Bum's Rush Ch. 07

Literotic asexstories – Bum's Rush Ch. 07 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 37 (cont’d) ~~~

Early the next morning, Megan and I went down to the beach to clean up. By the time we return to the huts, we could hear the sounds of our guests waking up. I helped Megan warm up the bread and we got out the bowls of fruit that Miriam had left with us.

Looking at the tired faces of our visitors, I wondered if I should have bought some coffee. They were all moving a little slowly. Each of them had smiles on their faces – tired smiles – but they were smiling – especially when they looked at their partners.

After visiting the latrine, Johnny stepped over and asked, “What was that shit?”

I laughed softly and said, “Miriam’s secret recipe.”

“Man, we could trade that stuff for solid gold bars!”

I grinned at him and turned to face his sister as she approached.

“I need a bath,” Nina said, giggling. “I’ve got Johnny’s shit everywhere. They’re gonna need to throw that bedding out.”

Johnny’s cheeks pinked, and I laughed.

“Head down to the beach,” I told her. “Once you’re reasonably clean, we’ll hike over and explore the peninsula.”

She grabbed her brother’s hand, gave him a kiss on the lips, and led him towards the water.

Mom & dad came out, used the latrine, and sat around the fire.

“Coffee?” mom asked.

“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t even think about it.”

“How do you survive?” she asked, massaging her temples.

“Endorphins and adrenaline mostly,” I replied. “How’d you sleep?”

Megan chuckled as mom raised her eyebrows and looked at dad – who blushed a little.

“Soundly,” she said, finally, smiling sweetly at her husband before turning that smile back towards me.

I returned her smile.

“Johnny and Nina are rinsing off, down at the beach,” I told her. “When they return, I’m going to take them on a hike over to try to map out how Nina thinks this will work. If y’all want to come along, you can. Otherwise, Meg can hang out here with you guys until we come back. I expect we’ll leave here around noon and grab a late lunch in Panama City before we drop you back at the airport.”

“We’ll visit with Megan, if that’s alright,” mom said.

My sister nodded.

Mom took a bite of the fruit and her eyes shot open.

I laughed and said, “It’s a lot better when it hasn’t ripened in the hold of a ship as it makes its way to the grocery store.”

Her plate was soon empty.

Johnny and Nina returned and changed their clothes. I grabbed the machetes, the rope, and the marker poles – along with the backpack that I’d originally been wearing when Megan and I had first landed here. It was filled with all of the survival gear I’d brought with me to the island and should have most everything we’d likely need for our trek. We each grabbed water-skins. I picked up a small bag of rations – as well – just in case. We headed north.

The peninsula ended up being slightly larger than I had estimated. That meant that we’d have plenty of room to create a visitor space that would be completely obscured from the huts – and the rest of the island. We’d need to build a trail for the tourists to get back & forth to the beach – but that’s the only time they would really be visible. We found an area along the east side of the bay that would work for a dock. The dock would be used both for the construction and for loading/unloading tourists. We marked off the area with the poles. The whole peninsula area was elevated above the beach and surrounded by rocky a coastline. We’d need to figure out a solution to the lack of beach access – but the views were amazing.

We talked over infrastructure needs and how to manage the resources we had available – as well as what would need to be constructed. By the time we got back, Nina was practically salivating about starting the project. She was already working to figure out what she needed to delegate back home so that she could live down here to manage things.

By late morning, we were on the work-boat once more, and heading back to the mainland. I’d grabbed the rebreathers and water-scooters. I stored the rest of the stuff in the hut figuring that – if anybody discovered it – they’d probably just leave it alone.

I hollered at Alfonso on the radio as we made our way through the harbor and into his section of slips. He met us on the dock. Nina immediately started going over the list of boats she would need. He assured her that, by the time she returned, he would have everything she needed. He didn’t have the capability to build the dock that we required so he gave her a couple names.

She asked for his recommendation – as well as his reasoning – and nodded as he explained which one he would pick and what their strengths were. He admitted that it was a distant cousin. Nina told him that she preferred using family because it was easier to hold them accountable. He nodded and smiled. She thanked the boat seller and we walked over to meet up with Jorge.

Nina gave the driver the address for Alfonso’s cousin and we stopped there next. My stomach was complaining but it didn’t make much sense to back-track since he was located along the waterfront as well. Soon enough, she was back and looking ecstatic – both with her impression of the business owner himself – and their ability to provide what we needed.

I told Jorge to find us some grub and he picked yet another street-side collection of food vendors. We each got something different and shared bites back and forth, deciding on which ones we liked best. Megan and Nina ended up switching meals but everything was totally edible and I was uncomfortably full by the time we headed for the airport.

When we stopped, I looked up to notice that Jorge had pulled up in front of the bank I used. I leaned over the seats to ask him what he was doing. He said that – if we were going to be, basically, running a construction project down here – we might want a local bank. Nina agreed. Megan let me out and I headed in with ‘Planner’ to introduce her to the bankers. A half-hour later, they had her business card and she had theirs – along with an account number and routing numbers to get funds transferred over.

At the airport, Nina grabbed Jorge and kissed both of his cheeks – before handing him a $100 bill. After she’d thanked him (and he had added her number to his phone) he waited with the car while Megan & I took our visitors to the departures desk to check-in.

We exchanged hugs & kisses with mom & dad. I shook hands with Johnny. Nina finished her hug with Megan, wrapped me in her arms, and delivered a scorching kiss. Megan swatted her on the ass and Johnny’s sister giggled while still holding me close. Turning to my sister, she grinned and said, “Everything you two thought you owed me is wiped out. I can’t believe I’m building a resort on a fucking desert island!” She gave me one more squeeze and stepped back, grabbing Johnny’s hand and swinging it back and forth like a schoolgirl.

“I’ll be back two weeks from today. Alfonso’s cousin says we’ll have the dock built within a day or two. After that, we can start bringing in the equipment and materials we’ll need.”

“Do you want to stay at the huts?” I asked.

“As cool as that was, I’m going to need a real bathroom and a real shower,” she admitted, a little embarrassed smile on her face. “Alfonso’s got a house-boat that he’s renting me. I told him to find me a cook. He assured me he’ll have everything worked out by the time we get back.”

