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story_codes: MM/ggg (11,10,5), f/g, b/g, non-cons, cons

story_intro: In the early nineteenth century, a trapper locates the three orphaned young daughters of his deceased partner. Deciding to take advantage of a place with hot food, a comfortable bed, and young flesh, he remains there to take his fill. But it is only the beginning of the girls' trials and most remarkable experiences.  

story_language: English




A Man Has Needs

Written by madvlad


	Jeptha paused in front of the cabin, reaching into the gnarled mass of graying whiskers to scratch his chin. A thin trail of smoke from the stone chimney told him there was someone residing there, which he expected. His recently deceased partner in a trapping venture had mentioned some daughters during his fever delirium two days before his passing. Before then, Jeptha only knew the man had lost a wife a few years back.

	Perhaps a doctor might have saved the man's life, but those were few and very far between in the Northern wilds of the Michigan Territory. Now all that remained of the man was a pile of stones over his grave near the shore of Lake Huron and this cabin.

	Eyeing the building carefully, Jeptha appreciated the rough but careful construction. It was better than his place and perhaps he'd marry one of his partner's daughters so he'd have a more comfortable place to rest between trapping and trading trips. It would be nice to come home to a warm home and a warm dinner - and a warm bed.

	Striding to the door, Jeptha rapped on it. He could hear a wooden beam sliding through metal before the door cracked open enough to reveal the face of a young girl peering through the opening. Holding up his partner's jacket with its intricate beadwork, received in trade from a local band of Chippewa, he spoke to the girl.

	"Name's Jeptha Stevens," he said in voice rough with disuse. "I'm your pa's partner."

	The girl let him in, closing the door behind him and sliding the beam through the iron rungs to secure the door. Some of the local Indians were friendly enough and others were not.

	Looking about the cabin interior, he saw three girls; the one who had answered the door was the oldest and one was not far behind. They shared the same brown hair and brown eyes Jeptha's partner had. The youngest - much younger than the others - had blonde hair and blue eyes that were probably from the mother.

	"Are you all there is?" he asked.

	"Yes, sir," said the oldest.

	"No one older about?"

	"No, sir," the girl replied. "We can care for ourselves when Pa is gone. I'm already eleven years old. My name is Violet. Florence is a year younger than me and Polly is five. Where's Pa?"

	Jeptha paused a minute before breaking the news. There wasn't going to be any marriage bed with these mere babes, but it still was a good-looking place. One large bed was in the corner and a ladder led to a small loft he imagined the girls used. Something was cooking in a pot over the fire, so he also had a meal.

	Not used to formalities, Jeptha spoke plainly.

	"You Pa's dead. Busted a leg and gangrene set in. Not much I could do."

	The girls stared in stunned silence before Florence started to weep. Violet's eyes were also wet, but she tried to control herself. Polly was calm, not understanding the implication of Jeptha's announcement although she was curious as to why her big sisters were crying. Feeling uncomfortable, Jeptha simply took charge to try to set some order.

	"I'll be living here, now," he stated. "You young'uns can't look after yourselves forever, so I'll watch over you. Of course, there's still trapping to do and trading to be had, but I'll be the boss 'round here. Mind what I say and we'll get along just fine."

	Nodding at the bed, he asked if it had been their father's.

	"Yes," Violet rasped. "Ma and Pa slept there until Ma passed. And now..."

	"Now it's mine," Jeptha said as he opened the cupboard and found two bottles of whiskey.

	Selecting the one that had been partially drained, he took a generous swig before replacing the cork.

	"Wake me for dinner," he ordered before flopping on bed.

	As the stunned girls stared at him, he began snoring loudly.

	
ONE MONTH LATER

	The trip to Detroit had not been a total success. The bartering had been okay and he hooked up with Bernard Gervoix, a Quebecois who knew the peninsula pretty well. They had worked on and off over the years and the man was competent enough, so he and Jeptha agreed to work together for a while.

	There were rumors of good beaver territory in lands where the Chippewa roamed. That made it dicey as several tribes were becoming less friendly to white men. But Gervoix had worked on Indian lands before and was pretty good at keeping low from the savages. Gervoix was to meet Jeptha at the cabin in a couple of weeks as Jeptha had gone ahead with new supplies.

