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by Mortimer Snerd

    Chapter One

    I awoke slowly, feeling warm and wet.

    There was water sloshing gently around me.  A distant part of me knew
this was odd, but the sun was warm on my back, and I was very comfortable.
I drifted off to sleep again.

    I awoke violently the next time, coughing and sputtering.  The water had
sloshed too hard against my face, and I had gotten a sudden
nose-and-mouthful.  It was salty!  Spitting it out, I opened my eyes a
little.  The sun was still bright, and it hurt to open them too far.
Whatever I was lying on was bright white, painful to look at.  Putting my
hand out and feeling around me, I could tell what it was: sand.  Wet sand.

    I was on a beach somewhere, lying on the sand, in the edge of the water.
How this came to be was a complete mystery to me, at the moment.  It did
occur to me that I should probably get further up the beach, out of the
water, so that when the tide came in it wouldn't wash me away again.
Didn't want to float back out, I'd already done that too much.

    Now where did that thought come from?

    Didn't matter.  I got to my elbows and dragged myself up out of the
water, crawling on my belly, until I felt dry sand under me.  Then I
collapsed.  The sun was hot, and I could feel it drying me out already.  I
slept again.

    The next time I drifted awake, the sun wasn't quite so hot, and when I
tried opening my eyes, the white sand wasn't so painful to look at.  Must
be it was getting later in the day.  My limbs felt stiff, as if they'd been
working very hard or abused in some way, but I forced myself to roll over
and sit up.  The view in front of me was mostly blue, an expanse of ocean,
the horizon unbroken by anything else.  To my right and left, white sand
stretched off in either direction.  Behind me (Ow!  my neck was pretty
stiff, too!) there were palm trees.  What was this place?

    In a flash, it came back to me.  Shipwrecked!  I had been on a cruise
ship, one of hundreds of passengers on a South Pacific pleasure cruise.  It
had been an expensive gift from my parents, as a reward for completing
graduate school.  For me, the attraction hadn't so much been the cruise
itself, but the little-girl-watching I had intended to catch up on...  and
I hadn't been disappointed.  There were several families with children on
board, and the kids spent 99% of their time in bathing suits.  I had
mirrored sunglasses and a book, but I didn't read much of it.  And when we
stopped at Tahiti for a day, while the other male passengers stood with
their tongues out, ogling the bare-breasted women, I was busily watching
their half-naked daughters.  What a beautiful sight they'd been, with their
golden-brown skin, little mahogany nipples playing hide-and-seek through
long, raven hair!  Even in my current state, the memory started to give me
a hard-on...

    Anyway, we had sailed north out of Tahiti, and had been at sea for...
what?  a day?  two?  ...when a monster storm had taken us by surprise.
Normally, the ship would have been fine, but we must have been blown
off-course in the storm, and we struck some kind of reef.  The ship had
gone down quickly, too fast for anyone to get to the lifeboats.  We simply
had to jump into the water.  The lucky ones, that is.  Most of the
passengers had been down below, trying to stay dry, and they probably went
down with the wrecked ship.  I had come up to watch the storm for a bit,
along with a handful of other brave souls, and because of that, I had
lived.

    I remembered not being able to see anyone else, in the driving rain and
the high seas, and not knowing which way to swim, either, since there was
no land in sight.  I must have tread water for hours!  Eventually, one of
the doomed ship's lifeboats drifted by, and I pulled myself up into it.
This bought me some relief from having to swim constantly, but the little
boat was far from safe, in the rough, stormy seas.  Water had partly filled
the bottom already, and I had nothing to bail it out with.  Each time a
wave crashed into me, more water came in, until I was afraid the little
boat would simply sink like its mother ship.  But mercifully, the storm
broke first.  It was night, so all I could do was use my cupped hands to
get rid of some of the water, and then I fell into an exhausted sleep.

    Since I saw no sign of the lifeboat now, I have to assume that it did go
down, somewhere along the way.  Probably hit a barrier reef as I drifted
near this place, sinking and dumping me into the surf, where I eventually
sloshed ashore.  I don't remember that part, I must have been too exhausted
to care.  The next thing I could recall was waking up on this deserted
beach.  There didn't seem to be another soul in sight...

    Wait!  Was there something dark on the sand, further along the beach?  I
squinted, trying to make it out...  must be a half-mile away.  Another
person, in the same shape I was?  Hopefully, I got up and stood on my
wobbly legs, then began making my way up the beach.  As I got closer, I
could make out arms and legs.  Breaking into a trot (more like a fast
shuffle, as unsteady as I still was), I hurried toward the body, hoping
whoever it was had survived.  Must be someone small, I mused, as I
approached...  can't be more than 4 feet tall...  I finally reached the
spot, and saw that it was a young girl, couldn't have been more than 10 or
11, and 75 pounds soaking wet.

    She was lying with her face to the side, so I knelt next to her and
checked to see if she was breathing.  She was!  Excited at finding someone,
anyone else alive, I gently shook her by the shoulder, trying to wake her
up.  "Can you hear me?  Are you alright?" I asked her, over and over, but
she was out cold.  I sat down next to her for a minute, to catch my breath
and to ponder our situation.

    We appeared to be stranded on a deserted island.  At least, so far,
there didn't appear to be anyone else here.  We were going to have to
confront questions like food, water, shelter...  My "survival training" was
many years ago, in Boy Scouts, and I fought to remember what I could.  This
wasn't going to be easy.  But with any luck, we'd be found by a passing
ship and rescued, before too long.  For now, it was important that we just
survive the night, which was fast approaching, the sun dropping down behind
the palms.  I looked down at the unconscious girl next to me, and her
helplessness aroused some protective instinct in me.  I also couldn't help
noticing that she was quite cute...  long, brown hair, shapely young
legs... She had just a hint of early breast-development, and her wet
T-shirt let her brown nipples show through...

    How can you be thinking that way, at a time like this, I chastised
myself!  I tried to clear my head and concentrate on the immediate needs at
hand.  We needed to get to higher ground for the night.  Carefully picking
up the limp little girl, I carried her to what looked like a semi-sheltered
spot up by the tree-line, and set her down there.  The exertion added to my
fatigue, and after making sure the girl was comfortably settled, I lay down
next to her and immediately fell fast asleep again.

    Chapter Two

    When I awoke again, it was morning, the sun glittering off the blue
ocean.  For just a minute, all felt right with the world, but then the true
nature of things came back to me.  I sat up, stretching my sore back, and
looked around me.  The little girl was gone!  I could see the way the sand
was disturbed where she'd slept, so I knew she wasn't a figment of my
imagination.  Finally, I spotted her, quite a way up the beach.  At least
she's well enough to walk, I thought.  She appeared to be looking for
shells, stopping every so often and bending over.  Time for introductions,
I thought, and got up to make my way over to where she was prospecting.

    "Glad to see you're okay!" I called out, as soon as she was within
earshot.  "What's your name?"

    "Mindy.  Mindy Caldwell," she answered.  "What's yours?"

    "Brian McCarron," I told her, coming up to a stop about 6 feet from her.
She had a huge armload of shells!  Apparently she'd been awake for awhile.
"That's quite the collection you've got going, there."

    "I like seashells," she responded simply.  "I've never seen so many in
one place before!" Some of them really were beautiful, I had to admit.
Although I had to wonder what use they'd be, here.  I was sure Mindy didn't
have a good grasp of our true situation.

    "Mindy..." I began, unsure of how to proceed, "were your parents on the
ship with you?  Have you seen them since the storm?"

    "We're all on a vacation together, me, my Mom and Dad, and my little
brother.  I got out of bed to use the bathroom, and right after that, the
boat sank." So that's how she managed to survive!  I was sure her parents
weren't so lucky.  "I haven't seen any of them since I got here.  Have
you?"

    "Mindy, I don't know how to tell you this..." I began, quietly, "but a
lot of people died, when the ship sank.  So far, all I've seen is you and
me, on this island.  I don't think your parents and brother made it."

    I could see her lip starting to quiver.  "But...  what will I do?  Where
will I live?  How can they all go away and leave me?"

    Tears started to run down her cheeks, as it sank in.  I hated myself for
having to give her the news, and I wanted to comfort her.  "There, there,"
I said as soothingly as I could, moving closer and stroking her hair.
"Please don't cry.  I might be wrong.  How about if we go looking in a
little while, and see who else we can find?" I was reasonably sure this
would be futile, but you never knew...  and she seemed to need a little
hope to cling to, for the moment.  "Right now, I need to find something to
eat.  How about you?" Mindy sniffled, trying to suck it up, then she nodded
her head.

    In truth, my stomach was really beginning to rumble, having gone a day
and a half with no food.  And I had not a clue what there might be to eat,
here.  So Mindy and I set out to explore a little, finding what was growing
nearby.  "I see coconuts!" she exclaimed, grinning and pointing up into the
trees.  I'd never been crazy about coconut, but she was right, these would
probably become an important resource for us -- coconut milk to drink,
edible meat -- and they were everywhere.

    "I see bananas, too," I told her.  These trees seemed more plentiful the
further we got from the beach, although most of the fruit wasn't ripe, yet.
"And there are some berries over here that look like raspberries." Trying
one, I found that they were quite sweet, probably some variety of
blackberry.  In all, we found four or five decent things to eat, so we
gathered some of it, took it back to the beach, and tore into it.  The
coconuts turned out to be harder to crack than I thought they would be, but
eventually we got a few of them opened up.  "Let's save the shells, we can
use them for bowls later," I suggested.  They would be good for catching
water in when it rained, for one thing.

