Run - Chapter 21: Gashes (mf ff inc creampie voy masturbation twins brother/sister)

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Chapter 21: Gashes

Gene woke in the middle of the night after an intense dream. The details were fuzzy, but he was trying to rescue his family from a someone. Or something. He wasn't sure. Whatever it was, he couldn't go back to sleep. He rose and stretched, decided to walk the hallways a bit, see if anyone was up.

He passed the computer room, saw one or two people staring blankly into monitors, wondered how such a small crew managed to maintain 24-hour duty. He made coffee in the crew kitchen, figured he might as well be up for a while. There was no sign of anyone else stirring as he walked down the corridor toward the rec room.

Inside, he saw Jesus naked, sprawled on the same couch where they'd fucked Charlotte. Gene's dick was raw from the friction of her tight, clenching butthole. It pulsed twice, the memory still fresh and arousing.

A dark stain was near where Jesus's feet met the floor, an overturned glass nearby. The man had obviously come down from his trip and was likely out cold to the world for a while. Gene figured he'd clean up a bit, maybe find the man a blanket. He knelt down, picked up the glass, and froze.

Blood was dripping down the man's leg, pooling on the floor. Gene jumped back, saw the angry, red gash on the side of his abdomen. Panicked, he sprinted out of the room, back to the computer lab. “Jesus has been stabbed!”

Wistin jumped to his feet from behind a monitor, rushed out with Gene, yelling as he went. He heard doors creak open, footsteps behind. They charged into the room and Wistin began to check Jesus for vitals. Holly was there suddenly, “what the fuck!”

An alarm sounded throughout the bunker, a persistent clang that drove Gene's anxiety higher. Holly looked near panic, an unusual emotion from her. Sofija ran in a moment later, rushed a medical kit to Wistin. “He's still breathing, barely. Get Dentry in here, now!” she yelled at Holly. She rushed out of the room and Gene followed quickly behind her.

Holly found Dentry rushing up the corridor, sent him on to tend to Jesus. She stood motionless a moment, then turned, headed back towards the computer lab, Gene on her heals. Inside, the older agent Gene knew only as Ice was watching video monitors showing movement in green and black near the edge of the aboveground complex.

The woman saw them rush in, said sharply, “truck just sped out, heading South. What the hell's going on, Holly?”

“I don't fucking know. Someone stabbed Jesus. What triggered the alarm?”

“Someone tampering with the tracker on the truck. Looks like it got ripped out and tossed. See, it's not moving right there,” pointing to a single red dot on the map screen. “I saw the truck, though. No doubt it moved South in a hurry.”

Two more agents crowded around as they tried to figure out what had happened.

Holly put her hands over her ears, yelled, “turn off that fucking alarm!” A second later, the grating noise ended, and the silence which remained was deafening.

Everyone was upset, confused, and Gene sensed that no one was taking charge. He calmed himself for a moment, finally said, “get everyone not working on Jesus in here. Now!”

Ice made a short announcement over the intercom instructing the remaining agents to form up in the lab. Within seconds everyone but the three treating Jesus was there except for Charlotte and Anna. Gene briefed the late arrivals with what he knew.

“Can we go after them, whoever took that truck?”

Ice shook her head, “not in the dark. Not without the tracker. Look at that sandstorm kicking up, the tracks are probably already gone.”

“What's South?” Gene asked.

“Nothing but desert. Nothing's out there.”

“Whoever stabbed Jesus is getting away, and there's nothing we can do?”

Silence filled the room.

“Where the fuck are those two? Search everything, we need to find Anna and Charlotte.”

Over the next half-hour, they split up and checked every room in the bunker, and spent another twenty minutes braving the sandstorm and darkness to do the same around the complex. Neither woman could be located.

They gathered back in the computer lab, seething with frustration and anger.

