The barn was finished in exactly four days. Jim was given the honor of pounding the last nail into the weather vane at the peak of the roof. He sat there straddling the peak, and held the hammer in one hand and the nail in the other, and slowly-almost in slow motion-set the nail to the bottom of the vane and pounded it in. Then he raised his fingers in the "peace" sign and the crowd below applauded.
After Jim had crawled down from the top of the barn, they all began to feast on the dinner the women had been preparing. Long tables had been set up and an endless line of women carried roast chickens and ducks and pots of vegetables, salads, and hot homemade loaves of bread across the yard and set them before the men.
"Jim, are they coming?" Rob asked, as they watched the food being set up on the tables.
"I don't know, Rob. Dad was pretty pissed that first day when I didn't check the fence, but I think the shock of the Christmas gifts has never quite left him. I don't know though, I just don't know."
Just as the last word came from Jim's mouth, a car turned up the drive leading to the house. Tex was at the wheel, with his wife, Jack, and Granny in the car with him. Rob and Jerri ran to greet them.
"Hello! Wow, we're so glad you came!" Jerri said, as they stepped out of their automobile.
"Well, we got your invitation via Jim and we couldn't resist the smell of all that great food!" Tex kidded.
"Really, we could smell it up at the house," his wife added.
They turned and began walking toward the group in the middle of the yard. "Mighty nice barn you got there… "Tex said. Jerri and Rob began to laugh, and then Tex smiled and put his arm around both of them.
By eight in the evening, everyone had gone home. It had been a great day, one filled with hard work, love, good food, and the breaking-down of conventions. Rob and the rest of the tribe were pleased and proud of the barn, but they were even more pleased with the fact that Tex had finally accepted them.
Jerri and Dave were sitting in the living room when there was a knock at the door. Jerri got up and opened it. Jim stood there.
"I forgot my wristwatch in the barn. I took it off when I climbed to the top. Can I get it?" he asked.
"Oh, sure; Here, let me go with you, I'll get the lantern," Jerri said, opening the little closet.
"Hi, Jim," Dave said smiling.
"Hi."
"Dave," Jerri asked," are you going to write Mom and Dad tonight?"
"No, I'll wait till the morning. I'm really tired. "He got up and stretched. "Think I'll go to bed right now. Tracey's asleep already."
"I'll be back in a minute," Jerri said.
"Good night, Dave," Jim called as Jerri closed the door.
"Night!" Dave responded.
Jerri held the lantern high in the barn as Jim walked to the far end and fetched his watch from the top of a shelf.
"We'll have to get electricity in here soon," Jerri said softly. She watched the boy in the faint light and realized he was better-looking than she had thought. She liked the way his jeans clung to his trim young body. The attraction was different this time-again the opposite of what she was used to, a young boy with short hair-for it was sexual alone. She had been curious about Jim's cock ever since Carol had related the story of sucking his penis in the barn.
Jim returned to Jerri's side. "Thanks, I mean for everything. You think I can come back some time and smoke some grass with all of you?"
"Any time. Anything." Jerri said it with all the sensual tone she could find.
Jim stopped and looked into her eyes. "I really want to have sex with all you guys. I really don't know where else to get it!" He giggled.
"Would you like some right now?"
"What?"
"How about a fast one, here, now?"
"Oh, God," the boy said, his eyes opening in wonder. His cock jumped in his pants. He was ready.
Jerri set the lantern on the floor and the light flickered. She opened her blouse and exposed her breasts to his gaze. He reached out and touched them, pressing them in his hands, rubbing his fingers over the nipples.
"Suck one," Jerri said, leaning against the wall of the barn.
Jim brought his lips to her left tit and took it in his mouth and swirled the nipple under his tongue. The tip hardened under his warm caress and he held the breast with both hands as he sucked on it.
Jerri quickly found his zipper and opened it, drawing his slender penis out, fondling it in her hand. He sucked harder as she pulled down the length of his cock, feeling the sticky substance already at the tip.
