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I ran my tongue between the lips of her sex, its roughness grating along her valley floor, hot and wanting. I heard her gasp as her clitoris felt my tongue and then again as my fingers pushed inside her, pressing as deep as they could, spare fingers laying across her perineum, pressing at her sphincter, pushing, entering.
“Yes dad, yes,” she gasped as I rocked my fingers in and out of her fanny and her arse, feeling the bumps and ridges inside her, a nail scratching at her G spot, her hips lifting, her fanny and her sphincter tightening.
I let my fingers slide out of her and I stood up, my baby girl laying beneath me, her breasts mesmerising, her fanny lips apart, open, wanting. I threw my discarded polo shirt over my shoulders into the floor, it was just a distraction. I pushed my underwear down, my dick hard and jutting, wanting, needing to bury itself in her hot flesh.
She looked up at me, eyes wide, mouth open, lips pursed, her breath panting in anticipation. I dropped quickly above her, breaking my fall with my hands, my dick crashing against her stomach before I steadied myself. I reached down and guided my dick to her hot hole and pressed in, quickly, this was lust more than love, and my foreskin rolled back as my dick penetrated her to my balls.
“Oh fuck dad, shit,” she gasped as I filled her, her lust equal to mine, her hands gripping my shoulders, “oh fuck my cunt now,” she gasped, such language unheard of from Meg before.
I settled, lowering myself, my arms crooked at the elbows I was just above her, my eyes bored into hers and I flexed my hips, my dick pistoning in and out of her, her face convulsing as I moved inside her. I went fast, pressing deep, moving my hips back and forth, stretching her opening as much as I stretched her fanny. She was gulping in air as she held onto me.
“Fuck yes, dad, fuck me, yes.”
In the other chamber I could still hear the sounds of her brother and my wife, their mother, shagging. The slap of skins colliding, the gasps as a dick pressed in hard, the grunts of exertion. I guessed we had sounded the same Meg and I.
As I lay on my back, the exertions of a few minutes ago having taken the toll briefly my mind went back to a few days ago and a family afternoon meal ruined when all our mobile phones went off on the emergency alert. “Attack Imminent Take Shelter.”
We grabbed our phones and rushed to the study and pushed aside the hinged bookshelf and made our way down to the shelter. An Atlas double chambered shelter that I had installed a few years ago, just in case, but somewhere to store my wine I had joked.
I pulled the bookcase to behind us and then closed the blast door, spinning the handle and locking it down. No one could get in. I followed the others down, shutting and locking the mud room door behind us and then into the main chamber, again shutting the door behind us. We were sealed in, sixty feet below ground in our own double 80×40 shelter. Whatever happened out there wouldn’t affect us in here.
I turned on the scanner and it locked on to the Emergency Broadcast Service, run by the BBC but not under their name. Things had escalated over the past twenty four hours. Not content with trying to erase Hamas in Palestine, Israel had attacked Hezbollah in the Lebanon, this had prompted every Arab nation to fire their weapons at Jerusalem, Israel had responded by nuking Tehran and then all hell broke loose, Russia and China posturing against the west, India threatening Pakistan with retaliation, retaliation for what no one really knew, America saying don’t you dare, or we will, and then suddenly the UK was the target for having created Israel in the first place.
Asians in the streets started rioting, attacking infrastructures, torching police, the army got involved and it was just a mess. It was only a matter of time. I thought that rather than take on America, Russia would launch against the UK, we were isolated, an island, no one would miss us, but attacking us would stop a NATO response as the next step would be the rest of Europe. We were indeed a target.
We took our watches off, placed them and our phones and ipads in an earthed metal box. Everything electrical was grounded and turned off. We sat with just battery powered lights, worrying what would happen.
There was a sort of thump, a percussion perhaps, no sound just the feeling.
“What was that,” Miles, my son, asked, “a nuke?”
“Could be,” I answered, “I just hope not.”
“I’m scared” Meg said.
“We are safe here,” Mary said, trying to reassure the twins.
“But my friends are not mum, they don’t have a bomb shelter to hide in.”
“No baby, some of them don’t, and there is nothing we can do for them, is there Mike,” she said addressing me.
“No. I never expected us to need this, but we have it, and we are safe. Nothing we can do, everyone, lets just lay on our beds and give it a while and then we will see if there is any news.”
