Author: Jack Harmon
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Stranded
By Pussywillow
b/g etc, inc, rom

Disclaimer: This story is just the figment of the imagination and contains depictions of sexual encounters between children. If this type thing bothers you then you should stop reading now. However if you recognize the beauty of such loving and consensual relationships, then read on and I hope you enjoy.
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What would you do if you found yourself stranded on an uncharted island with only your sister and no possible chance of being saved?
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	Preface
My name is Gregory Helmut, and I am a missionary for a large church organization. 
The date was June 25, 1851, and I had just got wind from a sea captain that there was an uncharted island that is inhabited by a whole bunch of brothers and sisters. His story seemed quite unusual, so I had the captain show me on a chart about where this island was located. 
I was so curious that I was eventually able to raise enough money together so that I could go on an expedition in search for this so called island. 
After a brief search, I found a captain who had a ship and was willing to take my two colleagues and me on a search for the island. 
We eventually set sail, and after several weeks of crisscrossing the area shown on the map, we finally spotted an island. We also noticed that there were sunken reefs that protected the island for a couple of miles out. The only part of the island that we could see that was fit for landing on, was on the lee side of the prevailing winds, and we would have to make a tacking course into the wind to approach the island, and if we made a wrong tack, we would miss the island altogether, and then have to spend several days getting lined up again. I imagine many sailors have seen the island, but have found it far too difficult and too dangerous to even try to come close to. So no wonder no one ever came to this island.
We were on a tack when the lookout hollered that there was a reef ahead. But the captain felt that we were close enough now to row the longboat on over to it, so he decided to go ahead and drop anchor. We were still over a mile offshore, but as long as we were this close, at least we could examine the island to find out if it was the right one.
The next morning, as we noticed that the sea had calmed down somewhat, we lowered the longboat, and rowed towards shore. 
As we approached the beach, we saw what appeared to be a whole bunch of natives watching us, and the closer we got, most of them looked like children. 
As we landed, we noticed that most of them were in fact children or very young adults. They all were mostly naked, and they all appeared to be white Caucasian. 
As I stood there a few feet in front of our beached boat, I watched as two of the older ones stepped forward. They appeared to be the oldest ones there, and I would guess that they were probably about in their middle fifties. The woman had a breach cloth of woven palm leaves wrapped around her waist. Other than that, they both appeared to be quite naked. 
We all greeted each other, and they said that their names were Mike and Mary Johnson. I introduced myself, and my two colleagues, and they invited us on into their hut. It was very nicely furnished of native materials and some that appeared to have come off of a ship. 
I explained what our purpose of being here was, and to offer any assistance to them that they might need. 
As I noticed all of the people in the colony, I asked them about the people and where they came from. Mary replied, “They’re all of our children and grandchildren.” I was now completely baffled. So, for the next several days, I chronicled the woman’s story about how they came to be here on this island, and what had happened.

Chapter 1
I really don’t remember that far back, but my dad and mom had booked passage for the four of us on a sailing ship that was to take us from England to Australia. The ship carried primarily cargo, so there were no passengers except just the four of us. 
Sometime during the voyage, I was told; we got into a very violent storm. During the storm, the ship lost a mast, and was taking on water. In desperation, the captain saw an island and tried to beach the ship on the island. It was one of those very rare times that the wind blew the opposite way, and since it was dark, he could not see the coral, and in the next ensuing hours the ship was torn apart on the sunken coral. The crew then placed my parents and us two children in a longboat and sent us on our way. When the storm was finally over, all that my father could find was the longboat with a hole in it, and some ship wreckage that had been swept up on the beach. But there were no signs of any of the crew, so he assumed that they had all been drowned by the storm. We later realized that there were also many sharks in the area, and since we had the only longboat, all of the crew were in the water, and they were probably all eaten by the sharks. That was probably why we saw no bodies of the crew.
Oh yes, my dad’s name was John Johnson, and mom’s name was Elsa. My name is Mary, I was two, and my brother, Michael here, was four when the tragedy happened.
Over the next several days, my father gathered all that he could from the wreckage, scouted the island, tried to build signal devices, and tried to find some sort of refuge for us. He found the stream nearby that empties into the ocean. Also a ways back, is a pond of water formed by the waterfall that flows into it, and near the waterfall are some large bluffs that helped to provide us with some shelter.
