Chapter 1 - Discovery by the Stream

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The cold water flowing over their toes, the air on their bare skin, Milan and Silky can’t help but take in the world around them with joyful fervor. The stream, surrounded by woods in all directions and met with a rocky basin, is one of their favorite places in the world to spend their time. It’s the one place they can be together without their families making weird jokes that make them both blush and scoot away from each-other. It’s also the one place where no one’ll question them for getting naked and enjoying the fresh air on the parts of them that rarely get to breathe. Silky’s gotten very cute over the years, and Milan’d be an idiot if he didn’t pay very close attention to that body as it moves throughout the open air as nude as anyone can be. They’ve never really gotten why people are so against nudity, or why things have to be weird when they hang around each-other. It didn’t used to be that way, but over the years things have changed for seemingly no reason.

Nudity feels wonderful, and being together feels wonderful too. Why should getting older change the finer matters in life? His attention to Silky is so focused and strong, that he’s very surprised when she manages to sneak up behind him like some kind of cosmic stream ninja. “Got ya!” She wraps her arms around his waist, laughing at his yelp. He jumps in the air, clearly having zoned out and not happy to be caught off guard. That yelp turns into something much nicer when his sturdy and surprised meat touches her arms. “That was an odd sound.” She teases, a hand landing right on his most private place and feeling it in between her fingers. “Was it because of this?” She asks innocently, beautiful eyes drawing right into his and questioning him when she damn well already knows the answer.

His not so pained whimper is more than enough to draw her attention. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” She tilts her head in genuine confusion, her cheeks soft and a little round. She barely takes note of the way he stiffens in her grip. It’s not a stroke motion she automates, more of a fondling that makes him twitch in place and try to steady his footing from foot to foot on weak knees. “It’s really good, huh.”

“Yes but-it’s not fair!” He huffs. “You know you’re not supposed to touch there, now you have to let me touch you!”

Expecting a slap or push or puffy cheeks of indignation, he’s very surprised to see her comply with a bright smile that makes his heart stammer. She lets go of him, stepping through the stream around to his front. She places both hands on her naked hips, fingers digging into the whitest tan line ever. It’s such a graceful place, the milky flesh separating the darkened skin of her stomach from the darkened skin of her legs. She normally has panties even while out and about in the sun in her barest. It’s so pure, and plays around over her lower lips and doesn’t hesitate to dip deeper. Her chest has the same lines, a creamy area right over her breasts that he knows is because her father will let her run around topless in the fields but not without a bra. 

This is their one place they can be truly freed from dumb rules like that, and the rarity of that peace and solitude is shown greatly in the way their nudity. It’s also conveniently a marker for where adults think he shouldn’t touch, so he knows exactly where to touch. His hands land on those breasts, feeling their weight in his palms. Squeezing, rolling, rocking soft wonders around without a care in the world. “Oh!” He hears her voice peak, her pitch leaving her stunned. She looks so confused, out of it, like her world just shook and yet she’s here, a wavering constant in a sea of novelty. “Just like that, please.” She pants, earning a satisfied grin from him that keeps him going. Even as she loses footing and ends up on her knees, he lowers his hands and keeps them going, reversing his grip to cup her all the closer. Her being lower is nice for another reason, his penis is now near her face, and her hot breaths feel mighty fine on it. He presses it against her cheek, beginning to rub against the soft expanse while playing with her hard nipples and making her shiver. “It’s cold.” She complains.

“It’s a stream.” He snickers. “It’s always cold.”

“Yeah but it matters right now.” She grumbles, earning a strange look from him, even as he continues to push his prick through her hair. It’s so soft, it explains why her parents named her silky if this is how her hair alone feels on his greatest asset. Like a sea of gentle caresses, he finds he feels very strange and he wraps his length with it and gently humps. “I dunno why, just doesn’t feel right to be cold.”

“Then get out of the water.” He laughs, leaving her chest with his hands so he can grasp her shoulder with one and his dick with the other. Wrapping so much of her pretty red mane around it, holding his hand in place so his bucks work through them-”Something’s, haah, ooh!”

He finds something thick leaves him, something exhausting. He’s hit with exhilaration, the world’s loudest heartbeat - even stronger than that one time he found a bat in the attic and it attacked - and a lack of strength in his legs. He falls onto his bare ass, finding he’s still shooting something off that covers her stomach with gracious wonder. Her vibrant fiery hair is coated in white, milky cream that draws both of their attention like flame in the forest.