	The main problem with his trading visit had been a lack of money after purchasing what he needed, including liquor. There's hadn't been much left over for finding feminine company and his only luck had been with a gin whore who had passed out on the bed in her small room before Jeptha could get his britches off. He hadn't cum in a woman's cunt for two years and watching the woman snoring with her flabby tits splayed was pretty much an erection-killer, even in Jeptha's desperate strait.

	On his second day in the cabin, he was loafing about, sipping whisky as he watched Violet sweeping the floor. One of the iron rungs that held the door's locking beam in place was loose and he had meant to fix it, but he found himself absorbed with the girl as she moved about.

	All three children wore somewhat shapeless homespun dresses. But Violet was on the verge of outgrowing hers and Jeptha could see a bit of swelling on her chest when the material pulled the right way. Acutely aware of the reaction in his groin, he decided it was time to use some of the privileges he was entitled to as master of the house.

	"Come here, girl," Jeptha growled as he sat up.

	Violet quickly set the broom aside and went to the gruff man. While he hadn't hit or threatened any of the girls in any way, there was something in his manner that brooked nothing less than complete obedience.

	"You other girls pay attention, 'cause this is something you'll have to learn some day, too."

	The younger girls looked up from where Florence had been entertaining Polly with a doll made from an old sock stuffed with leaves.

	"Get out of them shoes and take off your dress," Jeptha ordered to Violet.

	The girl blushed at the thought of the man seeing her naked, but did as she was told. The man surveyed the preteen's nude figure, still slim and boyish except for the perky little buds pushing her nipples from her chest. She had no hair between her legs - bald as the day she was born, Jeptha thought. But at least she had the start of some titties and that would have to do.

	"Now I've been watching over you and providing for you, just as a man should," he lectured. "But a man has needs. You understand?"

	Violet shook her head, wondering why a man needed to see her with no clothes. Jeptha harrumphed and gave her a hard look.

	"You do know what men and women do together, don't you?"

	Violet look confused.

	"They get married and the mama has babies," she answered slowly.

	"And do you know how they get babies?"

	Violet paused to think about that before replying.

	"They pray to God and he sends them a baby that goes in the mama's tummy."

	Florence and Polly nodded and Jeptha snorted. Here was a girl starting to get her tits and she didn't know shit about what she was meant for.

	"Girl, what did your Ma and Pa do in bed?"

	"They went to sleep," she answered, puzzled at why he would think of anything else they might do in bed.

	Jeptha had enough and stood, pointing to the bed.

	"Get on there and lie down," he ordered while going to the cupboard.

	There was a tin of grease - drippings from cooking that would be used later. Unbuttoning his pants, he slathered some of his on his prick while all three girls stared at his member with no comprehension. Sitting on the bed, he dallied for a few minutes, pinching and rubbing the diminutive mounds on Violet's chest. The girl whimpered as her little breasts were manipulated and her nipples stiffened from the contact.

	Pulling her legs apart, Jeptha mounted the girl, pressing his purplish glans against the girl's modest slit. Violet whined at the unfamiliar touch and got louder when he pushed inward. Her hairless vulva spread, pressing against the head which nearly disappeared before stopping at her narrow entrance. He pushed forward, making the girl cry in fear but could not get into her.

	"Goddamn, never had a virgin before," he panted before he threw himself into the next push.

	Violet shrieked as she was penetrated. With the girl's maidenhead torn, Jeptha punched his way into her virgin tunnel with successive thrusts until her cervix blocked any deeper invasion. Florence and Polly didn't understand what was happening, watching as the man's buttocks humped up and down as he kept slamming into their naked sister. The man's shirt had pulled up and the contrast between the interlocked bodies was nearly grotesque as the man's massive, hairy flesh mashed against the preteen's smooth and slender body. Jeptha panted as he pummeled the sobbing eleven year-old's twat, closing his eyes and savoring the child's tightness.

	Pinned beneath the man, Violet could not move except to shake her head and grip with mattress with sweaty palms. The thick thing had injured her somehow when it first went in and she was stretching so much in there that she feared she would completely split apart. With a loud grunt, Jeptha convulsed and Violet felt something hot gushing into her body.

