Chapter 46: Sunday Night to Monday Morning

Sunday night I was tired when I got to my room, I had not been in a bed since about 8 Saturday morning. When I opened the door Mer, Per (my future Tribal wives) and Kwool (the Tribal helicopter pilot who was so erotically acrobatic during my last visit) were there, sitting on my bed. Kwool was teaching the girls poker.

All three were in matching outfits that showed a lot of skin, I suspected Kwool of making arrangements. Maybe this new Amazon thing was involved - the computer-based store, not the river. They had tiny, loose, light sleeveless t-shirts that were cut-off so the lower hem was about halfway between their nipples (erect) and the bottom of the breasts, exposing the lower arcs of their pert breasts - like Li did as Do Wong yesterday. Anybody would have to stare at them plus the fabric was temptingly close to see-thru. (Like a tee-shirt it did turn transparent when wet.) Below they wore what amounted to stylish thongs, the front was a strip of fabric with a bit of an arc at the relatively high waistband, so it wasn’t quite a thong. It made clear that the trio had no pubic hair. In back the thin gusset fabric split to form two tapered strings of fabric that followed the curves of their butts up to the hipband, leaving an open tempting triangle of flesh exposed. The triangle pointed to where their butt crack started, even if the cleft was not quite exposed. These were pretty sexy outfits, exposing a lot of skin. I noticed three matching wrap-around sarongs sitting on the chair, I figured they wore them to prevent heart attacks when moving around the house. I mentioned that was very considerate.

The girls modeled the outfits and said that they were for my eyes, and maybe my grandfathers, if they were nice.

I have to say, they looked a little more busty and curvy since last time. Could they change that much in a month? I also noticed their minimal, but very well selected, makeup. We do not use makeup in the Tribe or the Colony, but somebody had worked on the girls and done a very nice job. I said as much and they beamed.

For a moment I imagined my future wives together with me in my home, going through all kinds of positions and play with each other and me. They were both trying to get a big belly from me and having a lot of fun in the process.

After their poses the girls were jumping up on me in an instant, almost knocking me down they were so quick and healthy. They both hugged me tight and kissing me repeatedly on the cheeks. I returned the affections. Kwool hung back smiling at the touching family scene: “husband with two future wives half his age.” Well, I figured I would see Kwool with fewer clothes in a short time. But first there were matters of life and death to discuss.

“Is the Tribe safe?” Per asked.

“Did you kill all the bad guys?” Mer asked.

Kwool just smiled, she had been part of the contingency group, stationed in the airfield radio shack from 5 in the morning. If things went bad she was going to fly my grandfathers and some others to Lima in a Cessna, a hotel suite was reserved. Our sexy chopper pilot had gotten a lot of flight training since my last visit, she was now qualified on the Cessna and the Bell, plus she had some hours in the Hercules.

At the radio shack Kwool had tracked progress all day, but apparently she was not allowed to talk about how successful we were, not even to my future wives. Well, I would have given the same order, we still had a lot of people out there.

I answered my future wives. “The Tribe is safe, all those who know about us are now in our hands. We did not kill any bad guys, because killing is messy, blood draws flies and attention. We brought them here instead. All the people they know think they are all on an extended vacation.”

“They are alive? How is the Tribe safe? They might escape.”

“No. You or I might make it to civilization if we had to, because we know the land. They do not even know what country they are in, or which way is North. Plus, they don’t know there are no jaguars or piranha around, those terrors are very daunting for one born and raised in a city in Peru. We have them isolated and confused, they actually think they are at a US controlled ‘black site’ a few nations over, guarded by Green Berets. Do you know what a ‘black site’ is?”

Per answered, she had become bolder since my last visit. “Yes, we studied 9-11 and how Bush the Younger fought back in public and in private, using Gitmo and other places to keep the prisoners off US soil where they would have all kinds of rights and could keep on plotting terror. It was possible only because the bad people facilitated international co-operation at a time when the Soviet empire was newly dismembered thanks to Presidents Reagan and Bush the Elder. That made the US the world leader in anything they wanted.”

She said the word “Soviet” like it was pure poison. The girls had been taught how a stupid Soviet mistake poisoned the mountain and would have killed a huge portion of the Tribe - all the youngest and oldest - if the Patron had not come to their aid with trucks and water and a new place to live. The girls were born in 1992, after the episode, but if not for the Patron they probably would not be here as their parents likely would have died.

