Chapter 46

She looked up to see where they had been. The door towered above them, seemingly an impossible height from the ground. She was amazed how a single gunshot could bring out Olympic qualities in people. Aches penetrated her thoughts, especially in her lower back and Emma moved stiffly ahead into the dense growth.

"Wait, don't go too far. Grab the case and let's make sure we're out of sight" she whispered. Turning back to Jamie, she nodded at him, pulling him roughly away from the tracks, ignoring the grimace on his face. She caught up with Emma a few meters in front and pulled her to the ground, anxious above everything to keep the two children in her sight. Further gunfire rattled behind them and they instinctively ducked, crouching even lower as they scurried deeper into the dense green field.

After five minutes, they decided that they were clear of any danger that the soldiers had presented, and flopped onto the ground. The suitcase and their clothes were marked with dark green lines from the sugar cane; their sweaty faces bore witness to the heat of the day and their flight from danger. Panting, they rested, listening all the time to the sounds above them. Lauren looked across to Jamie, who had taken the lead in their trek once had had regained his breath. His face was bleeding from scratches that he had gained from the leaves. Her opinion of him wavered between that of a part-time wimp and someone who simply needed spurring into action to deliver his best. She knew, somewhat selfishly of course, that she was more than grateful to have him with them in their hour of need.

"What was in the other suitcase?" asked Lauren

"Most of the food, I think." replied Jamie, looking at the small case beside him. "This has only got shirts and shoes." Lauren heart sank. Something told her that she really needed to eat, rest and change her clothes. Her watch said eight twenty. Darkness would be with them in less than an hour. She watched as Jamie opened the case and rummaged around. "Hey, a torch! Some biscuits, a can of lemonade." Lauren shrugged. It was better than nothing.

"I think we'll have to stay here tonight. There's no point walking through this stuff, we'd probably go round in circles."

And so they settled down for the night, each of them staring up at the greying night sky. Nobody slept. A shooting star just before eleven o'clock was greeted with a chorus of "Ooh!" that both suprised and amused them. By midnight, Emma and Lauren had curled up with their heads on one end of the suitcase, and Jamie lay at the other. Thoughts of ants, snakes and other man-eating animals were banished as the problems of the world gave way to the mysteries of sleep. If soldiers had been looking for them, they would have found their quarry at about three forty-five the next morning simply by listening, when Lauren rolled off the suitcase, snuggled down into the dirt and snored loudly.

They woke just before the sun lit the sky. Great black birds circled over their little hideaway, not menacingly, but nevertheless enough to spur the children into activity.

"Shit, I ache all over" stated Jamie to the heavens. He stretched loudly, remembered his predicament and covered his mouth with his hand. His eyes scanned the thick greenery for motion, finally coming to rest on Lauren's breasts. She felt the boy's attention, and with amusement turned to Emma, stroking her hair. She remembered waking up next to Jim on a number of wonderful occasions. There was something marvelous, wholesome, in rolling over in bed to find someone who has been with you all night. It was possible, she thought, to separate the love-making and sleep as two individual events, each of them a statement and source of fulfillment. Jim had always snuggled up behind her in the morning, reaching round to cup her breasts, his cock laying between her buttocks. She recalled one morning they had made love after a night of heavy passion. He had phoned his college, citing sickness, before ravaging her. The thought of his strong, thick cock as he walked back into the room, naked, made her bubble inside. God, she thought, they were both so randy that day. That was the first time that he had put his finger inside her bottom and she thought her orgasm was somehow going to blow her to pieces.

"South must be the way to go, right? Towards the border?" she asked. Jamie looked away, confused as Lauren folded her arms over her nipples. It was cooler than she liked. Emma stirred silently on the ground, her clothing filthy from where she had tossed and turned throughout the night. Lauren knew they all looked dreadful, their faces streaked from dust and sweat.

"Hmm, sun rises in the east, so sort of that way". He stood and walked uneasily off. "I'm just going over here, to the toilet."

