Bum's Rush Ch. 06

Literotic asexstories – Bum's Rush Ch. 06 by TrampsAnThieves,TrampsAnThieves ~~~~~

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 35 ~~~

The villagers turned out in-force to bring in the wheat crop. The men cut the stalks of grain, the teens carried the bundles to the processing area, the smaller boys separated the wheat from the straw, the young women winnowed & thrashed it, the little girls gathered the kernels, the older women milled it, and the adult women bagged it.

Miriam (always thinking ahead) had saved the bags from the wheat we’d been buying. Those bags were now being used to hold the fruits of our toil. The heavy sacks were loaded onto push-carries and moved off to the new storage building that Paul & Rowe had designed and built – near the structures used for food preparation. It had a raised section- where the wheat would be stored – to help reduce problems with pests. It also had a pit to store root-crops. These types of vegetables were slowly being introduced to the garden area – which had been expanded once again.

A second wheat field had been tilled and planted midway through the grow-cycle on the original plot – and it was already looking good. It took two days to get everything harvested, processed, and stored but – once that was done – the process of breaking up the roots & soil, to plant the next crop, began. That was going to take another day or two – and require effort from most of the tribe as well.

Joshua and I were excused from those tasks to go deal with the tribe’s money “problems”. The problem was, we were getting more and more money – and had almost nothing to spend it on. We stepped onto the dock to find Alfonso waiting to greet us.

He went with us to the police station – to visit Luis – to get the boat titles. From there, Jorge taxied the three of us to the bank – where we completed the paperwork to officially sell the two ships to Alfonso. The tribe ended up with even more money in their accounts.

Once that was done, the boat buyer rode with us to visit Diego. Alfonso nodded to both of us as we completed the sale of the loot we had recovered from the boats and the dead human traffickers. I shook the pawn broker’s hand and we headed back to the docks. Although Diego seemed nice – and I thought we had gotten a fair deal (mostly because Alfonso had overseen everything) – I sincerely hoped that I would never be returning to sell more items that I had recovered from the corpses of men who couldn’t be convinced to leave our island alone.

