Chapter IV
Without a word, Willow Bird turned her back to him and slipped her shoulders out of her dress, revealing her slender body to his spellbound gaze. As she turned slowly to face him once more, the afternoon sun played on the delicate tilt of her breasts, casting their shape in perfect silhouette across her smooth swell of her stomach. Realising that she had taken the first step along a forbidden trail, she was suddenly overcome with modesty and crossed her arms protectively over her breasts, not realising that the innocent gesture only served to make her even more desirable in her brother's eyes.
"Oh, my beautiful little
Ton'shtay
!" His voice was tight with passion as he gently lifted her hands from their precious charges and stooped to kiss each one in turn. The deep brown circles of her areolas seemed to stare back at him like the eyes of a startled deer, so close that he could make out rings of tiny dimples around her erect nipples. His hands began to roam over her back, his fingers tracing the outline of her ribs and down the delicate steps of her spine. His hands strayed lower still, and he felt her flinch like a restive pony as his hands slid under the waist of her dress to cup the soft flesh of her buttocks, to push her body gently against his. They clung tightly to each other for a long time, lost in the exhilarating press of their two bodies, until the boy felt her hand brush lightly against his side as she fumbled with the girdle at her waist. There was a slight rustle as her white doeskin dress fell at her feet and she stood naked and shyly proud before him.
For a long time, the young warrior could only gaze in wonder: He had lived in a world without women for three long winters and hadn't witnessed the blossoming of the awkward, coltish body that was his twin self, into the lithe beauty standing before him. He swallowed hard; he had wrestled this body in their childhood play and had even slapped it more than once in their many squabbles, never dreaming that it would ever be surrendered to him with such sweet abandon. Painfully aware of his cock straining against the soft pouch of his breechclout, he tore impatiently at the leather thongs around his waist and threw the skimpy garment aside, smiling bashfully at his sister's admiring gaze.
Willow Bird took him by the hand and led him towards up the steep slope of the riverbank. Over the centuries, the winter rains had cut deep into the rock to form a shallow cave, hidden amongst the low bushes. It had been their secret place ever since they discovered it as children, and they had played there during the long summer months, while The People waited for
Te'ton-kah
to pass on his long northward migration. Willow Bird squeezed her brother's hand excitedly as they stooped under the rocky threshold. Yes, it was fitting that this should be the place to play this last, wonderful game and take leave of their childhood forever.
The sandy floor made a soft, cool bed as they lay together, their hands and lips roaming over each other's naked bodies in a joyous voyage of discovery. Willow Bird took her brother's hand and held it against the little bush of hair between her legs, lightly pressing his fingers into the warm cleft beneath. She had never known the touch of another's hand on her secret place before, but a sixth sense drove her on and she began to move her hips slowly, steering his inexperienced fingers through the moist folds towards the tiny mound nestling at the peak. He heard the sharp hiss of her indrawn breath as he found the spot and glanced up anxiously, but she smiled back at him, murmuring dreamily. "No, brother, it does not hurt. It feels goodβ¦so very good. Don't stopβ¦my sweet, lovely, handsome brotherβ¦please don't stop!"
She reached for him and began to stroke him, just as she had done on that thrilling night in the lodge, only this time there was no old healing woman to stop her. Yielding to a sudden impulse, she leant over him and took his rigid cock between her lips, careful not to move her body away from his questing hands. His long groan of pleasure thrilled her very being and she began to suck greedily on him, bobbing her head to draw him ever deeper into her mouth. She slid her hand beneath her chin and gently lifted the soft pouch of his testicles closer to her nose, savouring his musky male scent and the feel of the soft skin brushing her cheek. Soon, Me'eeku began to flex his back, pushing his body upwards to meet her so that she could feel the ridge of his cock sliding along the roof of her mouth.
Every instinct told her that he was approaching his climax and she scrabbled at his probing fingers, whimpering with lust trying to make way for his throbbing cock. She almost succeeded and she felt the warmth of his cock pressing against the lips her vulva for an instant before he pulled it away sharply, gasping with pain as it slid from her tight grasp. Willow Bird gave a petulant squeal and tried to grasp him once more, but he turned on his side and whispered urgently. "No, sister -not inside you!"
He gave a sudden gasp as a thick white stream jetted from his cock to splash heavily onto his sister's belly. He clutched at his aching groin as more pulsing spurts followed, dripping in long strings through his cupped fingers like bead necklaces. As quickly as it began, the flow stopped and the young warrior gave a long sigh and squeezed the final drops through the puckered end of his foreskin. He dared not look at his sister, for with the aftermath of his climax had come a sudden shame with the realisation that he had come very close to raping her.
Every fibre of his being had yearned to take her; to mount her slim body like one of the hungry stallions he had watched so many times on the Plains, but a strong inner voice had kept him in check. They had already broken the strict taboos of their tribe and risked severe punishment if they were ever discovered. Should his sister become pregnant as a result of their forbidden love, he knew that they could expect no mercy from the tribal elders. They would both face banishment, or even death, while the innocent child would be left on the plains to die from exposure. He had already suffered the pain and loneliness of exile and he knew that he could never inflict that fate upon the sister he adored.
He had to be strong, for both of their sakes.