My dad, guessing where we were, realized that we were probably blown off-course to an uncharted island, and that the chances of us being rescued were practically nil.
At that point, he realized that we would probably be stuck here for years, and most probably for the rest of our lives if he didn’t do something. 
First, he went about building us as permanent a shelter as he could. The island, being tropical has a variety of edible fruits and plants plus a lot of bamboo. 
Using what materials he could from the ship, and the bamboo, he finally built us suitable quarters. 
In the meantime, he and mother spent time gathering edible fruits and plants, and learning how to catch fish for us to eat. 
Then he spent the rest of his time trying to build a boat of sorts in order to try to escape this island and find help.
Our shelter or hut finally had bedrooms for me, my brother, and our parents, plus a room for eating and lounging around in. 
The shelter was built in such away that it was easily defendable from most any type of predator if there were any.

Chapter 2
I believe I was around five when one of the first things that I really remembered, was dad setting sail in his small homemade boat to try to go somewhere where he could find someone who would rescue us. But I have very little memory of him other than that incident, and that was the last time that we ever saw or heard from him. We have absolutely no idea about whatever became of him. 
Actually, it really isn’t much work trying to live here. We fish and gather fruit. But mom said that she got very lonely because there was nobody around but just us, and she soon became very despondent. 
My brother and I on the other hand, were really quite happy because we knew no other life other than the one that we are now living.
Since the weather is always quite warm, we went quite often to the pond and the waterfall for a swim. It’s really quite refreshing to take a dive into the pond, and swim around. Because of that, my brother and I got to be very good swimmers considering the amount of time we spent in the water. 
There is also a small lagoon nearby where we catch fish. We quickly found that it wouldn’t take long to spear enough fish for dinner. All we had to do, is to take our small boat, that dad made for us, out into the lagoon, look into the water, and wait for a fish to swim by. Then we speared it. 
Of course we caught only enough fish that we could eat for dinner that night or the next morning because otherwise the fish would be spoiled by the next day. We found that we could save cooked fish over one more day, but that was all.
Since life was so precarious living here all alone on this island, mother tried to teach us everything that she could think of; stuff that she thought we would need to know in case something would ever happen to her. 
She taught us how to read, write, and do basic mathematics. She also tried to teach us things about life, including sex. My guess is that she realized that if we were not rescued, our natural sex drive would eventually build up great enough that we would most probably experiment on each other. 
Of course, being of the young age that we were, I really didn’t grasp all that she was trying to teach us at that time.
During the period of our captivity on this island, my brother and I completely outgrew any clothing that we may have had, and, of course, anything that was made of cotton gradually rotted away anyway. But that didn’t matter much for Mike and I, because after the first couple of years, we went around mostly naked anyway. Of course, we tied woven plant leaves around us to protect our bodies whenever we went on excursions inland. But other than that, we were really quite comfortable running around in just our birthday suits, and because of this, we were always well aware of the differences of our bodies.
Of course, mother continued to wrap what pieces of cloth that she could find, around her body, but she eventually had to revert to just wearing woven plant leaves for clothing. But that didn’t do very much for her modesty, because we eventually saw her pretty much naked most of the time anyway.
I remember that I was seven, when mother was lying on her bed hugging the two of us. 
I guess that she had finally given up on the idea of even trying to be modest. 
As we were lying there, naked of course, she pulled Mike over on top of her, and was hugging him. I guess that the skin contact between him and his mother made his little penis grow real hard, and because mother noticed what was happening, I guess, in desperation from no longer having a husband, she spread her legs apart, reached down, and put his penis inside of her. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around him. I then watched as she slowly moved him up and down on her as I saw him very gleefully suck on one of her breasts. Pretty soon, she made some funny sounds and froze up for a few moments. But when she recovered, she suddenly pushed Mike of off her and sat there and cried and cried for a very long time.
The next day, she got the two of us together, and said because she was so lonely, she had done a very terrible thing, but being trapped here all alone, she now just didn’t care anymore. 
After a while, she proceeded to get Mike back on top of her, and got his  hard penis into her again. 
