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Chapter 31: The Dirty Things

They had slept in shifts during the day, the sounds of fighting too close to sleep deeply. Rattling bursts of gunfire became a cacophony of urgency at regular intervals, and by early afternoon, Tamara was eager to start moving. She woke Hannigan and within minutes they were heading north once more.

They stuck to wooded areas as they became more dense the further they got from the main population areas. Twice they paused then backtracked when the sounds of heavy vehicles hummed from somewhere up ahead.

They made their way into the forests north of Istanbul, stopping only a couple of times to rest before moving on. The sounds of fighting began to grow more distant to the west as they silently walked through thick brush, using game trails wherever possible to speed their passage.

They had added blankets and extra clothes to their packs along the way, taken from anywhere which was easily and quickly accessible. They had enough food to last a week, water for a few days. It wasn't much, but as they appeared to put distance between themselves and the battle for Istanbul, Tamara started to relax a bit. Just a bit, though.

Hannigan scouted ahead to try to find a place to bed down for the night while they still had light as the air began to chill early. Tamara and Erol trailed behind, and she could tell something was bothering the teen. He'd been very quiet during the walk, and his expression showed consternation.

“What's on your mind?” She asked. “Haven't said much lately.”

He glanced at her a moment. “I... nothing...”

“Talk to me. We only have each other right now, helps to talk about it.”

Erol said nothing a minute, then offered, “are you married?”

“Yes.”

The tone of his voice was accusatory. “So you cheated on your husband? With me? You made me help you cheat?”

“Cheat? Oh, no. No, Erol, it's not like that. Not at all.” She took a moment to explain their open relationship, didn't mention the fact that they had also agreed on condom usage. “We are just... happier that way. I love Gene. And we both love sex, together and with others. It makes life more... fun, I guess.”

“Oh... I just thought... I dunno. I didn't want it to be cheating... It was my first... I kinda wanted it to be... special, you know...”

Tamara took his hand and walked quietly a moment. “I wish it could have been more special, Erol. I really do. But I'm glad I was your first. We'll always have that. Trust me, you'll see one day that your first is just one. The more times you have sex, the more fun you have, you'll see that your first one isn't really that important. It's just the first. Nothing more.”

“I'm glad we did it, too... Still can't believe it happened like that... I always thought... It doesn't matter.” He offered her a smile. “Anyway... thank you... you felt really good. Better than my hand!”

Tamara laughed. “I expect so, but don't knock the trusty old hand. I've used mine more than a few times over the years. No one knows what to do to get you off like you do.”

Erol blushed. “I guess so. Until you... I didn't have anything to compare it to. Still prefer you, though...”

Tamara brought his hand to her lips and kissed it, then walked quietly a time.

He spoke up again, “so... you and Hannigan, then?”

She smiled, “yes. We have. It's been a hard time together, been a lot of fear and loneliness for both of us. He's a good man, and we've enjoyed making each other feel good. We're lucky to have him with us.”

“I like him, I figured you were with him like that. I guess it makes sense... he is pretty hot... uh... I mean...” Erol dropped her hand, sputtering.

Tamara tried to ease her way back into the conversation after the teen's unwitting admission. “Look... you like what you like, ok? Nothing wrong with that. If you think he's sexy, then he's sexy to you. Go with it, but... I don't know if he would feel the same, ok? Never asked, just assumed, but don't be surprised if you... don't have the genitals he's interested in, ok?”

Erol managed to smile tightly. “Yeah... uh... please... please don't tell him. I... I never told anyone... I just... kept it to myself, you know?”

“Our secret. So you like both, good on you. It's not some dirty thing. Only recently I found myself attracted to a woman. Didn't know I went that way but... apparently I do. So, good for both of us.”

“Cool...”

They grew silent, a bit uncomfortable with the topic for a reason Tamara couldn't fathom. She'd never been with another woman before Hilda, had never found herself interested in being with a woman sexually. But since her experiences, she'd found her eyes drawn more often to the way a woman's butt fit into a pair of slacks, or how a woman smelled as she sweated and paced nearby. It had become an arousal, a stimulant, which she had, perhaps unconsciously, never acknowledged. She'd been so sated by physical relationships with men that she never noticed her own curiosity toward women.

