Kal, Male, 37

	- 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

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

	- 4'8, 90lbs, mocha-brown skin, shoulder-length wavy black hair

Poln, Male, 10

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, nephew of Manu, cousin of Keekah, Hakee, and Mie

	- 4'8, 105lbs, 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, 120lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length straight black hair

Mie joined me and Amy three more times over the next week. Each time, we stuck to oral, and I came on their bodies each time. Amy really enjoyed the new lover in our lives. Once, Bailey and Keekah were there but both refrained from playing with Mie, instead 69ing most of the time and cumming next to us on the bed.

Karana earned her keep, catching two small and three larger hares, and the traps yielded a half dozen small pigs. The rain went away finally, left us a week of mostly sunny weather, cool but not cold. The nights stayed moderate, and each day we took care of most chores faster than normal. Tok began collecting the right trees to make another new building, one which would turn the three shelters into pods attached to a common room. He expected it would take a couple of weeks. We all agreed that it would be nice to have a common area for all of us to go where we were indoors and could easily keep warm on cold nights, if needed.

There was talk of building a new structure near the garden. The old shack had been knocked over and fixed several times, at least twice since I'd been on the island, and it wouldn't take much more to destroy it. Gale insisted that come first, and I agreed, so Tok headed North with Gale and Hona to work on it, expecting to spend a week there.

Bailey's journalling had taken a hit over the rainy season, and she was itching to scout and add new entries. She and Amy headed out in the early afternoon with Mie, Keekah, Manu, and Poln in tow, expecting to find mushrooms and bring back some of the berry bushes for transplanting.

It left me alone with Hakee, and from the first few moments, I could feel a nervous tension between us. Her English had gotten a bit better over the weeks, still very simple things the limit of her abilities.

“Hungry?” she asked me.

“Sure. Stew?”

“Yes. I get.”

Hakee and I were planning to build a new set of racks for drying that evening. It had been a shame to throw away all the seaweed, but the weeks of rain prevented it from drying and we lost it to mold and bugs. The racks had fallen over on their own as the rain made them limber, many snapping and breaking. We needed new ones, and after our stew, Hakee showed me first-hand how to make them.

Her eyes often caught mine, and I couldn't not look. Hakee's eyes were a light milky brown, easy to sink into. They sparkled, veins of white and gold running through. I know because, at one point, showing me a knot for the strands that held the limbs together, she was inches away, her eyes directly in front of mine.

She paused, breathed in, waited, looking at me. Her body was asking a question, and I answered with my lips. We kissed as she pushed aside the wood and ties and wrapped her arms around me. Her mouth was salty from the stew, soft and tender on mine. I let my hands roam freely, cupping her firm seventeen-year old ass, wondering at her beautiful, curvy hips, her slender stomach.

I took her hand and asked her, “to bed?”

“Yes. Bed.”

We walked halfway to the small home, and I said kindly, “remember the rules?”

“Mouth, hands. Yes.”

We laid down on the mattress and she drew her knees up, rolling as we kissed. Her fingers were already between her legs, playing with herself openly. I slid lower, sucked in her young, heavy breasts, caressed their soft curves, her wonderfully-weighted seventeen-year old tits. My mouth moved down, down to her bush where I kissed her masturbating fingers. I moved over, her legs in the air, knees to her chest.

Hakee's desire was thick and filling as I inhaled against her wet vulva. The tones of pungent sweetness I smelled in Keekah were rich in Hakee's crotch, but it was different, too, more cool moss to Keekah's rich earth. I lapped at her quickly, sent her body shuddering and almost immediately she climaxed on my tongue.

Her hands grasped at my hair, pulled me into her body as her thighs squeezed and opened. She breathed out heavily three, four times, humped her crotch against me, and came again quickly. She cried out again, her hands imploring me to keep eating her pussy. Hakee ground against me, ground, my attention split between her clit and her cunt.

I slipped two fingers into her, swirled her clit, and she came again, vagina spasming, clasping, drooling her cream. She laid back, moaning, out of breath, her body jerking randomly as I slowly licked her and withdrew my fingers.

Her hands pulled at my hair, implored me to move over her. I rose and put my hands to her sides, felt my penis nestle against her labia.

It was an automatic motion, not one I thought about. I brought my penis to the brink of penetration without a thought. I almost pushed in. But I caught myself just in time. Just, just in time. Hakee wanted me inside her vagina. Her hands pulled at my arms, her feet pushed against my buttocks, every move of her body begging me to fuck her.

I wanted to. I really, really wanted to. I barely pulled back, my penis throbbing, so close to Hakee's vagina. I saw disappointment in her eyes, her body falling back a bit, her thighs closed. She exhaled a couple of times, said quietly, “mouth?”

“Yes.” I managed to reply, felt the tension in the room shift, leaving me a little off balance.

I laid back, and she climbed between my legs, quickly took me into her mouth.

For a few minutes, she sucked me. It felt great, she seemed to know just how to suck me, but my orgasm didn't approach. I think I was a little anxious because of how close I'd come to fucking her, how much she wanted me to, how Hakee's adherence to the rules was not quite as strict as mine, and I pondered how to avoid the temptation the next time.

All those thoughts led to a long blow job from Hakee. She never complained, just sucked me, a bit automatically, maybe. She just wanted me to get off because that's what you do, but I knew she was terribly disappointed when I finally shot my load down her throat instead of squirting into her pussy.

