It was a sudden deluge of warm rain which snapped me back to my senses. Laulaia was tugging under my left shoulder, while Alaina lifted under my right. “Up! Up,” Laulaia told me, as we all got soaked by the downpour. Struggling, I stumbled up and was more pulled than walked inside the small shelter that the girls had built.
All our few supplies were already gathered up and packed tightly into the far-right corner of the shelter, and a heavy stream of water was pouring from the designated hole in the top in the roof, where one of Laulaia’s tall, knee-high boots lay already waiting. Unceremoniously, I was pushed into the far-left corner, and Laulaia plopped down on my left. Poor Alaina huddled up tight in front of me, squeezing herself as small as possible to try and get as much of her body in out of the rain as much as possible.
For several moments, we all huddled up together, trying to get our breath, while Shadow danced and yipped around outside again happily. As much as I hate for him to be out in it, for the mess it makes out of his fur, the little asshole truly likes the rain and the muck. Since he’s been through so much with me already, I’ll just leave him be.
Much to my surprise, the roof actually seemed to be holding up fairly well for the moment. There were a few spots where water dripped and leaked, but over all, it was doing what it was supposed to. The higher edges on the outside was channeling the rain down to the hole in the center, and as hard as it was raining now, we’d have both the boots and Laulaia’s gloves filled with fresh water in no time.
Carefully leaning around the boot, so as to not knock it over and spill it, Alaina unwrapped a piece of meat from a small cloth bundle and passed it to me. “Here,” she said, beaming broadly.
Wrinkling my nose expecting to taste whatever nasty part of the Shit Shark that was left over, I was pleasantly surprised to find the meat both tender and juicy. I can’t say I much approved of it being raw, but we still hadn’t worked out making any sort of fire so far. Beggars, however, can’t be choosers, as they say, so reluctantly I gave her a thumb’s up, while forcing myself to eat all Alaina had given me.
Watching me eat, Laulaia pointed to the meat, and told me, “Vala. Ta’chona vala.”
“Vala?” Thinking she was wanting a bite, a held the chunk of meat out towards her.
“Nagu,” Laulaia shook her head slightly. Leaning forward, she picked up another piece of meat between her fingers, and waved it at me. “Vala,” she stressed, and then repeated. “Vala.”
“Meat!” Grinning, I suddenly understood what she was trying to do! Laulaia was taking the opportunity to help teach me some of the words to their language while the rain was pouring around us. Holding the chunk out towards her in my hands, I shook it slightly and repeated, “Vala. Meat. Vala.”
Nodding, her and Alaina both repeated the word, “Meat,” before she finally took a bite out of the piece she was holding.
Laughing happily, Alaina leaned back around the boot, which was now mostly full of water, and pulled both halves of the turtle’s shell out together. Holding it towards me, she said, “Ta’chona. Ta’chona.”
“Ta’chona,” I repeated, dutifully, before saying, “Turtle. Ta’chona is turtle.”
“Turtle,” they both repeated.
And, like this, we slowly began to learn a little better how to communicate with each other, while the storm raged and kept up trapped in our tiny makeshift shelter.
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By the time the storm was over, I was once again exhausted just from staying awake and trying to learn with the girls. Somehow, I think the two of them are both much brighter than I am. I’d like to think it’s the injury to my side which is affecting my concentration, but I’m not entirely certain that’s all of it. Usually, I can go over the words with the girls once, and they seem to remember and learn them. Me, on the other hand, I have to have them repeat things for me over and over – and even now, I’m not certain if I remember all we covered. Shirt. Boot. Water. Knife. Meat. Turtle. Underwear. Pants. Dog. Tree. Leaf. Hair. And, who knows what else! For a first lesson, it’s just too much for me to take in all at once, though Laulaia and Alaina seem to be having no issues remembering everything!
After the storm was over, my boxers were once again unceremoniously stripped off me, while Laulaia casually shrugged out of my shirt. Alaina hadn’t been wearing anything to begin with, but once more, I found it a little unsettling for us all to be naked together. The lack of modesty in young women these days -- I’ll never get used to it!
Once Alaina got back from taking our wet clothes back into the forest; where I assumed she hung them back up to dry; she exchanged a few words with Laulaia and then happily rushed off down towards the beach. Shadow yipped and barked happily, and chased after her, nipping at her heels. Laulaia helped me up and back over to lean against my tree, and then busied herself with sticking more leaves together and using them to replace the ones which had ripped and blown away during the storm.
Honestly, even Laulaia was keeping up appearances with busy-work, I could tell, she was mainly just hovering around to keep an eye on me. No matter whether she was squatting and assembling leaves, or stretching to slide them back under the vines on top the roof, she always positioned herself so she could keep an eye on me. In some ways, it made me wonder if I was just that handsome, or if I honestly just looked that bad.
