Meeting Their Standards

By Beetlebomb

 

The Kino tribe have always been proud of its women. No female outside of their tribe, or even the world came close to their unbelievable beauty.

 

For countless generations the Kino tribesmen followed an old and ancient tradition that was passed down by their forefathers. It was because of this, that the Kino women were burdened to follow a very dark, and deceiving lifestyle. Without even knowing it they were being altered-- like dogs for a better defined trait. Forced to grow taller... bustier... and more beautiful in everyway then their mothering generations... they would eventually become goddesses.

 

From the day that they're born into the tribe, and every birthday until they ceased to be, the Kino women were measured consistently and inspected down to the very minute of details. If they did not meet and eventually exceed their older generations beauty, they were to be executed and forgotten to prevent them from baring children of a 'lesser' generation. It was a way of life, nothing more.

 

Their village was smack dab in the middle of a giant amazon jungle. The humid weather made the trees grow tremendously tall and the animal life flourish everywhere. The sky was nothing but a thick green blanket of leaves and brush that shot occasional bright rays of light to greet the Kinos. During the night they could sometimes hear the rustling of bickering monkeys echo across their village. To them, it was a sign of goodluck. Something a young girl named Lane could use so very very much right now...

 

The sound a deep bone horn could be heard off in the distance.

 

Lane whispered softly to herself, “Koon-Swee”.

 

 

 

 

Leaves rustled as Lane fidgeted in her bed, savoring the last few seconds of sleep she had left before getting up. The sound of gossip and laughter could be heard outside her hut as other Kino girls walked by. Her friend Lielah noticed Lane still in bed.

 

"Lane, get up! Atto called for Koon-Swee! We better get going!”, Lielah tugged.

 

Lielah was a tall girl for her age. At 5"2' and very pretty, she was already ahead of the group for Lanes' generation. Just like Lane, she didn't have any sign of curves on her yet, but her face caught everyones attention. Her high cheek bones and long thin chin made her very attractive, and her crimson brown eyes matched her silky long hair. Lielah had nothing to worry about.

 

Lane could always hear the boys talking about how beautiful she was—and that was fine, but deep down she wanted to be the one they whispered about.

 

"Common sleepy head!", shaking her one last time.

 

Lane rolled over onto her side-- back facing Lielah. “Mmmmmmnnnmnnnn...”

 

“Allllright if that's how you want it. You're on your own!” She stuck out her tongue and ran off to join the rest of the girls.

 

When Lane had noticed that Lielah really left she got up to her feet and ran after the group of girls.

 

 

 

The Koon-Swee routine had all girls stand in a line encompassing the Kino bonfire. Several tribesmen then grab old green bamboo sticks etched with numbers that symbolized a year and month. The bamboo sticks were enchanted with a magical powder by the tribes witchdoctors, and caused the bamboo shoots to grow continuously at a very slow but constant rate to create an increasing guideline for future generations.

 

The sticks were then matched with the equivalent age and month of the girl and placed behind their backs. If the girls head reached above the bamboo shoot they would move onto other body measurements.

 

Lane and Lielah were lucky. Because they're only ten their bust, hips, and waist aren't measured routinely. Lane and Lielah only had to worry about two things: Height and body fat.

 

Lielah, the first of her age group, walked majestically up to a man and stood heels together next to him. He was only a couple inches taller then her. She shot confident glances at all her friends as she awaited anxiously how much taller she would be compared to the now small piece of bamboo. The man pulled out the faintly glowing stick from its rack and planted it next to her feet. As he pushed it up against her back. Lielah shivered in ecstasy as she realized the topmost part of it stopped dead on her shoulders. Lielah, still focused on the examination, spread her legs and arms out for the next section of the inspection. The man laid the bamboo stick down and started pinching at her stomach, thighs, and upper arms.

 

As usual, Lielah passed with flying colors and came jumping back to the group.

 

When Lanes name was called her heart began pumping uncontrollably beneath her chest. She remembered last Koon-Swee how she had only come an inch above the bamboo stick. Her face stared passively at the forest floor. She wanted to express excitement just like her friends had, but it was too arduous. She glanced up and made an apprehensive smile towards her friends. Their lack of response hit her like the cold wind. They all knew very well what could happen that very moment.

 

It seemed like the man took too long to find the correct bamboo shoot. It only intensified her fears. When she felt the hard piece of bamboo touch her feet she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

 

There was a slight pause...

 

“Just on the marker. You're a lucky girl.” the man stated as he lifted her arms up to check her body fat.

 

“Alright, sit down miss. You're done.”

