The Island, Chapter 17 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 17

... of the pile of seat cushions we had used to make our “hospital beds.” Dkembe occupied the other one, still unconscious. “Oh my god!” she said. “Is that a goat?” “Yeah,” I replied, wiping my streaming face with my shirt, which now smelled like goat, unfortunately. “I think her leg is broken. I’d like to see if we can get her splinted. Can you get some bamboo and duct tape?” She hopped up and ran to collect the supplies, and I enlisted two of the hovering kids to collect some leaves, fruit and water for the injured animal while I inspected the limb. It seemed like a clean break, obviously fairly fresh since the swelling was minimal. I couldn’t find anything wrong with the rest of her, so when Joelle returned, we quickly immobilized the leg with a bamboo cage wrapped in duct tape. I figured she’d be less likely to chew it off than if we used vines. She bleated complaints until we let her go, and then staggered around getting used to walking on 3 legs. Rain deposited the kid next to her, and Summer looked it over with a critical eye as it began to nurse from its mother’s full udder. “That kid’s old enough to wean,” she said. “Then we can keep the milk for ourselves. If we hobble the mother’s rear legs, she won’t get far. We can let her graze at the edge of the beach and collect some fruit and fresh water for her. The kid will stay close.” It sounded like a good plan, and she and Dakota used some cord salvaged from the plane to do so. We left the animals to their own devices, ...

... after providing a bucket of water for them to drink from. “Where did they come from?” asked Janie, who appeared at my side moments later. “We found them in a crack in the rocks on the side of the taller mountain,” I answered as I walked with her to the “mess hall” to get some food. “She must have fallen in. Maybe the kid got stuck and she was trying to rescue him? I don’t know. But now we’ll have fresh milk.” I scarfed down some fish and pork, and a breadfruit. In between bites I told Janie about my day. She smirked when I got to the part about the group sex. “I should have known you weren’t just hiking for fun,” she said. “You were chasing tail!” “I wasn’t!” I protested. “Honest! I didn’t know what they had planned. They surprised me with it. Not that I’m complaining. I think they’d be happy to have you come on the next ‘hike’.” “I may take you up on that. I haven’t been in a good old-fashioned orgy in a while.” “But you’ve been to one before?” I asked, intrigued. “A story for another time, bucko,” she said tartly. “I hope you saved some jam for later. I have a little surprise waiting for you this evening.” “What?” I asked. “You know I have buckets of the stuff!” “If I tell you, it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?” she teased. “You’ll just have to wait. Sort of like you made me wait yesterday.” “Ah, so this is payback,” I said. “It’s a bitch, baby!” she laughed, walking away. After I finished eating, I wandered to the shore, where Sharon and Rodney were putting some supplies ...