Chapter 448: Clearing the Air

I probably should tell him the rest, but that wild boar looks like dinner to me.

Leigh and Kirsten’s father, Irving, may have taught his girls and Ellen’s dad survival skills that kept Ellen alive after her father died, but he didn’t have my reflexes. Before he could get his shotgun off his shoulder and put a shell in the chamber, I had side-stepped the boar’s charge and kicked it hard between his head and shoulders. That broke his neck, and he skidded to a stop at Irving’s feet. Irving didn’t even see the kick.

“That shouldn’t be possible,” Irving said.

I laughed and said, “Neither should an eighteen-year-old be a grandmaster in all martial arts or be able to outlift any bodybuilder but have a body like mine. It was merely physics, mostly. I happened to kick at the right spot to stop his head and spine, but not his body. Momentum did the rest. I was going to punch him to shatter his skull, but that would have made him look funny for when we take him back to the dining area, even if he will end up being cut into pieces to go into the freezer or smoker in the morning. That is one of the things I do need to talk to you about.”

He took pleasure in gutting the wild boar as he explained, “Well, this is a grey area. Technically, there is no limit or closed season on boars in most states, but you need a hunting license. This camp is private property, but you are not a blood relative, which can complicate matters. Though, having witnessed it firsthand, the boar did charge you. Without using any weapon, your actions to defend yourself resulted in the death of the animal. However, it happened I’m not going to let the meat go to waste.”

“It is better to show you, I guess,” I told him as I quickly got his ten-millimeter handgun, pointed it at my knee, waited for him to see what I was going to do, and fired.

“That shouldn’t be possible either,” I joked. “Somehow, I have created a shield around my body that converts the force of impact into energy to power it and turn it into any energy I need somewhere in my body. I’m guessing you haven’t noticed that your girls haven’t had a cut, scrape, or even do much as a bruise since that day.”

Irving thought a minute and then said, “You’re right. I haven’t noticed, though it does explain a lot of things. I never realized that the girls couldn’t have gotten that good with the knives just practicing what I showed them when I had the time. Then there are the various targets with odd-shaped spreads of shotgun pellets. Leigh can be a pain in the ass, and I wouldn’t put it past Kirsten to shoot her with at least rock salt if she got the chance.”

We talked about many things I knew the girls could do, but they still needed to tell him about them because he did need to know to ensure they stayed safe.

“Curiosity is driving me crazy. What could you have taught Kirsten that will annoy the hell out of Leigh?” Irving asked after I had picked up the boar and gotten it on my shoulders.

I laughed so hard I almost dropped the boar.

Once I could stop laughing and reply, I told him, “Something that seems like one of the things that any like me can do. I showed Kirsten how to find the spot in her head triggered by impulses from her clit, g-spot, and pussy when it is time to cum. She can pull energy into that place and get off instantly. I didn’t show Kirsten how to build up or create what her body needs to keep getting off for more than a second or two. Because of their shields, neither girl has to worry about rubbing their clits raw. It also protects them from STDs and getting pregnant unless they want to get pregnant. Most girls like them use one of the methods to resolve that after the fact. So, while Leigh is looking for somewhere to get relief, Kirsten can cum and not even take long enough to get wet or worry about her nipples getting hard, well, unless she was already horny.”

Now he laughed. We knew that it was going to drive Leigh crazy. Leigh would have to work out a trade to learn how to flip her cum trigger. That didn’t mean that Kirsten couldn’t flip Leigh’s cum trigger anytime she wanted, which made it even funnier to him.

“Well, that does resolve a lot of problems because whatever it is that happens in puberty to let people cum just happened to Kirsten. Leigh could always get herself off while Kirsten was numb between her legs when it came to getting pleasure from rubbing her clit,” Irving told me.

“So, how long do you have on vacation?” I asked.

He said that his boss considered the trip to take Sarah Jane to the RV park to release her as part of his job. His vacation didn’t start until the next day. He had up to two weeks off. I invited him to stay, and after seeing the various nude single women, he readily agreed. He had no problems crashing on the couch, in a recliner, or anywhere else he found a free bed. It was better than sleeping on the ground.

