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This is a work of fiction that portrays its characters engaging in sex and sex-play. Any individual who is "getting busy" is old enough to do so.
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This tale is tagged as Incest/Taboo and describes sexual activity between siblings. If that type of story is not for you, this is your last warning to turn aside.
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Week 32
Despite the blissful night of stress-free sex with my sister - thanks to Miriam's gift of the tribe's secret aphrodisiac fruit-beverage concoction, I woke up early. My brain was already churning - thinking about what was - undoubtedly - coming - attacks to the north and to the east.
Almost a two-hour hike to the north - at the site where Megan and I had, originally, been stranded on this island, our tribe was actively watching for more landing-parties of kidnappers to arrive. Those groups, most recently, had been targeting Hestia's father's tribe. For whatever reason, her dad was still - despite our evidence and warnings - either unconcerned or unprepared to defend his people against the attacks. We had removed two teams so far - one small and one large - and were waiting to see what the kidnappers, slavers, pirates, or whatever they were - were planning next.
Closer to home - a stone's throw to the east - somebody was actively scouting the lagoons and the entrances to the village. It was possible it was the same group - it was just as possible that this was a second set of individuals.
The fact that the police had discovered Petal - Paul & Naomi's adopted daughter - in a holding area on the mainland suggested that the women/girls being taken were being sold to someone else. Whoever these "entrepreneurs" were, they were seeking human capital that they could sell or trade to the highest bidder - or (maybe) they were just holding them to use for some other nefarious purpose.
Regardless, I was intent on two things: protect the village that had taken Megan & I in like we were family, and do whatever was possible to kill as many of these criminals as we could. We weren't going to stop them - human trafficking is a multi-billion dollar international problem - but we could make them think twice before pulling that shit here.
Obviously, the laws of Panama - however strict they might be - protecting the indigenous people of the islands - were not sufficient to dissuade people motivated by greed or lust - so we were going to have to work to protect ourselves.
These people, obviously, had enough money (or power) to recruit a seemingly endless parade of volunteers to disappear without a trace. Taking the ship - from the first crew - the ones that had brought Megan & I here - seemed to have shut things down for a while. The boat we had recovered - and the police had said was now the property of the village - had been worth a lot of money. That seemed like the best way to damage the attackers' pocketbooks.
I headed to find Hal and caught him as he was leaving for the central fire for breakfast. I told him that I wanted to capture the boats that were dropping off the kidnappers or scouting us. I asked him if we had divers. He said there were a small number of villagers who dove to collect oysters. I asked him if he thought we could build a team - hopefully eight or ten - who could board a boat quickly & quietly. He said yes - but asked how we would get to the boat. I told him to leave that part up to me.
After breakfast, I told the chief that I needed to make a run to the mainland for a couple things to use to fight against the attackers. He instructed me to check in with all of the crew leaders to see if they needed anything while I was going.
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That night, lying in bed with my sister - after sating her lust (and mine) - I rubbed her slightly-rounded tummy and whispered to my son or daughter that was growing inside of her. She pulled me up for a hug - and some kisses that had me wondering if she was going to try for another round.
She asked me about the shopping trip - and then about how I saw the pieces working together. We were new to this whole thing - but she agreed that the risks (and work) would be worth it in the end.
I laid my head on her chest - just below her neck - and she held me close - and I slept peacefully.
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The next day, Joshua and I were up early and on our way. The first challenge was moving the workboat from the hiding spot to the lagoon. The tide was up a little and - even though there was an extra person aboard - we skidded across the shallows without trouble.
Once we got to the docks, I stopped in to see the boss (Alfonso) to ask where I could buy snorkeling & scuba gear. He gave me a couple locations he thought would be the best.
By the time I had finished talking to him, our driver had arrived.
We stopped and purchased the stuff that would need to be delivered first - and then went to get biscuits & gravy. Joshua was smiling ear-to-ear as we pulled up to the diner. He & I stand out from the normal people who eat there and - by the time we were seated - the owner and his wife were headed to our table with our usual meals & drinks. It also didn't hurt that I was a generous tipper.
Since it was just the two of us, this time, I brought Jorge (the driver) in with us. His food came almost as quickly as ours and we ate until we were stuffed.
Back in the taxi, we hit the places Alfonso had talked about - looking for the diving gear I wanted. I bought a half-dozen, each, of scuba scooters, extra batteries, masks, and spear-guns. I also picked up a solar-charging station for the battery packs - and a rebreather for me to play around with.
