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 Title: Native Sister
Summary: A man joins his sister in the jungle and engages in taboo.
Keywords: mf,inc,fict
   "The trick," I said, scraping my knife briskly against the flint, "is to
make sure you have your larger twigs and pieces of wood near you once you
get the tinder ignited.  It's a little embarrassing to get your fire
started and then remember you still need fuel to keep it going!"
   The small group around me chuckled then offered their expected noises of
delight and amazement when I finally got my sparks to ignite the small
bundle of dried pine needles.  I bent over and blew gently on the embers to
bring them to a fine glow, then began placing some twigs and larger pieces
of wood onto the small licks of flame.
   "And voila," I said, "man makes fire.  Now, it's your turn."
   I stood and watched them disperse, three couples.  It was my latest
survivor school class.  So far my A-students were, surprisingly, among the
oldest students I'd ever had, both in their mid-sixties, but both absolute
troopers in the harsh summer conditions.  They got their fire going in
about five minutes.  The other two couples weren't quite as adept.  There
was a nerdy-bookish duo in their mid-forties, and a young silly pair of
lovers in their early-20s.  (I could say "young" and "silly" because I was
comfortably in my 30s.) The young couple was somewhat quarrelsome, too,
which was surprising.  I was hoping it wouldn't get worse as the stress of
the hike mounted.  All of them, however, had good credit lines, and they'd
all paid the healthy fee to hire me, their survival guide, for a seven-day
trek through this particularly unpopulated section of the Sierra Nevada
mountains.
   Just to get here we'd had to hike over 10 miles.  As everyone in my
group was already in fairly good shape (it's a survival school, not a fat
farm) and had left with full bellies, the hike had been quite pleasant. 
But now, several hours in, they'd had little food and few breaks.  They
would soon be in full survival mode, but this was what they'd paid for, so
spirits were still somewhat high.  It would be interesting to see how they
digested their share of the large rattle snake I'd trapped, killed and
skinned for dinner this evening.  All of our meals on this trek were going
to be only from what nature could provide.  By the end of this journey we
would each burning upwards of 4000 calories per day yet ingesting little
more than 500.  If they knew what was good for them, they'd enjoy--or at
least appreciate--their snake supper.
   Eventually, with only a little coaching from me, everyone got their
fires going, each proud that not a single match or drop of lighter fluid
had been used.  And as I suspected, they ate their roasted snake meat with
only minimal squeamishness.  The evening was made all the more enjoyable
when I produced my hidden canister of single malt Scotch whisky, just
enough for the seven of us to have a couple of small shots.  I told them
that this was the last bit of booze they'd be enjoying for the next six
nights.
   Earlier in the afternoon I'd shown them all how to make simple lean-to
shelters with pine branches, sticks and pine needles for padding, and
eventually the couples began settling into their rudimentary shelters. 
Well, that one young couple had gone off somewhere.  I'd assumed they'd
just been eager to fuck each other in the wild outdoors and I certainly
couldn't blame them.  We were in pristine country: forest, lakes and
mountains untouched by human industrialization.  But I was wrong.  I saw
the girl, Karin, wander back into the camp area, alone.
   I asked her, "Where's David?" Her husband.
   "Who the fuck cares?" she replied.
   I looked at her, surprised.  She was a cute girl, about five-and-a-half
feet tall, short brown hair, brown eyes, nice teeth.  Though slightly
chunky, Karin had a nice round ass and full, milky breasts, which I'd
noticed right away.  But she'd come here with her husband.  Kind of hard to
hit on a girl in a situation like this.
   Catching my stare Karin said, "Oh, he's just over there, near the edge
of the lake.  He's okay."
   "Good," I said.  The safety of these six people was my absolute
priority.
   "It's just," she said in a whisper, "he can be such an asshole
sometimes!"
   I nodded.  They'd had a fight.  That wasn't exactly uncommon when
couples were subjected to the stress of survival training.  I was just
surprised they were at each others' throats on the very first night, but
their tepidly argumentative attitude toward each other earlier today had
foreshadowed this.
   "Sorry," she said.  "I didn't mean to vent."
   "No worries."
   She looked at me up and down.  She said, "You're pretty easy-going,
aren't you, Cal?"
   "I suppose."
   We locked eyes.  Something connected there, I was sure.  Admittedly,
however, I was the first to look away.  Having spent a lot of time often
alone in the wilderness these last few years, I'd pretty much lost the
ability to flirt or seduce.  My "people skills" were very rusty.  If
something was going to happen here, I was shying away from it like a
novice.
   "Well," she said at last, "I'd better get back to my little shelter. 
You said we were moving on at dawn, right?"
   I managed to glance back to her face.  "Yeah."
   Karin reached for my arm, turning my watch so she could see the time on
its luminescent dial.  It was a little after nine.  Her fingers felt nice.
Christ, I hadn't been laid in a long, long time.
   She said, "We'd better get some sleep." Giving me a strange look.
   "Yes." All I could stammer out.
   She moved off and I watched her full round ass, trying to determine if
she was wearing a thong despite being in the wild.  I hoped so.  Then
again, what did it matter?  She'd be settling down with her asshole
husband, I'd be bedding down alone, as usual, as always....
   * * *
   With those thoughts being the last of my waking state, it was in a
dreamy state that I'd been fantasizing about Karin settling down beside me,
in my own shelter, reaching under my shirt, under my pants...then it became
a waking dream, a highly erotic dream, because I knew I was aroused, fully
erect, and feeling the most wonderful pressure from what I imagined to be
Karin's hand....
   "There you go," I heard a soft whispering voice say.  "That's my hard
mountain man."
   I opened my eyes, realizing that the dream was a reality.  In the pitch
dark, under a moonless sky of twinkling stars, I could not actually
see--but certainly feel--Karin squirming against me.  She had one of her
legs over mine as I lay there on my back.  Her breasts were squished
against my arm, her warm breath on my neck.  Her hand was busy in my
unzipped shorts, where she'd secured a firm grip on my hard cock.  She
began pumping more steadily when she sensed that I'd awoken.
   "Karin..."
   "Shh, Cal, shh," she cooed softly.  "No words, baby, just enjoy it."
   "But..."
   "It's okay.  He went to go sleep down by the lake.  We're still mad at
each other."
   I digested this, all the while feeling my scrotum contract and my cock
twitch in the sheer delight of having a woman's soft hand stroking me.  If
her husband was down by the lake, he was a good hundred yards away, well
out of earshot.  However, the next shelter closest to mine, the elderly
couple, was only about fifteen yards.  Silence was a necessity.
   So I kept silent and allowed Karin to work on my cock.  In return, I
managed to get an arm around her and began to massage her back and feel her
body as much as I could in my position.  She was a little plump but she was
also soft and warm--and female.  I was as horny as hell now.
   Eventually, Karin got my shorts and underwear undone and pulled down to
my knees.  Her stroking was smooth and steady, experienced.
   "You've got a nice big cock, baby," she whispered.  "Gonna be a nice
tight fit."
   My pine-needle bedding poked and itched my naked butt, but as long as
this woman was manipulating my genitalia and talking like that I felt like
I could tolerate a bed of nails.  I frowned when I felt her hand
temporarily pull away from my cock, but I soon realized it was only so she
could remove her own shorts and panties.  She began to straddle me.  I
began trembling with excitement.  Here I'd been only childishly hoping for
a simple hand job, but it turns out I was about to get laid!
   As Karin slid her body on top of mine, I began to feel her up more
aggressively.  She still had a tank top on, but she'd removed her bra, and
now her huge tits squished and swelled in my hungry grip.  Her nipples were
rock hard.  Lower down, I felt her stomach brush against mine, and there
was a further smoothness...she was fully shaved down there!  Her
baby-smooth pussy was now rubbing against my throbbing cock.  How she had
planned on keeping that thing shaved so nicely over the course of a hike
through the wilderness was neither here nor there at the moment.  What
mattered is that it was smooth now, and it was grinding against my cock. 
She let the moisture of her slit lube my shaft as she slid up and down,
letting out little quiet gasps as our privates heated with sexual friction
against each other.
   "Try not to cum too soon," she whispered in my ear.
   Considering how horny I was, and how long it'd been since I'd last
fucked a girl--months at least--there was no way I could guarantee how long
I'd last, but soon we'd find out because I now felt Karin lift her hips
slightly as she reached down for my cock.  With the tips of her warm
fingers, she angled me slightly.  She began to lower herself down.
   Thumping.
   My heart, was it my heart?  Thumping that hard?  Who cared, I didn't
care.  I was ready to insert myself into a pussy.  A wet, willing and
equally horny pussy.  I got a grip on her naked hips now, trying to force
her on to me.  But just as Karin lowered herself down so that the lips of
her pussy only just began to split slightly against the tip of my penis,
she paused.
   Thumping.  Louder.  Thump, thump, thump...
   We both cocked our heads.  What the hell was that?  We could feel it in
the ground, in the air.  It wasn't a stampede, there were no elk or horses
or cattle around these parts.  It wasn't someone running; it was too heavy
and all-encompassing.
   Jesus, the head of my penis was virtually inside this girl now, this
wonderfully plump and squishy and warm and wet girl.  If only she would
lower those strong hips down on my-
   Thumping became chopping, became loud, very distinctive chopping.
   "Oh no," I uttered.
   "What is it?" she asked.
   Our answer was given in the form of a blast of wind and sound and light.
But not from any natural phenomenon.  It was a helicopter, which burst upon
the scene with a hideous thumping and chopping noise as it came up over a
nearby mountain and into the little valley where we were camping.  It's
search light was piercing the darkness, its strobes were winking, and of
course the sound of the chopper blades cut through the peaceful night.  As
it approached, the search light became more precise in its arching back and
forth, until it found our camp, until it found me.
   "Oh fuck!" Karin gasped.
   She scrambled off of me, clutching excitedly for her shorts.  I lay
there for a moment, my aching cock exposed to the world and this spotlight.
But soon I covered up and stood.  Karin had run back to her own shelter.  I
wasn't sure who in the camp had seen her with me, but I suspected the
elderly couple had.
   In a clearing about fifty yards away, the chopper set down and someone
jumped out, immediately jogging directly in my direction.  Before he said
anything, I knew it was my business partner and fellow survivalist, Kevin.
   "Hi, Cal," he shouted cheerfully over the sound of the chopper.  He
glanced toward the camp, then back to me, grinning.  "Who was that?"
   "No one," I grumbled.  "What the hell--"
   "Sorry, dude," Kevin shouted.  "You got an emergency call, but I
couldn't reach you on the SP."
   I glared at him.  In the event of a dire emergency--broken leg,
food-born illness, bear attack, etc.--I kept a satellite phone in my pack.
But there'd been no reason to turn it on.  Kevin must have found me through
the emergency GPS chip I also kept in my pack.
   I shouted, "What the hell could be so important that it can't wait a few
days?"
   "Your sister," Kevin replied.  "She's been trying to reach you urgently
since shortly after you started out with this group."
   I frowned.  My sister was half a world away, conducting research in New
Guinea.  What would be so urgent that she'd leave the jungle to reach me in
an equally remote location?
   Kevin put a hand on my shoulder.  "I'll take over here.  Joe will fly
you back." He jerked the thumb of his free hand toward the waiting
helicopter.
   I glanced around.  Everyone in the camp, including Karin and David, were
watching.  I exchanged a brief glance with Karin in the dim light.  She
looked disappointed.  I knew I was, but of course I was curious about my
sister.
   Kevin said, "Don't worry.  I'll explain the situation and take good care
of them." I nodded, shrugged a sort of apology to my group, then began
trotting over to the helicopter, leaving my gear behind for Kevin's use.
   I could just hear Kevin's parting words following me as I headed away,
"Did you save any of the whisky?"
   * * *
   An amazing fact about living in the 21st century is that it is very
realistically feasible to get from any random point on the planet to any
other in about 24 hours.  Sure it could cost a hell of a lot, between
booking last-minute commercial and chartered flights, but as I stepped from
the hatch of the small twin-turboprop onto a gravelly tarmac outside Papua,
New Guinea, just over 23 hours from the moment I lifted off from my
Northern California camp site, I was proving this theory sound. 
Ironically, I was even early!  When I made my way to the little
weather-beaten single-story building at one end of the runway--what passed
for a terminal--I saw no sign of my sister.
   Inside this building, there was no relief from the blast of heat and
humidity that had pummeled me upon egress from the plane.  It felt like
about 90 degrees with easily 99% humidity.  Pretty damned sticky after the
more comfortable dry heat of the Sierra Nevada mountains.
   "I'm sorry to do this to you, but I'm desperate," she had said last
night--well, a day ago.  Her soft voice had sounded stressed over the
crackling of the satellite phones we had been using.
   Miss Tara Staddon, soon to be Doctor of Anthropology Tara Staddon, was
my 29-year-old younger sister.  My only sibling.  Being no less an
adventurer than me, she'd found a post-graduate program that kept her in
the field as much as possible, and her latest project was supposed to keep
her in New Guinea for the better part of a year.  She was only about six
months in so far.  All I knew about her project was that it required living
with a particular group of natives and studying various aspects of their
lives.  I mused at the image my tall dirty-blond blue-eyed sister must have
made mingling amongst what I imagined to be much shorter, much darker
members of some backward tribe in the middle of the jungle.
   In the "terminal," I dropped by duffle bag on the floor and stretched.
After spending most of the last 23 hours in a seated position, I was happy
to stretch to my full six feet and let the legs learn how to walk again. 
There were only a couple of other people here: an old Asian-looking man
sleeping in a chair, his bag between his knees, and a middle-aged woman
with a brown walnut-shaped face at the counter of what appeared to be a
snack bar.  I frowned.  I only had American currency and I doubted a place
like this would take credit cards.  Nevertheless, I was hungry, having had
little more than peanuts (and some snake) in the past day.  Certainly she'd
accept dollars, though I'd probably have to pay five times the normal
asking price as an "exchange" rate.  The next trick would be how to talk
with her, since other than English I could get by tolerably well in Spanish
but that was it.
   "Calvin!"
   I spun around, ignoring the fact that I hate my full name being used,
and was very happy to see my sister already running toward me from the
doorway.
   "Hey, kid!" I said as we embraced.  At five-nine, she did pretty well in
keeping up with my height.  Nevertheless I used my joy at seeing her as an
excuse to lift her bodily against me and swing her around a bit.  We kissed
cheeks, hugged a long time, leaned back to look at each other, then hugged
some more.  The lady at the counter smiled.  The old man never stirred.
   We finally detached and I took a good look at her.  She was still the
tall and slender girl I remembered, wearing khaki shorts and a white tank
top.  Looking me up and down as much as I was examining her, she said, "You
have no idea how happy I am to see you, Cal.  You have saved me!"
   I thought she was making it sound more melodramatic than it really was.
Apparently, the project Tara was on required two researchers.  Her fellow
grad student and friend, John, had taken a turn for the worse, Tara
explained, after a strange spider bite on his thigh had become infected,
and he had to be invalided home a few days ago.  Tara had gone on to
clarify by phone that if she didn't get a new research partner by her side
within a week she'd have to shut down the project and go home.  No other
students in her class were available--or reachable--and that's when she'd
thought of me.
   "But I'm no scientist," I had said through the phone static.
   "You'll make up for it in other ways," she had countered.  "You are an
expert in survival techniques, Cal.  You're used to any array of extreme
conditions, and I need someone who's not afraid to go without running water
and can handle getting dirty.  Also, from all your excursions around the
world, you've had all the necessary shots and can acclimatize to the jungle
immediately, whereas anyone else would need to prepare for weeks, if not
months!  And you may not be an anthropologist but you have a good head on
your shoulders and can still make good observations.  As a former Navy
SEAL--"
   "I was never a SEAL," I had said quickly, my ears reddening.  "I washed
out in Hell Week, remember?"
   "Close enough, Cal.  You blew your knee out on the second to last day!"
   "Well..." It was no use arguing that I hadn't been allowed to try again,
my ACL reconstruction surgery having proven somewhat complicated.  Instead,
I finished my service in the regular Navy, resigning honorably as a
lieutenant after six years.  I had wanted to be a SEAL, in Special
Operations, not driving a ship.  If I couldn't do the former I was never
going to be satisfied with the latter.
   In any event, I was now here in one of the last remaining truly remote
parts of Planet Earth with my sister who needed my help.  Other than having
to cancel future survivor school outings back home, this wasn't costing me
anything.  Tara's grant had covered every aspect of the amazingly expensive
series of connecting flights to get me here so quickly.
   She stepped back and looked at me.  "You look tired, Cal, but you look
good."
   "You too, sis." I glanced at the snack bar, then back to her.
   She smiled.  "I have some food in the Jeep.  Let's go."
   A couple of hours later we were still speeding along a narrow muddy
road, the jungle beginning to thicken around us.  My lunch had consisted of
a can of tuna and crackers.  It was the fanciest, most Western type of meal
Tara could provide from her camp supplies.  She explained that she had long
since switched to the native diet of the people she'd been studying, but
she figured I'd want to ease myself into that unique diet slowly.  I was
still yet to learn about whatever that "native diet" consisted of.
   Tara's was an old open-top Jeep, beat to hell from weather and use but
still solid on its chassis.  She was an expert with the clutch and
obviously knew this road like the back of her hand.  Despite my would-be
Special Forces toughness and survivalist profession I found myself gripping
the "oh-shit" bar in front of me pretty firmly for a while.  To distract
myself, I glanced over at my sister, trying to see if anything had changed
about her since the last time I'd seen her.
   Her dirty-blond hair was longer, hanging well below her shoulder level
in a simple pony tail.  Her smooth skin was very bronzed, the tan giving
her a very healthy glow.  She was still slim but not too skinny,
thankfully. Living out in the wilderness, well away from hamburgers and ice
cream, people can lose muscle as well as fat.  But I could see from Tara's
toned arms, bare in her white tank top, that she was very healthy.
   In looking at the shape of her arms, I suddenly found myself locking
onto her breasts.  For a tall slender girl, Tara's chest was pretty
sizable. I couldn't begin to guess cup size or anything like that, but each
breast had to be a good handful, no, a double handful each!  They were firm
and moved heavily with the motion of the Jeep.  I could tell she wasn't
wearing a bra....
   Oh, my god, I was getting an erection.  From my sister's tits!
   I swallowed, shifted in my seat, and looked away.  Just boobs, right? 
Perhaps I was still just a bit worked up over the serious case of
blue-balls I got from not being able to fully penetrate Karin.  The penis
didn't know the difference, right?  But the brain did, and I blushed in
shame.  Fortunately, Tara had been concentrating on her driving and hadn't
noticed my stare.  As we drove along, she caught me up on some key bits of
information I'd need to know before we got to the village, and I refocused
my attention on her words so as to get my mind out of the gutter.
   "The people I'm living with and studying are called the Kasabai," she
said, adding "not to be confused with the Kombai or the neighboring Korowai
tribes."
   "Oh, of course not."
   She glanced at me, saw I was grinning.  "Smart ass," she said.  She
looked straight ahead again, shrugging as we bounced over a large pothole.
"Actually, you may have heard of the Kombai.  These British guys did a
documentary series on them a couple of years ago.  They lived with the
tribe and became adopted by them.  They were able to gain incredible
knowledge from the culture.  I'm doing something sort of similar to that
with the Kasabai."
   "You're filming a documentary?"
   "Oh no, nothing that fancy.  They had a whole camera crew.  I'm just
doing my own humble research.  But I'm pretty excited about it because this
is the first time the Kasabai have allowed a Westerner to live with them."
   "That's great, Tara!  Your doctorate is assured." I watched her grin,
white even teeth glowing in her tanned face.  I then asked, "If they're
such a closed society, won't they be a little apprehensive about me, an
unknown outsider?"
   Tara glanced at me again, then back at the road.  She shrugged again. 
"Well..." She hesitated for some reason.  Strange: I'd never known my
sister to be shy about anything around me.  But she continued, "It would
normally be a little awkward, yes, and they will certainly be a bit timid
around you at first.  But I...I worked out an arrangement with the elders
which will ensure that you are quite welcome." Turning to me and seeing the
curiosity on my face she added, "Don't worry, Cal.  There's nothing to be
afraid of."
   I sensed there was more to be said about this, that Tara was holding
back, but since I couldn't even begin to guess about what I was truly
getting myself into I decided to trust my sister and enjoy the ride with no
further questions.  It was a ride that was to eventually take four and a
half hours.
   I did my best to keep from staring at her bouncing breasts.
   By the time Tara slowed and brought the Jeep to a halt, the track on
which we'd been driving could hardly have been called a road.  In fact,
we'd been in full four-wheel-drive for the last 90 minutes.  I glanced back
when we stopped, and if I hadn't known where we'd just come from I would've
had a hard time figuring out which way would take us back to civilization.
   "This is as far as we can drive," Tara said, hopping out.  "Grab your
bag and give me a hand with this tarp, will you?"
   I took in our immediate surroundings when I climbed out of the Jeep.  We
were in a camp site, complete with a heavy canvass tent, a table under
mosquito netting, a place for a fire, and four stacks of huge cases made of
heavy-duty plastic.  Whatever was in those cases was sealed tightly against
any kind of weather.  I threw my bag near one stack and returned to help
Tara drape a huge olive-drab plastic tarp completely over the Jeep.