Whatever it was, for a moment she let Erol's admission play out in her mind, and found the idea of the teen and Hannigan together was very arousing. For just a moment, she let her fantasy play out, and found herself growing very wet at what she was imagining.

- - -

“Lauren... would you walk with me?”

Juliana's words broke the fifteen-year old from her thoughts of Georges. Earlier that day, she and the handsome boy had spent some time in his room fooling around, his cum still slowly leaking from her pussy into her panties. She shook herself from how much she enjoyed fucking the woman's son, thoughts of how different and wonderful her brother was from Georges still tumbling in her mind.

Lauren stood and followed Juliana out the back door as she led the way towards the small clearing on the rise behind the house. The woman wore a pair of black yoga pants and a t-shirt, a small bag slung over her shoulder.

Juliana was quiet but Lauren could tell she had something on her mind. The teen kept pace with her, occasionally glancing over to try to read her expression in the early evening warmth. Juliana stopped just over the top of the rise, reached in her bag, and pulled out a blanket which she spread out on the ground, then sat down. Lauren sat beside her, looking out over where fog was lifting off the stream which ran through the woods in the distance.

Juliana remained quiet, and Lauren grew concerned that something wasn't right. Finally, the teen spoke up. “Is... is everything ok? Is something wrong?”

The woman hesitated, looked at Lauren, offered a thin smile. “Yeah... everything is fine... I just... wanted to talk to you a bit... It's about your brother. Logan.”

“Oh... what did he do?” Lauren figured the boy had done something which wasn't appropriate, as was his custom. “He... sometimes has no control, just does stuff without thinking...”

“That, uh... that makes two of us...”

She went silent again for a moment before saying quietly, “I did something with him earlier that... that I'm can't stop thinking about and I am having severe regrets about doing...”

Lauren tensed. “Uh...”

“I initiated it. This time, at least. Well, there was no earlier time, not exactly. But I started it. I suggested we... we...”

Lauren's eyebrows raised. “Yes?”

“I teased him a bit... just a bit... he was looking anyway. You know how he likes to look...”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “Oh, he looks alright. Can't seem to help himself.”

“Do you know he watched me... uh... taking care of myself a couple of days ago? He also... watched me pee. When we went riding... then... well he is a boy hitting puberty... he took care of himself... in front of me.”

Lauren knew she should feel something more troubling, fear or embarrassment, perhaps anger. Instead, after what had gone on at the farm, and especially after going through the earlier conversation with Juliana about incest, she found herself smiling and shaking her head. “That's Logan... sorry about that...”

“No, no, I don't tell you this to cast blame or shame, I just... thought you should know that it... was arousing for me.”

Lauren tilted her head. “Logan watching you... but...”

Juliana put up her hand. “I know, I know. I don't know why, it just was. I started wanting to make him feel special, you know? I wanted him to be able to do more than just... look. I guess I wanted to feel special too... I get lonely up here when Erns is away, which is most of the time. That why... that's why I did what I did with him earlier...”

Lauren knew where this was heading and wondered just how far they had gone. “Did you... were you his first?”

“No, don't think so. No, we didn't have intercourse... no, I... I wanted to, Lauren... I wanted him inside me... no, I think maybe someone else might be the one to be his first... Not that... but I brought him pleasure in other ways, and he gave me some in return.”

Lauren was growing wet. “He... licked you, too?”

“Yes. Oh, he's a boy and inexperienced. But he's eager and really seemed to like doing it. It felt great. I... I hope to do it again.” Juliana let out a long breath. “I hope this is ok, Lauren. I needed to tell someone. Needed to tell you. I've been doubting myself since it happened. I'm scared that I've abused him. Hurt him. Adults can't do this with children for a good reason, it causes harm, I don't ever want to...”

“Look, Logan is not a normal twelve-year old. And... he's had some experiences, as you already know... I think he probably loved it... I mean, what's not to love. You're beautiful... uh... you know what I mean...”

