Gene Polanski, Male, 45

	- Business VP, husband of Tamara, father of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- tanned beige skin, 6'1, 210lbs, short peppered grey-black hair

Tamara Khouri-Polanski, Female, 43

	- Professor, wife of Gene, mother of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 150lbs, shoulder-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Lauren Khouri-Polanski, Female, 15

	- High school freshman, daughter of Gene and Tamara, sister of Finch and Logan

	- medium olive skin, 5'8, 150lbs, back-length curly black-brown hair, colored white-streaked highlights

Finch Khouri-Polanski, Male, 14

	- Eigth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 145lbs, ear-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Logan Khouri-Polanski, Male, 12

	- Sixth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Finch

	- medium olive skin, 5'1, 110lbs, ear-length straight black hair

Holly, Female, 19

	- Companion to and 'researcher' for the Harrelmans, agent of Marker 1

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

Harvey, Male, early-40s

	- Agent of Marker 1

	- Dark-brown skin, 5'2, 120lbs, dark brown / black hair pulled into neck-length cornrows

The refueling stop had gone off without incident, the seven passengers back in the air in just a few moments. The airstrip had been unattended, surrounded by heavy trees and a double line of fences. By all appearances, the small airport was abandoned, in disrepair.

Holly had stood guard, machine gun held tight in her grip, scanning all sides as the plane had taken on fuel. Once Harvey was satisfied, they closed up and got back in the air quickly.

Gene sat stewing in the back. He was mad at himself, mad that he had never told Tamara the truth. Angry that he had put their lives in jeopardy with his connection to Whitehead.

Lauren returned to pressing her face against the glass. Logan and Finch sat in the reverse seats, heads nodding as they drifted to sleep. Tamara sat quietly, sometimes eyeing him with questions spilling from her glances. She said little, and left him to ponder what to do.

- - -

Lauren's stomach hurt, her cramps making her tense and uncomfortable. The orgasm had helped for a while, relaxing her, pushing the cramping and nausea away. But it all came crashing back after the fuel stop. She'd only been on a plane twice before, and the sensation of taking off left her feeling off-balance and disoriented.

Her bladder sloshed as the plane rose and leveled off, another trip to the bathroom in order. She leaned into Tamara, whispered, “Mom... do you have any tampons?”

“No... oh, Sweetie, I'm sorry. Wad up a tissue until we get where we're going.”

“Do you know where we're going?”

“No...”

- - -

The boys sleeping and Lauren on her way to the lavatory, Tamara finally had the nerve to voice her questions. “Who's Mason Shay?”

Her husband shifted, clearly debating how to carefully phrase his response. “An identity I once claimed.”

“While you were with me?”

“Yes. Early.”

“Why?”

Gene exhaled, said weakly, “to protect myself. To protect you. What we were up to... was dangerous.”

“'We'?”

“Me and Utah and Poppy, a few others. When it started, it was just a thing, just a thing we did to see if it could be done. When we formed Whitehead, it was for the best of purposes, for curiosity. We never meant things to go as far as they did.”

“Tell me.”

Gene pursed his lips, thought back, replied, “we dabbled in some of the earliest tracking technologies. The birth of the Internet brought a lot of ways to collect information, to store it, to hide it. There were six of us, only Utah and I ever met in person. He was into some heavy shit, heavy, claimed to have all sorts of information about spooks and political murders, military coverups, that sort of thing. At first, I didn't believe him. But then he showed me.

“He brought in the others and the six of us formed Whitehead as a means of collecting and analyzing data that Utah had access to. Mostly passive stuff. Leaks, poorly secured networks, nothing terribly important. In those days, it wasn't too hard to get into the FBI or CIA nets, but when we found someone trying to snoop back on us, we tightened our asses. Locked up our identities so that they couldn't be traced back to us, left false trails all over the place.

“Utah insisted we find out everything we could about who was snooping us, about the same time we started to see some interesting things play out in the data we collected. Alliances with states that appeared to hate each other, the rising concern over state-less groups. It led us to become both paranoid and aggressive, and only Utah could have pulled off that combination.”

Gene sipped his coffee. “We started getting some contacts. Well, Utah brought them in, anyway. Semi-private, semi-legit organizations who wanted help dealing with their privacy issues. We got paid. Big time. That's... I didn't inherit all that money when Dad died, Tamara. It came from my work with Whitehead.”

Tamara struggled to keep up, so much unknown to her. How could this be? I've spent my last nineteen years with Gene... how did I not know?

“We started getting more interest in our skills, even had a DoD contact that used us to keep an eye on net traffic related to several rising terrorist groups. It got heavy fast. I started thinking about getting out, but Utah convinced me to stay. And I did, until... until... I don't remember, actually.” Gene's face showed his confusion as he became silent.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“No.”

