Stranded
By Pussywillow
b/g etc, inc, rom
Disclaimer: This story is just the figment of the imagination and contains
depictions of sexual encounters between adults and children. If this type thing
bothers you then you should stop reading now. However if you recognize the
beauty of such loving and consensual relationships, then read on and I hope you
enjoy.
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What would you do if you found yourself stranded on an uncharted island with
only your sister and no possible chance of being saved?
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Preface
My name is Gregory Helmut, and I am a missionary for a large church
organization.
I had recently got wind from a sea captain that there was an uncharted
island that is inhabited by a whole bunch of brothers and sisters. His story seemed
quite unusual, so I had the captain show me on a chart about where this island was
located.
I was so curious that I was eventually able to raise enough money together
so that I could go on an expedition in search for this so called island.
After a brief search, I found a captain who had a ship and was willing to
take my two colleagues and me on a search for the island.
We eventually set sail, and after several weeks of crisscrossing the area
shown on the map, we finally spotted an island. We also noticed that there were
sunken reefs that protected the island for a couple of miles out. The only part of
the island that we could see that was fit for landing on, was on the lee side of the
prevailing winds, and we would have to make a tacking course into the wind to
approach the island, and if we made a wrong tack, we would miss the island
altogether, and then have to spend several days getting lined up again. I imagine
many sailors have seen the island, but have found it far too difficult and too
dangerous to even try to come close to. So no wonder no one ever came to this
island.
We were on a tack when the lookout hollered that there was a reef ahead.
But the captain felt that we were close enough now to row the longboat over, so
he decided to go ahead and drop anchor. We were still over a mile offshore, but
as long as we were this close, at least we could examine this island to find out if it
was the right one..
The next morning, the sea was calm, so we lowered the longboat, and we
rowed towards shore.
As we approached the beach, we saw what appeared to be a whole bunch
of natives watching us, and most of them looked like children.
As we landed, we noticed that most of them were in fact children or very
young adults. They all were mostly naked, and they all appeared to be white
Caucasian.
As I stood there a few feet in front of our beached boat, I watched as two
of the older ones stepped forward. They appeared to be the oldest ones there, and
I would guess that they were probably about in their middle fifties. The woman
had a breach cloth of woven palm leaves wrapped around her waist. Other than
that, they both appeared to be quite naked.
We all greeted each other, and they said that their names were Mike and
Mary Johnson. I introduced myself, and my two colleagues, and they invited us
on into their hut. It was very nicely furnished of native materials and some that
appeared to have come off of a ship.
I explained what our purpose of being here was, and to offer any
assistance to them that they might need.
As I noticed all of the people in the colony, I asked them about the people
and where they came from. Mary replied, "They're all of our children and
grandchildren." I was now completely baffled. So, in the next several days, I
chronicled the woman's story about how they came to be here on this island, and
what had happened.
Chapter 1
I really don't remember that far back, but my dad and mom had booked
passage for the four of us on a sailing ship that was to take us from England to
Australia. The ship carried primarily cargo, so there were no passengers except just
the four of us aboard the ship.
Sometime during the voyage, I was told; we got into a very violent storm.
During the storm, the ship lost a mast, and was taking on water. In desperation,
the captain saw an island and tried to beach the ship on the island. It was one of
those very rare times that the wind blew the opposite way. Since it was dark, he
did not see the coral, and in the next ensuing hours the ship was torn apart on the
sunken coral. The crew had placed my parents and us two children in a long boat
and sent us on our way. When the storm was finally over, all that my father could
find was the longboat with a hole in it, and some ship wreckage that had been
swept up on the beach. But there were no signs of any of the crew, so he assumed
that they had all been drowned by the storm. We later realized that there were
also many sharks in the area, and since the crew were in the water, they were
probably all eaten by the sharks. That was probably why we saw no bodies of the
crew.
Oh yes, My dad's name was John Johnson, and mom's name was Elsa. My
name is Mary, I was two, and my brother, Michael here, was four when the
tragedy happened.
Over the next few days, my father gathered all that he could from the
wreckage, scouted the island, tried to build signal devices, and tried to find some
sort of refuge for us. He found the stream nearby that empties into the ocean.