As we got ready to leave, Alfonso brought over the mattresses that I had ordered for Naomi & Paul – as well as the ones I’d gotten for Heather & Joshua. We loaded them aboard and took off.

~~~

When Joshua and I got home, we found Hestia’s father joining us for the evening meal. Although I tried not to eavesdrop, it wasn’t difficult to figure out that Hestia’s sister was being difficult and their father was trying to figure out what to do with the girl.

At breakfast, the next morning, the chief asked if I could join them for a meeting following the meal. Once I had finished eating, I joined the elders. Miriam brought Megan with her. Hestia brought her mother and father.

The chief made the introductions between me and Hestia’s father. His name sounded like Rumor to me. If he was named after something in their language, I wasn’t able to figure out what it was. Honestly, as long as we’d been here, my vocabulary was still, largely, limited to words and phrases used in everyday conversations.

Rumor started talking about his other daughter. I’m not sure what he called her but “Nettle” is what stuck in my head and – based on her personality – that was a word-picture that worked for me. I tried not to grin, thinking about the prickly princess’ name – as her father described the problems he was having.

Apparently, the smugglers/traffickers had lured her away by describing luxuries that she would enjoy once she was off of the island. Although – supposedly – she understood that those men had intended to treat her like a caged slave for the rest of her life, she had gotten the notion into her head of escaping the more primitive nature of their existence and she was driving everyone crazy with her incessant whining and complaining.

Rumor asked me (and, to a degree, Megan) about the land we came from. He wanted to know if everyone wore jewels. We nodded. He asked if there were fancy carriages that took people wherever they wanted to go. I told him that most people either had one of their own or could barter for rides (explaining a monetary system to him would take too much time – so I used “barter”). He asked if there were lots of things to eat and Joshua – who had joined the conversation – nodded enthusiastically. He asked about baths of hot or cold fresh water. I told him people usually had a choice of a personal bath or a room with a tiny waterfall in their homes. He had trouble believing that everybody had a bathing area in their private homes. I didn’t bother to try to explain indoor plumbing to him.

Hestia’s father said that Nettle was bugging him to death. She wanted to leave the island. She was making life miserable for everybody. Assuming that what she described truly existed, he was ready to give in, and send her off with a guard contingent.

I told him that all of those things existed and that I would look into where we could settle Nettle the next time I went to the mainland. Miriam’s husband put his hand on my shoulder and – basically – told me to make that task my first priority.

After thinking for a bit, I pulled Hestia aside and asked her if she would be willing to go with Megan and I on the boat to find out if this was possible. We would also show her the things her father had wanted to know about. She said she would go with us.

I turned to Rumor and Brook (Hestia’s parents) and informed them of the plan. I also warned them that – once we moved Nettle to the mainland – she would be on her own – and would probably never return. The two of them stepped away, spoke quietly together for a moment, and then rejoined the group.

Megan and I were instructed to take Hestia and Trace (the former Scout) with us. We would show them all of the things the foreign chief had asked about, find a place for Nettle to go, and come back with confirmation. In the meantime, Rumor would return home to tell his daughter that he was working on the solution.

Hestia’s father also informed me that he would like hammocks for himself, Brook, and Hestia to be installed in his hut at their village. He said that he’d never slept so soundly. His wife laughed at him. He gave her a kiss and then asked me if they made a hammock big enough for two people. I raised my eyebrows at his insinuation and Brook laughed even harder and pressed her lips to his. He hugged her tightly until Micah cleared his throat. Miriam and her husband were both smiling so I assumed we were good.

Micah looked at me and, basically, told me I was wasting daylight. Hestia hugged her parents and hurried off to find Trace. We told her to meet us at our hut.

Miriam came to our home just before Hestia showed up. She gave Megan a dress that would be a decent bridge between tribal-wear and what the mainlanders would have on. As ever, I wondered at how she knew when and where we needed to be, what we needed to have, and what we needed to be doing. My sister-bride and I accepted hugs and cheek-kisses from her before she headed off, once more, to run the tribe but let her husband take the credit.

Joshua arrived a minute later – again at Miriam’s prompting – to hand off the outfit that he usually wore when we went on shopping trips. The clothing would be a little loose on Trace – but it would get us by until we could buy him his own outfit. I started a shopping-list and put clothing at the top. Nettle would need an outfit or two to hold her until she could buy her own. Hestia could use one. We probably needed something for Trace. I needed three new hammocks. Rowe wanted another push-carry and a couple more scythes and plows.

Our passengers’ eyes filled with wonder as we headed across the ocean. Their eyes got even bigger when they saw the coast and the harbor.

When we arrived on the mainland, I conferred with the ship buyer. As usual, Alfonso offered helpful advice. He was sure there was a government agency that handled indigenous people transitioning over to “civilization”- but sent us to Luis.

The police officer took down the information and said he would forward it along. Since he thought it would take a couple hours, we headed off to introduce Trace and Hestia to biscuits & gravy. Although Trace didn’t understand a word we were saying, he had quickly become fast-friends with Jorge. The taxi driver had stuck him in the front – so that Hestia could sit in the back with me and Megan. Hestia was leaning between the front seats and she and Trace were pointing and asking questions as fast as they could. Jorge laughed at my mild exasperation at trying to keep up with the deluge. He purposefully drove slower so they could take everything in. Unfortunately, that just gave them more time to ask questions – and more things to ask about. I collapsed into the booth when we got to the diner and eagerly accepted my first glass of caffeinated soda. The waitress – knowing I only got it when we were visiting – already had a second glass waiting for me as she took down our drink orders. Megan helped our two guests. Jorge was already a veteran and was halfway through his first glass of soda as well.

Hestia enjoyed the B&G but controlled herself; Trace was a glutton and ordered a second plate. He was miserable the rest of the day. I laughed as he turned down the sorbet from the street vendor Jorge took us to visit on the way to the sporting-goods store. Trace stayed in the car, massaged his stomach like a pregnant woman, and moaned like it was nearly time to give birth. I almost felt sorry for him. I loved my B&G too – but “everything in moderation” – as mom used to say.

As everybody but Trace enjoyed their frosty treats, I called the other stores, ordered our items, transferred the payments, and scheduled the deliveries.

The lady from the islander liaison agency called and we hurried to get a few purchases loaded into the car to head that way. It took a bit but we finally worked it out where I would converse with the agency representative and Megan would translate for Trace and Hestia. The government worker’s eyes jogged back and forth between each of our faces but she seemed satisfied with my explanations as to what was going on.

At some point, a woman who looked more like Hestia approached and the worker introduced us. This woman had originally been an islander and now worked as a translator and language teacher. Megan and I sat and listened as she spoke to Hestia – and asked Trace a couple questions – to confirm what we had told the other woman – and to make sure that she would be able to help Nettle when she arrived.

Looking up to me, she asked, in Spanish, how long before Nettle would be arriving. I told her that I expected it to be a week but that she was driving her parents crazy and it might just be a day or two. She smiled a little. I asked the administrator about fees. She said the government covered most basics but that – once Nettle graduated the transitionary phase – she would need to find her own housing. They would help her with some employment options. If, however, she decided that she didn’t want to work, we would be responsible for paying for all of her needs.

They brought in a financial person, and we started going over the details. Although Hestia’s family wasn’t “technically” part of the tribe, we’d only really gotten the last two ships – and the loot – because their village had been the bait to draw the smugglers in. In addition, Micah had specified that this whole thing was a priority for me – which suggested that he would not be opposed to spending tribal monies on it. Besides that, the briefcase had been loaded with cash that we would, undoubtedly, never have a use for – and this was at least something that should benefit both tribes – by removing Nettle from the picture. Hestia’s village should quiet down and that should lead to Rumor making better decisions. Hopefully, this would also foster a better working-relationship between our village and theirs. I started signing documents and getting the monies transferred.

At the clothing store, Hestia picked out two outfits for her sister – including a Metallica T-shirt and blue jeans. Trace picked a set of clothing for himself. The salesman tried to sell him socks and underwear and I just laughed at his response. I didn’t know Spanish for “going commando” but the guy finally gave up trying to convince Trace that he needed underwear. He also wasn’t sure why anyone would want to shove their feet into something to make them warmer. Megan convinced Hestia to pick a couple outfits for herself and then she bought a couple things for her mother.

Megan and I decided that we probably needed a new outfit as well – since ours were getting a little threadbare. We set those to the side so that we could pay for them from our personal funds.

Jorge took us to four different food trucks for lunch. We had Trace (who had finally stopped moaning) and Hestia try a little of each thing. The two of them were flabbergasted that so many different varieties of foods and treats were available whenever you decided you wanted something. I didn’t try to explain jobs and money and financial transactions. They were busy picking their favorites of everything.

On the way back to the boat, I called Luiz. I ran an idea past him that I had been considering. I wanted buoys – at the original place Megan & I had been dumped off – and at the village – that had signs in multiple languages that warned visitors that the islanders didn’t tolerate human trafficking.

He said he would talk to his boss about it but that he was sure they could come up with something. I told him that – if they needed money – I was sure that the tribe would think it was a good use of their funds to post those warnings. He told me to call him when I returned to the mainland and he’d let me know the status.

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We arrived back home to find preparations underway for a festival. The tribal elders had been ecstatic about the wheat harvest and had proclaimed a day of feasting. After the evening meal, Micah announced that the following day would be spent gathering and preparing food for the feast – which would be held the following day. Trace would be sent to Hestia’s tribe to invite as many of their group as they wanted to come and share in the celebration.

Plans quickly came together to share in some “for fun” competitions for tree-climbing, feats of strength, and weapons skills. Hal was put in charge of the schedule for the competitions.

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I snuggled into my sister’s arms. Her earthy, sweaty scent was making my prick hard – that and the fact that we really hadn’t had time to enjoy each other over the last few days.

“Megan?”

“Mikey?”

“I wanna fuck a baby into you,” I growled.

“Too late, buster. Some other fucker already beat you to it,” she giggled.

She gasped as I shoved my stiff rod inside of her. She curled her hips forward to keep me ensconced in her carnal channel as I leaned over her body to press my lips to hers. She wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles to keep me in place. I growled as I kissed her tender lips again & again.

“Fuck, I love you!” I told her.

She held my face in her hands and kissed me over & over.

I gripped her breasts in my fists and started pistoning my prick down, into her tight fuck-hole.

I grunted as I slammed into her upturned entrance – driving into her at a punishing pace.

“Fuck me, Mike,” she growled. “Fuck your naughty sister’s pussy. Put another one of your babies inside me.”

The additional mental stimulus was all it took. I gasped and came.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, realizing she hadn’t even cum yet.

She rolled me onto my back, licked & sucked my dick until it was clean, and then took my fuck-meat into her mouth and stared at me lustily as she nibbled and sucked my flagging pole.

I was hypnotized by her gently trembling breasts as she serviced my prick.

As soon as I was hard again, she climbed on, slid me inside, and cooed as her vagina stretched to take me all the way back in once more.

I kissed her lips & face and groped her gorgeous breasts as she rode me through two orgasms.

Once she was sated, she relaxed onto me, and we fell asleep just as we were.

