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Even if she was only a girl, she looked like she'd be able to run a marathon without so much as break into a sweat. I think that's why I made a fairly wide turn and pedalled back to where she was. She had climbed over the low fence and stood just where the driveway connected to the road.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly as I stopped the bicycle about a meter from her, "It was just standing there and I couldn't see anyone near it."
"Yea, that's what he does all the time. He forgets about his darned bike and leaves it all over. But that doesn't mean it's okay to just steal it!"
"I know! I already said I was sorry. Here, take it, I didn't break it or anything."
"Where did you come from? I haven't seen you around here," she asked and tilted her head to one side as she looked curiously at me.
"I came from there," I said and pointed to where I had come from, "and I'm headed for those."
I pointed at the mountains. Which, by the way, still looked like they were really far away.
"From there? There's nothing out that way. Well, Qaroum is in that direction but that's really far from here."
"I don't know the name of it, but I did come from there. And yes, it is very far from here. But it was like nothing for a boy like me."
I couldn't help but boast just a little. It felt nice being able to speak so freely again with someone almost my own age.
"Likely not if you stole other small boys' bicycles to get to here. Why are you dressed like a girl if you're a boy?"
Crap! I completely forgot about that.
I looked down at the offending piece of clothing I was wearing. There was no way of mistaking it for anything else than a girl's dress. I had seen boys wearing tunics, but they hadn't been pink and they sure didn't have a white band going around the waist. I shrugged my shoulders.
"It's all I could find to wear," I admitted while blushing.
"So you stole a girl's dress too? Is that what you do? Just take whatever you need without worrying about the victims of your crimes?"
I blushed even more at her accusations. I wasn't a thief by nature, I knew the difference between mine and yours. Still my recent actions kind of messed with the picture of me being a law-abiding boy.
"I had to. I wouldn't have put on this dress or taken your brother's bicycle if I didn't absolutely have to. You wouldn't believe me if I told you about what I've experienced in the last six months or so. Just trust me, it was really bad!"
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
I nodded. I dared not trust my voice. It felt like I was going to start crying any second and I didn't want to break down in front of a girl not much older than me. I don't know why I even bothered, it wasn't like I was all that macho wearing a pink dress.
"I guess you'd have to steal food too then. Come, I'll give you something to eat so you won't have to steal it," she told me.
I walked next to her pushing the bike towards her house.
***
She gave me an orange and some dates and figs to munch on while she reheated some leftovers she found in the propane powered fridge. While I was busy eating everything she put in front of me she asked me questions.
"No, I don't know if my parents and my sister are alive now. But, if they are I'll find them," I told her when I'd finished chewing and swallowing the sweet potato in my mouth before quickly shoving a fork load of spicy lamb in to follow it.
"That's terrible. I don't know if I could've done what you did. I think you should stay with us for a bit. At least until you get your strength back. My mum and dad won't mind and you could bunk with Jabir. I'm sure he wouldn't mind either."
"I'd like that. Walking for three days without eating was kind of hard. I never realized the mountains were so far away."
The girl was so pleasant to talk to and boy, did she know how to cook! She was 12, just three years older than me, but Ismat sure seemed capable in a kitchen. Even better, she knew my language. Something apparently not everyone spoke in this region. I think I said it before, but I was quite naive back then at nine years of age. I thought everyone talked the same language, had the same ideals and basically lived the same. I was wrong of course.
***
Before the rest of the family returned from work, Ismat thought it best if I were to bathe properly with soap and get rid of the dress.
"You seem like a nice kid, but you do smell and you can't wear a dress like you're a girl. My mother would be all over you before you knew it," she told me.
A sniff at one of my armpits told me she was right when she said I wasn't exactly pleasant to sit next to. And I sure wouldn't mind having something more suited for a boy to wear than a dress. I was sitting in the tub while she brought in one pot after another with steamy water. The suds from the soap covered the important bits so I didn't mind her presence.
"Here, put this on when you're done. It was my older brother's, but he wouldn't fit in it now. Besides, he doesn't live here anymore."
The navy blue tunic she left behind was a bit too large, but not overly so. I adjusted the length of it by folding the end up over itself a few times.
As long as it stays up I won't trip in it.
***
I left the bathroom and entered the kitchen where Ismat sat.
"You do look a lot better now, Soren."
I had tried to teach her the correct way of saying my name but it seemed impossible for her to make the right sound. Instead of pissing her off, I just ended up accepting her mispronunciation of it.
"Thanks for lending me the tunic."
"You look like you're ready for your Khatan," Ismat smiled at me, "you only need the white hat and a white scarf now."