“Ew, you got my hair dirty.” She complains. Reaching up to feel it. “It’s warm though. My stomach’s warm too.” She reaches down and feels what he left, slathering it in a bit while she gets out of the water. “Thanks I guess.”

“Didn’t do it on purpose.” He breathes so hard, backing up onto the shore a little, to get their bodies out of the water for when they continue. She’s right, it does matter at the moment, it matters a lot, and he’s sure they’re continuing. “But you’re welcome.”

“You wanna do more?” She asks. “That felt nice.”

“Do you know how to do more?” He asks. “Because I don’t have a clue.”

“Well clearly it’s about rubbing, since you rubbed my cheek and hair and you um, felt good?” She asks, approaching softly, slowly, and kneeling in front of him to look at his engorged penis still covered in a little milky after-drip. She leans in, and oddly enough feels the need to give it a lick. 

“Oh wow!”

“You liked that?” She asks, tasting it, holding what she grabbed in her mouth. “So yeah, we need to rub it.”

“And you?” He asks, fighting back a wince at the fact that her tongue is not currently still wrapped around his length. Somehow, the lack of bliss is painful in its own right, his need aching powerfully for what she can clearly give it with just a whimsical flick of her tongue.

“Well maybe if you rub me too?” She climbs right onto him without a care in the world, ignoring his annoyed protest and mounting his chest like she’s done it a million times. To be fair, she has, they’ve wrestled their entire life and it’s only now that he wonders how in the actual hell they haven’t figured this out before. Rules, most likely, it’s always been against the rules for wrestling to include her breasts and they’ve been heavily restricted from going anywhere near each-other’s crotches. They never questioned those rules, just took them at face value, and now those rules serve to tell them exactly where they should be touching to feel amazing. 

It’s with a flirty wink that she pushes him into the dirt and begins to grind against his muscles with her lower lips. She rests her knees and legs under his arms, taking great excitement in using him like one might a toy. The years of wrestling, chores, and hard work have made his body strong in more than one way and that’s something she exploits heavily to give herself an edge. She rests her arms behind herself, on his stomach, and uses him as a platform like it's his natural purpose. “Yep, that feels, amazing! Hah!”

“Glad you like it.” He massages her legs with antsy fingers, watching her most precious area rub against his chest and leave a small yet noticeable trail of fluids. It’s like a glaze for him, she’s leaking and he finds that he’s not grossed out despite the fact that there’s no way that’s sanitary. “Not doing much for me, even if it is really cute.” He can’t help but notice how puffy and needy her swollen core is, pressing against him over and over. It is cute, it’s one of the cutest things he’s ever seen. If he wasn’t also pressed with desire he’d love to rest here and let her do this forever. There’s something magical about watching his best friend experience bliss from his body. He wants to create more of it, he craves more of it. He needs to be involved in a way this simply doesn’t allow.

“Shush, you just made my hair sticky, you can’t be that greedy.” She chides him while working her hips hard and bucking against him. “It’s so nice, hah, this is great!” She speeds up, grinding her lower lips over him again, and again, and even cooing at the way his fingers play with her sensitive legs. “You know everywhere feels good, kind of, if you touch it like that.”

“I’m getting that impression.” He admits with wonder, exploring her body like it’s a scientific piece in need of full discovery right here right now. His fingers tickle and tingle as they flow up her lithe form one press at a time. He takes a long moment at her stomach, rubbing it in a little more and admiring her heat in reaction to him. His inquiry moves up her sides, over her chest, and even reaches her cheeks where his fingers press in and play with her expression. She’s too busy breathing harder than he’s ever seen her, so intensely focused she doesn’t even notice his silly prodding.

“Here it is, haah!” It catches them both by surprise. A stream of fluids that fly from her insides and hit his chin directly, splashing the both of them and coating his face in hot fluid that makes him drop his head back in shock.

“Why are you peeing on meee!” He can’t help but groan, even as he gets all the harder and sturdier for the moment. It’s a wonder, because he’s pretty sure he’s never found pee hot but here he is. “Jeez!”

“Why’d, haah, you do it to me?” She laughs. “It’s not pee, it’s different. Look, yours was white.”

“Still pee.” He grunts. Looking away abashedly. “On my face.”

