The cool night air of the hut seemed to vanish, replaced by the suffocating, electric heat radiating from the mattress where the three of them lay. Sara, having finally claimed the thick, throbbing length of Fuyu's manhood in her palm, felt a surge of adrenaline that made her heart hammer against her ribs. She didn't just hold it; she began to stroke it with a rhythmic, rapid intensity. She was a woman possessed by a sudden, desperate hunger to experience every inch of this taboo sensation. Her skin buzzed where it met his, and for a moment, the world outside—her husband Yasu sleeping just a room away, her pregnancy, the strict morals of the Kabua tribe—all dissolved into the friction of her palm against his velvet heat.
After a few breathless moments of rocking him, her hand slid downward, past the base of the shaft to the heavy, low-hanging sack beneath. She cupped his large balls in her palm, marveling at their weight and the way they pulsed in tandem with his ragged breathing. Fuyu flinched, his back arching slightly as a low, gutteral sound vibrated in his throat.
"Big sister..." Fuyu's voice was a ragged groan of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He reached down instinctively, his hand catching hers and squeezing it, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
The sound of his voice, so full of raw Need, snapped Sara back to her senses. She stopped the movement but didn't pull away. Her palm remained wrapped firmly around him, her thumb tracing the ridge of a prominent vein. She looked into his eyes, her own shimmering with a dark, unholy interest.
"Yeah, Fuyu. I'm just trying to understand your situation... don't worry, alright?" she whispered, her voice honeyed and deceptive. She was buying time, her mind racing for ways to justify keeping this hot, veiny meat in her hand for just a few minutes longer. "You'll feel things like that, it's natural. But tell me this—when you woke up this morning like this, what exactly did you do? Did it just go down on its own, or did you... intervene?"
Fuyu's face, already flushed, turned a shade of deep crimson that was visible even in the dim moonlight. "Huh... that I... I..."
"Yes, what?" Lara interjected, leaning closer over Fuyu's shoulder. She was caught in a vortex of curiosity, her gaze fixed on where her sister's hand met Fuyu's groin. She had never seen a man look so vulnerable and so powerful at the same time.
"I did something," Fuyu admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "But... it's just so embarrassing. I can't say it."
"What could be so embarrassing?" Lara mocked, her voice tilting into a playful, taunting register. "It's not like we haven't seen you as a child, pissing all over the backyard. We've seen everything you have, Fuyu. Why be shy now?"
Fuyu felt a fresh wave of shame. Urinating in front of his sisters was a matter of survival and practicality in their primitive life; it carried no weight. But this—this feeling of fire in his loins and the way he had sought relief in the shadows—felt like a secret that changed the very nature of their relationship.
"Big sister..." Fuyu pleaded, looking to Sara for protection from Lara's sharp tongue.
Sara clicked her tongue, giving Lara a stern look. "Lara, stop it. Don't make fun of him. He's going through a change." She turned back to Fuyu, her hand giving him a reassuring, firm squeeze. "She's right about one thing, though—we are your sisters. We're like a second mother to you. Whatever you did, no matter how 'nasty' you think it is, we won't judge you. But I can't help you if I don't know how your body is reacting."
Fuyu let out a shaky breath, finally crumbling under their combined pressure. "Uh... that... I touched it. Like you are doing. I moved my hand up and down, and it felt... amazing. And then it went down after a while, but something came out. It was... yellowish."
A heavy silence fell over the room. Both girls felt a sudden, sharp pang in the pits of their stomachs. Lara's mouth went dry, a strange, persistent tingling beginning to bloom in her own nether regions—a sensation she, as a virgin, had no name for but found terrifyingly addictive.
"Yellowish, you say?" Sara prompted, her voice thick. "Tell us more. How did it feel when it came out? Was there a scent?"
Fuyu, now fully immersed in the confession, described the act of masturbation in grueling detail—how the pleasure had built like a storm, how he had spat his seeds onto the stone floor, and how the air had filled with an alluring, musky scent that was both repulsive and intoxicating.
By the time he finished, the atmosphere in the room had shifted from clinical to something deeply, dangerously charged. Sara and Lara exchanged a look—a silent communication between sisters who both knew that Fuyu's "innocence" was a facade he had already cracked himself. Sara realized that if Fuyu already knew how to relieve himself, his presence in their room wasn't just about the cold; it was an unspoken invitation.
