Shipwrecked - Chapter 91: Shark's Tooth (Mf creampie)

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Chapter 91: Shark's Tooth

For the next two days, we all buzzed from our shared experience on Manu's birthday. While Hona was missed, it carried less of the hollow sadness than it had. We'd healed together, bonded even closer, adding Nina and Kate into our most joyous of moments. We had some closure to a tragedy and gave ourselves a foundation on which to move forward.

Over the better part of those days, I doubt that anyone had much inclination towards sexual play. I stayed sore, raw, and I know Keekah was as well. The fifteen-year old was satisfied that we'd done a good job trying to make a baby, and though she might have been ovulating in the days which followed, her desperate urges to mate with me relaxed. I suppose I could have copulated with her, but it would have left my penis and groin needing even longer to recover.

We focused on catching up after our loss, our day off, and the heavy rain which had brought down branches in the garden by the camp, crushing many of the wild onions and the radish-like plants which Hona had often used when she made stews. The stream flowed strong, both from our clearing the fallen tree and from the all-day downpour. The day after the celebration, Tok went with Gale, Nina, and Hakee upstream where they shored up the banks and repaired the other damage they found. While they were gone, we worked on cleaning clothes and bed coverings, washing the outsides of the huts where mosses had begun to grow, refilled empty jugs, fished, crabbed, and did all the hundreds of other things which meant we survived longer and more comfortably.

The next day was more of the same. Gale wanted to check on the garden to the North, just a day trip, and took Tok, Keekah, Nina, Hakee, and Poln with her. I kept Katie most of the day while Bailey went with Amy and Manu to forage to the West near where they'd discovered primitive ruins months before. Bailey took her notebook and hoped to do a bit of digging to see if she could find any new artifacts.

In the items which came from Papeete, there'd been a breast pump and bottles for filling Bailey's milk. We couldn't refrigerate it, so we worried about doing too much or too many, but we figured it would be fine for a day or so, as long as it was kept somewhere cool. She'd pumped the day before, her breasts very tender after filling enough for the day. She'd offered it to Katie to make sure she'd accept it, and our daughter latched right on and sucked like she couldn't tell the difference between the rubber nozzle and her mother's nipple. I assured Bailey that I could, though.

I worked on something I'd wanted to do with the fire pit for a long time. The existing design had flat stones lining a half-spherical depression in the sand, a couple of dozen feet from the one tree that grew out some yards from the treeline. It worked well, and we'd used metal braces to enhance airflow and allow for a fire capable of both heating and drying at once.

I wanted to made the pit more like a sloped cylinder with a large, rectangular trench to one side. There were times where we really could have used more space. Also, there were always tons of hot coals which became buried quickly under the wood burning above. It was wasted heat we could use. Hakee made a drawing of how she wanted to reposition the smoking racks, and helped me come up with the idea for the new pit. We didn't particularly want to dig a new one. The location was perfectly placed near the huts but not too far from the water. Plus, the shade from the isolated tree gave some cover from both sun and rain.

First, I had to clean the pit. We'd let it burn down early the night before, and raked out the coals to try to let them cool. Even as I dug around with the small shovel, there were still small, crackling chunks from a day ago. I collected the remaining burnable fuel and piled it to one side of the pit, then stacked the metal braces on the sand nearby. Kate and Mie started bringing me more of both the flat and blocky stones. Those had been a pain to collect months earlier, but they were plentiful near the lower ridge as well as where the East beach wraps around and ends the upper ridge wall.

Over the morning, I dug a deeper pit, using long planks to help it hold its shape while I formed a gently sloping wall around. Satisfied that I had the right shape, I dug out the rectangular trench of about thirty inches across, extended it about six feet, the slope of the sandbox making the end more shallow than the opening at the pit.

I put down a layer of stones in the pit, packing as tightly as I could, stomping it down until it felt solid. I shoveled in just enough sand to cover it, and pounded that as well. One more layer of stones followed, and then I used the blockier stones to tile the walls, carefully removing planks and replacing them with more permanent fittings.

Once that was done, I stomped around the edge of the pit, testing its integrity. I had to refit a couple of stones that shook loose, but after that, it held together as expected. I knew the real test would come after heating and cooling cycles and bouts of rain. Still, it looked ready for the next steps.

