Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2019 16:54:33 +0000 From: Al Peres Subject: The Island That Never Was Chapter 2 THE ISLAND THAT NEVER WAS ======================== by Al Peres PART 2 --------- Chapter 6 ------------- The following morning they woke up at the sunrise, Bernard touched his son and he immediately rose up. "How do you feel, dad?" "Much better, my leg doesn't ache much, it seems the muscles are a little bit more relaxed, only if I make a quick move, but my testicles still give me some pain." With care, the boy spread out his father's legs and touched the inflamed organs. "Dad, they look much better and are not as inflamed as yesterday, but still they are very dark blue." "I need to urinate and pop my son, and I don't know how to do it." "You just turn a little over to pee, please do it as you are; I'll make a hole under your butt so you can crap in there, then I'll put some sand on it and then we will move to another place; that's until you can move by yourself." The man smiled at the efficiency of his son. "We need to eat some fish, even if it is raw. I have seen many crabs on the rock easy to catch in the low tide. Also, we can make a harpoon and try to get some lazy fish. In this type of islands, there is a fish named "Grouper" that lives in the coral rocks; it is half a yard long and very thick; its meat is wonderful. Besides, you may get sunburnt on your white skin. Before anything, try to find an old and ripe coconut, the oldest that you can find. The oil contained in it is an efficient sun protector." "Dad, we can cook it making a fire, I found the piece of iron that you used in the ship to make fire, and it is in your shorts' pocket." "We can't do that by now until we are absolutely sure that we are the only human beings on this island; the smoke of the fire would immediately detect us. As soon as I am a little better we will start exploring it." "You are very clever, dad. Do you know that?" The boy grinned. He recalled when they ate whale's liver and the boy made a nasty grimace. Bernard stared at his son and grinned. "I'm recalling the whale's liver, dad. Why did you make us eat it?" The man stared at the handsome boy and smiled. He always obeyed the orders but he kept in his mind the questions to find out later. "Jeremy, have you ever heard about the scurvy sickness?" "No. I have read some books and reports in the school written by people that went thru similar circumstances, so we must learn from their experiences, I guess." Bernard stared at his lovely son; he was waiting for a reasonable answer. "Up today we don't know what causes that terrible sickness and why. We know it appears during long trips in the sea. The first symptoms are the appearance of some ulcers in the mouth, jaw bleeding, muscles rigidity and finally the death among strong pains. The Spaniards discovered that it could be prevented by eating fresh vegetables and fruits, especially lemons." He paused. "That explains why we loaded so many onions and lemons in the Azores Islands." Bernard smiled; and continued his explanations to the boy. "However, someone observed that the Eskimos spent long periods in the North Pole without eating any vegetable or fruits and they were not affected by this sickness. After some investigations, they found out that these persons ate the uncooked liver of the seals that they hunted." The boy opened wide his eyes in disbelief. "I think we still have many things to learn from Mother Nature. Thanks, dad for the explanation." Some days later Bernard could walk with care using the crutch. Jeremy fabricated a good harpoon and started trying to thrust it on large fishes; the first times he failed but he was a patient boy and persisted. Soon he learnt how to do it and they ate fish every time they wanted; even he started diving into the coral rocks and harpooned them. He developed such a skill doing this that he seemed a fish rather than a boy with his tanned body; his father looked at him with pride. One of those days he swam deeper underwater and extracted with some difficulty an oyster that he showed to his father; he had seen them once in the market but were smaller, people ate them raw. He showed it to his father and asked: "Dad, how is this called?" "It is an oyster and of excellent size. Open it with your knife and eat the meat that you will find inside. Most people believe the meat is aphrodisiac." "Aphrodisiac? What does it mean, dad?" "Well, many people believe that it gives sexual strength to those who eat them." The boy grinned. He felt his dick getting hard; he had not made properly sex since he was in the ship and now his dick got hard very often; that brought to his mind the great nights that they spent together in their cabin; he sighed. Bernard observed his son's erection and smiled. Yes, he thought, he is becoming a wonderful specimen of the human being, he was quickly losing the rest of his baby fat due to the continued exercises; and the skinning dipping was developing a wide chest and strong muscles. The boy opened the oyster with his knife extracting the meat, but when he was trying to get it out, he saw a small brilliant rounded ball. "Dad, look at this! He exclaimed." The man took in his hand the beautiful object and touched it reverently." "It is a pearl and apparently a good one. With the value of this, a family could live comfortably for six months in our country. It is a precious object. However, at present, it is of no value for us. You better keep it, who knows!" Jeremy ate the oyster and he confirmed the excellent flavour. "Tomorrow I'll try to get more of these." He paused for a moment. "Dad, near where the oysters are I watched a shack, it wasn't very large, but I got scared; it flew away when it detected me. Aren't they dangerous?" "In general they don't attack any living animal, except if they perceive blood; I suppose the shacks assume that a wounded pray is an easy one. I was lucky when we abandoned the ship; the leg bone was broken but without any open wound that expelled blood. They detect it from a long distance. Anyway, please be careful, though they attack mostly during the night." Like many nights before, he started rubbing Bernard's chest hair and his dick went very hard, Bernard noticed it and hugged his son very tight. He was sat on the floor with his back leaning against a palm tree; he slid down a little, so the palm tree roots were under his head. He picked his clothes that were piled up near him and used them as a pillow, and then he motioned his son to straddle on his chest. Jeremy obeyed his father with an imp grin on his lips; he knew what would come afterwards; that day the boy's dick was very hard. Bernard put his hands around Jeremy's smooth butt cheeks and pulled him to his face. The boy was not surprised because they had played in many ways during the evenings laughing and with ticklish; but this time, Bernard said: "I want to teach you something else about sex. You can do it to a girl as an aperitif and before, I would say, the main course." The naked boy laughed with his high-pitched and crystal voice. Bernard dragged back the boy's dick foreskin and Jeremy moaned in pleasure. Before he could realise, Bernard placed Jeremy's package into his mouth starting sucking him with slow motions, increasing the pace regularly; Jeremy could not resist the warm sensations and the pleasure of his father's ministrations. A shiver went thru his spine, he moaned and gasped loudly because he guessed no one could see or hear them. He closed his eyes and could see in his mind the beautiful rainbow and stars around him. Instinctively he placed his hands on his father's head and helped him in his blowjob. The boy inclined his head back with his eyes closed; his mouth was open and breathing hard. He started moving his hips back and forth and soon he reached the peak of his rainbow. He exploded as many Chinese fireworks when his dry orgasm reached the peak, collapsing on top of his father's head breathing very hard. Bernard let his son's penis out of his mouth; kissed him on the forehead and Jeremy's body slid on top of his dad until he was sat on his tummy. His hair, now long and near blond due to sun exposure, was wet with sweat. He lay there with his head on his father's left shoulder. Bernard felt his son's heartbeat on his chest and soon their hearts got the same rate so they sounded like only one. Bernard felt happy because he finally had disregarded his prejudices. He wanted to give pleasure to his son and receive from him, if he wanted, too. After ten minutes or so, Jeremy reacted, raised his body and kissed his father on the lips; a long and tender kiss; nothing sexual, but of genuine love. "Dad, this has been marvellous, John started doing it to me, but I rejected him; however, I would repeat it tonight until I'm exhausted. Joe and I did it to each other, but we never reached that wonderful point which sends us to see the rainbow." The man grinned and kneaded his son's thighs. Jeremy then continued. "Dad, can I do it to you?" Bernard looked into his son's eyes and hugged the boy tenderly. "Not tonight, Jeremy. It might provoke pain in my testicles as they are not yet entirely healed, apparently, they are, but the stroke was hard and they are very delicate organs. We'll do it sometime." "Dad, how can I do it to a girl? She has not a cock." Bernard laughed and Jeremy stared at his father puzzled as he continued: "Joe told me he would suck me until I could see the rockets but we never felt as good as with you and did not see the rainbow; probably we had not enough experience." Bernard smiled. "Yes, you are right. Referring to females, they receive the same pleasure and have the same sensations if you put your tongue inside her vagina or suck her little clitoris." The boy made a grimace of distaste. "That would be gross, dad; and that was what I thought when Joe suggested it to me; yet, apparently he did not mind and enjoyed doing it to me." "Perhaps you might feel embarrassed or disgusted if you do it to a girl to whom you don't love; but think that you are in a bed together, let's say with the girl of your dreams; then you would do to her and she would do it to you at the same time. It is the most wonderful sensation and pleasurable I ever experienced. Surely she would get mad." They laughed loudly. "Dad, did you do it to girls or women?" "Oh Yes, many times, especially to my wife; and believe me, it is great." The boy grinned slyly. "Dad, with the conversation, I'm hard again." "Do you want to repeat it once more?" Bernard asked smiling. "I would like to do it to you and you do it to me; but as it cannot be that, I prefer to rub my dick against your belly." The man spate some saliva on his hand and spread it on his little son's dick. Jeremy again started his motions up and down, grinding his crotch against his dad's belly until he reached the peak of his dry climax collapsing on top of his father. Bernard put the boy on his side and dragged his body to him, cuddling him between his arms; he was already hard asleep. The night was warm; the sea looked like a lake and the moon was shining and reflecting as on a large mirror. Thirty days after the wreckage he could easily walk, even without the crutch, however, he did not want to spoil that precious time and to break again the bone; so he was very careful. "Jeremy, explore the beach to each side of our position and pick up everything that you can find that could help us, such as ropes, nets, etc. "Alright, dad. When shall we explore the island?" "I think I can row without endangering my leg, so tomorrow we'll try it. We need to load some water and fruits on the boat." They had eaten some coconuts extracting the white pulp with the knife, so they could use them as water recipients. "They are great, dad! I want to know everything about this island." The boy ran to the left side to the South around the mountain until he was tired, he dropped into the water and swam for a few minutes, and then refreshed, resumed his explorations. He did nearly two miles without finding anything, except that on this side the beach ended being replaced by the base of the high mountain that he had climbed and found the cave. He only saw palms and other trees with many fruits and coconuts on the floor or floating in the quiet sea. He returned, stopped for a few moments near his father and resumed the run to the other side to the North. He was thinking that the island was larger than had appreciated when he watched it from the cave; however, it reassured him the flatness of it. When he had run about two miles he found many pieces of rope, some wood sticks from the ship scattered on the beach, and a square black object near a palm tree. He did not want to be caught by someone, so he entered into the jungle and approached the object near creeping from the west side. Hidden behind the palm trees he observed it; it looked like a large trunk or chest, the same as the one his aunt used to keep winter clothes. After a few minutes, he approached it. It really was a heavy trunk with golden letters nailed on it, C and L, and locked with a heavy padlock. He put all his strength and dragged it amongst the trees; he looked around just in case someone was watching him, but he was alone. He tried to open it, but it was well secured; probably it had been lost from someone's luggage, he thought. He also found some ropes and a piece of a net as those used in some places to fish tossing it over the water, especially on lakes. Excitedly, he ran back to report it to his father. "It is heavy, dad. I could barely drag it." "Alright, probably it has remained in the water a long time and is soaked wet." "I don't think so, dad. It seemed dry and as if it had been dropped there a long time ago. It was fairly far from the water edge." Jeremy argued in his pitched voice. "Alright, we will go after lunch. With the net and the flag's cord, I'll prepare a fishing-net and I'll show you how to use it. I watched some fishermen doing it near Madagascar." After having lunch they walked up to the place; when they arrived at the spot where the trunk was, Bernard looked at it and immediately recognized the large box. "It belonged to our Captain; the initials mean Charles Lambeth." With the axe, he broke the padlock and opened the heavy top that was adjusted with a rubber joint. It contained a few boxes that he opened one by one with care. They contained: a sextant; a spyglass; equipment for personal hygiene, shaving bar soap, normal soap, scissors, razors and a leather belt to shape the razors; four short guns, ammunition and powder