“She’s letting you come too?” Megan asked Johnny, grinning at him.

“Sounds like it. Guess I’ll have to adapt,” he replied, laughing.

“Alfonso is getting us a floating bunkhouse for the cousins to live in while they’re down here. I plan to bring them down in shifts. They’ll work from sun-up to sun-down for two weeks and then cycle out. They’re going to be fighting each other to see who gets to come down first. Can you get us some more of the rebreathers & water-scooters? Maybe I’ll give them a day or two of down-time before they cycle home.”

“I’ll call my guy,” I told her, smiling.

She laughed and said, “I still can’t fucking believe this shit!”

I glanced over at mom & dad, who were still waiting, and told Nina & Johnny that they probably needed to be moving. They headed off still holding hands.

In the taxi, I called the sporting-goods store and ordered a dozen rebreathers and scooters – along with extra batteries and a charging-station.

I called the liaison agency and asked how Nettle was doing. I told them that I might be getting back to them at some point in the future about the possibility of hiring a couple people who knew the islanders’ language, Spanish, and maybe English. They said they would be happy to add us to their list of potential employers and to just let them know.

Luis told me that they were still working on getting the buoys. I told him that we would be starting construction at the northern peninsula and asked if we needed to give him any other information. He said he would check and get back to me if they did. Since it was nearly impossible to get them out to the island, I didn’t expect there to be a problem – I just wanted to make sure we didn’t leave anything to chance.

By the time we returned to the village, they were wrapping up the evening meal. Megan and I grabbed some leftovers. Miriam sat with us and asked how our visit had gone. She hugged Megan when her face lit up, talking about the chance to sit and chat with mom & dad. I admitted to her that I was worried about building this “village” for outsiders and she waved me off. She told me that she knew I would take care of it – that I would look out for the village – all of the villages. She asked about how mom’s pregnancy was going and – noticing an ornery glimmer in her eye – I asked why she’d left the fuck-juice. She, of course, just shrugged and laughed. Megan told her that we’d only taken sips and left the rest for the visitors. She nodded and smiled, squeezing my sister’s hand.

“They will visit again?” she asked, smiling as if she already knew the answer.

I nodded and said, “After ‘Planner’ gets the village built, they should have time to visit before the baby arrives.”

“Your little sister should be born here,” she said.

Megan raised her eyebrows at the village matron’s revelation regarding the gender of our as-yet-unborn sibling – and Miriam just smiled in return.

“We’ll ask her,” I promised, “but she’ll probably want to be at home.” I wasn’t sure how to explain hospitals to Miriam.

She nodded once more – before standing, giving Megan and me hugs, and heading off to round up the village chief and shuttle him off to bed.

As we lay on our bed in our hut, Megan asked, “How much does she know that she doesn’t even mention?”

“I have no clue but, from everything we’ve seen so far, she’s never been wrong.”

“Should we tell mom what Miriam said?” she asked.

I thought about it for a bit, flipped on my phone, and sent Megan a text that said, “Miriam says mom’s having a girl.”

“What’d you do that for?” she asked.

“Now, we’ll wait to see how long before they tell mom the baby’s gender,” I replied, smiling. “We’ll tell her to let us know as soon as she finds out and then we can send her a screen-shot of the text – with the date & time on it.”