Also a ways back, is a pond of water formed by the waterfall that flows into it,
and near the waterfall are some large bluffs that helped to provide us with some
shelter.
My dad, guessing where we were, realized that we were probably blown
off-course to an uncharted island, and that the chances of us being rescued were
practically nil.
At that point, he realized that we would probably be stuck here for years,
and most probably for the rest of our lives if he didn't do something.
First, he went about building us as permanent shelter as he could. The
island, being tropical has a variety of edible fruits and plants plus a lot of bamboo.
Using what materials he could from the ship, and the bamboo, he built us
suitable quarters.
In the meantime, he and mother spent time gathering edible fruits and
plants, and learning how to catch fish for us to eat.
Then he spent the rest of his time trying to build a boat of sorts to try to
escape this island.
Our shelter or hut finally had bedrooms for me, my brother, and for our
parents, plus a room for eating and lounging around in.
The shelter was built in such away that it was easily defendable from most
any type of predator if there were any.
Chapter 2
I believe I was around five when one of the first things that I really
remembered was dad setting sail in his small homemade boat to try to go
somewhere where he could find someone who would rescue us. But I have very
little memory of him other than that incident, and that was the last time that we
ever saw or heard from him. We have absolutely no idea about whatever became
of him.
Actually, it isn't much work trying to live here. We fish and gather fruit.
But mom said that she got very lonely because there was nobody around but us.
She soon became very despondent from not having anyone but us kids around.
My brother and I on the other hand, were quite happy because we knew
no other life than the one that we are now living.
Since the weather is always quite warm, we went quite often to the pond
and the waterfall for a swim. It's really quite refreshing to take a dive into the
pond, and swim around. My brother and I got to be very good swimmers
considering the amount of time we spent in the water.
There is also a small lagoon nearby where we catch fish. We quickly found
that it wouldn't take long to spear enough fish for dinner. All we had to do, is to
take our small boat that dad made for us, out into the lagoon, look into the water,
and wait for a fish to swim by. Then we speared it.
Of course we caught only enough fish that we could eat for dinner that
night or the next morning because otherwise the fish would be spoiled by the next
day. We found that we could save cooked fish over one more day, but that was
all.
Since life was so precarious living here all alone on this island, mother tried
to teach us everything that she could think of; stuff that she thought we would
need to know in case something would ever happen to her.
She taught us how to read, write, and basic mathematics. She also tried to
teach us things about life, including sex. I guess that she realized that if we were
not rescued, our natural sex drive would eventually build up great enough that we
would most probably experiment on each other.
Of course, being of the young age that we were, I really didn't grasp all
that she tried to teach us at that time.
During the period of our captivity on this island, my brother and I
completely outgrew any clothing that we may have had, and of course, anything
that was made of cotton gradually rotted away anyway. But that didn't matter
much for Mike and I, because after the first couple of years, we went around
mostly naked anyway. We tied woven plant leaves around us to protect our
bodies when we went on excursions inland. But other than that, we were really
quite comfortable running around in just our birthday suits, and because of this,
we were always well aware of the differences of our bodies.
Mother continued to wrap what piece of cloth that she could find around
her body, but she eventually had to revert to wearing woven plant leaves for
clothing. But that didn't do very much for her modesty, because we eventually
saw her pretty much naked most of the time anyway.
I remember that I was seven, when mother was lying on her bed hugging
the two of us. I guess that she had finally given up the idea of even trying to be
modest.
As we were lying there, naked of course, she pulled Mike up on top of her,
and was hugging him. I guess that the skin contact between him and his mother
made his little penis grow hard. Mother noticed what was happening, and I guess
in desperation from no longer having a husband, she spread her legs apart, reached
down, and put his penis inside of her. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around
him. I watched her as she slowly moved him up and down on her as I saw him
very gleefully suck on one of her breasts. Pretty soon, she made some funny
sounds and froze up for a few moments. When she recovered, she suddenly
pushed Mike of off her and sat there and cried and cried for a very long time.
The next day, she got the two of us together, and said because she was so
lonely, she had done a very terrible thing, but being trapped here all alone, she
now just didn't care anymore.
After a while, she proceeded to get Mike back on top of her, got his penis
hard, and stuck it into her again.