"What's Khatan?" I had to ask. I had never heard the word before.
"It's what makes boys into men. It's where they remove the hood from your spear."
"You mean… this spear?" I asked and tried to nonchalantly point at my worm.
"Unless you have any other spears?"
"What do you mean by removing the hood?"
I could easily move the hood back from my worm and bare the head on it, I'd done so just moments before when I washed it. I didn't understand why I'd need someone else to move it back for me.
"Cutting it off… Don't they do that where you come from?"
I had stared wide-eyed in shock at her.
"No!" I shook my head, "Well, at least I don't think so. Why do they do it here?"
"It's what the script says. That to be true to God, the hood has to come off. Or something. I'm only a girl, Soren, I don't know why they'd do it. Saif told me it hurt, but he was proud of having it done."
"I don't want anything like that. My spear is just fine like it is."
"I'm sure. What little I saw of it looked nice."
I blushed. I hated blushing but I had thought my worm had been safe from a prying girl's eyes. Though, Ismat had said it looked nice.
"Thanks, I guess," I said sheepishly.
"Help me clean up after your meal. My parents and Jabir will return soon."
"Why are you home alone?"
"I said I was sick this morning."
"Oh."
***
Ismat's parents and little brother returned not long after we had cleaned not only the kitchen but also the bathroom. There were no signs of me having eaten and bathed after. Well, not unless you had a look at the fruit basket and knew exactly what had been in it before I had been offered some of the fruits or checked the fridge hoping for some of the really tasty lamb stew I had eaten all of. Fortunately neither of the three were hungry for food, only for information about why I was there at their house.
Jabir fortunately was okay with sharing his bedroll with me, if you saw the grin on his face you'd think he had just been handed the best toy in the world. The six years old actually cheered loudly when his father told him that I'd be bunking with him. Nobody did anything to stop him as he ran around pumping his hands into the air like he had won a big victory. I looked over at Ismat but she just shrugged almost imperceptibly and broke eye contact by looking at the floor in front of her.
I smiled at the little runt when he stopped in front of me and looked up. He lifted his arms just like my little sister did when she'd ask for me to carry her. Jabir wasn't exactly a four year-old though, he was quite heavy but seemed to enjoy when I had to put my hands right on his bum to hold him up. He clung to me for the remainder of the day, either by sitting in my lap or silently demanding I'd piggyback him to wherever I walked with Ismat.
Not even when I'd go to the toilet would he leave me be. No, he'd either join me with a tinkle of his own or observe as I squatted to poop.
"That's a big one!" He told me after he had a look into the hole where I had just went, making me blush fiercely.
When Jabir was finally ready to go to bed, he insisted I'd help him undress (which was quickly done as he only wore a tunic) and tell him a story to make him fall asleep. I wasn't the best story teller, but eventually he did pass out. The parents had gone to their private bedroom and Ismat was getting ready to go to sleep in the kitchen. When I saw her standing there in only a pair of skimpy underpants I forgot all about the glass of water I had went to the kitchen for and turned around hoping to be able to hurry back to where Jabir was laying in the small lounge before she saw me.
***
"Wait, Soren. Please, tell me a story too."
"Uh, I don't really know any stories you'd be interested in, Ismat," I said. It made me feel terrible for having to disappoint her.
"Oh. Well, come over here and keep me company for a bit then."
I wasn't sure if it was okay to do so and I told her.
"Aw, just keep your voice down, nobody will know," she said and laid down on the bedroll. She patted it, clearly indicating where she wanted me to sit.
Me sitting next to her, wasn't what she had in mind however. She tugged at my shoulder until I lay on my back next to her. Right next to her. I mean, you wouldn't have been able to make a piece of paper slide in between the two of us, that's how close we were. I moved a bit away from her, but she only moved with me. After a couple of times of moving, my left bum cheek was sitting on the cold stone floor while only my right was on the bedroll.
"Don't be stupid, Soren. Stop moving away from me," Ismat said in a hushed but clearly not too happy voice.
"Sorry. I just don't feel comfortable laying so close to someone else."
"I don't care. I want it. Move back and lay in the middle of the matt. Do it. I'll tell my dad you tried to steal Jabir's bicycle. Thieves normally only get severely beaten but since you've stolen twice already, he'll likely chop off one of your hands."
I gasped but did as she told me. I thought she'd lie down next to me, but instead she sat on top of me. Groin to groin. We had two layers of clothing between us but as far as I was concerned it might as well have been skin to skin. I could feel the warmth radiating off of her. I was confused, this went against everything, which by the way wasn't much, I had heard about a man and a woman being together. From my understanding a man was supposed to be on top, to be the aggressive, the dominant of the two.
