Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2019 16:54:33 +0000 From: Al Peres Subject: The Island That Never Was Chapter 3 THE ISLAND THAT NEVER WAS ======================== by Al Peres PART 3 --------- Chapter 11 -------------- Some weeks passed by, and their birthdays arrived; Helen would be eleven on November 18th, and Jeremy twelve on 20th same month, so they agree a common day for 19th. After an early dinner before the sunset, they organised a little ceremony. After the mutual congratulations of one another, Helen explained. "I'll give Jeremy my present later on tonight." She approached her mouth to Bernard's ear and told him something. He smiled and made a little nod, but did not say anything. "What is it, dad?" He asked knowing that Helen would say nothing. "I'm sorry, son; she wants to keep it secret." He grinned as he announced to the girl. "And now here you are our present." Jeremy then took the lamp and went deep into the cave; he returned with a tiny coconut that secretly had polished carefully until it appeared as a little gasket. With a kiss on her cheek, he offered the object to the girl; she opened it keeping her breath. When she watched the strange pearl, her face went white and started trembling; and almost crying. "Please no, no! Jeremy, please, don't... don't give it to me; it is cursed!" She pleaded to the boy starting to sob. Father and son were perplexed, puzzled. Jeremy stood and took her into his strong arms and dragged the girl her to his chest rubbing her back. After a few minutes of sobbing, she calmed down and added: "I don't want a thing that has killed so many persons." "Killed many persons?" Jeremy asked with a great shock. Helen, still with sobs continued: "Yes, I saw how Captain Black killed with his own hands two of his men because they had tried to steal that pearl from his wooden chest; before, he had hanged another one. Later he showed it to me saying: "This is a precious and rare jewel worth like half of this ship; with it and the money that I have stored, I'll buy a frigate." Bernard and his son understood now the terror and panic caused to Helen by the pearl. The man stood and hugged very tight the scared eleven-year-old girl. When her sobs stopped, Bernard argued: "Helen, this pearl has nothing to do with the one you have mentioned. This has been extracted deep from the sea just a few weeks ago at your presence. Do you remember that big oyster that Jeremy took from the coral rocks the day we arrived with you? It contained this pearl and both agreed to keep it secret until today and give it to you as a present." She looked astonished and ashamed to Bernard and then to Jeremy; she hugged both, one after the other. "Sorry dad, I have behaved like a baby." She murmured ashamed. "No my daughter, it is a normal reaction about your sad experiences." "But... but this would cost a fortune!" "You are our greatest fortune, my little girl" Jeremy expressed with tender love. She put the gasket aside and kissed her boy on the lips a long and wet kiss that raised his dick hard. "Come in, I'll show you something." Jeremy lighted the lamp, took Helen's hand and walked deep into the cave dragging her. He removed a stone and extracted a large coconut full of pearls that reflected the lamplight like little stars. She wide opened her mouth in disbelief and stammering argued. "Jeremy, they are beautiful. Any person in our country with this coconut would be very, very rich!" "Yes, you are right, but here its value is nil. We keep them just in case we are rescued; even, in that case, we wouldn't be able to carry all with us. If they know it, after killing us would come here and destroy our paradise." She stared tenderly to the boy. Jeremy then went to the bottom of the cave and tried to excavate a deeper and wider hole with the axe's back, he thought they would get more pearls and needed to hide them. Suddenly the tool made a metal sound, he thought it was hard rock, but as he continued digging he found a small heavy bronze cannon from a ship. He immediately shouted: "Dad, Helen, please come here!" Alarmed they stood and ran to the bottom of the cave. Jeremy was digging hard and taking out the layer that covered the gun. "It is a ship cannon, dad; though small and made from bronze; I have never seen one like this; normally they are made from iron." Bernard examined carefully the heavy object. "You are right, son. It must be very old. Due to the temperature emerging from the volcano's core it has kept without any rust. It is strange to hide a cannon in this place... It doesn't make sense... Try to pull it out." They excavated more and extracted the object as Helen observed: "The mouth is blockaded and has a narrow crack on the back top; possibly it exploded due to excessive powder. In the pirate ship, I saw one made from iron with a similar problem." "Let's take it outside and check it better," Bernard suggested. They dragged the heavy gun outdoor under the canopy; the boy cleaned it with some dried herbs. Then with a stick, Jeremy tried to clean the mouth, removing the black paste made from loose lava. Once it was clear, the boy introduced his hand and felt something at the tip of his fingers. "I have touched something; Helen, please try with your arm, yours is thinner than mine." Excited the girl introduced her little arm and dragged out what seemed a large parcel. Bernard watched it carefully. The material looked as chamois leather wrapped with a hard bandage, most likely from a scroll. Bernard carefully broke the bandage and unfolded the parcel. "It seems very old and was oiled before placing it into the cannon; it is as old as the axe." Finally, he took everything out and found a large and beautiful blue sack made from velvet. He untied it and dropped part of the content on his hand. They opened wide their eyes in disbelief, astonished. Ten gold coins appeared firstly, and a lot of crystals of different colours afterwards; some dropped on the floor and Jeremy picked them up. "Dad, what is this?" The boy asked. Helen more used to see jewels, and taking one from Bernard's hand answered her boy. "These without colour are diamonds, the green ones are emeralds, and the red and blue, are topazes. I have seen them before in Captain Black's cabin; however this blue one... I can't in identify it. I don't know about the value, but..." Bernard interrupted her as he extracted the rest from the little bag. "The blue one is very rare and expensive, but it is a diamond; I saw one in a Jews' shop in London." The boy then intervened. "It is as great as your eyes, darling." Jeremy gave a peck on Helen's lips that sighed. "It is a real fortune, daughter; as much as all our pearls, especially the blue diamond and easier to hide." We'll keep them here buried. We'll throw the gun downhill so it disappears among the thick bushes." Bernard then examined carefully one of the coins. "They are Venetian ducats dated on 1374. How did they come here? We will never know, almost certainly they belonged to someone trading in spices. For any reason, his ship was dragged to this island as ours was, because it is far from the normal spice shipping routes." Jeremy had observed that some of the stones had a little hole; most likely they had formed part of a necklace. Then he took one of the biggest blue topazes, and with a fine thread from Helen things, he hanged from her white neck. She stared at her boy gently and thanked him with a sweet smile that melted the boy's heart. "It is more than enough with the strange pearl..." Jeremy looked at his father and then to his girl. "No, you are wrong. This matches perfectly with your eyes, but even all pearls and stones together are not enough to pay the happiness and luck that you have brought us." Jeremy kissed the girl with a genuine kiss of love, as only children of that age can do. "You deserve my presents more than ever. Let's go inside." She then looked into Bernard's eyes and sat on his lap, placing her arms around his neck. "Dad today is a special day and we must forget everything." She dragged and pushed Bernard on the soft bed near them and she started kissing him on the lips, she opened his mouth and their tongues mixed. He tenderly stopped her for a moment. "Helen, it is supposed that you should do this with Jeremy, not with me." She grinned. "That will come later; we have all night; now it is for you, my dearest dad." And she resumed her petting. Jeremy did not want to be left aside and he wrapped his dad's big cock with his left hand and started rubbing it up and down slowly and gently, at the same time as his right one massaged the man's big balls sack. He thought that would bring an orgasm only to his father and he wanted for the three together. "Helen, suck his cock, you have suggested it a few times; I'll do your little privates." The girl grinned and moved down, she kneeled near Bernard's crotch, placed his left hand around his balls sack and engulfed her new father's cock into her little mouth, but only the head; she couldn't go further. Jeremy lay on his back as a 69 position near his father, his head under his future wife's pussy offering his cock to Bernard that took it eagerly into his mouth to the hilt. Jeremy spread Helen's legs and started licking and sucking her vagina and clit, while he was caressing with his hands her little breasts. The three went into frenzy moves with gasps and loud moans. They stopped for a while to enjoy their union and calm a little bit down. Bernard was still breathing hard and his cock harder than ever before: "I knew I have the best family in the world, and this confirms it." The girl and boy grinned as they resumed their paused jobs. A few minutes later, the three moaned, one after the other, as they were hit with the most beautiful and enjoyable orgasms. The three collapsed in a heap breathing hard, boy and man together sandwiching the little girl that was facing his new father. "I adore you, dad; more than I loved my own father. I'm very lucky." Jeremy still hard went over his girl and kissed his father. "You are right Helen; I told you that you would care about him even more than to your own family, as I do." Bernard took both between his strong and haired arms and hugged them very tightly. Tears of joy dribbled along the man's cheeks. "Something inside my heart is telling me that we are going to stay for a very long time together and have a lot of affection to share. Thanks, my sons." They kissed a peck gain. The girl and boy, naked as they were, took the lamp as Jeremy then said: "Dad, we'll spend the night in the tent. This is our birthday's night." Bernard smiled at them. He watched how the children hand in hand started walking down to the beach. Bernard then shouted: "Have a good night. Jeremy, please, look after her and be tender as I have taught you." "We will, dad." They responded at unison as walked down into the forest. The full moon had just started to rise on the East and soon the milky light would illuminate the island paradise. **************** This day, November 19th was Sunday. In Europe, due to the different time, was morning. In England, Joe was preparing himself to sing in the cathedral, strange to Jeremy and Helen's happiness, since he believed his ever-best friend was dead. He knew it was their birthday, and before the service started, he kneeled in a corner of the large church and prayed for his friend's soul. Once more, he felt alone; he had missed his friend during these long months after his family departure to America. His mind was whirl thinking about his future. Jeremy and his brother Benjamin always had the right answer to raise his spirit, but none of them was near him. His intensely blue eyes blurred as he prayed to God to protect his family and especially his brother Benjamin and to look after Jeremy in the Heaven, where surely his friend was. He had Tim as a new friend; nevertheless, in spite of his efforts, he would never replace Jeremy. He was aware that November was a special month when almost all Christian Churches remembered the dead persons. That morning the cathedral was crowded, and from the place where he was, ready to sing, he scanned the public assisting to the service. He immediately spotted the Mullen's family. He appreciated those rich people, and especially his friend Tim and his twin sister Linda. Well... they were not really twins since she was eleven months younger than her brother. Nevertheless, due to the special resemblance between them, everybody called them twins, since they behave more like twins than as differently aged brothers. Joe had been introduced to the girl just a couple of weeks ago and he liked her, despite the fact that he had not spoken much with the blond girl. She was not as the rest of the girls that he had known, or as her elder sister Sheila, who always was bragging about her next-year wedding. Linda did not speak much about boys with her friends; she did it with her brother Tim. Deep in her heart, she loved that sad red-haired boy. She found him not pretty but handsome and strong, she had dreamed of being hugged and protected by his powerful arms. He was not a whim boy as his cousins or her friends were, she disliked them. She knew that Joe was nearly a slave of the Church, and instead of disgusting her for this fact she admired genuinely him because he was brave and fought against his fate. She was absolutely sure that, with the time, Joe would be a great man and she loved great men as she had studied in her books. The girl sighed as the beautiful voice of "her boy" rose into the cathedral as an angel. Her brother stared at her as if he could read in her mind, she blushed and Tim grinned; he had a high competence in his sister, he thought; but he did not mind. Joe did not know that Tim's father had exercised his influence with the Seminary's Dean to allow Joe to spend the rest of the Sunday with them and sleep over in their house where they lived in the outskirts of the large town, not far from their school. They had planned a birthday dinner with little presents that the boy and girl had bought with their savings. "Would he be happy?" The girl thought; she would do her best in order Joe could never forget his 12th birthday. When the service was over and people started leaving the large and tall building, the choirmaster approached the red-haired boy: "Joe, you are not returning to the Seminary with the rest of the boys. Mr Mullen and his family have invited you to spend the rest of this Sunday with them, so you don't need to return until tomorrow by 10:00 am, most likely you will come back with Timothy Mullen." Joe was to argue, but the priest raised his hand and continued: "No buts Joe; they are one of our best contributors and we must please them." "I... I don't have appropriated clothing..." "We have thought that problem." The priest said grinning, then turned and gave a large handbag to the boy. "Problem solved. Now go and change into these clothes, they are waiting for your outside; behave yourself..." Joe smiled for himself, though he looked otherwise. Joe met