She again wrapped her arms and legs around Mike, and they did the same
thing as they did the day before. It seemed like they were that way for a long time
before Mike finally fell asleep on her.
I guess that she liked what she was having Mike do to her so much, that
she had him do that to her nearly every day from then on.
I eventually got real curious, and asked mother if Mike could do that to
me too. Mother was shocked at my question. But after thinking about what she
had her own son do to her, she said that she would have to prepare me first before
he could do that to me.
Chapter 3
The next day was when another tragedy hit us. It was so horrible that I can
still see it in stark detail.
Mother was out catching fish, when she somehow lost her balance and fell
in. A shark, which we had never seen before, got her and there was nothing we
could do but stand there and watch. It was horrible watching the shark thrashing
around as the water turned red.
Both Mike and I were in a dazed shock as we headed back to the hut. Of
course I was completely in hysterics, and I now didn't want to be separated from
Mike for even a single second from then on. I hung onto him for dear life for days
on end. I even slept in his bed with him so we could have our arms around each
other for comfort. But we quickly found that his bed was way too small for the
two of us, so we used mom's bed instead for sleeping.
We were like that until one morning we woke up very hungry. We finally
got up and ate what was left of some fruit for breakfast. After breakfast, we
listlessly moped around the hut, but two days later, we realized that if we wanted
to eat, we would have to go out and replenish our food supply ourselves. There
was now no longer any mother around to provide for us.
It felt very strange for me not having a mother there to take care of us any
more, and I was hit by the harsh reality that although we were both still just small
kids, we had to now play the role of adults in order to survive. We could no
longer just go out and play around and come back to find a meal ready for us nor
was there anyone to nurture and comfort us. All we had left now was just the two
of us. So, we quickly learned and honed the skills that were necessary for us to
survive.
Of course, ever since mother died, Mike and I became inseparable. I had
to keep him in sight at all times or I would panic, and we both slept together on
mom's bed because it was bigger. We had some wool blankets that had survived
the shipwreck, and that's what we used to cover us at night.
As the days went by, due to our carelessness, we sort of lost track of
which day it was, because now time and dates seemed meaningless to us as one
day just dissolved into the next, and soon we didn't even know what month, or
even what year it was.
Ever since I could remember, Mike and I were always quite curious about
how different our bodies were, and of course, we would touch and sometimes
even play with each other's genitals because we quickly found that it was really
fun to do so. We had no clothing to hide our sexuality from each other, so our
genitals were right there for us to see all the time. We also never thought too much
about touching each other there, because we thought that it was just as natural to
touch each other there as touching any other part of each other's bodies. But
because of the sensitivity of our genitals, we found that by touching each other
there somehow made us feel real good. Because we both really liked it, we would
touch each other there quite often, but only for a little while at a time before we
were then quite satisfied.
I guess mother, when she was alive, had seen us do that quite often, but
had never said anything about it. I guess that this was because we were so isolated
from the rest of the world; she had absolutely no hope of us ever being rescued, so
she never enforced her own upbringing on us, and never bothered to make us quit.
I guess that was why she had Mike have sexual intercourse with her. I
guess that she probably played like he was her husband so that she could at least
have some sort of intimacy and sexual relief from what was pent up inside of her.
One day, soon after mother died, we were idly playing with each other's
genitals. (Of course, there wasn't much else to do.) This time, Instead of it just
feeling good, it felt really wonderful.
I had Mike keep on touching me, and I even showed him just how to do it.
As I wrapped my arms around him, he made me feel so wonderful that I wouldn't
let him quit. Then I played with his genitals. We continued doing this to each
other for a very long time, really enjoying what we were doing to each other,
before we finally quit. It got to where I loved to take his penis in my hands and
watch it grow real big and hard. I guess Mike liked it also because he never made
me quit.
We didn't know why at that time, but we did know that we could comfort
each other that way and make each other feel real good. This also made us feel
even closer to each other.
As we continued to touch each other down there, we refined our touching
until we could really make each other feel real great, and I loved to watch Mike's
thing grow and get long and hard. It got so that we were so preoccupied with
making each other feel good, that it got to be just like a drug to us and we became
so addicted that we just couldn't quit, nor did we even want to.
