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Survival Ch. 1

By: SlickTony



We sat on the floor of the mountain cave, my sister Temara and I, with our faces buried in the dusty sweat-and-lanolin smelling folds of our father's robe. Even so, we could see the throbbing, flashing glare of light behind us. Every now and then one of us would risk a look upward. All we saw was the continuous play of fiery light on the walls of the cave, on the planes of Pa's face, and reflected in the darkness of his eyes. In the distance, we heard thunder. Occasionally, a slight tremor ran through the ground, as far away from the destruction as we were.

The two young men whose arrival in our home had signaled the beginning of all this trouble had told us that the small town where we had stopped was safe to stay in, but our father wanted to make absolutely sure. He'd considered the distance of the town from our hometown, which was in the process of being blasted to ash, and he'd marked the direction of the prevailing winds, and decided that we hadn't come far enough.

I could feel, through our father's solid bulk, the slender body of my older sister shaking with hard sobs, and that got me started again. I knew she was thinking of the utter unreal horror of what had happened to our mother. 

"Don't look behind you," Pa had said. "Whatever you do. Those men—holy men, angels, whatever they were—that's what they told me."

I don't know whether Ma thought we'd surely come far enough—we'd traveled more than half the night—or whether she simply forgot. Pa stopped the wagon because we'd felt a wobble in one of the wheels, and he wanted to check the linchpin, and we all had to get out. When you leave your town for whatever reason, isn't it natural to look back?

Either Ma thought we were far enough so that what those men said didn't apply anymore, or she forgot. When it happened to her, she did not have time to utter a word or a cry, not even a gasp. 

Pa saw what happened to her, and uttered a great cry of shock and sorrow, such as we'd never heard from him before.

"Into the wagon, quickly, girls," he ordered us. "Hide your faces. Don't even look up until I say. I can't lose you, too." He cracked his whip over the backs of the brace of oxen that were pulling our wagon, and they picked up their hooves and started forward again.

I wondered if she had suffered any pain.

Pa said we had enough food and drink to stay up in the cave for several months, and then we would venture down to the plain and see what was left for us, what we could do. We'd turned the oxen loose on the plain—there was not enough grass growing up on the mountain for them to live on. The goats, however, were a different story. Any of the prickly, stickly things that grew out of the cracks in the rocks, the stunted, windblown trees—they thrived on it. The chickens did all right, too, although we begrudged them what grain we fed them and was glad when they became more accustomed to scratching for themselves.

The cave was a good cave, as caves go. The fissures toward the back proved to lead to areas in which we could store some of our food and furnishings. There was a natural vent which drew air upward, which meant that we could cook and warm ourselves with a fire without filling the cave with smoke. Best of all, there was even a little spring that filled a naturally formed pool, which then overflowed to make a little rill that ran out of the entry to the cave and down the side of the mountain, nurturing some stunted, gnarled trees.

We made a good, if spare and simple life for ourselves. We kept our goats and we managed to grow a few herbs and vegetables. Every day we looked out upon scenes of wild, deep, gigantic beauty, as we watched the sun and clouds make fantastic shadows on the sides of the mountain. Sometimes we would see a storm form, begin, and end; and it would all be so far away that it would not affect us. When it was close, it was frightening; even huddled as far back in the cave as we could get, we could feel the hair stand up on our heads and bodies with the nearness of the lightning. Somehow, though, I could not feel that it would ever actually hit us; we had already been through the worst.

The daily touch of the sun, which seemed so much closer than it had been when we lived in our city on the plain, darkened our skins. We had not been able to bring many clothes with us, and what we had began to get worn and ragged. It did not seem important, as it had when we had lived in the city, and we would not have dared to stir a step out the door without putting on a good dress, elaborately braiding our hair, and making sure that we had the right jewelry on to complement everything else.

Day by day we looked down the mountain from our place of refuge down, to the plain. How I wished for an eagle's sight! We never saw a living soul.

"Pa," I once asked, "Do you think we're the last people left in the world?"

"It's something we have to consider," he replied.

Pa was good with a bow and sometimes he went out hunting and brought back something to eat, sometimes wild doves or a scrawny little deer that was too tough to roast but was all right for the pot. One day he told us he was going to see if he could bring us some meat. He hung his skinning knife in its leather scabbard on his girdle, wrapped up a bit of bread and cheese, filled a small stone bottle with water, and left the cave.

"Good," Temara said. "Now we can talk." We sat down on our sleeping pallets, facing each other.

"What do you want to talk about that we couldn't with Pa around?"

"How this family is going to survive."

"We're doing all right. We're safe, we've got enough to eat and drink—what do you mean, survive?"

"Sister, I'm thinking about the future. About us being the last people on the face of the earth. "Tell me, Adina, didn't you naturally assume that some day you'd marry a man and have his children?"

"Well…yes…"

"I did. And here we are, up in this cave, and we're not going to meet anybody. What's going to become of our family? Where are we going to get our children from? How is our blood going to be carried down to the next generation?"

"Good question."

"I thought it was," Temara said. "I've been thinking about it for the last couple of weeks, and I've decided there's only one solution."

"What?"

Temara looked elaborately down the mountain trail.

"What are you saying, Temara?"

"Adina, dear little sister, you do know how women get children, don't you?"

"Yes. A man comes into you, and nine months later…"

"And what man do we have available to us?"

"Temara! You mean…our own father? That's terrible! That's unnatural! How could you think such a thing?"

"I know, I know, it takes some getting used to. Nevertheless, where else are we going to get children from?"

"How? Pa would never do such a thing! He is a righteous man!"

"Righteous is as righteous does," Temara said. "You didn't hear him when some of the men on our street were pounding on our door that night, screaming for him to bring those two guests out so they could…um, get to know them. He offered to send you and me out there!"

"A good bluff," I said. "I know which men those were. They'd never been interested in us; we're girls…so how are you going to get Pa to fall in with this plan?"

"I thought we'd fill him full of wine," Temara said. "I'll lie with him the first night and you the night after. He might forget what happened to Ma and think it's her—or he might not even know what happened. He might think he dreamed it."

"Twice in two nights?"

"It's a chance we have to take."

"So, when?"

"You've just finished your courses, haven't you?" I nodded. For some reason, Temara and I always had our monthly issue of blood about the same time. "All right, this week is no good. We'll wait another week, a week and a half. Once each, and if we're lucky, we'll catch right away." 

Temara and I had gone to a great deal of trouble to set things up to make the occasion as agreeable and special as possible. We heated up some of the cold spring water and got out some of our precious supply of nard and sweet oil, and Temara and I washed ourselves. Pa, too—after we were done. s. He took the used water away. After that, we poured some of our red wine into a wine cup and carried it to him. We had put on some of our nicer dresses, which we had not bothered to wear in months

"Why, thank you, girls—what's the occasion?" We did not drink wine very often—we knew that when it ran out, we wouldn't have any more, until we made it ourselves. We'd also established that the water coming out of our little spring was fit to drink.

"Nothing special," Temara said. "It's just that we've been living from day to day so far—and here we are, alive, and safe. We thought we'd celebrate a little."

"Sounds like a good idea to me," he said. "Have some yourselves."

Temara filled a cup and handed it to me. I drank the strong, sweet stuff as rapidly as I could. I didn't drink wine often enough to develop a taste for it. It tasted better than I'd thought it would. A pleasant floaty sensation mounted to the top of my head, and I smiled. Temara cut me a narrow, warning look, out of Pa's view—just watch it, the glance said.

While we drank we sang songs, and talked about pleasant times in earlier days—before all the miraculous weird things had started happening to us. We seemed to fill Pa's wine cup again and again. We drank not a little, ourselves, although we were careful not to drink too much—we did not want to wake up the next morning with headaches and our task still unfulfilled before us.

