The Lost Tribe - part 2
By Submissive Romantic	
This is the story of an amateur historian and his search for evidence of the existence of a lost tribe; he's not prepared for what he finds.

Part 2

Chapter One: House Arrest Begins

The three of them sat around his kitchen table. Jason made coffee, but they
had to drink it black, the milk that Jason had left in the refrigerator had
long ago turned to sludge.

"Sorry, I wasn't planning on being gone for nearly four months and certainly
wasn't planning on having company the first night of my return.

"No problem, I always drink mine black," said Carlita.

"Jason," said Maria, "we have to establish some ground rules here. Neither of
us wants to harm you, on the contrary, we want to make this confinement as
pleasant as possible. Nevertheless, know that we will enforce our rules with
brutality if we have to.

"Rule number one: There will be no contact with anyone from the outside unless
one of us is present.

"Rule number two: All telephone and computer use will be controlled and
monitored by us.

"Rule number three: One of us will sleep with you each night. We cannot have
you trying to slip out in the middle of the night.

"Rule number four: When you leave the house one of us will be with you at all
times.

"If you abide by our rules we can make this a very pleasant experience."

"How can I make you understand that I would never do anything that would be
harmful to the tribe; I love your sister and the child she is carrying and
would never do anything that would jeopardize their wellbeing?

"I'm happy to hear that; it will make our lives easier and the tasks that we
have to accomplish.

"Maria, Carlita, I don't even know your full names."

"I guess she never told you, my name is Maria Hawke and she's Carlita Hawke."

"And let me guess, Anna is Anna Hawke, correct?

"That's correct. That is one of the tasks that we have for you. We want you to
do a detailed family tree of our ancestry. We have to know why we all have the
same last name." Carlita commented.

"That's enough for tonight, it's nearly midnight, let's get ready for bed.
Carlita, you take the couch tonight. I'll take it tomorrow night. That alright
with you?"

"Fine with me; but I think we'd better get some more furniture sooner than
later. This place looks too much like a flophouse, with only one bed and half
of the rooms completely empty. We also have to clear out our apartment
inTucson by the end of the month. We have all that gym equipment that we have
to move up here. We'll need to rent a truck."

"Ladies, if it's ok with you, I'll have a professional decorator come in this
week and have her decorate the house. We can use the lower level for the gym;
it has a complete bathroom down there, access to the back patio, and about
fifteen hundred square feet of floor space for the equipment. Will that be
enough?"

"That should work," they replied in unison.

"Good. I'm beat, let's go to bed."

When Jason and Maria entered his bedroom, she glanced around the room with a
critical eye. "Men, you never plan ahead; a queen sized bed will just not do.
It's far too small for the three of us," she said with a glint in her eye.

"What do you mean, the three of us? It's just going to be the two of us; me
and whoever has to sleep with me, and that person is going to stay on her side
of the bed, I already have a lover who I intend to be faithful to."

"You do realize that you are being totally unrealistic. First of all, you're
not going back to the valley for the next twenty years, are you prepared to be
celibate for that long? Secondly, both Carlita and I sleep in the nude; I
doubt that you will last more than a couple of days. Thirdly, we are both a
lot stronger than you are; and neither of us plans on going without sex for
more than a couple of days. And finally, there are going to be nights when
both of us are going to want you and we will not take no for an answer.
Therefore, I suggest that one of the things we tell your decorator is that it
is absolutely imperative that she plans the master bedroom around a king sized
bed. Have I made myself clear?"

Jason just nodded.

"Good, that's settled. I suggest you get used to the idea that we are both
going to be your lovers for the next twenty years. As sisters, we all shared
what we had. Anna knows that we are physically taking her place, but expects
us to step aside when the time comes, which we have promised to do. "

Maria said all this as she calmly removed her clothing. When she was
completely naked, she stood next to the bed, pulled the bedspread down and
climbed into bed. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join
me? I promise that tonight we will just cuddle; we both need a good night's
sleep. But tomorrow night you're fair game, and Carlita won't be as
understanding as I am."

Jason sighed a sigh of surrender, dropped his clothes and climbed into bed. He
turned his back to Maria intending to keep as much space between his body and
hers as he could. That lasted about five seconds, as he felt her snake one of
her impressive arms under his body and in the next instant felt himself being
dragged across the bed until he felt her naked breasts pushed firmly into his
back and her other arm drape itself over his waist, her hand firmly closing
around his rapidly expanding cock.

"See, isn't this so much better than sleeping alone. I can tell little Jason
approves. Good night, pleasant dreams."

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For the next two weeks, they spent most of their time during the day, deciding
how they wanted the house to look, cleaning out the basement of all Jason's
old storage boxes and things he really no longer needed, and laying out the
floor plan for their gym. Maria didn't know how right she was about Carlita.
Her first night with Jason she basically used and abused his body. By the time
she was through with him, he was totally drained, both figuratively and
literally, having cum at least four times during that long first night.

The next morning at breakfast, after a quick assessment of his condition,
Maria chastised her. "Carlita, what the hell were you trying to do to him,
kill him?"

"I figured he could take it, after all, he fucked the entire tribe in less
than a week; and those women hadn't had sex in over twenty years. For me, it
was only a month."

"Well, look at him; he won't be much help to us if you keep this up. We are
going to need him when we get the equipment from our apartment at the end of
the next week."

"Ok Maria, I'll be more careful in the future, I just couldn't help myself.
You've seen what he's packing down there. Once I started I just couldn't
stop."

By the end of the second week, most of the house was furnished. Money talks
and Jason insisted that he wanted the house completed as soon as possible and
that money was not an issue. Whenever the decorator stopped by to supervise
the installation of the furniture, he spent more time ogling Carlita and Maria
than he did making sure that the furniture was placed properly. At one point,
he asked Jason, "Are they your sisters?"

Jason replied nonchalantly, "No, they're my girlfriends" and walked out of the
room, leaving the decorator with his mouth hanging open.

With the house nearly completed, Jason rented a truck. The next morning bright
and early, the three of them headed to Tucson. Carlita drove, Maria rode
shotgun, and Jason, being the smallest of the three, sat in the middle.

He watched in awe as they worked all morning taking apart two treadmills, two
weight benches, several racks of weights, a lat-pull machine, a curl station,
and several other pieces of equipment and carrying each piece of equipment out
to the truck. Jason, basically, held the doors for them and carried some of
the dumbbells out to the truck. He knew they were strong because he had
experienced their strength in subtle ways each night that he slept with them.
Now he watched amazed at their strength, how their arms and shoulders seem to
explode with well-defined muscles. He spent as much time staring at them,
trying to hide his obvious arousal, as he did carrying items out to the truck.

By the time they got back to the house and lugged all of the equipment around
the back of the house and into the basement, they were too tired to complete
the set-up. "What are we going to do with the rest of the space," Jason asked
as he surveyed the rest of the basement.

"That area is going to be a matted area," Maria replied as Carlita added.
"Yes, we need that area to work on our act and for other things."

"Your act, I thought you weren't going to be working anymore."

"What gave you that idea? I found a club in Phoenix that is looking for
unusual acts; the place is called 'The Other End of the Rainbow'. Maria and I
will work a couple of days a week. We don't want to just sit around doing
nothing all day."

"And who is going to stay with me while you're at work?"

"Oh, you'll be with us," Carlita replied. "You've seen our act. We need a
hapless male and you're him. I bet you're going to be a big hit with the guys
there."

"Don't you mean the ladies?" Jason countered, a little put out since he seemed
not to have a say in the matter. "No, I meant the guys; it's an alternative
lifestyle club, but maybe some of the ladies also, since it includes bisexuals
as well."

Chapter Two: The Search Begins

With the house finally completed, Jason and Maria sat at the breakfast table;
over a cup of coffee, they began to strategize how they were going to complete
their primary task.

"I think we should do both sides of the family tree at the same time," Jason
said.

"I agree; I can start with my step mother and work backwards, while you start
with your father and do the same."

"At some point the lines will cross, and that will be our goal."

"We should start with my step mother. I'll call her later and set up a meeting
for us to gather whatever information she has about her parents. I think your
side of the family will be the low hanging fruit of this search. You obviously
came from money, which usually means a prominent family, more publicity and
public access. With my side, we'll have to hope that the tribe has birth
records on everyone who was born on the reservation."

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As they traveled across the Valley of the Sun south of Phoenix, Jason looked
out the passenger side window, noting the expanding subdivisions scattered
throughout the barren desert landscape and wondered how much time would pass
before the desert reclaimed the Valley as its own. After nearly an hour of
driving, Maria turned off the highway just past a large casino and hotel
complex.

"We're now on tribal lands, just a couple of minutes more." Jason was
surprised by the number of homes that lined the road, but was even more
surprised when she paused before making a turn and pointed to the large
buildings in the distance. "There's the new community school, behind it is the
community health center, and over there is the Boys and Girls Club and over
there is the Baptist Church. " The look on Jason's face must have revealed his
astonishment.

"Don't be surprised at the amount of new construction. What did you expect, a
bunch of teepees and a couple of run down trailers? It took a couple of
generations for us to understand what we were actually sitting on and how to
exploit it; but once we figured it out, we put capitalism to good use. The
tribe leased land to builders who built casinos, hotels, and shopping centers,
which they sold to others, who assume the risk of running the businesses. Many
of us work right here on the Reservation, and when the leases run out, we get
back the land, the buildings, and the businesses. In the meantime, the cash
flow from those leases helps us to build the community buildings and
infrastructure we need in order to keep the tribe intact."

They had a pleasant dinner with her stepmother. Maria had introduced Jason as
her boyfriend and he had won her over as he began to speak to her in her
native language. After dinner, she brought out a family scrapbook, which gave
them a starting point for their quest. Jason was delighted at seeing the
pictures of the three children as they grew up, especially the red head who
did not quite seem to fit in with the rest of the family but never seemed to
be aware of it.

They were given the contact information for the tribe's record keeper, and
after returning home, they set up an appointment to begin their examination of
the birth records. The search was harder than they had anticipated. It was hot
and dusty in the basement of the community center and the records were stored
in cardboard boxes, many were not labeled or if they were labeled, the writing
had long since faded as to make it illegible.