My sister laid on top of me, her hips resting between my thighs, as I tickled, rubbed, and teased up and down her back – from her neck to her gorgeous ass. Soon she was snoring softly. I leaned forward, kissed her forehead, and closed my eyes.

~~~ Week 38 ~~~

Piglets!

The village moms have had to renew the warnings – to the younger members of the tribe – to stay out of the pig-pens. We’ve also had to limit the times of day that the kids can go see the sows with their litters. We only ended up with a single stillborn one. Getting in to retrieve that was a bit of a challenge. Although it probably could’ve just been added to the feeding-area, I opted to bury it – not sure about what had caused its demise.

Miriam visited the pens and declared that everything looked and felt like she thought it should. We used some of the straw – from the wheat harvest – to provide bedding for the mamas and their littles.

Hestia’s dad showed up around mid-morning. He asked Brook to come back to the village to live. At the midday meal, she came over and thanked Megan and me for everything we had done for their family. Trace volunteered to help them get the hammocks hooked up so I jogged down to our hut and returned with those.

Hestia got a little teary-eyed as she came over to tell Megan and me that she was going home with her parents. I promised her that we would come visit. She warned me that she was going to lobby her father to have me and Paul come over and build a playground for their kids. I hugged her close and told her that was fine with me. Her dad and Micah would just need to work out the details. They headed off soon after. Trace’s girlfriends gave him hugs & kisses before he left.

Now that we had extra water-scooters, Paul, Joshua, and I tagged along with the pearl divers for the afternoon. It took me a few minutes to explain how the rebreathers worked but then we were off. When we returned, you couldn’t wipe the grin off of the face of the one-legged villager. Naomi later told Megan that he talked about the experience for hours that night.

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Miriam pulled me aside. She had a few suggestions for things to add to the northern outpost to make meal-prep easier. Since I didn’t expect us to be there that often, I wasn’t worried about it. She was insistent that I needed to build a small bread oven and set up a kitchen area. My bigger concern was finding fresh water. When she was done giving me a list of things she wanted built, I headed off to talk to Paul. He suggested I talk to Rowe about the water.

When I went to talk to him, he said that – if we hadn’t already found a freshwater pool around the vicinity – we might need to dig a well. If it came down to that, I’d probably add that to the list of things Nina was working on. I hadn’t seen the villagers digging anything other than crocodile pits – and I wasn’t excited about the idea of putting somebody down a deep hole and running the risk of burying someone alive. She was going to need to figure out a solution for Visitor Village – which is what I had taken to calling the project she was working on. We would just leech off of whatever she came up with.

Hell, we could probably build a rainwater collector and grab enough during the rainy season to last the rest of the year – we’d just need a place to store it. Speaking of that, I needed to warn Nina about the 7-8 weeks each year that was almost 100% rain. If mom & dad weren’t as interested in snorkeling and that kind of thing, that season might be the time for them to come down – freeing up the prime spaces for paying customers.

Megan and I talked through things as we snuggled. As I rubbed my hand over her growing baby-bump, I wondered why Miriam had told us the gender of our sibling but not that of our child. I wondered if mom would name our sister after Miriam. If we had a girl, maybe Pearl would be a good name? Megan was non-committal on the subject. She kissed me softly and we fell asleep holding each other.

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Trace returned to the village around mid-morning. He said he’d had no problem installing the hammocks. I asked him what the temperament seemed like in the village, now that Nettle was gone. He was hesitant to say too much negative about his old chief but he thought that, overall, things were much better.

After lunch, I was getting ready to head off to go scout for freshwater somewhere near the outpost when Megan came over, saying that Miriam had sent her to accompany me. I was tempted to return to the hut to grab my survival pack but my sister said we wouldn’t need it.

The path north was getting pretty worn from all of the recent traffic – as well as the scouts rotating between the village and the outpost when we were watching for the traffickers. When we were about half-way to the outpost, I swung off the path to the right – moving through the brush – trying to watch for hazards – and looking for freshwater pools. I didn’t see any rocky formations, so chancing upon a small waterfall was unlikely. Still, the jungle was thick enough that I couldn’t see far. Hell, I might completely miss the water I was looking for if I didn’t notice the signs. Having lived on the island now for more than eight months, I was getting better or having a better feel for where I might find it though. Game trails would lead to water eventually.

When we got to the huts, I checked the supplies – just to see if anybody had messed with things. Nothing had been touched. We used the latrine, ate from our rations, drank some water, and then headed back – angling to the right of the path once again – to cover the other side of the trail.

It was going to be well past dark by the time we returned to the village but there wasn’t much I could do about it. Moving through the brush was time-consuming. Looking for water made the process even slower.

It was nearly dusk when I spotted a game-trail that looked like it was probably used by some of the small deer, anteaters, and maybe some smaller crocs. I followed it, assuming I’d find water soon.

We’d traveled about a hundred paces when I came upon an oddly flat area. Just as I paused to look closer, we startled a couple of large birds from where they’d been nesting for the night. Megan gasped, grabbed my shoulders, and I took a step forward to catch my balance – and felt the ground give way beneath my foot. The flat area had been a bamboo lattice covered in palm branches – concealing one of our crocodile pits. My sister and I collapsed into a pile at the bottom. Thank the spirits that we didn’t land on any of the bamboo poles.

None of the long bamboo canes were big enough for me to build a ladder. Megan tried standing on my shoulders but she couldn’t find anything to grab a hold of to pull herself up. We were far enough from the village that yelling wouldn’t do us any good. My ego argued against that idea as well; the last thing I needed was for some of the teenagers to have to come rescue the ‘pale warrior’ for blundering into a crocodile trap!

Megan tried standing on my shoulders at the other end of the pit as well but still couldn’t find anything to grab onto. As she slid back down my body, my nostrils filled with her sweaty, musky scent and my dick started swelling. I grabbed one of her breasts, used the other arm to pull her close, and kissed her hard.

“Mikey!” she complained.

“We’re stuck for the night, you’re a sexy bitch, and – I guess – I must be a little horny,” I replied.

Apparently that was all the incentive she needed. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, her legs around my waist, and attacked my lips with her own.

I reached under her skirt to find that she wasn’t wearing a breech-cloth. No big surprise. I pulled my loincloth to the side, fisted my growing cock, rubbed it up my sister’s slit to bump her clit, and then slid it back down to squeeze it into the mouth of her pussy – which was already welcoming me.

“Fuck, yes!” she moaned as I shoved my way into her tight twat.

She used one hand to hold herself upright and used the other to lift her top so she could pinch and pull her perfect breasts. I kissed wherever she put my mouth – her lips, her jaw, her neck. She growled as I kissed and nibbled the side of her neck – just under her ear – and then turned her head for me to give the other side equal treatment.

My hands were filled with her ass – which I was using to raise and lower her body – and her exquisite cunt – sliding its amazing tension up & down my aching sex-prod.

“God! I fucking love you, sis,” I moaned.

Crocodiles are nocturnal hunters. I had no clue whether the sounds we were making would drive a crocodile away – or draw them closer. The only thing we had going for us was that the pit had been uncovered.

The thrill of fucking my sister – combined with the danger – had my balls aching to spew.

“Mikey…” she keened, as she came on me, her pussy clenching.

I tried to bite the inside of my jaw – to use the pain to push back my climax – to wait for her next one – but it was no use. I gasped as my prick belched and began pumping my seed into my sister’s pussy. I pulled her down onto my sperm-spigot and held her there – attempting to seed her womb once again.

“Fuckkk!” I growled.

I bit the side of Megan’s neck and looked down to where she was still pinching one of her nipples between her fingertips. The ends of her fingers had gone white.

I realized I could see her hands more plainly and looked up into the sky. The clouds had cleared and the nearly-full moon was shining down on us.

I saw a palm trunk leaning over the pit, kissed my sister hard, and told her she needed to stand on her own. She was still weak-kneed but she stood – using the wall of the pit as a support.

I grabbed my rope, stood under the palm, and threw my line. It took me three tries but I got the end of it to fall back to me. I tied a rescue-knot in the end and hoisted myself up & out. Megan threw our stuff up to me and I sent the loop back down to her, telling her how to wrap it around herself. A couple minutes later, we were both out.

I headed back towards where I knew the path should be and ten minutes later, we were on the trail, with a bright moon to light our way. Another half-hour brought us to the village.

I was still high on adrenaline, so I talked Megan into grabbing our swimsuits and heading to the lagoons. We rinsed out our clothes, skinny-dipped and kissed in the light surf, and then put on our swimsuits to head home. We hung up our wet clothes – and our suits – and collapsed onto the mattress to kiss & cuddle until we fell asleep.

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I made a trip to the mainland to get the supplies Miriam had told me to buy.

I checked in with Nina. She had rented office space from Alfonso and had sent one of the cousins (Alma) down to run things. I stopped in to introduce myself to Alma and give her the contact info for all of the suppliers and others that I dealt with: Luis, Jorge (whom she’d already met), the transitional agency, and the bank.

She had a small apartment and Jorge was playing Door Dash as well as shuttle for her. Alma said he’d already proposed to her twice but she was pretty sure the man was just making sure they kept him on the short-list for when they needed rides or deliveries.

I told Alma about the rainy season. She had already been collecting some of that information to help Nina coordinate things but made sure to write it down because that would affect visitors – and they’d need to be warned ahead of time.

I told her I was going to be dropping things off at the huts and asked if she needed anything delivered out that way but she said she didn’t have anything at that point.

She said Nina was wrapping up the delegation of all the US projects and that she and Johnny were still planning to be down the following week to get started on the pier. Alma said she expected about a dozen workers to come in with the siblings – just to get started on moving trees and mapping things out. Nina was already working with architects to design the resort. The job-skills for the initial crew would range from simple laborers to landscapers – and from engineers to naturalists to architects. Alma said all of the cousins were excited. Nina was just working to make sure she had the skills on-site at all times to be able to manage every phase of the project.

Nina was also working to make sure that the hand-off between crews was well-coordinated. Alma said that Nina was planning to have crews work for two weeks – take a day to meet with the incoming crew to hand off tasks – then they’d have two days of free-time. At that point, they’d cycle home and the maids could come in to clean up before the next crew came in. Alfonso had secured two bunkhouse boats to house the work-crews. For three days – each two weeks – both boats would be filled. The housekeepers would then have a little over a week to get things ready for the next team to come in.

I asked Alma if she wanted to ride out and spend a night at the huts. She said Nina was keeping her busy at the moment but that she’d already been promised to be the first to stay on the island both before and after the resort had been completed.

I told her that – the next time I came in – I’d bring Megan along. Looking at my phone, I realized I needed to get moving if I was going to get my cargo dumped off at the outpost and get the work-boat back to the mooring before the evening meal. I said goodbye to Alma and hurried back to the boat – to find that, once again, Alfonso was working hard to make sure I was happy.

The boat buyer was absolutely through the roof with how things were going with Nina. He also told me that the police had contacted him about setting the buoys. They were supposed to get them to him the following week. We chatted for a few minutes before he caught me checking the time once too often and bade me farewell.

On the way out of the harbor, I checked on Nettle. They said she was doing well. They said to give her a couple more weeks and then she’d probably be able to have a visitor. I thought maybe Megan and I would visit first – to see how things looked. Maybe – after that – Hestia could visit. I wasn’t really sure Rumor or Brook needed to fight through the massive culture-shock to have five minutes with their daughter. When Hestia came, maybe I’d ask her about shooting a quick video of the two of them and showing that to their parents. Maybe I could ask Miriam about that.

I dumped off the stuff to build a small kitchen at the outpost and headed home. Home. It really did feel like this was where I – we – were supposed to be.

I swear – when my sister stood up to give me a hug as I came in to the central fire – her baby-bump was twice the size that it had been before. When I told her that, she complained that I was calling her fat. I hugged her tightly and told her that she wasn’t fat – she was carrying my fat, little baby. She giggled and cried at the same time and I kissed her tears away.

Miriam came over and told her to be strong for the baby – but ruined her chastening by giving my sister cheek-kisses and a powerful hug. She leaned down and chattered to my child. I only caught about half of what she was saying.

“Do you want to know?” she asked Megan.

I assumed she was asking about the gender. I looked to my sister to see what she would decide.

She bit her lower lip and shook her head no.

Miriam nodded and smiled, hugging her again.

I asked Miriam about using the “magic box” to take a video of Hestia visiting Nettle – to show their parents – instead of taking them to the mainland. She suggested waiting a little longer. She said to wait another couple months before taking Hestia. She said we’d look for an excuse to have the princess visit – so that her parents wouldn’t know she was going there. Miriam thought it was still a little too soon to reinsert the prickly-princess back into her parents’ lives. She felt they needed a little more time to get their village back on-track. That was the closest I’d ever heard her to saying something negative about the other village so I dropped the subject.

