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Warning: This fictional story depicts sexual acts between two Indian girls,
a man with both girls and a boy with a girl. It also mentions how two boys
liked to butt-fuck each other! If reading about such things is illegal in
your country, you're under aged (and shouldn't be reading sex stories...
yet!) or you're not into this kind of sex then STOP READING NOW!

This short story is an 'off branch' from the "Willow Bird, Warrior" series
where Rain Dancer was introduced. Her brief involvement with Willow Bird is
an important story element. Its consequences will unfold in "Shaman Willow
Bird" series. For the boy/lover purest, be assured that my dabbling in
boy/girl love comes from a short-lived curiosity to write about it and the
basis for a future story plot.

Reading the ending part to "Willow Bird, Warrior" (part 10) provides the
background for what's happening in this story though what I've written in
this account can stand on its own.

1/2000
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SEED-RITE                                      "Sisters' Rite of Passing Seed"
'Willow Bird, Warrior' series                   Copyright 2000 by Vince Water
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*            THE SISTERS' RITE OF PASSING SEED FROM ONE TO THE OTHER         *

     The two satisfied boys were left dripping in the woods. What Rain
Dancer had won from them would please her older sister, she knew so with
quick legs, the girl skipped back to the tipi camp. Father Sun was already
falling from the height of His sky. She realized that her sister should be
finished with her morning chores and could likely be found at home.

     Rain Dancer was a slim Indian youth of eleven. She didn't have a
pretty face but knew how to use her fists. She liked playing games with the
other boys in her tribe that tested her strength and cunning against them;
she wasn't your typical shy little girl. That's what sometimes got her into
trouble. Her mother was often scolding her about it and her father tried
hiding his embarrassment, leaving the matter solely in the care of his
wife.  Only Spring-flowers-in-her-hair, the girl's older sister understood
her unique spirit and embraced it.

     The two sisters were very close. Rain Dancer always went to Open
Flower (her nickname for her older sister and only used when they were
alone) for advice on anything that troubled her. Of late, her growing body
arose mature feelings in the girl. She was glad that her older sister
embraced her desires.

     Spring-flowers-in-her-hair was fifteen. She was Holds Rein's wife,
himself a feathered warrior of the Kalinlepi Tribe. He had everything a man
could want: a pretty wife who tended his elk hide tipi, a place on the
chief's council and the status of a proven man. That is, proven in battle
against his enemies. Much to his shame, he wasn't winning the sexual
battles when laying with his wife. In the two summers since they've been
married, no baby had come to them. It was becoming more difficult for the
couple to keep trying.

     Rain Dancer hoped that she could help with that. The girl loved her
sister very much and spent a lot of time with her, even being allowed to
sleep some nights in the couple's tipi. The wise shaman of their tribe
believed that having the young girl near when Holds Reins mounted
Spring-flowers-in-her-hair would help bring about a baby. It was thrilling
for the young girl to witness how a man tried (though it was performed
under the cover of darkness). What she had learned from the couple was used
to coax curious boys into her.

     A giggle escaped Rain Dancer's lips. She had just managed to get
mounted by two boys, one after the other. The younger boy was eager to slip
his erection in and finish the act after a kiss but the almost-brave with
his big dick was afraid, needing her assurances of keeping what they did a
secret before he would finally seed her. Willow Bird's precious gift in the
young girl's body would be offered to her needing sister.

     Rain Dancer slowed to a walk when she reached the tipis of the
Kalinlepi.  Her People were busy with their afternoon chores. She noticed
that few men could be found. She knew that the braves were in the woods
hunting while warriors stood along the river bank on guard against the
Split Muddy River Tribe. No attack was imminent. The People across the
river were once a part of the Kalinlepi who had split off in the time of
the girl's grandfathers. It was hoped that a new peace could be negotiated
between them.

     Holds Rein's tipi came into view. Sitting on a ground mat before its
doorway was a young woman, busy in her task with sewing up a bow cover for
her husband. Her face brightened when seeing her younger sister.

     "Ah. There you are, my Little Dancer... Didn't you remember to bring
an evening meal from our mother?" She noticed that her sister came empty
handed, the small head shaking to her in reply.

     "I forgot," answered Rain Dancer. "I can fetch it later when Holds
Reins is ready to eat it. Tell me... is your husband back?"

     "Not yet." Spring-flowers-in-her-hair noticed the suppressed
excitement in the young girl. It was similar to what she had seen in Rain
Dancer yesterday when returning from her adventure on the other side of the
river with that young brave... She saw a wet spot on the front of the
girl's elk skin dress. Hope leaped into the woman's heart but she kept
herself calm so that others in the tribe wouldn't notice anything amiss.

     "Let's go into the tipi!" urged Rain Dancer. She watched her sister
calmly fold the deerskin cover she was sewing in one hand and pick up her
ground mat. Together, they went inside. The door flap was tied from within
to ensure privacy.

     "Tell me!" asked Spring-flowers-in-her-hair when they were alone.

     "I went into the woods and caught two boys playing naughty!" explained
Rain Dancer. "In trade for keeping it a secret, I had them mount me. See.."
The young girl pulled off her dress and with much pride, placed her hands
around the lips of her wet cunt.

     The young woman looked over her sister's body. It could have been a
boy's form: a flat chest and slim shoulders crowned with down-flowing black
hair.  The girl's arms were long and skinny, lacking muscles. Her groin was
smooth.  Supple lips formed a 'v' for an immature female's opening. Yet it
held the promise of life that could make a baby had they been planted in a
fertile womb.

     The young woman smiled. She was proud of 'Little Dancer,' her nickname
for the girl that held special meaning for them both. When they were
younger, Spring-flowers-in-her-hair danced with her little sister inside of
their parent's tipi when they were alone. Their nude bodies had stood close
and often touched when the girls practiced the dancing steps of
Joining. Little Dancer played the man's role. After their dance, the two
laid down together as a 'married' couple. They would whisper secret desires
into each other's ears, rubbing their cunts together for thrills. It was a
secret rite that had made them very close.

     "Let's perform your passing rite, Open Flower!" the girl suggested. In
reply, she watched her sister quickly pull off her dress and kneel down
before her with seeking eyes. Her nose went to sniff at her opening, no
doubt smelling the sweet male scent that proved her small body had captured
seed.  Some of the precious fluid was leaking out. Open Flower gathered it
up with her long finger. It didn't surprise the little girl to watch her
sister sticking that finger deep in her own cunt.

     A stabbing motion was begun. Open Flower's eyes narrowed from the
stolen pleasure she was taking from fucking her own cunt. The act aroused
the little girl who wished she could finger her own opening for
thrills. She didn't want to risk spilling out more of the boys' sperm
though.

     The girl looked over her sister's body. It was more developed than her
own with a display of black pubic hair over the woman's groin. She also had
rounded breasts. The brown nipples were hard in response to the thrills she
felt from fingering her cunt. Rain Dancer felt attracted to her sister. The
same way a boy would be if standing in her place now.

     "Who were the naughty boys?" asked Open Flower between gasps.

     Rain Dancer cowered at the question. "I promised to keep it a secret,"
she explained. "And I didn't tell them about what we do together..."

     "Were the boys old enough?" asked Open Flower. She couldn't tell if
the sticky fluid her finger had gathered was thick like a man's.

     "The first boy could only produce a clear release from his dick,"
answered the girl. "But that made my opening slippery enough so the older
boy could fit in his big dick."

    "Then you do have a man's strong seed to offer me!" exclaimed Open
Flower.  When the young girl nodded her head with a grin, the woman
searched her tipi for a small pouch hidden under some animal hides. She
fumbled with untying its thong knot. Within, a long hollow reed was brought
out with much reverence.

     Rain Dancer had seen this thing before. It was crafted to pass the
seed her bodied carried into her older sister from that young brave she had
won it from across the river. It was hoped that this would bring Open
Flower a baby that her husband desired.

     At Open Flower's urging, the young girl kissed the sacred item. They
both did and silently offered a prayer of hope unto the Great Spirit for
His blessing. Rain Dancer watched as bees wax was rubbed over both ends of
the hollow reed to keep it from injuring them when it was used. A light
coating of dog fat was also applied to help make for a slippery entry. It
glistened like a boy's spit-prepared erection in the sunlight coming down
from their tipi's smoke hole. Open Flower handed the long reed to her
sister to hold while she prepared their ritual bed.

    The brown reed dangled from Rain Dancer's hand by its deer thong tied
around the middle of it. The young girl had first been initiated in its use
yesterday. A way to pass seed her immature womb held from that lusty brave
into her older sister's. They couldn't know yet if that rite would bear
human fruit.

     "Little Dancer, are you sure that the older boy finished his act?"
asked Open Flower. "Do you know if he squirted a lot in you?"

     "Yes. I think so!" the girl answered with impatience. "He had paused
from stabbing me to say how afraid he was if we were to get caught. I
promised him that it would be kept secret by me and I told him about that
young brave from across the river who had already given me his sperm. That
was assurance enough for Willow... Ah, for him to continue fucking me. At
the end, I heard his sharp outcry. Boys do that when their dicks are coming
out."

     Open Flower grinned. She beacon Little Dancer to join her over the
pile of animal skins she'd thrown over the tipi floor. They would lie
together and perform the rite of passing seed from one to the other.

     Little Dancer watched her older sister lay down. She eagerly kneeled
between her opening legs. Open Flower took back the hollow reed and with
care, gently inserted it between the oozing lips of the girl's cunt. The
bees wax kept its rounded edge from scratching her insides. Dog fat over
the wooden shaft made it an easy penetration. Open Flower pushed the long
reed into the girl's opening until her fingers held the deer thong wound
around its middle.

     "Does it hurt?" asked Open Flower.

     "No. A little uncomfortable... Not like enduring that boy's big dick!"

     Open Flower laughed. "Let's hope his sperm will be carried through
this reed and into me." She gripped her sister's hips, slowly bringing the
girl down between her legs with careful aiming. With the reed half sticking
from Rain Dancer's cunt, it almost looked like she had a boy's erection.

