"Inevitable" (closed)

[ToniTaylor]

"Inevitable"

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Robert, 26 - Carla, 22 - Henry, 20 - Sasha, 19 - Carlos, 22 - Maria, 19 - Willie, 23

Peter, 18 -- Terry, 18​

"This is it," Carla Taylor announced as the group of 9 emerged from the tree line to find a small clearing, and on the other side of it an equally small cabin. She looked to the others for their reactions to the cabin...

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...then smiled and told them, "Welcome to your new home."

"Pequeño," Maria said with a disappointed tone, asking, "¿Está embrujado?"

Carla laughed. "Yes, it's small, and no, it's not haunted."

As she continued forward, she glanced to her brother, Robert, then back to the other sibling pair and explained, "Our father used to call it Intimate ... because when he bought it without telling our mother, he had hoped intimate might make her like coming here. It didn't."

As the two pairs of siblings continued onward, the four remaining males fell in behind them while the remaining female remained in place, watching the others and studying the cabin and woods in which it sat. Sasha was the one true outsider of this little band of refugees.

The pretty blonde Russian had come to the United States just a year ago on a student visa and had started working at the business owned by Carla and Robert's father just three weeks before their flight to the woods. When the World around them fell apart and the Taylor Siblings began gathering their friends for this flight to the wilderness, Carla had promised Sasha that she'd be safe with her and her older brother. Still, Sasha barely knew any of these people and that left her frightened.

The connections between the other 8 were hard for the outsider to fully grasp, but eventually she would. Robert, of course, was Carla's older brother. Carla had worked with Carlos at a restaurant in the city -- and for a very short time dated him -- and Carla had befriended Maria through Carlos. Maria had once dated Henry, who in turn had been in the same High School class as Peter and Terry. And Terry was not only Willie's cousin but was his roommate in a sense as Willie had moved into Terry's family's home some time back.

"C'mon!" Carla called back to the lagging female from near the front of the cabin. She looked between the others, saying, "We need to get out of the cold and eat and figure out our next move."

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[ManInTheLoft]

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Robert Taylor knew what the next move should be, of course: get back down to the city and kill some people.

Things hadn't been going well for the city, state or country as of late, but the Taylors had been relatively lucky by avoiding most of the mayhem. Then, three weeks ago, Charles Taylor -- Robert and Carla's father -- was taken into custody in the middle of the night by masked men in National Guard uniforms. They claimed to have an arrest warrant for treason against the government of Governor Hamilton Baker, which was ironic to Robert as Baker wasn't the state's legitimate Governor.

Robert spent those three weeks searching for answers about his father's arrest and detention. In the end, he learn from a friend within the National Guard Unit that Charles had died during enhanced interrogation.

The next day, Robert got a call from his friend in the Guard Unit, telling him to get the hell out of town. "They're coming for you, Buddy. Today. Get the fuck out."

Two hours later, Robert and the others fled the city. Robert was still intent on learning who'd killed his father and getting his revenge. But right now, he had to protect Carla, who was now his last living relative. Robert would need help, though, and he wasn't entirely sure about how much help he'd get from the others at the cabin with him now.

Robert was the only one of them with real military service. Willie had been through Marine Corps boot camp and had been participating in some specific weapons training. But then it had been discovered that he had a potentially fatal heart condition, and after the Corps decided that he'd hidden his condition from them, Willie was given an Other Than Honorable Discharge and booted out with no financial or medical benefits.

Willie knew how to handle the weapons the group had, but he had no combat experience. Robert, on the other hand, had been in Afghanistan for two years, then Syria for two more. He'd taken enemy lives, twice up close and personal. Robert hadn't liked killing over there. In his opinion, the fighting had had little to do with protecting American lives. It was all about American investments and supporting the military-industrial complex.

But it was Willie who had been responsible for getting them those weapons. He'd had a friend who sold weapons both publicly and privately, often to people who really shouldn't have been allowed to have them. Robert couldn't think of anyone who needed weapons more than him, his sister, and their friends. Thankfully Willie had agreed.

After arranging to make a gun sale, Willie and Robert robbed the guy of a dozen weapons, including automatic and semi-automatic assault style rifles, deer hunting rifles with scopes, shotguns, and handguns, both revolvers and semi-automatics.
They'd also appropriated 4,000 rounds of ammunition. Combining all of this with what they already had, the nine of them were now essentially a small militia.

While he was happy with the weaponry, Robert was less certain about the children carrying them. They were all so fucking young: Robert was 26, but between the others there was a 23 year old, a 20 year old, and two each aged 22, 19, and 18. Initially, their number was to have included some of the parents of the nine, as well as some of their older relatives and friends. But circumstances had changed, and only the nine of them had been able to flea the city together.

And then there was the Russian. Sasha was a fucking babe, and Robert knew that each of the guys had at one time of another fantasized about getting between her thighs. But she was a Russian. Each of them was aware to one degree or another of how the US-Russian relationship had deteriorated, seemingly exponentially, over the past 20 years.

Robert looked around the group and tried to imagine each of them having to use the weapons in their hands. He'd given them all a quick lesson about the particular firearm they'd be carrying. But Robert knew that what they actually needed was intense training, particularly on the assault rifles and the semi-automatic pistols.

Robert had had the chance to speak to each one of the others a bit about their experience and comfort with guns. Carla had grown up around firearms, so Robert's only concern about her was whether or not she could actually point one at a human target and pull the trigger.

He didn't have that concern about Henry, of course. On the flight from the city, a trio of civilian militia types had tried to stop them. When one of the militia men fired a warning shot, Henry had unloaded one of the semi-automatic AK-47s at the guys, sending them running for cover while Robert got them through the roadblock and the hell down the down. No one had been hit, let alone killed.
Robert had wanted to ask Henry later whether he'd missed the three on purpose or on accident, but instead he'd kept his question to himself.

Carlos had shown a serious familiarity with one of the Beretta semi-auto pistols, even skillfully disassembling, cleaning, and reassembling it at one point. Robert had been about to ask him if he'd ever used one, with the intention of being vague with the word used. But Carlos had beat him to it, telling Robert, "My father ... when he was away on business one time, some men broke into our house. They hit my mother, knocking her out. Then ... they grabbed my sister and ... I think they were going to rape her, so ... I shot at them. I hit two of them. One died. The other two were arrested a couple of days later. I won't let anything happen to Maria. Not again."

That had reassured Robert very much. He knew about Willie's experience in the Marines, so that was also reassuring. But Peter had confessed that he'd only carried a rifle one year during hunting season and had only shot it for target practice. And Terry had never held a gun until Robert put on it his hands, mostly because someone had to carry the damn thing up the mountain.

And what of the girls?

 

[ToniTaylor]

And what of the girls...?

Robert had left it to Carla to ask the girls about their experience with guns. She'd known Maria since middle school, and she'd heard about what nearly happened to her when she was a junior in high school. So it didn't surprise Carla to find out that the now 19 year old had asked to learn how to handle a pistol. Her father had told her no, even after -- or maybe because of -- what happened to her during the home invasion. He'd wanted her to feel safe, but he hadn't believed that teaching her to use a gun and then have it taken away from her when she couldn't pull the trigger was the right thing to do.

