The Aftermath Ch. 02

"Figured you could drive the bus when we head out," replied Craig.

"Sure thing, I used to drive for the schools way back," agreed Tom.

"Great. Why don't we round everyone up and meet in the lobby. We can tell them the plan and introduce our new friends," said Eve, flashing a smile to David and Claire.

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The motel room had obviously been neglected even before the recent events. Cobwebs had formed in the corners, some stretching to the old dusty TV opposite the two twin beds. After the meeting, Sylvia showed Claire and David to their rooms. The pregnant woman, Kayla, brought along fresh sheets for them; much needed considering the previous ones were deeply stained.

David plopped down on the bed, thankful to at least have a room with intact walls and true privacy for the first time in nearly two months. Kicking off his shoes, he laid back against the pillow on the bed farthest from the door, recalling the conversation at the meeting.

Craig and Eve had shared the plan with the rest of the group. Most of the others were largely agreeable, excluding two of them. Carol, a woman in her mid forties suggested they should stay and build a community of survivors. Bobby, a scroungy white man also in his forties, ranted about the government being responsible for the attack and that they should hunker down and prepare to fight back. They quickly changed their minds after Craig informed them they'd be left behind.

David's thoughts drifted to Sylvia, still surprised. He assumed she hadn't survived, but there she was. Memories of Sylvia played in his mind. He recalled their plans that day. Shifting in the bed, David slid his hand down, grabbing himself through his pants. He closed his eyes, imagining Sylvia on her knees in front of him. Her soft lips wrapped around his cock, looking up at him.

A sudden knock at the door brought David back to the present. He quickly jerked his hand away, righting himself in the bed, wondering who it was.

"Its open," called David, sitting up in the bed.

The door opened up, Claire walking into the room.

"Miss me yet?" teased Claire, shutting the door behind herself. The short flared red skirt and tight buttoned white crop top she now wore immediately caught his attention. The belly button piercing dangled in the middle of her bare stomach. He recognized it as the type of revealing outfit Sylvia would usually wear.

"Couldn't even last an hour without me?" joked David.

"Maybe... it just felt weird, you know?" said Claire, slowly making her way closer to David, "It's been the two of us every day." Claire sat down at the foot of the bed and kicked off her shoes.

"Yeah... I missed you too." said David, smirking at his little sister. Claire smiled softly.

"Do you think it's a good idea?"

"What?"

"Tagging along with a bunch of strangers."

"They're headed to where mom and dad are."

"Were."

"What?"

"Where they were. We don't know where they are. What if they're not there anymore?"

"Claire..."

"What if they're back at the house looking for us? Or what if they were hit too? What if mom and dad are d--"

"Claire! Stop," insisted David, reaching out and grabbing her arm. Claire's eyes started welling up with tears.

"Come here," said David, gently pulling her towards him. Claire dove into his arms.

"They made it. I promise. They knew something about what was happening. They definitely made it. And we're going to find them," reassured David.

Claire didn't respond but squeezed tighter. David rubbed her back for a while, letting her hold onto him as long as she needed. He pressed his cheek against her soft blonde hair. The sweet scent of strawberries filled his nostrils as he breathed in.

"You smell like... strawberries?" stated David.

"Kayla gave me some spray when she showed me my room," said Claire, her head still on his shoulder, "do you like it?"

"It's... nice," declared David.

"It reminds me of when we used to pick strawberries at grandpa's," recalled Claire.

"You mean when I picked them while you ate all of them?" said David.

"I don't know what you're talking about," lied Claire, a smirk on her face.

"No? Maybe you remember me tickling you until you promised to stop eating mine," asked David, moving his hands to Claire's sides.

"Don't you dare!" jumped Claire, thrusting her arms down to her sides to shield herself.

"Or what?" barked David, thrusting his hands under her arms and beginning to tickle her.

"David, stop!" shrieked Claire, squirming on top of her brother as she burst out laughing.

"Not until you promise to cheer up!" shouted David, his hands rushing to the next vulnerable spot every time she jerked around.

"I promise! I promise!" screamed Claire desperately.

