The woman's fingers traced the trunk of the tree as she reached the base of the tree, then found the ladder that was cut right into the wood. Each step was smooth, worn from use, leading up to where the tree house was hiding in the darkness.
She was ascending, her nightgown riding up with every shift of her weight, the material tracing the gentle curves of her back, exposing to me for just one more time a part of her thighs.
My cock pulsed painfully as I fantasized vividly what it would be like to be behind her, my hands on her hips, and to be pressing her up with a kiss on the back of her neck.
I watched as her body swayed up to the very top of the tree house, and I was mesmerized.
I reclined against the tree, and the pulse in my ears could still be felt. My fingers were rapidly pressing the Magical Tool, turning it into a small mouse-like mechanical spy with a remote with a screen.
It was a thin, silent body that could transmit video and audio through the airwaves remotely. I permitted the spy to go up the ladder, claws gripping wooden steps, disappearing into the treehouse.
A little flicker arrived on my device, and I held my breath.
The mechanical mouse located a shadowy area of the treehouse, and the camera was aimed at the two women. The audio was a little crackling, but I could get every word.
I turned up the volume, and I was forced to take quick breaths, my body tightening with both desire and inquisitiveness. The suspense permeated the air, and the silhouettes of the battery-powered lanterns were trembling over the depth of their expressions.
The screen on my device flickered to life, and I held my breath.
Two women.
The first was her—the woman in the satin silk nightie, who just took a piss, her skin still glistening faintly from the night air, her hair tousled from the climb.
The second woman was dressed in a shorts-and-top combo, the fabric clinging to her curves, her navel exposed, her posture tense. They were both in their thirties, their faces sharp with worry, their voices low but clear.
The woman in the shorts spoke first, her voice tight with concern. "Sister... where did you go? You know it's not safe here. We don't know the dangers of this world."
The woman in silk sighed, waving a hand dismissively. "Mary, don't worry. I just went to take a piss."
Mary's frown deepened. "Sister, you can't go anywhere alone. It's not safe. You should wake me up before going anywhere."
The silk-clad woman rolled her eyes, but there was affection in her voice. "Okay, okay, Mary... sometimes, you make me forget that I'm your elder sister."
Mary chuckled, but it was a hollow sound. "Sister, I'm just worried. What if those people come chasing after us? They might still be looking for us."
The older sister shook her head. "I don't think they'll waste their time looking for us. Remember, Mary—we're not criminals."
Mary's expression darkened. "But we still got here illegally. We weren't on the list of people being sent here. And once we reached, we stole their car and supplies and ran away. We don't know that they aren't looking for us."
The older sister's expression darkened for a moment, but she forced a small, reassuring smile. "Mary, listen to yourself. You're the one who said this place was perfect. A cliff, surrounded by forest—no trails. Even drones won't be able to locate us in such a dense forest, and even if they wanted to find us, they'd never make it through that wilderness."
Mary's jaw tightened. "Sister, we are not alone here, remember, did you forget about those savages.. living down the cliff.. they might capture us or eat us alive."
The woman in silk reached out and held Mary's wrists gently. "That's not gonna happen. We have the weapons. We have the supplies. And we have each other." Her voice became softer, barely a whisper, "I'm not letting anything happen to you. Not again."
Mary's breath hitched, her shoulders slumping slightly. "I just... I can't lose you, too, okay? You're all I have left after Mom and Dad."
Her older sister softened, reaching out to squeeze Mary's hand. "Okay... okay, I'll listen to you. We'll go together next time, all right?"
A playful smirk tugged at her lips. "But tell me—are you worried about me, or do you just want to watch your big sister embarrass herself? Pissing herself?"
Mary's face burned crimson. "Sister!"
The older sister chuckled, nudging her gently. "Relax, I'm just kidding."
Neither one of them was able to speak. The hush between them was still present, and it was as if it was filled with grief and words left unspoken. After some time, it was the elder sister who, with a quiet but firm voice, put an end to the silence.
The older sister felt Mary's face with her hands, making her look at her. "We'll get through this. Together. Like always," she said.
Mary could only give her sister a weak and broken smile. "Together," he replied.
The older sister went on with the intimate gesture and put their foreheads together. "Now get some sleep. Tomorrow, we start planning our next move," she said without waiting for her answer.
Mary nodded before walking away, but her words were so quiet only she could hear them. "What is our next move?" he asked.
The older sister didn't respond immediately. Instead, she turned and looked at the window, squinting as if she could see through the night, though the trees, beyond whatever it was. "Survival," she said eventually. "For now, that is enough."
Mary did not insist. She took the initiative, faced the wall, lying down on the temporary bed, and simply nodded. After a while, the older sister turned off the lanterns, throwing the tree house into near-darkness.
I was there with my body tense, my cock still throbbing with a mix of pleasure and something darker - possessiveness. These women were survivors. Fighters. And they were mine to watch.
For now.
But I wanted more.
I wanted to know everything. Their names. Their past. The secrets they carried. And most of all - I wanted to know what it would take to make them mine.
I controlled the mouse, brought it back to me, and transformed the magical tool into night vision glasses so I could see clearly in the dark.
