Echo swam to the edge of the pool and walked up onto the bank. His body was the color of chocolate, and was covered by only a pair of faded whitey-tighties. After grabbing his shorts from a branch, he turned back to us.
“See you at dinner,” he said.
“Yeah, see you,” Rain replied.
“See ya,” I added.
He turned back and pushed through the undergrowth, disappearing from sight. We listened as he made his way away from us and toward Haven.
Chapter 4
After Echo was gone, Rain turned back to me with a grin. “I guess he wasn’t lying about getting hard all the time.”
I laughed. She was right. When had Echo turned to say goodbye, his cock had been clearly visible through his wet underwear, and it had been half hard, tenting out the cloth.
“That was your fault, flashing your boobs all the time.”
“Oh please. We grew up together. He’s used to seeing my boobs.”
She slid off the branch into the water, then moved over to me. The water came up to her neck, cutting off my view of her body as we faced each other.
“He may be used to it,” I said, “but that doesn’t mean he’s not enjoying it.”
“You really think so?”
“Yeah. Haven’t you noticed him staring at you a lot lately?”
“I have, but I just thought he was curious.”
“I’m sure he is curious, but it’s obvious he likes what he sees.”
“From what I can tell, most guys stare at my boobs. Even the adults.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it happens a lot. I’m kind of used to it.”
“That’s weird.”
She gave me a slight smile. “You do it sometimes.”
I felt the heat on my cheeks again. “Um, no I don’t.”
Her smile widened. “You do. Like I said, I don’t mind. I’m used to it.”
“Okay, maybe I do, but sometimes I find myself staring without even thinking about it.”
“I know what you mean. I do the same thing with you sometimes.”
“At me?”
“Yeah. Your body has really changed over the past few years. You have all kinds of muscles you didn’t have before, and although a lot of guys here walk around with their cocks out, I like looking at yours.”
My eyebrows rose. “You do?”
“Yeah. I stare at it sometimes, either through your underwear or when you’re naked. It’s changed too.”
“I didn’t know.”
“It’s weird how guys get hard. One second they’re all soft and floppy, then bam, they’re stiff and sticking up. Whenever I see a hard one, I wonder what it would feel like to have it inside of me.”
I nodded. “I’m the same way with girls. When I see their pussies, I think about what it would be like to, you know.”
“Fuck them?”
“Yeah.”
She grinned. “Even mine?”
“Um…”
“You can admit it.”
“Yeah, sometimes yours. Do you think about having my cock inside of you?”
“Of course.”
“That’s kind of weird, huh? I mean for both of us.”
She shrugged. “I guess so. But we also see each other naked the most, so I guess it’s natural we’d think that.”
“I guess.”
“Do you think my pussy is pretty?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“It’s not as hairy as most girls. Is that okay?”
“I like it that way. Some girls are so hairy, you can’t see anything.”
She smiled. “So you like to see?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s just a slit. I mean, some girls have lips sticking out, but mine don’t.”
I nodded. “I like yours. I mean, I like all of them, but I like yours the best.”
She smiled. “What about Sahara’s?”
My sister was aware of my small crush on Sahara, who was a pretty girl with long and curly blond hair. She was slightly curvier than my sister, but they were both around the same height.
“Hers is nice too.”
“Better than mine?”
“No. I like yours better.”
Her grin widened. “I’m going to tell her you said that.”
I blanched. “You’d better not!”
She giggled. “Relax, brother. I was just joking. Remember our promise? Whatever we say alone together, is always our secret.”
I nodded. “I remember.”
She moved a little closer, and then I felt a hand press against my crotch and squeeze my cock gently. I quickly pulled my hips back.
“Hey, what was that?”
She grinned. “I was just curious if you were hard or not. And you are a little.”
“You shouldn’t just grab someone like that.”
“You’re my brother. I can grab you whenever I want.”
“No you can’t.”
“Yes I can.”
“Oh really? So since you’re my sister, does that mean I can grab you?”
“Go for it.”
“What?”
“Grab me.”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, I’m not a hypocrite.”
I reached out slowly under the water, until my fingertips brushed against soft flesh. Then I cupped her boob and gave it a quick squeeze before letting it go.
She smiled. “See? I don’t mind. Do it again.”
This time, I squeezed her other breast, making it last a second or two before I pulled my hand back.
“Your boobs are soft,” I said.
This seemed to make her happy. Once again I felt her hand press against my groin, gripping my cock through my briefs. She kept it there as she said, “And you’re getting harder.”
“Well, um…”
She giggled and said, “Don’t worry about it. I’d be offended if you weren’t.” She gave my dick a squeeze and then let go.
We stared at each other for a long moment, and then she said, “Go ahead. I know you want to.”
