Kal, Male, 37

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

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

Kate, Female, 37

	- pre-disaster wife of Kal

	- 5'8, 150lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length curly red hair

Nina, Female, 26

	- pre-disaster triad with Kate and Kal

	- 5'4, 115lbs, light-brown tanned skin, straight shoulder-length brown hair

Bailey, Female, 14

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 5'4, 125lbs, 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

	- 5'5, 135lbs, mocha-brown skin, waist-length mostly-straight black hair

Gale, Female, 43

	- Survivor on Island of the Phoenix

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

Manu, Female, 33

	- 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, 18
 
	- 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, 12

	- 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

Tok, Male, 35

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, friend of Manu

	- 6'3, 205lbs, brown skin, shoulder-length wavy dark-brown hair

Amy, Female, 16

	- Stowaway from California

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

Katie, Female, 7 weeks

	- Daughter of Kal and Bailey, first baby born on island

	- Infant, beige skin, sandy red hair

“So what were you two doing last night that made Kate giggle when you came to bed?” Amy sat next to me after breakfast, the others off on chores. I was working with Amy on the design of the building connections after Tok's initial ideas for what should be done left out a few important details.

I didn't reply at first, just grinned.

“That good, huh?” She slapped her hands onto my leg, an indignant smile on her face. “Tell me! I want to know!”

“It was four of us, if you must know.”

“Ok, four. Tell!”

I laughed, said, “it involved piss.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Uh... what?”

“Piss, that thing you do at least a couple of times a day, comes out of your--”

“I know what piss is!” She eyed me with a look of mild disbelief. “You pissed together? That doesn't sound all that interesting, Kal...”

I shook my head, smiling. “It's more than just pissing, it's called watersports.”

Amy looked confused. “Like boats and stuff?”

“Not the same watersports. No, it's... sex... with piss...”

She looked thoughtful a minute, then wrinkled her nose, “eww...”

“That's why I didn't tell you.”

“Like... peeing on each other or something?”

“Exactly.”

“Why?”

I shrugged, “because it feels amazing, because we all enjoy it, because it involves sensations you can't get any other way.”

Amy sat back, her brows furrowed. “Peeing on each other... uhh...”

“If you want to try it sometime...”

“Uh... not likely... sounds gross...”

“I've caught you watching Bailey when she's pissing, didn't look like you thought that was gross.”

“Well... yeah, but she wasn't peeing on me.”

“Think about this... imagine you on your back, Bailey over you... her tongue swirling yours, her lips trembling... your lips trembling as well...”

“My lips don't tremble.”

I laughed, “ok, hers were trembling, not yours. You're kissing, running your hands over her breasts, they're leaking onto yours, you rub it in...”

“Sounds ok so far.” I could see that she was flushing and becoming aroused.

“She kisses your neck, sucks your nipples into her mouth. You're moaning and so is she... your body moves on its own, the smell of her on you, the way her breasts taste in your mouth...”

Amy's lips parted at the thought.

“Her hand moves down your side, getting closer. You want her to touch you there, want her to make your pussy wet...”

“Mmm-hmm...”

“She looks into your eyes, kisses you again... you feel warmth spread over your genitals, wetness, a flow of it, streaming over you there. It runs over your clit, making it hard, it slides down your slit.”

She sat uncertain a moment, trying to imagine it. “And she's peeing on me...”

“Yes. Just letting it go, kissing you, touching you, making your body tremble. And believe me, Amy, your body definitely trembles even if your lips do not.” She smiled and looked away. “You see the love in her eyes as her pee splashes over you.”

Her eyebrows raised quickly, then lowered, a small shake of her head. “Hmm... I dunno, Kal... you make it sound nice, but still seems kinda gross.”

“Maybe, Sweetie. You never have to do it if you don't want to. I think there are plenty of other things you and I can do.” I ran my fingers down her leg and back up, her thighs parting slightly. I smelled her arousal, could see her pubes glistening. She started to pant, then put a hand on my shoulder.

“Aren't we supposed to be working on something, my horny pervert?”

I grinned. “Let's get back to it.”

- - -

Manu had been feeling better that day, but she had a runny nose and congestion. “Just a cold, I think. I'll keep away from everyone for a couple of days. Mie and Pol will stay in Tok and Gale's hut tonight. Don't want them catching it.”

She kept her distance, blew her nose into a cloth. I ladled out a bowl of stew for her to take back to her hut for lunch.

I had Katie against my chest as I worked my way down to see how the fishing was going. Amy, Mie, Poln, and Hakee had lines in and a bucket nearly full of flopping fish. “Looks you're doing great today.”

Hakee smiled, said, “gonna try the new pit for smoking today, would you pull the racks out so that I can use them over the trench?”

“Surely. Anyone hungry? I can bring you bowls down if you want to keep fishing.”

Four heads nodded, and I strapped Katie into her swing for a few minutes while I shuttled stew to those at the shore.

- - -

“So I've been thinking...” Amy started as we washed laundry in the surf, Katie napping with Bailey, “about what you said earlier.”

“Which thing?”

“About the peeing, Kal, jeez.”

“Ok...”

“Not that it still isn't gross, but... I dunno...” She looked at me. “Guess I'm willing to try anything once, right? Maybe you'll want to try with me?”

