A NOTE FROM VINCE WATER ABOUT HIS EGROUP: ArtworkofIndianBoyStories ------------------------------------------------------------------- Many readers have sent e-mail requesting membership in my EGroup.Com site containing the jpeg scanned images of all the original artwork and illustrations to my printed "Indian boy love stories" works. For some reason, EGroups.Com has a problem with their SEARCH function that doesn't always bring up my particular EGroup. I have entered requests manually to gain their memberships. If you are having difficulties finding my EGroup, write me! Here's another way of gaining access to my EGroup on the Internet. Type: ArtworkofIndianBoyStories-Subscribe@EGroups.Com This should enable your membership into the EGroup without my intervention. Along with images of the booklet artwork are many inspirational pictures of Native artifacts, old photos and nude Indian men and boys. If more help is needed, send your e-mail to me at: Vince_Water@HotMail.Com ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: This fictional story depicts sexual acts between two Indian girls, a man with both girls and a boy with a girl. It also mentions how two boys liked to butt-fuck each other! If reading about such things is illegal in your country, you're under aged (and shouldn't be reading sex stories... yet!) or you're not into this kind of sex then STOP READING NOW! This short story is an 'off branch' from the "Willow Bird, Warrior" series where Rain Dancer was introduced. Her brief involvement with Willow Bird is an important story element. Its consequences will unfold in "Shaman Willow Bird" series. For the boy/lover purest, be assured that my dabbling in boy/girl love comes from a short-lived curiosity to write about it and the basis for a future story plot. Reading the ending part to "Willow Bird, Warrior" (part 10) provides the background for what's happening in this story though what I've written in this account can stand on its own. 1/2000 ****************************************************************************** SEED-RITE "Sisters' Rite of Passing Seed" 'Willow Bird, Warrior' series Copyright 2000 by Vince Water ****************************************************************************** * * * THE SISTERS' RITE OF PASSING SEED FROM ONE TO THE OTHER * The two satisfied boys were left dripping in the woods. What Rain Dancer had won from them would please her older sister, she knew so with quick legs, the girl skipped back to the tipi camp. Father Sun was already falling from the height of His sky. She realized that her sister should be finished with her morning chores and could likely be found at home. Rain Dancer was a slim Indian youth of eleven. She didn't have a pretty face but knew how to use her fists. She liked playing games with the other boys in her tribe that tested her strength and cunning against them; she wasn't your typical shy little girl. That's what sometimes got her into trouble. Her mother was often scolding her about it and her father tried hiding his embarrassment, leaving the matter solely in the care of his wife. Only Spring-flowers-in-her-hair, the girl's older sister understood her unique spirit and embraced it. The two sisters were very close. Rain Dancer always went to Open Flower (her nickname for her older sister and only used when they were alone) for advice on anything that troubled her. Of late, her growing body arose mature feelings in the girl. She was glad that her older sister embraced her desires. Spring-flowers-in-her-hair was fifteen. She was Holds Rein's wife, himself a feathered warrior of the Kalinlepi Tribe. He had everything a man could want: a pretty wife who tended his elk hide tipi, a place on the chief's council and the status of a proven man. That is, proven in battle against his enemies. Much to his shame, he wasn't winning the sexual battles when laying with his wife. In the two summers since they've been married, no baby had come to them. It was becoming more difficult for the couple to keep trying. Rain Dancer hoped that she could help with that. The girl loved her sister very much and spent a lot of time with her, even being allowed to sleep some nights in the couple's tipi. The wise shaman of their tribe believed that having the young girl near when Holds Reins mounted Spring-flowers-in-her-hair would help bring about a baby. It was thrilling for the young girl to witness how a man tried (though it was performed under the cover of darkness). What she had learned from the couple was used to coax curious boys into her. A giggle escaped Rain Dancer's lips. She had just managed to get mounted by two boys, one after the other. The younger boy was eager to slip his erection in and finish the act after a kiss but the almost-brave with his big dick was afraid, needing her assurances of keeping what they did a secret before he would finally seed her. Willow Bird's precious gift in the young girl's body would be offered to her needing sister. Rain Dancer slowed to a walk when she reached the tipis of the Kalinlepi. Her People were busy with their afternoon chores. She noticed that few men could be found. She knew that the braves were in the woods hunting while warriors stood along the river bank on guard against the Split Muddy River Tribe. No attack was imminent. The People across the river were once a part of the Kalinlepi who had split off in the time of the girl's grandfathers. It was hoped that a new peace could be negotiated between them. Holds Rein's tipi came into view. Sitting on a ground mat before its doorway was a young woman, busy in her task with sewing up a bow cover for her husband. Her face brightened when seeing her younger sister. "Ah. There you are, my Little Dancer... Didn't you remember to bring an evening meal from our mother?" She noticed that her sister came empty handed, the small head shaking to her in reply. "I forgot," answered Rain Dancer. "I can fetch it later when Holds Reins is ready to eat it. Tell me... is your husband back?" "Not yet." Spring-flowers-in-her-hair noticed the suppressed excitement in the young girl. It was similar to what she had seen in Rain Dancer yesterday when returning from her adventure on the other side of the river with that young brave... She saw a wet spot on the front of the girl's elk skin dress. Hope leaped into the woman's heart but she kept herself calm so that others in the tribe wouldn't notice anything amiss. "Let's go into the tipi!" urged Rain Dancer. She watched her sister calmly fold the deerskin cover she was sewing in one hand and pick up her ground mat. Together, they went inside. The door flap was tied from within to ensure privacy. "Tell me!" asked Spring-flowers-in-her-hair when they were alone. "I went into the woods and caught two boys playing naughty!" explained Rain Dancer. "In trade for keeping it a secret, I had them mount me. See.." The young girl pulled off her dress and with much pride, placed her hands around the lips of her wet cunt. The young woman looked over her sister's body. It could have been a boy's form: a flat chest and slim shoulders crowned with down-flowing black hair. The girl's arms were long and skinny, lacking muscles. Her groin was smooth. Supple lips formed a 'v' for an immature female's opening. Yet it held the promise of life that could make a baby had they been planted in a fertile womb. The young woman smiled. She was proud of 'Little Dancer,' her nickname for the girl that held special meaning for them both. When they were younger, Spring-flowers-in-her-hair danced with her little sister inside of their parent's tipi when they were alone. Their nude bodies had stood close and often touched when the girls practiced the dancing steps of Joining. Little Dancer played the man's role. After their dance, the two laid down together as a 'married' couple. They would whisper secret desires into each other's ears, rubbing their cunts together for thrills. It was a secret rite that had made them very close. "Let's perform your passing rite, Open Flower!" the girl suggested. In reply, she watched her sister quickly pull off her dress and kneel down before her with seeking eyes. Her nose went to sniff at her opening, no doubt smelling the sweet male scent that proved her small body had captured seed. Some of the precious fluid was leaking out. Open Flower gathered it up with her long finger. It didn't surprise the little girl to watch her sister sticking that finger deep in her own cunt. A stabbing motion was begun. Open Flower's eyes narrowed from the stolen pleasure she was taking from fucking her own cunt. The act aroused the little girl who wished she could finger her own opening for thrills. She didn't want to risk spilling out more of the boys' sperm though. The girl looked over her sister's body. It was more developed than her own with a display of black pubic hair over the woman's groin. She also had rounded breasts. The brown nipples were hard in response to the thrills she felt from fingering her cunt. Rain Dancer felt attracted to her sister. The same way a boy would be if standing in her place now. "Who were the naughty boys?" asked Open Flower between gasps. Rain Dancer cowered at the question. "I promised to keep it a secret," she explained. "And I didn't tell them about what we do together..." "Were the boys old enough?" asked Open Flower. She couldn't tell if the sticky fluid her finger had gathered was thick like a man's. "The first boy could only produce a clear release from his dick," answered the girl. "But that made my opening slippery enough so the older boy could fit in his big dick." "Then you do have a man's strong seed to offer me!" exclaimed Open Flower. When the young girl nodded her head with a grin, the woman searched her tipi for a small pouch hidden under some animal hides. She fumbled with untying its thong knot. Within, a long hollow reed was brought out with much reverence. Rain Dancer had seen this thing before. It was crafted to pass the seed her bodied carried into her older sister from that young brave she had won it from across the river. It was hoped that this would bring Open Flower a baby that her husband desired. At Open Flower's urging, the young girl kissed the sacred item. They both did and silently offered a prayer of hope unto the Great Spirit for His blessing. Rain Dancer watched as bees wax was rubbed over both ends of the hollow reed to keep it from injuring them when it was used. A light coating of dog fat was also applied to help make for a slippery entry. It glistened like a boy's spit-prepared erection in the sunlight coming down from their tipi's smoke hole. Open Flower handed the long reed to her sister to hold while she prepared their ritual bed. The brown reed dangled from Rain Dancer's hand by its deer thong tied around the middle of it. The young girl had first been initiated in its use yesterday. A way to pass seed her immature womb held from that lusty brave into her older sister's. They couldn't know yet if that rite would bear human fruit. "Little Dancer, are you sure that the older boy finished his act?" asked Open Flower. "Do you know if he squirted a lot in you?" "Yes. I think so!" the girl answered with impatience. "He had paused from stabbing me to say how afraid he was if we were to get caught. I promised him that it would be kept secret by me and I told him about that young brave from across the river who had already given me his sperm. That was assurance enough for Willow... Ah, for him to