     Rain Dancer took the brown reed in hand, gently inserting it between
her sister's hairy lips. She remembered how to do this from yesterday when
they had performed this rite for the first time. They had to do it in the
woods because Holds Reins had been resting in his tipi after a hunt. It was
a secret female rite that no man should learn about. The girl hadn't even
know about it until her older sister explained how she needed to pass that
brave's seed from cunt to cunt so that it could make a baby inside her.

     "Push forward slowly," instructed Open Flower. Her hands held the
girl's slim hips to keep her from falling. She eagerly watched Little
Dancer stick the reed coming out of her cunt into hers. It was an easy
penetration; the reed wasn't thick like her husband's cock but unlike his
failed manhood, she hoped to draw strong sperm from that boy to make a baby
inside her. That would please Holds Reins.

     Little Dancer steadied her downward advance with hands pressed against
the soft animal skins. The young girl watched her crafted brown dick slowly
making its way into her older sister's cunt. The act made her feel powerful
- as if she really were a boy. She had enjoyed that same feeling of
manliness when trying on Willow Bird's breechclout flaps around her body in
the woods.  In her deepest of hearts, Little Dancer wished that she had
been born male.

     Open Flower held most of her sister's weight in her hands. That made
her arms tremble with fatigue. Little Dancer noticed, dropping her right
knee over their bed to shift her weight and that made their joining
easier. Open Flower shivered with excitement. She noticed the lack of
breast development in her younger sister. Sprouting that wooden dick from
her groin almost made it seem like it was a young boy mounting her. No
balls though... The mature seed she wanted to take into her body would come
from within the girl's womb.

     Their cunts slowly came together. The woman's hairy lips pressed
against Little Dancer's smoothness. The deer thong wrapping the reed's
middle hung down between their groins. Both girls sighed with
relief. They've been penetrated by eager boys and men and had endured their
mounting so the reed's entry into their bodies wasn't unfamiliar or scary.

     "Lay over me, Little Dancer." Open Flower welcomed the smaller body of
her sister against her. Her hands felt down the girl's back until finding
her small butt. A fucking motion was coaxed by pulling over her soft
cheeks.

     Little Dancer wrapped her arms around her older sister's
shoulders. She pressed her face down, against the woman's rounded
breasts. They felt soft against her cheeks. A gasp was forced from the
girl's mouth when their bodies began moving. The reed in her cunt felt like
a boy's stabs. It thrilled her!  Wails were sung through her nose that
joined with her sister's. The rite of passing male seed from their bodies
had begun.

     "Tell me how it felt for two boys to mount you!" asked Open Flower.
Before marrying Holds Reins, she'd been seducing lusty boys to prove their
manhood in her body but never had she been fucked twice in a row.

     Little Dancer giggled with delight. "The younger boy had to be caught
in my arms first," she answered. "His older companion trapped our bodies
together in his hands while he watched. I felt the boy's erection against
me. He made good outside stabs. When his eyes closed, I snuck his dick into
my cunt. My tight arms around his butt kept him from escaping his manly
duty!"

     "Doesn't that boy like to mount girls?"

     "Perhaps not. I had caught the boy sticking into the almost-brave who
was squatting over him."

     Open Flower came to realize which boy her sister was talking about.
From the girl's earlier slip of the tongue and her referring to the older
boy as 'almost-brave' it could only be Willow Bird - a boy of fourteen. He
had been away from the tribe for several moons on a fasting journey to find
his animal helper. He returned to the tribe as a man. If it was Willow Bird
who mounted Little Dancer, she was eager to capture his strong sperm into
her womb just as she had coaxed his boyish erection in her cunt for thrills
when they were younger.

     "Did the first boy signal his ending?" asked Open Flower.

     "Oh, yes! He cried out his pleasure from sperming and I wailed. There
was a throbbing sensation deep in my cunt coming from the knob of his
erection as it squirted. Very exciting! When our bodies separated, I
reached out for his wet dick. My fingers proved that his release was weak
like an early teen boy. Even Willow... Ah, the almost-brave assured me that
his friend's sperm couldn't make a baby in me."

     "I know that you're talking about Willow Bird."

     "Open Flower, don't tell anyone!" begged the little girl. "I promised
him to keep it a secret."

     "Who would I tell? You are my only sister and my dear love. I'm
grateful that you're allowing me to pass their seed from your body to
mine."

     "It feels like I have a lot in me!" said Little Dancer with pride. She
recalled that Crying Loon had bent over to show off his oozing hole to her
- a butt full of sperm that had come from Willow Bird fucking him. Both
boys claimed to mount each other often. The girl thought that it was a
waste of good seed.

     The girls continued to clutch each other with their cunts grinding.
They shared pleasure from the long reed stuck through their openings as if
it were a two-ended dick. Little Dancer softly moaned through her nose. She
could almost feel her cunt releasing its precious gift down into her
sister. It took much effort. A question came to mind so she asked it. "Why
don't you seek out older boys yourself?"

     "I don't dare!" she gasped. "Holds Reins is a very jealous husband. To
allow a boy to mount me would risk harm to us both. I don't want to have my
nose cut off in punishment! If I'm to have a baby, he must think that it
came from his own loins for his pride's sake."

     "But... why can't Holds Reins make a baby inside you?"

     "I've already told you why," whispered Open Flower with sadness. She
released a weary breath, giving her sister the account again. "When we were
newly married, an evil spirit entered Holds Reins' body through his dick
and enflamed his balls. His body was fevered for days. The shaman managed
to drive the lusty demon away but not before it ate a part of my husband.

     "What did the demon eat?"

     "His balls. They are what produces sperm in the male. Even though he
continues to mount me and his dick can shoot, his seed is weak as a boy's;
clear and without a man's white thickness. I knew this for sure when my
fingers felt his empty sac."

     "Doesn't he know that no baby can be sired from his injured loins?"
asked the girl in a small voice.

     "Our shaman has told my husband this but he won't listen! It's manly
pride that prevents him from accepting the truth. I love him dearly so I'm
not going to say anything bad that could harm his proud status in the
tribe.  A baby would be a wonderful thing for us."

     "That's why you need me!" exclaimed Little Dancer. The girl felt proud
to be involved in adult things. She loved her sister dearly and felt pity
for her husband.

     Open Flower held her sister's warm body over hers. She was enjoying
the feel of the girl's nakedness and hoped that their cunts stuck together
would bridge the downwards flow of precious sperm. The young woman didn't
consider what they performed as sex; they were sisters.

     "Tell me about Willow Bird," asked Open Flower. "Did he perform well?"

     "Oh, yes. And he is big!" exclaimed the young girl. "I had to stand
over his feet on my tippy toes to align our bodies. Willow Bird's long dick
laid against my cunt but he wouldn't let it go in. I knew that his seed was
strong so I impaled myself onto his oozing knob. You should have seen his
eyes when it went in completely! There was some pain. Yet the younger boy
had made the way slippery inside me from his clear sperm so I could fit in
Willow Bird's cock."

    "He is much taller than you," Open Flower asked. "In what position did
the two of you copulate?"

    "We stood together and did it," explained Little Dancer. "When Willow
Bird held me closer to prevent me from falling off his feet, I gripped his
shoulders and climbed up his body until my legs wrapped around his butt. I
forced his in and out stabs within my cunt by my thighs pressing around
him."

     "Did he enjoy fucking you?" asked Open Flower out of curiosity. "I've
heard that this boy was initiated into male sex by his monedo."

     "Well, I did catch Willow Bird getting his butt fucked by his young
friend. They claimed to do each other - that it was a boy's game they often
played. I showed them how a girl can also make their dicks feel good!"

     Open Flower laughed. She slapped over Little Dancer's butt with her
palm and that sent a shiver down into her body when the reed stabbed. The
girl also wailed from enjoying climax. It was so intense for them that they
had to rest.

     "You are a dear sister," breathed Open Flower. "Without you in my
life, mine would be a lonely existence..."

     "Why? You have a husband."

     "Hmm. He is more concerned with elk hunting and proving himself as a
warrior. I love him but he's not a very affectionate husband anymore."

     "I'm sorry!" whispered Little Dancer. "Do you think if a baby came
that it would change things between the two of you?"

     "I hope so. You are my busy bee to collect what I need for that."

     Little Dancer grinned. She thought about the other boys in camp that
she could approach for sex. Only older boys since they had the stronger
seed her sister needed to make a baby. It excited the young girl that she
had already been mounted by a brave from the Split Tribe. A real man!
Willow Bird's loins had what Open Flower could use but winning it from that
boy wasn't as satisfying as being mounted by that lusty brave. She could
still feel where his strong arms had clutched her slim form, how his hungry
lips had pressed against hers. She wondered if that man would consider
taking her for a wife when she came of age.

     Open Flower was also deep within her thoughts. She missed the carefree
days of being a girl. Like her sister, she had sought out curious boys and
had them mount her. It was a fine grown-up's game her boyfriends had played
with her for sexual pleasure. Marriage changed everything though. Her
husband often wanted to mount her so the act became a source of irritation
for her and was no longer exciting. If the man were more affectionate and
caring, she would relish his male need for nightly release instead of
shunning him.

     The two girls laid together for a while in silence with their
thoughts.  Their sweaty bodies cooled in the slight breeze passing under
the tipi's rounded wall of elk skins. Open Flower stared up through the
smoke hole in prayer unto the Great Spirit. She hoped that He would answer
her pleas that not only included being given a baby but for happiness.

     "Do you think it has worked?" asked Little Dancer. She humped her butt
in a gesture that she was talking about the long reed stuck between them.

     "I hope so. Try getting off me while keeping the reed in your cunt."

     Little Dancer did as she was bid. While lifting her body from her
sister's, the girl held the long reed pulling out of the hairy opening
below her. She slowly came to her knees between her sister's legs. Both of
them looked at the brown reed and saw that the end of it dripped.