"Fuyu, I see," Sara said, her voice trembling slightly. "Well, you didn't need to be afraid. We didn't laugh, did we?" She looked at him, her gaze lingering on his lips. "But it seems it's back now. Do you want me to help you? Waking the others would be a disaster, and finding you a wife in the middle of winter is impossible. Mother said the neighboring tribes won't trade for mates until the spring thaw."
Lara watched her sister, her eyes wide. She realized Sara wasn't just offering a sibling's help; she was looking for an outlet for her own suppressed desires. Pregnancy had turned Sara into a cauldron of frustration, her husband Yasu being strictly forbidden from touching her.
"Yes," Lara added, her voice surprisingly steady. "Relieving him is a matter of village safety. If he's distracted at the farm tomorrow, he might get hurt or slack off, and we can't afford that. If a mate is months away, he needs a solution now."
Fuyu looked between them, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. "It would be good if you helped me, Sister. But... how?"
Sara's smile was predatory. "I've learned the 'treatments' for this. It's a woman's duty to understand these things. But we can't do it here; the others might hear. Follow me."
"Wait for me! I'm coming too!" Lara scrambled out from under the blanket.
"Why you?" Sara snapped.
"Because I'm his sister too! And I need to learn... for when I'm married," Lara countered, her face flushing.
Sara sighed, but the thrill of the "audience" only added to her arousal. "Fine. But put your clothes on. The wind is biting tonight."
The trio slipped out of the hut, their feet silent on the cold earth. They reached the backyard, a secluded area shielded by the high mud walls of the storage huts. The moon hung low, casting long, distorted shadows.
"Fuyu, come here. Let me see the problem," Sara commanded.
Fuyu stepped forward, his heart in his throat. Sara reached out and lifted his leaf skirt, exposing the rigid, nine-inch pillar of heat. Even in the cold, it stood defiant, a deep purple-red in the moonlight. Sara let out a soft, sharp intake of breath. "My, my... you really are persistent."
She began to touch him, her hands moving with a calculated, rough force. Fuyu nearly collapsed, his knees buckling as the sensation of her soft, firm palms—so different from his own calloused hands—began to work his flesh. He felt the blood humming in his ears, a white-hot spark jumping from her skin to his.
"Sara, you're making it stiffer," Lara whispered from the shadows, her eyes glued to the sight. "Are you even curing him? It looks like it's going to burst."
"I am curing him; just watch," Sara hissed. She leaned in, gathering a mouthful of saliva and coating her hand before applying it to the head of his cock. The slick, wet friction made Fuyu jolt as if struck by lightning. Sara felt a surge of triumph. She was determined to make this more intense for him than anything he could do alone. If she couldn't outdo his own hand, she would consider herself a failure as a woman.
"How does it feel, Fuyu?" she whispered, her face inches from his.
"Aghh... so good... ahh... please, don't stop," Fuyu gasped, his head lolling back.
"Then shoot for me," Sara urged, her stroking becoming a blur of motion. "Shoot everything you have... give it to your sister..."
The build-up was short. Fuyu was a novice, and Sara's expert, lubricated touch was more than his body could handle. With a sudden, strangled cry, he stiffened, his entire body vibrating as he erupted. Thick, hot jets of cum splashed into Sara's waiting palms. She didn't flinch; she watched with wide, mesmerized eyes as she caught every drop of his life-force.
Fuyu slumped against the wall of the hut, huffing like a wounded animal as the tension finally drained out of him. Lara stood frozen, her own breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she stared at the white fluid glistening on her sister's hands.
"How are you feeling now?" Sara asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She squeezed her hand into a fist, the sticky fluid making a squishy, "puch-puch" sound that echoed in the quiet night. She meticulously cleaned his shaft with her fingers, ensuring no trace remained.
"Relieved," Fuyu managed to say, his voice weak.
"Good. Go back inside. I'll be there after I wash this off," Sara said.
"Wait... I need to pee," Fuyu muttered.
"Go ahead. Or do you need me to hold it for you too?" Sara teased. Fuyu's face burned, and he quickly stepped to the side to relieve himself before scurrying back into the hut.
As he lay back down on the mattress, the dopamine crash hit him like a physical weight. The excitement was gone, replaced by a hollow, gnawing sense of shame and confusion. He felt like he had crossed a line he could never uncross. He looked at the empty space beside him, waiting for his sisters to return, his mind swirling with questions he was too afraid to ask. What was that yellowish stuff really? And why, despite the relief, did he feel like he had just lost something he could never get back?