This story will contain mmf/ffm/ff/mm It will also contain anal and probably many other things that you'll find exciting. My imagination is going wild with this fantastic family.
Reading comprehension please... This story contains father/son male/male intimacy. Please do not read and then complain because your retinas were burned because of a cock touching a cock.
This chapter has some fantasy and imagination for Maralah, her Dad, and Noshi. Get your slippery stuff ready. This is a 9-star lube story.
Esadowa (Esa) is the father to Tama, who is the mother to Maralah. You'll have to read to discover in what depraved way Paytah is related. There are many surprises along the way so fasten your seat belts.
Xo DG
When Family is Not As They Seem
Chapter Five
Esadowa
I found Maralah in the barn with the horses.
"I wondered where you were, little one."
She was petting one of our American paint horses that we used for ranching.
"We need to give them some exercise."
"We do. Would you like to ride with me? To a secret place?" I asked, smiling.
"Of course!"
I came back with a backpack that Maralah offered to carry. She had the horses ready, so we could leave.
Our horses had always been ridden bareback with just a blanket of soft leather suede.
"I was wondering..." She toed the dust with her boot.
"You were wondering what?"
I tipped her chin up to look at me.
"I was thinking how exciting it would be to ride naked. I mean our ancestors practically did. They just wore those small loincloths and..."
While she was talking, I was already shedding my clothes until I stood in boots and cowboy hat.
She raked her eyes over me and swallowed hard. I hopped up on the back of the horse and picked up the reins.
She stripped down to her boots and hat and was already heading out. Little puffs of the dry earth around each hoof.
Looking at her from behind was an exercise in frustration. Her plump globes were spread into an upside-down heart. Her long black braid tickled the crevice of her ass.
She stopped and turned around.
"How did I ever get such a sexy Dad," she said. "Sitting so proud and straight. Your chest rippling with muscles. Your balls and cock on display between your spread legs. Mmm mmm. I hope I can wait until we get to where we're going."
Her words had my cock hard and lolling on my balls as we trotted across the landscape.
"It's not much longer. You'll be glad you waited my little tease."
She turned in her seat so I could see her breasts bouncing while they trotted on ahead. Her legs gripped her pony, and I knew what it was like to have those legs around me. Holding me tight while I was buried deep inside her.
"Oh, look at all that green!" she said excitedly. "Is that where we're going?"
"It is!"
The horses sensing excitement ahead took off at a gallop.
I had to admit the freedom of riding in the air and sun naked was something I'd never done but am glad she suggested it. It was exhilarating.
The horses walked right up to the spring, and we dismounted.
"This is gorgeous," she murmured. Watching the smooth surface of the spring-fed pond. A bug landed and we watched the tiny ripples spread, but otherwise, the surface was mirror-like.
I pulled my boots off and stepped into the cool water. I shivered for a moment because my skin was hot from the sun.
I turned and took her hand as we were submerged in the glistening blue water. Her long braid floated on the surface for a moment before disappearing under the water.
She came to me and wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my shoulders.
"I love you so much. Is it wrong that I almost love you more as a man and lover than my Dad?"
"Of course, not baby. Our relationship has gone through quite a transition lately. It's something we both must adjust to."
"I would want us like this forever," she whispered in my ear.
I didn't reply, but I felt the same. It was as though if I verbalized it, I would be doing Tama a disservice.
"What is this place anyhow?" she asked, looking around. "I'm feeling something?"
I nudged her underwater with my cock.
"I know what you're feeling."
She laughed. "No. Seriously. I can hear voices. Faint. I know no one is around, but I think they'd sound like our ancestors."
I was a bit taken aback and studied her face. She was listening, a serene smile on her face.
"When I bought this place, one of the main reasons, in fact, was they told me this area was used for Native American rituals."
She looked into my eyes for a moment, tipped her head back, and closed her eyes. Her long braid floated on the surface behind her. Her legs were still wrapped around me, and I held her.
Her lips parted and she started a low hum. Maralah didn't move and didn't seem to take a breath while she made that sound.
I knew this was sacred ground. That was also why I bought it. To protect it. I had been away from the reservation so long, some memories were vague of the Medicine Man. He was the reservation healer.
I wondered if someone was trying to communicate through Maralah.
Suddenly she gasped, jerked, and her head shot up. Her eyes were wide with fear.
