Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 143: What’s That In His Skirt?

The other sister smiled, giving a short yank with her arm, "We don’t need to talk to understand each other."

Without a mont to detangle, she was dragging to the treehouse, her hand reassuring but firm. She was very graceful and practiced in her walk. "Understand it like that," she called down, her voice strong. "Step here... take hold of this branch... drag your body up..."

I acted the sa way as her, which was the sa way she had done to .

Without waiting for a response, she had already gone on top of , her nightie flying up as she reached for the next hold. I took a quick look at her and I could see that she was not wearing any clothes.

Everything was quite dark and colors were changing a bit, but I could still see the outline of her pussylips, the subtle curvature of her thighs. I almost missed breathing. Was she aware that I was staring at her? Not likely. She probably saw as one of those wild, untad guys who were lost and copying her gait like a willing student.

Mary’s sister grinned down at , her eyes twinkling with delight. "Yo, Mary! Look at that! He’s catching on! He’s clever!" She sounded ward, almost proud, like she’d just given a new lesson to a puppy.

Mary, with an eye full of doubt, followed her tone, "Sister, you’re seeing it that way only because you want him to be under your control like so pet. Don’t take it too far." A note of warning mixed with an ingredient of curiosity, and maybe an amused trace, could be felt in her voice.

Rather than giving an answer, her sister only laughed softly; then, as if I were a small boy, she passed her fingers through my hair. "Oh, co on," she said.

She got a little nearer, and the feeling of her warm breath on my ear made shiver. "He is so cute.. just like a small child..?" She bead, but she looked serious - as serious as a play.

Mary’s gaze t mine directly, and her face gave no clues about what she thought. Breathe in, "I’m watching you," she said very quietly but firmly. Nevertheless, she was not giving a threat; instead, she was making a promise.

I felt a thrill run through as I returned her gaze. Yeah, this was going to be a blast.

By looking on the one hand at the treehouse and on the other at the pictures that were hanging on the walls (maybe family photos?), I didn’t recognize anyone from the pictures, but at the sa ti, they were frad in a way that showed these two were either sentintal or at least not completely cut off from their past.

There was a mattress on the floor that seed both wrinkled and as if it had been used a lot, which to was a sign of at least so nights under the stars or so lazy mornings with tangled sheets.

Mary, seeing my expression as I looked at the things in the treehouse, laughed and said, "He must be so confused to see all these weird things at once."

Her sister gulped so water from a bottle, then she flipped it over and held it up for . "Drink...," she said, but didn’t give it to . Instead, she ca closer, and her body was almost touching mine. She said, "Put your mouth here... aaaa...," gently tilting the bottle.

Not really knowing what to do, I complied. She slowly and not all the way, poured the water into my mouth. I paused for a mont before showing that I didn’t know how to do it, so the water ran down my chin. I demonstrated my large surprise at this strange sensation.

Mary was not amused. "He is a fool. Shut your mouth."

Her sister just shook her head and sighed, "I must be patient while I teach him..." She spoke with a tone of patience, as if she were talking to a kid or with a fascinating experint.

Mary brought the bottle over, drank a lot from it, and then demonstrated it to . "This is the way," she started and swallowed the liquid very dramatically.

"Do you understand?"

I enjoyed imnsely the way they treated —as if I were their object of curiosity and their project—this little ga was intoxicating to , and I was playing it really well.

This ti, when Mary’s sister poured water in my mouth, I swallowed it properly, making a small satisfied "ahh" for effect.

Mary’s sister brought her hands together, and her laugh, like wind chis in a gentle wind, filled the treehouse. "It’s learned by him! I’m such a good teacher!" With her enthusiasm, she bead at , her eyes brightening as she softened her stare and leaned towards .

She then pointed to herself and, slow and clear, said, "I am Veronica..." After that, she pointed at Mary and said, "And she is Mary."

It was then that I realized her na was Veronica...

She leaned closer and, silently drawing an imaginary line in the air with her finger, she explained it to , "Call ... Ve... Ve... Ro...Ni..ca..." She spoke each syllable distinctly, watching closely.

I behaved like a timid and wide-eyed savage, throwing a nervous smile at her and swallowing hard. Copying her, my voice shaking as I said, "V... Ve... Ro... Nica..."

Veronica was overjoyed. Next, she pointed at Mary, supporting , "M... A... Mary."

To be sure, I looked at Mary, pointing with my finger at her and saying, "M... A... Aaary."

Once again, Veronica applauded, her delight sincere. "Very good! Look, Mary! He’s so smart!"

Mary crossed her arms, smiling at a little. "Yeah... he is not that terrible." Her voice was a bit skeptical, but the warmth in her eyes was unmistakable. She was beginning to recognize as more than just a lost one from the wilderness.

I did not show it on my face and kept my expression inscrutable, feigned innocence with my eyes wide open, but in my head, I was already spinning with the exhilaration of what the future might hold. This was rely the kickoff.

A mattress was laid out to its full extent by Veronica, and as her figure sank into the comfortable material, she patted the area beside her, her fingers curling in a silent invitation. The move was unmistakable - lying down.

Mary’s surprise shock could be heard in her words. "Sister, is it that you are really going to sleep with him?"

Veronica’s face turned so red all the way down to her neck and she was so embarrassed that she couldn’t speak properly. "Who said anything about sleeping with him? I want to find out if he is able to read our signs!"

She shot a look at Mary, but it was more a glare of the type that an actor uses when playing a child who looks at life in a new way and pretends to be the only one to understand it.

After a little while, I went over to her and gently dropped next to her on the bed. Her scent was like that of the sun on skin with a little flower mixed in.

My body imdiately and excessively responded - my hard-on throbbed against the spur-of-the-mont rugged fabric of my leaf skirt. Anyone would be able to tell; as the fabric moved, the shape was there for you to see.

Veronica gasped for air, her eyes darted down for a brief mont before they went back to mine. What was between us was electric, dangerous, and she got it - this was going to be much more fascinating than what I had thought.