But Maria hadn't wanted to depend on someone else to save her from being violated or killed or both in the future, so behind her father's back, Carlos had bought a pistol and taught his sister not just how to use it but how to use it well. She'd even come to be a better shot than her brother.

The third girl amongst them, however, was a totally different story. Sasha had grown up in a culture where only the military, cops, crooks, and rural hunters had firearms. She'd never even seen one up close -- with the exception of on a police officer -- before Carla put a revolver in her hands and gave her a simple lesson: "Point that end at the bad guy and pull the fucking trigger until the bad guy is dead, got it?"

Carla had been dubious about whether or not Sasha's reassurances that she could use the gun against another person were true. Then, yesterday, after they'd abandoned the cars and begun the hike through the woods to the cabin, they'd been surprised by a black bear eating foliage just feet from the trail.

Sasha had been the first of them to see it and, fearing it would attack, pulled the pistol from her belt, pointed, and fired off six rapid shots. She didn't hit the animal with a single round ... but that was only because there had been a tree between her and the fleeing animal, and Sasha had put all 6 rounds in a tight grouping in the trunk of the 12 inch diameter tree.

"Fucking impressing," Carla said after the excitement had died down and she went to look at the entry holes in the Douglas fir. "Were you trying to kill the bear ... or the tree?"

"I was not try to kill no thing," Sasha had told them with her broken English and thick accent. "I was just try to save you ... my friends."

The third female about whom Carla's brother had wondered was, of course, Carla herself. But Robert had no need to worry about her. Carla had no doubt whatsoever that when faced with a dangerous human, she could pull the trigger 'til the bad guy was dead.

"We need to do an inventory," Carly said once they'd all stepped inside the cabin. She dropped her backpack on the floor, relieved to be free of the weight. "We're gonna be missing stuff, so ... let's figure out just how prepared we are or aren't."

The sudden departure from the City had meant that the 9 of them hadn't been able to get to all of the resources they would have liked to have here. Each had been told to fill their pack from their own home's pantries and get to the rendezvous point. Robert and Carla had planned on making a stop at their father's store, but when they got close they found 2 National Guard Humvees parked out front.

Robert said they should check the area to ensure they were actually alone here. Carla said with a wink and humor in her voice, "Counting cans of food and making dinner is woman's work. Go ... go have fun running around the woods, brother."

Each of the 9 emptied their backpacks of the items that were community goods, then stashed their packs along a wall to get them out of the way. Once that was done, Peter looked between the two siblings -- seemingly for approval -- as he said, "I'll stay and help, if that's okay."

"Sure," Carla said. She pointed toward the hearth, asking, "You know how to build a fire that doesn't smoke?"

The other 5 guys headed out, and Peter and the 3 girls went to work. As Sasha picked up one item after another, Maria listed them on an inventory and Carla put them away. Peter joined in after the fire was crackling ... without serious smoke, as Carla had requested.

When they were finished putting things away, the cupboards -- of which the little cabin didn't have many -- were packed and the counters a bit crowded. Carla pointed out, "It looks like a lot, but there are 9 of us, so it won't last long."

"What we do when run out? Sasha asked timidly.

Carla shrugged initially, but then reassured her, "We'll go get more. Robert will determine when it's safe to go back down to the valley, and we'll get more food."

"And alcohol," Maria said. When the others turned to look at her, the young woman was lifting a fifth of Tequila to her lips. She grimaced, then laughed, then held the bottle out. "Filched it from my father's cabinet before we left. Got two more, too ... one Rum, one Whiskey."

"Vodka?" Sasha asked hopefully, taking the bottle and drawing a gulp. She was disappointed to see Maria shaking her head. "Is okay. Not Russian anymore. Am now American I think.""

They laughed and talked about their situation for a while before setting about making some dinner. They picked out some ingredients that were more perishable than the others and made them a priority for tonight and the upcoming days.

"Where are we all sleeping?" Maria asked as the preparation of dinner was underway. "I mean, there's only one bed and that pull out thing underneath it, and there's 9 of us. And where's the bathroom?"

Sasha said something in her native tongue that got the attention of the others. She smiled and translated, "Pee in wood like bear, no?"

Carla laughed, adding, "Yes, and hope no one shoots at you or the tree in front of you."

Maria was conspicuously disappointed when Carla took her to the cabin's back door and showed her the outhouse that was a good 100 feet away at the end of a packed dirt trail. Carla told her, we'll put a bucket here on the back porch for peeing at night, but that ... that's the bathroom for which you're searching."

Just about the time the food was ready to be served, the guys returned. Robert reassured the stay-behinds that they were all alone and safe, and the 9 of them dug into a pretty substantial meal. As they ate, Carla -- who everyone knew was the more talkative of the Taylors -- recapped the situation in which they'd found themselves.

"I don't know about the rest of you," she began, "but I have always feared that this shit in which we find ourselves was inevitable. Most people don't want to change our world to make it livable for all, and those who do get drowned out as radicals or freaks or socialist losers."

They talked about some of the specific topics that had led not just to their world being what it was but had led to them having to flee to the woods to get away from it. The 9 of them were all similarly liberal-leaning people, though, there were differences between them, of course.

This wasn't an accident, that a bunch of lefties had ended up in the Taylor cabin together. Robert and Carla had other friends, just as the other 7 here did. But the siblings had known that if they every had to flee the city because of the growing polarization of society and the mayhem, violence, and suspicion that comes with it, they would have to leave with people who thought the same way they did about those topics.

"I think we all agree that what Hamilton Baker has done is wrong, right?" Carla asked. The response was a resounding affirmation. "So, politically, we are all on the same page."'

"Does that matter?" Maria asked, a bit of a confused expression on her face. "I mean, we're hiding in the woods with a lot of guns but not a lot of food. Are our political leanings really that important right now?"

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way," Carla responded. "I just meant to say ... well..."

She looked to Robert, and he realized that she meant for him to pick up on what she was trying to explain.

 

[ManInTheLoft]

Robert hadn't said much during the conversation until his younger sister looked to him for support. He cleared his mouth of the beans he'd been eating, cleared his throat, and then explained, "We're not just going to sit here in the woods with a bunch of guns while our food runs out."

He looked into each of the faces one after another, knowing that some of them already knew what he was going to say. He added, "We're going back down to the valley, to the city to help fix what's gone wrong."

"You want to fight against Hamilton Baker?" Terry asked with a concerned tone. "As in, with guns."

"Yes," Robert answered bluntly. He set his plate aside and gestured to for the bottle of Rum that Maria had opened and set out earlier. "Listen, first, about the food situation. We're gonna be out of food in two or three weeks. We can hunt.
The deer usually move east to the plateau this time of the year, late winter, but since there hasn't been any snow here yet, there might be some still around.
But we're still gonna run out of things that--"

Terry, who was typically very soft spoken and introverted but in with a more serious tone, "Talk about Baker and what you want to do, please, Robert."

"And about how our individual politics plays into this and into what Carla was talking about," Maria said.

Robert took a sip from the bottle, offered it out, and when it wasn't taken took another sip before setting it aside. "We all know that Hamilton Baker is a fraud, right?"

The responses from the others varied from silent nods to profane descriptions of the man, his politics, and/or his followers. Hamilton Baker was a radical, racist fascist who had been condemned by both the Republican and Democratic Parties as a threat to democracy. And yet he had snaked his way into the Governor's office on a third party ticket by taking advantage of the fears of conservatives, moderates, and liberals alike, people from across the entire political, ethnic, economic, and social spectrum.

