Gene Polanski, Male, 45

	- Business VP, husband of Tamara, father of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- tanned beige skin, 6'1, 210lbs, short peppered grey-black hair

Tamara Khouri-Polanski, Female, 43

	- Professor, wife of Gene, mother of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 150lbs, shoulder-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Lauren Khouri-Polanski, Female, 15

	- High school freshman, daughter of Gene and Tamara, sister of Finch and Logan

	- medium olive skin, 5'8, 150lbs, back-length curly black-brown hair, colored white-streaked highlights

Finch Khouri-Polanski, Male, 14

	- Eigth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 145lbs, ear-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Logan Khouri-Polanski, Male, 12

	- Sixth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Finch

	- medium olive skin, 5'1, 110lbs, ear-length straight black hair

Holly, Female, 19

	- Agent of Marker 1, Sister of Anna

	- Bronze-tanned skin, 5'1, 100lbs, straight shoulder-length straw-blonde hair

Anna, Female, 22

	- Agent of Marker 1, Sister of Holly

	- Bronze-tanned skin, 5'2, 120lbs, straight shoulder-length straw-blonde hair

Hannigan, Male, late-30s

	- Former agent of M1 and Playa Gordo

	- Pale, freckled skin, 5'11, 185lbs, short sandy-red hair

Dr. Erns Henderson, Male, 40ish

	- Associate of Panthea, husband of Juliana, father of Hannah and Georges

	- Dark beige skin, 7'0, 280lbs, unkempt black hair.

Juliana, Female, 40ish

	- wife of Dr. Henderson, mother of Hannah and Georges

	- Dark tan skin, 5'0, 100lbs, long dark hair

Hannah, Female, 15

	- daughter of Dr. Henderson and Juliana, twin sister of Georges

	- Dark beige skin, 5'10, 160lbs, long dark-brown hair in a ponytail

Georges, Male, 15

	- son of Dr. Henderson and Juliana, twin brother of Hannah

	- Dark beige skin, 5'10, 165lbs, mousy dark-brown hair

Jesus, Male, 40s

	- M1 Agent

	- Black skin, 6'1, 210lbs, dark-brown hair in cornrows and braids

The smell of bacon roused Finch from sleep. It was light outside, and he shielded his eyes as the sun shined through the bare window. Logan was already gone from the bed they'd shared the previous night, so Finch took his time rising, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

His underwear had a large, wet, sticky spot in the front, and pulling them away from his skin revealed a load of semen within. Finch was puzzled. He'd had a wet dream or two in his life, but he masturbated so frequently that it hadn't happened in years. He tried to recall what his dreams had been. Lauren's face, her bush, flashed in his head, and Finch was pretty sure it must have involved his sister.

Finch was becoming a bit obsessed, and even at fourteen, he recognized it. He knew enough about the way people reacted to incest to worry that he'd go to far, but he couldn't help it. The fear and fright they'd been through, the closeness of Lauren, it left him wanting to be even closer to her.

And she was very sexy. He could still see her dark, hairy pubes, the way her fingers twirled through her wet pussy. His penis started to rise at the thought.

Finch shook himself and stood, found the rest of his clothes nearby. With a shrug, he slipped his pants on over his cum-filled underwear and finished dressing. It wouldn't be the first time he walked around with semen in his pants.

- - -

The smell of bacon also roused Lauren. She stretched and yawned, felt better than she had in days. No one was hurrying her off from some terrible situation, no brothers pushed against her to confuse her raging hormones. Or so she thought.

Lauren's arm fell against a warm body and she pulled it back, pushed down the covers, revealing Logan, the boy completely naked, snoring softly. When had he come in? Lauren watched him a moment. The twelve-year old had grown a lot in the past year. She was having a hard time thinking of him as a little boy. Even his penis had grown, though still small.

Her eyes were drawn to where his small cock sat limp above his balls, tufts of dark hair above his shaft. She smiled for no reason at all as she watched him breathing lightly. Lauren was both amused and turned on by the way Logan's dick seemed to pulse with each heartbeat. It started to harden while she stared at it, and within seconds, the boy's small dick stood straight up, the uncut foreskin letting her see only the very tip and opening of the head.