the Mullen as they were waiting for him to arrive, all of them sat down in the comfy carriage. Tim went to meet him. "Congratulation, Joe! Sorry, I did not tell you, but my sister insisted... she planned to happen in this way!" "Thanks, Tim. I did not expect this invitation." "I didn't say you anything, we wanted it to be a surprise... and watching your face I think we got our goal; didn't we?" Joe grinned to his new friend as he entered into the coach. Mr Mullen then added: "In the name of all my family, we wish you happy birthday! Joe!" The boy blushed, then kissed Mrs Mullen's hand and afterwards shook Sheila and Linda's, saying thanks to them. When he held Linda's smooth hand, a strange electric jolt went thru his spine that ended in his penis. The young girl could not retain a low sigh, only noticed by her brother as she flushed. The boy sat between the "twins"; in front were Mr And Mrs Mullen and Sheila. The horses started dragging the coach. "Thanks, Mrs Mullen for your undeserved invitation. I'm only a poor boy and..." Mr Mullen raised his hand interrupting the boy. "Nothing to thank about, Joe. Money doesn't make persons good and intelligent, though some might think the contrary." The man said this gazing at his elder daughter that ignored her father, but flushed. Tim and Linda could not be happier with their father's words for different reasons. Both secretly loved that red-haired boy. Tim could not explain himself why he felt the need to protect Joe and be his best friend, even he had dreamt about him making sex things together. He did not dare to ask about these intimate thoughts to his father. Was himself a queer as his cousin Charles was? He thought. He had taught him to masturbate, though his 12th birthday had been four months back before Joe's and he enjoyed it very much. He thought this would be a good opportunity to become closer to Joe. Linda had different thoughts. She had planned this sleepover to test "her boy"; she wanted to know everything about him, because of that, she had not invited any other girl to this little party; she did not want any competitor nearby, her brother was enough. She had started bleeding two months back and her breasts were hard and beautiful; though not very big. She wanted to impress the boy, yet she ignored that Joe did not need to be impressed because he liked the blond girl a lot. They arrived home and changed into casual clothes. Tim proposed to have a long walk the three together since he knew very well his elder sister would reject such an idea. They walked uphill on the grassy land for about half an hour. Joe seemed another person; his cheeks and lips were red as poppies as he was excited. At the top of the hill they sat down on an old trunk as Tim continued exploring; in fact, he had agreed this with his sister how to proceed. From there they could watch ships entering and going out from the bay. "You look happy, Joe." The red-haired boy grinned; he was not shy at all, though he was an educated boy and did not want to surpass the girl's confidence on him, he felt so good being near her... "Yes, I am. Watching this lovely landscape and accompanied by the most beautiful girl of the county forcedly I must be happy, I wouldn't be honest if I said I'm not." The girl did not expect such an answer from a church boy and she flushed, fortunately, the boy did not stare at her. She was very pleased as her heart bumped into her young chest; Joe then continued: "You have a beautiful name, Linda; do you know what it means in Spanish?" The boy did not wait for her reply. "It means "Preciosa" more than beautiful in English; so your parents were right baptising you with this name." She blushed again and thought things were getting out of hands and not as she had planned because she had started to like "her boy" beyond what she expected. She then tried to change the subject. "Thanks for your kind compliments, Joe." She paused. "What do you plan to be in the future, Joe?" The boy sighed and did not answer immediately. "Unfortunately I don't think I have many choices, though I would like to be different than a priest; however, I must comply with what my parents have decided and ordered, though it is not what I wanted." "You are a good son trying to please your parents. But really, what would you like to be?" She insisted. The boy thought for a moment, stared directly into Linda's lovely blue eyes. "Jeremy always used to say that I was especially gifted for trading. When we exchanged or played marble balls with other children, almost all times I won; he always was right; I think he knew me better than I did." "You miss him, don't you?" "To be honest... yes; especially today that he would be 12 y/o as I am." Joe sighed and after some seconds he continued. "But let's speak about different things." He sat down closer to the blond girl and Linda's shuddered when she felt Joe so close to her. She thought it would have been great if Joe had hugged and kissed her right there, but she knew he would not do it because that would have been considered a lack of respect to her parents. Deep in her heart, she wanted it. On the other hand, in spite of wanting it, she had not the guts to encourage the boy. She also was an educated girl and thought there will be more occasions in the future; now it was time to keep forms. They continued chatting about many subjects until Tim returned and they went back home. It was near teatime and the children did not want to upset their mother. After tea, Tim and Linda gave their presents to Joe, consisting of a multiple-use-knife and a gold little cross, respectively; he thanks to them. Afterwards, Mrs Mullen sat down on the large piano and played easy tunes that the children danced separately. It was a lovely sweet evening that Joe would never forget. After dinner, everybody went to bed since the following day was a school day. Tim shared his room with his new friend; it had a king-size bed. It had been their parents' room until some years ago that they moved to a new one. This room was separated from Linda's only by a thin wall since it used to be the children's room. Later when they grew, the Mullen made a great reform in the house, splitting the children in one room each. They introduced many innovations as bathrooms with two large copper tubs with draining to a nearby river. Iron stoves replaced also all bedrooms' fireplaces. In order to keep an eye on the children during the night without leaving their own room, the Mullen made a hole on the thin wall, so they could watch them. Later on, during the reform, nobody cared about the hole that was covered with wallpaper. An evil child as Linda was, discovered it and told nobody except her brother, so she used it to spy his brother's friends when they came to sleep over. Later she used that subtle information. That day was essential for her because she was directly interested in her hostess. She thought it would have been great to sleep together with the boys and enjoy their plays, but that was impossible. Tim and Joe entered their room and closed the door. The iron stove had been alighted some hours before and the room was really warm. In those times there were not pyjamas; normally the children would get naked and changed into a long nightshirt with sleeves that reached to their feet. Tim was excited thinking at this moment, so as soon as they closed the door got in the nude, but his dick was very hard. Joe was not shy at all and he grinned staring at his new friend, while Linda was watching all these scenes thru the hole. "It seems you have a boner, Tim." "Oh, yes," the boy answered, rubbing his dick. "I must jerk off every night, especially since I started spurting the white stuff." Joe got hard too, watching his friend. "Do you expel semen, Joe?" "Not yet, only the clear watery stuff." He explained touching his dickhead. "I like it because it makes my cock slippery when I jerk off; however, I must be very careful with the priests; you know very well what they do to us if we are caught." "Yes... they are fucking bastard... with you and us." Joe openly laughed. "You must be careful with your tongue; otherwise the priests will wash your mouth with soap." "Fuck off all of them! Also, my parents would, and especially the stupid of my sister Sheila. I want her to get married. What a great surprise is waiting for her!" The boys laughed again. "Why Tim? I suppose she knows everything about sex and is looking forward to that day." Tim frowned and then grinned slyly. "She rejects to talk about sex, even with my mother. She is the kind of person who believes she knows everything. George, her boyfriend, showed me his hard cock when he slept in this room during my birthday's party and it is really huge, Joe! It is almost eight inches long. Can you imagine her reaction on her wedding night? I wish I had the opportunity to watch her face at that moment!" They laughed loudly again. On the other side of the wall, Linda had to make a great effort to keep silent by wrapping her mouth with her hand to prevent they could hear her laugher. "Oh don't worry, Tim; she will survive." The boys were still naked and hard enjoying the moment. "Joe, let's compare our dicks. I'm five months older than you are and I think your cock is larger than mine." They stood and proceeded to measure their boy tools that were nearly the same. Both were excited as Tim added: "May I touch your dick, Joe?" "Of course, why not?" The red-haired boy affirmed excitedly. Tim wrapped with his hand the four and a half inches rod and started slowly moving his hand up and down. Joe gasped and was enthralled because he badly needed a release. "Tim... please... don't... don't stop now that..." Tim was getting what he had most wanted; and before Joe could realise, the blond boy kneeled on the thick carpet and took in his mouth his friend's hard cock, starting to suck it eagerly. Joe thought to reciprocate his friend as he had done many times to Jeremy, forming a sixty-nine on the carpet, but he did not want the semen in his mouth. Soon his body tensed and his hands went from Tim's head to his friend's shoulders as his own knees buckled. He groaned when he felt Tim's arm around his butt preventing him to fall on the carpeted floor as he reached his wonderful orgasm. When he opened the eyes he could watch Tim's clear watery semen forming a little poodle in his hand. "How was it, Joe?" The future priest grinned sheepishly. "Fantastic, thanks. I thought to pay you back, but I was too hot and I don't like your stuff in my mouth." "Oh! Don't worry. I enjoyed it very much sucking your cock because I wanted it from the moment I knew you. Besides, I have been sucked many times." They sat on the bed and put on the long nightshirt. The time invited to talk now that they were satisfied. Joe then asked: "Did you do it here with other boys?" "Oh no! It is your privilege, Joe. You are a special friend for me and for somebody else, I believe." He smiled knowing that Linda was listening. He paused waiting for Joe's comment, as he kept silence digesting his friend's words, Tim then continued. "We do it in the school, and in a similar room like this one with my queer cousin. We are a bunch of horny boys that make sex together, sometimes we organise little orgies; fucking and sucking one another. There are three boys that clearly are queers, but we don't mind; after all, they are good boys and we are experimenting with what we like most. We don't have girls there; therefore, what can we do in the long nights in the school?" Joe wide opened his intense blue eyes. "Do the priests know about these events?" "I wonder if they know this, but in any case, all boys are coming from old and rich families. The Church receives substantial amounts of money from them, so I suppose they would wink at it or pretend they don't know anything. We do it carefully and in a place where nobody would suspect... Sorry I can't tell you, I trust you but I don't want to betray my word and it is better you ignore it." "Oh, don't worry. I don't mind. Let's sleep; tomorrow will be a hard day." They went under the covers and some minutes later the boys were hard asleep. Linda was amazed, she replaced the hole as it was before as she reeled back all the events she had watched and heard. She could not stop her silent laugh about what she presumed with respect to Sheila. "Eight inches... my God!" She murmured for herself. She never imagined that Joe was so beautiful being naked and the nice grimace that he had when he near fell down... He had a very white body with strong muscles in his legs and pectorals. Strangely he had not any freckles on those parts covered by his clothes. How she would have enjoyed rubbing those parts... even his... dick!" She blushed and sighed deeply with these thoughts as instinctively started rubbing her crotch. "I'll ask Tim tomorrow." She whispered. That night she had strange and nice dreams with "her boy", as she had started to call him in her mind. **************** Chapter 12 -------------- Holding hands, Jeremy and Helen walked down to the beach petting from time to time; the boy's dick was near to explode and the girl grinned and sighed guessing the night that was waiting for them. They placed the lamp in the tent and laid their bodies on a soft palm tree bed that Jeremy had prepared. Both knew perfectly what they wanted and what would do. The sea was as a lake and the full moon was shining as melted silver on the quiet water; it invited to love. As soon as they were on the palm bed, Jeremy started kissing his girl; soon they were engulfed in a long wet kiss with their tongues touching inside their mouths. Jeremy tenderly broke the kiss and started nibbling her earlobes and neck; Helen squirmed in delight and her little body trembled with desire. The boy licked and sucked her little breasts one after the other as the girl placed her hands on top of the boy's head; he then scooted to her navel. She could watch his long and thick penis wet with precum and harder than ever before. When he was near her pussy, said: "Helen, please, put you on four feet." She looked at him amused with the play. They had bathed carefully with soap that day in the hot stream and were very clean. Jeremy contemplated those wonderful rounded white globes and massaged them with delight; then put them apart and tried to penetrate her on her butt with his tongue. She shivered when felt the boy's organ touching those nerve endings near the rosy pucker, though she was expecting something different. With gasps she asked: "Jeremy, that feels so wonderful... but isn't it gross?" The boy smirked. "I told you that I like all parts of your body." She smiled and gasped with pleasure. "Turn over darling and lay on your back." She did as told. Jeremy put his tongue between Helen's vagina lips and felt the salty flavour of her juices; then he sucked her red and excited clit. That was too much for her; she raised her hips in an attempt to get Jeremy's tongue into her pussy. She was breathing erratically. "Jeremy, I... I... I am very close." The boy