Bum's Rush Ch. 03

The angle of her channel - and my thrusting - bounced my cock-head along the inner-wall - behind her mons - stimulating her G-spot.

It didn't take long before she was purring - and begging for my seed.

I was still in control - for now - but the cataclysm was approaching.

"Fuck me, Mikey! Oh! Fuck! Yes!"

I continued to fuck my sister's tight pussy.

"Ah! Mikey! Suck my clit! Please."

I pulled out of her and stuck my mouth over her nub, flicking it with my tongue.

"Suck it!"

I wrapped my lips around it and sucked for all I was worth. She squirmed but didn't say anything else. I hung in there.

"Oooohhhh!"

Her pussy squirted a short blast at my chin.

"Fuck me! Pound me! Fuck me, Mikey!"

I stood, wiped my chin, and drove my cock back into her - thrusting in & out - my nut-sack slapping against her ass.

She sounded like an air-raid siren, winding up. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Sideways, Mikey. Put one foot in front."

It took me a second - but I straddled her twat - and thrust back inside her."

"Damn!" I heard myself say.

"Deep, Mikey! Pound me - all the way inside my womb, Mikey! Fuck a baby in me! Fill me up! Oh! Mikey! Fuck me!"

Her begging stopped when her body started trembling.

My cock felt fabulous buried so deeply inside of my hot-ass sister.

I pulled out and buried it again - my sack slapping against the side of her clit.

It felt fucking amazing!

I pulled out and drove in again & again.

She was still trembling.

It was coming - it was here.

I gave her two more pounding thrusts - and then sunk as deeply into her as I could - practically dropping all of my weight - through my cock - into her uterus.

My testes released the flood - and it dumped into her like a pitcher full of hot tea.

"Oh! Fuck! Mikey! I feel it. Oh, fuck! That's gotta be a baby for sure - it's hot clear up to my tits!"

My cock was empty - but her pussy felt so good - this deep - so I fucked her a little longer - loving how her muscles squeezed and cuddled my cock.

I finally climbed off - and laid beside her. She spun sideways and put her butt on my stomach - trying to use gravity to keep all of my naughty seed inside of her.

She took my hand and interlaced our fingers.

"I love you, Mikey."

"Love you, Meg. You're so fucking sexy. I'm the luckiest guy on the planet."

She pulled my fingers to her mouth and kissed them - and we drifted off to sleep.

Day 123

It's raining - again. Paul & Joshua had warned me it was coming - but - I guess the rainy season is here - or at least getting ready to begin.

Meg scooted away, dropping her butt off of me, until she could reach my penis with her feet. She gave me a rather untalented - if sincere - foot-job - until my willy was ready for real attention.

She climbed onto my lap - and plugged herself in - to recharge.

After she'd coaxed another load of cock-snot from me, we headed down to the lagoons to bathe - rinsing the salt off in the steady rains - as we returned to the hut.

We hung up our laundry and then dodged the rain-drops to head to the central fire - which wasn't much of a fire at the moment.

Miriam greeted us with warm bread - and gave me a hug for the oven that made cooking flatbread in the rain a lot easier. I even got a coconut bowl of leftover crocodile stew to soak my bread in. As usual, my sister turned her nose up at my spicy repast.

Megan must have caught Miriam up on our plans because, as I finished my meal, they did a little dance - and then Miriam gave her tummy a blessing-prayer-thing - and then I got kisses on my cheeks & forehead - and then she brought me some kind of tea that tasted horrible.

She wouldn't leave until I drank it all and gave her the empty tumbler.

Paul came over and I pulled out my notebook and we went over my notes & sketches. I still want to see about teaching Paul & Joshua to write their language. For now, however, my notes are in English.

The rain stayed a little longer than normal. Paul warned me that - in the middle of rainy season - it often rained for the whole day.

Learning that, I was kind of surprised the covered ring around the central fire hadn't been a bigger hit - but I guess I'd sort of robbed some couples of a little extra adult-time - and others of a nap. Everyone seemed to be happy enough with having warm bread to eat in the cool rains though.