After many months of eye-straining work, Maria felt she needed a break. She
had run into a brick wall in her quest to discover just how she had become a
"Hawke". The tribe had kept records of births and deaths, but only since the
start of the twentieth century; anything prior to that had long since been
lost like a speck of desert sand captured by the swirling winds of the annual
dust storms that crossed the reservation lands during the monsoon season.

"I'm heading back to Acapulco for a week of rest, relaxation, and debauchery,"
she had told Jason as they had reviewed her stepmother's family tree that she
had been able to piece together after nearly two years of research. "It will
be good just to be free of that dusty old basement."

Jason knew that she needed a break. When they had first started, Jason had
accompanied her; it was hot, dusty and poorly lit in the "records storage
facility". Sometime during the second month of their search, the director of
the records had challenged Jason's right to be there. Apparently, there was a
tribal prohibition of anyone other than the direct descendants of a tribal
member to access the records. Even though Jason had argued that that was the
very reason why he was there, the director was insistent that until Jason
could prove eligibility to be there, he was denied access to the records.

They were forced to change their procedures. When Jason went to the Arizona
State Historical Achieves, Maria would join him portraying herself as his
assistant and girlfriend. On the days that she was granted access to the
tribal records, Carlita would accompany Jason; no one ever seemed to notice
the difference, even though Carlita was bored out of her mind. This was too
much like schoolwork; she had tolerated it when she had to, but four years of
college was her limit.

Chapter Three: The Surprise Visitor

The morning after Maria left, Carlita had laid down the law to Jason. "We are
NOT going to the library this week. We are going to work-out, work on our
tans, and fuck each other's brains out." She had whispered this into his ear,
as they lay naked in Jason's bed. "Just remember, I am responsible for your
actions this week. You will not make contact with any of your academic
colleagues without me being there."

"Carlita, it's been over two years; haven't I proven to you yet that I will
never give away the tribe's existence nor will I jeopardize its wellbeing."

"I'm just saying that it will never happen on my watch," as she wrapped her
strong arms around him and squeezed. "Let's get dressed in our workout cloths
and head down to the gym."

After a short warm up, each settled into their own strength routine. Jason
marveled as he watched her power up the bar laden with weight, seemingly with
little effort. He could feel his member begin to come to life once again as he
tried not to stare at her. Momentarily his mind conjured up the memory of the
first time he had seen her, dressed in just a loincloth, manhandling her
obviously overmatched prey. His relationship with her was strange, even in the
context of his anything but ordinary life. He lusted for her, even though at
times he disliked her.

As he sat at the lat-pull machine, he thought about his relationships. With
Maria, sex was affectionate even when she was dominating him with her
strength. There was a genuine feeling for each other; but it was not love.
With Carlita, there was only the sexual release that they each craved. It was
only with Anna that he felt true love. With her, all of the emotions he felt
with the others came together; his heart yearned for her.

"You're never going to improve your strength lifting like that."

Carlita was standing directly in front of him as he suddenly was drawn back to
the present.

"Eighty pounds on that machine is not going to cut it. Your body may look good
but you have to increase the weight if you want to look and feel great. Come
here, I'll show you," she said as she practically dragged him off the seat and
over to a strange contraption that he had never used before.

"This is a cable/pulley machine. It's for developing your arms and chest.
Watch me."

She walked over to each side of the machine, pulled the pin out of a stack of
weights, and re-inserted it in the weight marked at one hundred twenty. When
the weights on both sides were set she grabbed the handles, one in each hand,
her arms stretched out to the side and upwards until her body formed the
letter "Y" and began to rhythmically bring her arms together in front of her,
the stack of weights on each side traveling up and down in their tracks. The
muscles in her shoulders and arms seemed to explode out of her skin as she
continued the movement.

When she was finished, she let the weights down gently and explained. "That
was one type of exercise; by moving this lever I can change the position of
the pulleys and thereby isolate a different set of muscles." She changed the
position on the equipment and after changing the amount of weight, she now
demonstrated 'butterflies'. With each movement, her tee shirt stretched
tightly across her chest, drawing Jason's attention away from her
demonstration. "Now it's time for the single handed curls," she said as she
shifted the lever to its lowest position, the pulleys moving to the floor. She
changed the weight setting on each side and, with her arms extended out to her
sides; she curled each forearm and hand upward towards her shoulders.

Jason stood in front of her mesmerized by the sight of her biceps as they
bulged into a massive mound. He had always known that Carlita was strong, as
evidenced by how she easily manhandled him in bed; but now that he could see
the physical manifestation of that strength, he felt overwhelmed.
Unconsciously, he took a step forward and began to caress her muscle,
marveling at how, with each movement, it seemed to almost disappear, only to
reappear moments later seemingly larger, harder and hotter than before.

Carlita smiled to herself, pleased that she now had him completely under her
spell.

"Do you want to try?"

She let the weights down gently and positioned Jason where she wanted him.
After adjusting the weights on either side to an amount she felt he could
easily lift she handed him the handles. Jason's arms were stretched tightly
between the opposing sides of the equipment. Since she and her sister were
basically the same size and had the same arm reach, she never had to adjust
the length of the cables. She would not do that now as well because she had a
specific plan in mind for Jason.

"We'd better fasten these safety straps around your wrists," she said as she
wrapped a nylon band, which was secured to each handle, around each wrist. "I
wouldn't want you to lose your grip on the handle and drop the weights."

When she had him securely in place, she stepped back and watched as he
performed his first set of curls. The weight was light enough so that after
his first set, Jason told her that he could handle more.

"All right, I'll add another ten on each side," she said. Jason did not see
the evil grin that came moments later as she removed the pin from the
thirty-pound plate, counted down ten plates to the one hundred thirty-pound
plate, and reinserted the pin. She crossed over in front of him and after a
very distracting and sensuous kiss, did the same thing on the other side.

Standing directly in front of him, because she didn't want to miss the moment
of his realization of the predicament he would find himself in, she told him
to begin his next set.

The strain on his face and the lack of movement of his arms told her all she
needed to know. He was completely helpless, and was now her prisoner. She
slowly walked around him, her hand caressing his chest and back, as he
struggled to free himself.

"Jason, you're mine now, to do with whatever I want or to do nothing at all.
The choice will be yours to make. But first I have to make a few adjustments."

She casually walked over to the lever that adjusted the height of the pulleys
and forced it up until it was at its highest position. She watched as Jason's
arms raised until his feet left the floor. The only way he could stand was on
his toes with his legs close together.

Jason's eyes were closed tight as he strained against the overwhelming weight
that held his upper body tightly in place. He didn't see Carlita sink to her
knees in front of him and slowly tug his shorts over his hips and down to his
ankles. His eyes flew open when he felt her hand grasp the base of his growing
erection and felt her lips close around its head. All he could see was the top
of her head as it slowly moved back and forth in front of him. A soft moan
escaped his lips as her efforts bore fruit. And then, she suddenly stopped and
stood in front of him; kissed him lightly on the lips and proclaimed,

"I have to leave now, I'm going for run up the trail, maybe even visit the
tribe for a while. That was just a sample of what I have in store for you when
I return. If that's all right with you, that is."

That said, she grabbed her fleece jacket, walked to the sliding door and left
the house. Jason felt a gust of cold air as she closed the door and waved
good-bye. A cloud of steam escaped her mouth as she turned and headed down the
hill to the deserted trail behind their house.

With nothing better to do than just hang there, Jason did some pull-ups and
some leg-lifts. He was surprised at the number of both that he was able to do
before his muscles failed.

'I guess between my time with the tribe and my time with Maria and Carlita
I've made some progress after all.'

Jason couldn't be sure just how long it had been since Carlita had left him
hanging there, all he knew was that his arms were numb and his shoulders
ached. From the amount of sunlight that was illuminating the back patio, he
guessed that the early morning frost had melted; the hot sun had broken
through the early morning cloud cover, and that, by noon the temperature would
reach into the low sixties.

Closing his eyes, he prepared to do another set of leg lifts, when he heard a
light tapping on the sliding door. Opening his eyes, he spotted two women
standing on the other side of the glass. One was Carlita, but who was the
other woman and what was she holding? Then his heart leapt with joy; it was
Anna and the bundle she was holding could only be their daughter. He began to
struggle against his bonds as the door slid open and the women entered the
house.

"Easy Jason, I'll let you lose in a minute, just let me get out of this
jacket, unless my sister would rather take you like this." Carlita quipped as
she slipped off her jacket.

Anna handed the baby to Carlita and took off her jacket revealing a white tee
shirt and a pair of well-worn jeans. Jason had never seen her completely
dressed before and, to him, she had never looked more beautiful. She retrieved
the baby from Carlita and stood directly in front of him.

"Summer Rain, this is your father, Jason, this is your daughter. Then, looking
down at his erection, "And that, my dearest one, is the splendid tool that
gave you and all the other little girls in our village, life, and brought
countless hours of pleasure to our entire tribe." Anna with one hand grasped
his erection, and kissed him sweetly on his lips, as his body shook with
desire.

Then she backed away. "Carlita, you can release him now, while I go upstairs
and put the baby to bed." As she turned to leave the room, almost as an
afterthought, she whispered seductively in Jason's ear, "I'll be in your bed,
waiting."

Jason urged Carlita to hurry, as she calmly began to loosen his bindings.

"Don't you drop those weights; if you do, you'll be in a world of hurt." She
said as she knelt down in front of him. "I should really take care of that
before you head up to her. In this condition you will be of very little use to
her; but I imagine she's just as hot for you as you are for her considering
it's been over two years since she's had her man."

She kissed its head as if to say, 'I'll see you later' and pulled his gym
shorts up to his waist; then walked over to the lever, dropping the pulleys
down to their lowest positon and took one of the handles from Jason, easing
the weights down to the rest of the pile while Jason did the same on the other
side.

"Thanks," he shouted over his shoulder as he hurried out of the gym, rubbing
his shoulders as he went. When he reached to top of the stairs to the second
floor, he turned left towards his bedroom.

