Date: Sat, 2 May 2020 09:45:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Tribe Part One (Young Friends) Another new story starting, hoping it'll take people out of all this darkness if only for a few minutes! I'll continue to update other ones and there are other stories in development. Difficult times at the moment, please do give generously to Nifty, link here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html We really need this great resource more than ever during these tough times. On with the story... The small plane spluttered across the forested hills below. No sign of life for miles. And even if there was it would be pretty basic. I sulked as I looked out of the tiny the window, why the fuck were we here? Well it was pointless asking the question, I knew why. My fucking Dad. The self professed famous professor of Anthropology at Oxford. In reality I reckon you could have counted on your hand the number of people who knew who he was but his ego was certainly famous. It was this ego coupled with a very generous research grant that had made him decide to up sticks and move us from our comfortable middle class life in Oxford to a new one in Port Moresby in New Guinea. The other side of the world. The arse end of the world. For a whole fucking year before we could go home. That was the plan anyway but my Mum had gone nuts when she saw the crime rate in Port Moresby so a compromise had been reached, we'd move to Cairns in Australia and Dad would do research trips to New Guinea, Papua and West Papua. So that was all fine, we'd live in Cairns, sunshine, swimming pools, wasn't sure about the spiders and snakes but I guess I'd cope. Just me and my younger brother with Mum and then Dad would be around most of the time, other times he'd be off researching and spending the quite ridiculous amount of money he'd been given by the University to research for a year. As an anthropologist studying the tribes of Papua New Guinea, or New Guinea and Papua, or whatever the fuck they called the island now, he spent his time working on understanding the differences between them and what we could learn from them. Nothing in my view. This particular grant seemed to be more about medical research rather than cultural hence the hefty size of it. So we were due to all move to Cairns in time for the school year. Didn't know much about Queensland, just wanted to do my time and get back to Oxford. I'd had to leave my girlfriend behind, we said we'd skype and keep in touch but I could tell by her expression that the minute I left we were over. Not that I'd got anywhere with her aside from kissing, I guess I was only 14 but fuck I was horny. I'd fantasise about getting further with her, sticking my dick nto her as we'd spend the nights fucking over and over again. In reality the only action my soft 3 inches got was my hand, still it worked and those 5 inches my dick was when hard could have been put to good use if I'd stayed behind. But no, Dad and his ego strike again! It got worse, Dad had "compromised" as he put it. (although he hadn't really as we were still moving) and he wanted something from us which was twas a major catch though. Dad wanted me and my brother to experience bits of the huge island of Papua New Guinea that excited him and he loved so much.."It'll be an adventure" he said. Not sure who for though really, just him and his ego probably showing us off to all and sundry. With our blond hair and blue eyes thanks to my Mum's Swedish roots we would probably burn straight away. But we had no choice so me and Ben, my 12 almost 13 year old younger brother had to come along with him for a couple of weeks. Flying in small planes to remote airstrips, being bored shitless while he spoke to locals about missing tribes and some bullshit like that. For a 14 year old like me it was a fucking nightmare, we barely had any power so I couldn't charge my phone or gadgets. The place was full of insects, it was basically my idea of hell. This was why we were fucking flying over miles and miles of nothing. What made it worse was bloody Ben. He fucking loved all the tribal shit, reading Dad's books on them, other books on them, everything he could find it seemed. "Hey Matt. Did you know in the Sambian tribe they used to make the boys ritually suck off and drink the semen of the strongest warriors of the tribe? This helps make them strong warriors" he told me. I was having none of it. "No I fucking didn't and it sounds fucking perverted" I said to Ben hoping he'd shut up. "The Baining tribe would do a special fire dance to worship the volcano" he said, not shutting up. "I don't care" I said. "The Asaro tribe cover themselves in mud and wear pigs teeth..."he started to say until I put my hand over his mouth. "Look Ben, I know you're interested in this shit but I'm not so shut up"I said. Ben looked upset but he did actually shut up thank god. Dad was in the front dozing next to the pilot. Our plane was tiny, just a 4 seater really with limited space for luggage so we were pretty much flying with what we had on. It was fucking difficult and I was missing my mod cons. The plane vibrated as we flew and just then it and dropped a fair bit and Ben said we must be starting our descent to our next destination, some arse end place in the highlands of Papua I think, I wasn't listening when Dad told us the plan, I looked at my watch and tried to hide my concern, "Er, too soon I think, we aren't due to land for half an hour" I said. "Strap in Boys" Dad said from the front waking up obviously "might get rocky, we're having a few problems" he said which really set me off with worry. I could hear beeping from the cockpit then suddenly we plummeted down, the engine cutting out and a loud bang as we hit something. "Shit, we've hit some birds, we're going down" I heard Dad say before we then clipped branches, hit trees and suddenly everything went dark.