I know I certainly feel awful, but I don’t think I warrant that level of concern!
“Laulaia,” I told her, “knife.”
Nodding, Laulaia got up from where she was working, and brought me the knife from inside the small shelter. “Here,” she told me, smiling broadly as she held it out for me.
“Thank you.” Taking the knife, I tried to smile back reassuringly to her. “Garter,” I told her, and then, “stick.”
Nodding, she swayed back over and bent back down to fetch both her garters from the shelter — God, doesn’t that woman know how she looks? Doesn’t she have any modesty? If only I was thirty years younger…
“Here.” While I was distracted by my own uncomfortable thoughts, Laulaia had picked up one of the nearby sticks which Alaina had cut earlier, and was holding both out to me. Smiling so brightly that it made me ashamed of my own impure thoughts, she waited patiently for me to take them.
“Thank you,” I told her, sheepishly, taking both.
Laughing lightly, Laulaia turned and gracefully swayed back over to stretch and work with the roof again. I swear, I think she’s just teasing me — her hips don’t undulate that much normally!
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Sighing, I forced my eyes to peel themselves off of her, and turned my attention to the items before me. Sitting down the garters, I picked up the knife and used it to hack and cut at the stick Laulaia had fetched me. Cutting it off about a foot below the “Y” at the top, I took one of the garters and placed it inside the top of the split. Tugging gently, I was surprised by how strong the elastic was — once again, reminding me of high quality Laulaia’s stuff was — and I was quite happy with the final result. Though crude, and simple, it was good enough to be a usable slingshot. Contentedly sitting the slingshot down beside me, I made certain to try and smile as brightly as possible, as I was acutely aware of Laulaia’s unwavering gaze towards me.
Watching her, as she was watching me, I had a sudden thought which made me smile. I was going to sharpen up the leftover end of the stick I’d just used to make a slingshot, to repurpose it into a crude wooden spear, but instead, I had a different idea. Actually smiling now, and not just faking one so as to not worry Laulaia, I picked up the leftover pole and hacked off a section of wood about six inches long.
Taking that small section, I carefully split it into thirds, width-wise. Discarding the two rounded, edge pieces, I took the center part and carefully worked the knife blade back and forth flat across it for several minutes to smooth out any splinters. Inspecting my work, and finding no obvious defects, I then spent another dozen minutes, or more, carving several grooves along one side of the piece. When finished, I had to admit, over all, I was quite happy with the result.
“Laulaia,” I weakly called her, “come. Sit.” Pointing at the ground in front of me, I opened my legs in a wide “V”, and tried not to be embarrassed as she slowly swayed over and sat down between them. “Nagu,” I told her, moving my hand in a circular pattern. “Turn around.” Seeing she didn’t understand – which wasn’t surprising since we’d just started trying to learn each other’s language – I forced myself to lean forward and try to turn her shoulder around.
Frowning, trying to sort out what I wanted, Laulaia turned her head to look in the direction I was pushing her. “Turn,” I told her again, once more making a spinning motion with my fingers. This time, she seemed to understand, and slowly turned until her back was to me.
“Shina! Good,” I confirmed. Tugging slightly on her shoulders now, I tried to pull her back closer to me. “Come here.”
Sliding back until her hips were touching my groin – which was a little too close, if you ask me – Laulaia leaned back and relaxed against my chest.
“You’ll have to lean forward,” I told her, once again trying to use my hand to push on her shoulder slightly to get her in the position I wanted.
“Nagu shinta Steffan,” Laulaia muttered, leaning forward a few inches. I knew enough of her words now to realize she was basically saying something like, “No good Steven.” I guess even a beauty like her can get tired of endlessly jumping through hoops for a guy, when she has no idea what they actually want!
Smiling to myself, knowing that she’d be surprised with my gift, I gently took the small piece of wood I’d just carved, and brushed it through her long hair. Almost with the first stroke of my rough comb through her hair, Laulaia quickly turned and stared bright eyed at my hand. “Xino! Xino,” she exclaimed, boisterously!
“Comb,” I told her, calmly, holding it out so she could see my rough work.
“Steffan,” Laulaia laughed, “thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I told her, as she turned her back to me once more.
“Steffan,” Laulaia commanded, “el’xino al’Laulaia jinta.”
“Yes, your majesty,” I chucked. I might not understand every word of that sentence, but I could easily tell what she was demanding – for me to start combing out her hair!
Smiling, I spent what felt like forever, brushing and stroking her hair, while Laulaia sang softly and beautifully the whole time. Part of me was hoping the moment could last forever – my heart – but my poor arm and wrist was beginning to feel like they were going to fall off. It was actually a relief when Shadow came bouncing back into the camp with Alaina.