   She said, "Other than driving John out and picking you up, I haven't had
to use the Jeep in months.  I'm glad it started up right away when I needed
it." She saw me glance around the camp again and said, "This is only a kind
of base camp where I keep my extra supplies.  John and I stayed here the
first couple of weeks only.  Once we were accepted into the tribe, we've
been living with them ever since."
   "Cool," I said.  I was getting into this now, the upcoming challenge of
living like a native.
   "If you want any more Western food, look into that third stack of cases
and help yourself to whatever you can carry.  But just so you know, we have
another few miles to go on foot."
   I went near the cases to grab my bag again.  I said, "Perhaps a couple
of bottled waters if you have them.  But if you've managed to survive off
of whatever food they feed you in the tribe, I'm sure I can survive too."
   "If you say so." She smiled, opening a case and tossing me a couple of
waters.  "In the village I have a supply of tablets for the water you'll
drink there, though my tests show little risk of contamination, amazingly."
   "Good to know." I opened my bag and pulled out my old beat-up canteen
and belt.  I poured the contents of the bottled water into the canteen,
then clipped it onto my belt.  Also on the belt was my Navy survival knife
and a flint.  I closed up the bag, which had only a few other odds and
ends--nothing too heavy--and slung it over my shoulder.  I was ready for a
good hike.  I was wearing very high-quality boots (the one thing you don't
go cheap on, trust me), light-weight cargo pants and a loose long-sleeved
button shirt, all of a light, breathable fabric.  "After you, sis."
   We didn't go up or down any steep hills or mountains, but the terrain
was not for casual strolling.  A couple of times I started wondering if
we'd need a machete, but Tara always seemed to know just where to slightly
alter her course to keep us from away from the thicker vines and jungle
debris.  Above us, tall beautiful trees towered upward into the sky,
forming a classic jungle canopy.  Pure striking sunlight beams penetrated
only here and there, piercing through the steam of the humidity.  I kept
myself hydrated with frequent sips from my canteen.  It would take a couple
weeks for my system to acclimatize to the weather here.  Unlike Tara, who
was quite used to it, I was sweating buckets and would quickly become
light-headed and dehydrated if I wasn't careful, even if I didn't feel
thirsty.
   At one point Tara steered us alongside a stream, and we both splashed
around a bit, letting the cool water rinse off our sweat and bring our
bodies' temperatures down.  While I was bending over in one direction, Tara
playfully splashed water on my ass, soaking me to the skin.  I quickly
turned and scooped water right back her way.  She half turned and caught
the blow on her right side, which got soaked.  We were both laughing at our
sudden return to childhood antics, but I suddenly got very serious and very
adult again when I saw that the water had soaked through enough of Tara's
shirt to give me a distinct impression of the dark nipple of her right
breast.  What's more, her nipple was noticeably hard.
   I swallowed and turned away, moving myself from the water.
   When I turned back, Tara was already resuming our journey, merely
glancing back to make sure I was following.  If she had noticed me noticing
her...her boob, she didn't seem to show any concern.  We walked in silence
for several minutes, and I used this time to chide myself inwardly and
profusely for actually allowing my pulse to start racing after seeing an
intimate part of my own sister's anatomy.  It was ridiculous, and I was
acting like a pervert.  I tried to tell myself I'd seen her boobs before,
several times in fact.  But it was one thing to share the bathtub as kids,
or get an accidental glimpse of sibling nudity growing up and sharing a
bathroom.  But as an adult, with adult parts...and adult desires....
   Tara broke my reverie by explaining a little more about the Kasabai. 
"They have a very structured hierarchy," she said.  "They have followed
incredibly unique and specific customs for generations, which is a
considerable achievement since their language is not written.  Only passed
on through elaborate story-telling.  They are very weary of outsiders,
because they worry that outside influences can tarnish their strict
practices and throw their people into chaos.  Westerners have been trying
to observe the Kasabai for over fifty years without success...until now."
   I was impressed.  I asked, "How did you succeed when all others failed?"
   She stopped and turned toward me.  I was actually relieved to see that
her shirt had dried just enough so that her areola was no longer visible.
   "All the other Westerners," she said, "were men."
   I looked at her for a moment, trying to tell if she was messing with me.
I could tell she was being very matter-of-fact, but I could also see that
she was quite pleased with her little triumph.
   "You see," she continued, "unlike the Kombai and the Korowai, the
Kasabai are a female-dominant tribe.  Those 'elders' I was referring to
earlier?  They're women."
   "I see..."
   Tara smiled.  "The world of anthropology is overwhelmingly
male-dominated, so, as you would imagine, every Western expert who tried
getting this tribe to open up to him was a guy.  The elders would have none
of it.  The fact that I'm a woman, a woman of what they perceived to be
significant influence--they saw that I was John's superior--is what opened
them up to me.  As simple as that."
   "Really?"
   "Well, that and the fact that I was very patient and willing to learn
their ways as much as possible while trying to not overly influence them
with my own Western way of thinking.  That's one of the reasons I leave
ninety percent of my gear at the base camp when I live among the Kasabai.
The most complicated piece of equipment I have with me here is a digital
camera and digital sound recorder.  I have to take all my notes by hand."
   "Is that a problem?"
   "For me, no.  But anthropologists of the twenty-first century--most
scientists who work in the field, really--have become addicted to gadgets.
Laptops, satellite links, processed foods, designer sleeping bags from
REI...all the comforts of home.  I'm perfectly happy to without all that
crap.  Like you."
   "Me?"
   She nodded toward my waist, "Look, you've got your water can, a knife
and--what is that, a flint?  I'd be willing to guess the only other things
you have in your bag are a couple of spare pieces of clothing, perhaps a
book or two.  Maybe a flashlight?" She saw from my expression that she was
absolutely right.  "See?  Any other adventurer would probably want a huge
backpack full of all kinds of toys.  But not my big brother!" She smiled.
"We're going to make a great team, Cal."
   I smiled back.  "Can't wait.  So, how much further?"
   "Oh, we're here." She paused.  "Well, almost...."
   There it was again, that strange aura of hesitancy that had come upon
Tara earlier, on the drive through the jungle.  Reflecting back, I'd sensed
this timidity over the phone too, when she'd first begged me to help her. I
felt that I was about to find out why this growing sense of awkwardness was
hitting us.  I watched Tara carefully as she stepped over to a nearby tree
and knelt at its base, turning her back to me.  She pulled aside a few
vines and revealed another of those heavy-duty cases.
   She undid the snaps on the lid and said, "The village is just through
those trees, about a hundred yards.  But...I need to...change first."
   Curious.  "Into what?"
   "Well...not exactly into...." She stood and turned.  She was holding
something in her hand.  It appeared to be a sort of belt with decorative
beads woven with thinly split dried reeds.  She crossed over to me and held
the belt out.  "Hold this for me, please."
   Looking down at the belt, I said, "Impressive.  Pretty detailed
craftsmanship for a people who use no machines." I was trying to sound
sophisticated, getting into anthropologist mode.  I glanced up at her. 
"You have to wear this?"
   "Yes.  But...well, only that."
   I blinked.  "Come again?"
   Tara glanced down and fiddled with her fingers in front of her.  She
said, "Listen, Cal, I know this is going to be a little weird at first, but
the thing with the Kasabai tribe--actually with all of the tribes in this
region--clothing does not exist."
   I swallowed.  What a concept: clothing does not exist.  I could readily
recall flipping through any random edition of National Geographic, or
flipping around on channels like Discovery or History, and of course there
would occasionally be some images of naked natives running around.  For
some reason, however, I just never thought of that being the case here.  To
be more specific, it never even remotely occurred to me that my sister
would be buying into the concept.
   She was staring at me now, probably expecting me to flip out.  I took a
breath.  I had to be clear about this.
   "Tara," I said, "are you telling me that you're going to be walking
around--naked--wearing this?" I held up the belt.
   "Yes, Cal."
   "In front of me."
   She nodded.  "In front of everyone.  Think of it as a nudist camp. 
Everyone's naked."
   "I'm not everyone.  I'm your brother."
   "I know, Cal.  Believe me, this isn't going to be any easier for me than
it is for you.  But I've come too far with this tribe.  The work I'm doing
here is going to make my career.  I'm actually on the verge of a huge
breakthrough into one of their secret traditional ceremonies.  And if it
means I have to let you see me naked, well...I can live with that."
   Now I was getting angry.  I paced around a little.  Finally I stopped
and glared at her.  "You deliberately waited for me to travel ten thousand
miles from home, then another six hours through a jungle to tell me that I
would soon be staring at you naked."
   Tara smirked.  "You don't have to stare."
   "Oh Jesus," I bellowed, walking away from her.
   Tara caught up to me, putting a hand on my shoulder.  "Cal, please." She
nudged me to face her.  I did.  She said, "I'm sorry, that was uncalled
for. I know this is terribly awkward for you, but I was afraid."
   "Afraid of what?"
   "That you would say no.  That you wouldn't help me."
   "So you tricked me?"
   "I didn't trick you, Cal" She glanced down again.  "I just...didn't tell
you all the details."
   "Tara, this is a pretty fucking major detail!"
   I'd let my voice go up in volume on that last outburst.  It shut Tara up
completely.  She turned and walked slowly back toward the case.  We stood
away from each other in silence for a few minutes.  I gave some serious
thought to the situation.  I considered what might have happened had Tara
told me over the phone that I would have to look at her naked throughout my
time in the jungle with her.  Would I have said no?  I certainly would have
hesitated.  I'm sure there were times, especially during puberty, that I
was intrigued by my sister's body, and perhaps I had even thought of her in
a sexual way from time to time.  But I was a full-grown adult now, and I
was supposed to have command over such unorthodox Freudian feelings.
   But here it is: I am an adult.  Tara is an adult.  She is willing to
strip nude in front of her brother for the sake of science and learning. 
Will it be really fucking awkward?  Yes.  Will the world come to an end? 
No.
   I sighed and walked over to Tara.  Hearing my footsteps, she turned to
me and I said, "Look, I'm sorry about overreacting.  But I hope you didn't
think I was just going to shrug and be cool with it the instant I found
this out, right?"
   She shook her head.  "No, of course not.  I knew it would shock you."
She shrugged, then offered a slight grin despite the situation.  "I suppose
it would've been stranger had you simply accepted the idea out of hand."
   I had to chuckle at that too.  "Come here." We stepped toward one
another and hugged.  Peace was made.  When we parted I said, "Look, I'm
willing to go along with this, but don't expect me to be very comfortable
with it.  At least not for a while."
   She nodded, and I could tell she was trying to contain her relief that I
was going to support her.  She said, "That's why I picked this spot, near
the village, to reveal this information--and myself, actually--to you. 
It's important that when we enter the village you do not act awkward about
the fact that I'm not wearing clothes."
   "Okay."
   Suddenly it got very quiet, just the sounds of the jungle.  We stared at
each other.  In a strangely comic way, we both simultaneously realized that
the only thing left now was for Tara to strip.  With a sheepish grin and a
"here goes nothing" shrug, Tara bent over to begin unlacing her hiking
boots.  I watched her for a moment then turned my back to her.  I knew I
was going to see my sister naked very shortly, but I would at least be a
gentlemen and not ogle her while she disrobed.
   Behind me I heard the rustling of clothes.  Tara, her voice a little
hesitant, said, "It's funny, I actually feel somewhat constricted wearing
Western clothes now.  I've been going around in the buff for so long, it
becomes quite comfortable."
   "I guess it's liberating," I said uneasily.  I heard a new sound now,
like pieces of plastic bumping together, and I realized it was the belt of
beads in my hand, which had begun trembling.
   "Yeah," Tara was saying, "I think I'll have to join one of those
naturist colonies when I get back to civilization." A pause.  "Belt,
please." I levered my arm backward for her to take it.  I felt her lift it
from my hand, then heard the jostling of the beads as she presumably put
the thing on.  This was followed by the sounds of her footsteps retreating
slightly, then the clamping sound of the case; she was probably putting her
Western clothes into it.
   Finally, she said, "Okay, Cal."
   "Okay, what?"
   "You might as well turn around, silly.  You're going to have to get a
look sooner or later, and I want to get it over with before we go into the
village."
   "Okay," I said weakly.  I suddenly flashed back to being 12 again, about
to peak through my neighbor's window and see the naked form of a live
full-grown woman for the first time: Mrs.  Durham.  She liked to vacuum in
the nude, all five-foot-two, two-hundred pounds of her....
   I turned.  I gasped.  Tara was no short, fat Mrs.  Durham.
   Tara was, in fact, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
   And she was my sister.
   My head began swimming as I took in the sight.  Being tall and slender,
Tara was not exceptionally curvy, but she sported full rounded breasts that
some might consider a bit too large for her frame, perhaps even fake.  But
I'd seen the way they'd bounced and jiggled with liquid perfection in the
Jeep.  They were indeed natural and they were mesmerizing.  Her areolas
looked dark despite her golden tan, and she sported pert stubby nipples. 
And Lord help me, they appeared to be erect.
   Below those perfect breasts was an unusually long and completely flat
stomach and torso.  Whatever diet Tara enjoyed with the natives was low in
fat but clearly rich in protein, and being active in the jungle meant
virtually no excess meat on this incredibly toned woman.
   I suddenly realized why Tara's torso seemed to be longer than expected:
she was perfectly shaved in the pelvic region, and where one would have
expected a patch of pubic hair, there was only more golden skin.  Just
above her pussy was the belt of beads, but I very quickly skipped over that
damned thing and went back to her pelvis.  That is, what was between the
pelvis: nothing but a naked little vagina with pretty pink labia right at
her entrance.
At this point I didn't know if I was drooling or swaying or both.  But
somehow I kept upright, and I continued to take Tara's incredible body in
right down to her toes.  Her legs, like the rest of her, were long and
amazingly toned.  Like her pussy, her deeply-tanned legs were obviously
smooth.  I wondered, of all things, just how the hell a woman could find
time to shave her legs--and her vagina--in the middle of the jungle.
   I must have gone on staring for just a bit too long, for now Tara was
beginning to fidget, leaning on one leg, then the other, clasping her hands
in front of her, partially covering her pussy.
   "Cal?"
   The voice seemed to come from far away, a strange soft voice calling my
name two or three times.  After a moment I realized the voice was coming
from directly ahead of me, directly from Tara.  It was just that her tone
seemed far away, and that was due to the sudden streak of self-conscious
that must've been flooding through her.  I suddenly felt bad and swallowed
hard two or three times, regaining my composure.
   Trying to keep my own voice from sounding distant and self-conscious, I
finally looked down and said, "I'm sorry, Tara.  It was just a little more,
well, shocking than I'd prepared for."
   "It's okay, Cal.  I knew it would take some getting used to, which is
why we're doing this now, here, alone." She paused.  "Are you going to be
okay with this?"
   I glanced up at my sister again, and the wave of wonder that was this
naked woman's utterly perfect body washed over me again.  I felt my blood
begin to heat up, my throat constricting, but the initial shock was over.
It was definitely going to be weird for a while, very weird, but as long as
I kept reminding myself that this was for the sake of Tara's project, for
the sake of science, I would somehow get through it.
   I took a deep breath, set no more than a typical crooked grin on my face
and said, "I'm cool.  Let's do this."
   Tara smiled broadly, tears welling in her eyes, obviously relieved.  She
even made as if to step forward and hug me, but that would've been pushing
it a bit too far at this point.  We just grinned stupidly at each other.
   "So how far to the village now?" I asked.
   "Another mile or so, not far."
   "Great." Trying to stay upbeat and proactive, I started marching off in
the direction toward which she had been taking me all along.  But after ten
or fifteen paces I paused: Tara wasn't following.  I turned and looked at
her naked form, standing there back by the tree, near the case.  "What's
up?" I asked.
   "Cal...we're not exactly, um, done here."
   Frowning at her odd tone, I walked back up to her, and now I was
standing just a pace or two from my naked sister.  "What more do we have to
do?" I asked.
   She looked down.  "Cal, people don't...well, people don't wear clothes
in this village."
   "Yeah, I know, that's why you're standing there naked and--" I stopped
suddenly, realizing.  "Oh shit."
   Tara finally looked up at me.
   "You mean you also want me to--"
   She nodded ever so gently, her big brown eyes pleading again.
   I grimaced.  "My God, woman, you're really serious?" I could hem and haw
about it all I wanted, sputtering phrases like "you must be joking" or
"you've got to be kidding me," but there was no getting around the fact
that my sister was 100% serious.  It actually got my blood going again, but
not from the animalistic reaction to seeing a naked woman this time and
more from the fact that here was yet another massive detail my sister had
omitted from her pleas to draw me out here in the first place.
   "Goddammit, Tara," I bellowed.  I think I may have even stomped a foot.
It was just so frustrating.  She remained silent.  I huffed around for a
minute, once again cycling through the logic of the situation.  This time
it didn't take long to come to pretty much the same conclusion.
   Had Tara told me all of these details on the sat phone while I was still
in California, I might not have agreed.  It would've been, "Cal, I need you
to come to this little isolated village in the jungle with me, halfway
around the world, and oh by the way we will both have to be completely
naked around each other.  Is that okay?"
   No, it would not be okay, I probably would've replied.  But that was
10,000 miles ago.  That was when I could have easily said no to a voice
crackling over the weak signal bouncing off satellites in orbit.  Now I was
here, standing before my sister who was as nude as the day she was born,
fully shaved, fully sensual.  And I, her blood-related sibling, was going
to have to get the same way.
   "Okay," I said at last, "here's the deal.  I'm going to do this.  I'm
going to strip down and just try to pretend this is some kind of hazing
trick from Basic, but from here on out, there had better not be any more
fucking surprises, you got it?"
   I'd really laid it on thick by the time I'd gotten to "fucking
surprises," and the words seemed to hit Tara like a slap.  She actually
winced.  And I suddenly felt like shit because I was having a stupid temper
tantrum, obviously a defensive mechanism against the incredible level of
self-consciousness pressing on my psyche.
   There was nothing to do now but strip, so that's what I started doing. I
walked over and dropped my bag on the case, then started unbuttoning my
shirt, my back turned to Tara.  Under normal circumstances, I would have
nothing to be ashamed of.  When not out on a hike with a group of clients,
I exercised regularly and aggressively.  I maintained a strict diet and was
in extremely good shape.  I was by no means one of those freakishly
body-building 'roid-ragers you might see at a 24-Hour Fitness, but I knew I
could hold my own against someone like Daniel Craig or Jeffery Donovan.
   But I was about to show all that to my sister!
   Trying not to turn this into some kind of bazaar strip tease, I just
shucked my clothes as quickly and as unceremoniously as possible.  In just
a couple of moments, I was now as naked as my sister, my back still to her.
I could only assume that she was now staring at my naked butt. 
Fortunately, the skin tone of my ass more or less matched the rest of my
tanned body.  On days off from escorting hikers there was a great little
secluded lake I loved to jog to, then skinny dip in, swimming the
equivalent of a mile or two under the golden sun....
   I realized I was stalling, reluctant to turn around and face--well,
show--the truth.  I knew that once I let my sister see my penis, my
testicles, the final line would be crossed.  With a shrug and a bit of held
breath, I turned around slowly.  And she was waiting, watching.
   So there we were, brother and sister, fully naked and facing each other,
just a few paces apart.  Because of the stress of the situation, the
complete awkwardness actually, it wasn't some raging erection I'd turned
toward my sister.  I was completely flaccid, and I was thankful for that.
An awkward random erection at this moment might have freaked both of us
out. Having said that, in its flaccid state my cock wasn't exactly a
shriveled up little pecker.  I have a good deal of meat down there.  And
Tara seemed to notice.
   "Oh my," she said, bringing a hand up to her mouth.  "Cal, you're...in
very good shape."
   "Thank you," I said, blushing.  "So are you."
   Another few minutes went past, and as our two heart rates slowly but
surely worked back down to something below 100 beats per minute, we allowed
each other to get some good looks.  It had to be this way, otherwise we'd
act totally weird around each other in the village, and that would probably
hamper Tara's ability to do her job with the natives.  Finally, Tara got
back in charge.
   "We'd better get going."
   After sorting things out with the case and my bag, we were once again on
the march.  At first, out of what had been the previous routine, I trailed
slightly behind Tara, letting her lead the way.  We both realized at around
the same moment, however, that whenever I looked up from where I was
walking I was looking directly at my sister's beautiful and perfectly
shaped ass.  So we sort of fell into a side-by-side formation, with Tara
indicating now and then where we needed to head.  Trying to be modest, I
avoided looking at anything in Tara's direction to my left, but out of the
corner of my eye I could see her large breasts swaying, her long slim
thighs flexing.  I'm sure her equivalent field of vision afforded her
glimpses of my penis flopping back and forth as I walked, unconstrained by
any underwear.
   Along the way I made a real effort to take in my surroundings and avoid
looking at--or even thinking about--my naked sister.  The jungle was thick,
steamy and mesmerizing in its perfect blend of teaming life, vivid colors
and faintly pungent decay.  Birds called out, monkeys screamed in the
distance, and a billion insects clicked and chirped and flapped from all
directions.  About a year ago I joined an adventure group on a six-week
trek through the Amazon, so the environment around me was not a shock. 
Nevertheless it was a daunting thought that here I was, in the year 2014
AD, in a world filled with HDTVs, iPods, and stem cell cloning, yet I might
as well have transported back in time to 2014 BC: it would have looked
exactly like this.