Wistin came in, hands covered in blood, more on his clothing. Holly tossed him a towel. He said, “he's alive, but he's still critical. He lost a lot of blood, not conscious. Ten more minutes and there'd have been nothing left to work with.” He nodded toward Gene, continued. “The wound isn't a stab wound. It's an incision. Looks like something was ripped out of him, there are wires in his abdomen that look to have been left behind when something was yanked out. Dentry's never seen anything quite like it.”

“What was he carrying?” Gene's mind was racing.

“No idea. Could have been anything. There are all sorts of implants. RFIDs, data chips, beacons, keys, you name it. Whatever it was looked to be a few inches long, but we're doing a lot of guess work based on the cut and the wires, very hard to know.”

Gene's fears began to fester. “Jesus said he was the finger on the pulse of M1. If anyone knew something, he knew it too, right? Christ... whatever got ripped out of him could have compromised everything.”

Holly nodded more and more as he spoke. “Only a few people knew about Jesus's role. Everyone here, a small handful of others.” She looked to Ice, asked, “no one got in, right? No one got through your security and snuck in?”

Ice shook her head. “No one. Never one-hundred percent, but I'd stake my life on it.”

Holly's expression became grim. “Anna and Charlotte are still missing...”

Everyone understood the implications. One or both of the women had betrayed the Oasis and M1.

- - -

“Marcus, you can't just keep running forever. You've got to get into a position of power, somewhere you can protect her and get back on your feet, start fighting back and finding her husband.”

Hannigan and Hilda had been arguing for an hour. He wanted to get to a safe house he knew in Guam, acknowledging how hard that would be to get to. “I know! But I don't trust this guy. I don't know him, and it sounds like you don't know him well either.”

“I don't, Marcus. I don't. But... I know about him, and know people I trusted who trusted him. If anyone could get you to a position of power, it would be him. Perhaps more than anyone not related to Victor.”

“But we don't know who he supports. We're just as likely to deliver ourselves to Victor as we are to find allies.”

“No. That's one thing I'm certain of. He hated Victor. He was the one that started my doubts about the man, sending me intel that raised all kinds of red flags about Victor. Chaster Haul is as far from Victor's hands as you're gonna get.” She sipped her coffee as the morning sun rose and lightened the sky. “You'll never make it to Guam. I bet anything that place is locked down. That safe house was there only because the US military wanted it there. Jesus, you want to hand yourself to Victor, that would be the way to go. If you could get there, which you can't.”

Hannigan's shoulders sagged and Tamara knew he'd given in. He stewed silently.

“How do we contact him?”

“I call a pay phone.”

She looked incredulous. “A guy who waits around for a call on a pay phone doesn't sound like someone who can help us.”

“He doesn't answer it. Calling is enough. He'll know. Trust me. I reached out to him once before. And he helped me when I was backed into a corner. I can't swear he's a good guy. In fact, I doubt he is. But... it's all I've got, Marcus.” She rested a hand on his shoulder, her eyes on Tamara. “You can't keep running.”

He nodded and Tamara admitted to herself that she didn't know what else to do. The thought of staying on the run, hiding, fearing that every passing vehicle was going to be the one, she couldn't go on like that. And she had to find her children, her husband. Running just put miles between them.

Tamara set her will and said, “call him.”

- - -

“They set off fishing about twenty minutes ago, Dear. Grab yourself a pole and go join them!” Juliana's bright voice was overly-cheerful as Lauren tried to wake up after a restless night. Thoughts of the day before rattled her. The joy and thrill of fucking Georges, the horror of being caught by her brothers. She'd spent the rest of the day in rather mundane activities, helping the boy's mother with groceries and dinner, then watching a movie with the twins and her brothers.

They'd all seemed out of sorts, especially Finch. He said little to her, though she caught him glancing at her when he thought she wasn't looking. Logan was wired, but the energy was wrong. He kept disappearing into the bathroom for long stretches. Lauren wondered if the long weeks on the run was taking its toll on them. She tried her best not to be the bitchy, older sister that had often felt so good back home.

