Bum's Rush Ch. 05

Literotic asexstories – Bum's Rush Ch. 05 by TrampsAnThieves,TrampsAnThieves ~~~~~

This is a work of fiction that portrays its characters engaging in sex and sex-play. Any individual who is “getting busy” is old enough to do so.

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This tale is tagged as Incest/Taboo and describes sexual activity between siblings. If that type of story is not for you, this is your last warning to turn aside.

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Week 32

Despite the blissful night of stress-free sex with my sister – thanks to Miriam’s gift of the tribe’s secret aphrodisiac fruit-beverage concoction, I woke up early. My brain was already churning – thinking about what was – undoubtedly – coming – attacks to the north and to the east.

Almost a two-hour hike to the north – at the site where Megan and I had, originally, been stranded on this island, our tribe was actively watching for more landing-parties of kidnappers to arrive. Those groups, most recently, had been targeting Hestia’s father’s tribe. For whatever reason, her dad was still – despite our evidence and warnings – either unconcerned or unprepared to defend his people against the attacks. We had removed two teams so far – one small and one large – and were waiting to see what the kidnappers, slavers, pirates, or whatever they were – were planning next.

Closer to home – a stone’s throw to the east – somebody was actively scouting the lagoons and the entrances to the village. It was possible it was the same group – it was just as possible that this was a second set of individuals.

The fact that the police had discovered Petal – Paul & Naomi’s adopted daughter – in a holding area on the mainland suggested that the women/girls being taken were being sold to someone else. Whoever these “entrepreneurs” were, they were seeking human capital that they could sell or trade to the highest bidder – or (maybe) they were just holding them to use for some other nefarious purpose.

Regardless, I was intent on two things: protect the village that had taken Megan & I in like we were family, and do whatever was possible to kill as many of these criminals as we could. We weren’t going to stop them – human trafficking is a multi-billion dollar international problem – but we could make them think twice before pulling that shit here.

Obviously, the laws of Panama – however strict they might be – protecting the indigenous people of the islands – were not sufficient to dissuade people motivated by greed or lust – so we were going to have to work to protect ourselves.

These people, obviously, had enough money (or power) to recruit a seemingly endless parade of volunteers to disappear without a trace. Taking the ship – from the first crew – the ones that had brought Megan & I here – seemed to have shut things down for a while. The boat we had recovered – and the police had said was now the property of the village – had been worth a lot of money. That seemed like the best way to damage the attackers’ pocketbooks.

I headed to find Hal and caught him as he was leaving for the central fire for breakfast. I told him that I wanted to capture the boats that were dropping off the kidnappers or scouting us. I asked him if we had divers. He said there were a small number of villagers who dove to collect oysters. I asked him if he thought we could build a team – hopefully eight or ten – who could board a boat quickly & quietly. He said yes – but asked how we would get to the boat. I told him to leave that part up to me.

After breakfast, I told the chief that I needed to make a run to the mainland for a couple things to use to fight against the attackers. He instructed me to check in with all of the crew leaders to see if they needed anything while I was going.

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That night, lying in bed with my sister – after sating her lust (and mine) – I rubbed her slightly-rounded tummy and whispered to my son or daughter that was growing inside of her. She pulled me up for a hug – and some kisses that had me wondering if she was going to try for another round.

She asked me about the shopping trip – and then about how I saw the pieces working together. We were new to this whole thing – but she agreed that the risks (and work) would be worth it in the end.

I laid my head on her chest – just below her neck – and she held me close – and I slept peacefully.

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The next day, Joshua and I were up early and on our way. The first challenge was moving the workboat from the hiding spot to the lagoon. The tide was up a little and – even though there was an extra person aboard – we skidded across the shallows without trouble.

Once we got to the docks, I stopped in to see the boss (Alfonso) to ask where I could buy snorkeling & scuba gear. He gave me a couple locations he thought would be the best.

By the time I had finished talking to him, our driver had arrived.

We stopped and purchased the stuff that would need to be delivered first – and then went to get biscuits & gravy. Joshua was smiling ear-to-ear as we pulled up to the diner. He & I stand out from the normal people who eat there and – by the time we were seated – the owner and his wife were headed to our table with our usual meals & drinks. It also didn’t hurt that I was a generous tipper.

Since it was just the two of us, this time, I brought Jorge (the driver) in with us. His food came almost as quickly as ours and we ate until we were stuffed.