~~~

The next day, I sat at breakfast – with Megan – trying to decide how long I should wait to head up to the outpost to work on the kitchen. I told my sister that I really didn’t NEED Paul there – but I’d gotten so used to having him around that he’d become something of a crutch for me. I laughed. The one-legged villager was my crutch. I didn’t want to force him to make the trip – but I wanted him there.

“It’s too bad he doesn’t have a peg-leg,” Megan said. “He’s crazy fast on the crutches you made. He’d be absolutely unstoppable if he had a prosthetic leg.”

I grabbed my sister and kissed her hard. She giggled but looked at me like I was crazy.

I wolfed down my food and went to find Paul, telling Megan to grab rations and water-skins and meet us at the lagoon.

I convinced Naomi that I needed to steal her husband as soon as he was done eating. I told her we probably wouldn’t be back until the evening meal.

An hour later, I dropped Megan off to chat with Alma and Jorge drove Paul & I to the medical facility that Alfonso thought would be our best bet. Paul grumbled that he wasn’t getting biscuits & gravy. I didn’t want to spoil the surprise so I told him that if he’d be quiet and do what I told him, we’d get some on the way home.

A couple hours later, Paul had a temporary prosthetic and had been fitted for the permanent one that we were supposed to come back for in two weeks. They showed him how to take a couple steps and – like Megan had said – the dude was gone! The staff had never seen a guy with one leg jumping up and down – at least until they met Paul. He kept his crutches – but not because they advised him to. He said they were to remind him of everything that I had done for him. Then the fucker hugged me and I was bawling. He cuffed me in the shoulder but his eyes were misty as well. We headed back out to jump in with Jorge to go pick up my sister to head to the diner.

The staff at the diner cheered as Paul strode in with us. He struggled a little trying to sit at “our” booth – so we switched to a table. He behaved himself and only had one plate of his favorite breakfast – but he had two Dr. Peppers.

By the time we climbed back into the cab, Paul was getting pretty good at getting in and out of the vehicle. Jorge dropped us off, we said goodbye to Alma, and hopped in the boat, heading for the outpost.