    After filling our bellies, we went off in search of other survivors.  I
also wanted to get a better idea of the size of the island we were on, even
if we found nobody else, as I suspected.  "You keep your eyes on everything
from the water's edge outward," I said.  "I'll look for anything up on the
beach or back in the trees." Mindy agreed, and we headed up the beach
side-by-side.  To help pass the time, we started in with small-talk, and I
quickly learned that Mindy had managed to latch onto one of the scattered
lifeboats, like I had.  This explained why there were only two of us alive
here...  nobody could have lasted that long without having found one.  I
also learned that she was just a few months past 10 years old.  As we
walked, I couldn't help stealing a few glances at her.  She really was a
little sweetie, her shorts showing off a nicely-rounded butt, her nowdried
T-shirt blowing softly about her slender waist.  If I had to be stranded on
an island with someone, I thought, God couldn't have been much more
considerate.

    A few times, there was a false alarm -- one of us would spy something
way up ahead, and we'd break into a run, only to find that it was a clump
of seaweed, or an old log.  After a couple of hours of this, Mindy was
beginning to get discouraged, when suddenly she spotted something in the
water, about 30 feet from shore.  "That looks like a person!" she
exclaimed, racing ahead.  As we got nearer, I could see that it indeed was
a body, but I was certain it wasn't alive.  Oh, Lord, I thought, don't let
that be part of Mindy's family!  Wanting to protect her from that horrible
possibility, I ran ahead of her, splashing into the surf to get to it
first. It was a blond woman, face down, and she was quite dead...  one of
her legs seemed to have been bitten off, probably by a shark, and when I
turned her over, her face was bloated, the eyes glazed white.

    "Don't come out, she's dead," I quickly called to Mindy, hoping to spare
her the horror.  "Does your mom have the same color hair as you?" I asked,
afraid of the answer.

    "Yes, she does," Mindy replied.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  "We all
have brown hair, but my brother's is a little darker."

    "Well, this isn't her, then." (Thank God!) "We should probably bury her
somewhere, I guess." The thought of handling the soggy corpse sickened me,
but I didn't feel right leaving the woman's body to be nibbled by gulls and
crustaceans.  So I pushed her as far as I could through the water, then
rolled her up onto the sand.  The sight bothered Mindy, so I had her turn
away while I dug a shallow grave in the sand, put the body in, and covered
it up.

    We went on our way, both of us feeling equally hopeless about finding
other survivors, now.  Mindy was subdued, the discovery of the dead woman
disturbing to her.  Silently, we trudged on, the sun's position changing
noticeably...  not just from the normal passage of the day, but also due to
the (now apparent) smallness of the island.  We were obviously beginning to
curve back in a circle, the sun hitting our faces now, where it had been at
our backs.  Finally, Mindy spoke up.  "We're not going to find anyone else,
are we?"

    "I don't think so, Mindy.  Looks like it's just you and me, kid!" I said
this with my best Humphrey Bogart accent, trying to cheer her up, but it
didn't work.  Mindy sort of withdrew into herself for awhile, not saying
another word.  Probably it was just sinking in that she'd never see her
family again, and I knew this would be a hard one for her to deal with.  I
just kept quiet after that.

    Finally, we seemed to have completed a full circle, and I started
looking for our original spot on the beach.  Sure enough, there were our
coconut shells.  None too soon, either...  we had been walking for most of
the day, and it was almost dark again!  "I guess we ought to settle in for
the night," I said, "I'm beat!  How about you?"

    "Me, too," she said, and I could see both fatigue and resignation in her
eyes.  "I'm not even hungry.  I just want to sleep." She plopped down on
the sand, looking wiped out.

    "Same here," I told her, as I sat down next to her.  "I know it's not
all that comfortable, just lying in the sand.  Why don't you put your head
on me?" I lay down and patted my chest, to show her what I meant.

    "If you wouldn't mind, that would be nice.  Thanks," she said.  I held
my arm out for her, then put it around her shoulder as she lay down with
her cheek against me.  Shortly, I began to feel her sobbing softly, the
depths of her loss sinking in.  There was nothing I could say to make it
better, so I just squeezed her shoulder and stroked her hair, letting her
work through her own grief.  After awhile, she drifted off to sleep, softly
snoring.  Before following her, I silently vowed to become Mindy's
protector, to keep anything else bad from happening to this sweet little
girl who had already endured so much.  Feeling noble, I slipped off into my
own deep sleep.

    Chapter Three

    In the morning, I awoke first, to find Mindy glued to my side...  not
only was her head still on my chest, but she had an arm over my stomach and
a leg in my crotch.  I had a hard-on, and it was pressing against her
thigh. I couldn't help it, the warmth of her body against me had done it in
my sleep.  But lying like this, my mind began racing with its usual
indecent thoughts.  I had looked at a lot of little girls, fantasizing all
sorts of things, but I had never touched one of them.  So to have one
draped against me as she slept was pretty exciting!

    I'd never been a "predator" -- which is to say, I would never force
myself on another person, under any circumstances.  So I have never been a
"danger" to anyone's kids, just a voyeur.  Personally, I could conceive of
situations where sex between adults and children could be a good experience
for both parties, and not "traumatic" at all...  if society wasn't so
hell-bent on preventing it.  The child might be quite happy with the
relationship, but the other adults would immediately freak out, making a
big deal of it, telling the child how someone had "taken advantage" of her
and how wrong it was, making sure the "predator" was locked up...  thereby
creating trauma where there was none.  So I knew that in the end, to act on
my fantasies would mean the child would be hurt, even if it wasn't me that
did it.  Not an option.

    But this...  it began to dawn on me that this was an entirely different
situation.  Here, there was no "society", there was only the two of us.  We
could make our own rules.  Unless we got rescued, that is.  And in truth,
that seemed a lot more unlikely to me, after our day of exploration and
some clear-headed thought.  If this island were known, it would be
inhabited; that was human nature.  That meant it was off the usual routes,
and small enough not to have attracted anyone's attention.  Mindy and I
were probably going to spend the rest of our lives here.  I looked down at
her small, sleeping body.  Well, I thought, if you're going to be marooned
somewhere, what better than to have the object of your fantasies marooned
with you?

    I knew that just because we were stuck here together didn't mean Mindy
would want to be my "girlfriend", though...  and I still would never force
myself on her.  So I'd have to take things slow, let her feel like she was
in charge.  Nothing said I couldn't help things along, though.  Let the
seduction begin!

    Stroking her shoulder, I gently woke her up.  "Good morning,
sleepy-head," I said quietly, "How are you feeling, this morning?"

    "Mmmm...  stiff and sore," she mumbled, as she stirred and then
stretched, yawning a little.  Self-consciously, she withdrew her arm and
leg from over me, muttering apologies.  "I didn't mean to be all over you,"
she said, sitting up.

    "That's okay, I didn't mind," I told her, sitting up myself.  "It was
really kind of nice, and I just wanted you to be comfortable."

    "You're a sweet man," she told me, and leaned over to give me a brief
hug.  "If I had to be stuck here, I'm glad it's with someone nice like
you." I hugged her back, feeling double that sentiment!

    I noticed then that we were both getting a little on the grungy side...
combination of dirt, sweat, and wearing the same clothes for two and a half
days.  Our hair was getting oily, and I needed a shave.  Not that I would
get one, anytime soon!  But we could do a little something about the rest
of it.  "Hey, I'm going to go for a swim, and wash some of the last few
days off me and my clothes.  Want to join me?" I asked.

    "Sure," said Mindy.  "We don't have any soap, but I guess we can rinse
pretty well.  I wish I had some different clothes!"

    "Me, too, but we don't," I said, getting up.  "We're just going to have
to make do with the ones we're wearing, I guess." I headed down toward the
water, and Mindy followed.

    The surf was very gentle, now that the storm had moved well away.  It
appeared that the same reef which must have broken up my lifeboat also
broke the waves, at least on this side of the island.  (I seemed to recall
that it was more violent on the other side.) The result was a
gently-rolling expanse of warm, blue water near the beach, into which I
waded, taking off my shirt as I went.  As I got in up to my waist, I
decided to take off my shorts and underwear, too, doing as thorough a job
as I could.  I glanced over at Mindy, about 10 feet away, who was a little
more self-conscious and hadn't taken off a thing, yet.  "I promise I won't
look," (right!) "if you want to take your clothes off, too," I called to
her.  "Easier to get them clean."

    "Only if you promise," she said, so I turned away as she hesitantly
began to slip off her shirt.  I went about my own business, "washing"
myself with the salt water, then rinsing and wringing out my clothes as
well as I could.  After a minute, I snuck a glance over at Mindy, who
seemed to have taken my advice.  She had a handful of her clothes, rinsing
them out, and I got a glimpse of her sweet, preteen body, her nipples
perched atop slight swellings, the beginnings of her young breasts.
Everything below them was underwater, and I could see heavily-refracted
bare legs and butt, before I turned away, afraid of her catching me
peeking. I'd seen enough to put my imagination into overdrive, though!

    I wanted to make Mindy more comfortable with the sight of skin, so I
deliberately walked back toward the beach without putting on my clothes.
Let her get an eyeful, I thought!  Once back onto the dry sand, I wrung out
my clothes thoroughly, then put them on, figuring the sun would dry them as
I wore them.  After getting all my wet things on, I turned to see what
Mindy was up to.  I caught her staring at me -- she had obviously watched
me dress -- then she blushed, finished up, and came out of the water, her
clothes already on.  Probably, she had never seen an adult male in the
nude, before, but she was just getting to that age where it begins to catch
your interest.  Nothing was said about it, but I could tell I had piqued
her developing curiosity about the human body.

