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 head was thick from the poor night of sleep. The sun was well up in the sky, and I was alone when I finally crawled out of bed. Only Keekah and Tok were in camp, the others scattered on catching up chores. I was miserable, and I gave in to the temptation of the coke again before I rushed awake and went down to the shore where the brown-skinned Hahonokoans were fishing and crabbing.

I sat quietly a moment, Keekah's eyes watching mine. I knew she saw I was not well, despite the rushing euphoria of the cocaine, and I couldn't bring myself to smile at her.

The situation with Hakee had drained me emotionally. It seemed like such a simple thing, but I'd forgotten a fundamental part of making polyamorous relationships work, and that was consent of everyone involved whenever a new relationship was on the table. I'd left out Amy, and she'd reacted in a way that was reasonable and predictable. I knew better, but once more, I'd taken advantage of a situation and failed to respect her new role in my life.

Keekah nudged closer and put an arm around my shoulders, sat quietly beside me. It felt good, just a simple thing, really, to have her hold me. Tok pulled in a fish and said something, then set off with his cane toward the fire.

Keekah laid her head on my shoulder, finally said, “what bother you, Kowl? Why no smile?”

The rush of the cocaine and the sudden closeness of her warmth had me spilling out my feelings, telling Keekah why I felt so bad, how I hated to hurt Hakee and make her feel more lonely than she was before.

She was quiet a while before she said anything. Finally, “Hakee know you love them, not her. Love us. She know. She wait. She ok today. She ok. Hona hold her last night. Kiss her. Make her feel love. Hakee love you, yes. She love you, I know. You easy for love, Kowl. Yes, easy for love.”

I said nothing and wondered how to make things right.

“Make Hakee flowers cake. Flowers cake. Yes. That help.”

“Flowers cake?”

“Yes. Make cake like she make. Put flowers on it. It mean sorry. It mean you want her friendship. Want... um.. want... make peace. My village, tradition. She be happy. It mean a lot if you make her flowers cake.”

“Flowers cake... Ok. I'll do that. I'll do that.” I kissed her and wrapped my arms around my beautiful young mocha-skinned lover. “Flowers cake. Show me how?”

“Yes. She gone till evening with Bailey, Amy, looking West... uh... past old camp. In woods.” She handed me Tok's fishing pole, said, “here. Catch fish. Then we make cake.”

So Keekah and I spent hours on the shore, pulling in a nice mess of fish and crabs. Tok worked on making traps for the rats, and started pulling out some of the longer pieces of hardwoods we'd brought back from clearing the tree garden. When Keekah saw that, she smiled, said, “for baby. We have another need shelter soon. He will build new shelter for baby and us, he say.”

I eyed the man as he worked, his knee better but still a bit weak and bruised. I wondered at his love for us and how I wished to know him better than our language barrier allowed.

Keekah and I cleaned our catch then she showed me how to make the cake. It was simple, took a few handfuls of the flour, water, cinnamon, a few pinches of salt, a scoop of sugar, and some oil from the coconuts. We fried it in a pan and after flipping it, placed on top the blue and scarlet flower petals we'd picked in the tree line.

There was no hiding anything in a group so small. Everyone was aware of what had happened with Hakee and me, and so I made no effort to pass the cake to her secretly. I talked to Bailey and Amy when they returned from their trip exploring the woods to the West, let them know what Keekah had suggested. They both liked the gesture and appreciated the humility. Once Hakee had cleaned up for supper and headed toward the fire, I approached her slowly, cake in hand.

She saw what I offered and stopped a moment, stared at it, then offered me a small smile in return. Hakee's stiff form softened. She took the cake, turned it around in her hand. She broke off a small piece and offered it to me. I looked at Keekah who smiled, then accepted it. I held it a moment, wondering if I should eat it. Hakee nodded toward the piece of cake in my hand, then took one for herself.

We both ate our cake together, standing a couple of feet apart. I tried hard not to be aroused by the way her nipples stiffened, how her skin looked so warm and soft. I chewed and swallowed, unsure what to do next. Keekah was beside me then, said, “Hakee eat cake. She accept you. Peace. She ok. This good nice friendship.”

