Run - Chapter 27: Being Watched (mmff Fsolo bsolo inc creampie masturbation brother/sister voy)

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Chapter 27: Being Watched

The ship slowed noticeably as the engines grew less urgent and the rocking of the vessel grew gentle. Tamara had been sleeping soundly just moments before, Hannigan keeping watch nearby. They'd traded shifts a couple of times into the evening, but there had been no one to discover them.

She stood beside him as they listened. “What's the plan?”

“We wait until we're docked, then...”

“Then?”

“Then we make a plan to get off. Hard to know if we can sneak off. I'm not even sure quite where we'll be in Istanbul.”

“Ever been here?”

“Once, briefly, never near the docks.”

“Ah,” she replied, not comfortable knowing they might have a confrontation trying to leave the ship. “Do we just run for it?”

“That's the plan until we come up with a better one. Might be a while, yet.” He checked his watch. “We aren't due to dock for another three hours, but I hope we don't have to wait that long.”

Tamara nodded, said quietly. “Get some sleep, then. I'll wake you if things change.”

- - -

“Are you sure he's asleep?” Hannah's question was whispered as the four teens huddled together on the couch.

Finch nodded. He'd just slipped out of bed after hearing his brother snoring lightly beside him. “He's out.”

“Good,” Hannah replied.

Georges stood, smiled at Lauren, said, “Mom's asleep, too. Follow me quietly.”

Lauren stood and rubbed her arm. She'd gotten the shot a few hours earlier, and it thrilled her to know she'd have good reason to need protection in just a few minutes.

He led them down the hallways and into a room in the back that Finch had never seen. It was a small office that held two desks and several monitors. Georges closed the door behind them, then slid his hand along the underside of a bookshelf. Nothing happened for a moment, and Finch watched Hannah make the same motion across a shelf on the adjacent wall.

The shelves near Georges slid forward and to the side, revealing a small corridor lined with metal walls and a stone floor. It led down quickly to wooden steps. Georges was last through and closed the shelves behind them. Hannah led the way as they descended a few dozen steps and walked down a small hallway to a room which opened up and looked much like the living room on the main level. There were several couches, cabinets on two walls, and a couple of oversized chairs.

Georges smiled and said, “safety bunker. Dad's got several of them around. They never use this place, but Hannah and I... well, we do...”

His twin sister giggled and started pushing a couch back a few feet. She pulled off the cushions and yanked on a metal handle to draw out a fold-out bed. She sat on the edge and motioned Finch to sit next to her.

He did so, nervous and excited at once.

Hannah looked at him, her hand stroking his thigh, “so... now that you're experienced... maybe you and I can have some fun...”

Finch grinned, his penis growing hard as Hannah's fingers grew closer and closer.

- - -

Georges kissed Lauren as soon as she sat next to him on the opposite side of the bed from her brother and Hannah. Lauren sank into his arms as they lay back, his hands moving freely down to her chest where he massaged her boobs through her nightgown. She moaned into his mouth and felt herself growing very wet.

She pulled his pajama top off and noticed that her brother was already naked and sucking on Hannah's breasts as the girl rested on her back, her head inches from Lauren's. She turned to the tall teen, and they shared a giggle as Georges pulled off Lauren's pants and quickly settled between her thighs. Then the teen girls shared a kiss.

- - -

Hannah's boobs were heavenly. Finch tasted her flesh, enjoyed the way the girl's nipples hardened when he sucked them. She was sighing and moving lightly under him. He felt powerful, confident, nothing like the shaky boy who'd lost his virginity to his own sister just a day before.

He heard Lauren moaning and looked over to see Georges between her legs. He wanted to taste Hannah that way and pulled her pajama bottoms down and off her body. The girl spread her thighs and Finch lost himself staring into her hairy pussy. It looked so different from Lauren's. The hair was lighter, her tender flesh more pink. Her lips were stuck together a moment, a thin slit marking where they came together, the hint of her womanhood just above.