     "Hold still," warned Open Flower. She sat up, aiming her mouth over
the end of the reed and started sucking on it. Her fingers moved it around
within her sister's womb to draw up any sperm still held in there. When
there came a strong male flavor in her mouth, she stopped sucking. She
stopped up the end of the filled reed with her right thumb.

     "I'm going to remove the reed from you and put it in my cunt," she
explained. "When it's stuck in me as far as it can go, I want you to blow
through it. That should fill my womb with the seed I've caught within its
hollow."

     Little Dancer nodded her head in understanding. She felt the long reed
pulling from her cunt that reminded her of Crying Loon's spent dick coming
out of her. When it slipped out, the end was filmed with seed. The reed was
turned around until it pointed down into her sister's hairy opening. The
sticky end went in and was pushed nearly all the way inside the woman's
cunt. Her fingers held the reed's end that stuck out from her body along
with the deer thong.

     "Kneel between my legs and blow on the reed," she asked. "Gently..."

     Little Dancer was eager to perform this task. It allowed her to get
very close to her sister's cunt with her mouth. Her nose smelled the
woman's scent.  It really excited her. When the girl mouthed the end of the
reed sticking out from her sister's opening, she blew, almost giggling when
her nose was tickled by her sister's pubic hairs. There was a bland/salty
taste in her mouth. The girl wondered why male seed didn't taste good.

     "You did well," praised Open Flower. She slowly withdrew the long reed
from her womb by pulling on the deer thong tied around it. She peered
through its hollowness by light of the tipi's smoke hole. No globs of seed
could be seen remaining within.

     "We did it!" she announced. Little Dancer's eyes sparkled. The young
woman held her sister close, kissing her face affectionately. The taste of
girl was exciting to her; most unexpected. She lowered her lips down the
youth's sweaty body, kissing along its lime-smelling skin from her flat
breasts down to her belly and then her smooth cunt. There was an attractive
male odor coming from the girl's opening so she mouthed over its flavorful
lips. Little Dancer arched her body taunt, gasping with delight.

     Open Flower stuck her tongue into the girl's cunt as far as it could
go.  She sucked up the lingering boy seed she found within, drinking as if
it were nectar she thirsted for like a humming bird. With her hands around
Little Dancer's butt, she trapped the girl's groin to her mouth. The act
made the young girl tremble.

     Little Dancer felt sharp thrills from her cunt. She couldn't believe
what her older sister was doing to her. The tongue swirling through her
opening was like a soft wet dick fucking her cunt. Open Flower's hands
pulled over her butt cheeks with a sexy rhythm. Her sister's warm breath
came out against her as a lusty moan...

     It became too much for the girl. Her cunt surged with climax, making
her wail loudly through her nose. Open Flower heard it. She was glad to be
giving her little sister pleasure in return for emptying her womb.

     The young woman felt a nice tingle in her own womb. She knew it was
filled with the chance for a baby and that made her hopeful; happy. Little
Dancer was drawn into her arms for a tight hug. Their knees bumped over the
soft animal skins that formed their love bed.

     Open Flower held her little sister closer until their cunts touched.
They managed it by having Little Dancer half-sitting over her with legs
spread. A tight clutching of the girl's butt mashed their wet pussies
together with a fucking motion. They didn't need that reed inside their
openings to feel the pleasure building between them.

     A man heard faint wailing coming from inside his tipi. It was a
familiar sound. Anger fell into his stomach like a heavy stone but he
contained its terrible power. In stealth, the warrior gently pulled on the
tied door flap to make an opening that he could slip through near the
ground. His body managed the crawl inside. In the dim light, he saw their
naked embrace. Long thin arms of his wife wrapped around her lover poised
above, his butt cheeks flexing. It was not what had been suspected: no man
was laying over his wife.  The body was small like a boy's. Anger finally
erupted from Holds Reins for what the youth dared.

     When the warrior stood over the unsuspecting youth with his fists
raised in attack, he was taken aback to discover that it was a girl; his
wife's sister. What they were doing together seemed to be a female rite. A
pleasurable one. The two girls were wailing loudly while their eyes were
closed in concentration.

     Holds Reins became excited by what he saw. His anger had flown away
like a startled mourning dove since his wife wasn't being unfaithful. It
had been a handful of nights since last he had attended to her as a
man. That's because, like most of the warriors in camp, he was on nightly
guard against intrusion from the Split Tribe. A tiring vigil. He could only
return to his tipi by early morning and sleep. The afternoons were spent in
hunting. He hadn't seen much of his wife for the past five days. Perhaps
that made the woman seek the arms of her young sister, he surmised.

     Open Flower felt something amiss in the tipi. When she opened her
eyes, Holds Reins was staring down at them. She realized with dread that
they had been caught! It was too late to separate their nude bodies and
stop what she and her sister were doing together. A man had caught them in
the act.

     "Are you initiating the girl?" asked Holds Reins. What they were doing
reminded him of how a younger teen boy is sometimes given a 'growing up'
rite by an older brother or uncle to test his growing loins.

     "Ah, yes. Rain Dancer is a curious girl who asked me how love felt."

     "It can be a very pleasurable experience," added Holds Reins.
"Especially when a man is in need from not laying with his wife for five
days."

     To the woman's surprise, she watched Holds Reins uncover his body
before them. His cock was fully erected. Its brown knobbed dripped with
excitement and would be seeking to stick in her cunt. Rain Dancer slid off
her sister's legs with awe when the warrior approached. On his knees, the
man grasped his wife while aiming his cock into her hairy opening. It
slipped in with a single thrust.

     Rain Dancer was wide eyed by the man's bold act in front of her. She
could see every part of their naked bodies fitting together, moving with a
lusty driven beat. At night, when the two coupled, the girl could barely
make out their dark forms laying one on top of the other. Only their moans
of pleasure being the sure proof that they were making love.

     The little girl could see everything in the daylight. The man's cock
was buried within her sister's opening, their pubic hair tangled
together. Her eyes were drawn to Holds Reins' flexing ass. Its motion
foretold the action of his hard cock inside Open Flower. Moans came from
his mouth that were joined with the woman's wailing. Their arms were
wrapped around each other in love.  The warrior's kisses were dear.

     Rain Dancer became very aroused. She was amazed to witness the warrior
performing his manly duty in his wife. The girl wanted to join into their
love making somehow. She almost held the man's humping rear end but kept
her hand from actually touching him out of fear. Her right hand went to
Open Flower's hip, gently resting there. The fierceness of the adult's
copulation could be felt and that sent pleasing tingles into her cunt.

     The girl saw that Holds Reins had a powerful body. He was older than
his wife, stronger in arm muscles that encircled the woman and the
warrior's knees surged with each of his upward cock thrusts. Their chests
bumped. Rounded woman's breasts pressed against manly breast. Long black
hair danced about their shoulders and covered sweaty backs. Two halves of
human kind became one.  It was a beautiful display of how love joined man
to wife.

     The man made frantic stabs through the woman's pussy. His arms around
her were tender and he gave her nice kisses. But the warrior's dick was
wielded like a short spear. His ass banged away like an angry war drum. To
the girl, it seemed a strange combination of gentle savageness.

     Rain Dancer noticed her hand on the man. His skin felt hot and clammy
under her palm, muscles rippling beneath. It excited the girl that she held
his flexing butt. She enjoyed the fucking power from it that drove his
cock.

     Open Flower was wailing a lot. She enjoyed what her husband's manhood
was doing inside her body that tried getting her with child. Sadly, it
could not.  That didn't prevent the man from performing his duty for sexual
pleasure and a much-needed male release.

     Love energy flowed to the girl from them. A beautiful power...

     The youth felt her sight wavering. There was an overwhelming sensation
coming from deep in the girl's body that she thought was from climax. Her
hands were holding the couple's bodies; she shared in a part of their sweet
joining. But no. What Rain Dancer was experiencing was something more
powerful. Her eyes Saw conception at its beginning. Boy seeds planted
within her sister was pushed deeper through her womb by the warrior's long
cock. It found fertile ground. From the man's utter expression of love for
his wife, a small life was awakened.

     Holds Reins growled out like a bear. His savage body slowed around the
woman's, making the girl realize that he had seeded. It happened so
quickly, she realized. Oh. The warrior mentioned that it had been many days
since last they made love.

     Open Flower slowly released her husband's heated body. She relished
the beauty of what they had done together. The man's kisses were nice. It
had been a long time since he had showed her any affection. Usually Holds
Reins was content to lay over her at night for a fuck that didn't include
much loving.

     Something caught the woman's eye. With dread, she noticed the thong-
wrapped reed laying beside Holds Reins. If the man were to see it, he might
discover what it was used for and everything she had worked towards would
be undone. Rain Dancer smiled at her with proud, sparkling eyes. A plan
formed in the woman's head.

     "Do you not see how loving my husband is?" she asked. "He is a strong
warrior who could show much to a young girl." Rain Dancer was surprised by
her sister's words but at her gesture, took her place in the man's
reluctant arms.  Open Flower kneeled at their side. She grasped the
forgotten reed in hand, shoving it deep beneath the animal hides to hide
it.

     Rain Dancer kneeled between the warrior's legs. Her hands timidly held
the man's sweaty body, afraid that he would reject her. Instead, Holds
Reins accepted her touch. He was proud to show the girl his manliness. The
youth stared down at his swollen cock. Its brown knob was tucked within the
thick foreskin, dripping with spent seed. A longing came into the girl to
try fitting it in her cunt.

     "I've been watching your love making at night," admitted Rain Dancer
in a small voice. "This was the first time I could witness its beauty
revealed!  You have a powerful body, Holds Reins. I'm excited to be in your
arms." The girl crafted her words to put the warrior at ease, playing on
his pride.  While she spoke, her small body was slowly fitting onto the
man's. The shaft of his long cock pressed against her opening. It was
difficult for the young girl not to cry out with longing.

     Holds Reins suspected what was happening. He allowed it, curious to
see what the little girl would try with him. Their bodies were coming
together.  He reached around for Rain Dancer's lower back and held it. He
dared not go lower with his hands.