Lauren shook her head, “nah, thanks. Not much into fishing. Might go down and join them, though, show me the way?”

Juliana pointed, “out past the barn, there, head straight towards that distant peak once you get to the trees, then follow the stream down to a clearing the kids call the Glade.”

Lauren jumped in spite of herself. “Oh, uh... right. Ok, yeah, we were... there yesterday. Yeah, I can find it. Thanks.”

“Here, take these!” The woman passed her a small bowl with warm scones wrapped in a cloth, along with a small basket containing fresh, chilled milk and small cups. “Enjoy!”

Lauren nodded, and walked quietly off in the direction of the Glade. Her brothers were still shut in their shared bedroom, and she assumed they were sleeping. The relative calm of the farm was hard to swallow. The days of terror and fear, of being filthy, hungry, even pissing herself with fright, had given way to what, so far, seemed normal. It was almost uncomfortable.

She sucked in her breath, thought about her mom and dad while she walked at a measured pace into the treeline. The way they'd been taken from her so suddenly had left her no time to tell them how much she loved them. The old Lauren would never have thought it mattered. Now that they were gone, possibly dead, the pit of her stomach turned sour thinking of the wasted opportunities to just be thankful, to be nice to them, to say she loved them.

It was lovely on the farm, to be sure. Despite her early reservations, the couple of days spent there had been very easy and mostly relaxing. Her mind drifted to Georges, could feel again his thrusts inside her body. He'd been a gentleman afterwards, getting her drinks, flirting with her without being clingy. It made her feel really good.

The Glade was just ahead when she heard voices. It took several seconds and several steps closer before the words being spoken made her stop in her tracks.

“Oh... that's so hot. And they both came in your mouth?”

“Both of them. Neither had been with a girl before... mmm... I liked being the first.”

“Thinking of... ohh... going further, letting them fuck you?”

“Of course! Not... ommm... like you, diving between Lauren's legs the second... mmm... you have a moment alone with her.”

“What can I say, she's very hot. God, Hannah... uhnnn... it felt great.”

“Better than me?”

“Not better. Different. Wonderful... ohhh... Thinking about it has me about to cum again.”

Lauren's butterflies had returned. What in the world was going on? A few quiet, quick steps brought her to a low hedge and enough of a view to see into the Glade. What she saw blew her mind.

Hannah was on her back, skirt flipped up, panties loose around one ankle, her legs wrapped around her twin brother's waist. Georges was slowly fucking his sister, the dark-haired girl holding him tightly against her. Their conversation died as they shared a long, passionate kiss. Lauren could not believe her eyes.

The fucked so slowly, calmly almost. Lauren watched as he moved in and out of his sister, humping gently like he didn't want to hurt her. Hannah's arms caressed his back, low moans could be heard when she broke the kiss.

Georges began to moan as well, his face buried in his sister's shoulder. Lauren heard her say, “shoot in me... that's it... shoot in me... oh... ohhh... I feel it... ooohhh...” His body showed no obvious sign that he was cumming, but Lauren knew he was. She felt again the way his hot semen had splashed inside her, knew the pleasure Hannah was feeling in that moment as her brother ejaculated in her body.

They slowed and stopped, joined lips again for a long, passionate kiss. Georges rose slightly, smiled at his sister, “I love it when we do it slow like that... feels so good...”

“Mmm... agreed.” The twins kissed a moment longer, then Georges rolled off her. Just as he started to pull his pants up, Lauren knew she'd been caught.

Georges eyed her, panicked, tried to yank his pants up his legs, got caught and ended up falling over his twin sister.

“Easy! You nearly smashed my boob!”

Hannah looked at his face, knew something was wrong, followed his gaze back to where Lauren was frozen in place.

“Lauren! Oh... Please... don't go... Wait, let me explain, oh... shit!”

Lauren ran from the Glade and didn't stop until she'd found a small stall in the barn and closed herself inside.

- - -

“It's done.”