    I suggested we eat something, and then think about building some kind of
shelter.  I wanted to get Mindy involved and make her feel like her opinion
mattered, so as we nibbled, I asked her, "Where do you think would be best
to build a shelter, here on the beach, or back inland a bit?" I already had
my own answer to this, but I waited while Mindy thought it over.

    "I guess back away from the beach would be better," she mused.  "Less
wind, and less danger from high surf than here on the beach, even though
it's pretty."

    Good girl!  "I think you're right," I said.  "Let's see if we can find a
good spot, as soon as you're done." I finished my food with one more gulp,
then stood up and waited for Mindy, who had eaten a little slower.

    The trees grew in a definite line, along the edge of the beach, and in
places, they were thick, like a jungle.  But there were spots where they
grew farther apart, and behind them were open areas of brush or grass.  We
scouted about for a bit, deciding on a grassy glade that sat back behind
about 50 feet of trees, well-protected but easily accessible from the
beach. This would make a good place to set up shop.

    I had Mindy look for vines and saplings to use for binding, while I
hunted down limbs and small trees that I could break off to make walls and
a roof.  It took us half the day, but we eventually built up a nice
stockpile of building materials.  Mindy helped hold things in place, while
I bound pieces together as firmly as I could.  Slowly but surely, we
started to raise a little lean-to, just big enough for the two of us to
sleep in.  Once we had a roof over it, we looked for large banana leaves
that we could lay across it to dry, which would work sort of like shingles
to keep the rain out.  There was enough wood left over for me to make a
rough floor, then I covered it with a thick layer of various leaves to make
it soft enough to sleep on.

    We stepped back to admire our handiwork, which had taken us most of the
day.  "What do you think, Mindy?  I say we make a pretty good team, don't
you?"

    Mindy got a big grin on her pretty face, and started to say something to
that same effect, when she put her foot down on a leftover limb.  It was a
crooked one I had discarded, and it flipped when she stepped on it,
throwing her off-balance and right into the path of the spinning limb.  It
caught her on the inside of her left thigh, the rough bark scraping her
tender skin as it hit her, and down she went in pain.
"Briiiiiiiaaaaaaaannnn!!" she hollered, holding her leg and crying.

    Damn!  I should have thrown that useless thing further away, I thought.
Too late, now.  "Let me see it, Mindy -- how bad are you hurt?" As I
reached her and rolled her to her back, I could see that she had a nasty
welt, but only minor bleeding...  one of those injuries that hurts like
hell but isn't serious.  I started talking to her gently, to calm her down.
"There, there, it's not so bad.  I'm going to take you down to the beach...
the salt water is good for it.  Hang on..." I picked her up easily, and
carried her into the water's edge, sitting her on my knee.  Carefully, I
took handfuls of seawater and drizzled them over the scrape.

    "That stings a little," Mindy sniffled, but apparently it only stung at
first, because she let me continue.  I had hold of her by the waist with
one hand, while the other kept sloshing the salt water over her leg.  Her
sniffles calmed down and then stopped, as she put an arm around my neck to
steady herself.

    This was my first chance to hold Mindy, other than when she slept
against me, and I couldn't help but notice her cute little body.  The
scrape was almost up to her crotch, so I had a good excuse for looking
there, as I ran the salt water over her injury.  Her shorts had gotten wet
while I worked, and the way she was sitting on my knee, the taut, wet
fabric showed me the outline of her pussy-lips.  The feel of her soft butt
sitting on my knee was exciting, too, and I started to get a hard-on.  Oh,
well, I thought...  if she sees it, she sees it!  But there didn't seem to
be much chance of that, for the moment.  She was facing the other way,
unaware of her effect on me, as I gently doctored her leg.

    As the pain subsided, Mindy put her other arm around my neck and hugged
me.  "Thank you," she said in my ear, "it feels a lot better.  You're so
nice to me, it's like having my mom or dad to take care of me.  You make me
feel safe."

    "Well, I can't replace them, but I do want you to feel safe," I said,
hugging her back.  "We're all we've got!" I pulled her away from me a bit,
and kissed her on the cheek.  Then I took hold of her face with both hands
and locked my eyes with hers.  "I'm not going to let anything bad happen to
you again," I promised her.  "A pretty girl like you needs a protector!"
She smiled at me then, and on impulse, I lightly kissed her on the lips.
That made her blush, and she hugged me one more time, long and hard.

    Lifting Mindy in my arms again, I stood and carried her back up the
beach.  (She was probably perfectly capable of walking, at that point, but
I was enjoying the chance to hold her way too much to pass it up!) It was
almost sunset, so I suggested we just go to our little "house" and catch
some sleep.  "Sounds like a good idea," she said.  "I'm pretty tired from
all that work."

    I laid her down on the pad of leaves, then sat down next to her myself.
It was a lot more comfortable than the sand had been, and I stretched out,
feeling my own fatigue.  "Why don't you take off those soggy shorts,
Mindy?" I suggested.  "It's got to be more comfortable without them, and
they'll dry overnight if you hang them outside."

    "I guess I could, if you don't mind seeing my underwear!" she giggled.

    "Oh, don't be silly," I chided her.  "Here, you can see mine, too!" With
that, I impulsively yanked down my shorts to expose my own white briefs.
Mindy got laughing uncontrollably, but she got over her inhibitions enough
to take my advice.  Laughing along with her, I took her shorts and hung
them from a branch of a nearby tree.  Her panties were wet, too, of course,
but I figured a single layer of fabric would dry faster than two together.

    As we settled in, I couldn't help admiring her sweet, young body again.
Her slender legs were all visible, now, all the way up to her hips.  Her
butt was softly-rounded, not too large and not too small.  She was just
beginning to narrow at the waist, as she approached puberty.  The outline
of her sweet pussy was clearly visible through the wet panties, and I
imagined what it would look like with one of my fingers gently slipping
between the lips...

    "Do you mind if I lay my head on you, again, Brian?" asked Mindy,
breaking my train of thought.  For a minute, I couldn't focus on the words.
Then I remembered, she had slept last night with her head on my chest.
Ahh...

    "Sure, that's fine," I said.  "Let me get myself comfortable, then you
can curl up with me." I remembered the warm, pleasant feeling of waking up
with Mindy glued to my side, and I certainly had no problem with her
wanting to make it a habit.  "Here you go..." I said, inviting her to lay
down next to me.

    As she lay down against my side, I put an arm around her and softly
squeezed her shoulder.  She snuggled closer, putting an arm over my
stomach. "This is nice," she said.  "I never had anyone to sleep with,
before."

    Well, you can sleep with me all you want, I thought!  "Goodnight, Mindy,
sleep well," I said quietly.  With her soft little body against me, I
watched her breathing slow down and even out, as she drifted off into
sleep, exhausted from the day's labors.  I gently stroked her hair and her
shoulder for a few minutes, then I followed her into oblivion.

    Chapter Four

    I was having a dream of some long-past girlfriend.  She was snuggling up
to me, and cupping my tingling cock in her hand, as I caressed her butt,
the gentle foreplay getting us ready for lovemaking.  There was the sound
of rain falling in the background.

    The veil of the dream lifted gauzily away, and I realized that it truly
was raining outside.  I opened my eyes, and saw that the hand on my cock
was real, also -- Mindy was slowly tracing the outline of my hard-on with
her fingers, as it bulged against my underwear!  What's more, the butt I
had in my hand was real: hers!  Apparently, she hadn't minded too much, and
was indulging her curiosity about my maleness.  Her head was still on my
chest, so she hadn't seen me wake up.

    Not wanting the moment to end yet, I kept my eyes mostly closed, in case
she turned around.  I gently squeezed her ass cheek, pretending to be doing
it in my sleep.  Mindy just kept cuddled against me, continuing to trace my
hard cock, then my balls.  Every move she made, I responded with another
languid squeeze of her sweet young cheek.

    I let this go on for a good while, but eventually I had to make a
decision...  I was beginning to ache with tension, and if I let her go on,
she was going to push me over the edge with her gentle stimulation.  So I
decided to put an end to it, for now.  Softly, I said to her, "What a nice
way to wake up in the morning!"

    Mindy quickly withdrew her hand, embarrassed.  Then she turned to look
at me, blushing a little and trying to pretend it had never happened.
"Good morning!  Look at it rain, today!" she said, changing the subject.

    It really was pouring, out.  I took a moment to consider how well our
little hut was doing, keeping us nice and dry.  Reluctantly, I removed my
hand from Mindy's bottom.  "Yeah, I'm glad we built this yesterday.  So
much for your shorts drying out, though." I pointed out the tree we had
hung the shorts over, and of course they were thoroughly soaked.

    Mindy groaned in frustration.  "Well, I guess you'll have to put up with
my underwear, today," she giggled.

    "Not a problem, I'll leave my shorts off too, so you won't feel alone.
How's your leg doing?"

    "Lots better," she replied.  "The salt water must have helped it, just
like you said."

    I knelt down to look at it, making sure to spread her legs wide apart as
I took my time "examining" her.  There was barely even a welt left, but it
made a good excuse to run my hand over her inner thigh, getting so close to
her pussy that I could feel her heat.  "It looks fine," I finally told her,
giving her knee a final squeeze.  "The doctor says you're cured."