She again wrapped her arms and legs around Mike, and they did the same thing they did the day before. It seemed like they were like that for a long time before Mike finally fell asleep on her.
I guess that she liked what she was having Mike do to her so much, that she had him do that to her nearly every day from then on.
I eventually got real curious, and asked mother if Mike could do that to me also. Of course mother was really shocked at my question. But after thinking about what she had her own son do to her, she said that she would have to prepare me first before he could do that to me.

Chapter 3
The next day was when another tragedy hit us. It was so horrible that I can still see it in stark detail. 
Mother was out catching fish, when she somehow lost her balance and fell in. A shark, which we had never seen before, got her and there was nothing we could do but just stand there and watch. It was horrible watching the shark thrashing around as the water turned red.
Both Mike and I were in a dazed shock as we eventually headed back to the hut. Of course I was in complete hysterics, and because of that, I now didn’t want to be separated from Mike for even a single second from then on. I hung onto him for dear life for days on end. Why I even slept in his bed with him so we could have our arms around each other for comfort. But we quickly found that his bed was way too small for the two of us, so we used mom’s bed instead for sleeping.
We were like that until one morning we woke up very hungry. We finally got up and ate what was left of some fruit for breakfast. Then, after breakfast, we just listlessly moped around the hut, but two days later, we realized that if we wanted to eat, we would have to go out and replenish our food supply ourselves. There was now no longer a mother around to provide for us.
It felt really strange for me not having a mother there to take care of us any more, and I was hit by the harsh reality that although we were both still just small kids, we had to now play the role of adults in order to survive. We could no longer just go out and play around and come back to find a meal ready for us nor was there anyone here to nurture and comfort us. All we had left now was just the two of us. So, we quickly learned and honed the skills that were necessary for us to survive.
Of course, ever since mother died, Mike and I became inseparable. I had to keep him in sight at all times or I would panic, and we both slept on mom’s bed together because it was bigger. We had some wool blankets that had survived the shipwreck, and that’s what we used to cover us at night.
As the days went by, due to our carelessness, we sort of lost track of which day it was. I guess because time and dates now no longer seemed important to us as one day would just dissolve on into the next, and soon we didn’t even know what month, or even what year it was.
Of course, ever since I could remember, Mike and I were always quite curious about how different our bodies were, and of course, we would touch and sometimes even play with each other’s genitals because we quickly found that it was really fun to do so. Since we had no clothing to hide our sexuality from each other, our genitals were right there for us to see all the time. We also never really thought too much about why we touched each other there, because we thought that it was just as natural to touch each other there as touching any other part of each other’s bodies. But because of the sensitivity of our genitals, we found that by touching each other there somehow made us feel real good, and because of that, we both really liked it, and we would touch each other there quite often, but only for a little while at a time until we were then quite satisfied. 
I guess mother, when she was alive, had seen us do that quite often, but had never said anything about it. I guess that this was because we were so isolated from the rest of the world; she had absolutely no hope of us ever being rescued, so she never enforced her own upbringing on us, and never bothered to make us quit. 
I guess that was why she had Mike have sexual intercourse with her. I guess that she probably played like he was her husband so that she could at least have some sort of intimacy and sexual relief from what was pent up inside of her. 
One day, soon after mother died, we were idly playing with each other’s genitals (Of course, there wasn’t much else to do.) This time, Instead of it just feeling good, I found that it felt really wonderful. 
I had Mike keep on touching me, and I even showed him just how to do it. Then, as I wrapped my arms around him, he made me feel so wonderful that I wouldn’t let him quit. Then I played with his genitals. We continued doing this to each other for a very long time, really enjoying what we were doing to each other before we finally quit. It got to where I just loved to take his penis in my hands and watch it grow real big and hard. I guess Mike liked it also because he never made me quit.
We didn’t know why at that time, but we did know that we could comfort each other that way and make each other feel real good. This also made us feel even closer to each other.
As we continued to touch each other down there, we refined our touching until we could really make each other feel real great, and I loved to watch Mike’s thing grow and get long and hard. It got so that we were so preoccupied with making each other feel good, that it got to be just like a drug to us and we became so addicted that we just couldn’t quit, nor did we even want to.

