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 Bridgewater, Female, 19

	- Agent of Marker 1, sister of Anna

	- Bronze-tanned skin, 5'1, 100lbs, straight shoulder-length straw-blonde hair

Erol, Male, ~16

	- Turkish student

	- Light-brown skin, 5'7, 135lbs, short, wavy black hair

Hannah Henderson, 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 Henderson, Male, 15

	- son of Dr. Henderson and Juliana, twin brother of Hannah

	- Dark beige skin, 5'10, 165lbs, mousy dark-brown hair

Dr. Erns Henderson, Male, 40ish

	- Associate of Panthea, husband of Juliana, father of Hannah and Georges

	- Dark beige skin, 7'0, 280lbs, unkempt black hair.

Juliana Henderson, Female, 40ish

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

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

Panthea (Silk Purse), Female, early 50s

	- A woman with an unknown background

	- Brown-grey skin, 5'7, 140lbs, short curly black-silk hair

Adam (Silver) Silverbaum, Male, late-20s

	- M1 Technician

	- Ashy beige skin, 5'7, 150lbs, ear-length black hair

Marisa, Female, early-30s

	- M1 Technician

	- Light almond skin, 5'3, 110lbs, short dark-brown hair

Bendal, Male, late-30s

	- M1 Technician

	- Pale freckled skin, 5'8, 160lbs, shaved bald head

Lauren's pussy felt sticky when she woke the next morning. She hadn't moved in the night, and if her brothers had, they were roughly in the same positions, curled up against her, heads on her chest. She smiled at the warm feeling she had, remembered the lovely moments the three of them had shared in the night. Her clit rose as her body relived the sensations of her brothers' cum splashing inside her vagina.

A soft knock at the door was followed by, “anyone up?” Hannah's voice.

Lauren tried to be quiet, “I am.. they boys are still out.”

The door opened a crack and the fifteen-year old girl leaned her head in. She saw the three siblings cuddled together and smiled. “We're starting breakfast, thought you might want something to eat.”

Lauren nodded, said, “be there in a few. I need to wash up first.”

Hannah gave her a knowing grin, said, “I just did the same,” and closed the door behind her.

Lauren tried to ease out from under her brothers but doing so caused both to wake and stretch. She kissed each on the forehead, said, “breakfast soon, sleepyheads,” and crawled off the bed. She'd kicked her pants and underwear off in the night and had to fish them out from under the covers.

Both of her brothers still had their pants down around their knees, and she admired the way their penises looks so different in their soft states. Finch's cock hung to one side, not large, but clearly bigger than his brother's. Logan's smaller, soft dick was just a nub, really, barely protruding over his little, slightly hairy balls. Lauren barely resisted the urge to suck them both.

Instead, she pulled on her dirty clothing and slid out to the washroom, where again she would have to use a rough cloth and cold water to clean herself. She ran water and prepared to feel the cool discomfort.

Her pussy was tingling from her arousal. It was a constant state for Lauren in the last few weeks. She couldn't seem to stop wanting sex, and smelling the stale cum wafting from her pussy just made her more horny.

Lauren stopped preparing the washcloth and spread her legs slightly, pressing fingers into her vagina. Two went inside slowly and she sucked in her breath, pulling her hand to her nose and smelling herself more strongly then, enjoying the knowledge that her brothers' sperm had soaked inside her body all night. She inhaled deeply, the ripe, musky scent so intoxicating. She put her fingers in her cunt again, her palm rubbing against her hard clit and providing just enough stimulation.

Lauren closed her eyes and relived Finch's movements inside her. He'd been gentle and slow, almost caring. She liked it faster, too, but something about a slow lovemaking experience was her favorite. Logan's movements were still very inexperienced, a bit awkward. Plus, he barely lasted a few seconds inside her before he ejaculated. Still, she loved that too.

The door opened and Lauren's eyes shot open. Panthea stood staring at Lauren's genitals.

“Ah... sorry... I'll... uh...” Panthea didn't move. Neither did Lauren. Panthea looked behind her, then breathed quietly, “would you... uh... like me to...”

Lauren could only nod and Panthea closed herself inside, dropping quickly to her knees and inhaling Lauren's scents. “Oh... Lauren... you smell...” She paused, cocked her head, “you've were with one of the boys last night... I can smell sperm...” Whatever Panthea thought about that, or whether she knew it was her brothers, the woman pressed her face against Lauren's crotch and her tongue was lapping the night's sticky mess from her pussy before the teen could even worry about being found out.

Lauren moaned quietly as Panthea's excellent tongue tasted her slickness, dipping into her vagina before circling her clit. Lauren held her head, bucking against the woman's movements. It took only a moment for Lauren to climax hard against Panthea's face. She moaned with her mouth closed, hoping she was quiet enough.

Her thighs relaxed and Panthea stood up, glistening juices on her lips and chin. She leaned in and kissed Lauren, and the teen could taste her own pussy and her brothers' stale cum in the woman's mouth. Lauren loved the sensation and without saying a word, dropped to her knees and pulled down Panthea's slacks.

