With exhaustion coloring my dreams, I couldn’t remember any of them. The sun was beginning to rise across the vast ocean beside us, as I slowly became aware of my surroundings. “I love you,” I groggily whispered to my wife, pulling her up tight against my chest and holding her close, before the veil of sleep lifted enough for me to suddenly realize she was gone. Adrenalin kicking in, my mind cleared instantly as I tried to figure out what sort of unusual situation, I was in.
Opening my eyes fully, yesterday’s events flooded back to me in a wave. I’d been an idiot. Stole a boat. Crashed it. Took innocent people down with me. And now I was molesting an innocent young girl whose life I had already ruined.
With her back pressed up against my chest, as I lay on my left side, Laulaia was snuggled tightly beside me.My arms were wrapped around her, with her using my left arm as a pillow, and both my hands were crisscrossed around her slim body, gripping and kneading her breasts softly.Her buttocks were firmly planted against my groin, and for once, I was thankful for the medication which the doctors have me taking.
Ever since my wife’s sickness started, the doctors have had me on high blood pressure pills and beta blockers, to keep me from stroking out from all the stress, and I haven’t had a single erection since starting them – thank God! In this situation, as tight as our nether regions were pressed up against each other’s, I’m certain there’d probably be some morning penetration going on!
Gently easing up my grip on Laulaia’s breasts, I slowly slid my right hand up and placed it at a safer position by my side. My left arm was trapped beneath her head, so I didn’t dare try and pull it out and wake her. My only option with it was to try and stretch it out flat across the ground, to show that it wasn’t doing anything which it shouldn’t be doing, when she awoke. Trying to slide my hips back was a Herculean effort, with my injured side holding me back, and resulted in total failure as a hot, furry mutt was snuggled up against my back.
I was trapped – wedged between naked woman and dog – and all I could do is glance around pitifully, while awaiting my fate once Laulaia awoke. I’m certain a young woman like her isn’t going to take too kindly to being pressed up so intimately against an old geezer like me!
I perhaps would’ve laid there for the rest of my life, always dreading what the next moment might bring, but fate – and my bladder – had other plans. As a young man, I used to be able to sit down, drink a case of beer, and party all night long, before releasing a stream of water large enough to put out a forest fire. Now that I had almost half a century of life on me however, some days I felt like I was lucky to be able to sip a cup of water without dribbling on myself! It was a miracle of pain, dehydration, and exhaustion, that I’d made it though the night without the need to relieve myself, but now that I was awake, my bladder couldn’t take it any longer!
“Laulaia, wake up. Laulaia.” Shaking her gently with my right hand caused my stiffened side to protest in agony, and Laulaia’s only reaction was to groan softly and then squirm up closer to me. “If you don’t move soon,” I groaned, “you might end up taking a morning shower.”
Mumbling something which I’m certain was the equivalent to, “In a few more moments,” Laulaia ignored my pushing and prodding, sleeping merrily away.
“Shadow. Up.” Desperate times call for desperate measures. If I couldn’t get the girl up, then – If God was willing – all I could do is try and get the dog up.
Shadow’s answer was just a loud snore, followed by a twitch of his foot against my back. He’s not a morning person either.
“Red… Alaina,” I pleaded, almost at my utter limit.
“Here!” Laughing merrily, Alaina skipped over and knelt down close to my head. In this position, I had an excellent view of all those parts that a woman normally covered, but I honestly didn’t give a shit.
“Up. Now,” I demanded, leaning up as much as possible.
Nodding enthusiastically, Alaina braced herself under my shoulder and helped me work my way upright, as Shadow grumpily snorted and rolled over onto his back a few feet away. With her support, I managed to hobble the few feet necessary to lean against what I was beginning to consider to be “my” tree. Tossing my dignity as a man aside, I let my morning water flow like a rushing waterfall crashing into the forest.
Well, I’d like to claim that, but from Alaina’s small titters, I could tell that she found the small weak stream of driblets I released to be anything but impressive. My bladder had been raging and claiming it was about to burst, while my aged prostate had shriveled up to the size of a walnut from the heat, lack of water, and pain in my side.
All my pride as a man, I might as well throw it away and be done with it.
After I was finished with my morning ablutions, Alaina helped me turn and settle back down at the base of “my” tree. Honestly, the view which greeted my eyes, was almost unbelievable.