     Open Flower also knew what was happening but didn't know if her
husband would fulfill her sister's desire for mating. The man was obviously
still in need, seen by the hardness of his cock. It seemed too big a fit
for the girl's small opening yet she knew that Willow Bird had mounted Rain
Dancer along with that lusty brave from across the river...

     Rain Dancer continued with her plan. She asked the man about his body,
rising on her knees to reach his powerful chest with her hands, palming
over their stiff brown nipples. All the while she was maneuvering her small
body onto his. A gasp escaped from her lips when feeling his wet knob
tickling against her cunt. The girl was trying not to make it obvious that
she was seeking his adult male connection into her small body.

     "Have you ever been with a boy?" asked Holds Reins.

     Rain Dancer nodded her head with a sly grin. She reached around the
warrior's neck, locking her hands there. Her flat breasts pressed against
the man's powerful curving chest. Their faces were very close together.

     "I've wanted to be with a warrior," she breathed. Rain Dancer poured
out as much longing as she could through her eyes for the man to see. She
found lust staring back. That would make it an easier task to fetch his
sperm as she planned. Not to pass onto Open Flower. The girl wanted this
warrior to utterly conquer her small body.

     Already, the man's stiffness pressed into Rain Dancer's opening. She
didn't need to look down between their bellies to know that his cock was
aimed and wanting to release again as if it were a bow fitting its second
arrow.  The girl wanted to experience his manly strength first hand.

     Holds Reins saw what was in the youth's eyes. She desired him with a
woman's longing that would be hard to refuse. The man broke eye contact
with the girl to glance at his wife. She could see how their bodies were
seeking a joining and that didn't seem to upset her. Not that the warrior
minded much.  This was his tipi and he always had his way with
everything. He only felt concerned that she might tell her parents about
it. That worry was cast aside when Spring-flowers-in-her-hair smiled. She
had given her consent.

     With a nod of acceptance from the girl, Holds Reins tried mounting
her.  His large hands pulled over the girl's soft butt. He felt the
wonderful tightness coming around his cock that slowly fit his all. The
warrior was amazed by it. The girl's passage was slippery as if it'd been
spermed before his entry. But, of course, that wasn't likely. He surmised
that his wife had fingered into the girl's opening to pleasure her, perhaps
even licking her sister's cunt. It was a thing he'd done with his tongue to
explore and prepare his new wife's womanhood to take his big cock in
her. Their honey moon nights together had been very sweet.

     The warrior looked down at what had come into his hands with
amazement: a young girl. Rain Dancer was permitted to stay in the man's
tipi with the blessings of their shaman to help bring about a baby for his
wife. It was like a second honey moon. He would gladly make use of two
females; sisters!  Because they were made it seem like he wasn't violating
tribal law by copulating with an unmarried girl. Perhaps he would even take
her for a second wife when she came of age.

     Rain Dancer's small body was impaled on the man's. The pubic hair from
his groin tickled against the girl's smoothness, proving that their
unmatched bodies had joined. Her eyes were closed. Only a hint of pain
crossed over her face like a cloud's shadow in the afternoon.

      Holds Reins waited only a moment before he tried his first thrust. It
slipped easily through the girl's tight passage. Another thrust was given,
a deeper penetration followed by his near full retreat. Rain Dancer kept
her eyes tightly shut. The man couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or
being hurt by him. He kept his stabs careful and slow. After cumming in his
wife, his cock wasn't in desperate need for release. It wasn't even fully
erected and that explained how he was able to fit himself inside her. His
male thrills were building. He pulled on the youth's soft body as she clung
to his.

     Rain Dancer hung from the man's neck. Her legs were wrapped around his
humping butt, her thighs spread over his folded legs to make her cunt wide
open. That's how she managed to fit in the warrior's short spear. It
stabbed her. Slow, painful thrusts that spoke of his male power. The
filling sensation both excited and frightened the girl. She endured being
mounted to complete the man's need in her small body.

     Spring-flowers-in-her-hair felt proud for her husband. She saw
happiness upon the man's face and pleasure filling his eyes. It softened
the warrior's usually stern demeanor. His hands held her young sister,
making sweet love to the girl. From Rain Dancer's tightly shut eyes, the
woman surmised that the youth was deep in love's spell. Some pain, yes. But
that came from enduring a warrior's embrace. Her small body would
experience a man's sexual power.

     Rain Dancer felt her body relaxing. She no longer gritted her teeth
from the pain when the man's stabs went easier through her cunt. His cock
was a tight fit. Even after being stretched by two horny boys and made
slippery by their releases. The girl opened her eyes. Holds Reins stared
down at her with fire lighting up his black eyes. His heated breaths blew
into her open mouth like a kiss. She lustfully took all of him inside her,
above and below. His sweaty musk filled her nose. It excited her as a
woman! Already, her most intimate place had been anointed by male essence
from those two boys. A brave took her yesterday and today a warrior would.

     Holds Reins saw what he was doing to the girl. Her eyes pleaded with
him to love her. He did so, fiercely! His cock moved more easily through
her tight passage so he quickened his pace. Lusty stabs that brought him
intense thrills that soon would get him to explode.

     Rain Dancer wailed out in pain from feeling the harsh thrusts in her
cunt but also from the thrills the man's cock gave her, filling her. She
could feel his swollen knob getting harder. Unsheathed manhood her small
body took in it to vent his passion. She held onto each of the warrior's
joyful battle strikes. Enduring his love.

     Spring-flowers-in-her-hair witnessed their love making. She was struck
by how completely it consumed her husband. His male body stretched like a
long bow being pulled taunt to fly its arrow. He was aimed in the girl. Her
pussy had already felt its landing and she hoped life stirred in her womb.
No matter if the seed came from Willow Bird or that Split Tribe brave from
across the river. She wanted a baby to come to them.

     The warrior was frantically trying to make one in Rain Dancer. His
loins were unproven but so were the girl's from her lack of maturity. Their
act was still pleasurable. It bound the two together and
Spring-flowers-in-her-hair was glad. Having her sister in their tipi
brought back the love her husband once had for her.

     Rain Dancer felt her hands slipping from the man's neck. It was
difficult holding onto his wild body made heated and sweaty from their
lusty act. She hoped that the man would finish it soon. His knob swelled
like a tight knot in her cunt so she knew that he was close to
seeding. That's how the brave's cock had felt just before he released. The
boys' dicks also stiffened before they spat. A wonderful climax surged in
the girl.

      Intense thrills flew through Rain Dancer's cunt. She felt the man's
arrows being released from his stiff bow inside her. The girl wailed out.

      Holds Reins heard it. His loins swelled with a violent climax of its
own. A loud moan came out with his held breath when his cock continued to
pump into the girl. Strong squirts of his seed. He didn't fear getting Rain
Dancer with child because she was too young. The doom-filled words from his
shaman about his balls were driven from his head. They were proving
untrue. He could still cum!

     Rain Dancer lost her grip. When her body fell down the man's, he
caught her with his right hand sliding along her sweaty back. His left hand
kept hold of the girl's soft bottom to bring her onto his ending stabs
until his flow ended. Then the warrior embraced his young companion with a
fierce hug.  Their love making was completed.

     Spring-flowers-in-her-hair felt mixed emotions. She saw her exhausted
husband keeping the girl's small body close to his when they rested. A dear
embrace. It caused a twinge of jealousy that the young woman cast away. She
was happy for them. Holds Reins had satisfied his over due male lust while
her Little Dancer experienced a warrior's strong love. She knew that it
would bring the man back to her as a loving husband.

     Their breaths sounded loud in the tipi. The woman waited for them to
rest after sex. She was relieved that her secret rite of passing seed
hadn't been discovered by her husband. More than fearing his wrath, the
woman didn't want a man to discover it. She had learned of this sacred
female rite from an aged grandmother and how it had worked for her.

     Rain Dancer groaned in pain. Spring-flowers-in-her-hair saw that it
came from the man trying to separate his larger body from the girl's. She
cried out in warning: "Be still, my husband! Allow your cock to soften
before pulling it from my little sister..."

     Holds Reins did as his wife bid. He kept Rain Dancer close to his
sweaty body and saw that her eyes no longer cried out in pain. His manhood
was satisfied but held its hard shape within the girl's small opening. He
had forgotten for the moment with whom he was coupled with.

     "I'm not hurt," assured Rain Dancer. She peered into the man's worried
eyes with her expression of compassion. "I dared to take a strong warrior
into my body," she explained. "Mine is small. Yet I was able to endure your
love passion. It fills me up!" Holds Reins gave fond pats to her
bottom. They sent sharp thrills into her cunt by the man's swollen cock
still buried in her.

     The warrior turned to his wife with concern. "You'll not tell your
parents what I've done?"

     Spring-flowers-in-her-hair shook her head. "No. This is a private
matter between us," she answered. "Didn't our shaman allow the young girl
here to help bring about a baby between us?"

     "Yes. But I don't think he foresaw that I'd be trying to get her with
child."

     "You cannot." When Spring-flowers-in-her-hair saw that her words could
be taken wrongly, she added: "My sister is a young girl. She cannot have a
baby but the trying with a man has pleased her as if she were a grown
woman. Is this not so, my sister?"

     "Oh, yes!" answered Rain Dancer. Her body felt the easy pulling of the
warrior's cock from her cunt. She saw that his thick foreskin covered the
swollen knob within. Cum leaked from its wrinkled sheath opening. An urge
came into the girl to grasp his satisfied manhood. She turned to Open
Flower with a sly grin when she held the brown snake. With her free hand,
she cupped her sister's womanhood. Her hairy cunt tickled against the
girl's left palm.

     The vision returned to Rain Dancer. Her head turned to the man and she
spoke of what she Saw: "Your fierce love for your wife has passed into
her."  Turning to Open Flower, the girl spoke: "I feel a new life in your
body!"

     Spring-flowers-in-her-hair gasped. She noticed the strange glow in the
girl's eyes. Turning to Holds Reins, she saw that he kept his face plain to
hide his emotions. Yet the man's eyes revealed hope.

