Amazon Rainforest Expedition

This story is a bit out there. Hope you like it!

This is a work of fiction. All persons involved in sexual situations are over 18 years of age.

*

"C'mon, do it for your sister. I would help you if the tables were turned."

I'd lost count of the times she'd tried to convince me to go on this trip. Now it was the "I'd do it for you" guilt trip again. I knew April wouldn't stop begging me until I gave in.

"Fine," I said, "but just remember, you owe me big time."

"Thank you so much, Wes!" She said, smiling and hugging me tight. "And don't worry, I know you'll be uncomfortable in a brand new environment but I'll take care of you. I do owe you big time, I won't forget it."

"Oh, I won't let you forget it," I said.

I had just agreed to let Mom take the both of us with her on an expedition to the Amazon rainforest. Mom was an anthropologist working in collaboration with FUNAI in Brazil, and this would be her fourth month-long trip to document an isolated tribe that had no contact with our civilization until her team met them almost a year ago -- part of a controlled initial contact of a tribe still on the Uncontacted list.

Since the trip was in September, April had her heart set on putting off college for a year to go on the trip so she could include the experience in her college applications. She planned to major in sociology at a good university.

Mom wouldn't let April go without me because there would be times when they would have to separate from each other and Mom wanted me there as April's constant companion, for protection. Mom warned us that though the tribe was generally hospitable and open to sharing their traditions and beliefs, they could be dangerous, even brutal, when insulted. Despite this warning, we were told that the trip would be a great experience for both of us, the chance of a lifetime.

I didn't mind taking a semester off. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, even though I was a year older. I was in community college, just racking up credits.

Though I was older, April was ahead of me in life, in just about every way. She was more confident, more emotionally mature and her social intelligence was a lot higher than mine. She also knew what she wanted to major in; she'd found her passion in life. She felt to me like the older one most of the time. She definitely got a lot of those qualities from Mom, who she's real close to. I was shy and not very socially adept or confident. Mom and Dad were divorced and Dad lived in a different state. He sort of went MIA after the divorce, which happened when I was around five years old. Mom never remarried, and if she had boyfriends she never brought them around the house, so I never really had a role model to look up to aside from Mom.

Mom had already taught us some essential phrases and kept drilling us to be sure they were ingrained in our brains -- Yes, no, pee, shit, water, food, etc. -- enough to get our basic needs met without needing her right beside us all the time. But other than that, April and I didn't know the language at all. Mom was fluent in the tribe's language by now, having recorded, analyzed, practiced and tested her proficiency on previous trips, so she would act as our translator.

Everything April and I knew about the tribe came from the video and photographic footage we'd been shown, along with the bits of research notes that we'd read. I'm sure April read a lot more of it than I did. They looked a lot like other photos of tribes I'd seen in documentaries about native tribes in South America. Long, straight black hair tied away from their faces, medium brown skin. Everyone, male and female, were barefoot, topless except for their beaded necklaces, and wore skirts made of shredded palm leaves. They also wore geometrical patterns of black and red paint on their faces and bodies. During rituals some wore headdresses and/or flowers in their hair.

*

Having gotten our vaccinations and passports in order, the time finally came when we arrived in South America, each armed with just enough supplies and summer clothes to rough it like we'd never done before. Well, April and I had never done it before. Mom knew just what to take and to leave behind, so I was confident we were in good shape.

We met the crew that would be accompanying us. João and Cleosa, a married couple from Brazil, were the cameraman and botanist. Paulo was another anthropologist. They had all been on Mom's previous stay with the tribe.

Mom told us that the main purpose for this particular trip was to document their spring rituals -- a time for renewal, crop planting, matchmaking and marriages in this tribe's culture. Then she warned us again about the danger we were to avoid.

"Remember this above all else," said Mom, "They can be dangerous if you insult them or their beliefs and customs. So no breaking rules, even if it seems trivial to you. And go along with everything they want you to do, especially when I'm not around. When I'm around, you can ask me if you want to opt out of participating because I may be able to politely negotiate around things I'd rather not do, knowing the language. But you don't know the language so you need to go along with everything, no questions. Okay? I don't care what they want you to eat or do, you do it without question when I'm not around.

"I don't want to see any tragedy happen. This should be educational and the experience of a lifetime as long as you're respectful. Remember, this is their society, not ours. Their laws, not ours. Not only are you no longer in the U. S., you're really no longer n Brazil. Got it?"

"Yes, okay, we promise, go along with everything," we said. It wasn't the first or even the second time we'd heard this.

The first two days were tiring. The days were hot at around 90 degrees Fahrenheit, and humid. I hated it but I didn't complain; I knew I was committed at this point and just had to get used to it. We had a lot of trekking to do after the hired vehicles went as far as they could go.

We had to camp out the first night and it was a bit scary. April and I lay huddled together in our shared sleeping bag for emotional and physical comfort, with Mom and Paolo, as well as João and Cleosa, doing the same. Each couple had their own personal tent. (April and I were considered a couple, as were Mom and Paolo, from a purely logistical point of view.) It got down to 68 degrees, which seemed colder than it was due to the extreme heat in the daytime, but inside the tent and sleeping bag we seemed fine -- until all of a sudden we were sweating. April and I opened the sleeping bag up and removed our clothes, sleeping in our underwear. Being this close to naked right beside April was a new thing and I might have taken greater interest in it if we weren't in a situation I found so stressful. I did enjoy waking up to the sight of her cute freckles.

