Aira set on the steps of the front porch of the shack she
shared with her brother Sacha and their friend Datka.  She
was thinking about last night.  God, how great it was to share
a bed with her brother and Datka.   
 
She loves them both, a lot.  It is amazing to her how the
three of them can be united in friendship, sensual love, as
well as in just plain fucking.  How sweet it is to see how
unselfish Datka's love-making is.  He's just a 15 year old but
in her opinion he has the wisdom of a thousand years of
living and she wonders where does he come from.  The way he
shares himself with both, her brother and herself is proof
that his kindness, sweetness comes from being wise.   
 
How heavenly it is to kiss Datka's mouth and then kiss her
brother.  Go back and forth from one to the other.  Sacha's
mouth tastes like milk and honey.  It's soft, warm, innocent,
smooth like the mouth of the child he is.  Datka's mouth on
the other hand has the fragrance of a pine forest.   It is very
experienced:  his tongue maneuvers in and out of her mouth
exploring every millimeter of its  beauty.   Oh, how heavenly
it feels when he moves his tongue and lips to her breasts and
smooth belly until he reaches her wet, hot passion folds that
lay between her legs, licking and sucking every petal, teasing
her, blowing warm air into her womb, nibbling at the valley
where the leg meets the body.  How fantastic it is to have
her brother sucking her breasts while Datka goes down on
her.  
 
Datka is still in bed.  Sacha is peacefully sleeping beside
him.   Datka thinks of last night.  He remembers passionately
kissing Aira, sucking her erect nipples, running the tip of his
tongue over them again and again and hear her sigh  and moan
in pleasure.  He then looks at her beautiful face and the sight
of her almost takes his breath away.  She opened her deep
dark brown eyes and looked at him, but she didn't seem to see
him at all.  She had this dreamy, glazed look which seemed to
look way past him, as if he werent really there.  She seemed
to be in a world of her own, a land of pleasure she created
for herself and he felt a wave of desire run through his spine. 
He could hold out no longer and exploded inside her while
Sacha gently stroked her hair.  
 
 Datka opens his eyes now and sees Sacha's chest rise and
fall in his rhythmic breathing and a warm feeling of
tenderness filled his heart.  "Sacha is so beautiful", he thinks 
and goes back to sleep.  
 
 How heavenly it is, Aira was thinking still sitting on the
steps, to have Sacha at one breast and Datka at the other and
all the while the three of them caressing each other, their
sweet bodies deliriously delighting in the fruits they offer. 
How great it to take turns to focus on one of the three at a
time as well.  This is usually Datka's idea.  Joking but
seriously, he suggests:  "Lets get Aira", and the two boys go
for her.  Aira takes the clue and she and Sacha go after Datka
and then the two go for Sacha who is delighted to be the
center of attention getting all the carnal pleasure he could
possibly take.    
 
Datka sucked and licked Sacha's young erect gorgeous stem
for a long time while Aira licked, kissed, and sucked his
youthful supple body.   She worked on his mouth first, licking
underneath his tongue, sucking it, exploring the roof and the
sides of his sweet mouth.  Then she kissed his eyes, hair,
neck, and kept going down to his pink erect nipples, slowly
licking them and moving her mouth to lick under his hairless
arm pits.  She placed his head on her lap and he could feel her
hot cunt underneath it.  She and Datka kept kissing,
caressing, licking the boy until he was screaming in pleasure. 
Datka picked him up and gently placed him on top of Aira. 
Sacha erect penis is so hard, it could cut virgin iron as he
penetrates his sister while Datka gets on top of him, spreads
apart his young rosy cheeks, licks and sucks the beautiful
rose bud he finds hiding in between them.   Then his own
stem is so steaming with desire he plunges in and a wave of
pleasure and ecstasy fills his being.  Sacha and Aira are
moaning, moving about and screaming with pleasure, when all
three explode in the most primitive and the most rewarding
sensation there can ever be. 
 
The sun was rising in the horizon now.  Aira's deep brown
eyes were wet with tears as she kept thinking of last night's
orgy and how they all got up and cooked dinner and then going 
back to bed, sleeping peacefully, satisfied, happy to be alive,
in each others arms.   How beautiful it was to see Sacha
sleeping peacefully in Datka's arms.  The look of despair and
helplessness she always saw in his young face didn't seem to
be there.  "Wow", she thought, "he needs Datka".    
 
 Datka is such a lovely young man.  How lucky she was to have
run into him at the Village.  He was running from something
and almost didn't trust her when she offered help.  She got
him out of a bad situation, brought him to her shack and now
they help each other.  Datka has been wonderful to her and to
her brother and Aira is very grateful. 
 
While the happy thoughts of last night runs through Aira's
mind, she is also thinking about their situation.  "Hummm....",
she thinks, "so far we've been lucky.  We've managed to keep
our whereabouts a secret, but how long will this heaven
last?".  "Only God knows.  I hear the soldiers are going about,
burning villages, raping, killing.  How long it will be, before
they find us, rape and kill us?".  Aira's face show concern and
fear.  "I must go talk to the American.  I must beg him to help
me, my brother and Datka". 
 
Aira goes to the river to bathe and when she's clean, dry and
fresh she takes off to the village to see the American.   
 
Coming Soon, "Orphans 4: The American" 
 
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