He'd been elected four years ago by the slimmest margin in the State's history, and for the next four years, politics in this State had been a travesty.
Unfortunately, though, the rest of the country had its own problems, and Baker's antics were hardly noticed. Repeated attempts to get the Federal government to look into Baker were thwarted.

For those who didn't like him, Baker's imminent defeat in this past November's election was a Godsend. His Republican and Democratic challengers each took more than 40% of the vote, forcing a January runoff between them that would not include Baker.

But although he had lost support in numbers, Baker had gained in fanaticism. His remaining followers had become more active and violent. There were daily clashes in the streets of all of the State's larger cities. Over the next two months, there were thousands of arrests, hundreds of injuries, and 18 deaths.

Many called for the National Guard to be deployed to contain Baker's radicals or, at the least, separate them from the counter demonstrators. But most people hadn't realized until now that Baker had once been a high ranking officer in the Guard. He had retained a great deal of support in the Guard after leaving it to run for office.

Robert knew this, of course. A Guard Unit had taken and killed his and Carla's father, and no one had been called to answer for that crime. He continued, "Baker stole this last election, an election in which he wasn't even a candidate."

One of Baker's opponents in the November election had been assassinated the day after Christmas by a known Baker follower. With only one still living person on the runoff election ballot, Baker sued to have his name added. The Courts, which were very much under his influence by now due to his firing and hiring practices, agreed.

Baker's only remaining problem was that his name wasn't on the millions of Vote-By-Mail ballots that had already been sent out. He declared that the VBM ballots were invalid, and that everyone would vote in person on election day. Of course, this was all rigged, and miracle-of-miracles, Baker was declared the victor with more than 65% of the vote.

No one outside Baker's entourage gave any validity to the election, of course, but it really didn't matter much. The Federal government wasn't going to get involved; the National Guard (or what remained of it after thousands of resignations and desertions) was under Baker's control; and the Baker Militia (thousands of his radical followers) had been created and armed to keep the peace in cities and towns around the State.

"We have to fight him," Robert said, the emotion growing. "We have to show him that he can't do the things he does, him and his nut cases."

"You're talking about going down there into the city," Terry once sounded off, becoming more courageous as he came to realize what Robert was suggesting, "with rifles and pistols and fighting the National Guard and the Baker Militia and anyone else who thinks this asshole if the rightful Governor."

"Yes, I am," Robert said without hesitation. He leaned in for emphasis and reminded them, "Those fuckers killed my father. Killed Carla's father. They seized my family's business. My family's home. They were coming to take me and Carla into custody, probably to kill us, too."

"We don't know that they--" someone began.

"Yes, we do!" Robert took control of the conversation again. "This world is fucked and it's only getting more fucked with each passing day because no one is doing anything about Baker and his thugs."

There was a long moment of silence until Willie asked, "So, what's the plan? I'm behind it, whatever it is, but, what is it exactly?"

Robert took a moment to look around at the other's faces. He was a pretty good judge of character, and although he didn't know some of those with him as good as his sister or as good as they knew each other, Robert had a good impression that they would support him.

"First, we make sure that we're safe here," he began. He described some security measures they needed to take and got some feedback from some of the others. "Then, I know some people we can trust who live between here and the city. We need allies, people who can tell us what's happening out there, down there. People who can help us with what we need, food and supplies and ammunition and stuff like that."

"And then?" Terry asked, back to his more quiet self after feeling as though he'd been dressed down.

Robert took another sip from the Rum bottle, capped it, and tossed it to the 18 year old, telling him to take a draw. He laughed at the young man's reaction to the unfamiliar alcohol, then reached out to slap a hand upon his thigh, saying, "Then, I teach you how to use that big gun you've been lugging around without any rounds in it."

Terry laughed in shock, looking at the AK-47. "Whaddaya mean? It's empty?"

Some of the others were laughing, too; they'd known Terry's assault rifle had an empty chamber and clip. Robert told him, "I didn't want you to shoot me in the ass on accident in case some big vicious squirrel hopped up and scared the crap out of you."

They all laughed together, and after they finished their dinners, the nine of them finished off Maria's three small bottles of liquor as they addressed the sleeping arrangements. They didn't put too much thought into it this night. The guys were gentlemen and gave the big bed to Carla and Maria while Sasha took the rollaway, while the guys spread their sleeping bags out upon the floor with the three females' bags under them for extra padding and protection against the cold coming up through the uninsulated wood plank floor.

"Terry, you're with me on first watch," Robert told the youngest of the nine. "Willie and Henry, you'll come on at 3am."

"What about us?" Carla asked regarding the three females who would just as well stand watch.

"You'll get your turns to stay up all night while the rest of us get to sleep," Robert promised with a whether you want it or not sort of tone. He looked around as he stressed, "Listen. We're gonna have to learn to work together. I'm not in charge here. I'm not trying to force my leadership on you. If you don't like my ideas or my orders or suggestions, we can, I dunno, hold an election or something. But for right now, let's just do as I suggested and get through this first day. Okay?"

Everyone seemed to be okay with that, and after Robert and Terry headed outside, the battery operated lamps were turned off and an oil lanterns lit and set on a bare minimum of light, just to give everyone enough light to walk to the outhouse if necessary without stepping on the guys sleeping on the floor.

 

[ToniTaylor]

"We're going back down to the valley, to the city to help fix what's gone wrong."

Carla looked to her brother as he spoke, keeping her emotions in check. She was just as hurt about the loss of her father as Robert was, of course, and she was just as distraught about what had happened to their community because of the mayhem of the combined pandemic, economic upheaval, and political strife.

That last one was mostly because of the fake Governor. Because of Governor Baker, politics in the State now was making the mayhem of the post-2020 period look like two children spatting in the sandbox.

"You want to fight against Hamilton Baker?" Terry asked. "As in, with guns."

"Yes," Robert answered bluntly.

"But...!," Carla cut in, seeing the conversation on the way to a fiery argument, "we have other things to be concerned with, too ... right Robert?"

Robert knew where Carla's thoughts were and went on, "Listen, first, about the food situation."

They discussed the food they had the and food they could kill. Maria asked, "Are deer the only things up here to kill and eat?"

"It's mid-February," Carla pointed out. "Most of what we could hunt has either migrated away or gone into hibernation or, like Robert said, moved east to where there's no snow. Don't worry. We won't starve."

The conversation returned to what Robert wanted to do about the fake Governor with Terry asking, "Talk about Baker and what you want to do, please, Robert."

Carla didn't really want to hear more about Hamilton Baker, but she endured the conversation that came. She hadn't been at the house the night her father had been taken, but Robert had. He had related the event to her, but Carla knew she would never fully understand how it had affected her brother.

"Baker stole this last election," Robert told them, "an election in which he wasn't even a candidate."

Carla laughed, drawing attention. She shook her head and explained, "Nothing like this has ever happened in American politics before. And it wouldn't be allowed to stand at any other time. But, like I said, we -- the people -- have allowed it to get this far."

She looked to Robert and said, "I stand with my brother on this. Baker and his thugs have to be made to realize that this just can't stand. Our homes and our lives are being taken away from us. If we had been invaded, by the North Koreans or the Chinese or the Russians, no offense, Sasha..."