"That's about it, girls," Pa said. "That's enough for me." He took off his robe, lay down on his sleeping pallet, and was asleep almost instantaneously. He was tall, strong, and thinner than he used to be because he was not living as a city man anymore; not an ill-looking man at all. A comely man, really, with the curly dark hair, dark eyes and strong features common in the men of our tribe. He was good-looking in his own right, and we could remember the women in town giving him second and third glances when he went out on the street. Under ordinary circumstances, it would not have seemed odd to accept the marriage offer of a man of his type. A lot of girls we'd known tended to marry men who were like their fathers, and it wasn't that strange. But him…it was beyond strange, this thing we were contemplating.

"It's time," Temara whispered. My heart began to pound like a war drum.

"Is this going to work, with him sound asleep?"

We had left the little lamp burning; it sat in a natural niche in the cave wall. The cave was full of big, flickering shadows. Temara slipped out of her clothing and stood, naked and slender and beautiful. Her breasts were high and full, crowned by dark-rose, pointed nipples. The place between her legs was covered with a thick mat of curly hair which concealed everything. With a graceful movement, she dropped to her knees beside the sleeping man and, with infinite care and caution, untied his loincloth. His penis, which at this time was only a little longer than the longest one of her fingers but much fatter, lay atop a broad mat of dark, slightly grizzled, wiry body hair. It looked like a little sleeping animal. As soon as she took it in her hand, its appearance began to undergo a rapid change. It went from finger size to being about the length of her hand from base to the tip of her middle finger, almost too big to get her hand around, with big blue veins twisting up its sides like snakes. In fact, that was what it reminded me of: picking up a little garden worm and having it turn suddenly into a big, dangerous serpent…except that unlike a serpent, it was not flexible in the least; it was stiff, like a pestle or a club.

Then Temara did something which seemed very strange: she bent down and put the end of the thing in her mouth!

Pa thrust upwards with his hips, as if he were trying to get more of his penis into Temara's mouth.

"Mmm, yes, Keshet," he murmured. "So good. Do that some more."

Temara was right—Keshet had been our mother's name.

"Your mouth—um, sister, are you sure you know what you're doing, there?"

Temara raised her head. "It's going to be a very tight fit, going in," she said. "This is how you get it ready. I saw my sister doing that to Malek."

"Temara! How could you do such a thing?"

"Easy. They hadn't pulled the curtain to their sleeping chamber to, and all I had to do was put an eye to the opening. Who's going to explain these things to you? Nobody! Men get to learn things, but not us. When you get married you're supposed to endure one crazy surprise after another. I've never seen the sense of that. Now, pay attention! You're going to be doing this tomorrow night, you know!"

She bent down and fitted her mouth over Pa's long rigid thing again, going up and down on it, until saliva was flowing smoothly down its sides. Presently she decided that it was slippery enough and she straddled him.

"Bring that lamp over here," she said. "You need to see this."

"Have you ever done this before?"

"I told you. I've seen it done. It's going to have to do." I got the lamp from its niche and put it on a small table, one of the few pieces of furniture we had been able to fit into the wagon. I knew, from cleaning my own private area, that underneath all that hair there was an opening, framed by two pairs of fleshy lips, with a little bud-sized affair at the top that felt strangely pleasant if you spent too much time touching it. In the light of the lamp, now that it was closer, I could see that Temara had the same thing; when she parted her legs I could see the dark pink lips through her dark hair. She fitted the bulbous end of the sleeping man's pole between them and sank down on it, little by little. When the end had disappeared, she uttered a little hiss of pain, her beautiful, fine-drawn dark eyebrows knitted, and she set her teeth. But she did not withdraw herself. A little thread of bright blood ran from her opening, down the side of the pole. She sank further, and less of the pole could be seen. Finally she had it all the way in.

"Is that it?" I said.

"No, this is only the first part—" 

And then, everything changed.

When we were little, we used to play a game with Pa that we called Sleeping Giant. We thought it was great fun to play stupid little-girl tricks on him while he lay asleep in the afternoons, things like weaving plaits into his beard, unlacing his sandals, putting flowers in his hair. Sometimes he really would be asleep, and then he would wake up. Sometimes, though, he would only be feigning sleep, and it was a scary thrill to see how long he would put up with us, how far we could get, before he would utter a playful roar, spring up, and chase us all over the courtyard while we fled before him, squealing in not-quite-fake terror.

The last time we'd played that game was about six years ago. It hadn't been quite like the other times. I'd gotten the notion to untie the girdle from around his waist, and while I was picking away at the knot, I'd noticed something stir, twitching and jerking, below the girdle, under his robe. And then he'd awakened—or "awakened"—with a roar, and chased after us. After that he told us we were getting too old for such foolishness and we never played the game again.

Pa was quick and limber for a big man—in a movement as swift and surprising as an acrobat's trick, he wasn't under Temara any more. Temara was under him.

"Arrgh," he said playfully.

Temara lay pinned beneath him. He grinned at her, and taking her face in his hand, pressed on the hinge of her jaw so that her mouth opened whether she wanted it to or not. He gave her the kind of kiss a lover gives, plundering, invasive, his tongue entering deeply. Somehow, that seemed more shocking, even, than the sight of his pole disappearing between her legs. Her eyes rolled at me in mute (how other?) appeal. I looked back at her and spread my hands. If she was at a loss, I was not much better off.

"I can't believe you forgot our little game!" he said. Temara struggled to sit up, but he held her down as easily as if she were a child. 

"Pa—you were supposed to be asleep!" Temara cried.

"What about all that wine you drank?" I demanded.

Pa laughed. "Number one, a man my size can hold a lot more wine than a little girl who doesn't drink much. Two, I managed to pour some of it out when you had your backs turned. I really did think about pretending to stay drunk asleep and letting you girls do all the work, but Temara, your tight-gripping little honey pot felt so good I couldn't go through with it; I just had to be there. Besides, if you're determined to go through with this wild scheme, somebody ought to know what he's doing!"

"You—heard us talking about it?" I said.

"I did. You thought I'd left, but I decided to change out my skinning knife for one that was sharper and I came back. Voices carry in a cave. I heard the whole plan. Very enterprising of you. You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this."

"We didn't think you would—" I began. "It's a sin what we're doing, we didn't want it to be on you—"

"But you're right," Pa said. "If we're the only ones left alive in the world, it's our duty to re-people it. Why else should we have been spared? Don't think it wasn't on my mind, too. I wasn't going to force you, but now that we all understand each other, we can do this job right. I've missed your mama a lot, and you both favor her. I plan to have a lot of fun with this project, and there's not a reason in the world why you shouldn't as well. Relax, Tem, you got through the worst part of it just fine. You're a fine, brave girl. Now just lie back and let your old man give you the kind of loving you deserve. Your mama really liked it, and once you get used to it, I'm sure you will too."

He changed position, sitting up so that he was not weighing Temara down any more. I could see where his big thing was still buried in her up to the root. "Watch this, Adina. You'll see it's not as frightening as you might think. The most natural thing in the world." He began an easy, rocking, back and forth movement. I could see him going in and out of her. "How does that feel, Tem? I'm not hurting you too much, am I?"

"N-no, Pa," she said. "It feels—better than I—better than it did."

"It often isn't any good for a girl, the first time. Your mama said it felt like I was poking a hole down there where there hadn't been one before. But once she got accustomed to it, I heard damned few complaints from her. God, I missed it these last couple of months! I'm not going to be able to hold out very long this time."

He put his thumb in his mouth, wetting it well, and put it on Temara's little bud, stroking and rubbing it; he continued to thrust in and out of her, as well. Soon Temara was moaning.

The cave had picked up the odors that any dwelling will acquire that has three people living, cooking, eating, using the slop jar and lighting lamps in it. Now, I noticed that a new odor had sneaked in. It reminded me of the breeze we occasionally got from the Red Sea, when we lived in the city and the wind was blowing in the right direction. Temara continued to moan.

"Pa, I think you're hurting her again!" I said.

"You think so?" He looked up at me, smiling, then back down at her. "What do you say, Tem? Am I hurting you? You want me to quit?"

