Kal, Male, 37

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 190lbs, straight, shoulder-length dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 14

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 5'4, 125lbs, golden-brown tanned skin, shoulder-length light yellow-brown sun-streaked hair

Gale, Female, 43

	- Survivor on Isla Gale

	- 5'5, 130lbs, dark tanned skin, waist-length dark reddish-brown 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

Amy, Female, 15

	- Stowaway from California

	- 5'6, 120lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length straight black hair

The weeks since the hawk-bugs had changed everyone in some ways. Bailey's belly had grown, of course. Our hobbled members had recovered as well. Tok was back to full strength, not that he'd shown much weakness when he was hurt. Keekah had made a full recovery, and it was a frequent sight on the sand to see her playing soccer with Amy, Mie, Poln, and occasionally Tok and Hakee. I joined in from time to time, but I admit that watching the beautiful naked young women run and jiggle and laugh was all the fun I needed.

Hakee had settled in, the uncomfortable dynamic between us finally put behind us during the celebration after the hawk-bugs. We fucked several times over the weeks, and no matter how often Tok or I penetrated her, her pussy never seemed to be any less tight. She started to take charge around the camp and made a great show of learning English. She got reasonably good reasonably quickly, and I frequently enjoyed talking to her about her ideas.

Manu came out of her shell, frequently joining Tok and others in sexual play, something she'd not done on the island until the night of the celebration. Gale said the woman had been holding onto something, perhaps a memory, unable to let go of what it was that held her back. Whatever it was, the trauma and the near miss of the hawk-bugs had finally released its hold and she began to enjoy herself freely.

Hona and Gale became great friends, rarely separated, even took to sleeping together with Tok most of the time. Hona's cries frequently echoed throughout the camp, leaving little doubt that Tok's long cock was pounding her and filling her with cum. Gale and I grew closer though we were less sexual together. I'm not sure why, really. It wasn't that we broke that off completely, we were together from time to time, but the urge wasn't there for either of us, and with other sexual commitments, it seemed we both came to feel more of a friendly bond between us most of the time. Twice, though, Tok and I double teamed her and she was left smiling and full of cum in two holes both times.

Keekah continued to be the free spirit of the group: honest, capable of stating her views with both sincerity and humor, never shying away from saying what was on her mind. I loved that about her. She probably enjoyed the healthiest sex life of all of us in those weeks. After her recovery, she tried to make up for lost time by mounting, licking, or sucking anyone willing and able whenever she could. It sounds cliché, but there were times I was thrown onto my back on the sand and had Keekah's cunt sliding down my shaft before I even knew what had happened. I loved it, of course.

Amy perhaps grew the most over that time, really coming into her own. She and I stayed very close and we worked so well as a team that it complimented rather than hurt my relationship with Bailey. Her intelligence was bolstered as she and Bailey consumed the books available and longed for more. I taught them what I could remember. Classic Greek philosophy, math, astronomy, physics, biology, I'd been a pretty well-read self-learner and managed to recall quite a few of the basic and more advanced concepts as well. Amy's questions showed a brilliant thinker, and I felt pangs of sadness at times that our opportunities for education on the island were so very limited.

Poln continued to be Poln. Our littlest savior, he was, but he never dwelled on it or acted like a hero, no matter how often we joked and praised him for it. He always kept a supply of acorns at hand and rarely showed any signs of his moment of salvation going to his head. He was a curious boy, but often seemed lost in thought. He took instruction well enough, but no more. Still, he was fun to be around, and as we grew together as a family, he started to feel more comfortable around me, and I around him.

Mie was the wildcard, the one of us whose place in the family seemed the most likely to flow and shift. Since she'd first bled all those months ago, she's begun to grow into a young woman. After giving me her virginity during the celebration, she retreated sexually for a few weeks. There was no pressure on her, of course, and no one wanted her to take part in anything without a will to do so. But a few times, I ask if she'd like to join me and Amy, or me and Bailey, and she always declined. Politely, and without further explanation. That was fine, of course, but I worried that perhaps she had not reacted well to her first time.