Hakee smiled softly then and I saw in her face that she was really ok. She nodded lightly toward me and started to offer pieces of cake to everyone. We shared that moment which lasted only a minute or two, but the simple exchange of cake and forgiveness did wonders for my mood.

I watched as Hakee began to gather the same ingredients I had earlier. She picked flowers and made a fried cake. I assumed she was returning the peace gesture I'd offered her. Instead, when the cake was complete, she offered the first bite to Amy. The half-Asian teen didn't hesitate and chewed the bite quickly. Hakee spoke, and Keekah told us, “she offers apology. Understands, is ok with this. She wishes no hurt to you.” Hakee offered cake to Bailey and Keekah as well, completing a kind moment as she offered an apology to each of the others.

She had nothing to apologize for, but I knew it would go far to ensure peace between all four teens.

Around the fire, we consumed a supper of hare, grilled mushrooms, and a soup of onions, squash, and more mushrooms. Hakee laughed with Keekah and their mother, even smiled in my direction. It was a friendly look, not one of attraction or anger. It felt comfortable, and I decided I could live with that result.

The teens had spent several hours that day wandering through a part of the woods that we'd never explored previously. West of the camp were dense, thick trees, and we'd never had cause to go there. Bailey explained what they'd found.

The remains of a stone structure was obvious not too far from the beach. Large, strong stones were arranged in a large circle, set into the ground, only partially sticking up. Bailey found evidence of a floor, of sorts, when she dug down a foot or so, where more stones were laid more or less levelly below. It wasn't large, perhaps ten feet in diameter, but the way she described it, and the sketches they'd made suggested a very primitive building might have been there once.

They found another one nearby, and a third as well. Bailey pulled out her sack and showed us polished, treated bones that may have once been ornamental for all I knew. A handful of silvery-blue stones and three small bone needles were also found. The artifacts clearly proved that someone had lived on the island long before Gale and probably before whoever built the shack on the North ridge.

I wondered at the finds. It was amazing to discover so much that we'd missed over the months. Food and water had driven us into many places on the island, but the large West end of our stretch of beach had never been one of them. Even Keekah said she'd never ventured there.

They'd found dense woods around the old settlement and brought back an assortment of berries and ripe fruits I didn't know for the group to examine. Manu practically slapped one away, a small round yellow-purple berry that she said was poisonous. Two others she sampled quickly and declared them edible, those being a dark-red cluster berry, much like a raspberry, and another that reminded me of black currants.

The non-berry fruits looked like a red pear. Tok knew it and smiled broadly as he cut it into thin chunks and set it in the pan coated from oil from where Hakee and I made flowers cakes. He let it steam and bubble a few moments before pulling it from the fire and offering pieces to us.

It was incredible, tasted like a warm apple, sweet and pleasantly grainy.

Amy said they'd found the berries available in several places, and there were at least six trees that bore the red pears. They all seemed to be in season, so Amy wanted to lead a trip the next day to collect as much as possible.

Bailey suggested we also explore the area on the North ridge, to the East. It was another area we'd largely ignored, though Keekah had moved through some of it before we met her. Even though we'd thought to take it easy for a day or so after our hard labor on the tree garden, we rarely came upon bounties such as was held to the West, and we determined to scour the last unknown area for similar finds.

I wanted to go with Bailey and scout to the North. We still had yet to find a stone useable for Keekah's birthday gift, and the day was drawing close. Her birthday was on May 8th, and it was already the 5th. Manu would need time to polish it, and if we didn't find it soon, it wouldn't happen.

Tok stirred his island wine fermenting in the large container, declared it still had days before it was ready, then broke out the vanilla rum and passed the bottle around. Everyone but Bailey took a swig and we enjoyed the rest of the cool, clear night as a family, healed, at least for the time, of the harm I'd introduced.

I wandered down to the water to piss and was joined by Bailey and Amy who walked with Keekah. I supported Keekah while she let go, Amy and Bailey squatting and urinating beside us. I went down the line and cleaned each one before letting lose my stream. Keekah giggled and ran her hand through my urine, laughing at how it splashed against her hand. The other two just watched and laughed, then the three of them dropped down and took turns cleaning my cock.

