"The Wasteland" (Closed to PennySaver and me)

[PennySaver]

Helen wasn't entirely certain that Brett fully understood her insistence that this was all about her. Then, he dropped to his knees, pulled her closer, and pushed his face into her. She drew a sharp, quick breath as his tongue easily found her clit and slid over it. Her fingers clenched around his skull, holding him in place as he continued to lap at her.

The feel of his tongue's rough surface over her soft, smooth super-sensitive button sent chills up her spine. It had been a while for Helen, just as it had for Brett. As he worked his mouth upon her, her knees weakened. She feared she'd simply collapse if the pleasure increased anymore.

"Stop," she ordered. She pushed him away, then laid back on the blanket. She lifted and parted her knees. Then, with a smirk, she ordered, "Resume."

 

[HumanBean]

Helen's reaction to his tongue so quickly finding her little button of joy was obvious and, for Brett, welcomed. He didn't often have the opportunity to please a woman in this way; honestly, most of the women he'd has sex with in recent years had been engaged to please him, not the other way around, and usually a transfer of goods or services from him to them had been involved. This time, however, Brett was determined to -- as she'd instructed -- make this all about Helen.

He clutched his fingers to the back of her thighs and pulled them both tightly to him and apart enough to get his entire mouth engaged with her soft, warm lips and the swollen button hidden at their upper reaches. He'd always been good at this; early in his sexually active years, Brett had learned of the importance of pleasing his partners first and, when possible or necessary, pleasing them multiple times. His most involved sexual affair had been with the woman who'd taught him all about sex -- not his first lover, but most definitely his best and most unforgetable. He'd become skilled enough at it -- particularly with his mouth -- to drive her to orgasm three or four times before she'd finally demand that he put his cock in her to share in the joy.

This obviously left Brett surprised when Helen suddenly pushed him away and said, "Stop!"

But he surprised her yet again -- this time pleasantly -- by laying back on the blanket and demanding, "Resume."
Brett couldn't help but smile. He was the type of guy who was usually more dominant than others around him, be they male or female. So, because it was sex and because he enjoyed eating pussy anyway, this was a nice change of pace for him. As he moved forward to lay down on his belly, Brett turned his gaze to the meeting of the woman's thighs. Helen had lifted and parted her thighs, presenting herself to him. She had a beautiful pussy: glistening, reddish-pink inner folds, surrounded by swollen, pinkish-tan outer ones; her blonde public hairs were limited to a thin, short patch above her pussy, which would make dining on her a joy.

He'd already gotten a taste of Helen and he approved. He now laid himself on his belly between her legs, slid his left arm under Helen's bent knee and around the front of her thigh to hold her in place, and reached the other hand to her womanhood to gently probed and massaged her wetness; thankfully, in this world that often yearned for better hygiene -- or any hygiene at all -- Brett had cleaned his hands minutes earlier before eating his handheld foods, something he always did before meals if water -- and if possible soap or disinfectant -- were available.

He looked up past Helen's pussy, her flat, tight belly, her delicious, full mounds and watched for her reaction as he toyed with her clit in a variety of patterns; he would insert his fingers inside of her to wet them with her natural lube. It didn't take long to find what seemed to make her squirm and moan the most. He shifted forward once again to put his mouth to her once again. Using his tongue, Brett repeated what his fingers had been doing to her sensitive nub of flesh.

As his mouth did its job, Brett turned his working hand palm up and inserted his index and middle fingers slowly and carefully into Helen's tight tunnel. His teacher of years earlier had taught him a little technique that drove her crazy, and Brett wanted to deploy it on Helen to see if she, too, enjoyed it. He moved his fingers in and out of her a few times in a fucking fashion, then curled his fingertips upwards, pushing them against the front, inside of her vagina. He slid them gently against her canal, right where a concentration of nerve endings associated to her clitoris were located just under the flesh.

He looked up to Helen for her reaction, which was happily conspicuous indeed. He was determined to drive her to a deep and satisfying orgasm with his tongue, his fingers, or both. If it didn't seem to do it for her, he'd ask her what she wanted him to do and then strive to get there in a different fashion.

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: Sorry, I was dealing with family shit.)

Helen participation in the act of oral sex was immediately active. She grasped Brett's head, holding him between her thighs. Her hips rocked up and down opposite to the lapping of his tongue. Her deep and rapid inhalations and exhalations kept pace with their coordinated movements. The effect was just as immediate as Helen cried softly at the wondrous pleasure.

Brett was a master at eating pussy. He knew it already from what he'd done to women in the past. Helen was discovering it now to her great joy. His fingers joined his tongue in their work. They entered her and began pleasuring the inside front of her canal. No man had ever done that to her. She found herself shocked at how good it felt.

Helen's sounds began wafting across the arid landscape. She'd brought Brett out here to get distance between them and the others. Helen preferred that Tyler not know this was happening. She'd bared her breasts to Brett the night before, offering herself to him. He'd passed. He hadn't passed on putting his mouth on Helen's pussy, though.