I talked to Gale about it one afternoon in mid-October.

“Listen, about Mie... Has anyone talked to her... about that night? Her first time, you know? I'm concerned that somehow that night isn't what she hoped for, perhaps she's dwelling on something bad. The last thing I wanted was for her to be hurt.”

Gale pursed her lips. “Hmm... No, don't think so. What has you worried?”

“I dunno. I figure... if I'd have had my first time and liked it... she seemed to really enjoy it that night... I'd have wanted to do it again pretty soon. I've not pressured her at all, but I've offered, nicely, for her to join me, and she's always declined. Maybe I'm making something out of nothing, but I'd feel better if someone... other than me, maybe... talked to her, make sure she's ok with it, and if not, figure out what we can do to help.”

“I see. Sure, I'll ask Manu, see what she thinks.”

“Thanks, Gale.”

- - -

Gale joined me later that night with the results. “So, you're partially right, but it's not bad, really.”

“Do tell, please.”

“Mie doesn't want babies. Not yet. She's afraid that if she has sex with you again, she'll have babies. Can't blame her, can we?”

I let the relief spread across my face and smiled. “Blame her? I'm proud of her. I was becoming so worried she'd been hurt that I was feeling guilty. Turns out she's just a smart young woman protecting herself. I'm so glad to know that.”

“Yeah, pretty good for an eleven-year old. So Manu talked to her about it, suggested that there were ways she could still be with you and not take big risks. I'm sure I don't have to tell you what she said.”

I tried to look serious. “Anal?”

Gale burst out laughing. “No, you perv!” She doubled over before regaining her breath. “Pulling out and rhythm method, of course, jeez! Not risk free, but it does reduce the risk down to just a blip. Mie's willing to give it a try, so long as you promise you'll pull out.”

I shook my head, grinning. “Of course. I'll talk to her tomorrow. Who all is staying here with me in camp this time?” Gale was taking most of the islanders North to start work on phase three of the irrigation plan and clear another section near the lake for planting more crops. I knew Bailey would stay, there was no reason to put her pregnancy at risk on the hike and climb up the rocks, and she was already getting to the point where I worried about her working during the day as the Southern Hemisphere summer began to approach and the days grew longer and hotter.

“Amy and Mie are staying here to tend to the plots around the camp. Amy's going to do a tree survey, as well, been a couple weeks since we've been over there. Need anyone else here with you and Bailey?”

“Nah, those two are more than enough. Bailey's on the drying racks tomorrow while I fish. I plan on trying Hakee's new steamed fish and clam stew recipe tomorrow, gonna see if I can gather in enough of those little salty silver fish Amy calls 'darters' for the base. Pretty sure I can catch enough by myself. Take everyone else, the garden is the most important thing right now.”

“Agreed.”

- - -

The seven islanders departed with hugs and kisses as dawn broke. I'd risen early and made breakfast of griddle cakes and berries for them, and sent them off with roasted banana-fruits still held tightly in the peels. We'd found that a particularly hearty and delicious treat when hiking. It cooked to a mash over the fire inside the skin, then cooled into a wonderful, slightly-smoky and sweet hard custard consistency which could be easily eaten while walking.

Bailey was up and patching cracks in the wood planks where bugs managed to crawl into a couple of the buildings. Even as she cleaned up the sawdust and dead critters, I couldn't help thinking how beautiful my young pregnant wife looked. Every curve of her body was sexy to me, and it took me some measure of self control not to break away and go have a bit of fun with her.

She yawned, though. Twice. She'd started to look a bit tired over the last week or so, and needed to rest from time to time, something she'd not done previously. By mid-October she was over six months along, still some ways from her due date, but her body was clearly telling her to take it easy. Her relatively small frame and still-maturing body made her less-than-ready to be pregnant, and I felt old worries of a difficult childbirth spring up.

It was too late to do anything about that, however. I hoped she could pass the child without much trouble, but I knew her young body, her narrow hips, her early-puberty development did not leave her with a frame that lent itself to the process.