It was more than just cleaning. Amy sucked me for a moment before passing me to Bailey, who took me into her mouth. They helped Keekah move low enough to do the same, and I was lost in the pleasure of having three beautiful teens sharing my cock.

Amy grinned at me, said, “after we get the camp in order, shall we go have some fun?”

Before I could answer, Bailey said, “yes, please. All four of us...”

I chuckled at my horny women as we worked our way back to the camp and finished up chores.

In the cabin, I laid Bailey on the bed next to Keekah and started kissing her. Amy fell between Keekah's legs and immediately started licking the brown-skinned girl's pussy. I was soon doing the same between Bailey's thighs, the room filled with the aromas of wet pussies and the moans and sighs of two young women being pleasured.

Teens were orgasming all around me. It really was an overwhelming experience. I'd fall into a trance of sorts, licking Bailey's creamy discharge, fingering her tight pink pussy, feeling her tense and inhaling as she grew wet and aroused, her pregnant cunt not yet swelling to show her condition. Amy would moan and then Keekah orgasmed. Soon, the two were in a 69, lapping each other's beautiful young cunts. Bailey orgasmed and then leaned over to lick Amy's juices from Keekah's mouth and tongue.

I slipped myself inside Bailey, pushed into her tight little hole and picked up a rhythm that had us rutting as hands ran over our bodies. I pulled out so Amy could taste Bailey's pussy on my cock, then slid back inside. Bailey tensed and came again as I fucked her and Amy circled her hard, straining clit.

Keekah lay beside us, her fingers dancing through her own hairy dark snatch, occasionally pulling her hand to her face, sniffing and licking herself. I pulled out of Bailey's cunt, her creamy juices streaking my shaft, then slipped inside Keekah, careful to keep her injured leg in mind as I penetrated her tight fourteen-year old hole.

She was hot, slick, very horny, and quickly orgasmed as my penis slid in and out of her body. My young lover's body shuddered as she came, her wonderful cries silenced when Amy leaned in to kiss her.

I slipped out of Keekah and pushed Amy onto her back, licking her dark labia a moment, savoring her pungent, salty-sweet cream before penetrating her with my hard, slippery cock. I fucked her as hands moved over me, over Amy. Sometimes I knew who was touching us and where, but I lost myself in the way Amy's body moved under mine. Her movements were intense, focused, different than the way Bailey or Keekah responded to my thrusts. I loved them all, and each of the teens made me want to cum inside every time I fucked them.

I felt myself drawing up, throbbing, throbbing, swelling in Amy's fifteen-year old vagina. I pushed Bailey back down and as I felt myself get close, I pulled out of Amy and slipped into Bailey's young, pregnant pussy. I knew I was about to fill her, my baby growing in her belly. I pumped, pumped, felt a hand slide over my ass and tickle my anus. I strained, swelled in Bailey's young cunt, pumped, pumped, held deep inside her, and ejaculated my seed in the thirteen-year old. My cum splashed her insides, she groaned, her cunt tightening, milking my cock, milking it, willing me to give her all my jism.

I did and lay spent on top of her, the sounds of the other girls soft and wonderful as they kissed and caressed each other. I kissed Bailey, let my hands idly slip down her sides, over her thighs, finally pulling my softening cock from her and flopping to the side.

Amy knelt down and lapped at the creampie. The Asian girl's tongue licked up and down, sucking my cum from Bailey's vagina, cleaning her and mewling as she swallowed the sticky warm jism.

To say I felt better that night than I had to start the day would be an understatement. I still had some pangs of guilt about Hakee, and admittedly, pangs of lust for her. I couldn't help it. I loved Bailey, Amy, and Keekah, Gale too. I wanted to love Hakee, to show her that attention. I know it was selfish, but it felt good to give that love, that kindness, that attention. To make her cum, to let her enjoy intimate touches that she so clearly craved. I wanted that for her, and for me as well.

But those thoughts slid slowly out of mind as I cuddled with my pregnant wife and our wonderful young lovers. I smiled as I began to drift and let the cloudy satisfaction in my mind become the seeds of powerful, intimate dreams.