continue fucking me. At the end, I heard his sharp outcry. Boys do that when their dicks are coming out." Open Flower grinned. She beacon Little Dancer to join her over the pile of animal skins she'd thrown over the tipi floor. They would lie together and perform the rite of passing seed from one to the other. Little Dancer watched her older sister lay down. She eagerly kneeled between her opening legs. Open Flower took back the hollow reed and with care, gently inserted it between the oozing lips of the girl's cunt. The bees wax kept its rounded edge from scratching her insides. Dog fat over the wooden shaft made it an easy penetration. Open Flower pushed the long reed into the girl's opening until her fingers held the deer thong wound around its middle. "Does it hurt?" asked Open Flower. "No. A little uncomfortable... Not like enduring that boy's big dick!" Open Flower laughed. "Let's hope his sperm will be carried through this reed and into me." She gripped her sister's hips, slowly bringing the girl down between her legs with careful aiming. With the reed half sticking from Rain Dancer's cunt, it almost looked like she had a boy's erection. Rain Dancer took the brown reed in hand, gently inserting it between her sister's hairy lips. She remembered how to do this from yesterday when they had performed this rite for the first time. They had to do it in the woods because Holds Reins had been resting in his tipi after a hunt. It was a secret female rite that no man should learn about. The girl hadn't even know about it until her older sister explained how she needed to pass that brave's seed from cunt to cunt so that it could make a baby inside her. "Push forward slowly," instructed Open Flower. Her hands held the girl's slim hips to keep her from falling. She eagerly watched Little Dancer stick the reed coming out of her cunt into hers. It was an easy penetration; the reed wasn't thick like her husband's cock but unlike his failed manhood, she hoped to draw strong sperm from that boy to make a baby inside her. That would please Holds Reins. Little Dancer steadied her downward advance with hands pressed against the soft animal skins. The young girl watched her crafted brown dick slowly making its way into her older sister's cunt. The act made her feel powerful - as if she really were a boy. She had enjoyed that same feeling of manliness when trying on Willow Bird's breechclout flaps around her body in the woods. In her deepest of hearts, Little Dancer wished that she had been born male. Open Flower held most of her sister's weight in her hands. That made her arms tremble with fatigue. Little Dancer noticed, dropping her right knee over their bed to shift her weight and that made their joining easier. Open Flower shivered with excitement. She noticed the lack of breast development in her younger sister. Sprouting that wooden dick from her groin almost made it seem like it was a young boy mounting her. No balls though... The mature seed she wanted to take into her body would come from within the girl's womb. Their cunts slowly came together. The woman's hairy lips pressed against Little Dancer's smoothness. The deer thong wrapping the reed's middle hung down between their groins. Both girls sighed with relief. They've been penetrated by eager boys and men and had endured their mounting so the reed's entry into their bodies wasn't unfamiliar or scary. "Lay over me, Little Dancer." Open Flower welcomed the smaller body of her sister against her. Her hands felt down the girl's back until finding her small butt. A fucking motion was coaxed by pulling over her soft cheeks. Little Dancer wrapped her arms around her older sister's shoulders. She pressed her face down, against the woman's rounded breasts. They felt soft against her cheeks. A gasp was forced from the girl's mouth when their bodies began moving. The reed in her cunt felt like a boy's stabs. It thrilled her! Wails were sung through her nose that joined with her sister's. The rite of passing male seed from their bodies had begun. "Tell me how it felt for two boys to mount you!" asked Open Flower. Before marrying Holds Reins, she'd been seducing lusty boys to prove their manhood in her body but never had she been fucked twice in a row. Little Dancer giggled with delight. "The younger boy had to be caught in my arms first," she answered. "His older companion trapped our bodies together in his hands while he watched. I felt the boy's erection against me. He made good outside stabs. When his eyes closed, I snuck his dick into my cunt. My tight arms around his butt kept him from escaping his manly duty!" "Doesn't that boy like to mount girls?" "Perhaps not. I had caught the boy sticking into the almost-brave who was squatting over him." Open Flower came to realize which boy her sister was talking about. From the girl's earlier slip of the tongue and her referring to the older boy as 'almost-brave' it could only be Willow Bird - a boy of fourteen. He had been away from the tribe for several moons on a fasting journey to find his animal helper. He returned to the tribe as a man. If it was Willow Bird who mounted Little Dancer, she was eager to capture his strong sperm into her womb just as she had coaxed his boyish erection in her cunt for thrills when they were younger. "Did the first boy signal his ending?" asked Open Flower. "Oh, yes! He cried out his pleasure from sperming and I wailed. There was a throbbing sensation deep in my cunt coming from the knob of his erection as it squirted. Very exciting! When our bodies separated, I reached out for his wet dick. My fingers proved that his release was weak like an early teen boy. Even Willow... Ah, the almost-brave assured me that his friend's sperm couldn't make a baby in me." "I know that you're talking about Willow Bird." "Open Flower, don't tell anyone!" begged the little girl. "I promised him to keep it a secret." "Who would I tell? You are my only sister and my dear love. I'm grateful that you're allowing me to pass their seed from your body to mine." "It feels like I have a lot in me!" said Little Dancer with pride. She recalled that Crying Loon had bent over to show off his oozing hole to her - a butt full of sperm that had come from Willow Bird fucking him. Both boys claimed to mount each other often. The girl thought that it was a waste of good seed. The girls continued to clutch each other with their cunts grinding. They shared pleasure from the long reed stuck through their openings as if it were a two-ended dick. Little Dancer softly moaned through her nose. She could almost feel her cunt releasing its precious gift down into her sister. It took much effort. A question came to mind so she asked it. "Why don't you seek out older boys yourself?" "I don't dare!" she gasped. "Holds Reins is a very jealous husband. To allow a boy to mount me would risk harm to us both. I don't want to have my nose cut off in punishment! If I'm to have a baby, he must think that it came from his own loins for his pride's sake." "But... why can't Holds Reins make a baby inside you?" "I've already told you why," whispered Open Flower with sadness. She released a weary breath, giving her sister the account again. "When we were newly married, an evil spirit entered Holds Reins' body through his dick and enflamed his balls. His body was fevered for days. The shaman managed to drive the lusty demon away but not before it ate a part of my husband. "What did the demon eat?" "His balls. They are what produces sperm in the male. Even though he continues to mount me and his dick can shoot, his seed is weak as a boy's; clear and without a man's white thickness. I knew this for sure when my fingers felt his empty sac." "Doesn't he know that no baby can be sired from his injured loins?" asked the girl in a small voice. "Our shaman has told my husband this but he won't listen! It's manly pride that prevents him from accepting the truth. I love him dearly so I'm not going to say anything bad that could harm his proud status in the tribe. A baby would be a wonderful thing for us." "That's why you need me!" exclaimed Little Dancer. The girl felt proud to be involved in adult things. She loved her sister dearly and felt pity for her husband. Open Flower held her sister's warm body over hers. She was enjoying the feel of the girl's nakedness and hoped that their cunts stuck together would bridge the downwards flow of precious sperm. The young woman didn't consider what they performed as sex; they were sisters. "Tell me about Willow Bird," asked Open Flower. "Did he perform well?" "Oh, yes. And he is big!" exclaimed the young girl. "I had to stand over his feet on my tippy toes to align our bodies. Willow Bird's long dick laid against my cunt but he wouldn't let it go in. I knew that his seed was strong so I impaled myself onto his oozing knob. You should have seen his eyes when it went in completely! There was some pain. Yet the younger boy had made the way slippery inside me from his clear sperm so I could fit in Willow Bird's cock." "He is much taller than you," Open Flower asked. "In what position did the two of you copulate?" "We stood together and did it," explained Little Dancer. "When Willow Bird held me closer to prevent me from falling off his feet, I gripped his shoulders and climbed up his body until my legs wrapped around his butt. I forced his in and out stabs within my cunt by my thighs pressing around him." "Did he enjoy fucking you?" asked Open Flower out of curiosity. "I've heard that this boy was initiated into male sex by his monedo." "Well, I did catch Willow Bird getting his butt fucked by his young friend. They claimed to do each other - that it was a boy's game they often played. I showed them how a girl can also make their dicks feel good!" Open Flower laughed. She slapped over Little Dancer's butt with her palm and that sent a shiver down into her body when the reed stabbed. The girl also wailed from enjoying climax. It was so intense for them that they had to rest. "You are a dear sister," breathed Open Flower. "Without you in my life, mine would be a lonely existence..." "Why? You have a husband." "Hmm. He is more concerned with elk hunting and proving himself as a warrior. I love him but he's not a very affectionate husband anymore." "I'm sorry!" whispered Little Dancer. "Do you think if a baby came that it would change things between the two of you?" "I hope so. You are my busy bee to collect what I need for that." Little Dancer grinned. She thought about the other boys in camp that she could approach for sex. Only older boys since they had the stronger seed her sister needed to make a baby. It excited the young girl that she had already been mounted by a brave from the Split Tribe. A real man! Willow Bird's loins had what Open Flower could use but winning it from that boy wasn't as satisfying as being mounted by that lusty brave. She could still feel where his strong arms had clutched her slim form, how his hungry lips had pressed against hers. She wondered if that man would consider taking her for a wife when she came of age. Open Flower was also deep within her thoughts. She missed the carefree days of being a girl. Like her sister, she had sought out curious boys and had them mount her. It was a fine grown-up's game her boyfriends had played with her for sexual pleasure. Marriage changed everything though. Her husband often wanted to mount her so the act became a source of irritation for her and was no longer exciting. If the