Alice thought cocks would be sexier.
It was, naturally, the first time she had woken up next to one. Uncovered, at least. Her experience with those was definitely lacking. Her first view of a real, in person, dick had been the day before, as Tom walked towards her own nude body and proceeded to fuck her senseless. It had been fun. She had not seemed to have been herself in the moments leading up to the fucking, but that could be put down religious fervor. She now, somewhat, understood those crazy sex cults. It was so freeing to let yourself go once you could put the responsibility on some person or god. Now, as she propped herself up, she was able to get her first good look at the male appendage.
Again, not that impressive.
It was soft, for one thing. Small, flimsy, laying in a mess of brown hair. Tom obviously had not groomed down there. She hadn't either, really, her own eyes dropping down to the furry blonde triangle between her legs. Alice didn't have a bathing suit and nobody was going to be seeing the place, so nothing apart from washing had been needed. Would that change now? Hmm... Alice kind of liked herself down there. Tom, she might have trim himself a bit, but she was fine the way she was.
Reaching a hand out in the dim morning light, everything in the tent cast in a green hue, she ran a finger down the cock's short length. For a moment, Alice had a worry that this was wrong. If she had woken to Tom touching her, she'd be screaming rape. But... they HAD gone to bed together. Nude. What was the point of such a thing, if not to say that your body was open to your partner? So, he was fair game.
Her hand grasped the flimsy tube. If she stretched it out, the head popped out beyond the circle of her fingers, but just barely. Relaxing her grasp, it sprung back a bit. Heh. She did it again. And again. This was fun!
The fourth time, it didn't spring back. Alice bent down closer, moving the cock a bit to put it more in the light. It was... bigger. She squeezed. Also a bit harder. She could feel it inflating, like some balloon. Her own inflatable sex toy!
Alice glanced up at his face. She liked him. Had, as soon as she saw him. That was not influenced by any baby-wanting God. No. What she felt, desired, at its core came from herself. So, because of that...
Her eyes returned to the growing erection in her hand. Inexperienced she may be, but gossip and the internet had filled in many gaps. Lowering her head, Alice lightly licked.
****
Tom woke to a feeling he had not had in ages.
He knew at once what it was. You never forgot that. Hell, he had not forgotten any sexual activity he had ever been sober for. That he knew of. Someone was lightly sucking on his cock. There were only three possible people that could be, of which only one was likely.
If, for some strange reason, he opened his eyes to see Zak doing it, many questions would have to be asked and beliefs challenged, because it felt incredible.
Luckily, it was Alice. She was laying next to him on the tent floor, body half off the sleeping bag, as she slowly moved her mouth up and down. Bad blow jobs did exist. Tom had experienced a few of them, particularly from one woman he had been with for a month or two (beggars, choosers). Alice may have been a virgin a day ago, but she had picked up skills somewhere. Maybe they were god-given.
If so, another point in this new religion's favor.
His movement stopped her, Alice slowly pulling up and off of him. She smiled, eyes twinkling.
"Not upset, I hope."
"Nope." Hands going to her shoulders, Tom pulled Alice on top of him. Her skin was soft. Smooth. He didn't kiss her, not knowing what shape his breath was just then. Instead, he attacked her breasts. She moaned, both hands going to the back of his head as her butt settled on his stomach, pressing back against his cock. He sucked. Licked. Lightly bit. She gasped at the last, hands grabbing his hair but not pulling away from his mouth.
"God." It came out as a whisper. Tom released her breast. His eyes rising, he found her staring down at him with wonder. Her mouth dropped, finding his. Her body slid back, rising up over his hard cock. Tom felt her moving around, like someone reaching blindly behind the TV to plug a cable in. Both gasped as his member slipped into a warm wetness. Pushing herself up, away from his kiss, Alice settled down around him.
The front flap of the tent opened.
