The hut was cold, and it was quite past the usual time when all the village members had taken to their shelters when we arrived. I had been lost in my deep memories of my sister and I having our intimate discoveries together, and had almost walked by our very familiar dwelling.
Entering it, I immediately set to trying to build a small warming fire in the fire pit, to distract myself and to bring down the huge swell of my groin. I 'pushed' thoughts of Amanna away – gruffly grabbing pieces of wood and kindling, then moving outside the hut to grab more. I basically ignored Lynn – hoping the two women would figure themselves out somehow.
They didn't.
I couldn't believe it. They were both practically useless – which pissed me off to no end – they basically came inside and watched me make the fire. I could feel my face heating up as they looked at me – and it did absolutely nothing for the bulge in my pants as I did so. The pressure of the situation gnawed at me. My mind flopped between two things, and only two things. On one hand, all I seemed to be able to think about was the bed, just feet away. How Lynn and I had last left it, with me trailing a finger down between her naked breasts towards her belly button, smiling at her and telling her this place was just for us. On the other hand, when I tried not to think about that, I felt the bulge in my pants. The throb. And remembered why it was there. Remembered what I'd been thinking about on the way home. Flashing over it in my mind.
I burned myself on the started coals – working when I didn't need to. The fire was going. I cursed and growled.
Lynn looked meek for a moment, then came over to me to check my burn. I snatched my hand away from her, almost making like I was going to hit her; this frightened Amanna for a moment – more shocking her than anything else. My face immediately changed to one of demure sorrow and mild shame. It seemed for a moment that scaring Lynn was one thing – part of a pattern that we'd somehow been in but were gradually breaking out of. But Amanna and I had never had such a pattern, and seeing me react like that was weird for her. She brought her arms up to cross her chest, as if protecting herself.
"I'll sleep here," she said quietly, moving with a shuffle to the distended pile of coverings and furs at the end of the bed which had served at Lynn's self-made coddle of a nest, before that fateful night in the mountain. The night we'd lost and found each other.
Lynn looked at me, almost relieved, her face coming up with its pale parched look to it – so alabaster white and so innocent in its desire to just want to have this place be for us. With no sharing. I wanted to tell her right then. Wanted to share what my relationship with my sister had really been. But I had the fear. The same fear I had always had about that. Even with Lynn, now. Especially with Lynn. As I came over to my wife to move to the bed with her, I felt a stiff dropping in my throat. How I had somehow gone from not caring what this tiny ghost of a woman had in her head… to desperately wanting to stay as the focus of her heart.
We stopped watching Amanna and went to Lynn's side of the bed, sitting on it. Lynn just sat there for a moment, looking at me. I looked back at her. I knew she was asking me questions, silently. Questions like "what does this mean?", "is she staying forever?" But at the same time, I knew that Lynn wouldn't voice them. She never did. She just looked at me with her eyes, demurely waiting to see what would happen. Waiting to be frowned at or told what to do. So I told her. By doing.
Standing in front of her, I took off my cloak and shirt, leaving my naked chest exposed. And I looked down at her with a soft smile. She gulped and went a bit red faced – glancing over towards the end of the bed.
Amanna had disappeared from sight, but we could hear her shuffling with clothing and the furs and the coverings that were there. And we could hear the crackles and pops from the fire just beyond her as the room warmed up.
Lynn cocked her head and looked back at me, with a strained expression like it was more than she could bear, being put in this situation. I reached out and put a hand on her face, then leaned close to her for a moment.
"Relax," I said in a very slow, quiet, and warm voice. "Just get into bed. That's all."
Lynn looked down at her lap. I stood there for a moment, actually wondering what she was going to do. What else could she do?
She turned a bit, reaching for the bedclothes and turning them down, before sliding into the bed a bit. With barely half of her body out of it, she slithered her stockings down and her dress up, staring at the end of the bed while quickly moving them in front of her, before getting herself settled in the bed very modestly. Then finally she withdrew the clothing from in front of her after the main parts of the covers were in front of her. She looked very uncomfortably back at me during the whole time. I just stood there. I almost had to chuckle – but then again, I knew things that she didn't know.
I opened my pants and pushed them down easily – freeing my manhood for a moment, which had pretty much returned to its flaccid state. I sighed and recognized how cold it was in the room – save for the meager warmth emanating from the fire. Taking a last glance at where my sister had bedded down, I casually grabbed at the covers over Lynn and lifted up.