I was relieved to make it to the tribe and the end of our trek, though I was nervous and tired. April and I, being new, got the most attention from onlookers for the first half hour or so while the others spoke with the elders to arrange things for our stay. I felt like I was on exhibit. They'd only seen a handful of people who didn't look a lot like them.

The only thing about João, Cleosa and Paolo that would've seemed strange to the tribe was their clothes and the gear. Mom, April and I were a different story. Mom was English and Irish, had straight brown hair, brown eyes and fair skin that tanned easily. April and I both had light brown hair. Hers was long and straight; mine was a bit long for a guy I suppose, and wavy. April had hazel eyes, while mine were light brown. I had skin like Mom's. April's skin was slightly lighter and she tanned a bit redder than me and Mom. Her cute little nose was the only one sprinkled with freckles. We were both sort of skinny.

I did a little nervous smiling and waving, taking April's lead, until Mom returned and led us inside one of their circular huts -- structures with walls of vertical branches placed into the ground side by side, and a roof of thatched palm leaves. Our whole party was to stay and sleep in here, out of politeness -- we could use our sleeping bags, but no more tents. There was no need for any windows in the hut because we could see right through the gaps between the branches that the walls were made of.

Having set our packs down, April and I went outside and followed Mom around as she greeted and spoke with different people, watching dinner being prepared. I tried not to pay much attention to the food preparation -- I thought I'd be better off not knowing just what I'd be eating, just in case it was something revolting. I wouldn't have the option of not eating it.

The food was surprisingly delicious. No meat, at least not tonight, but I didn't miss it. The food wasn't wholly unfamiliar; there were spices my tongue seemed to recognize, though I couldn't quite place them. We watched a few of the elders do some sort of ceremonial thing with the crew, April and I included. I imagined they were just welcoming the crew back. It was short and sweet. Just a speech and a bit of paint dabbed on our faces.

We slept surprisingly well. April and I both stripped to our underwear and got in our sleeping bag. Seeing her in her underwear was still new to me. Before the other day, I'd seen her in bikinis but not underwear, not since before puberty. April lay huddled up to me again. I wasn't used to being this close to her. I decided I liked it. And seeing those cute freckles in the morning was something to look forward to.

*

I woke up in the morning with an erection -- nothing unusual there -- but it was poking into April, who lay with her back to me, so I turned over, hoping she didn't notice. I guess she was awake because she immediately turned over and spooned me, putting her arm around me. That was embarrassing, but at least my back was to her now so she couldn't see my face. We waited for Mom to get up before getting up ourselves.

The first thing the both of us did was to ask where we could go to the bathroom. Mom took us outside and showed us where this was done, and how the natives cleaned up after themselves. Then she showed us how she cleaned her own ass, which was a bit more conventional, but still not so clean. I wasn't happy, but I'd have to get used to it. This really was roughing it. But I'll say no more about that.

The next logical question was, where do we bathe? Mom showed us where that was done, and told us not to drink the water here, they kept and drank rainwater. I stripped naked and so did April, except she kept her bra on.

Looking at April completely naked from the torso down, I thought about how lucky women were in that their pubic hair acted a lot like underwear. We had been told not to trim any body hair below our necks months ago -- we were told we would need it because of the humidity. Though her pubes had obviously grown out a bit, I could tell she normally kept herself trimmed. Of course she did. She took care of herself down there just as well as she took care of the rest of herself, apparently. I wasn't used to seeing her cute little white butt either. I almost laughed, her white butt looked so cute.

April didn't look at me so I just turned around, took my bar of soap and washed my ass properly, along with everything else. "Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all," I thought. I was a little surprised to notice her glance down at my penis for the quickest moment as we dried off. I looked down at myself to see what she saw, and found it slightly more engorged than it normally was. I had no idea I was a bit turned on until I saw the evidence myself.

Things seemed pretty normal after around a week of acclimation. I actually loved the food -- starchy dishes with fruits, vegetables and spices, plenty of fish and occasionally birds. I started paying more attention to what the tribespeople did, and so did April.

Though we tagged around with Mom most of the time, April and I both started keeping diaries and spent some quiet time together writing and watching the people. Sometimes we would let Mom go elsewhere while we learned how to do some of the chores the children did. April seemed to like that.

*

One day we watched a marriage take place. Talk about different.

April asked Mom where Paolo was, and Mom explained. "He's with the kids. The kids -- anyone younger than marriageable age -- aren't allowed to attend weddings, so a few of the elders' wives take them all into some huts and they teach them about marriage and what their roles will be, that kind of thing. Once they're adults they'll be allowed to attend wedding ceremonies, before and after their own marriage. Anyway, Paolo is observing that and taking notes.

"This couple that's marrying today, they're brother and sister."

April voiced our shock before I could. "What? Why would they do that?"

"They view sibling marriages as especially auspicious," said Mom. "Everyone here gets married within a year or two of becoming an adult. All marriages are arranged by the elders. The bride and groom almost always have to be near the same age. That's their marriage ideal. But sibling marriages don't really happen that often. Having kids close in age with the same parents doesn't happen near as often here as it does back in civilization. This couple, the man's been married before but his wife and child died in an accident. The man is twenty four and his sister is eighteen. This is unusual for them because of the age difference, but it's a new lease on life for the man -- he gets to have a wife and a family still. And the auspiciousness of their being siblings makes up for their unfortunate age difference, at least in the eyes of the tribe."

"Why would they think that's auspicious?" said April. "Don't they know about the genetic risks?"