Back in the taxi, we hit the places Alfonso had talked about – looking for the diving gear I wanted. I bought a half-dozen, each, of scuba scooters, extra batteries, masks, and spear-guns. I also picked up a solar-charging station for the battery packs – and a rebreather for me to play around with.

While I was looking at all of the diving and beach stuff they had, I saw some cool, wooden skimboards – so I swiped my personal card and picked up a handful of those for the village kiddos to try out at the lagoon beaches.

We arranged for all of those items to be delivered to the docks – and then headed to pick up the rest of the supplies – including a couple more hammocks.

I still wasn’t having any luck finding mattresses like the ones Megan & I had – so I asked Alfonso if I could have some shipped to his place. Of course, he agreed. I got online and ordered two sets – one for Naomi & Paul – and another for Heather & Joshua.

It was shortly after lunch by the time we finished our shopping. Jorge, Joshua, and I stopped by the kabob vendor, ate our fill, and then we headed for the docks. After saying goodbye to Jorge, I checked in with Alfonso to see if I owed him anything. I swiped the villagers’ card for some fuel. As we waited for the confirmation, I warned the boat-seller than we’d been seeing more smugglers and that I was planning to have another craft to sell him. He said that he had wondered what the spear-guns were for. “” he called out in Spanish, as we headed to the boat – and home.

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Just before dinner, Joshua, Hal, and I went to the lagoon – where I showed them how to use the scooters. We threw on the masks, drove the scooters to the mooring, and back to the beach. Even without air tanks or a rebreather, we had no trouble holding our breaths long enough to cover the distance. Hal estimated that his pearl-divers would be able to go for up to five minutes without needing to surface. I – on the other hand – was going to need the rebreather to go that far – at least until I had worked on increasing my lung capacity.

We returned the equipment to my hut for now. Paul and I would need to build another storage locker for this stuff – as well as a place to set up the solar charger. Megan was delighted to discover that the charging station also had a USB charge-port. She was looking forward to being able to use her phone to capture more pictures. Up to this point, we rarely turned them on – conserving our power for when we were on the mainland – when we knew we would need them for communication.

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The next day, Hal and I started working with the frogmen – the pearl divers whom I hoped to turn into an underwater assault team. Once they were becoming more proficient with the scooters, I had to resort to using a snorkel just to travel as far as they could. We left the lagoon and followed the coast of the island for probably a mile. They had no difficulty whatsoever holding their breaths the entire distance. Each of them buzzed along the ocean bottom, reveling at the scooter’s ability to give them easy access to the sandy floor. Meanwhile, the pale American with the breathing tube was stuck on the bouncy surface, hovering along like a drone to observe their playful antics.

Later, I moored the workboat in its original spot, and we practiced clambering up the sides without being detected. I split the team up. Each group took turns standing on the boat, trying to spot the assault team – defending against the attack. The next round, they traded places and tried to board the ship without getting caught or being detected.

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The following day, we circled to the right – once we left the lagoon – to explore more of the island coast. After that, we practiced more on boarding & repelling boarders. Off and on, throughout the day, Hal came out to observe, instruct, and critique. We also worked with the spear guns – successfully shooting targets above and below the water’s surface. The next time we worked on boarding the boat, we did it with spear guns, ropes, and knives on our waists. We worked and worked until both teams were doing well. At that point, I mixed the teams up, and we practiced some more.

We quit a little early, switched out the battery-packs, and got all of the gear hung in the storage locker that Paul had built. I had no clue who he had recruited to get the job done – but it was perfect – like most everything he did. At dinner, I found him and thanked him. He laughingly told me he wanted to play with one of the water-scooters whenever the frogmen weren’t busy training. I was going to have to dig around – to see if I had another snorkel somewhere – but I told him that I thought that was a grand idea. Joshua leaned over and said that he’d like to have a turn as well.

After dinner, a crowd of chittering younglings came over to thank me for the skimboards. Apparently, they were having a blast with them. Once against, Mother Miriam had had to clamp down on the kiddos for trying to shirk their duties to escape to the lagoons. She gave me the stink-eye, shooing the kids back to their mothers, but then hugged me and gave me cheek-kisses, whispering kind words about my generosity so that the littles wouldn’t hear. More than one of them was peering out from under their mother’s arms at the hug I was getting, throwing winks my way – so I really don’t know that they believed all of the blustering she had vented at them. Regardless, she was a tactful people manager – and probably the greatest reason the village was as stress-free as it was. Before she left, she shoved my sister-wife into my arms and told her to keep me out of trouble. Megan’s soft kisses – and cozy hugs – had my loincloth levitating – and we headed for our hut.

