The Lost Tribe
Copyright© 2019 by Krosis of the Collective
Chapter 8
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8 - A Christian school class crash lands on a deserted island. Two years pass...
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa mt/mt Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Gay Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction School Rough Interracial Black Female White Male Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Clergy Small Breasts Teacher/Student
“Daddy! Daddy!”
Jason turned from his usual evening vigil sitting on the beach to regard the young blond blue-eyed boy as he ran up. “Hey, Al ... what’s up?” His son was visibly upset.
“Jasper said I’m not really part of the family because Makayla’s not my mom!”
Jason cursed under his breath. Allie had passed away from an infection after giving birth to the little boy, and Jasper had arrived a few weeks later, named after Makayla’s favorite uncle. Al was, of course, named in honor of his mother, who he never knew. While both boys were raised together as siblings, the tribe was small, so Jasper must have overheard someone talking out of turn.
“C’mere.” Al knelt and Jason put his hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Do you think that Gina isn’t part of her family? You know I’m her dad, too, even though Uncle George and Auntie Joan take care of her?”
Gina had resulted from the one time that Jason had cum inside of Joan while pretending to have intercourse with the lesbian. Once she discovered that she was pregnant, she had taken to the idea of motherhood with gusto. Strangely enough, George had also readily stepped in as “dad”. Even though the homosexual leaders of the tribe weren’t “together”, they were rarely apart. Gina, once she started speaking, had developed a bizarre but cute half-Texan accent due to George’s influence.
Al thought hard. “Umm, well, her full name is Georgina, so people think she’s Uncle George’s.”
Jason sighed. Joan had made sure that Jason knew he himself was Gina’s father, but some tribe members still thought that it was George, as weird as that seemed.
“Mommy Makayla loves you just as if you were her own, buddy, and you came first. So why don’t you tell your YOUNGER brother that he’s full of shit?” He turned Al round and gave his son a swat on the butt as the young boy giggled at the forbidden swear word and ran back to camp, his adult-sized shirt hanging on him like a tunic.
In the distance he could see little Barbara watching him from the edge of camp with her slightly Asian almond eyes. When the tribe had finally determined that Sister Nancy was pregnant a few months after the comatose nun had been incarcerated in the cage with Rodney, they had banished the raping bastard once and for all. Barbara, named for the nun who had died during the crash, was the result a few months later, and Sister Nancy’s body had finally given up after the birth and she passed on. The product of a madwoman and a rapist, nobody in the tribe had shown little Barbara much love. The poor girl grew up insular, seeming almost feral sometimes. He waved. She slipped into the brush and out of sight.