 

There was a absence to Lanes eyes. Death had just looked her straight in the face. Never had she feared for her life like moments before. A cold sweat of realization passed over her.

 

 

 

 

The forest darkened as the night rolled in and the sun slowly slid beneath the horizon. Lane walked silently back home. The sound of her soft footsteps being the only thing accompanying her.

 

Just then Lane heard a new set of footsteps closing in on her. She turned around and saw Lielahs flushed face.

 

“Lane, I've been looking all over for you! After I saw what happened earlier today I thought you ran away. I mean, hey, don't be so down. It's not like they took you away. If anything I bet this is a sign that you'll get a big spurt next month. Don't worry.”

 

Staring straight into Lielahs throat didn't exactly ease the pain, but Lane knew that she was speaking from her heart.

 

“But what if I don't make it next month?”

 

“Don't even think about that! You will. Remember Milly? She bordered two Koon-Swees' in a row and then suddenly today she found herself making the bamboo stick look small!”

 

“You made the bamboo stick look small!” Lane intervened, jollily.

"Did not!" Lielah smiled back.

 

Both girls cheerfully laughed at each other as they neared the end of the torch-lit pathway home.

 

 

 

Jan, Lanes mother, came home shortly after. She had been out hunting all day with the local tribeswomen. Something distracted her from her cooking though, and her motherly instincts kicked into gear.

 

“Lane, is something wrong? You've been very quiet ever since I got home. Was it those girls again? I told you to just ignore them and they'll stop teasing you about your height.”

 

“No Mom, it's not that. They had Koon-Swee again today and I almost didn't make it.”

 

Jan turned away from the bubbling cauldron, “You're unhappy that the gods found you only fit enough to be blessed with a great smile and a pretty face? Your height will come in good time dear; just like me. I promise.”

 

Her mother pulled her shoulders back, and emphasized her large naked tear-drop-shaped breasts and staggering height. Lanes eyes followed her mothers jiggling breasts.

 

“You do have my genes, after all.”

 

“But what if I don't make it next month mom. I don't want to... ” Tears began to well up in her eyes.

 

“Awwwhhh sweetheart. You have nothing to worry about. All girls have have to go through this sometime in their life. Com'ere”

 

The image of Lielahs perfectly-shaped body appeared in Lanes head and she was ready to retort, but decided otherwise.

 

Lane scooted her tiny body over to her mothers soft voluptuous round thighs and rested her head on them. Jans skin glowed faintly from the combination of her sweat and the light caused by the cauldrons fire. Looking up, Lane could only see two soft milk-filled breasts swinging hypnotically above her face. Her mothers pert brown nipples grew, making themselves known.

 

“It's ok, honey. Everything's ok...”

 

Jan guided her freshly erect nipple slowly down to her daughters awaiting lips and let her softly begin to suckle on it. It was not uncommon for Mother Kinos to breastfeed their children for many years.

 

The warm milk touched Lanes dry tongue and trickled down her throat, not bothering to swallow. A trance befell over her and she began to suck harder and faster.

 

A moan escaped from her mothers mouth. She shifted her legs involuntarily.

 

Lane grasped onto her breast with both hands and pulled the giant soft milk duct to herself, covering her face in the process. It was so soft and warm! She wanted to get more out faster, but couldn't! It tasted so good!

 

Both mother and daughter were making quiet moans in unison from the intense pleasure. Quickly Lane switched to the other breast. She could feel her stomach urging her to stop, but she couldn't; not yet. Never had she felt this way before. It was so comforting. After a long depressing day this was just what she needed. Lane felt her mothers breasts shake.

 

“Honey! Honey! Stop, that's enough! I-- I-- ca-can't t-take it.” Jans hand snaked down to her pussy and started fingering the top of it underneath her daughters head.

 

Lane continued sucking relentlessly. Harder and harder, she tickled and played with the nipple in her mouth to urge it to shoot more of its milky goodness into her. Her surroundings were shut out.

 

“L-L-LANE!!!!!!” her mother stopped short.

 

Her orgasmic scream could be heard echoing across the whole village.

 

 

 

The next morning Lane woke up in her bed. Her mother was already out gathering food once again with the other local tribeswomen.

 

The first thought that passed through her mind was of a dream she had just had.

 

She replayed it back in her mind.

 

Lane was a little girl again and hiding behind some tools, looking out at her mother and other adults dancing around a bonfire. Wood chips made the night air glow as they too joined in the rhythmic beat of the music. She remembered moments later the music stopping abruptly and the tribesmen each grabbing a woman and tearing off their loincloth. The women went down onto their knees as the each man started thrusting themselves into her mother and her friends.