I set off with the fishing gear while Amy cleaned up the fire. She seemed to recognize how Bailey was growing tired and started setting up the drying racks and getting them ready for my catches before joining me at the surf. I kissed her cheek as she sat against me a moment.

Amy was a comforting presence in my life. It is hard to understand, really, given how fulfilled I was before her, when it was just me and Bailey and Keekah. It wasn't like something was missing then. But with Amy a close part of my existence, I could see so easily how deeply she'd become part of me, part of the joy I found in each day. It didn't diminish my feelings for Bailey or Keekah, but it may have shuffled them a bit to make room. The size of the pie got larger for all of us with Amy around.

She and Bailey were a lot alike. Both strong-minded, typically cautious but not cowardly, capable in tough times, and more than willing to do what it took to survive and to live well. Where Bailey was often introspective and concerned about the small things, Amy held the big picture in front. Instead of a rivalry, it created synergy. It made us all stronger to be together. Bailey made sure we paid attention to the details, Amy ensured the greater goals were always in sight. Throw in Keekah's zest for life and brutal honesty, and I had three woman who made my world complex and wonderful just by loving me and each other, and together they kept me sane and appreciating just how lucky I was to be by their sides.

“Penny.”

I broke out of my trance as Amy spoke and something jumped against my line. “Pardon?”

“Penny for your thoughts.”

“Oh. Um... Just thinking for the millionth time how lucky I am to have you and Bailey and Keekah in my life.”

“Such a romantic.” She stuck out her tongue and I kissed it.

“Guilty. I seem to remember you enjoying laying out on the deck and looking up at the stars, holding my hand, trembling between each kiss. You couldn't stop smiling. Maybe you've got a thing for romantics.”

“Maybe. Maybe I just have a thing for you.”

“I'll take that as a win.”

We kissed a moment, then I broke to pull in the good-sized jackfish that had taken the bit of clam on my hook. I cast out my line once more and started cleaning the fish.

“Is Bailey ok? She's looking a bit off today.”

“Yeah, I think she's at the point where the heat and the stress on her body is taking a toll. She needs to start doing less and resting more, I think.” I glanced up toward the camp where Bailey had shifted to the last hut and was working on fixing the cracks there. “One of those times I wish we had air conditioning, she could use a break from the heat to come in the weeks ahead. This is nothing compared to what we had last summer. Last summer was brutal...”

“Ok... I was just worried about her. Think I'll go give her a hand. Mie and I need to head up to the tree farm in a bit and do the survey. Where'd that girl get off to, anyway?”

I looked around the camp, no sign of Mie anywhere. There was no sign of Karana, either. “No idea. She was here for breakfast, didn't leave with the others, haven't seen her in an hour or so.”

“I'll track her down. After I help Bailey a few minutes, we're heading out. Love you, Kal.”

I kissed Amy deep, smiled, returned the love, and watched her naked body jiggle as she teased me by swaying her hips hard to each side as she walked.

I turned back to the water and quickly pulled in six more fish, barely cleaning one before the next was on the hook. I ran them between bites up to the drying rack and laid out the filets. I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon fishing and drying. Bailey was working slowly, staying out of the sun, finding small things to do in the huts.

My hook out of the water a moment while I got out of the sun and took a break, I drank from our cool water reservoir and offered a cup to Bailey, sitting next to her in the doorway of the Westernmost hut.

“Feeling alright, Kitten?”

She hesitated, and I'm certain she started to say she was fine. Instead, she told me the truth. “Tired. Not bad, just not feeling like I've got a ton of energy today.”

I nodded, told her I'd be right back, and returned with handfuls of purple nuts and the last two roasted banana-fruits. “Eat. You really need to ensure you get plenty of calories right now. Might not help the tiredness, but can't hurt. Better to eat more than you need than not enough, you know.”

“I know. Manu's been over it a hundred times with me already.”

“Ok, sorry for preaching.”