“Why, Gene? Why keep this from me?”

“Because I knew it was dangerous, that if you knew, you'd doubt me, that you'd live in fear, that you'd... that you'd... I'm sorry, Tamara. I thought it was best... but... I should have told you everything. I... I just didn't want to lose you over it. I thought... I thought I could put it behind me and forget it all. I thought I had. Until...”

“Yeah. That kinda blew up in your face, huh?”

Gene's chuckle made Tamara relax a moment. She said, “who are these people? Holly. What are they doing with us?”

“They're saving our lives, it seems. They think I know something. Something that No Limits wants the world to forget. But she's wrong. If anyone found out about Whitehead, they already had access to most everything. And while it was all very closely-guarded... I can't imagine anything that we did that No Limits would want silenced so badly they'd kill us to ensure those ends. My days with Whitehead are long past. I can't think of anything that would matter now...

“I mean... there were lots of state secrets, organizational knowledge of shadowy groups. But that was fifteen-years ago, when I left. The world has changed so much, I can't think of anything that would draw them to me after all this time. I'm... I'm frightened, Tamara... I'm so sorry this involves you and the kids...”

“Ok. You're sorry. You're sorry. I... can't help feeling betrayed, Gene. I can't help that I feel like you've lied to me, put our family at risk. You should have told me. You should have given me the respect I deserve in this. We trusted each other, were so open about everything else. You should have trusted me and I feel betrayed.”

Gene's head sank, he said nothing.

- - -

Lauren listened as her parents talked. She couldn't believe what she heard, didn't know how to consume the information, how to rationalize it. It sounded like a bad action script, something watched late at night on a cheap cable movie channel.

The tissue in her vagina was uncomfortable, making her itch. She scratched absently, stared out the window, and tried her best to not feel utterly miserable and alone.

- - -

The curtains parted near the cockpit and Holly walked back slowly, sank down on her knees, put her hands on Gene's leg and Tamara's knee. Gene watched her a moment, his guilt and fears draining him of fight.

“Listen, Gene. Tamara. I'm sorry about this, I really am. I wish it wasn't this way, but there was no choice. You'd have both been dead by now, your kids, too, if we hadn't acted. I hope you understand how much we risked to get you, how much we still risk right now.”

Gene nodded, said weakly, sarcastically, “ Tamara, meet Holly. She's a badass, apparently.”

Tamara drew a tight smile, said, “so I see.” She stiffened. “Care to tell us where we're going?”

Holly replied, “Belgium. We have another stop in Iceland before we get there. We've got a safe house. Lay low for a while, see if we can keep you off the radar.”

“Lay low.”

“Off the radar.”

Tamara's voice was flat. “Fantastic.”

- - -

Finch had barely noticed Holly and Harvey. The terror and adrenaline sped him past those details. He awoke to see the blonde Holly squatting down, facing away from him, talking softly to his parents. The fourteen-year old's eyes were instantly drawn to the gentle curves of her ass. The blue jeans she wore were stretched, folded around her hips, drew tight in her crotch.

Finch glanced quickly at his brother, saw him sleeping. He turned back to Holly and looked closer at her ass. Finch threw a blanket over his lap, moved his knees up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis. He was already hard.

Holly rocked slowly from foot to foot in her crouch, looking at Finch's mom and dad equally. He stroked his cock, trying to keep his face straight, breathing in control. It was intense, masturbating with his entire family in the cabin. He knew his mom or dad might see him, but he covered as best he could. They seemed drawn into the conversation, so he slipped his fingers up and down his shaft and tried not to moan.

- - -

Tamara asked, “what about our lives? Is this forever?”

Holly shrugged, “can't say for sure. War is hell, Tamara. You never know what will happen. And this war... it's not like any war before. There won't be a million toy soldiers being consumed on the front lines, it will be poisoned water supplies, power outages, digital bank robberies, dead presidents, and not the kind on bills. Sure, there will be explosions and guns and generals sitting, moving lines on a map. But everything that matters, everything that will make the future... that's us.”

“Us?”

“Marker 1. You. A few of our most carefully-oriented allies. And it's not an 'us and them' situation, it's more like us and them and those guys and some other guys and the guys over there... you get the point. This war isn't yet Axis and Allies. We've got a flat playing field, the borders of nations and survival of cultures in the balance. Lot of interests, lot of people trying to 'win.'”

“'Win' meaning 'not dying?'

“Basically.”

“Lovely.”

Movement caught her eye. Finch twitched. She thought at first he was just getting comfortable, but the shifting was rhythmic. His eyes looked down toward the floor. He's looking at Holly's ass and playing with himself! What the... Tamara looked away, tried to form another question for Holly, but her eyes were immediately drawn back to her son, a look of soft focus on his face, his lips slightly parted, his gaze locked onto Holly's backside.