Chapter 4
As time passed, I remembered what mother had told us about sex and what she did with Mike. A few things did stick in my mind as I had remembered about her telling me about a membrane covering down there that covered my vagina. She said that was where the male puts his penis into, and when he does, it feels really real good. So, I soon realized that it was the area toward the back of my vulva that hurt if I touched it very hard. 
One day, I decided to test what mother had told me and I got a very smooth thin stick, and I pressed it up against the middle of my hymen. I was then quite surprised that the stick went right on in without hardly hurting me at all, and I realized that I could actually insert the stick into me for quite a ways. Of course, I noticed that the hole it made, bled a little bit and then quit. So, I then forced my finger in, and that made it really sting. But over the next few days, I kept on playing with myself down there thereby widening the hole, and as I continued to widen my hole down there, I even kept on showing the progress to Mike.
When I finally got it sufficiently widened, I had Mike lay down on the bed, and I then straddled him and tried to get his penis into me. It got stuck and wouldn’t go in because his penis was too dry. So I got down and put his penis into my mouth to get it wet, hoping that my saliva would lubricate it enough. Then I straddled him again, and managed to get it worked right on up into my vagina. After I got it all the way in, I found that his penis felt really good inside me, and Mike said that his penis felt real good in there also. 
From then on, it seemed that’s all we did was slobber on each other’s genitals so that he could stick his penis into my vagina when we weren’t busy with some other activity such as hunting or swimming.
As the days went by, the feelings that I got from our fun, kept getting greater and greater until gradually, I realized that I could feel my whole body just freeze up into what I learned was an orgasm with all of the fantastic feelings that I got. Also Mike said that he got real fantastic feelings just like he was shooting something out of his penis but in fact nothing ever came out at that time.
It soon got that we were so preoccupied with our newfound fun that we quite often we just neglected everything else. 
We realized just how much one-day when we were fishing. Mike was standing up in the little boat, and as he threw his spear, he lost his balance and fell into the water. I watched in absolute horror as that shark came after him, but he managed to clamber up on a rock just in time. 
Right then and there, we decided that we would have to do something to get rid of that shark. We tried spearing it, but that proved absolutely futile, as the spear would just bounce off his tough skin.
We then devised a snare, and Mike risked himself again by swimming in the bay to attract the shark. As the shark went after him, Mike managed to narrowly escape, and we caught the shark in the snare. Of course it was way too big for us to try to lift out of the water, so we just left it there, thrashing all around in the water.
Several days later, we went back to investigate, and found the shark dead. Of course we had no remorse for that shark because we knew that it was the one that got our mother.
We realized now that we finally had to put our priorities in order, and we decided to have our fun only after our chores were done for the day. Also, we had several books that were salvaged from the wreck. I guess that they survived by being in mother’s chest. Mother was having us read from the books so that we would know how to read. I could read a little bit, but Mike could read a lot better than I could because he was older. Mother said that it was very important to know how to read just in case we ever got rescued. So we decided to try to improve our reading skills on our own. So we then spent some time each day trying to read. If we got stuck, we had a dictionary, and we used it quite often, but many of the words that we found in the books, we just could not relate to, like the word ‘street’ for instance. In the definition, it mentions ‘sidewalks’. Now what the heck were they? We had never seen a ‘street’ before, and it took us quite some time to figure out just what it was. But as our reading skills improved, we had to use the dictionary less and less often.
As I was looking through the bible one day, I noticed that there was a lot of information about our family written there on some of the blank pages. There was information on when everyone was born, who our grandparents were, and a short history of our family in general. Looking further through the book, there were several blank pages in the back. There, mother had written several important items for us to refer to. One of them pertained to sexual intercourse. It gave an account of what age that I would expect to be menstruating, and the best times to have intercourse without getting pregnant. It also told about douching to minimize the chances of getting pregnant. There were also passages on how to care for a baby.
There also was a medical dictionary, and I spent many hours pouring over what it contained. I found several words that were very important to us, like the words for his and my genitals. The words for what we were doing to each other. It described the feelings that Mike and I got when we were having sex. I also found the word for that wonderful hole inside me. There was also a description of the workings of my sexual parts, and of Mike’s sexual parts. 