"Oh, no—no, Pa, it feels good! Don't quit now!" she said. She answered Pa's thrusts with her own hips, and he kept stroking and rubbing her little bud. "Oh, yes, that does feel good! Keep doing that—just like you're doing now! Oh, I like it! Oh—oh—what's happening to me? I'm getting all tight, I can't help it—oh, Pa! Keep ramming that thing into me, it feels great! Keep—oh, God, what's happening to me? Am I going to die?—oh! Ah! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…!" Her head was thrown back, her eyes shut. Her belly muscles rippled, her breasts quivered, and she panted and groaned. 


Survival Ch. 1



"Oh, honey! I can feel you gripping me! What a hot juicy little hole you've got—oh, it feels too good, I can't wait any longer! Here it comes! You wanted my seed—you're going to have it! Oh—oh, God, here it is—AHHH!" He crouched over Temara, tensed and trembling, with a look on his face as if he were in pain. 

He sank down on her, but still crouched over her so as not to weigh her down. He kissed her forehead. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and he wiped them away with his thumbs.

"That's my brave, hot little girl," he said. "You sounded just like your mama did once she found out how good it could feel. You did very well." He withdrew from her. His penis was wet and shiny and didn't look quite as big and hard as it had before. Another odor, also sea-like but different, arose from him. Temara started to sit up, but he gently pushed her down on the pallet. "No, sweet, you need to stay like that for a while, make sure some of those seeds are getting planted. They're not going to do us any good if they're all dribbling down your legs. Would you like some more wine?"

Temara took a long, ragged breath. "A little," she said. "I am thirsty. Could you put some water in it?"

Pa sat cross-legged next to Temara, drawing his loincloth over his lap. His big hand rubbed gentle circles on her flat belly. "Adina, pour your sister some more wine. Make it about half water."

"Three-quarters," Temara said. Pa didn't countermand the order. He handed me Temara's wine cup and I got up and went to the wine skin and poured out a little. I filled the cup the rest of the way with water from the spring and brought it back to her. She rose up on one elbow and took the cup. "Thank you," she said, and gulped it down.

I sat down on the sleeping pallet next to Temara and Pa, disturbed at my own feelings. While I had been watching the two of them, I'd become aware that the place between my legs felt hot and swollen, and my little bud was throbbing as if it were a second heart. When I'd stood up to fetch the wine, I'd actually felt something wet run down my thigh. And I knew I didn't have to pass water—I'd already done that.

"Adina," Pa said, "I think you'd be more comfortable if you'd take your clothes off, too." That's what you think, I thought.

"He's right," Temara said. "You're the only one who's dressed."

"I thought my turn was going to be tomorrow night."

"That was when we were on our own," Temara pointed out. "He's already had me. He might as well have you. If he's up for it."

Pa laughed. "I may be getting on in years, but I think I can still manage to get it up twice in a night. Especially for a pair of juicy little darlings like you. The weariest old bull in the pasture always perks up when a new heifer appears on the scene! Come on, Dina! Out of that dress. Let me see what I'm getting myself into."

I stood up and let my robe fall down to my feet. Pa looked me up and down. I felt my skin flush. I took after my mother a little more than Temara did; I was plumper than she. But I knew I looked good, because I had caught glances from young men when I went to the public well to get water. Those young men, that was, that weren't more interested in looking at each other. In the dim lamplight, Pa's eyes gleamed, and he gave me an approving smile.

"I'm going to enjoy getting into you, my dear—you really are your mother all over again," he said. "Come and sit next to me." While he had been looking at me, I'd noticed a slight stirring under the cloth he'd laid on his lap. "Better yet, why don't you lie down here next to your sister? Temara, move over." Temara did, and I found myself reclining between them, Temara on my right side and Pa on my left. "Take the advice I gave Temara—relax. I'm not going to bite you. Not tonight, anyway—or not unless you want me to!"

He took a sip of wine from his cup, and then he offered it to me, and I had one. He leaned over me, blocking out the light from the lamp, and teased the tip of his tongue between my lips. His beard tickled my face. I remembered the way he had forced Temara's mouth open, and I knew it would be no use shutting him out. I let my lips part. He traced my lips with the tip of his wine-flavored tongue and then darted it into my mouth; withdrew it, and slipped it in, a little deeper each time.

"I've missed kisses, too," he murmured. "Kisses are better than wine. Your mother could do things just with her mouth you wouldn't believe." He stroked my tongue with his. "Suck on it," he said, and plunged it in again.

When he had made sure that he had taken my breath away, he raised his head. His fingertips trailed lightly over my body. Nobody had ever touched me like this, clothed or naked. Gently he took hold of my left breast, and ran his thumb over my nipple. It was as if a trail of fire ran from it to my little bud, to those secret lips between my thighs. He transferred his hand to my other breast, plucking at the nipple as he had at first, and sucked the nipple of my breast that was closest to him into his warm mouth. He traced a fingertip between my breasts, down the center of my belly. He deliberately raised his hand when he got to my mound of dark hair, despite the fact that my hips had thrust up, seemingly of their own will, to meet it. The hand tickled the insides of my thighs, returned to my lower lips, and traced a vertical path through the hair, up and down, up and down. My thighs parted wide. My breath came hot and short. I could feel myself swelling open. His voice deepened, became somehow hypnotic.

"Ah, but you are beautiful," he said. "Breasts like the distant hills of paradise, colored like alabaster…hair like pure black wool. Lips like scarlet petals. And between them, a living pearl…"

"How does she rate all this gentle treatment and poetry?" demanded Temara. "With me you come on like a trickster, and she gets compliments and kisses. It's just like you used to reach up and get her whatever ripe fig she pointed at out of the tree, and I had to climb up and get mine. Nothing ever changes!"

Pa leaned over me and laid a friendly hand over her knee.

"You'll remember this wasn't her idea," he pointed out. "She's come along with us for love of the family, and all she's had the opportunity to do is watch and get nervous. What if you'd come to me with your big idea instead of trying to pull the wool over my eyes? It's what you get for being a pioneer. Wait till tomorrow night, my girl. If you want a slow approach and teasing, I'll tease you until you are squirming and crying and begging to be rammed."

"I can't wait," she said.

He went back to tracing his finger over my swollen, splitting lips. Very gently he stroked my little bud. A living pearl, he'd called it. It was definitely alive. I groaned. I couldn't seem to help it. His finger went lower, and started to enter the same place where he'd entered Temara. I felt a thread of pain start there. He withdrew his finger, drew it back up to where it felt so good to be touched; and then he entered me again, a little deeper. I looked up at the rough, irregular cave ceiling and set my teeth.

I felt Temara's breath on the side of my face.

"You'd better let him tear you," she said. "It won't be so bad."

I looked at her. Shadows played over her face, and I wondered if her intention was good. We had always gotten along well, maybe because there was less than two years' difference between our ages. Ma had given birth to us one right after the other. I had never thought that she bore me anything but affection. I had taken Pa's fondness for me for granted, too. It had never occurred to me that she might see it as favoritism on his part—and resent it.

But things had changed. Fire had rained down from the sky and destroyed the whole known world that I had grown up in. We'd lost everything and everyone. Our mother had changed inexplicably from a living being to something that was not living. I was one of the last three people on the face of the earth. I had just witnessed my father knowing my older sister as if she were just any woman, and heard her cry out in pleasure from it. Now he was preparing to do the same thing to me. I just didn't know anymore.

"I'm telling you true," she said. "Trust me."

"Should I get him ready, the way you did?"

"It'll help."

It was as if that thing of his had heard us talking, because it stood right up. The cloth which had covered it slipped aside. It appeared to be ready right then, but I could see that it needed wetting down again. I sat up and leaned over Pa's lap and took it in my hand, getting a good look at it for the first time. It was hard and warm. I had seen a few of these before, but only at a distance. As with all the men of our tribe, it was circumcised, and the head was smooth and clean and silky. I took a deep breath, and did what I had seen Temara do. It tasted slightly salty, musky; there was something about its heat, its aliveness, and the fresh drop of hot liquid that gathered at the end and met my tongue that felt good in my mouth. It leaped beneath my hand like a fish.