Chapter 4
As time passed, I remembered what mother had told us about sex, and
what she did with Mike. A few things did stick into my mind as I had
remembered about her telling me about a membrane covering down there that
covered my vagina. She said that was where the male puts his penis into, and
when he does, it feels real good. I soon realized that it was the area toward the
back of my vulva that hurt if I touched it very hard.
One day, I decided to test what mother had told me and I got a very
smooth thin stick, and I pressed it against the middle of my hymen. The stick
went right on in without hurting me hardly at all, and I realized that I could
actually insert the stick in me for quite a ways. The hole that it made, bled a little
bit and then quit. I then forced my finger in, and it stung. But over the next few
days, I kept on playing with myself down there thereby widening the hole, and as
I continued to widen my hole there, I even kept on showing the progress to Mike.
When I finally got it sufficiently widened, I had Mike lay down on the
bed, and then I straddled him and tried to get his penis into me. It got stuck and
wouldn't go in because his penis was too dry. So I got down and put his penis
into my mouth to get it wet, hoping that my saliva would lubricate it enough. I
then straddled him again, and I managed to get it worked right on up into my
vagina. After I got it all the way in, his penis felt really good inside me, and Mike
said that his penis felt real good in there also.
From then on, it seemed that's all we did was slobber on each other's
genitals so that he could stick his penis into my vagina when we weren't busy
with some other activity such as hunting or swimming.
As the days went by, the feelings that I got from our fun, kept getting
greater and greater until gradually, I realized that I could feel my whole body just
freeze up into an orgasm with all of the fantastic feelings that I got. Also Mike
said that he got real fantastic feelings like he was shooting something out of his
penis but in fact nothing came ever out at that time.
It soon got that we were so preoccupied with our newfound fun that we
had with each other, that quite often we just neglected everything else.
We realized just how much one-day when we were fishing. Mike was
standing up in the little boat, and as he threw his spear, he lost his balance and fell
into the water. I watched in absolute horror as that shark came after him, but he
managed to clamber up on a rock just in time.
Right then and there, we decided that we would have to do something to
get rid of that shark. We tried spearing it, but that proved absolutely futile, as the
spear would just bounce off his tough skin.
We then devised a snare, and Mike risked himself again by swimming in
the bay to attract the shark. As the shark went after him, Mike managed to
narrowly escape, and we caught the shark in the snare. Of course it was too big
for us to try to lift out of the water, so we just left it there, thrashing around in the
water.
Several days later, we went back to investigate, and found the shark dead.
Og course we had no remorse for that shark because we knew that it was the one
that got our mother.
We realized now that we finally had to put our priorities in order, and we
decided to have our fun only after our chores were done for the day. Also, we
had several books that were salvaged from the wreck. I guess that they survived
by being in mother's chest. Mother was having us read from the books so that we
would know how to read. I could read a little bit, but Mike could read a lot better
than I could because he was older. Mother said that it was very important to know
how to read in case we ever got rescued. So we decided to try to improve our
reading skills on our own.
We then spent some time each day trying to read. If we got stuck, we had
a dictionary. We used it quite often, but many of the words that we found in the
books, we just could not relate to, like the word 'street' for instance. In the
definition, it mentions 'sidewalks'. Now what the heck were they? We had never
seen a 'street' before, and it took us quite some time to figure out just what it was.
But as our reading skills got better, we used the dictionary less and less often.
As I was looking through the bible one day, I noticed that there was a lot
of information about our family written there. There was information on when
everyone was born, who our grandparents were, and a history of our family in
general. Looking further through the book, there were several blank pages in the
back. There, mother had written several important items for us to refer to. One of
them pertained to sexual intercourse. It gave an account of what age that I would
expect to be menstruating, and the best times to have intercourse without getting
pregnant. It also told about douching to minimize the chances of getting pregnant.
There were also passages on how to care for a baby.
There also was also a medical dictionary, and I spent many hours pouring
over what it contained. I found several words that were very important to us, like
the words for his and my genitals. The words for what we were doing to each
other. It described the feelings that Mike and I got when we were having sex. I
also found the word for that wonderful hole in me. There was also a description
of the workings of my sexual parts, and of Mike's sexual parts.