I smiled at her. “Only if you want to.” I put the last blanket into the reed-stitched container which served as one of our laundry baskets. “Tell you what... we could start small. Need to go now?” She nodded. “Come on...” I took her hand, a grin on her face. I led Amy into the water and together we waded downstream to the East beyond our fishing grounds.

I turned her around and kissed her. She said quietly, “now what?”

“Now... we start by doing it underwater. That way, if you don't like it, the water washes it away and you don't have to feel uncomfortable.”

“Ok...”

I turned her around, pulled her butt against my groin, rested my half-hard penis in her ass crack. We rocked in the surf like that a moment, my cock growing harder each second. I said, “ok, now, when you feel ready, just start pissing.”

“Against you...”

“Yes.”

“If you say so... here goes...”

Amy's body tensed slightly, followed seconds later by a fluid warmth around my cock, then against my groin. I could feel her piss streaming out of her body and flowing against mine. She let out a small sigh. I held her hips, slowly rocking my length through her crack as her urine flooded me then quickly washed away. I loved feeling Amy like that.

By the time she finished, I knew she had already reconsidered her thoughts. “Mmm... that actually felt good...”

“To me as well... see how hard you got me?”

“I noticed. So... you pee on me now?”

“If you want that,” I replied.

“Do it, Kal.”

I pulled Amy against me so that my penis was nestled between the upper part of her ass cheeks, the tip of my cock held snuggly between my stomach and Amy's back. I ran my hands around and cupped her small breasts. “Here it comes.”

Piss rushed out of me, warm fluid trapped between us before being flushed away by the saltwater. I let my bladder empty, flowing strong as Amy stood very still, my urine running against her back for long moments before it finally slowed and stopped.

Amy turned suddenly, her mouth open. Her fist found my cock underwater, began stroking it fast. “Finger me, Kal... please...” She was trembling.

I found her hairy slit and pushed two fingers through her labia. Despite the saltwater, I could tell she'd gotten wet, slick, and felt myself swelling in Amy's hand as I rubbed her hard clit.

I groaned, suddenly close to release. Amy shuddered, her knees bending slightly as she grew close as well. Her hand shuffled on my length perfectly, just enough of a grip, my body humping against her fingers. Amy groaned, and I knew it was a race to see who came first.

I won. Or lost. However you look at, I moaned as I fired ejaculate into the water, Amy's hand deftly milking my semen out, only slowing when my fingers brought her to her own orgasm, her body shuddering, falling over my arm. She let go of my drooling cock and braced herself against my shoulder as my fingers stilled and cupped her sex.

She kissed me then, her eyes dancing with sparkles reflecting off the water. “Well... I never thought... that might feel good, but... that felt good, Kal... is that what you and the others did?”

“No... we did... more direct play... out of the water.”

“Oh... well...” she seemed to try to imagine of being out of the water and being peed on. “That did feel nice. I liked it, actually.”

I smiled, moved my fingers in her crotch, eliciting a small sigh and a tensing of her thighs. “I see that.”

“Maybe we can try something more... direct some time?”

“I'd like that. We'll see. Not something I want to do all the time, but it is fun. And I really enjoyed sharing that with you, Amy. Thanks for trying it with me.”

“My pleasure, Kal. My pleasure...”

- - -

Over the course of that evening and the next day, Hakee tested the smoking racks over the trench connected to the new fire pit. She was impressed with the results. She found mixing a layer of hot coals and a few burning pieces of wood produced the desired smoke levels and soon she was smoking any of the fish which didn't go into soups, stews, or skillets.

Rain moved in heavily after supper and we hastily gathered in the common hut. Manu was feeling much better, her cold improving, but she opted to stay one more day in her self-imposed isolation. I'd brought her hot cocoa and stew throughout the day.

I'd certainly worried, after how easily Hona had taken ill and died. Manu had no fever, thankfully, and outside of a few congested coughs and sneezing, she showed no other noteworthy symptoms.

I read to Mie and Poln, with Amy, Keekah, and Bailey curled up with me that evening in the common room, Kate sleeping in the hut Nina shared with Hakee. We were into the second book in the Harry Potter series, and as always, the twelve- and ten-year olds were caught up in the story.

The rain poured down outside, thunder and lightning lashing out. I heard the latter strike nearby, a whip-like cracking that had everyone's hair standing on end. Another hit further down the island, then one more somewhere within a few hundred yards of us. It was a bit frightening, really.

We'd been through dozens of similar storms, of course, but they really reinforced how vulnerable we could be. I paused my storytelling at one point to mention to Amy that we should see if we had metal which would work as a lightning rod, something we could ground and, hopefully, use as a way to 'encourage' the bolts of electricity to hit them instead of our huts. Amy jotted notes down and agreed we'd see if Tok or Hakee had any thoughts.

I loved thunderstorms, despite the uneasiness which came with them. Something about that powerful, unforgiving aspect of nature was awe-inspiring, and I found myself enjoying the juxtaposition of thunder and lightning outside with me reading calmly to Mie and Poln inside.

I turned the page and looked up, noticed that both had fallen asleep at my feet despite their best efforts. Bailey and Amy were cozy, as well, and the storm was unrelenting, so I pulled a blanket over us and let myself relax, the sounds of thunder and driving rain making it difficult to drift off completely.