Ismat apparently hadn't been informed of that rather important piece of information. Neither did she live up to what her name meant. She had told me it meant something along the way of being innocent, but she sure wasn't behaving like an innocent girl.
"Ismat, isn't the man supposed to be on top?" I naively asked her.
"Of course, but you're not really a man yet! You're only nine. Tonight you'll do what I tell you or I'll scream as loudly as I can and when my mum and dad comes to check on me I'll tell them you tried to touch me, right here!" she said and forced my hand right up against her… uh, thing.
Why couldn't it be Mikkel she did this to? He wanted to touch a girl there so badly.
"Why me?" I asked quietly.
"What?"
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because Jabir is too rough. He likes being the one in control. It's so bloody hard to make him to do anything I want to do. But you, I bet you'll do anything for me right?"
What the hell is wrong with these kids? Why aren't their parents raising them properly?
I whined as she let go of my hand only to firmly hold my small eggs. She increased the pressure, squeezing them in her hand. I had tears in the corners of my eyes when I desperately caved in.
"Yes!" I moaned and was happy to feel the pressure let up, though she didn't move her hand off my eggs.
"See? This is why I'm doing this with you and not Jabir. He would've tried to hurt me first, not just lie there and wait for me to hurt him. Pull up the tunic. I want to see your spear up close."
***
It took her some minutes but then my spear was flaunting itself proudly.
"It isn't any bigger than Jabir's. I guess the men in your part of the world doesn't have big spears. The boys sure don't," she said as she stroked the object she was talking about.
"Sorry," was all I could come up with. Like it was somehow my fault that my worm was the size it was. It had never bothered me earlier, what had seemed important was I normally won the small pee contests I had participated in. I could pee the farthest and the highest, something that had earned me far more respect than being the son of a LT Colonel in the army.
Besides the 9 centimetres [3½ inch] I had, with the hood skinned back, was more than Gustav's. And it had been the second longest of all in the group of friends I had back in the city. Well, I only had two friends in the city I was so close to that we'd want to compare our stiff worms to each other.
Still, even if my spear was somewhat a disappointment to Ismat, she didn't let me go back to the lounge so I could sleep next to Jabir. Not until she had demonstrated what my spear was really for and what pleasure it was to have it slip into her rear end. She had sucked on it too, while she tried to kill me by lying on top of me and pressing her moist girl thing into my face. The way she had gyrated her hips had made it almost impossible to do as she had demanded, namely to lick at her slit while ignoring her small mat of pubic hairs tickling my chin.
It was only when my face was moist from her juices and she had moaned loudly twice that she swung around and deftly sat on my worm. She had kissed me overwhelmingly, hungrily while her hips gyrated and made my worm almost slip out of her tight bum hole before it somehow slipped back inside again. She didn't stop when I told her I was about to pee, it only made her kiss me wilder and pick up the speed of the gyrations.
***
I didn't pee inside her bum, something I wasn't sure if I should be happy about or not, as she never told me why she sped up when I told her I was about to. What happened was much stranger than that, though, it was a sensation not unlike peeing, only ten times better. I was still trying to figure out what had happened the first time I felt like that when I could feel the weird sensation build up again. She never slowed down just rode me like I was a horse.
"Ismat, I'm gonna pee now. I really think I'm gonna go. You best stop!"
"Shhhh," she just said before sticking her tongue inside my mouth again this time holding my head firmly in place so I couldn't break the seal her lips formed against mine.
Even the thought of her saliva surely running into my mouth and knowing I had likely swallowed litres of it already wasn't sufficient to completely gross me out. It wasn't nice to think about, but my worm felt like it was trying to do a little dance inside her super tight bum while strange emotions filled my body once again. Ismat must have felt it too as she slowly stopped her gyrating hips and her tongue stopped trying to reach for my lungs.
She smiled almost shyly at me and climbed off of me before pushing me off her bedroll. Finally I was able to get what I had entered the kitchen for in the first place. A glass full of cold water. It wasn't until after I had thoroughly washed my face clean from Ismat's sticky juices and saliva that I quickly guzzled the glass of water down. Ismat was sleeping by the time I left the kitchen.
I never even had to tell her a story. How's that?
Jabir was sleeping when I joined him on his bedroll. I had to hug him close as his bedroll was somewhat smaller than that of Ismat's. He didn't seem to mind at all, in fact he somehow managed to climb up on top of me during the night and slept like that.
***
Somebody forgot to tell me that Jabir was a bed wetter. I wouldn't have thought any less of the boy knowing he tinkled while he slept, I was used to that from having a sister who did the same. But, whereas she wore diapers to bed and her accidents would be contained to a small area that didn't really involve me, other than a slight pee smell, the same couldn't be said for Jabir.