"That's good, except that you need to sort of cover your teeth up with your lips, so he won't feel them. Take it out a minute, let me show you," Temara said. She had twisted her body around so that she was still lying down, but was near enough to observe us closely. I took it out of my mouth and she leaned in and replaced my mouth with hers. She made little slurping noises as she worked on it. 

"All right, all right," I said. "I see! I can do it now."

Temara smirked, a challenging undertaking considering that her mouth was full, and kept on with what she was doing. Her lips stretched and dragged over his shaft, and when she got to the top she would swirl her tongue around the head before going down on it again. Pa made a little growl of pleasure, and his breathing quickened.

"Come on, Temara! You had your turn already!"

Temara lifted her head up and I put my mouth back on it again, doing my best to imitate her movements, and judging from the sounds I was hearing, and the way he was moving, I must have been doing all right. At one point I stroked down a little too far just as he had thrust upward, and I gagged.

"Your mama could get the whole thing down her throat," Pa commented. "But I'm not asking for that, not tonight anyway. It takes practice. You're doing great, Dina! In fact—" He put his fingertips under my chin and lifted my head up. "—that felt almost too good! Lie down, honey—I'm coming in!"

I lay down and he spread my legs wide apart. He put the head of his pole to my lower lips, and with a grunt of part-effort, part-pleasure, shoved it in. 

"You all right, sweet? I didn't hurt you too much, did I? I'm going to stay still as long as I can," he said. "Let you get used to me being inside you. But in a little while, I'm going to have to move."

I think that up to that point a part of me was still planning to just endure it as a task, a mission, a thing which had to be done. But with that simple forward-thrusting movement, he tore me, and he tore me away from the last of the world I had known.

"Touch me," I said. "Touch me the way you touched Temara!"

His fingers gathered up some of my juice and stroked and circled around that sensitive place. "How does that feel? Do you like it?"

"Good," I said. "It feels good. Don't stop." He kept stroking and circling. He was keeping still inside me—I was the one who had started to move. 

He laughed softly. "I think you really do like it," he said. He lay partly on me, partly on his side, so he could keep on fingering me. "Oh, you're so hot and tight. I can't stay still another second." He began to thrust in and out, as he had done with Temara, and as he had done with Temara, he continued to stroke the little pearl at the top of my slit. It had hurt a little when he first entered me, but that had soon stopped. It felt so wondrous I never wanted it to quit. "Oh, Dina! Show me how much you like it!" 

A shivery, clenching feeling had started inside me. "I like it!" I said breathlessly. He was stroking me with his fingers, and I reached down and put my hand on top of his to make sure he didn't take it away. The feeling kept building up inside me until I couldn't stand it any longer. It burst all through my body like water crashing into a dry streambed after a mountain storm. "Oh, Pa! Do that, do that, do that, don't quit! Ahhh—don't stop! Ah! Ahh! Ahhh—oh God that feels good!" When he ran that thing in and out of me while I was squeezing around it, it went all through me and I couldn't quit. Couldn't quit moving, couldn't quit gripping it, and I couldn't have kept quiet to save my life. Above my moans of pleasure I could hear my father's exultant laughter.

"Oh, yes, Dina, let me know I've pleasured you! You've got a grip like a fist. This is it. I'm going to spill!" He surged forward once again, as deep as it was possible for him to go, and I could feel his thing jerk and expand inside me, and his hot seed pouring into the door of my womb. Again he had that look on his face as if he was in pain, and he groaned as loudly as he had when he had been in Temara. 

He had broken out into a sudden sweat. So had I. My heart began to slow down to normal. It felt as if a mountain thunderstorm had been inside my body. Temara brought me a cup of watered wine. He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and my eyes. "There was some part of me that thought I'd envy my sons," he muttered. "Now I won't have to."

He stayed in me for a little while before he slipped out. As with Temara, he advised me to lie still for some time longer to give the seeds he had planted in me a chance.

Exhausted, Temara and I fell asleep, cuddled up next to our man who was lying between us. Our father had become our husband. And that was the first night.

Author's note: Nearly every man I talked to about what went down in Genesis 19 was of the opinion that if Lot had been too drunk to know what was happening to him, he would have been too drunk to do anything else. I always had my suspicions about him anyway.



Survival Ch. 2



Survival Part II: Such Was Our Lot

Survival II: Such Was Our Lot in Life

We came to think of that season as the time that our father departed from us for a while, and the man Lot came, and dwelt among us: a hale, strong, man still in his prime, newly widowed, deprived of the pleasure of a woman that he’d been used to for many years, finding himself in a cave with a pair of two young women determined to lie with him. No competition. Nothing to lose. Nothing to stop him from doing anything he wanted, and what he wanted, he did. I will give him that he admitted to feeling uncomfortable with us addressing him as father, but we couldn’t help it if we’d slip up a lot—we’d had considerable more years with Pa than with this man.

It was as if, while God had gone forth, raving, raining down fire and brimstone on the world, He had left untended the garden from which our first father and mother had been driven, even the fiery sword taken away because He needed that too, and the three of us had sneaked back in, to gather up and taste a whole lot of fruits that we had only heard about. The only serpent that seemed to be in evidence was the supple tongue of our man…

That which Temara had shown me, that got him ready and eased his way within us—a man could do that for a woman, too, as we found out. The following night, he thought to take his time with her, as he had promised. He kissed her and stroked her body all over, and suckled at the tender tips of her breasts, but then he fitted his mouth to the secret mouth between her thighs, his tongue stroked and fluttered against the complication of slippery flesh there, and she seemed to go mad. He had wanted to get her excited, ready to receive his rod, but a few flicks of his tongue hurled her over the edge, and she was like one possessed. She clamped her thighs around his head, thrusting strongly against his mouth and making the cave ring with her strangely guttural shouts. At last he managed to get his head free of her thighs, and the first intelligible thing she was able to say was, “Stick that thing of yours up inside me now! Fill me up with it! Please!” 

He was glad to do that. He spread her legs wide and pushed his hard, clublike member deep into her wet, swollen, twitching opening. She shouted again. He settled on top of her and took his vigorous, thrusting pleasure in her, the muscles in his back and buttocks flexing. She scored his back with her nails, and wrapped her legs around his. He finished in her with a fierce cry.

I had watched Temara’s uncontrolled movements and listened to the noises she had made, and thought, I am not going to carry on like that, but when he had recovered and turned his attention to me, and I felt his tongue, hot, wet, flexible and strong, flicker and plunge between my lips, and swirl and flutter around my pearl, I was just as bad as she had been. I, too, howled like an animal in heat and rubbed my other mouth against his; my whole flesh contracted furiously and longed to squeeze something—I remembered the way Temara and I had planned to serve him before he’d awakened and taken the whole game away from us. I let him go and he sat up. I rose up and mounted him, impaling myself on his shaft. He smiled at me and lay  
back, allowing me to ride him. I worked myself up and down his big, hard, pole, scratching away at something inside me that felt like an itch, only much lovelier. I had leaned forward, my hair hanging down in a swaying curtain as I moved, but he said, “Sit up, sweet—I want to see your breasts move. Spread your thighs wide so I can see us joined!” I did as he bade me. 

It felt so good, working myself on that hard prick of my man’s—I felt as if I could go on doing it for hours, except I could feel that thing was about to happen to me yet again, and I wanted it—wanted it!—wanted it! “Touch me,” I said to him. “Put your finger on it. Make me shiver again.”

“Why don’t you do it for yourself, little girl?” 

“Oh, I couldn’t!”

