Run - Chapter 10: No Room for Shame (MFf anal creampie inc)

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Chapter 10: No Room for Shame

It was the slightest movement that woke her. Lauren's eyes flitted open, groggy, intense and frightening dreams made her anxious as she became aware in the middle of the night. Warm flesh was pressed against her, along her thigh and her leg. She wondered a moment if Finch had moved closer.

Memories of the previous few hours flooded in, brought with it the confusion and the shame of masturbating to her brother, of seeing his penis, of knowing he'd played with himself while she sat naked in the pool. Both of them did that... ugh.

Lauren held still, felt the slow movement again, just enough movement from the body behind her to press against her skin then back an inch away. Again, slow rolls into her back and away. The lightest of sighs hit her lips. Mom...? Oh my God... they're fucking right next to me!

- - -

Tamara hadn't expected it, not while her children were there, not while her hips were squeezed onto her daughter's thighs. Gene's penis had found her anus while she slept, already making small movements inside her by the time she woke and became aware of what was happening. He thrust gently, and for a moment, Tamara didn't think about her children.

But then Lauren's breathing changed as Gene inched in and out of Tamara's ass. Oh, no... is she awake? Gene... stop, Gene. She didn't voice it. Couldn't do so. Tamara was enjoying the hot flesh moving inside her, felt herself growing very wet with the thrusts. Tamara did her best to hold still, to remain quiet, fearing that her daughter would feel the movements of her hips as Gene's body moved against her.

- - -

Tamara's ass had been against him, barely covered by her nightgown, and he'd woken with a rising hardon which pressed up and out of his boxers, rested between his wife's butt cheeks. The hot flesh soaked into him, made him feel the need to make love to Tamara. Gene had resisted at first, Finch's body facing away but still in contact with his butt and back. It was risky, to do more than hold still, throbbing. He didn't want his children to be a part of what his body craved.

Long minutes had passed, light snores surrounding him. Gene's penis jumped as his arousal rose. He'd thought maybe he could just slide himself along her ass, just the feel of it might quench his desire. But it did no such thing. Tamara's hot asshole tensed as he slid slowly through her crack, the tip of his cock drooling precum to slicken his movements.

Gene tried not to jump and twitch as his penis ached for a warm hole. The way Tamara was positioned, her vagina was tucked too far forward to penetrate, wrapped with the curves of her sexy thighs. But her butthole was ripe and in the perfect position.

He had covered his cock with saliva, ignoring the way Finch's young body was warm on his back. A finger drew down to Tamara's anus, slathered wetness on her hole, pushed some inside. Her asshole gave slowly. Gene had fucked her ass in her sleep before, with permission, and had many times managed to fuck her so gently, slowly, that he'd cum in her ass without waking her. He hoped this time he could do so without waking anyone.

The tip had nestled between her cheeks and pressed forward, slipping the head within Tamara's hot, tight hole. Gene had gasped, held still, let her asshole dilate and open before pushing deeper.

For several long minutes, he throbbed in Tamara's butt, inches very slowly sinking in, precum running freely into her bowels. Gene moved finally, just a slow, short movement back and forward, another, and another. The tight ring around his cock was slowly yielding, so hot, so wonderful around his shaft. He could feel her sticky, hot bowels surrounding her penis as he sodomized his wife, and he knew that soon he'd find release in her again.

- - -

Tamara's butt was open around Gene's cock. She loved taking him there, loved how big he felt inside her. Nothing like Giovanni's huge penis, but Gene's dick still stretched her and made her feel uncomfortable. Uncomfortable in a way that made her very wet.

He was moving slowly, gently, fucking her carefully. Tamara made no voluntary movements, though it was difficult. Her hips wanted to push back, her hands wanted to reach behind her and touch Gene's stomach, his hips, wanted to pull him deeper into her ass.

Lauren's body never moved away from her. Despite the change in her daughter's breathing, Tamara felt certain she was still asleep. She let herself enjoy the gentle assfucking, tried not to think about her children on the bed with them.

- - -

Gene felt pressure building in his groin, knew he wouldn't last much longer. He wasn't sure if Tamara was awake, though the lack of her usual soft snores told him she probably was. What does she think about this? I'm fucking her ass with our son touching my back, and our daughter touching her front. Gene ran a hand along Tamara's hip, held it firm a moment as he stroked.

He let his hand dip forward, wanted to hold Tamara's pussy while he built to orgasm. His fingers swept along soft curves not of Tamara's body. Gene let them linger, a moment needed to understand he was petting his daughter's butt. Lauren... I... so soft... He didn't really process it much, just enjoyed the warmth, the soft but firm ass he found there. He cupped Lauren's cheek, squeezed it softly, felt himself swell inside Tamara's ass, and ejaculated slowly into her bowels.

