Death of a Story - An Essay and Tale
by Alex Hawk



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See what happens when my ambition
outstrips my ability. Both a story and the story of a story!




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There are occasions with every writer where they start a project
and give up. There's any number of reasons why. Sometimes you
loose interest, sometimes you're unsatisfied with the project,
sometimes real life interferes, etc.

In this case I started writing a story called "Never-Never
Island". It was a story about a group of kids stranded on a
tropical island. Think "Lord of the Flies" with fucking. It was
meant to be big and special as I planned it to be my 100th story.

This won't be happening.

Here's the story as it stands, as complete as it's ever going to
be. Go ahead and read it. I guess it was about 20% complete. When
you get to the end, I'll go into detail about why this story will
never be finished.



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Never-Never Island
by
Alex Hawk


I awoke with a start from the weird dream I'd been having. Even
as I sat up in my bunk the images faded from my mind, but the
hard rocking I'd been experiencing was still happening, as was
the sound of knocking on the cabin door.

"Hannah?! Wake up, honey!"

I staggered out of bed and pulled a bathrobe over the panties
that were all I wore to bed. The yacht we were all on rocked
under my feet. Opening the door, I saw my mom standing there
looking concerned.

"Get your life jacket and get up to the lifeboat."

I blinked. "What?" I asked as I grabbed my jacket and threw it
on. "We're abandoning ship?"

My mom shook her head. "No, but the storm's getting worse and we
want all you kids in one safe place."

"Oh. Well, ok."

I followed my mom along the rocking decks to the aft-starboard
where the rather large lifeboat was moored. Inside were my
cousins and brothers, only one of which was a girl like me. We'd
all come out on this little boat ride through the Indian Ocean
for our family reunion. I'd heard everyone talking last night
about a possible storm, but I didn't expect it to be this bad.

Along with the other kids, my Uncle Ross was in the lifeboat. He
pulled the canopy back over it after I was securely inside. I sat
between two of my brothers, Taylor and Jordan, as the ship around
us rocked.

"Are we going to have to escape?" asked Andy, the youngest of my
cousins.

Uncle Ross shook his head. "No, everything should be ok."

I felt Jordan move a little closer to me. At fourteen, he was a
year younger than I was, and still prone to the same sort of
jumpiness one might expect from a boy a couple years younger than
him. Since I felt a little jumpy myself, I leaned a little closer
to him, too.

There was a flash of lightning and a lound THUMP that caused the
lifeboat to shudder. All of us, including me, let out screams of
various types. Uncle Ross staggered a little and reached for the
canopy release.

"I think something's come lose!" he called out as he opened it
up. "I'll be right back!" And he was outside.

I reached over to pull the canopy shut and just as I sat down,
the yacht gave a sudden lurch. There was a horrble screeching
noise, then silence for a moment, then a sharp sensation of
smacking into something, followed by the lifeboat rocking.

"Shit!" yelled out Kip, one of my cousins and, at twelve, kind of
annoying. "We've come loose!"

I pulled open the canopy and was rewarded with water splashing
into the boat. I could see the yacht, not too far away, with
Uncle Ross and my mom standing on the deck. Then a wave knocked
the lifeboat and more water splashed in. I quickly shut the
canopy again.

"Ok!" I said brightly. "Everyone make sure your lifejackets are
secure."
	Kip's twin brother, Kit, called out, "What's happening?!"

"We've launched, and we're moving away from the yacht. But don't
worry. This thing has a GPS locator and everything. We'll be fine
once the storm stops. Meantime, everyone just stay calm!"

We all basically wound up huddling in the bottom of the lifeboat
as the storm carried us along over the waves. When we weren't
screaming, we were crying, right up to the point where,
eventually and from sheer exhaustion, we all drifted off to
fitful sleep.


* * *


I was the first of all of us to wake up. Sunlight was steaming
through one of the small windows on the side of the boat. As I
woke up and got to my knees to peer outside, I was aware of the
boys around me stirring. Soon they were all looking out the
windows, too.

"Where are we, Hannah?" asked Kyle, one of my cousins.

I shook my head. "I don't know. I'm going to open the canopy and
look outside."

I popped open the canopy and looked around. The air was warm, and
had a tropical, salty smell to it. Peering around, I saw nothing
but blue sea, except... wait... I looked hard in the distance,
then dropped back into the boat.

"Zack?" I said to my other brother who, at eleven, was the
youngest of the three, comming second to Taylor's thirteen and,
of course, Jordan's fourteen. "You've got good eyes. Look outside
at about 2 o'clock and tell me what you see."

"Ok." As Zack stood up, I noticed he wasn't wearing anything but
boxers, a t-shirt and a life jacket. Looking around, I saw that
most of the other boys were dressed in about the same thing. Kim,
the eleven-year-old sister to Kip and Kit, was wearing a long
t-shirt and what looked like pale panties under it. They must've
all been as asleep as I had been.

Zack dropped back into the boat. "Looks like it could be land."

"Ok." I examined the canopy. "This folds down. Taylor, Jordan,
you get it folded. Kip and Kit, you two look for the oars. The
rest of you... just watch."

It took a few minutes of doing, but soon the boat as open and the
oars were out. as Kyle and Jordan were the oldest, both being
fourteen, I assigned them each an oar and told them to row for
it.

Meantime, I scanned all over the outside for the GPS beacon. Once
I activated it, it wouldn't be any problem for them to find us.
Then we'd go home, and we'd be able to tell our grandkids about
our little Adventure at Sea.

That was when I spotted the large, gaping hole were the beacon
was supposed to be.

"Well," said Josh, Kyle's thirteen-year-old brother as he came up
behind me. "I guess we know what that thump last night was that
sent Uncle Ross out, huh?"

"Apparently," I said with a sigh. "No beacon, guys," I told the
rest of the boat.
"When we land, we'll have to get a signal fire put up quick."

That cast a pall over the boat, which had been relaxing a bit.
Silence reigned as the boys rowed us towards the ever-closer
island.

"We're totally fucked, aren't we?" asked Kim, moving closer to
me.

"No, we're fine," I said. "We just have to get to land."

I could tell she was still worried, but she kept quiet after
that, as did the boys, and with the exception of Jordan talking
to Kyle about the rowing, the boat was dominated by silence. It
was kind of nice, cause it gave me a chance to sort out my
thoughts. On the other hand, it also forced me to worry
extensively about what might happen to us.

It took about an hour of rowing before we finally got within
range of the beach. Kip and Kit both grabbed a couple of the
ropes on the front and got out, splashing into the water as they,
along with Kyle and Jordan, launched the boat up a fair distance
onto the sand.

"All ashore that's going ashore!" I called out as all of us
jumped out of the boat and onto the beach.

There was nervous laughter from everyone as we all got onto the
sand. Most of the kids just sort of flopped onto the ground,
happy to be on solid land again. I had Jordan and Kyle help me
haul the boat up above the tide line, figuring that it would be
bad to have it washed out to sea without us.

Once that was done, I began rooting through the boat's survival
gear as the rest of the kids miled around on the beach. Already
Kim and Zack were busy building a basic sand castle while Kip,
Kit and Josh went splashing around in the water.

"So how's it look?" asked Jordan, comming and crouching down next
to me as I rooted through the survival kit.