Hakee held me against her tongue as I ejaculated, waited for me to finish, then pulled back, swallowed my cum. I held her for a while, not quite the intimacy I liked to feel after an orgasm. But it was nice, and her body was the most beautiful on the island, really, so I enjoyed looking at her breasts, her pubes, the roundness of her hips, and as we finally returned to work, I looked forward to the day I could ejaculate into her vagina again.

- - -

Hakee and I didn't repeat ourselves over the next couple of weeks. I knew I'd almost fucked her without permission, and I think her disappointment at not taking me inside her made her not look forward to it as much. What she clearly wanted was my penis inside her, something I could not give her. Not yet.

I tried to not let it bother me, enjoying fucking my young, pregnant wife, Keekah, Amy, and a couple more times, tasting and being sucked by Mie.

The camp was humming, and the irrigation project to the north, second phase, was completed in parallel with the new shack. Keekah was again able to put some weight on her leg and it seemed like she went from crutches to walking with a moderate limp in just a few days.

- - -

The first sign of trouble was Manu's expression. She picked something off Karana's coat with a small stick and held it out. I knew from her open mouth, the tight lines on her face, this was a bad sign. “What is that?”

“The bug.”

The bug. I knew immediately what she meant. My heart pounded, mind raced. The bugs were here. Oh, no!

Gale immediately set the camp in motion. “Pack bags with water! Food! Grab only what we need. We have to move!”

“Move where?” Amy asked, frightened. “We have nowhere to go!”

“I don't know! Just get ready to move. Now!”

Feet flew in motion as the eleven of us grabbed every bag we could carry and filled them with jugs and preserved food. We gathered just a few minutes later, and no one had a plan. Keekah gave us all leaves to chew, the woods the obvious place to try.

“What do we do?!” Mie was plaintiff, her arm around Karana. I wondered if the dog was already dead, just waiting on the toxin from the bug to kill her.

Bailey saved us. “The cave! The one we found, Kal!”

“Yes. Grab all the mosquito nets Keekah made. Grab them and let's go.” I knew it wasn't going to make a difference, that we, too, were already dead. We didn't see them yet, just the one huge hawk-bug that had died biting Karana. But where there was one, there were millions right behind.

We were dead and I knew it.

But my legs moved with the others, trying to keep our panic at bay. We left the fire roaring, our evening meal heavy and boiling in a pot, no time to eat or take it with us.

We fled up the new channel, as fast as we could move. I sent the others on, staying with Bailey and Amy to help Keekah as she moved slowly on her recovering ankle. I'd thought to grab flashlights, sent one with Gale. They were waiting for us at the low ridge. I told Gale how to find the cave and set them off running back East. Keekah was getting sore by the time we followed a few minutes later. The swarms of the island bugs barely parted in time for us to run through, and more than a few ended up in my mouth and nose.

It wasn't quite blind fear, but nearly. As we ran, we all had time to understand that it was a futile race we ran. Karana had run ahead with Mie, and I felt pangs of sadness for when the dog would die and the preteen would have to watch.

If the rest of lived that long, anyway.

Amy and I shouldered Keekah most of the rest of the distance along the low ridge, the climb up to the high ridge long and involved slipping several times. Keekah's ankle got to where she couldn't put weight on it, made us slow more.

We gained the high ridge and hit the small stream that ran through. It felt like the walls of bugs had grown thicker, taunting us, telling us their brothers and sisters would soon catch us, bite us, kill us.

It was infuriating to move so slow, but we had no choice. I sent Bailey running, no need for an extra person to lag behind. Amy and I moved the fifteen-year old as quickly as possible.

I looked at Amy a couple of times, and unlike Bailey or Keekah or the others, she alone showed a resolve that was inspirational. I don't know how she did it, but she even managed a small smile just when I needed it most.

It drove me on, step-by-step, foot-by-fucking-foot. Keekah hoped as quickly as she could, but I could feel the bugs pressing in on us. The island bugs seemed to draw closer, a few biting us, the few leaves we'd chewed not enough to keep them away long enough. Stinging, itching, swelling lumps formed on my skin, on Amy and on Keekah.

They battered my eyes, my ears, threatened to fly into my throat. I was hoarse, dry, out of breath. Running in molasses, trying to will Keekah to weigh less, to hop faster. With each new stinging bite I wondered if the hawk-bugs had finally found me, found us. I knew it was hopeless. I knew we were already dead.

We made the stone corner and eased onto the path. Amy went ahead, Keekah behind her, me in the rear. There wasn't room on the narrow pass to hold her, so Keekah had to move along carefully, slowly, one shoulder against the stone wall, her sore ankle held up. It was a creeping progress we made. My eyes cast all around, frightened.

Slow, very slow. Twice Keekah lost her balance and nearly toppled over the side.

Amy said suddenly, “there it is!”

The cave mouth was to the left of the path and Amy eased inside, followed by Keekah, helped in by unseen hands. I was last to crawl in. Gale quickly pressed mesh over the entrance, holding it in place with jugs and stacks of our food.

The near-silence deafened me.

Shallow breathing. Panting gasps. A soft whimper. A dog scratching, maybe dying. Darkness made a sound, too, it just forbid description.

I sank into the darkness, found Bailey and Amy, huddled next to Keekah while Manu rubbed her ankle.

There was nothing more to do. We'd all been bitten, and we had no way of knowing if any of those bites might be the one. Someone cried softly, then more crying. I couldn't help giving in to the despair myself for a while. There wasn't anything else to do.

The helplessness was overwhelming, the darkness frightening, and the buzzing of insects a sound meant to torture us until we could listen no more.