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Hal had told the frogmen to get back to their regular duties. He and I had talked, at the end of the previous day’s training – and we didn’t really see what else we needed to work on. Other than planning to do a warm-up every week or so, we were now simply waiting for the chance to see if this would work.

I asked him if I was needlessly risking the lives of their warriors – with the lookouts at the north cove – and the whole frogmen idea. He looked at me like I was crazy and said, basically, that if we didn’t take the fight to them, we’d end up fighting while we were standing on the steps of our huts. I still worried that I was going to get somebody killed. Not only did I not want to risk the ire of the village as a whole, Megan & I had come to know almost every one of them as a person – and it would be like losing a family member.

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I made my rounds, checking on the various projects that I had instituted. The playground equipment was getting lots of use – and Paul was already making improvements on my designs – to try to get everything to endure the abuse that the kiddos gave it. Miriam reported that the vegetable gardens had been expanded – and that the ovens were continuing to meet the demands of the tribe. The butcher was as happy as ever with his cutting-table and his new knives. Paul had doubled the size of the smoking-hut so that even more meats could be preserved. Rowe had gotten the new shovels & push-carry – from the most recent shopping trip – and spent a little time walking with me through the wheat field. He was also happy with how the pigs were doing. Hal was pleased with everything he had and – since he judged that I must have free-time to be walking around, bugging everyone – he stuck me on the range – to work on keeping my skills up. The sling was still my least-favorite – but I was getting better.

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That night, Megan and I snuck off to the beach. The moon was up early – but it was just a sliver – so our love-making would be a little more private. However, living this long without the endless blast of city lights, my nighttime eyesight seemed to have improved a great deal.

We waded into the gentle surf of the lagoon until the waves were touching our shoulders. Megan & I held each other and kissed, whispering naughty things to one another as we teased & touched beneath the water’s surface.

My sexy sister climbed my body, stuffed her steamy cunt with my prick, and wrapped her ankles behind me. We kissed as I took her ass-cheeks in my palms. I groped them – first – and then gripped them tightly – pulling her onto my aching cock.

“Mikeyyy,” she keened.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I know,” she giggled, “your love is growing inside of my belly.”

I rubbed her stomach – and then groped her breasts – and pulled her face in for a very un-brotherly kiss – returning my hands to her ass – to poke my brotherly dick into her sisterly cunt.

“God, I love fucking you,” I told her.

“… and I love being fucked by you – naughty brother,” she cooed.

I nipped at her neck & chin.

“Mikeeyyy! Keep fucking me. The first one is coming,” she moaned.

I fought against her leg-lock to lengthen my strokes – to plow fully into her – and pull all the way out – and to slam my prick back into her cunt – bumping against her womb – that was locked up tight – to protect the life growing within.

She shuddered as the first climax rolled through her body.

I ducked my head beneath the waves to capture a nipple in my mouth – to suck it hard. Her fingers twined into my hair, gripping me, pulling, telling me that she was loving every second of it. I pulled off, grabbed a breath, and attacked the other one. Her keening was magnified by the water in my ears.

She relaxed her legs a little, and I had a little more room to stroke my meat into her amazing pussy. We continued to kiss and tell each other naughty things as I bumped her bits and pushed her towards a second orgasm.

“Sexy sister,” I called to her.

“Yes, my loving brother?”

“I’m getting close. Your tight little pussy is making my balls ache and I’m going to nut in you soon.”

“You’re going to dump naughty-sauce in your sister’s pussy? What will your mother say?” she giggled.

“I’m serious,” I warned her.

“Keep fucking me with that beautiful cock, I’m getting close again,” she replied.

I groaned as I fucked her tightness, trying to stave off my release. Her pussy muscles were wringing and wrenching my fuck-meat.

“Ugh! Megggg!”

Her legs pulled me deep inside her as her entire vagina trembled and then clamped down on my penis. I gasped as my balls started blasting semen from my cock.

My sister pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard as I finished pumping her pussy full of danger-sauce – although – for her – the danger was passed – at least for several more months.

She gasped as her leg muscle cramped from gripping me so tightly – and laugh/cried as I figured out which one it was and massaged it, carrying her to the shallows so she could stand and get the rest of it worked out.