Tom saw a nude Zak looking at them with astonishment. He didn't blame the boy. Tom was astonished himself looking at her from this angle, and she had to look just as good from behind. Alice showed no sign of stopping. Grabbing her hips, he spoke.
"What is it, Zak?"
"Um..." The boy blinked. "Can I fish? For breakfast?"
"Yes."
The flap closed. Alice dropped forward, hands on the ground on either side of his head, hips working furiously.
Tom hoped he caught a lot. They were going to need all the protein they could get.
****
Tom let Zak clean the smallest of the three fish, the boy watching as Tom did the others first. So far, fish was all the land was providing, food wise. That would have to change. As Tom watched the others clean off their plates around the fire, he wondered how you made pancake mix from scratch. That was what he would miss most once they transitioned from store bought food to local supplies. Maybe the last of the money could be used to buy a few years worth.
"So, what are we doing today?" Zak's voice was happy, excited. This life seemed to suit him. Tom couldn't help but smile. The kid also seemed perfectly happy without clothing. His brown body was thin and scrawny, just a bit of black fuzz here and there in the usual places, but there was definite strength in him just waiting to be worked. Work the boy seemed more than willing to do.
"You are WAY too chipper, Zak."
Krissy was not scrawny, nor happy or excited, although she WAS just as nude. Her body was nicely fleshy and rounded. Some of that would come off, most likely, as the days and weeks went by, but he hoped she mostly stayed the same. He hadn't lied when he said she was beautiful. She was. It might just take a bit for her to believe it.
"Nothing wrong with chipper," Tom said. He looked around, contemplating. "I think, today, we should take Alice's plans to our future house site and see what it will take to actually build something. See what we can do ourselves, and what we maybe can ask for help with."
"Do you think she WILL help?" Krissy asked. He shrugged.
"Don't know. I wouldn't be surprised if there's a bunch of perfectly straight tree trunks all the same size somewhere around here, though."
****
"So... out to here."
Alice dropped to one knee, marking the point on the rock under her with a cold coal from the fire. She drew a right angle, showing it was the corner, before standing again. She looked at the others.
"What do you think?"
She watched as they contemplated her plan. Alice had marked out the outline of their proposed home, starting with the rock face and its natural fireplace, extending out over the natural rock floor. Various stones and branches denoted furniture and features. Seeing it herself, Alice had to admit she wasn't happy with it. What had seemed great on paper, just looked... small and badly designed full scale. Which, she supposed, was where experience comes in. Knowing what in fact works, how designs translate into reality. Alice felt another pang at not staying in school. There was so much she still had to learn.
"I don't like the kitchen," Krissy said. Alice walked over, bare feet having no problem handling the stone and dirt.
"What don't you like?"
"All of it, really." Krissy pointed to the vague outline of counter tops. "You're not giving us nearly enough space here. We're going to be preparing meals from scratch. It's going to take HOURS, sometimes with two or three of us working. We need more room." She turned. "I want a work table behind me. So, you know, I can be cutting up meat or something on the counter, then turn and sit and peel carrots or something."
"You know how to cook?" Tom asked. Alice saw Krissy blush a bit, nodding. Her entire front became pink, down almost to her belly button. Alice never knew that was how people blushed. You learned so much, going around naked.
"Dad wasn't going to cook. And, Mom..." Krissy didn't finish. Zak was nodding.
"She's good! I love it when she cooks!"
"That's good," Tom said. He placed a hand on her shoulder. Krissy's blush intensified. "You are here by nominated as our official cook. Feel free to order us around so we can help you any way we can."
"Yeah!" Zak moved to hug his sister. Alice blinked at the sight. There was nothing sexual about it, which surprised her. Nudity was always sexual, right? Giving her brother a squeeze, Krissy regarded Tom.
"So if I'm the cooking slave, what's your job?"
"We'll have to work that out," he shrugged. "See what we're best at. We'll need someone to focus on the farm, someone to tend the chickens and any other animals we turn into livestock. Someone to fish, hunt. Someone to cut wood, and everything else that has to be done to survive."