"No, they don't," said Mom. "And even if you were capable of speaking their language, you wouldn't want to mention that, or any other of your own ideas, to them. They believe a brother and sister complement each other the best because they've already had to acclimate to each other their entire lives. They think their happiness is more of a sure thing."

"Strange," said April, echoing my own thoughts.

"Is it? Remember, we're strange, not them," said Mom. "This is their world. We're the intruders."

"Yeah, I get it," said April.

We watched the couple sit together as the tribe chanted and danced to music produced by drums and woodwind instruments (I guess that's what you'd call them), dressed in their flowers and headdresses. The music suddenly stopped. Everyone fell silent all at once and watched the couple intently.

The couple stood up facing each other, silhouetted by the setting sun. They removed their skirts and the girl reached between the guy's legs. What the fuck? After a moment I could see the guy's erection in her hand. She walked to her hut holding him there, literally leading him by the cock to her hut. Everyone looked on with glad approval.

I couldn't look at my sister or anyone else, this was too embarrassing.

A bunch of people gathered around the newlyweds' hut and peaked in through the gaps in the branches that made up the walls. I noticed Mom taking notes. A while later they turned around, cheering, and in response everyone else started cheering and the music started up. Everyone started dancing around informally. You'd think the clock struck twelve on New Year's Eve.

Paolo reemerged, as did the kids. We were all given cups of something or other to celebrate with. It tasted strange, possibly fermented. Mom spoke with one of the elders' wives for a bit, then came back to us. "They were looking into the hut to be sure the marriage was consummated," she said. "I suspected that's what it was, but I just had it confirmed. The couple will make love and spend the night in the hut now, and the end of the ritual will happen tomorrow morning."

I felt a bit awkward sleeping with April that night. I kept thinking about that newlywed couple and how they were brother and sister. They did look like a good match, physically. So strange. I tried imagining myself in their place. What if I was born into a tribe like this? I would wind up married to April. What would it be like to have sex with her? To kiss her lips? To regard her as my wife? We slept the entire night facing away from each other, our backs pressed together. I never felt her arm on me, which was unusual.

*

The next morning came and we gathered around for the end of the marriage ceremony. This started a lot like yesterday's ceremony, with music and chanting around the sitting couple. The children were gone again, as was Paolo. Two older women served the wedding couple breakfast, which they ate while everyone chanted around them. When they had finished eating, the music suddenly stopped and all was silent, just like yesterday. The drumming started up again but the rhythm had changed drastically. It was low and thumping, like a heartbeat.

The couple stood up facing each other. The morning sun shone directly on them, making our view of them clear. They removed their skirts and the girl knelt down and took him into her mouth, getting him hard. She stroked him, licking at the tip of his cock until he ejaculated on her smiling face. The girl made sure it covered her face all over before she stood up and faced the crowd, proud, happy and smiling. The drums stopped and they walked hand in hand back into their tent.

Face flushed, I snuck a glance at April. Her face showed the same shock and embarrassment I felt. I looked back at the crowd around us, determined to avoid looking at April.

The children appeared again, along with Paolo, and everyone gathered around for breakfast. I heard Mom speaking to João. "Did you get all of that?"

"Yes I did, all of it, just like yesterday," said the cameraman.

"Well done," said Mom.

Mom came over to talk to us. "I guess that was a bit of a surprise," she said.

"You think?" said April. I was definitely going to let her do the talking.

"I know your sensibilities are shocked, but look at it clinically, academically. This is an entirely different culture, completely foreign to our own, having no ties to it, ever. You may think the world is full of different cultures, but it's not, not in this sense.

What we think of as the civilized world is in fact one large monoculture, with its subcultures having more commonalities than differences. That's because, for the most part, all of the peoples of the world have had contact with each other for thousands of years, and have shared their ideas ever since the dawn of large scale agriculture and the birth of cities.

This culture is entirely apart from that. This is the way things used to be with all humans before we invented agriculture and cities. Our race started with tribes like this one. Every tribe does things differently. Their traditions, everything they think and do, works for them, and they've done it for many thousands of years, and humans had been living in tribes like this for the majority of our period of existence. We think we know better, but they're not destroying the planet like we are, they don't have to worry about crime, homelessness or social security like we do. Who's to say their way isn't better? I'm not saying their specific way, with incestuous marriages and sex rituals, but in general. That's part of why we study them, and why we should really just let them be who they are, and respect their right to live this way.

"Yes Mom, okay, I get it. I respect their right to their own way of life. I was just surprised. I won't judge them for it."

"Good girl. How 'bout you, Wes?"

"I won't judge 'em for it either, I get it," I said.

I turned in a bit early that evening. I needed sleep in order to process the events of the day. After only a little while, April came into the hut. She saw me already lying down and I watched her strip, noticing how good her skin looked as she joined me in the sleeping bag.

She lay down on her side next to me, facing me. "Interesting day, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah," I said, looking at her. She really was very pretty.

"I keep trying to put myself in that girl's place and imagine how I would feel," she said.

"And?" I said.

"I can't quite imagine it. How do you think I would feel if I were born into this tribe? How would you feel? You realize that we'd have wound up married to each other?"

"I'm sure we'd have both found it very ordinary if we were born into a life like this," I said.

She paused to think. "Do you think I'd have made a good wife?" she said.

"Oh, the best," I said.

"Why is that?"