   During the rest of the hike Tara explained further details about her
time with the Kasabai and how they had taken her in where other Westerners
had been flatly denied.  She told me that one incredible thing I would
immediately notice when we got to the village was how remarkably clean
everyone was.  Unlike the other tribes, such as the nearby Kombai where
constantly being covered in dirt was a normal thing, the female elders of
the Kasabai believed in keeping the body and soul as literally clean as
possible.
   "They have their own version of that old saying, 'cleanliness is next to
godliness,'" Tara said as we walked along.  "They bathe regularly. 
Sometimes two or even three times per day!  They always pick village
locations very close to streams or rivers with fast-moving water, so it's
easy for them to quickly jump in, rinse off, then jump back out and back to
their routines."
   "That's good to know I guess," I said.  Already drenched in my own
sticky sweat, I relished the thought of being able to regularly jump into a
nice cool stream.  Then I started imagining a bunch of naked
people--including my sister--jumping into the water around me...and I
realized I needed to think about something else quickly so as not to get
aroused.
   But Tara, not sensing my morbid thoughts, wasn't helping.  She said,
"They also like to keep themselves fully...trim, except for the hair on
their heads, which they keep brushed out or braided neatly, also daily.  To
help fit in I do my best to match their style, hence the nakedness and
the...well, being perfectly smooth everywhere."
   I deliberately looked away because my eyes suddenly wanted to see Tara's
"smoothness." She must've thought I was looking at a bird or something
because she continued on this subject: "I realized, though, that shaving
regularly out in the jungle was going to be difficult--just the thought of
razor-burn in nearly one hundred percent humidity--well, so I sort
of...cheated."
   Without looking at her, I said, "What do you mean?"
   "I have plenty of grant money for this project.  And it's sort of a
use-it-or-lose it thing.  What I didn't spend would get folded back into
the university foundation that's sponsoring this project.  Now, I can
honestly say that I did a very good job of staying well within our
established budget." She paused, and when she continued her tone was a
little more subdued, as if she was ready to confess something, which she
did: "A few months before coming out here for the first time, while we were
still planning and prepping and conditioning ourselves in the States, I
realized I was going to be several thousand dollars under budget by the
time I was here.  So I indulged."
   "Indulged?"
   "Laser hair removal." She paused again, and I stole a glance at her,
making an effort to stick to her eyes.  She smiled.  "For about five
thousand dollars and a number of regular treatments, I went in for laser
hair removal.  Everywhere.  And now I never have to shave my armpits or
legs or--well, you know--again!"
   She said this last bit with relish, as if she was thrilled to finally be
able to confess this to someone.  But all this did was get me to think
about her perfectly shaved arm pits and legs and--well, you know.  I said
quickly, "Tell me about their diet."
   Before I looked away again, I saw Tara pout a little.  Had she been
hoping for some sort of pat on the back or something?  But she moved back
into lecture mode quickly: "Their main food staple is sago.  It's primarily
a starch derived from the pith of the sago palm.  They often form it into
what you might call a pancake, and they eat it with fish."
   "Hey, I can handle that," I said, genuinely encouraged.  "Nothing
healthier than fresh fish.  I thought I was going to have to eat giant grub
worms every day."
   "Not every day, but they are an occasional treat for them."
   I glanced at her again, and she was smiling and pretending to rub her
tummy in content.  I knew she was teasing me because I'd probably have to
eat those grubs when offered and she was going to get a kick out of
watching my reaction.  But that thought suddenly left my mind when I found
myself staring at Tara's tummy...and her breasts...and vagina.
   I swallowed and looked ahead again, screaming in my head: SHE'S YOUR
SISTER SHE'S YOUR SISTER SHE'S YOUR SISTER!
   Tara continued in a slightly shaky voice, "Um, they also make a pretty
potent drink out of the sago.  Just a few sips will get your pretty drunk,
but don't ask me to tell you how they make it until after you've tried it."
   "Got it."
   Trying to ignore the fact that her nipples were suddenly hard, poking
out wonderfully.  Hoping she wouldn't notice what felt like my penis
beginning to swell ever so slightly as it flopped back and forth with our
steady walking pace.
   We fell into an awkward silence again, but fortunately it didn't last
long.  Before Tara told me, I could already hear other human voices, as
well as the sound of rushing water nearby.  We were at the village.  I
sensed that Tara was slowing her pace.  I glanced at her.
   She said, "Cal, there is just one more thing I need to tell you before I
introduce you to the villagers."
   The tone she used gave me warning that yet another bombshell was about
to go off.  This time, however, I didn't let myself get worried.  I had
already been duped into walking around the jungle naked with my own sister.
What could possibly top that?
   She said, "The tribe thinks that you are my new...mate, and we are
engaged to be married by the village elders in three days."
   As my stomach seemed to fall into my scrotum I had no chance to react to
this statement, because two short dark naked men armed with bows and arrows
suddenly pounced upon us from seeming invisibility.  They grunted something
stern and I instinctively raised my hands in submission, looking quickly at
Tara.  Though it would've been suicide I automatically began calculating
how to take on the one guy closer to me while somehow shielding Tara from
the inevitable arrow when, to my surprise, relief and admiration (despite
still being in shock at being suddenly "engaged" to her) Tara quickly
barked what sounded like a quick series of orders in what had to be the
Kasabai language.  Both men immediately lowered and relaxed their bows and
turned, springing to step toward the sounds of the village.  One of them
glanced back and grinned, his white teeth flashing.  I lowered my hands.
   "Remember," Tara said to me in a low tone, "this is a female-dominant
tribe."
   Some moments later (just before I could think of a proper way to ask
"What the fuck!" to my sister-now-fiancée) more villagers appeared.  It was
actually the two original bowmen, but they were preceded now by three dark
women, all nude except for decorative reed belts hanging loosely on their
hips, similar to but much more elaborate than Tara's.  The women,
presumably the "elders" my sister had described, were strikingly beautiful.
They were somewhat short, like the men, but they were slender and honestly
quite attractive for older women.  I guessed their ages range somewhere at
40 to 50.  As Tara had described, they were clean, perfectly trim and even
elegant.  I could clearly see their shapely breasts and the slits of their
smooth dark vaginas.
   The one closer to the five-oh mark, the one in the center, stepped away
from the others, directly toward Tara.  I was being very purposely ignored
by the women.  While I watched, Tara and this elder went through some kind
of greeting ceremony.  Tara bowed, uttered words in a very respectful tone,
then waited.  The elder reached out and placed her hands on Tara's
shoulders, and Tara lifted her eyes.  The elder uttered a few words of her
own and then they both leaned toward one another until they touched
foreheads.  As they bent over toward each other I watched how their breasts
hung down, Tara's perky round and firm, the elder's heavier and slightly
saggy.
   After the formal exchange of greetings, both Tara and the elder
straightened and broke into wide grins.  In a much louder voice the elder
said a few things to Tara, who responded in the native tongue.  While the
bowmen remained where they were, the two other younger elders came forward,
still ignoring me, and hugged and laughed with Tara, much more informally.
The four naked women were like old chums now.
   Finally, Tara turned toward me.  With a gesture, she said something in
Kasabai and I got the impression she was officially introducing me.  In the
middle of her phrases I heard her say my name, Cal.  Only then did the
three elders turn to look at me.  Their smiles disappeared as, I surmised,
they sized me up in their official capacity.  It occurred to me that I was
now engaged in some kind of approval process.  Tara was clearly a well
established and much beloved guest of this tribe, and here she was bringing
a new "mate" into the mix.  It was like I was being introduced to her
mother...except there were three mothers...and we were all nude.
   After being looked up and down from head to toe a few times by the
women, the senior elder stepped toward me, coming so close that I could
smell her, the faint scent of wild flowers.  From behind her Tara softly
said, "Cal, please defer politely to her.  Cast your eyes down unless she
bids you to look at her.  Don't be afraid." Obeying Tara, I bowed my head
slightly and kept my arms at my sides, though my lingering inhibitions made
me want to fold my arms, or cover my genitals.
   The elder was really looking at me now, even leaning forward and
peering. She looked at my face, then reached up and pulled my bottom lip
down.  I felt her push on my teeth with her thumb, and she uttered
something quietly.  She took her hand from my face and moved it to my
chest, poking into my pectorals, then squeezed my shoulders and triceps. 
More utterances.  It was like I was being sized up like a prize goat or
something.  It was a little silly and despite the bizarre circumstances I
felt a grin coming on.
   But my grin turned instantly to a grimace of surprise and a little pain
as the elder suddenly reached down and clutched my testicles!  It was a
good grip and by pure instinct I started to step back, but that only made
the elder clutch tighter.  I heard Tara say quickly, "Sorry, Cal, just hold
still, it'll be over soon." Sure, over after what?  After my balls were
torn off?  Thankfully, as quickly as the elder clutched my sack, she
released them.  But my sigh of relief jerked into a sharp intake of breath
as the elder went right back down there gripped my penis!
   I remained absolutely frozen and stunned as she lifted it, let it flop
back down, then grabbed it again.  She shuffled around to my side, still
fondling my penis; what she was doing now in full view of the other two
elders and Tara, who was blushing scarlet red and giving me an I'm-so-sorry
look.  In truth I was beginning to get pretty pissed off again, but my
emotional state simply went into a blender of feelings because now the
elder was beginning to stroke me.  Very gently, but it was definitely
stroking.
   I opened my mouth to say something to Tara, but again with a sudden
movement the elder let go of my penis and stepped away, taking me in as a
whole again with her eyes.  After a moment, she nodded then said several
things quickly in her language.  I saw Tara calm down a bit, apparently
relieved.
   She said, "Elder Zami approves of you, Cal.  She says you are, well,
'fine stock,' and will provide a large family."
   "What?!" I blurted.
   "Don't worry, Cal, we're not going to make a family!  I know I have a
lot to explain but this will only be a formality.  It's only so I can
witness and document the full Kasabai marriage ceremony, which is cloaked
in secrecy.  Just go along with me for now and I'll make it all clear
soon."
   The elders, led by the one called Zami, began gesturing for all of us to
continue on to the village.  The women led the group, with Tara and I
following behind them, side-by-side, with the two silent bowmen bringing up
the rear as honor guards.  I don't know why, but in that moment I suddenly
felt a flash of jealousy, even protectiveness, over the fact that those men
now had a perfectly unobstructed view of my sister's ass.  I tried to shake
off this feeling.
   And I distinctly avoided looking at, or talking to, my sister.  I had
some serious thinking to do.
   After a few minutes of walking we came to a widening gap in the trees,
then the Kasabai village itself.  I took in the scene.  It was as one might
expect from a TV documentary: huge clearing, several seasoned and
sturdy-looking grass huts in a more or less symmetrical circle, with a
large open-walled hut in the center.  On the far side of the village I
could see a bit of the flowing river that I'd been hearing for some time
now.  True to Tara's word, I saw villagers coming and going to the river
regularly, the ones returning glistening wet and refreshed, completely
comfortable in their full nudity.  In the village itself, others were
milling about, and what was interesting to note was the fact that the men
of the village tended to keep to one side of the clearing, the women to the
other.  They did interact from time to time, but always with a man
approaching a women very, very respectfully, deeply bowed, until she
appeared to give him permission to stand and exchange words with her.
   When a couple of the villagers saw the elders and us entering the area
they cried out and raised their hands.  In the next moment we were
surrounded by close to a hundred naked villagers, many of whom reached out
to touch or hug Tara, who smiled and warmly greeted them back.  I also felt
dozens of pairs of eyes on me, sizing up the newcomer.  But unlike the
initially cool reaction from the elders, the main body of villagers were
quite uninhibited about looking me up and down, occasionally poking at me.
I noticed a number of the women look directly at my genitals, smile, then
say something directly to Tara, who blushed and avoided eye-contact with
me.
   We were guided by the sea of people to the main open-sided hut in the
center of the village.  It was an oblong structure, perhaps forty feet long
and twenty wide, supported by several strong poles, and large enough to
accommodate the entire population of the village if necessary, if they all
stood.  Most of the villagers gathered around the outside of the hut, not
stepping in under the thatched roof.  But a number of others, all female,
did come in and start doing things.  A circle of low wooden stools was
arranged, surrounding a suddenly growing pile of food: fruits, nuts,
various platters of fish, both dried and fresh.  Despite the emotional
roller coaster of the day, I was absolutely ravenous after all the hiking
and lack of proper meals over the last couple of days.
   Making her way to one of he wooden stools, Zami raised her hands and the
villagers fell silent.  She uttered a few phrases in Kasabai.  The
villagers responded with a single unified word from time to time, like they
were reciting a well-known hymn, perhaps giving thanks to the gods of the
jungle or something.  Tara didn't translate any of this for me, but it was
clear that we were all to enjoy a ceremonial meal now, because Zami was
gesturing Tara and me--the guests of honor, apparently--to be seated.
   Tara and I were guided to sit side-by-side on nearby stools in the
circle.  Zami sat directly opposite of us, flanked by her junior elders.  A
few other women, possibly elders themselves, sat on the other stools so
there were now about eight of us in a circle.  A dozen or so other women,
some of them extremely young (and of course naked) stood behind and outside
the circle, evidently ready to act as servers.  Most of the other villagers
dispersed, going back about their daily routines.  Others, mostly women but
a few men, stood outside the hut and watched with interest.
   As we all sat I couldn't help but notice that every one of the women,
including Tara, sat in the same particular way: straight down, legs out
front, knees slightly parted, hands on hips, back straight and chest out.
It was as if they were all determined to maintain correct posture.  The
result of this, however, was that I could clearly peer between the legs of
most of the women facing me, their vaginas in easy view.  Because she was
sitting next to me, I could not see Tara's pussy but her beautifully shaped
and tanned naked legs and hips and buttocks were there to see, as well as
her large prominent breasts.  And as I adjusted my posture to match that of
the women, I could feel my own exposed penis and testicles hanging down
from the edge of my seat, giving a nice show to the women opposite me--and
they were not shy about looking!
   Presently we were each given what looked like large ti leaves for our
laps, which would serve as plates.  Then young naked assistants began
serving out healthy portions of the food from the pile in the center, and
after watching the others eat for a minute, including my sister, I finally
dug in as well and somehow managed to forget about this peculiar situation
just long enough to satiate my extreme hunger.
   About halfway through the meal Zami had her "plate" removed, then stood
and began speaking in a formal tone.  Without being asked, Tara quietly
translated, and quite fluently, her voice low and steady in my ear when not
pausing to take a bite of her own food.  Much of the speech was devoted to
praising the gods of the river, the trees, the earth, so forth.  But
eventually Zami got to the heart of it:
   "We the Kasabai are honored to have our daughter, Tara, return to us
from the beyond the Great Rivers.  We embrace her new mate, Cal, and
prepare to join them as one.  Three days hence we will begin the Great
Ceremony of Joining.  For three days shall Tara and Cal immerse themselves
in preparation.  In three days shall they be pure to become one."
   At this point Zami went back into more recited chanting, to which the
other elders and those nearby responded with long memorized replies.  Tara
didn't bother to translate this part, said only that they'd be at this for
another 30 minutes or so.  So we continued to eat in silence.  The whole
time I kept glancing at my sister, wondering if I could ever get used to
the sight of her nudity.  The fact that I was now actively trying to will
away the start of an erection proved I was not handling this well.  The
result was, although I managed to keep from getting stiff down there, my
dick was moderately engorged with blood and hung limply, and largely,
between my legs.
   And Tara was noticing.
   As the chanting and the meal drew to a close, I leaned toward Tara and
said, "We really, really need to talk."
   "I know, Cal, I know.  When we get a private moment I'll explain
further."
   "Something tells me we're not going to have many private moments over
the next three days.  And since they don't speak English, go ahead and tell
me now.  If you expect me to go through with some bullshit marriage
ceremony with my own sis--"
   "Shh!" Tara hissed.  In a low voice she quickly added, "Sorry, but I
have been teaching the elders and a few others English, and a couple of
them already have a rudimentary understanding.  And if not of your words,
of your tone.  Please careful what you say."
   I glanced over at the elders.  Zami was watching me though another elder
was speaking directly to her.  I sighed and looked back at Tara, trying to
focus on just her eyes, which were pleading.  I managed to subdue my
growing anger.
   "Okay," I said quietly.  "I'll smile and pretend I'm having a ball.  But
you need to find an excuse to get us alone for a few minutes soon.  And if
I don't feel like you're giving me the completely whole story this time,
I'm walking out of this jungle."
   Her expression relaxed a little and she said, "That's fair enough.  Let
me explain something to Zami in her language.  When I get up and walk out,
follow me, head bowed."
   Tara had her ti leaf plate taken away and stood, gesturing me to do the
same.  In a quick moment before I did I found that my eyes were on the same
level as my sister's perfectly shaved pussy when she turned to speak to
Zami.  Mere inches from me I could make out the smooth texture of her skin,
the soft perfectly symmetrical folds of her labia.  I don't know why but I
felt a sudden rush of saliva in my mouth, and I swallowed and quickly
stood. Tara was speaking in a formal tone, no doubt thanking Zami and the
others for their honorable hospitality.  And when at last Zami bowed some
kind of acknowledgement Tara turned again and began walking away from me,
toward one side of the hut.  I quickly followed her, head bowed as
instructed, until we were outside and more or less back in the main circle
of the village.  Villagers looked at us as they passed, but none of them
approached.  Tara began pointing and gesturing to various huts and sections
of the village.  In doing so her breasts lifted and jutted out in ways that
made my head begin to swim.
   "I'm pretending to explain the layout of the village," she said, "I
explained to Zami that you are a scientist, like me, and you are fascinated
with how Kasabai live."
   I did my best to remain firm in tone with her: "Great.  So point and
explain, but explain what I really want to know, not what kind of reeds
these people use to thatch their roofs."
   Tara said, "I know I have been tricking you this whole time, Cal, and I
am so incredibly sorry.  I was just desperate to complete my project, and
you were the only person on Earth I could think of to safely travel here
and help me do this when John had to leave."
   "You explained that already."
   "Yeah...sorry.  Look, the thing is, the worst is over.  I mean, we're
now naked in front of each other, in a village full of naked people."
   "Sure, but aren't you forgetting one minor detail?  Like the fact that
we're supposed to get married in three days?"
   Tara said, "I know that sounds scary, Cal, especially as we're siblings.
But in fact it's just a traditional native ceremony.  Obviously by Western
standards we will not be married!  For the next three days you're going to
be taken by the men to perform manly stuff, like jumping and throwing and
running.  And probably drinking," she added.
   Drinking.  A drink.  I could really fucking use one now!
   She touched my shoulder to gently turn me toward another direction to
which she wanted to point.  Although it was a simple touch this was the
first time we'd had physical contact since getting naked together, and it
had the effect of a Taser.  My heart rate actually went up at least twenty
beats a minute, and I cursed myself inwardly for the reaction.
   Tara seemed to feel the energy too, or had felt me tense up, because her
voice weakened slightly as she continued.  "The activities are all designed
to prove you are worthy.  You're physically bigger and stronger than these
men, and you're in...incredible shape, so I doubt you'll have any problems.
I'll be doing similar activities, believe it or not.  There will be more
formal meals, a dance, offerings to the gods.  Interesting things but not
as shocking as nudity, which we're already used to."
   Used to?  I think not, sis!  Aloud I said, "You seem to know everything
these people are going to do for the next three days."
   "I do."
   "So why the hell--"
   "Because it's after the three days of preparation, during the actual
wedding ceremony itself, where I'm in the dark."
   "What do you mean?"
   "After three days of feasts and activities, when the ceremony itself
takes place, only the head elder, two assistants, and the wedding couple
are allowed to participate.  It's all done in a special hut that is closed
off to the outside."
   "Really," I said.  "That's weird."
   "Yeah.  They keep a real shroud over the details, which is quite unusual
for a culture that's literally completely open with each other in all other
aspects of life.  Until you get married, you are kept out of the loop.  And
if you are unmarried, married members of the village or strictly forbidden
to discuss it.  I've been here long enough to see three marriages, but I'm
clueless as to what takes place inside the hut."
   "That's a bit scary.  So what do you think happens?"
   "Well," Tara explained, leaning in as if sharing secret gossip, "I know
that the ceremony is broken itself into three parts--they like things in
threes here--over three days.  Three nights, actually.  And each part takes
about an hour or so.  Everyone is told to stay away from the marriage hut
when the ceremony is taking place, so I can't get close enough to hear
anything."
   I glanced at her skeptically.  "An hour, eh?  If you can't tell what's
being said, can you conjecture at least sort of what happens?  I mean, are
we gonna walk out of there with matching tattoos or sticks through our
noses or something?"
   Tara chuckled at this, causing her large breasts to jiggle and sway. 
Trying not to stare I glanced away and noticed the sun beginning to recede
below the tree line bordering the village.  In this late afternoon light
Tara's skin glowed.  Jesus, this woman was unbelievably gorgeous.  No, not
woman, damn you.  Sister.  Remember that.
   She said, "All I know is that the elder, her two young assistants, and
the marriage couple are always in the hut the whole time together, and when
they emerge, they seem calm and happy.  No signs of pain, no trauma."
   "Hmm.  A true mystery.  And after the third part of the ceremony?"