Meg antalya travesti and Miles went into the other chamber, they each had a room there, and Mary and I went down to the end of this chamber to our bedroom. It was warm down here in the chamber, a steady twenty degrees. I stripped off my top and shorts and just lay on the bed in my boxers. Mary likewise stripped to her underwear and we lay together cuddling whilst who knew what happened sixty feet up in the outside world.
As always when I embrace Mary, my dick hardened and pressed into her.
“Mike, really?” She said.
“I can’t help it baby.” I answered, truly I couldn’t, she had always had this effect on me. Whenever we cuddle, I go hard. She rolled me onto my back and lay above me, she fisted my dick through the hole in my boxers, eased her knickers to one side and mounted me.
Oh God that felt so good. Mary rocked back and forth, her fanny sliding along my dick, the elastic of her knickers cutting into my dick as she moved. I held her.
“I need to taste you,” I said.
“No, just this, the kids.”
“The kids are next door, they won’t hear anything, I need your taste.”
I pushed her back and then pulled her knickers off, of her fanny is a glorious sight. Shaved for many years, just a clean slate with a wonderful crease going down to between her legs. I dipped forward and my tongue slipped between her lips and was immediately embraced by her inner folds, oh the sensation was mind blowing. Mary opened her legs wider and her fanny unfurled the deep red of the valley lay before more surrounded by the grey folds of her lips. I ran my tongue up and down, dipping at her opening, dabbing at her clitoris.
“Oh shit Mike,” she gasped as my tongue waltzed along her valley and my fingers ran circles around her opening before pressing into the heat of her fanny.
“Oh Jesus,” she gasped as my fingers crooked and straightened inside her, “fuck me now, I need you back in me now.”
Never one to disappoint a lady, her taste on my tongue, I moved up, grabbing my dick and pushing it at her opening, penetrating again, deep inside my wife, her fanny clenching and gripping, almost sucking me in.
“Aahhh,” she sighed as I settled above her, my weight on my knees and elbows and I began to move. Not fast, and not slow, just a steady shag, pressing deeply in, almost exiting, the feeling on my dick was intense, the almost gossamer touch at her exit contrasting the hard grip from her fanny as I was fully in.
As I moved the sensations ran along my dick, my balls tightening and my buttocks clenching and a little crinkle feeling deep inside at my root, I was close.
“I am close baby,” I gasped and my speed increased, I couldn’t help it, and then I pushed in hard and my back curved back and I ejaculated, spurt after spurt inside my wife, my gasps loud as I came. Mary squeezed my back with her fingers and sighed as her orgasm rolled through her.
“Better?” She asked as her chest heaved.
“Mmm baby,” I answered, slipping out of her and rolling to the side.
Mary put her knickers back on and passed me my boxers which I pulled on. Decent once more we sat on the bed arm in arm, our backs resting on the headboard.
“What do you suppose is happening?” She asked.
“Baby I have as much idea as that can of water over there.”
We sat there for a while, no watches or anything so little idea of how long, it felt like it was probably an hour. We got up and still in our underwear we went into the main family room. Turned on the scanner, but still no stations operating that we could pick up.
I went to the emergency escape room and raised the periscope that I had installed. It only went a few inches above ground so as not to attract attention, but there was nothing to see. The sky was red, the house was standing and there was flickering, perhaps from fires to the East. I retracted it and went back.
The twins had joined us.
“Nothing. The house is okay as far as I can see, but nothing else, the sky is red, but that could be anything.
“Mum,” Meg said, “you’re leaking.”
Mary looked questioningly at Meg who pointed to her crotch.
“Oh,” she said and grabbed a tissue, folded it, and pushed it down inside her knickers.
“Mum, dad!” she exclaimed.
“Oh for goodness sake Meg.”
“Well really mum, it’s alright for you and dad, what about me?”
“Or me,” Miles added.
Mary looked at me and then said. “It seems to me the world has ended and all the old rules have gone. Do what you like.”
I was surprised at that, but then, sexual tension down here would be fatal.
Meg looked at Mary, then Miles and then focussed on my crotch. I looked at Mary and shrugged.
“Well,” Mary said, “we are stuck down here for the foreseeable, there are two males and two females, if we stick to the old rules someone will kill someone.”
“I don’t disagree,” I said.
“Dad,” Meg said.
“Yes sweetheart,” I answered.
“Come with me,” izmir travesti she said and headed to her room.
