As you already know, this story involves erotic scenes between underage boys and girls, as well as adult with underage kids. If this content is illegal in your jurisdiction, or if you are under the legal age of reading this stuff, or you're offended by this type of stories, please stop now.
As it plays over ten centuries ago, this story is of course a work of pure fiction, none of this has ever taken place. The sex scenes in this story are all unprotected because of the period it's about, but in real life, please stay safe, use precaution and don't mess with kids !
Chapter 2 : The day of the hunt.
I was still shaking a little, as I heard some rumour outside. I lifted myself of the bed, and pulled my long woollen shirt over my head. I slipped my feet into my soft leather shoes, and ran outside. It was obvious why everyone was getting so loud. In the fjord, my father's boat was approaching, which meant their exploring trip was over.
I was standing in front of my small tent, as I expected, the sky was clear, but still there was a fair breeze. I was shaking a little, as I felt two hands sliding over my hips from behind. I let out a soft moan, as I knew who these hand belonged to. The soft whisper in my right ear confirmed my thoughts, and I smile appeared on my face as I let my body weight lean backwards into the loving arms surrounding my torso. "Feeling cold my love?" the soft whisper of Bjarni in my ear made my mind going back to the first time I had felt his body heat warming me.
It was a cold winter afternoon, and, unlike today, the skies were dark from the upcoming cold front. Although I didn't feel like coming out of my tent, I knew I had to get into the forest to get some food to spend the rest of the week. It had been freezing for over two weeks now, and I was running out of meat. Although my head told me not to wait any longer, I could feel the blood rushing into my throbbing member, thinking back at last august, the last time I had seen my best friends sister, Layla, stroking her naked shiny body dry. For the last five long months, this image had been in my mind, especially since the day I had my first real orgasm, and started shooting my nectar. The picture of her forms in my head always made me horny, and wonder what it would feel like to taste her tongue, and slip my hands under her skirt.
As I closed my eyes, my mind started to change this image into a moving picture, where she was lying beside me on the bed. As usual, there was not a single piece of clothing to hide her perfect teenage body. Very softly, I let my lips touch the skin of her beautiful face, as my hand was softly stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs, going slowly upward, to her still virgin vulva. As my head moved towards her perfect little teen tits, my hand slowly started to stroke between her spread legs, feeling the moisture of her pink pussy lips. Kindly I worked my index finger inside of her secret treasure, as my tongue started to work her way around this perfect erect nipple of her. My other hand was kneading the small breast I was licking, and a soft moan of excitement softly escaped her lips as a second finger invaded her small entrance. Somehow this seemed to excite her, and she quickly flipped me over on my back, sitting over me with her legs spread. As I looked into her blue eyes, she moved her hand behind her body, and started to work on my pulsing boymeat. She pushed her body upwards, and as my hands were still working her soft chest, she manoeuvred herself over my genitals, and slowly sat down on my cock. As she lowered herself over my dick, I felt the warmth and wetness of her young pussy slide all the way over it. Suddendly she sat down with all her weight, forcing my complete five inches into her shaking little body. Her body slowly started to work itself up again, letting my dick almost slip out completely. As my leaking cock head almost popped out, she pushed herself down, forcing her whole weight to surround my cock. After a few minutes, she had found herself a nice rhythm, and was waving her hair as she was riding my dick like it was a wild horse. My hips started to work there self up and down, forcing my meat inside her all the way every time she sat down. Man, I must be in heaven.
In the mean time, my hand was pumping as fast as I could, thinking of how it would be to indeed slam my cock into her wonderful body. My cock got even harder, and I pulled my legs up all the way, as my hips were moving wildly, trying to press the cock deeper into my hand. During my intense masturbation ritual, I had kicked away my blanket, and my shaking hairless body was now lying completely uncovered on my bed, wanking off like a mad man. It didn't take me too long to feel the boyjuice boiling in my balls, and starting it's way up towards my chest. As the cum sprayed over it, I let out a loud moan, falling back on the bed, squirting out the last spurts of semen, before I completely relaxed. "Having fun?" I almost died right there and then from a heart attack as Bjarni's head entered my tent. "What the hell are you doing here man, why do you sneak up on me like that, you scared the shit out of me !!" I felt busted, betrayed, and actually a little dirty for doing this. And worst of all, it was my very best friend who had seen me, completely in trance by my filthy little secret.