As he entered the large room, he gazed immediately at his bed. The covers were
still in disarray just as he and Carlita had left them earlier that morning.
Glancing around, he spotted light coming from underneath the bathroom door.
Peeking in, he heard the shower running and a cloud of steam gathering at the
ceiling. Dropping his shorts as he went, he slid the shower door open and
quickly entered the shower behind her as she was rinsing the shampoo out of
her long red hair. Her breasts seemed to be a little fuller and heavier than
he remembered, but the rest of her magnificent body appeared to have suffered
no lasting effects of nine months of pregnancy she had endured.

"Oh good, you're here. Can you please do my back while I run some cr�me rinse
through my hair," she said as she felt his hands begin to caress her body and
handed him a soapy washcloth. "You can't imagine how good this feels. It's
been over ten years since I've had a decent shower and real shampoo and cr�me
rinse in my hair. A cold water bath just doesn't cut it."

When he was done with her back and she had rinsed her hair, she turned him
around and preceded to wash his body from head to toe, paying special
attention to his ever-present erection. She was tempted to take him there in
the shower, but resisted the temptation; it would be so much better in his big
comfortable bed.

After toweling off, Jason quickly dried his hair, while Anna savored the
process of drying her body with a lush towel, before using the hair drier.
"You go straighten up the bed a little and wait for me; this is too good to
rush through."

When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she found Jason sitting up in bed,
the sheet covering his naked body up to his chest.

"I can't wait a second longer," she said as she tore the sheet from his body
and in one smooth movement straddled his body and engulfed his member to its
root.

"It's been so long, so long, I've missed you so much." She began to move up
and down, increasing her pace as the first wave of her orgasm radiated through
her body. Leaning forward she offered first one, then the other of her
extended nipples towards his mouth as his hands gently caressed each of her
heavy breasts. Jason was crazed with desire for her. Here was the woman he
truly desired, hot, passionate and already driving him to the point of no
return. His mouth captured one of her nipples and he began to suck, flicking
his tongue rapidly back and forth over and around her nipple. Suddenly he
became aware of the sweet tasting liquid that was streaming into his mouth.
Hesitantly he swallowed, paused and then went back for more.

"Leave some for your daughter," she said as she pulled her nipple out of his
mouth and crushed her mouth to his. Her body rapidly rammed down over his
until they both screamed, their orgasms nearly consuming them in their
intensity.

When she finally recovered, Anna kissed him gently on his lips and rolled off
him, temporarily sated. "I needed that more than you'll ever know. I love
you." She threw her arm over him and pulled him to her as they both settled
into a peaceful sleep.

Motherhood does wondrous and mysterious things to a woman's body. One is the
hypersensitiveness of a mother's hearing, especially to the sounds of her
child in distress. Anna's eyes opened immediately to the sounds of Summer
Rain's whimpering and before they could turn into full-fledged screams, she
carefully slipped out of bed and out of the room.

Jason sensed that he was alone in bed. He laid there for a while, hoping that
Anna would return. However, when she did not, he got out of bed and began his
search for her. As he left the bedroom, still naked, he called out softly,
"Anna, are you up here?"

"We're in the nursery."

"We have a nursery?"

Checking each room as he passed, he soon reached the other end of the hallway.
Jason stood in the doorway spellbound by what lay within.

"That is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen."

Sitting in one of two rocking chairs was Anna, in her arms was their daughter,
greedily nursing at one of her breasts while Anna smiled serenely down at her.
Jason leaned against the doorway taking in the beauty of the scene. An
unconscious reaction caused his nearly flaccid cock to come back to life.

"Hold that thought for a little later; I'm not through with you yet," she said
with a mischievous grin. "I'll be in as soon as I can."

It took a little over an hour, more than Jason had anticipated as he waited
patiently for her return.

"I had to change her and play with her for a while before her eyes began to
close. She'll sleep for about two hours now; her belly is full, she's dry and
contented." Anna reached under the sheet seeking out the object of her desire.
"You're not ready yet; my sisters must be taking extra good care of you. I'm
jealous. Speaking of my sisters, I don't know if they told you, they stopped
taking their birth control pills last week. They want to have children; I
guess they became a little envious of their sister and all the others carrying
their tiny babies around the valley."

"Speaking of babies," Jason questioned, "should we be doing this right now?"

"It's a little late to ask now, don't you think?" She smiled and let him sweat
a little before letting him off the hook. "Of course, I made sure that today
would be safe before I asked the council for permission to check on you. I had
to assure them that I couldn't get pregnant before they would allow me to see
you."

"You said, today, are you telling me that you can only stay for one day?"

"I'm sorry, but that was all the time they would allow me. I have to leave
here when the sun sets."

"Then I'm coming with you."

"Of course you are, and so is Carlita. We can't leave you alone either here or
on the trail back from the valley."

"You still don't trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, it's the rest of the tribe that doesn't. Please Jason,
let's not spend any of the little time we have arguing over something that we
have no control over. Now where were we?"

They made love all afternoon, until neither of them had the energy to
continue. Carlita was more than happy to take care of the baby. It was only at
feeding time that she interrupted the couple.

"Sorry to disturb you two love birds, but the baby is hungry and mine won't do
her much good."

While Anna fed and cared for the baby, Carlita and Jason, at Anna's request
went to a local pizza shop and brought home two large pies, one peperoni and
one with sausage, peppers and onions. They feasted on pizza and coke until it
was dark.

"I can't remember when I last ate anything that tasted that good. Carlita, I'm
jealous of you and Maria, you get Jason and all these great tasting foods,
while I get to be celibate for the next two decades and get to eat mystery
meat stew."

After a heavy sigh, she stood up from the table, and went upstairs. A few
minutes later she returned with a heavily bundled Summer Rain, handed her to
Jason and retrieved her jacket.

They left the house, crossed over the small stretch of desert to the trail
below. At that time of night, they encountered no other hikers. When they
reached the spring, they were met by Starry Sky and another member of the
tribe, who escorted the three of them to the rim of the valley. The other
member continued walking further along the rim of the valley heading towards
her sentry post. When it was just the three of them, Starry turned to Carlita,
"You make sure my daughter and her baby get down to the valley safely, I'll
wait up here and take care of Jason until you return. Go!

Before they left, Anna handed the baby to Carlita and embraced Jason with a
toe-curling kiss. "You take care of yourself. Know that I will love you always
and will be waiting when we are finally joined again. Say good-bye to your
baby daughter, she will not be a baby when you see her again." After he kissed
her forehead and whispered good-bye, Anna and the baby, followed closely by
Carlita headed around the rim of the valley to the hidden trail down to the
valley below.

When they were alone, Starry and Jason stood across from each other; an
awkward silence filled the air. It was Starry who broke the silence.

"I wanted to thank you. You have changed my life more than you could ever
know. Before you came along, I was an angry old woman; not fit to be part of
this tribe. I was miserable and took out my hostility on everyone else,
especially you and my daughter. But then, you gave me a wonderful gift, a
chance once again to be a mother. Angry Sky has filled me with happiness once
again.

"When Anna was taken from me, part of me died. I did not understand it, and I
could not cope with it. I lashed out at everyone. Even after years had passed
I still felt anger at the elders who took my baby from me and then my lover.
When she finally returned I thought there was a chance to make up for those
lost years, however, I soon realized that she didn't care about me, how could
she, she never knew me, and besides, she still had her tribal education to go
through."

"I'm so sorry ... "

"I don't want your pity; I just want your understanding. That was too much to
ask of someone, and I will never allow anyone to ever go through what I went
through. As far as I'm concerned Anna is the high priestess for life."

She closed the gap between them and forced Jason backwards until his back was
against a large bolder; then she dropped to her knees before him. Reaching
out, she undid his belt, pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles,
and held his growing erection in her hands.

"I will do anything I have to do to avoid seeing another mother's life ruined.
Anything."

Despite the fact that he had already cum at least three times already today,
his cock grew to its rock solid grandeur and he could only shut his eyes as
the feelings of intense pleasure washed over him. Her hand was pumping hard,
while her tongue circled its super sensitive head. To his amazement, he was
rapidly approaching the point of no return; when she suddenly pulled back
allowing his cock to fall from her lips, just as he felt the familiar
contractions of his orgasm begin.

With his throbbing cock still in hand, she allowed spurt after spurt to
plaster her upturned face as a sign of her subjugation to him. When he had no
more left to give her, he opened his eyes and, at the same moment, heard the
slow rhythmic clapping coming from the darkness to his right.

"Bravo, Jason, bravo, indeed. That's just what the bitch deserves."

It was Carlita, who had returned, sooner than he would have thought possible,
from the valley floor.

Starry Sky stood, her head bowed, the heat of anger rising rapidly within her.
Carlita was about to speak again when Jason shouted, "Carlita enough!" He then
turned towards Starry, embraced her and whispered in her ear, "I will do what
I can."

He then turned to Carlita and started for home. They walked in silence until
they reached the spring at the eastern trailhead. It was then that he answered
her unasked question.

"I don't know how much you heard, or how much you saw, but I believe that was
the first and only time that she, in her own way, has begged for anything in
her life. I will honor her request and her privacy by not saying anything
more."

They walked in silence again until they came to the cut off that turned
towards their house.

"And when were you going to tell me that you both have stopped taking your
birth control pills?"

Carlita, too stunned by the anger in his voice, walked a step behind him until
he reached the house.

"I think I'd like to sleep alone tonight. You can secure me to the bed if
you'd like so you can sleep. I assure you that I will not try to leave."

Carlita had spent a very restless night. Instead of securing him to his bed,
she had waited for him to fall asleep, had tied a string from his closed
bedroom doorknob, and had attached it to her wrist. Her thinking was that if
he tried to open his door it would pull on the string and wake her up. She was
up at the crack of dawn, and after checking that he was indeed still in his
room, she went into the kitchen, made a pot of coffee and waited for him to
come downstairs.

Jason walked into the kitchen a little after nine. There was an awkward
silence between them. After pouring himself a cup, he sat across the table
from her.

"Carlita, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten angry with you."