“Why not? It’s yours; you can find it as easily as I can!” He reached for my right hand, placed it between my legs. I felt where my lower lips were stretched, moving, around his thick pole. Above it, I discovered that what he had described as a pearl was more like a nub of flesh that got hard the same way in which his shaft did, and felt like a little ridge when I put my fingers on it. “That’s my girl. Doesn’t that feel good? Don’t you like the way it feels when you touch it? Put your fingers on either side of it—slide them up and down. Don’t stop moving—“

“I can’t stop!” I cried, bearing down on him. I needed to keep sliding up and down on that hard rod inside of me, and I needed to keep on stroking that pearl of flesh above my opening, and I needed to keep my balance, and I didn’t know how I was going to do all three. He grabbed my free hand and held me upright, and I rode him until that feeling slammed into me, my sight dimmed, and I rocked and ground, letting out a shout with every shock of pleasure that went through my body. I heard him cry out, and felt his hot seed filling me, and close by us, the rising and waning cries of Temara’s pleasure. She had been watching, and she lay quivering and gasping still, her legs spread wide and her fingers busy between them.

We were determined to try to keep some order in our lives, so we decided that we would live our normal lives during the day. It was hard, living in the close quarters of the cave, trying to go about our daily business with our father’s hot eyes on us, knowing that he was living, even as we were, for nightfall. Nightfall when the chores of the day would be done, the lamps lit, and Temara and I would be naked and ready for his pleasure—his pleasure and ours.

There seemed to be no limit to the angles and positions from which he could stick that rod of his into us, and he tried them all, eliminating only the ones that didn’t work—either because they gave little pleasure, or were just not comfortable. He said that some of them he had seen in the brothels he used to go to when he wasn’t married, and some of them, he said, he had thought up himself. There were a few things he said he would not do at this time—he would not release his seed into our mouths, because as long as he was trying to start a baby in us he didn’t want to waste any of it, and he would not go up our arses; for the same reason; further, he said, that was one of the habits of those men of Sodom, the ones who preferred each other to women, and, he felt, unclean besides. He did not feel it necessary. We were not that curious about it. Maybe later, we thought—when we’d accomplished our mission.

Which was why we were troubled and mystified by what he asked Temara and me to do next. He wanted us to love each other—kiss, play with each other’s breasts and private parts, while he looked. That had been one of the things he had seen in the brothel, and it was a thing many men enjoyed. It made them hotter for the women, even, than they were.

“In the days before the world was destroyed,” I pointed out, “there were prophets saying that acts like these would bring the wrath of God on us. Do you not fear He will come back and finish us?”

“It’s just the sort of thing a prophet would say,” Pa said. “I think that living out in the desert and not having any women turns their brains. Besides, it’s so much easier to judge what people do in the bedchamber than it is to tell them to change any of their other ways. The foolery that women get up to with each other, even the men who’d rather run after boys with eye makeup, than marry and beget children, was not the worst of what was going wrong in Sodom! What was going wrong in that city—not to mention Gomorrah, and Zoar, was lack of charity, lack of respect for other people. No honesty left in business or government—you couldn’t sell as much as a bag of rags without knowing someone on the town council. Nobody was willing to do a thing for anybody that didn’t come with a price; nobody had any mercy on anybody. And plain bad hospitality! I’ve seen more civility among hyenas. Take those lads who visited us. Even if I thought they were inclined towards other men, I still would have pressed them to come inside the way I did, because the men who were going after them weren’t going to give them a chance to say yea or nay! As for God’s wrath—I’ve lost my wife, my sons, my grandchildren, my friends, and much of my property. If there’s anything further He wants to do to me, He knows where this cave is.”

“What about us?” I said. “We’re here, too.”

“I’ll answer for that,” he said. “Come on, girls—humor me. If you really don’t like it, you can quit.”

As it was, it was a little frightening, how pleasurable Temara and I found each other. Maybe it was because we had had so little experience, having only known one man, for a few days. Maybe it had done something to our minds, seeing the world change as quickly as it did. Kissing each other was as good as kissing a man—the man, it was not as if there were going to be any others! In some ways, it was better—it seemed so strange not to feel a beard. We loved the way our nipples hardened under each others’ fingers, and in each others’ mouths. I traced my fingers over her sensitive skin, and she moaned and writhed and urged her breasts into my hands and her swollen, juicy love-opening to meet my fingers. When she could not stand being teased any longer, she grabbed my hand and put it between her legs. She was hot and slippery everywhere. I put a finger, two fingers, inside her, a thumb on her pearl. “Put all your fingers in there! Put your hand in there and move it the way he does!” she said. I slid them in and out, and she stiffened, cried out, and tightened, again, again, and again, around my hand. Pa had been sitting close by watching, his eyes shining and lips parted with lust. He spooned himself up behind me and entered me from the back, and when he did, Temara suckled my breasts and stroked me with her fingers. Pleasure shot through me like lightning, and through my own cries I could hear his, as he spilled into me. He had never been so quick before.

Another night, and he asked us to lie top to tail, so we could use our mouths on each other, saying the same thing he had said before—“If you really don’t like it, you can quit.” Again, we liked it better than we’d expected. We had been no strangers to the taste—I’d tasted Temara, and she’d tasted me, on Pa’s prick, we’d tasted ourselves on his lips. It was nothing we had to learn. We knew what we liked, and we did what we thought would please the other. Oh, the taste and feel of her, so slippery and soft, while at the same time she was tasting me—it was like nothing I could have imagined. I could hardly tell where I ended and she began; we were like lightning in the clouds, our thunder the reverberating pleasure we felt, the cries we made, muffled against each other’s flesh. Later on, when he’d seen how very much we enjoyed it, he liked to mount whichever of us was on top, and plunge into her while the one underneath her licked the underside of his rod as well. I very much preferred being on top and without doubt, so did she. It was not so much that it was hard to keep licking something that never was still, but there was also the heavy, hairy, musky-smelling sack of stones that swung down in one’s face. It got confusing down there. It was sometimes hard to breathe But when I felt him thrusting into me from behind while Temara licked me from underneath, I needed all the breath I could get because in very little time, all I could do was scream.

At some point, we were going to have to convince Pa to go hunting again. He was loath to go out and leave us in the cave. He was not worried about any predators molesting us in our cave, none had come before. I think what he feared was us violating the no-daylight stricture we had imposed on ourselves, while he was gone.

One night we woke up and found that we had drifted together, cuddled in each other’s arms. A long time ago, we had slept that way in all innocence, when the nights were cold. Things were different now. I felt Temara rise up and her mouth cover mine, tongue flickering, nudging my lips apart. Her cool, slender fingers drew my nipples up into points. She got up on top of me and fitted her body to mine. Moist lips met moist lips, above and below, as we kissed and rubbed and thrust against each other.

We heard a soft laugh in the darkness, not from either of us. “You sneaky little bitches,” Pa said. “Trying to have fun without me?” “Guess it’s too late now,” Temara said, starting to move away from me.

“No, don’t go away,” he said, and he separated us just enough so that he could switch from one of us to the other, a few strokes in her, then a few strokes in me. He happened to be in Temara when he finished up, and then she slipped her hand between my thighs and finished me.

“You want to watch out,” he said at breakfast later that morning, “about having too much fun without me. You think having a husband is that much different from a father? You still have to do as I tell you. I won’t put up with it. I’m going to tell you something that may surprise you. I promised your mother I wouldn’t ever tell you while she was alive, but I think I can tell you now. You never knew this, but your mother was not my only wife.”

“Lots of men have more than one wife,” Temara pointed out. “So what happened? What became of her?”

“You knew her as the wife of one of my distant cousins, but at one time, she was mine, and she lived with me and your mother,” Pa said.

“Idreh?” I said. “Idreh? You’re telling me a story, Pa!” I said

“It’s a true story,” he said.

“So what happened, why is—was—she not in our household any longer? Did she and Ma not get along?”