    Mindy giggled again, a little self-conscious over sitting so
spread-eagled in front of me, I think.  As she gathered herself up, I
announced that I was going out to collect us some food.  "You stay here,
there's no point in both of us getting wet," I told her.  "I'm going to
leave my clothes here, so I don't get them soaked.  Guard the fort!" With
that, I shuffled to the front of our hut, sitting on the edge as I removed
my shirt and deposited it on the floor.  Then I stood up and removed my
underwear, just as I stepped away, tossing them back into the hut as I
left. Mindy probably got another glimpse of me, which was just as well.

    Having woken up with Mindy stroking me, then being treated to feeling up
her leg, my hard-on had never really gone away.  The pent-up sexual tension
of the past few days had built to the point of blue balls.  I quickly got
well-away from the hut, went behind some brush, and jerked myself to a
less-than-satisfying climax within about 30 seconds, with images of Mindy's
young body filling my mind.  Feeling somewhat relieved, I went on in search
of our breakfast.  My erection finally went away, and I could think more
clearly.

    Since it was raining, today would be good for filling up our coconut
shells with drinking water.  That would be a welcome change from coconut
milk!  So after picking an armload of berries and things, I went back to
the beach and found where we had left the emptied shells from yesterday and
the day before.  I used them to carry the berries back to the hut,
approaching from the side and reaching around the corner to empty them,
letting Mindy see me only from the waist up.  Then I set the upturned
shells out in the rain, grabbed my underwear and pulled them on quickly
before climbing back in.  I pulled on my shirt last, as I entered.  My
clothes obviously got a little wet, but not the way they would have if I
hadn't taken them off before going out in the rain.

    Mindy had obviously been interested in seeing me naked again, as I
caught her peeking at me while I dressed.  Once more, she blushed and
pretended not to be interested.  I played along, simply dividing up the
food and starting to eat.  She joined in, helping me put it away in short
order.

    It seemed like one of those days where it plans to rain all day long, so
Mindy and I had to while away the time with small talk.  She really was a
bright little girl, and it was easy to carry on a good conversation with
her.  I was even able to put my sexual attraction to her out of my mind,
for awhile.  We passed most of the morning this way, as the rain continued.


    Eventually, the conversation hit a lull, both of us talked out.  We sat
in silence for a bit, just listening to the incessant rain.  Suddenly, out
of the blue, Mindy asked, "Why does your thing get hard, sometimes?"

    I was startled by the up-front question, but I had been expecting --
longing!  -- for her curiosity to surface at some point.  So I quickly
tried to compose myself, and answered, "It happens whenever I'm with a
pretty girl, or at least thinking about one."

    "Were you having a dream about a girl, this morning?" she asked.

    "I think so," I said.  "But after I woke up, it was the pretty girl next
to me that kept it hard."

    Mindy blushed a deep red.  "And how about yesterday morning, before we
went in the water?"

    "Same thing.  It was nice waking up with you wrapped around me."

    "You really think I'm pretty?" she asked shyly.

    "Prettier than any of the girlfriends I've had before," I told her.  "On
a scale of 1 to 10, you're an 11."

    "But I don't even have boobies!" she giggled.  "Don't you like girls
with big boobies?  Mine are tiny!"

    "The correct term is 'breasts'," I told her pedantically, "and I think
yours are just fine.  Okay, maybe you're not an 11, just a 9-and-a-half.
But I'd be your boyfriend any day." There, I'd said it.

    Mindy blushed again, and seemed lost for words briefly.  Then she
changed the subject back to her original line of questioning, not ready to
deal with the concept of the other, just yet.  "I've seen my little
brother's thing, before, when he was younger and we used to take baths
together.  I never saw his get hard like that, though.  Plus, his was a lot
smaller than yours.  I saw yours for a minute, today in the rain and
yesterday on the beach, and it's really big."

    Now it was my turn to blush!  "Well, it's not all that big..."

    "Can I look at it?" she asked quietly, her big, brown eyes pleading with
me.

    I thought for a minute.  "I'll let you look at it, if you let me look at
yours," I bargained.

    "But I don't have one, silly, I'm a girl!"

    "What you have is a lot more interesting than what I've got.  Do we have
a deal?"

    "Well, okay, I guess that's fair," she agreed.

    Slowly and deliberately this time, I pulled my underwear down, over my
genitals, and off at my feet, leaving me bare from the waist down for
Mindy's inspection.  I was beginning to get hard already, just thinking
about what we were doing!

    Mindy was fascinated, leaning over to examine me in detail, asking me to
spread my legs apart so she could see my balls, too.  "Can I touch it?" she
asked.

    Please do, I thought!  "You already did, this morning," I told her.
"That was okay with me, and so is this.  Go ahead."

    With no further encouragement, she put her hand on the shaft of my
penis, running her fingers down its length.  I was immediately hard as a
rock, feeling her small, cool fingers on my sensitive underside!  She
gently handled the head of my dick, my balls...  then she settled into
something like the motion she had been making this morning as I awoke,
tracing lightly up and down my length.  My breathing got deeper, then
faster, as she played with me.

    "I guess I do make you get hard," she conceded.  "Does this feel good to
you, when I do this?"

    "So good, so nice..." I mumbled, only halfway in control, "but I think
you'd better stop for now..." I gently pushed her hand away.  If she'd kept
it up much longer, I would have had to throw her to the floor and fuck her
silly.  And I didn't want her first sexual experience to be getting raped!

    "Okay, I guess it's your turn, now," she said.  "But what I have is
boring!" With that, she unceremoniously yanked down her underwear, exposing
her beautiful little pussy to me.

    I was transfixed.  Ever since I could remember, I had lusted after girls
just like this, and now I was all alone with one that was letting me look
at her body.  Mindy sat with her legs in a wide "V", leaning back on her
arms.  I scooted over closer, sitting between her knees, to get a better
look.  "Can I touch yours, too?" I asked.

    "I guess, if you promise not to tickle!" she cautioned.

    "You didn't tickle me, so you should trust that I'm not going to tickle
you," I told her.  Carefully, I touched her there.  Her pussy was smooth
and hairless, so soft and warm to my fingers as I caressed it.  This was
like a dream, it was so hard to believe what was happening!  I slowly
traced the outline of her labia, and as my fingers passed near her clit, I
pressed gently, to see what would happen.  Mindy stiffened a little, and I
heard her take a deep breath.  "Does it feel good to you, when I touch you
there?" I asked.

    "Oh, yes!" she hissed.  "It makes me feel all tingly!"

    "See, this isn't boring, is it?" I asked rhetorically.  "Spread your
legs a little further, would you?" Mindy complied immediately, letting me
know she was really getting into this!  Her pussy lips opened up before me,
showing her beautiful pink quim.

    I noticed that Mindy's lubrication had kicked in, so I slipped a finger
between her lips, slid it carefully downward, and found her virgin
love-hole.  Slowly, I worked my middle finger into her moistness, while the
heel of my hand pressed against her clit.  Her eyes were closed, and her
respiration was deepening, as I showed her what pleasure her "boring"
equipment could bring.

    I briefly debated taking her to an orgasm, but I decided it was best to
leave her wanting more, for now.  So I reluctantly pulled my finger out,
giving her pussy one last, loving squeeze before leaving her to catch her
breath.  I caught a whiff of her love-juices, and it was intoxicating.

    "That was really nice!" Mindy said, after a moment, opening her eyes.
"Is that how I made you feel, this morning?"

    "Something like that," I replied.  "It made me want to pull you over and
kiss you."

    "I'll kiss you now," she said shyly.

    Such a tender invitation!  I moved closer to her, cupped her chin in my
hand and leaned down to her, pressing our lips together once, twice, and
then locking with her in a deep kiss.  Mindy proved to be a fast learner,
responding to me with ease.

    She broke off after a minute or so, gasping for air.  "I can't hold my
breath that long!" she complained.

    "Breathe through your nose, while we're together.  That way we can kiss
as long as we want to," I advised her.  Then I connected with her again,
drawing her to me hungrily.  Mindy put her arms around my neck, and I drew
her over onto my lap.  She straddled me with her legs to either side, her
own hunger beginning to grow, her pussy hot against my pubic hair, my hard
cock nestled between the soft, young cheeks of her ass.

    Mindy pulled back for a second and looked me in the eye.  "Does this
mean you're my boyfriend?" she asked.

    "Mindy, dear, I've wanted you to be my girlfriend since the moment I
found you lying on the beach.  Nothing would make me happier!" With that, I
pulled her to me again, both of us eager to taste each other.

    This was already beyond my wildest imagination!  I had hungered after
cute little 10year-old girls for years...  now, I had one all to myself,
and we were making out like new lovers.  What's more, she was sitting
half-naked in my lap, her shyness a thing of the past.  At the moment, I
was awash with such pleasure that I wasn't even thinking any further.  If
we could have stayed just like that for the rest of my life, I would have
died a happy man.

    Chapter Five

    Mindy and I made out that way for a long, long time, silently enjoying
our new-found closeness.  I took hold of her by the ass-cheeks and cupped
them in my hands, gently fondling my young lover, unable to believe my good
fortune.

    The lubrication from her moist pussy began to spread out, and I soon
found that I could slide back and forth in her cleavage.  She murmured in
my ear, indicating her approval, and she began pressing her pussy against
me as well.  The heat between us was building like a runaway fire, with no
way to stop it even if we wanted to.