Juliana relaxed a bit, her hand absently resting between her legs. She looked into Lauren's eyes, asked, “Lauren... do you have any interest in girls or just boys?”

“Uh...” Lauren remembered her night with Panthea and a more recent experience with Juliana's daughter. “I... yeah... I like girls too...”

“You and Hannah... have you...?”

“Yes...”

Juliana smiled, then shivered. “Thought you might... me too. I like girls too.”

Lauren watched her a moment then looked away. “So... are you like... hinting something?”

“Only if you are interested...”

Lauren was very interested. She smiled, and Juliana took that as an invitation to move closer. She pressed her outer thigh against Lauren's and took her hand, holding it in her lap a moment. “You're very beautiful, Lauren. I can see why your brothers and my kids can't keep their thoughts off you... I... it's been a long time since I've been with a young woman, Lauren... I'm so excited right now...”

Lauren felt powerful suddenly, like Juliana was a quivering teen eager for her first kiss. The fifteen-year old leaned against the woman and kissed her lips, lightly at first, then more passionately. Juliana moaned into Lauren's mouth as she moved onto her back. Lauren moved her hands over Juliana's small breasts as the woman's hands caressed the teen's. Lauren could smell the excitement coming from Juliana's genitals, and knew her own aroma was likely filling the woman's senses as well.

“Oh, Lauren...” Juliana breathed as the teen caressed the heat between the woman's legs. Lauren could feel the woman's genitals through her yoga pants, the folds of her pussy tender even through the fabric. Juliana raised up and together they slid the tight clothing from her legs. The intense odors of wet pussy and arousal were warm in the fading light, and Lauren found herself drawn down, her tongue just inches from where the woman was spreading her labia with her fingers.

Her first taste was amazing. Lauren ran her tongue through Juliana's slick flesh, the creamy, salty discharge was thick and delicious. Juliana moaned as the teen's lapping found her hard clit. Lauren giggled at the way her attention had the woman writhing quickly. Juliana's fingers ran through the fifteen-year old's dark hair, drawing her face deeper between her thighs, begging her to bring her to orgasm.

Lauren's mind was filled with sensual inputs from the woman's wet, hairy cunt. The way her scent felt both heavy and light, her flavors both sweet and pungent. The rough pubes, the silky labia, her tensing muscles, the wonderful moans she made with each movement. Lauren's own pussy was becoming very wet.

Before Juliana came, she grabbed Lauren's hair hard and pulled her up, looking down at the girl. Lauren thought that perhaps she'd done something wrong. “Please... I want to taste you, Lauren... take off your clothes and sit on my face while you eat me... please...”

Lauren tingled as she did her best to rip off her clothing. In seconds, she was nude and straddling the woman's face. She watched between their bodies as Juliana stared into her fifteen-year old crotch, Lauren's privates exposed to her eyes, her wetness and aroma signaling her excitement. She settled down and felt Juliana's tongue run through her hairy teen slit. Lauren moaned, unable to do more than close her eyes and ride the woman's face.

Juliana's lips and tongue kissed and lapped her sensative flesh, the woman's nose pressed against Lauren's anus. Lauren flashed back to the way her brother had emptied his cum inside her asshole and wondered briefly if Juliana had ever taken it there before. As if she knew what Lauren was thinking, Juliana pressed her nose deeper, penetrating the teen's butthole slightly as she ate the girl's pussy.

Lauren fell back over Juliana's body, pressed her face between the woman's legs, and circled her clit with her tongue. Together, they moaned and writhed, two bodies connected by mouths and wet pussies. Lauren's body shuddered as she began to orgasm, and Juliana was right there with her. Pungent cream drooled out of Juliana's vagina as she moaned into Lauren's spasming cunt, and the teen lapped up the sweet discharge as her own climax had her fluids dripping into the woman's mouth.

They didn't stop with one. Juliana continued to lick Lauren's genitals, occasionally moving up to lick the teen's anus. Lauren loved the sensation, and noticed that Juliana had rolled her hips up a bit, offering her own butthole for the girl's attention. Lauren dove in.

