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 next three days brought us light, warm morning showers followed by cooling, heavy winds that whipped the surf into a froth and brought it crashing onto the shore. The five of us managed to keep the water jugs filled and ourselves fed, though we were unable to catch any fish or pull in crabs. We did collect plenty of shellfish and made meals out of them, fresh from the choppy water.

Karana was part of the gang immediately. She rarely left Mie's side, and only then to pee or chase the heron-like birds further down the shore. At one point, she barked twice then charged into the trees and was gone for several minutes. Mie stood staring at the point where Karana had disappeared.

The dog came crashing back through a different part of the trees, a small hare dangling from her mouth. Karana looked incredibly proud of herself as she circled Mie, holding on to her catch. Mie giggled, and reached for the kill, only to have Karana bound off and stop, playing.

I walked up to Mie as the rain began to become more than a drizzle, said, “quite a companion you found there. Coax her to give you the hare. Drop to your knees. Ok, now call her, make it clear you want her to come to you.” She called out Karana's name, ignored for a moment before the dog slowly approached, panting, tongue flopped out around the hare. “Motion her down, see if she'll get the hint.”

Mie patted the sand, and to my surprise, Karana leaned her head down and dropped the hair, looking pleased. Mie giggled again as I picked up the small furry creature and turned it over in my hand. It wouldn't have much meat, but it was something, and I promised Karana she'd get the choicest cuts.

Keekah showed Mie how to clean the hare properly and the girls dropped what little meat there was in the stew. Karana was given the longest bone and settled herself contentedly nearby, chewing and keeping an eye on Mie. When the eleven-year old moved down to the shore to void her bowels and urinate, Karana dropped the bone and stood guard. I had no idea why Karana had so quickly bonded with Mie, but just a few days into having her at camp, it was obvious to all that Karana considered Mie her ward.

Keekah finished up the mesh screens. They looked sturdy and I helped her mount the ones for doorframes on the shelters and over the cabin doorway where they could be easily set in place as needed. The rain had kept the mosquitos away, mostly, and I expected the cool weather might help as well.

Bailey was sick that morning, threw up her breakfast. Amy helped her back to bed and stayed with her while Keekah repaired blankets and clothes, and Mie and I scoured the surf for clams and scallops and a few of the new, sweet oysters we'd begun to collect a few weeks before. Karana played in the edge of the surf, only sometimes dog-paddling out to almost drown Mie by putting her paws on the girl's shoulders and licking her face.

The rain hadn't helped the seaweed dry, and I worried that we'd have to throw most of it out. Keekah assured me things would be alright, that the seaweed 'wanted' to be eaten and would be just fine.

Mie and I became friends that day. I'd talked to her a few times over the weeks, but she'd always been a bit reserved and tended to prefer to go with her mom or hang out with Poln. Despite having had sex in front of the eleven-year old several times, and having watched her lick her sister's pussy that one night, I still thought of her as a kid, too young to befriend in some ways. I dunno why I felt that way, it just was.

But that day, with Amy and Bailey locked away in the cabin, and Keekah near the fire pit working threads and needles, Mie and I had a chance to talk directly, and I found her to be very intelligent and thoughtful. Her English was quite good, better than Keekah's.

We talked about books she'd read, including Blue Dolphins. She'd already poured over several in the camp stash and had three or four more pulled out to devour. I couldn't help notice that where she was completely flat-chested when she'd arrive, the smallest nubs had started to push out as her young body slipped into puberty. Her nipples were still small, dark, but they rose slightly, showed a hint of the puffy mounds I was sure they'd soon become.

I couldn't help looking at Mie as she walked out of the water and bent over to deposit oysters in our bucket. I'm a voyeur of all around me, and her age did nothing to stop my eyes from seeing. It was just looking, nothing more. She was still young to me, too young for real sexual thoughts, but I enjoyed looking at her young pussy, hairless still, tight, dark labia pressed together, hiding her virgin hole from my view. Mie was very pretty, and I knew that, like Keekah and Hakee, she'd develop into a very sexy, beautiful young woman before long.

The moment passed and she announced that she wanted to nap a bit as the rain drove heavier. I nodded and continued to find clams and oysters as the girl and Karana ran up the beach to the shelter. I'd made sure Mie understood to dry the dog as best as possible before letting her inside, the smell of wet dog was not a pleasant for anyone. It was impossible in the rain, but the young girl made a show of it before the two disappeared into the small building.

I finished up and debated what to do with my time. Keekah had retired to the cabin with Bailey while Amy wandered to the West to collect a few more wild onion patches for planting. I sat nestled in the trees a bit, mostly out of the driving rain, though it still dripped down on me throughout.

My thoughts were on Bailey, my child growing inside her. I let worries flood into me as I tried to imagine dealing with the difficulties which would come as her belly grew and her delivery neared. We were still way too early to know if she would carry the child to full term, but so far, other than her daily morning sickness, she seemed to be doing ok.

I thought then about what it would be like to have sex with her, what her round belly and swollen pussy might feel like under me. I shuddered and almost masturbated to the fantasy that would soon be a reality for us. I wondered if Keekah and Amy, even Gale, would enjoy licking Bailey's pregnant genitals, wondered how her tastes and smells would change, how her breasts would swell, how her love for me would change when a new and needy focus arrived to fill her time.

I stood after a while, the camp felt lonely. I decided to join Amy to the West and started to wander that direction. A soft sigh as I passed the shelter drew my attention, and what I saw through the open door couldn't have surprised me more.