Once we arrived, Paul and I got the kitchen area set up – along with the small oven. We tidied up our work-area, stored the rest of the stuff in the hut, and returned to the dinghy to take the work-boat back around to the mooring at the village.

Paul stepped out of the dinghy, carrying the crutches, and Naomi shrieked. Petal raced up to hug her step-dad and I leaned in behind him to counteract the force that she hit him with. He smiled back at me as he hugged his little girl. He struggled a little in the sand but was right as rain once he hit the path.

He stopped at their hut to drop off the crutches – and then we headed to the central fire for dinner. That was the day that Megan and I found out how to say “What the hell?!” in their language.

Soon the quiet one-legged builder – Paul the Pirate – was surrounded by smiling faces.

Miriam snuck over – after giving him a hug – to give me a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. When I stammered out that I should have thought of it long ago, she simply said, “It wasn’t time.”

~~~ Week 39 ~~~

A houseboat pulled up next to the work-boat. I grabbed a water-scooter from the charging station and buzzed out to meet Nina.

Alma had taken delivery of the rebreathers and water-scooters that I had ordered – as well as the supplies that Nina would need. Johnny’s sister called me “Cousin Mike” when she introduced me to her housekeeper/cook. I shook the woman’s hand. Nina said she didn’t need me for anything – she’d just been stopping to let me know she was heading to the worksite. She said the bunkhouse boats were already headed around the island. They would be using lifeboats to ferry people back and forth until the pier had been built. She expected that to be done within a day or two. I told her I’d stop up and check on things the next day. She made me give her a kiss on the cheek before she’d let me go – and giggled when I finally gave in. She told me to tell Megan hello and then waved me away. I jumped overboard and scootered back to shore.

~~~

The following day, Megan and I trekked north to visit Nina. The pier was already shaping up. Nina came over, hugged my sister, and then showed her pictures of mom’s baby-belly. I showed Nina the text I’d sent to Megan with Miriam’s proclamation about our sibling’s gender and she raised her eyebrows.

“How often is she right?” she asked.

“Every time – at least so far,” Megan replied.

Nina shook her head.

She took us over to the space where the architects and the site managers were looking over the sketches and blueprints – directing the foremen on what trees and shrubs needed to be moved – and to where.

Nina informed us that she had decided to eschew using the beach entirely. She would create a jungle of palms between the Visitor Village and the huts. The island gateway – which is where the liaisons would reside – and monitor traffic coming in and going out – between the resort and the rest of the island – would sit at the north end of the path. The huts we had built would sit at the south end of the path.

She was planning a line of trees on the bay-side of the peninsula that would hide the bulk of the resort from the villagers – in case they came to the cove. The only visible sign of civilization would be the pier, any boats that were moored there, and any snorkelers that were using the pier to access the crystal-clear waters of the lagoon.

The plans for the liaison’s area showed huts that look, outwardly, almost the same as the ones used by the villagers. Actually, all of the units in the Visitor Village were following that look & feel. On the ocean-side, however, they had large sliding glass doors that could be moved out of the way to allow access to balconies that offered panoramic views.

The upscale “huts” were, obviously, bigger than the ones we stayed in at the village – due to the fact that they each contained private bathrooms. The huts the liaisons lived in would not have ocean views – but they would have modern indoor plumbing as well. Their meals would be delivered from the resort. Nina estimated that we’d need two or three workers to serve as liaisons – so that one could work while the other one rested.

She planned to fence in the perimeter. There would be a call-button at the gate that would alert the liaisons that someone needed assistance. Realizing that the villagers would not, necessarily, understand the need to push a button, she had planned for an optical sensor to cover the approach from the island side. The button was more for tourists to use – although they should have made prior arrangements if they were meeting someone. Some of those details would work themselves out but Nina had tried to plan as far ahead as she could.

The resort would have a restaurant to supply all of the meals, a zero-entry pool that would eliminate the need for access to the beach – as well as offer the sunbathing and other amenities that visitors would expect. A spa and other services would take care of all of the pampering the guests needed.

From what Nina had looked at, so far, she was planning to have the desk staff back home manage all of the reservations, travel arrangements, and itineraries for visitors. At this point, she was anticipating that this would be almost exclusively used by condo-owners and our tenants.

If we needed more traffic, she would expand from there but – based on the excitement generated so far – she expected it to take a year just to get through all of the cousins who would be working to earn themselves and their families two weeks in paradise.

The complex across the street from the original housing-block was opening soon – and all of the units had already been sold or rented. Those individuals would be granted access to Visitor Village as well.

The architects and engineers were working to maximize the number of units they could put in – while still delivering the quality of experience that Nina was demanding.

I mentioned that we would like to have a water-spigot at the huts – since I didn’t want to dig a well. She scribbled a note down for the infrastructure team to add that to their list.

When Nina mentioned that there would be a small medical clinic, staffed at all times on the premises, we asked about the possibility of mom delivering her baby here. She looked over her plans and said that it should be fine. She intended to keep a steady stream of cousins from the medical field cycling through. They would be on-call while their families stayed in the staff housing. If they chose to come back as guests, the time they served as staff would not reduce their access to paid stays. In essence, they could work two weeks and enjoy the island for almost a month.

When we asked about contingencies – if something went wrong – she said they had satellite phones and there would be an area set aside for helicopters to land. Based on the estimates she had, a helicopter could leave Panama City and be on the ground within 15-20 minutes. Megan gave her a big hug.

Nina laughed and said, “So, I should schedule your mom to deliver the baby here?”

Megan replied, “Let me talk to her about it first but I expect – when I tell her that Miriam said it *should* happen – she might actually consider it.”

“I believe the baby would have dual citizenship between Panama and the US,” she told my sister.

Megan turned to me – her eyebrows raised.

Before she could ask the question, I said, “I would assume, we have it – unofficially – it may have been in all of that paperwork that I did with Luiz at the bank – when we registered the tribe’s account. I’m really not sure.”