     "Our shaman was wise," whispered Holds Reins. "Allowing your sister
into our tipi was a good thing!" The man brought Rain Dancer into his arms
for a hug. He felt growing love for the little girl. Another pair of slim
arms were felt around his body coming from his wife. He was glad that she
accepted what they had done.

     After a long embrace, the three separated their sweaty bodies. They
smelled strongly of sex. Holds Reins wanted to speak privately with his
wife so he suggested to Rain Dancer that she go clean up in the river. The
girl pulled on her dress and left.

     The sun shown down brightly on Rain Dancer. The girl felt good, like a
completed human being for having embraced that warrior and satisfying his
needs. Her sister's too! She skipped happily towards the river. Women
nodded to her and smiled when the girl passed by. There were no men to be
seen in camp. Even the boys had flown from the tipis; they were likely
exploring the woods or enjoying games in the river.

     When Rain Dancer reached the bank, she saw a line of five armed men
guarding it. The girl realized with disappointment that she couldn't go in
for a swim. She peered across the wide expanse. On the other side of the
river were the tall tipis of the Split Tribe. Columns of smoke rose from
countless cooking fires. She wondered where that nice brave was. Did he
ever think of her and lust to take her body once more? That thought made
the youth giggle.

     A warrior glanced in her direction. Rain Dancer wiped the smirk from
her lips since she didn't want Ringed Tail to suspect her longing for a
brave of the Split Tribe. The girl turned away. She left the line of
warriors, walking along the river against its muddy flow, passing the spot
where she had found that old raft. Her thoughts returned to that nice brave
who had rescued her when the raft had capsized. Made love to her...

     Rain Dancer smiled to herself. She kept on walking, deep in her
thoughts about all the things that had happened since yesterday. It was as
if she were entering a new season in her life. An exciting time of
discovery like the sleeping caterpillar who was finally emerging from its
cocoon as a butterfly to flutter happily in the wind. That's exactly how
she felt.

     Her long walk brought her to a fork in the river. The muddy water
surged south into buffalo plains or turned west to where she had come
from. The only way left to her was to turn north. She skipped along the
grassy bank looking for a place to take a bath.

     The river narrowed some. That caused an angrier flow of water that
prevented Rain Dancer from finding a safe place to enter. Her body stank of
sweat and sex. The summer heat was being trapped within the long elk dress
that she wore. She envied boys and their use of mere flaps. Her female body
had to be covered from shoulders down to her heels. Only her feet were free
to press against the earth and her head to the wind and sunlight.

     Rain Dancer spied a small outlet. With a weary sigh, she shed her
dress and jumped into a pool. It was shallow; muddy. Yet she relished the
cool water against her skin. Only a stone's throw away was the river's
churning waters.  Staring at its flow was calming, like peering deep into a
cooking fire. For a long while she sat in the pool while her thoughts
passed through her head.  Not dwelling on anything.

     After sitting for a while, the girl remembered what had brought her
here. Sandy mud was taken in both hands and rubbed over her small body. It
left her skin clean and feeling refreshed. The girl laughed. She took time
with her cool bath. Enjoying this time alone with herself.

     The girl didn't consider things an adult would have. She was a
happy-go- lucky spirit with no thoughts of danger and the realities of the
world. Her tribe had only recently settled on this part of the river. It
was unexplored land. The Split Tribe considered them an unwelcomed arrival
to their hunting grounds. Only the wide river separated the two tribes. It
kept the peace.

     The tiny hairs prickled on the back of Rain Dancer's neck. She felt
eyes on her. The girl realized that she was no longer alone. She couldn't
get herself to turn her head around, half-hoping that they might go
away. These weren't the familiar forests of the Kalinlepi or guarded
hunting grounds.  Her People had only recently struck their tipis on this
part of the river.

     Soft footsteps approached. Rain Dancer stood up and turned to the
intruder. With relief, she saw that it was only a boy. A quick glance
around proved that he was alone. The girl's eyes returned to him. He was
about her age, wearing flaps of deerskin. No weapons. His long black hair
was braided into two hanging lengths. There was a look of curiosity on his
brown face.

     Rain Dancer felt overcome with modesty because she was naked. Behind
the boy was her dress laying over a flat stone. The girl felt awkward to
fetch it.  The only thing to do was for her to sit back down in the shallow
pool.

     The boy noticed her distress. His backwards glance took note of the
placement of the girl's dress. He could get it for her but he didn't want
to touch it. After a long moment to ponder the situation, the boy decided
to walk away. That's when the girl made a friendly gesture for him to
introduce himself.

     "Hello," the boy squeaked. "Ah. I'm Squirrel Tail. Who are you?"

     The girl smiled. She lifted her eyes to the boy and spoke. "Rain
Dancer.  What are you doing on our side of the river?" She noticed the
boy's unusual accent.

     "I not mean to swim across!" he answered. "The current strong than
expected and swept me to this side."

     It didn't make sense to Rain Dancer. She had walked a good distance up
river so the boy's story didn't sound truthful... unless he didn't come
from the Split Tribe! A pang of fear filled her breast. Again, she looked
around at the surrounding area finding only river weeds and the trees in
the distance.  No other People.

     "Which tribe you from?" asked Squirrel Tail. He fidgeted on his feet.

     "I'm from the Kalinlepi," she answered. "You're not from the Split
Tribe?"  Her eyes noticed the strange cut to the boy's frilled breechclout
flaps.

     "No. My People the Wandering Band of Tagalou."

     "I've not heard of them. Are they close by?" asked Rain Dancer.

     Squirrel Tail lowered his eyes. "No. They gone to buffalo plains to
hunt for the summer, leaving me with grandfather at the Signal Place."

     Rain Dancer didn't know what the Signal Place was but she felt
relieved to hear that she hadn't stumbled across an enemy tribe. The boy
had said that he was from across the river, probably along this upper
branch.

     The girl felt her tense body relax. Squirrel Tail seemed more anxious
than her and that made the girl feel compassionate for the strange youth.
She noticed that his hair was wet. It lent truth to his story. His two
flaps hung down from his waist like heavy cloth. They were probably soaked
with water.

     "Don't know if I can make my way back," the boy whispered almost to
himself.

     "It would be too hard to swim across?" asked Rain Dancer. She stood up
to get a better view of the river behind her. At this stretch, it did
appear a formidable barrier to the land. "What if you were to try swimming
across somewhere else?"

     "I've look," answered Squirrel Tail. His eyes lowered from the girl
standing before him. "River has strong currents and widens up and down from
the Signal Place. It lucky that I reach this bank when I did..."

     "What is this Signal Place?" asked Rain Dancer.

     "Oh. A tower of rocks that grandfather sits on to catch word from our
People out on the plains."

     "How? I don't understand..."

     "My People light fires and direct the black smoke into the air with
blankets." His hands made gestures to match the words that he spoke.

     "Why would they do that?" asked the girl.

     "That's how the scattered bands of Tagalou talk to each other - to
tell everyone if they found buffalo, seen danger. Important things like
that."

     Rain Dancer found it difficult to believe. How could smoke do all
that?  When turning to face the boy, she noticed his eyes had been low on
her. He turned away sheepishly from her nudity. It sent an shiver up her
spine.

     "Are you done with your bath?" asked Squirrel Tail.

     "Yes. I'm drying myself in the sun." The girl sensed that the boy was
uncomfortable that she remained naked. A thought struck her. "If you return
with me to my tribe, we could help you cross the river!"

     "No. I'll try to find a place to swim back."

     "You've already told me that there isn't a safe place! What are you
afraid of?"

     Squirrel Tail lowered his eyes again. He wondered if he should admit
the truth of his fears. "Ah. I don't want to get captured." He turned from
the girl and started walking up river for a place to cross.

     "What? My People wouldn't do that to you," pleaded Rain Dancer.
"Especially not after I tell everyone that you're my friend!" Squirrel Tail
continued walking away. That gave her the opportunity to streak from the
pool and fetch her dress, chasing after the boy while pulling it on.

     "How can that be?" asked Squirrel Tail, pausing his quick steps for a
moment. "We only just met."

     "I'd like us to be friends." Rain Dancer stepped up to the shy
boy. She lightly clasped his slim shoulders in her hands, smiling. He
returned her infectious grin before dropping his eyes in embarrassment. She
liked him.  The boy appeared to be a year older and stood only a little
taller than herself.  His face looked different from the other boys of her
tribe but not in an ugly way. There was a faint scar under his right eye
that may have come from a past injury. It gave him a rugged appearance like
a warrior proudly displaying his battle scars. She noticed more scars on
his chest that led down into the front of his breechclout flap.

     Squirrel Tail noticed the girl's eyes studying him. He continued
walking.  Rain Dancer saw that there were more lined scars covering the
boy's back.  They were faint when blending into the sun darkened color of
his skin. She realized that the boy was uncomfortable with her attention to
them.

     Rain Dancer matched the fast pace of the boy's steps. They walked side
by side along the river bank. In silence. Her eyes fell down the boy's
body, taking notice of a healthy bulge within his front flap. It was
telling of a male growth. It pleased the girl that he found her
attractive. A plan began forming in the girl's head.

     The boy saw that his erection had been discovered. He turned away in
embarrassment, running faster along the river's edge. His eyes swept across
the muddy water in the hopes of finding a good place to cross. The girl
chased after him.

     It was no good. Squirrel Tail knew that the river remained formidable
with its swift currents down from the Signal Place. He would have to travel
past it to find a suitable crossing. The girl kept up with his hurried
pace.  The boy wished she would go away now.

     Rain Dancer saw the boy's discomfort. She questioned her interest in
him and knew that they were walking further away from the safety of her
tribe.  There came the real possibility that she could 'get captured' as
the boy himself had admitted. She shook that troubling thought from her
head. From being able to understand his words, his tribe and hers must
share ancestry from the past. Like the Split Tribe.