in four recipients. Besides there was a full uniform dress for special occasions; a merino fur like Bernard's used as blanket; a new oiled sabre and knife, both with their respective shafts; a few books of poetry; five blank drawing notebooks, one with some sketches of a young girl and a box with carbon pencils and rubber for sketching. Some letters well fixed into a lovely cedar box and a few small jewels. Bernard looked at the material. "I didn't know that our Captain had so good taste for poetry; I knew he had a great culture but he never talked about his preferences." "Who is the girl, dad?" "I don't know, almost certainly she's his daughter; I know he had one though I never met her. In any case what's important for us are the guns, and especially the sextant. I had the hope it contained some clothes, too. "We don't need them, we are happy being naked, we'll keep ours unused just in case." They smiled naughtily. "Well, don't forget the notebooks and pencils. I can now finish that sketch I started doing to you." The man grinned and ruffled the boy's head. "Will you do it with my broken leg and naked?" "Why not, and if I had colour ones I would draw you showing your blue balls." They laughed loudly. "We'll leave it here covered with some palm tree leaves, in order to protect it. It is too heavy to carry with us; we are almost two miles from our spot. With the boat, we'll transport it to the nearest point to the cave. I'll take the sextant and you can carry two guns and ammunition; we never know..." They prepared everything and the following morning started rowing around the island, but always within the rock ring reef that circled the island. They saw the high mountain forming a flat cone that reached till the sea. They also observed many gulls on the south side of the mountain that formed an almost vertical cliff. Jeremy, based on his dad's lessons commented: "It looks like an old dead volcano, but it is strange the flat top." "That's our next adventure once we are installed in the cave; however, from here we have only a partial view. We are now at the end of the summer in the southern hemisphere; soon the rainy season will start, the storm we appreciated four weeks ago is the first signal. "That means we have to hurry up moving into the cave." "No. If I'm not wrong, we will get some rain from time to time, but when it starts, it'll be every day." "Like in our country?" "Even more than that." They continued rowing reaching the longest point on the South. They went around the longest point and rowed to the North. After some time, they discovered a much-hidden bay into the island; it was like a gigantic water hook with a rounded bay protected with palm and other trees for all sides, except for a small passage or canal that accessed to the open sea and out of the rock reef. Then Bernard commented: "A perfect place to hide two or three medium-size ships; no one would be able to see them, even sailing around the island rock barrier." "Let's going in, dad." "Yes. We'll stay here overnight." They rowed into the lake and could appreciate it was very deep. They also could observe a small brook coming from the south mountain that dropped his crystal water in it. They tied up the boat and Jeremy went around exploring the bay's beach. He found small pieces of ropes and some animal bones; he carried them to his father. "It seems that this island is visited from time to time by some persons that know the place and don't want to be detected. Those can only be pirates..." "Perhaps it is a ship that comes to this place to repair damages or for watering; it is a good place for it. They have wood and all they may need for a repair." "It could be, son; but I don't think so. We must be alert." They ate some fruits and prepared a bed, soon they were asleep; the rowing and emotions had tired their bodies. The next day they would examine the bay carefully taking note of all possible accesses. "I would like to make a sketch of this place. It is so beautiful..." Then the boy looked at the large trees that surrounded the bay, and he thought that anyone could perfectly spy the bay from any of those tall trees without being discovered. "Dad, let me climb to one of those trees, I want to know what I can see from there." "You'll have time enough to do it, son; now let's continue our trip." They started rowing again. At midday they made a stop to have lunch and rest; after a nap, they continued exploring. That night they slept in the most advanced point to the North; there, the island was completely flat and crowded with thick vegetation; nevertheless, as in the other parts of the land, they could only see birds. The following day they easily arrived at the point of departure. Then Bernard said: "As soon as I am fit enough we will explore the inland; however, we know now there is no one on the island, except us; so we can set up a fire if you wanted." "I want to eat the fish roasted, dad; wait a minute and see." Saying that the boy jumped into the coral rocks like a Dauphin and disappeared; Jeremy had become an excellent diver and after a few times dipping he came with a heavy fish pierced with his handmade harpoon. With expert hands the boy cleaned it; Bernard had prepared the woods and soon the fish was burning on top of live embers. They ate it using the knives and forks that Bernard had made from hardwood. As usual, they lay together, the boy cuddled into his father's arms and with their needs satisfied. Then the boy argued: "Dad, I like this place, I would stay here during my whole life if you were with me." Bernard looked at his son; he dragged him to his chest and rubbed his smooth back. That woke up the boy's sexual needs and pushed Bernard on his back. Their mouths glued but this time the boy parted his father's teeth and their tongues met. A passionate kiss started; both were hard. Bernard broke the kiss "I want to teach you something else. Remember, whenever you are with a girl you must not be hurried, on the contrary, you must be slow and very tender. Besides your penis, there are some other sensible spots on some parts of your body. Lie down, please." Jeremy did it obediently with a sly grin on his face. He noticed his dad's cock was hard for the first time after the accident. The purple colour of his balls had gone and had returned to the normal brown. He laid his back on the soft sand; his dick was hard as a rock and jerking with each heartbeat. Bernard started licking and sucking the boy's earlobes; Jeremy screamed with the ticklish and pleasure sensations that he was receiving. Bernard continued kissing his cheeks and his lips lightly. He continued licking, rubbing with the tip of his tongue and nibbling his hard little nipples. Jeremy screamed in enjoyment. "Dad that feels so, so good... please don't stop." He moaned. He was breathing erratically and moving his head from one side to other while he placed his hands on top of his father's head. Bernard licked his buttonhole and then his ball sack. Jeremy squirmed; he was scaling the top of his private rainbow. Bernard knew that fact, so without delay, he put his son's hard cock into his mouth and sucked it eagerly but tenderly; he did not do much more. Jeremy raised his hips and pushed his dad's head to his crotch. Bernard noticed the spasms in the boy's body as a loud groan came thru his throat. Bernard continued sucking a little more but he left the boy's penis when he noticed it started to get flaccid after some dry climaxes. When Jeremy recovered his breathing and opened the eyes, a lovely smile was on his face; he dragged his father to him. "I love you, dad." And that was enough. Bernard lay near his son, cuddled him into his arms and they enjoyed the warm night near the fire. Jeremy dreamed that night with the red-haired girl again, but now on their island. The following morning they started walking uphill to the cave with some difficulty, slowly and not using any crutch. After almost an hour, they arrived at the cavern. They could see that the little brook started a few yards before reaching the cave, though a little stream continued into the grotto. Bernard prepared a torch and explored it totally; in fact, the cave ended about twenty yards further than where Jeremy had been. The water came from the right wall dropping on the rocky floor, forming a little pond before it started out to the entrance. "Jeremy, this is fantastic!" The boy openly grinned for his father's recognition. "This, besides our safety, will save us a lot of work. We could have built a hut but it would never be as good as this cave. With the spyglass, we will be able to find out what kind of visitors we have, if any. This has saved us a lot. Tomorrow we will start bringing the few things we have and store some amount of dry wood to make a fire outside under the canopy, or inside in case we have some cold nights, though I don't think so, we may have some humid night but not cold. We have not any clothes, therefore we have to protect us; I wonder how the weather will be like here during the rainy season. Now let's go, I want to use the sextant at the sunset to determine our position." When they were on their way down, thinking about the privacy that the cave would give them, Jeremy got hard and his father noticed it. "Dad, last night was marvellous. Do you think that a girl would accept all that you did to me?" Bernard smiled cunningly. "Even more, my son." Jeremy instinctively rubbed his swollen dick. "I wanted badly to do it to you, dad; but it was so intense and we were so tired..." "Never mind, son; we'll have long evenings to do whatever you want." The boy smiled. Two days later Bernard removed the sticks from his leg. He carefully started walking with the help of the crutch. Those first days were essential for his full recovery, the muscles had to recover its strength, and he thought that the best exercise was swimming, so he dropped the crutch on the beach and launched himself into the clear water followed by Jeremy. The naked bodies dived, chassed, extracted oysters and enjoyed to be alive. After one week Bernard felt as if nothing had happened. Observing the number of pearls they had accumulated he argued: "We may have problems transporting this without anyone noticing it if we ever return to the civilization. In any case, we have a fortune of our own. "We could hide part of them in the cave, if necessary, and return later with our own ship to collect them." "It is an excellent idea, however, these oceans are infected by pirates, especially the coasts; we would need a warship for that." "We don't need to care about it by now, dad. We don't know when we'll return to our homeland if we ever do." They ordered the cave and carried their belongings, closing the cave's entrance with long sticks cut with the axe, leaving only a small space as a door. Jeremy liked a lot the coconut pulp; he was an expert cutting them so they could be used later as recipients. "Tomorrow we'll walk up to the top of the mountain; I need to exercise my leg's muscles. Now Jeremy, please take a notebook and a pencil, I'll take the chance to use the sextant." They took the tool and faced the sun as it started its way down on the western horizon. Bernard adjusted the instrument and started giving Jeremy the data. Once he finished he replaced it in its box and began studying the numbers. "Jeremy, if I am correct, we are very far away from any shipping route, I wonder how the "Seagull" could have crossed so a long distance during one night; maybe she was pushed by a strong unknown sea-stream plus fast winds that helped." "Dad, could we place our boat on that stream and reach the navigation routings?" "It would be very difficult, almost impossible. First, we should find out how the stream works; second, the distance; and third, where it would drag us. It would take us years to find out it; however, we'll observe any object that we find on the beach that can help and give information to us." The boy hugged his father gently, he did not feel disappointed, and he had all he needed. Then, the boy honestly expressed what he felt at those moments. "Dad, don't worry. I like this island; we have all we need, except for clothes." He grinned. "And if we remain together I don't mind to grow up here near you." They hugged very tight to overcome that sad moment. The following morning they walked up to the top of the cone; it took longer than they thought but the view and the surprise were worthwhile. The top was formed by a large crater, probably of more than one mile of diameter, and was full of water; a lake on top of the mountain. That explained the streams in the small island. The gigantic dump stored water during the rainy season and released it in small amounts thru the cracks existing in the basaltic rocks during the dry days. Their souls greeted Mother Nature's miracle. "It's a real miracle, Jeremy! I never thought such a deposit could exist in a small island like this!" "Yes, dad. It is marvellous." They descended quicker than had climbed. Chapter 7 ------------- The cave provided them with a comfortable shelter to sleep in, since from time to time rain poured on the island refreshing the hot weather. They enjoyed their daily contact and being together, swimming and exploring the island, returning in the evening to the cave and cuddling in the dark. With his father's help, Jeremy had developed a calendar and every night before going to bed he underlined the day. A few weeks later the boy came shouting to his dad. "Dad, there is small size whale on the beach, it seems has lost its family and now is nearly dead; most likely it passed the rock ring during the high tide and did not know how to go out." They ran to the beach and Bernard could see that the animal was expiring. It had run around the beach, and the low tide did the rest. The lack of humidity on its skin had finally killed the big animal when the tide changed. They could not help it, so when the animal was dead they started cutting it as they had done in the ship. The large pot of paint that they found in the little boat had been burned for a long time and now was absolutely clean. They put it on the fire and commenced melting the animal's fat. Jeremy brought all his empty coconuts to store the fat that they obtained; with that, they would get enough oil to feed the little lamp that his father made from a tin pot that had found in the little bay. It was enough to light the cave. From now on, they would not need to make any torch and could read during the dark hours. They smoked part of the meat and stored deep in the dry cave. As soon as they