"Well, we get along great. We understand each other very well. We're very comfortable with each other. I have a good time around you. You're an interesting person. I can't see myself getting tired of your company. And you're really very pretty. I'm sure we'd..." I trailed off, unable to finish. How could I finish? Better leave well enough alone.

"We'd what, exactly?" she said, poking my arm.

I felt my face flush. "We'd get along, physically."

"Wes!" She poked my arm again. Her eyes looked slightly surprised but there was a hint of a smile there too, and on her lips. "You mean you think the sex would be good between us?"

"Yeah." I stared at her collarbones. I couldn't look at her face.

"You're probably right," she said, turning over and pressing into me. She reached back for my arm and put it around her.

I grew erect. She had to feel it, but she did nothing to acknowledge it. I did a lot of imagining that night. April and I lived and loved an entire lifetime together in my imagination before sleep overtook me that night.

*

I woke up the next day to see April's hazel eyes looking at mine.

"Good morning," I said, smiling. I realized I had become spoiled, taking it for granted that I would wake to see her face next to mine every morning.

"Good morning," she whispered, smiling back. "I think everyone's still sleeping."

"Okay, whispers only," I said, whispering. The rest of our conversation was whispered.

Are you going to miss living here when we leave?"

"I am," I said. "This is a good way to live. Everyone is happy and appreciated, and taken care of. If only life could be this simple and easy for all of us."

"Would you consider staying, if they let you?" she said.

"I think it's likely they'll have their way of life ruined by civilization before I die of old age," I said. "So it wouldn't make practical sense to remain here."

"That's so sad, but I think you're probably right," she said. "If that weren't the case, though, would you stay?"

"I'd seriously think about staying, yes," I said, "provided you wanted to stay too. Being the only one of my kind here would be far too lonely."

"But you'd have to marry me then. You'd be okay with that?"

"Sure," I said. "Until we run out of soap and toothpaste."

She poked me in the ribs repeatedly, and I tickled her into a fit of stifled laughter.

Satisfied with my retaliation for her poking me, I stopped tickling her, leaving my hands touching her. She was touching my chest and I was touching her sides under her arms, very close to her breasts. Our breathing became more labored. She ran her hands over my chest, looking at them. She looked into my eyes and moved one of my hands over her bra covered breast. I held her gaze as my mouth opened in surprise. I squeezed her gently, and she kissed me right on the lips. A long, full kiss, lips parted and interlocking with mine. I kissed her back. She looked at me after we parted, then rested her forehead against me and rubbed her nose against mine.

The noise of the others getting up brought us back to our surroundings and we got up too. April acted as if nothing strange happened for the rest of the day, so I did too.

*

April behaved differently in our sleeping bag after that. She wrapped herself around me as completely as possible as soon as she was sure no one would notice, and I always found myself connected to her in the morning in the same way. We never discussed it. My cock always got rock hard and it pressed into her every time -- sometimes against her tummy, sometimes against her butt, and sometimes against her thigh, depending on our positions. I never humped against her, I was too timid and guilty to do that. But I wanted to. I just took what she was willing to give me and was grateful. Every night, I lay there pressed against her, fantasizing that we would get married and remain with this tribe the rest of our lives.

*

We saw another big ritual, that of their new year, a nature celebration of sorts, celebrating the equinox. They planted cassava and plantain during the day. In the evening there was music, chanting and dancing in elaborate headdresses and body paint.

*

There came a point where there were just a few days to go before we were to leave for home. Mom told us that she would be taking the team on a trip with one of the elders to a neighboring tribe to get an understanding of marriages between people of different tribes that happened on occasion. The tribe had a marriageable guy but no girl to marry him to, and this was the first step in trying to remedy that.

We weren't allowed to go because Mom deemed it too dangerous, having had no experience with the other tribe. We were to stay here while the crew accompanied Mom. They would leave right after breakfast and return the next day.

The morning of the trip, Mom said goodbye and left shortly after eating. A little while later an argument broke out between a young adult male and an elder. We couldn't understand a word of it. He came near us, still arguing back and forth with the elder, and finally reached out and took April by the arm. She recoiled reflexively, folding her arms up against her chest and leaning into me as if for protection. I put my arms around her. I was pretty sure this was the single guy they had no match for in the tribe.

The elder started proclaiming something with both arms stretched out. We'd learned the word for marriage, and this was one of the few words he used. He said the same phrase three times, at the top of his lungs. The guy stopped arguing and walked away, resentful but calm again, while everyone took turns coming up to us and patting us on the backs, smiling as if we'd just done something to be proud of. I felt sure April would be safe from the guy now. It was as if I'd won a fight for April somehow.

"I think the elder took my side, but we're not out of trouble," I said to April. I have a sneaking suspicion we just got engaged to each other. We have to put a stop to this."

"We can't, Wes, we have to play along, at least until Mom returns. You know what she said. Even the consequences of getting married would be way better than the consequences of refusing. And you could be wrong about the whole thing too. Try to relax and just go with it until Mom gets back and straightens everything out. I'm sure you're overreacting, it'll be fine."

My heart sank as a few of the elders' wives came and led April away. She didn't protest. A few of the elders led me away. I let them. I could be wrong about all of this after all. I hoped I was.

The elders made me hang out with them all day. They gave me a large meal in the early afternoon, and had me smoke tobacco out of a pipe afterward. Late in the afternoon they took me into a hut and dressed me as one of them. They chanted and put paint on me, then led me out to some ceremony where everyone was gathered around.