It wasn't as if Helen had stolen Brett from Tyler. She didn't feel guilt. It was simply a matter of ... modesty. Helen didn't broadcast her sexual interactions. The men she and the younger woman had traveled with had. They'd fucked Tyler whenever and, essentially, wherever they'd wanted. Sometimes, Helen believed, they'd been trying to emphasize their dominance over the others with their dominance over Tyler.

It had aggravated Helen. And yet she'd done nothing about it. She couldn't have if she'd wanted to. Helen knew that if her male traveling partners hadn't had Tyler's warm, wet holes available to them, they would have come for her own. That would have gotten someone killed. One or more of them first. But possibly Helen, too.

Not wanting any drama, she'd invited Brett out away from the camp. Even so, the moans and cries resulting from Brett's treatment of her clit and pussy were likely reaching Tyler anyway. Then she went quiet, drawing and holding a deep breath. She'd reached a threshold, a point of no return.

The pleasure built and built until finally she gasped out the contents of her lungs in a scream of ecstasy. Her entire being exploded and trembled down deep, the euphoria sweeping over her. Helen was lost to the world surrounding her. Any thoughts of modesty vanished. Any thoughts of preserving Tyler's pride as having been the first of them to seduce Brett disappeared. This moment was something all encompassing.

Helen had clenched her body forward at the orgasm's arrival, but eventually collapsed back into the blanket. Her heart was pounding. Her lungs were struggling for deep breaths. Her brain was whirling. Her ever muscle was trembling. Ultimately, after who knew how long, she slunk back, letting her legs and arms fall flat on the blanket-covered sandy earth. Her eyes were closed. She was lost to the world.

Several paces away, hidden behind a mass of rocks, Tyler had been watching most of the interaction between the other two adults. She was torn by what she'd witnessed. For years, she'd pleasured others to ensure her own survival. What did this mean for her? She'd offered herself to Brett, only to be turned down. Did this mean that he didn't want her? Would he cast her aside for Helen instead?

Of course, Brett had been serving Helen. Helen was yet to serve Brett. Would she? She'd actually been awake when Helen told Brett this is about me. Would Helen serve Brett in return? And if so, would she satisfy him enough to make Tyler superfluous?

She slunk back behind the rock again, waiting, watching, and worrying.

 

[HumanBean]

(OOC: No worries. Family happens.)

Brett had been listening to Helen sighs, cries, and moans, as well as feeling the reaction of her body to what he was doing to it; he knew almost as soon as she had that her orgasm was imminent. He persisted with his lapping at her pussy even as her thighs clenched around his head as if he was the walnut and she was the nutcracker; he wasn't going to let up until he heard or felt her explode ... or both.

When she finally did cum, it was spectacular. He would have smiled with delight if it weren't for the simple fact that even as the euphoria was ripping its way through her, Brett didn't slow up on his pleasuring of her clit and love canal. It was only when she collapsed back into the blanket and let him know that her climax had peaked and was waning that he slowed in his work. He opened his mouth wide and basically took the whole of her pussy into it, pressing his tongue between her folds without actually penetrating her hole deeply; he was simply keeping her womanhood company as the waves of ecstasy washed over and through her.

Eventually, though, Brett lifted his head from between Helen's once-again-opened thighs, then moved to beside her, holding his weight up beside her on one bent elbow. He reached a hand to her belly, caressing it before letting it sneak up to gently fondle with one breast and its nipple, then the other. He wanted to rip his own clothes off, like Helen had done earlier, and slip in between her legs to find his own delight. But he reminded himself that this was about her: if she wanted him inside her, she'd tell him to get inside of her.

He'd wait a while, until she'd fully enjoyed her afterglow and had made a decision about what came next ... if anything came at all.

 

[PennySaver]

Helen laid there silent and still for the longest time. Well, outwardly she seemed silent and still. Inwardly, her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. Her every cell seemed to be vibrating from the euphoria Brett had caused her.

She eventually opened her eyes. She simply staired up into the blue sky. Soft white clouds wafted slowly by. It hadn't always been so serene up there. Helen could still remember the angry skies from her childhood. The war had made Earth's atmosphere ugly for so long.

She leaned her head to the right to look up into Brett's eyes. She was very satisfied. You could have said she was happy. But it had just been sex. It wasn't like they were a couple or anything like that. She did, however, softly say to the man who'd given her the best orgasm in years, "Thank you."

Helen looked away from Brett again and contemplated the next step in their relationship. She knew that she should return the favor. She should suck his cock, probably. Unlike Tyler, who was certainly infertile, Helen was very much capable of getting pregnant. She had been twice before, not that either fetus had survived past a couple of months. And she was ovulating now, so, fucking was out of the question.

But a blowjob wasn't out of the question. And Helen did owe Brett.

She was about to sit up and suggest he lay back when out of her eye Helen caught movement. It was, of course, Tyler. The younger woman was huddled behind a boulder that was just barely tall and wide enough to hide her. Helen sighed. She'd hoped to avoid this.

Helen could easily go on without Tyler in her life. And yet, she had come to feel a bit responsible for the girl's safety. She'd come to like her even. Helen didn't do that often, befriend women. Most of the women in her life had ultimately betrayed or abandoned her. She was sure that Tyler would one day, too.