Lauren did the same, walking only a few meters in the opposite direction before flicking the button on her jeans and dropping them to her ankles. Perhaps in another situation, she might have simply pulled her clothes down and hoped to miss, but with the shortage of clean underwear, she decided to take no chances. She looked around, half hoping for something to make the job easier, but reconciled herself to discarding her jeans and, after looking in all directions, stuck her thumbs in the elastic of her knickers, pushed them to her ankles and stepped out. She delighted in the feeling of nakedness, of abandonment as the morning breeze caressed her pussy. Squatting, with one hand to her side to steady herself, she relaxed and urinated. The crack of twigs beside her made her jump.

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Emma!" she hissed, wobbling.

"It's only me, I have to do the same." Emma's eyes traced the path from Lauren's ankles up to the dark cleft between her legs and down to the damp soil beneath. Lauren felt a twinge ripple deep in her stomach. Without hesitation, Emma dropped her jeans and knickers on top of Lauren's and squatted a few feet away, facing her squarely. Lauren remained motionless, her bladder complaining about the interruption, as she watched Emma hold on to a thick sugar cane and spread her legs slightly. As she looked down, a strong stream hissed from her young pussy, causing her to giggle slightly. She looked up at Lauren and smiled, sweetly. "Go on, you don't have to stop, you know!"

With some effort, Lauren managed to a trickle, spurts hitting the ground while Emma continued to display all the abandon and lack of embarrassment Lauren found so endearing. The little girl stood as she finished, wondering what she could use to wipe herself. She gave up, leaning against a cane as she watched Lauren finish.

"Emma!" said Lauren, pouting.

"What?"

"Don't stare! It's not nice!" she said, pulling her knickers back up.

"But... we're both girls, aren't we?" asked Emma, still leaning against the cane. Lauren watched as her hand slowly brushed over the hem of her T-Shirt and found the soft skin of her flat belly. Her fingers were splayed dramatically, the middle one inches from the soft folds of her labia. It descended, Lauren's eyes bulging in their sockets as she suddenly realised what the girl was going to do.

"Emma, stop it! Come on, get dressed, we've got to make a lot of progress today."

"I dreamed about you last night" she said, bending effortlessly to pick up her knickers. Lauren watched as her taut buttocks parted to reveal her pussy. "I dreamed that we were high up a mountain, together. And we kissed for ages. All night. I think I came in my sleep!"

"Emma! Why are you behaving like this?"

"Lori, don't run out on us. Please!" She edged closer to Lauren, holding her arm.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because it's dangerous, and we're probably going to get captured sometime." Lauren wrapped her arms around her, feeling Emma's knickers sliding down between them to the ground. The heat from the girl's pussy radiated through her, their soft skin gliding together. Emma's leg slipped between hers without resistance and she felt the girl's hands grip her buttocks.

"Emma, it's OK, it's OK. I'm staying. And if I could leave, I'd take you with me." She patted her on the back. With superhuman effort she resisted the urge to kiss her lips. The thought crossed her mind several times in the space of five seconds that they might be able to make love right there. But some remnant of rationality suggested that Jamie was sure to try and find them if they didn't return in a few minutes, and anyway, with only dirt to lie on, it promised to be somewhat uncomfortable.

The drug of lust wafted over her, arguing that the smell of urine and morning breath was easily outweighed by the freshness, youth and pure sexuality of the girl in her arms. Mother's voice boomed from above.

"I thought you escaped from the train?"

"We did!"

"How did you get captured again?"

"Easy. I was making love to the little girl in my charge in a sugar plantation at half past five in the morning. She yelped so loud as I slid my tongue into her wonderful little pussy that the soldiers found us. It could have happened to anyone, Mum!"

Kissing her on the forehead, she pushed away, turning back to find her own clothes. She sensed that Emma was dressing as well, and deliberately pulled her knickers and jeans up slowly. "Come on, biscuits and Pepsi for breakfast today" she said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

For the next hour they cautiously headed in a southerly direction, lugging the suitcase in turns out of the plantation. The dense greenery gave way to a sparse hillside, criss- crossed with dirt tracks that led to single story houses. Their brilliant red-tiled roofs shone as the sun rose over the hills, catching the tree-tops, rousing nature. Lauren felt hungry once again. The biscuits had tasted horrible first thing in the morning, although none of them had felt it necessary to complain. The thought of breaking into one of the houses crossed her mind, but dogs roaming around and the chance of being seen dissuaded her.