    What a passionate, responsive lover this little girl was turning out to
be!  Under any other circumstances, she would have been denied the chance
to discover this side of herself, and she'd have had to wait until society
thought she was "ready".  Instead, here she was sitting in my lap, her
awakening sexuality more than a match for my own.  And there would be
nobody to prevent her from going as far as she wanted to go.  I was in
heaven!

    My pubic hair was getting soaked with Mindy's juices, and the aroma of
sex was strong between us.  I could feel myself getting close to the edge,
but I didn't want to go there alone, this time.  So I put one hand between
us, reaching down to stimulate her clit.  Mindy groaned and pushed hard
against me, which pinched me between her cheeks at the same time.

    That was all I could take...  suddenly, my balls tightened up and I
came, shooting my load out behind the little girl.  At the same time, I
reflexively pushed hard on her clit, and she went into her first young
orgasm, bucking her supple, 10-year-old hips against me.  She broke off our
kiss and leaned back slightly, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, as she rode
out our mutual peak.  Her young ass squeezed me rhythmically, her juices
and our sweat allowing me to pump hard between her cheeks, as I squirted my
own fluids into the mix.

    Finally, Mindy collapsed against me, hugging me hard, obviously spent.
"What was that?" she gasped.  "It was wonderful!"

    "That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do for each other," I replied,
finally catching my own breath.  "And I want to do it with you a lot.
You're such a sexy little thing!"

    "So that's 'sex'?" she asked.  "I've heard the older girls talk about
it, but I never knew what they meant."

    "There's more to it than that," I told her, "but it's a good start.  I
hope I made you feel as good as you made me." I pushed her upright enough
to give her another quick kiss.

    "No one's ever made me feel that way," she said, "and I want it again!"
She started to wiggle her hips against me, once more, her youthful female
energy already prepared for more.  But suddenly, something occurred to
me...

    "Hey...  it's stopped raining!" In fact, the sun was even about to come
back out.  Somewhere in the midst of our lovemaking, the rain had quit, and
the sky was becoming bluer by the minute.  "Want to go for a swim?  We can
wash all this sweat and stuff off us."

    "Sounds good," she said, "but afterwards, we're coming right back here!
No excuses!"

    This little 10-year-old had sure gotten hot in a hurry!  But I hardly
minded.  "Just one thing, before we head down to the beach," I said.  "Can
I see your breasts?  The ones you think aren't good enough for me?"

    "Oh, why not?" she replied.  "You've seen the rest of me, haven't you?"

    So I helped her lift up her T-shirt, taking it on up and over her head.
In front of me now was the most gorgeous pair of young, barely-developing
mounds.  They had just begun to swell, soft outlines of what her breasts
would become in time.  Her areolae were small but well-defined, a light
brown against her ivory chest, and slightly puffy.  The nipples themselves
were hard, from her recent orgasm.  I touched one of them lovingly.  "Such
a beautiful sight!  Mindy, these are the sweetest, sexiest breasts I've
ever seen!"

    She blushed again, but she obviously appreciated the fact that her
"boobies" didn't have to be huge to impress me.  Quite the opposite!  I
kissed one of them tenderly.  "Mmm...  I'll let you kiss them all you want,
later," she murmured.  "But right now, let's go for that swim.  You're
right, I feel sweaty and gross."

    We disengaged and scooted to the edge of the hut.  I took off my shirt,
the only article of clothing left on either of us...  Mindy was already
naked.  "We can just leave our clothes here," I suggested.  "We won't be
swimming in them, anyway."

    "Then let's go!" she said, taking my hand.  We dashed through the trees
and onto the beach, Mindy's long brown hair flying behind her.  The water
was refreshingly cool, after the long rainstorm, and we splashed and played
in it like two little kids.  After wearing ourselves out, I dove under and
came up close to Mindy, putting my hands on her hips as I settled to my
knees in front of her.  This put my mouth right at the level of her
breasts, and I took one in my mouth, suckling gently on her.  She tasted
salty from the water, but mainly it was the taste of her sweet, young skin
that I noticed.  I was growing to love that taste.

    Mindy put her arms around my head and hugged me to her, murmuring
softly. Then she dropped to her own knees, bringing our mouths within reach
of each other, We kissed tenderly, with the water lapping gently around us.
"My sweet, beautiful island princess," I mused out loud, stroking her hair.
"I'm so glad we got stranded here together."

    After holding each other for a few minutes, we decided to get out.  I
took my little lover in my arms and carried her up onto the beach, then
back to our hut.  We paused to drink from our rainwater-filled coconut
shells (which was very refreshing!), then scrambled back into the hut.  Our
clothes lay forgotten as we came into each other's arms again, kissing
passionately.

    It had already been late in the day, by the time the rain quit, and now
it was nearly sundown.  But time didn't matter to us at that point, we were
too focused on touching each other, holding our bodies close, enjoying
pleasures like none I'd ever experienced.  We found ourselves humping
together like before, with my cock sliding between her soft ass-cheeks, my
cum mixing with her juices as we both climaxed again.

    As twilight deepened, I lay next to her, my equipment resting as I
fingered her to another orgasm (her hymen was flimsy, and I penetrated it
without her even noticing), suckling on her breasts at the same time.  She
was learning what to expect as she neared her peak, and she began to
encourage me with wordless moans of ecstasy, along with the occasional
"Yes!!  Yes!!!"

    It was almost dark when I took her beautiful, hairless pussy in my
mouth, tasting her heavenly young quim for the first time.  My tongue found
her love-hole as I buried myself in her sweetness, hungrily drinking her
in. She came to a furious orgasm that way, her hips lifting her off the
floor as she jammed herself into me over and over.

    As night fell completely, I took her back into my lap again.  It was
pitch-black, but we didn't need to see each other for our lips to connect,
now.  This time, after sliding my rejuvenated hard-on through Mindy's moist
cleavage, I pulled it back and slipped it in between her pussy-lips.  I
made sure I was at her entrance, and began to wiggle myself in.  Her vagina
was tight, but her quim was well-lubricated and we were both eager.  The
head of my cock slowly made its way into her heat, gently stretching her as
I entered.  Mindy realized what I was up to, and she began to push
downward, recalling the pleasure my finger had given her, trying to get
this larger "finger" up into her body.  Her hot moistness began to take me
in deeper, pushing aside the remains of her membrane without much of a
fanfare.

    As my throbbing shaft slowly inched its way up into her delicious,
pre-teen tightness, Mindy groaned lustily, her arms clasped around my neck,
her hips pushing hard against me.  A shiver went up my spine, as her young
body took me in all the way, her wonderful heat holding me captive.  Beyond
my wildest imagination, I was actually fucking a 10-year-old girl!

    And somehow, it felt like Coming Home.  That was the thought that went
through my mind at the moment of our complete union.  Mindy's hot, young
body had welcomed me in, squeezing me, loving me.  Good God, she felt
heavenly!  This was where I belonged.

    We held each other that way for only a few minutes, and then I tried
slowly pulling out and pumping in.  The tight walls of her pre-teen cunt
gripped me hard enough that only limited motion was possible, but "limited"
was good enough.  We began to hump each other again, only a few strokes
needed before her muscles clamped onto me, wrenching me into another
orgasm. I jammed my throbbing cock into her, and it pulsed against her
cervix as I shot my own hot fluids deep into my young lover's body.  Mindy
hung onto me tightly, rhythmically squeezing the base of my shaft, milking
me until there simply was no more.

    After our hearts quit pounding, I peeled her away from me enough to find
her lips again.  "I think I'm in love," I told her, after a short, tender
kiss.

    "Me, too!" she sighed, and then our lips locked hard, my cock still
buried deep inside her, holding each other tightly in the absolute
darkness.

    Wordlessly, we rolled to our sides, and I finally pulled out of her with
a wet plop.  She cuddled up against me in what was becoming "our" position,
head on my chest and an arm over my stomach.  I cradled her soft, young
body in the crook of my arm, stroking her tenderly.  "Sweet dreams, my
love," I whispered, as we both quietly fell asleep, done in by our
lovemaking.

    Chapter Six

    In the morning, Mindy and I awoke at nearly the same time, stretching
and yawning together.  I pulled her on top of me, my rapidly-hardening dick
assuming its position between her legs.  We kissed and nuzzled lightly,
both of us fondly remembering the previous night.  My cock was aching to be
back inside her!  But with the day being fresh and bright, we decided to go
for a swim before doing anything else.  So we made our way back to the
beach and plunged in, rinsing ourselves off as thoroughly as possible.

    We got playing, again, splashing and horsing around like before, but
after a few minutes, it became more like foreplay.  Mindy would splash
water in my face, temporarily blinding me as she playfully gave my cock a
tug.  I responded by soaking her, then reaching under and grabbing her
crotch before she could defend herself.  One of these times, I didn't let
go, holding her by the "V" of her body and gently fondling her.  She took
hold of my dick, which had grown harder from our playing, and our eyes met.
I dropped to my knees in the water and began to kiss her, as she wrapped
her slender legs around my back.  With the slippery salt water to help, she
quickly swallowed my grateful shaft with her smooth, young body, taking me
back up into her exquisitely tight, pre-teen heat.  We made love there in
the water, my hands holding her ass while her legs pulled us together,
jamming me hard against her cervix.  When her cunt clamped down on me, she
pulled me over the edge with her.  We locked hard, our pelvises grinding
together as my cock throbbed inside her, filling my dreamy little lover
with spurt after spurt of my semen, there in the blue water.

