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, 15

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

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

Amy, Female, 15

	- Stowaway from California

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

The seaweed harvest was over in one day. No more washed up the next morning, and what was still on the beach had begun to look less than fresh. Our racks were full of what we had salvaged, and it looked like a great haul of the salty, tender fronds.

Gale, Manu, Hakee, Hona, and Tok headed north along with Poln to tend the garden and make the first efforts to irrigate our crops from the lake. They took bags of supplies, including a sack holding Poln's favored green acorns, planning to stay a week, returning once or twice as needed for tools or other necessities. Tok carried his cane strapped over his shoulder, his knee progressing enough that he wanted to make the trip.

Amy took Mie down to work on filling water jugs while Keekah, Bailey and I fished and chewed on dried meat and purple nuts. It was a cool morning and we were all wrapped in blankets even as the sun rose and was soon blocked by a bank of thin clouds. The wind had shifted in the night to push in from the Southeast, bringing a bite we'd not felt since the year before.

“Isn't your birthday coming up soon?” Bailey had just pulled in one of the jacketfish and cast out her line once more, a chunk of a cut-up smaller fish on her hook. “I thought you told me it was May 14.”

“That's right. Hadn't really thought about it. Yeah.”

“So you'll be 37, then. My old man!”

I laughed, didn't feel like an old man surrounded by the fifteen-year old, fourteen-year old, and Mie at eleven, despite the big difference in age. The years between us had been flattened on the island, our goals and our challenges too big to worry about such an arbitrary number. Bailey, Keekah, and Amy kept me feeling very young, really, despite the rare times that I thought about how young they really were compared to me.

Bailey's body had yet to show her pregnancy, but she was still sick sometimes, generally an hour of two of nausea and vomiting that soon passed. I thought about Keekah's goal, to give me children, and I recalled the night Tok and I had both cum in her pussy.

“Keekah, will you continue to be with Tok?”

“Maybe... he big in me, yes. Maybe...”

“Even give him babies?”

She was silent a moment, considering it, perhaps for the first time. “If happens... happens. I hope baby yours. Hope I give you babies. But Tok provide and is kind. I not be sad if baby his. You be sad?”

I smiled, said, “no, not sad. I just want you to be happy, Sweetie. Maybe later I'll give you my load again, see what happens.”

She beamed, said, “yes. Like that. I wet now for you.”

Bailey giggled and patted Keekah's stomach, said, “maybe Kal will bring you babies soon. I'd love for us to have our babies together. That would be great.”

They chatted a bit before Bailey turned to me, first looking down to the East where we could see Amy and Mie making their way back with the raft full of water jugs. “Kal... what about Amy? She said often she doesn't want to be pregnant, but... you keep cumming in her...”

I watched Amy's distant form move slowly in our direction, said, “I dunno, Kitten. She's wanted it... wanted me to cum in her... I suppose maybe she's a bit jealous, in some ways, that my child is in you, maybe... maybe she wants that too. I dunno. I'll talk to her about it...”

“Ok... just... I don't want her to do something she doesn't want, you know? I wanted it and I'm happy for it... but... I dunno. Amy, maybe she isn't really thinking what might happen... she just likes it when you cum in her... I know I love that feeling... maybe she isn't really thinking beyond that...”

I nodded and made a note to talk to the fifteen-year old when I had a moment.

Amy and Mie arrived back and while I cleaned our catch, Bailey helped unload the water and took Mie to water the small tree-line plots near camp. I helped Keekah void her bowels afterward, and then sank into the water with her, joined by Amy.

We splashed around a bit after I'd taken off Keekah's cast. Manu had said it was in need of changing before she left, and she'd showed me how to wrap it carefully with new dressings. The surf action was calm, the water pleasantly warm despite the chilly air, and I kept Keekah stable as we cleaned in the slowly-lapping waves, trying not to let her ankle move around too much.

It became a bit tiring for her so Amy and I helped her back onto shore and I wrapped her ankle in a new soft cast. Keekah set to work on a new mesh screen to put over doorways. There'd been a few mosquitos around early that morning on the beach, a few bites that were itching us through the afternoon, and Keekah knew how to make a screen that would provide us cover around the fire, as well as screens that would cover open doorways for the times we left them unclosed to enjoy the breeze.

She showed me a drawing of the plan, draping the mesh over several sturdy limbs that were held up by more sturdy limbs, completely surrounding the fire but far enough away to keep from setting it alight. It was mobile, and the mesh drapes could be set up anywhere so long as we put up eight strong, straight limbs to support it.

Bailey and Mie were still finished the watering, wanted to go check on the tree garden that afternoon, but first needed a nap. Bailey crawled into the cabin, and Mie joined her, followed by Keekah an hour later. Amy and I fished a bit, toking a joint, then set the meat to smoking around mid-afternoon.

“Amy, have you... have you changed your mind about... about maybe getting pregnant? I've cum in you a few times now... we're risking that...”

“I know.” She sat quietly a few moments before replying further. “I know the risk... and... I dunno, Kal. I don't really want to be pregnant... not really, but... I love you cumming in me... I love to feel you shuddering against me as you cum... love taking you into my body like that... it feels so warm and wonderful... But... yeah, I dunno... I don't want to be pregnant...”

