Ecstasy Island/The Kensington Family/5

Nathan walked down the wide, gentle jungle path, occasionally looking at the map that he'd been given for direction, even though the direction was rather clear. All around colorful birds and exotic animals abounded. The beauty of the island's natural flora and fauna were breathtaking. The kids seemed to be getting into the swing of things, pointing out this feature or that as they travelled through the idyllic paradise. At about noon, they came to a small lake by a waterfall. The island seemed to have more than its share of these features, but Nathan wasn't complaining. The small body of water was marked as the lunch spot. They had been given a picnic lunch which Nathan had been carrying with him. He took the opportunity to set it up on a simple rock table while the kids played in the water. The family ate, and laughed and joked; bonding just as he had hoped they would. Soon, lunch was over, and it was time to head back, however.

"Hey," he said to the kids and he looked for the map, "did you kids happen to see the map?"

"I thought I saw you put it in your pocket," said Alex.

"I thought I did," said Nathan. "I can't find it now, though."

"Getting here was pretty easy, daddy," said Marci. "Can't we just go back the way we came?"

"I suppose it shouldn't be too difficult," said Nathan. "It isn't as if we have much choice. Let's go kids."

They walked down the clear paths for about an hour before a storm suddenly hit. It was a very active thunderstorm that came out of the blue, but Nathan couldn't find shelter anywhere. Fearing lightning strikes, he herded his family under the thick canopy of jungle trees. Everyone was already soaked to the bone, and their thin white clothing was practically see-through where it clung to their bodies. The clothing was so ineffective that he could see every detail of Marci and Amber's immature pussies staring him in the face. Alex sat with his legs crossed to hide his genitals from his family in embarrassment, but this just made him look more like a girl. Nathan was having a hard time avoiding looking at his children without thinking impure thoughts. He was having a bit of difficulty hiding his own genitalia from his children as it was painfully engorged from the site of them. As quickly as it had hit, the storm subsided.

"Well, kids," he said, "I guess we can move out again. The huts shouldn't be too far."

Nathan made his way back to where he thought the path should be, but he couldn't seem to find it. He searched for about thirty minutes, tracing his steps back and forth. He was beginning to feel despondent when he came across a path. Contrary to the path that they had taken before, this path was a narrow affair that was little more than a game trail. It was something however.

"We'll kids," he said, "this has to lead somewhere."

"I want to go back to the huts," said Marci.

"We can't," said Alex, "dad got us lost. Were probably going to be hunted and eaten by cannibalistic pygmies."

"That's enough of that," said Nathan. "Don't go scaring your sisters, Alex. They aren't going to put a resort on an island with tribes of cannibals."

"Who is that then?" as Alex, his voice cracking as he pointed out a painted face in the jungle.

The family huddled together as the native grew closer. As the foliage parted to reveal the individual, the family fell more at ease. She was a young woman of no more than twelve. She was barefoot with paint on her face wearing a grass skirt. Her small perky breasts were exposed to the open air as she cautiously approached the family. She carried a brace of small monkeys hanging limp in her hand and a blowgun.

"Umm, hello," said Nathan as he tried to avoid looking at the young girl's perfect little breasts. "We're...we're lost. Can you show us the way back to the huts?"

"Eyh ploomba?" said the girl.

"The...the huts," said Nathan as he pantomimed the structure to the best of his ability. "Resort? Yoarke?"

"Yerki?" asked the young woman.

"Yerki," said Nathan with a sigh of relief. "Yes, please take us to Yerki. Yerki."

The girl smiled broadly and motioned for the family to follow her using her arm with the blowgun. They walked for a few hours as the girl tried to converse with them in her language. Nathan did his best to work through the language barrier, but was rather unsuccessful. Before long, they found themselves entering a primitive tribal village.

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Author note: Suggestions on the course of this story are welcome. I'm developing the story as I go, and some input would be helpful right now. --Elerneron (talk)