We learned quite a bit from those two books. Also, there were several
novels, love stories that mom liked to read. We learned a little also from what
those stories revealed. There also was a small atlas that gave descriptions of
countries and of the known world.
I guess that mother had realized that being stuck on this island far away
from civilization, Mike and I would eventually have sex with each other. I knew
that she had that one right, and of course, our sexual attraction for each other was
about as strong as it could get.
As the days continued to slip by, our sex with each other became our
principle pastime and major activity. We devised all sorts of different ways and
games in order to enjoy sex with each other better. It was like being addicted to a
drug of some sort. It kept us close together, and our arms were always around
each other when we weren't doing anything else.
One day, as we were happily locked together in our favorite activity, Mike
and I were happily pumping away when Mike gave me two real nice orgasms
before he had his. But this time when he climaxed, I felt some fluid shoot out of
his penis into me. As we continued, I realized that the fluid that he shot into me
really lubricated things up real nicely. Then when he had another climax, he shot
even more of that fluid into me as I realized that it felt real good again. As I
happily had more of my orgasms, I felt him shoot into me for the third time. Then
as he tried to continue, he complained of it hurting down there, not his penis, but
somewhere inside, so we now had to quit. Before, we could normally go on for a
whole lot longer.
When his penis exited my vagina, I saw a whole lot of this gooey whitish
fluid flow out. Now I knew what mother was talking about. But I still had not
had one of those periods that she had mentioned yet.
I checked the medical dictionary, and found that Mike was now shooting
out his sperm that was supposed to make babies if it came in contact with a
mother's egg. So, I surmised that I was still too young to have any of these eggs
yet.
Well, of course, that put a crimp on our sexual activities and we found out
that Mike could climax only three or maybe four times a day at the most. But to
offset that restriction, Mike used his mouth on me so that I could have more
orgasms.
Also, as we grew older, I realized that our climaxes continued to get
greater and greater.
We continued on having our fun, when one day, I noticed that my breasts
were starting to grow. A short time later, I saw hair starting to grow all around my
vulva. It was then that I remembered mother's. Why she had a regular bush down
there that sort of hid everything. I don't ever remember of actually really seeing
mother's vulva because of all the hair she had down there.
Mike also mentioned that because my beautiful vulva was sprouting hair, it
was now starting to turn ugly. It was then that I realized that I was gradually
turning into a woman, and I now dared not allow Mike to put his penis into me.
A short time later, I noticed a sudden discharge of blood from my vagina.
Several days later when the bleeding stopped, I looked at mother's chart. It said
that I could now allow Mike to have sex with me for only the week just before my
next menstruation and then he would have to stop. We tried to keep each other
happy and satisfied with our hands and mouth, but we now had to be very careful
about when he entered me.
I quickly made up a chart using pieces of bamboo, and we kept careful
track of it. When it got to the short pieces we could have sex. The longer pieces
meant that we could no longer do it.
But, in spite of the chart, I still got pregnant. I realized that when I missed
a period.
Mike now banged on me as much as he could during my period of
pregnancy because we knew that he couldn't get me any more pregnant than I
already was.
I looked into the medical dictionary, and read mother's advice that was in
the bible so that when the baby came, we would be as prepared as we could get,
which really wasn't very much.
The day I gave birth, was very frightening for both of us. I remember
hurting down there so much that I thought that I would be split wide open. But
suddenly, out it came. We managed to cut the cord and Mike washed the baby in
some water, and gave her to me. Yes, it was a girl. So we named it Ruth from the
Ruth in the bible.
For the next several days we were beside ourselves trying to take care of
the baby. Since we didn't have any cloth anymore, I tried weaving split palm
leaves into something that we could use. Since I had several wool blankets, we
used two of them for her bed. I knew what my breasts were for, and every time
the baby was hungry, I would let her feed on one of them. Mike liked to watch
Ruth feed off of my breasts, and he even tried it once himself to find out what
the baby got.
About six monthlies after Ruth was born, I missed another period. Mike
again had a field day banging away on me until the baby was born. This time we
knew what to do, and this one didn't hurt quite as much as Ruth did coming out,
but it still wasn't pleasant. I guess Ruth stretched my vagina enough so this birth
was much easier.
Looking in the bible once more, we named this baby John.
