Cold Camp Hand Job

Camp first night since fleeing Shadar Logoth and being separated from the rest of the traveling party.

“Perrin, your lips are blue and your clothes are still wet, give them here,” Egwene ordered as the sunset on their small campsite among the pine trees.

Perrin was freezing. In the cool evening air, his body shivered as the sun sank lower in the sky. After the deep dunking in the river even a day of walking and the occasional ride on Bela had not dried his clothes or relieved the cold from his bones. He lost his horse, cloak, and meager possessions as he swam to safety. While Egwene made camp, he had brushed Bela’s coat and used the feed bag with a small handful of oats to feed her. She had been watered earlier. Now he knelt by the fire his mind foggy having only eaten a small wedge of cheese on a hard cracker for super. Egwene spoke to him, reaching out a hand. It took a moment to process what Egwene had said.

“What, my clothes?” he said numbly. He was having trouble focusing. Had it really just been last night they were running for their lives from the Myrddraal and Trollocs as they escaped the cursed city.

He stood looking at the small fire that Egwene had made while he tended Bela. A simple circle of stones encircling a small crackling flame. He dropped a few small pieces of wood he had feathered with his axe head on the flames. Still, he was not warm. The small kettle used for boiling water was sitting on a rock in the fire. The firelight barely lit the small hollow of ground they had taken shelter in.

“I will give you my cloak for now,” Egwene said as she untied her heavy traveling cloak from her slender shoulders.

He was cold, back in Emond’s Field she was treated like an apprentice Wisdom, having learned some of Nynaeve’s knowledge. Egwene had worked hard after the attack in Two Rivers to save lives and give comfort. So tonight, as he shivered cold, he listened to her orders.

Perrin stood and unbuttoned his wet coat and handed it over to Egwene who dropped it over a piece of cordage strung between two trees near the fire. He doubted the small flames could do much, but he did not want to fight with the small girl. Her big brown eyes were watching him as he pulled his dirty white linen shirt over his head and handed it over.

“Now your pants after you set your wet boots near the fire.” She said having continued to drape clothes over the line. She held her cloak bundled in one arm. Egwene stood a good two heads shorter than him in her flat shoes.

Perrin sat on Bela’s saddle which was laid out at the head of Egwene’s blanket roll near the small fire. He removed his boots and then socks until he sat only in his damp undershorts. Handing each to Egwene in turn. He folded his arms across his chest and put his hands under his armpits. His nipples were hard from the cold but sheltered under his arms. Behind him, he heard Egwene before he felt her fingers touch his damp curly hair.

“Here you go, wrap this around yourself and lay down.” He felt the heavy cloth of her traveling cloak drop onto his shoulders. He snugged it over him as he did as he was told laying back on the blankets, head on the saddle. “Now your drawers,” she said matter of fact, hand out. He sighed, then handed them over.

He must have dozed off. Opening his eyes, he felt her small body next to his. Perrin lay on his back with the cloak spread over them like a blanket. The night was pitch black and the partial moon was hidden by the trees, the small fire now amber coals. The cup of shared tea had warmed him briefly enough to let him doze.

Now he felt her small hand on his naked chest. She lay on her side on his right, also under the cloak on the blanket.

“Put your arm around me,” she said in a quiet but sure voice.

Perrin lifted his right arm. First finding her silky curls in the darkness at his shoulder. Then his hand found her naked back at the same time he felt the flesh of her heavy breasts pressing against his chest.

He was more awake now, his heart pumping blood through his body. “What are you doing?”

“I am cold too. You remember Nynaeve taught us all about using body warmth as the best way to get warm on dark cold nights in the Two Rivers.”

Now his hand explored further, tracing down the strong muscles of her narrow back. His fingers found nothing but cool skin until the cloth band at her waist, the top of her drawers, he guessed. He let his hand rest at the spot where the skin met cloth, just above the curve of her shapely butt. His body stirred in reaction.

Egwene ran her fingers over the flat heavy muscle of his chest. Built-up over the years working as an apprentice blacksmith in the forge. He could not do much with his right hand but rest it on her Ass. Her breasts felt warm against his ribs. He tried to imagine what they looked liked unsheathed from her blouse, big and round, much more than a handful, he wondered.

Her fingers made a sudden dive south pausing on his flat stomach until her fingers stopped at the patch of thick hair at his groin.

“Egwene, what are you doing?” he said into the darkness, for the second time.

“Shh, tonight we get warm. It’s just us.” Bela the horse stirred nearby in the trees. Reminding them that she was there.

“OK, I trust you,” he said meaning it. He had all the time wondered of her as Rand’s girl but could not stop himself from noticing her singular beauty over the years as they grew up. Now she was under her cloak with him, almost completely naked. He also knew his own shorts hung from the cordage, the last thing she took from him as she gave him tea.

Egwene’s small fingers were playing in his pubic hair as his thick cock rose from the warm confines of his groin. His cock was stout like him, round and thick.

As she played with his public hair, she began to kiss his chest. Wet lips and tongue moving over his chest to his hard nipples. He was very aware of her nakedness. He pushed a hand under the back of her drawers finding the cleft between her round Ass cheeks. She snuggled closer her fingers finding the edge of his ball sack. She lifted her head from his chest.

“Did you not get under the covers with your sisters on the long cold winter nights?” she said playfully.