"Not too bad, actually," I said. Here's what the inventory
consisted of.
- Compass
- A large first aid kit
- Blankets (4)
- Lighters (2)
- Fish hooks (100)
- Fishing Line (1000')
- Axe
- Signal mirror
- Rubbing Alcohol (24 oz bottle)
- MRE's (12)
- Nylon Rope (100')
- Signal Flares (3)
- Swiss Army Knife
- Hunting Knife
- Collapsable Shovel
- Collapsable Buckets (2 at one gallon each)
- Water purification kit (100 tablets, each good for a gallon)
- Lightweight Aluminum Pot (3 gallons)

In addition, I realized that our resources also consisted of:
- Me, aged 15
- My brothers, Jordan, 14, Taylor, 13, and Zack, 11
- The first of my cousins, the twins, Kip and Kit, 12, and their
sister, Kim, 11
- Brothers Kyle, 15, Josh, 13, and Chad, 12
- And the last of my cousins, Jack, 13, and Andy, 12

Eleven of us stuck on this island together. I wondered how long
we'd be here, and then realized that didn't matter. What mattered
was that we needed to ACT like we were going to be here forever.
This meant that we'd have to get a good idea of the lay of the
island, get some food, some fresh water, get a fire going, set up
a shelter, etc.

I looked at Jordan. "We've got enough supplies to keep us going
for a while and enough supplies to make sure that if it takes
longer than a while to get rescued, we should be ok."

Jordan nodded and brushed a lock of his long hair out of his
face. "How long... how long do you think we're going to be here?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. We can't have drifted too far away
from the yacht. I'm sure they've already made contact with the
authorities back in Australia and they've already got search
parties out."

"Yeah, but..." Jordan dropped his voice. "Hannah, this is a big
ocean. We're on a small island. I didn't see any other islands
around here when we were rowing towards the place."

"Well, we don't know how big the island is," I pointed out. "We
haven't explored yet. That's the next step."

"Ok." Jordan stood up, giving me a view of something unexpected.

"Ah... Jordan? You're... uh... hanging out..."

Jordan looked down to where the tip of his penis was poking out
from under the hem of the long t-shirt he was wearing. It wasn't
the first penis I'd ever seen, but I hadn't expected to see my
brother's.

Jordan blushed and pulled the shirt down a little more. "Sorry,"
he mumbled. "I didn't think to grab any boxers or anything."

I laughed a little at my brother's embarassment. "It's ok. We'll
hopefully be out of here soon and I'll buy you a pack of six."

Jordan grinned and said, "You're on."

"Alright," I said, standing up and looking around. "Round up
everyone and bring them over to those trees over there."

"Gotcha."

I went over to the collection of palm trees I'd pointed at and
waited while Jordan rounded up our various cousins and siblings.
Once everyone was gathered around I started speaking.

"Ok, everyone. Here's the situation. We're on this island for the
forseable future. We could be rescused in twenty minutes, we
could be rescued tomorrow, or we might be here a lot longer.
Either way, since we don't know for sure, we'll have to assume
that we're going to be here for a while."

"What do you mean? Like for years?" asked Kim with a hint of
panic in her voice.

I sighed. "We just don't know. Would you rather pretend we're
going to be here for a long time and then get rescued tomorrow,
or would you rather pretend we're leaving tomorrow and stay here
for years? We have to prepare for the worst."

There was a bit of noisy panic at that point. I let them all get
it out of their systems for a few seconds and then said, rather
loudly, "Ok! That's ENOUGH!"

Gradually the noise abated.

"Right. Now. Jordan, Kyle, and Josh, I want you to explore the
island going that way," I said, pointing down the beach. "Josh,
Kip, Kit, I want you to go the other way. Keep an eye out for
possible water sources, food, shelter, etcetera. Don't go too
far. Make sure you turn back within, say, three hours or so. Stay
along the beach for now. We'll explore island later, ok?"

"Alright," said Josh as the other boys nodded.

As the boys headed out to explore, I enlisted the rest of the
kids to help me with digging  a firepit and gathering up some
driftwood. Kim, Zack and Andy seemed happy to have something to
take their minds off the problems we were all in. It wasn't by
chance that I'd left the youngest kids behind.

It didn't take too long for me to get a fire going, which gave us
all a chance to get our clothes dried a little bit. The clothing
thing was going to be an issue soon, I knew. Kim had on her long
t-shirt and panties, and I knew Jordan didn't even have that.
Most of the boys were wearing only pajama bottoms or boxers, some
with t-shirts and some without. If we were here for any length of
time, we'd all end up buck-naked.

After nearly three hours, Andy said, "Hey, look!"

I followed his pointing arm and saw all the rest of the boys
comming back, all from the same direction. My heart sank. The
island couldn't be very big if they'd met and started walking
back.

I walked up to Jordan. "All the way around the island?" I asked.

He nodded. "It's not all that tiny, though. We found a small pond
that looks like it has fresh water, though we didn't go all the
way to explore it cause you said not to. We also spotted what
looked like some caves. This must've been a volcanic island at
one point."

"Yeah, we saw what looked like a small mountain or something,"
Chad said. "And we found some pineapples." My cousin held one up.

"Alright. Let's strategize a little." I sat down with the boys
and started hammering out a little plan. I sent Jordan and Kyle,
with the collaspable buckets, to get some water from the creek. I
tasked the younger kids, Kim, Zack and Andy, with using some of
the hooks and lines to try and get some fish. Josh went along to
help them. Then Taylor, who had spotted the caves earlier, would
go check out said caves while the other boys set about gathering
some coconuts from the nearby trees.

Taylor, my middle brother, was one of the boys who was wearing
nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms. I wasn't sure if he had
underwear on under them or not. Either way, I started wondering
what the lifespan of the light flannel cloth would be.

The caves were about two hundred feet back from the shore, and
not too terribly far from where we'd set up temporary camp. As we
walked into the biggest one, I looked around. The floor was
reasonably smooth, and some light work would take care of the
smaller rocks piled around. We'd have room in the middle to set
up a fire if we ever needed to. There was even a small area that
would serve well as a larder.

"Nice. Good job spotting these, Taylor."

"Thanks." He looked around. "You really think we're going to be
here a long time?"

I shrugged and repeated my usual mantra. "I don't know. But we
have to prepare to be."

"Yeah." Taylor scratched at his arm. "I wonder what's going to
happen to our clothes. We aren't exactly dressed for the
outdoors."

I laughed. "I was thinking something like that myself. We're
probably going all end up naked if we're here any length of
time."

"Oh, great." Taylor sounded less than excited by the idea.

I laughed some more. "Hey, I think you'd be happy! You'll get to
see naked girls!"

"Yeah, you and Kim. Some show that'll be!"

I glared at my younger brother. "Oh, really? Are you saying I'm
ugly?"

Taylor waved his hands. "No, no, Hannah! But you're my sister and
Kim's only eleven. What's there to see on a girl that's eleven?"

"Oh, so it would be fine if I wasn't your sister and Kim was,
say, fourteen?"

"Oh, yes, that'd be fine!" he said brightly.

I glared at him again and said, "Come on, brat. Let's get back to
the camp site."

We were pleasantly surprised when we got back. It turned out that
Zach had experienced some luck with his fishing and had reeled in
a very large yellow... fish... of some sort. I didn't know what
kind, but it had meat on it. As we were celebrating, Andy managed
to land another. With that and the coconuts, plus the pineapple
trees, it looked as though food wasn't going to be a problem.