“S'ok. I know you are just trying to help. Think I can get in a nap today? I've done about all I can do in here. My legs are feeling really tired.”

My hand had moved on its own to her stomach. A small twitch, then another, and we both looked at each other at the same time. Bailey grinned. “She's kicking!” For half an hour, we felt our growing child moving around, twitching, dancing, doing something inside Bailey's body that resulted in something I could feel myself. I was entranced. It made it all so real. Not that it hadn't been so before, but to feel those kicks really made us both aware of how all our thoughts and theories about what it would be like to be parents were soon to be tested.

Bailey yawned a couple of times and leaned against me. I kissed her head, whispered, “I love you, Bailey. Go get some sleep. I'll finish up the fish. Might go up to the tree farm and check on Amy and Mie, take them some food.”

“Ok. Wake me if you need any help.” She yawned again and I silently swore to do no such thing.

Bailey moved off to our shelter and I returned to the fish. I managed to use some of our improvised netting to get enough of the darters to make the soup base. After another dozen jackfish were caught, I cleaned them and finished filling the drying racks, then clammed for a bit, finding seventeen medium and small-sized shellfish for the stew.

I roused the fire and pounded the darter-meat along with some oil and salt together, then dumped it into the big stew pot filled two-thirds with water. Half an hour later, I had all the ingredients chopped up and in the stew, and I returned to the water to wash up.

Amy and Mie had not returned. I'd expected them to come back long before then and worried a bit. I grabbed my travel bag, which typically held a couple of pints of water, some nuts, and a few tools which might come in handy any time I had to move about the island, and headed East toward the tree farm.

Halfway back the girls met me with big smiles and big sacks slung over their shoulders. Amy shouted, “mushrooms!”

I smiled back, “did you take a shortcut?”

The both looked at me oddly.

“Lord of the Rings? Shortcut to Mushrooms?”

“Never read it.”

“Then I have a grand and epic tale to tell you at some point.” I nodded toward the bags. “Where'd you find them this time?”

“The places we'd piled some of the leaves and vines from where we'd cleared out the patch for the trees. It was rotten and mucky, but there were mushrooms everywhere. At least three different ones. Hope they're all edible.”

“Bailey's got all the ones we know in her book, check when we get back. Looks like a huge haul!”

“There are a ton more. We couldn't fit any more in.”

We made our way back to camp. Mie took my travel bag and I took her heavier bag of mushrooms, and the girls led the way, singing some song they'd made up. I enjoyed the view as they swayed and danced along to their tune, Amy's wonderful teen butt had filled out nicely as she'd gained weight. The skeleton figure was gone weeks ago, and in its place stood a well-rounded, curvy if still thin, healthy teen girl. Amy's ass was fantastic, tanned after gradually spending more and more time in the sun, her pale features giving way to a gentle, rich bronze, much as had Bailey's fair complexion.

Amy turned at one point, caught me looking at her butt, and giggled, making sure to exaggerate her steps so that her body tempted me even more.

Mie's ass, on the other hand, was still small, but it held surprisingly soft and wonderful curves for a girl her age. Once the girl had hit puberty her body had shot up and began to fill out, starting with her hips which had developed rounded contours that cried out for a gentle touch. She saw Amy's gay walk and mimicked her, looking back to see if I watched her ass jiggle, too. I did.

They giggled most of the way back. I returned to the stew, gave it a stir and a taste, added a bit of water to the mix as it had grown a touch salty, and covered it. The girls cleaned, dried, and then spread out their mushrooms in the new storage building which had yet to be used for anything other than the island wine. I checked in on Bailey, found her sleeping and comfortable, and then rolled a joint and lit it beside the fire.

Mie surprised me by sitting quietly on my lap. I passed the joint to Amy who settled back and inhaled. I waited for Mie to speak but she sat still, silent, watching the fire. Her hips moved a bit, twitched, then again. She felt nervous. I asked her softly, “what's on your mind, Sweetie?”

“You know...”

I did. “You don't want to get pregnant but you want to have fun, yes?”

