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This tale is tagged as Incest/Taboo and describes sexual activity between siblings. If that type of story is not for you, this is your last warning to turn aside.
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~~~ Week 41 ~~~
Based on my best calculations, Megan was at about the half-way point of her pregnancy. Everything was going well, and we had no reason to believe that any of that was going to change. It was exciting to think that we had passed a pretty significant milestone.
Trace finally proposed marriage to the families of his two girlfriends - who - of course - accepted his proposal. The happy trio would stay in the hut they were already living in - so we would not need to mess with clearing a spot - or building their home - but we still needed to take him on his "bachelor" hunt.
Paul, Joshua, Hal, and I took Trace hunting. In the morning, we took off towards the nearby watering hole and tagged a nice-sized boar. We carted it back to the village and dropped it off at the butcher's hut. In the afternoon, we went spearfishing. We took the rebreathers and the water scooters. In addition to the basket of fresh fish, we also ended up bringing back an 8-foot tiger shark.
I jogged up the path, from the lagoon, and grabbed one of the litters that we used for crocodiles. We used that to carry the giant fish to the butcher. He promised Trace that he would prepare the hide for him. The island warriors didn't wear any kind of fancy armor, but I thought it would have made a really cool set.
After dinner, both families came forward to stand with the women for the ceremony. Micah performed the double-wedding with little more difficulty than he did the normal ones. The older of the two women was named first at each stage of the process - but, otherwise, both of them were treated equally.
Once the official ceremony was over, the children of the village were dismissed to their homes and the real party began. Miriam's magic juice flowed freely, and - after some time spent dancing - the village resonated with the sounds of primal lovemaking long into the night.
In our hut, the size of my sister's belly did nothing to inhibit her libido - or prevent her from begging me to climb between her knees and stuff her full of my incestuous cock. Her enhanced body did, however, temper her raging lust to some degree; she wanted slow, solid, forceful lovemaking - so that's exactly what I gave her.
She peppered my face with kisses and then wound her fingers through my hair. She pulled my face to the breasts that were beginning to grow larger - preparing for the arrival of our child. I suckled them as she moaned and writhed. Her heels were wrapped behind my ass, pulling me more tightly into her as I stroked in and out of her tight channel. Her pussy was warm and welcoming. Her sounds drove me forward, propelled me to chase after her need and bring her the satisfaction that we both desired.
I was beginning to worry about the physical activity bothering our growing child, but she had no qualms or hesitation about what we were doing causing any problems. It was her body - so I took solace in the notion that she would know what was good and what wasn't.
My sexy sibling's moaning got louder, and I knew she was close. I gave her the long, powerful strokes that she was craving, and she cried out as she climaxed - which drove me, headlong, over the cliff of my own orgasm - and I cried out along with her, groaning as my balls released their load.
Halfway through the night, I awoke to find my sister on her hands and knees - next to my body - with my cock in her mouth. As soon as I was hard, she climbed onto me and rode me until I pumped another load into her. She rolled to my side, gave me a lusty kiss, and closed her eyes. She got at least two more climaxes for herself before she wrung the seed from my balls.
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Rowe informed me that we'd be butchering the following week. He had already talked to the hunting teams and told them to focus on bringing in young piglets - rather than hunting the full-grown native boars - at least until we'd gotten the cycles figured out. Without refrigeration - and having limited other means to preserve meat for long periods of time - it didn't make sense to over-harvest. In fact, it would take quite a bit of planning to get the herd-management details figured out. In the end, though, if my plans worked out, the tribe would have more consistent access to adequate quantities of meat. That should make things easier for Micah and the elders - as well as for Miriam and the cooks. That was my hope anyway.
From the hog pens, I followed Rowe to the wheat fields - to see how things were going there. He had cleared another two plots of land - and had staggered the plantings so that we'd be able to have a dependable flow of wheat and straw as well. He cuffed me in the arm and smiled. I was happy that he thought things were going so well. I was just glad that I could come up with the ideas and dump the rest on him; I definitely did not want to be the one to have to manage all of the minutiae.
It was amazing, to me, that we had so many talented people living in the village and how - with such an inadequate ability (on my part) to explain what I was trying to do, they had figured out the concepts and taken to the administration of the various projects that I had proposed.
~~~ Week 42 ~~~
I helped Rowe as he oversaw the first culling of the market-ready domesticated boars that we had raised from the livestock I had bought on the mainland. Micah and the elders came to view the process. I was elated that there were smiles on their faces. I glanced at the chief, and he gave me a nod. It felt good that they thought I had contributed something useful.
Eventually, we would try integrating the native hogs with the domesticated ones. For now, though, we were just feeding the captured piglets until they were needed. This was another way to make sure we had the meat we wanted when we required it.
When Megan and I had come here - more than 10 months ago - I had felt like we were just taking resources from the villagers. We had each jumped in - to try to carry our share of the load - but this project felt like something more significant. I was very happy that things seemed to be working out. This whole thing was definitely not what I went to school to learn - and it wasn't what I'd grown up around in the suburbs.
Once I was sure everything was proceeding according to plan, I got permission to run and check on the north village again. I didn't have any wildlife encounters and - a little over an hour later - I was jogging down the path - through the perimeter forest - and coming into the construction zone. I headed towards the platform that the architects and engineers used - which now sported a canopy to keep the rain and sun off of the overseers.
Nina gave me a hug and a kiss.
"Hi, sexy," I told her.
"Hi, yourself, handsome," she replied.
"How's business?"
Quirking an eyebrow at me she said, "Now that we've figured out how to mitigate the rains..."
"Sorry," I said, grinning.