- - -

Someone's touching my ass... Someone's touching my ass! What the fuck! Lauren wasn't sure if it was her mom or dad, but fingers cupped her butt cheek and squeezed a moment. The bed rocked then, just enough to make the mattress move under her. The hand stayed on her flesh as she froze, a confusing mix of arousal and shame flooding her fifteen-year old body. He probably thinks it's mom... hurry up, Dad... Jeez, hurry up already.

The lightest of grunts came to her ear, another sigh that she knew was her mom. Lauren sank into the uncomfortable mix of embarrassment, disgust, and unexpectedly, arousal. Her dad grunted again, just a gravelly vibration that was very soft.

Then the bed was still, the hand withdrawn from her butt. She lay still a while, too exhausted to contemplate things further. Maybe this is just part of my nightmare... Soft breathing returned behind her and her mother's body seemed to relax a touch. Lauren felt her own body relaxing and soon faded back into troubled dreams.

- - -

“I can't believe you fucked my ass with our children right there, Gene! Good god!” Tamara wasn't exactly angry, not exactly thrilled either as she shared the shower stall with her husband. “What if they'd woken up and saw that? How would you have explained it to them?”

Gene felt some shame, to be sure. He scrubbed his skin with soap and a cloth while he tried to rationalize his actions. “I don't know, Tamara. I just... I needed to be inside you. All this, all the horrible things we've been through, I just had to be inside you, to feel you around me. I... I didn't think about the kids at all... I'm sorry.”

“Ok... it happened... I'm... I enjoyed it Gene. I wish'd have been alone. I'd have love to cum with you in my ass. You know how much I love that. But... we're under a lot of stress right now. We have to try to keep things normal. For our children.”

“I know. I know... I'll do my best. I...” Gene hesitated, almost didn't confess. “I accidentally touched Lauren's butt... I was reaching around you and... her butt was just there.”

Tamara smirked at him. “That's another thing. I noticed. I felt your hand move toward my pussy. I knew Lauren's body was touching me there. You didn't exactly pull your hand away when you felt her, Gene.”

He felt shame again, said, “no... I didn't. I... This is all crazy, Tamara. I feel like I'm losing control of myself in so many ways. I didn't mean to... but... once I touched her skin... I don't know, Tamara... I don't know what I was thinking.”

“Ok... I... I should confess something, too.” Tamara told him about Finch masturbating to Holly on the plane, how it had confused her, how it had powered her need to have sex with him. She told him also of the seeing their son jerking off in the trees during a stop the previous day. She felt guilt roll into her, but it was good to get the memories out and talk about them.

“Guess he takes after me, that one. Just can't seem to get our minds off our cocks.”

“So I see.” Her hand had slipped down to Gene's penis automatically as she told about Finch's spurting dick. “Take me, please... I want to cum...”

Tamara turned and offered her holes to her husband. Gene slid into her pussy and fucked her quickly to orgasm.

- - -

“This is where they sleep.” Victor swept into the room which featured a dozen bunk beds, footlockers, and storage along the back wall. “Basic necessities, to be sure, but better than sleeping in foxholes or otherwise exposed to the wild weather we get here sometimes.”

Logan's mind was thrilled at exploring the bunker. Victor had taken them through the heavily tree-covered entrance and led them through the kitchen and medical bay. Soldiers pushed past them throughout the wandering tour, occasionally nodding, often saluting the older man. It made Logan's imagination run wild. I want to be a soldier. They get to do everything fun.

Three soldiers came into the bunk-room as Victor explained about the network of tunnels that connected the bunkers with each other and the main house. “Those stay away from your eyes, for now, at least. Some things that only a few are allowed to know, understand?”

Logan nodded, as did Finch, his younger brother seemed to be in awe as much as Logan. The soldiers tossed heavy bags onto lower bunks, and immediately began to undress. Two were females, another male, each unconcerned about the presence of the others, or the fact that Logan and the others were nearby.

He lost what Victor said as he watched one of the female soldiers strip to her panties and bra, felt himself grow very hard as she bent over and pulled a set of fatigues from her bag. The dark panties showed hints of her sex beneath, and accented her soft curves surrounding her crotch. Whatever Victor was saying had no weight compared to the sight of the beautiful woman in her underwear.

“Ah, yes. Well, I suppose you boys will see that often enough the longer this goes on.” Logan's eyes shot back to Victor as the man smiled and nodded in the direction of the partially-clothed soldiers. “Get used to it. There's no room for shame or embarrassment in a war. Get used to it.”