I don’t know when Laulaia and Alaina actually went to sleep last night – I remember Laulaia laying beside me as I drifted off to sleep, but I can’t be certain if she slept the whole night, or if she got up and then laid back down beside me again later – but the two had accomplished a lot while I was resting.
The water catching structure, which we had started working on yesterday, was completely different than when I saw it last. Multiple poles of wood were now lashed together with vines, making three of the sides almost solid, with only one side open for entry. The roof was now a solid layer of wood, with the outer edges deliberately set higher than the central hole where the water would drain into. There weren’t any leaves on the new roof yet, and I imagined that it’d leak like a sieve the way it currently existed, but the overall structure was much more developed than what we’d had previously.
“Grummmle rummmlle…” Noting the lack of food in it, since I went to sleep last night without eating, my stomach rumbled and reminded me that even if I was hurting, I still needed to eat.
Tittering lightly to herself – apparently at my lack of manliness in her eyes – Alaina hurried over to the little water-catcher, half skipping as she bounced along. Honestly, she really does seem to have an endless amount of energy! Leaning into the back of it, her naked rump in full view of my unblinking gaze, she reached down and picked something up. Turning swiftly, not at all concerned at the way I was watching all her best parts sway and move with her rhythm, she bounced over and kneeled down in front of me. Holding out a long strip of raw fish, Alaina beamed brightly and proudly declared, “Here, Steffan.”
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“Shina,” I told Alaina, patting her gently on the head once, before taking the fish from her. I’m not one who usually likes fish the most -- and I’m not certain if this one is good to eat or if it’s parasite infested, already spoiled from the heat, or just plain nasty tasting – but I smiled anyway and forced myself to chew the raw strip and swallow it. After all I’d put the girls through, I certainly couldn’t refuse the food they’d worked hard to gather and bring for me, no matter whether it was deadly poisonous or not.
Much to my expectation, whatever type of fish this was tasted about like raw sewage. Tough, oily, with a smell that’ll knock your nose off and make your stomach churn. It’s completely nasty.
Smiling weakly, I gave Alaina a thumb’s up and forced myself to choke down another bite.
After forcing down the rest of the Shit Shark — after eating the beast, I can’t imagine calling it anything else — all I could do is close my eyes and try and control my stomach, while Alaina wandered off down the beach on her own. All my life, people have talked about visiting some sort of tropical local. From my personal experience with all the food and amenities I’ve encountered on this trip so far, I wouldn’t recommend it. My poor stomach might never be the same.
After successfully holding in the contents of my stomach for an indeterminant time – my time sense has been all screwed up ever since we washed up on the beach of this island – it was a loud yelp from Laulaia which made me open my eyes.
“Yiiiiiiiii,” Laulaia squealed, in a high pitched intake of breath, which caused Shadow to instantly wake up and join in with her. “Boow! Wooow! Wooo!” He was looking all around, turning in circles, and his barking caused Laulaia to yelp again, “Yiiiiiiiii!!”Completely losing her normal grace, she scurried naked around the sand, on all fours, like a cockroach, and wrapped her arms tight around my left arm.
Trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, Laulaia stared at Shadow and whispered, “Frenta kona gona buno?” Almost fervently, she muttered, “Nagu dora tal,” while clutching tight against my arm.
Shadow on the other hand, had finished his barking and inspection of the area, and was now happily strolling off to go pee on the edge of some plant. Like papa, like child, I suppose.
“He’s not going to eat you,” I told Laulaia as reassuringly as I could. I’d noticed from her reaction yesterday, neither her nor Alaina seemed to be used to being around dogs. I’d just never would’ve imagined she’d be so frightened waking up and seeing one’s ass in her face first thing in the morning. Being able to hold and comfort her, somewhat helped my sense of manliness recover slightly.
After several long moments with me stroking her hair and whispering soft words of encouragement into her ear, Laulaia finally stopped trembling and simply snuggled up in my arms. Like Alaina, the fact that we were all still just as naked as the day we were born, didn’t seem to phase her at all. Part of me has to wonder if these girls even see me as a man at all?
“Tank ewe,” Laulaia finally told me, as Shadow worked his way across our small encampment and curled up at my feet. Once again, I was left wondering exactly what she was thanking me for. I really hadn’t done anything except enjoy the feel of her naked body trembling against mine – there’s hardly anything praiseworthy in that!
“Laulaia,” I told her, “up.” Glancing around for my makeshift crutch, I noticed it and my knife both laying over near the water-catcher. Pointing over to it, I tried to ask her, as politely as possible in dog speak, to, “Fetch,” for me.