She buried her face in the woman's hairy pussy, smelling the night's sweat and rising arousal, tasting the complex flavors between Panthea's legs. Lauren lapped the woman's clit, the hard nub sticking out from the tickling hairs around her vulva. Panthea moaned, then covered her mouth, her other hand rubbing her breasts over her shirt. She leaned back against the sink and spread her legs wider.

Lauren's tongue ran up and down Panthea's slit, teasing her from clit to anus and back again. Panthea rocked her hips and ran a hand through Lauren's dark hair. The teen probed the woman's vagina, teasing out creamy discharge before lapping her straining clit. Panthea came in small jerks, spasming against Lauren's face, juices squirting out and over Lauren's lips and chin. It wasn't piss, but it had a consistency like water, and tasted only slightly of salt and pungency. Lauren lapped all of it up.

Panthea straightened and pulled Lauren in for another kiss, tasting herself in the teen's mouth. She whispered into Lauren's ear, “oh, Sweetie. How I wished to do that with you again. I feared I might never have the chance...” She glanced towards the door where they could hear footsteps going past. “We better clean up in a hurry. Shouldn't let anyone find out... “

The woman seemed to realize that she'd just had sex with a fifteen-year old girl and was almost panicking trying to wipe herself and slip out unseen. The door closed, leaving Lauren alone again, her cunt slowly drooling. Lauren looked at the cloth and dripping cold water and decided she'd rather let her crotch stay coated with discharge and Panthea's saliva, and pulled up her panties, then her pants. She looked at her face in the mirror, considered wiping away the juices from Panthea's cunt. Instead, she used her fingers to draw the wetness up to her nose, inhaling the woman's odors deeply, and looked forward to smelling the wonderful scents of Panthea's pussy all day.

- - -

The small metal cot and thin mattress had provided no comfort in the night for Tamara as the convoy stopped for four hours on the backside of a ridge somewhere in Bulgaria. She was awakened by a quick shouted command through the tent flap and heard the other three women inside up and moving quickly. They'd spoken not at all, and it compounded Tamara's feeling of isolation despite the presence of the others.

The smell in the tent was ripe with unwashed bodies, but Tamara had weeks ago become accustomed to the odors from herself and others. It came with the rushed movements and infrequent opportunities to refresh and recharge. She'd slept in her clothes and grumbled to herself about how they felt sticky and coarse.

She found a small cook fire nearby where bitter coffee was offered to her without comment. She sipped it and tried to force down a small biscuit and a handful of dried plums and almonds. Tamara looked around for Erol, hadn't seen him since the brief moments the night before. She felt less worried about him knowing he'd come along and was somewhere among the two hundred or so people who made up the convoy's passengers.

Major Danielson walked up to the fire and cast a glance at Tamara. Her eyes lingered just a moment to long, and Tamara felt uncomfortable as her gaze slid lower over her body. Danielson pulled her aside and said quietly, “I'm sorry, Mrs. Polanski. I'm not one to be rude, but I have a job to do here. I understand you are going through a very difficult time right now, and, to be honest, you and the boy are just two more complications in my day.” The woman sipped her coffee. “However, you're not one of my soldiers and Spider reminded me that I should be... polite... to you.”

Her statement was left to hang. Tamara didn't know if she was expected to respond or acknowledge the flat apology, so she simply nodded and drank from her cup.

Danielson stared at her face a moment. “You remind me of someone I knew once. Good woman,” she said, and turned quickly to walk off to another group of uniformed soldiers.

Tamara shook her head, unable to figure out the woman's conversation style. She shrugged it off and chalked it up to her military background and the stress of moving a couple hundred people and dozens of vehicles across Eastern Europe.

She wanted to ask about Skopje and Krakow, wished to know why they were making a detour, why they were headed to Poland. Tamara fantasized briefly about grabbing Erol and running off, but she acknowledged that it was foolish. She didn't exactly trust Danielson or Spider, or M1 for that matter, but for the time being, they offered the best chance to find her family and avoid whatever was coming after her.

- - -

“You all know we're waiting on word on when to proceed,” Henderson stated as they ate breakfast, some sitting at the table, others standing and pacing. Finch watched as the man took a bite of a tomato. “Right now, we stay here. I'm awaiting contact and for some reason, my normal channels are not functional. Fear not, however, we are safe here and I expect to know more very soon.” He cast his eyes towards Finch and then the others. “Don't leave the house, however. I need you all close for when we are ready to move.”

Finch swallowed a bite of cheese and washed it down with something resembling grape juice. Hannah sat next to him at the table, and her leg was pressed against his. He looked at her quickly, saw her grinning as her fingers walked over his thigh just out of sight. His hardon pressed against his pants, and he wondered if there would be an opportunity to explore the girl's thigh somewhere more private.

A short time later, Henderson announced, “I am heading out with Panthea, we need to take care of something. Juliana will stay here with you children. I've got a simple two-way means of letting you know what's going on. It is in the clear, so I may not be free to speak details, but if there are any issues here, Juliana can contact me quickly. Be good!”