left the whale's corpse, a flock of black and white large birds covered it; they had food for some days. That day after the hard work, they were happy, and whistling walked up back to the cave hands entwined. For the first time they had a little lamp, so could go to bed later. Jeremy had observed that during the last months his dick had increased its size, now it was larger and thicker and went hard very easy, so, almost every day he jerked it off rubbing up and down until the nice feeling came to him. Another change was that he could see the precum that prevented it from getting sore when he masturbated, especially if he did slowly and taking some time. Also, his ball sack now did not stick to the base of his penis, but hanging a little, except when he felt cold or was masturbating. He was approaching twelve and had grown a lot, yet he hated his still pitchy voice. He had wide shoulders, strong legs, hard pectorals and a beautiful tan. His dad kept his hair short, but that made him even more beautiful. In spite he was very tall for his age he had not the minimum trace of puberty. His skin was smooth and flawless with no sign of any hair, except on his head. Bernard adored his son and the boy paid him back. Every day he continued teaching him about everything, especially on medicine and plants. They did not need soap to clean or to heal a wound; there were plants for those purposes that Bernard, as a good botanic man, knew very well. He tried to wear his old shorts but it was impossible, they were too tight; his father laughed at him. His boots had been discarded a long time ago after cutting the front in order to allow his toes out, so he always was barefooted. "I can't wear anything; have I grown that much, dad?" Bernard grinned. "Yes, you are becoming into a very handsome little man; watch your dick, it is now of about five inches long and thicker." Jeremy looked into his crotch and his hard cock. "Dad, can I compare it with yours?" "Of course, you can." They put together their cocks and measured them. Jeremy looked into his father's eyes; he attracted his head to him and kissed passionately his lips; for at least one minute their tongues merged together enjoying their affection. "Please dad, I'm very hot all the time." "As usual." The boy grinned. "Dad, I want to suck you at the same time you do it to me." Bernard chuckled and motioned his son to go on top of him into a 69 position. They were eager to give pleasure to each other. Jeremy jacked off every day when he was alone; he did not want to ask his father because he was hard most of the day. During the cuddling at night, he felt so comfortable, so happy into his father's arms that most of the nights he forgot his sex, but that night was special. Jeremy did not doubt a single second. As soon as he was on top of his father, he engulfed the big tool and sucked its head until he felt it near his throat and could not go further. He felt his cock was licked and sucked by his father in the same way. Some minutes later he felt in his groin how that lovely sensation was creeping. He knew that his father would spurt a lot of semen that he would try to keep in his mouth and spit it later; he did not like that flavour. Soon they felt how their climaxes were approaching; Jeremy pushed down his cock into his father's mouth that sucked him without stopping. He did the same as his father's hips raised. A few moments later, and at the same time, they moaned loudly breathing hard, as a spasm went thru their bodies. Jeremy was astonished. He had noticed how his father had reached the point of the nice feeling as himself, but nothing had come out from his thick cock as he did in the ship, except the nice flavour of blood of his salty precum. Had he not sucked him properly? But he had experienced the nice feeling... The boy thought. When they recovered, Jeremy turned to his original position in front of his father. Bernard grinned as he rubbed gently his son's smooth face. He loved doing this and the boy enjoyed it as much as his father did. "You told me you didn't like the taste of semen..." The boy looked puzzled to his father, he almost guessed what had happened, and he could not lie his most loved person. "You are right dad... but... but this time nothing has come out." Bernard looked a little bit sad but not surprised; he was an experienced physician and immediately knew his son was right. He tenderly caressed Jeremy's smooth cheeks. "It is not strange, my son. I have seen this type of accidents before." "What do you mean with accident, dad?" "I will never have the opportunity to have children of my own again, Jeremy; even if I wanted it. Almost certainly, the accident cut my semen veins and I'm sterile. I don't mind because I had planned not to have any additional son or daughter. You are all that I needed." "But you enjoyed it, didn't you, dad? I did it correctly, didn't I?" Jeremy asked seriously concerned. "Yes, you did and I enjoyed it very much; to the point that I thought I had spurted my load, but nothing came out. From now on, I can fuck any woman without caring about she might get pregnant; that is the positive side of this business; besides, I'll recover quickly like if I was a boy." He grinned and dragged his son to him as they started again their sex section with a passion. Jeremy rubbed his near five inches dick against his father's belly and at the same time wrapped his left hand around his father's cock stroking it at the same pace, until that beautiful warm feeling came to them, filling their expected happiness. They had established a daily routine. The morning was dedicated to fish, collect bird eggs, fruits etc., in summary, to provide and store foods to feed them in the rain or storm days. Midday, after lunch, was the naptime under the shadow of the trees or in the interior of the cavern, depending on the weather. These were intimate times because normally it led to their mutual petting expressing affection after they woke up, but not any sexual plays. The rest of the daylight was dedicated to the study. Bernard showed his son every plant on the island known to him, its benefits or suffers. Very often Jeremy made sketches and took notes about the plants and its colours, especially those unknown to them. He kept these drawings as the most valuable treasure. After the sunset and dinner, they lay in the comfortable cave cuddled into each other arms. These were for both the most beautiful moments of the day when they talked about the past and especially about the future together. Some times they performed their most intimated sexual contacts, kissing and sucking each other in the darkness or under the light of the whale-oil lamp. They were happy together and rarely Jeremy thought about having a different life. However, Bernard wanted a different life for his son in a society where they could heal another person's sicknesses. It was now six months since the ship wreckage. Jeremy had grown in all senses; however, he still was a child, his pitched but a modulated voice, his smooth skin and his marvellous smile. Bernard had cut his hair a little longer to his temples; he looked like a delicious Apollo. Any person would have been very proud of being his father, and he was that. More than ten thousands miles away from this paradise, nevertheless, things were much different. Sir Charles Northfield, Bernard's father, had received bad news. The Judicial Authority of his County had notified him the adoption carried out by his son; the news has come from Australia. He and his wife agreed not to make any comments about this event until his son returned; it was his decision and he knew his son was a very intelligent and responsible person. Surely he would have strong reasons to have taken this step; in any case, they would never disapprove his son's choice. All ships had returned safely three months ago, except the "Seagull". Just a week ago, he had received his close friend from the Admiralty, Sir James Walter and had notified him the official wreckage of the whaler-ship; apparently, there was only one survivor, now a fourteen years old cabin boy John Smith. He miraculously had been rescued almost dead by another whaler ship returning home; however, the boy had suffered temporal amnesia and he could not remember even his name. This had been kept a secret, though the Admiralty suspected he was part of the "Seagull" crew. After three months in a Royal Navy's hospital, he started recovering his lost memory and the boy confirmed what they had presumed and suspected. Once they had finished with the boy, the Admiralty released a short note to the press and a letter to the families that had a member in the ship's crew, communicating the sad accident. This news produced a commotion, especially in the South of England where all crewmembers used to live and had their families. The archbishop of Southampton ordered special church services and prayers in all the churches and religious institutions of the area. Joe's seminary was directly affected since two boys had a parent enrolled in the disappeared vessel. This was a terrible shock for the red-haired boy. He was kneeled in a hidden corner of the chapel, bitterly crying in silence. The service ended and the chapel building emptied, however, he remained there in a whirl of thoughts about his best friend, his only real friend; the only person that had truly loved and understood him. Joe's family had sold him to the Church to pay the fares for the family's trip to America where now they lived and owned a large farm, not far from New York. As per the agreement, eventually, he had to remain within the Church, at least until he reached the age of eighteen years old and become a priest. Now the Irish descendant boy reeled back the last days when Jeremy and he were together. He also wanted and dreamed to go with him in that ship and to live the adventures in the high seas. He could remember how Jeremy had promised he would talk the captain so he could join the crew as another cabin boy... and now his friend was dead... He would never be able to play and make plans together again. With these thoughts in his young mind, he continued sobbing as spasms shook his whole being. He felt terribly alone and forgotten by everybody. Suddenly he felt a small hand on his right shoulder and light whispers near him. "Please Joe, don't cry or I'll start crying myself, too." Joe turned his wet face to the boy standing near him. "Please, Tim, leave me alone with my pain and sorrow." The blond and beautiful boy kneeled near him placing his left arm around Joe's shoulders. "I want to share your pains, Joe; please let me stay and do it. I know you have lost your best friend..." Joe stopped crying, wiped his wet cheeks and stared at the blond boy again. But who was Tim? He was the only male child of one of the richest families in the South of England. Sometimes souls with similar problems join to comfort themselves. Tim was a bright boy but he had not the beautiful Joe's voice in spite of the efforts made by his teachers. It was simple: he had not been gifted with this but had others, like intelligence and beauty. The seminary was part of a larger boarding school run by the Church where the priests educate wealth families' boys coming from the aristocracy and high bourgeois. Seminar boys, in general, came from low social layers. They had separated quarters and rarely mixed up with the rich ones, except in classes. This was a rare exception and Tim suffered bullying from his equals, even from his own cousins because he liked and sought Joe's company. In the beginning, the Irish boy rejected the idea of being friends, but Tim insisted, and in such a way filled the emptiness left by his cabin-boy friend. However, what changed his mind more, accepting the rich boy as his best friend in the school, was the great resemblance to Jeremy that the blond boy had; same large blue eyes, an oval face, body built, intelligence and that frank smile that always captivated him; only the hair was different. He had learnt to like him. They had met in the Cathedral, where the blond boy went every Sunday for the church service with his family. He was transported to another realm when Joe made the solo singing in the choir. To his father's shock, from that day never missed a church service, wondering his father why the boy had drastically changed his mind, since he had put clearly that he hated any form of religion, nevertheless, his father respected his will. "Thanks, Tim, for comforting me, but I feel alone and left aside; forgotten by my family, God and his saints..." Joe was to open his heart to his new friend, but stopped. The beautiful image of Jeremy came to his mind when in their farewell they kissed on the lips for the first time, and he told him: "I love you, too." Joe sighed, and instinctively pressed Tim's hand; that was the best reward that the blond boy ever received. "You are not alone, Joe. You have me and I'm ready to help you in any way that I can. Please light up your lovely eyes and smile, so I can watch your nice face dimples." He stared at the blond boy. "Why do you want me as a friend? I know your colleagues are bullying you because you are my friend." The blond boy sighed. "Some weeks ago I went to the cathedral and my ears got the most wonderful solo I ever heard. My skin got Goosebumps; I envied you and wanted to meet you and be your friend; yet, when I reached the choir's place you were gone. A priest told us the choir belonged to the seminary of this school. I got astonished when I heard the same voice in the main church of the school; then I promised myself to be your friend. I wished I had that beautiful voice! You had all my admiration, Joe." This explanation made Joe's mind going back to Jeremy and he sighed again; he felt a shiver thru his spine as he murmured as a pray: "I wish you had watched and heard Jeremy and I singing in the cathedral of Winchester during the "te-deum" just a week after the pest was declared over. He had lost his whole family, except an old aunt. We were dressed in beautiful white gowns to our feet; he seemed a real angel that had come from Heaven. He took and pressed my hand for support when we started singing as tears rolled down his beautiful cheeks..." Tim pressed his friend's shoulder and kept silent. He understood. Joe bent his red head against the next bench and Tim could observe the spasms of his friend's chest as he cried quietly. What Tim had not mentioned to Joe was about his family and how interested they were about him. He had a fifteen-year-old daughter, Sheila; a pretty girl as his mom