"No, we're sorry; we shouldn't have assumed that you'd be willing to have
children with us. The three of us should have talked this through before we
did anything. We didn't take into account your feelings; we were only
concerned with ours. You see, we are already twenty-four years old and neither
of us has ever had a steady boyfriend. We suddenly came to the realization
that we may never have a child like the rest of our sisters. We couldn't very
well go out and meet any eligible bachelors; how would we explain our
relationship with you. Neither of us wants to abandon the other or you for
that matter and we can't let down the tribe. We promised to watch over you for
as long as necessary. We could not do that to you. You realize what would
happen if we told Anna that we couldn't do this anymore don't you?"

Jason nodded slowly, keenly aware of what was not being said and what the
elders had implied.

"If it's alright with you, we'll table this discussion until Maria gets back
on Sunday."

___________________________

Sunday afternoon Jason and Carlita drove to Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport and
waited just outside the arrivals ramp for Maria to return. Having been
forewarned by her sister, Maria was rather subdued as they picked up her
baggage from the carousel and left the terminal. The drive back home was
unsettlingly quiet. It was as if no one wanted to set off the argument that
they all assumed they would have.

After they got to the house, after changing into more comfortable clothes, and
after Jason had poured them all a tall glass of wine, they settled into the
comfortable furniture of the family room.

"I wish that you had told me, that you had included me in the decision
process. I would have understood. I don't know what my answer would have been;
because at this point I still don't know for sure."

Maria countered, "I'm sorry we didn't tell you. You had a right to be told. I
guess we both thought that this would be just like all the others."

"No, it won't be. You may not feel the way I do; but to me you two are very
special, I think I have fallen in love with the both of you. It's not quite
the same as the love I have for your sister, Anna, but it's close. The real
problem is going to be living together with two children. How do we explain
our relationship to them, as they get older? It won't be like my relationship
with the others of the tribe, even my relationship with Anna and Summer Rain.
From what I gather, this last visit from Anna will not be repeated again.
Therefore, it may be nearly twenty years before I see them again. To Anna,
I'll be a faded memory, to Summer Rain; I'll be a total stranger.

"And what happens then, what happens between the three of you and the children
and me. How do I just leave them behind, leave you behind, it's going to tear
me apart all over again. Maybe I'd just be better off dead. That's what was
going to happen if you two weren't willing to sacrifice your lives for all
this."

"NO! You can't think like that; we'll work something out, there has to be a
way we can work this out. Promise us you'll never even think something like
that again."

It was late, the bottle was empty, and nothing more was going to be decided
that night.

"Come, I've had a very long, exhausting day. I'm tired and I just want to hold
you both. But no funny business. I don't want to wake up and find one of you
taking advantage of me.

They quickly undressed and crawled into bed, with Jason in the middle, an arm
around the shoulders of each of them and all three were naked.

Chapter Four: The Mini Ceremony

The standoff lasted three days; on the morning of the fourth day, Jason, at
the kitchen table, made his decision.

"All right; I've made my decision. We will try for one child each, but that is
all. It wouldn't be fair to Anna if either of you had more than her. It would
make her feel that she has been neglected, which she has been already. That
would just be a physical reminder of what she has sacrificed."

"Carlita and I will make the plans; we want it to be a surprise for you Jason.
You won't know when until it happens"

Two nights later, it happened.

Jason was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, when he heard a commotion
coming from the bedroom. As he entered the bedroom, he stopped short. On the
bed, were two beautiful women, completely naked, on their knees, their asses
up in the air facing him, their heads on their pillows.

"We are ready master, let the ceremony begin."

It took less than a minute for Jason to drop his briefs, cross the room and
assume his position behind one of the women. He wasn't sure which, until the
other one, Carlita, leaned back with a bottle of lube and poured a liberal
amount of liquid along his impressive erection. She quickly spread the lube
over his length and placed him at her sister's entrance.

Grasping her hips, Jason, in one swift movement, buried his cock to the hilt.
He paused momentarily, allowing her to catch her breathe before he began to
piston slowly in and out of her already moist pussy. Maria began to moan
softly as he kept up his slow but steady pace. Her inner muscles were
rhythmically clenching around his cock as if trying to prevent it from
escaping, only to have it reverse direction again. To Jason it felt like the
hand of an unseen milkmaid trying to get every last drop out of her cow.

They both realized that they were not going to last long. As Jason rapidly
approached the point of no return, he increased the intensity of his actions,
leaned over her until he was able to get his hands on her breasts and pulled
her body upright as he pulled and twisted her nipples. Maria screamed out his
name as her body convulsed with the intensity of her orgasm, as Jason shot
powerful spurts of his essence deep within her.

Jason nibbled on her neck as he continued to caress her breasts. He felt her
hands grasp his as she collapsed forward on to her pillow; his erection still
buried deeply within her.

"Jason, don't get me started again. It's Carlita's turn next; just hold me."

After his breathing returned to normal, Jason slowly backed out of her. He
could still feel the pulsing of her internal muscles. By the time he was
completely free of her grip and had positioned himself behind Carlita, he was
ready for round two.

"No need for any lube, I'm more than ready big boy; give it to me."

Not waiting for Jason to insert himself in her, once she felt him at her
entrance she quickly rocked backwards and impaled herself. Jason was more than
happy to let her do all the work, just making sure that he maintained contact
with her was the best that he could hope for, as she took his entire length
again and again. When he glanced over at Maria she was still in the ceremonial
position, her ass high in the air and her legs clamped tightly together so
that none of his baby making seed could escape.

He thought he would be able to last longer this time, but with Carlita bucking
back harder and faster by the minute he knew he wasn't going to last too much
longer. When she began to scream into her pillow, he lost all control and
emptied whatever was left in him and collapsed onto her back.

Later, after they had both calmed down, the three of them cuddled together
with Jason in the middle.

"Ladies, I'm not going to survive if I have to do this night after night with
the both of you. We'd better alternate, Maria one night and Carlita the next."

Which is what they did for the next two weeks, until none of them wanted to do
anything else but sleep at night. Until one morning, after waking up and
finding himself alone in bed, Jason went downstairs to make himself a cup of
coffee and found Maria and Carlita on their knees, heads touching the floor.

"We're four days late." "We think we're pregnant, master."

Chapter Five: The Search Resumes and Bares Fruit

Three months later, after the morning sickness had ended, but before they
began to show, Maria and Jason returned to their primary task of researching
their family ties. During the second week of their research, they found a
promising new lead.

They had found the picture in the archives of the Bisbee Daily Review. It was
a picture from 1901 of two elderly men, dressed in dark suits, shaking hands
and smiling for the camera. The caption below the picture read; 'Two of
Bisbee's most distinguished gentlemen, Mr. Joshua Hawke and Mr. Albert Guidry,
Esq. celebrate fifty years of partnership'. It was another thread to follow.

The next day in the State Archives, they hit pay dirt. It was Marie who
actually found it, nearly buried on a shelf of documents stored in dusty boxes
awaiting digitizing funding; 'Documents from the Law Office of Albert Guidry'.

'Today, September 23, 1851, I have formed a partnership with a Mr. Joshua
Hawke. I will be providing free legal services in exchange for 50% ownership
of all claims that we discover and foreclose on. Joshua is a real go getter
and we should both prosper from this arrangement.'

They skimmed through pages and pages of the mundane day-to-day business of a
small town lawyer. Occasionally finding references to Joshua Hawke or their
partnership. The next important tidbit of information was a notation dated
April 10, 1868.

'Today, nearly two years after her untimely death, we were finally able to
settle the estate of Anna Hawke, Joshua's wife. Joshua has informed me that he
wishes to marry his Indian housekeeper 'Silver Fox'. I have counseled him that
I can, as Mayor of Bisbee, perform the service, but have reservations as to
its propriety. I was informed that she is with child and that he wishes to
have the child bear his name. I will rewrite his will as soon as the child is
born.'

Maria could hardly keep still, as she tightened her grip on Jason's arm.
"Jason, this might be it; this might be the missing piece of the puzzle. We
have traced back your family's lineage back to Joshua himself and have never
come across any offspring other than David, his son by his wife Anna. What if
he had a son by Silver Fox? That could explain why I've reached a dead end on
my side of the family."

Excited, they continued to pour through the documents. For the better part of
the next four hours, they searched, but it wasn't until they reached the last
folder in the box that they discovered what they were hoping to find.

'The Last Will and Testament of Joshua Hawke' as written by his partner and
friend Albert Guidry, Esq.

'I have written this will verbatim as Joshua Hawke has dictated it to me'.

'First, I want to assure you that I am entirely lucid and in control of my
faculties.

About six weeks ago, I traveled with my wife, Silver Fox and our son Ezekiel,
to her tribal lands southwest of Phoenix. I was introduced to the Chief, the
Medicine Man and the tribal elders. One evening I was invited to attend a
special ceremony, which, if I survived, would prove myself worthy to become a
member of the tribe.

The next morning I was stripped of my white man's clothes and given a
loincloth. I was escorted to a large tepee; there the Medicine Man and several
of the elders joined me. We sat in a circle and first passed around a pipe,
each man taking a long draw on what I assumed was filled with strong tobacco
of some sort. After several minutes, my vision began to blur and the interior
of the tent began to spin.

Off to the side within the tent was a pile of large stones, which practically
glowed from being super-heated by a fire at the bottom of the pile. Two young
braves took turns placing wet cloths over the stones, which soon filled the
tepee with steam. Cups of drinking water were passed around in an effort to
replace the sweat that was pouring out of our bodies; but it was a hopeless
effort.

I didn't know how much time had passed; I could barely discern the difference
between up and down. The Medicine Man was handed a small wooden bowl filled
with small round disc-like objects. He raised the bowl high as if offering it
up to the Great Spirit and then passed the bowl around, each person taking
several discs before passing it on. When it came to me, I followed suit,
taking three of the discs and, following their example, popped them into my
mouth and began to chew. Then he smiled at me and uttered one word, 'peyote',
and closed his eyes.

Within a few minutes, the inside of the tent seemed to fade into brilliant
colors and the faces of the elders became distorted. I closed my eyes, trying
to shut out these obvious distortions out of fear of these unsettling visions.