Logan's cock pulsed again, and Lauren could see fluid forming a bubble in the opening. Another pulse and the fluid bubble grew larger, threatening to spill over. Lauren's body was excited, tingling. It aroused her to see her brother's cock drooling precum. On instinct, she leaned over him carefully, flicked her tongue across the tip and gathered the thin, clear fluid into her mouth.

It tasted sweet, a touch salty. Lauren let it play on her tongue darting back for a second taste. I just tasted my brother's precum! She eased back, suddenly unsure of herself. Logan slept, his penis still hard, a drop of precum reformed at the tip of his cock. She let herself have one last taste. She took his dick into her mouth, just the first inch or so, and very lightly sucked a large drop of precum onto her tongue.

He tasted salty but clean, warm and meaty. Lauren had enjoyed sucking Lance's penis, but there was a special, deeper thrill to having her twelve-year old brother's flesh in her mouth. She paused only a moment, not wishing to be caught, certainly conflicted about what she was doing. The sensation of Logan's cock in her mouth stayed with her as she let the taste of him linger on her tongue and dressed slowly, staring at his naked body. Before she left the room, she covered him again with the sheets and kissed his cheek.

- - -

“He's not going to be happy to hear from me, Holly. You know how... that went. He hates you, too, if you recall.” The sisters sat sipping coffee on the upper floor of the two-story tower as the sun blasted down on a cloudless morning. The heat of the day was mitigated by the conditioned air which streamed in. Looking out at the featureless sand, Gene couldn't help wondering how anyone could spend more than a few minutes staring out at the desert without feeling a strange mix of isolation and claustrophobia.

“Hates is such a strong word.”

“You know what I mean. I betrayed his trust and he'll never forgive me.”

Holly shrugged. “What choice do we have? Gene's head is clearly fucked, no offense.”

Gene gave her a nod, acknowledging the truth.

Holly continued, “he can't even think about it without the block causing him pain. What choice do we have?”

Anna let out a long breath and nodded. “I know. I'll reach out and see if I can find him. Don't expect it to be easy to get him to come out here. Seem to recall he had a passionate dislike for sand...” The sisters looked at each other a moment before Anna stood and disappeared down the small staircase.

“Care to fill me in? What's happening next?” Gene had joined them in the middle of the conversation.

“Gonna try to contact a guy we know, Lee Lee.”

“Lili?”

“Two words, Korean guy, not his real name, but he seemed to like people puzzling over why he was called that, kinda like calling someone 'Jones Jones' in the US, I suppose.”

“And he's... able to work with me?”

“Best I know. Well, best I know who isn't the Mantis, and believe me, we aren't calling that monster. Lee was a neurologist before joining M1 and then going indy. Heavy into cutting edge suggestion techniques. Not cruel like the Mantis, but if we needed someone fucked with, he was the guy.”

Gene thought on that a moment, tried not to be swallowed up every time he glanced out over the glowing desert. “Why does he hate you?”

Holly shrugged, “Hate is such a strong word.”

“Holly...”

“He was in love with Anna a couple years ago, thought she was in love with him... He... caught us, me and Anna. We were on a beach in Indonesia, doing what Anna and I do... and he caught us, flipped out, thought he was going to kill us.”

“Ouch.”

“Right? He'd never been a beach person before that, and after... well, rumor was that he refused to take any job that involved sand. Don't know if he's let that go, but I doubt he's gotten over Anna. He hated me for ruining it.”

Gene stared at his feet a moment. “How, uh... how did you two start... uh...”

“Fucking? You want to know how sisters started fucking each other?”

“Yeah.”

Holly giggled, ran her hand down Gene's leg. “Oh, Hon, my delicious pervert. That's a long story... A long, hot story... another time, ok? Need to get back to work. Promise, I'll tell you all the details.”

Gene leaned back, tried to stop the way his penis threatened to rise, and followed Holly back down the steps and deeper into the bunker.

