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

Sagal, Female, late-30s

	- Somolian Agent of Marker 1

	- dark-brown skin, 5'9, 155lbs, long thick straight black hair

Hannigan, Male, late-30s

	- Former agent of M1 and Playa Gordo

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

Juliana, Female, 40ish

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

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

Hilda, Female, 40s-60s

	- Former colleague of Hannigan

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

“How are you doing, Lauren? Starting to feel comfortable here at the farm?” Juliana asked her question between sips of coffee as she sat next to Lauren on the couch around noon. The others were off working on chores, and Juliana had asked the teen to stay behind for a few minutes to chat. “Seems like your brothers are enjoying themselves, what about you?”

“It's good, yeah... I like it here...”

“Great. Georges and Hannah treating you well?”

Lauren shivered as she felt Georges inside her again, memories of Hannah's tongue on her pussy making her grow aroused. “Uh... yeah... yeah, they've been great. Just great.”

“Wonderful. They are thrilled to have you all here. Because of Erns'... job, we've had to stay isolated out here for some time. I worry about them not getting a chance to be around other kids, but we'd rather keep them safe and off the radar.” Juliana let out a breath. “So... I wanted to talk to you a bit... Look... I was fifteen once. I know what's going through your head right now... and I suspect that my son has had similar throughts...”

Lauren stiffened, feeling very uncomfortable suddenly, “uh... what?”

Juliana laughed lightly, “you know what I mean, I'm sure, Lauren. You're young and beautiful, and I've seen you and Georges looking at each other... if you haven't been together yet, I'm sure you want to...”

“Uh...” Lauren found her tongue thick.

“So... have you two gotten to know each other better, then?”

Lauren didn't answer, but her expression gave it away.

“Ah, so you have. That's ok, Lauren. Normal that you and my son would be drawn to each other. There's been no one other than his sister around him, and you're more than just some girl, you're very beautiful. I can see why he likes you. And so you two did what young people do naturally. Nothing to be ashamed of, but we need to get to an understanding on something, though.”

Lauren avoided eye contact, her cheeks rosy.

“Are you on birth control, dear? Have you had the shot or perhaps have pills with you?”

Lauren shook her head.

“Right. I didn't expect you were protected. The last thing you need is to get pregnant.” Juliana looked thoughtful a moment. “I'll pick up condoms when I run out later. However... are you clean, dear? You know... any infections?”

Lauren shook her head again, “no, nothing,” she mumbled.

Juliana nodded. “Alright... so, there is another option. Erns stockpiles more than you might know up here. We've never even taken you into the storage bunkers. Amongst what we store are medicines for all sorts of things, including birth control. If you are clean... and I'm sure my son is... perhaps you'd like to protect yourself and avoid the condoms...”

Lauren was overwhelmed by embarrassment and shame as the woman discussed such matters with her so frankly. She didn't want Georges' mother to know they were having sex, even less that she preferred feeling him inside her without a condom on. She managed a weak shrug.

“Tell you what, I'll get the condoms regardless and you think about it. If you want the shot, we'll do that. Unlike normal birth control shots, this one kicks in immediately. You tell me if you want it, ok, dear?”

Lauren nodded, mumbled, “thanks...”

Juliana drew up to herself a moment. “Hannah can't get pregnant.” The woman sounded sad a moment.

Lauren turned towards her, “oh? Why not?”

“She had an infection when she was very little... they had to take her womb.” Juliana frowned at the memory. “That's why I'm not worried if she decides that Finch might be her first.” Lauren nearly choked as she realized that Juliana had no idea that her twin teen children had an incestuous sexual relationship. Finch would be Hannah's second boy, not her first. Lauren began to sweat.

Juliana smiled and hugged her. “Look, Lauren, I know this is an uncomfortable conversation, but if it means you don't get pregnant, believe me, it is worth it. Georges should pull out, but I suspect, like most fifteen-year old boys, he probably didn't... right?”

Lauren showed her shocked face again.

Juliana laughed. “Right... so... that's all I needed, Lauren. Feel free to join the others.”

Lauren managed to voice a thought. “Do you think... do you think Dr. Henderson can find out what happened to my parents? Can he do that?”

Juliana softened, rested her arm on Lauren's shoulder. “If anyone can, he can. I barely know the tip of the iceberg of what he knows, nothing would surprise me. Whatever has happened, he'll find out and let you know. Don't expect him back for a few days at least. He has work to do. Hell, the past few days are about the longest time I've had with him in years. I love having you three here, and that excuse for having Erns stay a few days makes me appreciate you even more.”