"Ok! Kip and Kit, you two get the fish gutted and cleaned. I know
you spend lots of time out fishing, so you'll know what to do.
Andy, Zach, good work. Go get some more. Everyone else, let's get
some of this stuff moved up to the caves. I think I found the one
we're going to stay in for right now."

I was pleased, and slightly vexed, by the fact that everyone
seemed to be willing to do what I told them without question. I
had a reputation for having a good head in a crisis, which was
annoying at times.

With the help of all the rest of the kids, I got everything moved
up to the cave. We left the boat tied up to three trees, just in
case a storm hit or something like that. By the time that my
watch said one in the afternoon (and assuming we hadn't hit
another time zone, I knew it was accurate), we had everything
moved and were starting to cook up some fish.

"So what do we do about sleeping tonight?" asked Kyle around a
mouthful of fried goodness.

I used my hand to dip into our chlorine-tasting drinking water
and took a sip. Then I said, "Well, for tonight at least we'll
break out the blankets, just in case it gets cold, and spread
them out on the floor of the cave. Maybe if we're here longer we
can use some fond fronds or something to set up a real floor."

"We've got axe and some rope," Josh said. "Maybe we could chop
down some of the trees and build a basic hut or something."

That got all the boys talking about massive building projects
that I knew we wouldn't complete if we were here until the sun
burned out. But at least it took their minds off their current
situation.

By the time sun sank down in the west, we had the cave all
cleaned out and set up. The blankets were spread out all over the
ground and provided at least some padding. I figured it was
probably going to be a little chilly in there, so we built our
third fire of the day and set it up inside, a good distance from
the blankets, and soon the cave was nice and warm.

And with that we all got onto the blankets and, eventually,
gradually, drifted off to sleep.


* * *


The next morning we all woke up not too long after sunrise. I set
the youngest kids out fishing again and threw Chad and Josh on
gathering detail (wood and food). The rest of the kids I set on
gathering up materiels to build a signal fire with. I then went
with Kyle to go see to the water supply.

I'd always had an interesting relationship with Kyle. He was the
closest in age to me as far as my cousins went, only a couple
months younger than I was. He was also kind of cute, and very
smart, though he didn't talk too much as he was rather shy. He
also, I learned by walking behind him and staring at his boxers,
had a nice ass.

And that was when another series of thoughts played through my
mind. If we were here on this island long enough, sex between
some of the kids was inevitable. I'd always been fascinated with
sex. Well, at least I had been since I'd hit puberty. My actual
experience with sex was limited to me having given a couple
exboyfriends blowjobs. I wasn't particularly attached to my
virginity, I just hadn't seen the need to get rid of it yet.

Being that Kim and I were the only girls here, this meant my
virginity would likely be a fading memory if we were here too
long. It also meant, since there was no birth control, that we'd
spend most of our lives pregnant. That part at least was not,
perhaps, the nicest thought I'd ever had.

I followed Kyle from the beach up to the ponds, just talking
about incidentals. I could tell he was still worried about us
being stuck here, but, like me, he was getting pretty pragmatic
about the whole thing.

Eventually in our walking we reached the ponds. There were two of
them, one bigger, the other one only slightly smaller. Both
looked rather deep. They were obviously rain water, which was
reasonably reassuring, since it meant we'd have a steady supply
(I hoped).

I cupped some of the water in my hand and splashed it over my
head. "Ah, that's nice. All that salt really sucks."

"Yeah," Kyle said with a nod. "We should set aside one pool for
washing and bathing and the other one for drinking."

Nodding back, I said, "That's a good idea."

We ended up picking the larger pool for drinking. The smaller one
would be used for bathing and cleaning clothes and such. It was
still big enough for two or three people to be in at a time,
which was good.

As we sat there near the washing pond, Kyle pulled his t-shirt
off and ran it through the water, soaking it down and wringing it
out over the rocks. He looked really hot crouching there in his
boxers like that.

I felt a great surge of arousal and desire course through my body
as I looked at my mostly naked cousin. I wasn't sure what brought
it on, I mean, beyond seeing him dressed like he was. I'd heard
that sometimes people, after going through a great, life
endangering event, wound up really horny afterwords. Maybe that
was the case here.

No matter what it was, I said to Kyle, "You wanna go for a swim?
I need to get all this dried salt off me."

"Sounds good to me." Kyle dipped his foot into the water. "Seems
warm enough." He lowered himself down into the pond and splashed
around a little, dunking himself under and resurfacing. "Very
nice! Come on in!"

"Alright. Just a second, though." I stood up and pulled off the
bathrobe and panties. As Kyle stared slack-jawed at my naked
body, I blushed a little. I'd never been nude in front of a boy
before. "I don't want to try and swim in anything that heavy, you
know? I'd sink really quick."

"Uh... yeah! Right. Ok."

I lowered myself into the water, happy to find it to be the
perfect temperature. I let out a little sigh of contentment and
looked around. "You know, this is actually a kind of nice island.
If we DO have to be here for a long time, it's not that bad a
place to be."

Kyle lifted his eyes off my slightly floating breasts and said,
"Uh... huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, it's pretty cool here. Looks like
we'll have no problem with food or water or anything."

"Well, and," I continued, "if we gotta be stuck here, better to
be stuck here with people we like, you know?"

"Oh, yes," he said with great feeling. "I know some people that
if I was stuck here with, they'd already be dead."

We both laughed.

I dunked my head under the water, letting the remants of salt
soak out of my hair. It really was a VERY nice place, this
island. That suddenly made me think of something.

"You know, we need to come up with a name for this place."

"A name?"

"Yeah. We need something to call it."

"You mean the ponds?" he asked, clearly not getting it.

"No, no, no. I mean the island."

"Oh!" I could see his face change as understanding dawned.
"Right, ok."

"Got any ideas?"

Kyle shook his head. "But we can all talk about it tonight during
dinner."

I nodded. "That sounds good." I grinned at my cousin. "You're
smarter than you let on sometimes, you know."

Kyle shrugged. "Yeah. Well, with a lot of the people I hang out
with, being smart isn't a really good thing, you know?"

"Yeah? Well, I think smart boys are cool." I smiled at him.

Kyle smiled back at me. "Thanks." Silence for a moment, then he
added, "You're cool, too."

"Thanks." Feeling a little tightness in my chest, I casually
said, "You know, I'm surprised you can be in here in your boxers.
Aren't they a little uncomfortable?"

"Uh... a little, maybe."

"Well," I said, feeling a blush spread across my face. "If you
want to, you can take them off."

"You don't care?" he asked a little weakly.

I shook my head. "No. I mean, look, if we're here any length of
time we're all going to be naked. You've already seen me naked.
So who cares?"

"Does this mean you're going to stay naked when you get out of
the pond?" Kyle asked with a hint of hope in his voice.

I laughed. "Yeah, maybe."

"Well, I guess it's not a big deal if I get naked, too, then."
Kyle stood up, faced away from me, took off his boxers and got
back into the water, though not before I had a great view of his
cute naked butt.

Now we were both naked, but I had no idea what I wanted to do
next. I mean, Kyle was really cute and stuff, and if we were
going to be here for a long time, I'd certainly wind up having
sex with him. But what if we didn't? Suppose we got rescued
tomorrow and I'd already slept with him?

On the other hand, to hell with it. I wanted to feel good and
fooling around with my cousin would accomplish that goal.