"How in the world were Mary and her sister able to climb this cliff?"
The idea kept troubling me. They had talked about a car before. It could only imply that the other side of this cliff was not the very steep. It had to be less steep, at best, and a slope. The kind that you can go up with a car if you are cautious, or if your car is made for that.
I checked out the treehouse next. It was really amazing. The construction was heavily fortified, and it was loaded with what looked like provisions and tools, which could be stuff that had been gathered for months.
There was no chance that they carried all that on their backs. They must have brought it here by car. My instincts did not fail me.
I searched around, pushed away branches and other plants until my fingers touched something cold and smooth—metal. Here it was, their car, hidden under a branch with a haphazard cover of leaves and broken twigs.
It was simple but nearly futuristic, its body covered with solar panels that were shining even a little in the dim light. So they don't need fuel after all. But what was more striking to me—or rather, what wasn't—was the lack of a steering wheel. A clean dashboard with only a few undisclosed buttons was visible.
The realization came to me then. 2050. That was their time. Naturally, their tech will be advanced. Perhaps it is remote-controlled or completely autonomous. The type of car that is driverless and only needs a location to go to.
Slowly, I put the branches back, covering the car. I was thinking about Mary's sister, sitting in the bushes not long ago, her nightie creeping up—so annoying. I got rock hard, and the pain was almost unbearable, and I didn't pay attention, and accidentally, my hand touched the car.
Then, a sound.
An electronic beep sliced through the silence like a knife. The car's lights bloomed on and spilled out jagged, long shadows across the ground. "Shit," I whispered, my heart racing.
Instantly, the entire treehouse was bathed with light if it were on the top of a hill, and I was blasted with light from the night vision at the same time. Frantically, I stuffed the night vision glasses back into the system storage.
A voice came from above, shaky but clear, "Who -- who's there?"
Mary.
I was temporarily dazzled by a torchlight that suddenly swept down from above. I used my hand to block the light and peered up at the two heads that I could vaguely make out in front of the glare. The brightness seemed to be reaching out to touch me with its harsh, flickering rays.
"Sister, look—it really is a savage!" Mary sounded very scared. The torchlight stopped for a moment, allowing a close look at me. "He's not with anyone... he must have come here by mistake. Seen our car."
I remained motionless. Savage. Exactly. My costume might have made things worse—I was wearing clothes as if I had come out of the Stone Age.
But if I started talking, if even one sentence in English escaped my lips, they would find out. They would figure that I was from the future, same as them. And where would be the fun in that?
I attempted to say something, a bunch of gibberish with a hoarse and needy voice: "Awa... Hulla... Jajka... Auujjaa... Olla... OLlla!"
"See that? Heh-heh... what's going on with him?" Mary's sister laughed and spoke in a tone filled with amusement. "Look at him! He could be scared to death. Maybe he is thinking of us as gods or something."
I smirked internally. Gods, huh? However, I didn't let that get to me; instead, I performed the act, got down on my knees, and with my hands flat on the floor, and my forehead touching it, I groaned "Olla... Ulla... Jakka... Jakka... Hulla... Ullulluu..." shaking my voice nervously.
"Looks like he is worshipping us!" Mary's sister said with a very pleased voice.
Mary and her sister climbed down from the tree house using the ladder.
The torchlight was not hitting my eyes directly, so I could see their faces quite well. It looked like Mary and her sister were still in the same beautiful satin nighty which the fabric seemed to embrace their perfect figure, and their nipples were barely visible.
She looked like a model from a fashion magazine —sharp cheekbones, full lips, the kind of beauty that makes you want to breathe deeply.
Mary was not too far away, her less decent top just as revealing, her brown nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. I assumed that neither of them had bothered with bras. They would not think of such things, would they? They lived in their house alone, no one to answer to.
Mary's voice was sharp. "Sister, he's a pervert. He's staring at our bodies!"
Her sister waved a hand dismissively. "You idiot. He's not looking at our bodies—he's looking at our clothes. He's probably never seen fabric like this before."
I bit back a laugh. If only she knew.
Mary wasn't convinced. "We can't let him leave. What if he brings his people here? What if they try to harm us?"
Her sister came over, carrying her weight on her bare foot and treading quietly on the moist ground.
She extended her hand with the fingers grazing my arm, then took hold of my hand. "Seriously, he doesn't seem as if he'd be a threat," she uttered with a gentle and sober tone. "Look at him. No chest hair, his beard is barely there. He's a boy—eighteen, maybe twenty."
Mary laughed. "But that doesn't change the fact. We are not allowed to take the risk."
I was completely disgusted with the torchlight that kept flashing in my eyes like hiccups when the sister, without my consent, seized my arm and pulled me up as if she was making me stand. I pretended to be weak, hanging my eyes in fake wonder.
The torch's flickering sucked sides of light and shade on her face. She was really stunning. And she gave me a weird look as if I were some kind of mystery.
"What if we kept him here?" she uttered while her thumb was making slow circles on the back of my hand. "Maybe we could learn from him the skill of hunting and surviving. I'm tired of eating fish every single day, and the stream is so far away... "
Mary responded with a sharp tone, "And in what way? We don't even speak the same language. What if he turns on us? "