Gene looked up from where he'd laid his head on the table, didn't remember drifting off. Holly's voice was strained, tired. His voice cracked as he asked, “what's done?”

“Made contact with Israel, made them aware of the situation with Jesus and Charlotte. And Anna. To say the shit hit the fan isn't doing it justice. Whatever he'd had on his body might have compromised anything. Everything. There's no record of him getting an implant, no one seems to know why he had it or what it was.”

“So what now?”

“We'll have to black Oasis. We're compromised here for sure. We can't defend this place. And they'll come, Gene. You're here. They'll definitely come. Goddammit!”

He rose and wrapped his arms around the nineteen-year old. Gene still couldn't believe how much the young woman had experienced, how much responsibility was on her shoulders. Her eyes were red. He wondered if she'd been crying. Gene hugged her and tried to calm her down. Her arms wrapped around him, and for the first time since he'd met her, the embrace felt wholly sincere.

She didn't unlock her grip for some moments. Holly tried to smile, managed a shallow frown instead. Tears had formed in her eyes. Gene led her to a couch and sat holding her while she let a few drops slide down her cheeks.

He asked softly, “worried about Anna?”

“Terribly.”

He hated to ask but he had to know, “do you think she did this?”

Holly didn't answer a moment, finally said in a quiet voice, “I hope not...” Her tears had stopped and her face showed her strained attempt to collect her resolve. “I don't know. She's never been exactly... predictable... but she was always on my side. I... I don't know.”

Gene thought a moment, said hopefully, “maybe Charlotte kidnapped her, took her with her. Probably she's innocent, right?”

“I don't know.”

Holly's significant doubt troubled Gene, made him wonder why the young woman could believe her sister had betrayed her and the rest of the allies. Anna had seemed tightly focused, an M1 agent to the core, but Gene was deep enough in the game to know that deception and lies were core as well. He exhaled, wondered if it ever got easier, and cleared his mind to make room for the things they could control.

“So we leave. Shouldn't we try to make it to an M1 strong point? We've been hanging out here vulnerable since you saved me from Victor. Isn't it time we rallied with a force somewhere?”

Holly's resolve clicked and she pushed herself out of Gene's arms. “Yes. The obvious choice is Israel, though that's the most likely place Victor would expect you to run.”

“What are the other options?”

“There's... Sudan, though I expect that's not a viable option if we want the best intel. Afghanistan is out, Russia too, Victor and Playa look to be consolidating multiple forces in both. M1 pulled out most of the regular forces from both last night. Japan never was a strong point, and New Zealand is too far out of the fight. That leaves...” She pursed her lips, “the Cambridge.”

“The Cambridge? As in... England, or... Massachusetts?”

Holly shook her head, “no, not even close. The Cambridge is the M1 emergency fallback headquarters. When the worst shit is imminent, the call gets made to get the best of the best to the Cambridge.”

“So where is it?”

“Right now... umm...” she closed her eyes a moment, “actually... not too damn far at all.”

“Enough dodging, Holly. Where is this place?”

“The Cambridge is not a place, it's a nuclear submarine we acquired and upgraded about six years ago. It never docks, constantly on the move. Outside a dozen people at the very top of the M1 regional agencies, there are probably only five people in the world who know how to find it without help. I'm one of them.”

“You are full of surprises. How do we get there?”

“Safer if I keep that to myself right now. Just us, though, and we'll need to move quickly. Sofija and Wistin will almost certainly go to Israel. The others, well, except for Jesus, aren't M1. I don't know enough about what else Dad may have set up to know where to send them.”

Gene had a darker realization. “Wait... if the top of M1 know how to find the sub, wouldn't Victor have that knowledge?”

Holly was silent a moment. “Yes. Fuck. I'm slipping to miss something so obvious.”

“Does that really change anything? Do we have a better option?”

“No.”

Ice walked out of the corridor and said, “message waiting for Anna. Marked 'eyes' and 'top'. Want to take a look?”