put it. She was already engaged and would get married the following year. She was eagerly looking forward to that event. On contrary than his near own twin sister Linda... Tim reeled back the conversation that the family had had three months ago. His father was telling him: "...You well know that in the future you will run the family's business since you are the only male of this family." "Father, I have told you that I don't want to be a businessman, I'll never succeed in business; I'm not as gifted as you are. I want to study Law and be a politician, an MP in the liberal party." His father had looked at him sternly. "I'll teach you about trade and surely you will succeed..." Then, Linda that was observing her almost twin brother intervened: "Dad, why are you forcing Tim on that? I would do that job perfectly; I love to trade and make business..." Her parents stared at her, not with surprise, because they knew what that intelligent girl was able to do, especially her father. Then her mother pointed out. "You know very well that you cannot perform the business, that task is reserved to men; you will get married as Sheila is going to." The girl visible upset answered her mother. "Why not? Dad has talked many times about a woman, Miss Marten, who runs successfully a navigation company; in spite, she is a woman. Why not I?" Her mother red with anger answered her stubborn daughter: "Miss Marten isn't a woman, she is..." The father interrupted his wife with authority by raising his hand. He then imposing some peace said: "This is not neither the place nor the moment to talk about Miss Marten." Then staring at his daughter continued: "In due course, you will know about this subject; you are still too young. In any case, Linda, if you want to be a businesswoman, it must be in America, not here." The girl bravely looked intently at his family and argued: "If it is necessary, I'll go to America! I'm determined to it." In his heart, her father felt very proud of his daughter and knew she would get her goal. Now he closed the discussion changing to a different subject." Chapter 8 ------------ Bernard's father asked his friend from the Admiralty to send John at his expenses to his countryside house, where they were living those sad moments, once the boy had carried out his task of informing the Maritime Authorities. One week later a carriage stopped in front of the main door of the large house, and the boy descended from it with a small backpack with his scarce belongings. The coachman rang the bell, and a girl dressed in black received and introduced the boy into the house. John was nervous as an old and distinguished man, also dressed in black, came immediately and greeted him. "Are you John Smith?" The boy affirmed with his head, not daring to speak. "John, are you hungry?" The boy blushed and bent his head, he was uneasy with his hat between his hands. "Yes, sir; I have been the whole morning in that carriage and I forgot to buy something for the trip. The driver advised he had orders of not stopping..." "I think we can wait." The old man rang a little silver bell and placed his right arm around John's shoulders to encourage the lad. The girl returned: "Jenny, feed this handsome lad; and when he had rested we'll wait for him in the library. Please accommodate him and, if necessary, the housekeeper sends someone to the village to buy some extra clothes for him." John had never been treated like this, except by his friends, so he blushed deeply and did not know what to say. He thought that such a father was the same as his son, and in those moments he shared the sadness of that family. He chatted a little in the kitchen with the girl, because the cooking woman was speechless since the news about Bernard had arrived. She adored Bernard since he was a young child. When John finished his meal, the girl took him to a room where he had a bath, and later wore the new and clean clothes. John had a nap. He had never felt as good as he was now. When he was ready, the girl came to fetch him and led the teenager to the library. An old and elegant lady, probably Bernard's mother, was sat on a large and soft couch; on the table, there was a silver tray with three cups, tea and milk pots; it was around mid-afternoon. The man was aware of the boy's embarrassment. "Please, John, sit down and relax; that cup is for you. As you will understand, we are going thru very sad moments since you reported the news about our son and the rest of the crew; though that was a risk inherent of working in a ship." He paused as they sipped the hot tea; then he asked: "Can you tell us the entire story? Please start from the day of departure and don't miss anything that concerns my son Bernard. We have time, so don't hurry or worry about it. You will spend a few days here if you feel comfortable..." "Thank you very much, sir. You are very kind and... well... I mean..." He then started. "I knew Mr Northfield, I mean your son, from the previous year trips, and I must say that the crew was very proud of him; they respected him even as much as the Captain..." He related the story until that terrible night of the wreckage. Bernard's father was writing down every detail he seemed important. It was dark when the boy finished his story and time for dinner. He had told the man everything he could remember, except about his intimate moments with Jeremy at the topmasts during their guards. The lady remained in silence weeping all the time and drying her blue old eyes. "John, we'll continue tomorrow; I have many questions that I want to make you, especially related to Jeremy." John sighed as a couple of tears escaped from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks; he tried to hide them by bending his head but, Bernard's father saw them; however, he did as if he didn't see anything in order not to embarrass the boy. After dinner, he went to a comfortable room in the attic where he slept until the girl knocked on the door the following morning waking him up. He had slept for ten hours and felt very alive. After a huge breakfast, Mr Northfield called him. "Let's go for a walk, John, if you don't mind." It was a sunny day that invited to remain outdoors in the open air. "Of course not, sir. I like the countryside; I have lived in it all my life, except when I was navigating." When they were about a hundred yards from the large house, the man asked John: "John, let's come back to the terrible night of the wreckage. Are you one hundred per cent sure that my son and Jeremy died?" The boy stopped walking and staring at the man and without any hesitation, he answered: "No sir; I'm not. Dr Bernard had made something with corks, like a life jacket that Jeremy was obliged to wear when he thought the ship could be in danger; that night I saw him wearing that belt around his chest. Jeremy had told me that his... I mean your son, would propose the Captain to assemble one for each crewmember in future trips. Jeremy swam better than any other in the ship and he enjoyed when the sea was high and rough. He loved the sea as he adored his... well, Mr Northfield." "His father." The man pointed out. "Yes, sir. He worshipped him; he said he would give his life for your son if he asked him." The man sighed and asked the boy. "The ship wrecked because she crashed against some rocks near an island. Do you think that my son could have reached that island? He was a good swimmer." "Why not? The waves were very high and smashed the loaded ship and men against the rocks, but with a lot of luck and avoiding those dangerous foaming crests..." The man grinned and a light of hope came into his heart. If his son loved that boy as this lad was telling him, he sure did his best to reach a safe shore; and now could be alive in a lost island in the middle of the Ocean. Bernard's father recalled John's tears when he mentioned Jeremy the day before. He bluntly asked the boy: "Did you love Jeremy, John?" The boy blushed deeply as the man continued: "I'm a medical doctor as my son would have been; you can be sincere to me, nobody will know anything about you, only what you have declared in the Admiralty." John thought for a moment about his answer while his brown eyes blurred. "Everybody loved Jeremy, sir. I... I... I think I'm homosexual, sir. I had a strong feeling for Jeremy and I must say I loved him with all my heart, but he loved your son." The lad sighed as he continued: "When we did guarding together at the foremast top, we... we did sex things together, I mean touching each other... penises, as the other cabin-boys did. I declared him my love; he was taken aback, but he tenderly told me that we could be best friends, but nothing else. He never stopped talking about your son." "Do you think he felt about sex as you did?" John answered immediately. "Oh no!" John explained to the old doctor his relationship with Jack. "I told him all about and he told me why I accepted that, when I answered that I loved Jack he told me that your son would never ask him that because he did not like it. Then I told him: ""You love Mr Bernard, what you would do if he asked that to you?"" Jeremy thought for a moment and then alleged: ""That means pain and he would never ask me to do that, but if he did, I would do anything he ordered me as long as he keeps loving me. I love him too much."" He was ready to sacrifice himself. At those moments he ignored your son's plans to adopt him." The man kept silence for a moment and then asked John again. "John, do you think that my son felt unhappy when he started the trip?" "I don't know sir. He was an officer and I did not work close to him as Jeremy did; but I only can say that after the first few weeks, when he started teaching Jeremy, he changed drastically; looked content and worked very hard. He even allowed Jeremy to teach me how to write and read, and then during our free time, he taught Jeremy and me how to handle the sextant and many technical things about the sea and vessels. Jeremy immediately learnt all about; he was very bright, I couldn't follow him. Your son looked very happy during our schooling times and Jeremy was always staring at him. I saw in your son's cabin a portrait, well not exactly a portrait, but a sketch of your son made by Jeremy; he was very good at it. He did one of me; unfortunately, I lost it during the accident." They kept silence for a few minutes, and then the old man asked again: "When the adoption took place, what did the Captain do?" "He called all the crew on deck, very unusual I would say, but our Captain was not that type of man saving good news only for himself and the officers. He told us that we had nearly finished our task of hunting whales with two months in advance. Then he publicly announced the adoption of Jeremy by Mr Northfield. Tears of joy appeared on many crewmembers' eyes, amongst them, mine; it was a moment of emotions when father and son hugged! I have never watched happier persons as your son and Jeremy at those instants! From that moment all members of the crew, including officers and the Captain, called him Jeremy Northfield." The man smiled imagining the scene. "Did the boy continue with his chores?" "Oh yes, sir. Jeremy was a very responsible boy and liked to help everybody and to earn his wage, as he used to say." The old doctor, near in a murmur commented: "But my son is fairly rich and he did not need any money, including his son's wages." The boy bent his head and sadly. "Jeremy and Mr Northfield knew that. Your son told the Captain that all his earnings must be given to me when the trip ended, so I could finish my schooling, enter in the ship as a midshipman and try to find Jack. That meant that in the future I would have been an officer; but now... everything is gone." The man noticed the frustration and disappointment in the young lad; he placed his right arm on his shoulders. "John, you have brought us a light of hope; my heart is telling me that my son and Jeremy are still alive and that someday, not very long, we'll see them here; therefore, I'll talk to my wife so you can work here until they come back. The Marine School is not far away, once the new term starts, within two months, you will assist to that school, meanwhile, you'll stay here and a teacher from the village will continue what my son and Jeremy had started. Of course, that's if you like it." The boy didn't know what to say; he bent the head and started sobbing silently. "God bless you, sir. I am sure they will do." "Then John, I'll instruct the administrator. Probably Mrs Northfield will ask you questions; please always say to her the truth. Don't hide her anything she asks you." "I'll do sir, I'll do. Thank you very much for your help." "Furthermore, I'll contact the hospitals where Jack could be in, and I'll find out what I can do about him. I'll keep you informed when some news arrives. In the meantime, on the island, Bernard and his son continued their daily life. Time elapsed quickly and Jeremy's birthday was approaching. He continued his growth in all senses naturally and healthy. The daily exercise, diving, fishing and running had converted his body and his mind, though still, he had that pitched voice that he secretly hated. Like any child, he wanted to be a strong man like his father. They were in the raining season and that day was pouring water. They ate from the reserves and lay under the Captain's fur; it was not cold, but dumpy. They were talking; the boy snuggled into his father's arms so that both were spooned in the same position, Jeremy giving his back to his father. The boy felt his dad's hard and wet cock between his thighs and he got very hard, too. He grinned. "Dad, do you want to fuck me in my butt? I'm the most resembled a girl; even I still have this pitched voice..." His father pressed his son to his chest tenderly. "Please, Jeremy, turn over so I can watch your beautiful eyes." Very pleased the boy did and looked into his father's eyes as Bernard continued. "Jeremy, you are my son and a father should never hurt or cause pain to his son unless it is absolutely necessary and in his benefit." He stopped, trying that Jeremy could clearly understand the meaning of his words; he then continued: "I know that deep in your heart, you don't like it..." Jeremy interrupted his father. "But I know you would have pleasure, and perhaps with the time even myself. Why not? We are alone in this isolated paradise and we don't know when we'll return home, if we ever do." Bernard kissed Jeremy on the forehead. "I know you would do it, not for pleasure as John did, but because you love me, and believe me, my