- - -

Finch stroked quickly, the beautiful blonde's firm butt so juicy and perfect a few feet away. He couldn't look elsewhere. He felt his balls drawing up as his fist moved freely. Pump, pump, pump, he imagined Holly removing her pants, wished he could see her wearing panties. Or nothing. His hips involuntarily rose, groan mostly stifled, and sperm gushed from his penis onto his stomach.

- - -

Holly answered Gene's question about some of his former Whitehead colleagues, but Tamara missed the response. Her eyes kept creeping toward her son, his masturbation becoming more intense. It was just small movements. The way the blanket tightened and slacked, how his shoulder jumped a few centimeters every few seconds. The slight tremor on his lip that disappeared quickly.

He rose up just a touch, his eyes staring at Holly's butt. Tamara gasped lightly, caught herself as she realized he was orgasming. Finch shuddered with each of what Tamara was sure were his spurts. His mouth parted slightly, then he flung himself to one side and was still.

- - -

Finch held his young penis as he slid over onto his side, afraid suddenly of being noticed. Cum was still leaking out of him, dripping onto the blanket. The sperm on his stomach slid off, leaving a thin, sticky trail behind. Finch gripped his cock as it began to soften, squeezing it lightly every so often, milking the pleasure out of such an amazing orgasm.

He buzzed with the knowledge that he'd just ejaculated with his mom and dad nearby. With Holly nearby. The mere thought of it threatened to return his cock to life. Finch tucked his penis back in his underwear and pants, then pulled his shirt back down. He exhaled, looked out the window, and began drifting off to sleep.

- - -

Tamara was wet. She knew it was her son that had turned her on. She hated herself for it. Of all fucking things right now... Incestuous thoughts, Tamara? Fuck! She shuddered and tried to rejoin the conversation.

Holly rose up, straightened her jeans, said, “I need to make a call. Strap in, we'll be in Iceland soon enough. Same rules as before.” She disappeared into the cockpit.

Tamara exhaled, tried to collect herself. Uncertainty, doubt, confusing feelings about Finch, about Gene, they added up to a clusterfuck of emotions within her. Sitting here with all this... my pussy dripping... All I want is to take Gene inside me... She grabbed Gene's hand, whispered, “join me in the back a moment?”

He nodded and led the way, stopping outside the stall door. “What's up, Hon?” He sounded tired, defeated.

Tamara cared but it didn't stop her. “I need you, Gene. Right now... Fuck me...”

“What? Now? Of all things, Tamara...”

“I know! I...” she lowered her voice again, “I just... need it... all this, Gene... all this... I'm overwhelmed. I need the release... please...”

She watched Gene eye the door to the lavatory, he said, “not enough room in there. There's nowhere...”

Tamara pulled him to her, pressed her lips to his, whispered, “I don't care. Right here. Fuck me right here. Hurry.”

She backed herself to the counter next to the sink, drew Gene along with her, unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out, stroking his flaccid cock quickly. “I'll keep watch... please... just fuck me.”

Tamara jumped and slid her ass onto the counter, leaned back, hiked up her dress.

- - -

The wet spot on Tamara's panties was immediately obvious to Gene. He wasn't terribly willing, even with her pulling her dress up. Their children were only feet away, at any time could turn and see them, or get up to use the bathroom. The thought of that kept him soft even as his wife stroked him. The sight of the wet spot changed his mood immediately. What has her so turned on? The fear? The nerves? Maybe she really does need to get fucked. This is frightening her, she needs that reassurance.

Gene pulled the panties down to Tamara's knees, then stretched her legs high in the air with his hands, knees folded back against her chest, her damp underwear near his nose. He inhaled as she stroked him to hardness, sniffed the fear and excitement and arousal in her odors. It made him throb.

The tip of his cock found her labia, and he pushed into her slick, wet opening.

- - -

“Ahhhh...” Tamara couldn't stop a soft sigh that escaped her lips as Gene sank into her. Her cunt opened, letting him easily into her hot, welcoming hole. He filled her, began to stroke in and out of her vagina, her wetness spreading over his shaft and frothing.

Tamara built quickly, quickly, her confusion over Finch driving her up, up, burning with pressure. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back, losing herself in the intensity, the raw fucking that was rocking her body.

Gene's body moved against her faster, harder, his own release seemed to be imminent. Tamara covered her mouth tight with one hand, stroked her clit with the other. Her body pounded as she was fucked, pulsed, fire burning so sweet and hot in her vagina, Gene's cock churning inside her. The image of Finch's orgasming form flooded her mind and her pussy flooded Gene's dick as she came hard.

- - -

Tamara's orgasm washed out of her and into Gene. His cock was swelling, opening her hole wider. Her wetness drooled down with each stroke, a white froth forming on his shaft and on her labia. Gene was overwhelmed, consumed, his wife's velvety channel hugging him, milking him, trying to make him climax.