"No took," the pretty blonde said, realizing by the reactions that she'd said it incorrectly and trying to correct, "None took?"

Carla winked to her and continued, "We wouldn't sit still for this if it was a foreign invasion. Just because it was people we called our neighbors doesn't mean it's not ... not as much of a violation. In fact, I think it's more a violation because it was done by our own people."

"We have to fight him," Robert said, confirming Terry's question about whether or not he was talking about taking military action against the civilian militias and the National Guard.

"They can't be called the National Guard anymore," Carla said. "They are Baker's thugs ... Baker's Militia. They're just as criminal as he is."

Maria asked with some concern, "And what if we come face to face ... gun to gun ... with people who used to be our friends?"

Carla shrugged. "They say the Civil War, the first one, sometimes saw brothers facing each other from opposites of the battlefield ... fighting each other. We have to accept that that might happen now, too."

There was silence a moment, and Carla tried to soften the anxiety with, "Listen, we're not talking about going down to the valley to kill every person we see who doesn't believe in what we ourselves believe in. All Robert is saying is ... well, we lost our father to these lunatics. Someone has to pay for that."

She looked to her brother, who nodded his appreciation for her support. She gestured for the bottle of Rum, then continued, "We're just gonna do what we can do to get our world back to where it should be."

"Without Hamilton Baker," Maria said.

Carla agreed, "Without Hamilton Baker."

Willie asked, "So, what's the plan? I'm behind it, whatever it is, but, what is it exactly?"

Robert talked about securing the forest around the cabin, and Carla talked about working toward ensuring they were all comfortable here. She suggested, "First chance we get, we can find some wood or extra blankets or something and partition off part of the cabin to sort of create bedrooms for the guys and gals."

"Where are we gonna bathe?" Maria asked. "I mean, the toilet's out in the woods, I get that. But where's the shower or bathtub?"

"We'll set something up, promise," Carla said, laughing as she added, "We might even let the guys use it."

Sasha giggled, made a funny face with a crinkled nose, and said something in Russian before translating, "Boy's stink."

The girls laughed; the boys had their own reactions. The 9 of them talked about weapons training and standing watch and more, with Carla ensuring that the girls were going to be involved in the group's security, too. "I'm better with a gun than you are, Bro, and Maria's good with a pistol. I can teach Sasha to be a crack shot, so ... don't think we're just a bunch of girly-girls who can't stand up for ourselves."

Maria surprised the group -- and particularly her brother -- when she said, "Robert, when you go down the hill to do whatever it is you think we need to do ... I'm going. This is my fight, too. We don't know where our father is at. He'd not dead, as far as we know. But we need to know."



It would be a hard night for Carla regarding sleeping as she was so easily awoken by things that were unexpected to her. Maria, who was sleeping beside her, rolled a great deal, and every time the younger woman did, Carla woke up, looked around, listened, then finally attempted to drift back to sleep.

Just a bit before the watch was going to be changed -- not that she'd known the time then -- Carla was awoken by someone else moving about. She rolled to see Carlos -- who'd gone to bed in a pair of sweat bottoms and a muscle shirt -- slipping into a heavy jacket and untied boots and heading for the back door, presumably heading for the outhouse; he took both a pistol and a rifle with him.

Carla laid on her back and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, recalling her previous relationship with the man whose age was only a few weeks more than her own. The two of them had met at Rudolph's, the restaurant at which she'd bartended and he'd worked a variety of kitchen jobs. Carla had thought Carlos was just an Average Joe when she first met him, working the evening shifts for minimum wage to pay for college.

She was surprised later when she got to know him to find out that Carlos's father was a well to do businessman, that the family lived on a 20 acre estate out past the 'burbs, and that Carlos was working on his Masters at one of the State Universities' local campuses, as opposed to suffering his way through the crowded classroom Community College Carla herself had dropped from when she could no longer afford even it.

One night after they'd both ended their shifts, they had a few drinks in the restaurant's bar and ended up in the back seat of Carla's 20 year old minivan fucking and sucking each other to multiple orgasms. It had been incredible, and they'd repeated the encounters in more appropriate locations several times after that.

But they'd never truly been a couple. Carla had made it clear to Carlos that she had no interest in a relationship, and he'd either been of the same frame of mind or had simply been gentlemanly enough to give her what she wanted and only what she wanted.

The relationship had come to an end because Carla began to fear she was becoming too attached to Carlos. The best way to kill what she had with Carlos was to have it with another man, so one night when she knew his shift ended just after her own, Carla hooked up with some guy from out of town who'd been flirting with her at the bar and went out to his rental car to fuck. Carlos saw them -- and heard her -- as he headed for his own car after work, and the next day they very casually agreed that maybe they were through.

At 3 a.m., Terry slipped quietly back into the cabin. Before he could get to either Willie or Henry, Carla gestured for him to stop and climbed out of bed. She was wearing a set of white Long Johns that fit tightly to her beautiful, 36C-26-36 form, the lone, low flame of the oil lantern showing it off to the young man. Moving up close to him, Carla whispered, "Let Henry sleep. I'll take his watch."

Terry looked about to counter with his orders from Robert, but Carla stressed the change, saying, "It'll be fine. Where's my brother?"

"Out at the pile of firewood next to the woods," Terry told her, gesturing.

"Wake Willie, send him out there," Carla whispered. "Tell him I have to hit the outhouse but I'll be out there in a couple of minutes."

Carla returned to the side of her bed to done her jeans and a heavy coat, collected one of the AK-47s -- which Robert had shown her how to use -- as well as her father's Beretta 92FS 9mm pistol, and headed out for the back door. Willie was up and dressed, and as he donned his boots, Carla confirmed her intentions with some gestures. They nodded to one another and exited via opposite doors.

"Hi, can we talk?" Carla said just moments later as she met the returning Carlos on the path just a few yards from the cabin. "I thought maybe we should make sure we are on the same page regarding ... well, you know ... that we used to fuck but don't now."

She listened to what Carlos had to say about it, then said bluntly, "If you're open to it ... I wouldn't mind fucking you again."

She looked for the man's reaction, then added, "I don't mean right now, of course. But ... in the near future."

Carla stepped closer and pressed her body to his, then pressed her lips to his in what she hoped would be a warm, welcome kiss. When it was over, she pulled back and said, "I have to pee ... then stand watch. Go to bed ... dream of me."

She giggled a bit, then passed around Carlos to visit the outhouse. After drying her lips, she allowed her fingers to gently play over her sensitive flesh, just enough to remind herself that there was more to life than this shit show in which they'd found themselves.

She put her clothes back together and made her way to the wood pile Terry had spoken of. Robert was still there, whispering softly to Willie and pointing to various distant features for one reason or the other. When she arrived, she smiled and asked, "So, do we shoot first and ask questions later, or what?"

 

[ManInTheLoft]

Robert had chosen the spot between the two neat stacks of firewood as tonight's watch station because it gave him and Terry good cover in the very unlikely event that they had unwanted and possibly armed visitors and because at its distance and angle from the cabin (about 100 feet and 45 degrees) they had a clear view of the cabin's front, of the outhouse and most of the path to it out back, and of the exit point of all three of the established trails that led into the clearing on which the house sat.