~~~ Week 36 ~~~

After breakfast, Trace headed towards Hestia’s village – to invite them to the feast.

Miriam pulled me to the side and told me to go check on the outpost at the northern bay. When I returned from our hut with my pack, Megan was waiting with trail food. She told me that Miriam had instructed her to go with me. She had her belt knife; I had the standard warrior’s kit – including a water-skin – as well as the pack for rations. We grabbed a second water-skin, for Megan, although we shouldn’t need it, and set off.

I told my sister that – since I’d never taken pictures of our original campsite – I had grabbed my phone as well. We talked about everything that had happened in the more than eight months since we had come to the island.

When we arrived, I noticed that there was more trash around the area than I recalled. Most of it had been thrown into the fire-pit last used by the smugglers – but varmints had, obviously, been messing with some of it. Megan and I collected all of the non-native debris, and I started a fire to burn it off. We collected up some stray coconut husks and other miscellaneous and added it to the fire as well.

We walked out to the beach and looked over the bay/cove where the smugglers had dropped us off. It was so peaceful and quiet. I took out my phone, turned it on, and started snapping pictures. At first, I was just getting the overall lay of the land – then I started focusing on the picture-postcard views.

I looked to the peninsula that formed the eastern/northern wall of the bay and wondered if there was anything interesting. I had looked that way before – when I was thinking about scouting the smuggler’s pick-up ship – but had never had to go out there because we resolved that problem with the water-scooters. I still kind of wanted to know what was there. That would also give me a nice picture of the beach. I asked Megan about it and we decided to explore.

The fire was mostly consumed so I shoveled a little sand on top to smother it and keep it from getting out of hand while we were away – then we headed off to explore the peninsula.

The whole thing was a little larger than two American football fields, set end-to-end. The point was about 60 yards wide and about 300 yards long. It was slightly narrower than the tract of land that the village was located on – but also slightly longer. If it wasn’t so far from the beach – and had access to fresh water – it might actually be a nice location for a village. It had excellent views of the ocean, the bay, and the beach. I snapped lots of pictures.

“If there was a way to get fresh water, this would be an amazing place to build a small village where mom & dad could stay,” Megan said. “They’d be away from the village but close enough that we could visit.”

I only nodded, worried about the idea of bringing civilization to the island.

When we returned to camp, mid-afternoon, Miriam came up and asked us what we thought.

“About what?” I asked her, suspicious of her almost continual stream of nearly-omniscient insights.

“It would be nice if your life-giver (mother) could visit before the baby comes,” she said.

Megan and I looked at each other and just laughed.

I told her that it would probably be impossible – given the short amount of time – weeks – that we had.

The village matron assured me that nothing was impossible for those who believe they can – and who listen to the spirits.

It struck me a little odd that I thought I had heard that phrase – maybe stated just a little differently – during a Sunday morning service sometime in my past.

I told her that the peninsula – which – as far as I knew – she had never seen – would be a nice location for a village – if a few of the basic infrastructure needs could be resolved.

She basically told me to use my skills and contacts to make it happen.

I warned her that I would probably need help from non-village people.

She nodded like she’d already known that.

I tried not to shake my head.

I told her that I didn’t think the village should trade (sell) the land and she countered that it would just be borrowed for a time.

She motioned for Megan and me to follow her. She led us over to the elders. In a few moments, Paul, Joshua, Rowe, and Hal had joined us.

Miriam pointed to the phone in my hand.

“How the fuck?!?” I thought.

So, I showed them the pictures of the point, explained that I was thinking about building a small village where my mom & dad – and maybe others – could come visit the island. I talked about what I would do to keep that area isolated from the village tribes. I talked about the small cluster of huts that I had thought about building – that would serve as the place for me & Megan – and anybody else who needed to deal with the outsiders – would stay in order to stay in close proximity. I talked about the infrastructure (in general terms of water, food, storage, and waste) that would need to be built and maintained – as well as the small staff that would need to be employed to serve as liaisons.

They all nodded.

“What in the literal hell?” I whispered to Megan.

All she replied was, “Lease agreement.”

I explained to them that I didn’t want the village to give away or sell the property – so I planned to arrange it as a “loan” – for a long time – but that the property and any improvements – would be owned by the tribe when the agreement ended.

Everyone nodded again and the chief held out his hand for the standard forearm-grip to “seal the deal”. I grasped his forearm and he smiled.

I watched each of their faces – as they split off and left – to see if Miriam had somehow badgered them into this. I couldn’t read any non-verbal communication happening.

The next thing I knew, I was getting hugs and cheek-kisses from Miriam and she was telling me not to waste daylight.

I ate dinner, still stunned.

I puzzled everything through my brain as my sister fucked herself on my cock. I was completely distracted until she ejaculated onto my groin – moaning, and writhing. Lust took over. I grabbed her hips and fucked myself into her needy twat until I dumped my load inside her.

My brain fuzzed-out and I held my sister in my arms and closed my eyes.

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Feast day had arrived!

Breakfast was mostly normal – if with more eggs than usual. I, once again, lamented the fact that we had no cheese on the island.

The morning passed with everyone sharing in a fruit buffet as we visited around the central fire.

Midway through the morning, Trace came jogging in to announce that the contingent from Hestia’s village would be arriving within the hour. Miriam got a headcount from him and the food squad went into high-gear, making sure that we had platters, places, and food for everyone.

When they arrived, there were a couple official proclamations from the chiefs and then we started into a long, relaxed lunch that was set up as a huge buffet.

