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

It was difficult work. We had a few tools at our disposal but none of them would have been a match for even the most basic landscaping machine. We cleared a border around a rectangle about two acres total. There were thirteen mature trees to be taken out, but first, we had to clear all the immature ones, plus all the rocks, bushes, vines, ferns, shrubs, and other low-rising foliage that blocked the soil. We only got part of it done that first day, and it looked like it would take many more days than first estimated.

But it had to be done, and together the seven of us worked hard, took breaks as needed, and even sang a song or two in different languages. Amy and Bailey found time to talk quietly and share small kisses and smiles. I had no chance to find out what was said, but they seemed to be bonding over Amy's first time with me, and from the looks each teen gave me, they were finding out they were handling the new feelings with maturity and compersion.

It was a tired group that shambled back to camp as the sun sat low to the West. The fire was roaring, Tok stirring a pot of something that steamed and smelled excellent. Volumes of fish were once more smoking over the flames, and Keekah was preparing a mix of several collected fruits and nuts into a mash which she fried in oil from the coconuts.

We cleaned up, Amy and Bailey laughing and playing in the surf, making a point to slide their bodies past me as we soaked. I was raw, sore, but grew hard anyway as each soft butt settled a moment against me before scooting away again.

I was very weary by the time I sat around the fire and ate Tok's spicy fish stew. It was flavored with hot peppers and coconuts, almost a curry of sorts. Delicious and filling. Keekah served us her fried coconut and banana-fruit mash, a thick sweet treat that made us all wish there were seconds.

Bailey helped Keekah to bed while the others began to clean up and turn in. Mie was feeling a bit better that night and had eaten a little, but she was yawning wide by the time Manu led her to the shelter.

Amy and I sat alone a long time beside the smoldering fire. I put it to bed, left the coals to stay warm for the morning, tried to stop from falling asleep while I sat. Amy sat on my lap, leaned back, kissed me.

I whispered to her, “so... what are you thinking?”

“How lucky I am... to have you... and Bailey... Last night... Oh, last night, Kal... was more than I dreamed it would be. So nice, so wonderful...”

“I know. I was there.” She laughed lightly, I continued, “it only gets better, Sweetie. The more we get to know each other, the more we share and play... it only gets better...”

She shivered and I wrapped my arms around her body, felt her chilled skin slowly warm. I felt her pubes scratching my thigh, and though I was turned on, my cock was too sore to rise this time. I whispered, “would you like me to lick you again when we go to bed?”

“Yes... and fuck me again...”

“I'd love to... but... I'm pretty raw from last night... you are so tight. So tight. I think my penis needs a night off, unfortunately. But my tongue is fine... and I think maybe Bailey's tongue is fine, too.”

She purred and before long Bailey emerged from the shelter and made her way to us. Amy slid to one leg and gave Bailey room to sit on my other. The two wrapped arms around each other's shoulders and kissed as I held their waists.

“So we were just talking, Bailey. Seems Amy has an itch that only our tongues can scratch. Care to help me?”

Bailey smiled and nodded, said, “I'd like that a lot, in fact. Shall we?”

We climbed quickly into bed in the cabin, Amy between us, arms and legs, lips and tongues, moving over her skin. I was sore in more places than just my cock. It had been a very long day clearing the field, and I groaned audibly as I tried to keep from cramping.

Bailey noticed and rubbed my shoulder with one hand while she slipped another across Amy's breasts. I knew that she and Amy had to be sore as well, but the intimate urges we shared overwhelmed our desires for rest and sleep, at least for a while.

Bailey slid down and parted Amy's thighs, looked up at us, said softly, “soon, I want to watch you slide inside here... Amy, you're so wet... I want to watch Kal inside you...” With that, she lowered her head and started eating Amy's sweet little pussy, lapping quickly against the dark labia she found there.

I kissed and caressed Amy, felt her moaning in my mouth, shudders small and large shook her body as Bailey's excellent tongue quickly brought her to orgasm. Amy clawed my shoulders as she came, held me tight as her body rocked around Bailey's head.

Bailey continued to lick her until Amy's hand shot down and held the thirteen-year old's head still a moment while Amy caught her breath. She finally said, “ok... I guess I should admit I'm sore, too... It feels great... but too much right now... too much...”

Bailey grinned, Amy's pussy juice wet on her lips, her chin, her cheeks. I pulled my wife to me and licked away Amy's wonderful cream, shared a three-way hug with them briefly before we all fell back and drifted. I held Bailey on one side while Amy crawled against me and held me from behind.

- - -

I woke to the sounds of Bailey being sick. She was on the floor, on her knees, vomiting into a heavy bowl. Amy rose with me and held Bailey's hair while she heaved, the fifteen-year old looking at me with concern. There'd been a new shellfish in Tok's soup the night before, one we hadn't eaten on the island. I felt a bit queasy myself, but wasn't sure if it was the meal or watching Bailey be sick that had my stomach turning over.

Bailey caught her breath and managed a miserable smile, said, “god, that sucks. I hate doing that...”

“Let's get you down to the water and cleaned up. Maybe you should take it easy today, help around the camp.”

“Not if I can help it. I won't leave the rest of you to do my work. I just need to clean up, drink water. I'll be fine.”