I deconstructed the heavy metal braces and reformed them, along with some of the spares, into a slightly longer and taller structure with six legs, and eight beams set in a crosshatch pattern. It sat nicely with some room around the edges in the recess. I settled the coal bed on top, small holes allowing airflow but giving us a way to easily shovel out hot coals for the trench.

In theory, the new pit would reduce our firewood usage. We had plenty of wood on the island for some time, but as our population grew with newborns, as I knew it likely would, we'd begin to use more and more. We'd already reduced an acre or so of the forest behind the camp to just a few large trees. I hoped to see new saplings replace what we'd taken, but so far, I'd seen no sign of anything but the dense, dark-green ferns and vines of all sorts taking their place.

I layered fresh firewood in the new pit and got it started. Immediately I saw a flaw in the design. The way the wind was moving from West to East, the new trench allowed too much air through, a problem which would whip away the heat and cause it to be less efficient.

We needed a trap, sort of like a chimney flue, something which we could open and close as needed. I wasn't certain what we had which could be worked into such a device, but I suspected that Hakee or Tok could design what was needed.

Watching it burn, I saw no other issues. If we could stop the loss of heat through the trench, I thought the new pit would be better than the old. I already felt an increased heat despite burning only half the wood I'd have used before. Improved heating meant we could cook food faster and in larger quantities.

I'd thought many times how vital a fire was to life on the island. From the very beginning, that first fire with Bailey, I'd known it was true. Fire was a living thing when you don't have electricity and appliances. It heated everything, from people to food to water. It provide warmth on cool nights, light on dark days, and a place to gather when the day was new or old. Outside of the people and the water supply, the fire pit was the most valuable thing we had. It made everything else possible.

- - -

Finished with the pit, I took a break to walk down to where Kate was fishing with Mie. They'd pulled in three or four after helping me with the pit, but the tide was slack and the fish seemed to be full. When I sat next to her, I noticed that Kate was wrapping thick, course thread carefully, making some sort of jewelry.

I kissed her cheek and she smiled at me as her fingers worked the fibers. “Whatcha making?”

She showed me a sharp, black shark's tooth, already wrapped in hemp. “Necklace. It's a gift.”

“Oh? For who?”

“Tok.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Ready to shack up with him already?”

“No, silly,” she laughed. “Gale's going to propose to him and she asked me if I could think of some token to give him. I've been finding shark's teeth since yesterday, figured one dangling from a necklace would be nice.”

“Shark's teeth...” I looked at the small pouch at her feet which must have contained a dozen or more. “I've been here a year and a half. I don't think I've ever noticed them.”

“Really? They're everywhere. Just gotta look.”

“I might just do that later. Used to find them in places we traveled in North Carolina, never thought to look here.” I watched Kate's hands twist a loop and pull the thread through. “That's a great idea for Tok, I think he'll like it. I'm wondering which of them will propose first, he told me he planned to do it, as well.”

“That's a good sign, right? Means they both want it,” Kate said.

“Absolutely. Two fantastic people. Good for each other, as well.” I smiled at Mie who was idly working her pole back and forth, nothing taking the bait. “Well, don't waste too much time on fish that aren't biting. Plenty of crabs and shellfish out there. We'll need to get a pot going soon. Fire pit's done, testing it now. And with that, I need to get back to feed Katie.”

I returned to the fire, Katie a safe distance away under the shade in her swing. She was shuffling her feet and arms, reaching out. I unstrapped her and held her to my chest while I fished out the bottle of Bailey's breast milk. She latched on quickly when I offered the nipple, and I sat on the step of our hut while my daughter ate.

- - -

Kate had finished the necklace before another fish even hit her line, the single black shark's tooth held snuggly by the rough hemp. She and Mie then spent some time crabbing, pulling in several of good size as well as a few smaller ones. I made small adjustments to the pit, tested raking the coals into the trench. I hoped Hakee liked the new design and could use it to improve the amount of meat we could smoke and preserve.