Jerri fell to her knees and took the entire length of his young penis into her mouth. Holding it there between the roof of her mouth and her tongue, she undid the clasp of his pants and pulled his jeans down to his feet. Letting go of his cock for a moment, she pulled his underwear down, almost ripping it. She took his cock back in her mouth and sucked in heavy, long strokes, as she felt the head swelling inside her lips. She rubbed his balls as he played with her shaggy hair, feeling his hips moving now, fucking her in the mouth, as her breasts rubbed his naked legs. He was ready to come and she knew it.
"Can I fuck you?" Jim asked, barely able to get the words out.
Jerri pulled the boy's penis from her lips, holding it in her hand. She looked at it closely. It was long, slender, young, surrounded by soft hair. Yes she thought, yes, she wanted that nice cock in her! She stood up and without a word slipped her skirt to the floor. Then she leaned against the wall of the barn, spreading her legs wide. She knew that he was just the right height-his cock would slip into her easily if he stood directly between her legs. She took hold of his penis and pulled it, moving him into position.
"Oh, wow! Standing up?" Jim asked, excited.
"Just go slowly," Jerri cautioned, aiming the head of his young cock for him.
He pushed his buttocks forward, moving a step toward her, and the tip of his cock pressed into her cunt. He grabbed hold of her breasts as she pulled the lips of her pussy apart to help him enter.
Jim pushed steadily forward as he felt his prick ride all the way up her pussy. When it was all the way in and he could feels his balls against the hair at the base of her crotch, he stood still and put his head to her shoulder and kissed her hair.
His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the warm, tight, sucking pussy holding onto every inch of his cock. He felt her muscles contract and it sent shudders of excitement through him. His whole body felt electric now. He was ready to fuck a girl-in the right way-for the first time in his life. He pulled out and felt his cock slipping down the channel. The sensations he felt were indescribable! The head of his penis? was bathed in warm honey and his balls tightened in anticipation of his orgasm.
"That's it, nice and easy at first, back and forth," Jerri said, instructing him. She took hold of his buttocks with both hands and rocked him into her, then out of her. Soon he was pushing on his own and she stroked his back under his shirt, and again brought her arms down to circle and caress his smooth, young ass-cheeks.
Jim began pumping, hard. He drove his cock into her, each time feeling his balls hit her skin, then pulled away, and pushed again. His rhythm began to increase as his breathing became heavier and labored.
"That's it, baby," Jerri said as each stroke pushed her against the wooden wall of the barn. Her ass rubbed against a sliver and the pain was adding to her fascination. "Fuck me hard, Jim, hard!"
Jim smashed his loins against hers, driving his hard young organ deep into her belly. He grasped her shoulders and then leaned against the wall, pressing with his hands. He looked down to see his long wet cock pulling out, glistening in the flickering light of the lantern, and then it disappeared, entwining their pubic hairs together in a wet kiss of their crotches.
"Come in my cunt, baby," Jerri whispered, smashing her head against the wall. She was wracked by pleasure now. Her legs dug into the dirt Boor of the barn and she was taken by the perverse thought of the moment-being fucked by an almost child, being fucked by the very person who had caused her harm, who had killed her horses, who had treated her mean, being fucked by the beautiful young man who now was her friend, who now was a lover, who now was part of her life-it was incongruous and weird and added to her excitement.
"Fuck me hard, Jim, fill my pussy with your hot sperm… "The words hardly came from her lips when she felt the hot gush somewhere deep inside her. Jim banged his cock wildly into her, slamming her against the wall, pulling her shoulders to him as he gritted his teeth and moaned deep in his throat. He sank his head into her neck, burying his face in her soft hair as he drove his cock into her with one final mighty thrust. She wrapped her legs around his and held tight to him, grasping his back, flexing her cunt as the semen ran down his shaft, over his balls, and dripped down their legs.