But today, this day, this moment right now, Helen almost felt as though she had betrayed Tyler instead. She knew how the younger woman felt about Brett. Tyler was expecting the man to protect her now, after he'd killed the men who had previously been doing so. She'd bared her perfect round orbs to Brett the night before in an attempt to ensure him that he had a reason to protect her.

Helen was threatening that possible relationship now. And that bothered her. It bothered Helen that that bothered her. She didn't like feeling this way. She didn't want to care about the younger woman the way she did. But she couldn't help it.

"Don't look now, but we have an audience," Helen told Brett. "I was hoping to keep this between the two of us, but as they used to say, the cat's out of the bag."

She casually looked in Tyler's direction again. The girl was still peeking out from behind the rock. To Brett, Helen said, "Tyler needs to think that you will keep her safe. And she thinks that the only way you'll keep her safe is if she's taking care of you. Sexually, I mean, obviously. So ... thank you for what you just did. It was great, and I really needed it. But ... you won't be getting the same from me today. I'm sure that if you decide to ... partake of Tyler ... I'm sure she will be more than happy to serve you."

She turned her face skyward again, closed her eyes, and said, "For now ... I need you to leave now."

 

[HumanBean]

"Don't look now, but we have an audience."

Brett couldn't help it; he immediately glanced in the direction of the camp and, sure enough, caught sight of Tyler hiding behind a large boulder. He diverted his eyes back to Helen, smiling.

Helen told him, "I was hoping to keep this between the two of us, but as they used to say, the cat's out of the bag."

"Yeah," Brett murmured, "now they say the cat's out of the pot." He was referencing the fact that in this new world, cat -- as well as dogs and other previously domesticated pets -- was very much a food source for the survivors of the apocalypse. He didn't know why he was saying it, but he added, "Sorry about that."

His reasons for not wanting Tyler to know he'd just eaten Helen's pussy were entirely different than Helen's. He simply didn't intentionally share his sexual activities with those not directly involved in them. He didn't see a need to do so, not like the men who had been fucking Tyler until very recently.

He understood what Helen was saying about the younger woman needing protection and, in turn, thinking that providing him with sexual satisfaction would likely guarantee that protection. He understood it, though, he didn't particularly accept it. He was more than willing to keep Tyler safe simply because he was a good guy, at least relative to the men she'd been traveling with recently.

"For now ... I need you to leave now," Helen told him.

Brett was a bit disappointed, of course; the entire time he'd been eating out Helen, he'd been eagerly awaiting putting his cock into one or even both of the woman's warm, wet holes. Now, of course, that wasn't going to happen. He joked, "Maybe I'll just lay back here and beat off."

He didn't, of course. Instead, he stood, rearranged his still hard cock for more comfort, gave Helen one last longing look, and told her, "I enjoyed this, too. I could have enjoyed it much more, obviously." He smiled, just in case she looked up at him. "But I understand what you're saying."

Brett took another long look up and down Helen's naked form. She truly was a beautiful creature, with all the right curves in all the right places. Tyler was a babe, as they used to call young, sexy things. Helen was more full bodied, and Brett was sure that if ever he did get the opportunity to fuck her, he'd enjoy having the extra flesh to grasp onto while driving them to sweaty explosions.

He turned back toward the camp, keeping his eyes down on the ground before him; Brett wanted Tyler to have the opportunity to sneak back to where Hopper and the supplies were in case she wanted to hide the fact that she'd been spying on them.

 

[PennySaver]

Tyler saw Brett coming and slunk back behind the boulder. She didn't want to be seen here, just as Brett believed. She turned and hurried back to where Hopper was still sleeping. She sat and waited for Brett to arrive. When he did, she smiled up to him, asking innocently, "Did you take a walk?"

She hoped she hadn't been spotted in her hiding position. In truth, she hoped Brett wouldn't tell her the truth. But if he did, she might have an opportunity to learn whether he was going to still protect her, as he'd promised.

 

[HumanBean]

"Did you take a walk?"

Brett considered Tyler's question, as well as whether or not to answer it truthfully. He took a moment to find a container of water, draw a deep gulp, swallow, and cap the bottle before saying only, "Yes."

He dug through the cart and found one of the two little crossbows the group had had prior to Brett meeting them. He told Tyler, "I'm going hunting. Maybe I'll come across a rabbit or something." Fearing that Tyler might want to follow and talk to him about what she'd seen, he jabbed a finger at her, saying, "Stay here. I don't need you and your heavy feet scaring away our dinner."

Brett wandered out into the arid landscape again, this time in the opposite direction from where he'd already eaten. He knew the chances of coming across a hare in this heat was low; the chances of finding one and getting off a good shot was even less likely.

And yet, less than an hour after he'd left the camp and began creeping around with great stealth, Brett had not one but two dead rabbits slung over his shoulder. He slaughtered them, saving the carcasses, hearts, livers, and brains for consumption; the hides for tanning and sewing into bags or -- with additional furs -- clothing; and the innards to be used as bait to lure even more animals to their death.