Hannah's hands guided him down and in moments, Finch was tasting the second pussy of his life. The girl's flesh was sweet, a touch salty. She moaned as he licked her, moaned again as his tongue brushed around her clit. She pulled at his head with her hands and seconds later, Hannah stared into his eyes as she took his cock and led it to her vagina.

- - -

Lauren came hard as Georges worked his magical tongue over her sex, the teen crying out loudly before wondering if she should be quiet. She orgasmed fully, and Georges never cautioned her about the moans. His face was covered in her juices by the time he moved over her and rubbed his cock along her slit.

He smiled at her and kissed her lips, then she saw him glance over her to where Finch was penetrating his sister. Lauren felt Georges's cock slid inside, the wonderful fullness she'd loved once before consuming her as his length filled her vagina with hot flesh.

- - -

Finch nearly came as soon as he entered Hannah. He was so excited, overwhelmed by the experience. Hannah's mouth was open slightly, the teen panting as he pulled back and pushed in again, managing a full stroke before he felt like he would explode. She smiled at him, seemed to understand, “go ahead... shoot in me...”

Finch unloaded, moaning loudly, his orgasm rushing over him across long, pleasurable seconds. His sperm flooded the fifteen-year old's pussy and squished out around his cock. Hannah watched his face as he came, and he could see Lauren's head turned back to see as well. Georges was smiling as he slowly fucked Lauren's vagina.

- - -

Lauren loved watching Finch cum inside Hannah's body. She tensed and writhed, watching her brother's orgasming body a moment before turning back to Georges. She ran her hands down his sides and then over his ass, squeezing him, making him thrust faster, deeper. Georges fucked her harder, his groin slapping against her clit. Lauren met his strokes, cried out, and came on his cock.

Moments later, as her body flushed with euphoria, Georges slammed into her and bellowed as hot semen filled her pussy, his cock twitching as it spurted into her fifteen-year old vagina. Lauren loved that feeling, wrapping her arms around Georges' shoulders, and pulling him down to kiss her, her legs wrapped around his thighs as the last drops of his cum drooled into her body.

- - -

Finch never lost his hardon, buried inside Hannah as he watched Georges cumming in Lauren. His sister's body trembled as she kissed the boy, and he saw Georges start fucking her again moments later. Finch matched him, starting to fuck Hannah after several moments of resting over her, kissing her lips.

Hannah's mouth opened wider, then she said lightly, “I want to ride you...”

Finch wasn't completely sure what to do, but Hannah led the way, rolling him over, his cock sliding out and resting against her thigh, her flesh wet with semen and sweat. His face was next to Lauren's and he turned towards her a moment. He couldn't stop his smile, and when his sister saw it, she giggled and flushed, Georges fucking her steadily.

They shared a kiss, Lauren's warm tongue between his lips. He moaned into his sister's mouth when he felt Hannah settle her body over him, semen dripping onto his dick and balls as she took him inside her pussy.

- - -

Lauren gasped as Georges pulled out of her, the loss of his penis in her body left her feeling incomplete. They'd been rutting solidly, his body over hers, the teens sharing a rhythm that had both sweating and moaning. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and kissed her, his hands caressing her breasts as she stroked his slippery cock with her hand.

He spun her around and bent her over the bed, her head over Finch's. She stared down at her brother and smiled, then looked up as Hannah climaxed on the fourteen-year old's penis.

- - -

Finch felt the girl's pussy clenching as she came, Lauren watching from just above. Hannah slowed and stopped, breathing heavily. Finch looked up to see Lauren's expression as Georges penetrated her from behind. His sister sucked in her breath. Finch scooted up and under Lauren's body, sucking on her tits as she bounced from Georges' thrusts.

