"Okay," Dave said.
The next few days were spent working around the ranch, talking late into the night, singing in front of the fire as Tracey played her guitar. A freedom was emerging in each of them. Honesty was the key to their lives together and with each minute they began to feel not like friends, not like brother and sister and sister-in-law and lover and roommate-they began to feel a closeness like a new family, a people, a tribe. And that's what they began calling themselves: THE TRIBE.
And in three days Tracey and Dave had made up their minds. When they arrived Tracey was wearing hot pants and boots and a knit blouse. Dave was wearing pressed pants and a short sleeve shirt. Three days later Tracey was walking around in a long peasant dress, barefoot, and Dave was wearing jeans for the first time in his life. A change had come over them. They decided to stay.
Dave and Jerri wrote a joint letter to their parents, explaining their position, asking for love and understanding, and begging that they be left alone. They told their parents they were a tribe now and that they were embarking on a whole new way of life.
They drove the rented Mustang into Santa Fe, dropped it off at the rental office there, mailed the letter, picked up some supplies and drove to the ranch. And the tribe spent a quiet evening at home.
Chapter 3
It worked out better than any of them dreamed it would. All the members of the tribe worked together, lived and ate together, and were almost sleeping together. Dave and Tracey, because they were married, didn't participate fully in the sexual activities on the ranch. They would join in kissing and petting sessions, but when the situation would turn to intercourse, they would confine their bodies only to each other.
But then things began to change. About two weeks after Dave and Tracey had made their decision to stay, Tracey went into Santa Fe, to an art show with Carol and Russell. Jerri and her brother were alone 'in the house that afternoon and they didn't know what to do.
"How about taking a walk to the creek?" Jerri suggested.
"Sure. It's a beautiful day," Dave said, getting up from the couch.
Jerri jumped up, took his hand, and together they walked out into the warm afternoon air. They walked past the front gate of the ranch, and then jumped the now completed fence and continued over the grassy field till they came to the wooded area near the hill. The creek was nearly dry at this time of year and they sat near it, watching the trickle of water flow past them.
"Looks like a miniature Rio Grande," Dave kidded.
"Sure does," Jerri said, lying back on the grassy slope.
"You know what's the best thing about living here?" Dave asked his sister, leaning on one elbow, next to her on the ground.
"What?"
"You. Getting to know you. Do you realize we've never talked before? We never knew each other!" Dave opened his shirt.
"We never had time," Jerri agreed. "You know, that's what I mean by pressures-there were always so many pressures on us that we never had the chance to get to know each other."
"I never knew you really didn't want to be a model and did it because Mom and Dad expected it," Dave said, sincerely.
"I always thought you wanted to manage a damn supermarket like Dad! Hell, I didn't know you wanted to be a bum!"
Dave sat up straight. "A bum? Please, that's a vulgar word. I just want to be unemployed for the rest of my life!"
Jerri laughed. "Oh, David, it's so much fun having you and Tracey here."
They looked in each other's eyes for a moment. Suddenly the mood changed, and a feeling came over them, one that they had been rejecting for days now. They were attracted to each other.
"You know," Dave began softly," I kinda feel we're more like good friends than brother and sister."
"I'd rather be your friend than your sister," Jerri said, placing her hand on his shoulder. "That way things are easier, you know? I mean being a friend is by choice and being a sister is forced"
"So you choose to be my friend?"
"I choose."
Dave bent down and kissed Jerri lightly on her cheek. He stared in her eyes for a moment and then quickly sat up and turned away.
"What's wrong?" Jerri asked, sitting up also.
"Nothing. I just felt I was getting carried away," Dave muttered.
"Hey," Jerri said, putting her arms around him," we're going to be honest, right? That means honesty in what we feel like doing as well as what we say, so be honest."
"Jerri… "Dave said, turning to her. "I want you. I've wanted you for days. I can't stand seeing you making it with Russell and not being able to touch you myself."
There was a long silence, Jerri felt much the same way. She had been intrigued by her brother's body. She had never seen his penis, she wondered what it looked like. She wondered what it was like for Tracey to be fucked by the handsome guy. And she wondered what it would be like to have sex with her very own brother.
"Kiss me," Jerri said. Dave's eyes opened wide. She meant It and he could see that she did. His moment of initial shock wore off quickly and he brought his lips to Jerri's and kissed her gently.
Jerri wrapped her arms around her brother. Together they fell back to the earth as they kissed passionately, moving their tongues in and out of each other's mouth in fury.
Dave knelt above his sister with his knees on either side of her thighs. He quickly took off his shirt as Jerri opened his belt and then zipped down his jeans. Dave began to unbutton her light blouse, and in a moment her shapely breasts were naked before him.
He bent his head down and kissed her nipples lightly, brushing his tongue over them. Then he licked at the place between them, bringing his tongue up under the fullness of her tits, again ticking and biting on her hard nipples.
Jerri reached in his pants and withdrew her brother's hard penis. She was astounded to feel how felt it was-she could hardly wrap her hand around it. She pulled forward, extending the skin over the rounded tip, and then released her grip and tugged at his pants.
Dave stood up and quickly removed his pants. Then he fell to his knees again and pulled his sister's jeans from her body. He didn't move for a second-he was astounded how attractive she looked-but just stared at her body.
Memories flashed through Dave Phillips' head -memories of his sister, seeing her naked when she was small, wondering why she had a tiny slit between her legs when he had a dangling penis, seeing her modeling bathing suits at a department store in New Jersey, finding her picture on the cover of a fashion magazine, seeing her naked buttocks in a spread in Playboy. Each time he had marveled at how pretty she was, how attractive, and each time he never quite thought of her-as his sister. Now the same girl lay naked in front of him.
He knelt between her legs. She pulled them up and spread them wide, smiling into his face. Then she felt the tip of his organ against the thick hairs covering her pussy. Dave braced himself with his arms on top of her, looking down into her deep green eyes. He pushed his cock down so it moved between her legs, against the underside of her pussy and finally against the hard cleft of her asshole.
"Fuck me, David," Jerri said, grabbing his shoulders with her soft hands.
"I think I've been waiting for this for a long time," Dave said, pressing his cock against the lips of her pussy.
"Put it in, Dave. Put your fat cock in my pussy and fuck me!"
"Don't say things like that! I'll cream all over your pussy before I even begin… "Dave smiled.
"Fuck me, Dave, come in my belly," Jerri moaned, wild with anticipation.
Dave lowered his hips, while Jerri spread her smooth, white young thighs even wider and guided his thick, heavy prick with her hand, down toward the tiny moist opening of her vagina, using its bulbous head to part the cringing fleshy lips of her cunt, her mind reeling with anticipation.