“Fuck! That hurt! Thanks, Mikey. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Meg. You better?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

I scooped her up for another hug & kiss – and then we headed to find our clothes.

Week 33

I had some practicing that I needed to do – that the others didn’t – and I had forgotten about it until I woke up and saw the rebreather sitting in the corner of our hut. After breakfast, I went to the lagoon and – after insuring that I was only interrupting laundry – and not somebody’s bath-time – I worked on getting in & out of the harness while floating next to the work-boat. Once I had it figured out in the shallows, I swam out to the mooring, and practiced there. I rigged up a way to lash it to my ankle – so I could board with the others – and then pull my gear aboard as well. My inability to hold my breath as long as the rest of the team, forced me to use the extra equipment in order to be part of the assault team. Honestly, the only thing these guys would need me for is if they captured somebody alive and we decided we wanted to talk to them. Based on how pumped the guys were, I kind of doubted there would be any survivors. The cops would just have to figure things out from the evidence that was left behind.

After lunch, I stopped to talk to Hal again. My question – this time – was whether or not he thought we should move the work-boat back to the mooring – and use that as bait – if & when the scouts returned. When I compared it to the crocodile traps, he nodded. I told him that there was a small risk they would take or damage the boat – if we didn’t respond quickly enough – but I’m not sure I had ever seen them use live bait – so I couldn’t be positive that he understood the full implication of what I was telling him.

Regardless, I was soon moving the workboat – and double-checking the scooters & battery-packs to make sure everything was ready to go. I climbed to the top of lookout-point to see – if they took the bait – how we would get into the water – to circle behind them – without being seen.

When I came back down the trail, one of the little girls asked me what I was looking at. I told her that I needed another way to get to the women’s lagoon and she grabbed my pinky and started dragging me off – towards the southern end of the camp. Just before we reached the last hut, she showed me a small game-trail that cut through the brush. When we emerged from the other end, we were at the southern edge of the women’s lagoon. I could hear the surf breaking directly in front of me and climbed a small rocky point to discover just what I needed. There was even a small modestly-sheltered spot that we could drop in – and duck beneath the surface – before coming around the point to head into open water. I picked her up and gave her cheek kisses and she giggled with glee. We took the game-trail back to the camp and I hurried off to get Hal – to show it to him. If I wasn’t around, he was in charge of the seal-team.

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The arms-master & I were just coming back up the path – towards the central fire – smelling the bread baking for lunch – when a messenger from the north-shore lookout-team came sprinting down the opposite path. We hurried to meet him. As he was explaining how many invaders we were dealing with, I heard the sound of a boat cruising up towards the lagoons – and ducked through the brush near the latrine to see who was approaching. The scout ship was back – and they were headed for the workboat.

Hal hurriedly assembled the response-team to deal with the landing party – and I gathered the frogmen – sending them to the lockers – with instructions to grab their gear and wait for me. Meanwhile, I sprinted home to grab the rebreather. I passed Miriam – kneeling beside the trail – as she petted the grass with her palms, grabbed fistfuls of dust to hold aloft to slip through her fingers, and called to the island spirits to go with the warriors and protect the village. I mentally joined my prayers to hers.

Once I reached the lockers – and made sure everyone had what they needed – I led the way to the game trail the little girl had shown me just a couple hours earlier. We ducked under low branches and ran through the brush – and finally arrived at our destination. The women’s lagoon was empty.

I quickly explained what we were doing, donned my mask & rebreather, checked my scooter to be sure it was ready, and then led the way down the rocks, dropping beneath the surface. Once the rest of the team joined me, we took off – to the left – to see about dealing with the scout-ship.

When I cleared the point, I surfaced and looked. They had two men on the workboat – searching it – and nobody was looking our way. I gave the boys a thumbs-up and we ducked beneath the waves – sinking low enough to prevent anybody, who glanced our direction, from noticing us. In practice, as long as we were a couple yards below the surface, it was impossible to tell what we were – just some oddly shaped dolphins.

We got to the edge of the boat without being discovered. Two of us floated on the surface – with spear-guns aimed and ready – while the rest of the team climbed aboard. By the time I rolled over the side of the ship, it was over. I walked into the cabin area as the last crew member reached for his leg-knife – and took a spear-gun bolt to his heart & lung. I grabbed the corpse and pulled him away from the steering wheel – so no more of his body fluids – would pump onto the controls. They were already red & slippery in several places.