“Hey, yours was kinda on my face too!” She huffs, crossing her arms and glaring at him with puffy cheeks. “Besides, I didn’t expect it to be that much, what with what you shot.” She gently caresses his face a moment later, and all is forgiven. He can’t look up into those pretty green eyes, those freckled cheeks, or that happy pink smile and stay angry for even a second. “Mnn, oh, there’s an idea, what if we rubbed both our places at once?”

“Like, cooperatively?” He asks.

“No, like…” She glides down his chest in one movement, straddling his legs and placing both legs beside his. She looks so much more powerful like this, he can’t help but gulp. “This.” She wastes only one moment lining him up with her puffy pink, before she begins to grind his against hers.

He sees white. Just feeling it against him is enough to make him sure this is where it’s supposed to go. Like a key to a lock, he’s found an answer to a puzzle he wasn’t aware he had unboxed. “Oh, fuck!” This’d be enough on its own, but she keeps going. She rolls her hips, rocks up and down his length and takes great pleasure in the way he can’t handle it.

“See, just like, oh god!” It’s a buck neither of them expected that parts her lower lips and splits her with his dick. The world loses all meaning, time itself is stopped, all that exists is the two of them and what they’re doing right now. She falls instantly, unable to control her own hips, meeting him in the middle in a way no two naive friends ever should. He’s hilted deep, his balls slapping against her ass and causing both of them to quiver and shake.

It’s a lot, it’s too much, it doesn’t even make a lot of sense. Neither of them move, stunned and forgotten by their own minds. It’s like someone woke them up with a gong but the gong was deep inside of them and expressed itself as an under the skin fire that devoured them before they ever had a chance to open their eyes. Which doesn’t make a ton of sense but that’s kind of where they both are, shocked, awed, confused, and pretty sure the universe is purple.

Some things simply aren’t meant to be discovered.
Others, should never be left in the dark. This is one of those times, Milan and Silky will never understand why they haven’t been doing this for years.

“What…” He gasps, looking deep into her frozen gaze and beginning to shift his hips just a little. It’s effective, shocking her right out of her drooling stupor. “The heck, just happened.”

“I think I just woke up.” She says. “While being awake.” Experimental shifts and humps spring both of them to attention. Her nipples harder to the air than they’ve ever been, her entire body feels more alive than it did just a few moments ago. It’s not just their connection, everywhere feels amazing. Just being in place with him, the odd little movements characteristic of confused coupling, they’re enough to make the very air feel more shockingly exhilarating. “How about you?”

“I just know I need to keep doing this.” He says, just as his arms reach up, wrap around her back. He pulls her so close their chests connect. He sucks on her bottom lip, something they’d never even thought of before. Sure others kissed, but that wasn’t them, that was never them. It should never have been them, and yet, as they connect and their hips start to rapidly plunge, dip and circle, she can’t help but feel like it should have always been them every single time. Watching the casual intimacy of others always grossed them out, now they’re pretty sure it’ll fill them with jealousy that they won’t get another chance to meet like this until they can sneak off to the stream unnoticed. If anyone knew, they’d probably ban them from seeing each-other again, whatever this wonderful thing is, it’s something everyone wants to keep them from. The world is unfair, but the way their hips connect over and over brings a spark in the darkness.

“Haah, oh, I, I think it’s happening again.” He admits, squeezing her so tightly, each powerful thrust rapidly slapping his balls against her bouncy underside.

“Me too! Let’s, mm, do it together!” She eggs him on, moving faster, harder, and showing great intimate care. Their shared ecstasy overwhelms them both, even while their brains try to process the hidden meanings behind it all. Why restrict this, why get in the way?

It’s not often your insides clamp around someone you’ve cared about for a long time. It’s not often you hug someone in a new way, waver over them, flow like a river and drown their most private place in enough fluids that you can barely feel the potent heat flowing into you.

She can feel it though, she can feel everything as what’s cooling in her hair is shot off again. She can feel it as it fills her insides deep and spreads throughout her core, filling her with life and shattering the darkness entirely with what can only be the brightest lantern. She can feel it plunge deeper, somewhere untouchable, and makes itself known. She finds she’s a little jealous of him. He gets to leave a piece of himself deep inside her, but she only has this kiss to prove how much this moment means to her.

So she makes sure he’s aware of just how much they’ve lit up the world by diving her tongue so deep into his throat he has to acknowledge her aggression. She’s not sure if it’s love, but right now she doesn’t care. His heat is deep within her, and she needs hers to be deep inside him.