After two solid days tramping through the forest, our spirits were low to say the least. As were our supplies. Food and water was running short, and we no idea how much further we had to go, or even any certainty that we were traveling in the right direction. It occurred to me at one point that perhaps we had missed Halbourne all together and we were now plunging ever deeper into the forests on the other side. A quick look at the map dispelled that worry from my mind. We would have crossed at least one road if we had overshot, and we hadn't seen the slightest trace of civilization since we left Tymler.
Finally on the third day of our travels, as the sun was dwindling away in the west, the monotony was broken. We were slogging through thick underbrush when it happened; without warning Jared pitched forward into the shrubbery, disappearing amongst the bushes. Then with a shriek, Lucia followed him, falling face first into the brush with her blonde hair streaming out behind her. I stopped immediately, thus avoiding the same fate, but before I could act any further Jared sat up, his head just above the level of the shrubs.
"There's a bloody fence in here!" As I moved forward to help the twins up, I could make out the fencing tangled about their legs. A crude job, short wooden stakes with thin rope strung between them. It had given way almost entirely under the twins' assault, only succeeding in ensnaring their legs.
"Hmm, it must be here for something." I said, hauling a grateful Lucia to her feet. We stepped over the fence this time and had only to move a few meters forward before we found what the fence was surrounding. An orange orchard, but so badly overgrown that it nearly blended into the forest around it.
"Our lucky day..." Lucia smiled wanly. "I wonder if this belongs to someone." We moved through the ranks of trees and soon found that it did indeed belong to someone. A somewhat dilapidated old bungalow stood at the west end of the orchard and a figure was visible just briefly as it disappeared inside. We hiked down to the house and when no one emerged to greet us, Jared stepped up to the front door, and with a brief shrug to Lucia and I, knocked loudly.
Heavy footsteps sounded from deep inside, and when they neared the door, Jared took a long step back. The door opened just a crack, and a sliver of an old man's face was visible, one eye peering out at us.
"Yes?" He rumbled, one eyebrow arching.
"Well, I uh," Jared nervously stumbled, and then caught himself. "We're traveling south you see, but I'm afraid we might be a bit lost." The door swung open further to reveal the man. His stocky frame was thick with muscle, and his hands heavily calloused from years of hard work. I would guess his age to have been about fifty, betrayed by his wrinkled olive skin and thinning grey hair. A layer of grey stubble covered his chin, which he idly stroked as he listened to Jared's explanations.
"We're going to Halbourne, and we're running a bit low on food..." He trailed off under the man's stare.
"Well, Halbourne is not too far from here, I can give you enough rations to get there." His voice was rough and deep and I was reminded of Mason, and the problems he might be facing as we stood there. "But you won't make it there today."
"We can pay for food and lodging Sir," I said, rummaging around in my pocket for the coins I had brought.
"I don't want money son. A day's work from the three of you would do fine." We hastily agreed, and he glanced at the darkening sky. "It's too late for it today though. Come in, you can stay with me tonight and tomorrow night, work through the day and be on your way the following morning." He opened the door wide and stepped aside, beckoning us in. The three of us briefly exchanged glances, came to a silent consensus and stepped inside.
"Oh, I'm Dylan by the way," he said, offering out his hand. We each shook it in turn and introduced ourselves. In looking back on this now, we were quite reckless to have stepped into his home so casually. But at the time, looking down the dim corridor of the house to where a girl stood quietly observing the exchange, I thought Dylan to be reckless, so thoughtlessly inviting total strangers into his house while he had a young girl to care for. Seeing my gaze, Dylan motioned to her to come forward.
"This is my grand daughter Margaret." She was slightly shorter than Lucia, and her soft features showed her to be younger than us, but only by a few years. Despite this, her body had swelled out amply, though not all her baby fat had been shed yet. The curves of her wide hips and breasts were clearly visible beneath the simple brown dress she wore. She shared her grandfather's dusky olive skin, but hers was perfectly smooth. "Margaret, this is Eric, Jared and Lucia, they'll be staying with us for a couple of nights, and helping out about the orchard."
"Pleased to meet you." She chimed, smiling demurely and giving a little curtsy.