     Squirrel Tail hurried his pace along the steep bank. The rear to his
breechclout flapped with his fast steps, giving Rain Dancer brief glimpses
of his butt. It was of lighter skin than his back and legs; nicely
rounded. The girl longed for a peek under his front flap.

     Rain Dancer tried keeping up with the boy's pace. They followed the
river together, side by side. The boy seemed to ignore her though. When she
held the boy's arm to slow him, he pushed her away, making a sudden dive
into the river to escape. The girl cried out in alarm. She saw him surface
and struggle to swim. The current was already carrying him past where she
stood. Without even considering the danger, Rain Dancer dived in after the
boy.

     The river's chilly spirit embraced Rain Dancer. She surfaced for
breath, discovering that Squirrel Tail was almost within reach. A swift
kicking of her legs brought her to him. They clutched each other, their
heads bobbing through the churning water while they struggled for breath.

     "Let's go... back!" gasped Rain Dancer. It seemed like the boy was
trying to swim towards the distant bank. She didn't think he could make it!
After the boy swallowed some water though, he agreed to do as the girl
asked.  Together, they kicked towards shore.

     The muddy bank flew past them. Clutching each other, they kicked
frantically against the current until Squirrel Tail caught hold of a bush.
Rain Dancer lost her grip of the boy's arm though. She was swept back into
the angry current. Without even thinking about it, the boy dove in after
her.

     Rain Dancer was in trouble. She had exhausted herself from swimming
and could barely keep her head above water. She panicked. The girl screamed
for help, not noticing that Squirrel Tail was close behind. The swift river
carried them far.

     At the fork in the river, Rain Dancer was swept south. There was a
trapped bubble of air inside the girl's dress that kept her afloat. A hand
was felt over her arm. She turned, seeing that Squirrel Tail had remained
with her and was trying to help her. His brave act offered the girl
hope. She kicked her legs with renewed strength and together they aimed for
the bank.

     It was no good. They were caught in the river's strong current. How
could their frail kicking and thrashing win against that? Rain Dancer
struggled with just keeping her head above water. The boy clung to her arm,
obviously tiring from his own struggles. It seemed that they were both
going to drown.

     Rain Dancer felt a sand bar against her chest. She tore into it with
both hands, lifting her body onto it. Squirrel Tail pulled himself up at
her side.  His breaths sounded hoarse and bubbling. Pain shown on his
face. She peered at the distant bank, awed to be caught over a submerged
sand bar that was a respite to the deadly current around them.

     "Rest," gasped Squirrel Tail. "Don't try... for the bank yet."

     Rain Dancer could only nod. She felt lucky not to have drowned
already.  The boy showed increasing signs of distress. His breaths seemed
labored. He must have swallowed some water into his lungs. The girl pulled
him into her lap and held the gasping boy for a sharing of warmth. She
noticed his lack of breechclout. It must have been lost in the river.

     Squirrel Tail wrapped his arms around his sides, shivering from the
cold.  He didn't resist the girl's offer to hold him in her lap. They sat
over the submerged sand bar for a while. The river flowed past their
oneness.

     Rain Dancer enjoyed holding Squirrel Tail in her arms. Her soaked
dress pressed against the boy's back passing little warmth between them
though.  Only the bared skin of their arms touched. When she glanced down
the front of her dress for his butt, it was hidden underwater. She had no
chance to spy on the front of him.

     After the two had rested, Squirrel Tail gestured for the bank. He was
still having difficulty with breathing but knew they had to get out of the
cold water. They stood in the loose sand. On either side, the muddy water
rushed past them. It would not be an easy task to reach the bank.

     Rain Dancer took side glances of the boy's groin to check out his
dick.  Yet he had his left arm dropped over the front of his body, modest
about his nude appearance before a girl. Her body was still covered. The
soggy dress weighed down on her slim frame.

     An idea came to Rain Dancer. She pulled off her dress much to the
boy's astonishment and tied both wet ends. It formed an air bladder they
could use to hold onto. She felt thrilled to have her body uncovered, an
equal trade to the boy's nakedness.

     Squirrel Tail took careful steps forward until he found the end of the
sand bar. He turned back for Rain Dancer. With a big dive, they kicked
towards the bank together while grasping the air-filled dress. The strong
current swept them further down river.

     They made slow progress for the bank. It was as if the river fought
their attempts at winning freedom with its angry churning. Squirrel Tail
kicked and kicked along with the girl at his side, the dress floating
between them. The boy came to realize that they would be better off without
it. He knew that they were tiring fast.

     "Let it go!" shouted Squirrel Tail. The girl's face was filled with
terror at the thought. He forced the issue by ripping the dress from her
hands. They continued to kick against the current for the bank.

     Squirrel Tail reached it first. When his outstretched right hand found
the shallows, he stood up and reached out for Rain Dancer close behind him.
The girl eagerly accepted his help. She felt the squishy mud under her
feet.  Relief filled her.

     The exhausted youths crawled their way up the steep bank. Upon
reaching solid ground, they dropped down like wet stones. Panting. Rain
Dancer turned to the boy. She smiled at seeing his pole, catching his eyes
on her cunt.  Her dress was floating down river but that didn't matter much
to her at the moment. She was glad to simply be alive.

     "Now, I'm also lost from my tribe!" exclaimed Rain Dancer. The boy
made no reply. She thought he was mad or something.

     That's when she noticed something was wrong with Squirrel Tail. His
eyes quivered and lifted up into his eye sockets. His arms and legs
trembled.  Rain Dancer thought he was suffering from exhaustion and the
cold so she laid over him. The boy's slippery skin against hers felt
chilly. He continued to tremble out of control. The girl came to realize
that something was really wrong with him.

     In the next moment, Squirrel Tail became still. His eyes closed in
sleep.  Rain Dancer turned her head to listen for his breaths. They
came. It seemed to her that the boy had fallen under a deep spell. She
continued to hold him close. An urgent prayer was asked upon the Great
Spirit for his recovery.

     Rain Dancer wrapped her arms around the boy's shoulders. She laid over
him protectively. Their bodies were touching and faces came close together.
She was always checking for his breath. Squirrel Tail continued to sleep.
The girl could only wait and pray.

     The afternoon sun warmed Rain Dancer's back. She welcomed the drying
Hand of Father Sun over her body, realizing that hugging the youth beneath
her prevented His life-giving rays from touching the boy. She knew there
were healing powers in sunlight. The shaman had said so. She sat up over
the boy's legs and began singing a life song. Her words spoke of the Golden
Light of Good touching upon all living things on Mother Earth. She hoped it
would be so with Squirrel Tail. After her song was done, she looked down at
the boy's peaceful face. He continued to be in a deep sleep.

     Rain Dancer thought of going for help. That idea was quickly struck
down.  She knew that the river's current had carried them towards the
buffalo plains, far from where even the Split Tribe had set up camp. The
land was rolling and grass filled. No trees. She wasn't even sure which
direction she would have to walk to find camp since Father Sun was directly
above her.

     With a deep sigh, Rain Dancer lowered her head. Her eyes noticed the
fine scars over Squirrel Tail's body. They seemed to have come from him
having done battle with a prickly bush. They must have been a long-ago
injury since the scars had faded with the dark tanning of the boy's
body. Only down to his groin were they more noticeable; his skin was
lighter there. The girl smiled to see his pole. It seemed a small male
shape against his pair of reddish balls.

     Curiosity got the better of Rain Dancer. After glancing around, she
reached down for the boy's dick. It felt warm and soft in her cupped hand.
She listened to the boy's breaths to be sure that he was still
sleeping. His eyes were closed. The girl dared to try something more.

     Rain Dancer held the tapered end of his pole between her left thumb
and forefinger. She gently rolled back the boy's foreskin to free its rosy
knob.  When erect, she realized that the thick skin would pull back to form
the dick's long shaft. A tremor of excitement filled the girl for her
exploration.  She lowered her head to the boy's knob, feeling it against
her lips. It was soft and warm. After a moment's hesitation, she took the
limp pole fully into her mouth for a taste. A gentle sucking brought her a
sharp flavor not unlike eating aged fat. Not unpleasant. A giggle arose in
the girl's belly. This was an act she'd never have dared had the boy been
awake.

     Rain Dancer wondered if she could suck the boy's sperm out. Squirrel
Tail was probably too young, she surmised. His pole could only pee! Only
older boys like Willow Bird could get their erections to ooze from
sex. Holds Reins did.  His cock had dripped a lot and that helped with
fitting his huge male part into her opening where he spermed her.

     Rain Dancer felt the boy's smooth groin against her nose. From the
small size of his dick, she realized that he couldn't even squirt the clear
seed of a teenaged boy. Rain Dancer scolded herself. She didn't expect this
boy to try that with her. He was nice. She liked him as a new friend
instead of trying naughty things. They had risked drowning to save each
other. She felt something strong for this boy that went beyond sex
games. But when would he wake up?

     Rain Dancer stopped sucking on the boy's dick. Fear for his life had
the girl laying over his stomach to listen for breaths. They still came; a
raspy bubbling sound. She knew that water filled his lungs. The girl didn't
know what she should do to help Squirrel Tail. He really needed the aid of
a shaman!

     Tears ran down the girl's cheeks. She clutched Squirrel Tail and cried
some more. Guilt filled her heart for having made the boy so embarrassed
that he had to jump into the river to get away from her. She leapt in after
him only to have to be rescued, in turn. Now he laid deep asleep as if
close to death from some mysterious ailment. Had some evil spirit come into
the boy's lungs from the angry river?

     Rain Dancer pressed her wet face into the boy's chest. Her arms snaked
along the ground until she gripped his shoulder blades. A tight squeeze was
given him. Yet he didn't stir. The girl closed her eyes in a wish to join
Squirrel Tail's lost spirit. She tried going to sleep.

     The girl was startled by a bright flash of light. Quick images were
seen behind her eyelids that she couldn't comprehend. When she tried
focusing on them, it made her head heavy. She gave in to sleep.