I reached out again, this time my hand lower. I touched her bare thigh and then adjusted, turning my hand around and placing the palm against the mound of her pussy. She spread her legs a little more, allowing me to curve my fingers down underneath.
We continued to stare at each other as I gently caressed her through the cloth. I could feel the indentation of her vertical slit, and also the heat coming off of her in contrast to the cool water. After another moment, I realized I’d been touching her too long, and pulled my hand away.
“Sorry,” I said.
“For what?”
“You know… For making it more than a quick touch.”
“It felt nice.”
“Yours did too.”
She smiled at me, and a moment later I felt her finger on my stomach. Then it slid down and hooked into the elastic waistband of my underwear. She pulled towards her, and the waistband stretched outward, allowing my stiff cock its freedom. My rock hard erection stood up rigidly towards the surface of the water.
Rain continued to watch my face as she gripped my dick with her other hand, her fingers curling around the middle of the shaft.
“Uhh,” I groaned softly.
“It’s so thick,” she whispered.
“That feels so good,” I said with a sigh.
She began to move her hand slightly up and down, tugging the outer skin.
“Ohh,” I breathed.
The hand holding my underwear slid down into them, and I groaned again as her warm fingers cupped my ballsack. She gently squeezed my nuts.
“Oh god,” I gasped.
“Guys balls are weird,” she said, rolling them together.
“Yeah,” I grunted.
“Touch me too,” she said, her voice slightly breathless.
I complied immediately, moving my hand back down to her bikini-covered crotch. My fingers pre
ssed against her, slightly pushing the cloth into her slit. Even though I was on the outside of the material, I could feel slickness beneath.
“Mmm,” she groaned, and gripped my cock tighter. Then she whispered, “Inside.”
I was reaching for the edge of her panties with my finger when the second dinner bell went off. We both looked at each other with wide eyes.
I could see disappointment in her expression, and guessed that she was seeing the same in mine.
“We’d better get back,” I said.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“This was fun.”
She smiled up at me. “Yeah, it was.”
I stepped back from her, and her hands slid from my crotch. After looking at each other for another long moment, we made our way to the shore. We climbed up onto the bank, and she pointed and grinned.
“You’re sticking out.”
I looked down, and sure enough, the waistband of my briefs was stretched across the middle of my shaft, with the top half of my erection on full display. I reached down and bent it sideways, angling it towards my hip and tucking it back under the elastic band.
“Ow, that looks painful,” Rain said, staring at my crotch with concern.
“Yeah, it doesn’t feel that good. But it’ll go down once we start walking.” I reached for my shorts.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
“For getting you all excited.”
I grinned at her. “Are you crazy? I loved it.”
She smiled back. “Maybe next time we’re here alone, we can do it again.”
I pulled up my shorts. “I like that idea.”
We headed for home.
Chapter 5
At Haven, dinner was held in the Assembly Hall, which was an old brick building that had once served as a gymnasium and movie theater for a long-gone army base. There was a raised stage at one end, and the floor was the hardwood of a basketball court, except that it was worn and faded with cracks in several places.
For dinner, rows of tables were set up with folding chairs, and those assigned to kitchen duty for the week served the rest of the group. The food, almost exclusively vegetarian, came from the farm fields surrounding the commune, which were also tended by the members. Rain and I regularly took our turns with both the kitchen and the fields, along with various other tasks that were required around Haven.
There was no head table at dinner – no group of elites who got special treatment above the rest. Everyone ate equally, including Father Yod.
Father Yod was the founder and leader of Haven, and had started the commune back in the early sixties before the idea became popular. His real name was Ed something, and he’d served in World War II. There were rumors that he’d been a commando who’d killed quite a few Nazi’s, but he never talked about that part of his life. And even if it were true, it was obvious he’d turned his back on war and now strived for peace. The only sign of his former life was a military tattoo on his muscular right bicep that featured a skull and crossbones along with a red arrowhead pointing up.
Our family sat where we always sat, with Rain across from me at the end of a long row of tables. Mom sat next to me, and Dad sat next to Rain, forming our little enclave in the group. Echo was two tables over, between his parents.
This evening’s dinner consisted of a pasta salad with thin strips of eggplant standing in for the pasta. On the side, and also serving as a dessert, was a bowl of chopped apple and pineapple mixed together. To drink, we had a mixture of lemon and mango juice diluted with water, which was a staple at Haven everyone called Lemango.
I was in the middle of drinking some Lemango when Mom said, “So, why were you two late for dinner?”
Mom looked a lot like Rain, just a little older. Her hair was long and brown also, and her body was fit and thin. Her breasts sagged a little, but nothing close to some of the women here.
I looked at Rain, who said, “We weren’t late. We got here right on time.”
“Yes,” Mom replied, “and you both know that right on time isn’t on time, since you have to clean up first. Where were you?”
“At our pool,” I replied after swallowing a mouthful of juice.