She lapped the rough, tight hole carefully, uncertain what the woman might like. As Juliana's tongue probed Lauren's tight asshole, the teen did the same to the woman's. She found the mix of drooling vaginal discharge and the natural taste of Juliana's ass was intoxicating. Lauren dove deeper, lapped the woman from clit to anus, probing both holes along the way. Juliana soon matched her, and together, they drove to intense, powerful orgasms with the taste of the other's sweet and bitter holes coating their tongues.

Lauren collapsed beside Juliana, panting heavily, the smell of the woman's two holes still fresh on her face, the complex tastes of both so lovely in her mouth. Juliana crawled around and behind the teen, wrapping her arms and legs over her.

“Oh, Lauren... Sweetheart... oh, you are wonderful...”

“Mmm... you too...”

Lauren started to doze in the woman's arms, her pussy dripping juices against Juliana's thigh. She wondered briefly if the woman had ever thought about being with her own kids. An image of Juliana on her back, Georges fucking her pussy while Hannah rode her face swam through Lauren's mind. She smiled at the thought as sleep found her.

- - -

“We'll need to get a plane in Praia. I have no doubt the Cambridge is still trying to find us, and Cape Verde is the only place this submersible could reach quickly. They'll start here first. We cannot tarry.” Holly had repeated the same thought four times already, and it was clear that the woman's head was not running at its usual peak. She had fought the post-pill crash which had brought Gene to his knees on the Cambridge, and slept little. The result left her with short term memory glitches and swings between indecisiveness and overly-certain declarations.

“We know, Holly. Let's just get on the island first, ok? We know what we're up to.” Marisa had tried to calmly keep the pretty blonde from becoming agitating, and it had mostly worked until they got close enough to see the island when they briefly surfaced.

Gene held Holly's hand a moment, whispered to her, “listen... you're a little on edge right now, ok? Hang tight. We'll be in and out of Praia quickly. We know what to do.”

Gene had no idea what to do, but telling the woman that would do nothing to help. Holly nodded a little too vigorously and squeezed his hand. “I know... Ok, I know. I'm... I'm a little on edge. Yeah, that's all. Just a little on edge.”

“Marisa has a spot marked. Diving.” Gene had learned that the man piloting the craft was named Bendal, and the man's voice was more calm than felt right given Holly's agitation and their continued precarious situation. They all knew the Cambridge was still looking for them, and it had a half-dozen submersibles at its disposal to track them down. So far, they'd seen no sign of pursuit beyond the first hour.

“How long til we set foot on land?” Gene asked.

“Hour, hour-fifteen tops,” replied Marisa.

Gene wondered if he could calm Holly down a bit by way of a distraction. He glanced at Silver who was curled up on the opposite bench seat, appeared to be sleeping. He looked into the back of the vessel and had an idea. He whispered to Holly, “hey... come back here with me a moment, ok?”

She eyed him a little odd, but didn't resist when he helped her up and pushed her through the opening. Gene shut the divider and turned her around.

“What's this about, Gene? We're almost there. We need focus right now. Focus. You know, Focus--”

Gene cut her off by slamming his lips to hers and squeezing her ass with both hands. Holly sucked in her breath through her nose, was trying to protest, but Gene had her gripped tightly. He caressed her asscheeks with his fingers, the short woman's bubble butt fit so nicely in his hands. Gene quickly slid down the treated canvas pants she wore and spun her around, bending her over against the wall of the craft.

“Gene-- uhnn... uhnn...”

His tongue lapped her pungent slit, the day of agitation, fear, and stress had left Holly's pussy raw and thick with complex odors. She'd even let her pubes go unshaven for a couple of days, the lightest of stubble starting to grow in around her slick, puffy pink slit. Gene lapped at the blonde's vagina, tasting conflicting flavors, sweet and bitter, savory and pungent. He loved the way Holly tasted like that, and his tongue cleaned her pussy quickly.

Holly had stopped protesting, the attention between her thighs distracting her for the moment. When Gene circled her clit, she moaned loudly and wiggled her hips against him, driving her tight, pink anus onto his nose. The raw scents of Holly's ass filled Gene's nostrils and he lapped her tightest hole in response.

