“So what’s the deal?” I wanted to pack up and get out of here.
“Well,” said Lizzie, the eldest. “The men here have fulfilled all of our needs–”
Erin laughed out loud and Kristin smacked her own forehead.
“…and we’ve got shoes, socks, and clothing for every one. And, Daddy man, we got you this awesome hat! Try it on!”
It was kind of a flat brim cowboy-type hat. Like Clint Eastwood wore in High-Plains Drifter and a few others.
“I like it! I love it! What’s our price? Ok shoes we’ve got… yep… hey… Are we short a couple pairs? Who’s not getting shoes.”
Kristin answered. “We all got shoes, but, well… we’re going to stay here. If that’s okay.”
Holy shit! So that was the price? Well I don’t know if it’s okay or not. I had to think fast.
“Look, we aren’t trading people for stuff. We’ll be fine without–”
“No Michael! Daddy… it’s not like that. We really, really like them.”
Things move quickly in the New World.
“Well, not so fast. This place is very vulnerable. Glass windows all over, the back door lock couldn’t stop a seven-year-old…” Shit. What to do?
“Ok, boys. You’re coming with us. You need to get Mama Gayle’s approval. If you pass that test, then tomorrow we’ll come back and fix this place up.”
That seemed to sit okay with people. We were packing the Jeep with the clothing, when Morgan noticed the mound of fresh dirt. He stopped and stared at it, tears welling up in his eyes.
“When we come back tomorrow,” I said. “We’ll get him a nice cross and have a proper service, ok? I promise, kid.”
He nodded, then hugged me. Kid had just lost his dad and brother. Poor guy.
We called up to the house, told them “Plus Two” for dinner.
– – –
There was great excitement at the house as the new boys were examined, admired, hugged.
But the Johnson sisters made it very clear; these boys were off-limits. And they seemed smitten with the sisters, so that was good. Then the girls discovered their new clothes, and the shrieking was nearly intolerable. Shoes that fit! Pants that fit! Underwear!
Erin and I immediately set to re-loading the magazines and cleaning the weapons. Always be ready for the next fight, you don’t know when that will be. She wasn’t too concerned about the new underwear.
“Only during the bad week,” she said. “Rest of the time, I like to go commando. Speaking of which, who said you could go shooting sperms inside me?”
“Little slut!” I replied as I finished off another 30-round magazine. “Your period just ended, you’ve got a few more days until you ovulate. Thought you might like that.”
“I did, Daddy-man. And whatever happens here, you can fuck whoever you want, I don’t care. But you can always fuck me. Okay Daddy?”
“Okay, Little Tiger.” We hugged and kissed.
“Maybe you should pay Mama Gayle a visit?”
“Ha, yeah. Well I’m not sure I’m too high on her list right now. She’s not so pleased with some of
the uh, whaddya call it, ‘fornication’ going on around here.”
“You’re such a dumb man. Although you did seem to be pounding Kaitlyn’s ass pretty hard that night. And Gayle saw it all. Maybe we could try that sometime?”
“Yeah, sure, love to fuck you any where you want it!”
We heard someone coming down the hall and started talking business.
“So yeah, just push the patches through, without dinging the side of the barrel–”
“Hey guys!” It was Lorrie, Gayle’s daughter. “Whatcha doing?”
“Hey girl!” said Erin.
“Just cleaning the guns,” I explained. “When they fire, they leave residue and gunk. Gotta keep them clean so they will always work for us.”
“Can you show me? I want to start doing this kind of stuff with you guys! I’ve shot before. And I’m feeling all better.” Lorrie gave me her sweetest smile she had, which was a fucking nice one that could very well send a thousand ships to war.
So I started explaining the various parts of the broken-apart AR-15 and what they did. Erin winked at me, then left to go take a shower.
Lorrie scooted in closer, obviously to get all the information she could. Never mind that her breast pressed into my arm. Her breast that was barely contained in the cotton T-shirt. The breast that was unfettered because a bra would upset the stitches on her back.
“You guys have killed a lot of zombies, haven’t you.”
“Yeah, about a hundred just today.”
“Well I want to pull my weight around here. Can you teach me?”
“Well, Lorrie… sweetie… we’ve got to get you all healed up first. Killing Zachary can be easy, with a gun, but it can also get real tough real fast. How’s your back been doing?”
If you recall, she was nearly unconscious when I first found her. She had a sliced up back that started around her left neck and went all the way down to her pantline on the right side. I sewed her up, but her mom had been seeing to her ever since.
“It’s good! Look!”
And she pulled up her shirt, and took it off and handed it to me. She quickly covered her nipples with her hands and turned around to show me her back. But mostly all I could see was the side of her tits, even from behind her. They were that big. I threw her shirt over my shoulder.