man were more affectionate and caring, she would relish his male need for nightly release instead of shunning him. The two girls laid together for a while in silence with their thoughts. Their sweaty bodies cooled in the slight breeze passing under the tipi's rounded wall of elk skins. Open Flower stared up through the smoke hole in prayer unto the Great Spirit. She hoped that He would answer her pleas that not only included being given a baby but for happiness. "Do you think it has worked?" asked Little Dancer. She humped her butt in a gesture that she was talking about the long reed stuck between them. "I hope so. Try getting off me while keeping the reed in your cunt." Little Dancer did as she was bid. While lifting her body from her sister's, the girl held the long reed pulling out of the hairy opening below her. She slowly came to her knees between her sister's legs. Both of them looked at the brown reed and saw that the end of it dripped. "Hold still," warned Open Flower. She sat up, aiming her mouth over the end of the reed and started sucking on it. Her fingers moved it around within her sister's womb to draw up any sperm still held in there. When there came a strong male flavor in her mouth, she stopped sucking. She stopped up the end of the filled reed with her right thumb. "I'm going to remove the reed from you and put it in my cunt," she explained. "When it's stuck in me as far as it can go, I want you to blow through it. That should fill my womb with the seed I've caught within its hollow." Little Dancer nodded her head in understanding. She felt the long reed pulling from her cunt that reminded her of Crying Loon's spent dick coming out of her. When it slipped out, the end was filmed with seed. The reed was turned around until it pointed down into her sister's hairy opening. The sticky end went in and was pushed nearly all the way inside the woman's cunt. Her fingers held the reed's end that stuck out from her body along with the deer thong. "Kneel between my legs and blow on the reed," she asked. "Gently..." Little Dancer was eager to perform this task. It allowed her to get very close to her sister's cunt with her mouth. Her nose smelled the woman's scent. It really excited her. When the girl mouthed the end of the reed sticking out from her sister's opening, she blew, almost giggling when her nose was tickled by her sister's pubic hairs. There was a bland/salty taste in her mouth. The girl wondered why male seed didn't taste good. "You did well," praised Open Flower. She slowly withdrew the long reed from her womb by pulling on the deer thong tied around it. She peered through its hollowness by light of the tipi's smoke hole. No globs of seed could be seen remaining within. "We did it!" she announced. Little Dancer's eyes sparkled. The young woman held her sister close, kissing her face affectionately. The taste of girl was exciting to her; most unexpected. She lowered her lips down the youth's sweaty body, kissing along its lime-smelling skin from her flat breasts down to her belly and then her smooth cunt. There was an attractive male odor coming from the girl's opening so she mouthed over its flavorful lips. Little Dancer arched her body taunt, gasping with delight. Open Flower stuck her tongue into the girl's cunt as far as it could go. She sucked up the lingering boy seed she found within, drinking as if it were nectar she thirsted for like a humming bird. With her hands around Little Dancer's butt, she trapped the girl's groin to her mouth. The act made the young girl tremble. Little Dancer felt sharp thrills from her cunt. She couldn't believe what her older sister was doing to her. The tongue swirling through her opening was like a soft wet dick fucking her cunt. Open Flower's hands pulled over her butt cheeks with a sexy rhythm. Her sister's warm breath came out against her as a lusty moan... It became too much for the girl. Her cunt surged with climax, making her wail loudly through her nose. Open Flower heard it. She was glad to be giving her little sister pleasure in return for emptying her womb. The young woman felt a nice tingle in her own womb. She knew it was filled with the chance for a baby and that made her hopeful; happy. Little Dancer was drawn into her arms for a tight hug. Their knees bumped over the soft animal skins that formed their love bed. Open Flower held her little sister closer until their cunts touched. They managed it by having Little Dancer half-sitting over her with legs spread. A tight clutching of the girl's butt mashed their wet pussies together with a fucking motion. They didn't need that reed inside their openings to feel the pleasure building between them. A man heard faint wailing coming from inside his tipi. It was a familiar sound. Anger fell into his stomach like a heavy stone but he contained its terrible power. In stealth, the warrior gently pulled on the tied door flap to make an opening that he could slip through near the ground. His body managed the crawl inside. In the dim light, he saw their naked embrace. Long thin arms of his wife wrapped around her lover poised above, his butt cheeks flexing. It was not what had been suspected: no man was laying over his wife. The body was small like a boy's. Anger finally erupted from Holds Reins for what the youth dared. When the warrior stood over the unsuspecting youth with his fists raised in attack, he was taken aback to discover that it was a girl; his wife's sister. What they were doing together seemed to be a female rite. A pleasurable one. The two girls were wailing loudly while their eyes were closed in concentration. Holds Reins became excited by what he saw. His anger had flown away like a startled mourning dove since his wife wasn't being unfaithful. It had been a handful of nights since last he had attended to her as a man. That's because, like most of the warriors in camp, he was on nightly guard against intrusion from the Split Tribe. A tiring vigil. He could only return to his tipi by early morning and sleep. The afternoons were spent in hunting. He hadn't seen much of his wife for the past five days. Perhaps that made the woman seek the arms of her young sister, he surmised. Open Flower felt something amiss in the tipi. When she opened her eyes, Holds Reins was staring down at them. She realized with dread that they had been caught! It was too late to separate their nude bodies and stop what she and her sister were doing together. A man had caught them in the act. "Are you initiating the girl?" asked Holds Reins. What they were doing reminded him of how a younger teen boy is sometimes given a 'growing up' rite by an older brother or uncle to test his growing loins. "Ah, yes. Rain Dancer is a curious girl who asked me how love felt." "It can be a very pleasurable experience," added Holds Reins. "Especially when a man is in need from not laying with his wife for five days." To the woman's surprise, she watched Holds Reins uncover his body before them. His cock was fully erected. Its brown knobbed dripped with excitement and would be seeking to stick in her cunt. Rain Dancer slid off her sister's legs with awe when the warrior approached. On his knees, the man grasped his wife while aiming his cock into her hairy opening. It slipped in with a single thrust. Rain Dancer was wide eyed by the man's bold act in front of her. She could see every part of their naked bodies fitting together, moving with a lusty driven beat. At night, when the two coupled, the girl could barely make out their dark forms laying one on top of the other. Only their moans of pleasure being the sure proof that they were making love. The little girl could see everything in the daylight. The man's cock was buried within her sister's opening, their pubic hair tangled together. Her eyes were drawn to Holds Reins' flexing ass. Its motion foretold the action of his hard cock inside Open Flower. Moans came from his mouth that were joined with the woman's wailing. Their arms were wrapped around each other in love. The warrior's kisses were dear. Rain Dancer became very aroused. She was amazed to witness the warrior performing his manly duty in his wife. The girl wanted to join into their love making somehow. She almost held the man's humping rear end but kept her hand from actually touching him out of fear. Her right hand went to Open Flower's hip, gently resting there. The fierceness of the adult's copulation could be felt and that sent pleasing tingles into her cunt. The girl saw that Holds Reins had a powerful body. He was older than his wife, stronger in arm muscles that encircled the woman and the warrior's knees surged with each of his upward cock thrusts. Their chests bumped. Rounded woman's breasts pressed against manly breast. Long black hair danced about their shoulders and covered sweaty backs. Two halves of human kind became one. It was a beautiful display of how love joined man to wife. The man made frantic stabs through the woman's pussy. His arms around her were tender and he gave her nice kisses. But the warrior's dick was wielded like a short spear. His ass banged away like an angry war drum. To the girl, it seemed a strange combination of gentle savageness. Rain Dancer noticed her hand on the man. His skin felt hot and clammy under her palm, muscles rippling beneath. It excited the girl that she held his flexing butt. She enjoyed the fucking power from it that drove his cock. Open Flower was wailing a lot. She enjoyed what her husband's manhood was doing inside her body that tried getting her with child. Sadly, it could not. That didn't prevent the man from performing his duty for sexual pleasure and a much-needed male release. Love energy flowed to the girl from them. A beautiful power... The youth felt her sight wavering. There was an overwhelming sensation coming from deep in the girl's body that she thought was from climax. Her hands were holding the couple's bodies; she shared in a part of their sweet joining. But no. What Rain Dancer was experiencing was something more powerful. Her eyes Saw conception at its beginning. Boy seeds planted within her sister was pushed deeper through her womb by the warrior's long cock. It found fertile ground. From the man's utter expression of love for his wife, a small life was awakened. Holds Reins growled out like a bear. His savage body slowed around the woman's, making the girl realize that he had seeded. It happened so quickly, she realized. Oh. The warrior mentioned that it had been many days since last they made love. Open Flower slowly released her husband's heated body. She relished the beauty of what they had done together. The man's kisses were nice. It had been a long time since he had showed her any affection. Usually Holds Reins was content to lay over her at night for a fuck that didn't include much loving. Something caught the woman's eye. With dread, she noticed the thong- wrapped reed laying beside Holds Reins. If the man were to see it, he might discover what it was used for and everything she had worked towards would be undone. Rain Dancer smiled at her with proud, sparkling eyes. A plan formed in the woman's head. "Do you not see how loving my husband is?" she asked. "He is a strong warrior who could show much to a young girl." Rain Dancer was surprised by her sister's words but at her gesture, took her place in the man's reluctant arms. Open Flower kneeled at their side. She grasped the forgotten reed in hand, shoving it deep beneath the animal hides to hide it. Rain