   Tara shrugged.  "Life." When I gave her a blank look she explained
further, "I mean, they all come out, the new couple moves in with each
other, and they go about the rest of their lives as mates.  Pretty much
like anywhere else, I guess."
   I shrugged too.  "Well, if they all hang out in there together, it must
just be a bunch of boring words and prayers, like at the lunch we had.  I
guess I can survive that."
   My sudden casual acceptance of the situation clearly struck Tara with a
huge happy blow of relief, and forgetting herself she thrust herself
forward and embraced me in a hug.
   "Oh, thank you, Cal!  I--"
   She stopped short when she realized, as I realized, that we are now very
closely and tightly embracing each other's naked bodies.  We quickly broke
away from each other, but it was long enough for me to feel the impression
of Tara's large breasts flattening against my chest, her firm thigh against
my pelvis, my thick cock squished into her flat stomach.
   That night we were guided to sleep in separate huts.  I was alone in
mine, thankfully, and the excitement and stress of the day soon took their
toll, allowing sleep to come quickly.  But not quickly enough for me to
keep from lying there, on my back, visualizing my own nude sister, while
resisting the carnal temptation to stroke the raging erection that pestered
me before getting to sleep, and again when I first woke up....
   * * *
   The next three days seemed to go by in a blur, and I rarely saw Tara. 
Each morning I was woken by several of the young men of the village, who
took me down to the river to bathe and eat freshly caught fish.  With no
common words of language, they gestured and demonstrated all that I needed
to know: where to go to the bathroom that wouldn't contaminate the water,
how to spear fish, where to find the best grub worms, things like that. 
Being a survival expert and would-be Navy SEAL, I actually disappointed the
village men by wolfing down those huge fat slimy grub worms like a hungry
Bear Grylls.  But they got their revenge in several of the physical
activities, especially bow hunting (give me a good rifle any day of the
week, please) and diving into a large natural pool in the river from a high
rock, where I proceeded to cannon ball and slap my naked ass pretty hard.
   The nights were spent prancing around large open fires, consuming large
quantities of a naturally fermented drink made from what I would later
learn is the sago tree.  Through pantomime gestures, the men gave me the
impression that the concoction was made by chewing the bark into a pulp and
spitting it out and letting it ferment in giant pots.  This sounded pretty
disgusting, and it didn't taste much better, but I equated two or three
swigs of the stuff to that of doing half a dozen shots--it was some
powerful shit!  So after that much inebriation, one tended to forget one
was drinking someone else's wooden spit.
   Periodically a group of female villagers, sometimes the elders
themselves, would come to check on us, and this always meant stopping
whatever we the men were doing to defer to their presence.  Sometimes
they'd ask me to demonstrate a task, as if making sure the other men were
teaching me properly, that I was worthy of the mate I was about to join.
   On one of these visits, around the middle of the second day, I was
surprised to see Tara in the group of women.  We blushed when we saw each
other, because it had been almost two days.  I had almost forgotten how
amazingly beautiful and sexy her body was.  And her face, just a pure
loving and wonderful face.  I always loved my sister, and I was always so
proud of her and her academic achievements.  But now when I saw her I felt
the pang of something new in my heart.  It was a feeling I actually
recognized right away, but I immediately subdued it.
   On this occasion Zami was there too, and while the women watched, the
other men and I demonstrated how well we could lift heavy round logs and
heave them to further and further distances as we challenged each other. 
It was an exhausting workout.  I had gotten used to doing these exercises
naked with the men, like the original Olympics or something, but I was
quite self-conscious with the women now watching, they being naked
themselves, which was distracting--especially my sister.
   At one point one of the women pointed directly at me, at my midsection,
and said something I took to be profound, because the other women gasped,
smiled and put their hands to their mouths, and the men all laughed and
slapped each other on the back.  Tara turned beet-red.
   "What?" I asked her.  "What did she say?"
   "I can't...I can't really translate it."
   For the first time I heard Zami speak English.  She pointed at me, at my
midsection like the other girl, and said, "She say your thing more big than
all other man in village.  She ask how you fit in Tara when time for love
come."
   Tara buried her face in her hands at this.  The men burst in to laughter
again.  Even Zami had to spread a wide grin and join the mirth.  It was
certainly an awkward moment, but it was so innocently said by Zami that it
was almost charming, in an odd way.  I glanced around at the other naked
men and realized she was right.  I was a pretty well-endowed guy in
general, but compared to the generally short male villagers I was
positively huge.  And the other young women in the village were intrigued.
   Nice.  It was nice to get someone else to feel awkward for a change. 
But my grin of manly triumph turned to a frown as I realized the
implications of what Zami had just said.  I tried not to worry about it,
though.  Yes, Tara and I were going to be "married" tomorrow, and it was
natural to assume we'd then go off some where to consummate the marriage in
private, at which point nothing could possibly happen.  Not between brother
and sister.
   But Lord help me the thought of a consummation did cross my mind, and I
felt instant shame.
   Zami stepped forward and repeated the particularly startling gesture as
she had when we'd first met: she grabbed my cock.  Already conditioned to
obey, I automatically looked down and waited tensely for the elder's next
move.  Continuing in her broken English, she turned to the others and said,
"Tomorrow we unite this man and his seed of life to Tara.  We make them one
flesh."
   That sounded strangely biblical, but the words were hardly registering
because the woman was gripping my cock firmly in her warm hand, a hand that
was surprisingly smooth.  It actually felt good, but I daren't let myself
start getting an erection.  I fought like mad.
   Then she let go and turned away.  I let out a breath of relief and
glanced at Tara.  She'd been looking at me and glanced away when she sensed
my eyes on her, but not quickly enough to hide the fact that she'd been
watching Zami clutching my cock.  I wanted to approach her and ask her a
few things, at least see how she was doing, but Zami was already leading
the women away, uttering something in her native tongue that caused the
other women to giggle and Tara to look down and blush again.
   Just once, as they moved away, did Tara glance back, meet my eyes, and
smile.
   The rest of the day and night involved a series of bathing rituals that
seemed designed to get me cleaner than a surgeon in an OR.  Throughout the
three days of what I loosely referred to as my bachelor party, several of
the male villagers took turns guiding me through exercises, rituals, meals
and drinking.  But there were four or five that always seemed to be around,
and I'd come to think of them as my groomsmen.  They took me from one
stream to the next, guiding me to dunk under, scrub down, dunk again, then
move to another stream or small pool.  In an almost effeminate way, the
groomsmen also washed my short hair in various "shampoos" of fruit nectars,
scented oils and even some kind of powder.  In the end my hair looked and
felt normal, but it smelled as if I'd just come from a salon.  I couldn't
help but think that if I could bottle the stuff and sell it in Hollywood,
people like Madonna or Brad Pitt would probably pay hundreds of dollars by
the ounce!
   * * *
   Day 3: the Wedding Day.  In the morning I was gently awoken by my
groomsmen, all of whom seemed careful not to startle me or get me worked up
in any way.  They encouraged me to lounge lazily in my temporary bachelor's
hut, while they brought me food: fresh fish, fruits, pure water.  Other men
stood outside my hut, chanting softly in unison, some kind of prayer, some
kind of spiritual song.  After a few hours I actually got bored and dozed.
In fact I dozed for a number of hours, because when I stirred again and was
allowed to step outside the hut, I found that it was already
late-afternoon.
   The sun was low on the artificially high horizon of the jungle canopy
line that surrounded the village.  The village itself was strangely quiet;
that is, there was very little human activity, little commotion.  I could
clearly hear the steady and powerful flow of the river.  It was serene,
beautiful, carnal.  I found myself experiencing a very Zen-like state of
being.
   After being allowed to take this in for several minutes, the groomsmen
began guiding me gently, reverently to another part of the village.  Along
the way dozens of other villagers, both men and women, all nude, lined the
path, bowing and smiling at me.  I was the groom, the Man of Honor. 
Clearly the marriage of a man and woman in their culture was profound an
highly revered occasion.  I was touched, but I also felt a pang of guilt.
These people were providing such unbridled hospitality toward me, and
toward Tara, when the fact of the matter was we were fooling them, using
them.  The marriage would be a sham.  Well, for Tara and I it would be.  If
it made these people feel good to believe it to be real, we would certainly
let them.
   Presently I found myself standing outside a moderate-sized hut,
completely closed by walls of reeds, distinctly different than the other
huts which were all mostly open-walled.  (There was very little privacy
here, not from walls, not from clothing.) Standing outside, wearing a fresh
necklace of beautifully intertwined flowers, was Zami, the elder of the
village.  The necklace rested loosely on her prominent breasts. 
Surrounding the hut were small carefully placed fires, fueled by some sort
of natural oil the villagers had extracted from some obscure plant, no
doubt.  They flickered and glowed against the sides of the hut.
   Zami raised her arms and looked at the villagers gathered near us.  She
said something that sounded official and authoritative, yet kind and warm
at the same time.  She was smiling, too.  Bowing in reverence, the
villagers, including my groomsmen, backed away and melted into the further
parts of the village, presenting privacy for the marriage hut.
   In her heavily accented halting English Zami said, "Walk at me, Cal." I
stepped forward and bowed.  I saw her move her arms my way and I braced
myself to have my cock squeezed again, but to my surprise (and relief) Zami
reached for my hands this time.  She clasped me warmly and said, "You
enter. You enter." She was stepping back, through a draped entrance to the
hut, pulling me gently with her.  Following reverently, I ducked into the
tent and blinked a few times.  It was a lot darker in here and my eyes
needed to adjust.  There were a couple more of those crude oil dip lamps in
here, which gave off surprisingly little smoke.  What I smelled mainly was
a mixture of fruit and spices an earth.
   Outside, from somewhat of a distance, I heard the rhythm of a drum
begin.
   Zami stepped aside as I straightened to my full height in the hut (all
the doorways were about eight inches shorter than the top of my head).  As
my eyes adjusted to the light I made out the two younger "junior" elders or
attendants to Zami, both of whom were beautiful in their own respects:
lovely curves, smooth skin, healthy breasts, bare pelvises.  They stood
next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, and they were smiling brightly at
me, their white teeth stunning within their dark mouths.  When they saw me
looking directly at them, they glanced at each other, nodded, then stepped
apart, one to the left, one to the right.
   And there she was.
   Revealed before me was one of the most stunning sights I have ever
beheld: Tara.  Nude, pure, innocent, beautiful.  Her long soft blond hair
was freshly washed, decorated and braided with small flowers.  Like Zami
she wore an elaborate necklace of intertwined flowers which collected into
a long V between Tara's amazingly vivacious breasts.  Her belt of beads and
reeds had been removed, and there was now nothing whatsoever infringing on
the purely naked and perfectly curved shape of her stomach, hips and
vagina.
I swallowed.  Twice, three times.  The rhythm of the drum was slow and
steady, in sharp contrast to my rapidly beating heart.
   Everything in my being wanted me to tell Tara how beautiful she was, but
this impulse was coming from a feeling that had welled up from deep within
me, a feeling I still refused to acknowledge, refused to name.  I forced
myself to remain quiet.
   Tara looked at me in a slow-moving arch from the floor, my feet, up my
own completely naked body, and eventually up to my eyes.  And when we
locked eyes I could swear, or perhaps I was subconsciously hoping, that she
was fighting to acknowledge the same feeling as me.
   From another world, another reality, I heard a voice, Zami's: "Walk at
each other."
   For this special ceremony it seemed that Zami was going to try
conducting it in English, obviously for my benefit.  That was nice of her,
but I almost wished she'd switch back to her native tongue so I could just
go through the motions and not really know what was transpiring, just get
it over with.
   Tara and I obeyed, stepping toward one another.  We never left each
other's intense gaze.
   "Take hands," Zami said softly.
   Maintaining firm eye-contact, I let my hands reach out slightly from my
sides, and Tara did the same and in the next moment our fingers were
brushing against each other.  I opened my hands a little wider and Tara put
her small hands within mine.  I grasped her lightly.  The shoulder touch,
the hug, and now this...this was the third time I was touching my naked
sister.  It was electric.
   I gazed into her eyes, I drank them in.  They were deep-blue, wide open,
passionate, curious, mesmerizing.  It melted my heart to sense that Tara,
as she gazed right back up at me, was as entranced as I was.  How much of
her was still recording these proceedings as an anthropologist?  How much
was now just a woman getting caught up in an incredibly primal, intensely
sensual experience of pure emotion?
   Zami, with her beautiful attendants on either side of her, stepped
forward, nearer to us, and began: "From time Great River bring life in
jungle, life continue between woman and man.  Woman and man must also flow
together, like Great River.  Life must flow, and woman and man must join
like small rivers to the Great Water..."
   For the next 20 minutes or so, Zami continued in a poetic fashion, her
English broken but her tone solid, confident, official.  Eventually she
fell back to her Kasabai tongue.  Perhaps she was repeating herself in her
native language for the benefit of the attendants, who seemed to be acting
as witnesses.  At one point Tara adjusted her hands from being held within
mine to where we interlaced our fingers and let them lock loosely together.
   Periodically she would give me a reassuring squeeze, her eyes rarely
leaving mine.  And I would give her a light squeeze back, giving her a
smile, letting her know that I was okay with this.  Once she mouthed, Thank
you, and I mouthed back, You're welcome.  But what really started to get my
attention, as Zami droned on, was when Tara began gently, ever so gently,
rubbing her thumb along the length of mine.  The movement was so slight at
first I almost didn't notice, but when I did I felt my heart rate increase
again.
   What the hell was happening here?
   Recalling what Tara had told me a few days ago, I knew this was going to
be the first of three sessions like this.  And each session was only for an
hour or two.  By my reckoning, Zami had been speaking for about a half hour
or so, which meant that if I could survive just a little while longer this
would be over for the night and we could get out of here.  The longer I
remained in Tara's presence, in this Zen-state, the harder it would be to
contain an emotion in me that simply should not, should not be occurring
for my own flesh-and-blood sister.
   Suddenly Zami went silent.
   The silence lasted long enough that both Tara and I turned from each
other to look her way.  Zami was whispering something to her attendants,
both of whom nodded reverently and began moving about the hut.  One of them
moved to the center of the hut, where I noticed for the first time what
appeared to be a long mat made of closely woven reeds and cushioned with
several layers of animal fur.  The other attendant was unfurling what
seemed like a animal skin blanket.  It was thick and had soft-looking fir
on both sides, the hides sewn skin-to-skin.
   Zami said something in Kasabai.
   I glanced at Tara, hoping for a translation, but there was a look of
sudden shock in Tara's eyes as she stared at me.  "What's the matter?" I
whispered.
   "Cal, I...she wants us to...oh God."
   Zami said something again, and from the tone and syllables I gathered
she was repeating herself.
   I clutched Tara's hands, "What's the matter?"
   She said, "Cal...Zami is telling is to...to lie down together."
   It was my turn to look shocked.
   Swallowing, I said, "Just lie down?"
   "Well--"
   Zami spoke again, a little more firmly.  And she added a few things,
causing the blood to drain from Tara's face.
   "Tara, talk to me."
   She closed her eyes, lowered her head and sighed, then looked up at me
again.  "Okay, Zami is telling us it is time to lie down on that bed of
firs there," inclining her head toward the center of the hut, "and...well,
'join' together under the ceremonial blanket they have made for us."
   I tried not to overreact to what my sister had just told me.  I simply
stared at her and let my mind try to work the matter out.  We now knew the
secret of what happened in this marriage hut.  Zami expected Tara and I, as
newlyweds, to consummate our bonding right here in front of her, and
apparently her attendants, rather than in the privacy of our own hut as one
would expect.  Correction: as a Westerner would expect.  Up to this point
Tara and I had been going through the motions so that she could witness the
inner-workings of the super-secret marriage ceremony of the Kasabai.  But
to continue this charade...
   The drum picked up its rhythm.  Or was that the beating in my chest?
   We had now reached the limit of our charade, Tara and I, and in the next
moment Zami was going to start wondering why we were so hesitant, and
either the truth would come out, that we were siblings, or Tara would find
another way to explain why the two of us could not have sex.  Once that
revelation came, Zami would very likely feel betrayed, and if she felt
betrayed it could utterly destroy everything Tara had worked for all these
months.  It could perhaps even become violent--the would-be SEAL in me had
been very impressed with how the men handled their bows and arrows, not to
mention spears, slings and heavy hardwood clubs.  And as I looked deep into
to the pleading, desperate and devastatingly beautiful eyes of my dear
sister I knew that I simply could not let this happen.
   I whispered to her, "Let's do it."
   "Wha...what?" Tara could hardly find her voice.
   "Look, they're going to cover us in that blanket, right?"
   Tara looked over at one of the attendants and the blanket she was
holding.  The attendant smiled.  Tara looked back at me.  "Yes," she said.
   "Okay," I said, still whispering, "we get down there, we get covered up,
and I grunt and groan for a few minutes, do a few push ups over you, and
Zami gets her consummation."
   Tara glanced quickly at Zami, then back to me, whispering, "Be careful
what you say, Cal.  Her English is surprisingly good."
   I nodded.  "Got it.  So what do you say?"
   "You'd do that for me?"
   I gave her a grin, "We've come this far.  Might as well go the distance
and get you your PhD."
   Moisture fogged my sister's eyes and she said, "You are so wonderful,
Cal." Then, "Okay, let's do it."
   She tightened her clasp on my fingers and began moving toward the mat on
the floor.  I moved with her and tried not to think about the act to which
we were about to commit--pretend to commit.  One of the attendants gathered
herself behind Tara and reached out to take off her flower necklace.  Tara
bowed her head and allowed herself to become now and once and for all
utterly naked, as I was.  In this moment I could not help but look directly
at her voluminous breasts.  Her nipples were hard within perfectly
symmetrical areolas.  It was with effort that I pulled my eyes from them
and back to Tara's gaze.  Fortunately, my sister didn't seem to mind; she
was smiling.
   She began reclining.
   Down, she lowered herself down onto the mat, all the while drawing me
toward her.  I let myself be guided by her.  I got down on my knees as Tara
reclined onto her back, parting her legs, letting me settle.  In this
moment I paused and took in the scene: my sister, lying back, legs parted,
her womanhood exposed, welcoming, inviting...her stomach moving with short
nervous breaths...her breasts swelling, heaving, beckoning.  If this were
any other woman I would have found myself overwhelmed and would have
ravished her by now, burying my face in her breasts, showering her with
kisses, licks, nibbles, and of course the thrust of my manhood as it
probed, pleadingly, against and into her sex.
   It was also in this moment that I found that I could no longer hold back
the carnal instincts of my being as the blood flowed into my loins and my
erection began to swell.  I tried to imagine I was a movie star, doing a
love scene, surrounded by cameras...  But it was no use; I was growing
hard, growing erect.  For my sister.  I was simultaneously aroused and
embarrassed, worried that once Tara saw--or felt--that I was physically
responding in this way she would be horrified and recoil from me.  That, of
course, would blow the whole charade and ruin her project, not to mention
her respect for me as a brother.
   Thankfully in this same moment the attendants were draping the blanket
over us so that even if Tara looked down between us my erection would be
hidden by dark shadow.  Very carefully I positioned myself so that I was
now kneeling between her spread legs, supported above her by my
straightened arms, hands on either side of her.  As we shifted around I
felt my legs occasionally graze her thighs, which did nothing to help
subside my now fully formed erection.  I was completely hard, huge and
protruding.
   Saying something...Zami was saying something.  Sounded far away.
   "Cal," Tara said softly, "she's asking you to lower yourself." She
swallowed.  "To...enter me."
   Despite the proximity of our two naked bodies it was pretty obvious to
someone watching--the elders--that I was no where near being on Tara's
body, let alone entering it.
   "Well," I said, trying to give her a reassuring grin, "it's time for
some push-ups."
   She gave a nervous nod and I lowered myself down, trying to keep my butt
up so as not to accidentally touch her with my hard penis.  I got low
enough to feel her breasts begin to squish warmly against my chest, our
mouths only an inch or two apart.  Then I pushed back up, allowing myself a
soft sigh--a bit of acting, yes--before lowering myself back down for
another push-up.
   After two or three reps, I saw a worried look in my sister's eyes, but
her attention was actually turned toward the elders.  I followed her gaze
toward them and saw almost comically puzzled looks on their faces.  I
glanced back at Tara.
   I said in a whisper, "They're not buying it, are they?"
   She shook her head.
   I swallowed.  "That means I have to get closer, Tara.  If we're gonna
sell it."
   She nodded and whispered back.  "It's okay, Cal.  Do what you need to,
but only if you're still okay with this."
   "I can do this.  I'm okay with this."
   "Thank you, Cal."
   Closer.  I had to get closer.  So I did it.  I let myself ease down
against my sister, this time letting my hips come down as well.  I thought
about warning her about my erection, because there was no way I was going
to keep it from touching her.  But I couldn't figure out what to say.  I
figured if it hit her she'd either freak out or not.  The moment of truth.
   Lower...lowered myself down.  My chest again pressed against Tara's, our
flesh searing together, our mutual rapid heartbeats meshing.  I lowered my
head down to one side of Tara's bringing my lips close to her ear.  Her
mouth was close to my ear a well, I could feel her warm breath.  At that
point the tip of my penis grazed against the inside of her thigh, high up
where it met her pelvis.  I heard Tara take a quick sharp intake of breath
at the realization of what was touching her.  To add insult to injury, I
must've been leaking precum, because the sensation was not only warm and
electrifying, it was wet.