“Fuck yes, Gene. Put it in my ass. Right now. I'm ready. Fuck my ass.”

Gene did as commanded. He pulled his pants down to his knees and used a finger to push saliva onto Holly's already-slick anus, and coated his hardening cock as well. She braced herself as he put the tip of his dick against her slightly swollen ring. Gene pushed in.

“OOOOOOHHH...FUUUUCKK” Holly cried out as Gene sodomized her, his rigid penis firmly sliding deep into her rectum. He didn't know when Holly last had a bowel movement and he didn't care. She wanted it there, perhaps needed it there, and he was all too happy to penetrate her tight, dirty hole.

He started to stroke his cock in and out of her backdoor. Holly's fingers ran over her clit, rapidly bringing herself to orgasm. Gene could feel the blonde's anus clenching with each contraction, Holly's climax making him feel powerful, needful. He slammed her ass as it grew slimy, the smell of anal sex becoming thick in the small chamber.

Gene was quickly overwhelmed as Holly orgasmed again, squirt firing from her cunt to splash against his balls and thighs. She started to collapse but he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her tight as he pounded, pounded, churned her bowels with each stroke. He inhaled her ripe scent, felt her anus becoming slicker, dirtier, and swelled inside her ass.

“Do it, Gene. Fill my dirty ass. Fill me up. Cum in my dirty ass, Gene...”

That was all it took for Gene to explode. Cum forced through the tight grip her anus had on his shaft and shot into her bowels. Over and over he ejaculated his jism, cumming fully, deeply inside the beautiful, short blonde's ass. He came until he felt raw, throbbing inside her butt, unable to control his cries as he emptied his load into the woman's dirty hole.

He managed to slip down onto his butt, pulling Holly with him, the woman still impaled on his cock. She sat on his lap breathing heavily, cum churned to brown froth around her anus. Holly ran her hand back to caress Gene's head and let out a deep breath, then laughed. “Goddamn Gene. You knew just what I needed, eh? I get a little agitated and you take my ass without a care for what might be in there. My dirty, dirty perv. Goddamn that felt great... mmm... careful. You're still throbbing in my butt. Do that much more and I'm going to cum again.”

Gene smiled and felt his cock pulsing. Holly mewled, dropped her hand to her clit, and writhed on his lap as she brought herself to a third climax. They sat panting a moment before Holly said, “hmm... not sure how to disengage. I need to take a shit, 'fraid if I let you out, the rest of it will come out too...”

Gene laughed, “carefully, then. We can try to stand together, here...” They slowly worked their way up to a standing position, his cock almost slipping out a couple of times. He pushed her forward, still sodomizing her, and helped her into the tiny lavatory near the rear. “Go for it.”

In one quick motion, Holly pulled off his cock, spun around, and sat quickly onto the seat, releasing the contents of her bowels in one long groaning movement. Before he could protest, Holly leaned forward and sucked Gene's soiled cock into her mouth, mewling as she emptied her rectum and cleaned his penis. Gene wasn't sure he was keen on being present for either, but it took only moments of Holly's excellent lips and tongue for him to unload in her mouth.

Gene heard a noise behind him, turned his head in time to see Marisa wrinkling her nose and casting an impatient eye at where Holly still held Gene's cock in her mouth, a small ribbon of cum drooling out the side. The woman shook her head, tried to hide her distate for the smell, and said, “almost there, be ready in five,” then went back to the forward compartment.

Gene and Holly were silent a moment, then the blonde dropped his penis, looked up at him, and they shared a laugh before attempting to clean up in the tiny sink.

- - -

“Hey Finch,” Georges said in a hushed voice, “I want to show you something I just found.” The boy glanced back to where Hannah and Logan were playing a card game, then headed out of the den and towards the hallway. Finch followed without looking back.

Georges led him down to the bunker where they'd shared the night with their sisters. The fifteen-year old pulled a small memory card out of his pocket and slid it into one of several laptops on the shelf along the back wall. “Just found this earlier, thought you might wanna see it...”