Looking at our period calendar, we took one day off of the begining of the
safe days to see if that worked. The medical dictionary said that it wasn't good
for Mike and I to have babies because we were both brother and sister, but we
didn't know what else to do. We certainly weren't going to sit around and just
play with ourselves, when we could give each other the sexual feelings that we so
craved.
Being as we were, we didn't wear any clothes because we didn't have any
except for a piece of woven grass cloth to go around our waists to protect
ourselves when we went inland to search for food. The woven grass cloth was
very uncomfortable on us, so we wore it only when we had to. So we continued
to go around naked most of the time.
As soon as Ruth was house broken and running around, she would get on
Mike's lap so that he could rub her puffy vulva for her. She really liked that. Soon
after, John would get on my lap because he loved to have me play with his little
penis.
I had started a calendar when Ruth was born, and it was three years later,
when both Ruth and John were running around getting into things, that I got
pregnant again.
By now, Mike had grown to be a big muscular man, and I believe that I
was now about the same height as my mother was when she died.
Esther was finally born, and she was about as difficult as John coming out.
Now we had three children, and in spite being born of a brother and sister, they all
seemed very healthy to us.
Neither Mike nor I had any so called morals taught to us, so not knowing
any differently, we just let the kids do anything that they thought was fun with
each other as long as they didn't hurt each other. The kids would sometimes play
with little Esther's vulva and she would lay there and smile and wave her arms
around.
We both tried to school the kids as best as we could with what we had on
hand.
Ruth was about six according to my calendar, when we spotted a ship
anchor just outside of the reef. Then when we saw them drop a longboat, we went
inside, and wrapped ourselves with our loincloths so that we would be clothed.
Eventually the boat pulled up to shore.
Since we hadn't heard anybody else talk since our mother died, we had a
little trouble understanding the three strangers that stood there before us because
Mike and I used a lot of language that we made up. Our English was now only
about half English and half our own private language.
All I know is that their mouths dropped open when they saw our family
standing there, almost naked, to greet them. Then one of the strangers finally got
some words out, he said that all they wanted was to refill their water casks and
they were quite surprised to see anyone inhabiting the island. Mike told them
about being shipwrecked on this island many years ago, and that only us two had
survived. After the men filled up their casks, they rowed them back to the ship.
After a while, they came back again. This time the captain came ashore
and as the other three men filled more casks, the captain talked with Mike. When
mike waved at me, I came out of the hut. Mike said that the captain offered to
take us off of the island if we wanted to go. At first, I was really all excited to go,
but then I became very undecided, so the captain said that he was going to leave
on the noon tide tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, he would send the boat back to
shore for more supplies, and we had until then to make up our minds.
That night we talked it over, and I decided that it would be nice to go
back to civilization. But as we both thought about it, Mike and I could not
remember anything about what it was like before we got on the ship. I only had
very faint memories of even being on the ship, and Mike, being two years older,
remembered the dock, packing up, and boarding the ship, and a few details of our
voyage, but not much else.
The more that we thought about it, we decided to change our minds. For
one thing, the children only knew about here, and it would be a very strange new
life for them if we went back to civilization. What if they found out that we were
brother and sister with three kids; what would they do to us? Actually, we were
very happy here. We weren't really bored or lonely, and also there was no one
here to bother us or tell us what to do, or not to do. How would we make a living?
We also realized that we were really barely literate. We would even have to learn
how to talk the way other people talked.
When the long boat came back the next morning, we told them that we
decided it was better for us to stay here. The captain understood and brought a
bunch of provisions back over that he thought we could use, and that included
two bolts of cloth and sewing supplies. He said that the goods were in payment
for the fruit and the water that they took. We thanked him and he was off.
That was our last contact with civilization.
In the meantime, as Ruth grew older, I noticed that she came to Mike
more and more to have him massage her vulva for her. In the meantime, John and
Esther would pair off quite often. But then, John loved to have me play with his
genitals, and he also loved to play with my breasts, and sometimes put his hand
down into my wet vagina. I really enjoyed it, and I really saw no wrong in him
doing so as long as it was fun for the both of us.
As it turned out, if anyone wanted to be touched or have a little loving
from any member of the family, they were rarely denied. But the one exception
that I noticed was that Mike would not let John touch him, nor would Mike ever
touch John.