     Rain Dancer felt a cramp in her right arm. She opened her eyes and
remembered the boy under her. He was still sleeping. Something tickled
against the girl's groin. She tightened her legs over the boy's causing
their bodies to rub. What Rain Dancer felt under her made her gasp. She
quickly glanced into Squirrel Tail's face. His eyes were closed. Breaths
remained even against her right ear.

     Rain Dancer loosened her legs. She felt their bodies rub with the
boy's erection pressing onto her opening. Was that a sign he was awakening?
Another check was made of his breaths. They didn't tremble with excitement
and his eyes remained closed. She called out to Squirrel Tail but he didn't
stir.

     An intense desire came into the girl to do more. Yet she felt ashamed
to be forcing their mating when the boy was still asleep. He may even be
close to death! Rain Dancer continued to hold the boy tightly in her
arms. Her heart raced with excitement. The boy showed no sign of awakening.

     Rain Dancer felt that she should remember something. A quick flash
behind her eyelids showed an image of her standing with Squirrel Tail in a
mating embrace. Intense feelings squeezed the girl's heart. The vision was
powerful!  She clutched the boy under her with a longing that went beyond
sex. He was a special boy; someone she was meant to be with. That feeling
was hard to explain in words but she felt how right it was.

     Rain Dancer slowly spread her legs over the boy's and wiggled her
butt.  The stiff knob to Squirrel Tail's dick stuck into her opening. With
a slight lifting of her body, the girl managed to swallow his full erection
into her.  It felt nice. Not too thick or long as a man's hurtful size but
just right.  They were joined at the groin.

     Rain Dancer saw that Squirrel Tail still slept. It surprised her that
the boy could become hard without him knowing it. She tightened her arms
around his back. Her legs surged around his to force his beginning
stabs. Their bodies were still wet from the river. That made for an easy
mating embrace.

     Feeling the boy's erection sliding through her opening was exciting.
Rain Dancer felt her pleasure building to the point where she would cry
out.  Her lusty body moved over the boy's still form. It seemed wrong that
he had little part in their mating so the girl lifted her head to kiss him.

     Deep feelings welled up in the girl's breast from the act. She kissed
Squirrel Tail with the first stirrings of love. It went beyond their body's
joining with her deep desire to have this boy for herself. Not unlike the
feelings she had for that Split Tribe brave. But unlike that man, this boy
was nearly her age, from a People not akin to the Kalinlepi. That spoke of
strange rites, different beliefs and customs. A most appealing thing to the
young girl.

     Rain Dancer clutched him with the rhythmic tightening and relaxing of
her arms. She humped her butt. That drove the boy's hard dick nicely
through her cunt. Another daring kiss was made... An explosion of pleasure
filled the girl. She cried out with much longing.

     Squirrel Tail stirred under the girl. She felt his hand on her left
arm, trying to push her away?

     "You crushing me!" complained Squirrel Tail.

     Rain Dancer was delighted to hear the boy speak. His eyes slowly
opened and showed pain. The girl remembered what had been asked so she sat
up, forgetting that their bodies were still joined.

     Squirrel Tail looked down his belly, at his hard dick slipping out of
the girl's front opening. Rain Dancer was sitting over his legs with a look
of deep embarrassment on her face. Eyes down cast at their nakedness.

     It took the boy a moment before he comprehended what the girl had been
doing with him. He felt the lingering thrills from his erection. His lips
tingled. Wide eyed, he glared at Rain Dancer.

     "You saved my life," she blurted out not having anything better to
say.  Squirrel Tail only shrugged his shoulders in a gesture that her words
didn't explain anything to him.

     "I owe you, Squirrel Tail... And, I felt your need in my arms when
trying to keep you warm."

     The boy didn't know what to say. He saw his hard dick. He noticed that
the girl's opening revealed an inner pink from having him inside her. The
thought wasn't unpleasant, only scary. He'd never been with a girl before.

     Rain Dancer saw that the boy was thinking about it so she pressed her
cunt against Squirrel Tail's erection. A trembling gasp was forced from the
girl's lips at the touch. The boy remained frozen. She gently lowered
herself until their chests came together. Their eyes met briefly.

     "Hold me?" begged Rain Dancer. She turned her eyes away for some
reason.  After an awkward moment, hands were felt along her back. She
reached arms around the boy's neck to hold him back.

     "Did we do it?" whispered Squirrel Tail.

     Rain Dancer smiled. "Almost. I felt my thrills from our joining but it
wasn't completed."

     Another awkward silence. Rain Dancer didn't dare look into the boy's
eyes. The excitement building in her body made her pant against his neck.
She wondered if he would want to try doing it with her.

     There came a firm grip of the girl's back, and before she realized
what was happening, Squirrel Tail rolled their bodies around until he was
on top.  Rain Dancer peered into the boy's eyes to read his intent. There
was a familiar fire in them. His mouth opened to take in an urgent
breath. Between their bodies, a connection was sought. The girl helped by
spreading her legs over the ground.

     Rain Dancer felt his timid penetration. The boy's hard dick slipped in
easily and their groins came together. She reached her arms around his
back, keeping him close. The youths were coupled.

     Squirrel Tail remained still over her. Rain Dancer wondered why the
boy didn't begin his thrusts. She stared into his brown eyes that were wide
with surprise and excitement. Ah. Maybe he didn't know how a man did it,
she surmised. Her hands wandered down to the boy's soft butt. She clutched
his cheeks in both hands, pulled on them. Then she relaxed her hold. That
act caused the boy to make a deep thrust and withdrawal. His narrowing eyes
proved that he had felt sexual thrills.

     Squirrel Tail began making thrusts on his own. Rain Dancer held the
boy's flexing butt, glad that she was able to teach him the proper motion
without using words. She was sure that that would have embarrassed her
young lover.  The boy raised his arms under the girl until he cradled her
head in his hands.  He stared down at her with wonder. His male body had
quickly learned how to perform but what he was feeling in his heart wasn't
as easy to accept. He felt something strong for Rain Dancer that he didn't
want to admit could be love.

     Rain Dancer felt completed by their act. Unlike the others she had
coaxed into her body, this boy was different. Their love act was more
intense. She felt him with both her body and her heart - his clumsy act of
love; a shyness.  That meant more to the girl than anything she had ever
experienced before.

     Squirrel Tail increased his pace. His erection slipped through the
girl's opening with a rhythmic in and out motion. He saw how it made her
feel. She wailed softly through her nose while taking in breaths through
her open mouth.  But it was her dark eyes that proved most telling,
hauntingly, from what they were doing together.

     Rain Dancer moaned with deep building pleasure. Her fingers dug into
the boy's soft bottom to deepen his stabs into her cunt. She tried not
crying out.  That would likely upset the rhythm of their bodies before the
boy was done.

     Squirrel Tail held breaths to bring him intense thrills. He had
learned that trick from the many times he had pulled over his
erection. Instead of using his hand in need, he was now performing a man's
act. His hard dick was moving inside of a girl! There was pain coming from
his lungs. He prevented himself from coughing.

     Rain Dancer felt her butt humping against the dirt. She met the boy's
downward thrusts to get his dick very deep in her. It didn't matter to her
that he couldn't complete his act as a man. They were embraced in
love. That was satisfying enough.

     When Squirrel Tail felt close to exploding, he paused from stabbing.
The building thrills in his dick were nice but his lungs were really
hurting him.  Coughs were kept in his throat. The girl forced him to
continue with her tight hands around his butt cheeks. He tried wiggling out
of their control.

     Rain Dancer noticed. She relaxed her hand's grip of the boy. Their
bodies had learned how to move together. It was like a drum making its own
beat against the player's hand. The tempo didn't seem to reach a climax
though.  She wondered about that.

     Another pause. Rain Dancer noticed the pain in Squirrel Tail's
face. He tried holding breaths that threatened to explode out of him. Why
was he hurting, she wondered? There was a revealing throb coming from the
boy's dick in her cunt. Perhaps he had reached a dry climax and was trying
to prolong his male thrills. She had felt many herself. Her body enjoyed
riding his and it had brought her much pleasure. She only wanted the boy to
finish his act. An idea came to her. While the boy's eyes were closed, she
lifted her head so that they could kiss. The feel of his lips on hers
brought the girl to a powerful climax. She wailed. The boy also cried
out. It was the most intense thing he had ever felt in his life!

     Rain Dancer felt the boy's sharp exhale in her mouth. He turned away
with an uncontrolled bought of coughing. His body collapsed onto hers. She
held the youth in her arms until his pain had passed.

     A throbbing was felt deep in Rain Dancer's cunt. It matched the
hurried pace of the boy's heart against her breast. Had he come out? She
remembered feeling his dick getting very stiff and she had some pain at the
end. Now, her body felt relaxed and sensually fulfilled.

     Squirrel Tail regained control of his breaths. They still hurt but he
didn't feel the urgent need to cough. His lungs burned. With some
difficulty, he managed to lift his body from the girl's to a sitting
position over her legs. His erection pulled from her opening. It was wet.

     A surprised gasp came from Squirrel Tail. He stared down at his dick,
seeing that it was wet and sticky. A long-ago memory fell into his head. He
had once spied on a young brave pulling over his cock for need and
pleasure.  After the man had groaned, his opening left hand had revealed
the sperm his act had brought out. The boy realized that he must have done
that same thing.

     Rain Dancer knew what the boy was thinking. She saw that his dick was
wet with sperm. Not white and thick like a man's release: a boy's weak
seed.  Yet she began to doubt even that could have come from his
undeveloped loins.  She had seen the small size to his balls. Boys of his
age weren't mature enough to come out at all.

     "I did it," asked Squirrel Tail as if it were a question. He held his
shrinking pole in the palm of his left hand, like that brave. Pride shown
on his face.

     Rain Dancer didn't say anything. She didn't want to shame this boy by
explaining what she thought was happening. She suspected that the clear
fluid over the boy's dick had come from what her womb held from Holds
Reins. She had loved that warrior earlier in his tipi and that anointed
this boy's pole.

