In the remote village of Bitera in a remote country ravaged
by war, orphans were left to fend for themselves.  This was
the situation in which Sacha, a 12 year old boy, and Aira, his
15 year old sister found themselves.  Their parents had
vanished without a trace.   Somehow these two, and some
other children had "slipped" through the system of the
various international organizations trying to help orphans of
war.  No one really knows why they were left behind, but Aira
took upon herself to look after her brother.  She managed
somehow to feed him, clothe him, make sure he had his daily
bath, and even wash behind his ears.  "We are poor, but it
doesn't mean we have to be dirty", Sacha often heard his
sister say: nagging, scolding, but also comforting him when
he felt scared.  He became very dependent on her.  She could
somehow produce food, which seemed to come from nowhere. 
She even got him a portable radio which she cherished with
fervor.  He had no idea how she did it, but was forever
grateful to her for being so "resourceful".  They need water,
Aira gets it, they need fire wood for the wood stove, she gets
it.  She gets, food, soap, even coffee, sometimes.  "She's so
amazing" he thought as he sat in front of the shack where
they lived, waiting for her, thinking of her, keeping his eyes
on the pathway which led to the shack, hoping that any
minute now she'd show up.  He didn't like to be alone in this
sad, poor place, but she wouldn't allow him to come down to
the village with her.     Her return home was always a reason
for big celebration.  Brother and sister would hold each other
and dance around like rich kids about to open a Christmas
present and find a, let's say nintendo, under the tree.  There
was always wonderful surprises in the cloth bag she carried
with her when going to the village.  Good God, she even
brought home salami and cheese once.   She was late today
and and Sacha was worried.  The Sun had almost gone down
into the horizon already.  She should be home by now.  He
looked at the tramonto (the big red skies) and thought of
sleeping in her bed.  Ever since their parents had
"disappeared" he has been sleeping in her bed.  He was always
so scared and to have her arms around him, her soft, sweet
breasts underneath his head was so comforting, so beautiful,
that he went to sleep peacefully with a hint of a smile on his
face.  Her softness, her natural perfume, the way she kissed
his eyes and the top of his head, the way she would stroke
his hair with so much tenderness, put him into a trance-like 
wonderland that he could forget he was an orphan, living in a
country ravaged by war and fear.   At first Sacha looked
forward to being in bed with her because her tender touching
and kissing kept him from dispair.  It seemed she just
wanted him to go to sleep comfortably in her arms.  One
night, however, when she was kissing his eyes and stroking
his hair he felt this urge to suck her breasts,  He had seem
them before when they went down to the river to bathe.
 The skin around her nipples were so
much darker than the rest of her skin.  Her nipples looked like
a couple of "forget me not" flowers.  He reached and touched
them and herd her moan with pleasure.  Then he started to
lick her hard nipples.  He'd start on her nipples and with his
tongue explore all the surrounding areas all the way to her
mouth, down again to her nipples and down to her bellybutton. 
She looked as if dreaming.  There was a look in her
languished eyes which seemed to be asking for more.  He kept
on licking her sweet body with all the tenderness she had
shown him before and reached a spot which looked like a
flower in full bloom.  He sucked every petal and herd her
squirm with pleasure.  He teased her, went back to her
nipples, this time sucking them slowly, firmly holding the
beauties in his mouth and then went back to the sweet petals
sucking each one as she moans and sighs in ecstasy.                

She hugs him, bringing his face close to her breasts and he sees tears
in her eyes as she lays close to him.  Then suddenly she sits
up and grabs his face and kisses it passionately.  Her soft
tongue explores every inch of his mouth and her hands are all
over his young sweet body.  She watches his young strong
penis rise, firmly erect, reaching for her and when he finds
her, she moves.  She wants to have the "staff of life" into her
mouth, bring the juices of life into her mouth.  She wants to
lick the beautiful gorgeous engorged beauty into her mouth
and extract the nectar of love.  And so she does.  The
beautiful staff of life erected in it's glory is sucked till it
has given the juice of life and some of it runs downs the
corner of her mouth.   The brother and sister embrace in
ecstasy: convex and concave parts of their bodies all fitting
together.  He's again ready to penetrate her because the
gorgeous member is again erect and ready to give, and he
does, feeling a wave of incredible heat, a volcano exploding,
stars bursting in the atmosphere, the sun storms going
around his head.  He closes his eyes tight and visions of her
silhouette coming and going under the sinking sun spins
around his head. He realizes how much he needs her.  A
fantastic world of pleasure stirs in his soul and spreads all
over his being.  He realizes they are both trembling, violently
shaking with pleasure as the two reach climax
simultaneously.   The past few month had been like this.  Aira
takes off in the early morning and comes back at sunset. 