I looked at Mary who simply smiled. This was actually more difficult than you might think. Parent and child relationships have always been taboo. I was struggling a bit with what might happen next. I followed Meg through to her room and slid the sliding door across. All the doors down her once you were past the mud room were sliding, didn’t do much for audible privacy, but gave physical sight privacy.
Meg was sat on her bed.
“Talk to me dad, what is wrong, you didn’t seem overly pleased at what mum said.”
“Baby, I have spent all your life trying to protect you, believing that sex between father and daughter and brother and sister was wrong, I can’t just dismiss that.”
“Am I not attractive?” She asked as she pulled her polo shirt off, sitting next to me in just her soft unwired bra. Her breasts perky and not really in need of support.
“Yes of course you are,” and she was, my dick was already hardening.
“Show me, take your pants off.”
Oh. Well, I suppose there was no turning back now. I lifted my bum and shuffled my pants down, my dick hard and standing up.
Meg stood up, undid her skirt and pulled it and her knickers down, revealing her fanny to me for the first time. Meg was a Mary mini. She stood in front of me, her legs slightly apart, her smooth fanny at my face height as I sat on her bed. Her hands behind her back she undid and dropped her bra, her boobs hardly moved. Her nipples were slightly smaller than Mary’s, perhaps because she had yet to breast feed.
“Well?” she asked, “am I fuckable or not?”
“Hell Meg, of course you are.”
In the background I could hear the unmistakable sounds of shagging, Miles and Mary were obviously quickly into things, more quickly than I was. If this had been Mary I would have know exactly how to proceed, but it wasn’t, it was my daughter, and that had mental complications.
Meg knelt in front of me and took my dick in her mouth. Okay, wow, yes, okay, that worked, I just shut my eyes and then it didn’t matter who was sucking my dick. She pushed my foreskin back with her lips, held it with her hand, and then wrapped her mouth around my dick head, sucking and then licking, oh my that felt good. Her hand held my balls, gently squeezing them to the point of discomfort rather than pain, and then a finger slipped under me and pressed at my sphincter.
As she pressed, her finger pushed in a little, just a little and then my body gave way and her finger entered me in a rush, wiggled inside me and I felt things I had never felt before, “just wait dad,” she said, “Until Miles shags your arse.”
I had never had anything in my arse until Meg’s finger, I wasn’t sure how I would react to a dick. When her finger penetrated me I had thrust hard into Meg’s mouth and had partially gone down her throat, a very different filling as I squeezed past the hardness of her throat into her windpipe, she wiggled her finger and then started wanking my cock with her hand, pulling her mouth away, my breath almost stopped, just small gasps in. She pushed my foreskin hard down on my shaft and stopped, her finger pulled out of my arse, I was almost disappointed when the sensation stopped. She pulled back and then stood and stepped over me and lay on the bed.
“My turn now dad, make me cream.”
I shook my head to clear my mind and lay on the bed between her legs and using my fingers I eased her fanny lips apart revealing the folds of grey inner waiting for my ministrations. I leant down and ran my tongue from her fanny to her nubbin, dabbing her urethra on my way and then pressing at her clitoris, she gasped and held her breath, I dabbed more, then sucked her into my mouth, my tongue wiping across her clitoris as my fingers circled her entrance. She was panting as I moved my tongue, and then slowly I pushed two fingers into my girls fanny, no resistance, I resumed I was not her first.
As my fingers pressed in I pushed a third at her sphincter, unrelenting, penetrating her twice, I then started finger shagging her, sliding at the same time in and out of her fanny and her backside, she took a huge deep breath and held herself up of the bed, gasps and eeks coming from her mouth. I started stabbing at her clitoris with my tongue, in sequence with my fingers. She was moaning, gasping, grabbing breathes and staring down at me as I fingered and mouthed her.
“Jesus, dad, jesus,” she gasped, grunts and eeks and then she raised high in the air, her fanny spasmed as did her sphincter, she cried, she laughed and then she screamed before squirting and collapsing back on the mattress.
I exited her body and rolled down beside her as her chest heaved and she gulped in air. She rolled to look at me, “fucks sake dad, what the hell was that?”
“What do you mean?” I was worried, had I crossed a line?
“I have never cum like that, ever. What did you do?”
“Nothing I don’t do to your mother sweetheart,” ‘or every other woman I have been with,’ I thought but didn’t say.