   "I'm sorry," was all I could think to whisper to my sister.
   I lowered myself all the way now, and as our bodies connected from chest
to stomach to pelvis to thighs my cock slid up against the front and top of
Tara's smooth bald vagina.  The pre-ejaculate fluid ebbing out of my
urethra provided a lubricant that helped me slide firmly against her, and
it was all I could do not to groan with the guilty pleasure I absorbed from
this carnal contact.
   Tara took another breath, held it, then sighed.  I must've repeated "I'm
sorry" a few more times, because Tara finally said, "It's okay, Cal.  It's
okay." She even reached out and gave one of my butt cheeks a little
reassuring pat.  "It's...just a natural reaction."
   I was tremendously relieved.  It would've been devastating to have her
freak out beneath me, thus blowing the whole charade and of course
destroying all of her work with the Kasabai.  Not to mention, I still
worried, the potential violence these people might wreak upon us.
   Giving a sidelong glance over at Zami and her ladies I was further
relived to see smiles and nods of approval.  Tara's breathless surprise
from the contact my penis was having against her was convincing the elders
that intercourse had now commenced.
   "It's working," Tara whispered, coming to the same conclusion.  "Keep it
up."
   Keep it up, she says.  Oh the irony of those words.  It was definitely
up.  And I did what I was told: up, down...up, down...sliding against her,
my cock sliding against her, a slick trail of precum now well established
along her mons pubis.  This was quickly becoming the most torturous thing I
had ever experienced.  Every fiber of my being wanted to simply surrender
to the sexual urge, to push into this woman's vagina, or at least hard
enough against the outside to stimulate the nerves further.  To stimulate
the urge, the desperate desire to ejaculate.
   I couldn't look Tara in the eyes anymore.  On the downward movement I
lowered my face toward one of her ears.  On the upward movement I clenched
my eyes shut, desperately trying to maintain control.
   Throughout this supposed consummation I vaguely heard Zami chanting her
blessing.  Words, voices, breathing, drums...how much more could I take? 
When could I end this, or make it look like I was ending it?  Soon, it had
to be soon!
   Then something incredible happened.  Almost as subtly as when she had
stroked my thumb with hers, Tara made another minute yet electrifying
movement: as I lowered my body down against her, with my cock grazing along
her mons, she thrust her hips up.
At first I thought she simply might've been shifting her hips, having
grown uncomfortable on the thin bed of firs.  But as I lifted up and
pressed down again, there could be no doubt that Tara was moving her hips
up again.  We may have still been simulating intercourse at this point, but
my sister was now matching me thrust for thrust.  And it felt wonderful,
too wonderful.  I was beginning to thoroughly enjoy dry-humping my sister,
and it was useless trying to tell myself that such a thing with a
blood-relative should not be enjoyed.
   Saying something, she was saying something, my sister.  "God, Cal...oh
God."
   "Yes, baby," I groaned back, getting lost in my lust.
   Each time I lowered myself I was now pressing harder against her, my
cock firmly pinned against her thigh, her luscious breasts smashing hotly
against my chest, sweat forming between us, breath coming in short stunted
jerks.
   "Cal, I...we..." She didn't finish, just gripped me tighter in her arms,
thrusting her hips up hard now, even moving them from side-to-side, and
after a few testing moves we found a way to grind our genitalia against
each other to provide more direct stimulation.  I could now distinctly feel
the shaft of my iron-hard cock work its way into the warm wet grove of my
sister's perfectly smooth labia.  How I kept from just jamming the head of
my cock right into my sister's vulnerable pussy at this point caused both
wonder and regret in my tortured psyche.
   After a few minutes of this, lost in our feelings, I sensed that the
drums and chanting of the elders was getting louder.  Or were my senses
just heightened in the total high of sexual plateau?
   I was now looking directly into Tara's eyes, and she returned my gaze.
We were not stupid, we knew what was going on.  The only question was, how
far were we going to take it?  It wasn't just my mind wondering; my cock
had practically had enough, and I was ready to burst at any minute.
   Tara's soft sultry voice get me into focus again.  "Cal, it's been long
enough."
   "What?" I breathed, realizing that I suddenly wanted to kiss her.  Kiss
my own sister.
   "Long enough," she said, thrusting up at my own push against her.  "It's
been long enough, I think.  We should...we should finish."
   The fact was, I was actually quite close to "finishing." You have to
realize, my good friend, that I hadn't masturbated in something like ten
days, and I had all but fucked a girl once during that time, and then I'd
been naked and surrounded by naked people--including my sister--for the
last few days.  You could say that I was primed, very primed, to pop with
virtually any amount of stimulation.  And that stimulation had been
happening for a good 10 to 15 minutes.
   Finishing would not be a problem.
   But then I had a horrific thought.  Up to this moment my sister and I
had been faking sex.  Even in my euphorically delirious state of lust it
was logical to assume that she was now telling me to fake my finish as
well. The very thought of having to end this without having an actual
orgasm was not something I wanted to even contemplate.  Amazingly, however,
just as I was processing this in my lust-drunk mind my sister seemed to
read my mind, perhaps my pained expression.
   Somewhat breathlessly, she whispered, "Cal, if you need to...finish
yourself, you can do it.  Just," she added, "just try to keep it hidden
under the blanket."
   I couldn't believe my ears.  Desperately I whispered, "Are you sure,
Tara?" As if to give her every possible reason to change her mind, I added,
"There will be quite a...quite a mess."
   Tara swallowed and looked at me, taking one of her hands from the small
of my back and reaching up to stroke me cheek.  Then she pulled my ear to
her lips and said in a voice of mostly warm breath, "It's okay, Cal.  You
have to ejaculate.  If you don't and we end this, they'll see that you're
still...still erect, and they'll have doubts."
   As if to reassure me further, Tara did something incredible: she began
lightly kissing my ear, then she worked here way down my cheek, ending with
a very light kiss on my quivering lips.  "I'm okay with this, Cal.  Just
let it happen."
   This whole time we were continuing to thrust against one another,
maintaining the rhythm almost automatically.  I suddenly felt the most
intense rush of emotions swell up from my stomach to my chest, almost into
my throat.  I could only look down at my sister with indescribable love and
lust.  I knew then that I had to kiss her, really kiss her, but the fear of
shocking her kept me frozen.  It also broke my thrusting pace.
   I watched Tara's face as she realized I had stopped moving, keeping my
body pressed against her.  She glanced over a Zami, the attendants, and
back to me.  I looked deeply into my sister's beautiful eyes and prepared
to thrust against her one last time, eager to make myself cum against her
smooth naked pelvis and thigh.  I just had to make sure I didn't shoot any
of it beyond the thin reed blanket covering us, which would certainly blow
the charade apart.
   I don't think Tara quite realized why I suddenly paused.  She was
looking curiously up at me.  But before I could say anything or start
moving again, I actually felt movement on Tara's part.  She began moving
her hand again, this time between us, reaching down toward where our naked
middles pressed together.  I almost leaped back when I felt the fingers of
Tara's hand graze against my penis.
   "Tara," I grimaced.  "What are you--?"
   "Shh," she replied softly.  "I'll help.  It will be...it will be easier
this way."
   My lust-swollen brain hardly contemplated what my sister was saying, but
my cock didn't need to be told twice.  It gave a solid twitch and stiffened
even harder when Tara gently wrapped her hands around the shaft, allowing a
couple of fingers to flick lightly along the tip, instantly getting gooey
with the profuse amount of precum that had been flowing steadily from my
urethra.
   "Thrust again," she said, "make it look good."
   This I didn't need to be told twice.  I began moving back and forth
again, really playing into the part with grunts and groans.  The sounds
coming out of my mouth actually didn't need to be faked.  As I thrust
forward, Tara kept a solid grip on my penis, essentially stroking me from a
stationary position as I thrust back and forth.  I sensed that her hand,
which gripped my cock, was also pressed firmly against her vagina, ensuring
that the direction of my thrusting would indicate actual penetration to the
onlookers.
   Virtually drunk with desire now, and well on the verge of cumming, I
gazed through foggy eyes down at my sister and just kept whispering "thank
you thank you thank you."
   And she was moaning back, "Oh my Cal, my sweet brother, let it happen,
baby."
   Another thrust...and another, and oh mother of god please just one more,
one more and--and-
   "Oh, Tara, baby, I'm--I'm gonna--"
   "I know, Cal, cum for me, baby.  Let it go.  Let it all go."
   And with a final powerful thrust, hard against her hand, hard against
her pussy, I felt the absolute most powerfully intense orgasm I had ever
known burst forth from what felt like my feet, through my legs, churned to
the ultimate intensity within my balls and out like an atomic blast through
the shaft of my engorged cock.
   Still gripping my cock, Tara managed to shift her hand just enough to
try and catch as many of the splashes of hot semen as she could.  I didn't
even care at this point, and I lost count of how many times my cock pulsed
and spewed forth yet another thick wet rope of sticky white sperm.  It
seemed to go on for minutes, and I seemed to hear myself from afar as I
cried out in pure pleasure, drawing the delighted "oohs" and "ahs" of those
watching us.
   I even heard Tara mutter, "Jesus, Cal," as she looked down between us
and watched my cock continue to ejaculate against her hand and stomach. 
And while I had been coming, I was continuing to press firmly against my
sister.  Unknowingly, I had been contributing to just enough stimulation
for Tara, who took in the combined sensation of my weight against her pussy
and the sight of my pulsating cock.  It was enough to do the incredible.
   It sent her over the edge too.
   "Oh, oh my God, CAL!" My sister cried out, almost as if frightened at
what was washing over her body: an orgasm.  A massive orgasm.  Her body
shook under me, her breath came in desperate, almost choking gasps.  She
freed one hand and gripped one of my ass cheeks.  And she came and came.
   As did I.  As did we both.  It was a moment that was instantly etched in
time.  Instantly infinite yet suddenly over at the same time as we finally
collapsed together, our bodies meshed in a mass.  The obscenely large pool
of semen that had collected on my sister's midsection pasted and spread
between us as we lie there, me on top, my soft warm sister breathing
beneath me.
   I felt her hand still against my penis, which after a couple of moments
began to settle back into a slightly more flaccid state, and she let it go
at last.  As we panted in exhaustion, Zami cried out something in Kasabai.
I blinked and looked up at her, only to find the elder smiling down at me
with a look of great joy.  She said something to the two attendants, whom
I'd almost forgotten had been watching the whole time.  Whatever Zami said
she had to repeat it a few times, because the attendants, very young women,
had been absolutely enraptured by what they had just witnessed--or what
they thought they had just witnessed.  Perhaps it was their first
initiation into this ceremony too.  In any case Zami's orders had finally
gotten through, and they both sheepishly backed out of the hut and then
began screaming something out as they ran deeper into the village outside.
Within moments I could hear cheering throughout the village.
   I looked down at Tara.  She had been watching me, studying me, smiling
at me.  The smile was a relief, because in the distinctly post-orgasmic
state we now shared I was afraid she would suddenly realize what we had
just done with her own brother, realize that the hot fluid oozing between
us was my incestuous seed, and she would freak out.  But it was just the
opposite; she was calm.
   She said, "The girls are alerting the village about the success of our
union.  The village is happy for us.  Zami is happy for us."
   I let out a breath.  "That's a relief."
   Tara kept smiling.
   It seemed that we should've probably have said something more to each
other at this point, but Zami was speaking.  I leaned my head down to allow
Tara to translate softly in my ear.
   "She's bestowing further blessings upon us and--oh good, she's going to
step out of the hut now and give us some privacy to get some much needed
sleep."
   I was further relieved to know that Zami wouldn't be staring down at us
anymore, but that led to another question.  I asked, "We're to sleep here?
Together?"
   "I'd say that's logical.  We are, after all, married now."
   "True."
   After another few words Zami left, and then I was truly alone with Tara
for the first time in days.  We were still pressed together, the warmth of
our naked bodies combined, the product of my ejaculation still quite wet
between us.  I could smell it, and I was sure she could too.
   "There's some water in that wooden bowl over there," she said gently. 
"We should try to clean up a bit."
   I nodded, and with a sudden reluctance, I lifted myself off of Tara's
perfect body and moved the reed blanket from over us.  In the dim light I
could see the mess on her stomach, and I tentatively felt the same residue
of thick semen clinging to my own abdomen.  I got up, stretching a little,
and fetched the bowl of water.  Tara sat up, then got to her knees as I
returned with the bowl and set it between us.  I mirrored her kneeling
posture, and we quietly washed ourselves with the limited amount of cool
water.  The whole time I couldn't keep from marveling over and over again
at my sister's glorious nakedness.  Only the fact that I had just enjoyed
one of the most intense orgasms of my life kept me from growing painfully
erect yet again.  Nevertheless, my cock protruded prominently, and my
sister glanced at it frequently as we cleaned up.  When we were done, we
looked at each other for several wordless moments: now what?
   Finally Tara, the logical doctorate candidate, spoke: "We must sleep
here together tonight, to keep up appearances.  I'm pretty sure we won't be
disturbed, so we can hopefully get a good night's sleep."
   "Sure," I acknowledged tentatively.  I could see in her eyes that she
had more to say, or she certainly had much to ponder, but we obviously
weren't quite ready to bring up the 800-pound gorilla in the room.
   To help bring things to a close, at least temporarily, I reclined back
onto our "wedding bed" and pulled the reed blanket partially up my body.  I
said, "A good night's sleep sounds like exactly the perfect thing right
now. I am utterly exhausted."
   Tara hesitated only for a moment, but to my hardly concealed joy got
back down onto the bed with me and joined me under the blanket.  "Yes," she
said, "sleep is what we both need right now after the craziness of today's
events."
   For the next few minutes there was a little awkwardness as to how we
were going to settle into bed with each other.  We didn't exactly spoon,
things were still just a bit too weird for that at the moment, but finally
we settled onto our sides, facing each other.  The blanket got pulled up so
that, though we were of course still quite nude under it, what we could
really see of each other now was our faces.  In the dim light hers looked
angelic.  I gazed curiously and suddenly quite hungrily at her for a good
several minutes before the biological reality of my post-orgasmic body
began to set in and I found myself beginning to doze.
   In this euphoric state of half-wake-half-sleep, I sensed Tara reaching
out with a slender hand to lightly stroke the side of my face and my hair.
   "Oh Cal," she said in a whisper, "what have I gotten you into?"
   With my eyes now closed, I whispered back, "I agreed to this, sis.  No
regrets."
   "Thank you, Cal.  You are wonderful." Her voice sounded a little distant
now, but that was because sleep was fast coming upon me.  From afar I heard
her continue, "And the truth is...I'm glad it's you.  I'm glad it will
continue to be you."
   Continue, she said...continue.  This led to the final thought I remember
having that night: this "consummation" of our marriage was really only the
first phase of the ceremony....
   * * *
   At dawn the next morning the sound of whispering stirred me from
slumber. The whispering was peppered with youthful tittering and giggling.
I opened my eyes and saw that the two young assistants to Zami were the
ones whispering to each other while they had been watching Tara and I
sleep. What they were giggling about became obvious when I realized that
Tara and I had, after all, settled into a spooning position, the reed
blanket had slid off of us, and I was sporting a classic morning erection
that was poking fairly squarely into my sister's ass crack.  And it did my
erection no good by the fact that, as last night, these two girls were
gloriously nude.
   It was a highly erotic sensation, of course, but I was still unsure
about how Tara was going to be handling our fake post-coitus this morning,
so I moved my erection away from her and slid the blanket back up, glaring
at the giggling girls, who giggled even louder than then began to chirp
cheerfully in Kasabai.  This served to wake Tara from her slumber, and for
a second she seemed confused as to where she was.  But to my great relief
when she rolled over slightly to see me next to her, she smiled sleepily.
   "Good morning," she said, groggily.
   I smiled back at her, trying to maintain eye-contact rather than stare
at her wonderfully exposed breasts.  "Good morning."
   The girls chirped again, and Tara turned to them, listening then
nodding. She said something back to them and they bowed and departed. 
Turning back to me, Tara said, "Part Two of the ceremony will begin
shortly. You are to head to one side of the river with the men, I'll join
the women on the other."
   Tara, now quite used to being naked around me, got up and stretched like
it was no big deal.  I sat up but kept the reed blanket strategically over
my crotch and my damned persistent erection.  Part of the problem was that
I also had to take a serious piss.  Once I could relieve my bladder I'm
sure my erection would go down...
   I said, "Um, why don't you go on ahead.  I'll be out shortly."
   "Really?" she said.  "I think there is a crowd gathering outside. 
They'll want to see us emerge together."
   "Oh boy..." I puffed out my cheeks, stared down at the ground for a
moment.
   "Cal, what's wrong?"
   "I just...need a few minutes."
   Tara knelt down next to me and holy fucking god was she still so
gorgeous!  I forced myself to look away.
   "Cal," Tara said, a note of worry in her voice, "this is getting to you,
isn't it?  We've definitely gone too far, haven't we?"
   "No, it's not that," I said quickly.  "We've made it this far, it's
just...I'm...somewhat...excited at the moment."
   "Excited?" The worry in her voice turned to puzzlement.
   I glanced at her.  "You know when guys wake up and they have to use the
bathroom how sometimes..." I trailed off.
   Tara finally came to a realization.  "Oh my!  I'm sorry, I understand
now." We were both quiet for a moment.  Then she said softly, "You're erect
right now?"
   I nodded.  "It would help if I could go to the bathroom, but..."
   I saw Tara bite her lip in contemplation and glance around.  "Here," she
said at last, standing again.  "Use this as a chamber pot." She'd stepped
across the hut to fetch the wooden bowl from which last night we'd drawn
water to wash my semen off of ourselves.  It was empty now, and she set it
down next to me.
   "Seriously?" I said.
   "You gotta do what you gotta do, right?  And if we don't step out soon
they're going to come back in here and get us."
   "Uh...okay."
   We stared at each other awkwardly for a moment.  Tara then seemed to
realize something and said, "Oh, sorry, I'll turn away."
   I shrugged.  "Hell, it doesn't matter, you've seen a much more serious
bodily function of mine, I guess taking a leak in front of you can't be any
worse."
   Tara grimaced at me.  "Oh god, Cal." But despite my crude comment we
both chuckled, happy to release some of the tension that remained between
us.
   But speaking of "release," I felt like I was going to absolutely pop any
second, so I mumbled "Fuck it" and stood, letting the reed blanket drop. 
Thankfully, my erection had abated somewhat, but there was still enough
blood in the shaft to keep me well-engorged and sticking out considerably,
much to Tara's amazement, which she quickly tried to hide in a blushed
glance over to any other part of the hut that was suddenly fascinating.
   In symbolic discretion, I half turned away from Tara, and bowl in hand,
I took aim.  For a few embarrassing seconds I was piss-shy, but eventually
biology won out and I was able to let loose with an eventual torrent of
urine into the bowl.  It was a tremendous relief, and I was tempted to hang
my head back and sigh, but I remembered I needed to concentrate on keeping
everything flowing into the bowl and the bowl not spilling.
   When I was done I glanced over at Tara, and interestingly enough I saw
that she had, after all, pretty much watched the whole thing once I got
started.  Interesting.  I also noticed that she was sort of crossing her
ankles as she stood, and she was fidgety.
   "You okay?" I asked.
   "Hmm?  Oh, yes," she said.  "Just watching you...er, hearing you go
makes me...well, I have to go too."
   "Uh...well, there's room in the bowl, I suppose...."
   "No, I'll make it to the river.  I'm not the one who had to get rid of
morning wood."
   This last she said with a smirk and wink.  I glanced down at myself and
confirmed that my erection had finally died down so that my penis, while
still quite proudly hanging down between my legs, was of it's normal
flaccid size.
   "Shall we, husband?" Tara asked, trying to sound cheerful again.
   I grinned.  "Sure, dear wife.  Let's go."
   Hand in hand, and of course naked, my sister and I stepped out into the
bright light of the morning to find virtually the entire village gathered
in a large circle around our marriage hut.  Led by Zami there were
energetic cheers, chants in Kasabai, and overall applause.  The cheering
sounded surprisingly Western, very similar to what one might expect
stepping outside the church after a traditional Christian wedding.  And it
was quite amazing to see how wholly and thoroughly this culture embraced
their own odd concept of matrimony.
   As the chanting continued, Zami stepped forward and said a few things to
Tara, who translated: "As the girls said earlier, you will now leave with
the men for a sacred part of the river, I will head with the women to
another.  There will be some ceremonial hunting, more bathing of course,
among other things, then we'll meet again for dinner before sundown. 
Okay?"
   I shrugged and gave her a smirk.  "Got nothing better to do."
   Tara surprised me by leaning toward me and giving me a very loving but
light kiss on the lips.  "You are wonderful, Cal.  Thank you." I could only
smile stupidly at her.  One of the village girls was already tugging her
away, so she parted from me and shouted, "See you soon!"
   Now that I was on my own with just men, I found it a little easier to
concentrate.  Not being able to speak a word of Kasabai, I had to pay close
attention to the gestures of guidance the men gave me, encouraging me to
splash and bathe with them in the refreshing current of the river.  If any
American with classic OCD could stand to be naked in public, he or she
would be quite at home in how obsessed this tribe was with cleanliness.