I gave him directions to the cabin and proceeded to carry the wild boar around the back of the dining area to where they had a big butcher block they used to carve up pigs they bought whole to cook and freeze.

“Where the hell did you get that monster?” one of the guys that did the smoking asked when he came to see what the large thud was outside.

I laughed and said, “I was walking in the woods with a friend of mine, who I found knew Ellen’s dad. He taught Ellen’s dad a lot of the hunting and survival skills that Ellen learned. He has two daughters out with Ellen right now, doing who knows what. So, we were walking along when his boar charged us. Before Irving could get his shotgun off his shoulder, I kicked the boar and broke its neck. No point in a two-hundred-pound hog rotting in the forest. He gutted the boar, and I carried it. Could you help me figure out how to get some pork chops to fix for two guys and three hungry girls, something to cut for bacon in the morning, and maybe some pork steaks to grill with the pork chops? I’ll let you have the rest.”

“If you let me have half the ribs, I can get the rest cut up for you to have or share. Looking at this beast, you probably have around twenty pounds of each of bacon, loin, and hams. I suspect we can get around that much in pulled pork. For the rest, we can let the women figure out what they want to do with it. There is going to be plenty of fatback and lard. It looks like there would be about six pounds of ribs,” the guy told me. “I say we get you some of the prime cuts to cook tonight and two pounds of bacon for breakfast. I’ll get with the guys to see what to smoke and what to cook up in the oven tomorrow.”

I talked to Irving about what to have as sides for the pork when all three girls came in carrying rabbits. Gutted, but not skinned, rabbits. It looked close to twenty.

“Before you say anything, dad,” Leigh said. “All of them were going to be a fox, coyote, or bobcat chow tonight. They were all injured in the storm to the point that they might be able to live for a week if they had food and water but wouldn’t escape any predators. We got them from all over the area torn up by the tornado. We left the guts and organs for the scavengers. It isn’t like they don’t breed like, well, rabbits. I haven’t had a roasted rabbit in a long time, and Ellen has never had rabbit stew.”

Kirsten added, “We have those big sheets of leather to make moccasins. Now we have the rabbit fur to line them. Ellen said she is very good at skinning animals to cut the hide just above the meat and fat, so you don’t have to scrape them. We kept the head to get the brains for tanning. We have that big bucket of non-iodized salt in the truck.’

“This is your project, girls, so you better get on it. bring us the carcasses once you have skinned and beheaded them,” Irving told the girls. “Probably best to go do this down at the cabin as some people get a little squeamish. If you hurry, you can get that boar skin scraped and salted. It came charging at David and me. He kicked it hard enough to break its neck before I could get my shotgun around. We have pork chops for dinner.”

The girls ran to get the boar hide rolled up before hurrying to the cabin. All three still had blood on them from gutting the rabbits and whatever else they didn’t want us to know that they did. I suspected a few deer skins and possibly some fox. I know a lot were running about when I held the boar up while Irving gutted it.

Half of an hour later, we have a pot full of rabbit meat and vegetables. They decided just to make the stew tonight. It would take too long to roast them before dinner time properly. Once they got the stew simmering, the girls ran toward some boys, grabbed the hands of two each, and headed toward the large communal showers.

“Those boys are in trouble now,” a mom joked.

Irving replied, “Not as much as you think. My girls are home-schooled, and as far as I am aware, those are the first boys whose hands they have held. I know for sure it is the first hand holding with naked boys. I expect this is going to be a human boy anatomy class. Please, don’t get them started on male animal anatomy. I am surprised Leigh didn’t ask about the boar’s penis and testicles. I expect that she will be a biologist, zoologist, or something along those lines when she grows up. For her, the sex organs of animals are a purely anatomical interest. When my girls were five and seven, they told me they didn’t know why humans made such a big deal about sex. Animals all do it that same way, with the alpha getting first-shot rights on a female in heat. Most times, multiple males try to breed the female. The girls only noted that humans don’t prefer being mounted from behind as with the other animals.”