We dragged the bodies of the two boarders from our workboat – back to their ship – and then collected up the spear-bolts, ripping a few wounds open worse than they already were. The attackers didn’t complain. I grabbed their keys from the ignition, and Seal Team Six disappeared back, beneath the waves – to return to camp.

We swapped our battery packs, grabbed water-skins and a satchel of trail food that the women were holding at-the-ready – and jogged up the northern trail to see if Hal needed us.

We got to the lookout-station as Hal was finishing getting his team into position. The scouts reported that ten men had taken the path to Hestia’s village once again. The weapons-leader’s team had been ready for several minutes when we heard the bird-call to warn us that the smugglers were returning. Hal went to coordinate and assist his team. The frogmen and I moved back to the practice-field and waited.

Two bird-calls sounded and we moved up to survey the damage. Five young girls – including Hestia’s arrogant sister – were surrounding Trace – jabbering about what had happened. Hal and the others were dragging the bodies together. I walked over and asked him if he wanted to try something. He smiled and said ‘yes’.

“I haven’t even told you what I’m planning yet.”

He just laughed.

I looked around until I found the smuggler with the flare-gun and retrieved it.

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The frogmen and I waded into the surf, scootered out to just past where I had seen the ship stop before, and I raised my hand to Hal – who fired the flare gun and then ducked behind the brush.

We heard the boat engine start and the warriors took a breath and pointed their scooters at the floor of the bay. I put my rebreather on and did the same. On the beach, two members of Hal’s team – dressed in dead men’s clothes – were dragging the dinghy towards the water.

Once the boat was overhead, we shut off the scooters and floated to the surface. Once again, two of us covered the boarders with spear-guns as the rest of the team clambered over the sides of the fishing boat. I glanced to my left to see Hal’s men still struggling with the dinghy – a smile spreading across my face. I wasn’t hearing any spear-guns fired – and the other gunner was already climbing aboard – so I brushed away my mirth – and got back to my job.

Seal Team Six had two smugglers in custody. My policeman friend should be happy about that. They were trussed up like prize hogs by the time I plopped into the captain’s seat and took us in closer to shore – where I dropped the anchor. Over the next half-hour, we ferried the bodies onto the big boat as Hal and I discussed next steps.

Trace and half of the response team – once again – were headed to Hestia’s village to return the stolen girls. They would, undoubtedly be the last ones back to the village. Hal and the rest of his team would head south, to let the elders know what had happened. The frogmen and I were going to see if we could find our way around the island to the lagoons with our floating morgue and the two captives. We talked about continuing to man the lookout post – but we were both pretty sure that it would be a while before we needed to keep watch. I gave Hal the forearm-grip in goodbye – and took the last dinghy ride out to the captured tour-boat.

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We made our way into the lagoon – anchoring just inside of where the other floating mausoleum was moored – just as Hal appeared on the beach with the elders.

I briefly thought about leaving the captives on the floating funeral home for the night – but got worried that they might break free and try to radio for help – so we loaded them into the dinghy and rowed them ashore – where they were tied to palm-trees and given a drink of water – which they turned down. I warned them it would be a long night but they just glared at me.

I turned to find one of the younger boys with a cup of berry juice. I shook my head, no, at him and he huffed at me. I laughed and shooed him away. The little demon had planned to pour some of the syrup on the prisoners so he could watch the ants torment them. My biggest opposition to the idea was that I would have to get the ants off of them, in the morning, before I loaded them aboard to haul them to the mainland to hand over to the police.

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We gathered at the council fire and talked about the plan for the next day. Paul, Joshua, and I would each be captaining one of the boats. Naomi, Heather, and Megan would come along to serve as lookouts and assistants. Although the two captured vessels were larger than the work-boat, I was confident that Joshua had learned enough to handle it. Paul was still learning and would follow in the village’s craft. I had now made enough trips back and forth that I didn’t think I needed the GPS but – if I couldn’t figure out the one on my ship – Paul could always get me back on course.

The rest of the villagers ate and headed to bed. The response team and my team sat with the wives of the missing warriors – as they waited for the group to return from Hestia’s village. Hestia, her mother, and Trace’s two girlfriends were waiting with us as well.

As Trace and the others jogged into camp, we raised a shout that – anywhere else – would have had people leaning out of their windows, yelling that they were going to call the cops. Hugs & hand-clasps erupted as we greeted the group that had endured the longest trek of the night – breaking out the food – and a small reserve of liquor that Miriam had brought to us in celebration of the day’s successes.