The smell of pee early in the morning wasn't unusual for me, but the intensity of it was. I was lying on my back, feeling every bit as wet as had I peed myself, when I opened my eyes only to stare right at Jabir's boy spear. The six year-old had woken before me, which wasn't very surprising as I had only been allowed to go bed hours later than him. I just hadn't expected to find him sitting on my chest fondling his stiff spear, which from my point of view looked quite big for a boy his age. Likely because the end of it was only about 5 cm [2 inches] from my nose.
"Suck it!" Jabir said. When I only blinked at him, he repeated his demand, "open your mouth and suck on it!"
I shook my head the best I could. I could smell the stale pee from his groin.
"If you don't suck it, I'll pee all over your face."
Reluctantly I started opening my mouth and as soon as he saw that, he plunged his worm in between my lips. I'm sure my teeth must've scraped along it before I had a chance to open a bit wider for him. When his worm was fully inside my mouth, I judged it to be bigger than my own.
It's fatter, that's for sure.
"Suck!" He said, not caring that he was interrupting my thoughts.
I sucked in my cheeks forming a vacuum in my mouth which was what the little one was waiting for. He started moving his hips slowly, pulling his fat boy worm back out a bit, then fully in again. Well, it was fat compared to my worm, his was about the same size around as a man's thumb, where mine was more like an index finger. The little six year-old spoke again.
"Now suck and drink up."
Drink? Drink what?
I couldn't ask him, but didn't have to wait long to find out exactly what it was. He started pissing in my mouth.
"Drink or I'll yell for dad. Drink it all."
Fuck you, Jabir. I'll spank your little arse so hard after this.
However, I did start drinking his pee. I didn't want his parents to come running and start accusing me of things I never even wanted to happen in the first place. I only wanted to go to the mountains and figure out where to go from there to somehow get back home to the city where I had been born. I had friends there and likely my family would be waiting there for me too.
If they're still alive. Fuck, how much pee can a six year-old hold inside of him anyway?
The bedroll was like soaked, so it wasn't like Jabir had been holding back during the night. I tried to remember how much he had been drinking before going to bed the night before, while swallowing one mouthful of his pee after another.
He had like a full pot of tea on his own. But he did tinkle before going to sleep, I know 'cuz he did that when I went.
***
Strangely, it wasn't an all-together awful experience to be drinking the little boy's pee straight from the tap, so to speak. It was most of all just salty lukewarm water. At least that was what I kept thinking to myself as he just went on and on. My own bladder was sending acute messages to my brain letting me know that I had to go soon myself or I'd be adding my own pee to the bedroll. Nobody would have been able to notice it, I think, however I was much too old to be pissing myself like a little baby.
Fortunately Jabir's bladder wasn't connected to the South Ocean and eventually the salty stream dwindled and with a last couple of spurts he finished.
"That was good," he told me before he stood and ran to his parents' bedroom. I hurried to the bathroom for a morning pee that took much longer than usual. My worm made it difficult to get started as it insisted on standing firm instead of pointing to the hole in the ground. I was almost doubled over to get the end of it pointing in the right direction when Ismat's and Jabir's father entered the small room.
"My son tells me you're a good toilet for him," he said.
I swallowed, fearing for what was about to happen to me. The large man looked quite big enough to make a beating hurt.
"Here," he said, "It'll be easier if you just go in the tub. You can pee on the wall, we boys of the family always do that."
He just picked me up and sat me back down on my feet in the tub in front of him. It took him pushing firmly at my bladder to get me started and then he joined in with a much heavier stream of his own.
"You know, with you in the house, it'll be much easier for the rest of us. We won't have to worry about who Jabir will want to offer his morning pee to," he said as we fought for who could piss highest up the tiled wall. I got him beat. I told you, I was the reigning champion of pee contests, right?
***
Jabir's father told me about what went on in the house when he bathed me and Jabir after our little contest had concluded.
"For you to understand what is going on here, Søren, I'll have to start by explaining about Jabir's and Ismat's older brother, Saif. He was adventurous, always looking for things he could do to proof himself a man. It was easy when he was just a little boy, it was only about climbing the highest trees and stuff like that. Maybe his mother and I failed in how we brought him up, always trying to make him more independent and readying him for life.
"Saif was a star. He was fully potty trained at the age of two, knew how to wipe and wash himself when he was three and would venture far from home before he was four. He excelled in school, was the best in his class and had everything going his way when suddenly the war broke out. He saw it as a great opportunity to become the man he wanted to be. He left our house in the middle of the night, only leaving behind a brief note telling us that he intended to join the rebellious army and fight against the oppressing system that kept us down.
