Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 13:55:31 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Island That Never Was 3

			 THE ISLAND THAT NEVER WAS
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				  PART 3
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Chapter 11
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Some weeks passed by, and their birthdays came; 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
said:

       "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 saw the strange pearl, her face went white and
started trembling; and near crying said:

       "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
many persons."

       "Killed many persons?" Asked Jeremy with a great surprise. Helen,
still with sobs continued:

       "Yes, I saw how the Captain Black killed with his own hands two of
them because they have 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 said:

       "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 said with
tender love. She put the gasket aside and kissed her boy on the lips a long
and wet kiss that raised his dick to 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. She wide opened her mouth in disbelief and stammering said.

       "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 a hard rock, but as
he continued digging he found a small heavy bronze gun 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 gun, dad; though small and made
from bronze; I have never seen one like this; normally they are made from
iron." Bernard examined carefully the 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 gun in this place... It doesn't make sense... Try to pull
it out." They excavated more and extracted the heavy 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 to see better." Bernard suggested. They
dragged the heavy gun outside, 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 unwrapped the parcel. He
then said:

       "It seems very old and was oiled before placing it into the gun; 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 wide opened 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 the Captain
Black's cabin. I don't know about the value, but..." Bernard interrupted
her as he extracted the rest from the little bag.

       "It is a fortune, my daughter, as much as all our pearls, and easier
to hide." We will keep them here buried. We'll throw the gun down hill 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 sufficient 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 kiss. "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 round his neck. Then she said:

       "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 round 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 still breathing hard and his cock harder
than ever, said:

       "I knew I have the best family in the world, and this confirm it."
The girl and boy grinned as they resumed their paused jobs. A few minutes
later, three moans, one after the other, were heard as they were hit with
the most beautiful and loved orgasms. The three collapsed in a heap
breathing hard, boy and man together sandwiching the little girl that was
facing his new father. When they were relaxed Helen said:

       "I love 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 love him even more
than to your own family, as I do." Bernard took both between his strong and
haired arms and hugged them very tight. 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 love 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 they 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. Once more, he felt alone; he had missed his friend during these
long months. His mind was a whirl thinking about the future. Jeremy and his
brother Benjamin always had the right answer to raise his spirit, but none
of them were near him. His intensely blue eyes blurred as he prayed 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
near all Christian Churches remembered the dead persons. That morning the
cathedral was full, and from the place where he was, ready to sing, he
scanned the public assisting to the special service. He immediately
detected 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 as twins than as
different aged brothers. Joe had been introduced to the girl just a couple
of weeks back 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 liked that sad red-haired boy. She found
him not pretty but handsome and strong and she dreamed being hugged and
protected by his powerful arms. He was not a whim boy as his cousins or his
friends were, she disliked them. She knew that Joe was near slaved by 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 smiled; he had a high
competence in his sister, he thought; but he did not mind.

Joe did not know that the boy'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 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, and said:

	"Joe, you are not returning to the seminary with the rest of the
boys. Mr. Mullen and his family has 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 about 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. As the
priest had said, 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... to happen in this way!"

	"Thanks Tim. I did not expect this invitation."

       "I did not say you anything, but we wanted it to be a
surprise... and watching your face I think I got my goal; didn't I?" Joe
grinned to his new friend as he entered into the coach. Mr. Mullen then
said:

       "In the name of my family, congratulations! 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. They boy sat
between the "twins"; in front were Mr. And Mrs Mullen and Sheila. Then, as
the horses started dragging the coach he said:

	"Thanks Mrs Mullen for your undeserved invitation. I am 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." He 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 her.

They arrived home and changed into casual clothes. Tim proposed to have a
long walk the three together, since he well knew 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. From
there they could watch ships entering and going out from the bay. Linda
then said:

	"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, but 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 am not." The girl did not expect such an answer from a
church boy and she flushed, fortunately the boy did not stared at her. She
was very pleased as her heart bumped into her young chest; Joe then
continued: "You have a lovely 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 much 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 to Linda's lovely blue eyes, and said:

	"Jeremy always said 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 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
their parents. Deeply 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 on a multiple-use-knife and a gold little cross, respectively
that 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
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 a bathroom 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 on 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 in 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 was 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 in 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." Jose said.

	"Oh yes." Tim said, 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 this clear watery stuff." He said 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 well know what they
do to us if we are caught."