“You’ve been at the pool before and gotten back in time. You know you have to leave before the second bell.”
Rain shrugged. “We were talking.”
“About what?” Dad asked.
I guess Dad looked like an older version of me, except that he was about two inches taller – around six-three – and his hair was dark black while mine was dark brown with blond highlights. His body was also thicker than mine, but it was lean and hard from all the work he did around the commune.
“Just stuff,” I replied.
Mom must’ve picked up on my attempt to be elusive, because she suddenly looked more interested.
What kind of stuff?” she asked, her eyes locked on mine.
“Stuff,” I said, feeling the panic rising in my stomach. There was no way we could tell her what we’d been talking about or doing.
She frowned slightly. “River. You know you were raised to be honest.”
I was searching for how to reply when my sister spoke up.
“We were talking about the Ritual,” Rain said. “We’re both a little worried about it.”
Mom’s expression softened as she turned her attention to her daughter. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
“It’s just all such a big secret,” Rain replied.
“I know,” Mom said. “But that’s for a reason. You’ll understand tomorrow.”
“Speaking of the Ritual,” Dad added, “don’t make any plans for tomorrow afternoon. We’re going to have a family meeting.”
“About what?” I asked.
“Mom and I have to talk to you. Prepare you for what’s going to happen.”
“Now you’re making me nervous again,” Rain said.
Mom reached over and placed her hand over Rain’s. “You’re worried about nothing. I promise. We would never let anyone hurt you.”
“We heard a rumor it has to do with sex,” I blurted.
Mom and Dad exchanged a glance, then Dad said, “You shouldn’t listen to rumors.”
“Does that mean it doesn’t?” Rain asked. “Have to do with sex, I mean.”
“Honey,” Dad said, “whatever information you need going into the Ritual will be given to you by your mother and me during our family meeting tomorrow. It’s best if you ignore any rumors and wait. Otherwise, you may be worrying about nothing.
“I hope it is,” Rain said.
“What do you mean?” Mom asked.
“I’m just tired of being a virgin.”
I nodded in agreement, but didn’t say anything.
Mom smiled softly. “I’m glad you’re ready.”
“I’m ready too,” I added.
Her smile widened. “You’re a guy. Guys are born ready.”
Dad chuckled. “Ain’t that the truth?”
Mom gave Rain’s hand a final squeeze before letting it go. “Everyone done eating? Then let’s take our dishes up and go home.”
Chapter 6
“They’re having sex.”
Rain’s voice surprised me. I thought she was asleep on the other side of the small room we shared, as I lay awake listening to the sounds our parents were making in the room next door.
The houses in Haven weren’t really houses. They were basically plywood structures consisting of a few smaller rooms and a larger communal room. There was no electricity, and Rain and I shared one of the small rooms while our parents had the other. There were windows, but no glass in them, allowing the warm tropical breezes to blow through the house.
When we were younger, we slept together on the same small mattress in the middle of the bare floor. But when we hit puberty, we were given a second mattress, and now we slept separately, with my mattress against one wall and Rain’s against the opposite.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I thought you wer
e asleep.”
“I can’t get to sleep, thinking about the ritual tomorrow.”
“Same here.”
The noises from our parents’ room got a little louder – a low, rhythmic moaning that sounded like Mom but I couldn’t be sure.
“River?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think about sex?”
“Yeah.”
“I do too. Pretty much all the time.”
“Me too.”
She paused, then said, “Remember how I said you were hard all the time?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m like that too. But wet instead of hard.”
“Wet?”
“Inside. That’s what happens when a girl gets aroused. She gets all wet and slick inside so that the guy’s cock goes in easier.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that.”
“And a small part of me does get hard. It’s call the clit.”
“I’ve heard of that.”
“River?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I sleep with you tonight?”
“Sure.”
From the moonlight coming in through the window, I watched as she crawled over from her mattress to mine. She was wearing a pair of white panties and nothing else. I moved to my side and against the wall to give her room, and she lay on my mattress with her back to me, then spooned lightly against my bare chest and the front of my underwear. She reached back and grabbed my wrist, pulling my arm around her waist.
She felt warm and good against me. Especially how her soft butt was pressed against my crotch.
“This is nice,” she said. “Just like when we were little.”
“Yeah. I kind of miss that.”
“Me too.”
Another moan came from the room next door. This time it sounded like Dad. Rain and I were quiet for a few moments.
“It’s weird to think about, isn’t it?” Rain said.
“What?”
“Sex. I mean, it’s basically one person sticking part of themselves into someone else’s body. That’s kind of weird.”
“Yeah, I guess when you put it like that.”
“And there’s all kinds of rules about it. Who can you do it with, when you can do it, where you can do it, who you can’t do it with.”
“Yeah.”
“Does it feel good?”
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