Bertie had thought for a long time that they should build a raft. Zeb had talked about it for the first year that they had been castaways but then he had discovered how to make wine and the whole plan had been shelved. Vicky sometimes made fun of Bertie as he chopped down vast swaths of bamboo for the raft but he bore her laughter and carried on. 'At least we will have a raft to use in the lagoon, even if it can't get us to safety' he would say and Vicky would smile.

Finally, after months and months of work the raft was ready for testing.
"I am not going to cross the ocean on that thing!" insisted Vicky.
"Alright my darling. But can't we at least explore the island. We have never been all the way around it. We could try and do it on the raft, it would be an adventure."
Vicky thought for a long time but finally gave in.
"Alright. As long as we stay inside the coral reef..."

And so the first great expedition of the castaway children began. They loaded the raft with gourds full of water, boiled yams wrapped in banana leaves, smoked fish and as many mangoes and bananas they could fit on board. They left plenty of seeds in the dish for Aristotle and then set off. Bertie kneeling at one side, Vicky at the other; laughing as they struggled to find a rhythm that both could manage. The first morning they followed the coastline that they knew but, by the afternoon they rounded a headland and all was new to them. They paddled until they could see the sun beginning to sink towards the horizon then guided the raft to the beach and, with a lot of struggling, managed to pull it out of the water. They moved up to the treeline and lay out the woven mats that they had learned how to make. They had decided to live only on what was on the raft and not to light a fire. That way they would see whether they were able to survive out on the open sea. They ate some fish and yam and drank some tepid water then lay down on the mats, hugging each other for warmth.

Bertie brushed Vicky's thick hair away from her face and kissed her gently on the lips. He was totally and utterly in love with his 11 year old companion and could not get enough of her soft body. As they kissed he ran his hand down over her shoulder to her flat chest. The cool night air had perked her little nipples up to stand proud against her bronzed skin. With gentle touches he teased the two little buds, smiling as Vicky arched her back and moaned. Leaning over he opened his mouth and surrounded an erect nipple with his lips, sucking softly and thrumming his tongue on the hard point.

Vicky moaned and ran her fingers through Bertie's blond locks, pulling him closer to her. Bertie alternated between each budding nipple, teasing and thrilling them. Then, slowly and seductively, he slid down his pre-teen lover's body, kissing and licking as he went. On his travels he dipped his tongue into Vicky's cute belly button and she giggled. Then, moving lower, he spread her slim legs and licked along the length of her hairless crack. Vicky was in heaven, loving every tender touch of her lover. She spread her legs as wide as she could and pressed Bertie's face to her yearning crotch. Bertie licked and sucked on Vicky's enflamed labia, working his tongue between the coral coloured strips of succulent flesh. Stiffening his tongue he pressed it into Vicky's sweet hole, sucking her juices into his questing mouth. After delving with his tongue for a while he dragged it up and over Vicky's throbbing clit, making her buck beneath him. Vicky squeezed her lover's head between her legs wanting more of the stimulation he was such an expert in. Gently she scratched Bertie's leg with a fingernail, their unspoken code for the oral caresses to be reciprocated. Bertie swung his body around, still keeping his lips pressed to Vicky's sweet pussy. He swung a leg over the 9 year olds head and aimed his stiff dick at her lips......(cont)