THE RITUAL
by
Jean-Luc Cheri
AMAZON EDITION
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The Ritual
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Book description:
An erotic novella.
It’s the mid-1970s, and Rain and River are eighteen-year-old stepsiblings living in Haven, a hippie commune located on the island of Hawaii. Rain is a beautiful young woman, and River is a handsome young guy, and they’re struggling with forbidden desires for each other.
They’re about to take part in the Ritual, a super-secret right-of-passage each member of Haven must go through once they turn eighteen. They’re nervous about what might happen, but nothing can prepare them for what’s about to happen during the Ritual, where family bonds will be tested, and taboo desires exposed.
Contains graphic descriptions of incestuous sex. Adults only.
26,020 words, or 105 standard pages, in length. (Not including supplementary material)
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Chapter 1
“Grandpa River, are you really 60?”
I smiled down at my grandson Carter, who was four years old and looking up at me inquisitively.
Chuckling, I pointed up at the banner that was strung across the front of the park pavilion our family had rented for the occasion.
“What does that say?”
Carter squinted at the sign, then grinned at me. “Grandpa, you know I can’t read.”
I laughed again. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot. Let me read it for you. It says, ‘Happy 60th Birthday, Rain and River.”
“Sixty is old.”
I laughed. “So I hear.”
He thought for a moment. “I wish I had a cool name like you.”
“What name do you wish you had?”
He considered this, then said, “Thor!”
“Thor fits you perfectly. If you want me to call you Thor, I will.”
He grinned wide. “I’m telling Mommy I changed my name!” Then he ran off in her direction.
“Always causing trouble, aren’t you?” came a voice from my side as a hand rested on my shoulder.
I smiled and placed my hand on hers. “I try. Have a seat.”
She sat in the chair next to me, and I turned to see Rain, my sister. Though her hair was now silver, and lines creased her face, she was just as beautiful as she was when she was young. Her clear blue eyes stared back at me, filled with obvious love.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Amazing. How could I feel anything else on a day like this?”
We both looked around at the picnic grove, which was filled with our children and their spouses and children.
“Hard to believe, isn’t it?” she said. “That we’re responsible for all of this.”
“I agree. I’ve actually lost track. How many are there now?”
“Let’s see, you have four kids and I have five. You have eleven grandchildren, and I have fourteen. How many is that?”
I quickly did the math. “Thirty-four. Does that include Melanie being pregnant?”
“I forgot about Melanie. So that makes thirty-five.”
I grinned. “That’s a whole lot of screwing.”
She swatted my arm. “Stop it, there are children around.”
“I know. That’s the result of a whole lot of screwing.”
She smiled. “You’re incorrigible.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “Speaking of screwing…”
Her gaze met mine. “Don’t even say it.”
“I was just going to ask if you remembered.”
“River, I’m sixty, not senile. Of course I remember.” She paused then added, “Almost like it was yesterday.”
“Me too. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”
“You have? Why?”
I shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
“Is everything okay between you and Megan? She hasn’t mentioned anything to me.”
“We’re fine. It has nothing to do with her. How about you and Will?”
“He’s just as much of a pain in the ass as always, but I’m used to it.” She smiled.
“Good to hear.” After a moment, I said, “There’s just something about that summer. It’s like it was the last time everything was perfect in the world.”
“I think everyone thinks about being eighteen like that.”
I shook my head. “No, it was more than that. It was where we were, what we did, and having you there with me. It all came together for a perfect summer.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, it was a perfect summer.”
“Do you ever have any regrets?”
“No, not at all. How about you?”
“No. Except for…”
“Except for what?”
“Do you ever wonder what our lives would be like if we hadn’t stopped?”
She thought for a moment. “Yeah, I do. I’m not sure it would’ve worked. As much as it’s not accepted now, back then it was even worse.”
“We could’ve gone somewhere where no one knew us.”
“Maybe. But we’d always be running from our past.”
I nodded. “You’re probably right. But I like to think about it sometimes.”
She smiled. “So do I, brother.” She reached out and rested her hand on my knee. I placed mine over it. Her touch caused the memories to cascade through my mind, all of them beautiful.
But the moment of happiness was popped by my youngest daughter Karen’s voice, who had managed to sneak up on us from the side.
“Dad, did you tell Carter he could change his name to Thor?”
