Bum's Rush Ch. 02

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

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

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Reality check: If you ever visit Panama, I am told that you will discover that I got the time of day wrong for when the rains come – they happen in the afternoon – rather than the mornings. This is, undoubtedly, not the only thing I got wrong.

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Day 27

As I went about my lessons, chores, and assignments, I thought about the impending sale of the abandoned ship, and what I should suggest the tribe do with the money.

It was a sizeable vessel and my rough guess was that it was worth at least $100,000 if it was in the US. Down here, I wasn’t sure – but it was still going to be a good chunk of change.

I asked Joshua for ideas but – having never really seen anything outside of the village he’d grown up in – it was tough to get him to picture things they did not have but needed.

I jogged his memory as to the tools & items he’d seen from my pack. The only thing he really talked about was the hammock that I was using as a fishing-net – and about how tough my knife blades were.

When I asked Megan, she talked about clothes. Most of the tribe wore light leather breach-cloths or grass coverings around their waists.

Few males wore leggings – regardless of whether they were adults or youths.

Many of the younger girls dressed exactly like the males. The village didn’t have an abundance of materials to make chest coverings – and heavy blouses would only make them hotter.

Most females didn’t get an outfit that fully covered their “mommy parts” until they got married.

Many of the women were envious of Megan’s clothes but thought they looked too restrictive and wouldn’t want them for themselves.

Still, my sister thought the ability to create light fabrics would be worth pursuing – so – I added flax seeds to the list I was making.

I’d already planned to get seeds for whatever grain would prosper here – to try to boost the bread production.

At present, the tribe was simply foraging for what they needed but, it seemed to me, small plots of grain would be useful.

Bamboo and palm grew abundantly – along with several other bushes and trees – so I considered a true tree-saw – rather than the camp-saw from my pack – to be something worth suggesting.

After my injury, taking down the smaller crocodile, I also planned to invest in some basic medicines.

By and large, the tribe seemed to manage most health risks well. Maybe I would just present the idea and see what the elders thought.

Looking back at my first carpentry project, I definitely decided that some hand-drills and a couple drawing-knives would be a good investment – but I wasn’t sure how to describe what they did well enough to get sign-off from the tribal leaders.

If we were going to keep the guns, more ammunition might not hurt – although – where do you draw the line? How much is enough?

I definitely didn’t plan to upgrade their hunting weapons to firearms. The tribe seemed to live symbiotically with the environment around them and there was no reason to mess with that balance.

While I had no idea how to manage a ship of the size of the one that Megan & I had come to the island on, a smaller speedboat would give us access to mainland hospitals if somebody suffered a serious injury – or we needed help delivering a baby.

I admit this item was a bit selfish on my part – but it would eliminate one of my big worries.

Alternatively, I knew there was a big danger of me deciding that everybody might want pizza on Friday night and I’d be “running into town” to pick up drive-thru ..

At the next few meals, I paid more attention to the women’s work activities, and decided two things: cast-iron skillets and stew pots would make their job easier – and a loom would be needed for Megan’s clothing idea.

Stopping by the toolmaker’s area, I thought about suggesting a grinding wheel but I really wasn’t sure what it would be used for. The way they knapped the stone, they were already obtaining blades that were deadly – though – if I got the drawing knives, the grinding wheel would help keep them sharpened.

The idea of metal tools that needed sharpening had me thinking back over my plan for the grain plots. I added scythes, machetes, shovels, and hoes to my list – along with a hand-plow, a wheelbarrow, and a millstone.

Before I knew it, the day was over and I was busy filling my sister’s greedy pussy full of semen again, and falling asleep with her in my arms.

Day 28

I started on a new job: building the frames that the grass thatching was lashed to in order to create wall panels. These would be used to replace the ones from the supply yard that had been part of the last few huts – including mine and Joshua’s.

I got to see the stand of bamboo that most of the construction materials were sourced from.

One of the older villagers was managing the small forest, rotating the harvest so that the timberland was never at risk of being depleted.