Megan hugged me and we chewed the last of our food as we listened to bits & pieces of conversations – as each of the warriors told their women (and kids) about their grand adventure. I laughed softly at some of the grandiose descriptions, glad that we had gotten through the day without serious injury.

Remembering the actions of the chieftain’s wife – as I hurried to battle – several hours before – I stepped away from my sister-wife, dropped to my knees, and repeated the motions that I had watched Miriam perform, finally raising my eyes to the night sky, and offering a voiceless thanks to the island spirits.

When I finished, I realized that it had grown still all around me. I lowered my eyes to discover that every other warrior was on his knees as well. I felt arms around my neck. They weren’t Megan’s. I turned to find Miriam standing over me with a tear in her eye. She leaned down, hugged my neck, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

As I stood to my feet, she wormed her way through the crowd – hugging each warrior’s neck. Like me, once she had blessed them, they stood to their feet. Once the last man had received his blessing, the village matron waved a teary goodbye and headed back to bed. The rest of us quietly gathered our families and headed to do the same.

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Early the next morning, we changed our clothes and I ferried each crew to their assigned vessel. Paul & Naomi had given Petal hugs before we left the camp. She was staying with Hestia and her mother. Petal wanted nothing to do with the smugglers or their ships. Hestia had been hugging her close when we left.

I dropped the two of them off to the hidden work-boat and Paul started getting things fired up. Next I let Joshua & Heather off to Death Ship #1. The bodies were starting to get a little ripe. Finally at our ship, I helped Megan aboard and then picked each of the captured smugglers up and tossed them in. As Paul pulled up to winch the dinghy onto the work-boat, I thought about how much stronger – and healthier – I was – after a little more than six months on the island. I would have never been able to pick a person up before – or throw them – or balance in a rowboat to do it.

I started Death Ship #2 and our floating convoy of carnage headed for Alfonso’s berthing. When we were in radio-range, I hailed him and told him to track down Luis – my favorite police officer. I warned him that we had sixteen rotting corpses and two captives.

By the time we were all three tied-off, the dock was full of constables and curious onlookers. Alfonso laughed that he had already threatened his employees with being docked for the day because one of them had heard us on the radio – and the news had spread like wildfire – and nobody was getting any work done.

I called Jorge and told him to come get my helpers. They were tired of the look & smell of death – and they hadn’t been on either of the assault teams – so Luis wouldn’t need to question them. I had the taxi driver take them to breakfast – with the promise that he could have some too – if he made sure they brought me back a big “to go” container.

For the next few hours, Luis talked to me, questioned the captives, sent them off to jail to be further interrogated, and began going through the corpses. I stood by and answered any questions he had. When he asked about one of the particularly nasty injuries on Death Boat #1, I told him that the guy took our spear-gun bolt and resisted when we tried to take it back. He shook his head, sadly, and scribbled in his notepad.

Once Luis’ inspectors had finished with the first boat, Alfonso’s men – who had finally grown tired of the smell and the mess – climbed aboard to start cleaning the craft. He yelled at them to bring me anything of value that they discovered. One of the office ladies ran off to retrieve a paper-box to put stuff in. Luis glanced over as the items were added a couple times – but nodded that it was, now, rightfully the property of the village. The IDs and other information went to Luis – but the money and jewelry – from each corpse – went into the box.

We followed the same procedures on the second ship – and the office lady came back with another box. Most of the stuff was crap – but there were some nice pocketknives, watches, and rings. I was going to need to talk to Alfonso or Jorge about finding a pawn shop or a jeweler.

The taxi driver returned with my boat-crew as Alfonso’s men climbed onto Death Ship #2 – and I sat down to work on my biscuits & gravy. Megan set a water-bottle next to me and I offered her a kiss – which she leaned down to receive, smiling.

There was a momentary commotion as two of the boat-buyer’s men came running up from the bowels of the second ship. One had an armload of automatic weapons. I glanced over at Luis and he waved his hand at me like he hadn’t seen a thing. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to do with those. I was pretty sure I didn’t want them on the island. I looked over to Alfonso and he gave me a thumbs-up and pulled out his cellphone. Thank God – or the spirits – for friends in low places. My quick prayer was interrupted by the second dock-worker – who was carrying a suitcase. He was jabbering fast enough that I couldn’t understand him – except that I was pretty sure the thing was full of money.