son, I have never loved anyone, including my parents and my own son, as much as I love you at these moments, and I'll continue forever like now, no matter what happens to us." He saw how the boy's eyes blurred; he attracted him to his chest and hugged the boy very tightly. Bernard noticed the boy's strong arms and hands around him and sighed thinking about the great difference that now existed between this boy and that little one he met for the first time at Southampton. "I love you, dad, I love you so much and I would do anything to please you." He murmured that near in a whisper, like a pray. "You don't need to say it because my heart knows it since long time ago." Jeremy broke the hug and kissed his father on the lips. "Dad, but we can continue for the rest, can't we?" Bernard smiled and for an answer, he glued his lips on his son's; their tongues met and a frenzy sexual assault started once more. Jeremy did not break the union. He took his father's dick and started slowly stroking him; then spread some of the man's abundant precum on his hard five inches cock. Bernard took in his expert hand his young son's cock and started masturbating him up and down slowly; they had all the time that they needed. After some minutes, when they felt close to their climaxes, Jeremy left his father's lips, turned around in a 69 position on top of him and started sucking that big dickhead. His left hand cupped and massaged the man's balls sack. He knew that nothing would come out from them and liked the salty flavour of his father's cock. He felt his dick being sucked and he pushed up and down against his father's palate. That beautiful feeling came near at the same time in both with loud groans from their throats, as they reached the loveliest orgasms since they could remember. After a couple of minutes, Jeremy recovered his original position still breathing hard. The boys caressed his father's chest hair softly. A few minutes later Bernard explained: "I don't need to refill as before, do you want to continue?" Jeremy was hard again; grinned and slyly. "Yes, until we are exhausted, dad." Jeremy was on top of his father, their lips met again, Bernard placed his hard cock between his son's thighs and started fucking his still smooth legs. Jeremy's hips moved up and down fucking his dad's belly. After some glorious long minutes, they came into that beautiful ecstasy that only a solitary island could provide. They drifted to sleep while the rain was watering their paradise. They had inspected the island from South to North and from East to West many times, so there was not any trail, corner or rock unknown to them. Jeremy used to run alone thru the sparse jungle, climbing to trees barefooted and going thru all the trails that he found. He could not see other animals, except birds of many kinds and colours. He climbed to the large trees near the bay, and as he guessed, the branches were very thick and surrounded by many rambler plants that reached almost to the top, seeming as if large birds had built their nets there. From the bay, he walked uphill thru the stream and noticed the water was not as cold as it was near the cave; that intrigued the boy that found no explanation for it. After some time walking, and still far from the cave, he discovered a hot-water brook that joined the mainstream. He explained his discovery to his father. "Dad, how can it be? It is fairly hot." Bernard smiled. "Good for your discovery! We can have a hot bath from time to time if we need it. There's an easy explanation for it. This island was built by an eruption and I'm sure that under us is still boiling the lava. Some hot gasses come up thru the rocks' cracks and hit the water. In Yorkshire and many other places in Europe, you can find many places covered by snow and still, the water flows hot from the core of the Earth." Jeremy was amazed and admired by his father's wisdom. "I would like to know many things and have the knowledge as you have, dad; you always have the right answer to my questions." "I'm sure you will have, even will surpass me. Believe Jeremy, it is very gratifying to have a son like you." The boy stared at his father tenderly and changed the subject. Chapter 9 ------------ Jeremy came out of their home to greet the new day; it was ten months after the wreckage, and near his twelfth birthday. He still had his pitched voice and his smooth skin; nothing had changed, except that he was taller and his shoulders and chest have widened. His cock was larger and thicker and he had noticed how his balls had dropped a little more and his dick continued oozing that clear and slippery liquid before and after they finished their lovemaking, not as his father, but some. For Bernard, his son was at the peak of his childish beauty. The boy's hair was almost blond due to sun exposure, and his blue eyes contracted against his tanned skin, making them even bluer. As usual, the boy had a look around the sea and over the island after peeing, except on the South that was on his back. All of a sudden he spotted sails on the horizon; his heart jumped and he entered into the cave shouting. "Dad, dad, a ship is approaching!!!" "Are you sure, son?" "Yes. It is clear that she has her bow to our island." Bernard didn't lose any second; he took the spyglass and went upper hill followed by his son. Still was very far but without a doubt, her destination was their island. Half an hour later they could easily observe the ship. It was a small warship, most likely a Corvette with six guns on each side plus one on the bow; she did not show any flag on, so that meant they were pirates. "They are pirates; so we must be very careful on showing up. I don't think they can discover the little boat or de Captain's chest. We have hidden them properly. I suppose this is not the first time this ship calls in this isolated island." "Dad, we know the island inch by inch; we can hide and they'll never see us." "Alright son, but we must be extremely careful; if they capture us we would be sold as slaves and probably separated for the rest of our lives. It would be too painful, I think I would die." "Don't worry dad; I think that this is not the first time that this ship comes here. We'll approach her at near the sunset when they have settled down, we can sneak around the bay." And that is what they did. The ship had anchored in the bay; that proved that the pirates knew the island; probably they had left the debris they had found months back. Father and son moved toward the bay from the North, sneaking like lizards; the stream was in the South. With the spyglass, they observed closely the crew on the beach getting ready to roast some fish and fruits that they had collected. It seemed they were very confident because no guard had been established. All of a sudden, Jeremy near shouted, his heart started to beat hard like a horse; he then whispered in his father's ear: "Dad, look at that small figure." Bernard focused the image with the spyglass. "It is a cabin-boy." "No, I think it is a girl." He took the spyglass and closely examined the little boy. "Dad, she is the girl of my dreams, Helen!!!" The Captain, a tall and strong black man, was talking to the girl, they could not hear what they were saying because they were too far; but the girl, after apparently being warned, started walking to where they were hidden almost buried under some old palm leaves and sand. For some minutes she walked confidently to only a few inches from Jeremy, he could smell her sweat. She looked around, most likely assuring herself that no one was in sight; then took her pants to her ankles and started peeing right on top of Jeremy's back. He couldn't move and silently noticed how the urine wetted his body. "Fuck her!!!" he mentally cursed. He wanted to look at her, but he remembered what his father had told him. The girl stood, raised her pants and started walking into the forest. When she almost disappeared from their view, Bernard motioned Jeremy to follow her. Like two invisible redskins they went behind the girl. She seemed very sure of knowing the place, walking and watching the trees and birds. When they were far enough that nobody could hear them, without any word, Bernard instructed Jeremy to attack her from behind, but only to keep her silence. Jeremy sneaked and advanced further than the girl, then he hid behind a large tree and as she passed, the boy attacked her from behind. His strong right hand pushed her against his chest, just on top of her little breasts; with his left one wrapped her mouth, leaving free her nose in order she could breathe. He ignored what her language was; therefore, he whispered with his most tender and confident words on her ear, like a plea: "Please, please, don't shout, we are friends. We don't want to hurt you." The girl heard the pitched voice of a child and noticed on her butt the bulge of Jeremy's privates; however, she could not understand how a boy could be so strong because she couldn't move. In view that the girl did not make any attempt to shout or move, Jeremy softened his grip and talked quietly to her. "Please Helen, don't shout, please; will you promise?" He pleaded. She was astonished hearing her last name and moved the head accepting. Jeremy took off his hands freeing her as she slowly turned around to watch a beautiful boy and his father staring at her, both stark naked. She was agape; but before she could speak, Bernard said: "I am Bernard Northfield, third officer and physician from the wrecked ship "Seagull", and he is my son Jeremy. Don't worry; we don't pretend to harm you in any way." She stared at both; still, she couldn't believe what her eyes were watching. Jeremy grinned to her and she felt more relaxed; then she asked: "How do you know my last name and why are you naked?" Bernard motioned Jeremy to answer her questions. "First, because I have seen you many times in my dreams, you are not a stranger to me. And second, because you are the first person we see in this island for the past ten months; besides we had only one pair of shorts when we jumped from the ship; my dad still has his, but mine are too small for me. I have grown a lot during this time. Probably they will fit on you, but not on me. Being naked is the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced, we can go underwater, run, and walk without caring about our clothes." Looking at the lovely girl he flushed as he added: "Sorry I stink, but you... peed on me." Now Helen was the one to flush. For the first time, she smiled openly. She kept silence for a moment ordering her thoughts. "Thanks to a Mr Northfield I'm alive; my mother told me that she had some difficulty bringing me into this world, but a doctor with that name made a risky operation and saved us. We used to live near Richmond, in England. "That doctor was my father. Then he changed the subject. "Helen, for the sake of our own security, let's go further into the jungle, we don't know if any of the sailors had followed you up. Jeremy had rubbed all footprints, but we never know..." "Yes, you are right." They walked quicker until Bernard felt they were safe. Then the girl explained: "I know partially this island because this is the second time we have called here for repairs and to refill our water tanks. These people are very dangerous and they won't doubt catching and killing you, or the worst, selling you as slaves after torturing you." She then bent her head and kept silent as she continued: "A couple of months ago, they captured a ship and all persons on board were sold as slaves, except the poor Williams. Captain Black and his officers..." She did not dare to say the word, but Jeremy bluntly added: "They did it to him in his butt. Is that what you were trying to say?" The girl blushed. "Yes. He was fourteen, but smaller than you are. I heard their moans and shouts because I was locked in the food store..." The girl was close to crying, so Bernard interrupted her. "Helen, you don't need to continue, I'm a physician and guess what happened. Perhaps he was lucky when he died. You have had terrible experiences but not everybody is like those men." She looked at Bernard; he knew that the girl was evoking something that she would have liked to forget. "They are very cruel. When our ship was captured, three years ago, they locked me into the captain's cabin, but I heard all about the execution. They killed my dad and Uncle Tom; after that, the captain slashed their bodies and threw them to the sharks. The rest of the crew was sold as slaves." Tears dribbled along the little girl's cheeks. "I was very scared as the big man told me that my father and uncle deserved not to be alive. He did not explain to me why." After a pause and as the girl calmed down, Bernard asked her: "Which is your full name Helen?" The girl seemed a little bit surprised. "I thought you already knew it. My full name is Rose Helen Marten." Bernard looked at Jeremy in a quick glance in order not to insist in that matter, but she continued: "Fortunately the captain and his closest officers don't like girls or women; they are very fond of young teenagers. When we are at port, the rest of the crew goes out for women and to drink, but this group remains onboard, or part of it goes to fetch boys. They placed me in a locked cabin not far from theirs and I can hear their moans." Jeremy and Bernard could imagine what happened in the captain's quarters while they organized the orgies. "It is strange they did not sell you, too. Why?" The boy questioned. "There is a plain explanation for this: I'm their hostage. I know they have asked my untie Rose for a great amount of money to rescue me, but I know her very well and am sure she will never pay to rescue me; they don't know this fact, otherwise, they would have sold me a long time ago." "Why wouldn't she pay the rescue?" Jeremy asked. "Captain Black explained to me that I'm very rich and that he expected that my father's sister would pay because I'm his only heir and without me, she can't get my money, at least for a long time. She hated my mother and never approved she married my father. Furthermore, I resemble my mother and that increased her hate to me. Mom died five years ago." Jeremy instinctively took Helen's hand in his and pressed it. She did not move. The girl then added: "There is another reason why Captain Black kept me alive: none of the crew could read and write, except me, so he needed me. Just before the last action, a man joined the crew and he can write and read, not very well but he serves submissively Captain Black as his lover, too. "Really it is a sad story. The