Lynn immediately reacted as if I'd exposed her entire naked body to the world – clinching up her thighs together and covering her breasts with her upper arms. This I had to chuckle at.
"Move over. C'mon." I said very quietly through my guffaw. "Yer being silly." Lynn moved way over; almost to the point of falling out of the other side of the bed. I slipped into where she had been and drew the fur coverings and layers of soft hides over me – realizing that her small frame had done little to warm the area before I'd gotten into it. I also realized that she would be freezing cold unless she came up beside me to share my body heat.
I sighed. Lynn just lay there – turned away from me a foot and a half away and shivering a little bit in silence. Obviously very upset with the nature of the situation and confused as to how to do anything about it. I listened and heard nothing from Rayna.
Lying on my back, I slowly reached out my arm, to the point where the end of it met Lynn's cold buttocks. I then rotated my hand outwards, to curve along the soft roundness of her skin and just hold her there – my palm against her padded flesh. She scarcely moved, and after a moment seemed to relax, to breathe a little easier; to feel more comfortable that this tight, enclosed space underneath the coverings was still ours, away from the invasion of another person in our hut.
I squeezed her rump slightly, very slowly, before running my fingers just as slowly down to the keyhole area of the crack of her ass, fondling softly there for a moment. She wriggled soundlessly back on the bed for a moment, then rolled over. Her eyes were shut, but she came up against me, and I had to move my hand quickly out of the way so that she didn't roll on top of it.
Her upper hand came to rest on my chest, with my arm now below it. After a moment she swung her upper leg lightly above mine – and I couldn't help but notice that now my hand was exactly between her legs; right at her crotch as she snuggled up to me, breathing shallow into my neck. She kissed my jaw lightly, and I noticed how cold her nose was.
"I'm sorry." I whispered to her, barely audible. All she did in response was nuzzle a bit down into the pillows underneath our heads, and kiss my ear. In response I rotated my hand in between her legs, and moved my palm up – to cup her mound. She was warm there. Very warm. She leaned her leg a bit forward across me, spreading the two extremities more as I began to just barely touch. I smiled.
I easily placed the tip of my forefinger right at her entrance, then trailed it up between the lips of her pussy, parting the labia and making sure not to cause too much friction, before resting gently against her clit. I sighed in the bed for a moment, keeping my hand still as I lay on my back with her, right beside me. She didn't move for a moment. Just lay there and breathed – but in mere seconds I could feel the heat from her face increase next to mine. I waited in pins and needles – to see if she was going to shut her legs and pull away from me in embarrassment, or….
She kissed me again. A peck and a nuzzle, and her hand on my chest came up to stroke silently across my muscles, feeling for my tiny nipples. Her face still seemed hot, as though she really didn't want to be doing what she was doing, but couldn't deny her own interest. And I couldn't deny myself either. The bed… our bed… had become our sole sanctuary for our unhindered love of each other. Free of any kind of masking or restriction of any kind. And now… with Renya at the foot of it. Basically at the gates of our fortress… even Lynn wanted to make sure that we still held strong in what we had discovered and built up.
What we'd come to know we both needed – each other.
My hand pressed up a tad – forming pressure on her pubic bone with the palm and my fingers skirting down around her gathering wetness. Her outer lips weren't really large, but were enough for me to feel between my digits and work – and enough to use to push together to massage the nub of her pleasure center at the top of her slit. I dipped my index finger back down to her entrance and rolled the tip of it around the small lips – the wettest part – before dipping it in and out.
Lynn's shoulders tensed up, and she bit lightly into the skin of my shoulder to stifle a groan and a high sigh, while her ass came up slightly and then around and back down onto my hand – obviously a sign that she approved of my movements. Her hand on my chest came up to the far side of my face, gripping it as she fought to control her breath under my ministrations.
I continued with my hand – lying straight on my back – imagining my fingers were my cock, being controlled expertly by Lynn or by… Amanna. I closed my eyes and listened to Lynn trying to control her breathing. And to her barely audible mewling sounds of pleasure as I played with her cunt. Rolling the wet lips around the nub, then pulling on them slightly, then dipping my fingers in her again, to massage the ooze of the wetness into her for more lubrication.
She smashed her face against my neck and sucked in breath through the pillow – unable to do anything but concentrate now on the fact that she was approaching the edge of her shuddering orgasm. The heat on my hand was incredible, and I could feel the sweat coming off of the rest of her arm and her face. There was no way that she could stop the sounds she was making now – but it was also obvious that she didn't care anymore. Neither did I, really.