The Island, Chapter 26 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 26

... that smells great!” “Do you want to eat with us?” asked Alyssa. Soon they were all clamoring for me to stay. “We have lots,” said Mackenzie. “Pleeeease!” begged Morgan. “OK, OK!” I said, laughing. “I think I know what we can make for dessert, too.” “What?” several of the girls said at once. “We can roll up bananas in wet leaves and roast them in the coals after dinner.” That brought a chorus of “Oooohs” from the girls. “I just wish we had some chocolate to mix with them.” Ashley and Lily looked at each other, then at me. “We have a few chocolate chips left,” Ashley confessed. The other girls looked shocked. Withholding chocolate is a serious crime in the female rule book, I suspected. “We had a few left from the plane,” Lily said, a bit desperately. “We weren’t hiding them, just saving them for a special occasion.” “Well, then let’s use them,” I said heartily, trying to defuse the situation. “This cookout will be a special one.” The girls liked the idea, and before we ate, I dispatched Juhee and Madison to collect some leaves, and Mackenzie grabbed some bananas from the food stores by the central fire pit. The ersatz pasta was a success, and there was indeed plenty to go around. Once the fire had burned low we put the bananas in to cook. The girls chattered away happily, and I learned more than I ever thought possible about high school and middle school drama in this decade. Once the bananas were done we scooped them out carefully and passed them around on leaf platters, ...

... Hawaiian-style. “Oh my God, this is so good!” moaned Alison, her mouth full of steaming hot chocolate chip banana dessert. “It’s the best!” agreed Morgan. “Thank you, Dave!” She latched on to my arm tightly. “Stay with us tonight,” begged Madison. “Yeah, we can tell ghost stories,” Mackenzie added. With both my ladies otherwise occupied, I had nothing better to do, so I agreed. I went to brush my teeth, and suggested the girls get ready for bed. They ran hither and yon, using the latrine area, brushing their teeth, and changing into their sleep outfits behind hanging towels they had rigged in their campsite. By the time I had finished my evening toiletries, changed into boxers and a clean T-shirt and stowed my gear, they were all back in place on their beds around the dying fire, wearing sleep shirts, pajamas and nighties. I arranged my own bedroll and collapsed onto the sand, still sore from Janie’s earlier attack on me. Morgan immediately climbed on top of me, laying her head on my shoulder. “All right,” I said. “Who’s going first?” “I will,” said Madison, and told a story about a gremlin who tried to destroy a plane in flight. The girls were enthralled, and I decided not to tell them this had been a Twilight Zone episode from before even I was born. Hey, a good story is eternal. Alison spun a tale of a zombie attack at a summer camp that had the girls squealing in fright at every surprise twist, and sent the twins into each other’s arms, and Mackenzie into my bedroll to grip ...