Friendship regained

The trek is long, but you're in no hurry. Honestly, long hikes in this new, superhumanly healthy body feel amazing, and there's no one else you'd rather do it with. You wrap up the few supplies you have in the furs that make up your tent and sling it over your shoulder, ready for another day of sightseeing - both the natural beauty of the mountains, forests, and rivers you cross, and the mostly or fully unclothed beauty of the few tribes you pass. Even if it's forbidden for you to have sex with them, no one minds an appreciative look, and in fact your sisters even encourage it in hopes that you'll take that arousal out on them.

And you're happy to oblige. You never thought much of pregnancy before this, but seeing these womens' bellies swell with the daughters you made together fills you with an indescribable pride. The gait of their swaying hips that you watch day in and day out has already begun to shift, the beginnings of an unmistakable pregnancy waddle. With a thrill you realize that if they are already this large, by the end Maya's tits will probably be resting on top of her round belly. Now that will be a sight to see.

The girls share your pride and have latched on to the vision of paradise that you showed them as a tribal home, a place to start your family. Everyone in this land is very spiritual, after all, so the vision hadn't seemed at all strange, and you often passed time on your hikes looking for other good omens. Oddly, one day Lara interpreted a pair of deer frolicking like fawns as an omen of the "joy of reunion"... Perhaps she was feeling nostalgic in these lands so close to where you grew up?

Regardless, you pressed on day after day, not knowing how far your destination was until you walked out of the tent to see an entire range of snow-capped mountains glinting in the sunrise. The girls were breathing in the morning air and gazing at them; they had the same feeling of belonging as you. Maya grinned and shimmied her hips around in a little dance. "Woo! Eden, here we come!" Lara, meanwhile, just wrapped your hand in hers and smiled. "I knew your spirit wouldn't lead us wrong."

The path between the mountains was well-hidden - you felt more than saw the way through the trees and into the crag. Then, suddenly, you emerged. Majestic mountains surrounded a verdant valley colored all shades of green, and creeks fed by melting snow above snaked downwards, filling lakes, joining to form a river, and eventually meeting the ocean as a sandy brilliantly blue lagoon. The three of you embraced, and hand in hand began to walk down into your paradise.

You were heading towards the nearest fruit trees for some lunch when Maya exclaims, her words muffled by a mouthful of fruit - she's bitten into a large deep-purple berry and is looking at it in surprise. She had just casually plucked it as you walked by, the same as many times before, but this one stops her in her tracks. Looking around she spots a smaller, red berry and pops it into her mouth too. "Fuck, these taste even better than any of the ones outside. Is everything going to be this delicious here?"

You and Lara try some and quickly agree, and head towards the fruit trees with renewed enthusiasm to sample the tastes of this fertile land. Among more unfamiliar fruits you find apples, citrus, even some melons, all better than you thought they could ever taste. Just when you begin to think you're satisfied, you find a very different but no less tasty pair of melons on the edge of the orchard.

A girl is napping there on the grass, strikingly pale even compared to Maya's fair skin. She's lightly but perfectly freckled, and thick fire-red hair sweeps back from her bangs and flows all the way down past her ass. A lock of hair stubbornly droops down over a cute face, less angular than most you've seen here... but otherwise, her hair is immaculately styled in a wild natural sweep that you now know takes minimal effort to maintain despite the conditioned look. Her trim figure nicely hints at muscle tone and draws attention to grapefruit-sized breasts capped with cute and puffy pink nipples. They're smaller than either of your sisters' pairs, but by old-world standards you certainly can't complain.

She's gathered a couple of baskets full of fruit and is now clearly napping after her own lunch... But then she stirs, looking at you sleepily and smiling a lazy smile. The mannerism jogs your memory and you remember your friend Mason, a tall fellow whose easygoing face is framed by shoulder-length ginger hair and a beard. At first, he was just someone referred to you to fix your computer, but as he worked you enjoyed the relaxed conversation and his chill personality. By the time the repair was done you had cracked open a couple of beers and found a friend and occasional drinking buddy.

This girl on the other hand was Madison, now your half-sister, a redhead with a knack for fixing things who was as chill as she was beautiful. She yawned and stretched, then got up to give you a light hug. "Hey bro. Always thought we'd meet again." She pulls back and looks you up and down. "You look good. More mature, like a real family man. Leading a tribe really suited you."

You feel a sense of ease around her even before digging into your knowledge of the changed history, the camaraderie with Mason not changed by the familial and casually sexual additions to your friendship. Sadly, your drinking buddy was temporarily gone - seems that making humanity immune to poisons also made them immune to ****. That would have to be fixed later.

You throw a hand around her shoulder, feeling more or less confident now that you know how your relationship stands. "Don't know if I'd call it leading. Without you around I had to spend a lot of time figuring out how to fix all the stuff Maya makes... you figure it all out so fast that I'd swear you know my wife better than I do." Madison's emerald-green eyes glint, but she says nothing.

"You look gorgeous as ever too, Madi, and I'm really glad to see you again. But how come you're not happier to see me? I'm hurt," you joke.

She puts her hands on her hips and leans back in a lazy grin, showing a flash of perfect white teeth. "Yeah, well. You know me. I'm ecstatic," she says in the same quiet, sleepy voice as always. But suddenly the relaxed stance falters, her face turning unusually serious as a thought strikes her. "Hey. Mike. You know, you're kind of right. Between the two of us, you're secretly the big softie. Wild spirits, you almost cried right in the middle of our goodbye fuck. I really am happy, so I feel like you should be, I don't know, at least a little more surprised to see me again. ...Did the spirits send you visions, too?"

You're a little shocked at the suddenness of it, and all you can do is laugh. "Damn, you're sharp. Yeah. It's a bit of a story though, and it's not easy to talk about it, so that will have to come later. Come on, I'll take you back to where we were having lunch - it's time you and the girls got your reunion, too."

Your hand returns to Madison's shoulder as her hand slips around your waist. Despite the scant coverings between you, the warmth at your side is nothing but comforting. Oh, you certainly feel arousal, but after your long "honeymoon" with you and your wives venting your lusts on each other anywhere and anytime, it doesn't rule you anymore and you feel much more comfortable with feeling and expressing it. You smile down at her, then down at her freckle-dusted bosom, recalling a younger you and Madison playing connect-the-dots with your tongue across her smaller but still beautiful breasts. She smiles, probably thinking of the same memory, thrusting her bust forward a bit and tracing a finger around one of your well-defined abs.

And then... you let the indulgence pass, without feeling any shame. She's attractive, you're attractive, so attracting each other is as natural as breathing. You were (and will be) tribemates with perfectly healthy sex drives, so if you were both in the mood then you let your primal instincts take you where they willed. That's all there is to it. It amazes you how natural it all is, and it feels as if you've been repressing a part of yourself your whole life, trying to fit it into a tiny box - but your loving sisters noticed, saw the pain despite not knowing that world. They compassionately nurtured you, saved you. Love and lust blending together with the barrier in between torn down, you found euphoria.

And so, you and Madison walk back towards the loves of your life, holding each other close, for now not needing to talk or even look at each other - each of you just enjoying the warmth and familiarity of an old friend at your side. Yes, you chose the perfect name... this is Eden. This is home.