The first thing I heard when I come close to the hot springs was the sound of a girl laughing.
Now, I was formerly known to be somewhat bashful around womenfolks, but that was back when I was a boy. Now, fresh off my grand tour of the mountains, I was a man.
I climbed off my old mule and tied him to a tree and eased up over the rocks around back of the pools. It wasn't like we owned the springs or anything, but this was generally thought of us Akens' territory, and the way us mountain clans had a way of raiding each other, you sort of got used to being wary of strangers.
And the girls in the pool was strangers to me. There was two of them, both young and blonde and bare-assed naked. I figured them for sisters right off, on account of between the two of them they had the two finest sets of tits I had ever seen, and their long, beautiful legs was similarly topped off by yellow triangles of fine, silky hair.
I felt my prong stiffen against my leather war-kilt, and I stood taller for a better look.
One of the girls saw me, and she stood up in the water, her fine, firm tits glistening wetly in the morning sun. "Why look there, Glory," She said, pointing up at me. "It's one of those bear-men we've been hearing about."
The other girl turned and looked at me, and those two were so much alike they could have been peas from the same pod. She frowned. "Are you a bear-man, mister?"
I shifted uneasily and removed the massive cloak that I typically wore when it was coolish. "I aint no bear-man. I got that cloak from a bear I kilt with my bare hands. There's nary a tear in the whole hide."
The girls laughed, and I could feel my face turn red. "They must grow awful puny bears up hereabouts, then." The girl called Glory said. "Hey Ellie- you think he's bigger than Pa?"
Ellie squinted. "Hard to say from here. Why don't you come on down a little closer, Bear-Killer. Is that what they call you?"
I hopped down a couple of rocks to the waters edge to buy myself time to compose a witty reply. "Nope." Says I. "My name is Braken. This here is my pool you're in."
"Why, he must be one of those Akens' boys we've been hearing so much about, Ellie." Glory said, wading closer. The water pooling up between those glorious globes was some kind of distracting, but I kept my attention on the conversation at hand. "Braken Akens. That's quite a handle."
I shrugged in what I hoped was a clever fashion.
Ellie was leaning back against a rock, idly kicking her legs, which served to give me little glimpses of pink. A lesser man might have stumbled and fell right in, but I caught myself and leaned nonchalantly against the rock like I'd meant to do that all along. "So this is your pool, is it?" She asked sweetly. "Does that mean you're gonna go and punish us for being in it?"
I swallowed, and shifted. My hard-on was growing awful uncomfortable in that damned kilt.
"So what you got planned for us, Mr. Bear-Killer?" asked Glory. Or maybe it was Ellie. I was starting to get confused.
"Well," I allowed. "Maybe I'm going to marry you."
The girls guffawed. "Both of us?"
I shrugged. I had married me two girls on my Grand Tour, both just for the one night, on account of I was travelling fast, and their kin was hot on my trail, eager for blood. And I had conquered me a couple of others too, in the heat of battle- so I wasn't no virginal child to be all hoorawed by these two.
"You think I couldn't? Or I could just go on and conquer the two of you, then. 'Course, then I'd have to take on your kinfolk and all, but there aint a man in the mountains that can stand up to me, with axe or hammer or fist."
Glory- or maybe Ellie- stood up and folded her arms. "You sound pretty sure of yourself for a bare-faced boy who aint even grew a beard yet. What makes you think we'd let you conquer us?"
I bristled. "Why wouldn't you? I can out-fight, out-eat out-drink, and out....fuck....any man from here to the great red river. I'm the best singer, the best dancer, the fastest runner and the handsomest man this side of the flatland desert."
The girls both waded right up near me, scowling. "So says you." Snorted Ellie. "Take off them duds and hop in here so we can get a better look at you. Then we'll decide on if there'll be any conquering goin' on."
I shucked off my belt and tunic and wriggled out of my war-kilt and stood there a minute to give them a good look at the goods. I knew I cut a manly, muscular figure, and my pecker, which stood straight out a-pointing at the clouds, had been universally loved and admired by the girls I had recently married and/or conquered.
I dove into the pool and came up between the two of them, lifting them both up easily onto a shoulder apiece.
The girls giggled. "Well, you seem strong enough, for one of these local boys, anyways." Glory said, slipping down to stand next to me. Her hand snaked around my pole and squeezed. "And this surely does feel nice and big. But how do we know you aint gonna just give us a few pokes and then squirt and be done, leaving us in the lurch?"
Ellie slid down behind me, and she ran one hand over my bare hind-quarters, while the other came around to massage the muscles of my chest. "A girl can't be too careful these days." She murmured as she leaned up to nibble on my ear.
Glory stuck her head up behind my head and pulled me down for a kiss. Her hand was twisting over my rod, and I felt Ellie's come down to join her.