(One of those trails had been a narrow, dirt road back in the days of the cabin's construction, but after Robert's father bought the place, he'd had the road blocked more than six miles down the hill and a couple of more times up it, to ensure that anyone who came here had to work to do so. It was probably the biggest reason why his mother had only come here twice in a dozen years and, though his father denied it, part of the reason he'd done it, so he would have his own place to get away when he needed some solitude.)

The two wood walls around Robert and Terry also afforded the pair the chance to talk in very soft whispers. Terry seemed very eager to do so through much of the six hour watch. He had so many questions about what had happened to bring the nine of them here, about how they would live here now, about what would happen if the Baker Militia found them, and more. And every answer Robert gave only seemed to lead to another question.

Robert's battle field experience had taught him two contradictory things about chatting while standing night watch: the first was that it could let the enemy discover your location and, therefore, you shouldn't do it if you wanted to stay alive; the second was that it kept sleepy, sometimes exhausted watch standers awake during long nights, therefore, you should do it if you wanted to stay alive. The trick, of course, was to know which was more appropriate for the specific dangers at hand.

Robert didn't expect any visitors tonight, so the two men held their quiet conversation with confidence of their safety. It actually felt good to the 26 year old Veteran of two warzones to impart some of his wisdom to the 18 year old noobie of so much of life's battlefiends.

"I think you have a good chance of being disappointed," Robert told Terry when they ventured into one of those battlefields. Terry had commented on how there were six males and only three females, on how Sasha was such a babe, and on how he would like to take a shot at trying to make the beautiful Russian his girlfriend. "Listen, Terry, try it if you want, but I think it's kind of early to be doing something like that. And..."

When Robert hesitated in his answer, Terry prompted, "And what?"

"And, well, I get the feeling that Sasha is the kind of girl who, oh, how do I say this," Robert went on hesitantly. "The kind of woman, I should say, who wants more and can easily get more from life than what a kid -- a young man -- like you has to offer, particularly now, in our situation."

Terry was disappointed to hear this assessment of his chances with the one year older blonde. He wouldn't tell any of the others this, of course, but he was still a virgin and had hoped that before he graduated high school this year, that would no longer be the case. He had still been doing his schooling from home on the internet via distance learning because his mother (who wasn't an anti-vaxxer in anyway) hadn't had him immunized against COVID-19. She didn't trust the rushed vaccine after the word of several deaths and many more cases of injury due to side effects. And without the shots, the schools wouldn't let him back into the classroom.

Of course, most of the schools in the state hadn't reopened after the break out of violence before and after the scheduled January runoff election anyway. There were simply too many dangers right now. Plus, many of the high school age students were involved in the protesting, rioting, looting, and clashes anyway. The media claimed that young people hadn't been so involved in social issues since the nearly simultaneous eruptions of the Black Lives Matter and COVID-19 upheavals.

Terry had been stuck at home for the most part. He hadn't wanted to be part of any of this, not even BLM, despite being Black himself. All he wanted was to lose his virginity to a nice, pretty girl who wouldn't laugh if he suffered from premature ejaculation that first, possibly only time they were together. He wasn't asking much, or so he told himself.

"Do you like her?" he asked Robert. When the eldest of the nine didn't seem to immediately comprehend the question, Terry asked hesitantly, "Do you like Sasha, too? Is that why you're warning me off of--"

Robert had to stifle a laugh, whispering with emphasis, "No, Terry, that's not why I'm warning you off. Yeah, she's a doll, but no, I'm not wanting to make her my girlfriend."

In truth, Robert would have loved nothing more than to slip in between the blonde's long, sexy legs and empty his balls into her warm, wet depths. And once upon a time, he'd likely had the chance to do so. One day last summer, Sasha had attended a barbeque put on by Carla (with their dad's help at the grill) for a couple dozen of her friends. Sasha had only been in town for a couple of weeks or months, Robert hadn't been and still wasn't certain. Many people had been quick to add the exotic beauty to their social circles, including Carla.

An incident involving Sasha, her changing from bikini to more modest clothing, and a cracked bedroom door led to Robert getting an eyeful of her delicious body for a few seconds. Robert sometimes kicked himself for not trying to take the encounter to the next level. But that was yesterday and this was today, and today was not a time to be prioritizing getting fucked.

"Just give it a few days, Terry," Robert warned him, suddenly realizing that he was getting hard down in his crotch remembering that day last summer.

"But what if one of the other guys--"

"Relax!" Robert cut in. "None of the guys are gonna make a play for Sasha and beat you to it. To her. They've all got more important things on their mind right now."

If that were true, Robert thought to himself as he casually altered his sitting position to relieve the strain on his growing erection, you wouldn't be getting a hardon, would you?

"What's that?" Terry suddenly said, pointing off toward the back of the cabin.

Robert followed the younger man's gesture, then lifted the night vision goggles that he'd bought while still in the Army and had packed for use here. After a moment he answered, "It's just Carlos, going to take a shit."

He took the moment to once again scan the tree line for dangers, then whispered, "It's about time to wake up the next watch. Go get Willie and Henry, and try not to wake the others. They need their sleep. And you get some, too. Carla already knows to let you sleep in in the morning."

"Yes, sir," Terry whispered, giving the former soldier a bit of a salute. "As ordered."

The teen chuckled softly as he left, hurrying through the dark toward the cabin's entrance. Terry had great respect for what Robert had done for his country. And he had a great respect for what he'd done for the eight people here with him now. Robert and Carla hadn't needed to bring him along with them. Truly, Terry believed that the only reason he'd been invited was that his cousin, Willie, had helped them get the weapons they all hoped would keep them safe.

He reached the little once room house, but before he stepped up onto its creaking, wooden porch, he reached out to find a dangling string and pulled it up and down three times. The twine went up to and through a pair of pulleys, entering the cabin through a tiny space between two logs, and down to a bundle of old bird feathers that years ago, Carla had painted for some artsy project of hers. Robert had noticed that in the light of the lantern, the feathers almost glowed, and he thought they would make a good silent alert for those in the house that a friend outside was coming inside. It wasn't the perfect solution to stopping a friendly fire incident and wasn't really too necessary now, but in the future it might come in handle and simultaneously save someone's life.

As he was alerting anyone who might be awake inside the cabin, Terry couldn't know what was happening on the floor of the little structure right now. Carlos's exit out the back of the building, which had been anything but super quiet, had awoken not only Sasha but Henry as well. He'd laid out his sleeping back on the floor just a couple of feet from the blonde, incidentally rather than with intent. As they listened to Carlos exiting, their eyes met.

"You're very pretty," Henry whispered, hoping at the same time that no one else would hear him and that Sasha would not think him a creep for saying so while they lay there on the floor in the dark in a world that was falling apart. He smiled to her, and a moment later explained, "I just wanted to tell you I thought so."

He smiled again, then rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling. He didn't know whether or not Sasha would respond to his somewhat awkwardly timed compliment. But he would keep his eyes open for a while to let her know he was still awake in case she wanted to speak to him.

About that time, he caught movement by the door; the feather alarm, or whatever Robert had called it. Henry knew he had to go stand watch, so he was already dressed in all but his over shirt, coat, and boots. But then Carla got up and intercepted Terry, telling the youngest of all of them that she would take to his, Henry's, watch and that he was to only wake Willie. As Terry did so, he and Henry met gazes and the young Black man only shrugged his shoulders before whispering, "Go back to sleep, I guess. I'm gonna."