	Temporarily spent, Jeptha rested on one elbow to the side while he kept his penis inside of her. Idly, he toyed with her breasts and then roamed elsewhere over her smooth leg and cupped a small buttock. She was so firm and fresh - much better than any Detroit doxy he had ever had. Jeptha recalled a woman on the waterfront some years ago offering her daughter to him for an hour. The little girl was about Florence's age and Jeptha had laughed as he had rejected her. Now he understood what he had been missing.

	"That was hard work," he said to the Violet, giving a nipple a tweak. "But now that your juicy little cunt is good and ripped, you can serve my needs properly. You ought to thank be for that."

	Violet's response was another sob that shook her body. Playing with her young flesh was arousing but when Jeptha looked at his gnarly cock still keeping those bald little pussy lips wide apart, his erection returned in earnest. Not bad for a man of forty, he thought, as he rolled back on top of her.

	This time he put his hands on Violet's chest, gripping her budding breasts so tightly that her nipples popped up between his fingers. The girl wailed, but could not stop him from thrusting into her prepubescent cunny until he planted his seed in her once more.

	This time, he withdrew when he was done and told her to get herself washed. Florence and Polly watched in stricken silence as Violet stood and surveyed what the man had done to her body. Some blood and copious amounts of something white had spilled from her hairless, ravished snatch and was staining her thighs. By the time she had wiped the mess from her legs and crotch, her little breasts were starting to show bruises.

	Over the next few days, Violet was made to meet Jeptha's needs several times each day.  The man was never gentle and it almost seemed as if he was trying to stab his prick all the way into her stomach. While her sister spent time sitting on a stool after each bedding, clutching a rag soaked with cold water against her throbbing crotch, Florence began taking on more chores without complaint.

	When Gervoix arrived at the cabin, he didn't bother to disguise his lustful intentions toward Violet - and he seemed to be open toward the others.

	"You have a paradise here, mon ami," he said to Jeptha. "Such fresh young girls - tres belle, non?"

	Knowing how solitary a trapper's life could be, Jeptha gestured to Violet.

	"That one's broken in already. Help yourself."

	And Gervoix did, practically throwing himself on the naked child. His rutting inside her preteen cunt was just as fierce as Jeptha's although he preferred to use his mouth instead of his hands on Violets titlets. By the afternoon, her aching little mounds bore welts from his teeth to accompany her other injuries.

	After breakfast the following morning, Gervoix was at it again with Violet. He had rarely given her a chance to rest and Jeptha was getting inpatient to get into the girl's snatch again. Sizing Florence up, he found she wasn't much smaller than her sister and figured she could fit the bill.

	Florence shook when he told her to remove her dress. Her entreaties did her no good as he laid her on the wooden table with her legs hanging off the edge. Sliding his hands over the child's chest, he found that she felt as flat as she looked - there was no hint of any swelling beneath her tiny nipples.

	"No tits at all," he rumbled as he started to finger her bald twat. "But you'll be woman enough where it counts."

	Hocking some spit into his hand, he wet his prick and pulled the girl's legs into position. Having learned how difficult Violet had been the first time, Jeptha hurled himself forward, deflowering the screaming ten year-old in one stroke. Desperately, Florence tried to use her hands to protect her injured twat, but Jeptha caught both wrists in on hand and pinned them to the table over her head.

	Since he was standing, he could watch the child's pussy mound pulled wide around his member as he rammed into her. The streaks of virgin blood on his shaft inflamed him and he moved with more force, making Florence's cunny squelch wetly as more of her ruined innocence was forced out every time he went in. The ten year-old's sex could barely accommodate him and her gripping tube on his cock massaged him until he spewed his load into her.

	Looking at the bed, he saw Violet sitting with her knees pressed against her chest, unintentionally displaying her hairless twat as Gervoix's semen dribbled from it. But now the trapper had taken Polly onto the bed and was gripping her flaxen hair with one hand as he forced her mouth onto his cock. Jeptha watched, bemused as the little girl's head bobbed while the man continued to tell her how to suck and to move her tongue. She started choking and sputtering when he came, even blowing semen from her nose.

	"Damn, you Frenchies like to fuck with your mouths," Jeptha remarked.

	"You have never done so?" Gervoix said with surprise. "No wonder you English and Americans are such a dour lot. Here, she has been well-taught."