Finch saw Panthea glance at Lauren briefly, a small smile on her face, then the woman followed Henderson out the front door. Finch saw his sister blush and try to hide a grin. He wondered just what that was about.

They sat in silence a moment, Juliana the only adult left in the house. She looked them over, asked, “so... just us for right now, gang. We should make the most of it.”

Finch asked, “what's there to do?”

Juliana hesitated, “well... I was kinda hoping to take a nap... perhaps... you're all a bit tired too? We should get what rest we can now, never know when we might have to be moving through the night.”

“Is it bad?” Logan asked.

“Oh, no, Logan. No. Not like that. I just... Listen, I've been with Erns a long time, and... there have been times that were not easy. You three know,” she said, looking at Finch and then Lauren, “you came to us after one such time. I've learned that you can't pass up... opportunities. Especially to sleep and eat. I suggest you all try to rest and refresh as best you can. I know there's no hot water, but,” her eyes cast to Lauren and his sister seemed to wilt a bit, “take the time to wash up. Its not fun to go too long without that...”

Finch didn't understand the reference, but he agreed that he like the idea of washing up.

Before he could rise, he saw Juliana motion Lauren to join her down the hall. Just what is that about?

- - -

“I... I'd like to talk to you about Logan...”

Lauren wondered what the woman was wanting. She waited patiently for her to continue.

Juliana wrinkled her nose a bit, then almost hummed. Her voice lowered, “you smell intoxicating, Lauren. Were you with the boys last night?”

Lauren hesitated, “uh... yes...” She didn't mention her moments with Panthea in the bathroom.

“Thought so... look, I... do you think Logan might like to... take a nap with me? A quick one... I don't want Erns to find out...”

Lauren smiled, shrugged, “probably. He is a little perv.”

“Would you... maybe stay downstairs and keep an eye out? If my husband comes back... warn me?”

She nodded. “Ok. I can do that.” Lauren paused. “It's small, you know. Logan's dick. But... it feels really good anyway... especially when he shoots in me...”

Juliana shivered. “Oh, God, Lauren... I want to feel that... would you send him upstairs in a moment? I want to wash up first...”

Lauren smiled again, “of course.”

- - -

Logan's cock was hard before he opened the bedroom door. His sister hadn't said what was going on, but the thought of being in a bedroom alone with Juliana had his mind racing with possibilities.

He opened the door and closed it behind him. The woman was sitting on the edge of the bed, blushing, her small frame not much larger than his. “Sit a moment, Logan. If you wish...”

Logan sat down and stared at the floor, eagerness clear on his face.

“So... I understand that your sister made you a man recently.”

He grinned. “Uh-huh.”

“And you enjoyed it?”

“Uh-huh. A lot.”

“Logan... the other day... I almost let you... do that with me... remember?”

How could he forget? “Of course. I wanted to...you stopped me, though...”

“I did. I... I thought that was something Lauren should do with you... at least for your first, but... now that you're a 'man'... I thought maybe you might like to try it with me?”

Logan nodded vigorously.

“Good, because... I've been thinking about it a lot... and I really want to feel you inside of me... I loved what we did before, and I want to do more...”

Her hands were moving over Logan's thighs as she dropped to her knees and pulled at his pants, drawing them to his knees, then off. She smiled at him as his genitals were exposed. Her warm hands slid over his balls then she wrapped a couple of fingers around his small penis. She purred when she saw the small drop of clear fluid threatening to drool from the tip. Her tongue shot out and tasted his precum. Logan shook from nerves and excitement.

Juliana looked at him, said, “you can cum in my mouth again if you want, but I want you to shoot inside my pussy, too, ok?”

He nodded vigorously again.

Juliana's lips drew him in and Logan was soon humping her mouth. His cock swelled and strained against her tongue, the woman making small movements to match the size of his penis. She pulled off just a moment, said, “put your hands on my head, run your fingers through my hair...”

He did as told, and Juliana sucked him again. Her long, dark hair felt silky and wonderful in his fingers. His hips moved on their own, fucking the woman's mouth in short jerks. He groaned, and in seconds Logan began to ejaculate against Juliana's tongue. She mewled as his cum shot out and pooled in her mouth.

Logan's body vibrated as he unloaded, and he watched as she pulled back and swallowed his load quickly.

She smiled, a strand of milky cum on her lips. “Wonderful... you taste so wonderful, Logan.” She stood up and pulled down her pants, then pulled her shirt off of her body, revealing her small, braless breasts. Juliana slipped onto the bed and said, “suck my tits, Logan...”

He crawled on top of her, his slimy half-hard penis pressed against her hip. Her breasts were not big but they felt wonderful to Logan. Soft and round, the tips were dark red and very hard. He sucked on them gently at first, becoming more insistent as she moaned to his movements.

“Lick me... down there...” her voice was a whisper.