Amy shot me another concerned glance and helped Bailey get off the boat and into the water. I cleaned up the bowl and the spots in the cabin where she'd missed. I felt bad for her but didn't know anything to do. I planned to ask Tok about the shellfish as my stomach clenched and for long moments I kept the bowl handy in case I couldn't control it.

The sensation finally passed and I joined the teens in the water. Bailey felt better after cleaning up and letting the surf relax her again. After Amy and Bailey left me to join the fire already blazing, thanks to Hona and Hakee, Gale joined me and gave me a kiss, asked, “Bailey ok?”

“Think she may have reacted to that new shellfish, the dark bluish one Tok threw in last night. I was feeling a little queasy myself this morning, might want to avoid that one in the future.”

Gale nodded, “Yeah, I'll ask him about it. Can't take chances if there's an allergy or toxin. Maybe Bailey should help around camp today...”

“She won't have it. Already suggested it, and she refused to agree.”

“She's getting stubborn. I love it. Just have to keep an eye on her today, make sure she drinks a lot of water.”

“Exactly. I'll stay close to her,” I pointed up to the fire where Amy was siting close to Bailey, talking with her, filling her water cup when it got low, “and I think Amy's going to stay close to her, too.”

Gale smiled, said, “those two have bonded, haven't they? I worried, Kal, when Amy started getting close to you, worried about Bailey. But you and Bailey seem to have worked it out. I've always been amazed by you two. So many things have challenged your relationship, including me! But you always work it out and talk through it, and now, you've welcomed Amy into your lives with the same love that you welcomed me. Amazing.”

She kissed me again and we joined the gathering crew around the fire. Manu spoke up, in English. “Mie bleed. Mie bleed now.”

I looked at Gale who tilted her head. I said, “Bleed? Is she hurt? Where is she?”

“Bleed. From there.” Manu pointed to her pussy and I knew immediately that Mie was having her first period. The girl was eleven and despite her immature features, the lack of boobs or pubic hairs, her body had decided it was time to start menstruating. “She coming now. Signs of woman, yes.”

Mie walked out of the shelter wearing a cloth wrapped around her waist and between her legs. The Hahonokoans broke out in cheers and warm greetings, and she smiled, looked happy that her sudden womanhood had been so acknowledged. Gale told me that Manu would hold a ceremony for her in the days ahead to welcome her as a woman.

'Woman' wasn't exactly the right word for the girl. At eleven, she was younger even than Bailey was when she bled for the first time, and her body even less mature. Mie had neither puffy breasts nor puffy labia to signal her ripening body. But regardless, her menstruation was a time for celebration, not worries, and I knew it would be a moment in her life that she'd remember forever.

As our work crew, including Bailey and Mie, prepared to depart in the early morning sun, Manu joined me and said to me quietly, “Keekah fifteen in ten day. Fifteen, my Keekah! You see Hakee 'man', yes? Stone man?”

I smiled and nodded, remembered watching Keekah and Bailey play with it, wished I'd seen Keekah and her sister enjoying the phallus.

“I need you help. Look stone... uh... look for stone... I shine... make smooth... need find stone...”

Manu wanted to continue the tradition of the stone 'man' for Keekah's upcoming birthday. I smiled again, let her know that I'd try to find something. She grinned and kissed my cheek, lingered just a moment as she looked at my flaccid penis before heading off to fill her day pack.

We set out before the sun had risen very far from the Eastern horizon. We wore our work clothes, and as we walked, I told Gale and the teens about Manu's request. Bailey beamed her smile and was excited by the idea. She'd certainly enjoyed playing with Hakee's phallus, and perhaps even more so watching the sisters use it on each other.

We broke for lunch and rested in the shade. The bugs had not been a serious issue in that area, but we chewed yellow leaves constantly to keep them at bay anyway. We ate dried fish and roasted pig and drank long swallows of cool water.

Gale mentioned that the garden would need attention again in a day or so. She hoped to take Manu and the children with her, thought that the four of them could manage while the rest of us worked the field. I agreed and we got back to clearing the field.

Progress was still too slow for my taste, but we got a lot done. At one point in the early afternoon, Bailey felt dizzy and rested a while, dozing in the shade before rejoining us and saying she felt better. I worried. Gale discussed with Tok the bluish shellfish we'd eaten and he admitted that he had never eaten it before that night. We agreed to avoid it in the future and ensured that Bailey got extra shares of water as we toiled into the evening.

Great piles of foliage had taken shape along the edges of the future tree garden. Gale had us turn it into the soil there to start breaking down to create a nutrient-rich layer for use as needed later.

We made our way back to camp, once more greeted by Tok and Keekah waiting with hot food and big smiles. Tok had crabbed all day and had started to boil the creatures moments before our arrival at sunset. We tore into them with wild abandon, ravenous after our hard day, and the succulent, salty meat was delicious and filled us quickly.

Bailey again felt sick, and Amy helped her down to the water after dinner. I was becoming more concerned as she vomited her dinner into the surf. Manu walked down and checked on her while I helped clean up around the fire, and when she returned, she brought me news that changed my life immediately.

Manu grinned and kissed my cheek, looked at me carefully, kindly.

“She with baby.”