There was no getting used to it, not in Logan's horny mind. He barely resisted the urge to masturbate, the site of the woman pulling on her pants and shirt so exciting despite the way she covered her nearly-naked body. The soldiers slid out of the room, and Victor continued the tour, Logan's cock pressing out against his pants.

- - -

“This is the standard-issue AR-15, modified by our techs for noise suppression and fitted with a laser designator to assist with targeting.” Sergeant Miller turned the gun over in his hands, showed Gene and Tamara how to disengage the safety, how to operate the laser for targeting.

The range was buried deep in a bunker near the rear of the property. Several training areas were found there, including three gun ranges, one each for small arms, rifles, and grenades. Gene was impressed with the size of the underground facilities. It really made Victor's investment, said to be 'billions,' seem to match reality.

He and Tamara had stood patiently for the past hours as Miller offered them a tour and started on the instructions for using the AR-15. The boys were off with Victor on a tour of the other bunkers, and he hoped they were enjoying it. Being in the gun range brought bitter bile into Gene's throat as he remembered firing the pistol at living people. It wasn't an experience he wanted to repeat, but if he had to kill humans to protect his family, he'd already accepted he would do so willingly and without remorse.

Lauren hung back from them, looking sullen. She had no interest in touring the bunkers, and no interest in learning the guns. Sergeant Miller had been insistent at first about Lauren learning to shoot, but Tamara had stepped in and forbid it. Miller had looked angry a moment before resigning the argument. Gene knew it would not be the last time they'd hear about it, Victor was sure to hammer into him the importance of Lauren being able to handle herself if things got difficult.

Gene grudgingly admitted to himself that Victor might be right, but he chose not to side against his wife at that moment. He hoped to pull Lauren aside later and discuss it with her. Not that he wanted his daughter firing weapons, but if her survival depended on it, he wished her to have some knowledge of how to kill people.

Kill people. My daughter. Goddamn what has happened to my world...

- - -

Tamara watched her husband take the AR-15 and point it downrange as Sergeant Miller barked chopped commands. Gene aimed, pulled the trigger. The intense, loud splatter of gunfire echoed in the underground room. Her ear protection only just making it tolerable. She remembered the fear she'd felt in the car with Holly blasting away beside her. She prayed never to go through something like that again.

It wasn't that she was opposed to guns in general, and she had some experience shooting skeet as a young teen with her father. But the AR-15 wasn't a target shotgun. Its entire purpose was to kill and kill quickly. To incapacitate someone who would do the same if given the chance.

Gene's target buzzed forward and Miller offered corrections to his technique. Her husband fired off another clip and another, generally improving the spray and mostly hitting the target's kill zones.

It was her turn. Miller went over the same safety instructions that he'd given Gene, stepped back, and handed her the rifle. Tamara hesitated just a moment, inhaled deeply, tried to calm her nerves. She thought of her children then, how she'd do anything to protect them. Tamara closed her eyes, brought the sights in line, and opened her lids again.

She pulled the trigger, the 3-round bursts popping in her covered ears, the gun's recoil not nearly as strong as she'd expected. She fired again and again, emptying the clip quickly.

Her target moved forward and Miller took it in hand, looked at her with a smile. “Done this before, have you?”

“Never, just shotguns.”

“Well, look here.” He showed her the tight patterns she'd made in the paper target. “All kills. You handle that AR well, Mrs. Polanski. You could show your husband a thing or two. Between us, we might make a soldier out of him yet.”

- - -

Finch's mind was cloudy all day. He'd mostly enjoyed the tour of the bunkers and the property. Victor had led them through cavernous rooms and storage areas and the dense trees shrouding the entrances to the underground rooms. But he couldn't focus, felt utterly drained. The night of sleep had been decent, his dreams intense but lost as he rose that morning. No matter what he did, he felt thick, and he trudged along behind his brother and the older man, wishing he could just stop and nap.

The soldiers that had disrobed in the bunk room had brought him around a bit. He had stared at the women as they stripped to bras and panties, but the thickness in his head prevented him from fully enjoying it. Images of his sister still danced there, danced and threatened to keep his attention on the view he'd had between her legs.

Lauren's pussy was beautiful. The curly hairs didn't conceal her genitals, her dark pussy imprinted strongly on Finch's mind. He longed to look longer, closer, maybe to touch it. She'd said nothing to him about it since she'd yelled at him, and he wondered if she'd forgotten it. The rest of the tour, Finch's thoughts moved slowly, often interrupted by the wet, swollen sex between his sister's legs.