She pushed him down and he settled between Juliana's thighs. The smell from her pussy was rich and briny. Logan lapped against her trimmed labia, the dark-red lips open and glistening, the sweat and salty tastes coating his tongue. She moaned and held his head, then squirmed when his tongue moved up and found her clit. He wasn't quite sure what to do, really, but she seemed to really enjoy it when he licked that spot, so he redoubled his efforts.

He felt her clench, her thighs drawing up, her hips rolling. The woman moaned again and in moments, Logan knew she was cumming. “Oooh... oooh... yessss... oh, Logan... ohh....”

He kept licking her and she didn't stop moving. Her hands drew his head harder against her privates, his nose pressed against the furry triangle above her sex. She came again moments later, his tongue flicking up and down and left and right against the hard flesh.

Juliana tugged at him, breathed, “put it in me, Logan... put it in me... ohhh...”

He crawled over her and pushed his hips between her legs. His penis moved awkwardly around her pubes, pushing against her thigh and down between her parted labia. Juliana reached down and held his throbbing little cock, positioned it just right, and when he moved again, he felt his dick enveloped by warm, slick folds.

Logan groaned at the pleasure and he saw Juliana's mouth hang open in a silent moan. He began to move again, still not sure exactly how to do it, but they both seemed to be enjoying it so he kept at it. He started to swell and burn, his breathing deeper. He felt so powerful on top of the woman like that, her body only slightly larger than his, his penis slipping in and out of her welcoming hole.

She wasn't as tight as his sister, her folds larger and her hole less grasping. But it didn't matter to Logan. It was a powerful, incredible sensation, and he bucked against her, drawing closer to his release. She seemed to sense it, opened her eyes, said wonderfully, “you can cum in me, Logan... cum in me...”

He let go, semen burning up his short shaft and boiling out the tip. He felt it rush out of his cock and into the woman's body, bubbling and flowing strong, filling her with his seed. His balls drew up as his semen rushed out, and he heard her moaning lightly as his jism squirted inside her.

Logan didn't stop moving even when his flesh felt sensitive. It felt too good. Her legs opened even wider and drew up, her ankles suddenly over his shoulders. She stared into his eyes a moment, then closed them, her mouth open wide, panting. He felt his cum churning in her hole, frothing, the sounds of their mating becoming wet and squishy.

His movements gained focused. In and out and in and out, his little cock rooting inside Juliana. His body flushed and in seconds another load of semen rushed out of him and splashed into her vagina. She seemed to be cumming again as he squirted his young seed into her body.

As his orgasm washed over him and his ejaculation slowed, he became very sensitive and had to stop. Her legs relaxed and fell off his shoulders, her thighs squeezing him as her body flushed and he could tell she was euphoric, the smile on her face broad and wonderful.

He rested on top of her, unwilling and unable to move away. He didn't want to pull his penis out of her pussy, the intense heat from her sex keeping him locked inside, the sticky, spermy mess trickling out around his penetration.

“Uh...”

Logan spun to see Georges looking in through a partially-open door. He froze.

Juliana panicked. She pushed Logan off of her and tried to cover her messy pussy with her hands. From Logan's angle, she failed miserably.

“Georges! I...”

The teen started a moment, eyes wide. Logan didn't know what to do.

“Uh... Panthea's back...”

Georges looked another moment, and when his mother didn't reply, he slowly backed out and closed the door.

“Oh... no...” Juliana said, anguished.

Logan wasn't exactly sure what went wrong.

- - -

“Why has there been no sign?” Marisa mused as the five of them sat in the living room.

Holly replied, “no idea. I thought for sure we'd have been contacted by now.”

“Do we just wait, then?” Bendal asked.

Gene's head had slowly improved that morning and his thoughts were mostly coherent again. Whatever had happened the night before, he was thankful that he was no longer experiencing it so fully.

“What choice do we have?” said Silver. “We had so little to go on to begin with. Anna's earpiece and Bridgewater's ring, and the coded message. We're here. What more can we do but wait?”

Holly shook her head. “There's nothing to do. Anna's too smart to leave anything for us to find that we wouldn't have located already.” Holly had spent a few hours that morning looking for any marks or other indications of their prey's intentions. They'd found nothing. “She knows we're here, I guarantee it. Whatever she's after, the timing is wrong for her to take the next step.”

“If she wanted you dead--” Marisa began.

“I'd already be dead. We're past that, Marisa. Something else is going on.” Holly was clearly not happy, but the lost, sad puppy from the day before showed no signs of resurfacing in the nineteen-year old's face. “We wait.”

They all resigned to that fact, and Silver said, “I'm at a dead end. I've got no signal. The processing's done on this end, nothing more I can do without a connection to run the rest of the checks. I'm getting some sleep.” With that, he headed upstairs and disappeared.

“Same. Didn't sleep much last night. Wake me if anything changes,” said Bendal.

Gene turned over in his head what he knew about their current situation, but found nothing worth mentioning. They'd been over it in triplicate, and the spare clues they had to date had taken them as far as they could go. Waiting was not easy, though, and Gene found himself beginning to pace restlessly.

“Did I ever tell you that Marisa really likes it in her ass?” Holly broke into his thoughts.