Hannah crawled off him and slid Finch's cock into her mouth, mewling as she cleaned her juices and his cum from his length. Finch was on fire, nearing release again as he sucked first one then Lauren's other breast. Before he could cum in her mouth, Hannah pulled off and flopped on the bed, out of breath.

- - -

Georges was grunting as he fucked her pussy, his penis swelling inside her body. Lauren climaxed again as his balls slapped her clit, her brother's mouth sucking on her nipple. As she came down, Georges pulled out. Lauren watched as Hannah moved behind her and took Georges' cock into her mouth.

Lauren fell over onto her side and watched the twins together a moment. She felt Finch pushing her onto her back. Lauren spread her legs and watched as Finch's head moved down. His rough tongue found her slit and lapped greedily at her tender flesh.

- - -

Finch tasted Lauren's pussy strongly, his sister's juices churned and warmed by Georges' cock. He realized, too, that he was tasting the boy's cum, a taste not entirely unpleasant. Knowing it had been in his sister's body made it a thrill to slurp up, and he probed Lauren's swollen cunt for more.

- - -

It took only a moment for Finch to move over her and push his five-inch penis into her vagina. Lauren's hole was raw and open, and he slid in easily, quickly thrusting himself in and out of her body. Lauren leaned her head back to see Georges licking Hannah's pussy, then saw him rise and quickly slide his cock into his sister.

The girls kissed as their brothers fucked them. Georges came first, bellowing as he pounded Hannah's sex, grunting with each movement, finally holding still as he emptied his nuts in his twin sister's vagina.

Lauren felt Finch grow stiffer, harder, his movements more urgent, and in moments, he moaned loudly, his penis swelling, warmth spreading through her groin as her brother ejaculated inside her.

- - -

Finch was raw, sore, burning by the time he came in Lauren's pussy. He was out of breath, exhausted, and still couldn't believe he'd just cum in his sister. Again. He vibrated as his cock dripped semen into Lauren's hole, his body shivering from exertion. Georges finished his orgasm and pulled out of Hannah, flopping beside her on the bed.

Finch did the same, pulling out of Lauren and sliding onto his side. Hannah slid off the bed on shaky knees, moved around and buried her head between Lauren's legs.

- - -

Hannah's tongue lapped up Finch's cum which drooled from her sore pussy. Lauren was thankful her movements were gentle. Her pussy felt swollen and sore, and Hannah took her time, slowly caressing Lauren's tender, raw flesh with her lips and tongue. Hannah looked up at her and smiled, rose a moment, and moved her hips over Lauren's head. Lauren felt wetness splash on her cheek and looked up to see Georges' semen dripping out of the girl's vagina.

Hannah settled her cunt over Lauren's head and returned to licking her pussy. Lauren lapped the cream running from the twin's vagina, tasting Georges' semen, mewling into the teen's sweaty, messy vulva. There was no urgency, and for long moments they shared their tongues and their lips on sensitive flesh before Hannah moved off and relaxed beside her.

Georges laughed as his hand slid over Lauren's breasts. “So... anyone still need to cum?”

Smiles answered him, but no one moved to do more. They were all fully spent and satisfied. Lauren felt herself growing tired quickly, and Hannah suggested they get to their own rooms before they fell asleep and were discovered in the morning.

- - -

Logan woke up and wondered where his brother had gone. Finch wasn't in bed, and Logan felt like he was missing something. He went down the hall and around the corner to use the bathroom before looking for him. He pissed rapidly, then tucked his little cock back in his pajamas.

A moan from the Henderson's bedroom made him pause and grow hard. Logan knew immediately that it was Juliana making the sound, and he slowly stroked himself outside her door, her cries just loud enough to make out. Again, he risked the doorknob.

As before, it opened silently, and Logan stared at Juliana on her back, her legs spread, her hand moving in a motion that suggested she had a finger or two inside her vagina. Logan kept his penis inside his pants this time, and for several long moments, he watched her masturbating before he ejaculated into his drawers, semen splashing against the fabric and running down his leg.