“Well?” she asked coyly. “How am I doing?”
Fucking great is how you’re doing.
“Jesus um, uh, where’s your mom? She should be checking this for you.”
“Oh she’s all talking to those new guys. They’re hitting it off. So?”
So I looked at the stitches. She took the bandages off yesterday to let it breathe. I never stitched anything before. The job itself looked terrible, but the skin was holding and wasn’t infected.
“I think you’re going to live,” I pronounced.
She turned around and hugged me, gently. But her tits pressed firmly into my stomach.
“Lorrie–” I began, but she cut me off.
“Daddy, I mean… Michael… I just wanted to thank you for saving me.”
I held her gently on her lower hips. Her bare hips. Jesus Christ her skin is so soft and warm…
“Um, Lorrie…” She looked up at me and pulled away slightly. I tried to look into her eyes. Really,
I did. But all I could see was about 3 miles of cleavage disappearing into my chest.
“Yes Daddy?” she said, ever so sweetly. My cock was struggling inside my jeans. It sucks when it’s all crinkled up in there and then decides to get fully hard. She kept smiling at me.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You probably think I’m just a kid. But I’m not. I turned 18 last month.”
“I don’t think you’re a kid…” With a body like that? She’s all woman, all the time. “But, you need to take it easy with that back. I don’t want any stitches to come out.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I mean, people are likely to come back at any moment. Yes, I fucked some of the other girls, but their mom’s weren’t here! Jesus.
“Arms up.”
She raised her arms, her breasts still pressed against me.
I took her t-shirt and fiddled with it until I got it lined up, Then I slid it over her arms, head, then over her tits until it was fully on.
“Thanks for checking me out, Daddy.”
“Anytime, hon.”
“You know,” she started. “Mom likes you. and she’s really good in bed. She’s an expert. And I’ve seen lots of porn. Mom’s as good or better.”
Um, holy shit? Why is she telling me this?
“Mom likes it all ways. Every way. I’ve seen her with two guys. And also with another girl and a guy. You know, Menage-a-twat or something.”
I chuckled inwardly. Menage-a-twat! I’d like to menage her twat… We heard a commotion as people were coming back inside.
Lorrie leaned in and whispered to me, “Mom masturbates at night when she thinks I’m asleep. She whispers your name.”
“Come on, you’re just saying that.”
“No, she does. Honest. I’ll be masturbating tonight. Thinking of that big dick everyone says you have. Get ready for Payton, it’s her turn tonight.”
And she left to rejoin the others. I stood there like, What the fuck? They are taking turns? With me? Well that’s just… well it’s not the worst thing that could happen, I guess…
Gayle came in to say hi.
“Those boys are Very nice. Very nice. They tell me they want the sisters to live with them. What do you think?”
“I’m a little concerned. We have to strengthen their building area, it’s not very secure right now. And we need to train those boys up. They need to get a little, uh, ‘harder’. And no, not in the way you think!”
Gayle punched my arm.
“But yeah, in a few days I think it would be fine. We need to start taking back the town anyway. Would be good to have a forward base there. We’ve got radios. We could hook them up with a set of solar panels. It could work.”
We had a nice dinner of beef stroganoff, from my supply of dehydrated food. Canned peaches for dessert. Also had lots of vodka and fruit juice.
Erin found the tablet, touched the screen a few times, and the next thing you know, Rihanna is blasting from the speakers. It’s a party!
The boys shoved the table to one side, and we had a dance floor. Rihanna’s beats were thumping, and Tina and everyone was pulling me out. Now, I’m not a dancer or anything, but I do have rhythm. So I was able to pretend I had some moves. It didn’t matter much, Everyone was hooting and hollering and shaking with the beat.
Everyone yelled the chorus:
“Now I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good!
And it’s, Sex in the Air
I don’t care I like the smell of it!
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me!”
Gayle grinded on my leg, somebody was holding my ass, and I had one arm around Payton. Tits bumped into me from all sides. Fuckin A!
Then Erin put on an oldie, “Push it” by Salt ‘N Pepa.
With all the “Ooh baby, baby” verses, it was getting crazy. Erin jumped up on the table and took off her T-shirt and shook her happy little boobs for everyone to see! The boys were dancing with their girls, but it was kind of a free-for-all. We weren’t really partnered up, just mashing all togther. And there was lots of bumping and grinding, and ‘getting all up’ on me, the boys, and the girls on each other in some serious dirty dancing.
We started throwing our drinks around, and it was becoming a wet T-shirt night. Payton took off her shirt next, and danced around in her new bra. I could read the tag. 36C. Nice! And she filled it all up.
Lorrie got bumped accidentally, and I roared at everyone to stop while we checked her out. I was about to declare “Party On!” when we heard the shitty sound of a zombie moan, coming from outside. Those fuckers.
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