Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Day Of No Triffids Part: Chapter 2 Summary: In a world gone blind a few remaining sighted must try to preserve what they can but how will just 6 men manage to keep 400 women happy? Keywords: mf, first, oral, inc (cousins), rom Language: English Copyright: 2003 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* *** August 28, 6:00 pm - Len Sixty of the women gathered in the first round up elected to stay and a further 12 joined them after having their special circumstances considered, regardless of whether they were accepted or not. 5 refused immediately and these were joined by another 7 whose circumstances were rejected. The second round up went much better since it involved the women and girls on the six "specials" lists. There were a few they couldn't find and a couple that wouldn't leave loved ones behind but the rest, 73 including a few sisters, friends and neighbours, knew what they were signing up for when they got onto the buses. Seth brought back another 28 after dropping off most of the former occupants of the school they were using as a base. ----- Deborah finally got a break and joined Nancy when Len drove the coach back to the hospital. The women who refused to join them were almost all red-eyed although the weeping over their fates had dried up some hours earlier. Now it was time for them to return to their workplace and they felt like condemned prisoners on Death Row. One collapsed at the steps of the bus and had to be carried inside. Another stopped Len and got him to take her to one side. He recognised her from the earlier question time. "What can I do for you Debra?" "I want to ask a favour of you and if you have any humanity in you I know you will say 'Yes'." "What is it?" "These people are going to die a lingering death and you are going to leave them to it, aren't you?" "I wish I could do otherwise. I would save more if possible, and not just women, but there are only the 8 of us and we may end up losing some people we have now." "I'm not talking about those you can save. I realise your limitations and, believe it or not I appreciate your efforts and motives and I hope you succeed. I'm talking about the ones you have to leave behind. They deserve better than to wallow in their own filth until they die of starvation. I know they won't live but they can die peacefully." "Oh" Len looked at the woman. "What do you want me to do?" "There are a number of drugs that can be used in combination or by injection. In some cases simply injecting air into a blood vessel would work. I want you to get supplies for me and I will do my last rounds of the wards." Len couldn't help admiring the young doctor. The horror of the situation she was proposing was nowhere near the imagined horrors he had experienced as he had passed through the wards earlier that day. He was just glad he didn't have to do it. "Come on then." "Deb", he called to his sister. Can you see if there are another 15 or 20 who want to come with us. I've just got to go with this doctor and then we'll see about your lists." "Okay Len." Holding Debra's arm he retraced his footsteps to the abandoned dispensary. "What do you want?" Debra thought and began to list the drugs she wanted. In small doses many were necessary medicines that were used to save lives and alleviate pain or disease. In larger doses, or when combined with other drugs that enhanced their effect, they could produce actual death or a coma state that would allow the person to pass away without experiencing the long catabolic process as their body consumed itself in lieu of food until life was no more. Len got Debra to explain their use and wrote down the details, putting samples aside while he collected them for her. Bundling them separately into pillow cases he retrieved from an abandoned dirty laundry trolley Len scratched initials into plastic tags which he fastened to the makeshift bags. Debra ran her fingers over them. Yes, she could tell one from the other; it would suffice. Len emptied out the trolley and put the sacks into it. Debra began pushing it down the corridor, occasionally banging into the wall as she followed the map of the hospital her memory painted on the back of unseen eyelids. She got Len to add bottles of spring water from the cafeteria and gift shop and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Goodbye and good luck." "Do you want me to come back tomorrow to get you?" "Do you think I could live with myself after tonight?" She turned and pushed the trolley down to the first ward, feeling along the doorway. Len heard her greet the patients, "Hello. I'm Dr Rosen and I've got some medication here that will soon have you fixed up." He had tears in his own eyes as he turned back to the bus. He hoped he didn't have to return here. *** August 28, 11:55 pm - Michael When his father had made his comment about his blind cousins and his sister having to be divvied up between the four sighted boys, Michael had taken it to heart. His sister Ellen was too close to risk a deformed baby and there was NO WAY he was getting stuck with Stella especially as, at 16, she would probably be allocated to him if they were matched by age. He didn't mind Karen, who at 20 had the curves and sophistication of an older woman, but preferred her sister Rachel even though she was still 15 and didn't have much of a figure. They got on well