To my surprise he just gave me a big grin as he came all the way in. "Sure looks like I've scared something else out of you pal", was all he said, as he looked down on my chest, which was still coated in cum, as he closed the tent.
"Shit", I thought, "I'm still uncovered", as I quickly pulled up my blanket up to my chin, trying to hide the evidence of what Bjarni had already seen. "What... what I are you doing here" was all that came out of my now shaking lips. It was probably the dumbest question I had ever asked, but I really couldn't think of anything else to say right now. Before he could even answer my question, words started to come out of my mouth. Or at least, something like that. I don't exactly knew what I was trying to say, and I don't think it made any sense at all, since after only a few seconds he laid his finger on my lips, forcing me to shut up.
"Don"t sweat it Jolan, it's ok". His words surprised me, as I expected to be furious that his best friend would be doing something like this. His finger was still on my lips, but still I managed to get some words out of my mouth: "What ... What do you mean Bjarni?".
"Shht my friend" he spoke, as he let his finger slip down over my lips, touching them very softly. "I do it all the time". His statement was proven true with a big smile on his face, and the most honest look I had ever seen in his deep brown eyes.
"Really"? I asked, as I carefully let go of my blanket, and mover my hands down.
"Really, we'll talk about it later, but right now, we've gotta go hunting, so you better get dressed" was all he said, before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. "You're the best friend I ever had, I would hate it to see you starve to death"
His words make me fall into his arms, pressing my trembling body close to his. After a few moments I let go, and wanted to get up, as I realized that not only was I still naked as the day I was born, but also again hard as the mast of my father's boat, and still coated with my own semen, like I had tripped with my bucket after milking our village cow.
My face got beat read, and I looked down in embarrassment. Bjarni looked at me and smiled, pulling a piece of cloth out of his pocket. As the blanket fell down into my lap, he wiped off all the semen of my chest. Oh man, this was killing me, my best friend cleaning off my body, after I'd been shooting my sperm all over myself, thinking of fucking his little sister like rabbits. Somehow, he must have felt weird too, because when he passed my belly button, and started to get nearer to my crotch, he let go of the tissue, and after a quick kiss on my cheek, he mumbled: "Here pal, why don't you finish up the rest, and I'll see you outside in a minute?"
I was too dumbstruck to answer, but when I saw him running outside, I would have sworn his pants was a little more tented then usual. A grin appeared on my face, as I realised my cock wasn't the only one getting rock hard every two damn minutes. After I had cleaned myself up, and managed to press my still raging boner into my woollen pants, I crawled out of the tent.
Bjarni was sitting with his back to my tent on a big rock right in front of it. He obviously didn't hear my coming out, as I notcid his right hand slowly rubbing between his legs. As I grabbed his torso from behind, he turned his head towards me, and his face was only a few inches away. My mind got puzzled, as I felt this strange feeling inside my belly as he looked deep into my eyes and said: "Ready to go on a real shooting trip wanking boy?" I grinned as I whispered: "How could I say no to a boy this sweet?" The words came out of my mouth before I realised what I just said to him. I could feel my face getting beat red again from embarrassment, especially because I had no idea why I had just said something so silly. Luckily I seemed to be the only one being surprised, as Bjarni planted a kiss on my left check, and whispered in my ear: "I was hoping you'd say that"
Ok, this was weird, guys aren't supposed to talk like that to each other, are they? Although my mind was puzzled, my body seemed to enjoy the touch of his hand on the back of my hand, and the soft feeling of his young lips against my face.