He clicked the mouse a few times and in seconds, a video started playing. It was somewhat dark, but Finch felt his blood start to warm as he saw a woman spread out naked on a bed. She was a short woman with long dark hair. She looked familiar. “Is that... is that your mom?”

Georges nodded. “Yeah... my dad filming it... I... I've never seen her like this... she's... she's kinda hot.”

“Very hot. Oh, damn, she's spreading herself open... oh, shit! He's getting a close up.” The video showed the camera moving in to watch Juliana using her fingers to open her labia and expose her wet vagina for view. Finch felt his cock grow hard in his shorts.

The camera pulled back as the woman sat up and reached towards the cameraman's groin. Juliana giggled as she brought Henderson's long, thick cock out from his boxers. “Jesus, Georges. Your dad has a huge cock! How does she handle all that? She's tiny!”

“I know, right? I could never figure out how they fit together. Now... I guess we'll find out.”

“Have you watched it already?”

“Just enough to know what was on it. I didn't get much past this. Mom walked into the room a couple minutes after I found it. Didn't get the chance to see any more.” Finch could tell Georges was hard, the fifteen-year old's hand absently stroking his bulge through his pants.

“Can we put it on a bigger screen? I... I wanna see this...”

“Yeah, one sec.” A moment later, the boys settled onto a couch opposite a huge television, Juliana's mouth wrapped around the top part of Henderson's huge penis.

“Looks like she should be choking on that. Look how much she can fit in her mouth!” Finch had never seen anything like it, the tiny woman with the large, thick cock between her lips, moaning as she sucked her husband. “God... I bet that feels good!”

Georges looked over at him, “ever... uh... ever thought about your mom like I'm thinking about mine right now?”

Finch pushed aside the sadness that thoughts of his mother brought on, remembering instead the times he'd seen her nude after a shower, the way her panties smelled after she wore them all day. “Y-yeah... she's hot, too... I've seen her naked... never... uh... never like this, though...”

Finch hadn't noticed that Georges had pulled his cock out and started stroking it, but a glance down to the boy's lap showed that he was slowly masturbating to the scene of his mom and dad on the screen. Finch was too turned on to worry about jerking off in front of Georges, and soon had his own penis out, slowly running his fist up and down its length.

- - -

Logan kept glancing down the neckline of Hannah's loose pajama top to see the curves of her teen breasts below. His little cock had grown hard quickly, and in moments, he knew he'd be unable to resist pulling it out. Hannah saw him looking and giggled, said, “like what you see, eh?” She looked down to where Logan's pajama bottoms were bulging. “Guess you do!”

Lauren looked around. “Hey, where'd those two get off to?”

Logan shrugged.

“Bet their up to something interesting. Should we go find out?”

Logan hesitated, didn't want to interrupt the fun he was having with Lauren. “I dunno...”

“Come on. We'll be quick. Then maybe you'll want to do more than just look at the girls...” she giggled again.

Hannah took Logan's hand and led him down the hallway. The checked the bedrooms but found no one, then Hannah took them down to the bunkers. Logan heard moaning coming from the room as they went down the stairs. Hannah glanced at him smiling. “Oh, their up to something interesting, alright. Let's go see.”

They crept closer and Logan looked inside. He saw Finch and Georges both on the couch, cocks out, fists moving up and down to something they were watching on the screen.

“Oh... Erns... oh... yes...”

Hannah stood straight, eyes moving from the boy's penises to the scene on the televisions. “Is that Mom and Dad?!”

Georges shot up straight and Finch froze. Georges stuttered, “uh... it, uh... yeah...”

“Damn!” Hannah said, eyes glued to where her father's large penis could be seen sliding in and out of her mother's tiny vagina. “How... how did you get this?”

“Accident. Found it earlier... didn't know it was on the memory card... can you believe it, Sis? We always wondered how Mom took him. Look at that! He's got half it inside her and he's huge!”

Logan watched in awe. He wanted to pour forth with all the details of how he'd cum in Juliana's mouth three times earlier that day, how he'd licked her privates, but just before his mouth started to tell his tale, he remembered his promise and held back. Barely. Instead, he watched in amazement as the woman grunted and groaned each time her husband's cock slammed inside her vagina, their bodies matching what Logan knew was called doggy-style.