- - -

Tamara stood in the shower stall, washed her snatch with some of the water from the jug. It was the first time she really noticed how her pubes had grown in heavily. She hadn't shaved since before leaving home, and the growth had irritated her a bit. Her fingers flicked along her labia and she slipped one inside, drew it out sticky and wet, the remains of Hannigan's load. It had been inside her vagina all night.

She was growing fond of the man. Tamara knew that wasn't allowed. Fucking people was fine, becoming romantically attracted to them broke her agreement with Gene. She shrugged, accepted that a lot of rules had been broken. All she wanted was to hold Gene again, knew everything would work out if she could have only that.

Hannigan had gone out earlier, trying to make contact with the woman he knew. He had no address or number for her, but had told her that there was a way to let her know he needed her help.

The man returned just as Tamara was sliding her panties up. He called to her from the entrance and she yanked up her pants and slid a shirt over her braless tits. He held a couple of bags in his hands, spread the contents onto a small table.

“Filched some pastries, milk, and juice. No coffee, sorry, but I did find some tea bags. Care to fire up some water?” He bit into a small tart, continued as she put a small pan of water over the gas heater. “Left the mark for Hilda, hope she still monitors those sorts of things.”

“What kind of mark?”

“A mark left on a curb. She's never been easy to contact, mostly tries to stay off the radar, but she's helped me once before, and I'm hoping she's still in Belgrade. I'll check back later to see if she left a mark of her own telling me where to meet her.”

Tamara swallowed her second tart and several gulps of milk. “So we wait?”

“For now. I think we need to give her a couple of days before we give up. Too long and we risk being found. Today, though, I think we're ok. If anyone followed us, they'd already be here.”

“And what if she doesn't respond?”

Hannigan was silent a moment. “We stick to the original plan. Try to get to Afghanistan.”

“We have no money and a car which probably won't make it up the next hill. Doesn't sound encouraging.”

“True. Still, we're resourceful. I found us breakfast without paying for it, we'll figure something out.”

Tamara sighed, finally feeling full for the first time in days. Waiting was never easy, but at least she had company. The water was boiling and before long they had settled together on a dusty couch, sipping tea and taking comfort in each other's presence.

- - -

The bacon had been fantastic, and the rest of the copious breakfast laid out on the table had filled Logan's stomach for the first time in forever. He felt great that morning, better than ever. He'd woken from dreams of his sister, her soft pubic patch under his fingers. Logan eyed her, saw her glance his way a few times then look away. Maybe she had the same dream!

His penis was still hard, had been since he'd woken up. The twelve-year old wanted badly to pull it out and stroke it for Lauren. He thought she'd like that.

Henderson strode in and kissed his wife, two teens following him, both wearing pajamas and sleepy grins. “Everyone, these are my children. Hannah and Georges, meet Lauren, Finch, and Logan. They're going to be staying here a while, please help them adjust.”

Logan thought Hannah was just beautiful. The girl was older than him, maybe Lauren's age, and quite tall. Her dark-brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and hung down almost to where her bubble butt pushed out the loose pajama bottoms. She smiled at them and said 'hello', as did her brother.

Logan wondered how much she might enjoy him pulling out his penis and masturbating for her. The twelve-year was confident that she would like that very much, indeed.

- - -

Hannah and Georges sat at the table while Henderson and Juliana excused themselves. Lauren thought the siblings looked a great deal alike, couldn't help noting that, despite Georges' shorter hair, the two were nearly identical. The boy leaned over the table, asked politely, “so, how did you end up here?”

Lauren didn't know where to start. Henderson saved her by returning just then and giving a very sterile account of the flight which led the trio to be sheltered on his farm.

Hannah said, “so, you're fifteen. We are, too.”

Lauren understood suddenly, “oh, you're twins, then?”

Hannah nodded, “so Dad says. Not identical, not everywhere, as I'm sure you can tell.” There was a decided humor in her statement.