"Pleased to meet you too Margaret." Lucia replied politely.
The evening passed pleasantly enough, with a vegetable stew for dinner while Dylan explained his circumstances to us. His son, Margaret's father, had passed away some years ago, and her mother had left forever briefly after, leaving Dylan alone to tend the orchard and raise Margaret. He had separated from his own wife almost a decade ago, and not seen her since, and hence had hired hands to help him with the orchard. But after a particularly bad season, he was unable to pay them, and the orchard had fallen into disrepair in the last two years. He had eked out a meager living by selling off almost all their luxuries at the markets in Halbourne, and I could see that he yearned to work the orchard once again.
I told Dylan our story in turn, and all the while Margaret sat silently but avidly watching me with wide brown eyes while she absently played with a lock of her dark brown hair and drank in every word. When I was done Dylan gave a low whistle.
"For such a young age, you three are havin' quite an adventure." We chatted amiably for a few hours before our weariness got the better of us and the twins and I retired to one of the house's many empty rooms to sleep soundly through the night.
In the morning we rose with the sun, and gratefully ate a humble meal of porridge and dried fruit with Dylan and Margaret. Then Dylan took us out to the orchard a showed us where he most needed our help. The overgrown fence the twins had stumbled on lay along the northern edge of the orchard, and a storage shed lay on the south side, one so badly decayed that I doubted it would survive a storm. I volunteered to work on the shed, as I didn't much like the idea of hacking away the overgrowth on the northern fence all day. Jared reluctantly agreed to work on the fence, and Lucia elected to join him.
"Okay then, I'm going head to the east end of the orchard and start pruning back the trees from there. You lot look like you haven't bathed in some days though. There's a little stream that runs behind the house, go get yourselves cleaned up first." We hurriedly agreed and rushed off into the forests once more.
We found a little gully with the stream running through it and a sizable pool collected in the depression. Without hesitation we eagerly stripped off and plunged into the frigid waters, squealing and splashing. We had no soap, but the dirt, sweat and grime lifted from our skin easily enough, and the cold waters were extremely refreshing. I ducked my head beneath them, soaking my hair, and when I emerged, blinking the water from my eyes, I found Lucia standing just nearby, watching me quietly.
She was waist deep in the water, her pink nipples hard and pointed atop her round little breasts. Her skin was pale in the cold, and her hair plastered down against her head and neck. Her arms disappeared into the water by her hips and I could see the muscles on them working steadily. My member hardened rapidly at the sight and I stood in the shallows, lifting it from the water to stand proudly out in the air, liquid coasting down its length.
Lucia's sharp blue eyes flicked down to fix on it and her hands worked faster. I was about to move forward, and couple with her there in the shallows, with Jared watching on, when she closed her eyes and arched her head back, her body shivering delicately. Her hips quaked and her breasts trembled, shedding tiny little droplets in all directions. Then she relaxed, lifted her hands from the water and wandered idly up the bank. I watched the water cascade down over her perfect cheeks and thighs as she rose from the pool and made her way to her clothes to dress.
Confused I sank back into the water, and watched her dry and dress herself. A short time later Jared and I joined her, and I noted his own solid member standing out from his body. The night in the forest that had started all our trouble, I had seen Jared's manhood before he coupled with his twin sister, but the view had been brief and from a distance. Now much closer I discretely examined it with some curiosity, as I had never had the opportunity to compare another boy's with mine.
It wasn't quite as long nor as thick as my own, which at full sail stands just a fraction longer than my wrist to my fingertips. But it seemed easily in proportion to his body. It stood fully to attention, the skin of the head taut over its bulbous surface, a deep purple colour and gleaming with the coating of water. I didn't know anything about circumcision at the time, but I know now that he was uncut, like myself. His shaft was smooth and the skin dark, veins only faintly visible beneath. My own shaft has quite pale skin, and thick veins run beneath the surface, curling and branching around my length. I wondered idly if Lucia would relieve his tension once we had split up to do our chores.
When I looked away finally I saw Lucia watching me again, a slight smile on her lips. I grinned awkwardly and she winked slowly before rising and accompanying Jared to begin their work on the fence line.