Back at the camp, Brett found Hopper awake, Helen back from their less-than-secret sex site, and a small fire burning in a small ring of rocks. He smiled, knowing that the women had had confidence that he would return with something to roast over the flames. They roasted the carcasses and also opened some pre-war cans of food; one had chili beans, another black olives -- both safe to eat -- and a third some long spoiled peaches. Brett used the latter to bait some snares he placed around the camp; he didn't expect the prey animals to actually eat the spoiled food, but he knew that the odor would draw them near.

After dinner, Brett inventoried the water and other consumables again. Helen had ensured him that they had enough water to reach their destination; they had enough food, too, though Brett would continue to hunt at each day's end. Before he laid down to sleep, he went out to check the snares. They were all empty, though, one had been tripped without snagging its prey.

Brett laid out his bedding, slipped off his boots, and hung them to prevent some creature from crawling into them for their warmth and scent. He pulled his bedding over his body, told the others goodnight, and closed his eyes. He couldn't help but notice that his cock was hard once again, leaving him disappointed that he hadn't been able to satisfy his needs with one or the other of the women.

 

[PennySaver]

Helen returned to the camp unsure of what would happen between her and Tyler. She was surprised that the younger woman only smiled to her and asked, "Did you take a walk, too?"

"Um, yeah ... I did," Helen answered. She looked around. "Where's Brett?"

"Hunting," Tyler said. She pointed off the way the man had disappeared. She added, "Rabbits."

"Hmm," Helen responded. She looked to the boy laying near Tyler. "You should wake him up, or he'll be up all night."

Tyler gently jostled Hopper back to consciousness. It took no time at all for the 8-year-old to be up and running about. He asked about Brett, too. Helen said, "He's hunting, so if you want to eat something other than dirt, you'll settle down."

They dug out his favorite toy, an Etch-o-Sketch. It was in bad shape. It was old and well used. But it still worked well enough for the boy to enjoy. Helen built a fire, and Tyler scrounge up kindling and larger pieces of wood.

After the fire was growing, Tyler suddenly asked Helen, "Did you enjoy what Brett did to you? You know..." She nodded her head toward where the man had performed satisfying oral sex on the other woman. She finished, "...out there."

Helen didn't immediately respond. She fed the fire and poked it with a stick. There was a long silence. Helen studied the fire, Tyler studied Helen, and Hopper played with his toy. The younger woman finally broke the still of the darkening night. "Are you going to abandon me?"

"No!" Helen answered without hesitation. She said with an almost accusatory tone, "Why would you ask that?"

"Well ... because ... Brett wants you," Tyler said. The sorrow and fear were evident in her voice. She was poking at her fingernails. She often did that when nervous. She added, "and not me."

"No, Tyler ... no, no, it's ... that's not it," Helen said. She was trying to be reassuring. "What you saw ... you did see, right?"

Tyler nodded. Solemnly, she said, "You were having fun. A lot of fun ... right?"

"Yes, I was," Helen confirmed. She continued with that same reassuring tone. "But ... it's not what you think it was. Tyler ... what happened between Brett and me ... it was all about my pleasure. Not Brett's. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Tyler shrugged.

"I ... needed what Brett did for me, honey," Helen explained. She'd only used that endearment with Tyler a few times. Usually, it had been after one of the men had mistreated Tyler and the young woman was feeling distraught. "But Tyler ... what happened between us ... that had nothing to do with you.

"Brett likes you," Helen continued. "I know this ... know it for a fact. I know men. He did what he did for me because I asked ... because I needed it ... and Brett knew that. He did it for my pleasure ... not his ... and he knew that, too!"

Helen looked to Hopper. The boy seemed entirely ignorant of the conversation taking place between the two women. She looked back to the girl. Softly, she said, "Tyler, believe me ... trust me when I tell you this. Brett likes you. Brett wants you."

"Really?" Tyler asked. Her tone was one part doubt, one part hope. "Why? Why would he want me when he has you?"

Helen laughed aloud. The outburst even startled Hopper a bit. He froze in place, looked between the women, then laughed. And just as quickly, he returned to his game. The older woman explained, "Honey, believe me, Brett doesn't have me. And he didn't have me out there." Helen nodded her head again toward where she and Brett had had their little get-together. "I had him. But he doesn't have me."

Tyler was beginning to smile. Helen saw this. She smiled, too. She said with a sincere tone, "Trust me, honey. You are exactly who a man like Brett wants."

Tyler's smile was now wide as could be. But then it faded. "But ... why didn't he want me last night?"

"He did," Helen promised. "But ... he's not like those other men. Tyler, you've never known a man like Brett. He's different."

Tyler quickly challenged, "How? What makes him different?"

Helen's reply was as sincere as any ever. "He'd different ... because he respects you."

She studied Tyler. Helen could see a bit of confusion in the young woman's face. She likely had never heard someone say that about her. Ever! Helen reassured Tyler, "Honey ... Brett isn't going to fuck you. He's going to make love to you."

