my cum rising again. Hona orgasmed strongly. I watched her pussy squirt three, four times, ejaculate firing out onto the ground. She trembled and collapsed back, sat against the ridgeline as Gale sucked my cock.

Gale seemed to sense my growing urge to cum and stood, turned, offered my my choice of her holes. I knew it was ok to cum in Gale's pussy, so I slid my tingling cock into her slippery vagina and started stroking her. She was leaned over Hona, braced against the earthen wall. The dark-skinned woman pulled up Gale's shirt and sucked on her nipples.

My cock quickly churned Gale's juices into a froth, whitish cream catching in our pubes and sliding down her thighs. She cried out and climaxed again, her cunt spasming, her hips slamming back against me. I fucked her hard, banged her, pounded her wonderful pussy. I had a strong grip on Gale's waist as I threw myself against her, slammed her, drove myself deep into the woman's vagina.

I spasmed, shuddered, cried out, and ejaculated into Gale. My sperm fired out, splashing inside her. She moaned as I came, I knew she felt my thick load filling her pussy, my cock spurting wildly in her velvety snatch. Jism slid down my shaft as my spurts weakened and slowed to a drool, cum running quickly down Gale's legs.

Hona saw the cream and slid down under Gale as I pulled out. Hona licked up the mess and smiled at me as she took my penis inside her mouth once more, cleaning my cum and Gale's from my flesh. Gale's hairy pussy gaped, dark red and lovely, globs of my semen held in the opening. She shuddered and turned, sank down on her knees, and shared my cock with Hona for a moment.

Gale smiled up at me, said, “damn... been missing that... fuck I love you cumming in me...” Hona was sweaty, flushed, as much as her dark-skin could flush, anyway. She looked very pleased, said something to Gale, which the woman translated, “she said that you felt good inside her. She has not known that pleasure since her husband was lost. She hopes you will give her such pleasure again soon.”

I kissed both women deeply, let my hands massage and caress their breasts. The difference in their bodies was dramatic. Gale's thin, measured, light-tan frame contrasted strongly with Hona's shorter, thicker, dark-skinned body. I loved the difference and felt very lucky to have experienced both women intimately.

We started to get cleaned up, pulling pants up and wiping ourselves on towels. Hona sank down first, pissing strongly on the ground. I watched her urine flow from her dark, hairy cunt, drops of pee catching in her pubes. When she finished, I dropped down and licked up her mess, cleaned her urine from her labia and quickly had her shuddering into another orgasm. She came on my tongue, squeezed my head between her thick thighs. I tasted her strong discharge again, let the thick cream slide over my tongue and down my throat.

I kissed her again, let her taste her urine and her cum in my mouth. She moaned and grinned, her eyes light and her smile both aroused and satisfied. I wiped her with a towel and soon we were moving off to the East, exploring the proposed paths of the new water channel.

The ground looked solid. It was island soil, to be sure, and nowhere near as rich and firm as we found to the North, on the higher ridge, where the garden had been planted. But it was decent, more firm than the nearby swamp. I voiced my concerns about contamination from the stagnant swamp water.

Hona acknowledged the concern, suggested that her test might be the best way to find out what we needed to know. The best path was closest to the swamp in the first hundred yards, and again a few hundred yards further, then broke away to the South and moved through a thicker, drier part of the woods.

She described to me how the new channel would be controlled. We'd dig a couple of feet for the flow, attempting to keep the depth constant so that the very slight downhill slope to the beach would let gravity pull it the entire way. We'd line it thickly with dense wood and pack it with small stones.

Where we create the fork, she told me, there would be a gate with an adjustable diverter. If the new channel became contaminated or otherwise failed, we could quickly switch the flow back to the original creek.

She said we'd want to regularly let the original channel flow to keep it clean and maintain the bed in a packed and stable condition.

We stopped halfway back to the camp to eat our lunch and we discussed Hona's thoughts on being on the island. Through Gale, she said, “I still worry, a lot, about the bugs, the angry men who killed us. I worry the will come here, too. What then?”

I shrugged, said, “I don't know. There's no way to leave anymore, I noticed this morning that the boat was mostly underwater out to the South. We were about out of fuel anyway, just a gallon or so left in the camp boat. If men come, we fight them if we must.

“If the bugs come... we try to hide. Keekah lived in a cave off to the Northeast from here, up the stream some distance. It wasn't large enough for all of us, but there might be another one further down, closer to the coast. Keekah told me she thought she saw one. It's harder to reach, she said, so she never got over to it. A cave would probably be our only hope, but... that wouldn't work long, I think. I hope we never find out...”

Hona replied, “yes... I know. But I worry and wish I would not. But... yes, this place is wonderful, really, and so far, I am in love with it, and you all. You have been so good to us all.” She eyed where my cock rested inside my pants and her smile returned.