The leaders from each tribe led the food-line and then it turned into a good-natured “no, no, you first” queue to grab a platter and fill it with whatever your heart desired.

Once Megan and I were seated, Nettle stood and headed our direction. Hestia moved quickly to join us. Her sister scowled at her but didn’t say anything.

“Have you made the arrangements?” Nettle asked.

I started to answer but Hestia stepped up and said, “What did father tell you?”

If her response had only been verbal, I might have let her little sister weather the storm for herself – she was (sort of) putting herself in the middle. However, Nettle chose to raise her hand to strike the 10-year-old. I stepped between them and her fist collided with my chest.

When she had raised her arm, the hand had been open – which would have been a slap – I was a little caught off-guard that she’d clenched her hand into a fist for the strike. I wondered, briefly, if she would’ve opened her fingers – after the hit – to try to make it look like she hadn’t punched her sister.

Realizing she had just hit the person she was needing information from, she decided to return to her father’s side. Honestly, from everything I’d seen from the little shit so far, that choice actually showed that she might be learning from her mistakes.

I watched her as she returned to her father. She noticed me watching and didn’t interrupt him as he talked with Micah and the other elders.

That was a lot more patience than she’d shown before. She must really & truly want off of the island.

I approached to within a reasonable distance to the leaders and stood, waiting. My presence told them that I wished to speak. They would acknowledge me when they were ready. I was far enough away not to hear all of the conversation but close enough to let them know that I wanted an audience.

When their current conversation had concluded, they turned to me. I nodded to Rumor and then told Micah, “Once the feast day has been completed, I am ready and willing to escort Nettle to her new home.”

Micah nodded and smiled a little.

I turned to Rumor and said, “I feel obligated to remind you that, once Nettle moves to the big island she will, likely, never return.”

He nodded.

The prickly princess was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her father gave her a look, but her excitement level didn’t decrease. I was just happy that he had figured out a way to keep her from being so verbally combative.

The two leaders went back to their conversation. Since I was dismissed, I rejoined Megan to watch the competitions.

A few, privileged, kids from Hestia’s village came with the group. The younger princess was taking them through the obstacle course and showing them the rest of the playground equipment. Their laughter brought a smile to my face. I looked over to see Paul smiling and nodding at me. Megan and I moved over to sit with him and Naomi. I warned him that I expected we’d be approached, eventually, by Hestia’s father to build a playset at their village. He agreed that it was likely.

He asked about her sister and I said that I assumed I’d be delivering her to the mainland as soon as the feast day was completed. He commented that he had been missing his good friends, Biscuits and Gravy, and wanted to know if he could tag along. Naomi gasped and slugged him in the shoulder. The rest of us laughed. Megan took Naomi off to our hut to show her the new clothes she had gotten. I assumed she was going to try to convince the woman to join us for the trip. I would happily buy her some clothes with our personal funds. She was always doing nice things for others and deserved to be honored. This would be a quiet way for the two of us to do that. Paul thanked me for the mattresses. He noted that they were a little warmer than the native beds – but much easier to maintain – and much softer. I asked if Megan or Naomi had gotten them a mattress cover. He said that Megan had shown Naomi how to make one. He noted that they now had two – so that one could be used while the other one was being laundered.

When our wives returned, Heather was with them. Joshua was trailing along behind. He was trying to poke a finger into his wife’s ribs as she conversed with the others, but she kept catching him just before he was able to connect. She was giggling but finally told him to come join Paul & me and to leave them alone to visit. He kissed her cheek and came to sit with us. I asked him if he wanted to tag along for the trip and he declined, saying there were plenty of people going and he had other tasks to complete.

Just before the evening meal, several of the older teens constructed a sizeable paddock, brought in a five foot long crocodile, and released it into the pen. The playground was soon vacated. Every child and youth in the village was suddenly interested in what was going on. Most of the adults gathered close as well.

A young man with a spear entered the pen. Using the spear as a simple stave, he demonstrated how you could use the stick to create an obstacle to give yourself room to maneuver to get away from the animal. He moved around the enclosure for several minutes, demonstrating his technique. In the end, he moved to the side of the croc, flipped it onto its back, and called for his fellows to come help. They returned the animal to wherever they’d been keeping it and took away the logs that formed the pen. The young man received several slaps on his shoulder in congratulations for his skill at not only keeping the animal away – but in demonstrating it for the rest of the village. Micah and Rumor joined those who cuffed his shoulder in support. The teen was grinning from ear to ear.

The evening meal was, again, a buffet of choices. Micah called out that whatever wasn’t eaten was going to be fed to the crocodile – since he was such a good teacher. His joke got a few chuckles from the villagers.

During our meal, Hestia’s father came over to confirm that they would be sending Nettle off with us after breakfast. He clasped forearms with me before he left to return to sitting with Micah and the other leaders.

In our hut, I laid between my sister’s legs and rested my ear on her budding baby-bump. There wasn’t a lot of sound, but it was already easy to tell there was a life growing inside of Megan’s womb. I looked up, into my sibling’s eyes. Her face was full of joy. I was so glad that we had found a place where we could be together.

I started nibbling, licking, and sucking from her belly button to her taint – working back and forth – and side to side – visiting every spot she liked attention at.

“Mikey! What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Showing you how much I love you,” I replied.

“I haven’t bathed today,” she said.

I grinned up at her and licked from her taint to her clit and then covered the top of her slit with my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. She moaned and writhed and keened and wriggled. I stayed on, gripping her ass-cheeks to keep my face in place – until she jizzed onto my neck & chin – gasping and bucking. I licked her slit and fucked two fingers into the entrance to her vagina. She continued writhing and bucking.

When she finally calmed, I wiped my face on a towel, climbed up her body, and slid my cock into my sister’s slick pussy.

“Goddammit, sis! Your pussy’s still tight!”

My prick slid in without a problem – but her cunt was clenching down on my stiff rod as the last of her orgasm worked itself out.

I reached under her, gripped her ass cheeks, raised her hips a little, and started fucking in & out of her tight twat. She still hadn’t fully recovered from the two orgasms she’d already had – and her eyes were rolling back into her head before I knocked on the door of her uterus more than a dozen times.

As I fucked her, her pussy continued spasming and the extra stimulation was pushing me quickly over the edge. In minutes, I was dumping my load inside of her once again.