We got another five feet added to the jungle gym - which put us around 30 feet. I built a ring-platform at the top - with a light railing - and we planned to go up another five or ten feet - depending on how stable it stayed - to add a crow's nest.

The platform ended up being about the same level - at least from what we could tell - as the lookout summit - nearer to the lagoons. From here, you could see the range, the farm, the pig-pen, and - to a degree - the lagoons - but not well.

After dinner, Megan talked me into filling her with another batch of incest-seed. Miriam's special-blend tea must have been working - because my sister's hot pussy couldn't contain the load I dumped into her. I wiped up what I could - but we'd need to take the mattress cover down to the lagoons in the morning.

Day 124-130

With the days' activities being abbreviated by the seemingly-endless rains, Megan had changed our routine to include pre-breakfast sex - in addition to the post-dinner sex that she'd been getting pretty regularly.

Miriam's daily dose of tea had my testicles working overtime.

Even fucking missionary-style, Megan was rarely able to keep all of my spunk inside of her.

She'd sewn a second mattress cover. We took at least one of them to the lagoons every morning to clean.

The air temperature had not changed much - so we still sweated - but the rain helped keep the odor away more. We still went to the lagoon - to keep our private parts fresh - about every other day.

Whether she was already pregnant - or just enjoying the increase in the amount of sex she'd been getting - Megan was practically glowing.

Our activities were somewhat truncated due to the rains, but the shelters around the central fire allowed more to get done than in the past - at least that's what the chief told me. He was pretty happy about that.

The hunting parties and the trapping teams went out with about the same frequency as before - but they seemed to come up with less meat for their efforts. Apparently, the wildlife limited their activities during the rainy times as well.

We were looking at another seven weeks (at least) of this. I was worried about how it would affect us - but our routine was mostly the same - so it didn't seem to be bothering much.

Day 131-137

Miriam had changed my diet - I wasn't getting my favorite stew anymore - and there was a lot more fruit.

I was now being given the tea twice a day. The volume of my seminal dump seemed unchanged - but I felt like I was ready to go again within a few minutes of busting a nut inside my sister's steamycunt. Thankfully it didn't give me blue-balls - it just seemed to energize my nuts whenever Megan was ready for another load of incest-spunk.

The hunters were struggling to find enough meat. I was not going to be the only one eating more fruit and veggies, it seemed.

The chief knew mom & dad would be back in two weeks. He'd asked us to grab more barrels of flour - and even asked about proteins that might be available.

The hunters snagged a couple more piglets and they'd been added to the paddock. The herd was growing - but it would probably be a year before we could begin harvesting from there.

Megan was curious about my output and jerked me into an empty coconut shell. I filled it half-full. When she reported this to Miriam, she told me that the chief's wife scolded her for wasting it.

Day 138-144

Hal had me and the firearms team back on the range again. He had some dream about enemy scouts coming when the rains stop - and he wanted us to be ready.

We worked on our skills with the firearms, bows, slings, and spears. We also worked on some hand-signals to coordinate our movements.

Next, he had us wrestling while holding wooden knives - working on subduing enemy scouts as quietly as possible.

I don't know what he dreamt - but he was, obviously, taking it seriously. I saw him talking with the elders before assembling our team and they were nodding and looking serious.

I was wiped out from all of the physical stuff we'd been doing. Megan rode my cock and I mauled her beautiful titties. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all!

Day 145-149

The hunters found a couple big crocodiles who, apparently, decided they were hungry enough to venture out - despite the rains.

The big traps weren't as useful right now. They had encountered these two on the game trails.

The trappers caught a few rodents and hares. It was beginning to look like I may finally have to see what rat-soup tasted like. Hopefully Miriam would have mercy on me and allow me to have crocodile stew instead.

Heather and Megan arrived with our breakfasts to report to Joshua and me that they believed they were both pregnant.

Joshua immediately told me that he was hopeful that that meant he could stop drinking Miriam's special tea. I had been so focused on my own predicament that I hadn't even realized he'd been going through the same thing.

The chief pulled Joshua and me aside to talk about the next day's activities - the trip to see our parents - and the shopping list.

The chief asked me to visit the livestock markets to see if I could find island critters for sale.