We heard a small explosion and looked at Nina.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “They’re cutting steps into the stone – to make a navigable path to the pier. The explosion is probably from the team that’s building the elevator shaft for the service elevator, though. There will be a smaller elevator for guests who need it – but the larger one will be for tools and supplies. We need that built almost as soon as the pier is useable. Believe it or not, we have a lot of shit we need to get up here so we can work.” She laughed as she said the last line.

I looked at the map. The stairs would hook in behind the perimeter fence – so that it wasn’t occupying space that would be needed for the resort. Staff housing would be over that direction as well.

We’d already spent longer than we should have – so we said goodbye to “Cousin Nina”. She required cheek kisses, once more, before she would let us leave.

As we turned to go, I realized I hadn’t seen her brother yet. She laughed when I asked her about it.

“I’m going to tell him that you flirted with me for hours before you thought to ask about him,” she teased.

Megan grinned almost as widely as Nina.

“He’s coming down next week. I left him a couple tasks to wrap up. He said he didn’t want to be here for the explosions anyway,” she said.

I nodded and then waved as we turned to head towards the huts.

Johnny didn’t care for unexpected loud noises – so I could see him wanting to stay away until the stone-movers were finished with their work.

We grabbed our stuff from the huts and headed back home, arriving in time for the evening meal.

Miriam stopped to ask how things were going and we gave her the overview.

In our bed, Megan told me to remind her to talk to mom the next time we ran to Panama City. I told her that I was planning to go back, the following week, to check on Paul’s new leg.

My naughty sibling crawled between my knees and licked my cock until it was standing up. Once it was erect, she swallowed it down her throat and kept swallowing – sucking the life out of me.

I grabbed her shoulders, pulled her off my prick and up my body and kissed her hard.

I gripped my fuck-nozzle, shoved it inside of her waiting twat, and moaned as I slid all the way to my balls.

I got my feet under me and pushed up – into her.

I cupped my palms to her cheeks – just under her ears – and raised my elbows up & out – supporting her head & shoulders and, basically, spitting her between my lips and my cock.

I brought her lips to my own and then started shoving my hips forward & backward between her thighs – driving my cock in & out of her tight pussy – moaning into her mouth as her vaginal muscles gripped & grabbed at my pistoning rod.

I ran out of air and rested my forehead against hers – as I continued to rapidly piston my prick into my sister’s tightness.

“Fuuuuck Miiiiiikey!” she moaned as I pummeled her pussy.

Her tightness got tighter, and her eyes got wider. As I continued to pound into her, Megan’s eyes started fluttering and rolling back into her head.

Her body started trembling and she jizzed me; I kept fucking her. My climax was coming and it was going to be powerful. I fucked and fucked.

Her frame relaxed and her middle wasn’t getting supported.

I lowered her chest to mine – her head lying on my shoulder – and still I fucked her.

I moved my hands to her ass and gripped her tightly – using my arms to slam her pussy down onto my cock as I drove my hips up to meet it.

I blocked out the wet smacking sounds of our bodies slapping together. I was pushing – reaching for that blessed friction that would push me over the edge.

It was so close …

Megan’s pussy twitched one last time – as I drove deep inside of her – and my release came.

I continued to slam her body onto my cock as semen fountained from my prick. Our juices were foaming and splattering everywhere and still I fucked her body & sex onto my spewing rod.

As I felt the last of my seed fire into my sibling’s vagina, I pulled her close, and kissed her hard.

A minute or two later, she giggled and said, “Fuck Mikey! You been saving that one?”

I squeezed her and kissed her again.

Once I had my breath back, I stood her up, wiped us down, changed the sheet, and welcomed my naked sister back into my arms.

She snuggled into me and I was immediately asleep.

~~~

The hut smelled like musty sex.

Since it was already raining, I helped Megan get the laundry to the lagoon. We cleaned it, ourselves, and then brought everything back to the hut.

I grabbed some breakfast and headed to check on Nina.

“What is THIS shit?!” she said, when she saw me, looking up at the overcast sky.

I laughed and said, “It’ll last most of the morning. It normally clears off after that.”

“You never told me about this,” she growled.

“Sorry,” I said, raising my hands in surrender. “You forget how many mornings I’ve woken up here. It’s just part of the deal.”

She gave me “the look”. She was standing at the architect’s station again – where someone had hastily fashioned an awning that was mostly keeping the rain off.

“I really am sorry,” I told her. “We always do our laundry when it’s like this and I was in the middle of helping Megan get the bedding cleaned when I realized I hadn’t warned you about the rains. It’s usually just like one day a week. You’ll get used to it.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

She lunged at me and bit my jaw.

“Damn! Girl! You horny or something?” I asked, laughing.

“That’s none of your business, asshole,” she retorted.

“I AM sorry, Nina,” I said, “I jogged all the way up here to check on you once I realized I hadn’t told you.”

“You ran an hour to come up here?”

“It’s only about 40 minutes if you’re running,” I said, smiling.

She shook her head but finally smiled. “Alright, fucker. You can leave now. It’ll clear by noon?”

“Usually,” I said.

“I hate you,” she growled.

“I love you too, Cuz,” I replied sweetly.

As I turned to leave, she called out, “Nice, fucking outfit, by the way.” I turned to see her eyeballing my backside with a suggestive smile.

I looked myself over. I bore more semblance to a Native American warrior from 300 years ago than I did to anyone from the city I’d been born & raised in. I shrugged and said, “It’s practical.”

She chuckled and shook her head.

I turned and headed off, into the rain, to return to my sister-wife – hoping to get back in time to check on the piglets before the midday meal.

~~~ Week 40 ~~~

Megan rode with Paul and me as we headed back to Panama City to see if his new leg was done. We grabbed breakfast (Paul’s a whiner) and then dropped my sexy sibling off to visit with Alma while the two of us went back to the medical facility.

Megan was also going to call mom to try to convince her that she should have the baby on the island.

An hour later, Paul and I returned. My sister had a solid “we’ll think about it” commitment from our parents. Paul had a new custom-fit leg. He was even faster with this thing.

We got back to the island and Paul & I hiked over to the construction site to check on things. When Nina saw his new leg, she gave him a thumbs-up. By this point, most of the villagers had learned – from Megan and me – how to interpret that sign. He returned it.