problem is what might happen to you if he knew all of this." "I'm terribly scared; as my bosom is showing out the men are staring at me lavishly. A month ago the Captain killed one man that tried to touch me; he told me that I'm a pin in his ass..." The girl stared at Bernard, then to Jeremy and pressed his hand; she could not resist anymore and started to cry quietly. They kept silence for a few moments, then she looked again at them; Jeremy had a blur in his eyes. "Please, please, Mr Northfield, can I stay with you?" She pleaded between sobs. Bernard looked at Jeremy. "Of course you can, but that will probably mean our death. They'll try to find you and sooner or later, will find us. This is a small island and they know it, and we are not ready to have slaved..." "No. I don't think so. They ignore that you are here; I'm sure that if I propose the captain to stay on this island he will approve it. This is an unknown place, it is like a prison, so his problems with the crew would be solved and he would think they can pick me up any time as soon as they receive news from my family." "Are you sure about that?" Jeremy asked. "Absolutely." Bernard then intervened. "In that case, let's set up a plan. Now you'll return to the ship before they can suspect anything. When you suggest your idea of remaining on the island alone, doubtless the captain will ask you what you might need. Leave him to choose, don't insist on anything; however, you would need: soap; two knives; a pot to cook; material to make fire; a piece of waterproof canvas and cords to make a tent; an axe and one gun and ammunition, just in case one of his men follow you. As you can see it is reasonable equipment." "And some clothes, especially shorts for Jeremy and myself. I know where I can get them." Jeremy blushed. The boy seemed annoyed. "I don't need any shorts; I'm not going to a dinner-dance party." The boy argued. "I'm very comfortable with my birth dress." "We'll never know..." They smiled and Bernard pointed out. "Helen, we'll be very near the ship; neither you nor the crew will be able to see us. If the captain accepts, as soon as you leave, we will be as your shadow; guarding your rear just in case a man comes behind you. If that happens we'll kill him with a gunshot, so they'll believe you killed him in your self-defence." "Alright, we'll meet here if everything goes as I say." The girl confirmed. They stood up and accompanied her to near the beach. From their hide, they watched how she approached the captain, and after a few minutes, she started talking to him. With the spyglass, they could see that the big black man accepted the proposal, even he was proposing more things. They returned into the jungle, rubbed their footprints and hid into what seemed an animal hole. They ate some ripe bananas and prepared to spend the critical night. When they were lying almost buried, Jeremy cuddled into his father's arms; the boy turned over to see his father and then asked him in a whisper: "Why Captain Black killed Helen's family instead of selling them as slaves or keeping them as hostages? It doesn't make sense." "Yes, you are right, son. However, behind the surname "Marten" there is a sad story. Frank and Thomas Marten were one of the most important slave traders to America. He made most, if not all, of his large fortune in this business; they were well known everywhere. It seems that they transported the total of Captain Black's people. He escaped because he was very handsome as a boy and was retained by his master in the plantation house. Later he and some of his mates killed his owner, took a lot of his money and flew thru the jungle until they found a port. They bought a small ship and freed a few sailors that were condemned to long-term imprisonments. They started as pirates and only a few months later they got that Corvette that is very famous in these seas. I believe that the Crown is ready to pay a high amount of money for them." Jeremy kept silence. "But Helen cannot be blamed for what his family did. She was not even born." "Yes, that's correct, but the society's rules are like that. This girl must have suffered discrimination in England, so she was placed in a school in Switzerland. You must be very discrete about this and only speak about it if she starts doing it, otherwise, she might feel offended and hurt." "I know it dad, and besides I... I think I love her. Is it possible, dad?" Bernard grinned. "Why not? But be careful, my son and do not confuse pity with love; you are too young and a sensible soul. The time will decide the future. Still, we'll have serious problems to solve." Jeremy turned over again and cuddled into his father's arms. A few minutes later they were asleep. They woke up before dawn and when the first lights came out from the East they walked up in silence close to the beach. Each one climbed to a different large tree and observed the crew already engulfed in their chores. When the sun reached the mainmast's top they watched Helen in a boat abandoning the Corvette; she was disembarked ashore loaded with a large backpack on her little shoulders with her equipment. Like anyone going to camp, she waved to the big black man and entered into the forest without turning her head. After a few minutes, Jeremy descended from the tall tree and followed her in parallel on her left side. Bernard remained hidden on the top of his large tree watching how the crew started climbing to the jibs while others were lifting the anchor and starting to manoeuvre to sail off. He waited until the vessel went out of the bay and well into the open sea. He then descended from the tree and strolled to meet the boy and the girl in the spot that they had agreed. When Helen saw him she ran to Bernard extending out her arms to the man's neck and with a sob, she kissed him. "Are they gone?" "Yes. I have waited until the ship is clearly sailing off to the East. I don't think they have any suspicions about us." The girl sighed. "Thank God, they are gone." She looked at Jeremy that smiled at her." "I'll take part of your heavy luggage." Bernard shared most of her belongings with Jeremy; it was not heavy but had high volume. She gave her hand to the boy and they started crossing to the other side of the island. She showed them the extra items that the captain had added, such as some rods and hooks to fish, a tool to open the coconut and an oil lamp, but not any gun. They spent the day walking thru the sparse jungle; however a couple of times Bernard hid during a few minutes, just in case the pirates had made a trick, but nothing happened. They continued walking until the group reached the other side of the island; immediately Jeremy dropped his backpack on the sandy floor and jumped into the clear water. Helen watched him and grinned noticing his flaccid dick dangling as he ran into the water. She envied him and sighed, but at that instant, she heard Bernard's voice on her back: "Helen, I don't want to push you in any way, but we are the only souls in this island and we are already naked." She thought for a moment, and then grinned slyly. "I suppose you have seen many girls and women naked; there is nothing new for you, but Jeremy..." "Well, you are partially right, but I think he would appreciate you sharing his opinion about the body." She took off her blouse and showed those beautiful little breasts that had started to grow some months ago; now they were like soft little flat mandarins, yet, she kept her shorts on. "As soon as we arrive home you must put some oil on your body to prevent it from the sunburn; today you must be very careful and don't expose yourself too much to the sun." She smiled at the man, then gave him a peck and ran into the water where Jeremy was swimming happily. The boy watched for the first time in his life the marvellous view of little breasts of a girl and her red lips. He sighed, as his dick was already rock hard; instinctively the boy gripped his left hand around the engorged penis and gave a couple of strokes, but quickly he took his hand off as he watched how the red-haired girl jumped into the water. Soon she came to where he was and they started to play in the crystal waters, dipping and emerging, as any child would do in the same circumstances, forgetting his hardness. They joked; she climbed on top of Jeremy's shoulders and jumped into the water. The children laughed and shouted loudly enjoying the moment of being free and children. It seemed that this pretty girl had never had a good time up to now; she was actually happy, this made her look even prettier. Bernard called them and the couple came immediately, a little bit disappointed, as they wanted to continue. "I can't remember the last time that I felt as good as today. Thanks to both of you." Saying this she kissed a peck to Bernard and Jeremy on their cheeks. The boy blushed as he felt her lips on him and his dick started again to grow. That was the first time that a girl had kissed him. "Well, we need to eat something. Jeremy, please, take the harpoon and fish something for us, meanwhile, we go to find some ripe fruits." "Bernard, may I stay with Jeremy? I would like he teaches me how to fish." Bernard smiled suspiciously. "Yes, it is alright. But you must wear your blouse to cover your shoulders; I don't want you to complain tonight that you can't sleep with burns on your skin." She smiled, took her blouse and put it on; Jeremy felt disappointed. After lunch, they lay for a nap. Jeremy and Helen laid their sides together facing each other and joking. "I have never been so happy as today, Jeremy." She looked into the boy's blue eyes. "Jeremy, when I first met you yesterday I was surprised because your face was very familiar to me; it seemed as if I had known you since a long time ago; however, I'm absolutely sure that I have never seen you before." Jeremy felt how his heart started to beat strongly into his chest and instinctively extended out his hand and caressed the girl's red hair; putting away a ringlet from her white forehead. "Helen, I know you since a year ago that I saw you in my dreams; however, you are prettier than the image I had in my mind. Your eyes are so blue..." He was to compare with Joe's but he stopped his speech. "What did we do in your dreams, Jeremy? I would love to know it." The girl asked innocently. The boy blushed and his dick got hard immediately; he recalled the many times he had jacked off thinking about her. "Well, I... I... I don't dare to say. You are so beautiful... I like those lovely bright blue eyes." She grinned seductively as she observed the boy's cock growing hard. "I guess." She smiled again. "Do you like only my eyes, Jeremy?" The boy got redder than a beetroot again. "I... I love any part of you, Helen, especially..." They heard Bernard calling them to get up. "Let's continue. We'll sleep not far from home, so tomorrow we can stay there." They arranged their things and started walking along the beach. Without looking at Jeremy, Helen took his hand and pressed it; Jeremy sighed and hand in hand they walked along the white sandy beach. He explained to her every plant they found and its properties. Bernard grinned, hearing his son relating what he had taught him. About two miles from the cave they stopped. "Here we'll set up our camp." They camped, and for the first time, they installed the tent. "Helen, come on, I'll show you something." The girl looked the beautiful tan of the boy and his almost blond hair as she gave her hand to him. They entered a little under the palm trees forest and uncovered the boat. She looked at it carefully and astonished. "Why haven't you left the island?" The boy grinned. "My dad is an expert seaman; he was the third officer on board of the "Seagull" and he believes we are too far from any shipping route; besides, do you think we could row so a long distance? Probably we would die before we could see any vessel." "Yes, you are right. I can't calculate the distance, but our ship took near a couple of weeks to come here." "Let's go underwater. I want you to eat fresh oysters tonight." "Oysters? Are there oysters here?" "Yes. I have discovered a bank in the coral rocks. They are a little deep and I wonder if you can reach down that depth, it needs practice and training." Bernard observed the two children, satisfied that his son had found someone of his age to who ask, and with who share different questions than to an adult. He felt happy, very happy. Helen was hypnotized by Jeremy's beauty. His strong legs and hands, his strange large dark blue eyes... she had never thought about a boy like this one. She felt very attracted to him and thought she would like to touch his body as he had touched her forehead. She had been tempted to do the same to him, and now she felt stupid for not doing it. He jumped into the water and she followed him, but soon she had to emerge on the surface to take some air, while Jeremy went deeper under her. He came out with four oysters and approached her. "Please, take them to my dad; he'll prepare a good supper." Saying that he jumped again into the clear water. After giving the oyster to Bernard, Helen followed him; this time till where the oysters were, however, she had to return immediately again for air. Jeremy appeared again with three oysters, one of them bigger than the others. She then argued: "I can't follow you; it is too deep for me." Jeremy gave his best smile to the girl. Gently he explained: "No, it isn't; it is a question of habit and of course training, it happened to me the first days." She was infatuated by the look of that tanned gorgeous and flawless body. For the first time she directly looked at the boy's crotch to watch that hard and straight penis and balls sack, now very tight and shrunken; instinctively she touched her covered vagina as Jeremy again jumped into the water. She could not understand what was happening to her; with her touch, she felt a tingle sensation inside her and a shiver thru her spine. Bernard was preparing the oysters. He opened the big one and found the most beautiful pearl he had ever seen; it was a form of a tiny pear; he thought that this present from Mother Nature would represent the money for a life living of a small family. He kept it plus another two normal ones; he would tell later to his son. They came with more oysters and had dinner. They arranged the tent, put off the lamp and drifted to sleep. The day had been very exciting and Jeremy could not sleep; his dick was hard and poking into his father's navel. They heard Helen lightly snoring and thought she was asleep. Jeremy turned over