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

We roused ourselves slowly in the early afternoon. Clouds had rolled back in and the sky looked threatening. We watched lightning dance in the skies to our South as the front crawled in our direction. Bailey and I played in the surf a bit, then washed with some of our fresh water reserves. I made yet another effort to open the second metal container, and again, there was no success. Bailey topped off our water supply and gathered several more armloads of fallen branches. I helped her with the task and soon we had a couple of days worth of burnable fuel.

I wanted to head down the western beach again, go further than I had previously, hoping that maybe we'd find some help, but with a storm approaching, we instead hunkered down around our fire and talked, Bailey nestled in my arms.

“Will you tell me about your wife?”

My throat clenched as I'd tried hard not to think about Kate. Despite the amazing comfort I'd enjoyed in my young lover's presence, I still hurt tremendously for my lost wife, shadows of my memories of her painful, raw. I didn't know what had happened to her when the ship went down, and a part of me was already beginning to accept that she was probably dead, along with Nina. I doubted that more than a spare few had survived at all.

“I... Yeah. Her name was Kate. We were married a long time and I loved her very much. Love her very much. I don't know if she's still alive. I lost her when the ship blew up.”

“What did she look like?”

“Red hair, beautiful. Freckles all over her pale skin.” I hugged Bailey tight. “I wish you could have met her, she was a wonderful person...” I teared up.

“I'm sorry, Kal. We can not talk about it.” She held my arms against around her puffy mounds.

“No, it's... It's ok. I guess I need to tell you, it's only fair you know.”

“Did you have kids?”

“No, none. We had a girlfriend with us on the ship, Nina. Oh, Nina...”

“Girlfriend? Like, you're girlfriend?”

“Our girlfriend. See, Kate and I... we were polyamorous. Means we loved more than one person. Nina was our 'triad,' a 'third,' which meant she was committed to us and us to her. Nina lived with us, shared our bed, shared everything with us. She was special, really smart, and we both loved her tremendously.”

Bailey was silent a moment. “I guess when we get off this island, you'll go back to them and I'll go back to my mom. I miss them so much.” It was the preteen's turn to sob.

“Want to tell me about them?”

Bailey nodded against me. “I lived with my mom and sister for the last few years. Dad left when I was young, I barely remember him. Melody always said he was a jerk.”

“Melody's an older sister?”

“Yeah, she's fifteen. She was climbing with me when... I don't think she made it. After the first boom, I saw her... saw her...” Bailey bawled and I held her as tight as I could, stroking her hair and cheek, my own tears joining the preteen's.

“I'm so sorry, Bailey, for everything that's happened to you. Believe me, I wish we could just wake up and find out we'd just had a horrible nightmare. Wish we'd never have seen this goddamned island.”

She sniffled, shifted a bit, stared into the flames. “Yeah, me too. I wouldn't have met you, though, so...”

“Yeah, there's that. I wish it had never happened, but Bailey, I'm so glad we found each other, at least. I can't imagine not having you in my life right now. I feel like we've been together forever, and it's only been a few days. Bailey, I...” I almost said it. “You make me feel very loved, needed. Special.”

Bailey turned and wrapped her arms around me, kissed my lips and nuzzled into my neck. “Don't leave me alone here. Whatever happens, promise you won't leave me.”

“I won't leave you, Bailey, I promise. We'll get off this island together, ok?”

She nodded against me, her tears slowing and sticking in my chest hairs. “Ok.” The girl turned back to the fire and leaned against me once more. “Tell me about Nina, what'd she look like?”

“Nina. Well... Nina was shorter than Kate, younger at 24. Had straight brown hair, different than Kate's curly red. She was a college student, wanted to be an historical archaeologist. Means she wanted to dig around where ancient societies left ruins and find out how they lived. She's the one that set in motion wanting to go on the cruise, she wanted to work in Polynesia.”

Bailey and I watched crabs scuttling along the sand and I made a note to try to catch some later. “And you had sex with her, too?”

“Yes, and Kate did too. We were all very close and shared everything together. They loved each other and me completely. Nina and I and Kate had sex often, it could get pretty wild, like...” I trailed off as I wasn't sure I should go into the details of anal sex and watersports I almost spilled. I saved that for some other time. “Anyway... before you ended up here, what about you? Boyfriends? Girlfriends?”