Suddenly, I was walking in the desert, the brilliant sun illuminating the
parched earth and the mountains to the east. As I walked, I became aware of
the fact that I was carrying a large sack over my shoulder. Suddenly two
figures appeared in front of me, walking in the same direction that I was, a
smaller bag over each's shoulder. One of these figures paused, put his bag
down, and turned east walking towards the mountains. The other continued
walking in front of me; and then suddenly, there were two again each carrying
a bag on his shoulder. The new person continued walking and I followed, while
the other stayed behind. This happened four more times and then everything
disappeared. I found myself back in the tepee; someone handed me a cup of a
bitter tea, which I gulped down. I could not keep my eyes open.

Once again, I found myself standing in the desert, at the foot of a large
mountain. I watched as a young man, carrying a bag over his shoulder, walked
slowly towards me seemingly coming directly out of the mountain. Behind him
was a group of Indians, they were women, but not squaws, these were warriors.
They walked in formation, the youngest at the perimeter of the group, ever
alert for trouble. In the center of the group were several elderly women, each
was being helped by a seemingly middle-aged woman. The final group of women
were also middle aged, but appeared to be no less capable of defending
themselves.

Bringing up the rear was another man, this one was dressed in a loincloth, on
his feet, he wore a pair of moccasins, and his hair was long, held by a
leather band tied around his forehead. He stopped at the end of the trail and
waved to me, as the rest continued past me heading west. When I turned back to
see if he was going to follow I discovered that he had vanished.

The next thing that I became aware of was that I was no longer inside the
tepee, but in the arms of my loving wife. I tried to tell her what I had seen,
but she placed a finger to my lips and whispered, "Those are your visions,
yours and yours alone. You are now one of us."

I slept the rest of the day until the next morning. I told her I wanted to
return to our home in Bisbee, that I had work to do and things to take care
of. She informed me that she and our son would not be returning to Bisbee and
that she would prepare a home there for us, for when I returned to her.

I returned to Bisbee still puzzled over the meaning of my dreams. During the
early morning hours of one of my many sleepless nights I had an epiphany; the
first two men that appeared I was sure were my sons. One was David; he had
already become established in the Bisbee business community. The other was
Ezekiel, he had remained behind in order to take care of his mother, I was not
sure what his future would hold, but according to my visions, his journey
would take a different path. I was sure that each successive new man who
appeared in my dream would be the offspring of the man before, my direct
decedents through David.

What still puzzled me was the second dream. I surmised that the young man was
the last of my descendants, the seventh son, but who was the other man, the
mountain man. He had no bag with him, and he waved to me as if he knew me. It
must have been my second son, Ezekiel, but who were the female warriors and
why were they with my sons. The seventh son appeared to be leading them
westward, but to where? In addition, why was my second son with them and why
would he not or could not follow them out of the mountains?

I pondered these questions for several days. I even told you, Albert, about my
visions. It was you, Albert, who gave me some answers. You had mentioned the
bags, that they must have some meaning. Maybe, you threw out; they were their
inheritances from their fathers. I thought about that and a key detail came to
me, one that I had overlooked even at the time of my visions. My bag had been
large and heavy at the beginning, but with each new descendent, my bag got
smaller and lighter, until when the last appeared I no longer held a bag at
all. It wasn't their inheritance from their fathers, it was from me, and it
was I bequeathing my fortune forward, in the last case, six generations
forward.

When I asked you if it could be done, you said you had never heard of such a
thing before, but that it was my money, I could do with it what I wanted, and
only my sons could contest the will. I told you that there was little chance
of that; that David knew very little about the extent of my wealth and that
Ezekiel knew nothing at all. When I asked you what you thought the reason was
that they were heading west, you said maybe to join the rest of the tribe on
the reservation. I thought there was more to it than that, maybe it was to
unite these females with my wife's descendants; but that couldn't be it,
unless she had taken a lover in my absence, her descendants would be our
descendants. The answer was there, I just could not see it, yet.

I had you draw up the will dividing my estate into eight equal parts, one to
my wife, one each to my two sons, and then one each in trust for each of the
first-born males starting with David's son and going forward. Each of the
trusts would have two beneficiaries. One would be the descendent himself, he
could only withdraw fifty percent of the value at the time he inherited the
trust, and the other beneficiary would be a remainder trust whose beneficiary
would be the seventh son, who would inherit that trust at the age of forty.

The J.S. Morgan Company was chosen as the investment manager for these six
trusts and given free rein to invest the assets as they deemed prudent.'

"I have written this will in narrative form so that future generations will
have some understanding as to why Joshua did what he did. I hope and pray that
everything turns out as well as he hoped. And that if it doesn't, that no one
should blame me for only doing what my client, friend and partner has
requested."

Jason and Maria sat back in their chairs and tried to digest all that they had
learned. Maria was in charge of maintaining the family tree program, so she
turned on her portable computer and entered a second spouse for Joshua named
Silver Fox Hawke and their son Ezekiel Hawke. They now had a physical tie to
the Reservation but they still did not have a link to the Hawkes from the
reservation.

Jason, on the other hand, was bothered by something that kept gnawing at the
back of his mind. He was missing something, he was sure they had it; they just
could not see it. He was staring at the name Ezekiel that he had written on
his note pad, as he absentmindedly doodled next to it. His attention was
suddenly draw to one of his doodles - e-Z-E-K-i-E-l.

"Oh my god," he shouted, earning himself a withering look from several other
researchers in the room, as he scrambled through his notes until he found what
he was looking for.

"Maria look, in the journal of Samuel Strong, he mentions the name of the
foreman of the miners, the one who was kidnapped by the warriors from the lost
tribe. He called him Zeke. That's what someone would call himself if he wanted
to shorten his name from Ezekiel, especially to a group of miners. The timing
seems right."

"And it ties in with Joshua's visions. He left his inheritance with his
mother, and tried to make his own fortune the way his father had done,
searching for gold."

"And if he was kidnapped by the tribe, he would have been required to father
the next generation of warriors, just like I was. You know what that means
don't you.

"That Joshua's son fathered, at least one whole generation of the lost tribe,
and that since the current tribe are the direct descendants of that
generation, they too are related to Joshua"

"And if that's the case, then you, Carlita, and Anna are also distantly
related to me. It's my children that are the uniting of the Hawk bloodline."
"Wow, we did it. That was the true goal of Joshua's visions, to re-unite the
family bloodline. But I still want to nail down the link to the reservation."

They returned home as quickly as they could; they could not wait to tell the
good news to Carlita.

"Thank goodness, and then it's done. I have been feeling a little neglected
lately. You have been spending all your time in those archives and I have been
stuck here in the house working all by myself. I think this calls for a
celebration and I know just what I'd like to do."

Carlita pulled Maria aside and whispered in her ear for a few minutes.

"Sounds good to me. Come with me Jason, we have to change into our workout
clothes and then join Carlita down in the gym."

Maria grabbed Jason's hand and practically dragged him upstairs. When Jason
was dressed, he called out to Maria.

"Maria, are you ready?"

"Why don't you go ahead; I'll join you in a few minutes."

Not suspecting anything, Jason made his way down to the gym. He was a little
surprised that only some of the lights were turned on. The open mat area was
mostly lit by the moonlight coming from through the patio sliding door and the
low wattage wall sconces that lined the area.

"Carlita are you here, where are you?"

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and out stepped Carlita, dressed as she was
when he had first seen her. She was naked from the waist up. Her shoulders
were wide, capped with well-defined muscles; her chest was well developed,
topped with obviously enhanced round globes, which appeared to defy gravity.
Her waist was narrow which served to enhance the movement of her generous
hips. She displayed a much defined set of abs and with well-muscled legs she
slowly crossed the room until she was standing directly in front of him, much
closer than he would have felt comfortable with had it not been her or one of
her sisters. As he reached up to caress her arms, she suddenly shoved him
backwards until he nearly fell.

"You're no longer scared of me, are you? That is a pity. I liked it when you
were scared; I could feel the fear; I could see it in your eyes. I think I'm
going to have to beat you until I do."

Without hesitation, Jason turned and tried to flee; but it was too late. She
pounced onto his back and with the skill of a vicious predator drove him down
to the mat. She grabbed a handful of his hair and slowly raised his head
backwards off the mat. If this had been her stage show, she would have reached
for her knife and slit his throat from ear to ear. Instead, she leaned over
and, taking his ear between her lips slowly sucked and bit it. Then she
whispered, "you're mine now; Maria was a little tired so she's going to take a
little nap and maybe, so are you."

She reached one of her powerful arms around his neck and began to squeeze.
Jason could feel the muscles of her arms bulge as it tightened around him.
Quickly he began to feel light headed and, as his vision began to fade, he
ceased to struggle and his body fell limp under her.

Wasting little time Carlita turned him over onto his back and stripped him
bare. She was pleased with the fact that even though it had taken little time
for her to subdue him, he had obviously become sexually aroused. His member
was almost totally erect even as he slept a dreamless sleep. Quickly she
removed her loincloth and the leather ties from above her biceps and stood
over him.

His eyes began to flicker open and his arms began to flail as they had before.

"Did you have a nice nap?" She said, as she looked down on him as he became
very aware of his precarious situation. And yet, at the same time, the blood
that had previously been cut off from his brain, began to pulse into his cock
until it began to twitch with every beat of his heart.

"I'm glad that I still arouse you. Maybe in a couple of more months you won't
find me so desirable. We will have to satisfy your hunger soon, but not just
yet. First, I want to play with my food a little bit."

She quickly yanked him to his feet and just as quickly slammed him back down
on the mat. She repeated the move a second time. She hauled him back to his
feet a third time, but instead of slamming him down again, she moved behind
him and captured his arms in a full nelson, turned him towards the mirrored
wall so that he could see and understand the power she had over him and then
leaned backwards pulling his feet off the mat.

"You know I could dislocate both your shoulders if I wanted to; but I like you
too much to ever really hurt you. Instead we'll play a little game called pain
and reward; you've already experienced the pain, now for the reward."

Still maintaining the hold, she modified it by capturing his right wrist in
her left hand, freeing her right hand, which reached around his runner's body,
captured his very stiff and swollen erection, and began to stroke him.

"I wonder how long it will take for you to cum; not long I imagine; but that
would be an awful waste."

She paused, not really sure, what kind of abuse she wanted to inflict upon
him. When she suddenly spied her sister walking down the stairs.

