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

Hannigan, Male, late-30s

	- Former agent of M1 and Playa Gordo

	- Pale, freckled skin, 5'11, 185lbs, short sandy-red hair
	
Hilda, Female, 40s-60s

	- Former colleague of Hannigan

	- Pale olive skin, 5'6, 125lbs, shoulder-length dark-brown 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

The afternoon on the farm was shaping up to be a lot of fun. Logan had tried his hand at milking the cow earlier, found himself unusually turned on by the experience. Finch had been there as Georges led the brothers through the morning chores, and there was talk of going riding that afternoon. Logan had never ridden a horse before, thought it sounded like something he could master in an hour or two. Fantasies of riding a steed into battle before rescuing a damsel played through his mind all day.

He'd noticed that Lauren looked withdrawn, rarely having much more than a word or two for anyone. He wondered if it had anything to do with what he and his brother had done with Hannah, maybe Lauren had found out about that. He wasn't sure what Lauren might think, but after seeing her with Georges earlier that day, Logan knew she couldn't really say much.

After lunch, the five of them headed out to the stables and grabbed saddles and gear, then went North to a pasture on a slight slope away from the farm. Georges showed them how to fasten the saddle, walked them through how to mount and dismount, gave them some quick lessons from the back of a tall brown mare.

They mounted up, and from the instant Logan sat down, he felt the power that came from gripping the back of the animal with his thighs, taking the reins and directing the horse into a steady trot. He rose above the field as they moved along the fence, heading for a gate which led to a slightly wooded area. Logan turned his head, watching the world move away behind him. He smiled broadly, let out a hoot, and followed Hannah onto a trail which disappeared ahead of them into the trees.

- - -

“These pills don't seem to keep us from needing a piss.” Gene adjusted himself for the fourth time in the last few minutes. “I'm floating over here.”

Holly chuckled, said, “almost to the break. There's a natural oasis up ahead, decent sized. We'll stop there a few.” Her hand slid over to Gene's lap where she rested her palm against his crotch. “I'll help you hold it if you want.”

Gene groaned, tried not think about his discomfort.

Twenty minutes later, they pulled into a place that Gene could only describe as out of place. Brown sand mounds surrounded an acre-sized patch of grasses and a half-dozen trees. A small, dusty pool of water had small waves and disturbances around it's irregular egg-shaped boundary. Surrounding the lusher interior, there was a ring of dead and dying foliage, signs of drought or disease.

Gene had felt the rush of Holly's pill kicking in during the first half-hour of the drive, but the way the blonde had raced madly over the rough dunes masked the entire sensation in high-speed adrenaline. Stepping out onto the sand, he realized that his head felt light, his body energized, blood rushing through his system in ways which screamed amphetamines.

“Goddamn Holly, this shit is crazy.”

“Isn't it the best? The crash sucks, but we've got a few days before we have to worry about that.”

Gene fished his cock out of his pants. He was rock hard, his penis throbbing in his hand from the rush. Holly watched him a moment as his stream of piss flowed rapidly, then pulled her pants down, squatted and began to urinate, her own stream strong and pungent. Gene let out a long, relieved groan as his bladder finally emptied.

He shook off the last drops and started to tuck his dick back into his pants. Holly grabbed his penis first, dilated pupils looking at his face. “Quick one, Gene? Come on, doesn't it just make you want to fuck?”

Gene was in no shape to say 'no.' The effects of the pill sent his body into overdrive, lust powering through him. Holly stood, bent over in front of him, and grabbed her ankles. “Do it, Gene. You can stick it in my ass if you want. Hurry, now! God, cumming on this stuff is amazing, you'll see!”

He'd never fucked Holly's butt before, the tight, pink hole didn't even look big enough to fit inside. He lapped against her anus, the bittersweet flavor not unpleasant, Holly moaning loudly as he rimmed her. Gene pushed saliva into her rectum with his tongue, used his finger to push in more, then coated his dick with spit.