He got up, and I followed him into the woods, hoping to find some food for tonight. We didn't have to wait long, as we noticed a young deer standing right in the middle of an open spot, enjoying the warmth of the sun. I almost felt sorry that we had to kill this beautiful creature, but my stomach convinced me that it was the way it was supposed to go. I carefully took the wooden bow of my shoulder, and fished an arrow from my back. As I was still learning how to shoot, I was glad Bjarni always came along to teach me how to use it. This time was no different. As I lined up my feet towards my target, and stretched the bow to aim, he came standing right behind me. His left hand gently touched my buttocks, as he pushed the middle section of my young body forward. His other hand rested on my chest, as he whispered in my ear to keep my torso straight. I did as I was told, and aimed for the deer. Bjarni came even closer, as his left hand slowly stroked my arm all the way to my hand that was holding the bow. I could feel his boyhood pressing in my buttocks, and his right hand moved lower until it was right above my crotch. "That's it hunter boy, you got her". My hand released the string making the arrow starting it's way towards the animal standing 30 yards away from us. The forest was so silent you could actually hear the arrow flying through the thin air towards it's target. I held my breath all the time, and Bjarni was grabbing me even harder from behind.
As the arrow penetrated into the deer's neck, I let the air escape from my mouth, and the tension in my body oozed away. "I did it" I thought, and Bjarni wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me from behind, firmly pressing his now rock hard cock into my butt. "That's my boy, I knew you could do it", he whispered in my ear.I put my hands over his, still resting on my lower body as I whispered back: "Thanks for helping me so much". I tilted my head back, so it was now resting on his shoulder: "You're the best!".
I could stay here all day with him, but the cold breeze shook me back to reality.
A few hours later we were back in the tent, our bellies full with fresh meat, sipping from our fresh beers. Outside, the sunny sky was gone, and far away we could hear the thunder introducing what was gonna be a very rainy night. "Would you mind to stay here tonight? I don't like to be alone when it's raining so hard". "Sure pal, let's get some rest, it's gonna be a long night. As I made up our bed for the night, Bjarni started to undress. I tried not to look, as he laid on his back to remove the loin cloth from his waist. But when his 15 year old boyhood came into few, I just couldn't keep my eyes off of his naked body. His pink nipples were standing straight up from the cold air, showing off how well built he was. My eyes followed his chest down towards his hairless tummy. He had an amazing sixpack, and was completely hairless, except for his croth. It had been a while since I had seen him naked the last time in august, and it seemed like he had grown quite well. His cock was about four and a half inches long, soft!! Below it his hairy sac came into view. His balls looked like two cherries, well hidden in a beautiful bag. They were hanging low between his now spread legs, almost all the way to his boy hole. "Comon dude, stop drooling and get naked so we can go to bed" his laughing tone snapped me right back into reality, and I quickly removed my clothes. He was sitting up now, his legs crossed, so I could clearly see his package hanging between his firm thighs. As I removed my loin cloth, I felt my cock growing hard. "Oh no, not now" I thought as I lowered my face to keep him from seeing my reddening face. As head tilted downwards, I got a clear view of his love pole in all it's glory. And glory it was. It must have been at least over 8 inches long now. It curved up nicely, just like mine, and the head was deep red, and swollen from excitement. Hanging on the small piss slit, there was a drop of clear liquid oozing out, slowly running down it's shaft. Slowly he moved his hand towards the pulsing prick, and slowly started stroking it. "See, I told you you're not the only one doing this pal". I was still in trance, looking at his hand slowly going up and down on his hot meat. Instinctively I grabbed my own, and started to copy his movements. Man this was hot. My mind was going crazy, and I couldn't find out why I was getting so horny from watching my best friend jerk his cock. But at this moment, I couldn't care less about why, and was only focused on the feeling in my loins. He stretched out his legs so they were now resting on my spread thighs. The warmth of his young flesh felt wonderful, and with one swift movement he grabbed my hips, and pulled me closer to him. His thighs were now on my hips, and I could feel his balls moving against mine as he stroked his meat. This