I showed him the plans & drawings, interpreting and answering questions. We walked with Nina and toured things. We took the elevator down to the pier – which had four ships moored to it – Nina’s houseboat, two bunk-boats, and a big workboat bringing in supplies & equipment.

Paul told me he wanted to take the stairs back to the top. Of course, it turned into a race. He beat me – but not by much – and we were both waiting at the top when Nina arrived in the lift. She just shook her head at us.

We watched a guy with a big skid-steer who dug up palm trees and moved them around like they were toys. Paul was drooling. We’d never really have a use for something like that at the village – but it’s hard not to want something like that when you see it working.

I asked Nina if she was going to have any use for the fresh-water tanks I’d bought for when they stayed at the huts. She didn’t think so. I asked her about putting them on a stand – and running a water-line with a shut-off to them. My plan was to hook them together and use them as a water-warming reservoir that we could turn into a shower. She scribbled a second note next to the first one about running water to the huts.

As Paul and I turned to go, Nina told me that Johnny would be coming in the next day. I told her not to make too big of a mess on the bed or the housekeeper was going to want a raise. She punched me in the arm and told me to go away.

The builder and I were back at the village in time for dinner. Paul excitedly told Naomi about how much better the new leg was. She came over and gave me a hug. I kissed her cheek and told her that it was nothing at all and that Megan and I were happy to be able to help.

The way Nina had talked – the last time we’d been home – Megan and I were making money faster than we could ever spend it. I really wasn’t exaggerating when I had told Naomi that it was “nothing”.

The piglets were still drawing a large crowd of unattended children. All of the moms knew where to find their kids if they weren’t on the playground.

After checking on the baby pigs, Megan and I headed to bed. I rooted around with my snout between her thighs until she came twice. She pulled me up for a kiss and then talked me into spinning around and shoving my stiff prick down her throat.

I groped her breasts and rubbed her baby-bump as she sucked & swallowed my penis until I was primed to fire. Then I stood over her – on my hands & knees – as she stroked my cock and sucked my balls until I exploded all over her fabulous tits. I looked between my legs – between our bodies – to watch her lust-filled face as she vigorously milked the jizz from my cock. My sticky spend splattered onto her chest twice before she caught the tip of my prick with her tongue and sucked my dick back down her throat.

I grabbed a towel, cleaned up the goo that she hadn’t already rubbed into her skin, and then pulled her into my arms for kisses & cuddles. Our child snuggled between us, and we fell asleep.

~~~

After breakfast, Trace, Paul, and I headed to visit Hestia’s home. We were almost to the edge of the village when Megan hollered for us to wait up. Miriam had made a new dress for Brook. My sister was supposed to deliver it. I was pretty sure that it was just an excuse for the village matron to allow Megan to visit our friends.

Almost two hours later, we arrived at the village. Hestia came running to greet us, bringing several excited children with her. Brook came out and hugged Megan and the two of them went off to visit – or work on the midday meal – or both.

Hestia’s father greeted us with a forearm-grasp and the two of them – he and his daughter – took us to where they wanted us to build the playground equipment.

The chief called over several older teens and younger warriors. He told them that they were reporting to us until we dismissed them.

After he headed off, we showed them Paul’s sketches and told them that they would be testing things first – to make sure they were safe. Soon they were nodding and smiling and ready for some work.

We got two sets of swings built before the noon meal. Hestia insisted that she serve the construction workers. She recruited several more of the older girls and they helped distribute the food and drinks. It didn’t take long before the teens were laughing that the kids were just jockeying for “dibs” on trying out the equipment first. When Hestia caught wind of it, she stuck her tongue out at them – but she didn’t deny it. I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her forehead. I whispered to her that she needed to be careful not to act like her sister and she growled at me. The men that were sitting closed laughed and I hugged her again and told her that I loved her and that I was just giving her a hard time.

She was still acting a little miffed until I sent a couple of the boys around on the swings and then declared them “open for business”. The queue formed quickly and I had the petite princess step up next to me and go over the rules we used – everybody gets a turn, play nicely, and watch over the littles. Those guidelines were pretty much universal but I was worried that – in their excitement to try something new – some rules might get “bent”.

Hestia stood between the swing-sets and started directing traffic – not taking a turn for herself. I squeezed her shoulders, told her that I was super-proud of her, and then apologized for all the mean things I’d said to her at lunch. She bit my ear and Megan – who had just walked up with Brook – laughed at me. I looked back and forth between the two of them, threw my hands up dramatically, and stomped off – as the three of them cackled at me.

We had a couple slow-downs with the obstacle course and – by late afternoon – we had decided that we were going to have to stay until the next day. We worked until the evening meal and then called it a day.

Brook & Hestia led Megan and me to one hut – and Paul & Trace to another one. I wasn’t sure if it was Trace’s old hut or not.

Megan sat on my ass and massaged my tired shoulders. Once she was done, I rolled over to face her and massaged her tired breasts. They were really sore. It took me quite a while to “work out the kinks”. By the time I finished, her mouth was on mine, and my palms & fingers were wrapping up her chest-massage.

She tried lying on top of me – stomach to stomach – to fall asleep like we normally did – but our child was making things uncomfortable. We ended up on our sides, facing each other. I brushed her bangs out of her face, kissed her softly, and closed my eyes.

~~~

Paul, Trace, and I looked back over the project, made a couple executive decisions – and then went to eat breakfast. Once we’d been fed – again by Hestia’s kitchen-crew – we went back to work – assigning tasks to our helpers as they finished their meals and joined us.

Just before the midday meal, we wrapped things up and sent the workers through the course. The kids lined up – excited for the chance to be next. I pulled Hestia aside and asked her if she thought we’d have time before the meal – or if we needed to hold off. She said it would probably be best to wait – to avoid having angry moms. I nodded to her and she went to inform the masses. There was a little grumbling until I growled loudly – at which point they all squealed and ran off to find their families, giggling and skipping as they went.

After we’d eaten, I told Hestia how we’d done the first run at our village – oldest & fastest first – and then the smallest and slowest would be less likely to get trampled. She agreed and started queuing everyone up by size and age. Once she said we were ready, I called her to the front, made some sort of silly proclamation – and then told her to show the others how it was done.