moved to lye near her on his back and immediately she turned over on top of him glueing her lips to Jeremy's. She felt his hard dick just on her crotch. With her right hand, she guided it at that marvellous port of entry and pushed down her hips; that was what she most had wanted. Jeremy's cock smoothly entered her a few centimetres without any resistance until it found the hymen, the seal that all virgin girls have. They had agreed that procedure in order to give the girl the lead and control of her possible pain. She knew they were proportional, the first part of Jeremy's dick had entered her without any difficulty, producing her waves of pleasure. She then retrieved and pressed hard as felt a sharp pain in her vagina that brought her some tears that Jeremy could not see because of the semi-darkened environment. Jeremy was very close to orgasm, he was breathing hard and wanted to enter entirely her, but he loved his girl too much and decided she would do the job as she pleased. Helen was also very close and she doubted what to do. Then she decided to get an end with her pains and her virginity. She bravely pushed down her hips helped by Jeremy's hands that were kneading her butt's cheeks. Jeremy instinctively arched his hips, these two actions together led to break the rest of her virgin seal. Jeremy's cock went smoothly into his girl to the hilt. He heard a loud moan from Helen. Stammering and in a husky voice he asked: "Are... are you alright, darling?" She had stopped at the verge of her climax during a few seconds. But now the pain had disappeared and she was herself impaled in Jeremy hard meat. Jeremy felt that wonderful warm sensation around his hard cock and just at a couple moves from his climax. Between gasps she alleged: "Yes, my husband; it is all over." They continued their first real fuck and a few seconds later both screamed like hot wolves as they reached their best orgasms ever experienced. She fell down on top of the boy breathing very hard; their heartbeats at the same pace. Soon their breaths slowed down as he started tenderly lapping her tears. "I love you, my beautiful red-haired girl." She kissed him softly while her head was resting on her boy's shoulder. "I love you, too, Jeremy. Did you enjoy your first real fuck?" He looked at her surprised by her wording. "I'll wash your mouth with soap; it is supposed you are an educated girl that had spent years in private schools." They laughed." Yes, I have enjoyed a lot, but I think the best will be next." She grinned, felt his boy's hard dick into her and started grinding her hips as Jeremy groaned in pleasure." Let's trade positions, now is my turn to work out for your pleasure." She grinned and joined her lips with Jeremy's. She turned over so she was underneath; Jeremy licked and sucked her from her neck to the last toe. She pleaded: "Please Jeremy; put your little brother into me. Please! I'm very hot." She moaned. The boy still waited a couple of minutes caressing her body, until the girl was too hot and could not resist anymore. He then entered her in a single thrust and started fucking her trying to delay as much as possible their climaxes, but they were very young and besides had all night for them to enjoy. They exploded with such violence that Helen bit him on the shoulder like a vampire. He screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Exhausted he fell on his right side near her, however, his dick buried in the girl's pussy and their legs crossed as scissors. After ten minutes in quiet silence, he started caressing her and she returned with kisses. "I would like to bathe in the sea." "Why not? Nevertheless, you must be careful not to wet your beautiful red hair, you could catch a cold and be aware of sharks." Before he could say the last word she stood and jumped into the quiet and warm water. She felt some stings in her soared vagina but continued swimming under the moonlight with Jeremy close to her. After a while they came out; Jeremy wrapped her shoulders and went into the tent. They made love in all possible and imaginable positions until their young bodies were spent, then drifted to sleep. The sun was high on the eastern horizon when Bernard got up and went down to the forest; he thought would discuss later with his sons an important decision that they had to start preparing now. He guessed what the night might have been for the children at so early age, doing what in most of the so-called "civilised world" they would have done when they were full adults. There was not any doubt about how they enjoyed their sweet and young love. Why then retarding or postponing what they could take just now? Who could guaranty they would live long enough to reach adulthood? He thought it was a tremendous mistake to negate children doing what adults do and enjoy without any restriction. Thinking about this, he thought about their body needs; then he cut a ripe bunch of bananas and some other fruits and went to the tent. They were hard asleep as two angels, their noses near touching, and their arms wrapping each other with a happy grimace on their faces. "Yes, they are happy." He left the fruits in the tent, took the hatchet and went into the forest to cut a tree, the best wood for a mast. A couple of hours later, Jeremy woke up, rubbed his eyes and watched his beautiful girl near him, naked and peacefully sleeping. She was spread eagle with her left arm around her curly red-haired head, the other laying over her stomach. He watched her beautiful red lips and how they had kissed and fucked all night without end until they were exhausted. His dick went hard again; he rubbed it thinking to masturbate, but she was in the right position to start a new sex session. He straddled her, placed his dick on the lips of her little and rosy pussy and pushed slowly. She still was wet with their juices, so his cock went in smoothly without stopping until it was entirely buried into her lovely cave. Helen moaned as if she was dreaming and Jeremy started fucking her with low and long thrusts. Soon his lust overwhelmed him and accelerated the pace, his breathing increased and he heard the moans from his throat and from Helen. He could not resist anymore the need of kissing her red lips, bent over and placed his lips on hers. But she wasn't asleep at all; she was enjoying it as much as her boy-husband and joking with him; she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed him hard deep into his mouth. Their moans mixed and she arched her hips to receive the maximum of Jeremy's meat now available, enough for her because she felt the head right touching the top of hers. A loud groan came out of their throats when a few minutes later they reached the peak of their orgasms. Again they drifted to sleep embraced into each other arms; however, not for a long time. An hour later they woke up and found the fruits outside the tent. "Isn't it great, my red-haired queen?" No one could be a better father than he is. I love him very, very much." "Yes, you are right Jeremy. We are very lucky having him as our father; we must find him just now; it is enough sex for today." Jeremy looked at her with a sly smile. "Are you sure, my love?" "Well... almost sure." They laughed, stood, run and jumped into the clear water; they swam; dove a few times and refreshed came out. They laid their bodies on the white sand under the sun. Helen had now a lovely tan and she did not care much about burning. They ate fruits, and when were almost finishing, Bernard arrived. "How was your wedding night?" They blushed but immediately Jeremy jumped and wrapping his arms around his father neck kissed and hugged him. Helen did the same and all three went to the sand in a heap laughing. Jeremy looked into his loved dad's eyes and sighed. "You will never guess how much we love you, dad." He hugged his sons back. Jeremy looking at the pieces of wood that Bernard had brought, asked: "What are these long wood poles for, dad?". "Sit down, because now you are a little man and you a little woman, Helen; therefore I need to talk to you seriously about our future. I'm concerned about it, especially from the moment that Helen joined our family." He paused, the children were expectant and in silence; he then continued: "Now we are three, and if we don't take measures, soon we could be four, five... or I don't know." The children blushed, but in spite of being young, they had enough experience to understand the truth. "In a few weeks, the storm and rain seasons will start. Now the sea streams are bound south-west, but after the storms, they will change to north-east; that means that if we want to leave the island must be in that time." Jeremy then argued: "But dad, how could we leave? The boat is not yet ready, it would need some changes." "You are right, son. We have a year to get everything ready." Pointing to the long wood, he added: "These are the masts for the boat, one for replacement; with the tent, we will make the sail. We must cover almost all the boat as a cockpit, so we can store water and food for about thirty days. We must sail on high seas northeast directly to Cape Town, following the same course that our whaler ship was when the accident. I have checked the position of this island and it is near on the same latitude than Cape Town, about 35 degrees LS; however, the climate is entirely different." He paused as Jeremy asked. "Why dad? If we are at the same latitude we should have the same weather, nevertheless, we enjoy a tropical climate, except for the storm season." Helen looked at her boy with admiration; a few 12 y/o boys would have arrived at that conclusion. She thought. "You are correct, son, and right now I cannot answer your question. There are many opinions about this phenomenon; but the majority within the scientific world is that there must be strong streams under the seas that move warm or cold waters from one side to another of the Earth; notwithstanding, there is anything definitive. I know that the Crown is spending a lot of money investigating this subject." He paused and Helen then raised her hand. "Dad, how could we build a cockpit without nails?" "Good question. Patiently we must cut many small trees, dry them and join with ropes that we will make from palm fibre; then we will glue them together with rubber. I have discovered many rubber trees on this island. As you can see we have a lot of work to do if we want to leave this paradise." Jeremy slowly with sadness asked: "Dad, we have all that we might need in this paradise, why should we leave?" Bernard thought for a moment and then placed her arms around the two children. "Jeremy, Helen; fortunately you are still children, but soon you won't be. What I told you before was not a joke; a baby could appear at any time. You are a healthy couple and that's the most possible event that could happen. We must be realistic about this subject. Besides, eventually, other pirates could discover this island and our safety and lives would be at serious risk. We must return to our civilisation. It is not for me, but for you that I cared; I'm responsible for you." Helen then said with the determination that surprised Jeremy: "Yes, we will do. Dad is right; we cannot trust other Captain Black or cannibals." Then pressing her boy's hand she added: "Besides we'll have a year ahead to live here and enjoy this paradise." Jeremy blushed and grinned. "Alright, dad; you can prepare the plan and strictly we will follow it as a team. We will work hard." "It is nearly one year from the time the "Seagull" sank, so the currents must be the same. Jeremy, please, get an empty coconut with some little stones in it for stability, while Helen makes a little flag with a dry palm tree leaves." Half an hour later they, boarded the boat and rowed outside of the coral rock ring thru the passage that one year back save their lives. "Drop it here Jeremy." He did, and quickly they returned into the safe bay as the low tide started and many rocks appeared where before they could see only water. They returned to shore, and from the top of the black rock, with the spyglass, they watched the trail followed by the coconut; clearly, it went the northeast direction. After half an hour watching, the girl pointed out: "I can't see it, dad. It is out of sight." "That explains why we did not see much debris or rests of the ship, though most of them sank within the vessel." Chapter 13 -------------- One month later, 25th December, was Christmas. A day that Jeremy and his father would have liked to forget. The day that their ship was dragged to the deepness of the sea and Jeremy saved his father's life. They could not forget it! It was a storming night and day, a repetition of what they experienced a year ago. Sat down Indian style into the cave, with a kiss, they wished Merry Christmas, good luck and happiness for the coming year 1790. Though they murmured Merry Christmas it was not a happy day in their hearts; and then, as that day, and to Helen's surprise, Jeremy started singing that old Scottish song. The three came into a common and strong hug. Jeremy had to make a great effort to keep his tears back recalling those terrible instants. Suddenly the girl stood, took the lamp and went to the bottom of the cave where their treasures were buried. One minute later she appeared with a cane flute that she had secretly made. She started playing it as the sweet sound spread over the cave; Bernard and Jeremy were greatly surprised, then the boy started singing the song that Helen was playing. Without words, those moments raised their spirits and soon they forgot the sad anniversary. After a while, they stopped. "When did you make this flute and where did you learn to play it?" The boy asked. Helen grinned. "I made it two weeks ago. I placed it in the bottom of the cave in order the cane dried out; it is warmer and drier there. I learnt to play in the school at Zurich; also I used to play a similar one in the pirate ship with an old and good man, the cook. He died two years ago in a fight. Did you like it?" The girl asked. "You surprise us every day with news abilities." "And what about the nightingale we have here?" Helen then ticklish her boy and added: "And you want to change that beautiful voice, my rascal boy?" They laughed and continued celebrating that magical Christmas day. They were young and determined to rebuild their lives in their country. Soon the team started to work; however, they did not know that some events would change their plans. They continued working and loving. The children playing, working, studying and making what a girl and boy of their age in love would do; most of the times on their own in the beauty of that paradise; rarely with their dad participating. After six months from their decision, the first surprise arose. Helen was sucking her boy's cock in one of those sex sessions where the three were engaged. Jeremy felt that his orgasm exploded in a different way, stronger than ever before. When he was recovering from that great moment, watched Helen with a smile on her