Alfonso pocketed his phone and slapped his hand on the briefcase – just before the employee started to open it. On the waterfront, there is almost always a breeze and – if the case was, indeed, full of money – and it was loose – we were going to be chasing bills into the water. The boat-buyer beckoned to me to head to the office with him.

Jorge was still standing around – waiting to be paid. He found a gold watch in the first box that caught his eye and held it up to me as I stood to my feet – his eyebrow raised in silent question about whether or not I would trade the watch for his day’s labor. I laughed and waved him off with his prize. He waved and disappeared into his horseless carriage.

Alfonso’s office manager counted the money as he and I watched. There were a couple stacks of smaller bills but most of the stacks had big numbers on them. I was trying to remember the conversion rate when Luis came in to scribble a few more notes – including the amount of money we’d taken.

While we waited for the counting to finish, Luis told me that he would be processing the paperwork to transfer the ships to the village and should have it done in another week. The suitcase held a million Panamanian dollars. Alfonso had planned to just credit the amount to our account but there was no way he wanted that much money in his shop. I called Jorge and told him to get his ass back over here. Luis handed me a note to take to the banker, shook my hand, and left. I called out that he knew where to find me, if he needed anything. He laughed, shook his head, and kept walking.

The boat-buyer looked up as a new face appeared. He introduced me to Diego and we headed outside. Since I had just met the man, I was thankful that the briefcase full of cash was back in my hands once more. We stepped up to the small pile of guns and the two boxes of personal items. He checked the arms over and looked from Alfonso to me. Alfonso told him that I was a good customer, that I represented one of the island villages, and that it was in his best interest to deal fairly with me because I was a constant source of revenue for anyone I dealt with.

Diego looked through the boxes and started pulling out everything he was willing to take. In the end, we carried them back into the office and spread them on a desk so that he could see things easier. One of Alfonso’s men boxed up the guns and the ammo while we worked. When he was finished, he handed me a card. He said it would take about a week to determine the values for everything. He would hold the items until I stopped in – and then we could negotiate on the price. I shook his hand and he left.

Jorge was back. We all jumped in the cab and he took us to the bank. I told the teller we were going to need someone to help us count money because the case was full and she signaled for one of the bank officers to come over. I showed him Luis’ note and his eyes got big. He escorted us to a private room and went to get the head teller. When they returned, we lounged around while the two of them counted – and recounted – the bills – occasionally checking them to make sure they weren’t counterfeit.

In the end, the total came out to just under a million Panamanian dollars – which the officer and teller were more than happy to credit to the village account. They escorted us back to the front door and shook all of our hands before we walked out to rejoin Jorge. The cab driver told me he was hungry. I laughed and told him to pick someplace. We ended up at a street vendor’s cart.

We ate chicken empanadas (fried pies) and ceviche (seafood cut into small pieces and mixed with onions & fresh-squeezed lime juice, served chilled). I might have been tempted by the meat-pies – but wouldn’t have tried the ceviche if Jorge hadn’t forced me to take a bite. It was surprisingly tasty & refreshing. The little cups were small and we each had a couple – after we’d eaten our fill of the chicken empanadas.

Jorge dropped us back off to the docks and I checked in with Alfonso before we headed out. Since he knew I’d be back the following week, he was taking his time, figuring out the value of the two new ships he was buying.

At this point, I was shaking my head. There was no way the village was ever going to be able to spend the amount of money we had in the bank. Hell, we could probably buy our own island. I laughed at the thought – and steered us out of the harbor.

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By the time we got home, tucked the workboat into its hidey-hole, loaded the girls into the dinghy, and then jumped in to wade to shore – dragging them behind us – it was time to head to the central fire for dinner.

I reported in – to the elders – that everything was taken care of. They nodded. There’s really no way to describe to them that they have a shit-ton of money in the bank. There were no words in their language that I could put together to explain that there was a piece of paper – that everybody had assigned a value to – and we had a bunch of them – and they could use that paper – and its socially-agreed-upon-value – to buy whatever they wanted.

They wanted to eat, drink and be happy – and we were already doing that. They wanted to be safe and – for the most part at least – we were doing that. They wanted a dry place to sleep – and we had that.

I had worried about storms during the rainy season but – if the last one was anything to go by – it was just a lot of rain. We could build bunkers – or shelters or something – for a hurricane – but, if I did, I’d have to figure out how to make it conform to what they were used to – or they probably wouldn’t even go into it.