Gene paused and looked oddly at the blonde.

“She does. Ask her.”

Marisa was blushing. “Holly! Jesus! That was one time... And I seem to recall I wasn't the only one.”

“I admit it proudly. I love it in my ass. You should own it, Marisa. Guys like that.”

“Fuck sake, Holly,” Gene said, “subtle is not in your nature, is it?”

“Hardly.” She sat next to Marisa and put her hand on the woman's knee. “Look. We have nothing but time right now, and you know my philosophy. There's a bed in the back no one's in. Come on you two, join me...”

Gene looked at Marisa and instead of the anger or embarrassment he expected, he saw a mix of consideration and opportunity. She shrugged.

Gene shook his head, but his cock began to harden at the thought of fucking the two women.

He followed them back into the rear of the house and closed the door behind them.

Before he could turn around, Holly had Marisa on her back and was deeply kissing the woman. Marisa's arms moved slowly to wrap around Holly's shoulders, then down her back. Gene watched as Marisa caressed Holly's ass, then started to push the blonde's shorts lower.

Gene moved up and helped her, pulling the shorts and panties down, and letting Holly step out of them as the blonde did the same to Marisa. Gene found the mousy, dark-haired woman's body incredibly attractive, small, firm breasts, rounder and slightly more full than Holly's. Marisa's pubes were thick and dark brown, barely hiding the dark labia hanging between her thighs.

Holly settled between Marisa's legs and was immediately eating the woman's pussy. Marisa watched Gene a moment, then rested her head, closed her eyes, and moaned softly.

Gene knelt down and lapped at Holly's pussy. She'd shaved again, the smooth flesh between the nineteen-year old's legs velvety and slick. He loved Holly's pussy. Hell, he was starting to admit he loved Holly. That was a thought he tried to push down as his tongue slid from her creaming vagina up to her tight anus.

Holly purred, said softly, “lick my asshole, Gene. Lick it.”

He lapped her wrinkled backdoor, savoring the ripe and rich flavors, the flesh rougher than the smooth vulva below. He pushed down his pants and slowly stroked his cock as he rimmed the blonde teen, Holly moaning into Marisa's pussy as the bald woman began to orgasm in her mouth.

Gene rose and pushed his cock into Holly's tight, pink vagina. The blonde moaned louder, still lapping the hairy vagina between Marisa's legs. Gene could smell rich scents of wet pussy and arousal, and his cock throbbed as he started to fuck the nineteen-year old. He grunted with each stroke, enjoying the way Marisa watched him with Holly between her legs.

He was nearing orgasm much too quickly and pulled out, again kneeling to lick Holly's vagina and butthole. She was becoming sticky, and when his tongue found her clit and his nose pressed against her anus, she climaxed, liquid squirting out to splash into his mouth. The thin fluid shot out in three quick jets, and Gene swallowed all he could, returning again to push her juices into her butt.

Marisa slid out from under Holly and knelt down with Gene. She started at him a moment, then they shared a kiss, Holly's fluids soon mixing in their mouths. Marisa moaned and reached for Gene's cock, stroking him and causing him to swell and strain. Marisa pushed him aside and pushed Holly onto her back, then knelt down and licked the blonde's bare cunt. The mousy woman raised her ass and offered Gene open access to her willing holes.

Gene licked Marisa's pussy. It tasted different than Holly, spicer, perhaps, more pungent. Not quite as creamy and sweet, but more savory. Where Holly's labia were thin and pink, Marisa's were darker and open like a flower. Gene couldn't stop licking and enjoying her flavors. Marisa moaned into Holly's cunt as the blonde began to orgasm.

Gene stood and slid his dick along the hairy cunt in front of him. He pushed forward and sank quickly into Marisa's vagina. She cried out as his cock penetrated her, her hips flaring and pushing back to meet his thrust. She was tight. Not quite Holly-tight, but still very tight. Her labia were larger and wrapped around his shaft as he stroked in and out.

Holly slid off the bed and bent over next to Marisa. She smiled at Gene. “Two women, four holes, whatever is a man to do?”

Gene groaned and nearly ejaculated.

Holly giggled. “Go ahead Gene, cum in her. She loves it. But you're still fucking our asses.”

Gene lost control. His penis swelled inside Marisa's vagina, burning and tensing. He held the woman's waist and pumped his load into her, crying out as each spurt rushed out and splashed deep in her hairy hole. Marisa moaned with each squirt, the warm fluid filling her and squishing out as Gene began to slow his fucking. Semen drooled down and over his balls and he withdrew slowly.

Holly all but forced him out of the way as she moved quickly to lap up his ejaculate. She mewled as she sucked the sperm from Marisa's pussy, smacking her lips dramatically. Holly grinned at Gene, said, “don't go getting soft on me. Here, hurry, put it in my ass.”

She bent over the bed again, and Gene wasn't sure he was up for penetration so quickly. His cock had shrunk to half-hardness, but Holly was insistent. She wet her fingers and slipped one into her own asshole, probing her bowels and getting her tight opening ready for his dick.