	"Yes... they are fucking bastard... with you and us." Joe openly
laughed and said:

	"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 doesn't like to talk about sex, even with my mother. She is
the kind of person who believes she knows everything. George, her boy
friend, 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 in 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 laugh.

	"Oh don't worry, Tim; she will survive." The boys were still naked
and hard enjoying the moment, then Tim said:

	"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 near the same. Both were excited as Tim
added: "May I touch your dick, Joe?"

	"Of course, why not?" Said the red-haired boy excited. Tim wrapped
with his hand the four and 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 round his butt preventing his 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 said smiling knowing that Linda was
listening. He paused waiting 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 as this one with my queer cousin. We are a bunch of horny boys
that make sex together, some times 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 about
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." Joe said. 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 in respect of 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
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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 bed that Jeremy had
prepared. Both knew perfectly what they wanted and what they would do. The
sea was as a lake and the full moon was shinning 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 swirling inside their mouths. Jeremy tenderly broke the
kiss and started nibbling her ear globes 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 yourself 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 beautiful 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 tongue
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 gluing 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 since the first part of Jeremy's dick entered her without any
difficulty, producing her a wave 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 round his hard cock, and just at a couple moves from his
climax. Between gasps she said:

       "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 the 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 am very
hot." She moaned. The boy still waited a couple of minutes caressing her
body, until the girl was 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 scissor. After ten
minutes in a quiet silence, he started caressing her and she returned with
kisses. "I would like to bathe in the sea."

       "Why not? However 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 near 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 bodies were spent, then drifted to sleep.

The sun was high on the east 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 in love, 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 others
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 into 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 peaceful sleeping. She was spread eagle
with her left arm round 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 a right position
to start a new love 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 breath 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 round 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." She said in
a serious tone, 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
near finishing Bernard arrived.

       "How was your wedding night?" They blushed but immediately Jeremy
jumped and wrapping his arms round 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 know how much we love you, dad." He hugged his sons
back. Jeremy looking to the pieces of wood that Bernard had brought asked:
"What are these long wood poles for, dad?" Jeremy asked.

       "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 since 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 near
all the boat as a cockpit, so we can storage 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 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 to that conclusion. She thought.

       "You are correct my 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 water 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." Bernard said. "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
in 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 what we might need in this paradise, why should we
leave?" Bernard thought for a moment, and then placed her arms round the
two children.

       "Jeremy, Helen; fortunately you are still children, but soon you
won't be. What I said you before was not a joke; a baby could appear in 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 security 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
determination that surprised Jeremy:

       "Yes, we will do. Dad is right; we cannot trust on 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." Then Bernard said:

       "It is near a 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 only
water was seen. 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 northeast direction. After half an hour watching, the girl said:

       "I can't see it, dad. It out of our sight."

       "That explains why we did not see many debris or rests of the ship,
though most of them sank within the vessel."

Chapter 13
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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 back. 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 said 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. Shed 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 in 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." Bernard said.

	"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 beautiful 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 deeply in his heart he
felt very proud and happy. After all, it was Mother Nature's
decision. Bernard then said:

       "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 said:

       "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 round 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 semen; 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 top of his forefinger and put it on his tongue. He
savoured the strange flavour.

       "It does not taste bad." They laughed altogether. Bernard then said:

       "It would not be long before Helen has her first menstruation. Her
breasts have near doubled in size; not like your cock that will continue
increasing in size and girth steadily until you are round 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 in 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 looked at his boy with love and passion.

       "In that case you must be prepared to do the "rabbit jump". The
children looked to each other puzzled with 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 on 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,
then said:

       "Yes, I think I can do it." 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
apparently herb similar to parsley. "I don't exactly remember its name, but
this is the plant, or better, the fern that can provoke 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 a normal menstruation. Perhaps a
little bit more abundant and maybe with some disturbance 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 said."

       "Does it hurt, dad?" Helen asked."

       "As far as we know, the woman feels nothing different from a normal
menstruation; however, from the medical point of view, it is not
recommended because it is not a natural act. We are stopping something that
otherwise would be a human being."

       "I have not ever heard about it." Said Helen.

       "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 the use of
it."

       "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 should
not forget that a Jew introduced Christian religion, Jesus. That was of
common use in the 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 does not 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 half teaspoon of it previously boiled. But it must be drunk every day
during the following three weeks after you 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 my 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
that most of the girls of her age." Helen grinned and looked at Jeremy
mischievously.

       "Well dad... no so child." Helen slyly said. "I have done what most
of the girls never do until they double my age. Jeremy's voice reminds me
to Jackie."