Mie was on her back on the bed, Karana's head moving quickly between her legs. The dog's tail wagged gently as Mie panted, clearly lost in the moment, clearly enjoying Karana's rough tongue on her young sex. I watched her shudder, moan in a high voice, her body tensing, then climaxing rapidly. She shook, the eleven-year old's butt dancing as it clenched around Karana's head. Mie reached down as her orgasm washed into her and stopped the licking, made Karana hold still before allowing the dog to clean her fresh, dripping juices.

I was incredibly turned on. I'd never really thought about bestiality before, but I knew there were many women who'd experimented with just such a thing, especially early in their sexual development. Mie's body was still immature, not yet ready for sexual contact, but it hadn't stopped her from letting Katana's tongue bring her to orgasm.

I left the scene, didn't want Mie to see me watching her private moment, though she'd certainly seen mine often enough. My hardon raged as I walked to the West and spotted Amy relaxing in the surf.

“Hey, Sweetie,” I said as I leaned to kiss her, sat beside her in with the water rushing around my legs.

“Hey, Love,” Amy replied, kissed my lips and snuggled next to me. “Found a bunch of good onion plants, wanna help me put them in the ground?”

“Sure...” Her eyes found my cock throbbing and she smiled at me, took my length in her hand, stroked me. “Need some release?”

I nodded and laid back while Amy jerked me off. I rushed quickly to orgasm as her fist moved up and down. I moaned, said, “oh, Amy... cumming...” She held her open mouth over my cock as the first shot fired out. It splashed on her tongue, another quickly following it. She settled her lips around the tip and let me finish in her mouth, my flesh becoming sensitive as I ejaculated against her tongue.

I rolled with the waves of the surf and my orgasm, moaning softly as she pulled her head back and swallowed my sperm, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, then laid beside me, her head on my chest. “Mmmm... you taste so sweet... Love you, Kal.”

“Love you too, Honey. Thank you, just what I needed.”

She didn't ask what had me hard, didn't need a reason for my unusually-quick orgasm. There wasn't really ever a reason that needed spoken. Being close to her, or Bailey, Keekah, or Gale was all the excuse I needed to be horny and ready for intimacy. I didn't tell her about Mie and Karana, figured I'd talk to Gale or Manu about that first.

We headed back to camp, found everyone else up and working on chores. Bailey was feeling better, and Mie had a smile plastered her face that wouldn't go away. I didn't ask her about her play with Karana, but I admit being very curious about how it had started, whether Karana had simply found the girl's sex and started licking, or if some other set of reactions had led the eleven-year old to climax on the dog's tongue. Either way, it turned me on to see again in my mind the way the girl's body had shuddered and orgasmed.

We ate mushrooms and shellfish cooked in fresh water and spices, and small bowls of stew made from the hare caught by Karana mixed with a bit of salt and dried herbs. I passed around a joint, everyone but Bailey indulging. I was proud of her, her motherly instincts already leading her to protect our child, and she sat next to me, holding my hand as we spent an hour or so singing while the rain stayed away.

We talked later about the engineering projects, wondered how the crew in the North was doing with the garden, how the initial plans to bring water from the lake to the crops was playing out, if they'd been able to start it at all. I hoped it worked out. We'd only had to manually water the crops two or three times, but Gale told me that the summer before Bailey and I arrived was a difficult one, most of her time spent moving water in her single jug from the lake in order to keep the plants alive. It was an exhausting process, even with more jugs and more hands to lift them, and an irrigation path would simplify things tremendously when the dry weather returned.

“Did you tell them about tomorrow, Kal?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Your birthday, silly!”

“Oh... uh, no, not really a big deal, I guess.”

Bailey cast her eyes at me, one raised, “of course its a big deal! We have to celebrate.” With that I was told to go play in the surf while the the women sat together giggling, looking my way occasionally, and plotting something for my birthday.

I suppose it made me pretty happy, really, that they cared about it. I was going to turn thirty-seven, not exactly a landmark age, though if it made Bailey and the others happy to celebrate it, I accepted that and smiled, thanked no one in particular that their love and affection was mine to enjoy.

It was hard to believe we'd been on the island about nine months. It felt like much longer. I had a hard time recalling the cloudy details of life before. Surprisingly, the things I recalled best were those I missed most, and to my dismay in that moment, those didn't include Kate and Nina. I had trouble recalling Kate's face, Nina's body, anything terribly unique that made them special. I still felt a small tug of loss, of love, for them both, but the details I saw every day before the ship disaster, I couldn't bring those back.

What I did bring back was air conditioning, popcorn, iced drinks the size of a bucket. I missed those, luxuries that were locked away from me, forever beyond my reach on the island. I'd found love, found companionship, in Bailey, in Keekah, in Amy and Gale and the others, and so, I recognized that, feelings of loss aside, it had been easier to let go of Kate and Nina that it should have been, but not easy at all to let go of ice water, of central air, or popcorn.

I was a touch sad for a while, both for missing the luxuries and for realizing how little I missed the memories of my previous wife and my lover. I guess a part of me wanted to be sad for losing Nina and Kate, but instead, I felt sad for not being sad about them.

I let that sink in a while before I rationalized it, realized how vital that separation of emotions had been to survive, to find new love on the island. I knew the longing and desperate need to return to them would have made it difficult to move on with my life, to accept what I had with Bailey and the others, and to start fresh without the terrible pains that came from losing what I loved before. On the Island of the Phoenix, rebirth was necessary for all of us, perhaps me most of all.