	Gervoix pushed Polly toward Jeptha. As the little girl fearfully approached him, Jeptha's prick began to harden. It was still messy with semen and blood from Florence's pussy and Jeptha forced the five year-old to taste the fruits of her sister's violation.

	"Clean the mess your sister's cunt made," Jeptha said, pulling Polly's head back and forth.

	Polly looked to her sisters for help, but Florence was holding her hands to her pussy, sobbing while Violet now had Gervoix's mouth on one breast while the man roughly fondled her snatch in preparation for more sex. Violet stared tearfully, knowing she had been unable to protect either of her little sisters from their defilement.

	Although the men had planned to leave in the afternoon, they spent another day shooting their loads into the children with Violet and Florence getting their pussies reamed while Polly learned to swallow what the men sprayed into her mouth.

	The next morning, Jeptha was ejaculating inside Violet while Gervoix pulled Polly's dress off. He had already done Florence, who was lying on the table, and he laid Polly next to him.

	"Your cock won't fit in that little cunt," Jeptha remarked as Gervoix used some bacon grease from breakfast on his hard-on.

	Gervoix blew out a sharp, exasperated breath at the limited views of non-Frenchmen as he rolled Polly onto her stomach.

	"And why should this little one go to waste?" he asked as he groped the little girl's buttocks as if he were a butcher inspecting a piece of meat. "The smallest ducklings have the most tender flesh. And with these hatchlings, the back door opens wider than the front."

	Jeptha understood as Gervoix pulled Polly's ass cheeks apart. The little girl squealed helplessly as the man battered at her tiny asshole.

	Jeptha had taken a girl in the ass once; an Indian girl of about thirteen or fourteen who had had the misfortune of encountering a trapping party by herself. She had been spirited enough to keep yelling and clawing while they took turns in her splendid young twat. But then one of the men tossed her over a log and skewered her ass with a prick well-soaked from her raped pussy. That took the resistance out of her, but she was no less fun as the entire group each plunged their cocks into her rear until they left it as soiled as she was in front.

	Polly's eyes bulged when Gervoix finally lanced through her tiny rectum. It knocked the wind from her and her mouth opened and closed like a fish on land as her baby ass was roughly penetrated. Then her eyes rolled up and she fainted. It didn't bother Gervoix in the least as he buggered the five year-old's snug bottom until he inseminated her helpless rectum.

	Gervoix proudly stepped back as Jeptha approached and let his partner observe his handiwork. Polly must have been a tight squeeze, Jeptha notes as he saw threads of blood mixed with Gervoix jism. But he wasn't surprised that such a small hole had to be torn a little to get the job done.

	Without a word, he pushed his revived erection into Polly's battered opening. It seemed to bring the girl back to life as she began crying. Florence rolled to face her, unable to do anything more than hug her as they shared their tears.

	Saturated with rape juices, Polly's ass was a hot, slick socket as Jeptha mercilessly sodomized the five year-old. His fingernails bit into her little buttocks as he mauled her inside and out. When he finished, the jets of hot cum in her sore guts made her cry louder. Satisfied, he pulled his clothes back in place. The two men left together without a word to any of the girls.

	With painful steps, Violet went to her sisters. Florence looked tearfully at her as Violet took in the sight of their baby sister's torn anus with gobs of pinkish fluid dripping to the floor. Without bothering to dress, Violet staggered outside with a bucket to fetch more water. They would need plenty of it.

	
TWO WEEKS LATER

	The trapping had been excellent and they had seen no signs of Indians. They were looking forward to a profitable return to Detroit in another month or so - but only after returning to the cabin to take their pleasure with the girls.

	It was not uncommon for Jeptha to find himself working with a hard-on as he thought about his private stock of little whores. He was removing a beaver's corpse from a trap, while thinking about how Florence's ass might feel when he broke her in back there.

	It was already too late when he saw them.

	There were six Indians, Chippewa if he was right. Three had bows drawn and they were all coming from where Gervoix had been. Jeptha cursed his own distracting thoughts and cursed the Frenchman as well. Gervoix should have warned him.

	Then his partner came staggering into the clearing, grasping at an arrow embedded in his throat. Jeptha suddenly felt strangely calm as Gervoix fell for the last time, understanding why he hadn't been warned. Surpassing panic, his mind fixated on this one detail. Of course Gervoix couldn't have shouted with that arrow in there, Jeptha thought. No man could be expected to accomplish that.