"I don't know which side is right, both have their flaws and both have good things going for them too. I don't really care about all that now. Saif died during basic training when he accidently slipped trying to rappel down a high cliff. That's what we were told anyway and I don't know if I trust that to be the truth, but it doesn't matter how he died. He did. It made us pick up everything and move out here, far from where the war is going on and living life like we want to. We grow our own crops and the kids help us.
"Now, we're letting the kids be kids, sometimes it gets a bit out of hand, but whatever they feel up to doing we let them. As long as nobody gets seriously hurt, it's okay. Sure, the little pisser here can be a handful at times and needs a few taps on the bottom to get back on track, but we try to limit it. His morning ritual of wanting someone to drink his pee is one of the things we allow him to have. He'll most likely grow bored from it sooner or later, but until then we just let him."
It still sounded weird to me and I had no clue where I'd fit into all of this. Was I to be treated like one of the kids where my opinion mattered too or was I just to be used like a punching bag or a Guinea pig for whatever the two kids could think of as being fun? If it was the latter, I would rather put on the pink dress and continue my journey towards the mountains.
"Well, it will be a bit both, Søren. I know you're a kid too and you want to be treated exactly like Jabir and Ismat. In time you will, but at first, you'll find yourself at the very bottom of the hierarchy. Me and my wife, we won't ask anything of you that we wouldn't be asking of our own kids. So you won't have to do any more work than Ismat. You'll learn the same we teach them, be fed and dressed the same. But, if Jabir wants to pee in your mouth in the mornings, you'll let him.
"And if Ismat wants to use you for her sexual experiments, which by the way sounded like you quite enjoyed last night, then you'll let her. If there is something you absolutely hate doing that the kids wants you to do, you'll talk to me about it. Then I'll decide if it's okay for them to do it again or not," he told me.
"For how long?" I asked.
"For as long as you wish. If you commit yourself, we'll welcome you like a son. If not, we'll give you enough water and food to last you for a few days. We can't offer a lot, but what we can spare, you'll get. Why don't you spend a week with us and see what it's like before making up your mind? If you behave really well during the week, I'll take you to town in my pickup truck. Okay, I'm sure you've got a lot of thinking to do now."
He was right. I had a lot of information to digest and things to consider.
***
Since it was my first day there the parents chose to give all of us kids a day off from work. It gave me time to talk to Ismat about what life was like for her. I didn't deem Jabir a reliable source of information as he obviously held the reins most of the time and had a jolly good time. Fortunately he didn't want to use my mouth as a toilet again that day, I guess it was only in the mornings that he didn't care for walking to the bathroom to tinkle.
Neither was Ismat horny, at least not until after lunch so I had time to pump her for valuable information. Apparently sex wasn't only something the kids had together, also the parents were included, though it was only once or twice during a week they'd engage in an all on all kind of activity. I wondered what that would be like, if I was to be included as well, and if I'd be able to say no to for example the father wanting to put his giant of a cock in my bum.
"You don't gotta do it if you don't wanna," Jabir told me, "He won't do it to me, only to Ismat."
I shook my head when I heard the little tyke pout at his father not wanting to fuck him. I wondered if he knew just how painful something like that was, at least in the beginning. I could vividly remember the feeling of a large cock going deep inside my own bum.
"It feels good when someone puts a finger in," was all he said, then ran out the door.
"He actually likes that?" I asked Ismat.
"It's one of the things he likes the most. He might want you to put your spear in his bum. Dad won't mind that at all."
"Because mine is only little," I said flatly.
"It isn't as big as dad's. But it's big enough. I liked it when I rode you."
I sure liked it when you did that too.
I wasn't about to admit to her that I had liked it. A whole lot. I hoped she'd 'force' me to lie still and let her ride me again. But I wasn't sure if I could downright ask her if she wanted to. I was still trying to work out the rules. I knew the kids could do pretty much whatever the hell they wanted to as long as it wouldn't kill anyone. I was a kid too, but the lowest ranking.
"What about the work you do?" I changed the subject. Sex was what it was, working wasn't something I was used to and I wondered what that would be like.
"It isn't so bad. Dad usually does the really hard work and leaves raking and sowing and weeding to the rest of us."
"For how long do you have to do that? I mean per day."
"It depends. If we're sowing or harvesting, we do it almost all day long and eat most of the meals out there on the fields."
It made sense, even to an ignorant kid like me.
"What about school?" Another important thing for me. I hadn't particularly liked school, but it had been a way to spend time with my friends. During the recesses I mean.
