Author: thatgirliguess

She whimpered with each hump, chasing the fluttering rise of pleasure in her stomach. [Chapter: 2]

*Kinks: primitive tribal society, urination/squirting, pheromones, lesbian sex, incest.*

This is the second chapter in a series I’m writing titled, *Primal Memories*. You can read this chapter on it’s own for the naughty bits (Part III), or you can start with *Chapter: 1* [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tc3vru/autumn_finds_her_sister_being_mounted_in_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

**Primal Memories: Chapter 2**

**Part I**

Autumn pushed through the mammoth hide and stepped into the Elder House. “Mamá,” she called. Mamá looked up from her sage work.

*Rose is at home now, she needs you,* Autumn signed. Mamá stood from her stone table and crossed the hall to the entrance. She and Autumn set off for house Moon.

*Is Rose okay?* Mamá signed. Autumn looked up from her mother’s hands. She shook her head with a worried brow. Her face became hot as she signed, *Rose and Flint tried to mate.* Mamá’s eyes grew wide.

*Did they?* Mamá asked, cupping her fingers to emphasize the question.

*They-* Autumn began, *well, they…did not fully mate. They didn’t mate because she couldn’t… wet him.* Autumn felt too embarrassed to sign the word *squirt* to her mother. Mamá understood what the alternative gesture meant though. Read more »

Autumn finds her sister being mounted in the woods. [Chapter: 1]

*Kinks: primitive tribal society, voyeurism, masturbation, mating, pheromones, squirting/urination, slow burn.*

**Chapter 1: Part I**

“Autumn, bring me the chisel,” said Papá patiently. Autumn tucked a curly brown lock behind her ear and strode over to the tool roll on the rock. She plucked the chisel from among the collection, then stepped back to her father’s project.

Autumn held out the chisel for her father, though her eyes were focused on the smooth log between them.

“What will the hole be for?” she asked. Papá smiled at his daughter’s perceptiveness. “We will create smaller beams that run inside. Those beams will hold the soil and plants.” Autumn nodded slowly, her forefinger and thumb rubbing her bottom lip.

She walked back to the rock and grabbed the stone adze from the leather roll. Then she knelt over one of the smaller beams laying to the side. “Do you want me to start carving space for the soil?” she asked.

But before Papá could answer, Oakley appeared from the edge of the village. His charcoal black hair tightly wound in curls.

“Autumn, your mother has been looking for you,” Oakley said with a raised brow. Autumn looked him over smugly, “Well, what does she want?” Read more »