“Yes.”

“We can do that, if you want. Right now?”

“Yes.”

“Let's go wash up first, ok?”

“Ok.”

She turned around in my lap, smiling, wrapped her arms around my neck. Mie was shaking a bit, said quietly, “thank you.”

“Oh, Sweetie, no, thank you.” I hugged her and kissed her cheek, saw Amy smiling at us nearby. “Want to join us?”

Amy nodded, said, “naturally!”

I lifted Mie from my lap and took her hand and Amy's, walked with them to the water and quickly rinsed off the sweat and grime from the day as the evening began to draw over our camp. We rinsed closer to our shelters with the fresh water, then dried ourselves as best as possible. I grabbed a couple of larger blankets and we walked back down toward the shore. “Bailey's sleeping, let's not disturb her up there.”

I laid out the blankets and settled myself down, with Mie between me and Amy. The eleven-year old was shivering again, smiling, nervous but eager. Amy's hands touched her stomach as my mouth drew down to the younger girl's lips. I tasted her nerves, but there was a curious resolve there as well. In only moments Mie's hands had risen, one holding my neck, the other touching Amy's cheek.

Mie was so soft, so sweet. Her kiss was simple, gentle, innocent more than I'd ever experienced. Her tongue didn't move, her lips trembled, her breath came in short, confined breaths. Amy's lips found her legs and began to part them as I continued to kiss the young preteen.

I let my mouth slide to Mie's throat where I kissed her slowly, felt her skin cover with goosebumps, her pants and sighs coming regularly, sweetly. I kissed her cheek, then took her little budding breasts, one at a time, into my mouth. Amy's tongue had found the girl's vagina and started to lick her there, tasting Mie's young cunt, lapping against her thin, puffy labia and delicate pubes.

Mie was moaning steadily, rocking back and forth as we used our mouths on her tender flesh. Her legs parted and squeezed, parted and squeezed. I watched Amy lapping the eleven-year old's pussy, savoring the sweet flesh, the tiny features, the youthful folds. She inhaled the girl's aroma, sucked down her juices, shuddered at the thrill of doing so.

I moved off of Mie and slid down behind Amy, pressed my face between her thighs. I smelled her pussy and ass, sucked in her excitement. I could see her labia glistening in the failing light, lapped up her cream hungrily as she moaned into Mie's little crotch. I teased Amy's clit with my tongue, then race up to her anus, darting inside her tight pucker before slipping into her vagina and tasting her most personal flavors.

My cock was throbbing and I slipped over Amy's upturned butt, nestled my penis against her labia, and slipped slowly into her tight fifteen-year old pussy. She moaned loudly against Mie, the younger girl jerking and panting randomly as Amy's mouth tried to steadily lap her as my dick slipped in and out, in and out. Amy's pussy was tight, wet, and I gripped her hips and steadily fucked the teen as she ate Mie's cunt.

Moments later, I pulled out of Amy and she moved aside. Mie was on her back, legs spread, drool slipping down her parted lips. Both sets. I slid over her, let my penis lodge against her tiny opening, and kissed her. She tasted Amy's vagina on my lips and mewled as we shared tongues. My cock throbbed against her opening, throbbed, wanted inside her badly.

Mie's legs wrapped around my back instinctively and seemed to draw me into her. I slowly sank into the eleven-year old's body, her very tight hole barely yielding, barely dilating enough to let me inside. I pulled back and slid forward again, another inch inside. Mie panted, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her little puffy nipples hard as Amy caressed them.

In and out I worked my cock, slowly, slowly making my penetration deeper. I got most of the way in before the preteen's cervix stopped me and I could go no further. I held there, Mie's pussy a vice around my shaft. Each throb of my penis made her shudder and moan. Her eyes opened and I leaned in to kiss her, finally inside her again after all those weeks. She smiled, panting, giggled, then wrapped her arms around my neck and held on as I stroked myself in and out of her vagina and tried very hard not to cum inside her.