Brother and sister go over the daily ritual of finding out
what's in the full cloth bag she brings with her when coming
back from the village.   Sacha's smile to find good things to
eat is an incredible reward to Aira's daily efforts.  Brother
and sister spend nights making love, exploring each other
bodies and dying of ecstasy night after night.   The Sun has finally sunk
into the horizon.  It's dark now, there are only vestiges of the
red sky which are slowly disappearing.  Aira is not home yet
and Sacha is worried.   He's about to go to the village and
face her wrath when he sees her silhouette walking up the
pathway to the shack. But there was another one with her.  It
looked like a male silhouette and it was.  Aira was bringing
someone home with her.     Sacha had been feeling angry,
jealous, and devastated.  How could she bring another boy
home and disrupt their beautiful, loving, relationship? So he
pouted, behaved nastily towards the other young man, and
mostly kept to himself, going to the river for a swim,
throwing rocks at birds and other small living creatures. 
How can she do this to me.  "Yeah", he thought.  "Big deal, she
wants me to come to bed with her and HIM"     A few days
went by and Sacha was feeling miserable.  His sister, the
woman he loved the most in this world was sleeping with
some kid she picked up off the streets and Sacha was angry. 
He seriously considered running away, but where to.  He was
so scared of this goddamn war.  He couldn't possibly leave
this haven his sister created for them.  Why did she have to
bring the jerk here?   Aira went to the village by herself
today.  Datka, the friend she brought over stayed.  When Sacha
asked him, he said, he couldn't go to the village for a while.
"They" were after him for small theft. He explained, so Aira
had to go by herself.  At first Sacha was very hostile to
Datka, but as the day went by they started to become friends. 
They went swimming in the river.  At one point Sacha took
his clothes off and went off to challenge the cold water. 
Datka, watched and enjoyed looking at the young boy's body. 
He watched for a long while, as Sacha maneuvered the water,
swimming like a fish, turning this way and that way,
showing his gorgeous bottom, so delicious to look at.  Datka,
watched for a long time and then in an spontaneous way
jumped into the water and went after Sacha.  The two of
them wrestled for a while.  It was so much fun, chasing,
grabbing and finding each other.  Sacha played hard to get but
the 15 year old Datka new exactly what to do.  He grabbed
him, carried him to shore and for a long time made love to
him.  Sacha could not believe that a male could give him so
much pleasure.   When Datka first brought Sacha to the shore
Sacha was screaming and fiercefully fighting him off, but
with every kiss, every touch became more and more
passionate and when Datka laid him down and started to kiss
his tender body Sacha melted to the hands of the 15 yrs old
Datka who skillfully aroused the young Sacha.  He took his
young aroused rod into his mouth and sucked the juices of
life out of him (just like Sacha's sister did before).  He
turned Sacha over and licked his young rose bud until the boy
in ecstasy cried for more.  Their hands were all over now,
and for a moment it was as if they were one, tongues
entwined, tongues running all over
their young bodies, entering every orifice, every concave,
every convex fitting together as in as lovely, sensual,
satisfying puzzle.  Datka saw tears in Sacha's eyes and he
licked them dry, and he held the boy with as much tenderness
as Aira has done before.   The sun was going down.  Datka and
Sacha sat by the shack waiting for Aira.  The two boys are
holding hands waiting for the girl who will bring them
sustenance, love, and affection.   They see her silhouette
coming down the pathway to the shack.  Both of them get up
and go to greet her.  Her cloth bag is full of surprises and the
three of them dance with joy to find such life sustaining
items.  This time there is even a silk scarf.  Wow, her
hustling with the village men was quite productive today.     
Sacha, feels he's a man now. He has known all along how his
sister got the stuff.  Some horny men down in the village, he
guessed.  But tonight Sacha was going to be back in his
sister's bed again.  This time there will be three of them and
it will be heaven to suck one of her breasts and have Datka
suck the other one.  She will be very pleased indeed. It will
be wonderful to embrace, kiss, touch, and,  yes fuck all night. 
Sacha wants to be inside his sister, as he has.  God it feels
so good to be inside her.  But he would love to have Datka
inside him as well because Datka has shown him pleasures
which were thus far imaginable to him.     Aira and I have a
brother now to share the pleasure, to help her feed us, to
face the life we have to face, but let's face it, you might like
to be in my place, I bet.   Orphans 2:   The sun had just gone
down behind the mountains and it was getting dark The moon
was full and the tree shadows danced against the moon light. 
Datka the 15 year old boy Aira brought home with her one
evening and her 12 year old brother Sacha were sitting by the
shack the three of them shared.  The boys were holding hands,
still tingling from the erotic experience they  had by the
shore of the river earlier in the day when they distinguished
her silhouette coming up the pathway which led to their
shack.  Both got up simultaneously and eagerly went to greet
her.  Just to see her was a delightful experience.  It was
impossible not to feel excited around her, she emanated pure
radiance and perfume of wild flowers and spices.  The cloth
bag she carried with her to the village each day was full. 