Gene put the tip of his dick against Holly's asshole. The blonde called out, “oh, fuck yes... put it in my ass, Gene, put it in my ass!”

Gene pushed forward, driven hard by the rush of the pill, his cock drooling precum even as he slid the first inch inside her. Holly groaned as he penetrated her, and Gene's dick felt squeezed and pinched. He was uncertain he could go much deeper.

He started to thrust in small movements, Holly's clenching anus not opening much, so tight it cut the blood flow from the head of his cock. Gene softened a bit, helping to push another couple of inches inside the blonde's pink butthole.

Holly wasn't interested in slow and gentle. She slammed back against Gene's groin, his penis sinking fully into her rectum. She let out a long cry, sucked in her breath, started hammering her hips forward and back.

Gene felt his cock grow hot, swelling inside the nineteen-year old's bowels. Though neither of them was touching her clit or massaging her G-spot, Holly cried out and orgasmed from the overwhelmingly intense anal fucking. She thrashed against him, thrashed, both of them sweating intensely in the heat of the day.

Gene bellowed, held Holly's waist tightly, and pumped several powerful spurts of semen into Holly's ass. He felt powerful, needful, lustful aggression keeping him humping the blonde's anus long after his cum had slowed. His cock shot out of her asshole on a long stroke, slapped against her thigh. Holly grabbed it with her fist, guided it quickly to her pussy, and sank back on him, started humping him again.

She shuddered, shouting, “fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Goddammit, Gene, fuck me!” She was intense, animalistic, driven to rut, and quickly built to another climax.

Gene's body burned with heat and lust and energy as he slammed himself into the orgasming teen. Her tight, pink pussy was messy, slick, milking his penis and rapidly drawing towards his release. He bellowed, grunted, tried to breath, tried to let go, and ejaculated powerfully into Holly's pussy, filling her quickly, churning the cum, churning it into a froth, semen rushing into her body for long seconds, his cock throbbing and feeling raw.

It took a great deal of willpower to finally pull out of her. Gene's body wanted more, needed more. He felt like he could fuck her like that for hours. He pulled back, saw the mess drooling from the blonde's tiny pink anus, more cum dripping from her smooth pink vagina.

Holly stood up, turned around. Her face was red, fully flushed, her eyes wide, her mouth open as she breathed heavily. “Goddamn, Gene. Yes! That's what I was telling you! Isn't it great?”

Gene didn't respond, found the need to piss again was urgent. He turned his body to the side, felt piss slowly slide up his length, a thin stream rushing fast out onto the sand.

Holly grinned, watching him piss. “Sometime I'm going to let you do something interesting with that...”

Gene finished quickly, tucked his cock back in his pants. His hardon still raged, but for the moment, the immediate need for release had become less urgent. Holly groaned, grabbed her stomach, said, “toss me the TP, gotta do more than pee.”

“Jesus, Holly, are you ever not blunt?”

“Blunt would have been telling you that I need to take a big shit right now.”

Gene groaned, grabbed the roll, and handed it to Holly as she squatted down and started moving her bowels.

- - -

“I'm sorry, Hilda,” Marcus said, a hand on the woman's shoulder, “We shouldn't have come here.”

The woman waved him off, said, “it's done. When things blow over, I'll find a new place. Bout time for a change anyway, started to feel rusty here.”

Tamara felt sad for her, the woman leaving the home she'd had for years, packing only a few small things and leaving the rest behind. It worried Tamara to know that someone might be following them, might be close to finding them again, and though she regretted that Hilda was caught up in it, Tamara was grateful to be moving somewhere that promised to change things. She hoped it meant she went from hunted to hunter. She needed to find Gene and her children, couldn't allow herself to think that any or all of them might be dead.

They climbed into Hilda's beat-up truck, Tamara in the middle of the old bench seat. The insides smelled like mold and rust, small dings in the windshield leaving tiny spiderweb cracks in several places. The truck might have been blue at one time, but it tended to look gray even in the sunshine that day.