 "So do you have a girlfriend back home?" I asked, moving just a
little closer.

"No. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No," I replied with a shake of my head. "I had one a few months
ago but we broke up."

"Oh, that sucks."

"Yeah. You've had girlfriends before, though, right?"

"Oh, yeah, a couple of them," he said trying to appear manly.

"Good, good." I moved closer still and put my hand onto Kyle's
bare chest. "Well, any girl that dated you was lucky indeed."

"You really think so?" Kyle asked in a quiet voice.

"Oh, yeah." I moved even closer and then leaned forward and gave
him a kiss, right on the mouth.

Kyle seemed surprised, but did obviously have at least some
experience with girls, cause he recovered quickly and started
kissing back. He was the one who actually started with the French
kissing, which I really liked.

My cousin had put his hands on my shoulders while we started to
kiss, but now he moved one of them down and cupped one of my
breasts. He tweaked the nipple gently, eliciting a moan from me.

"How far have you gone with a girl before?" I asked him between
kisses.

"This is the farthest," he admitted.

"How far do you WANT to go?"

Kyle thought for a second. "As far as we can."

"Ok."

I straddled Kyle's waist, feeling his penis rubbing against my
vagina. I knew right then and there that I wouldn't be a virgin
when I got out of this pond. The idea filled me with excitement.

As I kissed Kyle some more, I reached down and started to stroke
his penis. It was very warm and very hard. I'd played around with
a couple boys before, as I said earlier, and Kyle's erection
seemed to be about the same as theirs. This was reassuring but a
little disapointing. Given that I'd made up my mind to lose my
virginity to him, I'd somehow thought he should be built
different somehow.

Keeping one hand on Kyle's erection, I used the other to balance
myself. I rubbed the tip of his penis along my vagina and lined
him up to enter me. Slowly I pushed back, anticipating the
pleasure of having my cousin fuck me for the first time.

As I moved back, I felt a sensation of pressure as the tip of
Kyle's fifteen-year-old virgin penis start to slowly enter my
fifteen-year-old virgin vagina. Once the tip was all the way in,
I knew I'd only have to push back a little father, and he'd be
entirely inside me. I closed my eyes and got ready to get fucked.

A sound made me look up. I saw Jordan standing there, about
twenty feet away, staring at us with his mouth wide open and his
penis tenting up the base of his t-shirt. I froze, unsure what to
do.

Kyle followed my gaze. "Jordan!" he squeaked, and sort of pushed
me off him, the tip of his penis withdrawing from my vagina.

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry, guys... I didn't mean to... I just wanted
to... some water... I... sorry!" Jordan quickly ran off.

Kyle and I sat there staring at each other and breathing hard,
both acutely aware of what had almost happened. I wanted to get
back on top, to get him inside me, to have sex with him, but I
knew the moment was over.

He must've known it, too, cause he said, "Uh... look, Hannah, we
should probably get back to the camp."

"Er... yeah. Yeah, we should."

The two of us got out of the water, dressed in silence and walked
our way back to the campsite.

When we got back to camp, most everyone had finished with the
work they'd been assigned. We had quite a nice supply of food,
which was good, cause I didn't want to have to break out the
MRE's. There was also a nice stock of driftwood that had been
gathered and, much to my happiness, Chad and Josh had, once they
were done getting the wood together, started plotting out a basic
elevated floor that would go in the bottom of the cave. One of
the problems we'd noticed last night was a lot of bugs. If we got
up off the ground, maybe we'd have less of an issue.

In fact the only problem that had come up all day was that Kim
had cut her foot on some coral while out swimming. Kit and Kip
had both spent a lot of time in the Boy Scouts, and they'd made
up a bandage out of Kip's t-shirt, cleaned out the wound,
sterilized it with some rubbing alcohol and wrapped up their
sister's foot. It looked pretty good, which was a relief. The
last thing we'd need would be an infection.

For the rest of the day, Kyle and I sort of avoided each other,
and I made a point of avoiding Jordan, I was so angry at him. I
mean, it wasn't his fault that he'd happened along when he did,
but it still sucked.

As night began to arrived we all gathered around the fire and
cooked up some food. We'd discovered quickly that the large,
yellow fish we mostly caught were really tasty when you cooked
them up with some pineapple juice and covered them in coconut
milk. This also had the advantage of leaving us with shells we
could use to hold water in.

After we were done eating, we sat around singing songs, which was
very rustic and nice until you realized that most of what we were
singing was songs from bands like No Doubt, Linkin Park, D12 and
the like. Not traditional campfire fare, but it made us all feel
better and it was a lot of fun.

I also told everyone about the two ponds and how we'd use one for
water the other for cleaning (and other things, but that wasn't
mentioned). I then told everyone about how we were going to need
a name for the island, and we'd pick one at dinner tomorrow,
which got everyone excited.

Lastly, I told them about our need for cloth for bandages,
pointing to Kim's foot in a highlight. I basically told all the
boys who had shirts on to give them up (except Jordan, cause that
would've left him naked). I also suggested that anyone who had on
pajama bottoms with underwear under them should give up the
bottoms.

In the end all the boys, except Jordan, wound up shirtless and we
ended up with two sets of pajama pants. Then, to my surprise, Kim
took off her t-shirt and contributed that to the pile. I gave her
a questioning look.

She shrugged. "We need the cloth, and it's not like I have
anything to hide anyhow. Not like you."

I thought for a moment. "Well, I guess I don't really have
anything that needs to be hidden either." I took my robe and
threw it onto the pile, accutely aware of all the boys, including
my three brothers, staring at my bare breasts. I glared at them
all. "They're called tits, boys. Just blobs of fat. No big deal."
To their credit they all pretended to look away after that, or at
least didn't make their stares so obvious.

With that our first full day on the island came to an end.


* * *


After we woke up the next morning, we had a little breakfast of
pineapple and coconuts. I figured this would, very quickly, get
old. But at least we'd have enough food, though I worried a
little about things like scurvy. But maybe there was enough
vitamin-C in the pineapples and coconuts to keep us going.

As I set everyone onto their morning tasks, I figured it would be
a good idea to switch things around. To let everyone have the
chance to do everything. To, for example, set the kids onto
gathering water, have the twins go fishing, etc.

That left me with the problem of what to have Kyle do. I wanted
to, basically, haul him into the cave and finished what we'd
started last night. But I knew it was also important to get work
done and I couldn't be appearing to play favorites.

Thankfully, before it became and inssue, Kyle offered to work
with Josh and Chad on building us a floor. The bugs last night
had been really bad, so the floor was becoming a major priority.
I agreed, but gave him a couple looks to give him a hint of what
I had in mind for later. From the looks I got in return, my plans
would succeed.

As for me, I decided to hang out with Jack, Andy's older brother,
for the day. I figured he and I could go out and do some food
gathering. Get some more pineapples, some coconuts and... well,
more pineapples and more coconuts. Fun.

Jack was thirteen and I hadn't really ever spent too much time
around him. He was kind of bookish, something of a nerd, but a
basically nice kid. Like his brother, Jack had blond hair and it
was nearly as long as Jordan's, though unlike Jordan, Jack kept
his in a ponytail which looked rather fetching. As for his body,
well, he was wearing only a pair of tighty-whities and like
everyone else around me, was in pretty decent shape.

