"Dad," Dave said, slapping him on the back," you're a real bum!"
"And you're a real gypsy," Jerri said, looking at her mother.
"Aw, come on, I'm just an average housewife!" Lydia joked.
"Okay, settle down, everyone, and eat," Carol announced, dishing out scrambled eggs.
Of course, Jerri and Dave thought it all a "front," which would end as abruptly as it had begun. But as the days wore on, they became more and more skeptical that perhaps their parents were really going to try a new life style-despite their clown-like garments and their forced hippie talk-and the realization that Mom and Dad might join the tribe seemed to hit them.
"I thought they were kidding," Jerri said, talking to her brother in the living room late one night.
"Me too! But did you see the way Mom smoked that joint this morning?"
"Yeah, and the way she's getting ready for the baby, and the way Dad talks about planting and raising animals…"
"Christ, Jerri, I really can't believe it!"
"What a joke on us, huh?" Jerri said, standing up. "We ask for understanding and we gain two more people. I'm going to sleep."
"Good night," Dave said as she left.
Lydia and Ray stayed. Yes, it had been a kind of "front" at first, a kind of experiment. They knew they wanted to break away, to drive across the country and see what it was like, to experiment with marijuana and see just what kind of a life their kids had been so excited about and dedicated to spreading around.
And they liked it. It suited them, suited all the secret wishes and desires they'd had for years. They liked the ranch, they liked being part of the tribe. No one considered them as Mother and Father, because they were just another two people that, in time, everyone grew to love. The tribe numbered eight.
After more weeks went by, Lydia and Ray became even more integrated into the style of life on the ranch. After a session of heavy grass smoking, all eight members of the tribe were relaxing by the little river, which was beginning to go dry as the summer approached.
Before they knew it, their conversation took on sexual overtones, and Lydia and Ray responded. Up till this time, they knew the group often shared sex, but Lydia and Ray shied away from any encounters which had to do with petting or making love. But now, in the afternoon sun with the aid of marijuana, Lydia and Ray dropped yet another convention, opened up yet another facet of their hidden desires. They joined the group when everyone removed their clothes.
Lydia may have been on the fat side, but her breasts were beautiful-round and thick, with enormous nipples. She had a patch of pubic hair thicker than Jerri's. Ray had a fat cock, much like his son's, and it grew hard as soon as he dropped his pants.
Without questions, without fears, Carol wrapped her hand around Ray's extended penis. In a moment he was lying back on the grass, spreading his legs as she sucked him into ecstasy. Rob played with Lydia's tits as Russell fingered her cunt. Then Dave joined in, placing his cock between Lydia's open lips.
David! Suddenly Lydia realized she was sucking her son's penis-she looked around, the organ still in her mouth-and no one was surprised. Then, sighing a breath of relief, she accepted the fact. If she could give pleasure, why not give it to her family first? She sucked on his cock till he filled her mouth with cum. She wasn't his mother now, and he wasn't her son. They were members of the tribe. And the tribe had gone beyond being the incestuous tribe. Roles didn't really exist-except when sleeping together, when relating deep love-and everyone was equal, loving one another as only a family could.
Jerri moved over to take Carol's place at her father's penis. He didn't even notice who was performing on his cock. He was in the stars, his head swimming with passion.
On top of the hill, Jim watched smiling. He would join them, perhaps tomorrow, but now he had chores to do.
None of them could be certain of the future, how long anything would last, how long anything would remain the same. They lived and loved from day to day, alone in their wonderland on Snow Canyon, with just a few friends and even less enemies.
In a month, the girls began their school, with Lydia teaching piano as an extra added attraction. The men farmed the land and raised the crops and sold them. Ray and Jerri together purchased some of the Circle-T lands, and they began to breed horses.
Shortly after that, on the warmest day yet that summer, Tracey gave birth to a baby girl, with the entire tribe watching, helping, sharing in her pain and joy. They named her Jerri. The tribe numbered nine. And that's where it stayed.