The breeze had picked up, bringing a chill note to the otherwise warm air. “Nah. I just started liking boys a few months ago.”

“And... you said before that you played with yourself?”

She blushed despite having recently given me her virginity. “Yeah... sometimes. Just by myself.”

My morose attitude was lifting as the clouds grew darker over us, imagining Bailey masturbating brought my mind to a more enjoyable place. “I do too. Play with myself.”

“Even with a wife? And girlfriend?” Birds exploded out of the tree-line and squawked noisily as they scattered East down the beach.

“Sure. Orgasming feels great, right? And, not every time I want to cum is there someone around to join me. So, I take care of things myself.”

Shadows danced across her grinning, youthful face. “Like when you shot on my butt?”

“Well... sort of. That was an accident, my body just had to let that one go. No, I usually watch some porn or read some erotic stories and stroke myself, kinda like when you stroke it.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense. I just touch my... hilt?”

“Clit.”

“Yeah, my clit. Rub it and then, you know, let it go.” Bailey was rocking softly in my arms, her little nipples puffy and tender against my skin.

I was about to make love to the girl again when I felt my bowels clench, and for the first time since I'd landed on the island, I had an urge to move them. “Bailey, I need to go... relieve myself. Wish we had some tissue...”

“You're going to masturbate without me?” She looked at me, seemed almost hurt.

“No, no! I need to go, you know, take a dump.”

She blushed and giggled. “Oh, ok. Me too.”

I pondered where was best to go as we'd yet to set up anything useful. As my bowels churned, I excluded anywhere near camp, of course, as well as anywhere near our fresh water stream. The area of shallow water where I'd found the shellfish was definitely out. I had an idea.

“This may sound strange, but I think the best place to go is out in the water, down that way a good distance.” I pointed East past the second metal container where the water was much deeper and ran away from the beach out into open sea. “I think that's the best way, get down in the water and... and go.”

She laughed, “In the water?”

“Sure. I know... I know... but we can't do it anywhere near here, and I don't want to chance soiling our clam bed. It's deeper out there, should clear it away.”

She shrugged and we strode past the corpses again, neither mentioning the stinking bodies as we gave them a wide berth. Past the silver container we walked and I led the way out into the surf. “We should probably do this one at a time... don't want anything hitting our legs, right?”

“Right!” Bailey giggled and blushed.

“You first?”

“Ok...”

The twelve-year old squatted down, water up to her puffy chest. She focused her eyes on nothing as she sat motionless. Bailey held her breath, let it out, held it again, grunted. “Phew... not used to doing this in front of someone...”

I laughed, pretended to look elsewhere, but I have to admit I wanted to watch her face as she moved her bowels. Dunno why, just felt that urge.

Bailey's face strained, she hunched down a bit. “Finally,” she groaned out, sucking in her breath again. “Oh, that feels weird!” As she defecated, I saw her face brighten with the concentration, the girl's body mostly still and tense.

After a few moments, she exhaled loudly and ran her hand to her butt, wiping her crack in the water. “Wish we had some soap. Ok, all done. Your turn.”

Bailey shuffled out of the water as I moved upstream a bit and sank into the water. Ankle-deep in the surf, I saw the preteen run a hand through her ass crack, slid it over her anus, and bring it to her nose to sniff. She seemed satisfied that she was clean and pretended not to watch as I voided my bowels quickly into the ocean.

After wiping, we started back to camp just as the rain started again. We stopped by the edge of the freshwater stream where it met the surf to wash the saltwater away. The stream was running much stronger now, almost spilling over the rock-lined sides of the small channel. Easily four or five times the flow we'd seem previously, the cool water made for easy cleanup.

I splashed Bailey playfully, and she grinned and splashed me back, rain waning and then started to pick up again. We dashed for the camp and I covered the fire with the metal sheet, placed a second sheet over our pile of firewood. We dripped dry under the tree-line, the leaves and branches not yet covered enough for rainwater to pour through.

I held Bailey in my arms, kissing her neckline. “Well, doesn't look like we're going to get any exploring done today. Want to join me in our 'house?'” 'House' was an extreme exaggeration for the 8x8x8 metal container, but I had started to think of it that way.