Spent, I collapsed to the mattress on my side, facing her. When she came back to the land of the living, she rolled to look at me and kissed my face & lips – just before I passed out.

~~~ Week 37 ~~~

At dawn, Megan & I hurried to the lagoon to get the sex & sweat cleaned from our bodies.

After breakfast, we headed back to the lagoon so I could retrieve the workboat and get the dinghy ready to ferry the princesses across.

When I had everything ready, I waited on the beach for the procession to arrive.

Nettle had on one of the outfits that Hestia had picked for her. She was beaming. I could tell she was impatient to get onto the boat, but she knew her parents would need some kind of closure here. From the look in her eyes, she was already sailing across the ocean – bound for her destiny.

Hestia was wearing one of the outfits that she had picked out for herself. She and her sister weren’t twins but there was a definite contrast between the two princesses and the rest of the group.

Paul & Naomi snuck over from the women’s lagoons and joined Megan and me by the lifeboat, watching the impromptu ceremony.

Nettle endured the advice, the kisses, the hugs, and the tears. When her parents weren’t looking, she would glance over at us but – when they were talking or touching – her eyes and face stayed on them.

I was actually a little impressed. I was well aware of how excited she was to be leaving the island. I was a little nervous about how things would, ultimately, turn out – but that was a different matter.

Finally, the good-byes were over and – with the blessing of Rumor & Brook – as well as Micah & Miriam – we were shuttling the royal siblings to the boat.

Trace came running in at the last minute and Paul gave him crap that he was just tagging along because he wanted biscuits & gravy. Naomi made a comment – that he was just looking at his reflection in the surface of a pool of water – and he relented in his abuse on our late passenger.

Once we had the ladies onboard – and had used the crane to load the launch – we got underway. Trace pulled Paul and I aside to tell us that Rumor & Brook had, indeed, asked him to join us but that he was – truly – looking forward to the biscuits & gravy – as well as another Dr. Pepper. We laughed and cuffed him on the shoulder.

As we rode along, Hestia started explaining to her older sister what would be happening. I was worried that some sibling rivalry was going to kick in but – once again – Nettle was so excited about this life-change that she was soaking up all the information she could get.

I laughed as the 10-year-old named and described everything that the 18-year-old pointed at, answering her questions like she was a tiny schoolmarm. As we moved through the harbor – and into the docks – Hestia talked faster & faster – trying to keep up with her sister’s pointing and questioning.

I had called Jorge and warned him that we were going to need a minivan. He waved at me when he saw us and Hestia noticed him and guided her sister that direction. We stood on the sidewalk for five minutes while the petite princess explained the vehicle to her sister and told her what it did. Although Nettle had, supposedly, heard about cars, she was floored when she finally saw one.

Eventually, I just started directing people to seats and Hestia grabbed her sister and clambered aboard. Since they were smaller, I stuck them in the back. Nettle could get her front-seat experience with somebody else. I was ready to get this show on the road (literally).

We visited the diner and everybody had biscuits & gravy. I also ordered a couple other things for the princess to try. After she’d had a bite of Eggs Benedict, she passed it around for the others to try. She liked the eggs & chorizo better – but still passed it along for everyone to sample. However, when she tasted the Belgian waffles with berry sauce and whipped cream, she held onto the plate like it was a parachute and her plane was going down. I ended up ordering another plate for the others to try. Hestia and Naomi liked the waffles as well but the guys were happy with B&G. We were all miserable by the time we got back into the van. Even Jorge was complaining that he couldn’t move. I told him his tip was getting smaller by the minute and, suddenly, he found the will to get going.

Before we left, I called the agency that we were working with to transition Nettle to the mainland and told them we were on our way. When we arrived, the translator was waiting. I introduced the princess to the staff members and warned her that she needed to be attentive and cooperative, or they would send a messenger for me and I would come back to pick her up and return her to the island. She assured me that she was going to be most cooperative.

As she gave hugs to her sister and said good-bye to the rest of our group, I conferred with the administrator about getting status-reports delivered to Alfonso’s office for me to pick up when I came back to the mainland. She assured me that Nettle would be well taken care of. I went back over the finances with her again. Once Nettle finished the transition program, she would be connected with an employer and move from the dorms to transitional housing. All of that was covered in the program fees. After six months on the job, she could start looking for her own apartment. At that point, we would need to meet again so that I could get Nettle established for the long-run.

Once I was sure everything was okay, I turned to Nettle to say good-bye. She wrapped me in a hug and kissed my cheeks. I told her that I was proud of how she had behaved on the beach, and I hoped that she would do well in the program because there were lots of cool things for her to discover.

Nettle looked at Megan with an eyebrow raised. My sister nodded. Nettle gave me a soft kiss on the lips and then hugged me one last time – before heading off with the translator.

I turned to look at my sister with a big question-mark between my eyebrows. She laughed out loud. The others turned to see what was up and laughed as well when they saw my face.

Jorge took us back to the clothing store and the girls headed to help Naomi find a couple outfits. The rest of us hung out with the taxi driver. I sent an email to Nina & Johnny – along with lots of pictures – and said, “If we had a 99 year lease on this peninsula – located at the north end of the island that Megan & I are living on – would you guys have any ideas or interest in making this into some kind of vacation-rental place that our mom & dad could stay – for a couple weeks – every six months or so – so that we could spend some time together?”

I’m not sure I had even had time to hit “send” before I had a reply.

Johnny’s reply was, “Holy shit!”

Nina’s was, “How soon can we meet?”

Since Miriam had acted like this was nominally important – and the elders had signed off on the idea – I checked the flights from NYC to Panama City. They had a choice of 9:30am or 3:30pm. Either way, they probably weren’t returning until the next day because – by the time we went to the island and returned – the day would be over.

I replied back to both of them and said, “I can pick you up at the airport tomorrow. Just tell me if you’re coming in at 2pm or 8pm. We’ll probably need at least a day to check things out – given the hour or so we’d need to shuttle back and forth to the island.”

By the time the girls emerged with Naomi’s new clothes, Nina & Johnny had flights booked to arrive the next day and leave the day after. I told Megan and she was practically bouncing.

I wanted to treat Hestia (and Paul & Naomi) to some different lunch choices, but we really hadn’t wasted enough time to get us to midday. I told Jorge to take us on a little tour. Our driver drove us – first – to the famous canal. From there, we visited some parks, a couple beaches, and some outdoor markets.

Soon, it was lunchtime and Jorge, again, found us a location with several options to pick from. We bought a variety of dishes from each of the food stands and gathered them all together for everyone to try. Trace had his Dr. Pepper, so he was happy.

Once we had completed our gastric Tour of Panama, we loaded back into the van and returned to the boat. As we waved goodbye to Jorge, I warned him that I would be back after lunch the following day and would need his services once again. I told him that it would just be Megan & me and two more.

I called him back, as we stepped onto the work-boat, to tell him we’d need the van again. Mom & dad had found out that Johnny & Nina were coming – and they had begged to tag along.

I texted Nina back to tell her to schedule the flights but not to bother with accommodations – they would be sleeping on the island.

I called the sporting-goods store and ordered three rebreathers, six hammocks, and two freshwater storage tanks that I could move with a wheelbarrow. I called the hardware store and ordered a wheelbarrow, a couple machetes, a shovel, a pickaxe, a couple 100′ lengths of rope, and several marker flags.

I ducked in to see Alfonso. He was out. I warned the office staff that I had several deliveries coming over the next 24 hours – and that I’d be back the next day – probably around noon.

Having taken care of everything that I could think needed done – at least on this end – I jumped aboard and took us out to sea.

I moored the boat, loaded everyone into the lifeboat, and brought them in to shore. Joshua and Paul were waiting for me.

“The panels have been moved to the outpost,” Paul informed me.

“Panels?” I asked.

“The wall panels for the three huts that Miriam said you wanted built tomorrow,” he replied.

I was getting ready to ask how the fuck she knew I was going to be asking for them, when Joshua jumped in.

“All the tools we’ll need have been moved to the northern path. We’ll leave right after breakfast. We should be done by the time you arrive,” he said, smiling.

“Miriam said you could show us – on your magic box – where you want the huts and the central fire placed,” Paul added.

I pulled out my phone, found the picture that showed where I thought the best location was, and showed it to them.

Joshua said that he had looked over the site when they had dropped off the wall panels. He agreed that the location I had selected would be best. I briefly explained the idea that the whole peninsula would end up being a village for visitors – and that we needed to be nearby but separated. They both still thought the location would work for what we were going to need.

When we arrived at the central fire – just before the evening meal – Miriam greeted me with a sly smile on her face. I didn’t even bother asking the question that had been at the edge of my tongue when I started the conversation with the two builders. There was no need. She just knew and that was it. She might not even be able to explain it herself. Hell, the time or two that I’d had a strong impression about something I needed to do, it had just come to me. Sure, I had verified it with her, but she was much more comfortable receiving these insights – whether they came from the island spirits – or whatever.

Her hug was like a favorite aunt. It was lovingly restorative. In her arms, there was no need for stress. You knew you just needed to do what you could – and the rest would be fine. I sighed heavily, letting her peace surround me. She took my face in her palms, pulled my head down to her level, and placed a tender kiss on my forehead.

She released me and I went to sit with my sister – my lover – my bride – my wife. The mother of my child smiled up at me as I dropped down beside her.

“I love that mom & dad are going to be able to come visit,” she said, smiling broadly. “She’s at 11 weeks, if my math is right. Our sibling will just be beginning to make their presence known. If she has a baby bump, it will barely be noticeable. I can’t wait to see them.”

She leaned into me and wrapped her arms around my ribs. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly.

After dinner, lying in our bed, we held each other and kissed until we fell asleep.