She kissed Lauren's forehead. “Here, take these and go find the others.” She pushed a basked of fruit, soft bread, and jam into Lauren's hands and rose to her feet. Juliana paused a moment, turned back towards the teen. “Whatever you do, Lauren, whoever you do it with... do it with passion, ok? Do it with love, do it because it feels good, because you want to do it, because it feels right. No regrets, ok? If I've learned anything during my life with Erns... don't take things for granted... don't miss opportunities for love and for pleasure. Trust me on that one...”

She strode off down the hallway and disappeared, leaving Lauren alone with her thoughts. She felt again Georges' cum spurting into her body, felt Finch again and again orgasming inside her. There was really no choice, and as soon as she saw Juliana again, Lauren was determined to get the birth control shot.

- - -

Tamara ground her teeth as the car stopped a few miles from the Bulgarian border. They hadn't even gotten close when they'd encountered a military roadblock. The few cars on the road were being turned around. As they rolled up, a uniformed man with an automatic rifle leaned down and spoke in a language Tamara could not understand.

Hilda conversed with him a moment, then motioned Hannigan to spin around and head back.

“What's going on?” he asked.

Hilda replied. “Seems they've shut down everything going into Bulgaria. He didn't explain, just said we aren't getting south anytime soon.”

Tamara said, “so what do we do?”

“Best idea I've got,” Hilda responded, “is to head for the port city of Constanta. We can try to find a boat heading south. The other options are trying to find a less-locked-down crossing into Bulgaria, or making a long detour west through the Balkans. I don't like either choice, so my vote is for Constanta.”

Hannigan nodded, “agreed. I'm guessing the Balkans are doing what they always do, and we don't want to get caught up in the fighting. This isn't even a main road into Bulgaria and they've got it heavily blocked, so getting across would probably involve a lot of walking. I don't know about you two, but my legs are putty right now.”

Tamara said, “ok. Constanta. How long?”

Hilda thought a moment. “Ninety minutes or so, not far.”

“Alright. Let's find us a boat, then.”

- - -

Gene tensed as Sagal's car raced up beside them in the early afternoon and all but forced them off the road. He pulled over as Holly got out and leaned into the woman's window. She came back moments later and got in, said, “she's in need of sleep, barely awake as it is. No pill for her to take, and she's going on forty-eight hours at this point. Pull up to the left side of the road and move off a mile or so. She'll follow and then ride with us to Dakar. Don't mention the Cambridge.”

Gene nodded and did as instructed. The black woman poured into the back with effort and was almost immediately dozing on the bench seat behind him. As he pulled back on the highway, Gene's energy level spiked again, along with his alertness. Holly seemed to feel the same, said, “damn. Next batch has to be more level. This spiking is fucking with my head.”

“I'm impressed, though, can't believe I haven't needed sleep yet. How much longer do we have before we crash?”

“Umm... just about long enough. We gotta move, though.”

The smell in the car was growing thick with unwashed bodies. It had been several days of sweat and sex since Gene and Holly had cleaned up properly, and the odor in the vehicle was musky and thick. He thought he detected Sagal's aroma as well, the woman having spent a couple of days on the move, including a rushed fuck in the stall with Gene, his cum left unwiped and drooling into her panties. Even though it was rank and powerful, Gene grew aroused as he inhaled.

Holly smiled at him, wrinkled her nose, then leaned the seat back, obscenely spreading her legs and resting her hand in her crotch. “Never get tired of that smell, Gene. Sweaty bodies, wet pussy, cum. I'd bathe in it if I could.”

“Easy, Holly. I'm all too aware of that smell. If we had time...”

She grinned and closed her legs again. “But we don't. Soon, though, Gene. Soon.”

- - -

Finch buzzed through his day, his penis hard without provocation. He felt himself moving against Lauren over and over, her hot, tight pussy so velvety on his length. The fourteen-year old relived those moments all afternoon, wondering what Hannah had meant when she had asked them to 'save some of that for tonight.' Whatever it was, Finch was pretty certain it involved sex, and he hoped he could fuck his sister again. He wondered if Hannah would like to watch, and maybe let him fuck her, too.

He'd been watching the tall teen all day as she worked, her tight blue jeans showing off her full, lovely ass. Finch remembered the moments he'd shared with her days before, wanted again to play with her. He wasn't sure he wanted Logan there this time, and as he gazed at where Hannah had bent over to pick up a shovel, his mind went to a fantasy where he was behind her, alone on a bed, his cock driving in and out of the girl's tight hole.