Henderson shook his head, “kids,” he said lightly. “Anyway, you two give them a tour of the grounds, show them what chores are needed, and please, please help them get comfortable. They've had a very rough couple of weeks.”

“Sure, Dad. Should be fun to have some new friends around.” Georges smiled at Lauren and she returned the expression. There seemed to be more than just friendship in that look, and Lauren blushed, suddenly feeling a little shy as the tall, mousy-haired boy kept her gaze just a little longer than necessary.

- - -

Gene had met each of the small contingent of agents still manning the Oasis years after Holly's father had died, and none of them stuck out as terribly interesting or unstable, at least on the first pass-through.

It made no sense to him that they would have continued to operate without a leader. It made less sense that they would have turned over control to the sisters the instant they showed up. Red flags, to be sure, but he admitted understanding very little about the world Holly and Anna had worked in all their lives.

He was seated along the edge of a large room filled with computers and whirling electronic equipment. During the briefing, he'd learned that Oasis operated several satellites and had hacked almost every net in the world. They had fingers on the pulse of all the major players and every state worth monitoring. The software they'd developed was light years beyond what even the CIA and M1 used to analyze and track information.

What they lacked, however, was enough manpower to do something with it. They could generate years worth of data in just minutes, and it sat idle in databases which would probably never be properly analyzed.

One thing they were sure of, however, was that Gene was the key to something. Too many of the power brokers were doing their best to find him. Some wanted him dead, some, like M1, wanted what was in his head first.

They'd been tracked as far as Tunisia, but so far, it seems they'd shaken the pursuit. Anna was certain it was just a matter of time, but for the moment, they appeared to be safe staying put in the middle of tens of thousands of square miles of desert.

Anna plopped down beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder. It was clearly an unfamiliar action, the more serious older sister's body seem to not know how to sink into his body. She pulled up and instead sat straight, no longer touching Gene. What brought on that moment of attempted affection, Gene had no idea.

“He got the message but hasn't responded yet.” 'He' meant Lee, Gene knew. “You know, there are few things I'm sorry about in my life, very few. But, despite the way things happened, I... I cared for him. Hated to break his heart like that.”

“Hmm...” Gene had nothing to offer, marveled at the fact that Anna was offering a very rare glimpse into her emotional life.

“Anyway, he's the best. He'll come through, just might take a bit work to get him to commit. Might have to go to him.”

“Where is he?”

“Who knows? All I know is that he received the message. The tracer bit confirmed it. Beyond that... no idea. He used to operate out of a suburb of Seoul, but I don't know if he's still there.” Anna had stiffened over the preceding moments, looked more like her serious self again.

“Anna, what can I do here? Everyone else is busy. I'm just taking up resources and waisting time.”

She looked at him a moment, flat look on her face. “Follow me.”

Gene walked behind her as they left the computer room and slid down a hallway to an unmarked door most of the way down. Anna opened it and closed it again once they were inside.

They'd entered a room that looked like every other bedroom Gene had seen in the bunker. Anna tossed her sack aside and opened a drawer. She pulled out a candle, lit it, and turned off the overhead light.

“What you can do, Gene, is make me feel like a woman for a while. I may not show it... but... I'm not always as in control of myself as it seems. Right now...” She seemed to choose her words before saying them, “right now, I'm feeling very vulnerable. Lee... meant a lot to me, and I could use some... attention from you to help me deal with that... up to it?”

Gene was more than a bit confused, but as Anna slipped her holsters off her body and her black shirt over her head, he needed no additional convincing to step to the blonde and kiss her deeply.

He pulled her pants down roughly as kissed her, then fondled her lovely, pale breasts. Anna moaned into his mouth as his fingers found her cunt, the woman freshly shaved, bare and smooth, her slit wet and sticky.

Gene led her to the bed where she sprawled out, eyes closed, her legs spreading wide. He could smell her excitement, her arousal thick and wonderful in his nose. Gene inhaled and settled between Anna's thighs, lapping firmly over her labia and clit.