I nodded, said, “it does feel good, to me as well... so good... Look, I'm hard just thinking about it.” She smiled at my hardon which had poked out of the blanket I had wrapped around me. “Maybe... maybe for a while, let's not take that risk, ok? I love you, don't want you to face that until you are ready.”

“Ok... I think that's probably best... though... I'll miss feeling you cumming in me... I don't really feel it, honestly, but the way your body tenses, crashes into me... I love that...”

“Would you like to try something else... a way for me to cum in you without risking pregnancy?”

Amy hesitated just a moment, too bright to miss what I was suggesting. “You want to cum in my butt?”

“Only if you want that. I know you've not tried it before. Bailey loves it... Keekah too... You might. Just a suggestion...”

“Bailey was right, you are a perv!” She was laughing and I joined her. Amy softened a bit, looked at me carefully, said, “I'll try anything with you, Kal. Really, just... let me try it and we'll see, ok?”

My cock throbbed at the thought, said, “we've got plenty of fish already... feel like joining me in one of the shelters?”

She looked thoughtful a moment, “love to... I think I need to... clear things out first, if you know what I mean.”

I smiled, said, “I do, and yes, that would make things better for trying it. I'll get the fish cleaned up while you do that, then get washed up.”

Amy moved off to the East to defecate while I made quick work of the catch, threw most of it onto the fire and a few chunks of meat into the stew pot slowly bubbling over the small fire. After I cleaned up in the surf, we wiped each other down with fresh water and moved into Manu's shelter.

Amy laid down on the bed as I began to kiss her body, first her lips, then her neck, her lovely, round breasts. I loved the way her dark nipples played in my fingers, and as I sucked on one, I teased the other with my hand. Down I let my fingers move, found her sex, her pussy wet and trembling, slipped two digits into her tight, slick hole.

She moaned, her hands sliding over my back and through my hair, her eyes closed as I moved down and licked her genitals, tasted her salty, sweet cream drooling from her vagina. I pushed her legs up, rolled her hips back, exposed her backdoor to my view.

Amy's tight little wrinkled hole was brown like her labia, slick juices from her pussy glistening as I stared at it. I led my tongue down, slid it over her anus, felt her twist and heard her sigh. She clenched as I licked her there, slowly lapping up the hints of her sharp, rich flavors, slowly working my tongue into the opening, her barely-yielding hole resisting every attempt to dilate.

I took my time, worked saliva inside her butt, brought a finger to her anus, and slipped it in. She sucked in her breath, Amy's butthole spasming as I moved inside. I worked my finger around in circles, moved in and out carefully, her anus beginning to open wider. Her tight ring gripped me as I fingered her ass, the soft, tender muscles inside very slick with my saliva.

I managed to open her wider, wider, finally began to finger-fuck her in a steady rhythm. She moaned, her body rocking, accepting me in her butt. When I thought she was ready, I asked, “wanna try now? You're open, Sweetie... you're open for me.”

She breathed, “yes...” and looked to me for guidance.

“I'll lay on my back. That way, you can decide how quickly, how deeply you want it. If it hurts, back off, go slow, let your body open on its own to accept me inside you there.”

“Ok...”

She straddled my thighs and squatted down, took me inside her pussy a moment. “Wanted to feel you there first... love you in me.”

We fucked slowly, her tight young vagina so hot, so wet. I worried a moment that I'd cum in her, said, “Amy, Sweetie, I'm getting close...”

She rose off me a bit and I slipped my finger between her thighs, found her anus wet and swollen, pushed the tip inside. She was still incredibly tight, but I found her backdoor still yielding enough that I thought she could take me inside.

“When you're ready, I think you know what to do...”

She smiled, “I do.” Her body shifted forward, and I felt her tentatively push her anus down to the tip of my cock. She moved down, breathing heavily, her hole barely yielding, the tip pushed inside, and she halted immediately, sucking in her breath. “Wow... that feels so big...”

I let Amy set the pace she wanted. She wasn't as reluctant as I'd expected, fairly quickly settling onto my penis, had half my length inside her when she next paused. She had a look of focus on her face, eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, lips swollen and pushed out as Amy's asshole took me inside. She sat lower, seemed to hit a point where her anus wouldn't open more.

Amy opened her eyes, smiled, “not as bad as I thought... now... I ride you...” And she did. Amy moved slow, up and down my length with her asshole stretching from my sodomy. She moved just right, so wonderfully, my penis pulsing inside her bowels. I moved my hand to her clit, started to rub it as she took me in her ass. She pushed my hand away, said, “not yet... not yet...” She was caught up in her ride, slowly taking more of me up her butt.

I was very quickly boiling over, the intense sensations of Amy's tight fifteen-year old asshole too much for me to hold back. I groaned, said, “gonna cum...”

Amy met my eyes, concentration and focus shaping her lips into a tight circle. “Cum in my butt, Kal... cum in my butt... touch me now... please...”