In a second, it was over. Slowly, they released each other and Jerri spread her legs again. Jim moved back a step and then watched as his cock pulled out of her soaked pussy. He jumped down to his knees, as soon as his penis was out of her, and sank his head between her legs, sucking up all his own sperm and her juices which were slowly flowing from between the hair-lined lips.
Finally, he got up. She wiped the liquid from his face and kissed him lightly on the lips. Silently, they got dressed, and left the barn. They stood in the middle of the yard for a moment, looking at each other.
"Come back soon," Jerri said softly.
"Oh, God," Jim said, looking to the stars," will I ever!"
He ran up the hill and waved to her from the top. Then he got on his horse and rode home as Jerri went into the house and turned out the lights.
Everyone in the house was awakened the next morning by the sound of a car horn.
BEEP!
"What the fuck?" Rob said, looking at the alarm clock next to the bed. Jerri opened her eyes and looked at him.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Five-thirty and someone's blowing a horn in the drive!"
BEEP!
Carol jumped up. "What was that?"
Russell sat up next to her. "Sounded like a horn."
BEEP!
"I'll go see," Russell said, getting out of bed. He was bare naked. He walked to the front door and looked out. He saw a quite unexpected sight: a man dressed in coveralls and a middle-aged woman wearing a long granny dress were standing next to a camper. The man reached in the driver's window and pushed the horn again.
BEEP!
"Who the hell is it?" Jerri yelled out the door of the bedroom.
"Looks like some tourists! Guy and a woman with a camper. Probably out of gas," he called. He opened the door, forgetting that he was nude, and stepped out onto the porch.
"We'll be right there!" he shouted, and then turned and stepped back into the house. "Come on, Dave, Rob, someone… let's see what we can do for them," he said, walking back to his bedroom.
Out in the yard, the woman turned to the man and looked shocked. "Ray, did you see that?"
"Yup," the man said, blowing the horn again.
BEEP! BEEP!
"Jesus Christ," Dave shouted," we're coming, for Christ's sake. "He pulled his jeans on his legs, put his boots on, and grabbed a shirt from the bed. Tracey sat up, stretching.
Dave met Russell in the hall and together they walked out onto the porch. Dave stopped, frozen stiff, unable to move or speak.
The woman in the yard stared, with open arms. The man stopped beeping the horn.
"SON!" Lydia called.
"Holy fuck," Dave muttered, walking toward his parents as if in a trance.
"I'd better get Jerri," Russell said, himself in a state of shock.
"I don't believe it, I don't!" Dave said as his mother grabbed him in her powerful arms. He pulled away, looking her up and down-he couldn't get over the way she looked-and then hugged her tight. "Mother, Mother," he said softly. She began to cry.
"Hi, son," his father said, slapping Dave on the back. Dave pulled away from his mother and shook his father's hand. Then they heard a scream from the doorway as Jerri stood, her hand on her mouth trying to believe it wasn't a dream.
"Jerri, my Jerri baby darling," Lydia sobbed as she ran to greet her daughter. They fell into each other's arms.
Tracey appeared on the porch, just as shocked as Jerri and Dave. "Oh, my God," she mumbled as Lydia saw her.
"My daughter-in-law! And grandchild," she added, looking at Tracey's big stomach.
Rob was the last to arrive. He stood on the porch, watching the tears, the hugging, the shock. "I don't believe it. I really don't," he said.
Later, when the emotion had subsided and everyone had gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, Jerri and Dave bombarded their parents with questions…
"So you just left?" Jerri asked, amazed.
"What's so strange about that? You did it!" Lydia smiled. Everyone laughed.
"What about the business, Dad?" Dave asked his father.
"Took an extended leave of absence."
"How about the people-your friends-the bridge club?" Jerri asked.
"Who cares what they think!"
"How about the house?" Tracey asked.
"Rented it out, sold the furniture, stored some things away; you know, special things," Lydia smiled leaning back in her chair.
"We thought it was time we let it all hang out! Or something like that!" Ray said, laughing.