Helen wasn't entirely certain that she was right. She didn't know Brett anymore than Tyler did. And the man had eaten her pussy less than an hour ago, with the hope that he was going to fuck Helen, too. But, like she'd told Tyler, she knew men. And Brett had rejected Tyler the night before. Not because he hadn't wanted to fuck her. Because ... he respected Tyler. Just like Helen believed.

Sound behind her told the older woman that Brett was returning. She said softly to Tyler, "Trust me, honey."

Tyler smiled again. She was convinced. She was confused. No one had respected her before. But Tyler was convinced. She looked past the other woman to Brett. She made eye contact with him. Her smile widened further. She'd never been so happy before. She believed everything Helen had told her. She had no reason not to. Helen was smart. She was experienced. And Tyler was sure that she was right.

Brett had been successful in his hunt. Everyone ate well. There wasn't a great deal of conversation. Well, there was between Hopper and the others. There always was. The boy had more energy in him than had the missiles that had nearly ended the world. But the three adults didn't talk much between them.

Bedtime came finally. Tyler prepared the bed she'd share with the boy again. But then she approached Helen and quietly asked, "Will you let Hopper sleep with you tonight?"

Helen wasn't too tickled about that. Hopper was almost as energetic while sleeping as he was while awake. His constant turning and kicking had kept Helen up all night in the past.

But Helen knew what Tyler had on her mind. "Send him over." Then, sarcastically, she added, "One of us should be awake all night on watch anyway."

Everyone slipped into their bedrolls. Helen realized very quickly that she wouldn't be sleeping much. Hopper had had a long afternoon nap. He wasn't about to sleep anytime soon. She rose, telling the boy, "C'mon, let's go look at the stars."

"Yes!" the boy said excitedly. He always liked staring at the heavens.

Helen put Hopper back into his boots and coat. They headed out in the direction she already knew from earlier.

Tyler gave the pair a minute or so. Then, standing, she crossed to the other side of the fire where Brett had laid down. Without asking, she lifted his bedding and slipped in beside him. She curled up close to him, whispering, "Thank you."

 

[HumanBean]

Brett tried to find sleep, but the mayhem involving Hopper was keeping him awake. He should have known not to let the boy sleep through the afternoon; he'd been bound to be wide awake long after darkness had fallen. Eventually, though, Helen rose from her bed, told the boy to put his boots back on, and invited him to go out and look at the stars.

The male adult of the group thought that maybe that was the last thing that was going to keep him from getting some rest. He was wrong; Tyler rose, crossed to where he lay, lifted his bedding, and slipped in to join him. She curled up close to him, whispering, "Thank you."

Brett hadn't expected this, but honestly, he didn't mind. He rolled to his back, slipped his upper arm under the girl's neck as a pillow, and found her upper arm and shoulder with his hand. Not knowing exactly what she was thanking him for, Brett said, "Your welcome ... I guess."

He pulled the blanket a bit higher over them, wondering whether she was here to sleep or fuck. He would have been happy with either at this point; he was exhausted, but then he rarely passed on an opportunity to get his cock wet.

 

[PennySaver]

Tyler cuddled up hard against Brett as he wrapped his arm around her. She felt so safe in his arms. Helen's words had made her feel secure in her belief that Brett would protect her.

She wrapped one arm around his torso. She squeezed his body to her. Then she lifted her head to look into his eyes. And the hand that had been hugging Brett moved to his crotch. She groped him, saying, "If you want to have me right now, you can."

 

[HumanBean]

Brett's body tense a bit at the feel of Tyler's hand grasping his cock through his pants. Almost before she finished declaring his right to her, his cock was already nearing full readiness. He knew that he shouldn't do this; fuck Tyler. She was dependent upon men -- or at least thought she was -- and had been programmed by them to believe that she had to part her thighs for them to get the protection she needed. Brett didn't want her to feel that way toward him.

And yet, at the same time, he wanted to so badly fuck this fine, young example of erotic, feminine beauty! He'd wanted to put his cock inside Tyler from the moment he'd seen her, while still wearing the blood splatter of her fallen comrades. And now the feel of her hand around his shaft was only pushing him in that direction.

"You don't have to do this, Tyler," he told her. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I would enjoy being with you, I'm sure. But you don't have to do this if you think it's the only way to keep me protecting you." He couldn't believe he was trying to talk the young woman out of taking her clothes off. "We're friends, Tyler. I won't let anyone hurt you."

 

[PennySaver]

"You don't have to do this, Tyler," Brett told her.

She didn't see it that way, obviously. Sex was the way Tyler had paid her way since even before she should have been having sex.

"I mean, don't get me wrong," he continued. "I would enjoy being with you, I'm sure."

She giggled. "You would. I'm sure, too."

She'd gotten very good at pleasuring men. Practice makes perfect, they say. And she'd had a lot of practice, despite her relative youth.

"But you don't have to do this," Brett reassured her, "if you think it's the only way to keep me protecting you."

This was all a bit confusing for Tyler. Again, she'd thought for many years now that the reason men kept her safe was because she kept that sated. Not since her father had Tyler known a man who would protect her simply because he cared for her safety.

