The cool night air of the Kabua village was a sharp contrast to the stifling, electric tension thick within the sisters' hut. Sara lay rigid under the rough woven blanket, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She was not in a good mood; in fact, she was drowning in a toxic cocktail of resentment and unacknowledged longing.
"I am the one who has been tending to him for the past week," she whispered into the darkness, her voice a jagged thread of frustration. "I risked everything to help him, yet he just let her take over like that. He didn't even notice I was standing there like a fool." She clutched the edges of the blanket, her knuckles white. The realization of her own hypocrisy hit her like a physical blow—she had claimed her motives were purely clinical, yet the sight of Lara kneeling before Fuyu had sparked a territorial fire she couldn't extinguish. "Why am I feeling like this? I should be relieved that the burden is shared, but... it's making me feel wretched."
The imagery replayed behind her eyelids with agonizing clarity: Lara's seductive posture, the moonlight catching the curve of her back, and the intense, rhythmic movement as she serviced him. She could almost hear the wet, squelching sounds and Fuyu's guttural groans of surrender. It made Sara's stomach flip with irritation, yet beneath that, a deep, pulsating wetness gathered between her own thighs. She found herself desperately wanting to know the details—how did Fuyu feel under Lara's tongue? Was he more satisfied with her?
"That girl is a problem," Sara thought, her mind spiraling. "I haven't even taught her such things, yet she acts so shamelessly in front of me. And Fuyu... I hate him in this moment. He didn't even say a word to stop her. If he had asked, I would have licked him clean myself. I would have coated him in my own heat... but he didn't even give me the chance."
The silence was broken fifteen minutes later by the rustle of the entrance flap. Fuyu and Lara slipped back into the room, their silhouettes backlit by the dying embers of the communal fire outside. Both wore expressions of dazed satisfaction. Sara sat up abruptly, her eyes sharp and predatory.
"Are you guys done?" she asked, her voice tight and clipped.
Lara, fueled by a rush of adrenaline and pride, began to whisper an excited, detailed account of her "success." Sara listened with a bitter, frozen smile. As they shed their outer layers to sleep next to her, Sara's gaze drifted to Fuyu's groin. He was flaccid now, spent and relaxed.
"Hah... seems she really did an impressive job," Sara thought, the jealousy twisting like a knife.
"Oh, that's good," Sara said aloud, her voice dripping with forced sweetness. "I'm happy you've found a partner and a helper, Fuyu. It seems you're in good hands."
Lara beamed, tapping her bare chest, her firm breasts jiggling slightly in the dim light. "I am much more than just a helper," she declared. Fuyu remained silent, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.
"I can see that," Sara replied, her gaze lingering on Lara before turning stern. "But remember: not a word of this to anyone. Not even about Lara's 'feelings' for you. The tribe would not understand."
"We know, Big Sister," they replied in unison.
"One last thing," Sara added, her tone shifting to something more somber. "Tomorrow morning, I will be leaving for my own hut with Yasu. Our stay here has been long enough."
The announcement hit Fuyu like a physical blow. He lunged forward, his hand catching Sara's wrist. "Wait... why? Why now?"
Sara was taken aback by the desperation in his grip. "Because I have a home, Fuyu. I have responsibilities. I can't stay here forever."
"But what about helping me?" Fuyu's voice was cracked with emotion, surprising both sisters.
"You have Lara now," Sara argued, looking toward her sister. "She is clearly capable and you both seem quite... satisfied with each other. You don't need me anymore."
"No!" Fuyu's voice was firm, almost a command. "I do need your help. Your touch... it is magical, Sara. It is different from hers. I need you to touch me whenever I crave it. That is all."
The confession sent a jolt of pure electricity through Sara's spine. Her heart raced—it felt like a declaration of love, raw and forbidden. Even Lara felt a pang of jealousy mixed with a strange, voyeuristic excitement. Sara struggled to maintain her composure.
"Aww, Fuyu, don't say such things to me," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Tell that to your partner."
"She is not my partner!" Fuyu clarified, his eyes burning into Sara's. "Lara and I are doing this for the pleasure of it. We are not going to marry. It is for fun. But you... you were the first. I cannot help but crave your specific touch."
Sara felt the walls of her resolve crumbling. The feeling in her chest was identical to the passion she had felt when she first conceived with Yasu. It was wrong, it was taboo, but in the dark of the hut, morals felt like a distant memory.
"I... I am not abandoning you," Sara finally breathed. "If you truly need me that much, you know where my hut is. Come there when the moon is high and the others are asleep. I will be waiting."
Fuyu didn't wait for another word. He pulled her into a fierce hug. Their bare bodies collided—Sara's lush, soft breasts, swollen with her pregnancy, pressed firmly against Fuyu's hard, youthful chest. The sensation was a heavenly pillow of heat. Fuyu leaned into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
"Thank you, Big Sister. I love you. I'm going to miss you so much."
"I love you too, little brother," Sara whispered back, her arms winding around him with a passion she had never shown before. "It is my duty to help you. Never forget that you can always come to me."
Lara, feeling the pull of their intimacy, wrapped her arms around them both. "I love you both too!" she chirped. The three of them collapsed back onto the mats, tangled together in a complex knot of limbs and secrets. For the first time, the bond between them felt truly unbreakable—a shared sin that made them more than siblings.
Hours passed. The rhythmic breathing of the sisters signaled they had finally succumbed to the day's exhaustion. But Fuyu lay wide awake, the spirit within him humming with a dark, restless energy. The satisfaction of the backyard had faded, replaced by a deep, investigative curiosity regarding Sara.
Quietly, with the stealth of a forest predator, Fuyu slipped beneath the heavy communal blanket. He crawled toward Sara, his heart thumping against the floor. He reached out, his fingers finding the heavy, silk-soft curve of her breast. He traced the circumference, marveling at the weight and the warmth. Sara shifted in her sleep but did not wake.
His thumb grazed her nipple. Even in her sleep, her body responded; the pink peak grew hard and erect under his teasing touch. Fuyu couldn't resist. He leaned down, taking the nipple into his mouth, suckling with the needy intensity of a babe, yet fueled by the lust of a man. He stayed there for a long time, reveling in the taste of her skin and the softness of her form, a ritual he had secretly performed for several nights now.
Emboldened, his hand traveled downward. He felt the broad, seductive flare of her hips and the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass. His fingers traced the deep valley of her crack, feeling the smoothness of her skin. He moved with agonizing slowness, ensuring she remained in the depths of her slumber.
Finally, he reached her "sacred place." He noted the difference immediately—where Lara was smooth and hairless, Sara possessed a thick, soft bush of dark curls. He parted the hair with his fingers, finding the damp, hidden lips of her pussy. He brought his face close, his nostrils flaring.
The scent was divine—an intoxicating, earthy musk that spoke of fertility and womanhood. It was a heavy, alluring aroma that bypassed his reason and went straight to his loins. Despite having emptied his balls earlier, the mere scent of Sara's essence made his manhood snap back to life, becoming as hard as a ritual stone. He leaned in, intending to taste her nectar, but the tickle of the hair against his nose made him pause. He didn't want to risk waking her—not tonight.
He retreated slowly, settling back into his spot between the two women. As he finally closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the image of Sara's hut. Tomorrow, a new chapter of their secret would begin, away from the prying eyes of the village and the watchful gaze of their parents.