After making a cursory attempt at drying myself, I donned my rather dirty clothes once again and began tramping my way through the forest toward the shed. As I walked I thought about Lucia and our strange encounter in the pool. I had been pleasuring myself with my hands for many years by that time, and although my father had educated me in 'the birds and the bees' any mention of something resembling my own solitary efforts had been conspicuously absent. So until now it had never occurred to me that other boys might do the same, let alone girls. But the evidence was certainly clear, Lucia had peaked wonderfully before my eyes, and a forest of questions was now growing in my mind.
I entered the shed and made my way towards the rear, where the worst damage was evident. In my first few steps into the ramshackle shed, I heard a gasp to my left and spun to face the source of the noise.
Sitting on a wooden crate by the door was Margaret, stark naked, one hand steadying herself against the crate and the other plunged between her round thighs. My heart leap in my chest at the sight, then settled into a frantic pounding.
"Uh, Eric!" She cried her eyes wide.
"M-Margaret!" I stuttered, first staring saucer-eyed then spinning round to put my back to her. "S-s..." I paused to collect myself while I stood there frozen. "Sorry Margaret, I didn't know you were here."
"It's okay Eric." She sounded considerably calmer than I. There was a long and heavy pause, and then Margaret said quietly: "Do you want to look... I don't mind." Wordlessly I turned slowly on the spot to face her.
She was smiling now, shiny white teeth glimpsed between her soft dark lips. Her wavy brown hair was tousled around her shoulders, falling down as far as her breasts, which stood out from her chest like two large hills, not yet fully matured. Atop these hills her nipples were enormous dark brown circles, as large as cookies. Her thighs were widely spread and between them the plump lips of her glistening womanhood were parted and two fingers were thrust deeply inside, working insistently.
My member, which had never diminished since bathing, twitched in my pants and I edged forward to look closer. Her thick outer lips were surrounded by a light fuzz of downy brown hair, and nestled between them were the taut, slickly wet, pink inner lips, flexing in time with the steady movement of her fingers. She sat with her dress bunched beneath her, and a dark patch had spread out into it, centered on the intense activity between her legs.
I knelt before her, and she slowly withdrew her glistening fingers with a quiet suctioning sound. The thick smell of her arousal reached me, and I breathed it in deeply.
"Do you want to touch me Eric?" She whispered. I reached forward as she watched and with one trembling finger pushed gently against her opening. The resistance was firm and steady, but I pressed ahead, exploring her wet insides. The feeling of her tight, smooth muscles squeezing wetly around my finger seemed to travel directly to my member, which strained valiantly against the fabric that caged it. As my finger probed further inside, her slippery juices flowed out, coating my finger and hand, easing its way.
Margaret murmured softly from behind closed lips as my finger delved deeper, before finally reaching my knuckles. I noticed now, amidst her folds, a feature that had eluded me before, as it had been eclipsed behind Margaret's questing fingers. Inside her thick lush outer lips, but above her inner lips, lay a little nub of flesh, shielded by a covering of skin, which bobbed and twitched restlessly with each movement of my digit. I wondered about it for but a moment until Margaret spoke;
"Mmm... now... do this." She raised one finger, and made a come hither motion to me. I obediently attempted to mimic the movement, my finger massaging her inside. I could feel her immediate and dramatic reaction just before I heard it. Her wet passage clamped down around my finger and a faint gasp issued from her lips. As I faithfully continued the motion, she reached down to rub the little button of flesh I had noticed, working it firmly with the already slick tips of her fingers. Before long her hips twitched forward in unison with an urgent gasp from above. I felt her clench sharply about my digit, before a fluttering series of spasms set in, and her body shuddered and quaked, sending her young breasts bouncing.
I kept up the movement of my finger as she gasped and trembled her way through her peak. Finally she relaxed and drew my hand away with hers, sighing contentedly, the last shivers wracking her body through her hard breathing. Then her eyes drifted down to the by now prodigious bulge in my pants. She looked up with wide brown eyes and wet, parted lips;
"Can I see it? Please Eric?" She asked breathlessly. I grinned nervously and she giggled lightly as I pulled loose the strings of my trousers, pushing them and my under shorts down to my knees. My manhood sprung out, bouncing slightly before settling to point directly at her glistening pink opening, now thoroughly worked and wet. I looked up to see her reaction. Her doe eyes were wide and fixed to the swollen head, bobbing at the end of my thick shaft. I felt a swelling of pride at the awed expression on her face.