Juliana bucked and shuddered as she orgasmed, Logan's cock drooling the last of his load in his pants. He closed the door quickly and silently, not wanting to get caught. He was thrilled by what he saw, but he was suddenly tired as well. His search for his brother forgotten, he returned to his room.

Finch was in bed, pretending to sleep. Logan knew he was awake, but he didn't disturb him. Instead, he slid onto his side of the mattress and smiled at what he'd just witnessed.

- - -

It was early morning, a few hours before dawn, when Gene, Holly, and Sagal pulled into the outskirts of Dakar. They parked near a rundown motel and slipped around the back of the building. Few cars were in the parking lot, and the bathhouse was found unoccupied. Holly slithered through the window and motioned them in after her.

They planned to wash up and change clothes quickly, each of them feeling gritty and sticky after the days of sweat and cum that had built up in their underwear. Sagal kept watch as Holly and Gene jumped under the weak, barely-warm water which smelled lightly of salt and earth. Sagal had a small bottle of body wash, and within minutes they were both feeling better. Sagal showered quickly and the three of them snuck back out to their car.

Holly took the wheel, Gene in the passenger seat as they crawled into the city.

It was quiet. Too quiet. Even in the middle of the night there should have been more traffic. Just a handful of cars were out, all of them moving quickly as if they wanted to be somewhere else.

“Up ahead, let me out there.” Sagal had gotten a ping with a new instruction an hour before, and she motioned Holly to her destination a few blocks from downtown. Sagal stepped out, then leaned back in. “Been a pleasure, you two... whatever you're up to... good luck. Not sure why I've been pulled, but that's the way it goes...”

“Thanks, Sagal,” Holly replied, “good luck to you.”

The door closed and Holly sped off quickly.

It took almost an hour to for her to stop and slide the car into a sunken driveway that looked like it had been abandoned for years. “We walk from here.”

They left the vehicle at a rapid stride, heading towards the waterfront. The city could have been anywhere in the world for all its tall buildings and modern conveniences around the port, but the air was thick and the night was warm and smelled of leaking gas and overburdened sewers.

“Up here.” Holly directed Gene down a small alley. “I need to get to a rooftop.” She climbed a ladder quietly, carefully stepping lightly with each foot. Gene waited until she neared the top of the building before attempting to match her stealth, mostly successfully.

Holly was crouching on the roof, a small device in her hand, an earpiece in her left ear. She flicked a small switch repeatedly at high speed, then paused, listening. More flicking, another pause. Gene watched her for a few moments, then glanced around.

The dark city was eerily quiet. A big glow could be seen just north of them, another further east. The port and downtown seemed unusually poorly lit.

“Contact. We should be cleared within an hour. Cambridge knows we're coming, just need them to clear us to come to them.”

“How do we do that?”

“That independent I contacted when we stopped in Dakhla has some gear ready. Cambridge is about fifty miles out right now, moving North, close enough to take a boat to. He arranged for the boat.” Holly glanced out to where they could just make out grey caps on the dark Atlantic waters. “Might get a bit rough, Gene. Hope you don't get seasick.”

“I can hold my own.”

Holly smiled, “I expected you could.”

“So what happens when we get on the sub?”

Holly looked back at the waterfront. “We get plugged back in. I haven't been this far off the backbone in a long time, and never for this long. Need to find out what's going on out there. See if there's been word of Anna or Charlotte, or Victor. Maybe even your family...”

Gene's stomach tightened. He'd tried hard not to feel that loss, but it was always just below the surface.

“Aw, you miss them, I know.” Holly gave him a sincere hug. “Hang in there, Gene. We'll find out all we can in a few hours.”

- - -

Two hours of waiting after the ship's engines were cut and the rocking ceased had Tamara on edge. She was restless, scared, tired of sitting still. Twice they'd tried to get up to the next deck and both times heard voices above them. They'd retreated back to their hiding place and continued to wait.