I continued. “Our enemies embraced their first mistake and went all in without intel, they thought the FBI from the US would save them from corrupt Peruvian military. Well, I guess if you routinely bribe a few army officers, it is easy to think they are all corrupt. So we dressed in FBI costumes and they walking into our hands. It was Irene’s plan, and it saved many lives. The leaders surrendered without anybody firing a shot. Tomorrow you will see them punished with pain they cannot imagine. Then we will question them and get them to give us all their money, every sol, to pay for what they did to the Chief. They won’t want to do that, but we will persuade them. When we have squeezed them dry they will serve nature at ‘Buzzard’s Banquet.’ That is the Tribe’s way, and it was a very wise move our foremothers came up with. So you see, it is better that we did not kill them quickly.”

The girls were amazed at the plan. “Did you think of that?” Mer asked.

“Irene had the important idea. Captain Thomas was our Eisenhower who made it work, seeing to all kinds of details large and small. Many, many members of the Tribe and the Colony helped, including Kwool. We all worked together for the first time, it is a great step forward. It was because we were all in danger. I did very little, I was mainly in position to deal if anything went wrong. A good leader must always do that, or he will fail.”

“Nobody was killed ... but they will all die terrible deaths?” Mer asked, to be sure.

“Oh yes ... after a very painful time. It is possible that the questioning may kill some, but you will see most rush to escape with the last step to the beyond.”

The girls thought about it a moment, then turned to Kwool. “You were right, it was a better plan than killing everyone quickly.” There were more hugs.

Suddenly the strength just went out of me, it had been long active days both before and after a red eye flight, after my marriage, after the ritual with Li and Abril, after a week that started with 30 hours of mind-numbing reading in two days. I was beat.

I said to the girls that as much as I wanted to visit with them and hear about their life, and hold them close because they were wonderful, I had to sleep. So instead I would tell them many things tomorrow. They were in the room next door. I promised them time, at least an hour before Noon, and then more before I left Tuesday night.

They smiled at Kwool, I guess they thought I wanted active time alone with her. But they were wrong about what we would do, I did not have the strength. There were more hugs and kisses and smiles. Then they were off, leaving me with Kwool.

“I am not going to be a lot of fun tonight,” I said.

“No kidding. Fatigue is written all over you. If it is okay I think I will do fine just getting some rest as well. Tomorrow morning...” we smiled at each other, she pulled off her tiny two-piece outfit, stretching her long body as she did so. Just like that she looked hot and attractive. I popped hard as I gazed at the treasures spread before me. She noticed and smiled, a hard cock never lies.

Then, just because she could, she kicked her leg up high, so her foot was above her head ... and held it there a few seconds. I was so not looking at her foot ... or, I confess, her eyes. It was an impressive showing, one I had seen before, but one which never got old. She held the pose for a few seconds. “I am sure we will find something to wake up with.” Next she undressed me - it took about 15 seconds. She finished on her knees. As she held my cock against her chest, with my balls between her bare breasts she asked if I wanted quick release, I was clearly up for it and she would not mind.

It was hard to turn down, but I wanted her to enjoy her properly, not just use her for release. As nice as she was she deserved substantial physical appreciation. So I declined and we slipped into bed. My cousin was very good to hold like a lover for a couple of very satisfying kisses (delightful nipples and soft, soft lips), a cuddle, and after about five minutes of that, sleep came. As I slept I could not get that high kick, and the unique pussy reveal, out of my dreams.

Maybe I had worked the kick out in my dreams, because when I woke six hours later (a long night for me) I was refreshed but only partially erect.

Kwool was really enjoying her sleep, I cuddled her like a lover, she liked it but it was clear she would need at least two more hours. I cupped her crotch and kissed her as she made happy wiggles, but she was still not going to fire up yet. I said that when she was ready she would find me next door, ready. She should drag me away if needed, the girls would understand.

“I will obey my Chief,” she sleep-mumbled with a grin. With that I slipped on some shorts and left, not through the doorway to the next room, but towards the main door. However, before I left I went back to bed, Kwool looked good so I planted little kisses on her cheek, her nipples and down her spine to her bottom cheeks.

“Thank you for the dreams ... my naughty Chief,” she said as I gave her sweet bum a love bite.

When I stepped into the hallway there was something in the air, something rare, unique, and quite delicious.

The current Patron was not the first to send people to explore the world, he was just the one to get organized about it. In the 1930’s the then-Patron sent his half-brother Rafel down the Amazon with our cousins. He had a general instruction to visit North America. Rafel had picked up a little English, and at the time (the world-wide Depression) many people without jobs moved around the US, as the social structure of the nation was shaken by a crash and about to be stirred in a dustbowl. Cousins provided transport to Miami and helped him with a little money as he moved around the nation. Rafel was the reason we set up homes in Detroit and Dallas, he spent time in both cities.