They had finished turning the compost pile by the time Lauren came up with a basket of food. His sister looked at him briefly, a small smile shared between them. As they washed up near the barn, Finch realized how much his sister had changed since they'd started running. She was softer around him, less bitchy. He couldn't imagine how they'd come to be sexual with each other, that fantasy so far beyond anything he could have seen Lauren doing.

Whatever had changed in her, Finch loved it. She'd shared her body with him. His sister had taken his virginity, and he'd loved that, too. All he could think of was sliding inside her again and again. A glance at Hannah's ass again had him wondering how she and Georges weren't similarly sharing themselves together.

After they ate, Lauren said she needed to pee and caught Finch's eye. He followed her to the house. Juliana had left a note saying she was out for a while and let them know there were sandwiches if they got hungry. Lauren sat on the couch and motioned Finch to join her.

They sat there a moment, and Finch felt like touching her. He rested his hand on her thigh and she giggled, said, “ok... wait... just wait. Save that for tonight, ok?”

Finch pulled his hand back, “what's the big deal? What's tonight?”

Lauren looked around, said quietly, “so... a couple of days ago... I caught Georges and Hannah together...”

Finch's eyes went wide, “like... together... like us?”

Lauren nodded. “They've been lovers for a while, they just... hide it, usually. It was an accident that I saw them together. But... Hannah talked to me and I see now why they did it... and... Jesus, Finch... this sounds so strange out loud... it helped me want to... be with you...”

“Wow... just... wow... So they... do it?”

“Mmm-hmm... all the time. Their parents don't know and they need to keep it that way. Logan doesn't know, either. I'm just telling you because... tonight... we're going to join them in bed...”

“Like... the four of us?”

“Yes... think you might want that?” Lauren asked quietly.

Finch nodded vigorously before saying, “yes! I mean... I want to be with you... right now... so bad... Do we have to wait till tonight?”

“I think so... Hannah didn't tell me exactly, but I think Logan should be asleep first. He's a bit young, maybe. And besides, two girls, two boys... it will be fun!”

“Yeah! Oh, yeah... ok, I guess I can wait... So...” Finch paused, wheels turning in his head, “does Hannah want to do it with me?”

Lauren laughed, “duh. Of course.”

“Awesome.”

Lauren wrinkled her nose at him. “You should go shower. You don't smell so great.”

Finch shrugged, said, “you're one to talk.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, but she did so around a grin.

- - -

“When I say so, move quickly and don't stop. Stay together!” Hilda breathed her words with force. They were huddled near the port behind a small building. Tamara could see hundreds of ships, some of them military in nature. Dozens were docked, dozens more anchored or moving in the Black Sea waters. The port itself was massive and long, bigger than any Tamara had seen before.

Hannigan spoke quietly. “Are you sure you won't change your mind, Hilda?”

The woman shook her head. “I'm sure. I'm not going back to M1... let's just say that there might be repercussions I'm not willing to face. I've gotten you as far as I can. You two will have to make the rest of it on your own.”

They'd hugged and Tamara felt herself tear up. “Thank you. For everything. I don't know what we'd have done without you... I'm so sorry about your home.”

Hilda waved off her concern. “Don't worry. I've got an idea of what I do next. Don't worry about me. Go find your family. You too, Marcus. Go find your wife and get back to your daughter. I'm sure they miss you terribly.”

He nodded and looked away, eyes drawn back to the ship which was their target.

They crouched for long moments before Hilda's harsh whisper told them “go!”

They moved quickly across the dock and up a plank leading to a ship of perhaps a hundred feet in length, never looking back. Hilda had found out the vessel was heading to Istanbul and expected to dock there in a few hours time. While it wasn't a passenger vessel, she thought they could find a place to hide once on board. It took careful timing to get onto the ship's deck without being seen, but within moments, Hannigan led them down to a cramped storage compartment deep inside the hull.

“It should be leaving in about an hour. For now, we just wait. We'll be in Istanbul late tonight or so,” he told her quietly.

Tamara sat on a rough crate and knew it was going to be an uncomfortable ride. She hoped that the M1 base in Saray was worth the effort.

- - -

Sagal popped her head up from the backseat with a small smile. “Ah, power naps. Feeling better. I can drive a while if you two need a break.” The woman had been out for several hours as Gene drove quietly, Holly staring out the window most of the time.

Gene shrugged, “I'm ok.”

Holly looked over, said, “I dunno, Gene. You look like you could use a break.” Her expression said that she had something else in mind.

Gene pulled over and slid into the back while Sagal took his place behind the wheel. Holly joined him and snuggled up as the black woman got them going south once more. The highway was nearly deserted as they raced towards Dakar.