I saw April then. She was dressed like a tribe member too, in a straw skirt like mine, topless, and painted. I marveled at her exposed breasts for a second -- they were perky and a little smaller than I imagined, with large, puffy, pink nipples that were unreasonably sexy -- and then my attention returned to the more important task of keeping up with what was happening. The music started, and I recognized it. All doubt left me; I had been right. Not only were we engaged, they were marrying us to each other, right fucking now.

I was led to the same area where the other couple sat, as was April. We sat down. I looked at April, a question in my eyes. She looked back at me with a calm smile, clearly accepting the situation a hundred times easier than I was.

The music stopped. I knew there wasn't much time to make a decision now. I needed to talk to April. "What are we going to do? What about Mom? Can't we say no?"

"Of course not, you heard what Mom told us. It would be dangerous to complain. Just go with it, it's not the end of the world. Let me take care of you, Wes. Don't get uptight. Just have fun with it. We may as well. Really, it's okay."

She stood up, holding her hand out to me. I rose and took it. We walked forward, facing the crowd. April faced me and I faced her, following her lead. She removed her skirt, revealing her naked body. I removed my skirt, looking at her and listening to the crowd gathered to watch us. Looking into my eyes, she reached out and felt my cock with her hand, smiling at the touch. I wasn't hard. I was far too nervous and self conscious.

"Will you be happy, being married to me?" she said.

"Yes," I said, reluctantly but truthfully. As uncomfortable as I was at being forced into this, and at how Mom would react when either we or the elder got around to telling her about this, I couldn't lie to April. I would be happy, for the little while that it would last -- a day or so.

"Will I make a good wife?" she said.

"I'm sure you will," I said.

She looked down my body, moving her free hand over my chest and stomach, my cock still in her hand. Taking her lead, I looked down at her and ran a hand up her arms and over her collarbones. She pulled my hand over one of her breasts, allowing me to feel that incredible nipple. "Will the sex be good?" she said.

I was rock hard now. "Definitely," I said.

April kept hold of my cock and led me back to our hut. I felt like I must be dreaming. She led me to our sleeping bag and got on her knees, pulling me with her. She lay down on her back. We heard and saw the tribespeople watching us from outside, peeking through the gaps in the walls.

"Follow my lead and they'll all go away in no time," said April. Our eyes were locked. She didn't wait for me, she pulled me down by the hand.

"Lie your body on mine, Wes," she said.

I did, propped up on my elbows, and it felt incredible -- stomachs, legs and chests touching, her face so close to mine, and my cock pressing against her lower stomach. I was nervous, scared and excited.

"I'm a virgin, by the way," I said, looking into her pretty face. I thought she must know, but I wanted to be sure she did. I was not only really shy, I really wasn't sure of what I was doing and I wanted her to understand.

"Me too, Wes, but I lost my hymen a long time ago by myself, so I know you won't hurt me. Move lower," she said.

I slid down, acutely aware of her smooth skin against my cock, and then of her pubic hair brushing me, and then her soft, moist lips caressing my cock. I gasped at the increase in pleasure as I slid against her wet folds, humping back and forth. Nothing ever felt remotely this good before.

I couldn't believe we were doing this. I had fantasized about April, sure, but I never intended to actually do anything sexual with her. I didn't even dry hump her, even after all the closeness we started enjoying. I shouldn't be experiencing this. But it felt so good. I wished those people would leave and we could just stay like this, doing this, forever.

"Move a little bit lower, I'll show you what to do," she said, breathing heavily.

I did, and I felt her hand holding me, guiding me.

"There, now push into me," she said.

I pushed slowly, and my pleasure increased by a factor of at least ten. I slid into pure heaven. I had no idea women were this exquisitely wet and soft inside. I could never have imagined how good I felt inside her. I was so unprepared for the way her vagina kissed, hugged and swallowed my cock that I started cumming before I could slide all the way in. I didn't stop pushing until I was all the way inside her though. I couldn't, or we'd face dire consequences from the tribe.

Moaning, she wrapped her arms and legs around me. "Ohhh Wes, that's so good," she said quietly.

We remained like that, connected as thoroughly as possible.

"They're not leaving," I said. The tribespeople remained silhouetted around the walls of the hut.

"Move yourself in and out a bit," she said.

I started moving, sliding my cock out of her, and was rewarded with more of the same intense pleasure. I moved halfway out and then all the way back in again, and kept repeating the motion. God, this felt so good, a part of me wished it would never end. I was fucking my sister and I loved it.

"Oh god, that's sooo good Wes, keep going," she said, bucking her hips in sync with my motions.

I heard whoops and cheers as the tribespeople satisfied themselves that we were fucking. I saw the silhouettes disappear and was relieved it was just me and April now, perfectly alone.

"They're gone now, we can stop," I said, sliding away from her and regretting that I couldn't keep going. I didn't want this to end.

"Don't you dare stop, Wes, I need you, I need this," she said, bucking herself toward me, reversing the motion of my cock inside her.

I gasped in shock and pleasure. "April, I'm your brother, we can't do this," I said. This was bad enough as it was. I didn't want to add to the problem.

"Yes, you're my brother," she said, still bucking against me, and I couldn't help but move in and out of her as she spoke. "And you're also my husband and I want you so much, so fuck me. Fuck your sister, fuck your wife."

I couldn't help myself -- I moved in and out of her faster and my feelings poured out. "Oh god, you feel so good and you're so fucking beautiful, I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life."