mischievous face; she then bent and kissed him introducing her tongue in the boy's mouth. "What have you done with your dick; didn't you wash it?" "Why? I have felt a very strong orgasm better than any time before." Bernard grinned and hugged his son. He understood; his child was now becoming a man. In such a way he regretted it, but deep in his heart, he felt very proud and happy. After all, it was Mother Nature's decision. "Don't worry Jeremy, you are now a man." "A man? What do you mean dad? Did I produce semen?" "Yes, that funny taste is semen. Come on, start masturbating yourself, you will see it." Helen then added. "I'll do myself." She went on top of her boy and their mouths glued in a wet kiss; at the same time she wrapped her hand around the engorged dick and started rubbing it up and down slowly. She increased the pace as Jeremy did his breath. After a few minutes, Jeremy moaned arching his hips; his body tensed and he stopped breathing; then, as he groaned, he shot a few drops of whitish-clear seed; the first shot landed over his crotch that still was void of any pubes. The children were amused; Jeremy took some of it with the tip of his forefinger and put it on his tongue. He savoured the strange flavour. "It doesn't taste bad." They laughed all together. "It won't be long before Helen has her first menstruation. Her breasts have almost doubled in size; not like your cock that will continue increasing in size and girth steadily until you are around your sixteen birthday. Now, to prevent any early Helen's pregnancy you must be very careful when you have intercourse with her." "That's a nuisance, dad. What can we do to prevent it?" Bernard did not want to answer that question, but he thought it would be better to say the truth right from the beginning. "There are some plants on this island that can prevent it; however, Helen is too young to start such prevention, we could hurt her..." Jeremy interrupted his father. "No, dad. I'll do whatever is necessary, she must be absolutely safe." Helen stared at his boy with affection and passion. "In that case, you must be prepared to do the "rabbit jump" or not to have intercourse with her." The children looked to each other puzzled with the funny name, and Bernard explained how it worked: "Don't be so surprised; there are many persons who practice it every day with success. It consists of withdrawing your penis from the woman just seconds before you shoot your sperm or semen into her, thus avoiding the pregnancy; very simple." Jeremy thought for a moment. "Yes, I think I can do it. I don't want the other solution." What do you think, Helen?" "It is a nuisance, as you say, but..." The three laughed loudly. Then Bernard added: "There is another option, it is to interrupt pregnancy by abortion; but that is very traumatic for the woman, besides dangerous." Jeremy and Helen were absorbed in their thoughts as Bernard continued: "Come on! Let's go to the brook." They walked up and once in there he pointed out to an apparent herb similar to parsley. "I don't exactly remember its name, but this is the plant, or better, the fern that can provoke an abortion." He walked some more steps and signalled to a large bush similar to tea. "This is to prevent pregnancy; in reality, it is used to regulate women's menstruation or miscarriages." Helen then asked: "When should a woman use those plants?" "In the first instance, the woman must take the fern, like a cup of tea after missing her menstruation, or within the following nine weeks; the bleeding then will appear immediately as normal menstruation. Perhaps a little bit more abundant and maybe with some disturbances in the abdomen; that's all. That is in the case the woman feels she is pregnant, but always within the time limit that I have explained." "Does it hurt, dad?" Helen asked." "As far as we know, the woman feels nothing different from normal menstruation, though some times it is accompanied by some pains, not very hard, but pain after all; however, from the medical point of view, it is not recommended because it isn't a natural act. We are stopping something that otherwise would be a human being." "I haven't ever heard about it." "Of course, you are a child and this is a problem of adults. Physically it might not represent any problem, however, it is absolutely prohibited by the Church, so physicians prescribe it only to very close persons and not publicly. It is strictly forbidden its use." "I don't understand that. If it is not bad for the health, why do they prohibit it?" "It is a problem of moral and the influence of the Jews. You shouldn't forget that a Jew introduced the Christian religion, Jesus. That was of common use in ancient Rome and Greece." Helen took a few herbs and they started walking back to the beach. She then asked: "What do you suggest, dad?" "Apparently, you have some months ahead before you start menstruating, therefore I would suggest you continue your normal sex life until the first menstruation shows up; then Jeremy must adopt the rabbit's procedure." They smiled and kept silence for a moment, and then Jeremy asked: "Dad, what about if menstruation doesn't appear because my semen is already there inside her?" "That's a key question. Well, in that case, there are two options: a): at the first symptoms, such as missing the normal bleeding and nausea, she ought to take the fern immediately or use surgery to remove it. And b): do nothing, until the baby comes out nine months later. You should always think about the option of preventing the pregnancy and not to rely on the herbs or surgery." Then Helen asked: "What about the other herb that is like tea?" "That's to prevent pregnancy by taking a cup of an infusion made with a half teaspoon of it previously boiled. But it must be drunk every day during the following three weeks after finishing menstruation. That's very efficient; the problem lays that you cannot forget to drink it daily." They changed the subject since that was coming too serious. "Dad, when will my voice change? You say that my body looks like a teenager's but my voice is still pitched like a little boy's." "Please son, be patient! You must realise that still, you are a child in spite of your body's size. Your voice will change when Mother Nature determines it. Probably the natural life that we are living here, eating fruits and raw fish most of the time has a lot to do on retarding it. You both are well proportioned and your bodies reflect the natural life. Any girl of Helen's age in our world would have already been menstruating; she is still a child but more beautiful and better formed than most of the girls of her age." Helen grinned and looked at Jeremy naughtily. "Well, dad... no so child." Helen alleged slyly. "I have done what most of the girls never do until they double my age. Jeremy's voice reminds me of Jackie." "Jackie? Who's Jackie?" Jeremy asked intrigued. Helen smirked, more for herself. "Didn't I mention him to you?" She grinned as she continued. "He was a very special girl in a boy's body. He was brown skinned, but not that type with a prominent mouth and thick lips. He had a rounded-girlish face, and his skin was smoother than mine, near dark brown, not black, and with abundant beautiful lank thick black hair. He liked combed naturally to his shoulders. He was my father's slave since he was five y/o. My father found him alone crying near the jungle and could not find his mom, so he adopted him as a servant. He was three or four months older than I was, but he was my best friend. He worked as the cook's assistant and that was his task when Captain Black captured our yacht. She or he, as you prefer, was sold together with the ship." Bernard a little bit surprised declared. "I thought you were in a liner vessel when you were captured." She got sad for a few moments. "Sorry I didn't mention it to you." She paused for a while. "When I finished school in Switzerland my dad and uncle took me on a business trip to Australia in our own ship. It was a beautiful yacht with the most advanced technologies to raise and bring down sails, it wasn't necessary to climb the mast; everything could be done from the deck with a machine handled by one or two persons, so you did not need a large crew. My dad and Uncle managed the boat. Also, the rudder could be operated from the cockpit in case of bad weather or during the night. She had nothing to do with current ships. The deck was very low and she had a deep and heavy keel; that gave her great speed and stability whenever was well manoeuvred by an expert seaman. Dad used to say that he had designed his ship to be unsinkable." "I know those tools, but only valid for small ships, you could not move large ship's sails with that type of mechanisms; they weights too much." Jeremy then interrupted. "You sometimes refer to him as she of him. Can you clarify this?" "It is simple. He was physically a boy but he felt like a girl as far as I can remember. Since he came home, he enjoyed wearing my dresses; he preferred toys for girls rather than for boys. In summary, he was a girl and I treated him like this, so we spent hours talking about boys or men like any girl would do. When we arrived in Cape Town, my dad asked him what he wanted as a present for his birthday; he blushed but bravely asked whether he could get a girl dress. My dad laughed but we went into a shop in the fort and he came out dressed as a girl. It was a lovely white dress with a red ribbon around the waist. We walked along the streets holding hands. I had never watched a happier person since then. Many boys turned around their heads when we walked because Jackie had large black eyes and long even blacker straight soft hair. Once, Mammy, our cook, told a strong word to him in their native language. He told me: "She argued I am a queer, but I don't mind; I like being a girl, and that's what I am." "But he was a boy!" Jeremy pointed out. Bernard then intervened. "Jeremy, you should remember your friend John Smith." Jeremy then blushed when he recalled their times at the top of the foremast. "Who's John Smith? You did not mention him to me either." Jeremy looked puzzled because he had been caught in a trap. "Well, he... he was a cabin boy that liked boys and men instead of girls." Bernard looked at him encouraging telling her the whole truth. "Well, he... he told me he had a crutch on me... that he loved me." "Was he a good boy, Jeremy?" The girl asked. "Yes, the best friend I could ever have in a whaler ship; unfortunately he died in the wreckage. He deserved my friendship. Dad can tell you about him, he knew him very well." "I'm sure he was as Jackie. Not all persons are like Captain Black." She extended her hand and gripped Jeremy's. "You are the one I love for the rest of my life, and now I have only one dad." She went to Bernard, put her arms around his waist and hugged him. "I love you dad and I wouldn't change you for any other father." Bernard smiled at her and caressed her hair. "Thanks, daughter," Bernard sighed. They continued with the daily routine, enjoying that paradise and the freedom that it provided. The children grew, learnt and loved. In spite of that beautiful island, the man was anxious to leave it and return to civilization. He watched how his son and daughter were growing fast; soon they would not be children anymore. Very seldom he had sexual contacts with them, except in special moments when they requested him. He missed a real woman to fuck hard, though he had discarded to get married. One year went by, and the children's birthday arrived; it was 19th November 1790; now Jeremy was 13 y/o, a teenager; a beautiful being. His voice still was a little bit pitched but more like a light tenor, and well modulated. He had strong pectorals and long hard legs; however his body was devoid of any hair, except on his head, and a little peach fuzz on his crotch. His hair was light brown, almost blond due to the sun exposure; the same as Bernard's that made that lovely contrast with his large blue eyes. His father looked at him with pride. Some weeks before the children's birthday, they were walking thru the jungle hands entwined watching the trees and taking note of new plants they found; Jeremy was mad about anything connected with medicine and anxious to learn. As they walked, Helen felt the need to pee, so while the boy was watching a new specimen she went to the base of a tall tree and squatting did her needs. When she stood, placed her hand on a tree near her and felt something viscous on her palm; she then watched how a trail of that substance came from a few yards up the tree where thousands of bees had formed a large honeycomb, part of honey had descended to a cavity in the trunk. She introduced her hand and it came impregnated with the sweet honey. She and Jeremy loved honey, so she quickly thought and called her boy. "Jeremy, please, come here, I have found something interesting for your collection." The boy did not doubt a second and came. "What is it, devil?" She smirked and as he was close to her, she introduced her hands in the little pool and before the boy could realise, she impregnated his smooth chest, abdomen and penis with the sweet substance. He touched it and tasted. He grinned. "Now you have to clean me, but be aware we are far away from any brook." She grinned and started lapping the boy looking forward to the moment she arrived at the boy's cock. Jeremy understood her trick, so he did the same to her, covering her beautiful tits, navel and pussy. They laughed happily. "We better lie down on the palm leaves and suck each other." "You are right. Let's go on a 69 position. They licked each other until reached the critical parts of their young bodies." That was really fun and after some time, both were excited and hot; Helen recovered her normal position on top of her young husband, took his dick and guided it into her. They made the most beautiful love they could remember. Jeremy felt the point of no return and took out his dick; some seconds later he expelled his little load outside of the girl's vagina. It was a test but was the worst part, nevertheless, he felt very happy that he could do it fulfilling the promise he had done avoiding an unwanted pregnancy in their future. At 12 y/o Helen was a young and tall girl; she could be confused with a woman. Her breasts were hard and turgid and her hair even redder, like fire. Her marine blue eyes hypnotised Jeremy and melted his heart. Bernard thought for a moment how much she had changed. Captain Black would not recognize her and would regret to have freed the girl. They celebrated their birthday with a splendid dinner but with no presents; their affection was enough; however, Helen played the flute and Jeremy sang. After dinner, Jeremy and Helen took the lamp and walked down to the tent; they spent the night making love and enjoying being together and young as if there was not a tomorrow. On the contrary of the previous year, they woke up at the normal time, and after kissing, they resumed their lovemaking until they were