Nodding slightly, Laulaia wiped a few moist drops from the corner of her eyes, and then slowly let go of my arm. Rising gracefully, she regally strode across the short distance, picked up both the crutch and my knife, and brought them back to me. “This,” she asked, holding out the crutch toward me first.
“Shina,” I told her, smiling slightly in spite of the pain I was feeling. It felt nice each time she learned and used one of my words, and I was proud to slowly be learning a few of hers. It left a sort of sense of accomplishment – a sense of togetherness – that warmed my heart each time I noticed it.
Nodding, Laulaia handed me the crutch in my right hand, and then she bent down and squirmed herself under my left. As I struggled to rise, she smoothly helped me up, then slid herself into place firmly by my side as a support. “Frenta,” she asked, once we were both upright again?
At first, I thought about following where Alaina had gone down to the beach, to see if she needed any help, but I quickly dismissed that idea. She’s quick, agile, athletic, and seems full of endless energy. She could be halfway around the damn island for all I knew at the moment, and at the rate I hobble along, I’d die of old age before I ever caught up to her.
“There,” I said, using my cane to point deeper into the forest, in the direction Alaina had whisked off our clothes yesterday.
“Shina,” Laulaia replied, showing she understood.With her right arm around my left side, and my arm wrapped tightly around her shoulder, Laulaia slowly helped me walk deeper into the forest.My knife was still strongly gripped in her left hand, as her eyes darted left to right ceaselessly, as If she expected trouble at any moment.
Shadow happily roamed all around us, sniffing and peeing on everything. I suppose to him, he probably doesn’t think of this as anything more than just another pleasant walk in the woods with his papa. Sometimes, I envy him.
It was only a short stroll, before I found our missing laundries. A small set of trees, growing tightly together and crossing each other heavily, provided a semi-natural “wall” of sorts. Alaina was using the intertangled branches of these close trees to hang the clothes upon, apparently so they could dry. Once again, I was impressed by the girl’s creativeness and ability to think freely. Inside the forest as much as they were, the clothes were still no more than a moment away from us, and yet the wall of branches helped protect against the wind blowing them off and losing them.
Laulaia’s heavy ball dress hung prominently beside my pants, startling me somewhat.It was striking and odd to see her in it, when I’d first found her washed up at the beach, but I’d almost completely forgot about it since.
Pointing over at my boxers, I told Laulaia, “Fetch.”
Laughing lightly, seeing what I was pointing at, Laulaia waited a moment to make certain I was steady enough to remain upright on my own, before untangling herself from my side. Placing my knife down on the ground, she walked over and tugged my boxers free from the branches they were suspended on. Coming back over, she knelt down in front of me — completely ignoring my tiny worm which dangled so close to her face— and held them open so I could slowly step into them. After I’d worked both feet inside, Laulaia pulled up my boxers until they snapped firmly in place on my hips.
“Shina,” Laulaia asked?
“Shina,” I confirmed.
Smiling gently, Laulaia nodded happily to herself. Standing smoothly, she gracefully turned and idled back over to the tree. Looking at the small assortment of various clothes hanging to dry, she settled on removing my old shirt from the branches and slipped it on. Turning, so I could watch, she slowly buttoned all the buttons that remained on it, before coming back to my side.
“Laulaia,” I stopped her before she could snuggle herself back under my arm again. “Fetch.”
Eyebrows knitting slightly in puzzlement, Laulaia turned and stared back at the tree where I was looking. Walking over, she pointed to the branches where her hose hung, and asked, “This?”
“Nagu,” I told her. Deliberately turning my head a little further to the right, I tried to clarify. “That.”
Seeing my head move, Laulaia took a few steps forward and pointed to the garters which were hanging just to the right of her hose. “This?”
“That’s it,” I nodded. “Those.”
Taking both garters from the tree, bent down and picked my knife back up, before coming back over with all three. Snuggling back under my arm, she wrapped her right hand back around my waist, while holding everything out for me with her left.
“Keep them for now,” I told her, trying to force a smile as I slowly started to turn around and go back to our little campsite.
Laulaia frowned slightly, not understanding, but still turned and stayed with me as my main support. Holding me with one hand, and the knife and garters with the other, we slowly made our way back to camp. Wherever Shadow had wandered off to at the moment, was beyond me! Little bugger.