Gene's hand rested on Holly's thigh a moment before he slid it between her legs. The short blonde purred and spread her thighs. The rich smell of stale sex and ripe bodies only made it more arousing to Gene as he stroked Holly's crotch through her pants.

The blonde's fingers slid down his zipper and pulled is cock out half-hard. She stroked it a moment, gave Gene a devious smile, then leaned her head down to his lap, sniffing his flesh once before slipping Gene's penis into her mouth. He groaned as his erection grew hard against the nineteen-year old's tongue.

Holly sucked him a moment before sitting back and pushing her own pants down to her ankles, then off, her soiled panties tossed aside. Gene inhaled the rich aroma of Holly's moist cunt.

She straddled him, on her knees, sliding down on his penis quickly, her vagina sticky and damp. Gene groaned again at the pleasurable rush that spread from his groin throughout his body. Holly fucked him steadily, and Gene slid a finger to her clit. It, too, was sticky. Hard. Straining as the short blonde rode his cock.

Holly came quickly, “uhnn... uhnn... oh... fuck... oh... fuuuuuuck... oooooohhh,” two small jets of fluid splashing out around the penetration, soaking Gene's pubes. His penis swelled in her vagina, Holly riding faster, harder. She held his shoulders, his hands on her waist, as her hips moved up and down, fucking him wonderfully from above.

The ripe smell of their bodies grew denser, richer, Gene forced to inhale the rank, arousing odors from their unwashed flesh. He pulled Holly closer, sucked on her neck, his hands caressing her small breasts. The short blonde leaned her head to the side, panting and moaning loudly.

Sagal never showed whether she was enjoying the show.

Holly's clit banged against the base of Gene's cock as he swelled and strained. Holly cried out, cumming again, and Gene let go. He ejaculated in four flooding, thick spurts, moaning into Holly's neck. Semen rushed out around the penetration, Holly riding him throughout his climax as her own washed over her.

Pleasure. Pure pleasure rushed through Gene's body as he came in Holly's pussy. Her vagina was messy, spermy, with thick, dense odors from their coupling wafting strongly into Gene's nose. Holly ground down again and again, milking every drop of sperm from his dick.

Gene breathed heavily, pleasure pounding through him, his cock staying hard inside Holly as she slowed and caught her breath. He felt the short nineteen-year old's vagina spasming around his length, doing nothing to make him grow soft. Holly pulled his head up and kissed him deeply, her body moving again over top of him.

Moments later she came again as she rode his penis, Gene's lips around her hard, pink nipple. Gene started thrusting up against her, hard thrusts, moving in tense jerks. He grabbed her hips, hammered up into her, and ejaculated in Holly's nineteen-year old pussy a second time with a smaller but no less forcefully-delivered load of cum.

Holly collapsed over him, creamy semen and vaginal discharge slid down Gene's shaft and over his balls as he finally softened somewhat, Holly's vagina snug enough to hold on to the head of his penis and keep him half-hard.

“If you two don't stop, I'm going to have to pull over and join you. My pussy is so wet right now.” Sagal's voice was the first Gene had noticed of the woman in some time.

Holly giggled and rolled off Gene, semen running down her inner thigh. She eyed his penis a moment, said, “he's good for one more if you want me to drive...”

Sagal laughed, “in fact, I do...”

She pulled over quickly. In less than a minute, Holly was driving, and Sagal had Gene's messy cock between her lips, humming as she cleaned Holly's juices and Gene's semen off his length. Gene groaned, hard again, the effects of the pill hammering pleasure through his body.

Sagal pushed the front passenger seat forward so that it almost lay flat and pulled her pants to her knees. She rested her elbows on the back of the seat and crouched slightly, leaving room over her body for Gene to take her from behind. He smelled her unwashed odors and was incredibly turned on.

Dick in hand, he leaned over Sagal's back, bent his knees slightly, and penetrated her in one smooth motion. She gasped then giggled as he slid in, her pussy slippery and hot around Gene's cock. She wasn't quite tight, but the grip was comfortable, snug but nothing close to Holly's small size. Gene didn't care, the black woman's cunt was fantastic.

His balls slapped hard, positioned perfectly to slam against Sagal's clit. She grunted each time they made contact, and her mouth hung open in a partially-voiced moan. Gene fucked her hard, Holly occasionally turning to watch and smile. Sagal cried out as Gene hammered her, his cock raw, her body shaking as she was taken by a powerful orgasm. “nnnnn... nnnn... ohhh... yessssss... yessssss... oooooohh...” Gene powered his penis in and out of the woman's vagina, the warm smell of her pussy growing stronger and stronger.