    The rest of the day was spent in a blur of lovemaking with my hot little
pre-teen princess.  Her energy had no bounds, now that she knew what sexual
pleasure was, and her hunger for it consumed us both.  If my cock wasn't
buried deep inside her, it was resting while my fingers or my mouth did the
work.  We fucked in the water at least two or three more times.  We fucked
back in the hut, in the afternoon shade.  We fucked on the beach, with her
lying on top of me.  I don't think we ever ate anything that day, our
stomachs forgotten completely.  We fucked into the night, fell asleep
entwined, woke up in the morning and fucked some more.  We couldn't get
enough of each other, and it went on and on.

    In the middle of the next night, I awoke to the feeling of Mindy's lips
on my penis.  Apparently she had made the connection that since I was
capable of loving her with my mouth, she ought to see if the reverse were
true.  As I grew rock-hard, I babbled to her, telling her how good she
felt, how wonderful she was...  I took hold of her head, gently pushing
deeper into her mouth, unable to believe I was getting a blow-job from my
10 year-old sweetie!  In very short order, I came explosively, the first
few squirts going into her mouth, which I wouldn't have asked her to do.  I
felt her lips release the swollen head of my cock, but then quickly slip
down the underside of my shaft, sucking on me at the base.  With her hands
around my balls and the other side of my cock, I came until she had drained
me.  Then I pulled her to me and kissed her, tasting my cum on her lips,
gently fingering her as we both dropped back into a satisfied sleep.

    The next morning, I awoke first and pulled Mindy on top of me.  We made
slow, tender love, that time, stretching it out simply to enjoy our
physical union.  The orgasms were almost an afterthought, inevitable but
not the goal.  The feeling of being deep inside her tight, young body was
simply so incredible, I would have been happy to stay there for the rest of
my life.

    After we both came, I decided it was time for another swim...  Mindy's
hair had my cum in it, from the night before, and we were both sweaty
messes.  Unwilling to pull out of her yet, though, I had her hold on with
her legs, arms around my neck, and I carried her down to the water with my
cock still inside her.  That made her giggle, calling me her "royal
chariot".  Once we were in the water, we kissed deeply, then finally
separated, rinsing ourselves off well before climbing out and heading back
to the hut.  Once we were back in the hut, though, we started in all over
again.

    We lost track of the days, for awhile, we were so lost in each other.
Probably a solid week passed this way, until our passion began to settle
down to a simmer, and we could think about other things, anything other
than getting it on with each other.  We discovered that we were both
ravenous, for one thing, and we couldn't remember the last time we'd eaten
something.  So we did our gathering routine again, then ate until we were
full.

    After finishing off with some coconut milk, I had a thought.  "We ought
to find some way to keep track of the days," I pointed out.  "Just to know
what part of the year it is, when our birthdays come around, that sort of
thing..."

    "We could make a calendar by scratching on a smooth tree," she
suggested. That sounded like a good idea, so I started scouting around for
a sharp rock, and a smooth enough tree to use it on.

    Finding both, I encouraged Mindy to take charge of this project,
interested to see how she'd do.  She took the rock and threw herself into
it, making one long, continuous rectangle down the tree trunk, then
dividing it into twelve months.  As I watched her fill in the weeks and
days, I was fascinated by her work...  so precise, so intent on what she
was doing.  She really was a special little girl, in more ways than one!

    Finally, she stepped back.  "Okay, now where do we start?" she asked.

    I didn't understand the question.  "Start with what?" I asked.

    "Where do we start counting from, I mean," she explained.  "I know what
day it was when we left on our trip, it was June 29th.  We got on the boat
that morning.  Do you know what day it was when we left that last island,
the one with all the naked people?"

    "Tahiti?" I replied, remembering it fondly, although it already seemed
like another lifetime.  "That was our third stop, which was about 4 days
into the trip...  it would have been about July 3rd."

    "Which means the boat went down that night," she said, as she struck off
the appropriate number of days.  "We woke up here the next day, which means
it was the Fourth of July."

    "Yeah, but how many days have we been here?" I asked.  "I can account
for the first 3 or 4 days, but after that, it gets kind of fuzzy."

    Mindy blushed a bit, which was still a lovely sight.  "Let's say we've
been here about 10 days," she suggested.  "Does that sound about right?"

    "Sounds about as close as we're going to get, I think.  I was a little
preoccupied for most of that time."

    She giggled, striking off enough days to account for our "honeymoon".
It put us at July 14th.  "So I guess we just start from there," she said,
brushing off her hands.

    I was filled with pride for my little girlfriend.  Smart, sensible, and
sexy too!  I picked her up in my arms.  "Let's go celebrate 'Happy July
14th'," I said, carrying her toward the hut, my hard-on deciding it had had
enough time off and needed to slip into something more comfortable.  By the
time we got there, I had one of her nipples in my mouth, a finger up into
her pussy, and she was breathing hard.

    Chapter Seven

    The days passed quickly, from that point on.  We decided to expand our
small hut, slowly growing it to a 3-room "house"...  giving us more living
space for those rainy days.  I found enough rocks to build a fire-pit, and
after struggling a long time to get something burning, we kept that going
pretty much all the time.  It gave us the flexibility of cooking meat, and
I started to hunt some of the birds that hung around the island, using a
spear I made by trimming a tree branch.  (I used the same sharp rock that
had created the calendar.) I also started to fish, a bit; there were often
schools of fat fish that swam through the water near the beach, and they
were easier to catch than the birds.  Mindy had been reluctant to eat the
fish, but once I coaxed her into it, she loved it.

    We both developed deep tans, which were pretty uniform over our entire
bodies, since we had done without clothes since those first days.  (What
was the point?  We would have spent half our time taking them off each
other again!  Besides, they had gotten pretty dirty, and no amount of
rinsing in the sea could really do the job.  We stored them away in a
corner of our little house.) I don't know how the tan looked on me, but on
Mindy, it was gorgeous.  Her long brown hair now fell across golden
shoulders, teasingly obscuring her nipples from time to time -- it reminded
me of the little Tahitian girls, although Mindy was far more beautiful.

    We almost never went a day without having sex twice or more, at least
for the first several weeks.  After that, once a day became more normal,
with occasional "orgy" days where neither of us could get enough.  Some of
those days, we never got out of the house, christening each room for good
luck.  Others, we never got out of the water.  I didn't think I would ever
get tired of being with my little doll.

    Sometime in February (which felt just like July, here so close to the
equator), Mindy was striking off a day on the calendar, as usual, when she
suddenly exclaimed, "Hey!  Today's my birthday!  I'm 11 years old!" It was
February 23rd, it so happened.

    I looked at her closely.  She still looked like my gorgeous little
10-year-old...  except, wait...  weren't her breasts a little fuller?  Now
that I thought about it, I started to notice the little changes that happen
under your nose, when you're with someone every day.  Her hips looked a
little rounder, her waist a little narrower than I remembered.  Come to
think of it, hadn't she grown a bit taller, too?  Seems like when she sat
in my lap now, I didn't have to bend down quite so low to kiss her.  And
she seemed able to reach the top of her calendar without stretching at all,
now.

    I had been noticing that her pussy-lips had grown fuller, but I'd
attributed that more to our sexual activity than her growing up.  Probably,
it was a little of both.  She was still smooth and hairless down there, and
I knew she hadn't started menstruating yet.  But I knew it couldn't be
long, now.  I decided we needed to have a talk.

    "Mindy, you know I love you, don't you?" I opened by asked her.

    "Of course I do...  and I love you, too!" she replied, coming to me and
giving me a hug.

    I sat down and leaned against a tree, inviting Mindy to join me.  "There
are some things that change as you grow up, and we need to talk about them.
But the most important thing of all is this: I will always love you.  I
want us to have children together.  I would want to spend the rest of my
life with you, even if we do get rescued, someday.  This may sound a little
stupid, after all these months together, but Mindy -- would you marry me?"

    She threw her arms around me tightly, and said, "Yes!  Oh, yes, Brian! I
wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else!" Her eyes
glistened moistly, obviously touched by what I'd said.

    I gently peeled her away, a little.  "There's more to it than that, my
love.  Pretty soon, you're going to be able to start having babies.  Are
you ready for that?  Did your mom or dad ever talk to you about those
things?"

    "Are you kidding?  I asked my mom a few times, but she kept saying she'd
talk to me about it 'when I was ready'.  I guess she never figured I was
'ready', because all I know is the stuff I've picked up from listening to
the older girls talk.  Most of that was about having sex, not babies.  And
once in awhile, I'd hear one of them talk about 'having her period'.
What's a 'period'?" she asked, with a quizzical tilt of her head.

    How typical that Mindy's uptight parents hadn't wanted to get into
"birds and bees" with their daughter, leaving her to piece together all the
misleading bits of information she could pick up from friends.  By the time
they'd have finally gotten around to it, it would have been too late to be
of any help.

    I took a deep breath, and plunged into a detailed discussion of the
female reproductive cycle, filling in all the gaps in Mindy's knowledge.
She asked intelligent questions at several points, and it took a few hours
to cover all the ground.  She was surprised to learn that the "white stuff"
I squirt out when we make love is what causes a baby to start growing, and
she wanted to know why that hadn't already happened.  I certainly had
pumped enough of it into her body!  "Sometimes, it happens at your age," I
said, "but usually a girl can't get pregnant until she's having regular
periods.  That's like the 'ready' light for your eggs."

    "Is that why parents don't like to talk about it when you're little?
They figure it doesn't make any difference until you need to know?"