The moment he backed off from tickling, Claire grabbed his wrists and pushed into him. David fell backwards onto the bed, his sister on top pinning his hands down. He allowed her to hold him down but was laughing at her reactions. There was a reluctant smile on her face with a hint of frustration. His laughter slowed and he looked up at her smiling.

Claire leaned in and kissed her brother. Their lips locked as her long hair cascaded over him and the bed. He was surprised but didn't fight it, deeply kissing her back. When Claire finally pulled away, her facial expression became serious and intense.

"Claire--" started David.

"I've wanted to do that all day... since the library," interrupted Claire, staring passionately into his eyes.

"Claire... about the library... we shouldn't have let it go that far," said David, unsure if he even meant the words as his morals battled with his desires.

"You don't mean that," argued Claire, sitting back on his lap.

"We can't... it's not normal," continued David, wondering if that was even true. History would argue otherwise.

"Normal? Look around us. NOTHING is normal anymore! Everything is gone! Our home. Our family. Our friends. The only thing we have left is each other, and I love you. I don't care if it's normal or right or wrong! It's how I feel, and I know you do too!" exclaimed Claire.

"Claire...," started David, taken aback by his sister's speech.

"Am I wrong!? Do you not feel the same way?" pushed Claire.

"I do, but what if--" replied David but was interrupted as Claire leaned in again to kiss him.

Claire passionately kissed her brother once more. Butterflies filled her stomach and moved down between her legs. The desires that had bottled up inside of her burst forth. She couldn't hold it in any longer.

Their lips parted for a moment as Claire stared at her brother, lifted herself to hover over him and slid her hand down. Her brother's cock stirred through his pants beneath her touch. She squeezed her hand, grabbing his cock through the fabric.

Her fingers fumbled around for a moment before unzipping her brother's pants. Her hand slipped inside and then beneath his boxers. The touch of her bare hand against his cock sparked a fire in David. His cock twitched in her palm while she wrapped her fingers around him, pulling his cock free of the pants.

Claire slowly stroked her brother's cock while looking into his eyes. She felt him quickly growing, stretching her fingers further apart.

"Do you want me?" asked Claire while she continued sliding her hand up and down his cock..

"Yes...," groaned David, his cock approaching full size. He looked even larger in her small hand.

"Then show me," pleaded Claire, lifting herself a little higher over his lap and pulling her skirt up.

David reached down and gripped himself. His other hand delved between his sister's legs. With two fingers he pinched the edge of her white panties and pulled them aside. Claire's tight pussy peeked out from the gap in her thighs. Her lips glistened with anticipation.

Claire looked innocently at her brother, softly nodding. David took a deep breath and guided the head of his cock against the edge of her lips. The first touch sent a shock of pleasure through him, the head bulging and eager. Claire gently lowered herself down onto her brother. He watched as his cock parted his sister's lips, slowly disappearing into her tight pussy.

David's mind exploded, the sensation overwhelming him. A soft moan escaped from Claire, exciting him even more. Her wet lips pressed against the base of his cock. She leaned in, pulled his shirt up over his head, throwing it aside. She placed her hands on his chest to brace herself as she began slowly rocking her hips.

His hands moved to her hips, holding on to her bare sides beneath the crop top. The edge of her panties rubbed against his cock as she continued grinding. David groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes while focusing on the pleasure. The intensity overwhelmed him, his cock fully hard. He was already about to explode, wondering if it was the feeling of her or the fact that he was inside his own sister.

The cadence of her grinding increased, pressing harder against her brother and lifting herself slightly each time. She felt him growing inside of her, moaning louder as the muscles of her pussy squeezed tighter around him.

She leaned in again to kiss him, moaning into his mouth. David gently grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth. The old twin bed squeaked beneath them. Thankfully, the rooms adjacent to his were vacant.

Their lips parted as Claire sat back, her cheeks resting on her brother. She began unbuttoning her top, smiling down at David. It felt like Christmas for him, unwrapping that present he had been waiting for. She deliberately took her time, enjoying the eager expression on her brother's face.

The top dropped to the floor, only a white lace trimmed bra remaining. Reaching back she unclipped it, letting it slide down her arms to join the top on the floor. David gazed at his bare chested sister, enraptured by her perfect body. Smooth and fit. Perky nipples. Large breasts that held firm.

