It was a good first day for those three. James was proud that they had no problems, everything needed was ready. Pam had some really good building skills. In retrospect, he kind of set this party up for a smooth entry... most of the time this game is about things not working out and having to do with what it gives you. But he would not take that. Reality had done that shit to him plenty and he'd not have a virtual world at his disposal tell him what to bloody do.
Another smoke on the balcony. One every hour. Half a pack per day, on average. Okay, maybe more. He knew people who smoked more. The man quit twice but the boredom was too much for him afterward. All because that ex got him smoking. Damned woman and her demonic delusions. At a time like this, James really hoped she was gone for good.
Deep breath. Get back to the thoughts at hand. The game. A pleasant distraction from the shitty reality. He'd been playing this before it launched. The man was there before cooking was in the game. True, he sucked back then and sucked later on, but now he had his approach down to a recipe. Always mountain bases, always boreal. Even the base layout had become standard, though he kept changing around some stuff when some new mods came out. He still had room... no idea at times what to do with the rooms on the west side. Okay, there was that whole royal mod, but it was too damn buggy and just switched from one idea to the other.
These thoughts were almost automatic, but you never know what the game throws at you... geography, events, resources... people. However, this time they might excavate the mountain faster now that the builder was separate from the miner. Yes, the whole groundbreaking trait sort of encouraged one to be both, but that just meant it took forever to clean the place.
Smoke finished. He slipped back inside on this chilly autumn night. It was close to ten p.m. Plenty of time until his fatigue would force sleep.
*
Breakfast was more of the stew they had from last night, though talk around the firepit was not as important. Talk of home and some old memories... things to forget. This was their new life. Back to the tasks. Pam felt like everyone was waiting on her, having to shift her priorities a tad.
First, the girl had to set up some much better garden plots for her mother to use, set some paths around to line them up... and Anna could go to work. The nudity had less impact than yesterday, but it was still a tad unpleasant. It would get VERY cold here and clothing was a priority.
Nathan was practically looking over her shoulder as the girl was fashioning a bow and some arrows for him to hunt with, then some clubs and more bows for them... for self-defense. She was the one to start talking.
"So, you two gonna start fucking?"
She dropped that question like an anvil. The boy had no damn idea how to even answer.
"How...?"
"Come on, I could hear you two moaning from the cliff."
"Were we that loud?"
"Still haven't answered the question."
"We don't quite know. It's just... you know... we know we shouldn't do this."
"No, the old rules we had told us not to do this and fuck them. But I'm not really interested in doing anything with you, just so you know."
"Same... I guess?"
He hadn't given much thought to that new ideology. Sure, being able to play around with his mother was nice, but guys would follow dictators for pussy. Nathan would reach similar conclusions to his sister and mother. It made some sense and felt like it gave people more power than their government. Time to see what Pam thinks.
"Hey, you really want to go along with that family thing?"
"Eh, not too keen, but it sounds like it gives us more freedom. And just because it lets us, doesn't mean we have to do something."
"Hm. Good point."
Nathan had rarely seen so much of his sister, but seeing her seemed to have lost its charm. Before, she might have gotten annoyed if he so much as might see parts of her... now there was no use hiding. He saw everything. Tits, ass, pussy... it was interesting at first to see what the mystery was about, yet she was still his sister and he had most of the same thoughts as before. Yeah, they're working together, but she's annoying.
"Ya know, I think we're still going on a lot of what we were taught and that's why this other rule doesn't make sense."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it sounds like they allow sex with everyone, but it still acknowledges love and such... and marriage and loyalty and such."
"Sleeping around is kinda not a show for loyalty."
"Yeah, but not for that. For... hm. Okay, think about this. You have a wife, whoever she is, she gives decent cooking and so on. One time, she's away and you gotta eat. Let's take away thinking you'll cook for yourself... you're gonna let someone else cook for you?"
"Eating isn't the same as sex, you know."
"Yeah, but it's the whole... dynamic. Maybe when she'd cook for you it's this tender, careful thing and so on. But with someone else, you're just looking for food and don't expect anything else."