    "Parents are always uptight about their kids' sexuality.  In truth,
we're ready for sex a lot sooner than they like to admit.  You became a
regular mink at 10, for example." (I didn't tell her that if we'd been back
home, she would have been sent away to a school for "problem" girls, and I
would have been beaten to death in prison by convicted rapists.) "But
parents can't deal with that, and they try to shelter their kids from
finding out about sex, until the issue is forced on them when their
daughter starts menstruating.  By then, you've heard all kinds of tidbits,
and maybe half of it is true, if you're lucky."

    I hesitated a minute.  "Do you still want to have children together, now
that you know the whole story?" I asked her.

    She hugged me.  "I want to have lots of them!  Each of them will be part
you and part me, and we'll love them all.  And," she added, "I want us to
teach them about sex when they're young, so they can learn to enjoy it,
like I did!"

    What a dream come true!  We'd populate this little island with our own
children, and their children.  And they'd all grow up free from the sexual
hang-ups most kids have to labor with.  I was almost anxious for Mindy's
periods to start!  But first things first...

    Standing up, I found a couple of small vines, and braided them into two
rings, one for me and one for Mindy.  Pulling her to me, I improvised a
simple ceremony, where we made impromptu vows to love and cherish one
another for the rest of our lives.  Then I kissed my bride, carried her
back to the house, and gave her the best combination birthday/wedding gift
I could think of.  Her young pussy had never tasted so sweet.

    Chapter Eight

    As it turns out, Mindy didn't start menstruating until she was almost
12. By that time, she had grown noticeably taller (though still petite --
she'd probably always be well-below my own height), and she had a little
bit of wispy hair beginning to grow around her pussy.  Her breasts had
grown orange-sized, and they each made a nice, little handful of joy.  She
loved to have me suckle on them, saying it helped make her ready for
nursing a baby...  and it also gave her more pleasure than ever before.
Make that two of us!

    Since she was prepared for it, she wasn't frightened when her blood
started to flow.  She simply went into the water and rinsed it away.  I
made her some "pads" out of leaves, and she put her underwear back into
service temporarily.  (They were getting pretty tight, as she grew, but
they were alright for this purpose.  We'd have to think of something else
soon, though.)

    About two months and several gallons of semen later, I got her pregnant
for the first time.  She was pleased that her periods dried up, of course,
and fortunately, she wasn't plagued by morning sickness.  Her tummy began
to swell, and we had to be gentler with our lovemaking...  which meant lots
of oral action, which neither of us minded in the slightest.  I began to
pray that everything would go without complications, and that I'd be able
to do everything I needed to.  I started teaching her what I knew of LaMaze
breathing techniques, when to push, etc., hoping it was enough to spare my
little lover the worst of the pain.

    When she started having contractions, just shy of 9 months, we found a
comfortable place in the house, and settled in for her labor.  It went much
easier than I'd feared...  Mindy screamed once or twice during the final
push, but out popped a perfect little baby girl!  I knotted the umbilical
cord close to her body, then cut off the excess with a sharp stone.  Mindy
was exhausted, so I went to clean up the baby in the edge of the warm
water, leaving her to rest.

    When I came back, Mindy was soundly asleep, so I just held our little
love-child, rocking her, thinking about the future.  Hours later, my
beautiful young wife awoke, and seeing the two of us sitting there bonding,
she came over to join us.  "Morning, Mommy!" I said playfully.

    Mindy punched me in the arm half-heartedly, too tired to spar with me.
Then she gave me a quick kiss.  "What are we going to name her?" she asked
me.

    I had a name already picked out.  "Eve," I said.  "We'll call her Eve.
And our first boy can be Adam.  They were the first two people God created
in Paradise.  And if this isn't paradise, I don't know what is."

    The baby was getting a little cranky, so I suggested Mindy try nursing
him.  She took her in her arms, settled into a comfortable position, and
placed Eve's tiny mouth against her breast.  The baby started to suck
almost immediately, and I was taken by the sight of my 12-year-old wife
happily breast-feeding my newborn daughter, a look of pure contentment on
Mindy's beautiful face.  The three of us just sat there quietly, our little
family adjusting to its new composition.

    Mindy turned out to be a natural at caring for little ones.  I found
that it felt pretty natural to me, as well, and since I was able to be with
them all the time, I made sure to do my share of the work.  I immediately
missed the constant intimacy Mindy and I had shared, though, and I needed
to talk about it.  One day, as she was nursing Eve, I opened up the
subject. "You know I love our daughter," I began, "but I have to admit, I'm
getting a little jealous.  She gets to spend more time with you than I do!
I want my hot little lover back."

    "Be patient, Brian," she said soothingly.  "Right now, Eve needs me, and
I'm still too sore for making love, anyway.  I need a little more time.
For now, we can still cuddle, can't we?"

    "When you aren't nursing the baby, I guess," I answered, still a little
grumpy.  "But that's not very often!"

    "Who says we have to wait until she's not eating?  I do have two of
these things, you know.  Come on over here and give the other one a try!"
She nodded toward her unoccupied breast.

    I hesitated, feeling odd about it...  but I had always enjoyed suckling
her before, and this would be no different, really.  Except that I'd get a
mouthful of milk, and I'd be sharing her with my daughter!  Mindy seemed
perfectly happy with the idea, though, so why not?  I sat down next to her
and found a good position, then tentatively put my lips to her nipple.  Her
breasts had swollen large as soon as she gave birth, full of her milk, and
it didn't take much effort to get some in my mouth.  It was rich, warm and
sweet, and the heady feeling of knowing it came from my beautiful little
girl made it truly special.

    I latched on hungrily, cuddling close to Mindy, fondling her breast as I
suckled it.  "There we are," she sighed in contentment.  "I've got plenty
for both of you, and this feels wonderful!" We both liked it so much that
we never missed a feeding, after that...  Eve and I would trade places each
time, but the three of us would always cuddle up together, both of her
breasts giving and receiving at the same time.

    After several days, Mindy began freeing up a hand and fondling my cock,
as she nursed.  I hesitantly reached for her pussy, not wanting to hurt
her, but anxious to touch her there again.  "Just hold me in your hand, for
a minute," she said.  "I've missed you so!" I cupped my hand over her
tender labia, lightly rubbing the heel of my hand over her clit.  Soon, we
were both breathing hard, basking in the heat we had missed for far too
long.

    We did that for the next several feeding times.  It was nice getting
each other aroused again, but I knew we both needed to be satisfied.  Mindy
seemed to be craving it again, and God knew I sure did!  So the next time,
after Eve had finished nursing, we put her to bed and came back into each
other's arms.  I brought Mindy to orgasm twice, first alone in my mouth,
then with her in 69 position, as she sucked me to my own climax.  We had a
lot of oral sex, those next few days, until Mindy felt she was ready for me
to go inside her again.

    As we got back to normal, we learned to dovetail our sexuality with our
parental duties.  Of course, as Eve grew, it became easier.  But from the
beginning, we never hid anything from her.  We didn't flaunt our lovemaking
in front of her, but we didn't protect her from it, either.  (Given our
specific situation, we decided early on that a long nursing period would be
best...  healthier for the kids, easier on us...  and it added a nice
element to our own sexual enjoyment.)

    A woman's body usually takes a few months to get back into the rhythm of
things, and Mindy was no exception.  So we figured we had about two or
three "safe" months before starting in on the second one.  But eventually,
it was going to happen.  Mindy got pregnant again, her belly swelling once
more, and at the tender age of 13, she gave birth to our second, Adam.
This became a cycle over the next several years...  pregnant 9 months, 2 or
3 months off, then all over again.  Given our horniness, and the
unavailability of any birth-control methods, we were bound to be a
never-ending baby-factory.  But Mindy never seemed to mind, she accepted
this as a natural part of our love for each other.  To me, it made her all
the more sexy.  We just kept adding rooms to the house, to make space for a
bigger and bigger family.

    Chapter Nine

    As the kids grew older, we taught them everything we could, although our
learning resources were pretty limited.  They all turned out to be bright,
and eventually they all asked questions about sex.  We tried never to turn
them away, always giving them as complete an answer as they could
understand.  Eve became really curious when she got to be about 9, because
she had witnessed the birth of several siblings by that time.  We caught
her peeking in on Mindy's and my lovemaking, a few times, but we refused to
scold her.

    By the time Eve turned 10, she had begun asking probing questions about
sex, and Mindy and I discussed educating her in more detail.  By this time,
the little girl looked so much like the way Mindy had at that age (same
build, same tanned skin and brown hair, but with my blue eyes), I could
feel an ache in my balls.  "Sooner or later, she's going to need to
experience it for herself," said Mindy, now a lovely 22 years old.  "I've
already seen her masturbating, although I doubt she's given herself an
orgasm."

    "But her closest sibling is Adam, and he's not even interested, yet," I
countered.

    "I was thinking of having you show her," Mindy answered.  "Who better to
help her see what a temple of pleasure her body can be?  You taught me
pretty well, when I was the same age," she said, cuddling up to me.

    I was stunned.  "You wouldn't be upset by that?"

    "Nonsense!" she replied.  "We all love each other.  We see each other
naked every day.  What could be wrong with you helping her take this
important step?  I think it would be the most loving thing I've ever heard
of." And she gave me a tender kiss.

    I didn't bother to explain to Mindy that this was another area where I
would be strung up by my balls if it happened back "home".  This was our
home, now, and we could live by whatever rules felt right to us.  But it
still took me a moment to get my mind around it.  My wife was encouraging
me to screw our daughter!