He and I tromped into the small "forest" that dominated the
center of the island. He'd told me about some good places to
gather up our food. We had one of the buckets to carry everything
in and I had every intention of making sure it was full.

Once we got to the harvest grounds, we started picking over the
fruit, looking for the best ones. The entire time, Jack was
trying his best to check out my breasts without being too obvious
about it. It was actually kind of funny, but started to get a
little old quickly.

"Ok, hang on a second, Jack," I said, after a few minutes of
this.

"Huh? What?" he said, looking slightly guilty.

"You keep staring at my breasts," I accused.

Jack blushed and looked embarassed. "Sorry," he mumbled.

I stood up straight and said, "Well, ok, if you wanna look, go
ahead and look. It's not a big deal."

Jack stared right at my breasts, not able to take his eyes off
them. I saw his penis stiffening up in his underwear for a moment
before he covered the bulge with his hand. A faint surge of
familiar arousal went through me, even more intense than it had
yesterday, despite the fact that I didn't find Jack as attractive
as Kyle.

Still, maybe I could have some fun with him. "You can touch them
if you want to," I said.

Jack looked surprised. "I can?"

"Sure." I took his hands and placed one on each of my breasts,
which incidentally exposed his bulging underwear.

"Wow!"

"You like them?"

"Oh, yeah... I've never touched a girl like this before." Jack
shrugged. "Hell, until last night I'd never even SEEN a girl's
tits."

I placed my palms against Jack's chest, tracing a couple circles
around his nipples. "You're pretty nicely put together, too."

"Thanks..."

I let my hands drift slowly down to the bulge inside his
underwear. I cupped it and rubbed it gently, enjoying the feeling
of the hardness under the fabric. Then I hooked my fingers into
the waistband and lowered Jack's underwear down, letting his
hard, teenage penis pop up into sight.

Jack's penis wasn't as big as the other ones I'd seen in my life,
but it was pretty nice. Looked like it was about the right size
to suck on, too. So with that in mind I dropped down to my knees
and wrapped my mouth around my cousin's erection.

"Ah... oooh... that's... wow..." Jack whispered, resting his
hands on the back of my head.

I ran my tongue and lips all over my cousin's penis, enjoying the
really NICE sensation of having a boy in my mouth like this. It
wasn't something I did very often, but I really liked it when I
did.

As I blew Jack, I wiggled out of my underwear. After being
interupted yesterday, I had every intention of getting what I
wanted today. I had wanted Kyle to be my first fuck, but I was
more than willing to settle for Jack.

I pulled my mouth off Jack's penis and looked up at him. "Get on
top of me," I said as I laid back on the ground.

"Uh... what?" Jack asked, staring stupidly between my legs.

"Get. On. Top. Of. Me."

Gingerly and shaking a little, Jack got between my legs and
lowered himself down so that his body was resting on mine. The
shaft of his penis came into contact with my vagina, sending
little sparks through me.

"Are we going to... actually... do it?" Jack asked, a little
breathless.

"Yes," I said simply. "Do you want to?"

"Oh, yes."

"Good." I took Jack's penis in my hand and lined it up so that
the tip was touching my vagina. "Go ahead and push it in, ok?"

"Ok..."

Jack pushed with his hips, a little awkwardly. His erection
deflected slightly and didn't go in. I reached down and
repositioned him and nodded. He pushed once again and the tip
went into me.

"Yeah," I whispered, placing a hand on Jack's butt. "Yeah...
that's the right place... Just slide it in real slow... it's my
first time, too..."

"Ok..."

Jack steadied himself and pushed down and forward. A little bit
of the shaft of his thirteen-year-old virgin penis slipped into
my fifteen-year-old virgin vagina. He pushed in a little more,
and now half of him was inside me.

I let out a sigh of pleasure, knowing that I was about to finally
have a boy completely inside me.

"Oh! Oh, shit!" came a voice from not too far away. With a
feeling of great dread, I looked over near some trees and saw...
yes... Jordan. Standing there with a familiar look on his face.

Jack very quickly pulled back, the half of his penis that was
inside me rapidly exicting as he said, "Jordan! Oh! Uh..." He
grabbed his underwear and sprinted off into the trees.

Jordan stood there looking awkward. He said, "Hannah... I'm
sorry... I didn't-"

I stood up and pointing a finger at him. "No! Don't say it! GO
AWAY."

Jordan stared at my naked body and then fled into the trees.

It took me a little while to finally track down Jack. He had made
his way back to camp and was helping to work on the floor like
nothing had happened. I caught his eye and nodded at him. He
blushed a little and turned back to the floor.

Well, great. Now I'd nearly gotten laid twice and it didn't seem
like I was going to end up going all the way anytime soon. Not
while Jordan was hanging around. I found him near the campfire
and glared at him. I knew it wasn't fair and it wasn't his fault,
but I was still pissed off at him.

That night after dinner we all sat down and started to discuss
the new name for the island.

"What about Paradise Island?" Kim suggested.

Josh snorted. "What, from Wonder Woman?"

"Be nice," I said, glaring at Josh. "What ideas do you have?"

"I don't."

"Ok. Who else has a name?"

"How about Shangri-La?" suggested Jack, trying not to look my
way.

"What kind of name is that?" asked Andy.

"It's from a book."

"Treasure Island?" said Zach.

"No, a different one."

"No, I mean as a name."

"Ok," I said to stop this. "So! We have Paradise Island,
Shangri-La and Treasure Island. Any other ideas?"

Jordan meekly raised his hand.

Trying to calm my irrational irritation at my brother, I said,
"Yes, Jordan?"

"Well... what about... Never-Never Island?"

"Like from Peter Pan?" asked Chad.

Jordan nodded.

There was a wave of reaction around the fire and I knew we had a
winner. I figured we should still vote on it anyhow. Once all was
done, we had one vote for Treasure Island and all the rest,
including mine, for Never-Never Island.

"Ok! Never-Never Island it is!"

There was much applause and happiness around the fire, and Jordan
then treated us all to a recitation of his favorite ghost story,
which kept everyone entertained until bedtime. I sat there with
my lingering resentment fading slowly. My brother really was a
nice guy, it was just too bad he'd kept me from getting laid not
once, but twice.

After the stories were over it was bedtime. Before we all went to
sleep, everyone went out into a designated part of the water to
take care of certain lavatory needs. When that was done, we all
got ready for bed. As I was getting the blanket Kim and I would
share ready to go, Jordan came up to me.

"Hannah? Can I talk with you privately for a moment?"

I looked at him, ready to bite his head off, but drove the
impulse down. "Alright. Kim, finish getting the blanket ready,
ok? We'll be right back."

"Ok!"

I walked with Jordan down to the beach and away from the camp.
After we turned around a little bend, he started to talk.

"I'm sorry I walked in on you earlier."

"It's ok," I said a little gruffly.

"No, I mean, I know I probably pissed you off. I didn't know you
were there, or I wouldn't have walked up."

I sighed. "Yeah, I know." I smiled at my brother. "I know you
didn't meant to interupt anything. It was just a little...
annoying. That's all."

We continued to walk as we talked, our path taking us towards the
ocean.

"Were you guys actually..." Jordan trailed off for a moment and
before I could answer finished his question. "Were you guys
actually, you know, doing it?"

"Which time?"

"Uh... well, the first time?"

I'd always been close to Jordan and never lied to him. I decided
not to change that now. "No, we weren't. But we were about to."