We learned quite a bit from those two books. Also, there were several novels, love stories that mom liked to read. We learned a little also from what those stories revealed. There also was a small atlas that gave descriptions of countries and of the known world.
I guess that mother had realized that being stuck on this island far away from civilization, Mike and I would eventually have sex with each other. I knew that she had that one right, and of course, our sexual attraction for each other soon became about as strong as it could get.
As the days continued to slip by, our sex with each other became our principle pastime and major activity. We devised all sorts of different ways and games in order to enjoy our sex with each other better. I felt it was just like being addicted to a drug of some sort. It kept us close together, and our arms were always around each other when we weren’t doing anything else.
One day, as we were happily locked together in our favorite activity, Mike and I were happily pumping away when Mike gave me two real nice orgasms before he finally had his. But this time, when he climaxed, I felt some fluid shoot out of his penis into me. As we continued, I realized that the fluid that he shot into me really lubricated things up real nicely. Then, when he had another climax, he shot even more of that fluid into me while realizing that it felt real good again. As I happily had more of my orgasms, I felt him shoot into me for the third time. But then, as he tried to continue, he complained of it hurting down there, not in his penis, but somewhere behind it, so we now had to quit and wait quite a while before we could do it again. 
When his penis exited my vagina, I saw a whole lot of this gooey whitish fluid flow out, and that’s when I realized just what mother was talking about. But I still had not had one of those periods that she had mentioned yet. 
As I checked the medical dictionary, I found that Mike was now shooting out his sperm that was supposed to make babies if it came in contact with a mother’s egg. So, I surmised that I was still too young to have any of those eggs yet.
Well, of course, that put a crimp on our sexual activities and we found out that Mike could climax only three or maybe four times a day at the most. But to offset that restriction, Mike used his mouth on me so that I could have even more orgasms. 
Also, as we grew older, I realized that our climaxes continued to get greater and greater. 
We continued on having our fun, when one day, I noticed that my breasts were starting to grow. Then, a short time later, I saw hair starting to grow all around my vulva. It was then when I remembered mother’s hair. Why she had a regular bush down there that sort of hid everything, and because of that, I don’t ever remember of actually really seeing mother’s vulva. 
Mike also mentioned that because my beautiful vulva was sprouting hair, it was now starting to turn sort of ugly. It was then that I realized that I was gradually turning into a woman, and I no longer dared to allow Mike to put his penis into me.
A short time later, I noticed a sudden discharge of blood from my vagina. Several days later when the bleeding stopped, I looked at mother’s chart. It said that I could now allow Mike to have sex with me for only the week just before my next menstruation and then he would have to stop. We tried to keep each other happy and satisfied with our hands and mouth, but we now had to be very careful about when he entered me.
I quickly made up a chart using pieces of bamboo, and we kept careful track of it. When it got to the short pieces we could have sex. The longer pieces meant that we could no longer do it.
But, in spite of the chart, I still got pregnant. I realized that when I missed a period. 
Mike now banged on me as much as he could during my period of pregnancy because we knew that he couldn’t get me any more pregnant than I already was. 
Of course, I continued to read the medical dictionary and read mother’s advice that was in the bible so that when the baby came, we would be as prepared as we could get, which really wasn’t very much.
The day I gave birth, was very frightening for both of us. I remember hurting down there so much that I thought that I would be split wide open. But suddenly, out it came. We managed to cut the cord and Mike washed the baby in some water, and gave her to me. Yes, it was a girl. So we named it Ruth from the Ruth in the bible.
For the next several days we were beside ourselves trying to take care of the baby. Since we no longer had any cloth, I tried weaving split palm leaves into something that we could use. Since I had several wool blankets, we used two of them for her bed. Of course, I knew what my breasts were for, and every time the baby was hungry, I would let her feed on one of them. Of course, Mike liked to watch Ruth feed off of my breasts, and he even tried it once himself to find out what the baby got.
About six monthlies after Ruth was born, I missed another period. Mike again had a field day banging away on me until the baby was born. This time we knew what to do, and this one didn’t hurt quite as much as Ruth did coming out, but it still wasn’t pleasant. I guess Ruth stretched my vagina enough so this birth was much easier. 
Looking in the bible once more, we named this baby John.