We cut the mature bamboo and took it to the hut where it was cured. From there, the cured bamboo was added to the supply area for use in all of the building projects.

The team, I was assigned to, completed wall panels throughout the morning.

After lunch, we were tasked with digging up some palms at the south edge of the bamboo growth – to allow the small forest to be expanded.

The population of the village had increased recently (before and after Megan & I had arrived) and the forester was attempting to expand the production area to accommodate future needs.

The trees we removed were taken to a work area where they were to be trimmed to the correct lengths, and then added to the communal lumberyard.

I didn’t have to be psychic to be able to predict that I would soon be assigned to a team to complete that task.

Day 29

I was still with the same work-crew – and we were still working on pulling out everything around the south end of the bamboo forest.

As before, all of the palm trees went to the trimming area.

The forester conferred with the elders to find out what they wanted done with the other materials we removed.

After lunch, we collaborated with a different team – who was building a new crocodile pit. We transported the soil they needed removed to where we’d harvested the palm trees. We used the sandy dirt – to fill in the holes we’d made there.

I definitely believed that shovels and wheelbarrows would make that work easier. When I rechecked my list, that night, I doubled the numbers of those items I planned to buy.

Day 30

Praise the spirits! I finally got to go hunting again!

We checked the water-hole where I had hunted the boars and we found a couple anteaters.

Thankfully, either the hides aren’t that useful to the tribe – or the meat doesn’t taste good – because our crew-leader told us to leave them alone. I didn’t want to kill them anyway – they were small – and Megan would have called them cute.

We still had a couple hours before lunch so we harvested some coconuts.

I had never been taught how to use the ankle-slings so I was just a porter – but that was fine with me.

After lunch, we cruised back by the watering hole and found some boars.

We only managed to get two of them but they were of a decent size and the crew-boss seemed happy with how we’d done.

On the way to the butcher’s hut, we ran into Joshua’s group – who was checking the crocodile traps.

They had brought in their second one of the day – which was good news for me and my fondness for the spicy reptile stew.

There were screams from the south end of the camp – just past the trail to the summit – so we ran down there to see what the commotion was about.

One of the teenaged boys had a huge boa coiled around his ankles. He had a practice spear in his hand and was fending off its head as it attempted to strike at him.

Joshua ran around behind it and put the beast into a headlock.

One of the other warriors uncoiled his rope and tied its mouth shut.

A second warrior ran over with his water-skin and started dumping it on the snake’s head.

Trying to escape drowning, the giant constrictor started writhing and uncoiling.

As soon as the boy’s legs were freed, two men pulled him out of the snake’s reach.

The man with the water-skin stopped what he was doing. Joshua ordered everyone who could manage it to sit on the snake – flattening it to the ground.

There were about a dozen of us pinning the huge monster down.

Joshua lowered the head and the warrior (whose rope was around its mouth) sat on its neck, close to its skull.

Joshua released his hold and pulled out his hunting knife.

Just then, the butcher came running up. He had a big stone axe.

Joshua put his knife away and held the snake’s snout to the ground.

The butcher warned everyone to hold on tightly and then he commenced chopping.

As he was working, he cautioned us that we’d be required to stay where we were until, basically, the monster bled-out.

After several minutes, our arms were getting tired from trying to hold ourselves in place on the beast’s back as its body continued to writhe and convulse.

We started cycling people out, one at a time, replacing them with people standing nearby.

Within a few minutes, I was sitting in the shade, getting a drink from my water-skin, and flexing the muscles in my hands & fingers – amazed at how much they hurt.

When the serpent’s body finally quit moving, everyone joined in to help, as we picked it up and hauled it to the butcher’s hut.

By then, it was nearly time for dinner.

Neither Megan nor I talked about the incident that night, as we lay, relaxing. Snakes, even small ones, kind of creep us out.

Thankfully, the teenager seemed to have gotten through the incident with nothing more than a story to tell his grandkids.

It reminded us, however, that – despite this place being a paradise – injury and death were still a part of daily life.