spent; an hour later they went back to the cave. **************** In England Joe felt even lonelier than ever before when he realised was thirteen. Like Jeremy, he had changed a lot; and as that day was Saturday, he spent it without any change in his daily life. Still, he scanned over the public in the cathedral to see if the Mullen family was there. Tim was busy with the preparations to go to Cambridge's College. From time to time Joe exchange a gaze with the beautiful 12 y/o Linda as his heart melted. He still sang in the choir, but he did not perform·"solos"; he had thanked his boss for removing from him that task since he had many things to do. He had received two good messages. The previous Sunday, after finishing the service, an altar boy approached him and delivered a little yellow envelope; he kept it in his chest and opened it when he was in the privacy of his dorm. It was a little good colour drawing showing a clock; in the centre of the sphere there was a tiny red heart and in the bottom the following legend: "Tempus fujit". I'll wait for you." Joe grinned and sighed. He liked that blond girl with all his heart. Was that love? He asked himself many times; however, he had not much time to think about it. The second message was from the Dean of the school. He told Joe he had been chosen to continue his studies in Oxford as from next September. He felt proud and his mind went to remember Jeremy and his American family. He thought his friend would have been very happy with this news. **************** Chapter 14 -------------- Jeremy thought they had been unfair with their father. Bernard received them with a great smile. "How was your second wedding night, sons?" Jeremy looked to his father tenderly, his eyes blurred with guiltiness; he did not know why, but he felt ashamed. He was to answer his father when Helen exclaimed: "Jeremy, dad, I'm bleeding!!!" They looked at her and watched how a fine line of blood was trickling on her tanned left thigh. Jeremy immediately forgot his father words and felt scared; however, Bernard hugged tenderly the young girl and kissed her hair rubbing her back. "Have you forgotten what I told you? You are now a woman, daughter. The same as when Jeremy spurted his semen." The girl knew that, but she felt a little bit scared. Bernard calmed her down. "Sorry dad, I behave like a baby." Jeremy hugged his girl tenderly, too. She separated from them and entered the cave. She was not that baby; she knew that one of those days would happen and she was prepared. She cleaned herself a little into the cave, took a bundle of clothes and the knife. She smiled at them: "I am going to the hot spring to have a bath; I'll be back in a couple of hours." Jeremy tried to accompany her as he always did, but she approached him and whispered something into his ear. He reluctantly left her going downhill. Bernard placed a hand on the boy's shoulder: "Jeremy, my son, that's something personal and private. Women are very jealous of their intimacy; we have nothing to do, but to leave them free. She is well and that's absolutely normal, what is not normal is the fact that she had prepared herself before it happens, as when a woman is expecting a baby. That proves what a great woman she will be." Jeremy hugged his father and they entered the cave. Jeremy recalled his regrets and his girl's words: "Wait for me in the cave and do it with dad, I'll be with you when menstruation is over." Now he understood why he felt ashamed, he had left aside his dear father in the anniversary, and he, as usual, had asked for nothing. He looked into his dad's blue eyes; he was a truly handsome man, strong and powerful, though he had delicate hands in spite of the hard work that they did. Yet his father was taller than he was; Jeremy put his arms around his father neck and kissed him on the lips. Tenderly pushed him on the bed and started caressing him, sucking his hairy nipples and rubbing his large cock. Soon they were engaged in a demonstration of their union; their lips glued and their tongues swirled inside their mouths mixing their saliva. Bernard was rubbing his son's back and his silky hair. Jeremy then turned around and in seconds they were in a 69 position. Jeremy took half of his father's cock into his mouth that proved how much he had grown. On the contrary, Bernard could not take his son's total package as he used to do in the ship; nevertheless, they did their best to please each other. They sucked and caressed one another until that beautiful feeling came to them. They moaned in pleasure as Jeremy started spurting his small load into his father's mouth. Bernard swallowed near all of it, leaving a small portion on his tongue. When they recovered their breath, Jeremy turned onto his original position and kissed Bernard; he opened his mouth and Jeremy enjoyed the flavour of his own sperm. This time he liked it. He slid into his side and cuddled into his father arms. He started rubbing his dad's chest hair as he used to do in the ship. "Dad, I suppose that from now on I ought to be very careful with Helen; but it is difficult, isn't it?" Bernard smiled. "Well Jeremy, it is a question of habit, as you say... You must do your best to control the emission of your seeds. I would like not to use those herbs. We never know, each person is different and we cannot guarantee it one hundred per cent; please son, be very careful. It would be a great mistake to have a baby here. The boat is not yet ready, though I think in a couple of months we could sail off." He paused and sighed as he continued. "Though I would like to stay in this paradise but..." "I'll do, dad; don't worry." After a few minutes of Jeremy caressing his father's chest, the boy's cock was hard again and started moving up and down fucking Bernard's crotch. He too was excited. Jeremy legs stretched and took his father's cock between them; Bernard shoved up and down until they again reached that beautiful climax that pleased and comforted them. Jeremy had been almost the entire night fucking Helen and his body requested some rest. A couple of minutes later Bernard felt his son was hard asleep. He cuddled him into his arms and he, too, got asleep. He was not so tired; therefore, after an hour nap he woke up, and with care left the bed. He kissed his son and approached the little pond and cleaned himself from his son's juices and semen left on his crotch. He went out and started preparing food for lunch; then Helen arrived. She was beautiful and now wearing her shorts, well not hers, because she had grown a lot during the past year and could not fit in. She managed to wear Jeremy's, but could not, so she had taken Bernard's that were more comfortable and baggy. Bernard advanced and met her, hugging gently the girl. "Jeremy is sleeping; you better join him on the bed and have a rest. You need it, and now more than ever. Helen hugged back her father. "Yes, dad. I am tired." She entered the cave and a few minutes later Bernard could see both were in a peaceful sleep. Some days went by, the girl recovered and she looked even more beautiful than ever before. It was April; the end of the 1791 summer in the South; soon the storms would appear. Helen had prepared some coconut biscuits the previous night and got up to set up the fire; as usually she had a look to the horizon and she fixed her young sight in a far point on the east, still the sun had not shown its golden rays. "God, it seems a sail!" She entered into the cave and took the spyglass; Jeremy watched her, he was still nearly asleep after a night full of sex before her menstruation. "What's going on, darling?" "I think it is a ship, I'll confirm it right now." Bernard also woke up. She went outside and focused on the far sail. "Yes it is, but it is strange, seems she has three masts, but one disappears from time to time." "Let me have a look." Jeremy took the spyglass and Bernard joined them. "Sure it is a ship, but I can't see any flag. She has her bow directly to this island." "If she has not any flag, and her bow points to us, sure she is Captain Black's corvette. But, what's about the other mast?" Bernard took the lens and with more experience, he focused the tube to the point on the horizon. "They are two ships, the corvette and another one on tow, something like a yacht or a fishing boat." He gave back the lens to Helen. "In any case, they won't be here until mid- morning. Now, you know perfectly the instructions to follow that we have worked out, so let's have a good breakfast and proceed as for an emergency situation. We need to know their plans. Helen, did you drop your bird-blood stained dress near the bay?" "Yes, I did dad. Now it is dry, I'm sure that will confuse them as to believe I'm dead if they cannot find me." "Alright, for the rest you know what to do." They had an abundant breakfast with fruits, smoked tuna and fresh oysters. Then Helen and Jeremy painted their bodies with ash mixed with oil, so they could be confused in the jungle. After an hour they could clearly see what Bernard had guessed; however, when the ships were closer the island Helen took the spyglass and watched carefully the vessels, then a scream came out her throat. "Oh my God! She is my father's boat!" Bernard took the spyglass and focused on the smaller ship; clearly, she had no weapons, so she had been captured. It seemed a beautiful and fast boat according to her rigging and tall mast. "Are you sure, Helen? It must be a very fast vessel; she has a very tall mast for her size. I wonder how they could capture her unless the crew members were not good seamen or had been surprised during the night." "I can't mistake her, dad; I have lived in it for more than two years." Then Jeremy enthusiastically nearly shouted. "Dad, we could rescue her during the night. We can swim and leave before they could do anything." "Jeremy, I don't want to disappoint you, but they are not as silly as you think. First, they have cannons and could sink us before we could move; in the case we succeeded, we would need water and food to fly away, because surely they would follow us. We wouldn't have many chances to get that vessel; nevertheless, we'll see and study a plan. I'm sure they will be here for a few days, probably to repair some small damages. Let's know what their plans are and what chances we have." Disguised as red-skins at war, Jeremy and Helen sneaked thru the jungle to spy the pirates; they remained quiet, hidden and watching their activities; they seemed as not concerned at all and they could watch how they started dismantling the rudder; then Captain Black ordered to one of his men: "You, go and fetch the girl, if necessary, cross the island but don't come with empty hands." Then he added. "Be careful, if she tells me you have touched her, I will hang you from the bowsprit until the shacks eat your dirty legs." The children did not hear the man's low answer, but surely he got white; they smiled. It was well after midday when both returned to inform Bernard of their finding. "Dad, we think they have problems with the rudder, they have started dismantling it, and Captain Black sent a man to fetch Helen." They related Bernard what they had heard, observed as the man grinned. "That means they have work for a few days. Did you see whether they are using a forge?" Helen immediately answered the question. "Yes, dad; a man, probably a smith, was putting fire and using a hammer and other tools." "They are doing a main repair to the rudder or making a new one. Perhaps we could have a chance after a couple of days when they are tired and engulfed at their work; then they will not worry about anything. Sometimes the sailors drink too much and are neglected. We could swim and pull the yacht away from the bay during the night; at dawn, there is always wind enough to sail off. The problem is water and food. I would appreciate you to think about an idea." Then the boy suggested: "Dad I think we have a solution for the water and food." Bernard and Helen paid attention to what Jeremy had in mind as he continued. "We have enough food stored and empty coconuts. If we decide to get the ship, we could load the little boat with all what we may need, then anchor it outside the rock reef where we could pick it up; tow it to the yacht and later we could transfer everything to the ship, so we don't need to stop the sailing." "It is not a bad idea and feasible to carry it out if we can get the ship out of the bay... Let's wait and see. Now you will continue watching them, in case anything happened that could help us, don't hesitate and come immediately here. Above all, please children, be extremely careful; do nothing that can distract you from your watch." "Yes, dad." They answered at unison. It was just afternoon when they started walking down; the two ships had anchored into the quiet bay; Bernard fixed his sight to the horizon and he thought he saw a sail but could not be sure. "Wait, children, please wait." "What's up dad?" "Look at to that point, it seems a sail on the horizon, or is it my vision that has started failing me?" Helen put her palm over her forehead. "It is a sail, dad. Your sight is perfect." She grinned and went into the cave, took the spyglass and handed it to Bernard; he focused to the point and confirmed. "It is a sail; still is very far and I can't identify it. If we could call her attention... but it is too far. Let's wait." Nervously and excited they sat on a rock facing the sea from where they could watch both sides of the island without being discovered. The sunset was approaching and now clearly the ship could be seen without the help of the spyglass. Jeremy took again the tube and focused the vessel. "Dad, it is an English warship! Almost certainly she is a frigate; too big to be a corvette." They traded the spyglass. "Probably they have come for water supply or just by accident. I am sure they ignore the existence of the pirates on the island, otherwise, the cannons would be uncovered and ready to shoot." They could not contain the emotions; suddenly they hugged with tears on their eyes. "Let's not to be taken up by emotions; we must try to warn the vessel about the pirates." "It is a pity that we don't have the boat ready," Jeremy said. "The pirates probably have detected the presence of the frigate, too; the man that went to search for you, Helen, must have alerted Captain Black; and since she is without rudder they can't fly away. The most probable is that they try to keep silence in order not to be discovered by the warship, even try to carry out a night attack and hold the warship. If I was Captain Black I would do it." They paused for a moment holding their breath as if the pirates could hear them. "Now Jeremy, you go and watch the reaction from the pirates. Please, son, be very, very careful. Helen, you will watch the warship. I'm going to get ready to swim to them if they do not anchor very far. The sea is quiet before the reef, and therefore I can swim without being detected. If something happened to me, Jeremy you must put on the safety belt, and