       "Jackie? Who's Jackie?" Jeremy asked. 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; he had a round-girlish face, and his skin was
smoother than mine, near dark brown, not black, and with abundant beautiful
lank thick 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 said:

       "I thought you were in a liner vessel when you were captured." She
got sad for a few moments, and then said:

       "Sorry I didn't mention it to you. When I finished school in
Switzerland my dad and uncle took me in 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, You did not need to go up on the mast;
everything could be done from 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 a 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." Bernard then
said:

       "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 he. Can you clarify this?"

       "It is simple. He was physically a boy but he felt as 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 as this, so we spent hours talking about boys or men,
like any girl would do. When we arrived to 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 round the waist. We walked along the streets holding
hands. I had never seen 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, said a strong
word to him in their native language. He told me: "She said I am a queer,
but I don't mind; I like being a girl, and that is 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 recalling 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." Said Helen. "Not all persons are like
Captain Black." She extended her hand and gripped Jeremy's saying. "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 round 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 the
civilization. He watched how his son and daughter were growing fast; soon
they would not be children anymore. Very seldom he had sex contacts with
them, except in special moments. 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 creature. 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 tuft on his
crotch. His hair was light brown, near 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.

Helen was twelve, just 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 love 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 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 he was
thirteen. As Jeremy, he had changed a lot; and as that day was Monday, he
spent it without any change in 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 him from 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 clock 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
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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 am bleeding!!!" They looked at her and watched how a
fine line of blood was trickling on her tanned 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, my
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 into 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 down hill. 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 is 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 in 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 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 the hard
work that they did. Yet his father was taller than he was; Jeremy put his
arms round 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 love; their lips glued and their tongues swirling 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 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 quantity 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 your emission of semen. 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 leg 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 near 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; so 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; in that moment 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 in the cave and a few minutes
later Bernard could see both were in a peaceful sleep. A few 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 near asleep after a night full
of sex after 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." The boy said. 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 flag, and her bow points to us, sure she is Captain
Black's corvette. But, what about the other mast?" Bernard took the lens
and with more experience he focused the tube to the point in 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 will not 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 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 near 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 little ship; clearly it had not 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 during more than two
years."

       "Dad, we could rescue her during the night. We can swim and leave
before they could do anything." Jeremy enthusiastically said.

       "Jeremy, I don't want to disappoint you, but they are not so
silly. First, they have guns 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 will not 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 and observed, and 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 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 the water and food. I
would appreciate you to think about any 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 continued watching
them, in case of 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
sight 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 handled 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 a British warship! Almost certainly a frigate; too big
to be a corvette." They traded the spyglass. Bernard then said:

       "Probably they have come for water supply or just by accident. I am
sure they ignore the existence of the pirates in the island, otherwise the
guns 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 had detected the presence of the frigate, too;
the man that went to search 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 in silence in order not to be discovered by the
warship, even try to carry out a night attack and hold the warship. If I
were the 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 safe 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 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 that I must know, come to me
before I start swimming." The three went to his tasks. From his nest on the
high tree, Jeremy was watching and hearing the sailors. As Bernard had
foreseen, they were talking aloud 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 does not know we are
here, otherwise she would be now at the entrance of the bay shooting her
fucking guns against us. If we keep our fucking mouths shut, they will not
detect us, and what seemed a 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 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 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 run 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 and said:

       "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 and said.

       "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 in all
probability 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, lieutenant
of the wreckage "Seagull" over two years ago."

       "Stay here and dry yourself while I call the Captain." He
disappeared and a minute later the Captain appeared. He was an old man of
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." In that moment 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. Mr. Thorn said:

       "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 later time, if you don't mind. There is
not 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 will 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 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
will attack the guardians, capturing the corvette and the yacht. The
pirates must row a long way round 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 do not suspect that we
are alert; that will means that we must be fully prepared because they are
approaching. You and your men must wait there until all is over. If any of
the attackers arrive to 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 would not 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. Mr. Thorn said.

       "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, 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 his father
with emotions and silence. Then almost in a quiver Jeremy said:

       "Dad, they were getting ready when I left, now they are rowing round
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 raises.

       "Did you bring the short-guns?"

       "Yes dad." He handled 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
foreseeing, 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 disable man at shore as 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 ship and
Helen sighed, nobody was on board. They lighted the lamp and went into the
ship under 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 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 girl friends 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 pointing out to Jeremy and Bernard, said: "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
in 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 said, 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 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. Collins then said:

       "Mr. Northfield, you have survived from a 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 captured the yacht and it is
yours, but also the Crown had promised twenty thousands 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." In that moment
Helen that was using the spyglass interrupted them.