That made everyone laugh, including few kids that I saw understood what Irving said. The kids were only six to ten. We all started laughing harder at the little girls when they started whispering and giggling as they looked at boys near them. A girl got on her hands and knees. She looked at some boys from between her legs and then sat back up on the bench with her legs spread to check herself out. The girl had a puzzled look.

She asked the other girls, “A boy’s thing goes in my hole down there, not in my butt, right? But they aren’t long enough to get in there from behind. Isn’t that why people do it facing each other?”

Most of the adults had to keep from bursting out laughing. I chose to answer her question.

“Hey, can I answer that question?” I asked.

She nodded, so I said, “You know what fits where to make a baby. If you and a boy try that, would you get a baby?”

“No, silly. I’m a little girl. We can’t have babies because our bodies won’t let boys get in that hole yet. We have to have boobs and get hair growing down there before we can have babies,” she said.

A girl next to her added, “You forget that we have to do that gross bleeding stuff too.”

They went back and forth a bit before I asked, “So if you had hair, boobs, and were bleeding, then one of these boys could make a baby in you?”

She had to think about that before saying, “Huh-uh. They are not long enough to get inside a big girl either, even laying like mommies and daddies make babies. Those boys don’t have the stuff to make babies yet either, because their balls are too little.”

“Don’t they grow before they can make what needs to go in you to make a baby?” I asked.

Wow! Most of the girls at the table are running that through their heads. They are looking at all the boys and men now, including me.

When she realized that boys’ dicks get longer during puberty, she blushed and then said, “Oh. Thanks, David. Little boys and girls aren’t supposed to try to make babies. But why can boy’s get in a girl’s butt then?”

Oh, I see that look. Everyone just found out that you have had a dick in your butt.

“Can you get a finger into your hole?” I asked her.

She gave me that “Are you stupid,” look before saying, “No. I’m a little girl. My hole is too small. Plus, it hurts even to try.”

“What about your butt?” I asked as a follow-up question.

“Yeah. Four, if I use two from each hand. What does that have to do with anything?” that girl wanted to know.

I smiled, went to one of the boys not far from her, who had a boner he didn’t seem to notice, brought him over near the girls, and said, “When all stiff like this, you can see that your finger is smaller than his penis, but not four of your fingers. It isn’t as long as your fingers, either. Plus, I bet you’ve had poop that is bigger than his penis.”

“I’ve had poop bigger than my big brother’s penis,” one of the ten-year-old girls said.

I saw her about to say something else, so I quickly leaned down to whisper, “Do you want your parents to know what you were just about to say?”

I got a hug and kiss on the cheek for stopping her mouth before her brain had a chance to process what she was going to say.

The boy I brought over, who still had a boner, asked, “My horse’s poop is bigger around than the stallion when he is hard. If he goes too high, could it go in the horse’s butt?”

“Yes. I’m pretty sure that any male that missed when trying to breed could end up in the wrong hole,” I answered. “They are doing their best to get things in the right place, but they aren’t looking where things are going. I don’t think it happens often.”

We went to one of the girls and said, “See, I told you that is what happened. That guy went in her butt by accident. She didn’t get to feel good like you said. Why would she be so mad if she got to feel good.”

“Brad! You aren’t supposed to tell people we saw that. We shouldn’t have watched, and now you got us in trouble,” the girl replied.

Not my fight. I’m out of here.

I headed to be near the guys standing around the smoker.

One of the moms, who happened to be the mom of the girls and boy who watched someone have sex, came over to say, “For an eighteen-year-old, you handled that discussion better than I could. You are already becoming a great father. My two quickly slipped out. They are scared shitless about what is going to happen to them for watching someone having sex. It is a tough call because no one should be having sex out anywhere that kids can just come across them. They are kids, sex is taboo, and they are curious. Being at a nudist camp does make things a bit complex. All the children here know it is wrong to stare at anyone. How do you make them not watch when they find someone playing with themselves or having sex?”