Pa gave a great bark of laughter. “Not get along? They got along, all right. They got along too well. I made the mistake of telling them about the same tricks I told you about, and they took off running with them. Oh, we had our good times. Once they’d worn me out, they’d go at it with each other. They could lose half a day, twined together like mating serpents, or curled up with their heads between each other’s thighs; I didn’t mind the occasional day when I would come in from my day’s labors, and have to exist on bread and cheese and olives, because they’d been too busy eating each other to even start a cooking fire, let alone think about what I’d be eating, especially when they pulled me down to our bed and I could start on them. But I looked ahead, and I got worried: I imagined our children, wailing with hunger, their breechclouts unchanged, putting their fingers in the fire or walking into the street to be run over by a cart, while those two sluts were rolling about in our bedchamber tied in the lovers’ knot. Of course I didn’t realize that lust cools, and love settles down to an even heat; I was young, too. What can I say? Idreh was the junior wife, so I decided it was she who had to go. I saw her settled down in a good marriage, it was the least I could do. As far as I know, she’s—she was—happy…

“Needless to say, your mother was not happy about that, and that was why we struck our bargain. You probably don’t appreciate this, but I never went to harlots, not even when your mother was too big with child to serve me in bed, and that was something most men can’t say! It was simple—if she could not have other women, then neither would I.”

“It sounds like a fair bargain to me,” I said. “But in our case, there’s nowhere else for any of us to go.”

True, there was no other place for us to go. But he had not been above playing us against each other when we were little girls; he was an attractive and charming man, and he couldn’t help it; it’s in the blood of a man like that. And I could well imagine ways that he could do it now, now that he had all of us.

“Come here and sit down on my lap, honey,” he said, taking my hand.

“Now, Pa, you said no love play during daylight hours,” I said.

“So you did,” he said, letting me stand up. “All right, tonight then.” He whispered something to me, which I could not quite catch.

“What did you tell her?” asked Temara. I shrugged.

“It’s a secret,” Pa said.

“Ha!” Temara snorted. “In this place!” She looked at him critically. “I pray you, don’t play us against each other like you did when we were little girls. The situation is completely different. You’ve got it as good as a man ever gets it, and we’re all friends here. Why do anything to ruin it? And speaking of living on bread and cheese, that’s about what we’re down to now. And not because Dina and I have been getting up to mischief. When have you given us time? We would dearly love it if you’d at least bring us a few rock doves, or a deer, or even go and slaughter one of the goats. We could do with some meat in our diet…and before you say anything, I’m not talking about the salt meat you’ve been having us taste for the last several nights.”

“Oh, all right,” he said. “I’ll go out and hunt something. Remember what I told you, though, girls—you keep your hands off each other while I’m gone.”

Temara stuck her tongue out at him as he turned away and gathered up his bow and arrows and his knife.

At last we were alone in the cave. We’d almost forgotten what that was like. But then, we were not of a people who set much value on being alone; when you have grown up in, or near, a desert, hearing tales about the desert, where there is not a landmark to be seen and the wind swirls sand into your footprints while you are leaving them, you learn from an early age that a person who is alone is a person who is about to find himself in trouble. Once she was sure that Pa was truly gone from the cave, she grinned mischievously and was beside me on my sleeping pallet in a flash. Pushing me onto my back, she pulled down the neck of my robe. My full, round breasts popped out and she took them in her hands, flicking the nipples with her tongue and pulling at them with her lips until they stood out, red and shiny. Throbbing, barbarous heat raged between my legs. With great difficulty, I sat up and pushed her off.

“We promised him, Temara. We shouldn’t be doing this, it’s daylight,” I said.

“We shouldn’t be doing any of the things we’re doing,” Temara said. “All right, if you insist. Besides, don’t you think we know how to have fun without laying a finger on each other?”

“True enough,” I said. “Tem, this whole adventure—do you think it is going to work?”

“It had better work. If this union with our father bears fruit, then it has worked. As he said, why would we be left alone in the world, if not to re-populate it? If not, we were not meant to repopulate the world, and all in the world we’ve done is sin…”

For the first time in days, I was thinking about something besides the extraordinary activities that had been going on in our cave. How big was the world, anyway?

“I hope our children will be…all right. Healthy and intelligent.”

“I hope some of them will be boys. When they grow of an age to know women, won’t they be great fun to instruct? Pa could stand the competition—besides, if there are any more girls around here, he’s going to be hard-pressed to serve them all.”

“I’m sure he’ll give it his best try,” I said.

“For that matter, he’ll give it his best try later on this evening,” Temara said. “God, I feel hot!”

“Take off your dress then,” I said. “Nobody here but me.”

“I didn’t mean that kind of hot,” Temara said, giggling. She wriggled out of her dress and cast it aside, lying naked on her bed. “Why’d you stop me just now, Dina? I just love seeing you get excited. You might think I wasn’t in a condition to notice anything at the time, but I saw that look on your face while Pa was using his tongue on me. I could tell you were thinking, Ha! I’m not going to lose my dignity like she did—and then when he started on you! Afterwards you couldn’t even wait for him to mount you—you were all over him! You’re just as much a rutting bitch as I am.”




Survival Ch. 2



She let her long legs part, and I could see the deep red, puffy lips of her sex, so swollen that they parted the thick dark hair that covered it, and slick with juice. She brought both her hands down to it. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to do this!” she said, in an urgent, grunting tone. Her left hand disappeared into her opening, past the knuckles; two fingers on her right hand bracketed the tiny shaft of her pleasure-nub. Her hips flexed and bucked as if she were meeting Pa’s thrusting member; the sea-smell of her woman-lust surrounded us like mist. Ecstasy took her like a wild beast seizing helpless prey, but she was not helpless, no, not if helpless means weak; I’d learned how hard she could squeeze. She was tensed like a bow, her legs stretched out and shaking, her long toes curling under. She uttered tiny moans of pleasure.

I couldn’t hold out. I knelt up, hastily pulling my dress up in front. I laid two fingers on either side of my swollen bud, and in only two or three strokes, I was thrusting wildly against my own hand, whimpering and gasping. Then I sank down and lay on my side, still twitching.

“That didn’t feel quite right,” I said. “I need something inside me so badly, my very gut hurts.”

The inside of the cave darkened. Pa stood in the entrance, holding the dressed carcasses of a pair of coneys. 

“That’s what you get for not waiting for me,” he said. “I suppose you’re going to point out to me that you did keep your hands off each other. Here, you wanted these, you’d better skin them while they’re still fresh. You might wash your hands first.” His pole tented the front of his tunic, and I knew that night would hardly come soon enough.

In addition to our usual daytime chores, he had gone to the trouble to construct a sort of chair. We did not have much furniture; it was not possible to pack much into our wagon, when we fled Sodom. The chair was made out of bent saplings and some tanned hides that we had managed to bring with us, and he had me and Temara at work punching holes in the leather and using long, thin strips of it to lace the larger pieces onto the frame. We were going to make a couple more of them, once we got more leather prepared. In the meantime, it was as comfortable as anything that a joiner in town could have produced if it did not look as elegant. As to what else it was good for besides just sitting in, he and I were the first ones to find out—Temara and I, anyway; I imagine he already knew.

He pulled me down onto his lap, naked as usual. As he expertly pulled my nipples and rolled them between his fingertips, I could feel my sex heating and swelling open. Temara sat close by, watching as I squirmed with pleasure, rubbing against the hard, hot member I could feel trapped and twitching under my bottom. She knee-walked up to us in a couple of steps and moved in slightly to kiss me, her tongue sliding sweetly into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily.

“Stop a minute,” Lot said. “Yes—it looks like I’ve made the same mistake I made last time. You girls have entirely too much fun together—you’d better not lose sight of our mission. Get up, Dina, let me get my prick free…now, you can sit back down and see how much of it you can make disappear into that sweet little honey-trap of yours…oh, God that feels good; don’t move for a minute. I never cease to be surprised that a girl’s little opening can stretch around anything as big as I am—never mind a baby. I know what you want to do, Dina.” He had not stopped pinching and twisting my nipples, except when he was assisting in my impalement. “I know how much you like to ride!”