Her ass was firm against his groin as he ground himself inside her, Sagal's velvety cunt spasming, clenching, and drooling down her thighs. Boiling cum made his cock feel thick, burning inside the woman's lovely hole. Gene cried out, pounded, held deep inside Sagal's pussy, pounded again, and erupted in her body.

Cum bubbled out in small but powerful squirts. His penis felt fiery, sore, trying desperately to deliver every drop of semen into her pussy. Sagal held still as Gene's orgasm peaked and his dick rested inside her.

He finally pulled back, spent, his dick plopping out of Sagal's pussy, a thin trail of cum running out. As before, the woman pulled her panties up and let Gene's sperm leak against the musky, soiled panties. Sagal brought her pants up and sat back, smiling, shaking her head. “Damn... I wish every assignment included that. I'd love my job even more than I do now.”

- - -

The ship had moved off the docks ahead of schedule. They'd heard no one at all, though the ship made plenty of noise to mask all but the loudest sounds once it was underway. Hannigan moved around a bit in the hold, but found no one and nothing of interest. He had announced that the toilet was the 'empty container near the back.' Tamara had used it to move her bowels and empty her bladder, using a small rag to wipe afterwards. She felt sticky and raw after several days without a shower.

There was nothing to do but sit. They didn't want to talk and risk being heard, though they shared a few whispered conversations about Hilda and Chaster Haul. They ate little and tried to conserve their water as best they could. Thankfully, Hannigan thought they had enough for a couple of days if it came to that.

After a few hours of dozing, Hannigan stood beside where Tamara lay on her stomach on a long wooden crate. His hands slid over her back, massaging her gently. His fingers worked magic on her sore muscles. He worked down her legs, taking the edge off the tenderness. He massaged her neck and shoulders, moved again down her back.

His hands slid over her butt cheeks, fingers working the muscles gently. Tamara let out a contented sigh. His fingers traced the crack of her ass and trailed down over her genitals. She sighed again, let him begin to caress more than just her sore spots.

Hannigan parted her thighs slightly, and Tamara smelled herself then. She didn't move, not wanting the man to notice her unwashed odor. He continued to pet her inner thighs and crotch. Tamara finally moved, rolling onto her side. “Ugh... I stink... I'm horny... but...”

Hannigan smiled and leaned down to kiss her. “I don't care... I'm sure I stink too...”

Tamara grinned, “just a little.”

“Come on... I've been smelling you for hours... and the only thing I want right now is to fuck you.”

She hesitated, then said, “ok...”

He kissed her again, his fingers working to unbutton her pants. He had them down quickly as she stood and turned around, her underwear and jeans around her calves. Hannigan bent her over the crate, and in seconds had the head of his cock sliding up and down her sticky slit.

Tamara felt a moment of embarrassment as the odor from her crotch grew strong in her nose, but Hannigan either didn't mind or actually liked it as his hard cock slid into her slimy vagina quickly. He felt great inside her. It had been days since she'd felt him, and she realized she'd been missing it greatly. Hannigan's dick pulled back and slid in again, and Tamara let herself relax and enjoy it.

She stroked her clit in small, tight circles, using the slippery juices between her legs to lubricate her flesh. Hannigan was grunting quietly as he fucked her pussy. Thoughts of Gene flashed in her mind and her body tensed. She wished it was Gene inside her. She wanted her husband so much in that moment. She imagined him pounding her as he liked to do. Tamara replaced Hannigan with Gene and felt herself straining for release.

Finch flashed in her mind out of nowhere, and for long seconds, Tamara hovered on the edge of orgasm, her thoughts confused, conflicted. Hannigan continued to hammer her from behind and her body couldn't ignore the intense sensations. Her fourteen-year old son froze in her thoughts, replacing Gene, replacing Hannigan's pounding body, she came hard around the cock slamming in and out of her pussy.

Oh, God... Finch... Oh... Oh, God... Finch... Her channel flooded as Hannigan erupted inside her. She felt warm wetness fill her cunt as the salty semen rushed out and coated her vagina. Finch... oh, Finch... Her orgasming body grew still as Hannigan's penis softened. Why Finch? Why him?

Hannigan pulled back and quickly had his cock in his pants. He helped Tamara get her own panties and jeans to her waist, her mind foggy and still confused. Thoughts of her son fucking her had powered her orgasm, and she had a hard time flushing the fantasy from her brain.

She collapsed back on the container and Hannigan slid in beside her. He wrapped his body around her in the cool, stale air of the hold, and for the moment, Tamara managed to ignore her incestuous thoughts and instead take comfort in the man's strong arms.