- - -

Lauren was disgusted on so many levels. Finch and Logan masturbating, Finch staring between her legs when she fell, the way her mom and dad had fucked in the night. The way one of their hands had fallen onto her butt and squeezed it.

It didn't quite piss her off, not quite. Something else, though, something that made her agitated. The confusing chaos of their flight from home left her mind spinning in a million different ways, and she wasn't able to come to grips with any of them. She hated herself for masturbating to Finch's cock, hated that she still couldn't get that out of her mind.

Lauren sat sullen as her parents fired the horrendously loud rifle. Despite her ear-coverings, the noise was deafening, left her body shivering and abuzz with nervous energy.

Thankfully, her period had slipped away sometime in the night, no blood on the tampon she'd removed that morning. She still wore her mother's red panties, the loose underwear often bunching against her skin. Lauren hoped that someone would find her a few new pairs before too long.

Watching her mother shoot left her amazed. The way her mom so smoothly raised the rifle, how she seemed to naturally feel the rhythm of the weapon. Her targets were killed over and over, tight scatters concentrated on torsos and chests. Lauren had a hard time believing this was the same woman who screamed whenever a spider crawled across the floor.

Lauren's guts turned over, in a good way for a change. The nausea that had been ever-present for days became edged with excitement. Out of nowhere, she felt better and didn't know why. Something about watching her mom like that. It gave her a touch of hope, of reassurance. And it made her jump up and join her parents as Sergeant Miller took back the rifle and started explaining the pistol in his hands.

- - -

A servant brought the boys and Victor lunch as they sat on a knobby hill overlooking a wide body of water near the rear of the property. “Lake Geneva, gentlemen. One of the most beautiful locations on Earth.” He bit into a sandwich made of pink roast beef and cabbage. “To the West is France, to the South, beyond those mountains, lies Italy. A lovely confluence of old worlds, old cultures, all right in my backyard.”

Logan munched on fried potatoes, his sandwich already crammed down his throat. He gazed out over the hazy water in the distance, thought the man might be right about the beauty. It was unlike anything Logan had seen before.

The days of uncertainty had left Logan very curious. “Are we gonna be in more gunfights?”

Victor smiled tightly, sipped his wine, said, “Perhaps. Seems unavoidable if we can't move fast enough to stop this war. It may even come to our doorstep soon. I hope not, this place is my sanctuary. If we must fight, we'll fight. I'd prefer to do the shooting on someone else's property, though.”

“Are you a soldier?”

“Of sorts. I have... experience, you might say, in doing things soldiers do. Long ago. These days, I command this area of operations and direct soldiers on where to fight. Though, only recently has 'fight' meant firing their weapons.”

“Do they die?”

“Yes.” Victor softened. “Two died bringing you here from Belgium, near the border crossing. Five more were wounded.”

Logan felt horrible suddenly, sat his plate. “They died for us?”

“Yes.”

“That's not fair. I didn't want them to die.” His brother was eyeing him wearily as he spoke, Logan's voice gaining conviction. “I want to fight for us. Please.”

Victor let out a short laugh, then became serious. “I think your heart is in the right place, young man. I really do. Perhaps... one day you'll do just that. For now, learn everything you can about this war, about how to survive it, how to win it. Keep your eyes open and your mind sharp. Details matter, Logan. Details are the difference between life and death all too often. You'll get your chance as this drags on. We all will.”

- - -

“I want to shoot.” Eyes turned toward Lauren with questions and concern. “I want to try it.”

Tamara looked softly at her daughter. “Lauren, look, just relax right now, we--”

“I want to shoot. I'm not useless. I'm old enough to fight. When did Holly start? My age or so? I'm not helpless. Teach me to shoot, Sergeant Miller.”

The soldier eyed Tamara, waiting for to read her reaction before saying, “I'm inclined to agree, Mrs. Polanski. Your daughter is more than old enough to know how to defend herself. When we get into the next firefight... When, not if... she needs to be able to defend herself, and the rest of us.”

Lauren watched her mom closely, saw the struggle in her face. The woman seemed to resign herself, looked at her husband who nodded and stepped back. Tamara said, “fine. Just the pistol. The... what did you call it?”

“P228,” Miller replied.

“Right, that. Fine. Lauren, if you're going to do this, do it right. Listen to Sgt. Miller. When you have that gun in your hands... there's no anger, no yelling, no getting pissed off. Focus and learn. That weapon can kill someone in a heartbeat. I hope you never have to find out...”

Lauren nodded solemnly. Miller walked her through his instructions and before long, the cold metal was pressed into her warm hands.