"We're friends, Tyler," he said in a sincere tone. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

Without really thinking about it, Tyler had ceased her massaging of Brett's now rock-hard cock. Her hand had slipped up to his belly again, she just realized. She sat up tall beside him, looking down into his eyes. She studied him. And she knew that he was being truthful with her.

"Well ... this is..." she started. She didn't know what word to use. The most appropriate one might have been confusing. "Now ... now I don't know what to do."

Tyler suddenly realized that she was about to cry. She blinked away an impending tear. She diverted her gaze off to some random point on the horizon for a moment. Looking back to Brett, she explained, "I don't know what to do with a man if I'm not sucking or fucking his cock."

 

[HumanBean]

Brett was impressed with Tyler's assurance that sex with her would be very pleasurable. It only made the cock she was massaging twitch more excitedly with anticipation. Most of the women with whom he'd had sex in recent years had been participating for two things: his pleasure and -- because of it -- their payment in one form or another. Tyler would be in this for Brett's pleasure, and her payment would be his protection. He could very well imagine the things she could do to him to lead him to continue being there for her.

But he was sincere in telling her, "We're friends, Tyler. I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Well ... this is..." she started. "Now ... now I don't know what to do."

Tyler looked away, but not before Brett caught a tear building in one of her eyes. When she looked back, her eyes still glistening a bit, she explained, "I don't know what to do with a man if I'm not sucking or fucking his cock."

Brett found himself once again torn. He wanted no more than to ram his cock into the young woman's pussy, mouth, or both ... repeatedly. But he truly wanted her to believe that if they did have sex, it wasn't because he was looking for payment for services rendered.

He held his arm out invitingly to Tyler again. "Lay down with me. Sleep with me. Sleep ... nothing else."

He waited...

 

[PennySaver]

Tyler was conflicted over Brett's invitation to simply sleep next to him. This was new to her. But it was welcomed, too. Her smiled broadened. "Really? Just sleep?"

It was real. She quickly resumed her place next to Brett. Again, she cuddled up hard against him. There was great comfort in this for her. It was something she hadn't known since she'd been a girl. It felt like ... love.

Tyler had no idea how exhausted she'd been. She was asleep in no time at all. And she dreamed of wonderful things...

 

[HumanBean]

Brett pulled Tyler close to him and threw the blanket back over them both when she cuddled up next to him. He wouldn't have minded seeing her take her top off again -- and more after that -- but laying next to her like this was good, too. At least, that was what he was trying to convince his still-hard cock of as it twitched in his pants, wondering what the fuck had happened.

Just like Tyler, exhaustion brought sleep to him quickly. He awoke before dawn, though, and slipping away from her rose to stretch and scan the terrain around the camp. Helen had returned with Hopper not long after Brett and Tyler had sacked out; he'd awoken at their approach, of course, but there had been no reason to let the older woman know he was conscious, so he didn't.

He took a quiet, slow walk around the camp, looking for any potential hazards that might have shown up in the night. And find one, he did. He caught the whispered conversation between two men and concluded they were in the rocks some 60 or 70 yards back the way from which he and his traveling partners had come. Turning, Brett casually returned to the camp, awoke Helen, told her of the men, and ordered, "Stay here, stay quiet, and take care of them." He gestured toward Tyler and Hopper, both still asleep. "I'll be back shortly."

Before he left, he gestured for Helen's shotgun, holster, and belt. He knew it was unloaded, and she knew he knew that, so there was really no reason to speak about how it was currently nothing more than a short club.

Brett spent over half an hour slipping silently through the night, circling out around the suspected location of the intruders. He pinpointed the position of the two men off to his left, only to then hear additional voices off to his right. He backtracked a couple of dozen yards, then circled out farther than before.

Slipping up from around a large boulder, Brett found himself looking at a small camp. It was cold -- no fire -- and a long moment of study revealed a man a couple of decades older than Brett himself, a woman somewhere around his own age, and two children who couldn't yet have been in double digit ages. Lastly, he realized that the woman was clutching an infant to her chest.

He considered several options, including approaching them and not. In the end, Brett slipped up slow and quick, holding the shotgun out before him, aimed at the woman's head, and the finger of one hand up to his lips to indicate a need for their silence; even though the camp was without light from a fire, Brett was coming in with the moonlight in his face, and he felt reassured that the woman would see the gesture that was aimed at keeping them all safe.

Presuming she didn't scream or react in some other negative way, Brett's plan was to move in close, present an imminent and potentially deadly threat, and tell the woman to call in the men who were closer to his camp than they were to his. If she acted any differently, Brett would have to play it by ear.

 

[PennySaver]

Helen wasn't as light a sleeper as was Brett. She hadn't heard him getting up and leaving the camp. That had been because he hadn't wanted her to. But when he returned, he had. She picked up his footsteps, opened her eyes, and waited for him to get near.

"Stay here, stay quiet, and take care of them," he told her. He indicated Hopper and Tyler. "I'll be back shortly."

Helen didn't like not knowing what was going on. After Brett had departed, carrying her unloaded shotgun, she quietly rose. She stood there still and silent for several minutes. Then she, too, caught the sound of the two men talking. They were trying to be inconspicuous but failing.