"Dad," Dave said, slapping him on the back," you're a real bum!"
"And you're a real gypsy," Jerri said, looking at her mother.
"Aw, come on, I'm just an average housewife!" Lydia joked.
"Okay, settle down, everyone, and eat," Carol announced, dishing out scrambled eggs.
Of course, Jerri and Dave thought it all a "front," which would end as abruptly as it had begun. But as the days wore on, they became more and more skeptical that perhaps their parents were really going to try a new life style-despite their clown-like garments and their forced hippie talk-and the realization that Mom and Dad might join the tribe seemed to hit them.
"I thought they were kidding," Jerri said, talking to her brother in the living room late one night.
"Me too! But did you see the way Mom smoked that joint this morning?"
"Yeah, and the way she's getting ready for the baby, and the way Dad talks about planting and raising animals…"
"Christ, Jerri, I really can't believe it!"
"What a joke on us, huh?" Jerri said, standing up. "We ask for understanding and we gain two more people. I'm going to sleep."
"Good night," Dave said as she left.
Lydia and Ray stayed. Yes, it had been a kind of "front" at first, a kind of experiment. They knew they wanted to break away, to drive across the country and see what it was like, to experiment with marijuana and see just what kind of a life their kids had been so excited about and dedicated to spreading around.
And they liked it. It suited them, suited all the secret wishes and desires they'd had for years. They liked the ranch, they liked being part of the tribe. No one considered them as Mother and Father, because they were just another two people that, in time, everyone grew to love. The tribe numbered eight.
After more weeks went by, Lydia and Ray became even more integrated into the style of life on the ranch. After a session of heavy grass smoking, all eight members of the tribe were relaxing by the little river, which was beginning to go dry as the summer approached.
Before they knew it, their conversation took on sexual overtones, and Lydia and Ray responded. Up till this time, they knew the group often shared sex, but Lydia and Ray shied away from any encounters which had to do with petting or making love. But now, in the afternoon sun with the aid of marijuana, Lydia and Ray dropped yet another convention, opened up yet another facet of their hidden desires. They joined the group when everyone removed their clothes.
Lydia may have been on the fat side, but her breasts were beautiful-round and thick, with enormous nipples. She had a patch of pubic hair thicker than Jerri's. Ray had a fat cock, much like his son's, and it grew hard as soon as he dropped his pants.
Without questions, without fears, Carol wrapped her hand around Ray's extended penis. In a moment he was lying back on the grass, spreading his legs as she sucked him into ecstasy. Rob played with Lydia's tits as Russell fingered her cunt. Then Dave joined in, placing his cock between Lydia's open lips.
David! Suddenly Lydia realized she was sucking her son's penis-she looked around, the organ still in her mouth-and no one was surprised. Then, sighing a breath of relief, she accepted the fact. If she could give pleasure, why not give it to her family first? She sucked on his cock till he filled her mouth with cum. She wasn't his mother now, and he wasn't her son. They were members of the tribe. And the tribe had gone beyond being the incestuous tribe. Roles didn't really exist-except when sleeping together, when relating deep love-and everyone was equal, loving one another as only a family could.
Jerri moved over to take Carol's place at her father's penis. He didn't even notice who was performing on his cock. He was in the stars, his head swimming with passion.
On top of the hill, Jim watched smiling. He would join them, perhaps tomorrow, but now he had chores to do.
None of them could be certain of the future, how long anything would last, how long anything would remain the same. They lived and loved from day to day, alone in their wonderland on Snow Canyon, with just a few friends and even less enemies.
In a month, the girls began their school, with Lydia teaching piano as an extra added attraction. The men farmed the land and raised the crops and sold them. Ray and Jerri together purchased some of the Circle-T lands, and they began to breed horses.
Shortly after that, on the warmest day yet that summer, Tracey gave birth to a baby girl, with the entire tribe watching, helping, sharing in her pain and joy. They named her Jerri. The tribe numbered nine. And that's where it stayed.