   The bathing was followed by Pictionary-style instructions on once again
how to use a bow and arrow, how to use a spear, how to look for grubs under
rocks and what plants could and couldn't be eaten.  I got the sense that I
was being given a crash-course in how to fend for myself and provide for my
new bride.  I didn't mind.  As a former military officer and survivalist by
trade, this was actually an incredible experience, and I reminded myself to
pay very close attention to everything I could, because I would need to
provide accurate feedback to Tara for her documentation.
   Tara.  My sister.  And according to the Kasabai, now my wife.  I
wondered how Tara would transpose such information into her documents.  Her
breakthrough in integrating with this tribe was going to get her name into
all of the most prominent journals of her field, I was sure of that.  But
if she were to refer to me as her "mate" in all this, it would most
certainly cause shock and distraction from the otherwise true value of her
work.  I made a mental note to ensure that she obscured my true identity
when she published her work.  Amazingly, I didn't feel embarrassed at all
about what I had done with my sister, but I was certainly concerned that
Western society would be appalled, and Tara would be shunned amongst her
peers.  So the fact that her "husband" was her sibling would have to be
concealed forever....
   The highlight of the day was when I successfully arrowed a wild bore
from around 30 meters or so.  Certainly no archery records would be set by
me today, but for someone much more used to an automatic rifle than a bow I
was fairly proud of myself.  And the men of the tribe seemed to take my
fresh kill, so early on in my "training," as a good sign.
   Though the steamy heat of the jungle never really seemed to ebb, day or
night, I could sense by the changing light through the canopy overhead that
it must be getting fairly late in the afternoon, and the rumbling in my
stomach reminded me that I hadn't eaten in hours.  I also quickly learned
that dinner would be shared with the women.
   Once again I found myself seated in a circle in the main hut of the
village.  Zami and her "elders" completed a circle that included me and my
"wife." Young female attendants stood behind each of us, eager to serve us
remove after remove of yet another feast.  The men of the village stayed
nearby, but outside the hut.
   Though we had been naked around each other for days now, it was still
very striking to see my nude sister again after not being around her for
hours.  She was so beautiful, so perfect, I knew that my desire for her was
infinite now.  I felt no shame in looking forward to our next encounter,
though I was careful to act as "brotherly" and professional as possible. 
In the hours of separation it was quite possible that Tara's feelings were
going in quite an opposite direction as mine.  But I would find out exactly
what was in her mind soon enough, because the meal was concluding, and
without having to wait for my sister's translation I could tell that Zami
was indicating that a return to the wedding hut was forthcoming.
   As we walked toward the hut, Tara and I debriefed on our days.  I
updated her on the highlights of my day with the men, and she said that
other than the hunting her day was similar, even somewhat mundane.  She
added that if anything there was a concerted effort to ensure that she did
not expend too much energy.
   "Why is that?" I asked.
   With a sudden blush, she looked down.  Her voice was almost inaudible
when she answered, "To help ensure conception."
   My throat went dry.
   And then we were in the hut, making a scene almost identical to the one
last night.  There was Zami, in her ceremonial garb (but still 95% naked)
aided by the same pair of young women, chanting on in a voice loud enough
for the gathered villagers to hear outside.  I watched Zami for several
minutes, but it suddenly occurred to me that Tara was not translating for
me.  I turned and looked at her, admiring her beautiful face in profile,
her olive skin aglow from the lamp light.  Sensing my eyes on her, Tara
turned toward me and gave me a slightly self-conscious smile.
   "Everything okay?" I whispered, not wanting to intrude upon Zami's
preaching.
   Tara nodded, then whispered back.  "Just absorbing what's going on." She
glanced at Zami, who had paused but realized that Tara was probably just
translating, so she picked right back up.  My sister went on, "We're going
through the usual blessings of the marriage, with high hopes that our first
night of consummation was happy and healthy and to the satisfaction of the
God of the River, that sort of thing."
   I nodded, listening, watching my naked sister.
   She quietly continued, "Loosely translated, last
night's...union...between you and I represented Light penetrating through
the Forest, through the canopy.  The Light brings Life." She turned to me,
"You, of course, represent that Light, and my...opening myself to you
represents the welcoming of the Forest.  The Fertile Forest.  And Light
brings Life, as is expected of your..." She trailed off.
   "My what?"
   Tara glanced back and forth between Zami and me, but her eyes eventually
settled on mine.  "Well, your...your seed, of course...that's the Life you
are bringing to me."
   The sudden memory of the sight and feeling of my "seed" flowing out from
my cock and splashing against my sister's flat stomach and the bottoms of
her heaving rounded breasts momentarily blinded me.  It was such a raw
moment, so erotic, so amazing...but through the fog of lust that was
filling my mind once again, I picked up on what Tara was getting at.  As
with the union of any man and woman in any society, the production of
children is of course expected and encouraged.  Under normal circumstances
a new Kasabai husband and wife would have actual intercourse, not a
simulation.  As far as Zami and the tribe was concerned, my sperm was now
flowing through Tara's body, and the blessings being bestowed upon us was
meant to encourage conception.
   Trying to steer my reeling mind back to rational thought, I quietly
asked, "If last night represented my bringing life to you--which we
successfully convinced them actually happened, I might add--why do we seem
to be going through the same ritual again?"
   Hearing myself ask that, it occurred to me that Tara would sense that I
was reluctant to repeat last night's ceremony.  I most certainly was not
reluctant, but I was concerned that the more we had to simulate things, to
more likely our charade would be discovered, and Tara's whole mission here
could be blown.
   If any visible expression of those concerns was readable in my face,
Tara didn't seem to notice or be bothered by it.  Actually, at this point
she was only half paying attention to me, half to Zami.  Ever the
anthropologist.  After listening to the leader of the tribe for several
more minutes, Tara leaned toward me.
   "Although I can speak Kasabai fluently, there is still the challenge of
correctly interpreting some of the analogies and metaphors they use.  In
one sense, it does appear that we will need to repeat our...our
consummation, but something about it will be different.b"
   I swallowed and tried not to let the sudden excitement of "repeating our
consummation" work its way down to my loins, which would most assuredly
lead to an embarrassing erection.  I whispered back, "What will be
different?"
   Tara held up a finger while paying close attention to Zami.  "She's
getting to that." More Kasabai chants, more words, more preaching. 
Finally, Tara lowered her finger and glanced at me, her brow furrowed
slightly in curiosity.  "Our consummation will now symbolize, to translate
literally, 'the flowing of the River of Life through the Forest.'"
   I thought about this for a moment.  Last night, Tara, as the woman,
represented the Fertile Forest, and I was the life-giving Light.  If she
remained the Forest again, I was now the life-giving River.  So what made
it different for me?
   As if reading my mind and ready to explain, the young assistants to Zami
stepped forward and moved to either side of Tara.  They gently took her
arms and guided her toward the long reed mat that had served as our wedding
bed the night before.  As she stepped away from my side I selfishly enjoyed
a full view of my sister's long slender nude body.  Her buttocks were high
and taught, her thighs lithe and muscular from regular exercise and a
limited diet.
   I felt my loins stir in anticipation.
   Thankfully I happened to be moving my gaze back up toward Tara's slender
shoulders and her long soft blond hair cascading between them at the moment
she glanced back at me.  Our eyes locked.  Once again concern was in her
expression, and I knew the question on her mind: was I still okay with
this? Despite my growing lust, I still felt an extreme fondness for my
sister--in fact, much more than simple fondness now--and with as much
warmth and affection as I could convey, I smiled reassuringly at her,
adding a slight nod.  She nodded back and allowed the assistants to
continue to guide her.  They stood her toward the center of the mat and
then eased her down into what was at first an upright kneeling position. 
From there she was encouraged to lean forward, onto her hands, then elbows.
This caused her luscious rear to point upward and back toward me.  Only a
few feet away I had a completely unobstructed view of her slightly parted
ass and fully exposed and completely smooth vagina.
   My erection grew.
   Zami noted the visible evidence of my desire at once and said something
with an approving tone in Kasabai.  One of the assistants moved from Tara
to me.  She paused in front of me, openly and unabashedly admiring arguably
the largest penis she'd ever seen in her life.  It only fueled my erection
to look at her in turn, her lovely young dark-skinned naked form, but my
lust was reserved for my sister.  And I wanted her now.
   Zami uttered a slight grunt, startling the pretty young assistant back
to her task, and she took my hand.  I allowed her to walk me the few steps
toward Tara until I was standing directly behind her upturned ass.  My cock
felt so hard, so huge, it actually eclipsed my view of Tara's behind as I
looked down at her, the length of my shaft obscuring her ass crack from my
point of view.  It was with a sudden shock back to the reality of the
moment that I realized this whole time Tara had been turning her head,
looking back and up at me.  And here I was, standing naked behind her, as
fully erect as ever in my life.
   I felt my face redden.  Last night's situation had been different: it
could be argued that my erection had understandably occurred by the
physical contact and repetitive motion of moving back and forth against my
sister's naked flesh.  Up to this point I hadn't even touched her, yet here
I was, a raging cock with a man attached, little else.
   Then something wonderful happened: Tara give me a reassuring nod.  We
were committed to this charade, come hell or high water.  I took a deep
breath and nodded back, feeling slightly relieved.  As this exchange of
approving expressions was happening, I felt both assistants now, one
holding each of my hands, gently pulling and guiding me down to my own
knees, my cock now mere inches from poking into my sister's backward facing
genitalia.
   At this point, at this proximity, I could smell my sister!  It was a
scent that I found intoxicating.  I glanced down at the source of the
scent. With a perfectly laser-smooth pussy, there was nothing to obstruct
the fact that she was wet, apparently as stimulated as me!  I was so
enthralled with the thought that my sister was as eager as I was, I
practically jumped when I felt a pair of soft hands on my shoulder: it was
one of the assistants.  The other was kneeling near Tara's head and
encouraging her to lower her upper half even further.  I, in turn, was
guided to lean forward to the point where I was now on my hands, and as we
shuffled slowly into these positions, it happened.
   My cock brushed against my sister's ass.
   We both gasped, and in a childish moment of panic I lifted up slightly,
as if by touching the tip of my penis against her the electric current it
generated would shock the two of us into the reality of what we were doing,
something unspeakably taboo.  I looked down between us and saw a small wet
spot on Tara's right butt cheek, and it was only then that I realized I was
already drooling copious amounts of precum.  It was so enthralling I almost
felt like the next time I even so much as grazed Tara's body with my penis,
it would explode into the largest climax of my life.
   But somehow, slowly but surely, we lowered ourselves even further. 
Although it still sent shivers of lust through every fiber of my being, I
miraculously did not climax the moment my penis touched my sister's naked
buttocks again.  In fact, the shaft was now resting snuggly in her crack.
But I was still supporting a great deal of my weight on my arms.  Arms that
were trembling, muscles flexed out to the max.
   Tara seemed to sense that I was fatiguing quickly.  She spoke softly,
"Cal, relax down against me if you need to.  You'll never be able to stay
up like that."
   "I know," I said through gritted teeth.  "It's just...I mean...I'm not
sure how we're going to be able to...simulate this if they just stand there
and watch us again."
   Tara got my point very quickly, and this caused her to twist her head
around again to look at me, quite a bit of worry in her expression.  But as
she met my steady gaze some kind of process seemed to occur in her mind,
for her expression began to soften, and as her eyelids dropped a little, I
even got the sense that she was going to-
   No, I couldn't even tempt fate by thinking it!
   Yet still she stared at me.  Oh god, I thought, my body trembling.  Are
you going to ask me what I think you are, dear sister?
   But then her expression changed again, and her eyes looked away from
mine to some point just behind me.  Before I could look back to see what
she saw, I felt it: the girls were draping the long skin and fur blanket
over us.  Now, as last night, our naked bodies were "censored" save for our
feet sticking out one end of the blanket, and our heads and shoulders the
other.  This of course made the decision about how to handle Night #2 an
easier one: it would be like Night #1.
   At this point, with as far as we had taken this charade, I would have
been absolutely kidding myself if I tried to deny the almost primal desire
penetrate my sister.  But as consumed as I was with such wonton lust for
the woman beneath me, I still cared about her enough to realize that such
an act would change everything, no matter how far we had already taken
things with our continued mutual nudity and simulated sexual actions.  So
that just left having to determine how best to position ourselves under the
crude blanket to make this second act of marital consummation look
believable.  Tara apparently had figured this out already, because I could
feel her begin to move beneath me.
   "Lift up a little," she requested, her voice a little unsteady.  "They
know you're resting against me now.  You need to make as if you're going
to...enter me."
   In complete amazement at the words coming out of my sister's mouth, I
knew that she was making sense from a practical "plumbing" standpoint.  I
indeed lifted up, and another electric shock of pleasure zapped through me
as I felt Tara shift her weight slightly to one elbow as she used a free
hand to reach back and tentatively grasp the shaft of my penis.
   "Jesus, Tara," I moaned.
   "I'm sorry, Cal, but with you holding yourself up on your elbows like
that, one of us needs to make as if to...well, to make it happen."
   I closed my eyes and let her guide me...but to where?
   "Let me know if this is too uncomfortable," she said, and I felt my
stiff cock being angled out away from my body, almost straight down, and
then I realized what she was trying to do.  "Just need to get it down
and...in-between," she said, her voice raspy now, her breathing quickening.
   She parted her legs a little more, angled her hips just so, and then I
felt the shaft of my penis being pulled down and in-between my sister's
inner thighs.  The upper length of my cock was now pressed firmly up
against her moist labia.  I shifted my weight as we connected this way, and
a sudden gasp escaped Tara's lips.
   "Ohhh...Jesussssss!" she exclaimed.
   I froze solid, terrified that I'd hurt her or something.  "Are you okay,
Tara?"
   "I'm sorry but...I...oh, Cal!" was all she could utter.
   Her body began to quiver.
   "Oh, I can't help it, Caaaaaallll!" I felt a sheen of sweet sweat
suddenly form on her back, and incredibly it seemed to get warmer and
wetter where my cock pressed against my sister's pussy.
   Tara was in orgasm.
   Holy Jesus, my sister was experiencing a powerful climax, and this was
just with my pressing against her, not even moving!  All I could do was lay
there, my teeth clenched tight, my body stiff and shivering in excitement,
as this incredible orgasm seemed to bubble up from deep within Tara's core.
It seemed to build and build, and last and last, and through the whooshing
sound of my own blood coursing through veins near my eardrums, I could hear
even Zami and the girls let out their own exclamations of wonder at how
sudden and how powerful my "wife's" orgasm was.
   Back on both hands and elbows now, head pressed against the mat, Tara
pushed back and hard against me with her pussy.
   "Oh Cal...Caaaallllllll...ssssssooooo....soorrrrryyyy!"
   Her voice was little more than gurgling now, so completely did this
orgasm sweep through her.  But from what I could make of her words I sensed
that she felt quite guilty about the pleasure she was experiencing by her
own brother's touch.  This was still taboo, still against what our rational
natures should be allowing.  But it was happening, goddammit, and I did not
want my beautiful sister to feel guilty about it.  I knew now that I was
hopelessly and deeply in love with her, and I wanted her to feel perfect,
to feel like the princess she was.
   "Shh," I soothed her softly.  "Just let it wash over you, Tara.  Just
let it happen, baby."
   I wanted to take her hand and reassure her, but this required me
shifting my weight so that I could move an arm up toward hers.  This shift
caused the shaft of my downward pointed cock to slide several inches
against my sister's slightly parted pussy, and when the head of my cock
grazed Tara's heavily swollen clitoris, she exploded.
   "Ohhhhh!  God!  Oh god, Cal!  OH GOD YES!" she wailed at the top of her
lungs.  It was still hitting her, a full minute in, maybe more, and so
powerful were her cries of joy that even Zami and her assistants were
stunned, and I could hear murmurs of amazement from outside the hut.
   It was so intense, in fact, that it became infectious.  With all this
anticipation, all the build-up to this moment, and now with such proximity
of our bodies, of our exposed and sensitive genitalia grinding against each
other, there was no way I could maintain control.  It was almost as if my
body took over on its own as I began to grind even harder against my
sister, pushing the shaft of my cock up and down, up and down, against her
perfect pussy.
   This only re-intensified her marathon orgasm, and I swear I could feel
her gushing at this point, because just before I climaxed I felt a literal
torrent of warm fluid wash over my shaft and balls.  But climax I did, and
my sister and I both cried out together.  I felt my balls tighten, and my
semen began blasting great thick warm ropes from the tip of my cock and
spattering wetly into Tara's thighs and the reed mat beneath us.
   Somehow, as our mutual orgasms were exploding and merging, my hand found
hers, and we gripped each other like lovers....
   * * *
   I have no recollection of what happened immediately following the mutual
orgasm I'd experienced with my sister.  All I knew was that at some point
in the middle of the night I'd woken with a start to realize that it was
pitch black in the hut, the lamps having long since burned out.  The
village was quiet, and the only sound I heard was that of Tara breathing
deeply next to me.  Not just next to me, curled up tightly against me.  The
night of our first "consummation" we had felt awkward around each other,
and though we'd slept together, we'd remained somewhat apart most of the
time.
   Not tonight.  At some point soon after cumming together, Tara and I had
drifted off into sleep in the natural position of me spooning against her
from behind, and her snuggled directly within my grasping arms and legs. 
This night had turned out to be slightly cooler than the previous, and with
only a loosely stitched blanket to cover our naked bodies, we enjoyed the
warmth of each other's embrace.
   I lifted my head just enough to find a soft spot behind my sister's ear,
where the warm skin of her slender neck met her hair, and I gave her a soft
kiss.  Her breathing changed slightly, then settled into a steady rhythm
again.  Her orgasm had completely drained her.  And mine had drained me,
quite literally.
   I drifted back to sleep.
   * * *
   In the morning I woke up on my side, almost as if I hadn't moved at all
last night, but when I gradually opened my eyes Tara was no longer spooning
up against me.  I frowned, worried for a few groggy seconds, before I
sensed a presence and turned to look up: Tara was sitting up on our mat,
legs crossed, smiling down at me.
   Smiling.
   It was the most beautiful smile of the most beautiful woman I had ever
seen.
   "Good morning, sleepy head," she said.
   I smiled back up at her, relieved to see her in such a good mood.  I
rolled on my back and felt the still air of the hut upon me.  I was still
completely naked, of course, but no longer with even the blanket over me.
Tara actually had it draped around her shoulders, not unlike a shawl.  It
must have been to keep the last vestiges of the fading chill off her; it
certainly wasn't for modesty, because the blanket was fully open in the
front.  I could very clearly see my sister's large breasts, her hard
nipples pointing right at me.  And, as I had mentioned, she was sitting
cross-legged, meaning that with just the slightest lift of my head I could
peek over her crossed legs and stare directly into her beautifully exposed
vagina.  Which made my smile bigger.
   Among other things.
   "I think you have to pee again," she said with a wink.
   "What?  Oh." Lifting my head a little more, I could see what I already
felt, yet another erection.
   But this time I wasn't embarrassed.  This time, I was happy to show it
off to her.
   "It's not just because I have to pee this time," I said, allowing a
little mischief in my voice.
   "I hope not," she teased back without hesitation.
   This caused a long moment of silence between us, both of us locking eyes
for several moments.  I may not have penetrated my sister last night, but
something definitely had changed.
   "Come on, husband," she said at last.  Then with another wink and her
cute little tongue sticking out, Tara shocked me by taking the finger and
thumb of her right hand and applying a light gripping pinch to the shaft of
my hard cock, just below the base of the head.  "You need to take care of
this so we can get started with our day."
   Before I could react she was on her feet.  She dropped the blanket and
found another empty wooden bowl.  I shook my head and grinned, then got to
my feet, stretching and trying to work out the kinks of sleeping on nothing
more than a mat and a few animal pelts over dirt.  Tara handed me the bowl.
   On ony our second morning of "matrimony" we were already following a
routine.  But as our second night as "husband and wife" had progressed, so
was our second morning, because this time my sister didn't bother turning
away to give me a semblance of privacy while I went to the bathroom.  She
simply folded her arms under her ample breasts and watched with unmasked
amusement.
   "Really?" I said.
   She shrugged.  "After last night, after having to clean your mess up
from between my legs, I figured being shy around each other was sort of
silly now."
   "My mess?"
   "Okay," she blushed.  "Our mess.  Nevertheless," she gestured the
entrance to the hut, "the natives grow restless."
   Well, if she was going to be bold, then so was I.  I hesitated only for
a couple of moments, because I now really truly had to piss like a race
horse.  It certainly wasn't easy, facing off with my naked sister, trying
to will my erection back into some partial degree of flaccidness so as to
be able to aim into the bowl.  Eventually, though, I got the aim lined up,
and after a couple of piss-shy drops I finally got a good stream going, and
it was a wonderful relief.
   Halfway through, when I was more sure of my aim, I glanced up at Tara.
She was openly staring at my cock as a steady stream of urine filled the
bowl.
   "It'll only be fair for you to let me watch you do this some day," I
said with a mocking tone of annoyance.
   She blinked, then looked up at me.  "What?  Oh...well, I suppose that's
only fair."
   Wow, I had only been joking.  Did I really want to see my sister pee?