I mixed peppers, potatoes, squash, onion, and some of the bagged rice which had come from Papeete into boiling water, along with salt, black pepper, rosemary, and a big handful of the savory herbs we grew, the ones Bailey had named 'salty leaf.' Mie brought me their catch and together we picked them apart and dumped big lumps of crabmeat into the stew. I added some of the tuber flower along with some fish oil for thickening and flavor, and pulled the pot out to the side to keep warm.

The pit worked well. It was easer to move the pot out of the fire, and I could tell on one batch that the heat was more focused and intense, the water boiling faster than before. I imagined that with the flue in place in the future, the effect would be increased even more.

Proud of myself, I picked up Katie and offered her the bottle again. She refused, but I smelled dirty diaper and took her inside my hut to change her. I gave her a bath while she was between diapers, checking her skin for rashes the way Bailey had taught me. Katie's eyes roamed around my face as if she was trying hard to capture a picture of me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I so loved those moments.

Manu had advised us to take time to put Katie on her stomach so that she can get used to the experience. It was good for her muscles and coordination, she'd said. Still naked, I put Katie down on the floor and sat in front of her. She couldn't pick her head up, and her arms and legs were unable to do more than scoot around. I sang to her, thought I saw her try to move her head towards my voice.

After a while, Kate ducked her head in to see me holding Katie naked in my arms, the bottle in her mouth again. She sat beside us, put her arm around me, smiling. “I love seeing you do that, Kal. So sweet.”

A few moments later, she said, “mind if I hold her a while?”

“Sure. Still need to get a diaper on her, will do that in a few.”

“I can do that. I... I love holding her, Kal.”

I could hear in Kate's voice the loss of her own ability to bear children. Even though it had happened over twenty years before, she'd never quite been able to make peace with being barren. What I saw in her eyes when she took Katie, though, was restorative, healing. The softness and love Kate had for my child helped close that old wound, even if not permanently or completely.

She held Katie, letting her get her fill from the bottle of breast milk, then turned her over her shoulder to burp her, humming softly.

“Bailey loves that you are taking such a personal interest in Katie. It's really helped make you two close, hasn't it?”

“Mmm-hmm...” Kate turned to me. “Bailey's a wonderful young woman, Kal. I'd have never believed it... especially her age... but she's a great mother, and she loves you deeply. She's strong, stubborn, intelligent. I've seen her around here. She's no little girl... in any thing.” I saw Kate's eyes look distant a moment, and I wondered if she thought of her moments between the girl's legs.

I put my arm around Kate, said softly, “kinda nice, isn't it? To have all these loving people around? The warmth, the sexual energy, the way we all come together to get things done.”

“I can honestly say I have never felt so completely at home. Didn't take me long, did it? I can't think of any place on Earth I'd rather be, Kal.”

- - -

Gale and the others returned from the gardens moments after Amy, Bailey, and Manu came back from harvesting big bags of banana-fruits and more of the sweet, tart berries. The crops looked good. They'd had to repair a couple of irrigation ditches, but otherwise, things were doing well. There'd been only a few items ripe, and they'd brought back a sack of mixed vegetables, as well as several pounds of resinous marijuana buds.

While we ate, Hakee cooked down a big pot of berries and added some of the processed sugar from Papeete. She planned to make a jam, and once cooled, she would pour them into some of the glassware we'd collected over the months, some of which had previously stored preserved beans and other items which had come from Tahiti.

The pit did well. Hakee and I discussed improvements, including the flue. She thought she could make such a device, and planned to work on it the next day.

Tok talked about his idea of expanding a couple of the huts to integrate more storage, as well as reworking the buildings to connect them together in short hallways. I liked the concept of being able to move around between the huts as needed during days where we took shelter from storms.

It was a risky endeavor, though. Some of the huts had been built from pre-constructed, collapsible models brought by the Hahonokoans from their original village. Two were built from carefully worked lumber from the island. They were rough in many places, and we had to be vigilant to make sure that adjustments did nothing to threaten the integrity of our shelters. While Tok explained his idea, Amy sketched his thoughts in her notebook.

After dinner, I made my way to the West and down to the surf to move my bowels and urinate. Mie and Kate followed me and in moments, the three of us were staring off into the growing darkness while performing our ablutions. The part of my brain which still remembered my life before the island pondered how normal that scene was there. Each of us ignored the smells that came from our movements, talking idly as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Even Mie's small grunt as she finished brought no laughter or shame.