     "Could it make a baby?" asked Squirrel Tail.

     Rain Dancer smiled. "No. I'm too young for that," she assured the
troubled youth. "We are both still a few summers away from making a child.
Yet if you wanted to take me for a wife, I would gladly go to your tipi."

     "I don't have one." Squirrel Tail came to realize what they had done.
Rain Dancer's offer seemed unbelievable; he was only a boy. How could a
girl want to marry him?

     Rain Dancer saw the jumble of emotions that crossed the boy's tense
face.  She saw that it was difficult for him to understand what they'd
done. To embrace new love... To distract the boy from his thoughts, she
complained about her legs. Squirrel Tail slowly stood up. She reached up
with her right hand for the boy to help her up.

     The two youths stood together in the rolling plains. They were naked.
Lost. They had shared the dangers of the river and survived. It brought
them closer together as friends. And much more.

     As a boy should, Squirrel Tail took charge of the situation by leading
them back to the river. He intended to follow its course up.

     "We're still on the wrong side," Squirrel Tail complained.

     "For you, maybe. This river forks ahead that will bring us to the
Split Tribe."

     "They're not your People, though."

     Rain Dancer nodded. "In the time of my grandfathers we were one great
tribe - the Kalinlepi. Others called us the Muddy River Tribe."

     "Will they help bring you back to your People?"

     "I think so. The chief of my People is in peaceful negotiations with
them to bring our two tribes back together."

     Squirrel Tail stopped. He peered across the muddy river for the far
bank but slowly shook his head. "So far across..."

     "Let me take you back to my tribe!" asked Rain Dancer. "They will help
you get across the river." For a long moment, Squirrel Tail peered into the
girl's dark eyes to read her. He saw the truth of her words. A slight
breeze blew over his wet skin, making the boy realize his nakedness. Hers,
too.

     "What will People say about..." Squirrel Tail gestured at their
bodies.

     "I'm not ashamed," whispered Rain Dancer. She reached down for the
boy's hips, holding them while staring into his timid eyes. He nodded
acceptance.  Their chests slowly came together. Below, their loins were
perfectly aligned from being nearly the same age.

     The boy's body pressed against the girl's. He felt her warmth. His
eyes peered down at her smooth opening, saw how her supple lips kissed his
pole.  To the boy's surprise, his dick erected in only a few heartbeats. It
lifted under the girl's cunt with his rosy knob pressing into her. Rain
Dancer felt his male excitement. They both looked down at it with awe.

     Rain dancer spread her legs in acceptance of the boy's need. He was
reluctant to stick in though. Mating was a new experience for him but he
knew its sweet pleasure; what stayed his advance was its consequences. He
felt that the act drew himself closer to this girl like a husband and that
was most frightening since it was a strong bond. He might not want to
return to his own tribe afterwards.

     Something sparkled in the girl's eyes. Squirrel Tail surrendered to
her utter beauty of self. She had proven to be a good friend; they had kept
each other from drowning. Her offer to help him cross the river was true.

     Rain Dancer didn't understand Squirrel Tail's hesitation. She lifted
her hungry eyes from the boy's body to find his eyes. Something interesting
was seen in its brown depths. She drew her face closer to his for a
kiss. Their lips touched; his trembled at contact but kept the tender
embrace. Hands rushed around each other for a tight hug. Their bodies fit
together. On the river bank, the two youths were embraced as one being.

     Rain Dancer moaned with delight. She felt the boy's stabs that filled
her body with wonderful feelings of love. They continued to kiss. Their
slim bodies bumped, hands surged around humping butts in a fierce mating
dance.  It surprised the girl that Squirrel Tail felt the need to have sex
with her again.

     Squirrel Tail peeked down at their groins from time to time. He saw
how his erection slipped into the girl's smooth opening like a man's flint
blade into its leather sheath. When their bellies touched, he enjoyed the
tight sensation from deep penetration. His balls pressed against her at
that moment.  When his arms relaxed over her butt, his dick pulled out. It
seemed a strange thing to be doing. Yet lust kept him in the act, filling
him with ever deepening thrills that came from his hard dick. He eagerly
stabbed into the girl's slippery opening, feeling her hot cunt yielding to
his many thrusts.

     Too soon, Squirrel Tail cried out. The girl felt his throbbing
erection deep in her cunt and signaled to the boy that she was close to
climax. Her hands pulled over his soft butt, begging him to thrust deeper
and faster until she achieved her pleasure. Their bodies tired quickly. Yet
Rain Dancer clutched her lover and made him perform.

     Squirrel Tail coughed in the girl's mouth. His gasps for breaths ended
their sweet kissing. The boy wanted to fulfill her need so he closed his
eyes in concentration. Rain Dancer felt her building thrills from the boy's
hard dick slipping through her. She lowered her eyes to his breast. Saw
that the boy's brown nipples were erect. Her own breast was heaving from
the effort.  It almost seemed like they were two boys who were belly
rubbing.

     Rain Dancer felt the boy's weight in her arms. When he collapsed, she
tried holding him up but they fell together to the ground in a tangle of
arms and legs. She recovered from the hard landing. The boy didn't.

     Squirrel Tail revealed pain on his face. His breaths were labored,
hoarse sounding that reminded Rain Dancer that he had swallowed water from
the river.  When his limbs trembled, the girl rushed to hold him in her
arms. Guilt filled her heart. She lifted her eyes unto Him with her
desperate plea for help.

     Footsteps were heard from behind. Rain Dancer turned sharply at the
sound and saw a man. His right hand was raised in a peaceful gesture. He
grinned.  The girl looked the man over. He appeared to be only a brave from
his lack of head feathers. Heavy sacks hung down from both of his
shoulders. The man wore moccasins. His breechclout was only flaps, darkly
marked with signs of having been burned. That's when she noticed that parts
of his body were scorched: his long frizzled hair, left arm and both legs
revealed burn injuries.

     "Who are you?" asked Rain Dancer. For a long moment, the man stared
back without answering. He dropped his heavy sacks and began gesturing. His
broken words tried matching what his hands shaped.

     "In peace, I come. Long walked. Your tribe close?"

     Rain Dancer tried hiding her fear. In spite of the brave's smile and
friendly gesturing, he was not from a known tribe of her People. The girl
realized with a start that this man could be a Spear-bearing Warrior! She
turned to Squirrel Tail with concern. With the boy asleep in her arms, they
couldn't even run.

     The man slowly knelt at Rain Dancer's side. His smile turned to a
frown of concern for the boy. He didn't appear asleep. The girl spurned his
offer to examine the youth. She held him protectively as if keeping the boy
from harm.

     "I can help," offered the brave. He pulled a painted bundle from his
thong belt and opened it. That drew the girl's curious glance. From within,
the man removed a small pouch and untied it. His fingers withdrew a pinch
of dried herbs. This he brought to the boy's nose.

     Squirrel Tail gasped. His eyes opened to see Rain Dancer holding him
in her lap. At her side was a strange man. Before the boy could ask what
was happening, violent coughs erupted from his mouth. He bent over in pain.
Water was coming up from his lungs with each hacking breath.

     The brave slapped over Squirrel Tail's back. The boy coughed with a
terrible sound. It pained the man to see this young boy in such
distress. He realized that the youth had been swimming and must have
swallowed some water.  That explained why both of them were naked. He had
spied on the youths embraced in a mating act on the bank. The boy had
fallen from the girl's arms just as he approached.

     When Squirrel Tail's coughing subsided, he wrapped his arms around his
sides in great pain. Rain Dancer continued holding him. She felt the light
touch of the brave's right hand over her shoulder.

     "We're lost," the girl admitted. She turned to the man and saw his
shoulders rise from not understanding what she had said.

     "Your tribe close to here?" the brave asked.

     Rain Dancer shook her head. She lifted her left hand and pointed in
many directions to gesture that they were lost. The brave smiled. He seemed
to do that a lot. He raised his hand from the girl's shoulder and pointed
in different directions to indicate that he too was lost.

     Squirrel Tail stopped coughing. His lungs were really hurting him so
he tried not to breathe so much. The strange brave caught the boy's
attention.  He was not from his tribe and from Rain Dancer's worried
glances, the man wasn't known to her either. The boy felt no threat from
him. He appeared to be a plains traveler; no horse?

     The man grinned. He nodded to the boy with satisfaction, tying his
herb pouch and replacing it within his sacred bundle. His two heavy sacks
were fetched from the ground and hung from each shoulder. The burning from
his legs and left arm was ignored. He didn't want to reveal his pain in
front of these children.

     Rain Dancer helped Squirrel Tail to stand. The man's eyes fell to the
boy's groin, taking note of his immature loins and lack of pubic hair. He
wondered why they had felt need to couple. The girl looked even
younger. The brave wasn't attracted to her since his spirit longed for
those of his sex.

     Squirrel Tail saw the man join his two pointing fingers together with
a grin. It was a gesture that revealed he had seen them mating. The boy
lowered his head in deep embarrassment. The girl peered into the man's eyes
to read his intent. She didn't feel threatened by him for some reason;
usually an enemy brave who comes upon a naked girl might feel his need to
rape her. The man's eyes shown with a gentle spirit. His grinning was
almost silly.

     Rain Dancer released a weary sigh. She looked at the river with
dismay, realizing that a long walk was ahead of them. Her stomach rumbled.

     "To eat?" asked the brave. He pulled out a food pouch from his right
shoulder sack and offered the youths sticks of dried buffalo meat. They
were eagerly taken. The man chewed down on his jerky while his eyes went to
the boy's nakedness. He was most attracted to his nice soft curves...

     Squirrel Tail felt uncomfortable. He noticed the man's attention but
didn't understand it. Taking the girl in hand, he led them up river along
the bank. He put his trust in the girl's word that her tribe would help him
across the river than in the unspoken desires of the strange brave.

     To Rain Dancer's surprise, the man followed behind them. She was glad
that Squirrel Tail wanted to return to her tribe. They would be safe there.
She didn't understand why the brave wanted to go there too.

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