"Baby, are you alright," I hugged her closer.
"I heard the voice, then a flute and rhythmic drums," she said, clearly shaken.
"I'm going to call my brother Noshi. He's still on the reservation and he has powers. I think you need to talk to him."
She nodded, finally calming down. My brother always had powers. If she did as well, it was a right of passage that she mixes with him to empower an offspring. It was the only way.
I walked out of the water with her and laid her on the soft green grass, then went down between her legs.
"Mmm, I love it when you're between my legs. You know when we were riding and I felt the horse's muscles, I thought about you. You have the same power as the horse."
"Then love I think you should climb on," he rolled to his back, "and ride me."
This beautiful woman straddled my hips, opening herself wide to me.
Our eyes locked and she held my cock, teasing the head in.
"Mmm, this is a big fat dad cock now," she teased.
"Fat for you girl, "I replied.
She slowly lowered. She looked like a wild woman. Her black braid was wet and clung to her shoulder and down over her breast. Her nipples were hard as bullets.
She tipped her head back and closed her eyes while she picked up speed. Up and grinding down. I let her set the pace. My hands on her hips, thumbs in the tiny black bush at the entrance to her heat.
She rode faster, grabbing her tits and kneading. She plucked at her nipples, pinched and twisted. Her head was still back, lost in her own sensation.
It was amazing to see and I willed myself to wait to see her through to orgasm.
Her lips were parted in a low mew as she rode faster, still kneading her tits.
"Ahhhh." The long low wail got louder and louder. She ground her pelvis into me, driving my cock deeper. She rocked and the wail got louder.
Her cunt was tight and gripping and squeezing my cock. I gritted my teeth to hold off. I wanted to watch her through to the conclusion. She was mesmerizing. A true Indian goddess.
My Indian goddess. My daughter.
Her wails reached their peak, her cunt gripped me rhythmically and she shuddered out a long hard orgasm.
My cock exploded at the hard milking, and I shot deep inside her.
Her head came up and she looked at me and blinked, as though wondering where she was. She had been in a trance.
She whimpered and fell forward on my chest.
"Baby, what happened?"
"I don't know. It was as though we were connected in a spiritual sense as well as physical. I don't know. I've never felt anything like that before."
"It was as though I was hypersensitive to your cock inside me. I could feel the veins. Each throb of your pulse. I could feel it filling and swelling. It was powerful... I don't know... It was as though something moved between you and me."
I hugged her to me. I'd heard of a trance-like state from older relatives when I was younger but never knew much about it. That would be something that my brother would know.
Maralah
Out of body. Surreal. Those words seemed lame compared to what I went through. I do know I've never felt closer to anyone in my life. It was as though something passed between us. I couldn't even explain it to Dad, but from his time on the reservation, he was aware of trancelike states.
The flutes. The voices. I could hear but not see. It was as though I was missing the power to see. That I should be seeing, but just couldn't.
I rode behind him on the way home and my horse followed. I had my arms wrapped around his strong body.
I wondered if we looked like a warrior and his woman on the horse as we slowly rode back.
"You are a warrior," I said, my chin on his shoulder.
He patted my hands that were on his stomach.
"In your eyes maybe, my love."
"What is your brother's name?"
"Noshi."
"Were you close?"
"When we were younger yes. We kept in touch after I left the reservation but haven't seen each other in a while.
"Do you think he will come?" I asked, giving him a quick squeeze.
"Without a doubt."
We did not speak of what happened at the spring. Pay and Mama were working on dinner. By the time we got to the house, Dad and I were suitably clothed.
We didn't often keep secrets from each other, but I was glad that Dad didn't mention what happened. I had much to think about.
The next evening the doorbell rang, and I swung the door open to a man that was no doubt Dad's brother, Noshi.
He had the same build but had a more rustic, hardcore red man appearance. My uncle was obviously younger, but he was well-tanned and looked like he would be more comfortable in a loincloth, headband, and feathers.
"You must be Noshi! I'm Maralah... Your niece!"
He grinned broadly showing perfect white teeth that were enhanced by the deep tan.
"I could tell by your beauty," he said, and I blushed.
"Hey hey hey," I heard Dad's voice over my shoulder and stepped aside.
They hugged warmly and exchanged a few words in their native tongue. Whatever Noshi said made Dad look at me proudly and smile.