Tamara stared ahead of them, trying to parse the events which had led up to that moment. So many things had happened. She'd lost her husband and kids, almost cried when she thought about Logan, how he was so young, so vulnerable. She hoped he wasn't terrified and traumatized, but she knew inside that he probably was. Finch, too. Lauren she thought might have enough maturity to do ok, assuming, of course, that she was still alive.

They drove in silence for a while, and Tamara couldn't help feel the warmth of Hannigan to her right, and Hilda to her left. She'd shared her first threesome with those two. She shivered at the memory, the intense moments, the pleasure. It felt out of place amidst all her own fear and anxiety. She'd tasted her first pussy, and found she liked it. Tamara had not expected that.

She tried to keep from becoming aroused, wanted to sleep if possible. Tamara leaned against Hannigan's shoulder and he put his arm around her. Hilda glanced over, gave her a small smile, and turned back to driving. Tamara let her thoughts drift again to Gene and the children, didn't think of them as dead, wished they had found someone like Hannigan, or Hilda, to help them find some kindness and comfort.

- - -

“Can I ask you something Lauren?” Hannah whispered after the two of them had slowed and fallen back from the others as they passed through the trees along a thin but well-worn path.

“Okay...”

They stopped their horses and Hannah dismounted. The brown-haired girl unbuttoned her riding pants, paused, looked up at Lauren, said, “mind if I pee first?”

Lauren shrugged.

Hannah pushed the pants down to her thighs, then her panties, squatted down on the side of the trail, and urinated strongly into the grass, her stream flowing fast from her pussy. Lauren couldn't help glancing down to watch the bitter warm liquid rushing from the teen's pretty cunt, a cunt Lauren had fingered once already. Before Hannah caught her looking, Lauren turned away, pretended to watch a squirrel.

Hannah let her crotch drip a moment, said, “wish I had some tissue,” then pulled up her panties and returned her pants to her waist. She walked to Lauren's horse, petted its neck. “I've been thinking about things and I wanted to talk to you about it... Look, I... I enjoyed fooling around with your brothers... They're the first boys other than my brother I've been with and... it was really exciting. I... I want to do more. But I was thinking...”

Lauren cringed at the talk of Hannah and her brothers, could almost imagine watching Finch and Logan's penises in between the girl's lips, each ejaculating, filling the fifteen-year old's mouth with their cum. The horseback riding had already been rubbing her crotch in very enjoyable ways, and sexual thoughts of her brothers were doing little to make that go away. “Okay...”

“Do you want to be Finch's first?”

Lauren was shocked a moment, couldn't speak, finally said, “what?!” a little more loudly than she intended.

Hannah shrugged, said, “I dunno, I just know... I was happy to be my brother's first... it was special, you know? I still love that I'll always have that, even when he eventually goes and finds a girl of his own, and I find my own boy. We shared our first times together, and... it wasn't glorious and all that, but I still loved it.”

“I... I...” Lauren didn't know what to say.

“Finch is ready for it, I'm sure. And I... I would like to play with him some more, maybe Logan too though I think he's a bit young for... going all the way, you know? So... I thought it might be nice if... if you were his first... It might be special for both of you...”

Lauren's cunt drooled into her panties despite her conflicting thoughts. “I... I don't know. Maybe... maybe... I don't know, Hannah.”

“Ok... I can wait, you know? No rush. I don't want to ruin it if maybe... maybe you wanted it to be you... might be nice for him, you know? My first time... Georges and I... we didn't know what we were doing, so it was kinda awkward and felt a little out of place... we got better! But that first time, maybe it would be nice if you showed him how... you weren't a virgin, right... before Georges?”

“I... I wasn't, no... my boyfriend and I did it a lot, before all this...”

“Yeah... sorry. About your boyfriend, not that you've had sex. That's great.” Lauren remounted her horse, said, “just think about it, ok? Maybe you want to talk to him, see if he wants you to be his first. If not... I'm eager to have some more fun with him, if that's ok?”