Holly gave Gene a troubled look and followed Ice back to the computer room. Gene trailed behind, mind racing.

Ice punched a few buttons on the keyboard and moved to the other side of the room. She glanced back at Gene, ensured no one else was around, said very quietly, “Anna never knew I had broken her encryption. Not sure if Ice knows or if it was just an ignorant guess. Don't like it either way.”

“Are you going to read it?”

“Of course.”

Holly's fingers pounded the keyboard for almost ten minutes as she punched in the key from memory. A light on the monitor screen turned from red to green and Holly slipped a memory stick into the port. The light went from green to black, and Holly withdrew the stick.

She led Gene back to the sitting area and pulled out her small tablet. Holly plugged the stick in, and Gene saw her eyes scanning what she saw. “It's Lee. He's not agreed to help you, not yet. He wants to see Anna first. Dammit. I knew he'd let that bullshit breakup get in the way of unfucking your head.”

Holly let out a frustrated growl, composed herself, said to Gene, “pack up your gear. Join me up above in twenty minutes. I've got something to show you.”

- - -

“Lauren?” Hannah's voice was soft, pleading. “Can we just talk?”

Lauren said nothing, confused and upset by what she'd seen. Confused further by the way her clit stayed hard even as she ran from the Glade. Upset that part of her wondered what it would be like to fuck her brothers like that.

The stall door opened and Hannah took a step in. “I'm sorry, Lauren. Really.”

Lauren stared at her feet.

Hannah closed the door behind her, sat with her back against it, a frown on her face. “I am sorry. We... we're so used to no one being around... Never expected you to see that...”

Lauren mumbled, “me either.”

Hannah was quiet a moment, twirling straw in her fingers. “See... we've been up here all our lives. There's no one, Lauren. No one. Georges and I... we've had to be best friends. There's no one for us to play with or make friends with.”

Lauren's voice was a soft growl, “looked like more than friendship to me.”

Hannah nodded slightly, “it... it is... We're just like you... just... well, there wasn't anyone else. Bet you played doctor with a boy or two when you were young, right?”

Lauren shrugged, and Hannah took that as an affirmation.

“We had the same urges... and we only had each other... so... we played around... innocent... just curious. But we got older, and when... when we started getting urges... it was just... normal to explore them together. We're twins, Lauren. We are closer than most that way, and being here,” her arms spread out around her, “all by ourselves... what would you have done?”

Lauren flashed to the morning before when she'd given in to temptation and taken her twelve-year old brother's penis in her mouth while he slept. A large part of how she felt was tied up in moments like that. “I... I don't know...”

Hannah smiled tightly. “I don't know either. But... I also don't know what normal is to you, to anyone. There's just us, Georges and me. And we do the best we can. We're good to each other, he makes me feel really good, and I do the same for him. We have to... to survive. It's lonely otherwise. He's the only lover I've known, and until you, I was his first and only. I'm... I'm honestly kinda jealous of you...”

Lauren looked up, surprised, “jealous?” She thought a moment, understood. “Oh... yeah, I guess you should be, since you two are together like that... Sorry...”

Hannah put a hand on Lauren's ankle. “Don't be. I'm getting over it. Being with him this morning helped. We've both been overwhelmed since you arrived. Only very rarely have we ever had anyone close to our age around, it's been kinda exciting since you arrived. We've gotten carried away, jumped into you with some urgency.”

Lauren made a connection, “did you... did you... play around with Finch?”

It was Hannah's turn to look at her feet. “I did... yesterday after you and Georges left the Glade. I didn't fuck him... just... some other stuff...”

“What about Logan?”

Hannah grew redder. “Him too...”

“Jesus...”

“Sorry... Like I said... we don't get to be around other people up here... Even I'm surprised how much I wanted it...”

Lauren said nothing a moment, was aware that her clit was still pounding between her legs. Despite her shameful, embarrassing emotions, the arousal had not dissipated.