He wondered for a moment before speaking, “Yes, on occasion when I went back to the farm after I was apprenticed.” He wondered of snuggling, touching exploring with his sisters under the thick bed covers. It was the way of learning the Wisdom had said, so allowed, encouraged. On the darkest nights with all the family in one bed for warmth, hands everywhere.

Egwene spoke, “Us too, we would share the big bed with Ma and Dad, doing things to keep warm.” She was the youngest of five sisters. Though in the last long winter she was the last one at the Inn, the others having married. Though her sisters often stopped by to visit, sometimes staying overnight.

“Is that where you learned to do this?” he said quietly, enjoying the feel of it all. His hips rose a little as her fingers tickled his hairy heavy balls below his engorged dick. His right hand was deep in her drawers rubbing her smooth Ass his finger finding the sensitive spot under her little asshole. She flinched in his arms as he pressed a finger on the spot. He got a kiss on his nipple for his efforts.

When he was in bed with his sweet younger sisters Adora and Deselle, he had been the man and often led the Sex play, keeping everyone’s mind off the cold or near-empty belly. But not all the time, when joined by the rest of the family that lived at the farm the mini woman’s circle took over. He smiled at the wondered. He struggled now to let Egwene run things, to not rush. His curious mind slowly worked through how in a family of girls she knew how to do these things.

They found a moment of balance with his large hand cupping the bottom of her firm Ass inside her shorts, her warm right hand on his balls. He was no longer shivering with cold.

“Egwene, where did you learn to do this?” he asked knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.

There was quiet for a moment as her soft curls rested on his chest, her fingers tracing a pattern in his pubes around the base of his shaft.

“My mother showed me, on father. My other sisters, all but one, were still with us on those dark, cold nights. One night she just said it was my turn. My breasts were just small bumps on my chest then and there was just a wisp of hair between my legs.” She said quietly in the darkness.

As she spoke Perrin reached across with his left hand finding Egwene’s right breast. Round and heavy his fingers told him told him with a nice wide nipple that felt hard to his finger’s touch.

“Oh that feels nice,” she said leaning back a little so he could fondle her breast. “My nipples are sensitive so please be careful.”

“What did your mother show you?” he asked, prolonging the talk part of their game.

“Hmm. Well as I knelt next to my father, we all slept naked in those days, my mother took my hand. I remember father ran a hand across my small boobies, saying how beautiful I was. Three of my sisters cuddled together on the bed, watching from under a blanket while doing the things girls did with each other. Until then, mother or one of my sisters always freed Dad’s seed so he had good health and warmed his blood. She took both my hands since they were small and placed them on his dick. It was long, not thick like yours, and felt nice. Mother showed me how to make him hard by using her hand and rubbing up and down, then kissing its top. Then I did it, my two hands stroking him as he touched me, making his seed shoot in the air. We all laughed. I had a lot of practice over the years as my breasts grew and my dad continued to tell me how pretty I was.”

“Sounds familiar,” he said. In his mind seeing the much younger girl with her family in bed. His own first experiences were not much different. It was the Two Rivers way, the Wisdoms said to those who asked.

Perrin pulled Egwene upon his chest his right arm around her waist as her breasts pressed against his chest. Her small warm hand never left his groin. They kissed gently under the cloak.

They started kissing deeper with tongues exploring each other’s mouths as their hands explored the other’s body. Her right hand never left his dick. Her warm hand gripping his engorged shaft and gently stroking up and down as his precum dribbled out of the tip. His left replacing his right hand in holding her tight to his chest as his right went back to her Ass. Her thin drawers were no longer around her hips.

Perrin tried to pull her further on top of him. “No, not tonight, let me Free your seed before we sleep.” He must have growled in his throat in frustration. “We will have time on this journey I think, so let’s wait for a better moment.” She slid off his chest and moved down his side, pushing up on her left elbow as her hand increased its pressure. “Touch me, like my dad does.”

Perrin twisted further on his right side presenting his dick to her hand. Now he could reach both of her breasts with his left hand. Big and round, her nipples wide and sensitive to his touch. She was too short for his head to reach the nipples to suckle the soft orbs as she jacked him, so he remained content to touch her. He lay his head back in the darkness his hands ‘seeing’ his friend’s gorgeous body.

“Come on Perrin,” She was stroking him in long firm strokes. Not too hard but enough to make him hard; he was close as his hips rose off the blanket. Then she surprised him. The cloak had fallen off to his left as she bent her head over his hips.

Naturally, his left hand found her soft curls and pushed her head down as he felt her lips on the head of his dick. She began to suck, her warm mouth feeling wonderful on his shaft, as her warm hand fondled his balls then back on his hard dick now slick with precum and her spit.

“Ohhhh Egewen Ohh,” his hips pushed up in her face both hands now on her head. Her mouth never letting go of his dick as he let go with his seed spurting into her mouth. Suddenly he was done. Her head again resting on his chest as she reached for the cloak pulling it over them.

“Thank you. Light, that was good of you.” He said quietly to the darkness as she lay at his side.

“We are together in this so we must take care of each other. There is a reason the wheel has pushed us together for now,” she replied her voice going quiet.

Perrin reached his arm out again bringing her in close the soft curls of her head resting on his shoulder as the cloak covered their nakedness, trapping the warmth of their bodies.

They slept, without dreams.

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