facing his father and murmured on his ear. "Dad, can we have a release?" Before Bernard could answer he felt Jeremy's lips on his; he opened his mouth and their tongues met starting to explore each other cavity. After a couple of minutes, both were close to their climaxes; Bernard in a whisper argued on Jeremy's ear: "Do we do it here, son? Helen could hear us." "We have nothing to hide, dad, even I would prefer to tell her; however, let's go outside under the moon. It is very warm." They sneaked out of the tent and a few yards away Jeremy fell on top of his father and started making their usual form of love. Jeremy turned around in 69 and took his dad's big dickhead into his mouth, sucking it eagerly; at the same time Bernard took Jeremy's cock entirely into his mouth; soon both were breathing hard as their climaxes reached the peak of that intimate sensation. After a while, Jeremy turned around and lay close to his father and started caressing his chest hair; after a few minutes both were excited again and Jeremy fucked his dad's belly. He did not need saliva because his own fluids made his dad belly slippery. Again that great feeling of love and lust hit them nearly at the same time with muffled groans. When their orgasms subsided, Jeremy slid down to his side as he recovered his breath. "You are wonderful, dad. It is a beautiful night." Bernard hugged tenderly his most loved being. Then he asked the boy: "How is Helen, son?" The boy did not reply immediately and then grinned, he kissed his dad a peck on the lips. "She is beautiful, dad. I love her. I can't keep her image away from my mind. I wish she was not so shy. When I'm out of the water my dick grows quickly, I feel embarrassed and don't know what to do." Bernard smirked. "You must give her time, son; fortunately you have many days and months to be together to reach your goal if she accepts you..." "Soon her birthday and mine will arrive; she told me we were born in the same day and month, only with a year difference. She has brought us many useful things that'll make easier our lives, but I have nothing to give her." "I think we have a real present for her. Today, within the big oyster has come the most beautiful pearl I have ever seen; I think that would be as a royal present." "It would be lovely, dad. But do you think we should uncover our secret to her?" Bernard caressed his adored son's smooth cheeks tenderly with the back of his hand. "Absolutely. I think I love her too, though in a different way, of course; but I do." The boy thought for a moment. "Yes dad, she is wonderful and part of our lives. She deserves to be part of us forever." Helen had woken up and instinctively was to place her arm on Jeremy, but she found he was not there; she was alone in the tent. She got up and went out of the tent; the night was bright and warm and she thought her friends had gone for a walk. Only a few yards away she watched son and father speaking in a whisper and lying on their sides on the sand facing each other; she clearly overheard the last sentence. She sat near a palm tree and thought should not spy her friends, but her innate curiosity was stronger than her rejections. The moon was shining and she clearly could see how Jeremy went on top of his father and kissed him tenderly many times around his face and body; then a frenzied move started; moans and gasps as she had heard in the ship; and finally an uncontrolled groan came from Jeremy's throat. After that, quietness and relax followed; she watched how a couple of minutes later, Bernard tenderly caressed his son's hair and kissed him many times with gentle love. Jeremy responded in the same manner; they hugged, as she would have liked to be embraced. At those moments she envied very much the couple and missed those contacts that only she received from her mother a long time ago. She felt tears trickling her cheeks and thought maybe she had come to interfere in those special lives, but immediately she remembered the sweet stares from the boy and father as they genuinely welcomed her. When she realised her friends would start coming back, she moved back into the tent. Some minutes later they returned and took the original positions, Jeremy with his back to his father and cuddled spooned into his arms. She stirred herself as if she was asleep and snuggled into Jeremy's body; the boy wrapped his left arms around the girl and, instinctively kissed her neck lightly; he did not want to wake her up. She felt the boy's dick against her butt, separated from his flesh only by the fine fabric of her shorts. The three in a block drifted to sleep. Chapter 10 -------------- Helen was the first to wake up, she stretched out her arms and her moves woke up Jeremy and his dad. As if that had happened many times, she turned over and kissed Bernard: "Good mornings, dad." She grinned as he answered in the same manner. "Good mornings, daughter." Bernard felt that his family had really increased in size, and he liked that new sensation. The girl then turned around and kissed Jeremy for the first time. "Good mornings, Jeremy." She did not say, brother. "Good morning, Helen. Did you sleep well? "I have never slept so good and happy before, though I still have missed the ship's moves." She again repeated the peck to Jeremy. "I'm going to prepare some little biscuits." Father and son stared at each other astonished. She went out of the tent and into the forest with her knife. Soon she came back with some roots that she smashed with the bold part of the hatchet. When she had reduced them near to a cream she demanded with a shout: "Come on lazy boy, prepare the fire!" Jeremy took the tools and set a fire; she placed a flat rock on it and after a few minutes they were eating lovely roasted biscuits. Bernard was amused and greatly amazed. "Where did you learn this, daughter?" She smiled. "The pirates taught me. Besides bad persons, they know a lot about survival; if you like it I'll teach you some other recipes." Then Jeremy said: "Let's go home, we must dismantle the tent." "Why, son? We are not very far and when we are at the beach it will be a good place to have a nap and even to spend a night. There isn't anyone on the island who might touch it." "Yes dad, you are right." So they took the rest of the items and went into the forest. They crossed the little stream and started walking uphill. "Helen, watch these almost invisible marks on the rocks, they show you the way home." She agreed as took off her blouse and glanced at Jeremy that glued his eyes to her little breasts. She then asked: "Dad, how can this little island have so much water? It seems a miracle. The pirates never told me; it seems a secret for them, too." "In such a way it is, my daughter. After we settle down into the cave, Jeremy can take you for a walk to show the secret." "Yes, I gladly will, Miss Helen." He said this making a light reverence and trying that his voice was not so pitched." She laughed. As they walked hillside up, the large trees disappeared and the vegetation changed to exuberant bushes with all kind of fruits. Helen took an around purple one, like a tiny orange and bitted it. Quickly as a ray, Jeremy took it from her hand. "Spit it out and your saliva, too; don't leave anything into your mouth!" He scared her to death and she got white. When he was sure she had spat any possible part of the fruit, Bernard alleged: "Daughter, it is a very poisonous fruit and plant, a few grams can kill you; it is good in tiny doses to heal out some pains." "I'm sorry, dad. From now on I'll ask before I try any unknown fruits." "That's a good idea. Forget the incident and let's continue." They walked up and soon they arrived at the cave. She was dumbfounded about it and the beautiful bush that almost covered the entrance. "Jeremy, is this fruit good?" Jeremy remembered his father accident and the wreckage of the ship. "Well not bad; but if you eat a couple of those fruits, you will sleep for 24 hours without stopping." She smiled showing her beautiful white teeth; this made the boy to forget his sad thoughts. "Meanwhile I settle down everything you can go and show Helen the island's secret." "Yes dad, we'll come back in a couple of hours. Let's go, Helen." To Jeremy's surprise, she took off her blouse and shorts and tossed out on what seemed a bed. Jeremy wide opened his eyes that were glued to her beautiful little fatty butt; she then offered her hand to him. Reluctantly Jeremy turned a little in order not to watch her because his dick started to grow with every heartbeat. She then changed her mind for a while, and wickedly said: "Please Jeremy, oil my back and shoulders while I do my front; I don't want the sun sunburns my skin." Bernard couldn't hide a smile watching his embarrassed son at the girl's determination. However, the brave boy spread the oil over her back, kneading slowly her lovely shoulders, butt globes and her white and smooth thighs while she was doing on her front. At this point, the boy felt how a sweet sensation was creeping to his loins and hard dick; he could not stop his body to orgasm. He closed his eyes and stopped for some seconds rubbing the girl's legs, while his hard penis jerked with each heartbeat. He kneeled behind Helen to prevent falling on the ground. The girl noticed something strange on Jeremy, but innocently she did not associate it with the boy's sexual release. "Let's go, Jeremy." Bernard turned on his back to prevent his laugh watching his son's uncomfortable situation as his penis still was jerking. More relaxed and hands entwined they started walking uphill to reach the strange cone of the steep mountain. The girl was smiling to herself as she peered on the boy hard cock. More calmed, and after more than half an hour walking, they reached the point near where the lake could be seen. They stopped for a while and Jeremy turned her to the island. Helen watched amazed the wonderful view. "It is marvellous Jeremy; we can see the entire island from here." Jeremy could not say anything; he nodded because the view of her naked body was taking all his attention. After a moment he murmured: "Yes, it... it... is wonderful." Helen chuckled guessing the boy's cause of stammering. "Helen, now I want you to close your eyes, it will be only for a couple of minutes." She did and then Jeremy gently dragged her to where the large lagoon could be contemplated in all its beauty. He took the chance to have a look on her crotch, and he could see she had a few red pubes on her pussy; he quickly thought she was more advanced on puberty than he was. Then he pulled her on top of a large flat and polished rock over the lake, like the large beam used in swimming pools to jump into the water. He looked at her again and repeated to himself: "My God, what a beautiful girl she is!" "Open your eyes, please." The girl opened those brilliant blue eyes to the lagoon, her mouth agape in amazement. "Oh my God, it is unbelievable!" Jeremy looked at her and could not resist anymore her beauty and closeness. He looked into her eyes and slowly pulled her to him; their lips met in a long and tender kiss; she closed her eyes trembling as jelly as her knees near buckled because it was the first time that anyone had kissed her on the lips. She felt the boy's hard penis poking on her crotch. Jeremy broke the kiss after a minute and she sighed, dropping her head on the boy's strong left shoulder. He murmured into her ear while caressed her soft red hair. "I love you, Helen; you are so pretty, so great..." She was trembling. After some seconds she separated from him and looked at that still rounded childish face and deep dark blue eyes. "I love you, too, Jeremy, my handsome boy. I love you since the moment you held me in the forest." She then put her arms around Jeremy's neck and pulled the boy to her; Jeremy quivered when he felt her little breasts against his hard chest and his dick on her crotch, a little over her vagina. Their lips met again, but this time the kiss started tenderly and slowly, but it converted in a passionate one. Jeremy opened his mouth and slipped his tongue out; she felt something trying to force open her teeth, she resisted for a moment and then let the intruder into her cavity. Their tongues swirled inside and soon they were breathing very hard. Instinctively she started moving up and down rubbing the boy's dick against her pussy's lips and clit. That wonderful and unexpected feeling arrived in her little and young body for the first time in her life. She felt her knees would not support her body and hugged even tighter the boy to prevent falling on the ground. Both at the same time broke their kiss and glued their young bodies as one in a tight embrace sweating and breathing uncontrollably. A long groan came out from their throats as they reached the peak of their climaxes; soon their heartbeats started slowing down. When they recovered, she separated herself from the boy a little and looked at Jeremy still puzzled. He grinned at her and kissed the girl's lips a quick peck. "What has just happened, Jeremy? I thought I would fall down and my knees would buckle. It has been so marvellous, so wonderful...! I couldn't do anything but to be as close as possible to you. I wanted to melt with you, to eat you without hurting you. Jeremy grinned and caressed lovingly and gently the girl freckled face. "It has been your first orgasm, or climax as dad calls it." She grinned at him, still untangled from him. She blushed. "Jeremy, is that what you felt last night?" She bent her red-haired head. "I'm very sorry that I spied you. I'm really ashamed but I couldn't stop doing it. Sorry again." Jeremy then kissed the bridge of her nose and the girl sighed. "Yes, that's what we feel when we make love, but with you it has been different, sweeter and better. I can't find the words to describe it." She sighed. "I must tell dad what I did and ask him to forgive me." "You can do whatever you like, darling, but you don't need to do so. Dad is the most wonderful, good, great and understandable person that you can imagine; he almost certainly knows that you spied us." She felt a lovely sweet sensation when the boy called her "darling". It has been many years since she heard that word on his dad's mouth. Then she asked: "You said you made love. Did he put his thing into your butt as Captain Black does to the teenagers that he brings into his cabin?" Jeremy immediately answered the girl. "Oh no!" He smiled. "He would never do that to me and I don't like it either. When we were on the ship, I felt in debt to him and I asked him to do it to me, but