I got off my elbows, supported myself with my hands and used my whole body to achieve my goal of sliding my cock in and out of April's pussy as much as I could for as long as I could.

April's hips bucked back and forth, working with me until our pace and breathing increased. A sheen of sweat coated each of our bodies, connecting us even further.

I took her legs in my hands and raised them up and apart in an effort to get my cock as deep inside her as possible. Soon every thrust forward was rewarded with my balls pressing against her.

"Ohhh, Wes, that's so good," she moaned, looking into my eyes. "Take me, use me, love me, I belong to you now."

I was pumping my cock in and out of her furiously now. Loud, wet slapping sounds proved our passion to the tribe outside. I don't know where the stamina came from but I just could not stop, I was possessed. I fucked the living daylights out of April that day. It was her ranting that finally sent me over the edge.

"God, Wes, I'm cumming again! Promise you'll never stop fucking me! I need you in me every fucking day, filling me full of your cum! I'm gonna take such good care of you and your sexy cock!"

I felt my cock get even more sensitive and my pleasure peaked as my cum shot into April's sweet vagina. I kept going, wanting this pleasure to last forever. A minute or so later we relaxed into more gentle fucking and I kissed April all over -- lips, neck, shoulders, arms, clavicle, breasts, nipples.

"Oh yeah, I love you Wes, keep loving me," she said softly, her hands in my hair and her legs wrapped around me.

I slid out of her as my lips went below her breasts to her stomach, delighting in her lovely, soft skin. My lips trailed lower, to her navel and beyond, tracing the little line of peach fuzz from her navel to her pubic mound. I kissed her mound and rubbed my cheek against her soft hair before kissing the cleft of her sex.

"Mmm, don't stop Wes," she said, her hips writhing in anticipation.

I used my thumbs to pull her outer labia apart and placed slow, soft kisses down her cleft, starting at the top. I felt her secret folds with my lips and stuck my tongue out to taste them. She tasted lovely. Earthy, musky, secret. This was April. My beautiful sister. My beautiful wife now. Slick with desire. Oh, the sex was good. So good. I explored every secret fold with eyes, lips and tongue, learning what she liked from her moans and rants. I wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible, and I selfishly wanted to devour her.

I grabbed her ass in my hands and made out with her sex, thumbs against her anus. My tongue entered her vagina first, followed by my fingers as my mouth found more sensitive areas to lick, kiss and suck.

I felt the contractions of her orgasm around my fingers as she pushed my head down against her after flicking my tongue furiously over her clit for some time. My tongue didn't stop until she pushed me away and pulled me up to her.

She kissed me, open mouthed, her tongue dancing with mine. We stayed like that for a long time. We couldn't get enough of each other.

We finally exhausted each other and had to stop. I lay beside her on my back, and she wrapped herself around me and nuzzled my neck.

"The sex is good," she said, giggling, paraphrasing her comment of a while back.

"So good," I said, pressing my head to hers and rubbing her arm with my hand.

We fell asleep holding each other.

*

I woke and smiled immediately. How could I not? April's face was the first thing I saw.

"Good morning," she said, smiling at me.

"Good morning, you," I said, smiling back. "So -- how do you feel? About... things."

She gave me an open mouth kiss that took my breath away -- lips locked to mine, passionate and full of tongue.

She stopped, saying, "Does that answer your question? What about you. How do you feel about things?"

I gave her the same open mouth kiss right back. I wanted to kiss her like that for the next couple of hours, but I broke apart after a few seconds.

"Does that answer yours?" I said.

She laughed, tickling me. I tickled her back. She was my wife, sure, but she was also still my sister.

Once we calmed down again, April brought us back to reality. "I suppose we're expected to go back out there now. I know you're not crazy about crowds at the best of times, so just look at me and forget about everything else so you can cum out there, okay?"

Some internal organ did a backflip inside me at the thought. "Okay, I'll try," I said.

"Just look at me and nothing else," she said. "I do want to feel your cock on my lips and in my mouth. I've thought about it a lot recently, but I'm not doing it now. We have to get through the ritual, we have to do it out there. It'll be good just like everything else, don't worry. I'll take care of you, Wes, okay?"

"Okay. Let's get this over with," I said. We found our skirts inside the hut and put them on. Someone must have placed them there during the night. We could hear everyone making ordinary everyday noise outside.

April led me out of the hut by the hand. It felt weird to see April walk out of the hut topless. I wasn't crazy about letting everyone see her like that. I was sure I'd never be okay with that. I couldn't help being conditioned by where I grew up, after all.

I could tell from the position of the sun that we'd slept in late -- it was probably time for the second meal of the day. I hoped no one had to wait for us before eating. It only took seconds before the music started and we were being led to the now familiar area. Predictably, we were seated next to one another.

We ate our breakfast -- it was especially good. I wondered if the food was specially prepared or if it just tasted good because I was hungry. I tried pacing my eating with April's because I didn't want to finish before her and wind up waiting and worrying about what was to come. Eating the food was helping to keep my mind occupied.

We finished our food and the old women took the thatched trays away. The music stopped and everyone watched us. The pounding drums started. This was it, showtime.

April stood up, and I followed suit. We walked forward a few steps and then faced one another. April removed her skirt, and I did the same.