"Okay... yeah, kinda. I mean... I don't expect Rob's mom to cook for me like mom would do for us. She'd do it, but... ya know, be missing that bit extra."
"Riiiight. So it's kinda like that... it's not about you getting your meals somewhere else, it's about you not getting that whole treatment somewhere else, which might make Mom think we're leaving her for someone else."
It sounded utterly silly, but Pam had a weird, however functional logic. He got the point from the years of experience with her. Affection is not sex. Her hands kept working while the man twiddled his thumbs waiting for her to finish. Her point seemed equally unfinished.
"You're going somewhere else with this."
"Eh, yeah. I'm not interested in you, but if this thing allows it, I think it does even like this. We'd not... get up to anything more. Just..."
"Okay, I don't like where that is going. Look, I'm not... interested."
"Yeah, you're not my type, but if you two are gonna be fucking and leave me to just do myself in a corner, not gonna be too thrilled."
"You could go ask those guys that can't help but pass by."
"I think I'd rather you fuck my ass than let some weird stranger do it. Plus, they'll probably think I'm crazy or something."
Now that she mentioned it, that ass was a bit tempting. Not to tenderly make love to, but fuck hard in some attempt to belittle her. THAT was quite tempting Nathan. He didn't think of trying to punish his sis with a good fucking. Okay, not rape. Rape is not cool. The boy wanted only to render Pam into some passed-out shape as a show of superiority. Yeah, that's right... a competition. Somehow, that made sense.
"Could do that right now if you're so needy. Little sis thirsty for dick?"
"Not right now!" Beat. "But maybe wait until I'm done."
"Kinda feels like I should tell Mom."
A pause. Both thought of how they were discussing such subjects so casually and why his asking Anna made sense. Right, if they were actually going for the lovers' thing... a bad idea to just fuck behind her back without permission.
"Yup. Go tell her. Don't worry, I'm not that damned thirsty. But if a fucking week passes with you two banging next to me every night I am gonna need a good dick. And no... dildo won't do."
A chuckle from the man. Despite the conversation, it felt like they were a tad closer than before. Yes, she was still his sister and all that, but most of the time they would avoid these things. Now they could suddenly talk about those things with someone they knew wanted them to at least keep living. Nathan stood and pushed the door open to go find his mother.
He made it only a few steps before he had to stop. At first, he thought that his mother was just crouching down to plant more seeds in their garden, seeds she managed to scare out of wild plants around here. Ludicrously easy to obtain on lost worlds. But Anna was not planting at this very moment.
Nathan froze in place as he noticed the little details to define this action that he really should not be seeing. She was crouched down, legs parted a good deal, with a hissing sound coming from down there, a line of liquid drawn from her loins to the dirt. She was having a nice piss. Yes, a natural action, but you never quite see your parents doing that. Even lovers might abstain from seeing it.
The boy had a front-row seat. The woman was turned towards him, but her head was down, eyes closed, pushing it out with relief and enjoying that feeling. Also, she was in a rush to do it quickly to avoid such a scenario, that cunt really gushing with her build-up of fluid. Nathan was utterly transfixed as the sight felt... humanizing. He had just enough notice of her lifting her head to possibly go back through that door and pretend he saw nothing.
But Nathan decided to start following those ideas better. Be brave and go on to the truth. He would not turn away, watching his mother engaging in this... completely natural action. It really made no sense to hold that away if they were supposed to not be shy about their bodies. It was about admitting what is really there... well, that is there as well. And she did not look dirty... she looked a bit vulnerable, perhaps in need of someone to watch her back during this. Or front.
Anna would not do it for long, only for about twenty seconds before her head came up to focus... and she saw her naked boy staring with no shame at her. Several conflicting ideas came, some ignored simply because that was not her, others because she was not sure. She decided to bring her hands to cover that part, that final dripping, and the whole concept of her doing this.
"Nathan... I'd.." She had no argument. What did she want to say?
"If we're going to be comfortable around each other with... everything else... I think that's on the list of what we should be okay with."