So I didn’t say anything about the little plastic card in my wallet. I accepted hugs from the village matron and then sat with my sister-bride and enjoyed a home-cooked meal with a hundred of my closest friends.

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In our hut, I ate my sister’s pussy as she used both hands to cover her mouth – to keep from screaming my name. My cock ached from the erotic pleadings in her voice – and the sexy sounds she was making – right before her pussy sprayed me and I growled and used my tongue to bathe her vulva clean as she gasped for air.

I crawled up her body – kissing & nipping my way to her mouth – where she licked the rest of her spend from my face – and then kissed me greedily.

“Fuck, Meg! I can’t get enough of your sexy body.”

“Stick it in, Mikey! I’m fucking shaking – I want your cock so bad!”

I slid it in as slowly as I possibly could. She keened & whined the whole time – and my nuts churned even harder. Her body was perfect and I couldn’t get enough of it.

I kissed her hard, leaned back, grabbed her ass, lifted it up, and started slamming it onto my angry rod. She growled – and took the punishment for a couple minutes and then warned me that I was gonna make her hurl. I rolled us over – so she could hang onto my neck, and then went back to fucking my cock with her pussy.

“Dammit! Mikey! Fuck! You’re killing…. Gawwwwwdddd!”

Her pussy clenched again – and I just kept slamming her tight cunt on my prick. This was going to be a big one. We hadn’t gotten to fuck the night before – and I was ready.

Her body started shaking and her pussy locked onto me again – and it was over.

I was cumming like Boston’s Rings Fountain – a liquid plume of jizz blasting into my sister’s cunt.

I pressed my lips to hers, softly, and waited for our bodies to ride out the storm.

She laid her head on my chest and hugged me tightly.

Week 34

I awoke to soft lips caressing mine.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” I told my lover.

She smiled and kissed me again.

“Do you know what today is?” she asked.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed. “I knew I’d forgotten your birthday!”

She giggled at me as I pulled her neck to my lips and devoured her throat. I could see her naked nipples – several inches away – and that was my target of opportunity.

“No, silly,” she laughed. “The baby is 13 weeks along. We’re a third of the way to having our baby. I’m through the first trimester.”

I rolled her onto her back and started French-kissing her navel. She used both hands and tried to push me away – but I was a man on a mission. Once her belly-button was a sloppy mess, I nibbled my way up to those pert little nipples – where I feasted like I was starving. Her giggles turned to panting. Her fingers went from pushing me away – to pulling me in. I growled and continued my assault.

I heard a boat approaching.

I leapt up and threw my loincloth on – opening the door of the hut to find Hal headed my way. I jumped from the steps and let the door shut behind me – so that my deliciously-naked sister could get dressed to greet the day.

Spears in-hand, the two of us jogged to the end of the lagoon path to peer around the corner.

A police boat was sitting in the lagoon – and a rowboat was being set over the side.

Hal patted me on the back and headed back to camp to tell the elders we were okay.

I waded into the surf to greet Luis as he and one of his officers rowed to the beach. I swam out and met them halfway. Luis apologized but said that his superior was finding the capture of two smugglers and the killing of 16 others to be a little too difficult to believe – and wanted to see the team we had used. I told him to go back to the boat and I’d bring them out as soon as I could.

Swimming back to shore, I grinned evilly and worked out what I needed to tell the others. Hal met me at the entrance to the trail and we talked on the way back. He laughed and clapped me on the back. He hollered for the frogmen to assemble and we told them to gather their things. As they prepared, I explained what I wanted them to do.

I returned to the beach and swam out to climb aboard the police vessel. Luis’ supervisor looked like one of those guys who bosses people around and never leaves his office. He glared at me for getting seawater on his deck. Knowing he would shy away from me – to keep from getting dripped on – I went and sat near him – near the cabin. He moved to the back of the boat and the rest of the officers spread themselves out. As his boss moved away, Luis shrugged at me and I smiled in return.

“” the police chief asked me.

“” I replied.

He huffed at me – but nodded – looking towards the beach.

He hadn’t waited more than two minutes before he said, “”

“” I assured him.

He paced back and forth, continuing to huff, for two more minutes – before turning to face me once more – just as ten village warriors climbed aboard – with their water-scooters hanging from ropes slung across their shoulders. Each man had his spear pointed at a crew-member before anyone had time to move.

The fluffy commander couldn’t decide whether to yell at me first – or move away from the wet warriors – two of whom had picked him as their target.

“” I replied.

He glared at me.

“