She rode me, my load working up from my balls, my fingers found her clit, and she went off quickly as sperm shot from my dick and splashed into her bowels. Amy moaned loudly, her ass clenching but dilating as she came, as my semen flooded her tight hole and soaked into her guts.

Amy panted heavily over me as I pulled my fingers back from her clit. Her anus squeezed my leaking cock, I could feel it trying to push me out. Amy fell forward over me, kissed me, my penis popping out and slapping wetly against her thigh. She grunted at the sudden movement, and I could feel my sperm dripping from her sore butthole and onto my balls.

“God, Kal... yes. Yes... You can cum in my butt any time... God, yes... I came so hard...”

“You were wonderful, Sweetie... your ass... so tight, so hot...”

We kissed a moment before we heard, “impressive!” Bailey stood shouldering Keekah in the doorway, Mie's young face pressed to Bailey's side. They'd apparently watched Amy riding my penis with her ass, and the smile on their faces, even Mie's, showed they'd enjoyed it.

Bailey said, “if you two aren't too tired, shall we put together a couple of bags and head to the tree garden?”

I nodded, and Amy slipped off of me, cum still dripping from her swollen asshole. We washed up in the surf, Amy voiding the rest of my sperm from her bowels, and joined the others for the walk to the Northeast.

Keekah was getting really good on her crutches and the pace we set wasn't too bad. We still had a three hours of sunlight left when we arrived. I was saddened to see one tree that was clearly in its last days, and two more that hadn't improved, still lingering. The rest seemed to be fine. We didn't water them by hand, hoped the roots were able to find enough fresh water below ground which we knew was kept wet from the slow-to-drain swampy area to the West.

The five of us ate roasted mushrooms, onions, and fish, Keekah, Amy, and I sharing a joint. When Mie took a toke, she coughed for several minutes before she tried again, once more coughing and looking a bit bitter.

Heavy rustling sounded from the line of bushes to the West of the garden that marked the edge of our clearing. I assumed it was a pig the way it hung low to the ground and seemed to barrel through the foliage. To my surprise, a mangy, thin dog bounded out and headed straight to Mie. I was so taken back that I didn't respond at all for several seconds as it ran up to the eleven-year old and licked her face, then sat, tongue out, panting.

“What the hell...” was all I could mutter.

Bailey looked at me with an odd smile, “where'd she come from?”

“I dunno... uh... 'she'?”

“'She.' Jeez, Kal, pay attention.” Bailey stuck out her tongue and I couldn't help but laugh. The medium-sized dog stank like rotting fur and rotting mud, was skinny, bones showing through flesh, hair matted, the brown overwhelming what appeared to be sandy-blonde fur. She looked rather happy to see us, especially Mie, the girl had already taken the dog's head in her arm, petting her back and scratching her chin.

Amy looked at me, “so what now? Guess we have a new mouth to feed, eh?”

“Guess so. How the hell she got here... no idea. Wonder how long she's been on the island?”

Amy said, “I doubt long, right? We'd have seen her if she'd been here a while. She's friendly, she'd have found us immediately. Maybe she just washed up?”

“Could be. Well, welcome to the Island of the Phoenix, uh... we need a name for her...”

Mie's voice was soft, almost introspective when she said, “Karana. Call her Karana.”

“Karana...” The name was that of the girl from Island of the Blue Dolphins. It fit perfectly. I looked at the others, they all nodded and smiled back, “ok, Karana it is. I didn't know you'd read that book, Mie.”

“Amy read it with me. I love it. Karana is my hero.” I smiled at Amy, proud that she'd shared the book with Mie.

We offered bits of our fish to Karana and she ate it up without chewing. She was ravenous, so we gave her what we could, then poured water into our hands for her to lap up, then set off back to camp while we still had light. Karana walked beside Mie without direction, as if she'd always been part of our pack.

Back in camp, Amy and Mie took Karana and washed her in the surf, used scissors to cut out tangles and matted spots that couldn't be brushed out. What walked out of the surf looked nothing like the dirty, mangy pooch that had run up to us hours earlier. Karana's fur was a rich sandy-blonde which, despite the chunks of cut-away fur, looked fairly healthy. She was certainly skinny, and as we ate that evening around the fire, we tossed Karana plenty to fill her belly, but not enough to make her sick.

We started to tire early, and I wondered what to do about sleeping arrangements. I'd assume Mie would slide into bed with the four of us, but it was clear she wasn't going to leave Karana's side. Thre wasn't room for five of us and a dog, and I really didn't want Karana in our bed for numerous reasons.

Mie solved the dilemma by announcing, “Karana can sleep with me tonight.” And that was that. She playfully kissed our lips to say goodnight, then led Karana into the shelter where earlier that day I'd taken Amy's anal virginity. As the girls climbed onto the boat deck, I looked in to see Mie snuggled up to Karana, the two already fast asleep. I smiled, wondered at the ways in which the island favored us at times.

The girls and I snuggled together, the chilly night had them shivering as I slid in and added another blanket over us. Bodies pressed together in a way that quickly had us toasty, and I said and heard 'I love you' several times before catching the first drifting thoughts that led to dreams.