when the families got together and had quite a few interests in common though he didn't think movies would be quite as popular in future. Still he figured he might be better off presenting a fait accompli and get paired off with her before anyone else was aware of it. Michael found her in a group with all the blinded members of their families. She was sitting quietly to one side while the adults were talking, a little bored since she couldn't read or look around and was feeling rather lonely and frightened. Michael sat down next to her. "It's Michael. How are you going?" "Not very far I think. What's it like out there?" Michael thought before answering. "It's like driving around on a Sunday morning before anyone else is up. We hear people calling out but I can't always see them and there's dogs barking but no sound of other traffic when we turn off the motor." "It sounds spooky." "It is when you hear people crying or shouting at each other. I wish there was some way to help them." "Well you're helping some." "I know but some we talk too won't leave their parents or husbands and we can't take them; it gets really sad at times." "Do you have to go out again tomorrow?" "Yes. We think we have only a couple more days before they start getting sick. I also have to help get some more food and water. I have to help here for a while too. We are probably going to get a bit stinky for a couple of days until we can organise proper washing facilities." "I could do with having my hair washed now. It feels terrible." "We might have to give everyone haircuts - how would you feel about looking like G I Jane?" "It would be better than scratching my head all the time." He whispered in her ear, "If you're quiet I might be able to organise some warm water. I want to talk to you alone anyway." Rachel nodded. Michael stood and took her hand to help her up. "Rachel's just going with me for a while. I'll see she's all right." With his hand on her elbow he led her away. In the room he had been allocated he sat his young cousin down on the bed while he went to check the situation in his bathroom. The water was still flowing while the reservoir gave sufficient pressure but even without people using it there would eventually be leaks that could see the flow cease. He would have to make a note to suggest they find an engineer with the water company who could suggest how to maintain it. Similarly gas was still flowing from the big storage tanks, the floating cylindrical roof gradually dropping as a myriad of pilot lights and abandoned stoves wasted the precious commodity. Perhaps they should look at cutting that off rather than wasting more? The school however had an oil fuelled boiler and the caretaker, once identified, had earned his keep by explaining its use. He pointed out its tank was almost full; while the water was flowing they could have hot water but logistics made it harder to give everyone access to it. Michael returned to his cousin and sat next to her. "Rachel I don't want to scare you and I definitely won't hurt you", he began. Rachel tensed up, that sounded like the start of a scary "but ...". "No. Relax. I'm serious. I will not do anything without your okay but I do have to talk seriously with you and you have to make a decision." "Okay, I think." Michael proceeded to explain about the pairing of the cousins in the "greater scheme of things". He concluded, "And so I just wanted you to know that I think you are the nicest of my cousins and I was hoping you would like to pair up with me. You don't have to make a decision now but if you decide you do like me best it might be easier to show the others we are already together." It was a big step for the young girl. Michael continued, "I know I'm putting you under some pressure since you might say you like one of my brothers and then find they prefer someone else. I won't hold it against you if you don't want to say yes now or even if you say no." "No, that's not a problem. I DO like you and I DON'T want David, though Peter is nice but he is more Karen's age. Of you three I would rather be with you but no-one has said anything about this to me." "People have been rather busy today. Your Mum did explain how we have to get as many people together all having babies so we have enough people to survive didn't she?" "Yes. It's just they didn't talk about US being some of the people. It's a bit of a shock though not as much as going blind." Michael was a bit nervous now she had expressed a preference for him. "So are you interested in getting together now or do you want to wait?" "Right now?" "Well I did promise to wash your hair. If you like we could start by sharing a shower and see how it goes." "I think I'd like that." Michael stood and took his cousin into his arms, unaware his brother had performed a similar action only a few doors away. He bent down and kissed her tenderly and a little cautiously; he didn't NEED to rape anyone and wouldn't like his family to think he had tried so. If Rachel was going to be scared he wanted to find out before he brewed up any trouble. He needn't have worried, she melted into his embrace quite wholeheartedly with no hint of the lack of experience he had expected. With his brother David, a couple of years ago he had joined in the "let's get some experience" sessions with Rachel and her older sister Nancy. This had involved only kisses and hadn't got to more than