She wanted to go out into the arid landscape and check this out. But, surprisingly, she'd come to trust Brett after just two days. Or had it been three? Who knew. What mattered was that Helen did as he'd ordered.

A hundred or more yards out into the dark landscape, a different woman was now facing Brett. She clutched and infant child tight to her bosom as she looked up at him. He was indicating for her to remain silent. She did. She'd been taught what some called desert discipline. Voices sometimes carried far and wide over the open landscape, particularly at night. That was how the stranger had found their camp, of course. Her two male traveling partners hadn't been able to speak together silently enough.

The old man, though, asked, "Are you going to kill us?"

 

[HumanBean]

"Are you going to kill us?"

Brett was holding the shotgun out before him, shifting it from aiming at the woman-with-child to aiming at the old man. Eventually, he lowered it to his side, answering, "No. I'm not going to shoot you. Not unless you make me."

He looked about himself for any possible dangers, then looked back to the woman. "Tell me all about your traveling party. Tell me the truth!"

He again raised the shotgun, empty as it was. This time, though, he aimed it squarely on the infant in the woman's arms. He insisted, "Tell me about your party: number of men, number of women ... weapons ... all of it."

 

[PennySaver]

Introducing Reeta:

The stranger holding the sawed-off shotgun at them said, "No. I'm not going to shoot you. Not unless you make me."

Reeta didn't believe the man. He'd snuck up on their camp in the dark, armed. He was here to rob them. He was here to kill the men. And he was here to rape her, likely before killing her, too.

He lowered the weapon as if to support his claim. But then he raised it again as he demanded, "Tell me all about your traveling party. Tell me the truth! Tell me about your party: number of men, number of women ... weapons ... all of it."

Reeta looked to the old man for some sort of direction. She got nothing from Frank but an emotionless stare. She looked back to the intruder. "Why should we tell you anything? You're just going to kill us and steal our food and water."

She hesitated for a reaction. Would he have one? She added, "I'd run away now, if I were you. Our men have guns and their gonna be here any second."

 

[HumanBean]

"Why should we tell you anything?" the woman with the child in her arms asked. "You're just going to kill us and steal our food and water."

Brett didn't blame Reeta for her thinking; life out here in the wasteland wasn't highly valued and very often, a person's possessions were more valuable to a stranger than the person themselves. He was tempted to open the double-barreled shotgun's lock to show the woman that the weapon was harmless to her.

But then she said, "I'd run away now, if I were you. Our men have guns and their gonna be here any second."

Brett considered his options for a moment. Then, stepping forward, he grabbed the woman by her forearm and lifted her to her feet. He wasn't trying to be brutal, but he could see that his grip and manhandling of her pained her a bit. He growled at her, "I have a better idea. Call your men here. Now! Tell them I'm holding a gun to your head..."

Then, he had a better idea. He put the end of the sawed-off gun to the head of the infant in the woman's arms and said, "Tell them I'm holding a gun to your child's head."

 

[PennySaver]

The intruder snatched Reeta by the arm. He lifted her powerfully to her feet. She cried out in pain. It didn't hurt as much as she made it sound, though. She was hoping that the men with her had heard her.

Ironically, Brett told her to call them anyway. He even threatened the infant in her arms. She glared at him with hatred in her eyes. But after a few seconds, she called out, "Paulie! Mikey!"

She struggled in Brett's clutches. It was a waste of time. He was strong. She called again, "Paulie! Mikey! Come back! He's here! He's here with us! He's holding a gun to Petey's head!"

She looked to the old man a few yards away. He'd risen to his feet but hadn't approached Brett. Reeta told him, "Sit down, Papa. I'm alright."

Then, looking back to Brett, she said with a purposeful voice, "He ain't gonna hurt his own child."

She continued to stare at him as the sound of quickly moving footfalls neared.

 

[HumanBean]

"He ain't gonna hurt his own child."

Brett stared at the woman with surprise: what the hell was she talking about, his own child. He studied the woman's face, then looked down at the infant's. She didn't recognize the former, and -- off the top of his head -- even if he had he couldn't recall having fucked and potentially impregnated a woman who looked like her in the time frame that would have produced a child of this age.

The sounds of men approaching claimed Brett's attention, though, as he turned and put the woman between him and the men. He didn't much like using an infant as a human shield, but then it hadn't been Brett who'd called the men back like this.

"Weapons down!" he hollered over the woman's shoulder at the men as they emerged from the darkness. "Put your weapons down or I start killing people ... starting with these two."

He jerked the woman such that she gave out a cry, then repeated yet again, "Weapons down ... now!"

The two men looked between the woman, the old man, the children, and Brett before dropping their weapons -- a compound bow and a crossbow -- on the ground before them. Brett nodded his head toward where the old man and children were now huddled together. "Sit!"

The men tentatively made their way over to the others, sitting near them. Brett studied them all, looking for potential surprises. Then, knowing she was likely already close, he called out, "Helen?"