"It's just you and me, Wes, just keep your eyes on me," she said, kneeling in front of me. A small smile played on her lips as she looked at my cock, my pubic hair, my lower stomach and my balls, taking it all in. She ran her hand over my stomach between my navel and pubic hair, watching her hand over my body. Her eyes traveled over my cock and down to my balls. Her other hand cupped my balls. That felt good. Her fingers moved, lightly caressing my ballsack. She looked up into my eyes, smiling. Then she looked at my cock again, kneeling and bending over so her face was lower than before, below my genitals, and she leaned her neck up so I could see her whole face clearly.

She kissed my balls for the first time. Seeing her lips on me like that was such a turn on. It felt good too. Then she stuck her tongue out and licked my ballsack, right on the ridge in the middle of my sack, sending a thrill of pleasure to my brain. My mouth fell open and my eyes relaxed, closing slightly. I wanted more. She licked me up and down, not moving her face but flicking her tongue. God that felt great. Then she started flicking her tongue side to side. So fucking good. My cock was inflating. Her flicking tongue traveled up my sack, remaining on the center ridge that ran up the middle until it reached the base of my rapidly hardening cock.

She kept moving up the underside of my cock, flicking her tongue against me. I was rock hard now, and her tongue was dancing over the sensitive spot below the head. I couldn't believe the sight -- my sister with my cock in her pretty face, those perfect, soft lips against me, licking my most sensitive spot so I would cum all over her. Her ragged breath against my cock. Her hands on my thighs.

"Have you thought about me doing this to you?" she said, her lips tickling my cock as she spoke.

"Yes, I sure have," I said.

"For how long," she said. Flicking that tongue against me, looking at me.

"Years," I said. Well, it was the honest truth. She was beautiful and I couldn't keep her out of my fantasies.

"Oh god, me too," she said, and her expression was pure lust. I couldn't believe it. She'd wanted me? "You're so fucking hot," she said, and she wrapped her lips around my cock, still looking at me with unfiltered lust, still flicking her tongue against me.

I came, right in her mouth. Fuck, she felt good, and she looked just as good. At the first spurt she popped me out of her mouth and guided my cock all over her face, rubbing the head of my cock against her sweet, pretty skin as it kept spurting, covering her in cum. Once I was spent she stood up, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, still looking at me. The drums stopped, and she turned to the crowd.

God did she look depraved, standing there on display for all to see. Her face was covered in cum. It was on her freckled nose and cheeks, her forehead and eyebrows, her mouth and jaws, and in her hair. Her tongue stuck out and down from her mouth, lying flat against her chin in a "U" shape, coated and dripping with my gooey semen.

I saw April's eyes go wide and she froze, mouth still agape and tongue out. Her mouth and tongue relaxed but her eyes remained wide. I followed her gaze into the crowd to see Mom and the rest of the crew. They had returned. They were staring at us, especially at April, naked and covered in my cum. They had to know just what this meant, too. Their expressions were frozen. I could tell that they realized exactly what had transpired since they left us here to fend for ourselves, and they were having trouble wrapping their heads around it.

The next thing I noticed was that João was filming us. Just when did they arrive? How much of this did they get on film? Okay, this was bad. I looked back to April and she was looking at me. I motioned that we should go into the hut and grabbed her hand. We walked to the hut. Boy, was that a long walk.

"Wipe your face clean with that," I said, giving her one of my tee shirts, "and let's get our clothes on before everyone comes in."

April cleaned herself up and we put our clothes on. She hugged me, saying, "Don't worry, it'll be okay." We parted after a few minutes and she held onto my arm as we faced the hut's entrance, waiting. Mom walked in a few minutes later. She came right up to us and hugged us.

"I'm so sorry, kids," said Mom. The elders told us what happened. They married you in order to keep the other single male from having sex with April.

"But I thought the elders arranged marriages. How is it they would let that guy just drag me off like that?" April said.

"They arrange marriages, but sex between unmarried people is just fine with them," said Mom. "The elders have no interest in controlling that. And they don't feel the way we do about a woman's right to say no. I didn't find that out until speaking with the elder just now.

"I'm so sorry. I really messed up. I should never have left you alone. I should never have invited you to come with me on this trip. You did the right thing in going along with the marriage -- that kept you safe from even worse harm. I hope you can forgive me someday," she said, releasing us from her embrace and looking down at the ground. "You must be extremely angry and outraged. I'll do everything I can to make it up to you. Anything you want, from now on." I could tell she was sorry as well as mortified. She wasn't able to look us in the eye. She went back outside, leaving us alone.

We left the hut eventually, to eat and do our other ordinary things. The crew didn't look at us. They must have felt really guilty too.

This went on for a day or two. Mom seemed to accept the situation the fastest. Paolo, João and Cleosa decided they could look at us now, but they looked as us guiltily and seemingly tried to avoid us.

*

April and I spent the night the same way as before our wedding, wrapped around each other.

The night after that, I woke to April poking me. I was on my back and she was hugging me, a hand on my chest and a leg wrapped over me as usual. I felt her soft thigh against my hard cock through my boxer briefs. My hand went to her thigh. Her hair tickled my arm and her lips tickled my ear as she whispered to me, "Everyone's sleeping, I don't want to wake 'em up". I nodded.

She moved her thigh back and forth over me, rubbing against my underwear covered cock. "Is this okay?" she whispered, tickling my ear again.

I turned my head to face hers and moved my nose against hers. I ran my hand up her thigh and gasped when I realized she wasn't wearing panties. My hand went to her chest and felt only skin, and a perfect puffy nipple. She was completely naked. I bucked my cock against her thigh and kissed her lips, softly and quietly. She kissed me back, breathing more heavily.