"Oh? How close were you?"

I giggled a little. "Well, the tip was all the way inside me."

"Oh!" Jordan giggled a little, too, and brushed some hair out of
his face. In the light of the gibbous moon I could see his penis
was sticking up under his shirt again. I'd often wondered if my
oldest brother might be gay. He never dated girls, he looked kind
of feminine and, well, giggled. But if he was getting a hardon
over this, he probably was straight.

"What about with you and Jack?"

"What about it?"

"Well... I mean... it looked like he was..." Jordan trailed off.

I sighed. "He had about half of his penis inside me, you walked
up, he pulled out, that was that."

"Oh, god! I'm really sorry I interupted you two now!" Jordan
continued with another giggle. "How long have you guys been doing
it?"

I shook my head. "That would've been the first time I'd ever had
sex with anyone."

"Oh! Wow, I'm so sorry, Hannah! I know I'd be pissed off if
someone interupted my first chance to get laid. Whenever THAT
finally happens." Jordan brushed the hair out of his face again.
"Do girls get blue-balls?" he asked with a grin.

"Shut up, bitch," I said, smiling and pushing against him a
little.

Jordan laughed again, his stiff penis bobbing out from under his
shirt once more.

Looking down at it, I said, "Damn, boy. Why are you even
bothering with the shirt at this point?"

Jordan looked down at this penis, and probably blushed, though I
couldn't tell in the moonlight. "What, do you think I should take
it off?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. We're all probably going to end up naked
eventually. If nothing else, it IS good to have the fabric for
bandages."

"Yeah, but you still have your panties," Jordan pointed out.

"True." I thought for a moment then shrugged. "Fuck it. We're all
family. Who cares?" With that I hooked my fingers into them and
let them drop. I stepped out of the panties and picked them up,
carrying them in my hand.

Jordan watched me strip and then shrugged as well and pulled his
t-shirt off, revealing... well, frankly, one of the best looking
bodies I'd ever seen on a boy. He was on the skinny side, but
still nicely built and had, I could now easily see, a VERY
attractive penis.

I instantly felt a surge of desire for my brother, which I
quickly quashed, but then I started to wonder why I hammered it
down. I mean, we were on an island in the middle of fucking
nowhere. If I had sex with my brother, who was going to know? The
idea was kind of yucky, but still very appealing for some reason.
And, anyhow, if I was going to already commit incest with my
cousin, then this wouldn't be much different. Plus I was really,
really horny.

"Ok, I'll admit," I said as we started walking along the beach
again. "We girls don't get the same problems boys have, but what
we DO get is very frustrated and pretty horny."

"Oh, so when I interupted you guys..."

"Yeah, it kept me from standing a chance of getting off."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Hannah."

I stopped in my walking and turned towards Jordan. "How sorry are
you?"

He blinked. "Uhm... really sorry?"

"Well," I said as I took a step towards him. "There's a way you
can help."

"Oh?" he asked in a slightly higher pitched voice.

I raised a hand and ran it through my brother's long hair, then
down onto his chest. Then, taking a deep breath, I moved my hand
down and took hold of his penis. Jordan let out a gasp of
surprise. I stepped closed and placed my other hand on his butt.

"Ha... Hannah...?"

"I want you to fuck me, Jordan," I whispered, feeling a little
dizziness as I said the words.

"You... what?"

"I was about to have Kyle inside me. He didn't get to get into
there all the way. Neither did Jack." I took another deep breath
and started stroking his penis. "So I want you inside me
instead."

"But... but... you're my sister!"

"I know. I don't care." I kept stroking his penis slowly.

Jordan's face showed the struggle between his desire and his
intellect. "But Hannah... we can't..."

"Yes, we can. Lie down."

Rather awkwardly, Jordan lowered himself onto the ground, laying
on the sand of the beach. I kept my hand on his penis, afraid to
let go in case he changed his mind. Then I straddled him at the
waist and began rubbing the tip of his erection against my wet
vagina.

"Don't tell anyone about this, ok, Jordan?"

"Don't worry. I won't." His eyes were fixed to our groins.

Yet again, I took another deep breath, trying to calm myself. I
lined Jordan up properly and then, hoping against hope that we
wouldn't be interupted, I backed up slowly, feeling just a bit of
pressure and then the strangest sensation in the world as my
virgin fifteen-year-old vagina began to slip slowly down my
younger brother's fourteen-year-old virgin penis. When I stopped,
I knew he was all the way inside me.

I looked down at Jordan. His eyes were closed and he had an
expression of total bliss on his face. I couldn't believe I was
actually getting fucked by him, and from the look he had, the
feeling was mutual.

I lifted myself up a little, and then lowered back onto Jordan,
moving slowly up and down on his penis. It felt really good
having my brother inside me like this. I knew that I'd made the
right choice.

"Oh, Hannah..." Jordan whispered, opening his eyes and looking up
at me. "Oh, this feels wonderful..."

"Yeah..." I rode him for about a minute and then said, "Do you
wanna be on top?"

"Ok."

I lifted off Jordan and laid down in the sand, spreading my legs
wide. He lowered himself on top of me and touched the tip of his
penis to my vagina.

"Here?"

"Yeah."

Jordan gave a little push with his hips and sank his penis back
into me. I let out a moan as he started slowly moving back and
forth, fucking me into a world of pleasure like none I'd ever
pictured before. THIS was what I'd wanted so much. To have a boy
inside my vagina. To be getting laid.

"Oh... Hannah, this feels so good..." Jordan whispered, looking
down at me, his hair swinging as he fucked me.

"Yeah..." I cupped my brother's butt, feeling the muscles move as
he screwed me.

"Oh... Hannah...? What do you want... me to do... when I cum...?"

"You can cum inside me," I whispered. "I'm on the Pill," I lied.
I wasn't, but I didn't want him to stop, and I figured the odds
of him getting me pregnant were slim.

Jordan's thrusts increased in speed and he started to moan. I
knew he was getting close. I wrapped my legs around his waist to
get as much pleasure from him as I could before he climaxed. If I
was very lucky, I'd get my own orgasm, too.

That wasn't to be. Jordan started shaking and moaning and then
pushed hard and deep inside my body. I felt my brother's penis
start kicking inside my vagina as he fired his sperm into me.
Even though it wasn't nearly enough to make me cum, it still felt
very good.

After Jordan was done cumming he collapsed on top of me,
breathing hard. I held him tight, feeling very close to him.
Well, of course I was about as close as I could be, given that
his penis was still inside my vagina, but emotionally I felt
closer to my brother than I ever had before. That was a nice
thing.

"Thank you, Hannah," whispered Jordan.

I squeezed his butt with my hands and his penis with my vaginal
muscles and said, "You're welcome. Now stop walking in on me when
I'm trying to get fucked."

Jordan giggled, making his body shake a little. "I promise."

"You're still inside me," I whispered, a few moments later.

"Yeah, I know... do you want me to pull out?"

"No. Do you want to start fucking me again, though?"

"Sure!"

I let my eyes look up at the stars as my brother started moving
again, working his penis back and forth inside my vagina. This
was so wonderful. I knew I'd made the right choice by having sex
with Jordan. Yes, it would've been nice with Kyle or with Jack,
and I figured it probably would be in the future, cause I
certainly planned to sleep with them both, but losing my
virginity to my brother seemed very... right... somehow.

