“Twinny, I’m sorry, I’ll have to call you later, OK?” Eron said, suddenly conscious of a known smell approaching him from behind. “Everything alright?” she asked worriedly, as it was her usual habit to make sure her twin was fine. Especially now that he had decided to stay away from his childhood home... “Yes. I’ll get back to you soon, I promise.” “You better,” she said with a smile, finally dropping the call. Eron listened carefully to the crackling of the leaves, getting lost once more in the scent that was now an immediate trigger to the memories of what he saw at the pool. How her wet, long, black hair fell on her body half-covering her back and full breasts, making him want to move it aside and have a taste of the luscious body that, after a first look, he now craved like water in the desert. He felt his dick getting hard once again and tried to control himself before she was too close to notice. “Come on, Eron! Really?” he told himself, now blushing. Who could have thou

Eron was about to go back to his tent when he heard that the door was opening, and children’s voices were heard from inside. “Di!!!” said Katya, the youngest of the three, just nine years old, small, jumping and waving her black, straight hair up and down with each bounce. “Diwa,” Erica, the oldest, fifteen, said worriedly, looking at how pale their caretaker was. “Please, let her come in, guys, I think she’s not ok.” “Yes, Di, you look very pale. Come on, Katya, let’s move aside for a moment,” Macky, the one in the middle, twelve years old, tall, and a well-educated gentleman asked his little sister and then with his older sister helped Diwana get inside the house to the kitchen. They took her to one of the high chairs that surrounded the kitchen bar, and then young Katya, who walked behind them, went ahead, taking one of the glasses and filling it up with cold water from the filter. “Please drink this, Di,” she said with her soft, still-childlike voice. “Thank you, dear,” Diwan

“Argh, pain! How is this possible?!” Eron started his morning complaining. The alarm went off near his ear, and it suddenly brought him back to his forest campsite, where his whole body was aching. As soon as he moved into his tent to turn to his side, the pain became even more evident. “How great would it be to get a massage,” he thought, lazily closing his eyes again, stuck between sleepiness and pain, thinking of just resting one more minute before getting up and starting the day, then his mind would betray him once again with the need to shut down or blank out. “Would you like me to massage you, Eron?” “Di… Miss Diwana, when did you get here? What are you doing in my tent?” “I never left,” she said in a whisper, looking seductively at the naked, tanned, handsome man by her side. “You don’t remember?” His thoughts: “I wish I did… Maybe it’s because of THAT that my body is hurting. I’d be happy if that was the case… but then, what Did I do to her to be so sore myself?” Eron st

“Oh no, I’m going to be late! Why didn’t I wake up with the alarm?” Of course, she knew why. The question was really more of a frustrated statement than an actual query, especially since the answer was already part of the dream, she just had… Di dreamed of him. And she’s feeling a lot of embarrassment about it. Even more so since she liked the dream. Extremely liked it… So, as she continued to rush about prepping for her cooking time at four in the morning while the whole house was still asleep, she allowed herself a few moments to remember her dream. And she felt her face flush even more at the memory… +++ The widow found herself outside the house, somewhere in the forest that seemed unfamiliar to her. That should have given her a clue that she was just dreaming. But then, everything felt so real. The smells… the coldness… the sounds… the full moon’s glow illuminating everything, even allowing her to see the muted colors of the trees and bushes in the darkness… All of it was

"Nah… My father wanted me to be something I can never be," Eron said as he placed Di's things inside his tent for safekeeping. "My brother was pushed to be perfect, and the only one that really cared for me, I had to leave behind…" “I see… was… uh… was it a lady? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, of course,” she said, feeling her cheeks turning a bit red as she rushed through her last words... Her thoughts: "Why do I care if this person is a woman or not? A man like him was probably surrounded by girls all the time! Diwana… What are you thinking now? He’s nicer than what you’re used to and now you’re thinking more than you should dare to. Remember your place… and also… remember your curse…" She was almost lost in her thoughts, getting sad again, when his words surprised her. “Oh, yes. Indeed, she is a woman. My brother’s wife… everybody saw us more brother and sister than they would see my brother and I as siblings. We’re so close that we call each other twins… Well, I