I was seated straddling him, facing the same way he was, with his big pole up inside me, feeling every bit of its hot, silky glide as I worked myself up and down on it. The longer I rode, and the harder and deeper my strokes on him, the more pleasure I felt. Temara watched our joining and my movements avidly, her mouth a little open, her lips swollen and tender-looking. She passed a wet tongue over them and swallowed. I put out my own tongue and circled my parted lips with it, and smiled at her. She crouched down and covered my stretched and parted lower lips, the underside of Pa’s rod, and my pleasure-nub with her open mouth. She licked and sucked at us, managing to stay with us even though I was thrusting up and down faster and harder. As I felt my climax approaching, she flicked and encircled my pleasure-nub with her tongue. I could hardly breathe. One more thrust and flicker, and I was clenching violently around the massive shaft inside me, gasping and bellowing without restraint, my hands tangled in Temara’s hair to keep her where she was until the last tremors of pleasure had wrung me out and I lay slumped against Pa’s chest, my head resting on his shoulder, half-fainting.

“Well! I can’t believe I haven’t finished after watching and feeling and hearing you do all that, Dina. What a lusty little bitch my sweet innocent daughter has turned out to be. I’m amazed I could hold out. Get up and let your sister up here, won’t you? Let’s see if we can get her to make as much noise as you did.”

I got up from Pa’s lap, and Temara took my place, almost knocking me over in her eagerness to get Pa’s big veined shaft buried inside her. She brought his hands up to her breasts so he could pinch and pull at her nipples as he had mine. Every now and then she twisted her head back so that they could exchange hot kisses. I bent down and got between their open thighs, placing my open mouth on Temara’s love opening, savoring her salty, musky taste and slipperiness. Her movements were so vigorous I could barely keep up with her, let alone do anything for Pa, but he did not seem to mind. As I sucked on her hard little pearl, she uttered a long, groaning exhalation; then took a quick, deep breath and then filled the cave with her shouts of ecstasy. Now it was her turn to pull my hair, and pull it she did. Hard. I could feel her twitch and convulse under my mouth.

Pa’s hands left her breasts and slid down to grasp her hips. I could feel the underside of his shaft twitch and swell, His big stones jerked upward in their sack. He roared as he shot his seed up into Temara’s passage. I could now smell his juices mingled with hers.

Temara had moved upward so vigorously she lost contact with Pa’s shaft, and it popped, glistening and still pulsing, out of her hole. Spurts of pearly liquid were coming out the end. “Dina!” he growled. “Take it in your mouth, now!” and then I tasted his seed for the first time. He put his hand on my head to guide my movements, groaning and breathing hard. The last drops of his juice hit the back of my throat.

That act, which we had hitherto had not performed except as a preliminary, seemed to be the start of yet another change. I could feel it in the air. There came a morning that I woke up at first light with a fierce desire to pass water. I had never had to wake up this early for that reason before. Not only that, I had to wait for Temara to get done using the slop jar.

“We ought to empty this out before Pa gets up,” she said.

“We can do it when the sun’s up, then. It’s not as if Pa can’t take that and pour it out. I’m not going to risk stumbling and falling down the mountain in the dark.”

“No one’s expecting you to,” Temara said. She picked up her dress from where she had laid it down the night before and put it on. It was always cold in the cave the first thing in the morning, and her nipples pushed sharply through the cloth. I reached out and teasingly passed my thumb over the nearest one I could reach. “Ow!” she said. “Careful. That hurts. Come to think of it, they’ve been unusually sensitive for the last couple of days. Hmm.” She frowned thoughtfully. “How about yours, Dina? Do they feel any different?”

I touched them experimentally. They did seem sore.

“Have you been keeping track of the time at all, Tem? Ever since that first time, the nights have gone by almost as if they’d been one night…”

“All right, and when we started this, it had been a week and a half since we’d last bled…”

“We have not been doing this for a month!”

“Right. We’ve been doing it for a month and a half.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Believe it. And neither of us has bled since the last time we bled. Adina, I think we’ve done it!”

Temara’s eyes were glowing, and tears stood in them. I could feel my own eyes filling.

“Thank God!” I said. “We’ve been spared for a purpose then. We…our family, mankind…we’re going to continue after all.” We embraced, gingerly because of our sore breasts, and then we woke up our father to tell him the good news.



Strangely enough, we did not feel sick to our stomachs. He said that Ma had been sick every day until about the third month with both of us. We thought back over what we had noticed with our brothers’ wives. They had not gotten sick very much either. They’d had boys. For the first time in months I thought of our little nephews, who, of course, had been destroyed along with everything else. They’d been good children, getting into only ordinary little-boy mischief, loving to their parents and to their other kin. Supposedly Sodom had been destroyed because so much sin had gone on there, but what had those little boys done, except to live in a city doomed to destruction and be born to parents who had not believed the prophets? What were they supposed to have done—taken off across the plains on their own, at five and seven?

If we had hoped to win any surcease from Lot’s demands on our bodies, once we told him we were with child by him, we were in for a disappointment. Among our people men had tended to feel strange about knowing their wives while they were pregnant—at least, that was what we had always heard. How strictly this was observed in the bedchamber, no one knew. It wasn’t as if the priests were liable to be watching there. However, Lot must have felt that since we had broken several big taboos, this one was trifling.

As the weeks went on, we did not share love with each other quite as we had done before. He would turn to us one at a time, one of us one night, the other the next night. I noticed that he tended to choose Temara more. It hardly seemed rational, but I felt a vague puzzlement, even resentment. After all, I had always been his favorite as a child—as Temara had noticed, and did not hesitate to remark. She’d always joked about it, but now that we had become his wives, I realized that it had been true.

Once, we were able to talk about it. She had been watching, the last time I’d been taken the way I liked the best, which was from the back, while he played with my breasts, which now felt enough better to be played with again, and my little bud. Temara and I were both beginning to show, and had begun rubbing sheep fat on our bellies in hopes that we would not have marks. I was rubbing the itchy place inside my passage against the end of his penis, and that was all that mattered to me. It could be anybody. Of course, there was only one man it could be, but if I couldn’t see, I could imagine…I could imagine it to be any man; I didn’t even have to limit myself to being a human being, I could think myself into a ewe’s body, accepting a ram’s thrusts. Did sheep know from fathers and daughters among themselves?

I closed my eyes and rocked my hips faster, while he met my thrusts and his fingers strummed and circled. I felt my climax approaching. “Aaaaaaaaahhhh!” I cried, as it took me and I tossed up and down. Then he held me tightly in place, and groaning and breathing hard, he poured his seed into me.

He had quit taking us both in a single night. Temara’s turn would come the next night. I didn’t know if this was because the nightly, doubled satiation we’d afforded him from the beginning had taken the edge off his appetite, or if he was worried about harming us and our unborn children. He fell asleep, and we lay next to him, talking softly. 

“Have you begun to feel guilt, for what we are doing?” she asked.

“It would be useless, wouldn’t it? Why do you ask?”

“I have noticed that you enjoy it when he moves inside you, but you don’t like to face him too much. Do you pretend he is someone else, then?”

“Sometimes. I notice it’s just the opposite with you.”

“Do you think that makes you superior—or me worse?” Temara demanded.

“No…” I said. “It just makes things easier for you. So you have what you want?”

“I think it’s what I’ve always wanted,” she replied softly. “You may have been his favorite when we were little girls, but I’m the one who wants to give him what he needs now. If later on he wants to put it in my mouth—“

“Actually, I rather liked that part—“

“I’m sure he will be happy to accommodate you….or if he changes his mind about going up our arses, he knows he can always have mine.” 

A couple of nights later she made sure that happened. Having first made sure she had voided, she took a bit of olive oil and got down on her knees and one hand, reaching back to massage the oil into the dark, furry cleft between her buttocks. She pushed one finger into her puckered hole, looking back at him with challenge and seduction, asking him, “Watch this, Pa! I’ve heard you condemn this, but did you ever do it?” He watched her oil-glazed finger slide in and out. Below that, I could see her lower lips and the opening between them swell and glisten with excitement. “This feels good,” she said. “I can see how big and hard you’re getting—wouldn’t you love to feel how hot and tight I am?” 