    Still wrestling with the concept, I said, "If I do this, I want to do it
the right way.  Remember how it was for you and me, in the beginning?  You
may not see either of us for a few days." As I began to sketch it out in my
mind, I couldn't help my growing erection.

    "That's just how it should be," she said, cuddling up to me and fondling
my hardening cock.  "You make her feel just as special as I did.  And I'll
be surprised if you two don't want to have sex together occasionally, even
after that.  We'll all be one big, happy family!  Just don't forget who you
come back to, in the end."

    "How could I?" I asked, as I took her in my arms and kissed her.  My
love for Mindy had only grown, over the years, but I felt closer to her now
than ever.  Her love was big enough to share me with our daughter!  Visions
of the days to come danced in my head, as Mindy and I melted together and
took each other passionately.

    That evening, I told Eve we needed to have a talk.  We found a room to
ourselves, and I opened the conversation by mentioning the increasing
questions she'd had, lately.  "You're growing up, Eve, and I want to make
sure you know everything you need to know.  I've seen you watching when
Mommy and I are together, and I'm sure you want to know what it is we're
doing, and why," I said.  "Am I right?"

    "Yes!" she answered, all her youthful curiosity on edge, now.  "It
always looks like you and Mommy are so happy, when you do that.  Why?"

    "Well, I love your Mommy, and I like being with her," I told her, "and
she feels the same way.  When two people love each other, there are ways
they can make each other feel really good."

    "Is it like when I rub myself, down here?" she asked, touching her
crotch.  "That feels kind of good, when I do it."

    "That's part of it," I said, chuckling.  "But there's a lot more to it."


    Getting serious, I took her chin and turned her face toward me, looking
her in the eye.  "Before we do this, Eve, I want to make sure you
understand how much I love you.  You're my first child, and I would love
you anyway, because of that.  There's nothing that you can't ask me to do,
or to explain to you, because I love you so much.  Do you understand?"

    "I think so, Daddy," she said shyly.  "I love you, too!"

    "I know, sweetheart," I said.  "But what you don't realize yet is what a
beautiful little girl you are...  and how much I want to take you in my
arms, like I do with Mommy, and make you feel good, too." She blushed
deeply, and I softly kissed her on the lips, the first time I had ever
kissed her anywhere other than on the cheek.  "Would that be alright?"

    "Oh, yes, Daddy!" she said, melting into me.  "I've been jealous of
Mommy for a long time!"

    "No need for anyone to be jealous of anyone else," I softly told her, as
I caressed her hair and shoulders.  "There's enough love for everyone to
share." And I pulled her into my lap, kissing her deeply.

    I had forgotten how wonderful it had been with Mindy, at the age of 10,
but it all came flooding back to me as Eve came alive in my arms, learning
everything so quickly.  Once again, I had a sexy little pre-teen straddling
my lap, my aching cock finding the cleavage between her warm cheeks!  As we
kissed, we began to hump together, Eve's awakening juices flowing freely
into my crotch and lubricating us both.  Oh, Lord, I had missed the sweet,
powerful aroma of pre-teen sex!  It didn't take long for us both to reach a
climax, my cum pouring out underneath her as she clamped down in the throes
of her very first orgasm.

    The day flew by us as we explored each other, just as Mindy and I had
done.  I suckled her young nipples, fingering her to another climax.  I
took her smooth, young pussy in my mouth, and like Mindy, she had furious
orgasms that way.  She was even a little more adventurous, wanting to take
me in her own mouth right away, doing a fair job of sucking me over the
edge!  Finally, she came back into my lap, and I slipped my cock into that
tight, feverishly hot pussy.  So heavenly, the way her young cunt gripped
me, as my shaft slid in all the way!  We didn't need long to reach our
mutual climax, we were both so hot for each other by then...  she clamped
down on me hard, as I filled my beautiful daughter with my seed.

    We slept together, that night, and in the morning we came into each
other's arms and fucked again.  And again.  We couldn't get enough of each
other, and it lasted for several more days, the way I'd figured it would.
We left the house just a few times, in the darkness so nobody would see,
and swam in the ocean to wash off.  Of course, I had to introduce her to
sex in the water, but most of our time was spent in our private room.  I'm
sure the other kids wondered what all the moaning and other noise was all
about, but Mindy surely knew, and probably smiled to herself.

    When Eve and I had finally worn ourselves out, I had another talk with
her.  I went over the reproductive issues, preparing her for the onset of
puberty, and relating it all back to our love for each other.  "I want you
to remember these days always," I told her, hugging her.  "I know I will.
I'm sure you'll want to share your love with others, some day...  and
that's okay, too.  I'll always be your father, but I also want you to think
of me as your first boyfriend.  How about it?"

    "Does that mean you never want to hold me again?" she asked, her lip
quivering.

    "Of course I do!" I answered, looking her in the eye.  "Your Mommy is my
first love, and that will never change.  But her love is big enough to
share me with you, once in awhile.  I don't want you to ever feel that you
can't come to me for some special time together."

    "Thank you, Daddy!  I think I'll want to do that a lot." I took her in
my arms, and we made love once more, before I sent her on her way.

    I dragged myself back to Mindy's and my room, where she was waiting for
me, all smiles.  "Mission accomplished?" she asked.

    "Definitely," I said.  "And I'm beat.  I forgot how much energy you had,
at that age."

    "I've still got plenty of energy, don't worry," she said, pushing me
onto my back and climbing on top of me.  "You just lie there and rest, and
let me do the work this time." And she proceeded to make gentle love to me,
my erection quick to return despite all of its recent activity.  Night fell
with us lying in each other's arms, sleeping contentedly.

    Chapter Ten

    Eve came to me frequently, at first...  once a day for awhile, then a
few times a week.  As she was about to turn 11, her visits abruptly stopped
for several days, and I wondered why.  Doing some discreet checking, I
happened to spy her with her 10-year-old brother Adam.  She was playing
touching games with him, obviously trying to get him interested in having
sex.  I didn't know how that would turn out, but Mindy and I had expected
something of the sort, so I decided to let it happen however it would.

    A few days later, she came stomping over to see me, craving my attention
but obviously in a grumpy mood.  "What's wrong with my little princess?" I
asked her.

    A dark look came over her face.  "Adam's not very good!" she said.

    I laughed out loud.  "He's just a boy!" I told her.  "He'll get better,
don't worry.  In the meantime, I can help you with all that frustration, if
you'll just smile for me..."

    Eve began to crack a smile, then laughed in spite of herself.  "That's
my girl," I said, as I took her in my arms.  We made love again for the
rest of that afternoon, and she left as a happy little lady.

    I brought the subject up with Mindy, that night.  "I think it's time you
had a talk with Adam, the way I did with Eve," I suggested.

    "Are you ready to be without me for a few days?" she asked.  "I'm sure
it will be just like when you and Eve first made love.  The thought kind of
excites me!"

    "You teach him everything you know," I said.  "You'll both have a good
time, and then he'll be able to do his part with Eve, too." The thought of
Mindy getting Adam's little cock erect and taking him into her mouth and
pussy was oddly exciting for me, too!  Both of us aroused by the
conversation, we decided to go for a night swim...  and a luxurious
water-fuck while we were there, of course.

    The next day, she and Adam disappeared into their own private room, and
I didn't see either of them for at least 5 days.  When Adam finally
reappeared, his young cock hung red and tender, looking larger than it had
just a few days before, and he had this dreamy-eyed look on his face, like
a tree could have fallen on his head and he wouldn't have noticed.  "Must
be you two hit it off pretty well," I said to Mindy when she showed her
face.

    "Adam's going to be quite the little lover," she said.  "Eve had better
watch out, now!"

    Sure enough, the two kids began to sneak away more frequently, and we
knew what they were up to.  Occasionally, we'd hear them fucking, Eve's
moans of pleasure a good indication that Adam had learned well.

    We repeated the cycle when the next two kids each turned 10, first
Sabrina and then Josh.  Then at the same age for Linda, Julie and Rob.  (We
seemed to have more girls than boys, an imbalance Mindy complained about,
but which didn't bother me in the slightest!) Each time one of them turned
10, we'd teach them love in a days-long orgy that brought them to life
sexually and made me feel alive again.  Eve and Adam began to link up with
the younger children, as more and more of them knew what sex was all about.
All of the girls continued to come back to me frequently, too - especially
little blond Sabrina, who always seemed more comfortable with me than with
the other kids -- and the boys would occasionally approach Mindy, as well.
So I was never again far from getting my little-girl fix, one of their
smooth, tight pussies always ready to take me in.  It was like having free
license to stick my hand in the cookie-jar, whenever I pleased.  We were
growing a pedophile's dream family!

    As Eve, Sabrina and then Linda started getting fertile, the kids began
to have their own kids.  Since there was a lot of sex going on with a lot
of different partners, it was never clear who was getting who pregnant.
(Sabrina could be carrying Adam's child, for instance, or it might have
been my own sperm that did the trick.  Lord knows I pumped enough gallons
into that little mink!) This kind of added to the fun, and as we began to
multiply like rabbits, we had to build new houses.  I would always take
charge of this, but I made sure that whoever planned on living there was
helping.  A little village began to grow, populated entirely by Mindy's and
my children, grandchildren, and greatgrandchildren (with a few niece/nephew
relationships woven in there!).

    By the time I turned 60, our little island had been filled.  Some of the
younger kids talked about building some kind of ship and seeking their
fortune elsewhere, and that was okay.  For me and Mindy (now a handsome,
shapely 46), we were content to grow old and die here, where we had founded
our own Paradise.

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