I noticed that Mike continued to prefer me when he could, but he also
loved the variety of the two girls, and would have one of the girls get him off
when I was unavailable.
About two years after Esther was born, I was pregnant again. It was an
easy birth, and I had another girl. We named her Elsa after my mother.
One day, Ruth was watching Mike and I have sex. Afterwards, she came
to me and asked if daddy could do that to her also. I told her that she would have
to break through her hymen first and then stretch her vagina until Mike's penis
could fit inside of it.
I helped her with the problem and several weeks later, she was ready. I
remember her climbing on to Mike's lap and putting his penis inside her vagina.
Afterwards, Mike had sex with her for two months straight before he ever paid
any attention to me again. I was hurt and I told him so. So, he promised to do me
during my safe days, and then I gave him permission to have sex with Ruth all he
wanted on the other days.
John sometimes liked to cuddle with me, and I loved to have him put his
penis inside of me just like I had watched mother and Mike do. Then he would
have sexual intercourse with me.
Since he was my son, It felt real good while I wrapped my arms and legs
around him. This was about as close as I could get with him, and sometimes we
would lay that way for a long time while he enjoyed the comfort of being loved
and cuddled by his mother.
One day, I was thinking about how unfair it was that Mike and John had
four females to keep them sexually satisfied. The girls would sometimes even get
into quarrels about who was going to get whom to satisfy their sexual urges. Even
I was not satisfied during certain times of the month. Both Mike and John had so
much sex, that they even got tired of it, and would even run off and hide
somewhere.
Soon, I got pregnant again. I was really wishing for a boy, and when I
gave birth, my wishes came true. I named him Matthew. We called him Mat for
short. I noticed that the three girls just doted over him. They did everything
possible to take care of him, and all I had to do was feed him with my breasts
until he was able to take solid food.
As Mat grew older, his penis was well cared for by the three girls.
Eventually, Ruth became old enough to have children. I knew that either
Mike or John would eventually get her pregnant.
Yes it finally happened, and several weeks before she was due, she had a
miscarriage and the baby was still-born. Because of this, Mike had sex with her
only six days per month.
John finally was old enough to ejaculate, and he soon had Ruth pregnant
again. She gave birth to a boy. It looked normal, and we were all very pleased. We
named him Luke.
Also, just as I figured, John, my son, got me pregnant. I new it was my
own fault, but I just couldn't resist him at that moment. So nine months later I
had another girl. We named her Eden.
By now, we had a regular tribe going, and it was no more just Mike and I.
We had kids screaming all over the place. Those years of silent solitude were now
all over.
Mike continued to get me pregnant until I had twelve children. John was
having fun getting Ruth pregnant, and eventually Esther. When Elsa became of
age, John got her pregnant also.
Mike got Ruth pregnant again, and she had a healthy boy.
Mat and Sarah were especially fond of each other, and when they reached
child-bearing age, they only had sex with each other, and had their own children.
Eventually I lost count of whose children belonged to whom.
I remember that there was a lot of bickering and fights about who was
going to have sex with whom, so Mike and I had to have some sort of reform. We
got all of the children together and sat them down. We had those who wanted to
pair up, do so. So we called them married couples and no one was allowed to
touch them, nor were they allowed to have sex with anyone else. Then we told the
rest of them to leave the paired ones alone, and they had to take their chances
with those that were still unattached.
As the years went by, Mike got several more of the girls pregnant. The
boys got many girls pregnant. Finally, we had our own little colony. I advised
those turning of age to pair off and get married. If they did, we held a little
ceremony for them. But with the rest, it has been just a regular 'free for all'
So that's as it stands for now. I think our population has now grown to
eighty-seven at last count with many of the girls pregnant right now.
The problem now is that if we don't stop having kids soon, we're going to
outgrow the island's resources.
Prolog
I was really quite shocked at what Mary had told me. So I decided it best
to start a church and a school in order to give the people some sort of an education
and moral values, and some form of government to make laws about marriage and
having sex. Maybe, if worse comes to worse, even exporting some of them to
other countries.
This is the end of my report that I have written, and I will file it with the
church so that they can take proper action.
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