We climbed inside and used the towel to dry off as best we could. I held Bailey in my arms, her small, chilled body shivering lightly, goosebumps raised on her smooth flesh. We kissed wetly, her lips joining mine, her tongue swirling and tender. I cupped the preteen's firm little bubble butt and felt my arousal growing, my cock pressing against Bailey's stomach.

My fingers found her nubs, sliding my palm across her puffy chest. The girl shivered and moaned lightly. I ran my hand to her thighs, felt her hairless slit between. She kissed my chest as my finger entered her sex, her channel moist and slick. I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked her sweet, salty juices from them, the young girl's pussy seemingly always wet despite her age.

I touched Bailey's thighs and fingered her again. The rain pounded against the roof of our shelter, and the girl's moans echoed dully in our metal home. I laid her down, one cushion under her head and the other beneath her slender ass. She watched me, open-mouthed and panting, as I parted her thighs and brought my mouth to her crotch. I inhaled the odors of her preteen sex, pheromones heavy and arousing in my nose. Her feminine aroma was light, clean, a touch briny. Amazing and erotic.

I lapped along her thin, hairless slit, the girl's pussy only knowing a man's touch for the first time a couple of days before. She panted and her hips rose as I licked her genitals, her slim body rising and falling as her breathing grew heavy. My tongue slid between her swelling little labia, tasting her most secret place. Her vagina was slowly drooling a whitish cream which tasted of sweet berries and dry wine, warm milk and salted fish. My dick strained and wanted to make contact.

Bailey spread her legs wider as I pulled up to her body, my penis resting along her hairless pussy. The girl writhed, still open-mouthed and panting, sweat forming droplets on her skin. Rain poured down outside as I grabbed Bailey's hips and pushed myself against her.

She cried out so innocently as I slowly penetrated her little hole. Her entrance opened slowly, only just allowing my head inside. I sank carefully into Bailey's vagina, her labia grasping and sliding along my shaft. I kissed her, pushed harder, felt her body arch as my penis touched her cervix.

I withdrew half-way and slid back in, Bailey shuddering beneath me. “Oh... Bailey... Ohh... you feel so wonderful... so hot... oh god... so tight...” She responded by kissing my chest and sucking on my nipple. I sank into her fully and backed out, sank in again. I brought my hand between us, found her little clit, and slid fingers across it as I fucked my twelve-year old lover's cunt.

Bailey cried out, strained, shuddered stronger, clenched her thighs, and orgasmed around my penis. “nnnunnn... nuuuuunnn... nuhhhnnnnn... nuuuhhnnn... oooohhhhh... ohhh...” Her cries were soft, light, an innocent sound so pleasing to hear. Her body trembled as she came. I was rutting in her gently, my cock filling her hole with each thrust.

She wrapped her arms around my neck as my thrusts became stronger, still gentle, still held so tightly inside her vagina. The twelve-year old shuddered and moaned as I fucked her, a light sheen of sweat on her brow, a light sheen of whitish cream along my shaft. She grew slick as her orgasm waned, her cunt flooding with her flavorful natural lubrication. Her young body felt so small under me as I felt my dick swell inside her and knew I was about to blow.

I made my self build slowly, wanting to savor every bit of contact between our bodies when I came. In. Pause. Slide out. Pause. Back in. Over and over I moaned into her hair as I felt the pressure building in my groin. Bailey's thin legs spread wide around my hips, her hairless slit a swollen ring around my penetration. I kissed her forehead, slid in, out, in again. Her body shuddered, she moaned into my chest, and I felt my cock starting to spew.

“oooh... Bailey... ooh, Sweetie... I'm cumming in you... Cumming in your tight little cunny... ohhh.. cumming... cumming in you...” I spasmed, held my penis inside, tight against her cervix, felt my muscles clench, fire racing up my shaft. I writhed on top of the twelve-year old, sperm firing from my cock inside her vagina. I squirted hard, slow, a long, shuddering orgasm that kept my ejaculate flowing like a stream into her body. She felt me cum in her and moaned softly, her goosebumps returning as she trembled.

Euphoria washed through me like an opiate as I emptied myself into Bailey's vagina. My cock slowed and barely leaked semen as I held against the little girl tightly. My body felt warm, tingled, full of passion for my young lover. I felt weary, managed to withdraw my penis, sat back. I watched as my sperm leaked from Bailey's hairless slit, running down her labia and over her tiny anus. I wiped it away with the towel before it scored the cushion.