       "Dad, I think the pirates are arriving to the gun 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 gun portholes and were ready to shoot, especially those
that were pointing to where they expected to receive the pirates. 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
on board 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 the 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 said to 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
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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. Then Bernard then said:

       "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 near to the 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-years-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 dearly 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 69
position. She spread her legs round 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 not 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 near 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 orgasm 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 neck and he transmitted his
kiss to Helen. The excitements of the day and the sweet actions, made them
to 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 will
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 said 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
little 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 near 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 Mr. Northfield is onboard."

       "Yes sir." The boy disappeared, and a minute later three men entered
into the large cabin. The Captain introduced them to Bernard and started
talking about the stream and the island. The German then 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." In that
moment Mr. Thorn entered:

       "Sir, we are ready to sail off." Bernard shook hand with the Captain
Thorn.

       "Mr. Thorn, just go south-east round 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 to 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 wife." 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 not 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 quiet 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. Some minutes 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 totally
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 in 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 grow, especially when he saw Jeremy's tanned body and 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 and said:

       "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 said:

       "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 shake of our friendship. Do you mind if 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 the
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 your bosom..." They laughed.

       "Who knows, perhaps it grows or I'll put a couple of apples
underneath or some cotton." In 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, then Jeremy said:

       "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. Then Helen said:

       "Into the corvette there were stored all kinds of dresses, 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 to 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 in the island. However, there were shirts and shorts
from the previous owners; Jeremy took a pair that fitted quite well, and
she took a long shirt that covered her to her beautiful thighs; she tied up
a silk cord round her child 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 were working on the corvette, ordering and writing down
what was onboard 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. Morning was
always dedicated to find 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.

       "Oh 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." The Captain said. Bernard extended her arms and both children
came to him and cuddled into his arms. The Captain then said: "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 in the island and water, our
cook will be glad to prepare a good dinner before we give our
farewell. Thank you gentlemen for your coming. Please Bernard, you and the
children stay here; I want to talk to you privately about family business."
The men stood and left the cabin; the four remained there in a family
union. Now more relaxed the Captain ordered some tea and 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 a little gun on the bow, just in case." Bernard
answered his uncle.

       "I don't think it would 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 mom, 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 not other family." The girl with education but
clearly enraged said:

       "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 am very proud of being his son and I will follow his
steps. I am sure I will never be as good as he is, but I'll try my best to
please and not 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 in the island and after Helen arrival; I know he would never force me
to do anything that I don't like, but will love being 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. Then the Captain said:

       "I know you have an excellent boy-cook; 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 onboard 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." He hugged the
little girl as he said.

       "Helen, you are now a little woman with such an experience that many
adults would never reach. Apart from what some persons may say, your father
was a good man and 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 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, kissed the man and boarded the little boat that was tied up to he
ship's starboard. Following the Captain's orders, they collected from the
corvette all what 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. She 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 thousands gold
guineas as part of their reward for capturing Captain Black. The onboard
Notary put down on writing all these facts in order they were known in the
Admiralty and in the Treasure 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 in order you 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 to home." They
shook hands and they left with the dresses and things they needed. Once in
the yacht Bernard said:

       "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
like 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 you are sailing on a good ship. 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 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 love 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 and Jackie said:

       "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 is some sharks around. They smell 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 cut it in slices, cleaned it from its intestines and the parts
that they did not need tossed to the angry animals; they made a whirl
trying to get the best part of them. 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
said:

       "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 to strip poker, the loser got naked." Jackie then
argued.

       "But that's not interesting here." Jeremy then said:

       "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 deck. She had a double bed cabin and three single cabins with
bunks. The rest of the space was dedicated for storing food, water,
navigation material and 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 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. Bernard then said:

       "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 to 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, said:

       "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 have 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 himself, so that the wet boy cock 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 so pleasant
as it was now.

He had a very smooth baby soft skin entirely hairless, 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 room, 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 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 no a word was
expressed. They reached the point of not return and Jackie felt the
beautiful warmness of Jeremy's tiny load between his legs. A spasm went
thru his body when he was hit by that lovely and sweetly dry orgasm. He
couldn't remember being happier than in that moment. After his release,
Jeremy wanted to turn Jackie around and kiss him softly on the lips or, as
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 said:

       "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