Her hand went to the waistband of my underwear and pushed down. It wasn't very effective at pushing my underwear down but I got the idea and removed my briefs. We went back to kissing and she ran her thigh across my cock and her hand over my body.

She slid her body on top of mine and guided my cock into her. I slid inside her easily. I had a very hard time controlling my breathing so that we didn't make too much noise. We lay there, slowly fucking and kissing for a long time. She did most of the work, bucking against me and playing with my hair while I felt her soft body in my hands. I came inside her and she didn't stop at all. That was fine with me. I wished it would never end. She eventually tired and slept on top of me.

I woke to find April dressed but lying down still. The others were stirring. She handed me a clean pair of boxer briefs and whispered to me, "I already cleaned us off using your boxer briefs. Put these clean ones on."

I did, and I got up and into my clothes. April and I shared knowing smiles. No one knew we were still having sex.

*

After another night of just snuggling in our sleeping bag it was time for us to leave. One more trek and another night spent in our tents again and we were on at the plane back home. The flight home was long, just like the flight over. Jet lag hit us pretty hard after that. We went straight to our rooms as soon as we got home, and I slept on top of the blankets without bothering to take off my clothes.

I woke and looked at the clock. 1:15. I had no idea if that was AM or PM. I had to look at my phone to see what day it was. 1PM, Tuesday afternoon. We boarded the plane on Monday morning. I still felt wiped out but I knew I needed to eat, so after a visit to the bathroom for a shower I went to the kitchen.

April was there, freshly showered, dressed in olive short shorts and a pink tank top. "Hi," she said, "have some," pushing her plate toward me.

She put her head on my shoulder as I ate.

"Where's Mom?" I said.

"Still sleeping," she said, watching me eat. "Let's watch TV and relax," she said when I was done. I followed her to the couch in the den. She found a movie we hadn't seen and started it playing. I was too tired to care what it was.

April snuggled up to me, one arm and her head on my shoulder and the other arm on my stomach. We paid attention to the movie for the most part, but her hand started slowly, almost absently moving around on my stomach, eventually traveling to my chest and then down to my sweat shorts. She pushed my tee shirt up a bit on her next trip up my stomach but she soon reversed direction again and moved her hand onto my bare stomach, running it along the waistband of my shorts.

I got an erection. It was clearly visible through my shorts, pointing towards April and my hip, the tip coming to the waistband, begging to be released. April reached for my waistband but I stopped her. "We can't, April, we're not married here. It feels really wrong. We should go back to being just brother and sister. Isn't that the right thing to do?

"I suppose," April sighed. Here eyes were glassy with tears pooling in them. She laid her head on my shoulder and stayed silent. We watched TV. I felt as sad as she did, but what choice did we have? The world would never understand. There was no future for us as husband and wife.

"I'll always love you more than a brother should," I said, "but we have to start dating other people, and put things back to normal."

"I know, you're right," said April. She sounded sad, but I knew if I could do this and be okay with it, she definitely could.

*

We did just that over the next couple of months. I started dating one of my classmates and April started dating some guy she met at a coffee shop at the mall while clothes shopping. We even went on a double date to the movies once. Our dates were both really great people. We should have been happy. But I wasn't, and I sensed that maybe she wasn't either. Eventually I decided to ask April about it.

"You don't seem as happy as I would've thought you'd be, now that you have a boyfriend," I said.

"You're right, I'm not. I should be, but I'm not," said April.

"What's wrong?"

"I think you know what's wrong," said April. "He's not you. And you don't seem happy either. Or did I get that wrong?"

"No, you're right," I said. "But what can we do?"

"We can stop pretending and be together," said April. She held her face up to mine and looked into my eyes.

I looked into her eyes, then at those cute freckles I was addicted to, and I kissed her. She kissed me back. It was long and full of love. She was right. I was perfectly happy with April. No one else would do.

I got rid of my girlfriend, as politely as possible, and April got rid of her boyfriend. We continued our relationship, and having sex, keeping it secret from our Mom and the rest of the world. Until the day she found out, that is.

*

April had come home just minutes ago, and greeted me in the living room in the usual way -- she pushed me down, pulled her panties off and sat right on my face. I was eating her out and she was riding my mouth and nose until she got off of me, pulled my pants and underwear off and impaled herself on my hard cock. We were fucking like bunnies when we heard Mom's voice. Apparently we didn't hear her coming through the front door.

"April, what the hell? In the living room?"

April got up off of me and sat on the couch facing Mom. I got up and sat on the couch next to April, trying to muster up as much dignity as possible with my shiny wet boner jutting up from between my legs.

"Oh my god, what are you two doing?" said Mom, shocked at our behavior.

"Mom, we tried dating other people but we weren't happy. In Brazil you said you'd do anything to make it up to us. Did you mean it?" I said.

"Yes, I meant it, but this..." said Mom.

"Look, April and I want to be together. We didn't ask to be thrown together, but you let that happen, and we tried to be happy apart and it didn't work. So I want you to be happy that we're together," I said. "Or at least just accept it and don't judge us for it. And don't try and change our minds. The same way you didn't judge that tribe for it. All considered, I think that'd be fair."

"Okay, honey, I suppose I can do that."

"Thank you," I said.

"Of course, kids, I love you," she said, hugging April and me. "This is unexpected and quite shocking, really, but the blame is mine. Just give me some time, I'll get used to it.

"We love you too, Mom," we said together.

Sure, we have to hide our special relationship from the world, but at home we're free to be ourselves.

END