Gene pumped Tamara's pussy full of cum, spurting hard, flowing, gushing, filling her with seed. He shuddered as he deposited his semen, the powerful ejaculation leaving him buzzing and weak.

- - -

Lauren couldn't believe what she'd seen. One more trip to the bathroom had been necessary, her tissue starting to bleed through and her bladder full again. She'd risen and froze, just her head poking over the seat. Oh, my God! Mom and Dad are... fucking... she's cumming! Cumming, and now he's cumming! Did I just see that? Dad cumming in Mom's pussy? Oh, my God!

She sat back down, shaking. Her brothers were still asleep, no one in the cockpit stirring. Her body felt numb. She couldn't process the images. The way her dad's ass had humped between her mom's legs, the way they'd both cum within seconds of each other. Too much!

Lance flashed into her mind, and she felt disgust for him. Despite how it had made her feel awkward and uncomfortable, she'd just seen her mom orgasm while fucking her dad, something Lauren hadn't experienced in weeks with Lance. The dull pounding Lance gave her lasted too long and had no respect for her pleasure. Dad, on the other hand, seemed to get off on Mom cumming... Lucky bitch. She didn't mean that, exactly, but the sense of it was accurate.

Lauren's parents took seats ahead of her, both looking a bit out of breath, her Mom smoothing her dress. Tamara flashed her a quick grin, blushing, and sat facing away in the row ahead. Lauren exhaled, shivered with mild disgust, and made her way to the bathroom.

- - -

The plane was in Iceland no more than twenty minutes. They refueled at a small airport with a long runway. Holly stood guard, and Harvey signaled when the tank was topped off. Someone ran out onto the ramp carrying a package. Holly met him, shook his hand, took the package, and returned to the plane.

Gene watched through the window, eyed the man walking quickly away into the woods. The man disappeared into the trees and didn't reappear. He asked about him when Holly reboarded. She replied, “messenger,” and left it at that.

The plane was in the air, climbing quickly when Holly came back to the cabin. Everyone was awake as she knelt down in front of Gene, handed him a small phone, one for Tamara as well. “I only have two right now. We'll get them for the children soon. They're secure. You can only connect to numbers we have whitelisted. Untraceable, we even own the satellites.”

“Nothing is untraceable...” Gene said tightly.

Holly drew a flat smile. “Eventually, yes. For now, they are as good as there is. Next week... who knows.” She dumped the remaining contents from the package, put her hand behind Gene's ear. “Hold still. It only hurts a little.

A sharp pressure slammed into Gene's earlobe, disappearing almost immediately. Holly said, “access. To the safe house and anywhere else you may go. Without that, you'll set off a dozen types of alarms. Marker 1 doesn't take risks with unauthorized people. We tend to shoot first...”

“Lovely.”

“You too, and your children. Let's get this done.” She pulled Tamara to her, discomfort on the woman's face a second as the tiny device was attached to the back of her ear.

- - -

“Would they really kill us, Dad?” Logan's voice was soft, thoughtful.

“Yes. I'm not going to lie to you, Logan. Yes, I think they would. But if not for them, we'd already be dead. So for now, we play by their rules, ok?”

Logan nodded, Finch spoke up, “where are we going? What do we do now?”

“Belgium, apparently. I promised you kids we'd take you to Europe, and here we are, our own personal jet.” Gene paused, answered the second question more seriously. “I don't know what we do, other than follow Holly's lead. We don't know everything. It sounds like the world... just got a lot more complicated. Everybody stick together, whatever we do. Don't wander off. Don't get separated. You mom and I will make sure everything is ok.”

Lauren said quietly, “never going home, are we...?”

Gene shrugged. “I dunno, Hon. I hope we can. Right now... It's not safe there.”

Tamara hugged her daughter. Gene saw the girl jump just a bit at the touch then settle in closer. He pulled his sons in, kissed their foreheads. “Look out for each other, you two. You're sister too. Whatever happens, we have each other, ok? Never forget that.”

The boys nodded their heads and snuggled into their father before sliding back to their seats.

- - -

“Landing ahead. Strap in. Rumor is the ground might be hot.”

The voice over the speaker was Harvey. Dry, to the point.

Lauren hugged her knees, felt sick, the plane's rapid descent turning over her stomach.

Minutes passed, the trees below coming closer, closer.

Holly yelled back, “Ground's hot! We gotta land and move. When I say run, you run! Grab your bags and be ready the minute we hit the pavement. Got it?”

Lauren's heart pounded, her blood boiling with fear. As the plane neared the runway, the edge just flying by under her view, Lauren sucked in her breath and fought desperately to will this all to have been a nightmare.