David reached his right hand out and cupped his sister's left breast. She watched as his fingers ran across her fair, delicate skin. His thumb flicked back and forth over her soft nipple, quickly rising at his touch. A slight pinch provoked a soft whimpering moan.

Pleased by his fascination with her body, Claire leaned in once again, this time dangling her breast over David's face. Warm lips wrapped around her nipple. A gentle pinch of his teeth as he gripped, followed by the flicking of his tongue back and forth over her perky nipple. Claire ran her hand through his hair, grabbing and pulling him closer to her.

"I want you... on top of me...," said Claire, breathing heavily.

David gripped his sister by her upper back and ass cheek, twisting around and swapping their positions. The bed shook as he dropped her down on her back, her head plopping onto the pillow. A hand slid up her skirt, snatching the fabric of her panties and pulling them down her thighs. After slipping over her feet, the white panties joined the pile of clothes next to the bed, her socks following closely behind. Only the red skirt remained.

Claire reached towards him between her legs, helping to unbutton his pants. David fumbled to get his pants and boxers off as quickly as possible, eager to feel the warmth of his sister around his cock again. Filling the space between her legs, he returned the head to her pussy, pressing his body onto her.

The weight excited Claire. She felt pinned. Overpowered. Ready to be taken by him. Moans filled the room, his cock entering her again. The angle allowed him to delve deeper.

Claire could hear her own wetness. The sound of her own juices lubricating her brother's cock. Reaching between her legs, her fingers joined him, tightly squeezing one between him and her lips. She wet her finger, transferring it to her clit. Her moans grew louder and more frequent as she flicked her fingers over her clit while her brother's cock slid in and out of her.

David was ready to explode and struggling to hold it in. Watching his little sister pleasure herself while taking him in was exhilarating. However, he refused to let himself cum before her. He slowed his pace and breathing for a moment.

Claire grabbed her brother's wrist, lifting it and placing his hand around her neck. David was surprised, not expecting his sister to be interested in the rougher side of things. He would later discover that her kinks expanded well beyond choking.

Wrapping around her throat and mildly squeezing, David began thrusting harder into her. His engorged cock filled her, pressing against her cervix with each thrust. Her tight pussy stretched over his girth.

Grabbing underneath her knees, David lifted her legs and tilted her back. Her pussy was on full display, spread open to continue swallowing his cock. He continued thrusting, his balls smacking against her. Her legs stretched backwards, her knees nearly touching her face.

Claire screamed in pleasure. Her brother was ramming himself deep inside of her and she could only lay there and take it. She loved it. She wanted him to have his way with her. To take control. To dominate her. Her body begins losing control.

"Kiss me!" she demands, her voice shaking as her muscles twitch.

David pressed his weight down on his little sister. The base of his cock pulsed against her pussy. He kissed her as her muscles tightened around him. He couldn't hold back any longer. Pleasure exploded from inside of David. His cock throbbed while a stream of cum spilled into her. It felt wrong but he couldn't deny the pleasure.

Claire moaned into David's mouth as her muscles contracted. Her orgasm stretched long and she could feel her brother's warm cum inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed. Each throb of his cock filled her a little more.

Their lips parted, both of them panting for air. David rested his head against her breasts. She reached up, running her hand through his hair while smiling.

"I love you," she said softly between her heavy breaths.

"I love you too," he replied, lifting his head.

They stared into each others' eyes for a moment, smiling as their hearts still raced. David finally lifted himself, pulling his cock from her pussy. A stream of cum followed after him, dripping down over her lips and onto the bed. David rolled onto his back next to her, still catching his breath. Claire grasps his hand in hers as they lay there resting.

A sudden knock at the door breaks the silence.

Claire and David both jump out of the bed, panicked.

They jolted from the bed, scrambling for their clothes. Claire grabbed her bra, quickly clipping it on and then her top, fumbling with the buttons. David wondered who was ruining their moment as he pulled his boxers and pants back on. He pulled his shirt over his head while approaching the door. He turned back to see his sister sliding her panties up under her skirt. She fidgeted with her clothes for a moment before looking up at him and nodding.

David unlocked and opened the door. Sylvia smiled at him, before unexpectedly noticing Claire.