“I thought the plan was to run for it if we had no better plan. Why aren't we running?”

Hannigan looked at her with tired eyes. “It makes no sense to do it when we know people are around. At least we wait until we can get onto the deck. We don't even know if the ship is at a dock or is being tendered. If its the latter, things are much more difficult than we expected.”

Tamara looked away, said, “please, let's at least try again now. I'm going crazy here.”

Hannigan nodded slowly. “Ok. Same as before...”

She followed him, both with pistols drawn. They crept forward and found the ladder up to the next deck. They paused there, listened for several minutes, this time hearing no one. Hannigan nodded and walked quickly to the next ladder, stopping at the top to again listen. He motioned Tamara to follow him.

She crept up onto the deck and flattened herself beside Hannigan behind a metal container. She could hear the wind whistling through the ship's ropes and metal beams, but no voices came to her ears. Hannigan motioned her to stay in place. He stood and looked around quickly, then crept to the edge of the deck, looking over, then down the length of the ship. He returned, whispered, “ok, we're docked. There's a gangway from the second deck. There are a few people to our right, further down the dock, and a couple of people walking near the buildings, but this looks like as good a time as any.”

“Once we get off, then?”

“Just follow me. We'll disappear if we can get off the docks unseen. Thankfully, we're tied up on the west side of the straights, so no need to find a way across the water. We'll get a car as fast as possible and get moving.” He let out a deep breath, said, “one more look. If it looks clear, we move quickly off the ship and off the docks. No running!”

She nodded, “ok. Let's do this.”

Hannigan crept back to the edge of the deck, looked around a moment, then motioned her forward. They were down on the second level in seconds and found the gangplank through an entrance down a long, narrow passageway. Hannigan studied the docks, them moved out.

Tamara could see people to their right, and one man standing just a hundred yards or so to their left. Hannigan kept a steady pace as they left those people behind, no sign that anyone cared about their presence. Tamara felt an odd sensation, like she was being watched. It was possible, she imagined, since someone must have turned to look at movement along the well-lit pier. It went deeper than that, and she wondered if her paranoia was driven by exhaustion and fear rather than actual eyes.

Regardless, Hannigan had them off the docks in moments and they moved quickly up the closest street heading west. Only one or two cars moved near them, one or two old men slouched against walls. There was an oppressive hum in the city, like the sound of generators running just out of sync with each other. Tamara realized how frightened she was.

A couple of miles later, Hannigan stumbled and nearly fell. Tamara tried to catch him, ended up snatching his wrist. She tucked an arm under his shoulders and could see the exhaustion on his face. He'd slept less than her the whole journey, and it was starting to affect him physically.

“Let's find somewhere to hole up and rest. We're not in a huge rush, right? No one's on our trail, so said Haul. You're no good to me falling apart, and I'm not in much better shape.”

Hannigan just nodded. He let her lead the way, and for a moment, Tamara had a hard time thinking straight. He'd always been the one to work out the next steps, but it was all she could do to keep him on his feet. Her eyes darted around as they continued to walk towards the west and then northwest. They approached a major highway running northeast to southwest and went under it through a small drainage ditch. Hannigan had to sit a moment before continuing.

They emerged into a wooded area which showed signs of becoming a new housing development. The first two houses were just foundations, but the next one in was two stories and had walls in place. There was no sign of anyone around, so Tamara led Hannigan up the short steps and through the door which did not yet have a handle or a lock. Inside, there were construction supplies and bare wood floors and walls. Nothing like a bed.

She thought it made most sense to be near the back door in the event that someone came in through the front, so she sat Hannigan down gently in the small hallway a few feet away. She offered him a drink from the water bottle, then tucked his pack under his head.

Tamara curled up with him, draping her extra jacket over them as a cover. She wrapped her arms around him, realized again how much she was coming to care about the man, but wished more than anything that it was Gene she was holding.