   "Sorry," she said.  "I don't know why I suddenly find what you're doing
so fascinating.  I keep resisting the urge to step around behind you to
help you aim."
   Wow again.  It was surprising enough to cause me to stop peeing.  My
cock twitched.
   She giggled.  "Oops, did I embarrass you?"
   I gave a nervous chuckle.  "Not really, I was about done anyway." I gave
my now fully flaccid penis another shake or two over the bowl, causing Tara
to titter in amusement, then carefully set the bowl down.  In another part
of the hut I found another bowl still full of fresh water with which to
rinse my hands, though I knew I'd be washing in the river again soon.
   Turning back to her, I said, "So, shall we, Mrs.  Staddon?"
   "We shall, Mr.  Staddon."
   * * *
   On this second of our three-day matrimonial ceremony, different
activities at last took place.  The men and women of the village went their
separate ways again, but only as far as having one sex on one side of the
river, the other on the other.  For a short while there was a degree of
mixing as everyone enjoyed an opportunity to splash and swim a little in
the fresh water of the river.  But at a single sudden command from Zami on
the female side everyone quickly hopped out to the river's edges,
segregated once more, and everyone dripping and gleaming in full nudity.
   Near each edge of the river, directly facing each other, I noticed that
surprisingly Western-looking chairs had been fashioned out of reeds, sticks
and leaves.  Guided by my "groomsmen," I found myself sitting in a
high-back chair with honest-to-god arms, not unlike what one would expect
at the head of an American dinner table.  Tara had her own equally
elaborate chair facing me from across the water.  It was one of the
narrower points, so I could clearly see my sister only about thirty feet
away.
   We smiled at each other's naked glory as the segregated tribe halves
gathered around us.  On my side the men began to beat their chests and
strut around, chanting in unison.  On Tara's side the women lined up along
the edge of the water, laughing and gesturing teasingly, as if conveying to
the men that they were no match for the strong Kasabai women.
   From time to time Zami spoke, or small groups from either side would
sing songs back and forth, dancing in very unusual but clearly festive
routines.  Between the distance and the sound of the river, it would've
been impossible for Tara to translate for me in anything under a constant
yell, so I just sat back and let the events unfold around me.
   In truth, I was only interested in one thing: our third night together.
As patiently as I could, I played the dutiful new husband and did my best
to enjoy being the center of attention, along with my "wife," throughout
the rest of the day's festivities, which included fine meals, fine singing,
and of course more bathing.  I was beginning to think the term Kasabai
actually translated into "prune."
   Then the evening, with all the incestuous pleasures it promised, came at
last.
   * * *
   Back in the marriage hut, the scene was quite familiar: Tara and I stood
side-by-side while Zami, facing us between her two nubile naked assistants,
orated in her now-familiar "elder" tone, no doubt blessing we the happy
couple, conjuring the gods of the lands to be kind to us, happiness to the
village, that sort of thing.  In a soft aside, Tara partially paraphrased
the transition for me, but unlike the previous two nights she seemed to be
less focused on Zami's words.
   In fact, I was beginning to get the sense that my sister was growing
impatient for some reason.  She was shifting a little too frequently on her
beautiful bare feet.  We started holding hands, and her thumb moved back
and forth regularly along mine.  When I turned to look at her she seemed to
be almost aglow, clearly charged by something.  My heart swelled when a
sudden thought came to me: was she as eager as I was to get to our third
coupling?  If the orgasm she'd had last night was any indication of what
our sessions were doing for her, the answer had to most definitely be yes.
   So I smiled, and my penis began to swell.
   It didn't take long for Tara to notice this, and I now luxuriated
without reservation in the fact that she was gazing very openly and
wantonly at my growing erection.  Without taking her eyes off it, she
whispered to me once again.
   "You're so beautiful, Cal."
   Her tone was pure, full of emotion, I felt myself getting choked up a
little.
   Seeing my erection for herself, Zami seemed to hasten her words, and
before long her young assistants were stepping toward us, gesturing for us
to move to positions to which they guided us.  This time I was the one who
was encouraged to get down on the marriage mat first.  The young woman
guiding me spoke gently in Kasabai, and Tara translated.
   "She wants you to lay flat on your back, Cal."
   I followed instructions.  At one point, as I was being guided down onto
the mat, the tip of my erect penis grazed against the assistant's arm.  She
grinned in amusement when she realized what hit her, and I clearly could
see a small moist spot where my precum had oozed against her smooth brown
skin.  I glanced sheepishly up toward Tara, but she was looking again at
Zami, who began speaking once more.  Tara translated:
   "Tonight is the final phase of the union.  We began with the Sun
bringing its warmth and Light to the Forest.  The next night brought the
River flowing and nourishing its strength and Seed into the Forest.  And
tonight..."
   Tara looked down at me, her eyes twinkling with emotion.
   "Tonight the Forest finds its Root."
   While I pondered what that meant exactly, my assistant moved from me and
joined the other on either side of Tara.  She was guided to approach me,
and then to step over me so that her feet were on either side of my hips as
she looked straight down at me.  Were I to grab my cock and point it up
toward her, it would be aimed directly at my sister's smooth moist vagina.
   We stared at each other.
   Tara's breasts looked heavy and massive from my current point of view,
looking straight up toward her.  They moved beautifully as her chest puffed
in and out with deep breaths of anticipation.  Her legs looked infinitely
long, infinitely smooth.  Her perfect pussy pouted proudly down toward me.
I began to feel a slight tingling in my fingers and toes, as if every last
ounce of my blood was now flowing toward my groin, desperately keeping my
cock as hard and ready as possible.
   The Forest finds its Root...  The meaning of the translation was
beginning to make sense.  Assuming on all three nights she represented the
"Forest," it was now pretty obvious as to what the "Root" was.  In crude
Western thinking, on our first night together Tara and I had done it
Missionary style, and last night had been Doggie Style.
   Tonight my sister would straddle me.
   She seemed to come to this realization at the same time, and when I
could pull my eyes from her beautiful pussy or various other naked parts of
her body I saw her expression change slightly into one of logistical
consideration: how would we go about simulating our final act of marital
consummation tonight?  The answer actually seemed fairly straightforward:
she'd settle onto her knees over me, no doubt, and when the blanket was
draped over us, she could simply sit upon my cock as it flattened against
my stomach.  Or to make it look like I was entering her, she could
conceivably angle it to stick up against her ass crack, needing only to
slide forward slightly to get the look just right.  So tonight I would
either be cumming against her ass, or my own stomach.  Either way, I
certainly wasn't going to complain.  I only hoped at that Tara would allow
me to use my hands, to hold her hips, perhaps reach up to feel her
breasts...
As predicted, the assistants guided Tara to lower herself down.  Tara
kept her almond eyes on mine the whole time.  We were lost in each other,
now completely committed to our simulated roles as husband and wife.  No
awkwardness remained; we'd seen too much of each other, felt too much of
each other.  This third night was feeling quite natural.  And as Tara sat
upon me, my penis felt the now familiar sensation of her soft, warm vagina
lips as they caressed gently along the length of my cock, which had indeed
been pressed against my stomach, between her thighs.
   This was going to be wonderful.
   I moved my hands tentatively, grazing along the sides of my sister's
legs.  In our previous "couplings," my hands and arms had been used only
for support and balance.  Tara had gripped my penis that first night,
speeding my ejaculation, but amazingly this was the first time I was
attempting to explore Tara's body on my own initiative.
   She welcomed it.
   With her own hands, Tara guided mine toward her naked hips, and I
gripped them with open lust.  My expression at this point must have been
that of a giddy teenager about to get laid for the first time, and Tara's
face beamed with affectionate amusement back down toward mine.  Her thighs
and hips and buttocks became fields of exploration for my fingers.  Smooth
skin, toned muscles, pure woman.  In return, Tara allowed herself to lean
forward slightly, and she brought her arms closer together in front of her,
causing her breasts to swell to an even larger size, capped by rock-hard
nipples.  At the same time she leaned gently against me, her hands on my
muscular chest.  She shifted her hips slightly, smiling at the gasp of air
that escaped my lips at the sensation.  The shaft of my penis, and even my
testicles, were now quite moist by my sister's eager wet pussy.
   Where was that damned blanket!  I was eager to feel my sister begin
moving over me, desperate to feel her up even more, and hopefully help her
cum again before my own inevitable explosion.  But after what both Tara and
I realized had been several moments, no blanket had come.  Something other
than our sexual position was different tonight.  But what?
   The answer apparently came in the form of Zami speaking again, and while
I had to wait for my sister to translate, I clearly recognized something
unmistakable on her face: stunned surprise.
   "What is it?" I whispered.  I couldn't wait for the translation. 
Whatever Tara was hearing from Zami caused her not just to look surprised
but to freeze her body in a clear fit of tension.  It was frightening
enough for me to refrain from any further groping of her naked body until I
knew what the hell the matter was.
   Finally, Zami stopped speaking, and Tara slowly looked down at me again.
"There...there will be no covering tonight," she said weakly.
   "What...what do you mean?"
   She swallowed.  "I...well..."
   Movement in the hut caused Tara to pause and glance away from me again.
I shifted just enough to see that it was Zami who was moving.  The
assistants had long ago backed away to the walls of the hut, once again
watching the entire proceeding with open interest.  But Zami was indeed
moving again.  Moving toward us.
   She kneeled down next to us.
   "Tara," I croaked, "what's...what is going on?"
   Zami knelt down, and as she muttered yet another odd chant in Kasabai,
she reached out toward Tara's hips.  I slid my hands out of the way, quite
confused.  I looked back up at my sister, not even trying to mask my
concern.
   Tara, for her part, seemed to have regained some of her composure, the
shock of what she'd been hearing Zami say finally settling down.  She
looked down at me and said gently, "Cal, Zami is going to bestow her final
blessing upon us."
   As Tara said this, I felt her begin to lift her weight off of me at
Zami's guidance.  I began to desperately wonder what in the hell this all
meant.  Was Zami pulling my sister, my "wife," off of me?  This "elder"
wasn't about to try to mount me herself, was she?  Lord knows, I was horny
enough at this point to hump a rough-barked tree trunk, but this was
certainly not the setting I considered ideal in what was otherwise every
man's fantasy: a threesome.
   But there would be no threesome, as Tara explained: "Cal, as the chief
elder of the village, of the Kasabai, Zami is going to personally bless and
personally...guide us...in our final and most precious stage of marriage."
She paused, then added, "She's going to...'plant the Root.'"
   With that, she lifted herself off me completely, and I felt the warm air
of the night on my glistening cock.  I hadn't realized until that second
how indescribably magical it had been to feel warm caress of my sister's
groin on me.  But then it was my turn to give a look of shock when I felt
Zami's warm dry fingers begin to lace themselves around the thick firm
shaft of my penis.
   I opened my mouth to say something, feeling obligated to say something,
but I was as stunned and amazed as that very first time that Zami had
clutched at my flaccid cock and balls when I had encountered her before we
had first entered the village.  That seemed like months ago, though it had
been only days.  And at that time, though I was still quite nervous about
being naked around my sister and other villagers for the first time, I had
been otherwise relaxed "down there." Not this time.  This time I was
sporting the epic erection of my life, and it was now firmly in the grip of
the elder of a strange and obscure tribe in the middle of an almost unknown
corner of the wilderness.  In fact, she was gripping me with only one hand.
With the other, Zami was reaching up and touching Tara's shoulder.  But she
wasn't just touching Tara's shoulder.  She was urging her back down. 
Directly down toward my cock, which, in the firm grip of Zami's hand, was
now pointed straight up at my sister's vagina.
   "Tara..." I was finally able to moan.
   She had been slowly allowing herself to be lowered down on me, but with
mere millimeters to go, Tara paused, and she placed her hands on my chest
again.
   "Cal, I'm sorry...I had no idea it would come to this."
   I glanced at Zami, but the elder was surprisingly patient.  For all she
knew with her fractured understanding of English, Tara and I were simply
expressing words of love and commitment to each other.  I turned back to my
"wife." When I spoke my voice seemed to be from a thousand miles away.
   "Tara, I am not going to do anything you do not want to do."
   "Oh Cal," she said.  A tear formed around one of her gorgeous eyes, like
a gleaming diamond.  "You are the most wonderful, most important person in
my life."
   "And you are everything to me," I replied, my voice thick with emotion.
   "So I tell you this with an open heart, my Cal," she said, her voice
cracking with emotion, barely a whisper.  "Enter me now, my love, and allow
me to reward you with my very body, my very soul."
   My love...
   Zami pressed again on Tara's shoulder, and closer the two of us came,
until we connected.  Until I was at her entrance.  Our eyes never broke
contact, and as the diamond fell from my sister's eye, down upon my chest,
her hips lowered down upon mine, and slowly the penetration began.  And I
entered her.
   I entered my sister.
   As my penis slid inch by inch into the tightness of Tara's vagina,
Zami's fingers disconnected one by one, and in one long incredible fluid
motion, Tara settled fully onto my hips, and her weight upon me became an
extension of the warm blanket of pleasure that emanated from our combined
cores.  Continuing in slow motion, Tara leaned down fully against me, and
as our chests came together I felt the added warmth and softness of her
ample breasts.
   When our faces got close there was no hesitation: we kissed.
   Days of nudity, days of incestuous sexual tension, including mutual
orgasms and various other bodily functions...yet only just now, in this
perfect moment, was I kissing my sister as a lover for the first time.  Our
tongues intertwined and ours was a kiss as deep and as passionate as could
be expected from any newly betrothed couple.  It was such a whole and
fulfilling and mind-numbly exquisite kiss I'd almost--almost--forgotten
that I was inside her.
   Until she moved.
   Our eyes had been closed for the kiss, but as the sensational reminder
of our coupling sent tingles throughout our bodies, our eyes opened
simultaneously, and Tara lifted her head slightly, breaking the kiss only
so she could look down upon me.
   "So beautiful," she said, and she smiled.  I smiled back.
   We began making love.
   Forgetting everything around us, forgetting the reality of our genetic
connection and the world outside this hut, Tara and I moved slowly against
each other.  She raised herself steadily up and down, and as our hips met I
pushed up, getting every last possible millimeter of my aching erection
into her.  Our movements became more pronounced, more eager, and my sister
occasionally let out a gasped grimace.  It was clear from the beginning
that her vagina was not yet used to my much larger-than-average penis, and
her cervix was literally feeling the brunt of it.
   Amazingly, though, even though this was our first time having sex it was
as if we'd been lovers for decades, because our rhythm never lost its
steady stride.  I'd never felt so complete and perfect inside a woman
before, and Tara clutched at me as if to lose me from inside her would mean
the end of her life.
   We were only vaguely aware that our incestuous love-making was taking
place under the gaze of other people.  It didn't matter.  Tara and I were
lovers at last, and the rest of the world was now melting away as we melted
together.  Throughout the experience, we never really moved more than
slowly, hips moving just enough, arms clutching tightly to each other,
tongues continuously intertwining.  I wanted it to go on forever.  But of
course, the laws of biology were beginning to take their toll...
   I felt the rumblings of my orgasm.  It wouldn't be long now.  And Tara's
tight vaginal opening clenched and unclenched around my shaft, her
breathing became erratic, even coming out in quick staccato gasps...
   My sister was about to cum, too!
   It was incredible.  It was too good to be true.  I was about to
experience a simultaneous climax with a woman I now loved more than
anything else on this planet.  But with that realization, I also suddenly
became aware of other laws of biology: I was inside my sister, I was about
to climax, and I was wearing no condom.
   The thought of ejaculating directly into my sister's eager body was
almost enough to push me over the edge for real, but I managed to slow our
movements even further, scared to even bring up what had to be said.  But
as if she could read my mind--or more accurately, deducing why I had slowed
our love-making to practically a halt--Tara made the decision for both of
us.
   "Don't stop, Cal," she whispered breathlessly in my ear.  "I can't bare
the thought of you stopping, baby, not now...not when we're both so
close..."
   "But--" I stammered, gasping as she began to slam her hips firmly
against me, impaling herself even further on my cock.  "But Tara...should
we be careful?  Shouldn't we--"
   "It's okay, Cal," she almost shouted.  "Don't stop, baby, please!  I'm
going to cum, and I want...I want you to cum too!" She began grinding
harder, as if just that one more quarter-inch of cock was going to hit her
spot just right.  "Inside me!" she cried out.  "Oh God, Cal, cum inside me,
please do it!"
   "Oh God, Tara!" I moaned, feeling my balls tingle and tighten.
   "Oh, please do it, my love!  Just let go and fill me!"
   Her last plea was an all-out scream as she was now deep in the throes of
clearly the most powerful orgasm of her life.  And I was right there with
her.  With one final powerful thrust upward with my hips I buried my raging
cock to the hilt and unleashed a torrent of molten semen.  For a solid
minute she wailed out in pleasure and I grunted like an animal, brother and
sister cumming together.  I felt rope after rope of thick, potent
incestuous sperm blast deep into my sister's clenching pussy, and it only
served to heighten her orgasm.  Deep within her I knew that I had
ejaculated harder and more powerfully than ever in my life, and throughout
our mutual explosions of bliss I could only clutch desperately to my sister
so she wouldn't fall off of me in her ecstasy.
   After this exquisite session of long warm blasts inside her, I felt my
ejaculations finally began to ebb.  But as my cock calmed down from its own
spasming twitches, I could feel the continued contractions of Tara's
vice-like vagina.  It was as if a fist was inside her body, clutching and
squeezing my cock tightly, milking every last drop of sperm from the shaft.
Beyond the copious moisture of our love juices flowing together at our
groins, the rest of our bodies were wet as well.  In such jungle settings,
after such intense orgasms, we two new lovers were drenched in sweat.  But
we didn't care.
   Tara's quivering pussy finally began to relax, and her breathing just
started to slow, and in total orgasmic exhaustion she slumped forward
again, onto my chest, her firm wet breasts squishing out again against me
as I gripped her naked hips and kept her steady.  We lay like that for
several minutes, just breathing and basking in the afterglow.  Out of my
peripheral vision I could sense that the Zami and her wide-eyed young
assistants had quietly exited the hut.  Another few minutes passed, and it
seemed almost as if Tara had fallen asleep on me.  Amazingly, I was still
almost fully hard, and still buried inside her.  I flexed my groin
instinctively and heard a slight subconscious gasp from my new lover.
   I kissed her forehead and whispered instinctively what I'd come to
realize over the last few days: "Tara, I am in love with you."
   Though the words had barely been audible it was enough to stir Tara from
her semi-slumber.  She lifted her head and gazed directly into my eyes. 
She held herself like that, just staring intensely at me.  Despite the
situation--including the fact that I was still inside her--I began to feel
slightly foolish.  We had toyed with the "love" word quite a bit over the
last few days, but now I was saying it directly: I was IN love with my
sister.
   Was it too much?  No.
   Because in the next moment Tara burst into tears and threw herself back
against me, gripping my body almost painfully tight with her thighs, knees
and arms.  When she spoke through her sobs, her voice was muffled against
my neck, but her words were clear:
   "I am in love with you too, Cal.  Oh god, how I love you!"
   There was no ambiguity in the tone and language we were using with each
other.  This was far, far beyond the familial love between siblings.  I had
fallen utterly and deeply in love with my sister, and she was expressing
the same toward me.  I wasn't about to try to rationalize it or think about
the implications of it.  I only knew it was true, deep and absolute love.
   Our new love was being consummated through continued caressing, kissing
and, well, love-making!  Though I was far from being as ramrod hard as I
had been during our first round of sex, the novelty of Tara's unknown
vagina, the pure eroticism of the incestuous moment, and my complete
passion for this woman kept my penis firm enough to remain inside her.  Our
faces were so close that we could taste each next breath we exchanged in
front of each other.
   Eventually we did move, had to move.  Tara's frame was quite slender and
light against my thicker more muscular body, but a person can only hold a
position for so long!  As I moved to roll my sister under me, she
maneuvered her legs to keep us together, her heels now digging right into
my butt cheeks, keeping my perpetual erection firmly inside her.  When we
made it all the way around we ended up in the classic missionary position,
and it was clear what need to be done: I started pumping again.
   I drove my tongue into my sister's mouth, and hers entwined right back
into mine.  I moved back and forth, in and out, steadily pumping my once
again fully engorged penis deep into Tara's eager opening.
   "Jesus, Cal," she said, her voice shaking and breaking as my hips pushed
against her, "you're so big...oh how I've been craving you!"
   To this I could only respond by thrusting harder, more desperately into
her.  Having climaxed mere moments before I was more relaxed, more
confident, and much more determined to give this beautiful woman the ride
of her life, and I fell into a steady solid rhythm of fucking.  Tara
continued to moan and gasp and occasionally cry out as each next orgasm
began to build, crescendo and then crash over her, filling her body with a
feeling I could only imagine yet fully appreciate as something I, her own
loving brother, was giving her.
   I can only imagine what the villagers were thinking as the minutes
ticked by with the constant sound of my sister orgasming loudly from within
the tent.  For the most part the sounds from her throat were unintelligible
syllables of ecstasy, but here and there her words were pure:
   "So good, Cal...oh, my sweet brother!  Yes, baby, make love to me!  Give
it to me!  Don't ever stop, my love!"
   And I didn't!  Well, I mean I kept giving it to her as much as I could,
as hard as I could, until the essence of what we were doing began to creep
up on me again and I began to feel the tell-tale sensations from deep
within my groin, deep within my core: I was going to cum again.