Dancer kneeled between the warrior's legs. Her hands timidly held the man's sweaty body, afraid that he would reject her. Instead, Holds Reins accepted her touch. He was proud to show the girl his manliness. The youth stared down at his swollen cock. Its brown knob was tucked within the thick foreskin, dripping with spent seed. A longing came into the girl to try fitting it in her cunt. "I've been watching your love making at night," admitted Rain Dancer in a small voice. "This was the first time I could witness its beauty revealed! You have a powerful body, Holds Reins. I'm excited to be in your arms." The girl crafted her words to put the warrior at ease, playing on his pride. While she spoke, her small body was slowly fitting onto the man's. The shaft of his long cock pressed against her opening. It was difficult for the young girl not to cry out with longing. Holds Reins suspected what was happening. He allowed it, curious to see what the little girl would try with him. Their bodies were coming together. He reached around for Rain Dancer's lower back and held it. He dared not go lower with his hands. Open Flower also knew what was happening but didn't know if her husband would fulfill her sister's desire for mating. The man was obviously still in need, seen by the hardness of his cock. It seemed too big a fit for the girl's small opening yet she knew that Willow Bird had mounted Rain Dancer along with that lusty brave from across the river... Rain Dancer continued with her plan. She asked the man about his body, rising on her knees to reach his powerful chest with her hands, palming over their stiff brown nipples. All the while she was maneuvering her small body onto his. A gasp escaped from her lips when feeling his wet knob tickling against her cunt. The girl was trying not to make it obvious that she was seeking his adult male connection into her small body. "Have you ever been with a boy?" asked Holds Reins. Rain Dancer nodded her head with a sly grin. She reached around the warrior's neck, locking her hands there. Her flat breasts pressed against the man's powerful curving chest. Their faces were very close together. "I've wanted to be with a warrior," she breathed. Rain Dancer poured out as much longing as she could through her eyes for the man to see. She found lust staring back. That would make it an easier task to fetch his sperm as she planned. Not to pass onto Open Flower. The girl wanted this warrior to utterly conquer her small body. Already, the man's stiffness pressed into Rain Dancer's opening. She didn't need to look down between their bellies to know that his cock was aimed and wanting to release again as if it were a bow fitting its second arrow. The girl wanted to experience his manly strength first hand. Holds Reins saw what was in the youth's eyes. She desired him with a woman's longing that would be hard to refuse. The man broke eye contact with the girl to glance at his wife. She could see how their bodies were seeking a joining and that didn't seem to upset her. Not that the warrior minded much. This was his tipi and he always had his way with everything. He only felt concerned that she might tell her parents about it. That worry was cast aside when Spring-flowers-in-her-hair smiled. She had given her consent. With a nod of acceptance from the girl, Holds Reins tried mounting her. His large hands pulled over the girl's soft butt. He felt the wonderful tightness coming around his cock that slowly fit his all. The warrior was amazed by it. The girl's passage was slippery as if it'd been spermed before his entry. But, of course, that wasn't likely. He surmised that his wife had fingered into the girl's opening to pleasure her, perhaps even licking her sister's cunt. It was a thing he'd done with his tongue to explore and prepare his new wife's womanhood to take his big cock in her. Their honey moon nights together had been very sweet. The warrior looked down at what had come into his hands with amazement: a young girl. Rain Dancer was permitted to stay in the man's tipi with the blessings of their shaman to help bring about a baby for his wife. It was like a second honey moon. He would gladly make use of two females; sisters! Because they were made it seem like he wasn't violating tribal law by copulating with an unmarried girl. Perhaps he would even take her for a second wife when she came of age. Rain Dancer's small body was impaled on the man's. The pubic hair from his groin tickled against the girl's smoothness, proving that their unmatched bodies had joined. Her eyes were closed. Only a hint of pain crossed over her face like a cloud's shadow in the afternoon. Holds Reins waited only a moment before he tried his first thrust. It slipped easily through the girl's tight passage. Another thrust was given, a deeper penetration followed by his near full retreat. Rain Dancer kept her eyes tightly shut. The man couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or being hurt by him. He kept his stabs careful and slow. After cumming in his wife, his cock wasn't in desperate need for release. It wasn't even fully erected and that explained how he was able to fit himself inside her. His male thrills were building. He pulled on the youth's soft body as she clung to his. Rain Dancer hung from the man's neck. Her legs were wrapped around his humping butt, her thighs spread over his folded legs to make her cunt wide open. That's how she managed to fit in the warrior's short spear. It stabbed her. Slow, painful thrusts that spoke of his male power. The filling sensation both excited and frightened the girl. She endured being mounted to complete the man's need in her small body. Spring-flowers-in-her-hair felt proud for her husband. She saw happiness upon the man's face and pleasure filling his eyes. It softened the warrior's usually stern demeanor. His hands held her young sister, making sweet love to the girl. From Rain Dancer's tightly shut eyes, the woman surmised that the youth was deep in love's spell. Some pain, yes. But that came from enduring a warrior's embrace. Her small body would experience a man's sexual power. Rain Dancer felt her body relaxing. She no longer gritted her teeth from the pain when the man's stabs went easier through her cunt. His cock was a tight fit. Even after being stretched by two horny boys and made slippery by their releases. The girl opened her eyes. Holds Reins stared down at her with fire lighting up his black eyes. His heated breaths blew into her open mouth like a kiss. She lustfully took all of him inside her, above and below. His sweaty musk filled her nose. It excited her as a woman! Already, her most intimate place had been anointed by male essence from those two boys. A brave took her yesterday and today a warrior would. Holds Reins saw what he was doing to the girl. Her eyes pleaded with him to love her. He did so, fiercely! His cock moved more easily through her tight passage so he quickened his pace. Lusty stabs that brought him intense thrills that soon would get him to explode. Rain Dancer wailed out in pain from feeling the harsh thrusts in her cunt but also from the thrills the man's cock gave her, filling her. She could feel his swollen knob getting harder. Unsheathed manhood her small body took in it to vent his passion. She held onto each of the warrior's joyful battle strikes. Enduring his love. Spring-flowers-in-her-hair witnessed their love making. She was struck by how completely it consumed her husband. His male body stretched like a long bow being pulled taunt to fly its arrow. He was aimed in the girl. Her pussy had already felt its landing and she hoped life stirred in her womb. No matter if the seed came from Willow Bird or that Split Tribe brave from across the river. She wanted a baby to come to them. The warrior was frantically trying to make one in Rain Dancer. His loins were unproven but so were the girl's from her lack of maturity. Their act was still pleasurable. It bound the two together and Spring-flowers-in-her-hair was glad. Having her sister in their tipi brought back the love her husband once had for her. Rain Dancer felt her hands slipping from the man's neck. It was difficult holding onto his wild body made heated and sweaty from their lusty act. She hoped that the man would finish it soon. His knob swelled like a tight knot in her cunt so she knew that he was close to seeding. That's how the brave's cock had felt just before he released. The boys' dicks also stiffened before they spat. A wonderful climax surged in the girl. Intense thrills flew through Rain Dancer's cunt. She felt the man's arrows being released from his stiff bow inside her. The girl wailed out. Holds Reins heard it. His loins swelled with a violent climax of its own. A loud moan came out with his held breath when his cock continued to pump into the girl. Strong squirts of his seed. He didn't fear getting Rain Dancer with child because she was too young. The doom-filled words from his shaman about his balls were driven from his head. They were proving untrue. He could still cum! Rain Dancer lost her grip. When her body fell down the man's, he caught her with his right hand sliding along her sweaty back. His left hand kept hold of the girl's soft bottom to bring her onto his ending stabs until his flow ended. Then the warrior embraced his young companion with a fierce hug. Their love making was completed. Spring-flowers-in-her-hair felt mixed emotions. She saw her exhausted husband keeping the girl's small body close to his when they rested. A dear embrace. It caused a twinge of jealousy that the young woman cast away. She was happy for them. Holds Reins had satisfied his over due male lust while her Little Dancer experienced a warrior's strong love. She knew that it would bring the man back to her as a loving husband. Their breaths sounded loud in the tipi. The woman waited for them to rest after sex. She was relieved that her secret rite of passing seed hadn't been discovered by her husband. More than fearing his wrath, the woman didn't want a man to discover it. She had learned of this sacred female rite from an aged grandmother and how it had worked for her. Rain Dancer groaned in pain. Spring-flowers-in-her-hair saw that it came from the man trying to separate his larger body from the girl's. She cried out in warning: "Be still, my husband! Allow your cock to soften before pulling it from my little sister..." Holds Reins did as his wife bid. He kept Rain Dancer close to his sweaty body and saw that her eyes no longer cried out in pain. His manhood was satisfied but held its hard shape within the girl's small opening. He had forgotten for the moment with whom he was coupled with. "I'm not hurt," assured Rain Dancer. She peered into the man's worried eyes with her expression of compassion. "I dared to take a strong warrior into my body," she explained. "Mine is small. Yet I was able to endure your love passion. It fills me up!" Holds Reins gave fond pats to her bottom. They sent sharp thrills into her cunt by the man's swollen cock still buried in her. The warrior turned to his wife with concern. "You'll not tell your parents what I've done?" Spring-flowers-in-her-hair shook her head. "No. This is a private matter between us," she answered. "Didn't our shaman allow the young girl here to help bring about a baby between us?" "Yes. But I don't think he foresaw that I'd be trying to get her with child." "You cannot." When Spring-flowers-in-her-hair saw