This is a simple non con fantasy (if you go down that path) and is not real nor should it be real.(This is a old old old story I found saved in my old...hard drive from like I think more then ten years ago. I don't even recall where i got it but I think it would be prefect for chyoa with a bit of changing up the story as it containted no sex and ended right when the story seemed ready to open up and leave messenger. Its depraved and messed up but so is most of chyao. Anyway its public no rules. For all that they spoke the same, the fifty one tribes had people who looked very different from each other, but the babies were starting to look more alike all the time. There was a rule that said you couldn't mate with someone from the same tribe, or that if you did, you both had to leave and go as far away as you could, to beg entrance to another tribe.The tribe had some holy days, namely crys-mess, God-Mother Day, and hollerin. The other two were mostly parties, but God-Mother day was for. On Lizís final trip to the Santeria place of prayers the priestess had a revelation and mom was worried and worried sick. The Santarosííí returned all momís money and that struck me as weird! We left and there was a big commotion going on and the next week we returned and they held a Santaro Conference and had other priestess and ministers discuss the gods and the message.We got home about 4PM and mom held a family meeting. Sis looked frightened and had sat. I wish I had had a girlfriend that looked like her when I was in high school. (my old high school girlfriend looked like Ferrah Fawcett if that gives you any indication of my age.) My eyes moved over her and stopped on her chest. She shirt was deliberately too tight to show off her small but firm little breasts. A small B cup I would guess. My eyes wandered lower. When I had laid her down her legs had sprawled open a little bit. Now my eyes traveled up her pale thighs to the darkness under her.