"Let's roll over," I whispered.

"Ok."

It was an awkward manuever for two people who'd been virgins
until less than half an hour ago, especially on sand, but
eventually, and without Jordan having to pull out, he and I
managed to roll over, leaving me on top of him. I let out happy
mewling sound as my brother's penis slid deeper into my vagina
than it had been when he was on top.

"Ah... yeah, that's what I like..." I smiled at my brother.

"It's real nice, yeah..."

I began to slowly ride Jordan's penis, placing my hands on his
smooth chest as I slid up and down on him. It was the best thing
I'd ever felt in my life, and got even better when Jordan reached
up to play with my breasts as we fucked.

It that final stimulation, combined with how beautiful my younger
brother looked naked in the moonlight, that at last pushed me
over the edge. I started moaning and squirming on Jordan's penis
as my orgasm hit, waves of pleasure washing from my vagina out
over my entire body. I let myself be lost in bliss.

My orgasm apparently triggered Jordan's second one, because I
felt his penis start spasming inside my vagina as his sperm was
released into me. I pictured it swimming through my body and
making me pregnant which, for some reason, turned me on even
more, sending a new blast of plesure through me.

Once we were both done cumming, I got off Jordan, feeling a
twinge of regret as his penis slipped out of my vagina. We laid
there next to each other on the sand, both breathing hard, lost
in our thoughts.

"That was incredible," Jordan finally said.

"Yeah." I looked up at the moon, which had moved quite a bit
since we'd started.
"We probably should wash off a little and get back to the camp."

"Yeah, ok."

The two of us got up and splashed out into the ocean where we
rinsed the sand and sweat off our bodies. Then we grabbed what
little clothes we had, put them on and started to walk back to
camp.

Before we got to camp, Jordan said, "Hannah?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad we did that."

"Me, too."

"Do you want to do it again sometime?"

"Hell, yeah."

Jordan grinned. "Cool."

Everyone was already in bed by the time we got back. Jordan made
his way to the blanket he was sharing with Chad and I got down
next to Kim.

As I settled next to her, she whispered, "Where were you guys?"

"We were just walking on the beach."

"Oh, ok. Good night, Hannah."

"Good night."

As I drifted off to sleep I considered the fact that I had my
brother's sperm swimming through my body, trying to make me
pregnant. I wondered if I'd actually get pregnant from him. It
was certainly possible. I guess I'd have at least some idea once
my next period was supposed to roll around.

My mind drifted off into a bizzare pseudo-dream about prenatal
care as I slowly fell into the embrace of slumber.


* * *


By the time the fourth day on Never-Never Island had rolled
around, we'd all established a pretty set routine. We all got up
at the same time as the sun rose. Usually Kim and I would get up
first and get some breakfast going. Then the boys would wake up
and eat. We'd all discuss our plans for the day and then go out
and do them.

The only real exception to the day, in fact, was that Jordan came
out of the cave naked, and announced that he planned to stay that
way. Why bother with clothes, he pointed out, when we needed the
fabric for other things. He and I traded a quiet smile with each
other at that. I figured that by the end of the week, we'd
probably all end up naked.

Meantime, for today, in my continuing efforts at making sure
everyone did something different each day, I decided I'd try my
hand at fishing, and I'd take with me my cousin Chad, giving him
a break from the contstruction work.

Now, a good question is: why wasn't I taking Jack or Kyle along?
Well, cause I didn't want sex interfering with the work that
honestly needed to be done. Yes, Chad was brother to Kyle, but
still I didn't think it would be an issue with him since he was
only twelve. Besides, I had plans with Kyle for later tonight and
with Jack for tomorrow.

Chad was, in many ways, a prototypical ADD boy. I was amazed that
he'd been able to concentrate at all on working on the floor
project. I guess that the prospect of having to sleep with bugs
focused his mind wonderfully.

Fishing apprently didn't have the same effect. He and I waded out
into the water up to our waists and spent about an hour casting
our improvised poles. I managed to get two fish during that time,
but Chad kept getting distracted.

"This is boring," he said, stomping around in the water.

I sighed. "Look, Chad, we need to eat."

He shrugged. "We have plenty of food already."

"Yes, but the thing about food, see, is that you eat it each day.
If we want to have MORE food we need to get some more fish."

"I know," he conceeded. "It's just boring, that's all."

"Well, look, just catch one fish and..." I thought quickly and
finally gave a little mental shrug. I knew exactly what I'd give
him for a present. He'd get laid for the first time. What the
hell. I was going to probably wind up having sex with every boy
on the island anyhow, and if I could use it as a tool to get the
boys to do whatever they needed to do, that would be worth it.
"And I'll give you a special present."

"What sort of present?" he asked skeptically.

"You'll see."

Chad sighed. "Fine."

It took nearly two more hours before Chad was finally able to
reel in a fish. Mind you, I'd reeled in a total of five by that
point, but at least he managed to get something. Plus the look of
success on his face as he finally pulled it in was really nice to
see.

"Nicely done," I said to him as we collected everything.

"Thanks!"

"Now... as for your surprise... let's get these fish back to Kim
and Zack and let them get them ready for dinner, then we'll get
to your surprise."

"Ok, cool."

Chad started walking, me a couple steps behind, checking him out.
He was wearing only his boxers, which were very wet and clinging
to his waist in interesting ways. From what I could see of his
penis under the fabric, it looked like it probably wasn't going
to be all that big. Still, having made up my mind to have him
fuck me I began to look at what was good about his body and
emphasize that. Besides, given that I'd only had one penis truly
inside me so far, maybe getting a smaller one for my second would
be better.

After dropping off the fish, I took Chad on a little walk out
into the trees. We walked and talked until we were a good
distance away from not only the camp, but also the ponds, the
caves, and virtually everything else. I wanted to make sure we
didn't have, say, Jordan, walk in on us.

Once we were in a nicely secluded area, I turned to Chad. "Ok.
Time for your surprise."

"Ok, cool."

"Take off your boxers," I instructed my younger cousin as I
pulled off my panties.

"What?" he asked blinking. "Why do you... need me to... take...
off..." He trailed off, looking at my naked body.

"So that we can have sex. That's your surprise. Assuming you want
it, of course." I smiled at him.

"Are you serious?" he breathed.

"Yes."

Moving so fast he nearly fell over, Chad quickly got out of his
boxers and stood there with his penis pointing almost straight
up. I got a good look at it. He had almost no hair and was only
about four inches long, but still looked pretty nice.

I took a step forward and gave his penis a couple tugs. "Very
nice."

"Thanks. Do we fuck now?" Chad asked eagerly.

I laughed. "Absolutely." I laid on the ground and spread my legs.
Chad got on top of me without me even needing to direct him. He
took his penis in his hand and began thrusting around, trying to
find the right place.

I laughed again. "You're still a virgin, right?"

"Yeah."

I took his penis and touched it against the entrance to my
vagina, already very wet with anticipation. "Right there."

"Ok."

Chad looked down to watch as he pushed forward and smoothly,
easily, slipped every bit of his virgin twelve-year-old penis
into my tight fifteen-year-old vagina. It was just that simple.
None of the screwing around, going slow business I'd had with
Jack or Kyle. He just slipped right into me.

"Aw... fuck, yeah, that feels good..." Chad whispered as he sank
into me. Then he was off, fucking me quickly and
enthusiastically, his virginity a distant, fading memory.

