Sophie's fears were exaggerated. Ochora met them at the threshold of a large hut, which seemed to be a two-story one. But the house was covered by a giant boulder, the crevices of which were used for living. Because the inside was cool. The leader turned out to be a broad high peasant, about which they say “two by two”, he did not smell like a formidable power. Mother Lbutu was also friendly. Shamelessly distorting the words, Ohora explained that they should move around the village only together, and Henry should guard the honor of his sister. Especially while meeting with the other candidates for the fathers. Jessica and Lbutu became friends, chatter with the help of signs and a few words became a fun center of attention. But Ochora with a gesture asked his daughter to give him a seat and sat on a bench next to Jessica. His bare thigh touched the thigh of the girl in the place where the short tunic had slightly raised. It was hardly a gesture of courting, but Jessica started and looked carefully at the leader with dark eyes.

And Lbutu went up to Henry sitting on a high chair, clamped his knee between his legs and began to rub the pubis like a cat. The parents of the princess pretended not to notice anything. Then Henry leaned forward to face Lbutu's chest and hugged the girl by the waist. Sensing the strength of his palms, the princess trembled, said something to her mother, and with a laugh broke from Henry's embrace. Mother and daughter left the room.

- Good hands, - translated Ohora, - Affectionate.

And Henry realized that the test passed. Jessica stood up, but the leader held her hand. "The Messenger of the Moon" complied. The leader pulled her so that the girl was at the leader sitting on the bench between his legs, and deftly launched his hands under the hem. Jessica gasped, but the leader caught the girl’s chest with both hands and began to caress them.

Henry did not see his face, Ohora buried his nose between his sister’s shoulder blades and enjoyed it. Jessica met Henry's eyes with a puzzled look. Tunic rode up, revealing pussy. The girl kept her legs chaste together, but inside her such a fire raged that even her brother could feel it. Henry did not know what to do. The leader caressed Jessica, both enjoyed. What is he mumbling about the honor of his sister? Jessica managed to turn around, and future lovers blended her lips in a kiss. The young man finally felt like a third person and got up to leave.

At this point, in the jamb delicately knocked. Ohora got up, adjusted the heavy metal badge on the front of the reed kilt so that the erection was no longer visible, and pushed back the curtain. He said something, went out, then returned, beckoned the whites behind him.

At the entrance outside, a man was waiting for them, wrapped in a dark mantle with no decorations.
“Nsella wants to see you,” Ochora indicated to the messenger with a gesture.

**

Surrounded by four warriors, brother and sister, holding hands, entered the Temple of the Four Elements. Eight ministers stood along the walls, dressed as modestly as a conductor. Henry examined the wall paintings, except for fire, water and wind, the fourth element for some reason marked the Sun, which prevailed among the ingenuous drawings of the aborigines. Reformation? Henry shrugged. At the altar the priest met them. The first masked man they saw. "The messengers of the Goddess of Fertility" bowed politely to him, Nsela nodded and pointed out to the altar. Bypassing the priest, Henry found himself between him and Jessica and briefly threw:

- Gonorrhea.

The priest started, lagged a couple of steps away, and when he entered the room behind the altar, similar to the Temple of the Moon, he took off his mask, under which was the gray head of a mature man. Nsela wanted to say something indignantly, but Henry was ahead of him:

- You gave yourself - you understand our language.

The priest relented and smiled.

- Let's still comply with the formalities.

Jessica's face turned pink.

- Are you a European?

- Not. You see, I'm not white. My father, Henry, was your predecessor. The messenger of the gods. Are you hungry?

- No thanks. And the language?

Nsela over his head pulled off the ceremonial dress, which turned out to be a single ensemble, and completely naked settled in a chair opposite. It was a stocky native without a tattoo. He did not shave his head, and his whole body was covered with a bunch of gray hair. Fat member rested surrounded by gray pubis and shaggy testes.

The priest told how his father returned to the arms with an ethnographic expedition, took the boy, gave him to school, and how the future priest returned home, unable to find himself in the world of whites.

- We can count on your help? - asked Henry when Nsel finished the story.

- What for? - the priest nodded his head to Jessica.

The girl did not hear their conversation; she could not take her eyes off the stupid eyes from the member of the native. Nsela spread her hips, a member rolled over on the testicles, Jessica licked her lips.

“Mademoiselle, I think you are ready to speed up our acquaintance.” And your brother will not mind.

- BUT? - The question brought the girl out of stupor.
Henry raised an eyebrow.

- Ochora something mixed into her food?

- I do not think. You are to blame, arrange an orgy on the sight of an innocent girl.

Jessica was already sitting at the feet of the priest and eagerly examined the brown dick close.

“Be bold,” Nsela ordered.

The sister knelt, sent a member in his mouth and looked into the eyes of a man from the bottom up. Appealing. Nsela made sure that Henry, too, saw the plea in Jessica's eyes, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Jessica started sucking. Henry watched and watched. His own member was not going to keep taboos incest and strove to break jeans. It was strange to see the thin, almost transparent fingers of a white girl holding a powerful brown trunk. Gentle pink lips ... Henry recognized the mouth movements that Jessica spied on Lbuthu, Sophie, Vfuku. Brother kept himself in hand.

Nsela waited until Jessica swallowed everything, and only then said:

- Good girl, for her defloration is worth fighting. Kanlang will help us!

**

The hut of the main fisherman and the best hunter named Kdila was located outside the village, near the ocean, where canoes were dried on the shore. He was a short, thin man whose muscular, dried body was richly painted with tattoos and scars. Of his clothes was only a loincloth. Henry decided that the fisherman was trying to seduce Jessica immediately with such a naive demonstration. The native bowed, in his hands he held an earthen jar, which now did not know what to do. And the sister was delighted with the water and, ignoring the officialdom, ran to the sea. The men followed the flickering of her light calves and sedately descended after her.

Jessica was wearing the same tunic as the morning. She soaked her feet and shouted something enthusiastic and incomprehensible to the sun. Slightly leaned to consider something in the water. The sun enlightened the skirt of a tunic through, denoting the lumen of thin girlish legs. Henry was ready to swear that the fold, where the hips go into the buttocks, is also visible through the fabric. Does she do it intentionally?

Jessica decided to touch the water with her hand, but she did not crouch, as others would have done, but leaned over. Her hem lifted, her hips were exposed completely, flashed and the cherished fold disappeared. Rybak groaned.

“My sister is a lustful bitch,” Henry said out loud, and made sure the native understood him. Well, he's a fisherman, he happens in the city.

Jessica, making sure that the water is warm (it is in the tropics then!) Ran away and dived. As it was - in a tunic. Having floated, - all this time men silently admired her, the girl went to the coast. The wet tunic became transparent, so the nipples, flat stomach and triangle below pubis became visible. Tunic there by the way stuck. The fisherman was no longer able to moan, just swallowed noisily.

- There ... Water ...- He pointed to a barrel attached above a reed shower.

Jessica defiantly smiled at him and went there. Kdila finally broke up with the jug, just threw his entrance to the hut, and rushed after him. White girl noticed his curiosity ...