Looking at our period calendar, we took one day off of the beginning of the safe days to see if that worked. The medical dictionary said that it wasn’t good for Mike and I to have babies because we were both brother and sister, but we didn’t know what else to do. We certainly weren’t going to just sit around and just play with ourselves when we could give each other the sexual feelings that we so craved.
Being as we were, we couldn’t wear any clothes because we didn’t have any except for a piece of woven grass cloth to go around our waists to protect ourselves when we went inland in search for food. The woven grass cloth was very uncomfortable on us, so we wore it only when we had to. So we continued to go around naked most of the time. 
As soon as Ruth was house broken and running around, she would get on Mike’s lap so that he could rub her puffy vulva for her. She really liked that. Soon after, John would get on my lap because he loved to have me play with his little penis.
I had started another calendar when Ruth was born, and it was three years later, when both Ruth and John were running around getting into things, that I got pregnant again. 
By now, Mike had grown to be a big muscular man, and I believe that I was now about the same height as my mother was when she died. 
Esther was finally born, and she was about as difficult as John coming out. Now we had three children, and in spite being born of a brother and sister, they all seemed very healthy to us.
Neither Mike nor I had any so called morals taught to us, so not knowing any differently, we just let the kids do anything that they thought was fun with each other as long as they didn’t hurt each other. The kids would sometimes play with little Esther’s vulva and she would just lay there and smile and wave her arms around.
We both tried to school the kids as best as we could with what we had on hand.
I guess Ruth was about six according to my calendar, when we spotted a ship anchor just outside of the reef. Then, when we saw them drop a longboat, we went inside, and wrapped ourselves with our loincloths so that we would be at least a little clothed. Then we watched as the boat pulled up to the shore. 
Since we hadn’t heard anyone else talk since our mother died, we had a little trouble understanding the three strangers that stood there before us because Mike and I used a lot of language that we made up. Our English was now only about half English and half our own private language. 
All I know is that their mouths dropped open when they saw our family standing there, almost naked, to greet them. Then, when one of the strangers finally got some words out, he said that all they wanted was to refill their water casks, and that they were really quite surprised to see anyone inhabiting the island. Mike told them about being shipwrecked on this island many years ago, and that only us two had survived. After the men filled up their casks, they rowed them back to the ship. 
Then, after a while, they came back again, and this time the captain came ashore, and, as the other four men filled more casks, the captain talked with Mike. When I saw mike waving at me, I came out of the hut. Mike said that the captain had offered to take us off of the island if we wanted to go. At first, I was really all excited to go, but then I became very undecided, so the captain said that he was going to leave on the noon tide tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, he would send the boat back to shore for more supplies, and we had until then to make up our minds. 
That night we talked it over, and I decided that it would be nice to go back to civilization. But then, as we both thought about it, Mike and I could not remember anything about what it was like before we got on the ship. I had only very faint memories of even being on the ship, and Mike, being two years older, remembered the dock, packing up, and boarding the ship, and a few details of our voyage, but not much else.
The more that we thought about it, we decided to change our minds. For one thing, the children only knew about here, and it would be a very strange new life for them if we went back to civilization. What if they found out that we were brother and sister with three kids; what would they do to us? Actually, we realized that we were really very happy here. We weren’t really bored or lonely, and also there was no one here to bother us or tell us what to do or not to do. How would we make a living? We also realized that we were really barely literate. We would even have to learn how to talk the way other people talked.
When the long boat came back the next morning, we told them that we decided it was better for us to stay here. The captain understood and brought a bunch of provisions back over that he thought we could use, and that included two bolts of cloth and sewing supplies. He said that the goods were in payment for the fruit and the water that they took. We thanked him and he was off.
That was our last contact with civilization. 
In the meantime, as Ruth grew older, I noticed that she came to Mike more and more to have him massage her vulva for her. In the meantime, John and Esther would pair off quite often. But then, John really loved to have me play with his genitals, and he also loved to play with my breasts, and sometimes put his hand down into my wet vagina. Of course, I had always enjoyed it, so I really saw no real wrong in him doing so as long as it was fun for the both of us. 
As it turned out, if anyone wanted to be touched or have a little loving from any member of the family, they were rarely denied. But the one exception that I noticed was that Mike would not let John touch him, nor would Mike ever touch John.