that her words could be taken wrongly, she added: "My sister is a young girl. She cannot have a baby but the trying with a man has pleased her as if she were a grown woman. Is this not so, my sister?" "Oh, yes!" answered Rain Dancer. Her body felt the easy pulling of the warrior's cock from her cunt. She saw that his thick foreskin covered the swollen knob within. Cum leaked from its wrinkled sheath opening. An urge came into the girl to grasp his satisfied manhood. She turned to Open Flower with a sly grin when she held the brown snake. With her free hand, she cupped her sister's womanhood. Her hairy cunt tickled against the girl's left palm. The vision returned to Rain Dancer. Her head turned to the man and she spoke of what she Saw: "Your fierce love for your wife has passed into her." Turning to Open Flower, the girl spoke: "I feel a new life in your body!" Spring-flowers-in-her-hair gasped. She noticed the strange glow in the girl's eyes. Turning to Holds Reins, she saw that he kept his face plain to hide his emotions. Yet the man's eyes revealed hope. "Our shaman was wise," whispered Holds Reins. "Allowing your sister into our tipi was a good thing!" The man brought Rain Dancer into his arms for a hug. He felt growing love for the little girl. Another pair of slim arms were felt around his body coming from his wife. He was glad that she accepted what they had done. After a long embrace, the three separated their sweaty bodies. They smelled strongly of sex. Holds Reins wanted to speak privately with his wife so he suggested to Rain Dancer that she go clean up in the river. The girl pulled on her dress and left. The sun shown down brightly on Rain Dancer. The girl felt good, like a completed human being for having embraced that warrior and satisfying his needs. Her sister's too! She skipped happily towards the river. Women nodded to her and smiled when the girl passed by. There were no men to be seen in camp. Even the boys had flown from the tipis; they were likely exploring the woods or enjoying games in the river. When Rain Dancer reached the bank, she saw a line of five armed men guarding it. The girl realized with disappointment that she couldn't go in for a swim. She peered across the wide expanse. On the other side of the river were the tall tipis of the Split Tribe. Columns of smoke rose from countless cooking fires. She wondered where that nice brave was. Did he ever think of her and lust to take her body once more? That thought made the youth giggle. A warrior glanced in her direction. Rain Dancer wiped the smirk from her lips since she didn't want Ringed Tail to suspect her longing for a brave of the Split Tribe. The girl turned away. She left the line of warriors, walking along the river against its muddy flow, passing the spot where she had found that old raft. Her thoughts returned to that nice brave who had rescued her when the raft had capsized. Made love to her... Rain Dancer smiled to herself. She kept on walking, deep in her thoughts about all the things that had happened since yesterday. It was as if she were entering a new season in her life. An exciting time of discovery like the sleeping caterpillar who was finally emerging from its cocoon as a butterfly to flutter happily in the wind. That's exactly how she felt. Her long walk brought her to a fork in the river. The muddy water surged south into buffalo plains or turned west to where she had come from. The only way left to her was to turn north. She skipped along the grassy bank looking for a place to take a bath. The river narrowed some. That caused an angrier flow of water that prevented Rain Dancer from finding a safe place to enter. Her body stank of sweat and sex. The summer heat was being trapped within the long elk dress that she wore. She envied boys and their use of mere flaps. Her female body had to be covered from shoulders down to her heels. Only her feet were free to press against the earth and her head to the wind and sunlight. Rain Dancer spied a small outlet. With a weary sigh, she shed her dress and jumped into a pool. It was shallow; muddy. Yet she relished the cool water against her skin. Only a stone's throw away was the river's churning waters. Staring at its flow was calming, like peering deep into a cooking fire. For a long while she sat in the pool while her thoughts passed through her head. Not dwelling on anything. After sitting for a while, the girl remembered what had brought her here. Sandy mud was taken in both hands and rubbed over her small body. It left her skin clean and feeling refreshed. The girl laughed. She took time with her cool bath. Enjoying this time alone with herself. The girl didn't consider things an adult would have. She was a happy-go- lucky spirit with no thoughts of danger and the realities of the world. Her tribe had only recently settled on this part of the river. It was unexplored land. The Split Tribe considered them an unwelcomed arrival to their hunting grounds. Only the wide river separated the two tribes. It kept the peace. The tiny hairs prickled on the back of Rain Dancer's neck. She felt eyes on her. The girl realized that she was no longer alone. She couldn't get herself to turn her head around, half-hoping that they might go away. These weren't the familiar forests of the Kalinlepi or guarded hunting grounds. Her People had only recently struck their tipis on this part of the river. Soft footsteps approached. Rain Dancer stood up and turned to the intruder. With relief, she saw that it was only a boy. A quick glance around proved that he was alone. The girl's eyes returned to him. He was about her age, wearing flaps of deerskin. No weapons. His long black hair was braided into two hanging lengths. There was a look of curiosity on his brown face. Rain Dancer felt overcome with modesty because she was naked. Behind the boy was her dress laying over a flat stone. The girl felt awkward to fetch it. The only thing to do was for her to sit back down in the shallow pool. The boy noticed her distress. His backwards glance took note of the placement of the girl's dress. He could get it for her but he didn't want to touch it. After a long moment to ponder the situation, the boy decided to walk away. That's when the girl made a friendly gesture for him to introduce himself. "Hello," the boy squeaked. "Ah. I'm Squirrel Tail. Who are you?" The girl smiled. She lifted her eyes to the boy and spoke. "Rain Dancer. What are you doing on our side of the river?" She noticed the boy's unusual accent. "I not mean to swim across!" he answered. "The current strong than expected and swept me to this side." It didn't make sense to Rain Dancer. She had walked a good distance up river so the boy's story didn't sound truthful... unless he didn't come from the Split Tribe! A pang of fear filled her breast. Again, she looked around at the surrounding area finding only river weeds and the trees in the distance. No other People. "Which tribe you from?" asked Squirrel Tail. He fidgeted on his feet. "I'm from the Kalinlepi," she answered. "You're not from the Split Tribe?" Her eyes noticed the strange cut to the boy's frilled breechclout flaps. "No. My People the Wandering Band of Tagalou." "I've not heard of them. Are they close by?" asked Rain Dancer. Squirrel Tail lowered his eyes. "No. They gone to buffalo plains to hunt for the summer, leaving me with grandfather at the Signal Place." Rain Dancer didn't know what the Signal Place was but she felt relieved to hear that she hadn't stumbled across an enemy tribe. The boy had said that he was from across the river, probably along this upper branch. The girl felt her tense body relax. Squirrel Tail seemed more anxious than her and that made the girl feel compassionate for the strange youth. She noticed that his hair was wet. It lent truth to his story. His two flaps hung down from his waist like heavy cloth. They were probably soaked with water. "Don't know if I can make my way back," the boy whispered almost to himself. "It would be too hard to swim across?" asked Rain Dancer. She stood up to get a better view of the river behind her. At this stretch, it did appear a formidable barrier to the land. "What if you were to try swimming across somewhere else?" "I've look," answered Squirrel Tail. His eyes lowered from the girl standing before him. "River has strong currents and widens up and down from the Signal Place. It lucky that I reach this bank when I did..." "What is this Signal Place?" asked Rain Dancer. "Oh. A tower of rocks that grandfather sits on to catch word from our People out on the plains." "How? I don't understand..." "My People light fires and direct the black smoke into the air with blankets." His hands made gestures to match the words that he spoke. "Why would they do that?" asked the girl. "That's how the scattered bands of Tagalou talk to each other - to tell everyone if they found buffalo, seen danger. Important things like that." Rain Dancer found it difficult to believe. How could smoke do all that? When turning to face the boy, she noticed his eyes had been low on her. He turned away sheepishly from her nudity. It sent an shiver up her spine. "Are you done with your bath?" asked Squirrel Tail. "Yes. I'm drying myself in the sun." The girl sensed that the boy was uncomfortable that she remained naked. A thought struck her. "If you return with me to my tribe, we could help you cross the river!" "No. I'll try to find a place to swim back." "You've already told me that there isn't a safe place! What are you afraid of?" Squirrel Tail lowered his eyes again. He wondered if he should admit the truth of his fears. "Ah. I don't want to get captured." He turned from the girl and started walking up river for a place to cross. "What? My People wouldn't do that to you," pleaded Rain Dancer. "Especially not after I tell everyone that you're my friend!" Squirrel Tail continued walking away. That gave her the opportunity to streak from the pool and fetch her dress, chasing after the boy while pulling it on. "How can that be?" asked Squirrel Tail, pausing his quick steps for a moment. "We only just met." "I'd like us to be friends." Rain Dancer stepped up to the shy boy. She lightly clasped his slim shoulders in her hands, smiling. He returned her infectious grin before dropping his eyes in embarrassment. She liked him. The boy appeared to be a year older and stood only a little taller than herself. His face looked different from the other boys of her tribe but not in an ugly way. There was a faint scar under his right eye that may have come from a past injury. It gave him a rugged appearance like a warrior proudly displaying his battle scars. She noticed more scars on his chest that led down into the front of his breechclout flap. Squirrel Tail noticed the girl's eyes studying him. He continued walking. Rain Dancer saw that there were more lined scars covering the boy's back. They were faint when blending into the sun darkened color of his skin. She realized that the boy was uncomfortable with her attention to them. Rain Dancer matched the fast pace of the boy's steps. They walked side by side along the river bank. In silence. Her eyes fell down the boy's body, taking notice of a healthy bulge within his front flap. It was telling of a male growth. It pleased the girl that he found her attractive. A plan began forming in the girl's head. The boy saw that his erection had been discovered. He turned away in embarrassment, running faster along the river's edge. His