I closed my eyes and grinned, enjoying the sensation of having my
second penis inside me. It wasn't as nice as getting fucked by
Jordan had been, but it was still really good. I wrapped my legs
around my cousin as he fucked me and simply enjoyed myself.

"Ah... ah... oh, god... yeah... here I go... I'm cumming...
OOOOOH!" Chad screwed up his face and I felt his penis start
jumping around inside me as he climaxed.

Well, I thought, holding my cousin's naked, sweaty body on top of
me, THIS won't go down as the best sex ever. Still, for what it
had been, it felt good, so that was ok. I gave him a little kiss
on the cheek and squeezed his bare ass.

"So did you like it?" I asked.

"FUCK YEAH," Chad said with a grin.

"Good. Now get off me."

Chad sat back, his still hard preteen penis withdrawing from my
vagina. He grinned.
So the rumour I heard was true, huh?"

I sat up and looked at him. "What rumour?"

"I'd heard you were being fucked by Jack yesterday and Jordan
walked in on you two."

I shrugged and pulled on my panties. "That's mostly true, except
that Jack wasn't all the way in me."

Chad grinned and grabbed his boxers, putting them on. "Wow. So I
lost my virginity before he lost his, huh? Good."

I laughed. "Good to see the healthy spirit of competition is
alive and well."

"Do you care if I brag to him about it? You know? Rub his face in
it?"

I rolled my eyes. "You can if you really want to, but if it
hadn't been for Jordan, you would've lost your virginity AFTER
Jack did."

"Oh, yeah. There is that." He shrugged. "Oh, well. I got laid.
I'm happy."

"Glad to hear it." I stuck my tongue out at my cousin. "Let's get
back to the camp."

"Alright."

It was a little weird walking back with Chad, realizing that I'd
basically just taken his virginity for the sake of taking his
virginity. I don't think he minded and I know I didn't, but it
was just a little weird to think about.

As soon as we were within range of the camp, Chad shouted out,
"HEY, GUYS! GUESS WHO JUST GOT LAID!"

I smacked my hand on my forehead as all the kids who were there
looked up at Chad in surprise. I grabbed him by the ear and
yanked, getting a yelp from him.

"I said you could brag, I didn't mean to everyone!"

I let go of his ear. Chad zipped off to talk with his brothers.
Then my stomach did a bit of a flip as Jordan, still gloriously
nude, walked up to me.

"You had sex with Chad?" he asked.

I blushed. "Look, I... well, yes."

"Oh." Jordan was quiet for a moment. "Why?"

I shrugged. "I'm going to wind up having sex with every boy here,
I'm pretty sure. There's no reason not to, really. And it's a
good tool for motivation."

"Oh," he said.

"Damn," he said.

"I'm jealous," he said.

"Of them? But you get to fuck me, too, when you want to." I
smiled shyly at my brother.

Jordan blushed a little and shook his head. "No, I'm jealous
of... er... you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. Cause you get to have sex with all the boys here and I
mumble mumble."

"What?" I asked.

Jordan sighed. "Cause you get to have sex with all the boys here
and I don't get to."

"Oh," I said into the crowded silence that followed.

"Yeah."

"So... you're gay?"

"Yes."

"Oh." I thought. "Then why...?"

"Cause I always wanted to try it with a girl and see what it was
like. I know what it's like with boys, but I wanted to try a
girl, too."

"Oh."

Jordan smiled at me and I saw his penis twitch and harden. "For
what it's worth, I really liked it."

"Well, that's good, I guess," I said with a smile as I reached
out to give his penis a couple tugs.

Jordan grinned. "Yeah. So when are you going to fuck Taylor and
Zach, then?"

I paused as I considered our two youngest brothers. "I hadn't
really thought about that." I shrugged. "Yeah, probably."

"Well, when you do, let me know which of us is best." Jordan
smiled again.

I laughed. "I'll do that!"

"So who you going to do next?"

"Probably Jack and Kyle. They almost did it with me. I need to
make up for lost time."

"Cool. Just wait until you get to Josh. He's pretty good in bed,"
he said as his penis twitched and hardened.

I looked at Jordan's impish face. "You little pervo!" I said,
laughing.

"Hey, I'm not the one that lost my virginity to my little
brother," Jordan pointed out.

"No," I retorted. "You're the one who lost your virginity to his
older sister."

Jordan grinned impishly. "Oh, yeah!" He did a couple pelvic
thrusts.

I laughed and smacked him on the arm. "Weirdo."

"Yeah, that's me."

At that point I noticed it was starting to get kind of late in
the afternoon. Jordan and I walked back to the firepit and I
started to get ready to make dinner. It was going to be the
usual, which was starting to get really, really old. Still, food
was food. I would've killed for a little lemon, some garlic and
butter for the fish, though.

After we were all done eating, and I'd recieved a lot of
significant looks from all the boys, I came up to Kyle and Jack
and said to them, "I think there's something we need to go finish
doing."

My cousins traded looks with each other, both clearly surprised
to hear that the other one was involved. I put an arm around each
of their shoulders and let them off towards the pond, making sure
no one else was following us.


*** THAT'S ALL, FOLKS! ***


So what went wrong here? Why did I give up on this promising tale
after writing so much of it?

Part of it's pretty obvious. I'm repeating a plot device (bored,
slutty girl seduces every boy in sight), I've used already and in
better stories (The "Chasing Colt" and "College Guys" series).

I also made the plot insanely complex and overly convulted. I had
to find a reasonable way to get each boy laid with the girls and
with each other and do so in a reasonably plausible way. This
seemed unlikely the deeper into the story I got.

There were also too many characters and too many repeating
archetypes. There's the sensitive boy who ends up gay, the slutty
girl, the incestual twins (yeah, that was comming up... tell me
you didn't see it), and others.

In the end, this story was just too much to manage. I didn't want
to junk it entirely, though, so I thought I'd make lemonade from
lemons (well, and water and sugar), and post it up like it is.

So there you go. It's not the worst of my stories by a long shot,
but far from the best, and never had any potential to be really
much of anything at all. Still, I'm glad you're getting the
chance to see it, warts and all. Unformated, unchecked,
un-everything! I didn't even proof-read this puppy! Now THAT'S...
er... well... something. Yes. Indeed.

Thanks, and as usual, feel free to send me feedback at
alexhawk@operamail.com or contact me on Yahoo Messenger as
alex_hawk_writer. Take care, kids!

SPECIAL BONUS!

At one point the boys were going to get together and serenade
Hannah with a song they wrote. I couldn't bear to lose it
entirely since I spent a lot of time writing it. Here's their
dreadful little tune.
	(a one, a two, a one, two, many, lots!)

Island Song

Oooooooooh...!
We're stuck here on the Island!
We don't know when we'll go!
We're stuck here on the Island!
Oh, how we miss the snow!
We're stuck here on the Island!
Don't got a lot to do!
We're stuck here on the Island!
And so we suck and screw!
Life here on the Island,
Can be a lot of fun!
We used to be virgins,
Each and every one!
But now thanks to Hannah,
And that place between her legs,
None of us are virgins,
Cause of where we stuck our pegs!
So come here to the Island,
And take us all back home!
If you bring us back,
We promise not to roam!
But if we have to stay here,
At least our lives won't suck.
Not while we have Hannah,
And she lets us fuck!

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.



  
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