~~~

I awoke at dawn. I couldn’t leave them to do all of the work. I kissed my drowsy sibling and leapt from the door of our hut – to find Paul and Joshua laughing at me. They handed me a water-skin and a bag of trail rations, and we turned to head north. Twenty-some warriors and older teens were waiting at the northern trail with the tools and supplies. We each grabbed something to carry or push and we headed out.

Paul was pretty quick with the crutches I had made but we’d be hiking for over an hour. I couldn’t even believe he was trying to make the trek, but I was excited to have his help. He was good at turning problems into solutions. I grabbed a push-carry and motioned for him to get in. He shook his head. I let him struggle with the crutches for almost a half-hour before I argued with him again. This time he sighed heavily but climbed in. I needed help a few times – to clear a fallen tree – but, otherwise, it wasn’t a bad trip.

Once we arrived, Paul, Joshua, and I looked back over the proposed build-site as the teams split up to collect timbers and palms to construct the huts. Since we’d eventually need to clear much of the peninsula, I suggested pulling what we needed from there – although most of the materials were already present at the location I had proposed.

Paul had a sketch pad that I’d given him and a pencil. Within a few minutes, he had everything mapped out. He showed it to Joshua and me – even though he didn’t need to – there was nothing to fix or change.

I hung around until mid-morning, helping wherever I could. When I knew I couldn’t wait any longer, I booked it back to the village. I jogged for about a half-hour, walked for fifteen minutes or so to get my breath back, and then finished the trip at a jog. Megan shook her head at me as I came trucking through camp.

“You have time,” Miriam called out to me, smiling. “Slow down. You will scare the littles. The pale warrior only runs when something is wrong.” Her smile morphed into a smirk with that last bit.

Megan laughed as I quickly slowed to a walk. A few of the smaller kids were playing on the swings and called out a greeting as I passed. I waved and returned their greeting.

My sister had an early lunch ready. We grabbed our things, took the dinghy to the boat, and brought it aboard. We ate and changed our clothes as we made the journey back to Panama.

I ogled Megan’s firm breasts as she changed. She stepped close, took my hand, placed it on top of her nipple, and pulled me into a kiss that no sister should give to her brother. When I slid my hands towards her waist, she giggled and stepped out of my reach, wagging a finger at me. I eye-fucked her as she finished changing her clothes.

We were early enough that I was able to load all of the cargo before we met Jorge to head to the airport. Everything I had ordered was there. It was nice to be able to manage so much of this over the phone and save running back and forth across Panama City.

I took time to fill the water-storage containers that I had purchased. I hadn’t tasted the water here, but Alfonso assured me it would be fine for my US visitors to drink.

As always, Jorge was punctual.

“How is my friend?” he asked, smiling. “It has been so long since we have seen each other.”