Gene pushed the tip of his semi-soft penis against her anus. Holly was incredibly tight there, and for a moment, Gene couldn't push his half-erection inside. Then her hole opened just enough and the head slipped in. Gene felt blood rushing immediately to fill his length.

Holly held still as Gene began to move. The smell of anal sex became thick before he'd taken more than a few strokes. Gene inhaled, loved that odor, would have known it was Holly's ass he smelled blindfolded. His cock throbbed and was hard again quickly, and the nineteen-year old blonde's grunts voiced her mix of discomfort and pleasure.

Marisa watched, still bent over, then slid a hand between Holly's legs. The blonde stiffened when Marisa found her clit, and as Gene plowed her tightest hole, churning her bowels, Holly came hard, not caring that her cries were loud and bouncing off the walls.

As she began to come down, she panted, “now her, Gene... fuck her ass... fuck her ass...”

Marisa smiled and moved back to her bent over position. Like Holly, she wet her fingers and slipped one inside her anus, opening her hole a bit and getting it wet and ready. Gene pulled his cock out of Holly's messy asshole, streaks of brown not stopping him from moving behind Marisa and pressing the tip against her dark anus.

Marisa gasped and struggled a bit as Gene began to sodomize her. Again, she wasn't quite as tight as Holly, but it didn't matter. Her asshole was clenching and barely yielded to his penetration, her rectum velvety and very hot. It took a few in and out movements to sink completely into her body.

Holly giggled and kissed Marisa's lips, then slid under and sucked on her breasts. Gene fucked Marisa's butt slowly at first, but as the woman began to grow more comfortable with the sodomy, he moved faster, mixing juices from Holly's ass with hers.

His earlier cum gave him more resistance to the intense sensations he felt. He pulled Holly back to her bent-over position and withdrew from Marisa's butt, plunging his soiled cock back into the blonde's tight pink asshole. She cried out as he pushed through her ring, and then humped back at him as hard as he drove into her.

He moved back to Marisa, his dick becoming more dirty with each exchange. The smell in the room was of dirty asses and intense arousal. Marisa came again as he fucked her tight hole.

Back to Holly, the blonde now slipping two fingers into her pussy while Gene plowed her ass. She cried out and came again, then again moments later, her body quivering and becoming weak.

Gene knew he was getting close, and Holly sensed it too. “Your choice, Gene. Mine or hers... mine or hers... I'll eat it if you cum in hers...”

That did it for Gene. He slipped quickly out of Holly's messy butt and thrust back into Marisa's hairy backdoor. He plunged in, burning inside her rectum. Marisa was panting heavily, clearly becoming uncomfortable again. Gene was close, Holly's wicked smile signaling what she wanted.

In and out, in and out, ripe smells of ass heavy in his nose, Marisa's rough and slick anus loosing and milking him at once, her body quivering and shuddering as Holly's fingers managed to bring her to one more orgasm.

Gene bellowed and held tightly against Marisa's ass. His cock burned and jumped, jerking twice before spewing a thick load of milky cum into Marisa's bowels. He shuddered and spurted again, semen boiling out and filling the woman's rectum. His seed bubbled as his cock spasmed. Gene could barely breath, Marisa's messy anus clenching and squeezing every drop out of his body.

Gene fell back, his penis withdrawing with a loud slurping sound. He was heavily soiled, and he could see that both women's assholes were dirty, raw, and red, angry and likely sore.

Holly moved quickly behind Marisa. She laughed. “Look at the mess you made, Gene!” Cum was drooling out of the woman's butt, brown and white mixing and dripping towards her vagina. Holly dove in and cleaned up the mess, purring to herself as she swallowed what came out, Marisa moaning softly as Holly's tongue lapped against her battered anus.

Gene fell onto the bed and collapsed. He was utterly spent. Holly continued to lick up the mess in Marisa's ass. The mousy women eyed his soiled cock a moment, then moved over him and took it into her mouth, quickly cleaning the mess from his softening penis, mewling and moaning softly as she tasted her ass and Holly's mixed with Gene's cum on his flesh.

Sometime later, Gene noticed that both women had crawled onto the bed with him, Holly's hand was holding his flaccid penis while Marisa nuzzled his neck. Holly watched Gene's face a while, smiling, “told you she liked it in her ass.”

- - -

“Mom and Logan?!” Hannah's surprise was clear in both her voice and her expression.

Lauren said nothing a moment, worried that this might not be the best way for the twins to have found out. Finch was staring at Georges as well, his mouth slightly open.

Georges nodded as the four huddled downstairs. Panthea had only come back to tell them that she and Erns had made contact but needed to do something that might take most of the day. She'd left quickly when Georges had told her that his mom was napping.

“I... well... what do I say to that?” Hannah looked at Lauren a moment as if she would have any answers.

“I guess... uh... you say that... well... you know Logan. And... jeez, Hannah. You're mom's, uh... pretty and whatever... uh...” Lauren knew just how pretty she was all over. “She has... uh... urges... and... you know... Logan probably responded to that... jeez, not like she was fucking Georges... uh... I mean...”