Amy's mouth was on my ass cheeks. I felt her kiss me there, then she spread me and licked my asshole. The sensation was tremendous. My cock was barely holding back from cumming in the eleven-year old and then Amy made it much harder by rimming me with a delicate tongue. Her hand massaged my balls, then moved further and found Mie's clit.

The young girl cried out as Amy twirled her womanhood. My cock was burning, the tightness of Mie's cunt probably helping me hold off my cum. Mie cried out once, twice, jerked, jerked again, stiffened, then moaned loudly. It was the most I'd ever heard from her, and it set me off. I pulled out of her in a rush, nearly knocking Amy over as Mie climaxed. I looked down, saw the young girl's pussy gape open a moment as she came.

I wrapped my fist around my cock tightly, tried to hold back. I pushed Amy over onto her hands and knees and penetrated her quickly. Mie's juices were still coating my cock as I pushed into Amy, mixing quickly with the teen's and drooling, creamy and thick, down over my balls and Amy's thighs. I bellowed, slammed, slammed, bellowed again, felt Amy stiffen and cum beneath me, and I climaxed hard, spewing my seed inside Amy's vagina. Spurt, spurt, spurt, each shot squirted out forcefully, no longer restrained, finding a willing and welcoming warm cunt to splash into.

I filled Amy quickly, roughly, smacked her ass twice as I did out of instinct. I fucked her long after I was finished cumming, kept hammering into her tight teen body as I felt myself again building up. Amy's hand flew between her legs. Her first orgasm already giving way to her oncoming second.

Mie watched us, her own hand moving between her legs, the little girl jerking again into orgasm. That set off Amy, sweet cries lost in the wind as her body shuddered and came, her pussy squeezing my penis, frothing my cum and hers to drool down between us. I bellowed louder, louder, felt the intense rush of semen burning up my shaft and buried myself completely, once more unloading my potent seed inside Amy's vagina.

I collapsed back onto the blanket beside Mie, running my hands over her beautiful, tender body. Amy fell down on the other side, rolled onto her back, legs spread and nearly steaming in the salty breeze. Mie rose and settled down between Amy's legs, lapping at the sperm I'd left there. She mewled as she tasted my cum, lapped Amy's swollen labia and swallowed the semen as it flooded out of Amy's vagina.

I could just watch, spent. Mie finished cleaning Amy and moved to kiss her. They giggled together before laying on either side of me, wrapping their arms over my body, sharing their lips and mouths and hands with me as my own hands moved freely over their bodies.

“That looked fun. Maybe I can join you all another day.”

I looked up to see Bailey standing nearby, the smile on her face genuine. I motioned her to me and Mie swapped over to be beside Amy. I held Bailey in my arms while Mie and Amy pressed into my back. For a long while we just cuddled near the surf, soft kisses exchanged, soft hands exploring without intent or purpose. At some point, a growling stomach told us it was time to eat, so we slowly rose and headed back to the fire.

I let Amy and Mie race ahead of us while I hung back with Bailey. “How you feeling, Kitten?”

“Much better. Just needed to rest, I guess.” She let out a long sigh. “I hate being tired. I don't want to be a drag. I want to feel like fucking all the time. I just... don't... not always, anyway.”

“I know, Kitten. I know. Hang in there. Just a few more weeks before we get to meet our child. Then things get back to normal for you. Well, in some ways. You'll see. Anytime you want to fuck, you know where to find me. You know I'm always willing.”

She smiled, “my sweet, considerate perv. I really do love you, Kal. Glad you love me too.” She glanced to where Mie was absently running her fingers between her legs as if testing for soreness. “Guess Mie's decided she's ready again, eh?”

“So it seems. She doesn't want to get pregnant, that's what made her hold back so long.”

“Ah, I know how that feels. Well, I did, anyway. Not anymore. I love being pregnant. Mostly. I love that I'm pregnant with your baby. That makes me the luckiest person in the world.”

“Maybe, Kitten. Maybe. Let's get some soup, hungry?”

“Starving.”