I smiled at her. “I think Thor is a wonderful name.”
She rolled her eyes. “So is Carter. Don’t be putting those thoughts into his head. Now he’s demanding everyone call him Thor.”
“Then everyone should call him Thor,” I said. “After all, it’s his name.”
My daughter looked at my sister. “You see what I have to put up with?”
Rain smiled. “You don’t need to tell me. I’ve been living with him practically my whole life.”
Karen sighed. “I also came over to tell you the food’s about done.”
Rain stood. “I’ll help you get things ready.”
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Karen rolled her eyes at me again before she turned and joined Rain as they walked away.
I stared at my sister, the memories flooding through me again. Memories of the one true perfect summer in my life.
Chapter 2
It was a different time, with war and violence filling the news and causing a social discontent among many young people. From this discontent emerged a new kind of love – a love that embraced peace and sharing and all that is good in people. They were called hippies by outsiders, and instead of rejecting the label, they embraced it and made it their own.
From the hippie culture sprang communes, small villages where they gathered to form their own societies, rejecting the industrial for the agrarian. One of those communes was Haven, a seven-acre piece of land in Hawaii donated by the brother of a famous actress.
My parents moved to Haven in 1965, when I was eight. My name was changed from Steven Jr. to River, and my mom and dad became Willow and Skye. Rain’s parents arrived a few months later. At that time, there weren’t that many people living in the commune, and since Rain and I were the same age, our birthdays less than a week apart, we became fast friends. As did our parents.
Drugs were fairly common in Haven among the adults, and a year after we arrived, tragedy struck both Rain’s family and mine. Her father got hold of some mushrooms and shared them with my mother. It turned out they were the wrong kind of mushrooms, and my mother died the next day. Rain’s father held on for a few days longer, but eventually passed also.
It was a dark time in our lives, and in his grief my father spoke often about giving up this lifestyle. But our fellow commune members provided love and support, and in time we got past the darkness.
One of the biggest sources of support for my father was Rain’s mother Saffron, since she shared the same grief he was going through. It was only natural that they would fall in love, and within a year of their spouses’ deaths, they were married to each other.
That’s how Rain and I became more than just friends. We were now brother and sister.
Chapter 3
“What do you think it’s going to be like?”
I looked at my best friend Echo, who was floating beside me in our favorite pool of water, which sat on the lower slopes of a long-dormant volcano. Fronds and palm trees closely surrounded the small, oval-shaped piece of water, and a waterfall tumbled into one end, making it our own hidden piece of paradise.
I didn’t have to ask him what he was talking about. The Ritual had been on our minds and the favorite topic of conversation for the past month, and now it was just a day away.
“I wish I knew,” I replied. “But it’s forbidden to talk about once you go through it, so it’s a big secret.”
At Haven, the Ritual was what every member had to go through once they turned eighteen. Everyone in the commune over eighteen would meet every three months in our assembly hall, and those who had turned eighteen since the last Ritual would go through it. Speculation was rampant among the seventeen and under crowd about what ‘it’ was, and everyone over eighteen refused to talk about it.
“I heard they tie you down and put bugs on you.”
We both looked over to where my sister Rain was sitting on a large branch at the edge of the pool, her toes dangling down into the water. She was grinning at us.
“No way,” I replied.
“I hate bugs,” Echo added.
“You’re both wimps,” Rain said, still smiling. “I could do it.”
She was right. She had no problem with bugs, even the big ones here in Hawaii. She’d even captured a few and given then names, asking Mom if she could keep them as pets. Luckily, Mom was having none of it, and told Rain if she didn’t get the bugs out of our house, she was going to forget about her fondness for peace and squash them.
“It’s not bugs,” I said. “Sahara went through it last time, and she really hates bugs. She wouldn’t have survived.”
Rain laughed. “What do you think it is?”
“I have a guess. I’m probably wrong though.”
“Tell me,” Echo said.
“I um… I think it has to do with sex.”
I could tell I had Echo’s and Rain’s full attention now. They stared at me with wide eyes.
“Really?” Rain said.
“Where’d you hear that?” Echo added.
I shrugged. “Nowhere. It’s just a theory.”
“No way,” Echo replied, but my sister just stared at me.
Sex was certainly no big secret around Haven, with the concept of free love one of the pillars of our community. And some members had no problem with doing it out in the open, so all of us were familiar with how it worked. But children engaging in it was frowned upon, and although it happened occasionally, us three were all still virgins.