	It was his last thought before the arrows thudded into his chest.

	The braves followed the men's tracks to the camp, where they took everything they found useful. One of them searched more, finding tracks from the trappers' travois that eventually led back to the cabin. Seeing smoke from the chimney, they tried to door only to find it wouldn't open. The biggest of the group kicked at it. On the third blow, the loose iron rung inside tore loose from the wall and the door swung open. The Indians flew into the room, only to find three young and frightened girls.

	Violet motioned for Florence to stay back with Polly. It wasn't fair for this to happen just as their wounds from their earlier mistreatment had healed. But maybe this time she could protect her sisters.

	She had never seen Indians in person before. They were big and muscular, their arms bare despite the coolness of autumn. With trembling hands, she pulled her dress off, standing naked in front of the intruders. They didn't say a word as they surveyed her tiny breasts and hairless sex, seeing a child who was offering herself as a woman.

	They put down their weapons and approached her. Despite her fear, Violet was relieved that their lives were spared for the price of her body. Although they might be bloodthirsty savages (as the many tales described), they were still men and men had their needs.

	
EPILOGUE - ONE MONTH LATER

	The thirteen year-old grunted and Violet could feel his semen flooding into her. He grinned, lightly kissing her breasts before getting off of her. Taking his hand, Violet got up, her buckskin dress falling back into the place where it had been bunched under her arm pits while she and the boy had had sex. She could feel his issue trickling down her legs but would clean up later when she got to the tent where she now lived with her adoptive family.  The sun was down and she was supposed to be back inside.

	An older Indian girl gently scolded her, pointing to the distant council circle where the men and women were gathering for some ritual around the blazing fire. Seeing the boy Violet had been with walking by, the girl gave Violet a knowing wink as she held the tent flap open. Once inside, she handed a small pot of water to the white girl, silently acknowledging that Violet needed to wash.

	Violet had been surprised when the first man came to her that day in the cabin. He had pulled the blanket from the bed and had her lay on top of it. Expecting rough handling, Violet had been shocked when he carefully handled her breasts and massaged the smooth mound between her legs. He stayed that way for quite some time until the girl relaxed and began to feel arousal.

	Violet didn't understand the wetness that appeared in her sex or the odd yearning for the man to keep touching her the way he was. Apparently, the wetness satisfied him and it was then that he undid his breeches. The other men were silent as he entered the white girl, watching her reactions and nodding when her second surge of right passed.

	The brave took his time penetrating her, caressing her until she was completely full. Their coupling was slow and careful. He pulled Violet's ankles behind his waist and she began to rock with his movements. As they progressed, the eleven year-old rolled her hips, riding this unfamiliar instinct and feeling a new kind of pleasure that was mysterious and comforting. After releasing his seed inside her prepubescent body, he stroked her face before getting up.

	It was then that Florence stepped forward, removing her dress so that her sister would not be alone with these men. Although her figure was completely childish, the first man with her understood her intent and took her as gently as the other had done with Violet. Like her sister, Florence discovered her arousal and lost herself in the silent act.

	Polly watched silently as her older sisters each serviced three of the Indians. These new men didn't seem to be hurting her sisters although the little girl was still fearful about them putting their hard things inside. After the men had finished, they let Violet and Florence get dressed.

	The cabin was stripped of everything useful and then the party took the girls with them. Polly was wide-eyed as the largest scooped her up and carried her in one arm during the four-day trek back to the tribe.

	None of the men approached Violet or Florence for sex during the trip or after they arrived. Two different families took Violet and Florence into their fold while Polly lived in the medicine man's tent along with the tribal elder's eleven year-old grandson. What the two older girls soon discovered was that sex play among children their age and older was quite prevalent. Violet found herself looking forward to such encounters and hadn't been sure of Florence's activities until she found her sister on her hands and knees in the woods one day, moaning contentedly while a boy pumped her from behind.

	Polly was still too young for these things, from what Violet had seen. The five year-old played with other children her age, her blonde hair standing out as it flew behind the running tot. Her locks had earned her the name Yellow Cloud. To Violet's embarrassment, Polly had also learned the tribal language quite quickly while she and Florence were still learning. But at least one thing never needed any translation she thought, feeling a twitch her loins as she wiped herself clean.