That was just the way it was on the island. There was no shame in our bodies, in the things we had to do each day to stay healthy. There was no toilet, though we had discussed an outhouse of sorts for use during storms. So far, we'd decided against it, not wanting our bodily waste close to the camp.

There was an innocence to it, perhaps a 'return to nature' sort of activity which, in its own strange way, made us a deeper part of the island, our animal nature more raw and acceptable. I wondered how much of that same animal nature caused me to watch as Mie wiped herself in the surf, and then drew my eyes to Kate's backside when she did the same.

I was just finishing, Kate and Mie already back at camp, when Bailey joined me and squatted down. I heard her release her bladder, then she began to move her bowels. She talked to me as if she, too, thought nothing of the act. “Kate's going to watch Katie for a while... think you and I might have some time together?”

I caught the look on her face, saw the arousal and desire there. I smiled, leaned to kiss her as she emptied herself, and said, “of course. Join me at the hut when you are through.” I washed up quickly, rinsed with fresh water closer to the camp, then headed inside.

The others had started an impromptu game of duck-duck-goose with Mie and Poln, the two young people giggling and enjoying the play. Katie was in Kate's arms as she sat nearby.

Inside the hut, I straightened the sheet and laid down, tingling at the thought of being with Bailey again. She ducked in a short time later, her thighs still wet from rinsing. The fourteen-year old slid into my arms, and for long moments, we kissed and ran our hands along each other's body. She said quietly, “I think I'm ready for more, now. Not so sensitive...”

I purred into her chest, sucking milk from her tits as she held me against her. The warm liquid was as sweet and creamy as always, coating my tongue with deliciousness. My hand slid down her stomach where her pooch was slowly starting to return to her pre-pregnancy size. She was still round there, and the sight and feel of Bailey's post-pregnancy belly never failed to turn me on.

My fingers found her slit wet and hot, her labia already open and ready. I pushed two inside, smeared slickness across her vulva, let my fingers trail up and down her genitals lazily.

Bailey laid back and I was quickly between her legs, inhaling her delicate, arousing aroma. I licked her swollen flesh, thought again that Bailey's pussy tasted more mature than before, more like a woman, less like a young teen. I buried my face in her crotch, teasing her lips and vagina with my tongue before probing her hole and finding more slickness inside.

She moaned quietly, her body moving in small waves of her hips and her head. Her hands ran over her breasts, smearing milk from her nipples around her chest and down her stomach. The effect was highly arousing.

I needed to be inside Bailey then, moving up her body, kissing her stomach where her breast milk was slick and still warm. I suckled again from Bailey's tits, more liquid squirting into my mouth. I kissed her lips, slid my tongue inside them, felt Bailey purr as she tasted her milk on me.

My penis was resting against her hairy Mons, throbbing. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, and in one quick movement, she brought the tip to her opening. I sank in.

Bailey moaned against my neck as I began to fuck her. I was still somewhat gentle, unsure exactly where her comfort level might be. I let her body tell me when to make deeper, longer strokes, when to slow down, when to grind myself down against her clit.

She shuddered and cried out suddenly, her legs rising to lock around my lower thighs, her young body open to my penetration. I felt her hips moving against me, knew her body was about to release. I stroked three, four more times, felt the tension in Bailey become a flurry of small tremors as she moaned and came. “oooohhh... nnnnn... nnnnn... unnnnnn... uuuunnnn... unnnnn...”

I stroked in and out of her through her orgasm, her body slowly relaxing but not signaling me to stop or slow down. I was overly-excited, felt my cock tingling in her hot young vagina. Bailey's tender flesh was wet and welcoming as I kissed her neck. I saw Bailey's eyes look past me toward the door, then return to half-open and glazed, a small smile on her face.

I was too far gone to think more on it, squirted two or three jets of precum into her body, then felt myself boiling cum in Bailey's pussy seconds later. I cried out as I came, my head buried against Bailey's neck, an arm curled around, holding me to her. I ejaculated, my seed splashing against her cervix, a creamy white froth slippery along my shaft.

We held close together, slowly rocking, my penis moving only and inch or two back and forth, slowly rocking, her hands sliding around my shoulders, slowly rocking. It was a lovely moment, one I had wanted so much with her. I kissed her lips and rolled to the side.