Bailey closed her legs and caught my eye, her face flushed, panting lightly, her arms reaching for me. I closed the distance, laid on my back, and brought her into my embrace. She trembled and squeezed me tight. “Oh... Kal... oh... oh...” She was awash in post-orgasmic euphoria, same as I.

We shuddered together in our shelter as rain poured down and thunder rolled over the island. Lightning struck somewhere nearby, the horrendous clap frightening us both to our feet. It occurred to me just then what a dangerous shelter we'd chosen, a strike on the metal would probably kill us both. Given that I didn't feel any safer being under the trees in the lightning storm, the only thought I had was to snatch the rubber liners I'd found to the West and put them under us as we stood inside the metal container.

Looking back, I doubt it would have been any protection, but it's what we did to try to calm our nerves. I held Bailey close as we stood naked in our 'house,' rocking gently with her, my cum slowly dripping from her hairless pussy as the storm finally blew over and left us with nothing but a stiff, southerly breeze.

- - -

After the rain passed, the sun returned and warmed us quickly. Bailey urinated in the normal spot, emptying her bladder before splashing her crotch, and I soon did the same. We noticed two good-sized silvery fish washed up on shore, trapped in a small pool that the rain-driven surf had crafted in the sand. They weren't quite dead, struggling weakly in an inch or two of water. I grinned. “Like fish?”

“Yes!”

While Bailey scouted along the treeline to find fallen branches, I grabbed a flat rock and put it down by the surf, then used the scissors from the emergency kit to gut and scale each. It was a slow process, to be sure, but I'd had a lifetime of fishing and preparing my catch, so I was able to do a decent job of it. I threw out only the offal, not want to waste anything which might be edible.

Pretty soon, I had our improvised cook pan boiling a thin layer of water around the fish, the smells of warm, briny meat causing my stomach to grumble and clench. Bailey had found a good amount of wet but burnable wood and made a separate pile so it could dry.

While the fish cooked, the girl brought back handfuls of thin, green blades of some vegetation. “Smell these.”

I sniffed the fresh green bunches. “Onions. Wild onions.”

The first non-meat, non-sugar thing we'd found on the island, and I quickly dumped a couple of handfuls of green stalks in with the fish. The sharp scent of onions added to the aroma of cooking fish and we were both salivating and ready to dig in.

Once I was sure the fish were cooked, I pulled the pan off the fire and let it cool a moment. Steaming in the humid early evening, the meal was soon ready for our mouths and we piled the plastic dinner platter with the feast.

We dug in, clawing chunks of white meat and blue-silver skin, chomping on bits and bunches of strong wild onion. I don't know if it was better than the clams, but it was just as flavorful and satisfying. We ate one whole fish and all the cooked onions. I put the other back in the cook pan and set it near the fire. Definitely didn't want to waste it, but also didn't want it to spoil before we wanted more. The rest of the onions we put in a plastic rose container and stuck it inside our metal structure.

I wandered down to the waterline and pissed, looking out at the darkening sky and already seeing dozens of bright stars dotting the blackness. I scanned the horizon for any lights, and as usual, saw nothing to get my hopes up.

“Kal! Kal!”

Bailey screamed from the camp and I ran to her. “What? What?”

“A face! I saw a face! Just there!” She pointed toward where the stream trickled from the trees. “I know I saw someone watching me!”

I felt a strange mix of hope and terror, the unknown offering us possible rescue or danger. “Wait right here.” I hustled to the tree-line, the darkness making it difficult to see far into the dense foliage. Birds burst from the tree cover deeper in and cried out as they left the scene. I called out, “Hello? Hello? Anyone?” No reply came. I stood for some moments before Bailey joined me and together we stared into the dark, lush trees. Nothing but shadows on black could be seen.

“It was there, beside that tree.” Bailey pointed out a large, bent one that touched the sand-line on one side.

I saw nothing and wondered if she'd been mistaken. Pareidolia was common enough under normal situations, and I wouldn't have been surprised that a stressed young girl saw faces from time to time, especially in the marginal light. “Well, no one's answering, and there's no pressing into that mess in the dark. Maybe tomorrow we'll find whoever it was.” I reserved my doubts and did not question her sighting, leading us back to our camp and our warm fire.