"Uh, Claire... There you are... I've been looking for you," she said, attempting to conceal her surprise. "You weren't in your room so I figured you would be here," she continued.

"Yeah... I just was talking to David," she replied, hiding her irritation with Sylvia.

"Oh, sorry for interrupting... Can you come help me with something?" asked Sylvia, trying to create an excuse for why she was there.

"Uh... sure," said Claire, moving towards the door.

"Awesome! Bye David!" exclaimed Sylvia, turning and walking away as Claire followed.

Claire shot a confused look at David when she passed him. He shrugged.

"We'll finish talking about this later?" she asked from the doorway, softly smiling at him. She felt her brother's cum leaking onto her panties.

"Absolutely," he answered, smirking.

Claire grinned and closed the door behind her, leaving David alone once again.

David plopped down onto the bed, deeply sighing. He was in disbelief of what just occurred and thankful they weren't discovered. He wondered what Sylvia would say if she found out. If she discovered he was secretly having sex with Claire. Secretly fucking his own sister. Even cumming inside her. Thinking about it made his cock twitch.

The events replayed in his mind. Their time in the bunker. Their kiss as they left. Her warm mouth wrapped around him in the library. Her moans when he came inside of her. Why did it feel so good? Why did it have to be taboo?

A sudden knock at the door sent David jolting upright. Was it Claire again already? Did she forget something? Or Sylvia? David curiously approached and opened the door.

"Feeling at home yet?" asked Eve slyly as she invited herself in.

"Oh.. yeah," replied David, moving aside and watching Eve peruse the room, "Thanks again for helping us."

"Of course! I couldn't leave two little lovebirds alone and helpless," she teased, stopping in the middle of the room and turning to David, smiling.

"No... We're not--," started David.

"Oh? I saw her come visit you earlier," interrupted Eve.

"We were just talking about everything going on--" he lied.

"Shhh. I told you. Your secret is safe with me..." continued Eve, as she approached David again, "If you help me, that is."

"Help you with what?" asked David, nervous and confused.

"Well, you see," she began as she slowly shut the door, "A woman has needs."

"I don't understand. Craig--," began David before Eve pushed him to sit on the bed.

"Yes, yes. I love Craig, of course. That would never change. It's just... Craig isn't exactly the stallion he used to be. Young and full of hormones. Eager to perform," she said, sitting on the bed next to David, "But you... you looked quite eager in that library."

Eve reached her hand over, grasping David's cock through his pants. He jolted up from the bed.

"What if I tell Craig?" threatens David.

"Go ahead. Tell him. You'll be the first one he deals with. And if not, well, then maybe you're little secret slips out. I wonder what Sylvia would think. Or the others even. A brother and sister fucking? Incest? They would leave you two in a heartbeat."

"No, you can't--," started David, his palms sweating.

"I can and will. Unless you do what I say. Understand? Now shut your mouth and sit down." demanded Eve, her tone changing as she stood up.

David hesitated for a moment before surrendering to her. He quietly sat at the edge of the bed. Eve stood over him.

"Lay down," she directed. He obeyed.

Eve unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. She grabbed the base, squeezed lightly and pulled her hand up his length. A bead of cum escaped from the tip. She bent forward and licked it off, staring up at him.

"Mmm. Seems I'm a little late," joked Eve.

She up righted herself and began stripping. David felt his cock stir as she unveiled her fit, tattooed body. Two full sleeves of tattoos ran up her arms. Colorless thorns and roses stretched up her entire left torso. At her hip a snake wrapped around the thorny branches, winding from her hip bone towards her groin where a single red apple hung above her pussy.

Her bright green eyes were fixed on him with, controlling and hungry. Long black hair rolled over her shoulders to her breasts. The large breasts were pierced with short bars, the balls on either side squeezing her nipples. The tattoos contrasted with her pale skin. A small black heart with devil horns piercing adorned her belly button. David couldn't resist reaching his hand for his cock to stroke it, but Eve quickly swatted his hand away.

"You had your turn, said Eve, stepping beside him.

She slowly climbed onto the bed, swinging herself over David. Her knees bumped against his shoulders as she positioned her legs on both sides of his head and faced the headboard. Her pussy hovered above his face.