Eva and her brother Adon are hunters and gatherers in the dawn of time, before the world was civilized. Nuh had fathered them both, though the cradle of civilization had not yet developed an awareness of kinship along with its bonds and bounds, morals and mores.
There were many things Eva didn't know—that humans had not yet discovered or developed. Language and emotions existed only in rudimentary form. Clothing seemed completely unnecessary in the sub-tropical heat, and at night they slept near a fire anyway for protection from wild animals. Sex was an instinctive biological urge—unimaginative, non-recreational and simply procreational, though they may not yet have figured out the correlation with pregnancy.
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Several years earlier, Eva's adolescent body had started to swell and mature. Now, having attained its optimum layer of curvy padding, her sexy figure was entirely enticing. The allure was plain to see since none of them were self-conscious about their open nakedness.
She'd always known Adon. They'd had the same parents and were close in age. During childhood, she'd thought of him like a sister, although he obviously had different genitals, like their parents did.
After her father taught her to fuck, her attitude changed and she realized that Adon, too, would one day catch her like she saw the rabbits and squirrels doing. She realized that the differences between them would one day conjoin them, if only occasionally.
When that day came, he rump-humped and fucked her like her father had before that.
Recently, he visited her after dark, too. These episodes were quite different than the way he fucked her during the day, teasing and treasuring her parts before pleasing and pleasuring her. The siblings took more time this way because there were no other distractions.
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She thought of him differently than Nuh; perhaps because they'd grown up together, been curious together, been adventurous together; or perhaps because of the intensity of his recent attentions after dark.
Sometimes Eva was still awake. Sometimes he woke her. Late at night was better for playful sex than before dawn when Nuh might be more wakeful. Once, Nuh stirred when they were playing together and Adon stepped quickly toward the edge of the clearing as if to relieve his bladder. He redirected his soaring tube down at a clump of grass, but it would produce no water. He sat on a nearby stone outcropping and motioned to her. She joined him later when she heard Nuh breathing deeply again.
They had never felt any shame or guilt copulating in front of others, but the way they had started doing it seemed—well—different. There weren't words to explain it, and being watched might break their intense concentration. An act that had never before been more than biological now seemed to be more than enjoyable; it was becoming recreational fun.
He didn't come to her every night. Sometimes they were both exhausted and slept soundly all night soon after lying down in their places near the fire.
Often, though, she lay awake thinking about him. He was strong. He was a good provider; his hunting prowess provided the small game their small family unit needed. He was also a fearless protector, though she realized that she could be threatened by a dangerous animal sometime when he wasn't with her.
Would he come to her tonight? She thought of how excited he became when he caressed her breasts, his penile erection thickening to nearly the size of her wrist. What he did with her body aroused her own curiosity. She had discovered that, unlike his, her pee-water did not come from the same hole used for sex. It was a weird discovery—one of little significance.
She also noticed that there was a spot somewhere along that furrow that felt different, was somehow more sensitive. That had far greater significance to her. When she ran her own finger along there, it was hard to even find it, but when Adon rubbed her, particularly with his slippery cock, it was especially pleasing. She reached her hand down there now and recalled another discovery.
She had noticed that when his attentions were long and drawn-out, her vulval lips were left enlarged, swollen, overfilling the notch between her legs so that even when she spread wide, their puffiness nearly met to conceal her inner parts. Now, and at all other times, those fleshy folds were shriveled.
Oh, and she was barely moist there most of the time, certainly not slick. When he touched her though, her folds instantly oozed a slippery substance. Then they were like a moss covered stone in the brook. The seepage softened his stroking touches so they were not abrasive, but more delicate, more communicative. Or did the slime come from his body rather than hers? She wasn't sure.
She realized that she wanted him, to feel his touch. By now, he was surely asleep and she didn't know whether he would stir. Will he come to my side? Come on top of me? Come into me? Cum inside of me? She was restless and sleep evaded her. She rose and, walking between the fire and Nuh to see whether he would notice her shadow pass his face, she crossed to Adon's prone form.
Sex was initiated by males. That was the most obvious thing about watching squirrels and rabbits. The female ran and the male gave chase.
But I don't want to run from him; I like the way he kindles a small flame in me that spreads into a consuming fire.
She lay down beside him, hoping he might notice. He didn't.
Should she disturb him? It could be dangerous to startle a virile male protector. She moved his sharp bone dagger beyond his reach.
He was lying on his back, his muscular, hairy chest slowly rising and falling as he slept. She gazed at his nipple and recalled the pleasant sensation of him licking and sucking hers. She gathered her hair so that it would not fall forward and then tentatively, ever-so-lightly, she wet his nipple with the tip of her tongue and gently blew on it. It had no effect.
Of course not; he's asleep. She broadened her tongue blade and massaged his nipple with it. He stirred then and brushed with his hand as if to shoo an insect. She barely jerked her head out of the way in time.
She glanced down his body. His legs were splayed wide so that his genitals were openly exposed to her gaze. She crouched to study them. She'd never seen them up close, never had the opportunity to examine a man—or the desire, either. His one-eyed snake drooped lazily as it slept. She pursed her lips and blew gently on its head, ready to recoil if it awoke to strike. It did nothing. But she noticed movement of the sac below it.
The two stones within his scrotal sac hung at different heights, as usual, which seemed to be typical of any mammal she had observed. As she blew puffs of breath at his snake, however, the lower stone drew up to the level of the other one and his whole sac seemed to come alive. The stream of air that reached it seemed to cause the wrinkled skin to squirm as one part shrank and another part stretched.
Eva was fascinated by this new discovery and it took some of the edge off her desire. No, it just delayed it. She still wanted him—tonight. If he wouldn't wake, she would wake him—but how? She recalled how moistening his nipple stirred him, and an idea entered her mind. His nipple? Or his dick head!?
She decided his dick head was the more sensitive, though more adventurous and scarier. And besides, she'd already licked his nipple to no avail. She glanced up at his face, noted the position of his hands, gathered the loose strands of hair in one hand and leaned in to give his snake head a quick lick. Recoiling quickly, she sprang back to see his reaction.
Adon had been fast asleep, but the quick dick lick roused him instantly. Eva was more awake, however, though she hadn't anticipated what he might do or how she would respond. When his torso started to rise, she instinctively stiff-armed his chest and straddled his hips, planting a knee on each side of his waist.
He had been jolted awake, though he wasn't sure how. He immediately recognized that it was Eva pinning him, of course, otherwise he would easily have flipped her off as some kind of threat. What she was up to, he wasn't sure. Suddenly, there were three things that he became acutely aware of. One was her hair. She was dangling it in his face and whipping him playfully with it.
The second thing he sensed was her boobs, which normally clung to her ribcage. Whenever she bent forward over a task near the fire or stream, the mass of her breasts strained to separate from her chest. She swayed over him now, boobs drooping low, catching his attention as her nipples brushed the hair on his chest.
The third thing that caught his attention—about which he was most acutely aware—was how close her cunt was to his dick. He could actually feel the radiant heat from her joint warming him down there. She was barely a hand's breadth away, maybe closer.