It amazed him how much she smelled and tasted like her sister. They had a unique combinations of scents and flavors. He could have identified them anywhere, but as he lapped up Anna's juices, he wasn't certain he could tell the sisters apart.

Not that it mattered. Anna was moaning and shuddering as his tongue and lips made her squirm. His hands moved up while he ate her pussy, caressing her breasts and teasing her tight, hard pink nipples. The color of her areolae matched the bright, light pink between her legs. The sisters had the lightest coloring he'd ever experienced, and it was a delicious and wonderful contrast to that of his wife.

Images of his wife drifted through his head, and Gene let himself imagine it was her cunt he was eating. He could see and hear Tamara moaning, his movements matching her body's twists and jerks. Gene wanted her to cum badly.

He opened his eyes to see Anna looking down at him with an odd look in her eyes. Gene realized he'd lost the plot, imagining that he was eating Tamara's pussy had made him forget to match Anna's body's movements, and though she panted and shuddered still, his wife's rhythm was not that of the young blonde.

Gene tried to push Tamara from his head, focusing again on the twenty-two year old pussy in his mouth. Anna's body told him he'd found her rhythm again and soon she was shuddering through two quick and powerful orgasms.

He rose over her, pants at his ankles as she drew up and spread herself wide. Anna watched as he slid his penis into her tight pink pussy. She moaned as he penetrated her deeply. Gene loved the way her labia sucked at him as he moved out and back in. If he'd have been blindfolded, he wasn't sure he could have discerned Anna's vagina from her sister's.

The blonde climaxed again, her pussy tightening and clenching, forcing his cock out of her body, followed immediately by a strong gush of clear fluid. A second, less voluminous squirt followed. Gene's stomach and genitals were covered in Anna's juices. His erection pulsed and he drove it back inside her, suddenly burning with a need to release.

Just before his cock spewed cum, he released he'd completely given up on obeying the rules. Here he was, again fucking a woman without a condom. As he tensed and bucked against Anna's body, he broke more rules by ejaculating forcefully into the blonde's hairless vagina. He grunted as he unloaded. Anna held his shoulders, humped him back as he emptied himself into her body.

They rutted slowly a moment before she relaxed and let her arms fall back onto the bed. Gene pulled out and lay beside her. She panted a moment, finally closed her legs, and turned to lay facing him on her side. She smiled lazily, “thanks, Gene. Needed that.”

“Yeah... loved it.”

Her eyes locked on his a moment. “Thinking about your wife while you ate me?”

Gene felt a pang of guilt. “I... I was.”

“It's ok... I know you miss her... and I wasn't thinking about you when I squirted all over you. Lee used to make me squirt all the time... I'm finding I miss him a lot too.”

Gene wrapped his arms around her but the blonde had forced away the vulnerable young girl inside her and returned with the strong, resolute leader. She pushed herself from the bed, gave him a quick smile. “Now, as to what you can do for us... How's your Russian?”

“I prefer them white, extra cream.”

“Of course you do. So you've got no languages besides English?”

“Bit of Lebanese Arabic, from my wife's family, mostly how to order wine or find a toilet.”

“Hmm. Not much to work with. Still got your programming skills?”

“Rusty. Depends on what languages you need.”

“Follow me. I'll dump you on Charlotte. She's got a bug she's been trying to track down for weeks, something crucial, maybe you can help her.”

- - -

Logan and Finch were clearly fascinated, watching Georges milk the docile cow's teats. Lauren, though, she found herself growing wet with arousal. The way his fingers moved up and down, squeezing out the thin streams of white liquid, had her tremendously turned on. It hadn't hurt that he'd smiled at her all morning, but watching his hands work had made her hormones kick into overdrive.

“Here, give it a shot!” Georges turned toward her, offered Lauren a teat. She knelt down, skin flushed as he passed it to her. “Just work it firmly, top to bottom. She'll let you know if you're doing it wrong.”

The teat was warm in her fingers, and the way Georges leaned against her was warmer still. Slowly, she worked down the milk. Georges wrapped a hand around hers, said sweetly, “like this, firmer.” He moved her hand up and down and Lauren was sure her panties were becoming soaked. She wondered if he could smell her excitement.