His eyes shot to her and she immediately regretted her words. She could tell in his face that it was something he'd thought about, and she knew from conversations with Juliana that his mother had, as well. “Well,” he started, “uh... yeah... not... not me... you know... cause... uh... she... didn't...”

Hannah stared at him a moment, then tilted her head. “You would fuck Mom, wouldn't you? Don't try to hide it. I see you've thought about it.”

He tried to protest but his words stopped short of coming out.

“Well, Jesus. Am I the only one here who hasn't thought about fucking my mother?”

Her eyes looked from Finch to Lauren. No one said a word.

“I guess I am.” She seemed to turn complicated thoughts over in her mind. Hannah let out a sigh. “What did I expect, I guess... I mean... she watched us in the bunker... so... maybe it kinda got to her... why Logan, though?”

Georges shrugged, “dunno. Pretty sure he came in her... I could see it when she tried to cover her... you know...”

“Wow... just... wow.” Hannah shook her head as if trying to comprehend what it all meant. Her eyes shot to Finch. “You too?”

“Uh... huh?” Finch stuttered.

“Have you fucked my mom too?”

“Uh... N-no... no, just thought about it... uh, I mean... no, never. Swear!”

Lauren stayed very still, uncertain if she wanted to reveal her experiences with Juliana.

Hannah missed her a moment, seemed to ignore that her mom might have had sex with the girl. “So just Logan, then...” She took deep breaths and seemed to relax. “Fuck it. Whatever. I shouldn't be mad or whatever... just... shocked. I can't believe she let Logan fuck her...”

“Have you?” Georges asked.

“Fucked Mom? No!”

“No, I mean... fucked Logan...”

“No,” Hannah replied, “not... yet... just... you know, fooled around other ways... Lauren was his first. Wait... did she know? That you fucked him already, Lauren?”

Lauren nodded.

“So you talked about this stuff with her before?”

Lauren felt her ability to stay silent becoming weak. “Y-yes...”

“And she told you about... wanting Logan?”

“Y-yes...”

“God... what else did she tell you?”

“I... Hannah... we... it was in private, ok? I dunno if I should...”

“Please... Lauren, I gotta know. There's more, isn't there... tell us...”

Lauren glanced at Georges and then back at Hannah. “She... please, don't tell her I said anything, ok? Promise?” The twins both nodded quickly. “Fine... she... she's thought about... about both of you... that way... Georges at first, then... you too.”

Both mouths opened wider.

“She never said or did anything... never thought she might until... you know, she caught us that night... and then... Logan was looking up her skirt and watching her pee and... I guess he watched her doing herself... I guess it got her going and she... she sucked him and fooled around in the barn with him a few days ago.”

Lauren ran out of steam.

Hannah tried to form words, finally managed, “both of us? Like... Ok, I get Georges, he's gorgeous and all... but... Mom likes girls?”

Lauren blushed, “a lot.”

Hannah's eyes went wide. “Wait, how do you know so much? Did you... you fucked her too?!”

Lauren managed a weak smile and a guilty shrug. “A couple of times...”

Silence felt thick in Lauren's ears for several moments.

Georges was ready to speak first. “Was it... you know... good?”

Lauren laughed uncomfortably. “Uh... yeah... real good...”

“Damn... like... she wants to... fuck me, then... like... you're not just making shit up?”

“Seriously. But please... please don't tell her I told you... she's really conflicted...”

“I won't say anything...”

Hannah's eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed. She reached under the table and said, “you're hard as a rock, brother. You really want to fuck Mom, don't you?”

Georges' smile and shrug matched Lauren's. “Do you blame me?”

“I... You...” There was a long pause before Hannah said, “no. I guess not. She... is hot... I mean... we did watch that video of her and Dad... I guess I can admit I thought it would be fun to... you know... with her...”

Finch had been very quiet, and Lauren cast him a questioning glance. He shrugged and remained quiet.

“Well shit,” Hannah said, eyeing Finch. “Guess we're more of a fucked up family than we knew...”

“I don't think so,” Finch offered. “I mean... I think it's hot. I'd like to fuck my Mom.”

It was Lauren's turn to be surprised, “really?”

Finch nodded. “Wouldn't you?”

“I...” Lauren knew she would. “Yes.”

“See, we're just as fucked up as you are. Guess it's a good thing we found each other, that way--”

Footsteps on the stairs stopped the conversation cold. Juliana slunk down, eyes guilty and full of shame. She didn't meet Lauren's eyes, or anyone else's. They all watched her enter the room and sit quietly in a chair. Lauren wondered where Logan was.

No one spoke for long moments before Juliana finally said, “so...”

Hannah's voice was softer than Lauren anticipating. “We know, Mom. We know... and... it's ok. Really. Like... you were ok with Georges and I... and Finch and Lauren... why not you having some fun, too?”

Juliana had tears in her eyes. “Oh, Hannah. Georges... I'm sorry. I'm being a terrible mother, a terrible person...”