"Oh look," she said with glee, "I guess Maria wasn't as tired as she thought."

She turned Jason, still helpless in her deadly embrace, to face the staircase.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Maria turned and slowly approached
them.

"I couldn't find any clean workout clothes to wear. I hope you don't mind
Jason."

"Maria, you're just in time. I'm not sure how much longer Jason can control
himself and I really don't want him to cum all over the mats. Could you take
care of him for me?"

"It would be my pleasure."

She stood right in front of him, leaned down slightly and gave him a
toe-curling kiss, which had him quivering with desire.

"I think you'd better hurry, Maria, it won't be long now."

Maria slowly sank to her knees in front of him as she dragged her long
manicured nails down his body. Noting the condition of his cock, she quickly
opened her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around its nearly purple head.

"Oh my God; I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

Maria engulfed him just as his body overwhelmed his willpower. To Jason, it
felt as if he was being turned inside out as Maria sucked frantically on his
overstimulated member. Four, five, six spurts of his essence splashed against
the back of her throat as she swallowed desperately trying to keep up with the
torrent. Then his legs seemed to turn to rubber and he would have collapsed if
Carlita did not have a good hold of him.

She eased him onto the mats, his unseeing eyes seemingly fixed onto the
ceiling.

"Mmmmm, that was good, but it looks like we're going to have to wait awhile
before he'll be any use to either of us." Maria exclaimed with a mischievous
grin. "Since I got the first load, I'll give you first choice; which end do
you want, heads or tails?"

"I'll let you get payback for your oral action, you can have his face, and
I'll take that glorious cock of his. Then later, we can switch and I'll force
feed him whatever he gives me."

"And that's why they've always referred to you as the evil one."

For the next two hours, Jason was subjected to a very exhausting but
satisfying muscle fuck, he lost count of how many times he had cummed or how
many times he nearly drowned as the woman on his face took her pleasure from
him. In the end, the women had to carry him upstairs and place him between
them on their bed.

___________________________

Two weeks later after a well-deserved break, the two researchers took up their
task once again. Maria returned to the reservation and resumed her search,
while Jason began his narrative of all that they had learned. He ultimately
wanted to write a book about the Hawkes and the Amazonians, but knew in his
heart that he could never get permission to have it published, so he typed it
in journal form, content to have it all written for future generations of the
tribe to study and learn about their heritage.

Chapter Six: Two New Members of the Tribe Are Born

Jason watched as his two lovers slowly lost their girlish figures. Not that he
was any less attracted to either of them, in fact, it was just the opposite,
and to him they never looked more beautiful. This was one of the things that
he regretted about leaving the valley before Anna gave birth.

"I can't go down there again. I just don't have the energy anymore."

"Then don't Maria; this is not a race. Let it go for a while, just concentrate
on the baby." Jason said as he rubbed her shoulders, helping to relax her
obviously tense muscles. He marveled at how her body looked, how they both
looked, from the back you would never know that they were into their eighth
month. Although they had both lost their waistlines and their hips were
slightly more pronounced; it wasn't until they turned sideways, that their
extended bellies became obvious.

"Ooooh, that looks good," said Carlita as she entered the bedroom after her
morning workout; "I'm next. Then you can join me in the shower."

"Maybe I'll join you as well."

Jason laughed. "I don't think there's room in there for the five of us; but
you can join me after I take care of Carlita."

Their showers took nearly an hour and by the end, Jason could barely stand but
boy was he relaxed.

_____________________

All during the pregnancy, they had seen their obstetrician and had taken
natural childbirth classes. Jason had been introduced as the father of both
babies, which earned him more than a few withering looks from the feminists in
the group and hidden looks of respect from the expectant fathers.

As their due dates approached, they confirmed their final arrangements with
the birthing center of their local hospital. Because money doesn't just talk,
it screams, when faced with any obstruction to its owner's desire, they were
able to share one of the birthing rooms. This way Jason, as coach, could be
available to both expectant mothers.

Their contractions started within an hour of each other. Jason got the car
packed and ready, while the ladies changed and prepared themselves for the
event to come. From early afternoon, the contractions were sporadic at first,
but by late evening, they were regular and more frequent. Maria and Carlita
made a game out of this first stage of active labor. They went to the kitchen
and with each contraction paced around the breakfast table and after the
contraction passed, they squatted.

"Should you two be doing that," Jason asked with a worried expression on his
face.

"Absolutely, it will help us to dilate faster. In the valley, many of the
women continue their workday as if nothing has changed. Anna told us that she
only stopped working about two hours before her child was born."

When the time between their contractions was about five minutes, Jason called
their doctor.

"Okay, since you're about an hour away, I think it would be a good idea for
you to leave now; I'll meet you there."

The hardest part of the trip was the very beginning; getting two very pregnant
women in to the back of his SUV. As they traveled, Maria said, "I hope our
water doesn't break, it would be a shame to ruin the leather seats."

Jason looked at them both in the rearview mirror and just smiled. "Don't you
worry about the seats, just pray that we don't hit any traffic jams, or I'll
have to deliver the babies myself."

When they reached the center, the women were wheeled into the facility, while
Jason parked the car and checked in at the desk.

"We have a little bit of an issue," the attendant at the front desk exclaimed,
"Your insurance company is refusing to cover both of the women. They say that
they can't both be your common law wives."

"Don't worry, I'll pay for the one that they refuse to pay for," he said as he
handed her his credit card." Would a fifty-thousand-dollar deposit be
sufficient for now?"

The attendant accepted the card and was more than a little shocked when the
charge was approved.

"I anticipated this happening so I made arrangements with the credit card
company. Can I go in now?"

"Have a seat over there; a nurse will be out shortly to get you."

When Jason finally was let inside, he found both women in their birthing
chairs and their doctor calmly talking to them. "It looks like you both are
doing great. It shouldn't be long now. I wish all my mothers kept themselves
in as good shape as you two."

She turned as Jason came into the room. "You cut it a little close, but
they're all set now for the final push so to speak. I'll be back in a little
while to check on them again."

Jason assumed his position as coach between them, offering his right hand to
Maria and his left hand to Carlita, just as the head nurse entered the room.
He looked up just in time to catch the expression of absolute disgust on her
face. Apparently, she had just been told that he was the father of both
babies. He was grateful that she did not have a scalpel in her hand because
she looked like she would have castrated him if she could.

And then the next contraction hit.

"Okay, concentrate, breathe and push," he coached to them. After about a
minute as the contraction passed he wiped Maria's forehead as she smiled up at
him; and then he turned to Carlita so he could do the same for her.

"You did this to me. You just wait until we get out of here. We're going to
see if you can breathe and push and deal with the pain." She still had his
hand in hers and suddenly he felt as if his hand was just run over by a truck.

Thankfully, the doctor returned and after examining both of them, announced
that the crown of the head was clearly visible. "You're almost done; one more
good push should do it."

It actually took two. Carlita's baby came out first, right into the waiting
hands of the doctor. She had just enough time to hand the newly born baby girl
to the head nurse and get in position in front of Maria when she gave one last
push and her baby came into this world.

"Okay coach, you can step outside in the hall for a few minutes while we clean
up here and check out the babies; but from what I could see they are both very
healthy and very beautiful baby girls. Now go, daddy."

Jason was allowed back in about thirty minutes later. Both women were holding
their newly born girls to their chests and had smiles a mile wide on their
faces. He looked down at each, gave four kisses and looked as proud as he
could be.

"I'm a father."

It was Maria who looked him in the eye and exclaimed. "You've been a father
for nearly three years."

"In fact fourteen times already if my count is correct."

Jason turned to them both, "but this is different. I can see them, feel them,
watch them grow up; and I can love them." The tears of joy streamed down his
creeks as his new reality hit home.

After a one-night stay in the hospital, Maria and her child Jennifer and
Carlita and her child Rebecca were released. The ride home took longer than it
should have because the proud father spent most of the drive in the slow lane
barely doing forty-five miles per hour.

When they finally arrived home, Jason led the women up to the nursery, but
when he opened the door, he stopped short and stared. He hadn't been allowed
to enter the room since Anna had been there. The room was one giant mural. It
had been painted depicting the walls of the valley, there were figures of
Native Americans; children and mothers, on every wall, scenes of everyday life
in the valley and the ceiling had been painted a pale blue, the color of the
desert sky in late summer, with white puffy clouds and cherubs looking down
from the clouds over each of the cribs.

"I bet you never realized that Carlita was such a talented artist."

"My God, it's gorgeous. When did you have time to do this?"

"I had nothing but time since you were so wrapped up in your quest. Besides,
once I had my general idea of how I wanted it to look, it went pretty
quickly."

Jason's gaze was still traveling around the room when he spotted her. Anna was
standing in the open entrance to her cave, holding her baby, and pointing
directly at him, as if saying, "See there's your father; I told you he would
be here soon."

He turned and as a tear dripped down his cheek, he kissed Carlita. "Thank
You."

"We know you miss the both of them; we wanted to remind you every day of what
awaits you back in the valley. Someday, maybe sooner than you think, you'll be
with them again."

______________________

It took about three months for the women to whip their bodies back into shape
and much of that time Jason was forced into a life of celibacy. Not that he
ever complained; it was just that they both looked so desirable. They did
grant him some measure of relief from time to time and if the truth were told,
they both were just as frustrated as he was.

The night of the celebration of the girls' three-month birthday, Jason was
awakened in the middle of the night by two beautiful, very naked, and very
horny women, who wouldn't take no for an answer.

It was sometime near dawn before they finally were fully sated.

"How are we going to explain our relationship to the girls when they get
older?" Jason said to no one in particular as he stared at the ceiling, a very
satisfied woman under each arm."

"Don't worry about that now; we have plenty of time before that will become a
problem." Carlita had said as she rubbed his chest.

Maria chimed in, "It's like they taught us in Sunday school. 'Oh Great Spirit,
Give us the Strength to accept the things that we cannot change, the Courage
to change the things we can; and the Wisdom to know the difference.' We're
just going to have to go with the flow about that when the time comes."

__________________________

A month later Maria was ready to return to her quest and Jason was more than
happy to take up the slack at home in her absence.

