Amy - Uncovering a long lost artefact of an ancient goddess ( Harem)

You wipe the sweat from your brow; the sticky humid air and the long day of work out in the pits were really taking their toll on you. You walk into the relative comfort of the tent and lower a box of findings from the dig site before walking over to take a bottle of water from a cooler box. You eagerly crack the top and drink a good half of the water before pouring out the rest of the cool refreshing liquid over your head.

Your Aunt walks in, letting out a soft laugh when you look up at her, water still dripping from your long blonde hair. "I thought by now you'd be used to the weather down here?" Your Aunt says with a smile.

"The heat I can deal with, working up a good sweat I can deal with, but it's how the humidity, it just saps the life out of me," You reply, sinking into a fold-out canvas chair.

"Well, blame your Mom for moving you all north; you'd be more acclimatised if you grew up where your Mom and I did," Your Aunt replies with a laugh.

"Sure, Auntie Grace, She'd love that," You reply with a laugh.

"She still riding your ass about coming down here with me on this dig?" Auntie Grace asks, shaking her head.

"Yeah, my last call was 45 minutes, of which most was my Mom asking me why I could study at home like my Sisters," You reply with a sigh.

"She's just worried about you after losing your Dad and all," Auntie Grace replies softly before opening a big wooden crate and turning to face the various boxes of findings.

"I know, but Mom has Beckie and Rachel at home, so it's not like she's on her own," You say, standing back up to help your Aunt sort through the various findings.

"Well, Amy, you're Alice's first child, and even though you're all grown up, to her, your still her little girl," Auntie Grace replies softly. "Although I'm glad you didn't listen to her," She adds with a grin.

"Well, you're the reason I got into history and archaeology, to begin with," Your reply with a smile. "Besides, I think my professor might have thrown me off the course if I turned down a chance to get some real field experience," You add with a laugh.

"Not as glamourous as you imagined, is it?" Auntie Grace asks with a smile.

"No, there's a lot more sweat than I was expecting," You admit with a smile, helping your Aunt load various finding boxes into the large wooden crates and packing them in with straw. "Also, I didn't expect this tribes culture to be so...." You begin not quite finding the words.

"Sexual?" Auntie Grace guesses.

"Yeah, so many fertility idols, which I get, crops and people were fundamental to survival," You reply, "But those female statuettes with the dicks," You explain, shaking your head. "I was just a little surprised, is all," You add, trying in vain to squeeze in the blast findings box into the big crate.

"Well, from what we know, this culture was a matriarchy, would make sense their deities would be goddesses," Auntie Grace replies, trying to help you find space for the last box.

"They gave the figurines big tits, isn't that enough?" You joke.

"Well, seed is always a recurring theme; need a dick for that, I suppose," Auntie Grace replies before standing back and shaking her head. "No way we're squeezing that last box in without damaging the others," She says. "Take that back with you to the hotel; you can practice a bit of brushwork if you're feeling brave," Auntie Grace says with a big smile.

You glance down at the box; it was one of your own, the one you had brought in not too long ago, one that you recall catching the glimmer of what might have been something precious. "Sounds good to me," You reply, picking up the crate.

"Great, now go find my Daughter while I seal up this crate," Auntie Grace replies.

You head back out into the relentless late afternoon air; the refreshing effects of tipping the waters over yourself quickly evaporates away, leaving you feeling sticky once more. You spy your dark-haired cousin teasing one of the local volunteers, she swears it's harmless fun, but you're sure she's angling to sample the local cuisine, or so to speak.

"Hey Nat," You say with a cheerful smile, spotting a mixed look of annoyance and relief from the man she had been talking with. "Your Mom says we're packing up for the day," You add with a smile.

"Thanks, Amy," Natalie replies with a smile. "Raul, you think you could go use those big muscles and lend my Mom a hand?" Natalie asks with a playful tone, running her soft hands over the man's muscular arms.

Without a word, the man nods and quickly slips away, leaving you with your mischievous cousin. "You still working on Raul, I see?" You ask as you make your way towards the jeeps.

"Yeah, poor guy doesn't know if he's coming or going," Natalie replies with a giggle. "I just wish he'd man up and take me already," Your cousin purrs as you load the small box of your findings into the footwell.

"Well, when you play with your food rather than eating it," You reply as you climb into the passenger seat.

"I got to make them work for it; I'd be in huge trouble if he told his friends how much a slut I am," Natalie replies with a giggle. "Besides, teasing makes my day go quicker," Natalie adds with a smile.

"Poor guys," You reply with a laugh.

"Ah, they'll get over it when they're balls deep in my premium pussy, my legs wrapped around their back as I tease them about not being on the pill while they're raw dogging me," Natalie replies, licking her lips as she drives up the rough dirt trail towards the road. "Please, senior, not inside me; I could get pregnant," Natalie adds in a breathy tone.

"Jesus, Nat," You say, shaking your head. "That's a very specific fantasy," You add.

"Sorry, Cuz," Natalie replies with a laugh, "I get pretty graphic when I'm horny, and it's been too long since I had some dick," She adds with a smile. "My poor kitty is so hungry that even your tight ass is making it purr," your cousin adds with a laugh.