Alice found herself nodding as she looked around the future kitchen. That just made sense.
"Any other problems with the design?"
"We're going to need a cellar." Krissy frowned at Alice's wide eyed disbelief. "Don't give me that look. We're going to need a storage cellar, root cellar, whatever you want to call it. Something cool underground to store food."
Tom nodded.
"My grandparents had one, complete with dirt walls and floor." He walked off the rock, examining the dirt ground. "We can try digging down here, see what we find." He kicked the dirt. "Hell," he said, looking up at them, grinning, "if we wait a few days we may find it's incredibly easy to dig here."
"Having a Goddess on your side is SO awesome." Krissy's voice only had a hint of sarcasm.
"What I don't like," Tom said, walking back onto the flat rocks, "is the layout. We can add on to the house later as we need room, naturally, but I think we should start with three bedrooms, if not four."
"Why?" Alice frowned. "We're only going to need two."
Tom smiled. That made her feel a bit better.
"The kids. Like I said, we can always add rooms, or even a second floor, but if we can put that off for a few years all the better. A nursery, and another bedroom for when they've outgrown the nursery, would be good."
He had a point. Alice hadn't even considered babies, silly when that was the entire point of all this. She looked again at the large expanse of stone under them.
"Well... I was trying to keep the size of the logs we needed down, but if we get big enough ones we can take it all the way to the ends. That'll give up room for more bedrooms running along the south side."
"We probably should go exploring for tall trees," Zak suggested. Alice grinned
"Volunteering?"
"Yeah! There's lots of places we haven't gone yet!"
Her eyes slid over to Tom and Krissy. Hmm...
"You two stay here. Zak and I will look around for a bit."
Motioning to the boy, she quickly grabbed a small bag, moving into the forest before they could react.
****
Tom looked at the vanishing blonde, amused. There was no subtlety involved here. Not that much was really needed, and he did appreciate the thought. As the cute behind vanished, followed by the boyish behind he refused to categorize at all, Krissy let out a razz-berry. Her arms were folded over her large pillowy breasts.
"That was NOT subtle."
Tom couldn't help but laugh.
"My thought exactly. She's not a practiced schemer, is she?"
"No," Krissy scoffed. "That she isn't. One reason I like her. What you see is what you get."
"That is a good trait," Tom agreed. He looked around the clearing. "Any other changes you want to make to her design, as long as she's not here to defend it?"
Krissy tossed him a glance he couldn't interpret. She shrugged.
"Not really. I'm not a designer. Never played with legos or anything."
"Those were good points about the kitchen."
"Thanks." She blushed. Not wanting to embarrass her, Tom turned and wandered over to the other side of the 'house'. He entered the "Master Bedroom", with its large bed marked out on the flat rocks. He wondered, exactly, how they'd work as a floor. Yes, the stone poking up out of the ground here was mostly flat, but it was a series of flat-ish rocks with cracks and gaps between them, with grass and moss popping up. Better than dirt, yes, but, still...
"So, are we supposed to make mattresses and blankets?"
Tom smiled. She was lucky her comments and sarcasm came off, to his ears, as cute and endearing. Otherwise, she'd be toss out of eden faster than you could yell "Snake!" Squatting down, wondering that his muscles no longer had the age related aches a week ago, he lay on his back, the rocks cool against his skin. Krissy scowled.
"What are you doing?"
"Testing the bed. It seems comfortable enough as it is."
The end of her mouth twitched. Tom closed his eyes as she walked closer. His view soon would have been up between her legs, which probably would have made her uncomfortable. He snuggled back against the stone, the sun warm against his skin.
"If someone insane like you was picked to father this race, what does that say about our new Lady?"
"That she had incredible taste," Tom replied, resisting the urge to look at her. He tried to picture her reaction. What she'd do next. He'd barely started on the project when he felt and heard movement beside him. Krissy let out a grumble.