After six long, hot, sweaty months, Marie found the document she was searching
for. It was a deed to a parcel of land on the outer edge of the reservation.
The land was sandy, too sandy for growing crops or grazing animals even with
irrigation. Silver Fox Hawke had purchased it in memory of her lost son. There
were several deed restrictions written into the document. The most interesting
as far as Maria was concerned was the fact that only descendants of Joshua
Hawke could own the land. That anyone who lived on the property had to be
named Hawke and that they must prove that they were the direct descendants of
any of several children that Silver Fox Hawke had adopted before her death in
1912. And finally, that any marriage of a Hawke descendant must take on the
family name and are bound to uphold their sacred duty to care for and educate
a female baby that would be presented to them every twenty years or so.

"That's it then. That explains why my mother was named Hawke; she is a direct
descendant of Silver Fox Hawke. This deed guarantees that each successive
generation from her would be named Hawke even if they married someone other
than a 'Hawke'. It also explains why my sisters and I are all named 'Hawke'
even though we are not descended from Silver Fox. Our stepmother gave us the
name 'Hawke' so that we could live under her roof, she couldn't have known
that we were actually descendants of Joshua Hawke.

Jason was reeling from the latest implications. "And that means that all of my
children are entitled to own the land. We'll have to have a lawyer figure out
how to change those deed restrictions; otherwise we'll have an ownership war
on our hands."

It took a little over two years, but after some legal maneuverings and an
agreement between the only known descendant of Joshua Hawke and the only known
descendants of Silver Fox Hawke, all of the deed restrictions were dropped and
the title to the land was placed in a perpetual trust for the benefit of all
current and future descendants of Joshua Hawke. Lawyers for the tribe tried to
convince Maria and Carlita that they were giving up their rights to the land
for little or no compensation but they insisted that they understood what they
were doing and that there was no coercion or undue influence placed upon them.
They could not reveal that they were both 'married' to Jason and that each of
their children were direct descendants of Joshua Hawke; and they certainly
wouldn't and couldn't reveal the existence of nearly twenty more direct
descendants of Joshua Hawke.

Chapter Seven: The Death of Running Deer

Early one summer evening, Jason was sitting on the back steps of their house,
enjoying the evening breeze and the peaceful quiet of the desert landscape.
The hikers had long since abandoned the trail below them for the evening.
Looking up at the Superstition Mountains, searching for any form of life, he
spied none, but he knew that life was there; more than most people realized,
you just had to know where to look.

Inside the house, there was plenty of life. His daughters, Jenny and Becky had
only recently turned thirteen, full of life and wonder; they were the joy of
his life. Maria, Jenny's mom, was also inside, dealing with the rambunctious
teenagers and trying to proof read his journal detailing their search for the
Amazonians, the lost tribe.

Just as he was about to get up, intending to go back inside, he spotted her as
she headed down the trail out of the mountains. Carlita had made the weekly
trip up the trail and to the hidden valley, to see if they needed anything and
to especially check on how their sister was doing.

Jason watched as she steadily descended the trail, her regal stature
projecting an air of confidence and urgency. When she reached the cutoff that
turned up towards their house, Jason could just make out the expression of
sadness on her face.

"There's been another death in the valley."

"That's the third in less than a year, who this time?"

Carlita exhaled slowly, "Running Deer, Anna's grandmother."

"I've got to go to her." He said as he turned to enter the house.

"Yes, but no just yet. She said she will meet you at the spring pond at
midnight tonight."

"How will she know when it's midnight?"

"I left her my watch. Come, let's go inside and tell Maria and then we can
make the arrangements to get you there and back."

_______________

Jason was just getting his hiking boots out of the closet, when Maria
approached him.

"Jason, for nearly fifteen years we have lived together, loved together,
raised two beautiful children together, and you have never made one attempt to
escape or contact the outside world or endanger the tribe in any way. I think
you have earned the right to make this trip on your own. We will see you in
the morning. Give her our love and make sure she knows that if she needs
anything, anything at all, all she has to do is ask."

The darkness was almost absolute. There was no moon, and very little ambient
light in the area; only the far off light of countless stars that seemingly
filled the night sky lighted the trail. It took about a half hour for him to
ascend to the end of the trail and to climb to the far side of the pond, where
he sat on a large rock and waited for her.

He waited about a half an hour, and then, she just seemed to appear in front
of him. He stood and took in her beauty. At her forehead, a leather strap held
her wavy red hair off her face. She wore an animal skin cape to ward off the
desert night chill and moccasins on her feet; but other than that she was
dressed just as he remembered her.

"Thank you for coming."

"Did you think I would not be here and give up the chance to see you again? I
only wish you could have brought our daughter with you, but I understand why
you could not. I'm so sorry for your loss; she was a good woman."

"Oh Jason," she cried and fell into his outstretched arms. He held her tightly
as the dam broke on her pent up grief. He intuitively understood that because
of her status as High Priestess this was probably the first time she had
allowed herself to truly grieve for herself and her loss.

When her sobbing finally ceased she stood in front of him and apologized for
her weakness.

"Come sit with me," he said indicating the blanket covered rock where he had
been sitting. "There is no need for an apology, and certainly not to me. I
grieve for her loss as well and I only barely knew her. She was your
grandmother; you've known her for more than half your life."

"It's more than that. She was my ally on the council; the tie to the past, the
calming influence, the wisdom of age; and now she's gone. Even though in
recent years, she and my mother had reconciled their differences and the fact
that my relationship with Starry has, more or less, become amicable, there is
still the fact that Starry is now the eldest member of the tribe and it is
only she and I that remain from the council that you remember. Now we are
outnumbered by the three other members from my generation.

"There are times that I feel like I'm losing control of the tribe. I fear for
us all. We are losing our identity. The outside world is bearing down on us.
Our children are beginning to question everything we do and believe. I'm
scared."

Jason held her in his arms once again, this time to assure her that everything
was going to be all right. However, in his mind, he was trying to relive his
last meeting with Starry Sky and, in particular, their last conversation.
Remembering Maria's short but profound prayer from Sunday school, he asked for
wisdom, and decided that he would not reveal the content of that conversation.
It was not the time to dump even more worry onto her shoulders.

Jason, wishing to distract her from her self-doubt, asked, "How is Summer
Rain?"

The smile returned to Anna's face. "She's doing well; she's getting so big.
She has been very helpful to me. And you'll never guess who her best friend
is; 'Angry Sky', she's Starry's daughter. They are inseparable; but I guess
that was inevitable since they are so closely related. Maybe that's part of
the reason why my mom and I are getting along."

"Angry Sky?"

"She was born during one of those rainless thunderstorms that we seem to have
ever more frequently. The rain falls on the other side of the mountains and
all we see are the bolts of lightning lighting up the night sky."

For a while they sat in silence, then Anna got to her feet, "You should go,
I'm sure my sisters are worried about letting you come here alone. I told them
not to worry; that you had proved yourself to be loyal to the tribe and that
you'd never do anything to betray us."

Jason took her in his arms and hugged her tightly to his body. "I love you so
much. I told Carlita to never paint over the mural. That's our office now.
Your image is the last thing I see before leaving the office."

Just as he was about to leave, he turned to her and asked. "Where have you
buried Running Deer? Maybe someday I can come up here and stand over her grave
and pray."

"Oh, we don't bury our dead here. The ground is far too hard for that. We
believe that once you die, your spirit is released and joins with that of the
Great Spirit, so the body becomes just an empty shell. For health and sanitary
reasons, we carry the body out of our valley and place it on the ground in the
valley next to ours. It takes about two years for the naked body to completely
disappear. We know the desert insects and animals feed on the body and
eventually scatter the bones. There's no need to pray over her, because she's
no longer there."

She turned and disappeared back the way she came.

Jason, when he could no longer see her, turned as well and headed back to the
trail. For the next thirty minutes, he was deep in thought. He knew he had to
do something to help them; the beginning of a plan was slowly forming in his
mind.

After arriving home, instead of heading for bed, he went to the office instead
and pondered what to do next. He pulled out his journal and after reading
several key areas and his notes corresponding to those areas, he knew where
his plan would start.

He had to contact his father; and for that, he had to have the permission of
his keepers.

Suddenly too tired to keep his eyes open, he folded his arms on the desk,
rested his head, and soon was fast asleep.

It was a frantic pair of women that finally found him still asleep at his desk
early the next morning.

"Here you are, you had us worried sick when we woke up this morning to find
your bed unslept in. Have you been here all night? We never heard you come
home."

"The tribe's in trouble and Anna has no idea how deep that trouble is or how
to fix it. Honestly, I do not think it is fixable. We have to help them; we
have to prepare for the inevitable collapse of the tribe as they know it and
bring them, kicking and screaming if we have to, into the twentieth-first
century."

He spent the next hour explaining what he meant and what they had to do.

"But first I have to call my father."

Chapter Eight: The Phone Call

"Your father?" They shouted in unison, "We didn't realize he was still alive;
you never mentioned him so we just assumed he was dead."

"He and my mother, I have one of those, too, live in Europe. Actually in
Tuscany, Italy, on what can only be described as a palatial estate once owned
by the Medici family. When he married my mother, he promised her that once I
graduated from college and after I got my Master's degree that, they would
sell their home in Scottsdale and move to Europe. He found a run-down villa in
the Italian countryside outside of Florence and for the next five years hired
a contractor and had the villa completely restored. They moved there about
sixteen years ago right after I met you two lovely ladies."

"But why do you have to contact him."

"I think he knows a lot more about all this than we think. I want to get
whatever information I can so I can start what I have to do."

"When do you want to call?"

"Right after breakfast, I'm starved."

It was just before eight o'clock when they finished breakfast and adjourned to
the office. The girls were still asleep; so behind the closed door, Jason,
looked through his contact information, until he found his father's name and
number. He placed the phone on speaker and after several moments of silence,
it began to ring.

"Hello, Son. I've been wondering when I was going to get this call."

Jason sat in stunned silence, and only after hearing his father's laughter,
began to speak. "Hi Dad, you were expecting me to call; why?"