"That's so wrong," You reply, shaking your head and laughing. Your cousin Natalie had been very open about her sex life, which, if only half of what she tells you is true, was still vastly more varied than your own.

"Oh please, I know you've been with girls before," Nat replies with a smile

"None that were related to me," You reply.

"Like that even matters," Natalie replies, "If anything just makes it hotter," She adds, licking her lips. "Sweet taste of forbidden fruit," She continues.

"Please could we not go there," You plead, regretting confessing your brief fling with your roommate to Nat.

"Just think about it, though," Natalie's begins with a smile. "We're already sharing a room; we help each other unwind after a long day," Natalie continues. "Hell, maybe we could get you your first threesome," Natalie adds with a giggle.

"Please, stop," You ask softly.

"You wouldn't be saying that later on if you knew how great I am at eating pussy," Natalie replies with a wicked grin. "Ass too if you're feeling adventurous," She adds with a grin.

"I can't even tell if you're just fucking with me or being serious anymore?" You say with a sigh.

"Crawl into my bed tonight and find out," Natalie replies in a sultry tone before bursting out into a fit of laughs. "Sorry Amy, you're just too easy to mess with," She says.

Back at the hotel, you enjoy a nice cool shower before sitting down with the box of your findings and having a look at what you have. Natalie was out making use of the hotel's pool, although you suspect this was just another excuse for her to tease any guys who she caught staring at her tight bikini. You pull out your brushes and get to work, eager to have a distraction to focus on. While your cousin had only been joking earlier, her words were enough to stir your body awake, leaving you with a slight ache between your legs.

The first few artefacts were more of those fertility statuettes, carved from stone and of varying levels of quality; you assume perhaps in this culture, each person crafted their own, although this was just a guess on your part. Although the next item your start to work on catches your eye a lot more as you catch a glint, you saw earlier when digging it up. Each gentle brushstroke revealing more of the shiny metal, slowly revealing a surprisingly intricate golden bracelet.

You marvel at the bracelet for a while, surprised with how well the piece held up given its age. The more you clean and study the piece, the more you felt as though you'd stumbled onto something impressive. The design and craftsmanship of it were impressive, an indication of perhaps tooling more advanced than had previously discovered.

Another strange quality is that there's a fitting for a large gem on the inside of the bracelet to keep something pressed against the skin rather than to show off. You have a gentle rummage through the material you brushed the bracelet from, hoping the missing piece wasn't far from where the bracelet was found.

You quickly find something hard within the bits of earth, and after a little work, you find yourself staring at an impossible smooth gem of sorts. The gem seemingly changing from a smokey red to a deep purple depending on how the light catches it. It was bizarre, but rather than question it, you gently slide the smooth gem into the bracelet finding that it pops into the fitting perfectly.

What's more bizarre is when, against all you'd been instructed and taught about the handling of artefacts and archaeological finds, you find yourself slipping the bracelet onto your slender wrist. When you realise what you've done, you try and slip the bracelet off, only to find it was stuck. This fact should panic you, but instead, you find yourself thinking about how nice it looks instead.

You slowly get to your feet and wander over to a full-length mirror, admiring how good the ancient bracelet looks on your arm. You run your hands through your long blonde hair, still not fully dry from your earlier shower; you smile at yourself as you see your own bright blue eyes looking back at you. You then turn around, checking out your own figure now you were dressed in your casual clothes rather than dig gear.

You were usually fairly self-conscious about your body, wishing your perky C cups were bigger like your Mother or younger Sisters. Although today you feel a lot better about yourself, you start to agree with the various compliments your cousin Nat had given you these last few weeks.

"Work it," Natalie says with a giggle as she walks into the room and catches you checking yourself out in the mirror. You let out a high pitched squeak and practically jump when you hear your Cousin speak.

"Hey Nat," You says nervously. "How long have you been standing there?" You ask with a nervous smile.

"Long enough to appreciate what I saw," Natalie replies with a smile, walking past you and spanking you on the ass playfully making you squeak again.

"Sorry, It's been a long day, and I dunno, just felt good for a change," You say weakly.

"Don't worry about it, Cuz," Natalie replies, stripping naked by her bed. "Sometimes you just feel sexy when no one's around to appreciate it, so you do it yourself," She adds, undoing her bikini bottoms and revealing her shaved snatch to you.

The sight of your naked cousin and the embarrassment of being caught leaves you feeling a little dizzy and warm all over. The ache between your legs returning with a vengeance and the idea it's your own cousin doing this to you, making you feel more than a little uncomfortable.

"I think I might just get an early night," You say, rubbing your arm. "I've been feeling kinda dizzy the last hour or so," You add.

"Alright, I'll try and keep my moans to a low volume when I'm masturbating later," Natalie says with a tone.

"You masturbate in the same room as me?" You ask nervously.

"Oh, yeah, pretty much every day," Natalie replies with a smile. "I wait for you to go to sleep first, though," She adds with a smile.

You weren't sure how serious your Cousin was about her nighttime habits, but you were feeling too dizzy to question it. You instead strip down naked and throw on the oversized shirt you were currently using as your sleepwear, the heat proving too much for your normal nightwear. Although you find yourself falling asleep pretty much the moment your head hits the pillow.