during the night, take Helen with you to the warship. As soon as it is dark I'll start swimming, I expect to be back here in about three hours. You can hide yourselves near the black rock; if I am not back in that time you must start swimming to the ship. In any case; we must alert them, even if we risk our lives." "Alright, dad." They answered at unison. Helen then added, near weeping: "Please dad, we want you safe with us." The three joined in a common hug to calm down their excitement. "Let's put to work. The ship is approaching near the reef; I suppose they will anchor in there, as close as possible to the island. I'll be near the black rock; if you get anything important information that I must know, come to me before I start swimming." The three went to their tasks. From his nest on the high tree, Jeremy was watching and hearing the sailors. As Bernard had foreseen, they were talking loud and cursing, because had been caught in such circumstances. Suddenly Captain Black came and called for silence saying: "You stupid bastards! Shut up your rotten mouths, they could hear us if they come for water, though I believe they have left that task for tomorrow." A dead silence fell on the men, though they thought no one could hear them. Capitan Black then continued: "The frigate doesn't know we are here, otherwise she would be now at the entrance of the bay shooting her fucking cannons against us. If we keep our fucking mouths shut, they will not detect us, and what seemed bad luck could be a blessing." He paused as he rubbed his chin concentrating on his thoughts. "I want that frigate!" He shouted. "I have been saving money to buy one, but now she comes directly to my hands and free of charge." He paused again as some men smiled. "Tonight, after the second guard, we will row in silence with the boats to the warship, and before they can realise we will hold her between our arms, like a port's whore. There is not any moon; this will help us. If we do things carefully nobody should die. I promise you that if we get our goal, the cost of the corvette will be distributed amongst all of you." All sheered the Captain's words; he continued: "In spite what I told you before, they are too far to hear us, but better we start keeping silent while we prepare the operation. All of you, my men, will come with me, except the boy and the cook." More shouts were heard. Jeremy did not need to hear anything more. Like a snake, he slipped away thru the jungle and just before Bernard started swimming he came with the news. He could not speak because the boy was breathless with the effort of crossing the island running. After a minute recovering his breath, he explained his father the pirates' plans. His father gave him the best of his smiles. "Well done son. Now go to the cave and protect Helen, after all, she is only a child." He kissed his son. Jeremy with tears hugged his father. "Please dad, be careful. We need you." "I'll do. Ah! Put on my shorts tonight, Helen can wear yours." Jeremy smiled. "May I remind you that you are naked? Besides, Helen cannot fit into my shorts..." Bernard smiled back and jumped into the water. With firm strokes and without hurry he started swimming. He passed the coral rock reef thru their narrow gate that they knew so well; still, the vessel was far, but he knew the life of his family and the frigate's crew was at the stake. Tired he reached the hidden side of the ship; she was in silence, and Bernard could hear only a quiet murmur. A young sentinel was guarding the starboard and he called his attention. The young man could not be more surprised. Instead of authorising him to climb he called the officer on guard. "Sir, a man, apparently naked and swimming wants to climb into the vessel." The officer immediately ordered him to bring a blanket. He guessed the truth. "Please, climb in." He launched a rope ladder to Bernard that with agility grasped and climbed on to the large ship deck. "Please, help me, I'm tired; I have come swimming from the island. Don't make much fuss, maybe you are being watched and most likely in danger." The officer did as said, he looked at the naked man, covered him with the blanket and he introduced himself. "I'm John Collins, the second officer of this ship. Who are you?" "Please call the Captain. I'm Doctor Bernard Northfield, third officer and physician of the wreckage "Seagull" more than two years ago." "Please stay here and dry yourself while I call the Captain." He disappeared and one minute later the Captain appeared. He was an old man about his father's age. Gladly he almost shouted: "Bernard, my child! What great news for my sister!" They hugged very tight with tears on the eyes. "Your parents believe you are dead, the only news they had was the official communication of you adopting your son." "Uncle Jeff, what are you doing in these seas?" You're the last person I thought I would find here." "Collins, please, order some hot tea for my nephew and for me, and bring some clothes for him to wear." Then a middle-aged man approached. "Mr Thorn, this is my nephew Doctor Bernard Northfield, physician and third officer of the wreckage "Seagull". Bernard this is Thomas Thorn, my first officer and within a few months, the Captain of this ship." They shook hands. "We heard there were no survivors from the whaler." "As far as I know, my son Jeremy and I are the only ones. Uncle Jeff, let's leave formalities for a later time if you don't mind. There is no time to lose; my children are in danger and this vessel and its crew, too." "She was in danger; not now that you are here warning us." The man grinned. "We'll have time to talk about everything. Now, please the urgent news." They sat down into the Captain's cabin, surrounded by other officers that were introduced. He explained the situation and the risks. One of the officers, a geographer, asked: "How can they live there, it is a small island..." The Captain interrupted him. "Please, gentlemen, we'll have time for explanations. Now Mr Thorn, what do you think?" "We have several alternatives, sir; even now we could silently sail off and enter into the bay guided by your nephew, but I adhere to his opinion, we'll wait for them here and use those new lights designed by Mr Jenkins, our geographer." The man smiled. All kept silence while they sipped their tea; then, the Captain said: "Gentlemen, unless any of you have a better idea, this is what we are going to do: "Mr Collins and seven good swimmers, duly armed, will do the way back with my nephew. As soon as the pirates leave the bay, they'll attack the guardians, capturing the corvette and the yacht. The pirates must row a long way around the island to attack us; so, as soon as the ships are captured, five of your men will quickly return crossing the island guided by my nephew. From shore, you will make a very quick light signal with one of the lamps, so that the pirates don't suspect that we are alert; that will mean that we must be fully prepared because they are approaching. You and your men must wait there until everything is over. If any of the attackers arrived on the island alive, they must be held and tied up. I leave for Mr Thorn and his gunmen the rest of the operation. Only I have to remind you that all of those men have been condemned and sentenced to death, they are very cruel and criminals, so there wouldn't be any consideration or mercy for them. The life of the children must be safeguarded and considered above all. Is it clear?" "Yes sir; I think it is a good plan, there is no reason to put at risk our men unnecessarily." "We have a long night ahead, so everybody to his task." With that order, the men got up and he hugged Bernard again. "Bernard, you have mentioned your children, we know you adopted Jeremy, then who are the others?" "She is Captain Marten's daughter, and that yacht is hers. She considers me as her own father and I feel for her the same. I'll adopt her if she wants it. She is the loveliest child you can ever meet. If everything goes as planned, you'll see her tomorrow." "Alright, son. Yes, you are right; tomorrow will be a different day." Since the night was dark, they boarded a boat from the opposite side of the vessel, and silently rowed to the reef; from there they continued swimming to the beach. They met Jeremy and Helen and quietly they hugged their father with emotions and silence. Then, almost in a quiver, Jeremy said: "Dad, they were getting ready when I left, now they are rowing around the island to the frigate. I believe the full crew is taking part since no one wants to lose the reward promised by Captain Black." "Alright. Jeremy, Helen, you know better than anyone the trails, please guide us to the bay." Mr Collins looked at the children so disguised with paint and he thought how brave a girl or a boy could be when an opportunity arises. "Did you bring the short-guns?" "Yes, dad." He handed the pistols, ammunition and bullets to his father. He gave one to the officer, but he rejected it, so they shared one each and went into the adventure of their life. Jeremy and his father had tested a few times the guns, so the boy knew how to use them. As they had foreseen, the pirates had embarked into three boats and had started rowing. When the group realised that the pirates had crossed the coral reef ring and could not hear them, they attacked to capture the ships. Fortunately, there was only a disabled man at the shore as a sentinel with a gun that he could not use; one of the men killed him before he could use it alerting the boats. Bernard then whispered to the officer: "Mr Collins, my children and I will capture the yacht while you do the same with the corvette." "Do you need any of my men?" "No. We know the boat and I don't think there'll be any danger. Thanks." The three boarded a little boat as the men swam to the corvette that was not far from shore. They boarded the small low-deck ship and Helen sighed, nobody was on board. They lighted the lamp and went into the ship under the deck, guns ready to shoot; Jeremy heard some noise inside, mounted the gun and bravely entered with care followed by Helen and Bernard. "You, and whoever is there, come out or I'll shoot you dead! He shouted. Immediately, a child's voice came from a corner where his body was confused with racks and packages. "Please, please, don't shoot at me, I surrender. I'm a slave, not a pirate. I'm only the cook's assistant!" Helen heard that voice, a little bit husky but still the same feminine voice. She then shouted: "Come out Jackie! You don't need to fear anything from us." The brown-skinned boy heard his name and immediately rose from the bottom astounded. She had also changed her voice a little. At the lamp's light, they embraced tightly as two girlfriends that had been separated for a long time, both sobbing. "Master Rose, master Rose, I thought you were dead like Mammy, dad and the others!" The brown boy was genuinely crying; Helen rubbed his naked back and he calmed down. His tears ended and then Jackie asked: "Who are they, master Rose?" Helen grinned as she wiped her tears and Jackie's. "I told you many times not to call me "master", we were and still are best friends, aren't we." The brown boy smiled happily, but kept silence. Helen then continued: "You must promise me not to tell anybody until I authorise you..." "I promise. I like gossips but only between you and me. You know it very well, don't you?" Helen grinned and kissed lightly the brown boy's nose. "Alright." She then pointed out to Jeremy and Bernard. "He's my new father, Mr Bernard Northfield and the boy is Jeremy, his son and my boyfriend." The boy grinned slyly as the girl continued explaining. "I can't tell you now, but we have a lot of things to do. You will remain here on the ship, we must go out." "Please Master Rose, please; don't leave me here, I'm scared and I don't like the pirates." Bernard and Jeremy were amused and enjoying the discussion between the couple that, as Helen had explained, they were like two girls, though the brown boy was enthralled with Jeremy's beautiful tanned body. Helen then argued: "You are not used to walk thru the jungle and much less during the night. You must stay here Jackie, I promise that before the sunrise I'll be back here; meantime you can put some order in this filthy pig-place. You can spend water as much as you like." The boy reluctantly accepted the order as they heard the call from shore; they had to depart. They boarded the little boat to shore and then walked quickly thru the jungle to the other side of the island. As soon as they arrived, made the quick signal and immediately they heard the bell rang. That was the signal. Patiently the group sat on the black rock expecting the events. Jeremy and Helen were near their father with their heart full of happiness thinking in what was going to happen. "Mr Northfield, you have survived from terrible wreckage and besides you have a lovely family. I suppose that is a good reward from Mother Nature." Bernard smiled. "Sure it is, Mr Collins. We have survived because we have been united and worked together as a team, but also this little paradise had provided the necessary for it, especially water and food." "If we succeed, all of us will have a reward for our adventure; especially you and your family. You have recaptured the yacht and it is yours, but also the Crown had promised twenty thousand guineas to whom allow her majesty's forces to capture or kill Captain Black." "I'm glad and we'll entirely be satisfied if we can return home with my family after near three years living in this paradise." Helen that was using the spyglass, interrupted them. "Dad, I think the pirates are arriving at the gun's shot range. It is difficult to see, but I can do it." She was right. In the ship Mr Thorn had given the orders; they had hauled the anchor just in case the ship needed to manoeuvre, but the sea was near quiet. Silently they had uncovered all the cannons' portholes and were ready to shoot, especially those that were pointing to where they expected to receive the pirates. They had been charged with shrapnel instead of iron bullets, normally used in fights amongst ships. Midnight had passed and all crewmembers were on duty and in tension. Suddenly the lights designed by the geographer focused on two of the boats. Captain Black shouted to go astern as he realised they had been discovered, but it was too late; twenty guns sent their death to the boats, and immediately in the other side of the ship ten guns did the same. Boats and men were cut in pieces and their bodies destroyed spread over the crystal water. A few miles away a flock of sharks smelled the blood and some minutes later they were completing the cleaning of the sea. Astonished the seamen and sailors onboard could watch the terrible end of those men, especially of those who were wounded. They did not need to shoot again or make anything: Captain Black and his cruel crew have gone to hell. From the rock, the group guessed the massacre, but no one told a word. Half an hour later, a boat