“No wonder mum hasn’t left you, that was incredible.” Well thanks for the vote of confidence, I am sure there were other reasons, such as my money, the prenup, all things that help a woman stay loyal to her husband.
I went to cover her and penetrate her with my dick, but she stopped me.
“Dad, not for a few minutes, I need to recover.” I lay back my dick waggling in the air, hard and my balls still full. She had bought me close with her mouth but not quite to the happy ending I needed.
I leant over and kissed her, “It’s okay baby, I will just lay here and finish myself.”
I was no stranger to wanking in front of Mary, she was sometimes too exhausted after her orgasm and I would wank, sometimes over her breasts sometimes her fanny, she said she loved to watch.
I took my dick in my right hand, and looked at Meg’s face as I began to move. I like to grip my dick hear the top, and push my foreskin all the way down, revealing my dickhead, and then all way up, covering my dickhead with my foreskin, and going faster and harder, really straining the small tether that held my skin to my shaft. I moved fast, faster than Mary does it, harder, faster, I had no hangups, I moved fast and as hard as I could, my fist slapping hard against pubis, ‘eurgeh, eurgeh’ coming from my mouth, the taste of my daughter on my lips, the vision of her fanny in my minds eye, yet in my imagination I was shagging my wife.
I could feel the pinching deep inside, my balls felt swollen, my arse cheeks puckered tightly and my pressures built and burst. I let out a large scream as my balls erupted though my dick, my spunk shooting high in the air, my hand slowed and just pumped two, three fountains and then I slumped back, dribbles of semen now exiting my dick, I let go, my hand wet with my spunk, and I collapsed back int the bed.
“Holy shit dad,” Meg said, “I have never seen any man so ferocious with his wank, are you always like that?” Her fingers making patterns in the spunks that had landed on my stomach, and some on hers.
“Usually baby.”
“Bloody hell. I mean bloody fucking hell.”
I lay back and closed my eyes, it seems I could no longer hear shagging from next door, perhaps we had all finished. I heard Mary call that dinner would be soon. I pulled my underpants back on and walked slowly from Meg’s room back to the family room. Miles was sat at he table in his undershorts, Mary was fussing at the kitchen area, pants on, but no bra. Meg joined us, bra and pants, perhaps she didn’t want Miles to see her naked yet, although I suspected that they had been shagging for a while.
Beans and sausages. I guessed beans were going to be our new friends, we had hundreds of tins of them in our larder. I slept with Mary that night, we cuddled but did not make love, the ministrations of the day had perhaps been too much for our old bodies, but we did hear Miles and Meg having sex in the module next door. Their sounds of sex didn’t even arouse us.
In the morning I again scanned the airwaves and we finally got something. Manchester had been hit with a nuke, that was probably the thump we had heard. There was anarchy in the streets with Asians rioting, enraged at the behaviours of Israel, who badly damaged, still managed to hang on and defend herself. The army, much depleted after the defence cuts, had their work cut out trying to defend various strategic locations, This wasn’t going to end easily.
I used the periscope and determined that there was no one around. I unlocked the mud room and then went up to the strong door, unlocked and quietly opened it, listening for any hint that there might be someone the other side. From here I could pick up the signal of the house security cameras, something I couldn’t do in the bunker, and scanned the house. No on, and it looked as if no one had been there. I pushed the bookcase back, and Miles and I emptied the fridge and food cupboards in the main house, and took them into the bunker. We left the door unlocked, if it was locked ‘they’ would only smash it down and we left the dining room with our abandoned meal. It looked as if we had left in a hurry.
We pulled the bookcase too and then fixed it to the wall mounts, it couldn’t be opened from the outside, closed and locked the strong door and added the extra pins, nothing short of a direct hit by a nuke would move that, carried all the provisions down to the mud room, locked the mud room door behind us, pinned that door shut, plus the emergency air vents, we pinned those shut too.
We were sealed in, invisible to the outside. We stacked the extra food with the other provisions in the gun room, even though it was called a gun room, it only had bottles of wine and food in it. If it came to use needing weapons my view had been that we were fucked and we would just have to accept the end. I doubted I could fire weapons at anther human being.
That day none of us felt like sex, it wasn’t mentioned or even hinted at, we all went to bed in a sombre mood. Mary and I cuddling, but that was as much as. I resolved to not turn the radio on, it would have no good news for a long time, and what news it would have was depressing. We were now our entire world.