“Can we start over, Lauren? Like... like yesterday... and this morning... never happened. Try to be friends?”

Lauren felt calmer then, replied, “no need to start over, Hannah. It's... ok... I...” She glanced up and around the stall.

Hannah caught her looking, stood, peered out of the stall and through the barn door. “Georges headed back to the house. No one will bother us... what is it?”

Lauren let out a long breath. “I guess I need to tell someone... I... I've been having... feelings... about my brothers. More than feelings, I've done some things...”

Hannah sat, closer this time, her hand back on Lauren's ankle.

“It's this horrible run we've been on. I've been scared shitless for weeks, confused. I've... I've always played with myself when I needed to clear my head, and I've done that a lot lately. But my brothers... we've had to sleep in the same bed several times, crammed in cars, we've been touching and scared and needing comfort.

“I've seen them jerking off... jerking off to me, even. And... just yesterday morning... I... I...”

Hannah's hand moved up to Lauren's calf and started to rub her gently. “It's ok... after what you saw this morning... I'll get it.”

Lauren started again. “Logan was in my bed, naked. Sleeping. I started to get up for breakfast, couldn't stop watching his dick. I... took him in my mouth. Just for a few seconds. I don't know what made me do it... I... I liked it... I think I liked it... He didn't wake up and I stopped before it went further. God, Hannah. I can't believe I'm telling you this. I feel so ashamed...”

Hannah slid next to Lauren, put an arm over her shoulder and leaned the fifteen-year old against her. “You just made me feel normal. Even when it was just Georges and me, when we didn't have anyone else, I always knew it was strange to be sexual with my brother. I thought no one else in the world would understand how intense that draw can be. Thank you for being honest with me.”

“I don't know about normal,” Lauren said quietly, “but it is honest. Even now... just telling you... I'm thinking about it over and over... Worse... I wish he'd have woken up and wanted me to do more... I'm not sure I would have left so suddenly.” She let out a sigh, let her hand fall down and rest on Hannah's thigh without a thought. Even when she realized what she'd done, she didn't move it. “I don't know what to do now.”

Hannah set her hand over Lauren's, wrapped her fingers around the teen's. “I dunno... I'm not too good at figuring out things like this. Not a lot of practice, up here.” She ran her cheek over the top of Lauren's head, slow circles in silence before she said, “can I kiss you?”

Lauren's head rose, uncertain, “what?”

“I don't know. I just feel like kissing you. You're sad and I don't want you to be... when I'm sad, Georges kisses me and I feel better. So, I want to kiss you and make you feel better.”

Lauren didn't respond, but didn't refuse her. Hannah drew closer, slowly pursing her lips. When their mouths met, Lauren opened hers instinctively and shared a slow, comforting kiss with the girl. Lauren's pussy grew very wet.

- - -

“So we just sit here? I don't like it, Hilda.” Hannigan was pacing, agitated. Hilda had made the call, let it ring three times, and hung up. It was approaching noon. The woman had been hustling around the cabin, getting set to abandon her home in anticipation of whatever might force her to leave quickly. She'd packed three big hiking packs with supplies, given both Hannigan and Tamara sidearms and ammo, strapped an extra around her waist.

“I told you, Marcus. He'll make contact when he can. It might be five minutes or five months, I don't know. I don't expect we have five months, but let's give him as long as we can. We don't know if you've been followed, but if you have, I don't expect to be here much longer. If he hasn't reached out by then... Let's hope it doesn't come to that.”

Tamara watched Hannigan pace. She felt his frustration. She grew more anxious the longer they did nothing. Waiting around for someone who may or may not help them left a hollowness in her gut which grew larger, more sour, over time.

The phone rang, and Hilda jumped to answer it. Receiver to her ear, she snatched a pen and paper, started jotting down something. Hannigan stopped his pacing and stared at her. The call went on for several minutes before she hung up.

“That him?” Hannigan inquired.