"This is NOT comfortable. You're a liar!"
Laughing, Tom rolled onto his side, facing her. Krissy lay on her back mere inches from him, head turned. He found himself looking right into those eyes, curly black hair framing that oval face that had begun to fill his dreams.
"Am not," he said softly.
"Are too." Her voice was a whisper.
There were temptations Tom could resist. Krissy was not one of them. Slowly, giving her time to react, he reached a hand over, cupping the back of her head. His body leaned closer. Krissy's eyes widened, her body shook, as Tom's lips gently touched hers.
She whimpered, even as he felt her own hand come up to touch his face. Her body turned to face his, unexpectedly coming to press fully against him. The kiss broke, both of them inhaling in shock. His cock, well behaved before this, shot to full hardness. It pressed against her stomach.
"Oh!"
He thought she'd move away, if only for the moment. Krissy surprised him, her hand dropping from his face down his chest, grabbing the offending penis. She squeezed.
"So this is what all the fuss is about..."
Tom smiled, his own hand moving to grab one of her large breasts. She gasped.
"And these," he said. Using his larger size, he moved her onto her back, his body over hers. His mouth dropped down to the closest nipple. Both her hands shot to his head, fingers entangling in his hair. She tasted of sweat and spring, the firmness of the hard nub contrasting delightfully with the incredible softness of her breast. The rest of the world vanishing, Tom nibbled and sucked, seemingly forever. Krissy gasped and cooed, moaned and whispered his name. He felt her shudder. Once. Twice. He kept going.
At some point, their bodies shifted. He was between her legs, looming over her. Releasing his new favorite toys, he moved up, face once again inches from hers. He felt his cock touch wetness.
Her hands grabbed his ass, pulling the same moment he thrust. She engulfed him.
"Ah!"
Her eyes were closed, expression half discomfort, half wonder. She was not as tight as Alice, but Krissy pulsed around him. Afraid he would cum right there, the feeling exquisite, he quickly pulled back and thrust. Her body resisted, gripping him firmly as he forced his way in and out. He looked down at her, amazed.
"God... oh, God. Krissy..."
Her own eyes were half open, lost in her own pleasure. He forced himself to move faster, her body now matching his rhythm, releasing him as his tip neared the entrance, gripping hard as it pushed back in. Her legs and arms wrapped around him, like a soft blanket against his back and ass. It felt...
It felt like home.
His release came suddenly. One moment he was thrusting in again, the next it exploded out of him. He buried his face against her neck. Never. Never had it been this good.
Was this... love?
****
"Do you think they're doing it yet?"
Alice almost tripped at Zak's words. She caught herself, hand going out to a convenient tree. After a half second considering the matter, she wondered why his remark had startled her. He was fourteen, knew about this stuff. Maybe she just still considered him the little brother. Back in control, she smiled at him.
"No idea."
"I like Tom," he said. "He'll be good for her."
Spoken like someone who has no idea the emotions involved in all this. Which, in a way, she was glad of. Things were probably going to be complicated enough with the three of them. Zak staying out of it would simplify things immensely.
The trees around them changed. Alice looked upward. She had no idea what type they were, a tree being a tree, but the trunks were tall and straight. Not that large around, either. She stopped before one, reaching her arms around it. Her hands overlapped. Once it was down, the branches removed, the four of them SHOULD be able to move, even lift, it.
If not, they'd have to cut the trees into boards, and who knew if they could even try that.
"Zak, count the trees." She pulled a tape measure out of the shopping bag, measuring the diameter and width.
"All of them?"
"Not in the forest, no. Just the ones like this one. I want to know what I have to work with." She dropped the tape and grabbed her notebook and pencil.
"Neah."
That didn't sound like Zak.
"Neah. Neah."
She looked down.
A black goat looked up at her.
Alice looked over at Zak. He was kneeling next to a brown and white goat, petting it. The boy looked over at her, face all smiles.
"Want me to count these, too?"