“You're doing great, Lauren. Just great.” His hands reluctantly left hers as she milked the cow, but he kept his body pressed against her. It had been weeks since she'd been that close to any boy but her brothers, and she wondered if he'd resist if she mounted him behind the barn.

The moment seemed to pass and Georges stood up, collected the nearly-full bucket of milk, and said, “well, that's really about it. Not a ton to do, just an hour or two a day, and with you all here, it won't take any time at all. Hey, I've got an idea. Want to do a picnic at the Glade?”

Hannah grinned, “yes, we should.”

Georges pointed out of the barn, “the property goes back into those trees for some ways. There's a great spot back in there with a clearing, a stream that runs from that hill deepens into a pool before running on down. Hannah and I... It's pretty sweet back there.”

The look on Hannah's face was a bit odd, but Lauren ignored it as she returned to Georges' eyes.

Hannah looked at Logan and Finch, said, “you two come help me with the food,” and with a quick grin at her brother, led the boys back toward the house.

Lauren was left alone with Georges, suddenly a very nervous, excited teen. He took her hand, said, “walk with me down to the Glade? It's really beautiful back there, not as beautiful as you, though.”

She blushed and accepted the offer, walking hand-in-hand with him toward the trees, butterflies in her stomach.

- - -

Finch was in love, or at least, he thought it was love. He'd never known that feeling, exactly. Sure, he'd been horny and thought girls were hot, including his mom and sister, but Hannah was different. She smiled at him, she was beautiful, and she smelled so good.

As the dark-haired teen filled a basket with bread and fruit and cheese, he couldn't stop from leaning close to her and inhaling. She smelled so sweet, a bit musky, an aroma that had his penis hard and drooling precum into his shorts. At one point, she caught him in mid-sniff, and instead of moving away, leaned a bit closer, her hair just an inch from his nose.

So, he was in love, as much as any confused, horny fourteen-year old could be. Hannah finished packing up, smiled at Logan, then looked at Finch. “Girlfriend?”

He sputtered, “uh, what?”

“Got a girlfriend?”

“Oh... uh, no.”

“Good.”

She left that thought hanging as she shouldered the basket and led the brothers back out through the yard and toward the distant treeline.

- - -

They'd been in the small clearing next to the pooling stream only a moment when he kissed her. He'd turned toward her, looked into her eyes, said nothing, and brought his lips to hers. Lauren melted and kissed him back, hormones boiling, her pussy dripping into her panties. He pulled back, smiled dreamily, said, “thought you wanted that as much as I did. You're so beautiful, Lauren. So beautiful.”

She found she couldn't speak, but she pressed her lips back to his in reply. His hands were soon around her, stroking her back. His movements were confident, nothing like Lance's awkward fingers. They worked smoothly down to her waist, paused briefly, then slid over her ass. Lauren moaned, let her own fingers slip into the waistband of his trousers.

Without thinking, she'd pushed them down to his knees and knelt. Lauren stared at Georges' cock as it throbbed. It was good sized, over six inches, a bit thick. Her mouth watered just looking at it. She teased it with her tongue a moment, tasted his precum, salty and light, then took as much as she could into her mouth.

He groaned and Lauren was consumed. She'd needed this, desperately. Weeks on the run without sex had nearly driven her to cross lines with her brothers. Well, to be fair, she crossed some lines, but not the biggest ones. Lauren sucked Georges with greed, pulling him deep into her mouth, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged lightly before trying again to take him deep.

He moaned, held her head, slowly pumped in and out of her mouth. Lauren rose suddenly, said breathlessly, “I want you inside me.”

Georges smiled as she settled on her back in the grass, pulling her pants off her legs and tossing them aside. She could smell herself as her thighs parted, her wet excitement obvious in the still air. Georges rose over top of her, and within seconds, his penis was pressing against her labia. “You sure?” he asked, cock throbbing just outside her hole.

