“Not too long,” said Jeff, “the hard part was finding the right spot under the underbrush. We looked…”
Just then Wyatt slapped his dad’s arm, “Black fly! Did I get it?”
“Thanks,” said Scott, “but I think it bit me.”
“Sorry,” said Wyatt. “Tried.” He was sure that his dad didn’t notice him dropping the Hentai Sago leaf behind his back.
“Dinner!” called Marsha. Tiki torches filled with citronella oil were lit and soon the whole family sat at the table.
As they passed the dishes around Scott marveled at the boy’s work. “Just a fantastic job guys, I’m going to find a horse fly trap to put out here.”
“I know!” said Marcia, “I got bit too.”
“I hope that’s the last one of the evening,” said Sara as she glared across the table at her little sister.
By the time they were passing around the salads again for seconds, Scott and Marcia were both naked and soon the entire family was seated around the picnic table enjoying a nude dinner. For the first time since infancy the boys saw their mother’s bare breasts but by common agreement, they desperately refrained from saying anything to draw attention to their parents’ lack of clothing. For some reason Scott and Marcia didn’t notice taking off their clothing, which is something that happens the first time you encounter the Henai Sago. Was that something that the breeder, Yoshi Nakamura, planned?
When he finally did notice it, Scott blamed it on the kids. “You guys running around bare ass nekkid all the time clearly put the idea in our heads.”
“What’s done is done,” sighed Marcia who was reveling in the feeling of the evening breeze on her exposed breasts, something she hasn’t felt since their honeymoon on a cruise ship. They followed the kids into the pond for a quick skinny dip and it felt so good! The cool refreshing water coursing over her naked body was so new, so exciting. Marcia Cellucci had been bathing and swimming her entire life, but it never felt like this, growing up in Passaic New Jersey there’s no chance to go skinny dipping. She smiled and laughed and splashed with her kids, her nipples erect, every breeze was a lover’s caress, the cool water of the pond was as enticing as Scott’s love making.
Later they lit a campfire in the fire pit that the boys made, Marcia and Scott nestled together in a chaise lounge. The kids talked about the events of the past few days, but Marcia and Scott didn’t hear a word, they were touching each other and kissing more than they have kissed in years, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. When Scott cupped and squeezed Marcia’s large breast Sandy finally said, “Get a room you two!”
Scott and Marcia looked at each other and wordlessly came to agreement, then strolled off hand in hand back to the house. “Damn!” said Jeff, “what did you put in their lemonade?”
There was clearly an element to the Hentai Sago that the Aldin kids were not aware of. Dennis and Linda May stumbled upon it, and now Scott and Marcia Alden discovered that the toxin from the Hentai Sago mixed with prolonged physical contact enhances existing emotions becoming aphrodisiac for a couple already in love.
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Sara and Jeff were working in the garden that their parents were trying to restore on the island. They knew that it was a Japanese style garden, but time and the whims of earlier owners changed the nature of the garden into an eclectic mish-mosh of plants and statuary. An enthusiastic plan by an earlier owner ran electricity out to the island so now the plan is to restore the koi pond with fountain and accent lights while returning the garden to its Japanese inspired roots and the two oldest Alden children have been drafted into helping make that dream come true. It’s either that or pay room and board for the length of their summer vacation.
“Careful around that plant,” ordered Sara.
“Yes mother,” moaned Jeff. He was getting tired of being bossed around. She was one year and two months older than him and she was stretching any privileges that come with the title of Eldest Child to the breaking point. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, and he plucked a tiny spear shaped leaf off the giant fern like plant that was the center piece of the section of the garden they were working in.
Sara was weeding not far from him, and Jeff was cleaning up the trunk of the big Sago palm. Every year when the Sago grows new branches that sprout from the top of the plant, as these new branches, or “fronds” sprout and develop, the old branches die. A gardener will trim off the old branches and if you do a good job of trimming the old branches, the trunk will look great. But if you do a bad job the stubs you leave behind remain on the trunk of the Sago for years. Cleaning the trunk of the old stems isn’t fun, but Jeff was doing a good job and he wasn’t interested in getting “encouragement” from his sister.
He’s already gotten poked himself, he could feel the sensitivity of his skin increasing and the desire to take off his shirt increased. Angered that his slightly older sister would snap at him, Jeff plucked off a little sword shaped leaf and poked Sara in the leg with it. “You bastard!” she shrieked and grabbed Jeff by the ankle before he could get away and soon had him in a submission hold. Both teens were athletic and strong but signing up for several sports in high school, from swimming to track, gave Sara the edge, while Jeff concentrated only on baseball. Soon he was face down with Sara kneeling on his shoulders. “You dick, now I’m stuck out here for another hour or two!” She plucked a leaf from the Sago and poked Jeff, “Now I won’t be out here all alone.” They both know the effect of this strange plant and the only cure is to wait it out.
“Damn it Sara! I was going to play ball at the rec center this afternoon!” He already knew that he’d been poked by the Sago and wasn’t going to go play anyway, but he still felt a need to blame Sara. He doesn’t get to play with his old team much, but during summer break from college they get together and play ball once or twice a week. Baseball is almost a religion here in the south, everybody plays, and everybody watches.
“Well, you shoulda thought about that before you poked me with that thing,” said Sara letting him up. “I always get you back.” Jeff just groaned a dire warning and went back to trimming the Sago.
Except for cold temperatures and wet land, Sago Palms are not fragile, they are one of the most ancient species on earth, they’ve been around for over 250 million years and their seeds are said to be delicious. One of the reasons for the Sago’s incredibility long survival is the fact that they’re highly toxic, the seeds will make a human incredibly sick and kill a small animal that eats them. All the kids of Charlton county Georgia know that getting poked by a Sago hurts for days, because the Sago is a popular ornamental plant both indoors and outside. With that many Sago’s around, you’re going to get poked by one eventually
The Alden kids didn’t know all that because their Sago didn’t have flowers that produce toxic seeds that the female plants have, nor did it produce a giant phallic cone like on the male plants. Their Sago was a genetic anomaly, the leaves on their Sago didn’t carry a toxin that causes rash and pain.