accidental tongue contact before he found less familial sources to practice with. Rachel in turn got pissed off with David's relative immaturity at the time and had let him know in no uncertain terms not to bother her again. Michael reached towards her front and started unbuttoning her blouse. He was working on the third when he felt her fingers slip inside his waistband while she fumbled with his belt. They worked together to gradually strip each other's garments off and stood together in just knickers and briefs with Michael staring at the pert young breasts with the nipples on their own distinct second mound. Rachel was at a disadvantage; unable to see the effect she was having on the young man who had asked her to become his lover. As he moved in to embrace her again though her hand brushed across the front of his loins and it immediately became obvious. "Come on", he said and led her into the bathroom where they each shucked off their remaining item of clothing and stepped into the shower stall and its warm spray. Rachel was a virgin but had lost her hymen ages ago. She had been interested in a boy or two but they had still been only interested in sports or games consoles and so had missed out on a much more interesting indoor sport. Her good friend Stacey was in a similar boat and they often got together to discuss the problem and what to do about it. Stacey didn't have any brothers or close cousins. When she complained to Rachel that she didn't even know how to kiss properly and how she would look like a dork when, or rather if, a boy ever got around to kissing her, what was Rachel to do but offer to show her. In the privacy of Stacey's bedroom they learned to match their mouths properly without clashing noses or scraping teeth. Eventually, with a bit of clandestine research, they discovered and thoroughly investigated French kissing and necking and eventually petting. They were DEFINITELY both interested in boys but, since the boys were taking their time in showing an interest in them, what was the harm while they were waiting? As she stepped into the shower with her older cousin, Rachel remembered the occasions when she had done the same with Stacey and started crying when she realised that she may never see her friend again. Michael was concerned he may have rushed things. "But she seemed so willing", he thought. "What's wrong? We can just wash your hair if you want." "No, it's not that. I just realised I miss my best friend and she could be dying now." Michael thought. His cousin didn't live far from the school and her friend probably didn't live much further away, in fact she could live back in this direction. "If you give me her address I could probably check and bring her back." "Oh would you. I really, really love you Michael. You are the best. And I've even got a secret about her." "What?" "She's seen you and she thinks you're cute." "Cute!" "Oh all right, 'Gorgeous'. Is that better?" "Probably." "When can you go? Do you have to wait for morning?" The girl was worked up now and spoke rapidly. "No. I can probably pop out for a little while." Rachel had felt his erection pressing against her leg and took hold of it with a giggle. "I think you're popping out already." "Well how about we get your hair washed and do something about it so I can drive and then we can see if we can find ..." "Stacey" "... Stacey before I fall asleep." Rachel obediently stood under the spray and wet her hair before letting Michael spread the shampoo through her tangled tresses. "It would be a shame to have to cut this off", he said. "You look so beautiful." He reached around and gently squeezed the immature mounds and Rachel pushed her soapy back into him, feeling the stiff cock rub across her back. She hurriedly rinsed her hair and felt around until he put the soap in her hands. It might be a while before she had this luxury again and she wanted to get as fresh as possible if it was to last for some days. She was horny for the young man next to her, excited over the possibility of her friend being restored to her and appreciative of Michael's willingness to seek her out. "It looks like I may have chosen the best one after all, at least he came looking for me over the others", she thought. Happy with her hygiene, Rachel moved out of the shower and Michael turned off the water. "Where's a towel. Get me dry and back to the bedroom. I want you now." Michael was happy to comply; his own eagerness caused him to fumble a bit and though he enjoyed the task of drying the nymphette's naked body, her back was still damp (as was his) when they dropped the towels and scampered back to the bed. It wasn't wide and Michael pulled back the covers and helped Rachel in before kneeling at the side. He wanted to show Rachel a good time, suspecting he was her first and not knowing whether it would be a problem. He, himself, had only a single experience with the local ladder (everyone's been up her) during a somewhat drunken encounter (her not him) at a party he had been sort of invited to. In retrospect it hadn't been as good as jerking off and he had regretted it had happened since she had been so much dead meat at the time, hadn't even recognised him when they passed two days later and it had given him an unwanted "rep" when the story inevitably got spread around. The only thing he WAS happy about was the fact that he had finally used the condom that