	Florence raised her arms as her adoptive sister removed her dress. She received the older girl's kiss as they sank to the bearskin on the floor. While she enjoyed what she did with boys, she had been shocked and delighted to find there were things that girls could do with each other. Her Indian sister was fifteen, with firm ripe breasts and hips that swayed seductively toward many men of the tribe. But within the tent, the teen's sole interest was in this little girl.

	As the other girl's mouth moved over her body, Florence stretched and sighed. She didn't think that Violet knew about these things among females. Florence thought about her other sister who would one day learn many good things about sex. But she was still very little and was already asleep somewhere else.

	Polly wriggled under the furs that made her bed. The luxurious softness stroked every inch of her smooth little body as she always slept naked which was how they did things here. She loved the doe-skin dress with beads that one of the nice women had given her shortly after her arrival, but the furs were best. And every night, she went to bed with a full belly of rich stew or other food and felt secure and snuggly in her warm little world.

	She was nearly asleep when she heard the tent flap open and then close, hearing the rustling as the leather thongs were tied in place. Then she heard the light footsteps of Two Deer, her big brother of sorts. Like her, his parents were gone and now he lived with his grandfather, Wild Wind. The boy doted on her and she adored him.

	Wild Wind was a nice man, too. As she learned the tribe's tongue, he told her stories of legends past while she sat in his lap. The first time that happened, she had become uneasy when she felt something hard pressing against her rear through the man's breeches. Remembering the bad men who had hurt her bottom, she had started to cry before the old man soothed her and assured her she was safe.

	And he was right. He had never tried to put his hard thing in her bottom, nor had anyone else. He did like to bounce her in his lap and she knew he liked how her rump rubbed him through his clothing. And she enjoyed hearing him spin his tales and bouncing her while he often caressed her tummy. They were perfect company for each other.

	She had seen Wild Wind take his hard thing out and put it in different women who came to see him. Two Deer explained that their grandfather had power magic and women and older girls often came to him to receive it. And then the women could pass on the magic to their husbands or whomever they chose in much the same way. One day, an older girl who was now Florence's sister had told Polly she was going to pass the magic she had just received onto Florence. Polly thought that was awfully nice of her to do that, even if she wasn't sure how that could be since girls didn't have those hard things to put into girls.

	Several times, she and Two Deer had quietly watched Wild Wind pass his magic. He'd get on top of the women or girls and bounce on them while they wrapped their legs around him. It wasn't like when the mean men had hurt her sisters because everybody had a good time.

	Polly heard the scrape of a match as Two Deer lit a lamp taken from the old cabin. Not many people had these lamps, but her grandfather was important so they had one in the tent. Polly kept still until Two Deer Spoke to her.

	"Yellow Cloud, can I see you?"

	Polly opened her eyes and rolled on her back, nodding to her brother in the flickering light. Two Deer pulled back the top furs to expose Polly's tiny form. The boy had always been fascinated by Polly's pure white skin and often asked to look at her. He would also put his hands on her in a way that Polly liked very much. At first, the boy had been very tentative, afraid that the girl with such bright skin would break. But of course that never happened.

	By now they had a routine. Polly would lie still while Two Deer would brush his hands all over her - her face and limbs and torso. And the last part was best. That's when he would touch her between her legs. Two fourteen year-old girls, a rare set of twins, had taught Two Deer the right ways to touch a girl there and he worked his craft on Polly. She loved it when he did this enough until she shivered. It wasn't like shivering because she was cold. These were fun shivers.

	Once, she noticed that Two Deer had his penis out and was tugging on it. Although it was stiff, it wasn't big and scary looking like those bad men's were. The little girl surprised him when she sat up, leaned over, and took him in her mouth. The boy groaned and watched in wonder while the five year-old sucked on his prepubescent cock. Polly felt him quaking slightly before he squirted in her mouth and was happy that he could shiver, too.

	From then on, it had become part of their private ritual. This night, as the drums pounded and voices chanted from the circle, Two Deer was especially anxious as he explored his little sister's exquisite body. Polly murmured and shifted her legs, spreading them a little more to give him better access once they had reached this last part.