he kissed me lovingly and rejected that idea; he explained that I was his son; that to make that implied pain and he was not ready to hurt me; besides, he had never done it to any male, boy or man, before. You can imagine how I felt in that moment, I hugged and kissed him around his face and body; we had sex as you watched us, and he spurted his semen so hard that reached my face. We laughed a lot and spent one of the loveliest nights I ever had. Only a few days ago, I tried again telling him to fuck my butt, because we were alone and happy; he had the same answer than in the ship. I love my father heaps, Helen; I would do anything he asked me. We always do sex things together when I ask him. He never forced or even suggested me to start, he is always ready to please me and this makes me feel very, very happy and proud of having such a father. I wonder if you will ever understand this." "I understand it darling; in fact, I envied you a lot, especially when you were kissing, petting and cuddling after the excitement. I would have liked to be between you both and receive all your kisses and tenderness." She sat on the polished rock and dragged Jeremy to her. They kept silence for a few moments. "Your penis is hard, let's do it again, Jeremy. I want to do it as many times as you want." He was to tell her that this would be his third time in about an hour, but he thought it wasn't necessary. They lay side by side and Jeremy started kissing her on the lips, but soon he went licking and sucking her earlobes and she squirmed in delight. He continued to her armpits and she giggled with the ticklish and pleasure sensations. She placed her hands on top of the boy's head, she wanted to touch his penis, but he scooted down. She felt his hard dick rubbing her abdomen as he scooted down, and now her crotch. Suddenly the boy took delicately one of her little nipples into his mouth while softly rubbed the other one; then changed to the other sucking it. This was the first time that Jeremy sucked a girl's teat and also for Helen; she had never been touched in any part of her until now. She could not resist those new sensations. She screamed in pleasure and instinctively started pushing her hips up trying to get his dick into her. Jeremy came back to her mouth and they kissed passionately; she then took his hard dick and wrapped it with her hand. The sensation was great, it was hot and hard and she immediately started moving her hand up and down. Unexpectedly their bodies tensed and a spasm went thru them. They moaned loudly as reached their orgasms for the second time within some minutes. Breathing hard, they laid their bodies on the warm rock together in the bliss of their orgasms until they recovered the breath. She looked at her boy and caressed his hair; then quickly she stood, and before Jeremy could realise, she jumped from the rock into the lagoon, Jeremy smiled and followed her. They swam as two dolphins; it was difficult for Jeremy to follow Helen; she was very good at it. After a few minutes of enjoying the fresh and clear water, Jeremy tried to dip to the bottom, but after a couple of minutes, he surfaced. "It is very deep, I can't see the bottom." They came out to the rocky shore and Helen climbed to the boy's shoulders and jumped into the water. They continued jumping until they were tired of that play. She embraced the boy, put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist; Jeremy felt his cock hardening again and he placed his lips on hers; her little breasts were rubbing against his pectorals and the boy's dick under Helen's butt hole. Jeremy instinctively pushed up trying to penetrate her butt sphincter, but he couldn't; however, an electric jolt went thru Helen's body when she felt the contact of her boy's cock in that sensible part. Their tongues mixed inside the wet mouths and at the same time, they rubbed against each other. They reached again their third dry orgasm near at unison with a loud groan. Helen glued his body to her loved boy until the heat of their bodies released thru their skins. She then looked at the sun. "Jeremy, we must go back; I think that two hours have elapsed and dad might be worried." Jeremy smiled and felt very well with his girl's judgment. "Yes, my beautiful girl, you are right." They got out, and hands entwined started walking down to the cave. She looked at him and grinned when observed his dick was flaccid for the first time. "It seems that your little brother is tired." He looked at it and grinned. "Not for a long time; he doesn't need to refill." That brought to Helen what she had seen a few times in the ship. "Jeremy, do you squirt that white stuff that I saw in some of the men in the ship?" The boy smirked, however, he recognized that Helen maybe had more experience than he had. Whereas he had only seen his father's semen in the ship, she might have been obliged to assist to those orgies performed by Capitan Black and his mates, or just watch for child curiosity. Then he answered. "I suppose you are referring to semen. No, not yet. I'm still too young for that; dad says that perhaps in about half a year I will." They kept silence while they walked down, but the girl was very interested in the matter and knew that her boy did not mind telling her what she wanted to know. "The other night I didn't see you cleaning dad's stuff; wasn't he released?" Jeremy's face got sad, as a grimace of pain crossed his mind recalling those terrible moments of the ship's wreck. Helen observed him. "Have I said anything offensive or inconvenient?" "No darling, you have not offended anyone, only that this has brought sad moments to my memory." He paused for a moment remembering those first days on the island after the accident. He then continued: "When he was trying to jump after me during the wreckage, a part of the mizzenmast broke and stroked his leg and crotch, breaking his leg's bone. His balls inflamed and ached a lot during a week; he had to eat some of those seeds I showed you to calm his pain. When everything was over and we made love for the first time, he spurted nothing. Apparently, the bump cut his semen veins, so he can enjoy as anyone else, even he recovers very quickly, but he is sterile for the rest of his life." "I'm very sorry because he is a very handsome man and still young enough to have many children." Jeremy did not want to continue that sad part of their lives, he felt very bad because he loved too much his father. She noted how Jeremy's eyes watered. "I'm sorry Jeremy that I brought the subject up." "It is not your fault, darling. With the time you'll learn how great he is!" She pressed her boy's hand and dragged him to her. Jeremy sighed. "Jeremy I love you both and I would like to be part of you and sharing your moments when you are... together." Jeremy stopped and stared at her blue bright marine eyes in disbelief. "Are... are you serious, Helen? Though, I don't think he will agree." "Absolutely! I want to be part of you both. We are alone in a lonely and lost island in the mid of the Ocean and who knows what will happen to us in the future; so I want to be and make you happy, both." Stunned, Jeremy argued: "But you are only a little girl; I'm sure he will reject that idea." "Why? You are a little boy too, very tall and very handsome for your age, that's true, but we are almost the same age. I don't pretend that he, he... fucks me..." She flushed deeply as she continued. That... that will only be reserved for you. Nevertheless, we can do many things together and enjoy our nights. Why not?" Jeremy kept silence for a moment with the girl's determination. Then he asked her: "Helen, do you have menstruation?" "Menstruation? What's that?" "Well, I... I should not have made that question; it is too personal and private." She stopped for a while and then stared intensely at the boy's large eyes. "Jeremy, we have made things together that I had never thought I would do, even that existed, and I am naked in front of you; therefore, I have no secret or privacy for you; it is only that I don't know what that means." They were approaching the cave. "Women bleed every month after they have matured the same as men spurt semen when they reach the puberty, but better we ask dad to explain it to you as a physician that he is." They grinned as he pressed her hand. Bernard came out of the cave when he heard the couple approaching. "Hey beautiful couple, I thought you might have been lost." Jeremy looked at his father and ran to him; he jabbed the man and started making ticklish to him. Helen joined both in a triple play. "We missed you every moment, dad. After lunch, Helen wants to make you some questions; I could partially answer them, but you know everything better than me." Bernard looked at his son and the boy blushed a little. "Better than I do." He rectified. The girl grinned. "Alright sons, let's go inside; I have prepared the lunch." They ate in silence, and when finished in the cave's freshness, Bernard asked: "Well, my daughter, your questions?" She doubted for a moment. "Dad, we have been talking about sex and there are many things that I ignore because nobody took care of telling me. Jeremy has talked about maturity in boys and girls, and especially about girls' menstruation, and I don't know much about it. When I left the school I was only seven and in the ship, there were only men; first my father and uncle and later the pirates..." Bernard caressed the girl's red hair as he watched the questions in her eyes: "Well, maturity means the moment that a boy and/or a girl can conceive or produce a baby. In the case of a boy it starts when he spurts semen thru his penis, in general when he is around 12 and a half y/o; the girls approximately one year in advance. There is not an exact rule. A boy notes it when he starts spurting semen after a nice dream, we call this wet dream; or when he masturbates himself. The girl, when she menstruates. Menstruation is the expulsion of blood thru the vagina, in general, every four weeks. Within a few months, suddenly you will watch blood coming out from your privates; it will last a few days. Don't panic, simply you have matured and it will continue once every month until you are around 45 y/o. Some times it is accompanied by a light pain in your abdomen, but nothing important." Helen with the curiosity on her lovely face asked: "Why is it produced?" "We are not absolutely sure. The rest of animals normally get ready to accept the male once or twice a year, however, the woman is ready every month, and the ovaries, that contain little eggs, have a lot to do. Apparently, the woman releases one every four weeks, if it doesn't meet any semen from the man, the body must spurt all its preparation until next month. This is the best theory currently accepted by the scientific community; of course, it is not shared by the religions." Jeremy and Helen got silence for a few moments." The girl then asked again. "Dad, do you mean that I can get a baby in my core in half-year time?" "It is likely, even before that time. You are almost 11 y/o; but healthy and very tall for your age. You have spent near four years in tropical areas and that might have affected your body's nature. However, it needs the cooperation of a male, so you would need, let's say, to receive semen from Jeremy." She grinned and pressed the boy's hand that blushed. She sighed "It would be beautiful to have a baby from Jeremy. Probably as marvellous as he is." Jeremy blushed deeply again and Bernard then argued: "Or a red-haired, like you and his lovely eyes. The mix can be within thousands of combinations, even to resemble one of your or his ancestors of the three previous generations. However, I have to warn you both, that your bodies might be sexually active and matured to conceive a baby, but you must grow a little more physically and mentally. I believe that the ideal age is as from 15 y/o for the girls, though I have seen girls of 11 y/o having a healthy baby, especially in tropical countries." Helen looked disappointed and asked: "Dad, what would happen if it takes place before that age?" "Most likely, nothing. Mother Nature is very wise but it is not advisable. You are still a child and you need to continue being it and enjoy your childhood and adolescence. You are in good physical shape and need to grow high and strong. You will have time enough to raise many children." Helen and Jeremy kept silence digesting Bernard's explanations, he continued: "This leads to something different, my dear couple. Due to strange circumstances, you haven't enjoyed your childhood like other children normally do, especially you, Helen; therefore, from now on and during the afternoon until the sunset, you can spend that time playing, climbing trees, swimming... in summary, doing what boys and girls of your age do. Since we have a lamp, we will have classes after dinner." They grinned and both sat near the man thinking about that idea. "See you later, dad," Jeremy kissed Bernard a quick peck on the cheek and Helen did the same. "Let's go to the beach Helen, I want to show you a few things." Hand in hand they walked thru the forest. They played and did what children in a free and wild environment would do, including, of course, the almost everyday sex play, but limited to sucks and rubs without any penetration; that had mutually agreed to leave for a special occasion or moment. She tanned well for such a light-skinned girl, though she maintained the dusting of freckles across the bridge of her lovely nose and on her cheeks. Her beautiful bright blue eyes could melt a stone with their radiant warmth, and it seems as though she did very often with Jeremy's heart. Those months together marked their lives in such a way, that they would never forget and would miss for a long time. It was difficult for them to forget the fact that they were alone and living in a free environment on a deserted island, with the only restrictions that they imposed themselves. Jeremy liked the island and their life there, however, when he was alone he thought how wonderful would have been to have Joe and some of their friends here, besides Helen. He missed the fights, and he smiled remembering the times he got his nose blue and his shirt torn due to a punch from another boy, and even from Joe. In this instance their friendship would stop, but not for a long time; sometimes it lasted a few hours till the following morning; but in general, they would seek each other company, and placing the arm around the shoulders they would forget the offences quickly, no matter what they had been. End of Part 2