“Like I said, it’s just a theory.”
“You mean sex with each other?” Echo said, then glanced at Rain.
I knew what he was thinking. He’d turned eighteen a month after the last Ritual, and Rain and I had celebrated our birthdays last week. So we were all going to be going through the upcoming Ritual together. And it was no secret he was attracted to Rain. He never said anything, but I could tell by the way he looked at her sometimes, especially the times when she was carefree with her nakedness.
Like now, for example. She was dressed in only an old pair of faded bikini bottoms, and her rounded and firm breasts were on full display as she sat on the branch. She had no tan lines, attesting to how much time she spent topless, and sometimes I noticed Echo staring directly at them.
Of course, her breasts weren’t her only attractive feature. She was tall and willowy, with long and straight brown hair that reached halfway down her back. Her nose was slightly turned up, with a few freckles sprinkled on it and her cheeks, and when she smiled, cute dimples formed near the corners of her full lips. Despite the fact that she was my sister, I had to admit she was one of the most beautiful girls at Haven.
Echo’s attention didn’t seem to affect Rain one way or the other, and even when she occasionally noticed me staring at her nakedness, she just seemed to brush it off as a normal part of her life. She was an attractive girl, and guys liked to look at her. No big deal. She was a lot like our mother, who rarely kept her breasts covered while in our house, and frequently outside also.
So when Echo asked if I meant sex with each other, I knew he was thinking about Rain.
“I’m not sure,” I replied. “But whenever they mention the rule about kids not having sex, they never say you have to be eighteen. They always say you have to go through the Ritual first.”
“But that’s pretty much the same thing,” Echo said.
“Not quite,” I said. “You turned eighteen almost two months ago. Has anyone told you it’s okay to have sex?”
“No.”
“Not even your parents?”
“No.”
“See? That’s why I think the Ritual may have to do with sex.”
“I can’t wait to do it,” Rain said with a faraway look in her eyes.
I turned to her. “You mean the Ritual?”
“No. I meant having sex.”
I nodded. “Me too.”
“Me three,” Echo added with a grin.
“I think you may be right,” Rain said. “I think the Ritual may have something to do with sex. Maybe it’s like instructions or something.”
Echo grinned. “I don’t need any instructions. My parents fuck all the time. They don’t care if I’m around to see.”
Rain and I smiled. “River and I saw our parents doing it once. Remember that, River?”
I nodded. “Oh yeah. How could I forget? We walked in and there they were on the floor.”
She giggled. “You got hard.”
I felt a slight blush on my cheeks. “So? Mom says it’s part of becoming a man.”
She grinned. “Then you’re well on your way to becoming a man, since you get hard a lot.”
I rolled my eyes.
“No I don’t.”
“Yes you do.”
“I do,” Echo interjected. “It’s like it has a mind of its own.”
Rain giggled. “I’ve noticed.”
“Girls are lucky,” I said. “They don’t have any outward signs.”
“Hello?” Rain said. “What about our nipples?”
I glanced down at her rose-colored areolas. “It’s not the same.”
“Yes it is. And at least your dicks are hidden in your pants. Our nipples are just out there for anyone to see. Even if we have a shirt on.”
“Yeah, but nipples are small in comparison,” I replied.
She smiled again. “That’s true. Especially with you two.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You and Echo are both pretty big down there. Haven’t you noticed?”
“Yeah, I guess so. Dad’s big, so I guess I inherited that from him.”
“I inherited mine from my dad too,” Echo said, smiling.
Rain and I both cracked up at his joke. The truth was, Echo had been adopted by his parents when he was young. Which was very apparent when you saw them all together, since he was black and they were both white. What made it even more funny was the fact that we’d all seen his father’s dick, and it wasn’t that impressive. Nothing close to what Echo had. Not that I spent much time looking at my friend’s dick.
After we were done laughing and caught our breaths, Rain said, “I guess I inherited Mom’s pussy then.”
This started another fit of laughter, and we were still giggling when the first dinner bell rang.
“I have to go,” Echo announced.
“That’s just the first bell,” I reminded him.
“I know, but my mom said I needed to get home early to get some chores done.”
I looked at Rain. “Do you want to head back too?”
She met my gaze. “Let’s stick around here for a while.”
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