She added a second finger. By the time she got to the third finger, he was on her. He pulled her fingers out and grabbing her hips, he slammed his big rod into where her fingers had been with an animalistic groan of delight. “You dirty little bitch!” he yelled. “I’ll give you big and hard!”

It wasn’t my night, but it wasn’t like either of us found it easy to sleep when the other two were in action, so I watched. And while I could sometimes stay asleep if Lot and Temara went at it late enough at night, considering how tired I had started to be, it was impossible this time. 

She knelt braced beneath him. Their faces, with their obvious similarity, were contorted by pleasure. They were gasping and grunting incoherently as he covered her, thrusting into her as heedlessly as a bull. The noise reverberated throughout the cave. The air grew thick with the scent of olive oil, love juices, and sweat.

“Ram it into me, Pa! Pour your seed into my hot arse!” screamed Temara.

“Ah, Temara—you’re as hot as the pits of Sheol! Yes, squeeze it out of me!” They finished together, roaring like lions. “Damn! I’m going to have to be sparing with that, or I will get to liking it too much,” he said, still shaking and winded by the intense climax he’d experienced. He lay on Temara’s bed with her wrapped in his arms. She cuddled against him, her face glowing with satiation and wearing an expression that was partly angelic, partly smug. “Now I know why those boys back in the old neighborhood liked it so. If I’d known how good this felt, I’d have been in your mother’s back parts more often.”

I slid my hands back out of my slippery love opening and laughed, a little breathlessly.

“And then Temara and I might not even exist, and then where would you be?”

“Alone in this cave, assuming I got that far,” Pa said, wryly. “The ways of the Lord are sure.” 

Carrying life within us was tiring work, we discovered. Both Temara and I found that although we had been spared the sickness that some women got when they were pregnant, we were not spared the fatigue.

“It’s God’s design,” Pa said. “It means you’re supposed to get as much sleep as you can, because in a few months, you’ll get precious little of it!”

I did not want to think of the time to come. What woman does not worry about childbirth? True, we knew many women who got through it with little trouble, besides the pain which we had been told was all women’s lot. But we also heard of women who died—sometimes alone, leaving their babies to be brought up by kin, an overworked older sister, a resentful co-wife or a stepmother—and sometimes along with the child, to be buried in a single grave. And this had been with experienced city midwives. Temara and I would have each other. We had no idea if Pa would be any use here or not. We thought he ought to be—he’d gotten us into this condition, for all it had been our idea. But as far as we knew, when I and our siblings had been born, he had been left to pace nervously in the outer courts of his own house, just like any other man.

Maybe there was a mercy in God’s design that we did not do much thinking. Sometimes I would break off from my chores to sit down near the entrance of the cave and watch the sun and clouds make playful, racing shadows on the faces of the mountains, and the beauty of the sight would leave no room for any other thought.

Which was why it didn’t mean anything to me, at first, when I saw the lone human figure toiling up the mountain trail. He had a small herd of dusty, fat-tailed sheep with him.

I screamed.

“Pa! Temara! Come quickly—there’s a man coming up the mountain path!”

My father and my sister were at my side, quickly.

“Another survivor,” Pa murmured.

“There’s your wish, sister!” Temara said.

“It’s as well to have fresh blood to mingle with ours,” I said.

“Let us see what his desire will be, before you girls jump on him,” Pa said. “You don’t want to be like our neighbors were!” We laughed.

We went about our business in the cave and on the mountain, watching the small, laboring figure get larger and larger, resolving itself, as we had expected, into a man, like the ones we had been familiar with in our own city and in Zoar, and he was dressed as most shepherds were. A hat protected his head from the fierce mountain sun and his boots were covered in dust. With his voice and his long staff, he expertly herded the milling, scatterbrained sheep up the trail ahead of him. As they got closer, we could hear the comments of the sheep, which all typically wanted to stray off the path and get into some kind of trouble. 

In the late afternoon, he reached us. Having heard nothing but our own voices for so long, it was strange hearing another man’s, and we were hard put to make ourselves heard over the continued blatting of the sheep.

We stood in the doorway of the cave. “Hail,” Pa said. “You’ve come a long way to see us. Be welcome; There is a trough by the stream yonder for your sheep to drink from, and we have water, and a little wine, within the cave for you to refresh yourself with. What have you seen down on the plain? Have you seen any living soul besides yourself?”

“Hail, yourself,” the shepherd said. “I am Ishoa ben Joram, of the town of Zoar, and I tend sheep for Uzziel ben Terah, also of Zoar. I know who you are. You are Lot of Sodom; you stopped in our town the night the fire rained down on Sodom and Gomorrah. Said you feared to stay there, because you didn’t think Zoar would be spared. I tell you that it was spared; my master told me to come and see about you, because time is passing quickly, the season is turning; and winter in these mountains is no joke for city-dwellers and plainsmen such as you and your daughters are. Some of us in the city laid bets as to when you would come down from the mountain, and I said surely you would be back on the plain by Sivan. I lost, so I was told off to come and tell you it was safe to come to the plain.”

“It can’t be!” cried Temara. “Not the way the brimstone was raining down. Not the way the wind was blowing. All the way we came, the fire seemed to be getting closer and closer behind us!”

“Believe it,” Ishoa said. “Zoar was thriving when I left it, and that was a seven-night ago.”

“Pa said…he thought there was no one else left in the world.”

Ishoa looked at us—from Pa to Temara and me, taking in the family resemblance that stamped all our faces, his and ours; at the slightly swollen bellies of me and my sister—and raised an eyebrow.




Survival Ch. 2



“Is that what he told you?”

After that, there was nothing to do except to pack up our belongings and come down the mountain. And down we came to Zoar. What else were we going to do? Ben Terah was right. We should have had to come down to the plain anyway.

We took lodgings in the town; Pa, who’d always been a smart man even if he had called the disaster which had befallen our town all wrong, dug out his horde of silver, which up on the mountain he’d had no occasion to spend, and had no difficulty in making it into more silver, and we began to do well in our new home.

Before the fall rains began, we went up the road leading to the ruins of Gomorrah, found a pillar of salt that stood next to it, and buried it.

We gave out that Temara and I had come away from Sodom pregnant by husbands who had refused to believe that the city would be destroyed. As comely widows, with our father’s money to back us, Pa and the stepmother we later acquired found us new husbands, and if we were a little more specific about what we wanted in a husband than many women our age…so? We made good lives with our men, even if we only got daughters from them. Daughters which, incidentally, we don’t let spend too much time with their grandfather.

As for our sons, Ben-Ammi and Moab, they grew and prospered. Temara and I do not ever talk about that time in the cave. I sometimes think about it and wonder—did Pa really believe that Zoar and the rest of the world had been destroyed along with Sodom and Gomorrah? Did he deceive us, or only himself? Did he deceive himself, or only us? 

For that matter, what of me and Temara? Did we believe him because we had to or because we wanted to? Suppose we had not? Were we really prepared to wander through an empty world looking for another man to give us children?

Sometimes I dream that I am back in that cave with the big flickering shadows on its rough ceiling, and can hear and smell and feel the man who is thrusting in and out of me, and I wake before it is time for me to scream. I turn to my husband, my love-opening ready and throbbing for the pleasure I still need, and I take his member in my hand and stroke it to hardness. He holds me down and puts it in me, muting my cry with his hand or his mouth, (for the dwellings on our street are close together) and he does not ask what I dreamed, for I will not tell him. 

Children get most of their learning from their parents, and if our father taught us how to please a man, our mother taught us what happens when you look back.

Author’s note: There were two reasons I chose to write an erotic story that nary a dirty word in it:

I wanted to see if it could be done. I submit that it can, although it’s hard work. Since the technical terms common to erotic writing nowadays are Latinate and Anglo-Saxon in origin, I felt that had I used them in a story that predated those cultures by millennia, they would have come across as anachronisms.