	The boy's fingers worked magic within the child's hairless vulva. Wet with her juices, his fingertips painted her mound with it. Then he did something different, taking more of her nectar and dabbing it on her nipples and making circles on her belly. It was just like how the young women in the ritual circle were painted, except they had actual paint. Wild Wind had explained that during the first night of the full Harvest Moon, they did something called a fertility ritual so that women could have babies. They would dance a lot and then their husbands would do the bouncy thing with them - what they called joining. It was the same thing Wild Wind did to give magic to the females who came to visit him.

	After he was done with the designs, Two Deer and Polly looked at the glistening lines on her chest and belly. Polly giggled and said she was going to have a baby because babies came from tummies. Laughing with her, Two Deer returned his hands to her bald cuntlet, manipulating her until she got wetter and got the shivers.

	When Polly sat up to suck him, Two Deer stopped her and told her to lie down. Polly was concerned and thought something was wrong. Then he spoke in a quivering voice.

	"Yellow Cloud, can I join with you?"

	Polly was shocked and confused. She remembered the awful times in the cabin and her sisters crying. But people had fun here and they were nice to each other. Still, she was frightened but since she loved her brother so much, she nodded her acquiescence.

	Two Deer got on top of her and she could feel the tip of his thin erection burrowing into the moistness of her cleft. The chanting outside grew loud and the boy jerked his hips forward. Polly cried as she felt a sudden pain down there. Two Deer held her and shushed her, telling her everything would be better now. And when he moved into her again, she felt no pain; just the odd sensation of her sex opening to receive her first lover as the boy's hardness stretched her.

	Two Deer moved inside child's virgin cuntlet, feeling as if he cock was in a warm bath, getting squeezed. He had done this with the twins before and it had been incredible, but his little sister's sex seemed to mold to him much more snugly. This was a true joining, he suspected, where their bodies were one. But before he knew it, his overloaded system gave in and he came mightily inside the child.

	Polly felt him cumming inside her and cooed at the sensation. Perhaps Two Deer had also given her some magic when he had squirted; much like their grandfather did with his visitors. She liked that but had also been feeling like she would shiver again. But now Two Deer was done before she could.

	The little girl moved her pelvis, trying to make the boy rub her some more on the inside so she could shiver. It wasn't long before Two Deer grew hard again and he grinned at the anxiously squirming tot beneath him.

	"Again?" he asked.

	When she needed, he lifted himself up on his hands. Both children paused to look down where they were joined, seeing the shaft of the boy's light brown cock gleaming with little girl juice before it vanished into the ivory puffiness of Polly's bald quim. Two Deer pulled on one of her legs, moving it up his side. Having seen the women with their grandfather, the girl understood and gripped him with both of her legs, opening her baby snatch for better penetration.

	The drums outside were beating at a frenetic pace which the boy tried to match. Polly felt it too, grunting as she took every thrust while her heels dug into the older boy's back. Polly felt very hot, sweating in the cool air of the tent as her brother's cock inflamed her tiny sex. The shivers came and they seemed to go on for so much longer. Polly closed her eyes and let it happen as her twat juices gurgled at her plump, hairless opening.

	Two Deer felt the pressure in his scrotum growing, but could not let it go. The five year-old's vaginal walls were tight and slippery around him, convulsing now as his sister was lost in a strangely long orgasm that belied her tender age. The chants and the drums seem to pound within his body as he plowed the tiny sheath of Polly's feminine treasure.

	Was this his grandfather's magic? Two Deer was thinking then when he balls released explosively. Only recently had he managed to squirt during climax but now the flood seemed to last a long time as he inseminated Polly's little womb. They were too young to make a baby together, but the children felt a glow where they were locked together.

	The glow faded and the lamp guttered out, needing more oil. Two Deer pulled the furs under them and withdrew from Polly's slit. She squeezed her legs together to try to hold his gift inside her as she lay in a semi-doze.

	It was still raucous outside sometime later when she heard Two Deer whisper in her ear.

	"Again?"

	Polly was sleepy but could feel his erection against her leg as he lay on his side. She opened her legs again and wrapped them around him as he sank into her snug and juicy little hole. Polly sighed as she received his thrusts - she hoped she would shiver again but was also content to simply make her big brother happy. After all, a boy has his needs.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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