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Peter in the robes

Chapter One

Day Zero

Peter watched his sister undress. He strained to see her through the glossy shower glass. His legs shook and he started to breathe deeply. She noticed him and smiled warmly. Samuel smiled back, his hand grasping the bulge in his genes. How much he wanted her just then. He broke his eyes away at last and kept on walking. The oath he had taken after joining the divine seven had been hard on him these last few years and his family and friends didn't seem to be making it any easier, although, technically, they weren't supposed to.

Including him, it would seem they were, technically, now the divine eight. The introduction of an eighth member, they had commented, was a wane in there over all power, but in time when they reached there destined twelve member limit they, once again, would be at there peak. Such numerology and superstition Peter cared for, not. What he believed in was things that he could see and feel, understand or at least comprehend. But, most of all he believed in that which he desired most, and with in that oath he found himself and his desires growing larger every day.

You can smell, but you can not eat. Can see, but you can not touch. Can thirst and hunger and wont, but satisfy any of these desires you can not. He closed his eyes, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. His body was as a lone animal, cornered, starving and desperate. Despite how much he craved respite the knowledge that it was almost over was enough to get him by this final day of total abstinence.

Outside it was still night, the twilight soon to creep in to announce the morning chirping of the local birds. His family's compound was fairly large, consisting of a number of small, but handsome constructions. This was the family's private quarters, which he was just leaving. Each of there family members had there own rooms here, and the building itself was made to enclose and surround a large indoor bath that was there own personal natural hot spring. There was not much in the way of privacy and modesty in there family. This was fine, but his two years of forced detachment had made all of them act in a way that was down right lecherous when around him. Even though this was custom and expected he would have preferred greatly if his own family could have stayed out of this training.

After making it to the breakfast table he seated himself, his mouth watering to the thought of food, yet his mind knowing that no such thing could be. He waited for the rest of his family to arrive, which now consisted of mostly women. This was understandable, what with the war. The youngest arrived first, greeting him with an energy that he had forsaken since he, himself, was young. In this group there was an equal amount of boys as there were girls, what with the males still being too young yet to go and fight alongside there brothers, cousins, uncles and fathers. Raign, with his gifts, had been forbidden to join the other men or he, himself, would have been out there with them now.

Next came the older groups and suddenly the lack of males became obvious. These girls, who were now, under the law, women were still girls to him, each greeted him with an imitation of there older role models. It was uncomfortable, but at this point intoxicating to the point of madness. One kissed him with flicks of her tongue and passed her hand over the lump in his robes. It was terrible for him and wonderful as his closest kin did this to him, his sisters and closest cousins. The same sister that he had seen naked earlier whispered in his ear how much she wanted him. He could only close his eyes and hope that breakfast would end soon. His aunts and some of the older men came last, the older women already in the kitchen with his mother and some of the other women of the household. These women who greeted him next were the ones that drove his body wild the most. One did something with his ear that made him gasp, another trailed kissed down his neck, opening up his robe even to reach his chest. Another went so far as to pull him to the edge of his seat and striped in front of every one to give him a lap dance that ended in her pushed pleasantly against his cock with her hips grinding against him. He could have died if he had cum, but he would not, would not allow himself to, not yet.

This aunt's husband would have killed him if he were here, but he was not and so it would go on.

When the food came he was granted the largest portions and the finest deserts, yet all he could do was smell them and look at them with a hunger that was even greater even then his lust. With his will maintaining him he looked over at the goblets of water being passed around. Water, not wine, nor beer, but plain, ordinary water. Thirst. It was all he was at that moment, as he looked down at his goblet, watching the liquid shift and sputter. The tears would not come, yet he should have cried.

Just one more day.

After every one had there fill they all left the table save Peter. His mother was waiting for him after all the other's had left. Besides the women of the house hold, which were cleaning up after the morning meal, he and his mother were now alone. She removed all of her clothes, as she always did at this time, and pulled open his robes to reveal the length of his body. He was hard and her touch was soft. He looked away as she lowered herself onto him. He looked over at that same sister as before. She was watching this, rubbing her tits idly. A voice in his head told him to take them, to violate them both violently and quickly, to get it over with. He remained motionless and silent, ignoring and suppressing the body.

He could still hear what she had whisper in his ear earlier, "Peter, I wont you. I wont you to fuck me for hours every night for the rest of our lives."

His mother was worm and the friction felt good, but she only lay against him unmoving, her body, her large breasts, here lips and her hips pressed against him. He would have no release in this embrace, so he only watched his sister and smiled, wanting just then, more than anything else, what she had promised him. If she hadn't been just saying that as part of his ordeal he would have forsaken everything for her, his position, the church, even the good God.

When his mother withdrew he was saddened but also relieved. All of this and he hadn't whispered a word, and until one more day passed he would have nothing at all to say to any one. Listen, but don't talk. He would cried if he had been even able to anymore.

Peter took his leave of both mother and sister, going back up to his room to rest and pray.