"What about it?"
"How do you learn things out here?"
"Mum used to be a teacher. She teaches us the important things."
That seemed like a plus too. Though, I'd miss science classes. I hadn't exactly seen any microscopes or Bunsen burners sitting in the small house.
There's no computers either.
In fact, there wasn't even electricity in the house. There were no outlets and not one light fixture or lamp to be seen. At least not electric ones. There was an extension cord on the floor of the lounge, but what that was for wasn't obvious to me.
No electricity is a big drawback.
"Søren!" I heard Jabir yell out from the bathroom. I hadn't even seen or heard him return to the house.
Now what?
"Søren, I've finished!"
I looked at Ismat who just smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and got up from the bench where I had been sitting talking to Ismat. I knew what those words meant. Time for me to wipe a bum that wasn't mine. I'd done that for my little sister so, yes, I knew what it entailed.
***
And then again, maybe not. The way I had done it for my little sister was with her sitting as far to the front of the toilet leaning forwards as much as she could. That had made it fairly simply to reach down behind her and make sure the toilet paper covered every last bit of my hand before wiping from front to back. Then try to have the paper fall into the bowl without having to look at it. I just wiped her five times like that and I never heard any complaints from her or my mum.
However, in the small house I was now there were two major problems preventing me from doing the same with Jabir. First of all, there was no toilet for him to sit on, only the hole he was squatting over. That wasn't the biggest problem though, it was the severe and complete lack of a roll of toilet paper in the bathroom. I looked high and low and couldn't find the one thing I needed to wipe Jabir's bum.
"Where's the tissue?" I asked the boy sitting on his haunches.
"What tissue?" he asked.
Oh sweet God of Mercy.
"How do you normally wipe yourself?" I dared asking.
"I don't."
I had pooped the day before and hadn't been able to locate any tissue then either. I thought it was just someone having used the rest of the roll and carelessly hadn't replaced it with a new one. I had used my hand to wash myself back there, it hadn't really been a problem then since it was my own mess. And there hadn't been much to deal with as my poop had been one long sausage that left behind almost no mess.
Jabir's bum wasn't going to be that easy to take care of. The ton of fruits the boy ate had come out, well in many bits. Let's just say that. It took me several trips from the washbasin to the boy who sat so low I had to kneel next to him to reach. I managed not to look at what my fingers looked like after I had carefully slid them over his bum hole and the nearest parts of his buttocks but I couldn't shut off the nerves in my fingers. They let me know quite detailed what I was touching down there.
When there was hardly anything left between Jabir's small bum cheeks I lifted him over to the washbasin, cursing myself for not simply having done that from the start. I could've easily used one of my hands to funnel the running water in between his buttocks and let the cold water deal with what was there. Much like I was doing right then anyway. Just to make sure he was clean, I gently slipped my middle finger into his bum hole and circled it around a few times. I knew how badly a bum hole could itch if a bit of poop was left behind just inside the anus.
"I like the way you do it," Jabir said when he ran off again with his tunic back in place.
I'm sure you do. I can see you're trying to pitch a tent in your tunic.
I washed my hands a lot of times before dealing with the bits that hadn't made it into the hole in the floor. That was at least made simple with the sprayer from the bathtub. Unfortunately the hose wasn't long enough to reach someone sitting there, Jabir for instance, the spray only just made it to the floor around the hole.
"Messy?" Ismat asked when I returned to the kitchen where she sat.
"Very."
"Get used to it. He'll be wanting you to do it from now on."
I sighed.
Another drawback. But, my fingers are clean now, even under the nails. I can do this, I'll get used to it.
The big question was more if I wanted to.
***
Lunch was every bit as nice as it had been the day before. Again it was a reheated stew from the dinner last night, very spicy with extremely tender meat that didn't require much chewing as it seemingly melted inside my mouth. The sweet potatoes were a bit overcooked, but I only enjoyed mashing them with my fork as it enabled me to get more of the sauce along with the potatoes into my mouth.
Major bonus. If the food is always this great, I'll have a hard time deciding what to do.
The hot tea, served with lunch was also nice. It was rich in flavour, almost to the point of being sour, and had a ton of sugar in it. Not only did the caffeine give me a boost, so did the sugar. It was like drinking a hot version of Coke. Possible there was even more caffeine in it as I felt like I could bounce from wall to wall.
"Soren, would you help me after I went like Jabir?" Ismat asked.
"If you really, really want me to. But if you'd do it yourself, I'd be so much happier."
"Okay, that's fine. When I'm done, be prepared for some fun. Like last night."
Extremely major plus.