eyes swept across the muddy water in the hopes of finding a good place to cross. The girl chased after him. It was no good. Squirrel Tail knew that the river remained formidable with its swift currents down from the Signal Place. He would have to travel past it to find a suitable crossing. The girl kept up with his hurried pace. The boy wished she would go away now. Rain Dancer saw the boy's discomfort. She questioned her interest in him and knew that they were walking further away from the safety of her tribe. There came the real possibility that she could 'get captured' as the boy himself had admitted. She shook that troubling thought from her head. From being able to understand his words, his tribe and hers must share ancestry from the past. Like the Split Tribe. Squirrel Tail hurried his pace along the steep bank. The rear to his breechclout flapped with his fast steps, giving Rain Dancer brief glimpses of his butt. It was of lighter skin than his back and legs; nicely rounded. The girl longed for a peek under his front flap. Rain Dancer tried keeping up with the boy's pace. They followed the river together, side by side. The boy seemed to ignore her though. When she held the boy's arm to slow him, he pushed her away, making a sudden dive into the river to escape. The girl cried out in alarm. She saw him surface and struggle to swim. The current was already carrying him past where she stood. Without even considering the danger, Rain Dancer dived in after the boy. The river's chilly spirit embraced Rain Dancer. She surfaced for breath, discovering that Squirrel Tail was almost within reach. A swift kicking of her legs brought her to him. They clutched each other, their heads bobbing through the churning water while they struggled for breath. "Let's go... back!" gasped Rain Dancer. It seemed like the boy was trying to swim towards the distant bank. She didn't think he could make it! After the boy swallowed some water though, he agreed to do as the girl asked. Together, they kicked towards shore. The muddy bank flew past them. Clutching each other, they kicked frantically against the current until Squirrel Tail caught hold of a bush. Rain Dancer lost her grip of the boy's arm though. She was swept back into the angry current. Without even thinking about it, the boy dove in after her. Rain Dancer was in trouble. She had exhausted herself from swimming and could barely keep her head above water. She panicked. The girl screamed for help, not noticing that Squirrel Tail was close behind. The swift river carried them far. At the fork in the river, Rain Dancer was swept south. There was a trapped bubble of air inside the girl's dress that kept her afloat. A hand was felt over her arm. She turned, seeing that Squirrel Tail had remained with her and was trying to help her. His brave act offered the girl hope. She kicked her legs with renewed strength and together they aimed for the bank. It was no good. They were caught in the river's strong current. How could their frail kicking and thrashing win against that? Rain Dancer struggled with just keeping her head above water. The boy clung to her arm, obviously tiring from his own struggles. It seemed that they were both going to drown. Rain Dancer felt a sand bar against her chest. She tore into it with both hands, lifting her body onto it. Squirrel Tail pulled himself up at her side. His breaths sounded hoarse and bubbling. Pain shown on his face. She peered at the distant bank, awed to be caught over a submerged sand bar that was a respite to the deadly current around them. "Rest," gasped Squirrel Tail. "Don't try... for the bank yet." Rain Dancer could only nod. She felt lucky not to have drowned already. The boy showed increasing signs of distress. His breaths seemed labored. He must have swallowed some water into his lungs. The girl pulled him into her lap and held the gasping boy for a sharing of warmth. She noticed his lack of breechclout. It must have been lost in the river. Squirrel Tail wrapped his arms around his sides, shivering from the cold. He didn't resist the girl's offer to hold him in her lap. They sat over the submerged sand bar for a while. The river flowed past their oneness. Rain Dancer enjoyed holding Squirrel Tail in her arms. Her soaked dress pressed against the boy's back passing little warmth between them though. Only the bared skin of their arms touched. When she glanced down the front of her dress for his butt, it was hidden underwater. She had no chance to spy on the front of him. After the two had rested, Squirrel Tail gestured for the bank. He was still having difficulty with breathing but knew they had to get out of the cold water. They stood in the loose sand. On either side, the muddy water rushed past them. It would not be an easy task to reach the bank. Rain Dancer took side glances of the boy's groin to check out his dick. Yet he had his left arm dropped over the front of his body, modest about his nude appearance before a girl. Her body was still covered. The soggy dress weighed down on her slim frame. An idea came to Rain Dancer. She pulled off her dress much to the boy's astonishment and tied both wet ends. It formed an air bladder they could use to hold onto. She felt thrilled to have her body uncovered, an equal trade to the boy's nakedness. Squirrel Tail took careful steps forward until he found the end of the sand bar. He turned back for Rain Dancer. With a big dive, they kicked towards the bank together while grasping the air-filled dress. The strong current swept them further down river. They made slow progress for the bank. It was as if the river fought their attempts at winning freedom with its angry churning. Squirrel Tail kicked and kicked along with the girl at his side, the dress floating between them. The boy came to realize that they would be better off without it. He knew that they were tiring fast. "Let it go!" shouted Squirrel Tail. The girl's face was filled with terror at the thought. He forced the issue by ripping the dress from her hands. They continued to kick against the current for the bank. Squirrel Tail reached it first. When his outstretched right hand found the shallows, he stood up and reached out for Rain Dancer close behind him. The girl eagerly accepted his help. She felt the squishy mud under her feet. Relief filled her. The exhausted youths crawled their way up the steep bank. Upon reaching solid ground, they dropped down like wet stones. Panting. Rain Dancer turned to the boy. She smiled at seeing his pole, catching his eyes on her cunt. Her dress was floating down river but that didn't matter much to her at the moment. She was glad to simply be alive. "Now, I'm also lost from my tribe!" exclaimed Rain Dancer. The boy made no reply. She thought he was mad or something. That's when she noticed something was wrong with Squirrel Tail. His eyes quivered and lifted up into his eye sockets. His arms and legs trembled. Rain Dancer thought he was suffering from exhaustion and the cold so she laid over him. The boy's slippery skin against hers felt chilly. He continued to tremble out of control. The girl came to realize that something was really wrong with him. In the next moment, Squirrel Tail became still. His eyes closed in sleep. Rain Dancer turned her head to listen for his breaths. They came. It seemed to her that the boy had fallen under a deep spell. She continued to hold him close. An urgent prayer was asked upon the Great Spirit for his recovery. Rain Dancer wrapped her arms around the boy's shoulders. She laid over him protectively. Their bodies were touching and faces came close together. She was always checking for his breath. Squirrel Tail continued to sleep. The girl could only wait and pray. The afternoon sun warmed Rain Dancer's back. She welcomed the drying Hand of Father Sun over her body, realizing that hugging the youth beneath her prevented His life-giving rays from touching the boy. She knew there were healing powers in sunlight. The shaman had said so. She sat up over the boy's legs and began singing a life song. Her words spoke of the Golden Light of Good touching upon all living things on Mother Earth. She hoped it would be so with Squirrel Tail. After her song was done, she looked down at the boy's peaceful face. He continued to be in a deep sleep. Rain Dancer thought of going for help. That idea was quickly struck down. She knew that the river's current had carried them towards the buffalo plains, far from where even the Split Tribe had set up camp. The land was rolling and grass filled. No trees. She wasn't even sure which direction she would have to walk to find camp since Father Sun was directly above her. With a deep sigh, Rain Dancer lowered her head. Her eyes noticed the fine scars over Squirrel Tail's body. They seemed to have come from him having done battle with a prickly bush. They must have been a long-ago injury since the scars had faded with the dark tanning of the boy's body. Only down to his groin were they more noticeable; his skin was lighter there. The girl smiled to see his pole. It seemed a small male shape against his pair of reddish balls. Curiosity got the better of Rain Dancer. After glancing around, she reached down for the boy's dick. It felt warm and soft in her cupped hand. She listened to the boy's breaths to be sure that he was still sleeping. His eyes were closed. The girl dared to try something more. Rain Dancer held the tapered end of his pole between her left thumb and forefinger. She gently rolled back the boy's foreskin to free its rosy knob. When erect, she realized that the thick skin would pull back to form the dick's long shaft. A tremor of excitement filled the girl for her exploration. She lowered her head to the boy's knob, feeling it against her lips. It was soft and warm. After a moment's hesitation, she took the limp pole fully into her mouth for a taste. A gentle sucking brought her a sharp flavor not unlike eating aged fat. Not unpleasant. A giggle arose in the girl's belly. This was an act she'd never have dared had the boy been awake. Rain Dancer wondered if she could suck the boy's sperm out. Squirrel Tail was probably too young, she surmised. His pole could only pee! Only older boys like Willow Bird could get their erections to ooze from sex. Holds Reins did. His cock had dripped a lot and that helped with fitting his huge male part into her opening where he spermed her. Rain Dancer felt the boy's smooth groin against her nose. From the small size of his dick, she realized that he couldn't even squirt the clear seed of a teenaged boy. Rain Dancer scolded herself. She didn't expect this boy to try that with her. He was nice. She liked him as a new friend instead of trying naughty things. They had risked drowning to save each other. She felt something strong for this boy that went beyond sex games. But when would he wake up? Rain Dancer stopped sucking on the boy's dick. Fear for his life had the girl laying over his stomach to listen for breaths. They still came; a raspy bubbling sound. She knew that water filled his lungs. The girl didn't know what she should do to help Squirrel Tail. He really needed the aid of a shaman! Tears ran down the girl's cheeks. She clutched Squirrel Tail and cried some more. Guilt filled her heart for having made the boy so embarrassed that he had to jump into the river to get away from her. She leapt in after him only to have to be rescued, in turn. Now he laid deep asleep as if close to death from some mysterious