About that same time, out back of the cabin, Carla came face to face with the surprised Carlos, asking him, "Hi, can we talk?"

"Yeah," Carlos whispered, looking off toward the distant firewood stacks where he knew the night watch (Robert!) was likely surveilling him through that pair of night vision binoculars. He asked innocently, "About what?"

"I thought maybe we should make sure we are on the same page..." Carla told him, finishing, "...regarding ... well, you know ... that we used to fuck but don't now."

Carlos felt a shiver run up his spine but didn't know whether it was because of the impending conversation, his lasting feelings about Carla, or the 38 degree temperature and the slight wind that was only making it feel more colder. "Um, sure. We could talk about it, I guess."

Carlos was waiting for Carla to tell him that he shouldn't get his hopes up about once again putting his cock inside her, simply because they were two of the few people up here and had a sexual history.

Instead, Carla told him bluntly, "If you're open to it ... I wouldn't mind fucking you again."

Carlos's eyes widened and his lower jaw dropped just enough to part his lips. He didn't know what to say; his mind was still trying to make sense of the words he'd never expected to hear from Carla again, particularly out in the mountainous woods during a semi-civil war in the valley below.

"Um," he began before not having any more words. He finally mumbled, "Sure. Yes."

"I don't mean right now, of course" Carla told him. "But ... in the near future."

Before he could respond again, his former lover stepped close and kissed him. Carlos was surprised at first, but very quickly engaged his lips to make the kiss what Carla had been hoping for, a moment of warmth and welcome and passion.

"I have to pee..." Carla whispered, breaking the moment for Carlos.

She explained that she was going to stand watch, but before she departed she kissed him again and suggested, "Go to bed ... dream of me."

As she headed away, Carlos turned to watch. Even in the slight moonlight, he could see the delicious curvature of the fit, rounded ass that used to sit upon his lap as they fucked. And he whispered regarding her last request, "I never stopped."

Carlos considered waiting for him, a combination of being gentlemanly and horny. But looking back toward the wood piles again, he wondered what Robert would think and instead turned and headed into the cabin again. He saw Henry still in his bed and asked, "Aren't you standing watch?"

Henry only shook his head, before rolling to his side, again toward Sasha. Carlos slipped out of his cold outer layer and got back into bed. One of his hands gently passed over his partially swollen cock. For a moment he was so desperate to go back outside and beat his meat. He even wondered whether or not he could get away with it here, surrounded by friends and friends-to-be-made. Instead, he pulled his hand away from his groin, closed his eyes, and fantasized about Carla instead.

Out at the watch station, Willie arrived to explain that Henry wasn't coming but that Carla was. Robert considered the change a moment before shrugging it off as no big deal. A couple of minutes later, his sister arrived, asking, "So, do we shoot first and ask questions later, or what?"

"Hopefully, we don't shoot at all," Robert told her. They talked about the chances of intruders, which seemed slight, then talked about what to do if that slight chance turned out to be an actual event. Before he stood to leave, Robert left one last bit of advice: "Don't shoot one of us, please."

He headed for the outhouse, then for the backdoor and his bed.

Back at the watch station, several minutes of silence passed in which the pair of them mostly watched the woods and the cabin but occasionally glanced at each other. More often than not the glances were accompanied by polite but awkward smiles. Willie was feeling a bit uncomfortable, and for good reason he thought.

Not long ago, he'd tried to hit on Carla while she was bartending. He'd only just met her and didn't know she was the younger sister of Robert Taylor, who he'd met just recently while playing Ultimate Frisbee in a local park. When he'd realized that things weren't going his way, Willie had decided to just go for it and told her, "I think you're beautiful and sexy, and I'd like to take you to my bed for a night of passion and ecstasy."

Carla had just stared at him for a long moment before bursting out laughing. She'd walked away to tend to another patron of the bar without saying a word, and Willie had never gone back to the bar again out of sheer horror at what had happened.

"Listen, about what happened that night," he finally began, hesitating before adding, "I just wanted to say sorry, if I did anything stupid."

Back inside the cabin, Robert had made it into his bed and silence once again returned.

 

[ToniTaylor]

"You're very pretty."

Sasha smiled at Henry's whispered compliment. She wasn't sure how to respond to it, particularly because ever since leaving the city to come up here, she had found herself repeatedly glancing toward Robert and recalling the incident at his family's home back last summer, the same memory Robert himself was having right now out at the watch station.

The then-18 year old had only been in the United States for 5 or 6 months then, and she'd only just met Carla a few days before that when she'd first been interviewed for a position with the Family's company, a job she wouldn't get then but would get a while later when the first winner of the position flaked out of it.

She knew she'd only been invited to the afternoon party -- something called a Barbeque -- because she was pretty and unique; she was a babe with an exotic accent. The first aspect -- her attractive looks -- had made her very popular with people, especially guys, back in Saint Petersburg, where she'd lived all of her life until now. The second aspect -- her accent -- hadn't meant anything in Russia because nearly everyone spoke with the same one, but here in the US, it got her a lot of attention, both for the good and bad.

She'd arrived at that party in clothes that hadn't really done much to show off her tight 34B-24-35 body. But after watching others before her strip off their outer layers and down to swim suits to enjoy the pool, she'd decided to do the same. She hadn't worn her bikini underneath, though, so her hostess had sent her to a bedroom to change. Sasha had failed to notice that the door hadn't latched behind her as she shed one item after another.

It was then that she thought she heard movement. The now naked Sasha looked back over her shoulder to see a slightly older man standing beyond the door, staring at her with wide eyes. She smiled at his reaction to seeing her, not flirting but just intrigued with his obvious awe. She did nothing to cover or hide herself from him, and when he only continued to ogle her, Sasha actually turned to present herself in profile, allowing him a view of her pert, gravity defying breasts and their swollen nipples.

To this day, she didn't know what would have happened if Robert -- who she hadn't yet known was her hostess's brother -- had come into that room and closed the door behind her. Sasha had never considered herself easy, and she'd never slept with a man she'd only just met, which that moment definitely represented. But even still fully dressed in his tank top and loose fitting shorts that day, Robert had looked like the kind of man Sasha would have loved to slip between her thighs and drive her toward and beyond ecstasy.

Henry finished his compliment, "I just wanted to tell you I thought so."

He smiled and rolled away, and Sasha simply studied him for a long moment. Henry was just a year or so older than her to the best of her knowledge, and he was an okay guy, in both personality and appearance. But rolling to her own back and staring up at underside of the cabin's roof, Sasha knew Henry wasn't Robert. She wasn't in a hurry to begin a relationship with any of the guys here in the mountains with her, but if she did, she would have preferred it was with the real man of the group, Robert Taylor.

Carla got out of the cabin's only real bed and gently stepped over the rollout bed on which Sasha was standing. The moonlight spilling in from the nearest window and the lantern burning a few feet away silhouetted the eldest female's form, and for a moment Sasha found herself thinking Robert ... or his sister ... or both.

Something no one here but Carla knew was that Sasha liked girls as much as she liked boys. And the reason Carla knew about it was that the two of them had been lovers on occasion, the last one the night before they'd all left for the mountains.