“Don't know yet, coded. Will take a few to sort this out.” Hilda disappeared up a wooden ladder into the tiny crawlspace, pulled down a box with an old record player and a couple dozen old LPs. She picked through them slowly.

“Really?” Hannigan looked both frustrated and bemused.

“Old ways are still the best ways, my friend.” Hilda found the disc she was after, cranked the player, and found the track she needed. She took notes as an old bluesman sang a long, drawn out tune in creole.

Once the song ended, she stopped the record, took her notebook to the couch and started writing furiously. It was almost half an hour before she finished, said, “it was him, and he's willing to meet me. Obviously, he doesn't know anything yet, just that I need to contact him. Gave me an address to meet him.”

Tamara spoke up, “where is it?”

Hilda looked a bit puzzled. “Malaia, in Romania. Hmm...”

“What is it?”

“Odd choice. It's a commune. I once spent a few nights camped outside there while I was trying to find an old arms dealer who'd screwed us on a trade.”

“Coincidence, maybe,” Hannigan suggested.

“Nothing Chaster Haul does is coincidence.”

- - -

Hannah's hands were slow to move, the two teens kissing together in the barn stall. Lauren felt Hannah's fingers move hesitantly from her shoulders to just above her breasts.

The girl broke their kiss, said softly to Lauren, “I've never been with a girl before... this is new to me.”

Lauren moaned as the teen's hands began to softly cup her small breasts, said, “I did... once... it feels nice.” She remembered the night she'd made love with Panthea, the older woman's expert touches had explored all of Lauren's body, and the memory sent a shiver of arousal through her.

They kissed again, Lauren finding her strength as she began to caress Hannah's larger tits. They were both braless, the girl's nipples hard against Lauren's fingers. Hannah moaned, her hands moving more urgently, clearly turned on to be touching Lauren so intimately.

Lauren slid her hand down between Hannah's legs, running them along the fifteen-year old's thighs. She reached under her skirt, pressed her palm against the girl's panty-covered genitals.

The fabric was soaked. Lauren remembered that Hannah had just had sex with her twin brother. He'd cum in her. She wondered if his cum was still leaking out of the girl's vagina.

Hannah moaned as Lauren slipped her hand under the panties, fingers exploring her tender folds. Hannah's pussy was hot, sticky. She found the girl's clit hard and pushed out from its hood. Lauren dipped a finger between her labia, parted them slightly, felt slickness rush over her skin as she slipped inside her hole.

Hannah was panting heavily against her cheek. Lauren fingered her slowly, rubbing her clit with her palm, circling and stroking her sensitive flesh, enjoying the warmth of the girl's gash. Hannah moaned lightly, her hips rose against the soft touches. She let out a low “uhnn... uhnn...” Hannah's legs opened wider and she leaned back, let Lauren take the lead.

Her hand was becoming very slick by the time Lauren slipped a second finger into the girl's vagina. Hannah's moans came quicker, were deeper. Lauren continued to finger her, the teen's own panties becoming very damp. Hannah bucked, moaned, hips rising further, legs shuddering and swaying. She tightened her arm around Lauren, kissed her cheek, let her lips linger there as her body convulsed in orgasm.

Lauren was buzzing as Hannah climaxed, the power she'd felt in bringing the girl to orgasm made her feel strong, in control. She continued to finger her, again and again dipping into Hannah's vagina, drawing out George's semen, using it to whirl her flesh over the teen's still-throbbing clit. In moments, Hannah was crying out in a second orgasm.

She leaned forward, made Lauren stop her movements as she glowed with obvious euphoria, said breathlessly, “too much...”

Hannah pushed Lauren back against the wall, found Lauren's zipper, and slipped it down, her hand snaking inside. She petted Lauren's genitals with urgency. Fingers dancing over her wet panties, Lauren's body burned with a rising need for release. She moved Hannah's hand under the edge of her panties and felt the girl's fingers on her pussy for the first time.