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This time, unfortunately, Alaina didn’t bring back any sort of meat with her, from her stroll along the beach. However, she did look rather adorable carrying a whole pile of the nasty Fire Lemons. Crossing her arms in front of her breasts, she had used them to form a rough sort of container to hold the Fire Lemons between, and when she finally opened her arms, the bright red cherries rolled everywhere. Beaming brightly, she held a thumb’s up out towards Laulaia and I, while I struggled not to hurt myself by laughing.
Her whole chest, from nipple to nipple, was now stained a bright red from where she’d hauled the small cherry-red fruit in her arms. She looked almost good enough to eat!
Laulaia, who wasn’t suffering from any sort of broken ribs, apparently saw no reason in the world to hold back. She pointed and laughed freely at Alaina, taunting her with words I still don’t know.
Instead of getting upset, Alaina simply shrugged. Placing one hand under each of her breasts, she said something in response and shook them from side to side at Laulaia.
I couldn’t help but smile at the strange exchange. As bizarre as it was, it was obvious from their behavior how close the two girls actually are. The two are comfortable enough with each other to laugh at each other, and neither seems to take any of the words said to heart. It’s truly rare to find someone who can be that good of a friend in your life.
Wrapping my arms around Laulaia, I pulled her back up tight against my chest, and tried not to let jealously fill my heart. As warming as their friendship was, I could still hear the echoes of silence in my own ears.
Laulaia, seemingly completely unbothered by my actions, squirmed back and rested contentedly back against me. Chattering happily back and forth with Alaina, she didn’t seem to care in the slightest when I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and firmly gripped a breast in each hand.
As I gently squeezed and then relaxed my grip on her breasts repeatedly, I could feel my tension slowly starting to leave my body. I’d always been a boob-man, and my wife was one of those very meek women who indulged my fetishes almost endlessly. Kneading Laulaia’s, almost like I was kneading dough, was enough to calm me to the point where I could reflect on my actions. One moment, I was happy hearing the laughter and closeness of the girls; the next, the silence was looming heavily on my heart.
As much as it pains me to admit it, I’m a broken man.
Laulaia and Alaina continued to chat happily together, while I got lost in my own dark thoughts once again. If Laulaia noticed the obsessive kneading and squeezing I was doing to her breasts, she never gave any indication of it. Both her and Alaina completely ignored my actions, while the sun slowly sank down behind the trees, darkening the skies with its ever-growing absence.
Shadow, content from his run with Alaina, ignored us all. Going into the small shelter the girls had made, he scratched and dug at the pile of clothes in the far corner, until he was content enough to settle upon them and use them for his bed.
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How long I sat there, squeezing and kneading Laulaia’s breasts, I don’t know. It was Alaina’s gentle, but insistent tugging on my arm that brought me back to my senses. This wound in my side is really starting to worry me. Ever since waking up on this island, I’ve been losing gaps of time. Maybe I got a concussion of some sort?
“Steffan, down,” Alaina insisted, trying once again to pull me away from the tree I was resting against.
“Huuuhh? Down?” My fuddled mind couldn’t figure out what she was saying. I thought she wanted me up for some reason.
“Down,” Alaina insisted, again. “Zooo zoo zoo.”
“Zooo zoo zoo?” Wiping matter from my eyes, it took me several moments to figure out what she wanted from me. “Lay down and sleep,” I finally muttered, as I glanced around. The sky was pitch black tonight, with thick clouds covering the moon and stars, leaving me no way to even guess at how much time had passed.
“Down,” Alaina reminded me, gently.
“I got it.” Sighing, I forced myself to slide down further from the tree, so I could actually lay down and not be sitting upright. Much to my surprise, Laulaia – who was still pressed so warmly up against my chest, and still trapped tightly in my embrace – slid down and moved with me. I thought she was asleep! She hadn’t moved, or said a single word this whole time!
“Shina,” Alaina told me, once we’d slid down a reasonable amount. Laying down at my back, she wrapped her warm arms gently around my side. Slowly sliding forward, the weight of her breasts pressed firmly against my back.
A moment later, Laulaia squirmed her hips back tighter against mine. Taking my hands with hers, she wrapped them gently around her chest, and held them tight up against her breasts.
I was truly trapped between the two girls – sandwiched tight in the middle – but this was a trap I could learn to enjoy. Even though I can’t move, the silence can’t get to me either. Laulaia’s breathing was soft and warm as she laid on my arm, and Alaina’s breath was gentle and rhythmic across the back of my neck.
Before I knew it, I was sleeping and snoring as contently as Shadow.