 

[PennySaver]

Reeta feared for the men as they hurried back into the camp. She had no reason to think that Brett's shotgun was unloaded. Thankfully, they dropped their weapons as ordered.

"Sit!" Brett told them. Again, they did as ordered.

"No one's going to do anything," Reeta told Brett. She then looked to the others. She emphasized, "No one is going to do anything!"

The others simply sat there, silent and still. Brett surprised Reeta when he called out, "Helen?"

From the dark, a woman's voice called back, "Here! Coming in. Don't shoot."

Reeta looked in the direction of the voice with a surprised expression. The voice sounded very familiar. But it couldn't be who she thought it was. That woman had died long ago.

After a bit, Helen came into view. The camp was dark and cold, no fire. But the moonlight lit her up well enough. She came into the camp carrying one of the crossbows. She scanned the strangers. She started looking at the men and children. Then she looked to the woman who Brett was still clutching. She froze in recognition.

Reeta recognized Helen as well. She asked with obvious disbelief, "Sweetie...? Is that ... is that you?"

Helen just stared in silence. Reeta tried to move forward. Brett was still holding her tightly. She jerked, growling, "Let me go." Looking to Helen again, she declared, "That's my sister!"

Helen continued to stare at Reeta for a moment. Finally, she turned her attention to Brett. She nodded her head to him. Then she crossed to stand directly before Reeta. Her expression of shock moved to delight. She told the other woman, "It's good to see you still alive ... sis."

 

[HumanBean]

"Sweetie...?" the woman in Brett's arms spoke in the direction of Helen. "Is that ... is that you?"

Brett was confused; what was the woman saying? He looked to Helen and, adding surprise to surprise, she had an expression of combined shock and recognition in her eyes.

"Let me go," the woman growled at him, struggling for her freedom. Brett continued to grasp her tightly. She told him, "That's my sister!"

Helen nodded acknowledgement to Brett and slowly crossed over to stand before the woman. She smiled and said to the woman, "It's good to see you still alive ... sis."

Brett just stood there in silence staring between the two of them, not knowing how to process what was happening. He glanced toward the three men sitting with the children; they didn't seem shocked at all, and he couldn't help but wonder whether or not they, too, were related to the woman whose pussy he'd been eating out earlier in the day.

 

[PennySaver]

Helen and Reeta:

Helen couldn't believe she was standing before her younger sister. They hadn't seen each other in 4 years. Reeta had been barely 15 when Helen last saw her. Helen had been about to turn 26. She held the younger sibling's shoulders in her hands. She looked her up and down, practically examining her. She looked healthy and unharmed.

That hadn't been the case when last they saw each other. Helen had been in a violent relationship. She'd tried to keep Reeta away from it. She'd failed. She'd tried to make up for it, though. Helen had killed the man who'd been hitting her after he'd hit her sister just that one time. The man had died clutching his slit throat. The older sibling had stood over him, watching.

The man she'd killed had been important to others, though. His Crew had come after the sisters. They'd both escaped, but in the process they'd gotten separated. Helen had spent more than a year looking for Reeta without success.

She'd only quit when she'd heard her younger sibling was dead. A friend had claimed to have witnessed Reeta's murder. The girl had been stabbed to death, Helen was told. She'd wanted proof, though. She wasn't about to take anyone's word. She'd been led to the grave and found the body.

There wasn't much to see, though. Time had passed. And the bugs and worms had done their work. But the body had been Reeta's size. The long, blonde hair had seemed right, too. Helen found it ironic that the body's hair had survived so well.

After that, Helen had been lost. Joining forces with Tyler had helped a bit. Tyler had reminded Helen of Reeta. She even had protective feelings for the younger woman initially. But those feelings had contradicted Tyler's need to give herself to men to ensure her own protection. Seeing Tyler prostitute herself had been emotionally straining. Helen couldn't deal with it and had stopped protecting her.

Now, she had her sister back. And she wasn't going to let her disappear again. She looked at the child in Reeta's arms. Apparently, Helen now had another younger female to protect. The infant was a girl and very cute. She had a darker complexion and short, kinky black hair.

Helen looked toward the men sitting nearby. They were all average ordinary white guys. Not the father, Helen thought. She had a sudden, scary thought. Reeta's man wasn't here in the camp. Was he outside it, though, possibly with a weapon?

She looked to Brett with an expression she hoped he would understand was concern. Then, to Reeta, she said, "Your baby is beautiful. Where's the father? Is he here somewhere?"

Reeta laughed, though. "My baby?" She laughed again. "Oh, hell no, Landa's not my baby."

Helen was relieved. She didn't want to think of her little sister as a mother. But still, there were questions. She repeated, "Where's Landa's father? Is he here somewhere." Then whispering, Helen asked, "Is there anyone else in the dark who we need to be concerned--"

"No, no, there's no one else," Reeta said. She looked to the others. "This is all of us." She looked to Brett. "And we weren't going to hurt you ... or rob you. We're just ... we need food and water. We ran out of food days ago and water yesterday."

She looked down to the infant, then up. "We need milk. Landa needs milk."

Helen looked to Brett for his response to what they'd just learned.