I noticed that Mike continued to prefer me when he could, but he also loved the variety of the two girls, and would have one of the girls get him off whenever I was unavailable.
About two years after Esther was born, I was pregnant again. It was an easy birth, and I had another girl. We named her Elsa after my mother.
One day, Ruth was watching Mike and I have sex. Afterwards, she came to me and asked if daddy could do that to her also. I told her that she would have to break through her hymen first and then stretch her vagina until Mike’s penis could fit inside of it. 
I helped her with the problem and several weeks later, she was ready. I remember watching her straddle Mike’s lap and putting his penis inside her vagina. Afterwards, Mike had sex with her for two months straight before he ever paid any attention to me again. Of course I was hurt and I told him so. So, he promised to do me during my safe days, and then I gave him permission to have sex with Ruth all he wanted on the other days. 
John sometimes liked to cuddle with me, and I loved to have him put his penis inside of me just like I had watched mother and Mike do. Then he would have sexual intercourse with me. 
Since he was my son, it felt real good while I wrapped my arms and legs around him. This was about as close as I could get with him, and sometimes we would lay that way for a long time while he enjoyed the comfort of being loved and cuddled by his mother.
One day, I was thinking about how unfair it was that Mike and John had four females to keep sexually satisfied, and because of that, the girls would sometimes even get into quarrels about who was going to get whom to satisfy their sexual urges. Even I was not satisfied during certain times of the month. But both Mike and John had so much sex, that they even got tired of it, and sometimes would even run off and hide somewhere.
Soon, I got pregnant again. I was really wishing for a boy, and when I gave birth, my wishes came true. I named him Matthew. We called him Mat for short. I noticed that the three girls just doted over him. They did everything possible to take care of him, and all I had to do was feed him with my breasts until he was able to take solid food.
As Mat grew older, his penis was well cared for by the three girls.
Eventually, Ruth became old enough to have children. I knew that either Mike or John would eventually get her pregnant. 
Yes, it finally happened, and several weeks before she was due, she had a miscarriage and the baby was still-born. Because of this, Mike had sex with her only six days per month. 
John finally became old enough to ejaculate, and he soon had Ruth pregnant again. She gave birth to a boy. It looked very normal, and we were all very pleased. So we named him Luke.
Also, just as I figured, John, my son, finally got me pregnant. I new it was my own fault, but I just couldn’t resist him at the moment. So nine months later I had another girl. We named her Eden.
By now, we had a regular tribe going, and it was no more just Mike and I. Why we now had kids screaming all over the place. Those years of silent solitude were now all over.
Of course, Mike continued to get me pregnant until I eventually had twelve children. John was having fun getting Ruth pregnant, and eventually Esther. When Elsa became of age, John got her pregnant also.
Mike got Ruth pregnant again, and she had a healthy boy.
Mat and Sarah were especially fond of each other, and when they reached child-bearing age, they only had sex with each other, and had their own children.
Eventually I lost count of whose children belonged to whom. 
I remember that there was a lot of bickering and fights about who was going to have sex with whom, so Mike and I had to have some sort of reform. So we got all of the children together and sat them down. Then we had those who wanted to pair up, do so. So we called them married couples and no one was allowed to touch them, nor were they allowed to have sex with anyone else. Then we told the rest of them to leave the paired ones alone, and they had to take their chances with those that were still unattached.
As the years went by, Mike got several more of the girls pregnant. The boys also got many girls pregnant. Finally, we had our own little colony. I advised those turning of age to pair off and get married. If they did, we held a little ceremony for them. But with the rest, it has been just a regular ‘free for all’
So that’s how it stands for now. I think our population has now grown to eighty-seven at last count with many of the girls being pregnant right now. 
The problem now is that if we don’t stop having more kids soon, we’re going to outgrow the island’s resources. 

Prolog
I was really quite shocked at what Mary had told me. So I decided it best to start a church and a school in order to give the people some sort of an education and moral values, and some form of government to make laws about marriage and having sex. Maybe, if worse comes to worse, even exporting some of them to other countries.
This is the end of my report that I have written, and I will file it with the church so that they can take proper action. 
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