Hannah was speechless, transfixed. She plopped down between Finch and Georges, her hand immediately inside her own pajamas.

“Oh... Erns... yes... oh, yes... that's it... cumming, Darling... Oh... cumming on your hard cock... oooohhh... oooohhhh...”

“The dirty things they say!” Hannah breathed.

Logan watched as Juliana's body shook, the camera shaking as well as the man tried to keep the shot steady as his wife climaxed around his swollen dick. He remembered how he'd watched the twins' parents fucking once before, but the angle was very different. He'd cum hard watching them from the doorway and thought it was amazing, but seeing it from Henderson's perspective, seeing Juliana take his penis into her little pussy, that was simply outstanding and intensely arousing.

Hannah's hands had moved out of her pajamas and were stroking the boy's dicks to her sides. Both teens were moaning as the fifteen-year old stroked them. Georges made her pause long enough to pull off her shirt and bottoms, leaving the brown-haired girl nude, once more taking the teen cocks in her hands, all eyes staring at their parents fucking as Juliana was building again to orgasm around Henderson's cock.

Logan pulled his pants down and started stroking, too. He alternated between the action on screen and the scene on the couch, watching as Georges kissed his sister and Finch ran his hands down to finger the girl's swollen wet vagina.

Hannah came first, Finch's fingers moving around her slick, hairy vulva, the girl shuddering as her eyes were drawn to where her mother had flipped over onto her back and spread her legs, her father's penis soon disappearing into the gaping, slick hole between. Henderson passed the camera to his wife, and the shot soon looked down her body to where his cock disappeared between her swollen labia.

“Oh, Darling... oh, so close... I feel you growing... oh, so big... I want your seed, Erns... fill me with your cream... oh, yes...”

Hannah came again as Georges sucked her breasts, Finch's fingers flying between the girl's legs. Her fists moved again after her climax subsided, and Georges groaned loudly. Logan watched as the boy arched his back, his hips rising from the couch. White jets of cum shot out of his pulsing cock, splashing down onto his stomach and onto Hannah's arm and fingers. Another shot hit her face, another landed on her breasts, quickly running down to her stomach. More boiled out and ran over her hand.

Finch came as well, Hannah's fist driving him to ejaculate hard, two squirts splashing against the dark-haired teen's breasts, another landing on her thigh, more bubbling out to run over her pumping fist.

Logan was overwhelmed with excitement.

“Oh, fill me Erns... fill me... yes... out, so hot... so hot...” Henderson was grunting as he came in his wife's vagina. Logan's fist flew.

Hannah saw him, her face streaked with her brother's cum. “On me, Logan... shoot it on me...”

He rushed over, dick starting to burn and swell. Hannah spread her legs and he got close to her, fist driving him over the top. Despite his earlier orgasms, his youthful body had produced another thick, volumnous batch of cum. It flew out in globs, the first landing in Hannah's pubes, the second and third hitting her stomach. A forth hit her thigh, and the last drops ran out to drop onto her leg.

By the time he had finished cumming on the girl, the video had cut off and stopped. Hannah was covered in semen. Three loads had left her body coated with sticky, slick cum. She laughed, finally pulling her hands from the cocks beside her. She rubbed the jizz into her cheeks and slid some into her mouth, then spread it around her young breasts. Georges ran a hand down to her genitals where he rubbed Logan's sperm into his sister's pubes and into her vagina.

Logan collapsed beside his brother, utterly spent.

Hannah giggled, said, “wow, boys... that was a lot of firsts for me... first time watching my parents have sex, first time I've seen my mom or dad's things, first time I've had you all cover me like that... does that make me a slut?”

Georges laughed. “No, no. Just horny, I think... Just horny. I'll make copies of this for all of us. Can't take a chance of losing it, and I better put it back before Mom misses it.”

Hannah cocked her head, “you think she watches it?”

Georges nodded. “It was in her handheld. I was trying to get a song she was playing off it earlier, then I saw her recent list... that's how I found it. She watches it... a lot...”