Lauren nodded, didn't respond, her mind racing and her stomach suddenly thick with drunk butterflies. Her fifteen-year old vagina continued to drool slowly into her underwear as they started off at a trot and set out to catch the others.

- - -

Finch had a hardon which would not go away. Lauren and Hannah had disappeared behind them for a while, then caught back up and passed them as they left the woods and entered open pasture again. The two teens had ridden ahead, and Finch couldn't stop watching the way their breasts bounced as they went by, how their tight butts bounced in the saddle. Hannah's tan riding pants showed a delicious cleft which ran down between her round cheeks, Lauren's ass a very similar size and tucked into a pair of knee-length blue jeans.

He couldn't decide which one he found more attractive. His mind went back to the moment he'd cum in Hannah's mouth. It had been overpowering, though he'd felt nervous throughout the whole experience. It had taken a long time to stop shaking from the way it had left him feeling overwhelmed and wanting more.

Images of Lauren's hairy pussy flashed suddenly in his thoughts. He'd watched as Lauren slowly masturbated beside him in a bed they'd shared, and Finch had jerked off, finally spraying cum wildly in the air, both on himself, and, he recalled with delight, onto Lauren's arm. She hadn't said anything about that morning, and he couldn't decide if she hated him, or hoped he'd do it again.

Either way, the smile on his face and the boner in his jeans raged on, two pretty teen girls bouncing ahead of him, ponytails and horse tails both swishing and keeping his eyes glued to the arousing sights.

- - -

“We don't want to linger. I'll get us some coffee, you two hurry up in the toilet.” Hilda jumped out of the truck and headed into the little cafe a few hours from her home. They were well on their way to Romania, no idea what they might find there. Hannigan had taken over driving after Hilda's drifting made Tamara nervous, the woman clearly not used to long trips behind the wheel.

Tamara and Hannigan followed her inside, the cafe had just a handful of tables, a half-dozen people sitting rather quietly, eyes turning towards them as Hilda moved to the counter and Tamara headed towards the bathroom. She saw only a single door, no markings for man or woman. She opened it, was surprised when Hannigan followed her in.

She eyed him oddly.

He responded, “faster this way, I need to wash up first, that steering wheel is greasy.”

Tamara shrugged, figured she'd given up far worse over the last few weeks, pulled down her slacks and panties, and hovered over the toilet, not quite sitting down. She let out her breath and released her stream. Her eyes were closed a moment as Hannigan turned on the sink faucet. The sensation of being watched made her open them again. She turned towards the man, saw his eyes glued on her ass, watching her piss, her stream splattering through pubes which stuck around her labia.

“Like what you see, Hannigan?”

He hesitated only a second. “Very much.”

Tamara sighed, finished urinating, then wiped herself quickly, flushing as she rose to her feet, then pulled her clothes back up. Hannigan left the faucet on as he dried his hands, swapped places with Tamara, and unzipped his fly. Tamara ignored him a moment, running her hands under the overly-heated water.

The sound of splashing hit her ears and she turned without thinking to see Hannigan's cock out, urine flowing in a strong stream into the bowl. He was grinning at her. “Like what you see?”

Tamara couldn't help but laugh. “I suppose I do.”

“Wish we had time to do something about that.”

Tamara tilted her head. “But we don't. Hurry up, I bet Hilda's waiting for us.”

Outside the bathroom, the people eating in the cafe had odd looks on their faces, as if Tamara and Hannigan had just violated some protocol of decency by using the toilet together. Or, Tamara thought, perhaps they think we just had sex. Whatever it was, they met Hilda on her way out, a grocery-sized brown bag in one hand, her large thermos in the other. She pointed her head towards the car, and moments later, they were back on the road, Hannigan behind the wheel, cups of coffee being drunk black and scorching.

- - -

The pill's effects grew stronger as the day went on, started coming in waves that alternated properties. For two hours, Gene sweated, full-on adrenaline pulsing through him. It made it very difficult to sit still. He stuck his head and hands out the window at one point just to do anything that wasn't sitting still. Holly stared at him with a bemused smile. It lasted only a few seconds before the swirling dust caked his face and caught in the stubble on his cheeks, sending him back inside.