As desperate as he was, for an infusion of protein for the tribe, he wanted to stick to wildlife that was indigenous to the islands.

Joshua and Heather would be accompanying Megan and me. While the chief agreed that our parents should not visit the island, he felt that a greeting from representatives of the tribe was appropriate - and our best friends had already been actively serving alongside Megan and me as intermediaries for trading and business negotiations.

Anticipating the visit with mom & dad, Megan was extra horny.

She demanded that I dump two loads of sibling-slurry in her hot twat - even though her tight pussy couldn't even contain the entirety of the first load.

She sucked me hard, once more, and I fucked her through a couple more orgasms before pumping another dumpster-load of brotherly-love into her already-overflowing fuck-hole.

Day 150

Megan & I met Joshua & Heather at the lagoons and we shared a quick bath in the surf before loading into the dinghy and paddling out to the boat.

Once it was loaded aboard, we launched - and then took turns standing in the cabin to change into semi-dry clothes appropriate for our mainland trading mission.

At the docks, I met with the shipyard owner and got information on the livestock markets that might fit our needs.

The bazaar we wanted to visit opened early and we were already running a risk of having nothing to show for the trip.

We grabbed a taxi and headed to the address - finding several sellers packing up by the time we got there.

We were able to purchase a couple dozen fowls that looked like guineas. According to the seller, they were layers. The man's dialect was somewhat different but Joshua was able to get the information he required to build the coops we would need to house the birds.

We paid for delivery to the docks and returned to the taxi. The driver - figuring out what we were up to - took off to another location.

When we arrived, we found we were not at a market but at another dock - apparently some kind of staging-area for the next day's market offerings.

Joshua found a trader with wild hogs that looked identical to what we had on the island. They talked for a while before Joshua turned to me.

In the end, I think we paid a little more than we should have - but we arranged for two boars and six sows to be delivered to our work-boat.

Again, Joshua talked to the vendor to figure out what we would need to build in the way of pens, shelters, and farrowing sheds.

I wrote down notes with every detail he could give me. He'd seen me do this before - but he nodded, now, as I committed his information to paper.

Soon, it was time to meet mom & dad at the airport and we directed the driver that way.

It was going to be a tight fit - but he assured us that he could carry all six of us - as well as their luggage.

Heather & Joshua waited by the taxi as Megan & I headed in to meet our parents.

Mom's first question was whether or not I'd just got done pumping another load of sperm into my sister.

Dad's question, to Megan, must have been similar - because she looked at me and actually blushed.

I reported that we hadn't fucked this morning but that her favorite daughter had gotten two healthy loads of fuck-juice from me the night before.

Mom grabbed my cheeks, gave me a peck on the lips, and went to hug my sister.

Dad walked over and just shook my hand.

I grabbed their bags.

They protested but, honestly, compared to the level of physical labor I was used to, these days, their luggage was hardly a struggle.

The driver popped the trunk and I laid the bags inside.

We introduced mom & dad to Heather & Joshua and climbed in.

Heather sat on Joshua's lap, Megan sat on mine, and dad ducked in and patted his protruding boner, saying "C'mon, honey. All the kids are doing it."

She giggled and climbed in, wriggling around on his lap as the driver cut into traffic and headed for the hotel.

We waited in the lobby for a few minutes as mom checked them in.

I followed the two of them to their room, carrying the luggage, and then we returned to the others - and jumped back into the taxi.

On the trip to the docks, I warned mom & dad that we were on a shopping trip - and that they would be sharing passage with cargo and livestock.

They actually seemed excited about the oddity of the whole situation. It remained to be seen whether the novelty of the whole thing would overweigh the likely waste-management issues we'd have to deal with.

As usual, our friendly, neighborhood ship-seller had his teamsters busy, getting all of our goods aboard and balanced for the trip.

I shook his hand and then followed him into the office to swipe the debit card for fuel and some other modest fees - definitely the least we'd spent that day - still nowhere near touching the tribe's reserves.

We helped mom & dad aboard and settled them under the awning behind the pilot's cabin.

The flour and other non-livestock cargo had been ordered by phone - since the tribe was now well-known to those businesses.