came to pick the group up. Bernard then instructed Mr Collins: "Please, tell the Captain that tomorrow morning I'll meet him on the frigate; tonight we want to sleep in the yacht, our future home." They shook hands with Mr Collins and when they embarked, Bernard hugged and kissed his family; there were tears of joy on their eyes. Chapter 15 -------------- Hand in hand with Bernard in the centre, the new happy family went back to the cave, as they entered the children realised were still painted. With the lamp, they took the bar of soap and quickly, among laughs they bathed in the near pond; wet and naked the three entered in the cave and lay on the bed. "Sons, in all probability, this is the last night that we are going to sleep together in this cave that had been our sweet home. From now on, the privacy and freedom that we have enjoyed will almost disappear; however, we can't have everything. We have been close to death or being slaved, and in a few hours our fate has changed; we must take it as best as we can." Helen said: "Dad, it is a pity, but I'm sure it will be for good, besides, the night is not still over. Let's enjoy it." She made a quick gaze to her lover and Jeremy nodded. Wet as they were, she straddled Bernard and placed her lips on his; Jeremy took in his hand his dad's cock and started slowly stroking it up and down and immediately it came to life. Bernard wanted to say something to the twelve-year-old girl, but it was too good. He felt her small tongue inside his mouth and he accepted it enjoying the moment; after a minute, he felt his cock into his son's mouth sucking it. Excitedly, he felt that fantastic sensation in his loins as his climax was approaching. He pulled Helen a little up and for the first time, he sucked those beautiful bumps of her nipples. She squirmed in delight and she also felt her orgasm approaching. Jeremy sucked his dear dad's dick and with one of his hands he was slowly jerking himself off. Bernard heard how Helen was breathing erratically approaching her orgasm. He pulled her a little up and in a guttural voice he said: "Helen, take care of Jeremy." She understood and turned around on sixty-nine position. She spread her legs around Bernard's head and she trembled when felt the big tongue lapping her vagina. That accelerated her breath; she then took into her mouth her boy's cock, so the three were now in a sex ring. Helen felt Bernard's tongue passing even her hymen barrier and thought how wonderful would be to have that big cock into her, instead of his tongue. She also thought that her boy soon would have a similar one or perhaps even larger; so she would wait. The actions of the girl and the boy at the same time took Bernard to the point of no return; he arched his hips trying to spurt what he never would do. With a muffled groan he indicated his children that he was done. Jeremy and Helen were close to orgasm, too. They left their dad and quickly Jeremy straddled his future wife and she received him gladly as felt how his five inches cock entered her to the hilt. They only needed a few moves up and down to reach their respective orgasms. They screamed freely, as they rarely would do in the future as their orgasms hit them at the same time. Jeremy pulled his dick out of her just seconds before his first spurt left his cock. Bernard continued caressing his son balls in order to prolong his ecstasy. Helen fell on top of her love, and when they recovered, curled into each other arms; Jeremy into his father's, as usual, and Helen into his lover strong arms. Bernard kissed his son's neck and he transmitted his kiss to Helen. The excitements of the day and the sweet actions made them drift to sleep into beautiful dreams. They woke up the following morning tired and needed to sleep, but had many things to do. The children went to the bay to meet Jackie. Bernard floated the little boat and rowed to the large vessel outside the reef. He was received as an officer and was introduced into the Captain's cabin; his uncle was waiting for him. "Good morning Bernard, where are the children? I thought they would come and have breakfast with us." "No, sir. They are in the yacht with the only survivor from last night action." "I know. He had declared to Mr Collins, confirming what you informed us before the last night operation. A report will be raised for the Crown stating all the events, plus an inventory of all the jewellery and money found in the corvette. The girl is being confirmed as the real owner of the smaller ship. Once the corvette is repaired, she will escort you to Cape Town. We'll provide your ship with all the necessary equipment for a comfortable sailing unless you want to sail in the corvette. We'll continue our scientific trip for another few months, now bound to Australia. The Governor will be duly informed, too." "Uncle, I have studied during these three years the sea stream that brought us to this island, in fact, we were preparing the little boat to sail off from this island next year, taking advantage of this current." "This stream has saved your voyage, because following up that current we came to this island. We ignored its existence since it is not shown in any chart; now it is recorded by our Scientifics. We have the best specialists from France, Germany and England onboard." He rang a little bell and a young midshipman entered: "Please tell the gentlemen in the study room that my nephew Dr Northfield is onboard." "Yes, sir." The boy disappeared, and one minute later three men entered into the large cabin. The Captain introduced them to Bernard and started talking about the stream and the island. Then the German asked Bernard: "How could you and the children survive only with the raining water? Did you store it?" Bernard grinned. "No, sir. This little island is a miracle of Mother Nature. As soon as we are in the bay, my son would take you up to the cone of the dead volcano; I don't want to tell you now about our finding because I want you to see it, especially from the scientific point of view. You will agree with me considering it as a Mother Nature's miracle." "Bernard, we want you to pilot the ship into the bay." Then Mr Thorn entered: "Sir, we are ready to sail off." Bernard shook hand with Captain Thorn. "Mr Thorn, just go south-east around the island to the opposite side, I'll pilot you to enter into the bay." Without a word, he went out and immediately orders issued as the men climbed to the masts and went to work. The large ship started moving. Two hours later, they entered into the bay and anchored there. Jeremy and Helen had left their father on his way to the frigate and started crossing the island to the bay; they stopped for a moment, he took in his arms his little girl and dragged her to him, firstly tender, then passionately. "We better undress before we arrive at the bay." "Yes darling, I do agree with you." In seconds they were naked and Jeremy petting his little wife, as he liked to call her. "I love this place and you in it, my little red-haired queen." She grinned at him and laying on the soft soil dragged her boy to her. "Please, my husband put your hard lovely meat into me, though we are a little bit short of time. Jackie must be upset with our delay." Jeremy had started sucking her hard nipples like a baby and now was licking and lapping her navel. In a quick move, he entered her as their tongues united into their fresh mouths. They fucked as if there was no tomorrow; and after some sweet minutes, Helen groaned loudly as she felt the warm teaspoon load of her little husband on her tummy. They remained for a few minutes quietly and hugging each other. She kissed Jeremy a quick peck and he kissed her back. "I suppose we must go." "Yes, you are right." The brook was near; they washed carefully and dressed. Sometime later they made a salute to the guardian soldier that was patrolling the beach. Dressed they jumped into the water and swam to the yacht with some difficulty; they were used to swim entirely naked. Jackie was on deck and as any woman would do, he put his hand on his forehead exclaiming: "Oh God, you are going to catch a cold, masters." He quickly went into the ship and brought a couple of white bathrobes. "Now wear these and I'll put your clothes to dry. But please go inside, you know there are rooms separated." He smirked saying that because he had guessed or imagined what their life had been on the island. Under the cockpit, where nobody from ashore could see them, except Jackie, they undressed and put on the robes. The young brown boy felt the stirring in his groins and his dick started to get hard, especially when he watched Jeremy's tanned body and his wonderful cock. He sighed and Helen laughed. "I'll serve your breakfast, my masters. I have not many things available, but enough for you." Helen then took the chance to fix up the treatment with Jackie. She got as serious as she could: "Jackie, from now on, and I repeat this seriously, from now on, never call us masters. You are not a slave and you know this. You are our friend, therefore call us whatever you want, Helen, Rose Mary, Jeremy... We don't mind. If you like, you will be our employee and we'll pay you for your service..." She could not finish her words because Jackie hugged her and kissed on the cheeks. "Thanks, M... Helen." He stared at her, then to Jeremy. "Helen, can I..." Helen nodded: "Yes, you can kiss him, if he wants this, of course." She slyly grinned because she knew Jeremy was not very fond of male kissing, except from his father. Jackie gave a peck to Jeremy as a friend and then the three went into a mutual embrace. After breaking the hug, Jeremy advised his new friend: "Jackie, we are friends, and what you might see us and our father doing in this ship, or out of it, is absolutely private and secret. Nobody must ever know anything about us. I want you to promise that, if you agree, of course." He grinned openly and again hugged the couple. "You can do whatever you want or like, my eyes are blind and my mouth sealed. I promise for the sake of our friendship. Do you mind if I get the same promise from you in respect of me?" They smiled at him. "Yes, we promise. You can dress like a girl, be naked and enjoy life as you prefer while we are here or in a place where no one knows you. I'm afraid that it'll be very difficult to repeat what you did in Cape Town a few years back, because of your bosom..." They laughed. "Who knows, perhaps it grows or I'll put a couple of apples underneath or some cotton." At that moment they watched how the frigate was entering majestically into the bay. "Oh! It is a large ship; that's what Captain Black wanted; now he will be enjoying it in the hell." Jackie grinned and then Jeremy instructed de brown boy. "We must clean this ship and make an inventory of what we have. We need some more clothes to wear." "Oh don't worry. The old owners, two queers, kept all of Helen's dresses and theirs, so we wouldn't have any problem, but I don't think they'll fit on her now. I had to do some adjustments to wear them myself. Jeremy, you can perfectly wear the whore's." They laughed again. "Into the corvette, there were all kinds of dresses stored, fruit from their robberies, unless Captain Black had destroyed them." They started cleaning the ship and Helen could check that the ship had been repainted and carefully cared. All instruments and new ones were in their places, as clocks; and many books had been added to her father's small collection. She knew that Bernard would like them. After a few hours of hard work, a boat approached the yacht. The midshipman in command told them that his father, the Captain and other gentlemen wanted to know them in the frigate. She tried some of her old dresses but she could not fit into them; her breasts and butt were too big; she now realised how much had grown during her time on the island. However, there were shirts and shorts from the previous owners; Jeremy took a pair that fits quite well, and she took a long shirt that covered her to her beautiful thighs; she tied up a silk cord around her child's waist and looked at Jeremy. "You look beautiful, my little wife." He gripped her arm dragged the girl to him and started making ticklish her. She tried to escape from her lover's grip but in vain. Jackie envied her. Jeremy's dick started to get hard and she knew what her boy wanted, but they had something important to do. "They are waiting for us..." They grinned; she gave him a quick peck and a lovely smile to Jackie. The young brown boy sighed. They boarded the boat and the sailors rowed proceeding to the frigate. They could see that an army of people was working on the corvette, ordering and writing down what was on board and what was needed. They climbed into the large ship and the officer on guard, Mr Collins, shook hands and took them into the Captain's quarters. Bernard stood from his seat and took his family from the hands: "Gentlemen these are my children, the bravest in the whole world: Helen and Jeremy." Helen graciously made a reverence as she had been taught in the school; Jeremy bowed his head. His father introduced them to each man and while the boy shook hands she offered her hand to them, except to Bernard's uncle that she kissed a peck on the cheek. Everybody sat down and the Captain made the first question to the children. "Jeremy, have you been bored in this island?" Jeremy quickly thought about his father and Helen, he blushed. "No, sir. My father distributed our time very well. The morning was always dedicated finding our daily food and the afternoons, until sunset, we played and studied every plant and its properties. I can paint a little, so we made a sketch of every unknown herb or flower until my notebook was full. When we rescued Helen, I showed her all plants and she taught me about some others that we ignored existed. The pirates had taught her about them, especially those that could be used as part of our diet." The French and the German asked successive questions to Helen in the very the same terms. She answered them on their own languages and then in English for the Captain and the others to understand. "Didn't you play together?" Bernard's uncle asked her. "Yes, sir, but we had not much time left since we decided to leave the island in the little boat. We had to collect wood and rubber, made cords, etc. to repair the boat and to build a cockpit. We had only a few tools and we had to imagine how we could use them." She showed them the hardness on her palms. "Nevertheless, we had time to play and especially to dive in the coral reef; it is the most amazing and beautiful place I have ever seen." "We hope you will have now the chance to repair those damages of your hands." Bernard extended her arms and both children came to him and cuddled into his arms. The Captain then continued: "Well gentlemen, the studies made by my nephew and his children are very valuable items that speed up our task. As soon as the corvette is repaired, we'll continue bound to Australia, and the corvette, at the orders of Mr