Georges rose and sat on the arm of the chair, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “we don't see it that way. We think it's pretty cool that you and Logan shared something special. I know I can't imagine life without Hannah and I doing that. It's ok, really, right you all?”

“Yes. Mom, we love you. We just... were surprised, that's all. Now that we know... we're ok. Really. In fact, I hear that Logan isn't the only one who wanted to do that with you...”

Hannah's eyes settled on Finch and the fourteen-year old blushed, stuttering, “uh... what? I... uh...” He caught himself. “Ok. It's true. I... thought about it...”

Juliana stared at him a moment, then back at Hannah. “Look... I'm really confused right now and I think it best that we just... don't mention this... for a time... until I deal with it, ok.” She looked at each of them directly for the first time. “Thank you. All of you. I feared that you'd hate me.”

“Jeez, Mom,” replied Hannah, “we thought the same thing after you saw us in the bunker... we thought you'd be furious and hate us too. I'm so glad you were ok with it...”

Juliana nodded. “I suppose that makes sense...” She let out a long breath. “We're going through some crazy things right now... sometimes we all need... comfort... that isn't always what other people think is normal... I know you all understand my situation... Please... Please don't tell your father. I will tell him, I promise, but not yet. Not yet. He doesn't need my infidelity... my attraction to,” she didn't complete the thought, “I don't want to do anything to make his life harder, ok? I'll talk to him... when things settle down. Until then... Promise me this is our secret.”

Heads nodded and Logan appeared at the foot of the steps, a small smile on his face. Juliana managed a small smile in return. “I promise, too.” The boy said.

He headed straight for Juliana. She was hesitant at first as he pressed against her and put his arms around her. But then she gave in, tried not to cry, and hugged him, kissing his forehead.

Lauren's heart melted just a bit to see that, and she hoped that Juliana could find peace with what she'd done. She kept quiet about her own desires to be with Juliana again, and even more, to see the woman with Georges and Hannah.

- - -

“What do you mean I'm being transferred?” Tamara tried not to sound as frustrated as she felt.

“Just what I said, Mrs. Polanski,” Major Danielson said flatly. “Your destination no longer matches where the rest of these soldiers are going. We leave in ten minutes.”

“Just me? What about Erol?”

The woman was silent a moment. “He can go with you unless he wishes to train and join M1.”

“Good...” Tamara's thoughts were racing. “Where am I going?”

“You'll find out once you are underway.”

“You can't even tell me where I'm going?”

“Protocol, Mrs. Polanski. Protocol.”

Tamara let out a frustrated grunt as Danielson walked off. She searched the stopped vehicles for Erol, found him a few moments later near the rear. “Erol, come on.”

“What's going on?” the teen asked, sounding less and less confident by the hour.

“Not sure. They're taking us out of this crowd, don't know where we're going yet. Supposed to leave in a couple of minutes.”

He looked very homesick. “Is there nothing we can do about any of this? Nothing?”

Tamara tried to be kind. “Not much, Erol. They did say you had the option to join M1 if you wished.”

He surprised her when he responded, “yes. Yes, I want that very much.”

“What?”

“Tamara... I want to do things. Good things. I want to be involved. I want to... I don't know... fight with the good guys. Aren't these the good guys?”

She shrugged, “I've lost track of who the good guys are, Erol.” She put her hand on his shoulder, suddenly sad that he might actually choose to enlist. “Are you sure? I... I could use some help... wherever I'm being taken...”

He looked very conflicted. “I...”

“Be honest, Erol.”

“Tamara... I very much want to stay with you... You've been... so good to me... in so many ways... but... but this is a chance I'd hoped for since I was a boy. I thought I'd join the Turkish forces, but I hadn't gotten to eighteen yet. If M1 would take me and train me... I can start early. Please understand... Please...”

Tamara managed to stop from crying. Another person she cared about was about to be lost from her life. She pulled him close and hugged him tight. “Ok, Erol. Ok. I understand. You're a good man. Don't let them change that... always remember what you fight for, ok? I don't trust many people right now, but you're one of them. Don't let them make you something I can't trust, ok?”

“Promise, Tamara. And... I really hope you find your family soon. If I find out anything, anything at all, I'll do all I can to help. I promise.”

“Take care, Erol. Take care...”

Major Danielson barked down the row of vehicles and Tamara shuffled back to where the woman was climbing into an unmarked black SUV. Tamara leaned towards the window.

“Where's the boy?” Danielson said from the front passenger seat.

“He wants to join M1.”

“Fantastic. Fresh meat.” The Major slid dark shades onto her nose. “Get in.”

“You're taking me?”

“Colonel Wimarre joined us in the night, he is the ranking officer. I've been reassigned.”

Fucking hell. Tamara let out a long, frustrated breath, looked back down the convoy and imagined she saw Erol blowing her a goodbye kiss. She climbed into the back next to a thin, dark-skinned woman holding an automatic tight to her chest. The young male driver fired up the vehicle and turned it around, heading back down the narrow road. She looked for Erol, didn't see him, and tried her best to stop feeling sorry for herself.