Lauren nodded and he pushed in, sinking deep into her vagina. She moaned with pleasure, the thick cock stretching her tight, fifteen-year old pussy. He grunted, said, “oh, Lauren... oh... yes...” His hips rose and fell as he humped the teen, Lauren wrapped her legs around his thighs, tried to pull his whole length deep into her cunt.

She felt so full. His cock was larger than Lance's, thicker, longer. It pushed deeper into her, and Georges seemed to know what he was doing. His rhythm matched what her body needed, and it was clear to Lauren that he was no virgin. He grunted, settled onto one elbow while his other hand slid between their suddenly sweaty bodies.

He found her clit and twirled it as he fucked her. Lauren cried out, her vagina spasmed. He kissed her then, grunting as she moaned, his fingers flying across her womanhood, cock sliding perfectly in and out of her body.

Before she could get there, he tensed and jerked, his dick swelling inside her. She felt the warmth of his semen blasting inside her. Georges unloaded his seed into her fertile cunt, and the thought that he might get her pregnant actually turned her on. She exploded around his ejaculating penis, writhing under him as he sucked on her lips.

Georges' cock twitched and finally stilled, held snuggly by her spasming vagina. The fifteen-year olds kissed for several moments as the tight fit of his dick in her hole kept the flood of sperm from rushing out of her body.

Lauren's eyes flicked open, pleasure radiating from her, sated and hungry for more. What she saw, just past George's beautiful face, was her two brothers with Hannah, the boys mouths open, the girl grinning, staring at where she lay with the boy's penis and ejaculate resting inside her vagina.

- - -

“Shit.”

Tamara was startled as Hannigan entered the house with a curse. “What happened?”

“Nothing. That's what happened. She marked an acknowledgement that she'd gotten my sign, but left me no directions.”

“What were you expecting?”

“Anything but just an acknowledgement. There should be one of three things beyond that, a sign to wait, meaning I should return after a certain number of hours or days, a sign to break off further contact, or a sign telling me where to go to meet her. All she left was the mark that meant she'd seen the message. It's bizarre.”

Tamara knew he was troubled and wrapped her arm over his shoulder, offered him a fresh cup of hot tea. “So what now?”

“I'm not sure.” He looked troubled. “I could see if she wanted no more contact, no problem, we'd move on as best we could, but she didn't leave even that.”

It was still afternoon, but clearly too late for them to try to leave that night. He glanced at the table. “We're out of food. Better go find something and hunker down here again tonight, I'll check the marks again in the morning, maybe she was distracted.”

“I'll go with you this time.”

“No. You wait here. Not that I wouldn't appreciate the company, but two people make more noise and are harder to hide than one. I won't be long. I spotted a small market shop about a mile North of here, shouldn't be too hard to collect a few things there.” He kissed her lips, managed a small smile. “I'll be fine. Please... just wait here.”

Waiting was never something Tamara had been good at, though she doubted anyone ever was. It would have been easier had there been something to do, a book to read, a problem to solve. But on the run, they'd brought no distractions, and the few books in the house were in a language Tamara couldn't understand.

So she alternated pacing in the living room and sitting on the hard wooden front step. Every sound made her anxious. What were certainly heavy footsteps turned out to be a fat tomcat sauntering through the yard. Creaking boards and leaves rustling made an eerie backdrop to her mixture of thoughts of her husband and family, and of her growing affection towards Hannigan as well.

She stepped inside to make another pot of tea, sure that Hannigan should have been back by now.

“Tamara.”

She froze. A woman stood a few feet away, covered in dark-green camouflage, an assault rifle held half-ready in front of her. Tamara couldn't reply, fear caught her voice in her throat.

“Come with me. Grab your bags.”

“Wh—who are you?”

“Hilda. Hannigan's already stowed. Hurry up. I don't want to have to shoot you.” Despite the small grin on the woman's face, Tamara couldn't tell if that was a poorly-timed joke, or a sincere threat. She did her best to gather their bags with shaky legs and arms, and followed as the woman left through the back door and headed into the surrounding woods.