Hannah was all over the place, sliding from clit to labia and back up again. She didn't seem to know how to focus. Lauren took her wrist lightly, said, “like this...” and showed her how to rub her clit and then guided her to insert a finger into her vagina.

Lauren moaned as Hannah slowed down, the warmth of her skin down there magic. Lauren's labia were swollen, wet. She drew her hand up from where it had rested on Hannah's thigh, licked her fingers, tasted the girl's private wetness where it still coated her skin. The pungent slickness made her more aroused, Hannah's fingers twirling around her clit, sometimes sliding into her hole.

Lauren panted, rose up, her thighs clenching and rocking. Hannah seemed to sense how close she was and kissed her neck, let her lips trail down and up to her cheek. The sensitive touches both high and low sent Lauren over the top. She cried out and orgasmed, her thighs clamping down on Hannah's hand, holding it tight as her climax rushed through. Waves of pleasure made her moan loudly, and it seemed like hours before she was able to let go the tension in her body and relax.

Hannah collapsed against her as Lauren struggled to find her breath. The smell of wet pussies and horny teen lovers made Lauren smile. She always loved to smell herself like that, and it was infinitely more pleasant to smell Hannah's wet genitals.

They sat together, hands slowly moving around each other's bodies, no words between them. It was a powerful experience, one which went a long ways towards easing Lauren's conflicted thoughts.

- - -

“What are they?” Gene looked at the items Holly held in her hand. A third the size of an egg, flatter, the objects looked to be made of hard, black plastic.

“Something I've been working on for two years, and I think, they might actually work.”

“Do you ever give a straight answer?”

Holly purred, “it's more fun to watch you try to figure it out.”

Gene refused to respond, waited for her to continue.

“Fine.” She handed one to Gene. “Swallow it.”

He gave her a flat look, turned it over in his hand. “Explain.”

“The next few days are going to be rough. We can't go straight to the Cambridge. Not until we're absolutely certain no one is on our tail. Gonna be no time to sleep, and we need to be sharp for what might happen.” She held the second object up, looked at it like a lover about to give someone pleasant head. “This little beauty will keep us from needing sleep, and our senses will be enhanced. Should be good for at least four days.”

“The body needs sleep, Holly. This doesn't sound like something I want to mess with.”

“Want and need are two different things. I've been wanting to try these out. The last batch worked great for two days...”

“But...”

Holly shrugged, “I got sleepy. These are stronger, more careful timing.”

“Drugs?”

“Not precisely. Better than drugs. I'll show you the details sometime.” She glanced around the complex, the lack of blowing sand allowing them to see more clearly the subtle dunes surrounding them. “Now's a good time to get moving. Swallow it. Or... you can take it the other way.”

Gene looked at the black oblong item in his hand. “Other way?”

Holly smiled, pulled her pants to her ankles and turned around. She licked her oversized pill, saliva dripping from it, then reached behind her. Gene watched bemused as the blonde pushed it into her ass, her anus dilating slowly, a satisfied moan clearly added for effect. It disappeared quickly as Holly's little pink anus closed tight. She stood, returned her pants to her waist, and straightened her holsters. The delighted smile on her face said she enjoyed torturing him like that.

Gene eyed the object held in his fingers, said, “think I prefer to swallow it.”

“Your loss. I would love to help you put it in.”

Gene threw it down his throat, did his best to swallow without water.

Holly nodded, noted movement by the helicopter. “Looks like Wistin and Sofija are getting Jesus out of here. The others are heading for a place Dad established in Andorra. I wished them luck a few minutes ago. Time to leave. Come on, I've got a truck waiting.”

Gene followed her out into the sand. “If not to the Cambridge, just where are we going?”

“Dakar, by way of Morocco. Gonna be a long trek.”

“Another long trek.”

Holly purred as they slid into the cab of the truck, bags slung into the bed. “Hang on, Gene. That thing should be kicking in in about twenty minutes. You're about to start four days of the best adrenaline rush you've ever known.”