But one of Rafel’s best contributions was a large machine he sent back.

From the turn of the century until the crash it was an age of many inventive people, crafting wonders turning scientific discovery into practical magic. Rafel met such a genius.

In Denton Texas, a cafe owned by a very old man was going out of business. For a few bucks and meals Rafel helped him close up and clean the space for the new owner. At this point Rafel had a loyal mule and a wagon he lived in. In a nation with millions homeless, he had more than many.

As they finished clearing out the cafe, one of the last items was a large donut frying machine the owner had made himself, it used electricity and a clever thermostat to provide steady heat to cook properly. He also had recipes. He could not throw it away, the trash people were afraid of it, and the building’s new owners insisted “that dangerous machine” had to go.

Finally the old man, 25-year old Rafel, and the old man’s 28-year old granddaughter (abandoned by her husband who lit off to California when FDR was elected) worked out a deal. Rafel would take the heavy device in his wagon. He would also give the granddaughter a lift to Houston where she had some prospects. The wagon was better than walking alone for a woman.

The old man thought his daughter was attractive and would draw bad men. He had watched Rafel closely for a few weeks, but he saw no hanky-panky despite opportunities. (Well, he did not see so good and took regular naps that were long enough for the woman to enjoy a good time.) Times were desperate so they all agreed with the deal. The girl was eager for more time with Rafel but hid it well. Also, she was sure Rafel could protect her on the road, he was fast with a knife and she knew he had a gun he was able to hide in his boot. (A Beretta 418, the original James Bond gun before the Walther, it was a gift from the Cousins.) The old man also gave his granddaughter a wicked cut-down shotgun, a custom made double-barrel 10 gauge. The load was shot on one side (for snakes and such) and a slug on the other (to stop an elephant).

Rafel took twice as long getting to Houston as he planned, every time they found a good place to be alone the woman wanted plenty of “Spanish loving” from my uncle at a more relaxed pace. (Rafel spoke Spanish while eating pussy, the knowledge was another gift from the cousins and women loved it.) He was a lot better at making her feel good than her run-away “Okie tumbleweed” husband ever was. She cried when they finally parted in Houston.

Eventually getting to New Orleans, Rafel loaded the donut cooker and the recipes on one of the Cousin’s freighters. The ship with the box visited Europe and Africa before the box was loaded onto one of the Patron’s riverboats in Iquitos. The first cook botched things, but the Patron would not allow his half-brother’s gift be abandoned. Five years later another cook took some time playing with it at night. By then a steady current was available from the water-wheel generator. Over-designed and with no moving parts, the century old cooker still worked today. Since then, special events have featured the smell of fresh donuts filling the hacienda from a long night of cooking. In the kitchen I sampled a few for quality control, grabbed a plate full of my favorites, then grabbed a second smaller plate and headed for my room.

I left the smaller plate for when Kwool woke up. Then I went to the connecting doorway and asked, “Are you awake? And decent for your husband?”

“Maybe,” was the dual response, muffled and sleepy.

“I have donuts,” I said.

“Do-whats?” There were sounds of confusion, scurries, questions and noises of approval, and finally, “you may come in now husband.”

I entered with the large plate of donuts. The appeal of fried dough still warm from the oil and covered in sugar is compelling for all ages and drew the hands for their first bite without further questions. The cook does a great job with frostings, toppings and filling. One took the double dark chocolate, the other took a cream-filled “berry delight.”

Ecstasy and satisfaction were manifest. The food of the Tribe is very limited in nutrition and flavor. Fresh foods have a brief season. Donuts, where you can smell the calories, made with flavors growing in the rain forest year round, were an experience that might be better than sex for these two.

The Patron still had the cooks going, virtually every member of the Tribe and the Colony would be on hand today, to enjoy donuts as they watched our defeated enemies dance naked for the whips. It had Juvenal’s “bread and circuses” beat in every way, and with luck nobody would see people die like gladiators in the arena.

I was glad to see that the girls each shared what they were eating. “You have to try this” was the most common thing said before the plate was cleared and the two girls sat back with a look of profound sweet satisfaction.

In a sense it was their first oral climax with me, with their nightgowns still on. I did not feel the slightest bit guilty about it.

Now that their bellies were full they were going to sleep again, I could tell. So I tucked them in, told them we still had our time together coming, gave them plenty of chaste kisses, and returned to my room, expecting to find Kwool asleep and positioned to cuddle.