Silently she reached down to stroke her fingers down its side, just barely brushing my skin. Though light, the sensation was intense, and muscles at the base of my member responded, flexing to set it nodding in the air once again, and forcing it to swell out even larger. Margaret hesitantly curled her fingers about my shaft, causing it to stir and bugle against her hand as it closed.
Her small hand could barely encircle the width of my manhood, but its warmth and softness was wonderful against my skin. She squeezed lightly as an experiment, sending a stream of pleasure rushing down my shaft to spread out into my body. When I gasped and shuddered, she tightened her grip, inflating the head further and enticing a bead of liquid to my tip.
"Eric can you...?" Margaret started again; "Can I...? I want it inside me Eric..." She finally settled upon.
"Okay." I said simply. I leaned forward, placing one hand on the crate beside her bottom. She spread her legs wide obligingly and leaned backwards, tilting her hips up. As my member approached her womanhood, we were both intently focused on the events between our legs, eyes wide and staring, breath hot and fast. I guided myself with my free hand, and the smooth bulb of my head divided her lips in its path, beginning its journey inside her. Her slippery flesh engulfed my head, the pressure against it firm and strong. I pushed another inch inside and felt her twitch around my determined member.
I drew back just slightly, and she sighed, shifting her thighs against me and bringing her hands up to my shoulders, drawing herself against me. As her stiff nipples pressed into my chest, I grasped her waist tightly and pressed forward once more, burying even more of my length inside her with a quiet squelching sound. The tiny noise was deafening in the silence of the shed. She whimpered in my ear and I felt her fingers dig into my shoulders even as her womanhood quivered and trembled around my member.
I repeated this movement, over and over, drawing back just a fraction before pressing forward further still, until our hips were pressed together, and she trembled against me. The grip of her slippery passage around me was intense, and I began to slowly rock my hips back and forth, sliding just a fraction of an inch either way. Her body quivered about my member as I edged against the brink of my climax. On my next in stroke she whimpered in my ear;
"Unh, Eric, its huge..." My body tensed and suddenly my hips were bucking against hers, my manhood pulsing deep within her. She clung to my shoulders tightly, panting and gasping as I spurted my seed far inside. When I was spent we leant against each other, exhausted, until my softening manhood withdrew from her.
Finally I felt her pushing my back shoulders, wiggling her hips against me.
"Eric, I need to get back to the house, I've got things to do." She sidled away from me and lifted her dress from the crate, inspecting the expansive damp patch critically before slipping into it. I watched her from where I knelt, feeling strangely empty. I had enjoyed our brief but intense coupling, but with my urges sated, at least for a few moments, I knew that there could be nothing more between us, even if we desired it.
As she left it dawned on me what a bizarre coincidence it had been for me to walk in on her like that. I don't know for sure, but I'm now convinced that she was spying on us at the creek as we bathed, and had arranged the whole thing.
So we went our separate ways and I spent the remainder of the day futilely trying to patch up the decayed back end of the storage shed. I made a pitiful amount of progress, but Dylan seemed satisfied never the less. When I met the twins back at the house they confessed to having made only a small impression on the dilapidated fence, though they were clearly exhausted. I wondered idly how much of their effort had been devoted to the fence, and how much to each other.
That night passed much the same as the last, with Dylan and I exchanging details of our stories over a modest dinner.
We woke early in the morning, and Dylan paid us with a humble collection of dried meat and fruits, and a hefty loaf of somewhat aging bread. It was less than I had hoped for, but I thanked him none the less and with a knowing smile to Margaret, we entered the forests once again, heading south towards Halbourne. Dylan had assured us that we would make it before sunset, but by the time we stopped for lunch, with the sun hanging directly over us, beating down on our heads, my doubts had risen.
We rested for longer than we should have, setting off again in the late afternoon, but true to Dylan's word we still made it to the city's outskirts well before nightfall.
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