A few minutes later, he forced Holly to stop the truck so that he could jump out and run in place to work off the agitation. He had strong urges to fuck her again, but in the heat and general discomfort of the effect, he restrained himself.

Then the second effect took over. The adrenaline smoothed out, wasn't quite so frantic. His mind raced, and not in a painful manner. Thoughts connected to thoughts, he started trying to piece together things he knew, tried to figure what he didn't know, which led him to ask, “tell me about Anna.”

Holly said nothing.

“You don't know if you can trust her. Why? What happened?”

“Nevermind.”

“Holly, I'm scared shitless. My family is out there, somewhere, and they're scared shitless too. I need to know what's going on. I don't know who to trust right now, and I deserve to know the truth.”

Holly pursed her lips. “You don't trust me, do you, Gene.” It wasn't so much a question as a statement.

“I...”

Holly cut in. “You shouldn't. That's a good lesson to learn, Gene. Trusting gets you hurt, it gets you killed. Believe me, I know.”

“I trust you as much as I trust anyone, Holly. I have no choice. Come on, please...”

The blonde teen let out a long breath, said “fine.” She looked at him, a long-festering sadness in her eyes. “It was Anna's fuckup that got our dad killed. He trusted her on something important, something he knew she could do, and it was her fuckup which led to his death.”

The dust storm had picked up outside. Holly continued. “The problem is... I'm not sure it was a mistake. I'd only been in M1 officially for a few months when he died, Anna had been in for several years. She and Dad were working on a situation in Armenia, trying to broker a deal there with some warlords. There were always backup plans, Gene, lots of contingencies in case the situation needs fast pivots, or exit strategies. Some of them weren't kind or peaceful.

“In Armenia, there was every indication that the warlords were willing to discuss reasonable terms for peace. Anna was working the intel station a few miles away. Somehow, a half-hour before the meeting, she activated one of the contingency plans. She sent carefully-offered intelligence which gave two of the leaders serious reason to believe M1 was not there to bring about peace, just the opposite. There were records of troop movements, rumors of high-level talks between M1 and a rival, rumors that these talks cut the two warlords out of the deal, all authentically cryptoed and shown as originating from sources they trusted.

“There was more to it, of course. The bottom line is that getting out a message at the right time was simple. Anna could have done it in her sleep. It isn't terribly easy to accidently send the wrong one. The result was that the warlords decided it was in their best interest to strike first, and Dad was killed in the fighting.”

She shook her head, lips tight. “She said it had been a mistake, that she'd accidentally confused two messages. She said she had intended to send the message in the game plan, confirming the time and place and thanking them for their patience. She said it was a mistake, Gene.”

Gene shrugged, “maybe it was.”

“Maybe... but that's not Anna. She's meticulous, Gene. Razor sharp. It was very hard being in her shadow, first with Mom, then with M1, only Dad really ever gave me equal treatment. Regardless, Anna's mistakes are never something like that. Never. She reads messages a dozen times and a dozen more. I find it hard to believe she could have made such a simple slip. Maybe it was a mistake, Gene, but I know my sister well enough to question it.

“And I wasn't the only one, there were multiple investigations, but nothing ever came from it. All we had was her word, really. No one ever found any possible motive, nor was there any hard evidence that she did it on purpose.”

“Hard evidence...”

Holly nodded her head. “There was a phone line which attempted to connect to her cell. It never rang on her end, the caller dropped the attempted connection before it compeleted but a tech traced it back to a village in Madagascar. We still have no idea who that was.”

“So someone tried to call her... and you think... what?”

“I don't know. Random calls do happen, but rarely does it happen the way this one did. Silverbaum is probably the top tracer we have. It stuck out to him. He's never been satisfied with that dangling end.”

“Pretty thin, Holly. Do you really believe your sister wanted your dad dead?”