I smelled my breath, it wasn't extremely bad, but there was a distinct lack of toothbrushes and toothpaste in the house. If I was to stay here, I'd demand that everybody brushed their teeth at least once a day or so. There had to be a town or something nearby for things they couldn't produce themselves. Like the big propane gas cylinders had to filled somewhere. They stood about as high as myself and weighed about 100 lbs [45 kg]. I was lucky if I weighed 4/5 of that.
I decided to find out where the extension cord was coming from. It entered the kitchen via one of the windows and I had to go the front door and around the hose to find the end of it. I followed it to a small shed nearly 20 metres [65 feet] from the house. The shed was locked by a heavy padlock on the door. I found a knot hole in a board on the side and saw a quite large propane gas driven generator. It wasn't running but since it was so far away from the house I figured it had to be rather noisy when it did.
"Why do you have a generator? I haven't seen any electric devices in the house so far."
"It's for the winters. It gets cold and we use it for electric heaters. Those and the fireplace keeps it toasty warm here. Sometimes dad puts up chains of light too so we won't have to use the kerosene lamps. They stink up the place, oh we do have a TV too," Ismat told me.
***
Other than not having been taken to work, nor seen what school was like, it didn't seem like it would be such a bad life living with the family. Certainly I'd get my awakening need for sex covered. I'd be finger fucking a small six years old boy, possible fucking him with my worm too, and Ismat would surely demand to be fucked too. I wondered if the mum would be interested in me as well, and what she would be doing, now that it seemed at least the father was.
But, I needed more information about the outside world. I desperately needed to know if my family was safe and if they were waiting for me. If so, I had to get back to them as quickly as ever possible. The family I was with now would surely understand my needs.
I waited until after dinner then I asked the dad if I could talk to him privately.
"Did something happen while we were gone," he wanted to know as the two of us walked away from the house.
"No, uh, nothing I couldn't stomach anyway. No, I really need to find out about my own family. My father was stationed on the Ghraib Military base across the desert. It was attacked by the Liberal Army of something or the other, the rebellion and they pretty much wasted the place. Have you heard anything of anyone making it out of there alive?"
"I can't say I have. How long ago was it?"
"Uh, about six months. Though, it might be a little more or less, I'm not completely sure."
"I need to go into town tomorrow. I can try to ask around discreetly. Most are siding with the rebellions here as I'm sure you already know."
"From my experience with them, they're not very nice. Nobody who are on their side. They seem only wanting to kill the nation and then what? Live in anarchy?"
"Well, they're abusing the script. Reading it like the devil would. Twisting every little passage into something that'll make it not only alright, but in fact make it sound like it's all believers' duty to kill those against it. Or they can convert them to abide to the script and enslave those who won't."
I nodded at that. That sounded like something that had happened to me. At least the enslaving part. It made me wonder about that part, as living with this family seemed sort of like slavery to me as well.
"What do you think of the 'new' rules?" I asked.
"We're not believers, what we believe in is more about being caring and helping those less fortunate than us. But what happens in our house goes against a lot of that too."
I nodded deep in thought. I knew it was getting to the point where I'd have to make a decision to stay or leave.
I wish to stay. Jabir is okay even if he is pushy. But it's only until I get to be a proper member of the family. Then I can push him around myself. I'll show him what it is like having to drink pee right from the tap. And probably fuck him too. Hard, so he squeals from it. Maybe Ismat will be my girlfriend. That would be cool. Extremely cool!
But, if I received information regarding my family possibly being alive, I knew my rightful place would be right there with them. It was a terribly conflicting time for me.
I went to sleep that night next to Jabir with a spinning mind full of thoughts.
***
Waking up was much like the scenario from the previous morning, my middle was drenched in pee, though I had at least learnt my lesson and slept naked. Jabir sitting on my chest again meant either drinking his pee or be subjected to an early morning face wash. I opted for drinking his pee, it seemed like the least of the evils. He scampered off to wake his dad and we all ended up in the bathtub.
The father, Halim was his name, drove to the nearest town in his old pickup truck. It looked extremely beat up, almost as if it would completely disintegrate if he'd push just a bit too hard on the brake pedal. The engine started without hesitating however. He was gone for six hours, a time the rest of us spent being schooled. Latifah, Ismat's and Jabir's mum was a fairly good teacher and she wasn't mum when school was in session. Jabir learned it the hard way when she told him off.
He had wanted me to suck on his boy spear right there in the kitchen with his mum and sister present. I just shook my head at him and whispered I'd do it later, if he wanted, but not right then. He wasn't interested in later, no it had to be right then as his spear was stiff and wanted to be in my mouth. He was seriously pissed off when Latifah said I was right to deny it. He pouted for at least ten minutes before he got interested in learning again.