I guess that joke must be international…

On the way to the airport, I called Luiz and asked about the buoys. He said they were working on getting the stuff purchased and the signs made.

We waited outside of baggage-claim for our visitors to arrive. I shook hands with my father and my friend as the girls hugged – and then I went to collect hugs from my mother and Nina. My friend’s sister hugged me close and gave me a lusty kiss – looking over at her brother and raising her eyebrows.

“Kiss him all you want, lover,” Johnny said to his attractive little sister, laughing. “Megan’s probably just as worried as I am – which is to say not at all.”

As Nina continued to hold me tightly, my sister hugged the little caramel cutie from behind and rubbed her belly & groin against Nina’s backside.

I couldn’t help it, my cock was getting hard – watching the two of them – and it poked her in the belly.

“Megan, your brother’s thing is touching me,” she said.

Megan laughed and said, “You shouldn’t play with fire.”

Nina threw her hands in the air and said, “I surrender!”

Megan grabbed her wrists and held her. I stepped back and eye-fucked her body from her thighs to her eyes – and back again.

“Help!” she called to her brother, looking worried.

He just laughed.

I extended my fingers, pointed at her, like raptor-claws – and stepped towards her – aiming at her ample breasts. At the last second, I spread my hands and attacked the bottom of her rib-cage – from both sides – tickling her ribs.

She squealed and fought loose of Megan’s grip to cover her sides and shove me away.

Megan wrapped her in a hug and they collapsed into a fit of giggles as I moved back over to mom – raising my eyebrows and silently asking if I could rub her tummy. She smiled and nodded. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I hugged her and rubbed the slightest mound of her belly. She kissed my cheek and squeezed me.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Good. No morning sickness so far,” she reported.

I released her and hugged my father. I pretended not to notice the mist in his eyes as I told myself I wasn’t going to have to wipe my eyes when we stepped apart. I mostly succeeded.

Jorge had the backpacks loaded into the rear of the vehicle, so we climbed aboard. Johnny and I ducked into the back, dad got shotgun, and the women shared the middle seat.

At the docks, Alfonso greeted us as we left the taxi. I reintroduced mom & dad and then introduced him to Johnny and Nina. He bowed to Nina, took her hand in his, and kissed her fingers. She smiled as he stood back up.

“You own this shipyard?” she asked him.

“It is so,” he replied.

“Do you have a boat that can haul construction equipment?”

“I have one or two. I can get whatever you need,” he responded, glancing at me and returning his eyes to hers. I swear the man could smell business a nautical-mile away.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. We’ll talk more then,” Nina told him.

He bowed again – keeping his eyes on hers.

She shook her head but smiled – and then waved him away.

He stepped aside and left us to our journey.

I hadn’t seen boats like I thought Nina wanted – but I was sure he’d have a couple here by the time we returned.

Megan sat, in the cargo area, under the awnings with mom & dad; Johnny and Nina joined me in the cabin.

An hour later, the island came into view. I pointed out the lagoons and then headed north along the coast. Twenty minutes later, we were pulling into the cove.

On the beach was a small delegation – with Miriam at the fore. I shook my head and smiled.

“Is that the chief’s wife?” mom asked.

“Yes,” Megan said.

“Isn’t your village like an hour’s hike away? Isn’t that what you said?” she confirmed.

“A little more, right Mikey?”

“Yes,” I replied.

I pulled the work-boat in close, launched the dinghy, and took our group to the beach.

Miriam, Joshua, Heather, Trace, and Hestia were there to greet us. A half-dozen of the older teens were waiting at the tree-line – the group’s escort.

As we paddled to shore, I thought about what names to use for Johnny and Nina. I decided that Johnny would be “Storm”; Nina would be “Planner”.

The escorts remained where they were, but the others came down to welcome our group to the island.

Once we were all ashore, I introduced everyone.

Hestia presented flowers to the women, Miriam and Heather handed over food for the evening meal and the next day’s breakfast – fresh bread, crocodile stew, fish stew, more bread, and fruit.

Joshua jumped into the dinghy with me, and we returned to the work-boat to retrieve the water tanks and the other equipment & supplies I had purchased.

Once everything was offloaded and moved to the small circle of huts, Miriam came over and hugged Megan & me – and then the welcoming committee headed south – the escort splitting into two groups to form the vanguard and the rearguard.

I returned from waving goodbye to our friends to find Johnny & Nina looking out over the peninsula.

“It’s even more beautiful than the pictures you sent,” Nina said.

“So? You think we can do something with this mess?” I asked, smiling at my sister.

“Are you kidding me?!” the realtor gasped.

The rest of us laughed.

“Constraints?” she asked, getting serious.

“The picture in my head is that these huts will serve as the perimeter for the indigenous tribes.

“How many are there?”

“I don’t know. So far, we only know about ours and Hestia’s,” I replied.

“The little girl?”

“Now that her sister is in Panama City, she would be the next in line to rule,” I said.

“So young?”

“Her parents aren’t that old. She’s already much smarter than her sister. She’s been studying under her unc… Oh! Hestia’s mom’s brother has a village somewhere too. That’s three at least.”

“The villagers would stay here, then,” she said, nudging me to continue.

“These huts would only be occupied by villagers like Megan & me – who have a reason to interact with outsiders. I expect they’ll be empty most of the time. I’ve considered something like a liaison – that would coordinate between the village you’ll build and the rest of the island – but I don’t know who would serve in that capacity. Maybe Megan or me until we see if any villagers are interested. There’s a government agency in Panama City that transitions villagers to life there – maybe they’d have some that decide they want to step back from the chaos of big-city life. This might give them an option. I can talk to them once we get to that point. By in large, I think your village or resort would do as much as possible to stay contained between the beach and the peninsula. Oh! At some point, a buoy may appear in the bay – warning outsiders that these lands are protected and that trespassers will be dealt with severely. I’ll stop by the Police Department the next time we’re in Panama City and inform them that you have the villager’s permission to be here, doing what you are – that is if you’re still interested,” I said, grinning wryly.

“You are such a damned tease,” Nina said. “I know lots of developers that would fucking kill to have a chance like this.”

Johnny, Megan, and I shared a somber look – thinking about the sadistic narcissist that had forever changed our lives less than a year before.