“I don't assume she wanted him dead, only that, if she sent that message intentionally, she may have been attempting to sabotage the meeting. Dad might have been collateral damage. I don't know. Anna's always played close to her chest, and when I say she's smart, I mean you and me combined. Like most of us, she has her own independent connections in many places, perhaps a powerful acquaintance convinced her to do it. Maybe some at the top of M1 were involved, maybe it was approved then disavowed. I just don't know what to believe, Gene.”

He stared ahead for a few moments before responding, his mind racing despite the silence. “What about Victor? Is it possible he had reason to see Armenia break down?”

“I know less about Victor's motives than I do Anna's. Sure, of course it is possible. For all I know, Anna's been working with Victor since his reverse-coup.”

Gene nodded. “Frightening.”

They rode in silence for a long while, one small, pathetic cloud visible to the North.

“How did you end up having sex with your grandfather?” Gene was blunt, but his mind leapt from node to node and made him want to fill in gaps.

Holly raised her eyebrows, “getting personal, Gene?”

“Come on. You know it's not normal. If it's traumatic, I don't want to push, but... what I saw from you and them didn't appear forced.”

Holly let out a small chuckle. “I'm not sure what normal means, but I get your jist.” She smiled genuinely for the first time in hours. “It started with my Dad.”

Gene waited for her to continue, the effects of the pill starting to fight for control, adrenaline beginning to pulse again. Holly noticed, seemed to feel it too. “Pill's timing is off. Shouldn't come in waves like this. Next batch I'll need to get that right. It should smooth out over the next few hours, less over-the-top speedy.”

She paused, switched back to the earlier question. “Dad and Mom fought a lot, but they had to work together at M1. So, instead of fighting at work, they did it at home, and Mom was vicious. Look, Dad was loved by pretty much everyone who ever met him. But Mom never seemed to see that man, at least not when she was yelling at him. And it was stupid stuff, like she was arguing just to argue.

“He and I grew close when Mom moved out. Anna was already on her own and working for M1, but I was fifteen. He was in town for a few weeks to work out of Brussels, we lived there at the time, and we just... I dunno... I wanted him, he wanted me...”

Gene's mind flashed to Lauren, his daughter also fifteen. He tried to push away the moments he'd felt her body while fucking his wife. Tried to ignore the parts of her body he'd seen and smelled and touched. He hoped she would forgive him.

“And so we made love. Yes, it was making love. Dad was gentle with me. I developed my wild side later. But at some point, Victor showed me attention.”

“Have you always called him Victor? Not, 'Granddad' or 'Gramps' or something?”

“Always. Mom does it, too.” She pulled an energy bar out of a bag. Gene did the same. “Anyway, Victor showed me attention, and I fucked him. Yes, it was more fucking than making love, but whatever. I fucked him, later with Theresa, too. What can I say, I'm loose, Gene.”

“I hate that term. Loose.”

“I don't give a shit. I fuck. I love fucking. I wish instead of driving eighty-miles an hour across this goddamned desert I could just fuck, fuck, fuck, Gene.” It was clear Holly's adrenaline was pushing higher. “So that's how I got to fucking Victor. I never told Dad that I had, and when he was killed I relocated to Switzerland to live with Victor.”

“Was Anna ever involved?”

“She was, yes. She was with Dad before me, but never with Victor that I know of. Anna and I shared a few nights with our father, and I can tell you, Gene, goddamn was it amazing. So fucking hot. So fucking hot. You should know what that's like, you got to fuck both of us together. Seems you got your rocks off fucking two sisters, eh?”

Gene's cock was pounding in his pants. He did his best to ignore it. Thoughts of Lauren drifted through regularly, as did ones of his wife and sons. But Lauren's stuck around, mingled in the speed-lust-stream-of-consciousness which was pulsing in his mind and body, and caused dozens of new thoughts to explore possibilities. Many of those took Holly's experiences and applied them to his daughter.

Gene shook his head, resigned himself to the fact that it was going to continue to be a long, strange few days. Not that that was anything new.