They weren't a couple, though, and on the way up the mountain, Carla had made it clear that they might never be again. Robert's sister had pulled Sasha aside at one point and told her politely but firmly, "I don't want anyone knowing what we've done with each other. I'm not ashamed or anything. I just don't share my love life with others. And, I don't know if we'll be lovers again, but for now ... let's just pretend it never happened, okay?"

Sasha had agreed, without truly knowing just how she felt about it. And just as with Carlos and with every lover before or after him, Sasha knew she may or may never enjoy passion with the female half of the Taylor sibling pair again, and if she did, it would be at Carla's request, not her own.

Sasha listened to Henry and Carlos talking about the former's being let out of standing watch. She turned her head to find Henry staring at her again. Sasha smiled just enough for him to see the friendly expression, then -- her words likely to be hard to comprehend both because they were whispered and because they were so accented -- said to him , "I like you, and you nice, Henry ... but ... I no looking for boyfriend."

She saw by the expression on his face that he understood. She reached out and laid a soft hand upon his shoulder for a moment, then pulled it back, asking, "Friends?"

Out at the watch station, Willie was saying to Carla, "Listen, about what happened that night ... I just wanted to say sorry, if I did anything stupid."

Carla suppressed a laugh by pressing a mitten enclosed hand over her mouth. They met each others' eyes a moment before she looked off into the night again. After a long silence, she said with humor in her voice, "But ... you still think I'm beautiful and sexy and you'd like to take me to your bed for a night of passion and ecstasy ... right?"

They met gazes again, and Carla burst out in laughing against her mitten again. She reached over and patted the obviously embarrassed man, reassuring him, "Relax, Willie. It's forgotten. If you had any idea how many men hit on my while I was working behind the bar. You didn't know this at the time, but ... I knew who you were ... I knew you were a friend of my brother's. I think that's what made it so funny."

She patted him again, repeating that it was no big deal, then gestured for the night vision binoculars. As she scanned the area around the cabin -- the perimeter Robert had called it -- she told Willie, "We're all starting anew here ... all new."

 

[ManInTheLoft]

The guys were batting .333 for the evening: Henry had struck out with Sasha, and Willie had done the same with Carla, while Carlos seemed to have hit a home run with that same woman. But then, with Sasha's feelings about Robert, that batting average might very soon be .500 instead. Unless, of course, Robert's sister received the benefits Sasha had to offer. Only time would tell.

Robert had tried to get some sleep, but after a couple of hours of waking repeatedly at the sounds made by the others, he finally just got up, dressed, filled his hands with weapons and a cleaning kit, and made his way to the back porch. He'd become pretty familiar with the AK-47 while in Afghanistan and Syria, so he was able to disassemble, clean, and reassemble two of them, even in the minimal light of the partial moon.

Surprisingly, as the morning sun cut through the forest and delivered the day, Robert finally drifted off while slouching back in a hand crafted wooden deck chair. The others got word of their leader's back porch nap, so they avoided the back door and did their best to reduce the noise level.

Willie suggested they should send a patrol out to surveil the woods father than they had the day before. Four thought it was a good idea, four thought they should ask Robert. The former won out when Willie said simply, "We're going."

Some time later, Robert awoke to the strong smell of coffee. He awoke with a start to find one of the females holding a steaming mug under his nose.

 

[ToniTaylor]

"Good morning," Sasha greeted the waking Robert with a friendly tone and smile as she held the streaming mug of coffee out before him. In her best English she told him, "One flat spoon sugar, make sweet ... half of ... inch, yes...? Half of inch of milk make black into brown...?"

Her smile widened at the man's realization that she knew how he took his morning wake-me-up. She confessed, "Carla tell. She make breakfast for others early morning... little sausages, chicken eggs ... roast bread over fire ... stuff Carla say will, um ... go bad first ... because no refrigerator. Save for you some."

Without waiting to see if Robert actually wanted breakfast, Sasha quickly rose tall and went back inside. She emerged a minute or so later with the promised food on a hard plastic, camp plate that was warm to the touch from having been left close to the hearth. She also offered out milk in a paper cup. Neither was as big a portion for which Robert might have hoped, but that was because Carla had calculated out how long the perishables would last, considered the food inventory, and cooked as appropriate.

"Willie take Henry and Carlos out walk in woods," Sasha reported as Robert ate. "Maria go with. Look for people not us."

She retrieved an old lawn chair that was leaning up against the back of the cabin, unfolded it, brushed off the dust, and casually shooed away a big black spider, only to find it was dead. She flicked it away with a finger and sat in the chair at an angle and distance from Robert that was just a bit intimate in proximity.

When he seemed to notice the closeness, Sasha asked bluntly, "Why you not try make love with me, day in sister's bed room when see naked?"

 

[ManInTheLoft]

It was such a nice treat to wake to the vision of Sasha greeting him, bringing him coffee, fetching him breakfast. Robert would have been lying if he'd said he hadn't had such fantasies, of having the beautiful Russian girl be a serious feature of his life. But they were just fantasies; he barely knew her, had only spoken maybe 50 words to her spread out over a dozen occasions over half a year, and surely wasn't the kind of man with whom she would want to share her many decades to come.

And yet, as he ate and drank what she'd brought him, Sasha asked, "Why you not try make love with me, day in sister's bed room when see naked?"

The blood rushed from Robert's face and he nearly choked on the chunk of sausage he'd been about to swallow. He stared into Sasha's eyes, wondering Is she asking because she'd wanted me to fuck her, or because she thinks I wasn't attracted to her or what?

He swallowed and cleared his throat as he looked to the back door to ensure it was closed and the likelihood that someone was listening in on them was small. Looking back to her, Robert said in a soft voice, "I didn't know you, Sasha, and you didn't know me. I, um, I, I didn't think it was something, I mean, I didn't think I should..."

He drew a deep breath, unsure of what he was supposed to say. He continued with some well chosen words, "Sasha, I didn't think it would be appropriate for me to presume that you wanted me to join you in my sister's bedroom."

He hesitated a moment, then went on, "I hope you don't think I did what I did, or didn't do what I didn't do, because I don't find you attractive. Sasha, you're a, a beautiful girl. Woman. If I'd known, been sure, that you wanted me to join you, I would have in a heart beat. I still would, now."

He hesitated another moment, unsure by Sasha's unchanged expression whether or not she was fully understanding that he was telling her he wanted to bone her so badly now, tomorrow, next year, whenever! Then, a horrific thought struck him: Sasha hadn't actually told Robert she'd had any interest in having sex with him then and, for all he knew, didn't now.

He meekly asked, "Sasha, um, were you asking because, you know, because you'd wanted me to join you, that day, there, in my sister's bedroom?"

Robert suddenly realized he was sounding very much like that naïve, virginal 19 year old Bobby T that he'd been so many years ago when he'd been in a similar situation. He'd been trying to determine whether or not his then-girlfriend was suggesting they fuck before he left for boot camp or was just wanting to know whether or not he was a virgin and would be when he came back to her on leave. It had turned out to be the latter, unfortunately. They wouldn't finally fuck for another six months, and by that time neither of them was a virgin any longer.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Sasha couldn't help but notice the panic in Robert's face when she asked him why he hadn't tried to fuck her that day last summer. She hadn't meant for him to die a bit inside, but now that it had happened, it kind of pleased her. He was a 26 year old man of the world who'd probably been with a couple of dozen women from half a dozen countries or cultures, and this little girl from Russia had caused him to nearly pee his pants in an anxious fit.