ailment. Had some evil spirit come into the boy's lungs from the angry river? Rain Dancer pressed her wet face into the boy's chest. Her arms snaked along the ground until she gripped his shoulder blades. A tight squeeze was given him. Yet he didn't stir. The girl closed her eyes in a wish to join Squirrel Tail's lost spirit. She tried going to sleep. The girl was startled by a bright flash of light. Quick images were seen behind her eyelids that she couldn't comprehend. When she tried focusing on them, it made her head heavy. She gave in to sleep. Rain Dancer felt a cramp in her right arm. She opened her eyes and remembered the boy under her. He was still sleeping. Something tickled against the girl's groin. She tightened her legs over the boy's causing their bodies to rub. What Rain Dancer felt under her made her gasp. She quickly glanced into Squirrel Tail's face. His eyes were closed. Breaths remained even against her right ear. Rain Dancer loosened her legs. She felt their bodies rub with the boy's erection pressing onto her opening. Was that a sign he was awakening? Another check was made of his breaths. They didn't tremble with excitement and his eyes remained closed. She called out to Squirrel Tail but he didn't stir. An intense desire came into the girl to do more. Yet she felt ashamed to be forcing their mating when the boy was still asleep. He may even be close to death! Rain Dancer continued to hold the boy tightly in her arms. Her heart raced with excitement. The boy showed no sign of awakening. Rain Dancer felt that she should remember something. A quick flash behind her eyelids showed an image of her standing with Squirrel Tail in a mating embrace. Intense feelings squeezed the girl's heart. The vision was powerful! She clutched the boy under her with a longing that went beyond sex. He was a special boy; someone she was meant to be with. That feeling was hard to explain in words but she felt how right it was. Rain Dancer slowly spread her legs over the boy's and wiggled her butt. The stiff knob to Squirrel Tail's dick stuck into her opening. With a slight lifting of her body, the girl managed to swallow his full erection into her. It felt nice. Not too thick or long as a man's hurtful size but just right. They were joined at the groin. Rain Dancer saw that Squirrel Tail still slept. It surprised her that the boy could become hard without him knowing it. She tightened her arms around his back. Her legs surged around his to force his beginning stabs. Their bodies were still wet from the river. That made for an easy mating embrace. Feeling the boy's erection sliding through her opening was exciting. Rain Dancer felt her pleasure building to the point where she would cry out. Her lusty body moved over the boy's still form. It seemed wrong that he had little part in their mating so the girl lifted her head to kiss him. Deep feelings welled up in the girl's breast from the act. She kissed Squirrel Tail with the first stirrings of love. It went beyond their body's joining with her deep desire to have this boy for herself. Not unlike the feelings she had for that Split Tribe brave. But unlike that man, this boy was nearly her age, from a People not akin to the Kalinlepi. That spoke of strange rites, different beliefs and customs. A most appealing thing to the young girl. Rain Dancer clutched him with the rhythmic tightening and relaxing of her arms. She humped her butt. That drove the boy's hard dick nicely through her cunt. Another daring kiss was made... An explosion of pleasure filled the girl. She cried out with much longing. Squirrel Tail stirred under the girl. She felt his hand on her left arm, trying to push her away? "You crushing me!" complained Squirrel Tail. Rain Dancer was delighted to hear the boy speak. His eyes slowly opened and showed pain. The girl remembered what had been asked so she sat up, forgetting that their bodies were still joined. Squirrel Tail looked down his belly, at his hard dick slipping out of the girl's front opening. Rain Dancer was sitting over his legs with a look of deep embarrassment on her face. Eyes down cast at their nakedness. It took the boy a moment before he comprehended what the girl had been doing with him. He felt the lingering thrills from his erection. His lips tingled. Wide eyed, he glared at Rain Dancer. "You saved my life," she blurted out not having anything better to say. Squirrel Tail only shrugged his shoulders in a gesture that her words didn't explain anything to him. "I owe you, Squirrel Tail... And, I felt your need in my arms when trying to keep you warm." The boy didn't know what to say. He saw his hard dick. He noticed that the girl's opening revealed an inner pink from having him inside her. The thought wasn't unpleasant, only scary. He'd never been with a girl before. Rain Dancer saw that the boy was thinking about it so she pressed her cunt against Squirrel Tail's erection. A trembling gasp was forced from the girl's lips at the touch. The boy remained frozen. She gently lowered herself until their chests came together. Their eyes met briefly. "Hold me?" begged Rain Dancer. She turned her eyes away for some reason. After an awkward moment, hands were felt along her back. She reached arms around the boy's neck to hold him back. "Did we do it?" whispered Squirrel Tail. Rain Dancer smiled. "Almost. I felt my thrills from our joining but it wasn't completed." Another awkward silence. Rain Dancer didn't dare look into the boy's eyes. The excitement building in her body made her pant against his neck. She wondered if he would want to try doing it with her. There came a firm grip of the girl's back, and before she realized what was happening, Squirrel Tail rolled their bodies around until he was on top. Rain Dancer peered into the boy's eyes to read his intent. There was a familiar fire in them. His mouth opened to take in an urgent breath. Between their bodies, a connection was sought. The girl helped by spreading her legs over the ground. Rain Dancer felt his timid penetration. The boy's hard dick slipped in easily and their groins came together. She reached her arms around his back, keeping him close. The youths were coupled. Squirrel Tail remained still over her. Rain Dancer wondered why the boy didn't begin his thrusts. She stared into his brown eyes that were wide with surprise and excitement. Ah. Maybe he didn't know how a man did it, she surmised. Her hands wandered down to the boy's soft butt. She clutched his cheeks in both hands, pulled on them. Then she relaxed her hold. That act caused the boy to make a deep thrust and withdrawal. His narrowing eyes proved that he had felt sexual thrills. Squirrel Tail began making thrusts on his own. Rain Dancer held the boy's flexing butt, glad that she was able to teach him the proper motion without using words. She was sure that that would have embarrassed her young lover. The boy raised his arms under the girl until he cradled her head in his hands. He stared down at her with wonder. His male body had quickly learned how to perform but what he was feeling in his heart wasn't as easy to accept. He felt something strong for Rain Dancer that he didn't want to admit could be love. Rain Dancer felt completed by their act. Unlike the others she had coaxed into her body, this boy was different. Their love act was more intense. She felt him with both her body and her heart - his clumsy act of love; a shyness. That meant more to the girl than anything she had ever experienced before. Squirrel Tail increased his pace. His erection slipped through the girl's opening with a rhythmic in and out motion. He saw how it made her feel. She wailed softly through her nose while taking in breaths through her open mouth. But it was her dark eyes that proved most telling, hauntingly, from what they were doing together. Rain Dancer moaned with deep building pleasure. Her fingers dug into the boy's soft bottom to deepen his stabs into her cunt. She tried not crying out. That would likely upset the rhythm of their bodies before the boy was done. Squirrel Tail held breaths to bring him intense thrills. He had learned that trick from the many times he had pulled over his erection. Instead of using his hand in need, he was now performing a man's act. His hard dick was moving inside of a girl! There was pain coming from his lungs. He prevented himself from coughing. Rain Dancer felt her butt humping against the dirt. She met the boy's downward thrusts to get his dick very deep in her. It didn't matter to her that he couldn't complete his act as a man. They were embraced in love. That was satisfying enough. When Squirrel Tail felt close to exploding, he paused from stabbing. The building thrills in his dick were nice but his lungs were really hurting him. Coughs were kept in his throat. The girl forced him to continue with her tight hands around his butt cheeks. He tried wiggling out of their control. Rain Dancer noticed. She relaxed her hand's grip of the boy. Their bodies had learned how to move together. It was like a drum making its own beat against the player's hand. The tempo didn't seem to reach a climax though. She wondered about that. Another pause. Rain Dancer noticed the pain in Squirrel Tail's face. He tried holding breaths that threatened to explode out of him. Why was he hurting, she wondered? There was a revealing throb coming from the boy's dick in her cunt. Perhaps he had reached a dry climax and was trying to prolong his male thrills. She had felt many herself. Her body enjoyed riding his and it had brought her much pleasure. She only wanted the boy to finish his act. An idea came to her. While the boy's eyes were closed, she lifted her head so that they could kiss. The feel of his lips on hers brought the girl to a powerful climax. She wailed. The boy also cried out. It was the most intense thing he had ever felt in his life! Rain Dancer felt the boy's sharp exhale in her mouth. He turned away with an uncontrolled bought of coughing. His body collapsed onto hers. She held the youth in her arms until his pain had passed. A throbbing was felt deep in Rain Dancer's cunt. It matched the hurried pace of the boy's heart against her breast. Had he come out? She remembered feeling his dick getting very stiff and she had some pain at the end. Now, her body felt relaxed and sensually fulfilled. Squirrel Tail regained control of his breaths. They still hurt but he didn't feel the urgent need to cough. His lungs burned. With some difficulty, he managed to lift his body from the girl's to a sitting position over her legs. His erection pulled from her opening. It was wet. A surprised gasp came from Squirrel Tail. He stared down at his dick, seeing that it was wet and sticky. A long-ago memory fell into his head. He had once spied on a young brave pulling over his cock for need and pleasure. After the man had groaned, his opening left hand had revealed the sperm his act had brought out. The boy realized that he must have done that same thing. Rain Dancer knew what the boy was thinking. She saw that his dick was wet with sperm. Not white and thick like a man's release: a boy's weak seed. Yet she began to doubt even that could have come from his undeveloped loins. She had seen the small size to his balls. Boys of his age weren't mature enough to come out at all. "I did it," asked Squirrel Tail as if it were a question. He held his shrinking pole in the palm of his left hand, like that brave. Pride shown on his face. Rain Dancer