"You gotta suck on it right after lunch! And put your finger in my butt," he told me in a loud whisper everybody in the kitchen was able to hear when he had finished pouting.
"I will. But listen to your mum now, it's actually important what she's trying to teach us."
***
I had to remind Jabir of him wanting me to suck him when the time came. The attention span of the six year-old was quite short.
"Oh yeah, that's right. Do it now," he ordered me after my discreet reminder.
"What here?"
"Yes. Just sit on the floor."
I looked embarrassedly at Latifah and Ismat washing the tableware after the lunch. Both smiled encouragingly at me, not exactly the response I had hoped for. I parked my bum on the floor with legs spread out in front of me and back resting up against the bench I had been sitting on. Jabir just lifted up his tunic, positioned himself right in front of me and let his tunic fall back down. It hid my blushing face from the females and I was able to perform my duty without having to look at them.
"He's good. Better than you Ismat," I heard him say as I had my middle finger seesawing in and out of his moist bum hole and allowed him to move his spear freely in and out of my mouth.
"I want him to stay forever!" He continued.
"Jabir, that's up to Søren, not you. He's here for another five days and then he'll tell us what he has decided," Latifah explained. It wasn't the first time someone had to tell Jabir that this wasn't something he had any say in.
***
Halim returned with the groceries and two refilled propane cylinders. All of us helped him carry in the things from the bed of the pickup truck but he declined my offer of helping him with the heavy cylinders. If it wasn't because Ismat wanted me to help her, I would've been hovering over Halim while he ate waiting for hearing what news he had managed to pick up. My boy worm was about worn out when I returned to the house after Ismat dismissed me and I walked into the kitchen.
"Søren," he nodded at me, "sit please. The rest of you, leave."
Even Jabir did what his dad told him to without complaining, something new to me.
"I talked to three men today. Like you told me, there was an attack on that military base, not that I didn't believe you, but it is fully destroyed now. It's completely gone. If you were to go there today, you wouldn't be able to tell there once was a base at that location. That's what I heard."
I couldn't believe that. Surely there had to be something left from a place with about 2000 soldiers living there. You couldn't remove all signs even in six months time. But I couldn't care less about what had happened to the base itself. That wasn't why I had asked Halim for information.
"What about survivors?" I asked.
"Most were killed in the attack, Søren. From what I heard three helicopters came in and picked up people. On the way out, two of them were shot down."
"What kind of helicopters? Were they Wrolers?"
"I've no idea what a Wroler is."
"It's a bi-rotor transport helicopter with room for like 100 people. Far more if they're not strapped into seats."
"Sorry. I don't know what type of helicopters they were. I'm not even sure if what I was told is close to the truth. The news I heard has been through a lot of people and any of them might have altered it a bit before telling it to the next person. Maybe there were ten helicopters and maybe there weren't any at all."
If there ever had been a time where I wanted to access a computer and read the news that was it. But there were no computers, as technology was considered an insult to the 'God'. Even the generator Halim had hidden in the shed wasn't allowed! I don't know where that left his truck, but I guess whomever made the rules were a bit flexible.
***
I had drunk Jabir's morning offering of pee seven times and been forced to clean his little bum probably twice that when it was time to make up my mind about staying with the family or going into the great unknown trying to find my own family. The chances of ever finding them or even getting back to anywhere I'd recognize were slim at best. I was finding it ever more difficult to remember what they looked like.
If only I had a picture of them.
I had also been introduced to sex with the parents, which had been a quite enjoyable experience for me. They didn't do anything to me nor their kids that we didn't ask them to. I found it most difficult to express what I wanted and only gently explored their bodies when either of their kids weren't busy demanding them to do something for them. I looked at Halim carefully and slowly take Ismat from behind, his big spear pushing into her bum, something she seemed to enjoy a lot.
It almost made me ask for the same but I was too shy and quite afraid it would hurt. Jabir unknowingly came to my rescue when he told me to turn over so he could fuck my bum. That didn't hurt at all, though he wasn't exactly doing it carefully or slowly like his father. The little boy pumped so energetically into my bum that it made everybody else on the mattress bounce up and down in time with his thrusts.
***
I have to make up my mind now. What do I want? Stay here where it's nice and safe or try to move on and look for my family? I don't even know if they're still alive. I might be saying goodbye to the only people who truly won't hurt me. Either decision I make will make me sad. I know that.
Stay. You're happy where you are! You can always leave later.
Leave now. If you stay any longer it'll only make it much harder to leave.
[Or you can go back to the previous choice]
Please make a decision. Do not scroll beyond this point.
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