"Because I know about your search for the lost tribe of the Amazonian's. I
have known since before you were born. It was my job to get you started on
your quest. Joshua was a true visionary in every sense of the word."

Once again, Jason was speechless.

"Jason, how's it going? How are you? Are you well?"

There was another few moments of silence, and then, Carlita and Maria, could
not remain silent any longer, "Hi Mr. Hawke."

"Jason, who was that? It sounded like two voices, very sweet young ladies by
the sounds of their voices."

"They are my wives."

"Both of them?"

"It's complicated."

"I can imagine."

"You also have two thirteen-year old granddaughters."

"Let me guess; it's complicated."

"You have no idea. I won't even begin to try to explain about the other
complexities in our lives right now."

"Okay, I can deal with that for now, but what should I tell your mother?"

"At this point, just tell her I'm well, extremely happy and as soon as I can
get my life settled I'll come see the two of you."

"Alright, I'll try. But now, let's get down to the reason for your call."

"Dad, when I inherited the trust, was there any paperwork that came with it?
Any explanations of what it was for and what I was supposed to do with it?"

"Yes, there was, but I was forbidden to share it with you until you contacted
me and asked for it. In addition, I was only to give it to you if you
accomplished what you set out to do. Did you?"

After looking to Carlita and Maria, and getting their approval, he answered,
"Yes, I found the lost tribe."

"You mean you found the actual remnants of their lost civilization?"

"No, I found the tribe itself, or what's left of it. There were seventeen
members of the tribe still alive, living in a small valley in the Superstition
Mountains."

Now there was only silence coming from the speaker of his phone.

"That's unbelievable. How could they live there all these years and no one
ever know it."

"Again, it's complicated. However, you have to promise me, you won't ever say
anything to anyone about this, not even to Mom. No one outside of our family
can know of their existence. I'm going to need about five more years to do
what I believe I have to do. Dad, and for what I'm going to do, I'm going to
need lots of money."

There was laughter coming from his father.

"Jason, you have no idea how much you actually have, do you? I'm the one who
should be asking you for money."

"No Dad, I'm not asking you for money, just information. I have to have some
idea of what funds I'm going to have available to me before I begin planning
out what I have to do. Once I start, there will be no turning back; I'll only
get one crack at this and I want to do it right."

"Okay, Jason, since you put it that way. When I inherited my trust it was
worth a little over $100,000,000, you can assume that yours at that time was
about the same. I received access to fifty percent of that amount; while yours
remained intact and continued to grow. It takes roughly eight years for an
account to double in value based on an average return of nine percent per
year. The lower the rate of return the longer it takes. Your trust had an even
longer time to grow. When you received access to your trust at age twenty-one,
it was worth over $500,000,000. So, assuming that you haven't blown it all on
wine, women and song; excuse me, ladies, no offense given, there should still
be plenty of money in the trust; probably a lot more than when you first got
it."

Jason was stunned, and he could see the astonished looks on the faces of
Carlita and Maria.

"Jason, are you still there?" He said with a chuckle. "And then there is the
remainder trust; do you know about that?"

"We've uncovered a transcript from Joshua's partner and attorney, which
outlined his last will and testament. It was mentioned there, but no real
specifics."

"Well, I don't have any specific information on it either. However, if you
figure that the remainder deposit just from my trust was fifty million and if
they made a ten percent return on the trust assets from then until now, I
figure the remainder trust is worth a minimum of two and a half."

"Million?" Jason exclaimed with a touch of disappointment in his voice.

"Not million," he said with a gleeful note in his voice, "Billion, with a 'b';
and if it's anything less, you'd better fire those money managers."

The silence in the room was deafening; the three on them just sat there,
trying to imagine all the good that that amount of money could do.

"Jason, Jason, are you still with me?"

After a moment of hesitation, Jason finally found his voice.

"Yeah Dad, I'm still here; just overwhelmed, that's all."

"I'm not surprised. Getting back to why you called. If you remember when we
last saw each other, I gave you a small key, which you placed on your key ring
if I remember correctly. At that time, I told you that that key could unlock
the answers to your questions. It is the key to my safe deposit box at the
Wells Fargo branch next to my old office. Your paper work is in that box,
along with mine. It should answer all your questions. Good luck with your
plans. Call me if you need anything, and for your mother's sake, come visit
sooner than later; and don't forget to bring your wives and kids."

After hanging up, he looked across the desk at the two of them and said,

"Could you just imagine the five of us, along with Anna and Summer Rain, and
all the others getting off a chartered jet at some private airfield in Italy
and me introducing them all as my kids; not to mention you three as my wives.
It would kill her for sure."

Maria, didn't bother to answer his hypothetical question, instead replied,
"Let's get dressed and head over to the bank. I am dying to see what those
documents have to say. They could supply additional information that would
fill in any gaps that our search failed to find."

Chapter Nine: The Contents of the Box Revealed

It took about two hours for the three of them to change, let the kids know
where they were going and approximately what time they would return, and drive
to downtown Phoenix. At the bank, Jason presented his identification and his
key. After waiting another ten minutes, they were led to a small room. The
safety deposit box was brought in moments later.

"Take as much time as you need. When you are done, just lock the box and leave
it on the desk. Just pick up the phone, it will ring at my desk and I'll come
in and retrieve the box."

When they were alone with the box, Jason turned the key and lifted the lid. In
the box, there were two large, yellowed with age, envelopes. One was address
to Jason, the other to his father.

It was Maria who said, "Let's do this in order; open your father's envelope
first."

Jason picked up the envelope and dumped the contents onto the desk. There were
two additional envelopes, the first was also yellowed with age; the other, a
more contemporary envelope with the name and address of JP Morgan printed on
it.

Once again, Jason picked up the older envelope; on the front of the envelope
was a single word, written in flowing handwriting, 'SIXTH'. Inside was a
single sheet of yellowed paper.

'To Number Six,

'You are the keeper of the knowledge. The others before you had no reason to
know anything about the future. Their only responsibility was to produce a
male heir. On you, however, falls the heavier burden. You must produce a male
heir, and equally important, you must instill in that heir the love of history
and the desire to search the past, in order to discover the truth about what
happen to my son and his descendants.

'You must keep this secret from him, including the knowledge of what, I
assume, will be the immense wealth that he will inherit. For him to know about
this before he completes his task will surely impede, and perhaps, thwart his
thirst for the knowledge he will need to acquire.

'Therefore you must keep this information from him until he asks for it. In
addition, you must be sure that he has completed what he has set out to
accomplish before you inform him of his next task.

'He must use the wealth of the remainder trust to provide a home and wellbeing
of those he will find, and who he will lead out of the wilderness. I have seen
this in a vision and I truly believe that it will be so.'

'The Lord's blessings be onto you, and through his goodness may he give both
you and your son the strength to perceiver in completing your assigned tasks.

The letter was signed by Joshua Hawke.

The second envelope contained a detailed statement of the assets held in his
trust as of June 30. The total asset value was $101,512,334.07. There was also
a detailed set of instructions indicating how he could get access to fifty
percent of that value and what would be done with the rest of the funds after
his amount was withdrawn. There was also a letter from the Executive Vice
President of the company informing him that upon the birth of his first male
heir, that he should contact him immediately with his name, social security
number, and date of birth. His final instructions were to keep his contact
information current so that once his heir turned twenty-one, arrangements
could be made to distribute the contents of final trust.

They all sat starring at the unopened second envelope. Maria stood, still
holding the letter from Joshua.

"I'm going to get a copy made of this so we don't have to remove your Dad's
original from the bank. I'll be right back."

When she returned a few minutes later with the original and a copy for their
files, she found Jason holding the second large envelope, which was addressed
to him.

His hands were visibly shaking as he broke the seal of the envelope and
removed two smaller envelopes, one yellowed with age and the other from the
investment company.

After staring at the single word scrawled on the front, 'Seventh', he
carefully inserted his finger under the flap and popped it open. He removed
the neatly folded pages from the envelope and began to read aloud.

To Number Seven,

To you falls the hardest task of all. You must first search back in time, at
least one hundred and twenty years, I figure; learn everything you can about
my family and me. Then you have to locate a small tribe of Indians somewhere
in the eastern mountains and discover what happen to them, why there were only
females and what relationship my son had with them.

If you are reading this letter then I must assume that you have, indeed,
accomplished what you first set out to do. Bravo; now comes the hard part. It
is you who will lead these female warriors out of the mountains and bring them
west to where, exactly, I do not know. I can only assume that it will be to
the lands that my second wife lives on. They will be your responsibility. You
will have to provide for them until they can provide for themselves. That is
why I set up the remainder trust; use it wisely.

As a favor to me, can you please find out all you can about my second son
Ezekiel Hawke? I promised his mother that I would never stop searching for
him; but I ran out of time. If you learn the truth of his disappearance,
please pass that knowledge forward to your descendants so that his life does
not get lost forever.

Thank you,

Joshua Hawke

After several moments of silence, Maria said, "That was a little bit of a
bummer. We didn't learn anything that we haven't already learned on our own."

Jason picked up the second envelope and carefully opened it. He turned to the
summary page and gasped. 'Your Account Valuation is $512,151,928.15.' He
slumped back onto his chair as he let the women read the statement.

"And that was over 18 years ago; it could have doubled and doubled again if
what your father said was true and the investment managers were any good."

Jason picked up the letter addressed to him from the Chief Executive Officer.

'Jason,

Congratulations on reaching your twenty-first birthday. We have been waiting
for this day for over one hundred years. We believe we have done a very good
job at maximizing the growth of your trust and still being prudent investors.

We look forward to the day that you turn forty years of age. At that time, we
will be turning over the final trust account to you. Please keep us informed
as to your current contact information.

It has been our pleasure to service your account and hope you are pleased with
our results.

"I guess I don't have to worry about running out of money anytime soon," he
quipped as Maria and Carlita rushed to his side. "Now we can start planning
for the future.

The End of Part 2

I want to thank you for reading Part 2 of The Lost Tribe.

Part 3 of the Lost Tribe has been completed and will be posted shortly.

I would appreciate any comments that you care to make. This has been my COVID
19 story. It has been what has kept me sane for all these months.

SR

Submissiveromanticone(at)Gmail(dot)com