didn't say anything. She didn't want to shame this boy by explaining what she thought was happening. She suspected that the clear fluid over the boy's dick had come from what her womb held from Holds Reins. She had loved that warrior earlier in his tipi and that anointed this boy's pole. "Could it make a baby?" asked Squirrel Tail. Rain Dancer smiled. "No. I'm too young for that," she assured the troubled youth. "We are both still a few summers away from making a child. Yet if you wanted to take me for a wife, I would gladly go to your tipi." "I don't have one." Squirrel Tail came to realize what they had done. Rain Dancer's offer seemed unbelievable; he was only a boy. How could a girl want to marry him? Rain Dancer saw the jumble of emotions that crossed the boy's tense face. She saw that it was difficult for him to understand what they'd done. To embrace new love... To distract the boy from his thoughts, she complained about her legs. Squirrel Tail slowly stood up. She reached up with her right hand for the boy to help her up. The two youths stood together in the rolling plains. They were naked. Lost. They had shared the dangers of the river and survived. It brought them closer together as friends. And much more. As a boy should, Squirrel Tail took charge of the situation by leading them back to the river. He intended to follow its course up. "We're still on the wrong side," Squirrel Tail complained. "For you, maybe. This river forks ahead that will bring us to the Split Tribe." "They're not your People, though." Rain Dancer nodded. "In the time of my grandfathers we were one great tribe - the Kalinlepi. Others called us the Muddy River Tribe." "Will they help bring you back to your People?" "I think so. The chief of my People is in peaceful negotiations with them to bring our two tribes back together." Squirrel Tail stopped. He peered across the muddy river for the far bank but slowly shook his head. "So far across..." "Let me take you back to my tribe!" asked Rain Dancer. "They will help you get across the river." For a long moment, Squirrel Tail peered into the girl's dark eyes to read her. He saw the truth of her words. A slight breeze blew over his wet skin, making the boy realize his nakedness. Hers, too. "What will People say about..." Squirrel Tail gestured at their bodies. "I'm not ashamed," whispered Rain Dancer. She reached down for the boy's hips, holding them while staring into his timid eyes. He nodded acceptance. Their chests slowly came together. Below, their loins were perfectly aligned from being nearly the same age. The boy's body pressed against the girl's. He felt her warmth. His eyes peered down at her smooth opening, saw how her supple lips kissed his pole. To the boy's surprise, his dick erected in only a few heartbeats. It lifted under the girl's cunt with his rosy knob pressing into her. Rain Dancer felt his male excitement. They both looked down at it with awe. Rain dancer spread her legs in acceptance of the boy's need. He was reluctant to stick in though. Mating was a new experience for him but he knew its sweet pleasure; what stayed his advance was its consequences. He felt that the act drew himself closer to this girl like a husband and that was most frightening since it was a strong bond. He might not want to return to his own tribe afterwards. Something sparkled in the girl's eyes. Squirrel Tail surrendered to her utter beauty of self. She had proven to be a good friend; they had kept each other from drowning. Her offer to help him cross the river was true. Rain Dancer didn't understand Squirrel Tail's hesitation. She lifted her hungry eyes from the boy's body to find his eyes. Something interesting was seen in its brown depths. She drew her face closer to his for a kiss. Their lips touched; his trembled at contact but kept the tender embrace. Hands rushed around each other for a tight hug. Their bodies fit together. On the river bank, the two youths were embraced as one being. Rain Dancer moaned with delight. She felt the boy's stabs that filled her body with wonderful feelings of love. They continued to kiss. Their slim bodies bumped, hands surged around humping butts in a fierce mating dance. It surprised the girl that Squirrel Tail felt the need to have sex with her again. Squirrel Tail peeked down at their groins from time to time. He saw how his erection slipped into the girl's smooth opening like a man's flint blade into its leather sheath. When their bellies touched, he enjoyed the tight sensation from deep penetration. His balls pressed against her at that moment. When his arms relaxed over her butt, his dick pulled out. It seemed a strange thing to be doing. Yet lust kept him in the act, filling him with ever deepening thrills that came from his hard dick. He eagerly stabbed into the girl's slippery opening, feeling her hot cunt yielding to his many thrusts. Too soon, Squirrel Tail cried out. The girl felt his throbbing erection deep in her cunt and signaled to the boy that she was close to climax. Her hands pulled over his soft butt, begging him to thrust deeper and faster until she achieved her pleasure. Their bodies tired quickly. Yet Rain Dancer clutched her lover and made him perform. Squirrel Tail coughed in the girl's mouth. His gasps for breaths ended their sweet kissing. The boy wanted to fulfill her need so he closed his eyes in concentration. Rain Dancer felt her building thrills from the boy's hard dick slipping through her. She lowered her eyes to his breast. Saw that the boy's brown nipples were erect. Her own breast was heaving from the effort. It almost seemed like they were two boys who were belly rubbing. Rain Dancer felt the boy's weight in her arms. When he collapsed, she tried holding him up but they fell together to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. She recovered from the hard landing. The boy didn't. Squirrel Tail revealed pain on his face. His breaths were labored, hoarse sounding that reminded Rain Dancer that he had swallowed water from the river. When his limbs trembled, the girl rushed to hold him in her arms. Guilt filled her heart. She lifted her eyes unto Him with her desperate plea for help. Footsteps were heard from behind. Rain Dancer turned sharply at the sound and saw a man. His right hand was raised in a peaceful gesture. He grinned. The girl looked the man over. He appeared to be only a brave from his lack of head feathers. Heavy sacks hung down from both of his shoulders. The man wore moccasins. His breechclout was only flaps, darkly marked with signs of having been burned. That's when she noticed that parts of his body were scorched: his long frizzled hair, left arm and both legs revealed burn injuries. "Who are you?" asked Rain Dancer. For a long moment, the man stared back without answering. He dropped his heavy sacks and began gesturing. His broken words tried matching what his hands shaped. "In peace, I come. Long walked. Your tribe close?" Rain Dancer tried hiding her fear. In spite of the brave's smile and friendly gesturing, he was not from a known tribe of her People. The girl realized with a start that this man could be a Spear-bearing Warrior! She turned to Squirrel Tail with concern. With the boy asleep in her arms, they couldn't even run. The man slowly knelt at Rain Dancer's side. His smile turned to a frown of concern for the boy. He didn't appear asleep. The girl spurned his offer to examine the youth. She held him protectively as if keeping the boy from harm. "I can help," offered the brave. He pulled a painted bundle from his thong belt and opened it. That drew the girl's curious glance. From within, the man removed a small pouch and untied it. His fingers withdrew a pinch of dried herbs. This he brought to the boy's nose. Squirrel Tail gasped. His eyes opened to see Rain Dancer holding him in her lap. At her side was a strange man. Before the boy could ask what was happening, violent coughs erupted from his mouth. He bent over in pain. Water was coming up from his lungs with each hacking breath. The brave slapped over Squirrel Tail's back. The boy coughed with a terrible sound. It pained the man to see this young boy in such distress. He realized that the youth had been swimming and must have swallowed some water. That explained why both of them were naked. He had spied on the youths embraced in a mating act on the bank. The boy had fallen from the girl's arms just as he approached. When Squirrel Tail's coughing subsided, he wrapped his arms around his sides in great pain. Rain Dancer continued holding him. She felt the light touch of the brave's right hand over her shoulder. "We're lost," the girl admitted. She turned to the man and saw his shoulders rise from not understanding what she had said. "Your tribe close to here?" the brave asked. Rain Dancer shook her head. She lifted her left hand and pointed in many directions to gesture that they were lost. The brave smiled. He seemed to do that a lot. He raised his hand from the girl's shoulder and pointed in different directions to indicate that he too was lost. Squirrel Tail stopped coughing. His lungs were really hurting him so he tried not to breathe so much. The strange brave caught the boy's attention. He was not from his tribe and from Rain Dancer's worried glances, the man wasn't known to her either. The boy felt no threat from him. He appeared to be a plains traveler; no horse? The man grinned. He nodded to the boy with satisfaction, tying his herb pouch and replacing it within his sacred bundle. His two heavy sacks were fetched from the ground and hung from each shoulder. The burning from his legs and left arm was ignored. He didn't want to reveal his pain in front of these children. Rain Dancer helped Squirrel Tail to stand. The man's eyes fell to the boy's groin, taking note of his immature loins and lack of pubic hair. He wondered why they had felt need to couple. The girl looked even younger. The brave wasn't attracted to her since his spirit longed for those of his sex. Squirrel Tail saw the man join his two pointing fingers together with a grin. It was a gesture that revealed he had seen them mating. The boy lowered his head in deep embarrassment. The girl peered into the man's eyes to read his intent. She didn't feel threatened by him for some reason; usually an enemy brave who comes upon a naked girl might feel his need to rape her. The man's eyes shown with a gentle spirit. His grinning was almost silly. Rain Dancer released a weary sigh. She looked at the river with dismay, realizing that a long walk was ahead of them. Her stomach rumbled. "To eat?" asked the brave. He pulled out a food pouch from his right shoulder sack and offered the youths sticks of dried buffalo meat. They were eagerly taken. The man chewed down on his jerky while his eyes went to the boy's nakedness. He was most attracted to his nice soft curves... Squirrel Tail felt uncomfortable. He noticed the man's attention but didn't understand it. Taking the girl in hand, he led them up river along the bank. He put his trust in the girl's word that her tribe would help him across the river than in the unspoken desires of the strange brave. To Rain Dancer's surprise, the man followed behind them. She was glad that Squirrel Tail wanted to return to her tribe. They would be safe there. She didn't understand why the brave wanted to go there too. *** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ End of file: SEED-RITE Look for part one of the series: "Shaman Willow Bird"