A few moments of soft touches and panting followed before Bailey said quietly, “Kate watched us a while. I think she liked seeing us together.”

I didn't respond, sucking Bailey's tit into my mouth, gently licking away the milk that leaked there.

She continued, “this is going to work, Kal. Maybe you knew that, but I worried, you know? Kate and I have gotten really close already. She absolutely loves Katie, and I know how much she loves you. I think she's become happy to see you with me, with the others.”

I pulled off Bailey's breast, a small drop of milk on my chin. Bailey licked it off with a giggle. I said, “you're right. She loves it here, and after the other night with all of us together, she's completely accepted the way we are, and she's overjoyed to be a part of it. I'm so happy... it could have been a very difficult time otherwise.”

Bailey was quiet a moment. “What happened that she can't have a baby?”

I told her about Kate's infection at thirteen, how she'd had a hysterectomy and couldn't conceive as a result. “It was always a very sad spot in her otherwise pretty happy life. I think that's why she's become so attached to Katie, and you. It gives her a bit of a second chance, I guess. She gets to be part of a child's life while she grows up. I think, deep down, she always wanted that even as we put off adopting a child during our wilder days. We had a fantasy with Nina where we imagined me trying to impregnate Nina. Even though she was on birth control, it turned all three of us on to play it out. Kate seemed to enjoy it the most, thinking back.”

Bailey slid her fingers down my arm as I slowly massaged her breasts. “And now Keekah is trying. I can't wait, Kal. Someone for Katie to grow up with? That will be great. She'll need some friends her age.”

“Yeah. I wondered what you thought about that. Don't want to steal your thunder, Kitten, if Keekah gets pregnant. I know you kinda like being the young mother around here.”

Bailey smiled, “I do... but you know me, I love sharing, especially with Keekah. We're kinda like sisters. Well...” She laughed.

“That's appropriate, given what Keekah does with her sisters.” We both laughed.

Bailey continued, “but, yeah... I think it's great that she is ready. I mean... she's young still, too, but after having Katie... I don't feel burdened, Kal. I still study with Amy and Keekah, been able to get work done around here. Katie's my joy, a bonus on top of the rest. Keekah's going to make a great mother.”

“She's not pregnant yet, that we know of. But, I suspect you're right. She'll make a great mother.” I kissed her lips. “You're a great mother, too. And I'm not the only one who thinks so. Kate told me the same thing. She's amazed at how maturely you've taken to the role, how easily you seem to manage it. You're a natural. Katie is a lucky girl to have you in her life.”

She smiled and purred against me, and for long moments I just held my young wife, the smell of our bodies, covered in sweat, cum, and breast milk rich and fragrant in our noses.

Kate slipped in after a while, a smile on her face, setting Katie on the changing table. She removed the soiled diaper and cleaned up my daughter, soon had a fresh one on. On her way out, Kate paused, smiled again, said, “you two are adorable together. Thanks for letting me watch. I was hoping I could see what you were like when it was just the two of you. I love you both so much.”

Bailey and I shared a smile, rested a few more minutes after Kate left with Katie in her arms, then rose wearily and went to wash up in the surf.

The others had been kicking around the soccer ball on the sand, laughing and chasing each other gaily, Kate watching nearby, rocking Katie gently. Bailey and I joined in. We drew a rectangle to mark goals and I took the role of goalie on a team with Bailey, Amy, Nina, and Poln, while Tok took the other goalkeeper role behind Hakee, Keekah, Mie, and Gale. Manu said she'd be the referee, and for the next hour, as the light grew dimmer, we wore ourselves out on the sand, having a wonderful time. I'm not sure who 'won' as we stopped keeping score at some point, but we really had a blast.

Settling in to bed that night, I noticed that Kate curled up next to Bailey again, something she seemed to love doing more and more. I slid in behind her, Keekah against my side, Amy on the edge with her arm over the dark-skinned girl, fingers lightly touching her stomach and mine.

One more day in paradise, I thought. One more day with those I loved. One more day to show Bailey and Kate, Katie, everyone, just how much I enjoyed sharing my life with them. I silently prayed to no one in particular that I could always find a way to share my love with all of them.