Collins and a crew, will escort the yacht to Cape Town. We'll write down all the incidences, and a full report of this action and its outcome will be sent to the Admiralty. Our sponsors, The Royal Academy for Sciences, will be very glad to hear from us and note that their money is being properly spent. Since there are abundant fresh fruits on the island and water, our cook will be glad to prepare a good dinner before we give our farewell. Thanks, gentlemen for your coming. Please, Bernard, you and the children stay here; I want to talk to you privately about the family business." The men stood and left the cabin; the four remained there in a family reunion. Now more relaxed the Captain ordered some tea as the old man asked: "What are your plans, Bernard?" "Return home as soon as possible. We'll call in Cape Town, and then sail to Portuguese Cape Verde and or Azores islands; from there direct to Plymouth or Southampton." "That's a good idea. They are our friends and if you sail in high seas route no one will disturb you. The yacht is a small ship but I would dare to say that there is no other of her size or larger that can catch her in the open Ocean; she has a strange design for a vessel. I never saw a boat with so low deck and high mast. However, I'll recommend the Governor of Cape Town to install little cannon on the bow, just in case." Bernard answered his uncle. "I don't think it will be necessary; with short normal guns, we can defend ourselves from a small attack. I would like you could see how my little daughter can shoot; she is even better than Jeremy and me." Helen blushed on her father's praises. The old man looked intently at her. "I knew your mother, Helen; she was a great woman, unfortunately, she is not with us anymore. As I can see, you consider my nephew as your father, but he cannot legally adopt you until you are eighteen if your family opposes to it; you should know that." He paused. "Jeremy's situation is different because he had no other family." The girl with education but clearly upset alleged: "Sir, I don't mind what Law says about this, but for me, he is my true father and I am his daughter, therefore I do not have anything to argue, except that I love him and gladly I will be under his custody and nobody will be able to take me apart from my new family. I am not silly and I know that my physical family, my Aunty Carol, rejected to pay the rescue to Captain Black; fortunately, he did not know this circumstance and expected to get good money from her. Had he known this fact, now I would be a slave working in a sugar plantation or in a whorehouse." The Captain knew the girl's determination and did not want to continue arguing; he then asked Jeremy: "Jeremy, will you follow your father's steps on medicine, or will you be a seaman or something different?" Jeremy filled his wide chest with pride, looked at his father with a warm stare and answered the Captain. "Sir, I'm very proud of being his son and I will follow his steps. Surely I will never be as good as he is, but I'll try my best to please and don't disappoint him; of course, unless he determines that I have to follow a different career. We have discussed it many times when we were alone on the island and after Helen arrival; I know he would never force me to do anything that I don't like, but I will be a physician and a botanical man; I'll study both matters at the same time. Helen also likes Botany and I can say she knows more about tropical plants than many of those called specialists." Helen looked at her boy and felt her heart melt with pride for her love. "I know you have an excellent cook-boy; he used to be your father's slave." She immediately pointed out. "Sir, Jackie never was a slave but a servant. Now he's our friend and he'll continue being with us until he decides otherwise. He really is a good cook, so, before we separate, I expect we'll have the honour to receive you on board of our ship for dinner. Please, let's know when you would like it." The man looked at her and she thought what a good couple these two would be if they were not now." "Helen, I accept gladly your invitation and please don't be mad at me. I want your friend Jackie to join us at dinner." That satisfied her a lot; she rose from her seat and kissed the man on the cheek. "Thank you Uncle, after all, you are a good man." The old man hugged the little girl. "Helen, you are now a little woman with such experience that many adults would never reach. Apart from what some persons may say, your father was a good man and a friend of mine when we were young. He was one of the best ship-building engineers of our country, probably too good for many persons that had the capacity to take a decision on this subject... until he started running the family's businesses." "Thank you sir; I appreciate that, but he is gone, and unfortunately, we can't do anything to amend what he and my Uncle did." She got sad and then Bernard intervened: "I think it is enough for today. Uncle, we have many things to do; I would like to be ready when you order us to sail off." They rose from their seats, greeted the man and boarded the little boat that was tied up to the ship's starboard. Following the Captain's orders, they collected from the corvette all that they needed, especially dresses of all kinds that Captain Black had kept stored, he was a good collector. They had the right to pick up some items from the pirate's treasure as theirs, but they did not want anything that might remind them those times. Helen only took a large gold medallion with a picture of her mother and a ring that belonged to her father; however, the Captain ordered to give Bernard three thousand gold guineas as part of their reward for capturing Captain Black. The onboard Notary put down on writing all these facts so they were known in the Admiralty and in the Treasury Department. The Crown officer then told Bernard: "Sir, may I remind you that you have a right to the reward that the Crown had offered to the person who allowed the capture of these pirates. I'll raise a document so you can present it in Cape Town and in London; you will need it to credit about the things you may need to purchase or repairs to be made to your ship, just in case you need it." "Thank you, sir. The Captain had already informed us about this just in case we needed extra money to carry out this long trip home." They shook hands and they left with the dresses and things they needed. Once they were in the yacht, Bernard instructed: "Children, you better go and fish something for lunch; meanwhile, I'll check all the machinery to operate the sails and the rudder; it might need some lubrication or repair. Tomorrow we'll perform some proofs of navigation; we need to be familiar with this beautiful ship." Helen sighed and Jeremy happily asked: "Dad, shall we go on high sea? I would like to jump on high waves as we used in our ship." Bernard smiled. "We'll go, but I am afraid the weather is not prepared to satisfy you unless we have a sudden storm, which seems unlikely." The boy looked disappointed and Jackie then asked him: "Do you really like high waves?" "Yes, very much; especially if I am navigating on a good ship like this. Come on! Let's go." Jeremy took the harpoon and jumped into the water, followed by Jackie and Helen. A few minutes later they were ashore running on the white beach. As soon as they were out of sight from the ships, Jeremy got on the nude; Helen and Jackie after a while did the same; however, the brown boy felt a little bit embarrassed because he guessed that watching Jeremy's build his dick would get hard. "I hate clothes when I want to swim." Jackie glued his sight on the beautiful tanned body of Jeremy and his dick went hard immediately. Helen noticed it and when Jeremy could not hear her, she warned Jackie: "Jackie, don't ever forget that he is my boy." He smiled. "I know it Rose, but my cock doesn't. You are very lucky Helen, he's so handsome..." She grinned. "I know it, my friend; I adore him too much to share with anybody; besides, he doesn't like males, even as pretty as you are." The brown boys grinned and sighed. "It is a pity, but I won't do anything that might hurt you." Helen stopped for a moment and kissed him on the cheek. Jackie then added: "Rose, eventually, may I take your leftovers from Jeremy?" The girl thought for a moment; she liked her friend's honesty and besides she was not a selfish girl. "You are a good girl, dear; therefore if my boy consents... but never behind me." They smiled. "I'll never do anything behind you, you well know that, but he's so beautiful, so handsome..." Helen jabbed the brown boy side as Jeremy, who was a few metres ahead, jumped into the sea. Jackie was also a good swimmer and after some dives he said: "Jeremy, I have spotted a large fish near the rocks, I'll try to get it with the harpoon." "I'll help you because once we punched it we must hurry up to come out just in case there are sharks around. They detect blood from a long distance; normally never attack anything alive, but if it is wounded they try to eat anything that looks like carrion." The three went into the clear waters and soon they came out with a large rounded fish still alive; as Jeremy had foreseen, two small sharks appeared looking for the wounded fish. Jackie cleaned it from its intestines and the parts that they did not need, tossing to the angry animals, they made a whirl trying to get the best part of them; then the boy cut it in slices. The boys and the girl ran along the beach, jumped into the water and climbed to the trees. After some time playing, they sat down under a shadow and stay there until their clothes were dry. Chatting about the return they resumed their plays. Helen then asked: "Is there any cards on the yacht, Jackie?" "Yes. Why?" "We could play them. When I was at the school I had a very naughty friend and we played strip poker, the loser got naked." Jackie then argued. "But that's not interesting here." "Well... there is a variant: the winner can do whatever she/he likes, so the losers are as slaves and have to do what she/he wants." "That would be interesting. What do you think Jackie?" Jeremy asked. The brown boy grinned and thought about it; he was a good poker player; the corvette's pirate officers had taught him during their orgies. "Well, we can try anytime. Let's go because I need some time to cook this wonderful fish." They stood, punched the fish slices with the harpoon and returned to the ship. Bernard had completed the technical checking of the vessel being amazed and satisfied with the results. He could not imagine such innovations on a ship built, as the large piece of bronze forming part of the keel. After lunch, they continued cleaning the boat and burnt what they found unnecessary to keep. They washed with soap and hot water all their clothes and the interior of the ship. They finished their chores near the sunset collecting and storing the clothes that they did not need now, but surely would need during the trip when they were in colder waters. Tired they ate the dinner and went to bed. The ship had been built in a comfortable way since she had plenty of space under the deck. She had a double bed cabin and three single cabins with narrow bunks. The rest of the space was dedicated for storing food, water, navigation material and dry wood for the kitchen oven and stove. At Stern, there was a tiny toilet and dinning-room convertible into a navigation study. They were tired, so without any word, they went under the deck, but what to do? Could they continue sleeping as in the cave? The large bed could accommodate the four of them a little bit tight. "The ideal would be to sleep the four together, but it is hot here and besides, someone could come. Moreover, we need to be fit and well tomorrow morning; therefore, I would suggest Helen and I sleep in the single cabins and Jeremy and Jackie in the large bed." Helen could not resist the temptation and started laughing. Jeremy with a serious grimace looked at her, that even increased their hilarious situation and within a minute all were laughing. Jackie then, with the sweetest words he could muster, pointed out: "Don't worry Jeremy, I promise I won't do anything to your..." And all started laughing again. They went to bed and before they could realise all were hard asleep. Jeremy was used to having Helen in his arms when sleeping but this time couldn't. Near dawn Jackie felt Jeremy's hard wet cock between his thighs, he silently sighed and his cock got harder than Jeremy's. He apparently was dreaming with Helen as when he fucked her from behind. Jeremy started pushing his dick back and forth in slow paces. Jackie accommodated, so that the wet boy's dick entered him between his smooth upper legs rubbing under his butt crack, and the cock head pushing on his ball sack, therefore forming a little cave. He had been fucked many times, but as far as he could remember, never was as pleasant as it was now. He had a very smooth baby soft skin void of any hair, this probably attracted Jeremy's cock, especially when he placed his left hand on Jackie's hips and pulled the brown boy to him in the belief he was Helen. In the darkness of the place, Jackie guessed Jeremy's cock entering and going out of his legs as he felt it; he could not resist the temptation and he touched it. He did not want to break the moment, so placed his left hand on his own dick and started jerking himself off at the same pace. He couldn't stop moaning while Jeremy did the same and both were close to their orgasms. Jeremy felt the stirring of his climax coming and woke up thinking he was fucking his adored girl and needed to expel his semen out of her vagina. He heard Jackie's breathes and immediately he thought to put an end to it, but he was too close to his orgasm and his animal part advised him to continue. Besides, he felt the lovely sensation thru his left hand of the fine and smooth baby skin of his new friend. He pulled Jackie slowly to him and continued fucking his legs. Soon both were breathing hard and obviously each other knew that his partner was awake but they did not as express a word. They reached the point of no return and Jackie felt the beautiful warmness of Jeremy's tiny load between his thighs. A spasm went thru his body when he was hit by that sweet dry orgasm. He couldn't remember being happier than at those moments. After his release, Jeremy wanted to turn Jackie around and kiss him softly on the lips or, as a minimum, to kiss his collarbone, as he used to do to Helen, but he felt ashamed and seemed he was betraying his girl; so he kissed Jackie's back neck. He knew he was not asleep, so in a whisper murmured: "Thank you, my friend, it has been marvellous." Jackie without moving sighed. "It has been the best of my life, Jeremy. I..." He interrupted his whispers because he was going to tell the handsome boy that he was in love with him, but instead, he said: "We'll keep it secret." "Thanks again. Jeremy pressed the brown boy's and drifted back to sleep. End of Part 3