The boys carried her (as if carrying a hero) into the shack and
she placed the bag on a small round table.  She was happy and
in a very playful mood.  Datka could tell by the tinkle of her
mischievous eyes that she was up to something.   She started
to take things out of the bag.  She took out a silk scarf and
dancing towards Datka placed it around his neck. Then she
started to take vegetables out of the cloth bag and threw
them at the boys, saying "catch" each time,  and they readily
caught whenever she threw at them.  Tomatoes, 
green peppers, lettuce, carrots, radishes.  All the while she
danced around the boys, singing some song she must have
learned in childhood, smiling in joy of being alive perhaps.
Perhaps the smile of a woman who is satisfied, the kind of a
woman who is glad to be a woman who has hot men in her
bed,  perhaps.  She danced around them singing all the while
and took out another item out of the bag:  a t-bone steak
which she tossed to Datka saying "my darling, you cook it, i
will go out and pick us some flowers" Before going out to
pick flowers, however, she produced one more item out of the
bag and laughing and giggling hid it behind her back.  "If you
want this one", she said, "you must come and get it" and
started running around the table, teasing the boys to come
and get it.  They dashed for her, caught her and worked the
item out of her hand.  It was an audiotape of Sacha's favorite
group.   Sacha was beyond himself with excitement. He
immediately went for the portable radio-tape player she had
brought to him on a previous occasion and put on the tape. 
The three kids started to dance around to Sacha's favorite
group and were all very excited.  Aira, still in her
mischievous mood peeled  Datka's clothes off and he in turn
peeled Sacha's and the two boys together removed Aira's
clothes as well.  They were dancing to the hot beat when Aira
grabbed the silk scarf from Datka's neck and tied it around
his young erect dick.  Sacha still dancing around said "But I
don't have one, and I want one too"  Aira, took off the ribbon
she was wearing on her hair and tied it around Sacha's erect
beautiful stem.  Datka look at the sister and broth   er
pirouetting around with a fatherly expression on his face.
"Such beautiful children these two", he thought and then
realized he himself was a child also.  Aira who was still
dancing managed to put her dress back on and danced herself
all the way out of the door..  She was going to pick the wild
flowers which grew abundantly in the field next door.   The
boys still singing and dancing, scarf and ribbon around their
penises decided to get busy with dinner.  Datka is getting the
wood stove ready for the steak and Sacha works on the
vegetables.  Then they see Aira come back in the shack.  She
had been out in the rain, she's soaked to the bone and she's
stunningly beautiful.  She has a bunch of wild flowers in one
of her hands but the boys don't even see the flowers she
carries.  They are looking at her.   Her white cotton dress is
soaked and clings to her body.  Her erect nipples are visible,
the dress clings to her smooth belly, hips, legs,  and the
mound of her beautiful pomba shows through the thin cloth. 
Sacha drops whatever he's doing and runs to his beautiful
sister, helps her out of her wet dress and starts to lick her
erect cold nipples.  At first he just licks them gently, but as
he becomes more passionate with lust he sucks them hard
and moves his mouth lower down her body, sucking and
licking every inch between her breasts and her
hot wet red open flower.  Sacha
sucks every petal of the beautiful hot wet thing until she
whimpers and cries in ecstasy.   Datka goes over to them, his
pau ready to explode and Aira takes the beautiful engorged
stem into her mouth.  Datka can feel her tongue rubbing
underneath it's head and moans in pleasure.   The boys gently
pick Aira up and gently place her on the bed. Sacha can no
longer wait and enters her who moans and sighs in ecstasy
while she sucks and licks Datka's pau. Sacha pumps his young
penis into her, in and out, in and out, and she cries with
pleasure, while Datka moans in ecstasy as she sucks and
licks his pau.   Hands, members touching, tongues licking,
they go back and forth giving each other sweet thrills,
changing positions.  Sometimes Datka is on top of both,
brother and sister, spreads his round firm cheeks and
licksthe boy's pink, tender orifice until he trembles with
pleasure and when he can't stand it anymore he penetrates
him going in and out, in and out until he hears Sacha moaning
with pleasure. Sometimes Aira is on top of the boys, but
every touch, every movement is done with so much
tenderness and they share the beauty of that wonderful
moment when all three in an heavenly thrilling feeling cum
together still kissing and caressing each other with so much
love and tenderness that it would seem impossible for three
young people, children for that matter, to share together. 
The orphans are indeed children, but they have the wisdom of 
thousands of years.   Author's note:  pau=dick                        
pomba=pussy   
 
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