“Sorry,” Nina said. “I forget, sometimes, how this whole dream started as a dumpster fire.”

“It’s alright,” I replied. “Megan and I pinch each other almost every day when we wake up here.”

Nina wrapped Megan in a hug.

When she released my sister, she looked at me and said, “You realize you’re fucking with every other project I have going on right now with this shit, right?”

I opened my mouth to suggest we could find somebody else.

She said, “Don’t even think it, shithead!”

There wasn’t enough daylight left to do much exploring, so I took our guests to the beach, showed them how to use the water-scooters and the rebreathers. We spent the next hour or so, taking turns, exploring the marine life in the cove.

“Fucking paradise,” Johnny said as the two of us relaxed on the beach as Nina, Megan, and our parents took their turns.

“It’s pretty crazy,” I agreed.

We all rinsed the sand off and carried the equipment up the path to the cluster of huts.

“How long have these huts been here?” Nina asked. “They weren’t in the pictures.”

I looked at Megan, who replied, “The construction team left the village at dawn this morning, so they’d have them built by the time you arrived.”

“Holy shit!” Johnny said.

I just shrugged and laughed.

Megan warmed up the stew and let everybody try a little of each. The girls all picked the fish stew; the guys all picked the crocodile. I warned them that it had a little lingering effect.

Since the small central fire had a shelter over it – like the one Paul and I had built at the village, I had a funny feeling. Sure enough – when I walked around behind the huts – I found the latrine.

I returned, laughing and shaking my head. When I told Megan what I had discovered, she just shook her head and smiled.

“Who planned all of this?” Nina asked.

“The one-legged villager who turns most of my ideas into reality,” I replied.

“You’re telling me,” Johnny asked, “that a one-legged guy walked more than an hour up here, this morning, to coordinate all of this?”

“Well, he was stubborn for the first half-hour and then finally sat in the wheelbarrow so I could push him,” I replied.

“You pushed a guy in a wheelbarrow for an hour?” he asked.

“This morning,” Megan confirmed.

“We left before breakfast,” I told him, grinning. “I helped move trees for a couple hours before I jogged back to the village.”

“No wonder they look like they do,” Nina said. “You and Megan look like you’ve lived here all your lives.”

“It’s funny to think that we barely survived our first day here,” Megan said, wistfully.

As darkness fell, we sat around the fire and chatted. We spent a little time talking about the plan for the next day – and about how Nina’s other projects were coming – but we mostly just enjoyed each other’s company.

Megan grabbed our packs and carried them to the hut we’d ended up with after the other two couples had picked their lodging. She returned carrying a coconut mug.

“Mikey,” she said, grinning. “Apparently, Miriam wants our visitors to have an extra special night on the island.”

I recognized what she was carrying and shook my head.

“What is it?” Nina asked.

“Mike and I call it ‘fuck juice’,” my sister replied. “It’s a fruity beverage that guarantees you’re getting laid.”

“Guarantees?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

Mom chimed in and said, “If it’s anything like the tea Miriam gave us, it’s… um… very effective.”

“Everybody put your packs away and make sure your beds are ready – cuz this shit works fast,” Megan warned.

“The grassy mat is the bed?” mom asked.

“We bought hammocks, if you’d rather – but raucous sex in a hammock is challenging,” I replied, grinning.

“We did it once,” Megan added, laughing. “It was a little crazy.”

“How soft are the grass mats?” Johnny asked.

“Dude,” I laughed. “You’re gonna fuck like rabbits and pass out. You’ll be a little sore – but very rested – in the morning.”

“He’s right,” Megan told them.

“I’ll go hang the hammocks but I doubt you’ll use them,” I said, as I got up.

When I returned, Megan asked, “How should we do this?”

“I’d like to stay a little coherent since we’re out here by ourselves,” I told her. “How about you & I just take one big sip. We’ll let the others split the rest.”

She nodded and handed me the mug. I took a sip and returned it to her, the tingle traveling from my lips to my cock in seconds.

“Are you sure this stuff is safe?” Nina asked as Megan brought the cup to her.

“As long as you’re on the pill,” my sister said, laughing.

“… or already pregnant,” I added, smiling at our parents.

Megan walked between the four of them – each person taking a small drink – continuing between them until the cup was empty.

“Holy fuck!” Johnny said as the front of his pants started ballooning.

“Yeah,” Megan laughed, “you’ll want to get to your huts pretty quickly now. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Nina leapt into her brother’s arms, mashing her lips to his. Johnny started carrying her to their hut, waddling because his pants didn’t fit right anymore.

Mom grabbed dad by the tent-pole trying to escape from his pants and kissed him – before leading him to their hut. He hurried to get the door open. He was already tearing his clothes off as the door swung closed behind them.

Megan and I cuddled by the fire and kissed, laughing softly at the feral sounds of mating that were pouring out of the huts containing our parents and our friends. I stood, pulled her into my arms, kissed her lustily, and led her to our dwelling.

Nina was screaming at her brother to fuck her faster; Johnny was grunting and growling as he worked to sate her lust as well as his own. They’d only been at it a couple minutes and their breaths were already ragged.

Mom was cussing softly, encouraging our father to fill her hungry cunt with his seed. Dad was extoling her beauty, thanking her for her patient faithfulness, telling her of his desire to give her another child. She wept for joy, and he kissed her tears, face, and mouth – quieting her pleadings as he vigorously worked to give the love of his life what she had asked him for.

Megan laid me on my back, and we enjoyed several minutes of sensual love-making as we reveled in the joyous sounds of those we cared most about sharing themselves with their lovers.

As a kid, it had always been weird, talking about sex with our parents.

Here, on the island, those we loved were experiencing what it meant to be desired – and the bliss of working to satisfy the desires of their partner. It warmed my heart.

Almost as if perfectly timed, the primal sounds of several animals mating reached a communal crescendo.

Megan pressed her lips to mine and her channel spasmed around my cock, her breath caught in her throat, and my aching prick started spewing my seed into my sibling – at the same time – from the sounds of it – that Johnny filled his sister – and my father seeded my mother.

For a few moments, we snuggled, listening to gasping breaths fade – to be replaced with the sounds of lusty kisses – and then the island grew quiet.

My eyes grew heavy, and I kissed my sister one more time as she relaxed on top of me and my gooey jizz tried to escape from our joining.