While I was looking at all of the diving and beach stuff they had, I saw some cool, wooden skimboards - so I swiped my personal card and picked up a handful of those for the village kiddos to try out at the lagoon beaches.
We arranged for all of those items to be delivered to the docks - and then headed to pick up the rest of the supplies - including a couple more hammocks.
I still wasn't having any luck finding mattresses like the ones Megan & I had - so I asked Alfonso if I could have some shipped to his place. Of course, he agreed. I got online and ordered two sets - one for Naomi & Paul - and another for Heather & Joshua.
It was shortly after lunch by the time we finished our shopping. Jorge, Joshua, and I stopped by the kabob vendor, ate our fill, and then we headed for the docks. After saying goodbye to Jorge, I checked in with Alfonso to see if I owed him anything. I swiped the villagers' card for some fuel. As we waited for the confirmation, I warned the boat-seller than we'd been seeing more smugglers and that I was planning to have another craft to sell him. He said that he had wondered what the spear-guns were for. "
<Happy fishing!>
" he called out in Spanish, as we headed to the boat - and home.
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Just before dinner, Joshua, Hal, and I went to the lagoon - where I showed them how to use the scooters. We threw on the masks, drove the scooters to the mooring, and back to the beach. Even without air tanks or a rebreather, we had no trouble holding our breaths long enough to cover the distance. Hal estimated that his pearl-divers would be able to go for up to five minutes without needing to surface. I - on the other hand - was going to need the rebreather to go that far - at least until I had worked on increasing my lung capacity.
We returned the equipment to my hut for now. Paul and I would need to build another storage locker for this stuff - as well as a place to set up the solar charger. Megan was delighted to discover that the charging station also had a USB charge-port. She was looking forward to being able to use her phone to capture more pictures. Up to this point, we rarely turned them on - conserving our power for when we were on the mainland - when we knew we would need them for communication.
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The next day, Hal and I started working with the frogmen - the pearl divers whom I hoped to turn into an underwater assault team. Once they were becoming more proficient with the scooters, I had to resort to using a snorkel just to travel as far as they could. We left the lagoon and followed the coast of the island for probably a mile. They had no difficulty whatsoever holding their breaths the entire distance. Each of them buzzed along the ocean bottom, reveling at the scooter's ability to give them easy access to the sandy floor. Meanwhile, the pale American with the breathing tube was stuck on the bouncy surface, hovering along like a drone to observe their playful antics.
Later, I moored the workboat in its original spot, and we practiced clambering up the sides without being detected. I split the team up. Each group took turns standing on the boat, trying to spot the assault team - defending against the attack. The next round, they traded places and tried to board the ship without getting caught or being detected.
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The following day, we circled to the right - once we left the lagoon - to explore more of the island coast. After that, we practiced more on boarding & repelling boarders. Off and on, throughout the day, Hal came out to observe, instruct, and critique. We also worked with the spear guns - successfully shooting targets above and below the water's surface. The next time we worked on boarding the boat, we did it with spear guns, ropes, and knives on our waists. We worked and worked until both teams were doing well. At that point, I mixed the teams up, and we practiced some more.
We quit a little early, switched out the battery-packs, and got all of the gear hung in the storage locker that Paul had built. I had no clue who he had recruited to get the job done - but it was perfect - like most everything he did. At dinner, I found him and thanked him. He laughingly told me he wanted to play with one of the water-scooters whenever the frogmen weren't busy training. I was going to have to dig around - to see if I had another snorkel somewhere - but I told him that I thought that was a grand idea. Joshua leaned over and said that he'd like to have a turn as well.
After dinner, a crowd of chittering younglings came over to thank me for the skimboards. Apparently, they were having a blast with them. Once against, Mother Miriam had had to clamp down on the kiddos for trying to shirk their duties to escape to the lagoons. She gave me the stink-eye, shooing the kids back to their mothers, but then hugged me and gave me cheek-kisses, whispering kind words about my generosity so that the littles wouldn't hear. More than one of them was peering out from under their mother's arms at the hug I was getting, throwing winks my way - so I really don't know that they believed all of the blustering she had vented at them. Regardless, she was a tactful people manager - and probably the greatest reason the village was as stress-free as it was. Before she left, she shoved my sister-wife into my arms and told her to keep me out of trouble. Megan's soft kisses - and cozy hugs - had my loincloth levitating - and we headed for our hut.