had been creating an oval-shaped mark in his leather wallet for the previous six months; especially when shortly after a couple of her regular "beaus" were found to have STDs. He did know what to do though and at least the idea of licking Rachel's freshly cleaned pussy was attractive; he wouldn't have stuck his face anywhere near the other woman's cunt, her mouth was bad enough when she tried (fortunately unsuccessfully) to kiss him. Since she couldn't see what he intended Michael was forced to explain what he was doing and what he wanted her to do. It wasn't hard it was just unusual but neither of them really had anything to compare it with. He finally had his head leaning against her inner thigh as he gazed in wonder at the intricate folds of her vulva. There was a sprinkling of fine hairs over the wide outer lips and a denser thatch forming a neat triangle over her pubic mound. Between the wide lips was a convolution of thinner flesh and he could smell a delicious aroma when he bent to kiss her most private part. Rachel felt tingly when his lips gently pressed against hers. No-one had done THAT before! It got better. Michael brushed them across the surface of her pussy. He wasn't trying to lick her yet, just teasing a little while he drank in the sensations. It was wonderful. He poked his tongue out, just a little, and still concentrated on the outside of her vulva. He scraped his front teeth lightly over the skin and once again gave a firm kiss to his cousin's lips. Now his tongue parted them to give her an Australian kiss (just like a French kiss but down under) and was rewarded by a sweet emission that reminded him of biting down on a caramel filled chocolate. The juices coated his tongue and filled his mouth. He swallowed and returned for more. The sensations flooding Rachel as she flooded his mouth were like nothing she had felt before. When she had jilled herself she managed to get herself off quite easily but the feel of a finger on clit or in twat was totally different from the passage of a tongue that could be soft and caressing one moment and hard and penetrating the next. When Michael sucked her thinner inner lips into his mouth and gently tugged on them Rachel squirmed and threaded her fingers through his short black hair. She encouraged him with the pressure of her hand to move slightly forward and was rewarded when he swept his tongue over her clit. She felt so good she was amazed when she later learned it had been Michael's first experience at cunnilingus. He in turn was gratified that his readings of a somewhat dubious nature (certainly not something he had wanted his parents to catch him reading) had turned out to be actually useful. Rachel was humming now and wanted to feel the youth inside her. She held onto both sides of his head and kept pulling until his body covered hers. "Come on. Do IT. I want to feel you inside me." Michael was quite willing to obey. With a little awkwardness he managed to position himself correctly and pushed firmly to get through her hymen in one quick motion, a consideration that proved unnecessary. Expecting to hear a gasp or whimper of pain, Michael slid smoothly into the wet vagina and instead found his partner cooing with delight as her body received his hard organ. "Oh that's lovely", she added and he began to move back and forth, delighting in the silky smooth sensations, so different from his own hand. The pace built up and he was further delighted when Rachel seized him, spasms wracking both their bodies with an incredible pleasure neither had experienced before. With the utmost sincerity, and to his own surprise at the realisation, Michael told the girl beneath him, "I love you Rachel." ----- Michael gave her some privacy in the bathroom then helped her dress (sans bra, her breasts were perky enough not to need it anyway) and they snuck back down to the entrance of the gym. Michael waved to his elder brother and picked up the car keys. "I'm just going to see if I can find someone for Rachel. Do you want me to pick up anything for you?" Peter smiled. "A blonde or a red head maybe? I could kill a pizza but I don't think that's going to happen. If you can find some snacks or some cold sodas; anything really. Fill up the boot. You should probably take someone with you in case of trouble, and I don't mean Rachel, but everyone's likely to be sleeping. Write down the address and go straight there and back. If her friend's not there you'll have to try in the morning. How long do you expect to be so I can call out the cavalry if you aren't back?" Michael considered. Popping out for a short drive in the evening had never been a problem. Now there were unknown dangers lurking in every shadow. At least there was a hand gun in the glove box. "15 minutes there, another 15 back, anywhere from 10 minutes if she jumps straight in the car to an hour if she need to be convinced. If it's any longer I will see her again in the morning instead. Add another 15, say 20 minutes to load the car. What's that?" He did the sums over again in his head. "60 to 90 minutes probably. If I'm delayed I'll leave the snacks until later so I'll guarantee to be back in an hour and a half if nothing goes wrong." "Check there's enough in the tank - no chance to fill up if you run out." "Okay. See you." Barry looked at Peter. "Maybe one of us should have gone with him." Peter nodded. That might have been best.