“Wonder where she is, anyway. She and Lauren left to go for a walk a couple of hours ago.”

“No idea,” Georges said. “Probably not doing anything nearly as fun as what we just did...”

“No doubt, brother. No doubt...”

Logan could only grin and wonder if they were very wrong.

- - -

It wasn't exactly cozy, but they were all too tired to much care. They didn't risk a fire, so Tamara huddled together with Hannigan and Erol deep in the woods as they ate canned sausages and did their best to share warmth. The small clearing offered just enough space to lay out their blanket, but little more.

Erol wandered away to find somewhere to relieve himself, leaving Tamara and Hannigan alone. She watched Hannigan as he glance toward the teen, wondering what thoughts were going through the man's mind. She almost let go the boy's secret feelings, but held to her promise.

“He's a good kid, Tamara. Man, I suppose. You made him a man, of sorts.”

She smiled. “Yes. He's young, but he's smart and handsome and brave. All the things a man should be.”

His eyes watched a moment longer than necessary before Erol disappeared in the trees, then said, “suppose we're going to be getting comfy together tonight. We need to share warmth together. It's going to get worse the deeper we get into the night.”

Tamara nodded. “I don't mind. Two handsome men against me as I sleep. What more can a girl want?”

Hannigan grinned. “We do make the best of it, don't we? I suppose we have little choice.”

“We do what we have to. Survive another day, just like everyone else.”

He leaned towards her and kissed her lips. “Tamara... I'm trying hard not to be jealous. Of Erol, I mean... and... your husband, I guess. But... the longer we're together... the more distance I have from my wife... I...”

“You don't need to say it, Hannigan. I know. I feel it too. It's ok. We need each other. We do what we have to do.”

“I know. I just... I shouldn't be jealous. I have no right to be. You're not mine. Not in that way. What you do with Erol is your business, but... I'm just being honest.”

“I know, Hannigan. I know. It's an odd thing we have, and Erol is now part of it. I know.”

“Jealous or not, though,” he said, “I'm glad he's here. He's growing on me, really. Good man to have with us. Could make the difference in what happens next.” His hand had wandered to her thigh under the double layers of blankets. “Damn this cold. I'd make love to you right now if we wouldn't freeze to death.”

“Even knowing Erol would see and... want to join us?”

Hannigan was silent a moment. “I think you'd enjoy that.”

“What, having you both? What woman wouldn't?”

He laughed lightly. “I suppose. You shared Hilda with me, that was an amazing experience. I'd love to share that with you and Erol, I guess. I dunno. Never... never been shared a woman with another man at the same time. Not sure how to feel about... you know... sharing intimacy with another guy that way.”

Tamara hesitated before saying, “with Hilda... that was a first for me... I'd never been with a woman before. I didn't know that I'd like it so much. I never really considered myself attracted to women... now... I know I am... have you... have you ever, you know... been attracted to another man before?”

The slight pause in his response told her the truth. “Uh... I dunno, Tamara. I... I dunno.”

“It's ok.” She took his hand and held it on her thigh. “You like what you like. You've thought about it, then?”

He shrugged. “Look, I'm not really comfortable with this conversation. There were... moments... in the field where... I thought things... I don't know if it was stress or fear or... whatever. Maybe, Tamara. I just... don't want to think about that right now. I like women, I know that.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Ok, I won't press. Anyway, Erol's back.”

Hannigan had already noticed and watched the teen as he returned to the clearing. The boy let out a long yawn and climbed under the blankets.

Hannigan cleared his throat, said, “ok, we need to bed down and get some sleep. As soon as it's light we move and move quickly. I think we're almost out of the thick of it, want to put some miles between us and the armies around Istanbul. Hopefully we don't meet anything as we move north and west.”

Tamara slid down after Hannigan got comfortable on his back. She rested her head on his shoulder and kissed his skin lightly, her leg rising to lay across his thigh. Erol pressed in against her, his body warm and welcoming on her back. She started to drift quickly, but not before noticing a pressing hardness against her ass. Tamara smiled, let her mind wander to her earlier fantasy and realized it was closer to becoming reality than she had previously thought.