was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt, and I just couldn't stop. I was paralysed by his impressive tool, and my free hand moved towards him to touch it. I moved it over his, and he broke the touch with his cock. Soon I was holding his cock firmly in my hand, gently inspecting the swollen head, and smearing the liquid all over it. He tilted his head backwards, and a soft moan escaped his beautiful lips. After I'd been stroking him for a few minutes, my hand got tired, and I decided to try something else, as I didn't want to stop the obviously great feeling I was giving him. I grinded our cocks together, and took them both in my right hand as I continued my steady movement. Fastly rubbing our cocks together, I could feel his balls bouncing up, hitting mine from underneath. This feeling sent me over the top, and I increased my rhythm, as I could feel his cock get even harder. A few seconds later we both let out a loud moan, as our boy poles erupted at the same time. Both heads were spraying like crazy, and soon both our cum was leaking of my hand, dripping all over his cock and balls, and coating mine too. I let go of his cock, and fell back down on the mattress. "Man, that was amazing" I moaned, as he slowly said back up. "It sure was", he said, grinning widely. He crawled next to me, and pulled the blankets over us. Still coated in cum, I spooned up behind him, pressing my chest against his back, and my still half hard cock at his buttocks. I rested my arm around his waist, and slowly rubbing his tummy, we dozed off, our cum drying between our bodies, as the night took over.
My mind was snapped back into reality, as my gorgeous lover softly kissed my neck: "Come on hottie, let's go to your dad.
In the meantime, the boat had reached the pontoon in the fjord, and my father jumped off of the boat. I ran towards him, and jumped to his chest to embrace him. My now again steel hard boy penis was pressed against his belly, as my legs were wrapped around his waist. "My my, have you grown my little boy". He smelled my hair, and kissed it like he always did, but just a little longer then needed. "Grown a lot it seems", he smiled down on me as he licked his lips. I could have died right then and there from embarrassment, as I realised I forgot to get the cum of my hair. As I laid my head on his strong shoulder, a young boy I'd never seen before jumped onto the pontoon. My mouth fell open as I saw this perfect little creature. He must have been about twelve years old, and his head was covered with wet looking light brown hair. The front was falling over his forehead, and stopped right above his light green eyes. Directly behind him came another boy, who looked just the same, but only was his hair light blond, and his eyes blue as the ocean on a sunny afternoon.
They both were perfectly built, and their long hairless legs appeared nicely from underneath their ropes, that stopped just bellowed their butt. A few moments later a young girl appeared on the side of my father's boat. She was wearing nothing else then a short white dress, also showing off her gorgeous legs. As she stepped over the side of the boat, her dress slid upwards, and as she pulled up her right leg, I got a clear view of her pink lips. Her pussy was completely hairless, and looked like it had never been used before. As she jumped onto the pontoon, I could see her dress had gotten wet from the rough sea this morning outside the fjord. It looked like it was one with her body, and she perfectly showed off her amazing looking young breasts. Her nipples were hard as a rock, and she her lips looked like the darkest of red as she smiled at me, stroking her long black curls out of her face. Inside my shirt I felt my cock starting to leak as a waterfall, and my balls started to feel all tingly. She clearly was the sister of the beautiful young males standing with their back towards me. As he blond boy bent over to put on his dry leather shoes, I got a perfect view of his smooth little love balls, hanging between his legs. He had a perfect little butt, and I knew at that very moment that I had to get my hands on these kids.
As I almost started to drool, my father put me down and introduced me to the kids. The blond boy seemed to be Nathan, and his brother's name was Mats. The girl was introduced as Kayla, what seemed funny to me, as she was just as beautiful as my dream girl Layla. My father explained that he had found them in a burned down village in the North of the British Kingdom, and that they had nobody left in their lives.
I felt sorry for them, but I knew one thing for sure: this was going to be one hell of a hot summer !
End of chapter two
I hoped you enjoyed the story. If you want to find out more about all the things we did with the twins and their sister, keep reading, or send an email to tell me how you liked the story: jolan.leifsson@hotmail.com