I eased out of the berthing and we headed towards the island.

Once we were clear of the jurisdiction of the port authority and I had the course locked in, we visited a little and caught each other up on current events.

Mom was giddy at the news that Heather and Megan both believed they were pregnant - likely within a day or two of each other.

She was already plotting on what to get the mothers and the newborns. We warned her that we'd need to approve whatever she decided on. Surprisingly - or maybe not - that didn't dent her enthusiasm very much.

Dad just stayed quiet and listened - but was all smiles.

The somewhat simple conversation took twice as long as normal as we talked, first, with mom & dad, in English, and then explained things to Heather & Joshua in their tongue - and then translated back their questions or statements for our parents.

In what seemed like minutes, we spotted the island and pulled in as close as we could.

I dropped the two anchors to hold us in place while we would be busy, offloading the cargo.

A couple young boys ran out to see what we'd come back with. Joshua signed to them to go get help to deal with the livestock.

Soon, it looked like half of the village had turned out to aid us.

Mom & dad stayed under the awning but watched the whole thing - not being able to understand any of what Joshua & I were discussing - or yelling ashore to the others.

We loaded two sows on the dinghy and a warrior pulled up in a canoe to hand Joshua a long rope.

The man tied the rope around his waist to the bow of the dinghy and Joshua tied his line to the aft.

The young villager paddled back to shore as the shore team started pulling the dinghy their way.

Once the sows were off-loaded, Joshua pulled the dinghy back and we used the crane to move the rest of the hogs, two at a time, the same way.

After those were headed to the pens, we started moving the guineas - a dozen at a time.

Once the birds where being carted off to the central fire, the chief and Miriam hopped on the dinghy before Joshua could bring it back out to us.

We helped them aboard and then loaded the rest of the cargo into the lifeboat for transport.

While Joshua was taking care of that, Megan & I introduced the chief & his wife to our parents.

They made no reaction to the announcement that the people they were meeting were the parents of both of us. I wasn't sure if they simply thought that we'd been married before arriving - and that these were one set of our parents - or if they understood everything and just didn't care.

Miriam hugged mom and I showed dad how to greet the chief.

We translated a few phrases back & forth between the two couples and then Miriam and her husband said their farewells and returned to shore aboard the craft that had originally carried Megan & I to a beach on the opposite side of this island.

Once the head elder and his wife were safely back on the shore, a member of the island teamsters untied their line from the dinghy.

Joshua drug the lifeboat back out to us and we hoisted it aboard again. He untied the line and stowed it on the dinghy for when we returned.

We waived to the assembled masses and I pulled up the anchors and we took off to return mom & dad to the mainland.

Somewhere along the line, Heather had ended up with warm flat-bread and a pan of crocodile stew - along with some coconut bowls.

Mom tried the stew but seemed to have the same opinion as Megan. Meanwhile, dad appeared to share my fondness for the spicy dish. We all enjoyed the warm bread.

Megan told our parents that the bread was baked in the ovens that Paul & I had built - and that the barrels that we'd just off-loaded contained flour that would be used to bake more loaves for the village. Dad patted me on the back. Mom told me she was proud of me.

We said our good-byes to mom & dad as they climbed into the taxi to head back to the hotel.

I checked my messages. Johnny Storm said we were still on schedule with the renovations - and should be able to start moving in two months from that point.

It was full dark by the time we got back to the island.

I rubbed Megan's belly, talking to our growing child, and then tried to pump a sibling into her womb.

I kissed and cuddled with her and fell asleep in minutes.

Day 151

I couldn't find Joshua anywhere. I didn't really need him for anything but Heather (and even Miriam) seemed to find something else to do when I asked about him.

Paul and I worked on repairs to some of the playground equipment - which was so popular that it was actually wearing out. We started talking about a few upgrades to make the apparatus last longer.

Hal gave the response-team a couple days off - so we moved on to regular duties.

In my case, regular duties meant going over the notes I'd written down for Joshua - trying to figure out what they meant.

When I still couldn't find him after lunch, I gave up and just left the animals in their crates, waiting for him to appear so we could get the shelters built for them.