   Inside her.
   Having let loose inside my sister the first time, there didn't seem to
be a need to warn her this time.  On the contrary, as soon as my writhing
and bucking lover began to sense my rhythm breaking, my breath coming
short, she opened her eyes and began to encourage me.
   "Cum for me, my love.  Let yourself go."
   I clutched her desperately as my orgasm built up, and once again I felt
her heels dig into my ass, beckoning my climax.
   "Give it to me, baby.  Cum inside me, please!"
   It was going to happen soon.
   I grunted, "Oh Tara, my sweet girl, I can't hold back, I can't--"
   "Yes, my love!" she cried out.  "Cum for me!  I love you so much, and I
want to feel you explode inside me!"
   That was all it took to send me over the edge.  What man can resist the
words of a woman practically begging him to ejaculate inside her?  And
that's exactly what I did.  After giving her a few last monstrous thrusts,
sliding us half-off our reed mat, I finally slammed home against her and
roared out once again in ecstasy as I unleashed yet another voluminous
torrent of semen into to Tara's perfect pussy.
   My sister received my seed and my love as eagerly as I gave it; I felt
her clasp me even tighter, screaming out, "Yes!  Yes!  Fill me, Cal, yes!"
There could be no mistake by anyone in the village--hell, anyone in the
whole fucking jungle: this "marriage" was CONSUMMATED!
   Now it was time for true exhaustion.  We couldn't have kept going if
we'd tried, and as if to confirm what needed to be a rest period, I felt my
penis slowly deflate and soften at last.  I looked down at the woman below
me, the woman I'd grown up with as a sibling and now knew as a lover, as a
"wife." She was absolutely glowing.
   "My god, you are so beautiful," I said.
   She giggled, causing us both to wince in "pained" pleasure as her vagina
contracted and involuntarily expelled my flaccid penis from her body at
last.
   She said, "If I'm as sweaty as you appear to be, I'm sure I'm a horrid
mess."
   "You are beautiful," I insisted, giving her sweaty nose a light kiss. 
"You're perfect."
   "And you are like a god, Cal," she said softly.  "I want to worship you,
I swear."
   "Oh, baby..." And we kissed again, for several moments.
   Eventually Tara eased back, breaking the kiss.  She said, "I'm sorry,
baby, but as much as I want to stay like this with you for ever, I'm
actually starting to cramp up."
   I feigned a moment of pouty resistance, realizing I had this slender
lovely girl locked in my embrace, but I too was feeling quite stiff and
gooey from our epic love-making, and it was actually nice to be able roll
off of her and lay next to her, catching my breath, resuming a normal pulse
rate.
   I must have dozed for a few minutes, but Tara's sudden gasp of "Oh my
god" got my eyes wide open again.
   "What is it?"
   She was sitting up, looking down at her crotch, her legs spread apart.
She looked...hot!
   "You came like a fire hose, Cal," she giggled, staring down at herself.
"I'm going to be leaking for hours."
   I grinned.  "You should have expected that."
   She glanced at me, then grinned herself.  "That's right.  That first
night when you came on my stomach, my god!  You can really pump it out,
baby!" Hearing my sister talk about my cum actually got my cock to twitch,
ever so slightly.  Tara actually noticed it, then reached over and put her
hand over my crotch, as if to block another erection.  "Oh, no you don't!
It's going to take me a while to get used to that monster, don't even
expect a Round Three tonight!"
   "Don't worry," I said, "I promise not to rape you again until the
morning."
   "It's me who's going to do the raping," she quipped back.
   It was incredible.  Here we were, bantering and flirting and joking like
excited new lovers.  Well, we were new lovers, but certainly the two most
unconventional lovers anyone could possibly imagine outside of this
backward jungle: two blood-related siblings now married in the eyes of the
community in which we had integrated ourselves.  I must have been really
daydreaming about this, because I suddenly noticed Tara just staring at me,
smiling.
   "What are you thinking right now?" she asked.
   I shook my head and smiled back.  "Only how incredibly lucky I am."
   She moved toward me, shifting to her hands and knees to lean in and give
me another kiss.  "That makes two of us," she whispered.  "I could never
have imagined that--oh!"
   She suddenly looked down between herself again, and I followed her gaze
as a large glob of my semen chose that moment to ooze out of her
still-swollen, onto the reed mat.
   "Like I said," she chuckled.  "I'll be leaking for hours."
   "Why don't we rinse off before bed," I suggested.
   "A wonderful idea!"
   We both got up and ducked out of the tent, hand-in-hand.  To our mutual
surprise there were still at least a dozen or so villagers hovering near
the tent, at a somewhat discreet distance so as to give us a modicum of
privacy, yet close enough that they most certainly had to have heard every
sound we'd made.  I could only smile at this peoples' rather Western
inclination toward voyeurism.
   Our dip into the cool river was as refreshing as it was cleansing.  We
splashed around and teased each other for several minutes before our bodies
reminded us that it was getting pretty late and we had recently fucked
ourselves into exhaustion.  When we returned to our marriage hut, we were
pleasantly surprised to see that someone had swooped in, refreshed our pelt
blankets and padding, and had set out fresh gourds of pure spring water and
fresh fruits and nuts on a "tray" formed out of a pair of massive leaves.
Both Tara and I went for the water, but the idea of getting all sticky
again with the fruit gave us both pause.  It was time for rest.  It was
time for bed.
   It was time to sleep with my "wife," my sister, my lover.
   * * *
   Who was going to "rape" whom in the morning was determined quite easily
the moment I felt myself stirred awake by the most wonderful sensation: my
sister's hand gently stroking my stiffening cock.  What had been a lazy
semi-erection in my slumber quickly grew to its full intense length and
girth, drawing a genuinely girlish squeal of delight from Tara.  She was
like a kid in a candy store now that we had broken through any remaining
barriers of sexual hesitation between one another, and I could only smile
down the length of my body as my sister enjoyed her new toy.
   Now that I was awake she paused her stroking only for a moment so she
could reach her face up to kiss me and whisper, "Good morning." Then while
I stroked her soft blond hair Tara used my stomach as a pillow and stared
directly at my twitching erection mere inches from her face.  With
teasingly light slowness, my sister allowed her finger tips to barely brush
up and down my shaft.  I was in absolute heaven and content to let this
continue for, oh, how about all day?  This blissful teasing did go on for
quite some time until Tara became fascinated with a small drop of precum
that had formed at the tip of my penis.  She stopped stroking, then laced
her fingers around my shaft--barely able to do so, by the way.  I thought
maybe she was going to take her thumb and rub the silky precum around the
head of my cock, but what she did instead sent me to the moon.
   She leaned forward and sucked the head of my cock right into her mouth.
   When I gasped it caused my stomach muscles to tighten, which in turn
sort of bumped Tara's head off of my tummy.  But she didn't let the tip of
my cock out of her mouth.  In fact, she simply shifted herself up so that
she was now kneeling sideways on toward me, bending right down and keeping
me in her mouth.  She used her hand to guide my cock straight up, and with
a sidelong glance and wink toward me she began to bob up and down,
progressing into a full-fledged and glorious blowjob.
   "Oh Jesus, Tara..." I groaned in pure selfish pleasure.
   Tara merely moaned in acknowledgement and continued her work, up and
down, up and down...saliva beginning to drool nicely down my shaft.  She
worked it between her palm and me and really showed off some surprisingly
talented cocksucking skills.  While her one hand complimented the
ministrations of her mouth, her other reached up and started toying with my
testicles.  God, I loved this woman!
   For several minutes the only sounds in the hut were that of my quiet
moaning and the slurping sounds of a woman very much into what she was
doing for her new lover.  It wasn't long before my balls began to quiver
and the beginnings of what would surely be a huge orgasm began stirring
within me.  Tara did her best to bring me closer and closer to my climax,
but however talented she was at giving head, the poor girl simply wasn't
used to a cock my size.  Just as I was reaching the most wonderful of
sexual plateaus, Tara eased off my cock with her mouth, though thank god
she still stroked me lightly.
   "I'm so sorry for stopping, baby," she said, working her jaw back and
forth and catching her breath.  "You're just so goddamned huge!"
   Who could be disappointed from an interrupted BJ after a compliment like
that!
   "It's okay, baby," I assured her.  "It was a wonderful surprise to wake
up to that in the first place."
   She winked.  "I said I wanted to worship you, didn't I?"
   "Come here," I beckoned, reaching out to her.  But she actually avoided
my arm, instead lifting up a little so she could swing one long slender leg
out from under her and across my thighs.  In the next instant she was
hovering over my on her knees, and her hand that had been stroking my
raging cock, still slick with her saliva, was now guiding it directly
toward her infinitely tight entrance.
   "Coming as ordered," she side, closing her eyes and smiling in
gratification as she lowered herself directly onto my cock.  Although I
could tell she was quite wet it was still a chore for her to work a penis
of my size fully into her vagina.  But once there it was the most perfectly
comfortable tight fit I had ever known.  I was home.
   This time as she rode me Tara remained fully upright, placing her hands
on my stomach or chest to keep her that way, and as she bounced greedily on
my cock I had the most wonderful view of her gloriously full tits bouncing
porn-star style up and down.  Her nipples were rock hard, and she surprised
my by reaching up and giving her own nipples the occasional squeeze or even
pinch.  Cued by this, I frequently reached up and did the same thing, and
you would've thought there was a button connecting her nipple with her
clit, because she seemed to squeal out with a little mini-orgasm every time
I did it.
   She bounced and bounced and I held on for dear life and enjoyed the
ride, right up to the point where my orgasm once again began bubbling up
from within my core.  Tara opened her eyes and looked down at me, once
again amazing me that she could always tell when I was about to cum.  And
as generously as always, Tara added a little something to our sex that
would help propel me closer to the edge.
   She reached back and started fondling my balls as she rode me.
   "Oh, God!" I exclaimed, ever so close to my moment.
   "Is my big brother going to pop soon?" she asked in a throaty voice. 
"Is he going to cum inside his sister again?"
   My eyes went wide and my cock swelled.  I couldn't believe she was
talking like that!
   "Give it to me, Cal!  Give you sister the cum she craves so much!"
   "Oh Tara, my sweet sister!  Get ready for it!"
   Feeling my balls tighten, my sister slammed down on me one last time and
cried out in her own orgasm.  "Yes, Cal!  Cum in me, baby, do it!"
   The moment hit and suddenly I was gushing and pulsating inside her,
filling my sister's pussy with jet after white-hot jet of potent cream. 
Our cries of ecstasy must certainly have caught the attention of the entire
village again, but we didn't care.  This was our moment, our time to cum
together and become one flesh.
   As our orgasms subsided, Tara leaned forward at last and rested on me,
nuzzling up against my neck and shoulder.  "I love you so much," she
whispered.
   "I love you too, baby," I cooed.  "More than anything, I swear."
   * * *
   Later that day there was another celebratory feast, and Tara translated
that that truly was the last formality of the marriage ritual.  By the
afternoon we were just another couple of members of the Kasabai tribe, and
other than knowing looks and grins from the others toward us, the
insatiable newlyweds, the world around us went back into its routine. 
Hunting was done, crops were harvested out of small pockets of roughly
cleared jungle, meals were made, and huts and other simple tools were built
and mended.  Although I was hopeless to ever learn much more than a few
phrases of the Kasabai language I was still determined to carry my weight
with whatever duties were required of the men.  After a couple of weeks I
could chuck a spear or loose a bow well enough to earn several nods of
respect and appreciation.  As a survivalist and would-be Special Forces
operative, I had the training and experience to know my way around a
hunting situation--I'd actually proven it early on with the bow-and-arrow
kill I'd made.  After only a little reluctance the men let me tag along for
our prey, having originally worried that I'd just stomp around like a white
Western fool and scare away this week's dinner.
   For her part Tara continued to painstakingly study and document the life
and times of the Kasabai.  After the distraction of our three days of
marriage ceremonies she had once again put pencil to journal--several
journals, in fact.  Whenever we eventually got out of here she would easily
have enough documentation to earn her well-deserved Ph.D.  Just how she was
going to describe her firsthand knowledge of the intimate secrets of the
Kasabai marriage customs was beyond me, but I trusted her to find a way to
pull it off.
   The days after our "marriage" turned to weeks.  But there wasn't a
single night--hell, barely a half-day would go by--before Tara and I were
making love again in our hut, or I was ramming her from behind as she bent
over some downed tree in the forest, or pumping away at each other in the
tranquility one of the gentle pools that formed just off the river.  You
would think we had both just discovered sex for the first time, like a
couple of heavily hormone-infused teenagers, we went at it so much!  And it
had evolved nicely.  With a little more practice Tara could now suck me to
the point of orgasm, and although she did gag a little the first time I
came down her throat, the poor thing, she could now swallow more or less
all of my loads.  And she enjoyed it immensely.  I too enjoyed going down
on her, and it was with wild abandon that I would drink the nectar of her
love juices as she climaxed repeatedly to the stimulation of my tongue
and/or fingers on her clit and in her pussy.
   I wasn't exactly keeping score, but over the last few weeks we'd been in
the village Tara and I had made love or at least gotten each other off at
least once, if not twice a day on average.  I wasn't complaining at all,
but it was all I could do to keep up with my sexy vixen of a sister. 
Always begging for my cum, always eager to pleasure me, I was living in
absolute paradise.  We were completely cut off from the outside modern
world, and we were living our own bona fide fantasy.
   But, as I realized had to happen at some point, reality kicked in.
   One morning I woke up and groggily leaned over to feel for my sister's
glorious breasts, a tradition I had come to enjoy.  But she was not there.
I couldn't recall a time in the previous weeks that I'd ever woken up
alone, without her.  It was more surprising than worrisome, but a moment
later when Tara did duck back into the hut she had a somewhat somber look
on her face.
   "Good morning, beautiful," I said.
   "Good morning, Cal," she said.  Her tone was slightly off but still not
enough to worry me too much.  Clearly something was on her mind.  She sat
down next to me, and I sat up and reached out for my morning hug and kiss.
However, Tara in turn reached out and took my hands in hers.  Now she
looked serious.
   "Cal," she began hesitantly.  "You know I love you, right?"
   "Of course, Tara.  I love you too."
   She gave a small smile and said, "But you also know that I am in love
with you, right?  Absolutely hopelessly in love with you."
   "The same goes for me, Tara," I said, wondering where this was going. 
We had said those words to each other several times by now.  We had already
come to grips with the fact that though we were siblings we were total and
complete lovers, society be damned.  So why was she reaffirming this so
specifically now?
   She said, "I wanted to remind you of that, because the consequences of
our love is as much my doing as is yours, Cal.  I take full responsibility
for it."
   I reached up and touched her face lightly, because a tear was forming in
one of her eyes.  "What are you trying to tell me, my love?" I asked
softly.
   "I'm...pregnant."
   In the brief silence that followed I felt my heart begin pumping hard,
but as shocking as it was to hear that I had impregnated my own sister, I
also instinctively knew that this was what she was going to tell me.  It
certainly made sense.  We'd been making love without protection almost
daily for weeks.  Just over five weeks, in fact.  I added it all up.  I
knew enough about female physiology to note that five weeks was longer than
the normal span of time between a woman's monthly cycle...
   "No period," I said, somewhat clinically.
   She nodded.  "It should have happened last week.  I waited a little to
be sure, but now the morning sickness is kicking in a little.  It all adds
up." She took my hands into hers again, her way of focusing us together. 
She looked directly into my eyes and asked, "Are you okay, Cal?"
   It took a moment for me to consider my answer; I needed to sort out the
whirling emotions inside me.  Even under normal circumstances it is a
massive thing to learn that you have created a whole new life form with
someone.  And this was far from normal: I had impregnated my sister!  So
there were the biological implications of that to consider.  But beyond
anything, the strongest emotion I felt was love, pure unbridled love for my
sister, and to be the father of her child swelled me with pride beyond
description.  I finally responded.
   "I'm more than okay, Tara.  I am the happiest man on the Earth.  And I
am prepared to handle this any way you prefer."
   She squeezed my hands and sighed in relief, fresh tears forming in her
eyes.  She said, "Oh, thank you, Cal.  I was so worried how you would take
it."
   We leaned in and hugged each other closely.  I closed my eyes and held
her tightly, my mind still trying to take in the news.  I had given my
sister a baby.  The magnitude of it gave me a strong sense of masculinity,
of power.  I was potent, she was fertile.  Suddenly I could only think
about those magical moments when I was ejaculating inside her, and my cock
began to swell.  Tara felt it move against her.  She glanced down, then up
at me in surprise.
   "Someone else is quite happy about it!" she quipped.
   I shrugged with a grin then brought her close again, kissed her, then
laid back down with her, desperate to be inside her again.  For her part
Tara eagerly reclined onto her back and opened her legs for me.  Other than
a deep kiss there was no foreplay, we were both ready.  She desperately
grasped my shaft and guided the head of my cock against her labia.  In a
single thrust I was fully inside her, and by the third thrust she was
cumming, her fingers clawing into my back and ass, begging me to plunge in
harder, deeper.  I obeyed and put all my weight into it, all my strength.
This was my woman, my sister, my village wife, and as her man I had given
her a baby.  In the euphoria of the moment I let the emotions and feelings
in my groin wash over me, and with a primitive growl of pleasure I exploded
into my sister's pussy, flooding her with yet another supply of hot semen.
   I stayed inside her as we settled from our orgasms, catching our breath.
In a moment she said quietly, "We're going to have to leave now, Cal."
   "Are you sure?" I asked.  "Your research."
   She kissed me, appreciative of my thoughtfulness to her reason for being
here.  "I'm quite certain I've documented all that I need to begin drafting
my official dissertation.  For that, and for the baby, I need to be back in
the modern world."
   The modern world...  I think she really meant the modernized world, but
it was fitting.  These last weeks, it certainly felt like we were back in
time, centuries before airplanes, TV, rock and roll...and for the baby.
   "What do you want to do about the baby, Tara?"
   "I want to have it," she said without hesitation.  She saw the concern
in my eyes and added, "Despite the common notion of blood-relatives having
children, any increased risk of my pregnancy, or the child's development
will actually be negligible.  I'm more worried about the fact that we lack
any medical support here.  It's only fair to the baby to deliver it back
home."
   I smiled at her.  "Okay, my love.  I'm with you one hundred percent. 
Forever." We kissed, then broke the kiss with giggles as we both felt my
now-flaccid penis slip out of her.
   "I love you so much, Cal."
   EPILOGUE
   A few days later, much to the disappointment of Zami, the other elders
and the villagers as a whole, Tara and I bade a very tearful farewell to
the Kasabai.  With her journals carefully packed up, my sister and I made
our way out of the village and to the sealed container where we'd first
stripped naked in front of each other.  It felt like years had passed since
then.  We retrieved our clothing from the container, but the idea of
putting them on just then actually felt weird!  So other than putting our
boots on, we remained naked all the way back to her base camp, where the
Jeep and other containers remained just as we'd left them.
   Because it was unplanned, the journey back to the United States took a
couple more weeks, with stops in a number of different countries, each one
getting increasingly "modern" until the 21st century was suddenly thrust
upon us again upon landing at Los Angeles International Airport.  The
delayed return was actually good in that it gave Tara and I plenty of time
to establish just how we would live out our new lives together.
   Until Tara finished her schooling and secured her Ph.D., we went back to
"normal" as brother and sister.  Her being single and being pregnant and
having a baby would be a curiosity, but it would never occur to anyone that
her own brother was the father.  This was not going to be a permanent
setting, because that would also mean lying about what we now were to each
other, secret lovers, for the rest of time.  That was unacceptable in the
long run.
   While Tara focused on her dissertation, I worked on creating new
identities for ourselves.  I had eventually contacted Kevin, my business
partner in Northern California.  I apologized for being gone so long,
leaving him to run the business on his own.  As a reward, I sold him my
half of the company for one dollar, then informed him that I'd be staying
in the jungle indefinitely, helping my sister make a career out of her
research.  The lie was effective in that I would be cut off from modern
communication methods, so there would be no temptation to contact me.
   Tara and I would move to Arizona, a state neither of us had ever spent
much time in, and where we knew absolutely no one.  Arizona would allow us
to maintain a very outdoor style of life that we both enjoyed, and in nice
hot weather, which we also enjoyed!
   We would keep our names and be a perfectly normal "husband and wife" to
our neighbors.  Sharing the same last name made this easy, and there was no
reason to commit identify fraud.  Sure, the new friends we made would joke
that we looked similar to each other, but people say that about
non-blood-related couples all the time!
   Tara was certain she could get a job teaching or perhaps writing a book
about her time with the Kasabai--carefully editing out anything to do with
incest, of course--and I would establish a new adventure business, taking
city slickers on survival tours once more.
   While working on all this Tara scheduled regular check-ups with her
doctor.  Unless the doctor reported that there was something terribly wrong
with the baby and needed to investigate its genetics further, we never said
a word about the child being a product of incest.  And to our good fortune,
the beautiful daughter Tara gave birth to was as healthy as anyone could
wish.
   Our adventure into the jungle was over.  Our futures were secure and our
secret was safe.  Best of all, the sister I'd taken as a lover and
considered as a wife was mine to cherish and worship for the rest of our
days.
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