She blazed through it and then came over to give me a hug. From that point on, the two of us signaled each person in line when it was their turn. About a third of the way through, I tagged off to Paul. He finished about another third and then Trace & Hestia finished the rest. After that, we stood back and just kind of watched things – to make sure our work was standing up to the onslaught.

An hour or so later, satisfied that we were okay to leave, we checked in with Rumor – who thanked us for our work. Megan and I gave Hestia and her mother hugs – and we headed off – with a word of greeting & thanks for Miriam – from Brook.

Back home, we (Megan) delivered the news – and the two of us got hugs from Miriam. Micah nodded his thanks to Trace, Paul, and me – and then we joined our families for the evening meal. Trace’s girlfriends were excited to have him back. I tried not to listen but one of the women seemed to be unhappy about missing her night with him. The second one, obviously, didn’t want to wait either. It sounded to me like Trace was going to be a busy man after dinner.

~~~

When we woke up, I told Megan I was planning to run up to say hello to Johnny. She told me she would tag along.

We ate breakfast and then she ran back to the hut. I made sure I had my gear – spear, knife, rope, sling, and water-skin. I grabbed a second water-bag for Megan – and a small pouch of trail rations – just to be safe.

Megan and I were halfway to the outpost when we came across a small crocodile on the path. I used the technique the teenager had shown – at the feast day – for keeping the animal at bay. Within a couple minutes, we had worked our way around the large reptile and continued down the path.

“I thought about coming to see you,” Johnny said, when we arrived.

“Unless you can kill or avoid a five-foot crocodile,” Megan said, “you’d better leave the trekking to us.”

Nina raised her eyebrows.

Megan nodded and smiled.

“You killed it?” my friend asked.

“Nah,” I said. “We’ll just have to keep our eyes open on the way home.”

“Shit!”

Things were shaping up at the work-site. The jungle between the huts and the space where the liaisons would live was getting thicker and thicker as more and more trees were relocated.

“Any complaints from the housekeeper?” I asked Nina.

“Shut up,” she growled.

Johnny looked at me.

“She was getting feisty the other day,” I said, smirking. “I think she was missing you. I told her not to leave too much soiled bedding for the maid to deal with when you arrived.”

Johnny wrapped his sister in a hug, kissed her softly, and said, “She definitely missed me.”

Nina snapped her teeth at him and growled.

He chuckled and kissed her hard.

“Mom’s currently holding at ‘maybe’ on having the baby here,” Megan told Nina. “I think she’ll ultimately decide to do it. You may need to reassure her that she’ll have access to all the care she needs.”

Our “cousin” nodded and said, “I can do that.”

Since Megan hadn’t seen the pier yet, we left Nina at her station while Johnny went with us to show my sister. She was impressed with how big the work-boat and the bunk-boats were.

I asked Johnny how long the houseboat could go without having to resupply. He said that Nina had sent it to Panama City to pick him up, dump the wastewater, and load the food stores and water-supply tanks when he had arrived.

Megan wanted to take the stairs to the top – so we raced Johnny – and each other. I won – but not by much. Megan arrived just before Johnny. As we walked back over to rejoin Nina, she just shook her head at us.

“I can’t believe you guys do that shit just for fun,” she remarked.

“I made you something,” Megan told her, pulling a halter-top and skirt from her pack, and holding it out to Nina.

“Shit! I’m legit!” she said, holding it up.

“It’s super practical,” I told her, “if you skip the breech-cloth, like Megan does, Johnny can mash you up against any palm tree, raise that skirt up, and pump a baby into you in no time.”

“Megan,” she said, laughing, “get your man on a leash.”

My sister laughed and said, “He already is …”

Nina’s cheeks turned a little rosy. She laughed and shook her head.

“Alright,” I said, “we’re gonna go jump some crocodiles and head home.

I gave Johnny a fist-bump and turned to hug Nina.

“Next time you come up, bring your swimsuits and we’ll go snorkeling again,”

Megan hugged Johnny and stage whispered, “Who needs swimsuits?” She smiled and raised her eyebrows suggestively.

He looked at me and I shrugged.

“I’m calling your bluff,” Johnny told my sister.

“Let’s go!” she said, not backing down.

He looked over at me again.

“I will if you will,” I told him.

“I’ve got my suit,” he said.

“Fine. I will if Megan does.”

“You’re shitting me!” Nina said.

“Come on, chicken shit,” my sister taunted her.

… and that was how Johnny, Nina, Megan, and I ended up naked – in the cove – with the rebreathers and the water-scooters – exploring all of the quiet bay – and out towards the reefs.

We only had one sand shark that got a little closer than I was really comfortable with – otherwise we spent over an hour slowly zooming through all of the areas in & around the bay.

I also checked out Johnny’s sister. She was a tight little package. I was still much more attracted to my own sibling – especially now that she was so obviously carrying my child – but my friend’s sister-lover was a cutie. She was also pretty terrific. It didn’t hurt that she seemed to be outstanding at developing properties into gold mines either.

When we got back to the pier, I told my buddy that his woman was a sexy bitch. He nodded and pulled her in for a hug and a kiss.

“Can I get dressed now?” she complained, giggling.

He let her go but she didn’t head for her clothes – she wrapped her arms around Megan’s baby-bump and kissed all around her belly-button.

“I can’t wait until Johnny and I can have a baby,” she said, looking over at him lustily.

I punched Johnny softly on the shoulder and stage whispered, “Dude! I think she wants your body.”

He growled and scooped his sister up from behind, sliding his growing cock between her thighs, and grabbing her breasts in his fists, lifting her up so that he could nuzzle the back of her neck.

She cooed and keened as she writhed in his hands.

“The fuse is lit!” I called out to my sister, “Run!”

She laughed and we started putting our clothes back on.

As we headed for the stairs, Johnny was carrying his naked sibling across the gangplank and onto the houseboat. Their clothes were still lying, abandoned, on the dock.

Megan and I laughed as we heard the housekeeper shriek, “Oh my God!” in Spanish – before running out on the deck to escape.