"I didn't know you, Sasha, and you didn't know me. I, um, I, I didn't think it was something, I mean, I didn't think I should..."

She simply stared him square in the eyes as he rambled, hiding her joy in seeing him coming apart at the seams. He continued, "Sasha, I didn't think it would be appropriate for me to presume that you wanted me to join you in my sister's bedroom."

"You see naked girl but do nothing all time?" she said, hoping he understood. "You do with all girl or just me?"

"I hope you don't think I did what I did, or didn't do what I didn't do, because I don't find you attractive," Robert said, obviously having understood where she was going despite the language barrier. "Sasha, you're a, a beautiful girl. Woman. If I'd known, been sure, that you wanted me to join you, I would have in a heart beat. I still would, now."

Sasha looked all around herself, then back to Robert as she said, "No good, make sex on porch in day, with others just there, you agree?"

She realized from his reaction that she'd obviously misunderstood, that he hadn't been inviting her to go at it here and now. She laughed and blushed, then stood, telling Robert, "I help with clean breakfast things."

"Sasha," Robert said meekly, delaying her departure. "Um, were you asking because, you know, because you'd wanted me to join you, that day, there, in my sister's bedroom?"

She responded by moving back close to Robert, leaning down, and kissing him on the cheek. Setting her eyes on his, she said softly, "We could have mad sex good."

And then with a smile and a phrase Robert had heard so many times in his life from his sister, Sasha said before heading back inside, "Too bad, so sad."

And she was gone.

A moment later, movement in the woods drew Robert's attention, but before he had a chance to panic, he would see that it was only Maria and Henry. The latter greeted Robert and headed into the cabin, while the former stopped to tell him that they hadn't seen anything of concern out in the woods.

"Willie and my brother thought they saw smoke, maybe from a camp fire or chimney," she said, speaking about the next eldest member and about Carlos. "I didn't think it was a good idea, but they went to check it out. It's just half a mile or so, over that way. Is that where one of those cabins you were talking about is?"

Robert responded, and Maria asked about the AK, "Will you help me clean this thing? I called it an AK-47, but Carlos said its an AK-74. Something about it using a different bullet ... smaller one."

They talked about firearms and their differences, taking out the clips of the three assault rifles they had there with them and looking at the different rounds. She pulled the Beretta 9mm out of the holster on her hip and told Robert, "I like this thing. Do you think we can do some target practice, or would that draw unwanted attention?"

They talked more about being here in the woods before Maria excused herself to visit the ladies room and then get some food. Carla had been listening from inside and took this opportunity to come out and sit with her brother a moment, telling him, "Listen, we made a list of things we didn't bring with us or things we don't have enough of. I think we need to go visit the neighboring cabins today or tomorrow at the latest ... see who's home ... do some shopping."

They talked about the idea a few minutes, and after Maria had passed by to go inside, Carla asked in barely above a whisper, "Have you been talking to Carlos much ... about things ... you know ... just, personal things?"

It didn't seem as though her brother was getting her drift, so after looking around for eavesdroppers and feeling safe no one was listening it, she got right to it. "Is Carlos seeing anyone ... or ... was he ... before all this?"

It seemed pretty obvious that Carla was wanting to know whether jumping her former lover's bones was a possibility, and if her brother asked, she'd tell him she was contemplating getting back together with him. She simply hadn't been keeping up on what the man had been doing with his cock recently, and she was curious because it had been a while since any man's cock had been inside her ... and the stress of this new life of theirs was just not very much fun.

 

[ManInTheLoft]

Sasha rose tall after kissing Robert's cheek and said, "Too bad, so sad."

Robert couldn't help but laugh. He told her, "You spend too much time with my sister."

When she arrived, Maria told Robert about how Willie and Carlos had gone to check some smoke. He wasn't worried. "That's probably the Jacksons. Nice, older couple. I'm not surprised they came up from the city."

Robert and Maria talked about different models of rifles. He showed her how to break down and clean the AK-74 she had been carrying. She took to the task with ease and skill. Robert was impressed. When she asked about target practice, he told her, "Tomorrow. We'll take a walk away from the cabin, a mile maybe, maybe less."

He told Carla the same when she asked about supplies, "We'll combine it with getting Maria and the others some target practice."

Robert was shocked when Carla began asking about Carlos, and for a very good reason: he'd had no idea that his sister had once been fucking Carlos! He told her, "No, I don't think he was seeing anyone, but then maybe I wouldn't know, right? You were really sleeping with him and I never knew? My God, that's hilarious."

They laughed and talked some more. Then Robert told Carla the same thing he'd told Terry about Sasha, that they'd only just got here, and there was a lot going on, and they don't know what tomorrow might bring us. "But hey, you're my sister, and I want you to be happy."



A mile away by trail, less so as the crow flies, Willie and Carlos had been watching an older couple (the Jacksons) unloading groceries and other supplies when a big 4x4 pickup emerged from the woods on the narrow, gravel driveway. Within seconds, 8 armed men emerged. The men were all wearing civilian clothing, but the color scheme (tan or brown shirts, blue jeans, and bright yellow campaign hats) told Willie these guys were from the Baker Militia.

The eight divided between pushing their way into the Jackson's home or surrounding it, looking for other occupants. A minute that felt like an hour passed. Then there was gunfire, a scream, more gunfire, and silence.

An angry Carlos growled, "What're we gonna do?"

"We're gonna stay right here!" Willie said. "There's eight of them and only two of us, and we don't know what's happening inside there."

"Those fuckers are killing that old couple!" Carlos contended. "We need to kill them back."

"We're not doing anything until we've told Robert about this!" Willie told the other young man. "And we still don't know what--"

His words ended suddenly as the men who'd invaded the house drug out the corpses of the Jacksons and just dropped them side by side on the ground. The Baker Militiamen began looting the house, filling both vehicles with all the goods (and more) that the couple had just taken inside.

"We're outta here," Willie said. When Carlos said they had to do something, Willie growled, "We are doing something! We're going back to tell Robert about this. He's in command."



"Does anyone have a question about their part in this or in how to use their weapon or anything else?"

Robert looked around to the others after asking his question. He was greeted with silent, serious stares. He asked, "Does anyone not want to be part of this?"

Again, there was silence. It had been a shock to all when Willie and Carlos got back with the news of the execution of the Jacksons. Robert hadn't hesitated to begin putting together a response, and one by one, each of the other seven had asked how they could help to avenge the brutal slaughter of the elderly couple.

"Okay, let's do this, and let's do this right, " Robert said, emphasising, "We all come back here safe and sound. No hero shit. No stupid shit. Got it?"

Willie and Carlos headed back to the cabin with one of the four radios, Roberts instructions to them were, "You are not to engage these guys, you got it? Surveillance only. If they spot you, you run, hard and fast to anywhere but this cabin."

Regarding the radio, Robert had also warned them, "Use the headset. Listen and talk with it, so these guys don't hear you."

Robert was convinced that the Militiamen were going to loot the house and head back down the hill using a road that was as near as a mile at one point. He and the other six headed that way. As they arrived, Willie called on the radio, reporting, "They're leaving now, with both cars, their truck in the lead, the Jackson's SUV behind it."

As Robert was giving orders, one of the girls asked with trepidation, "So, we're just gonna attack these guys, on the road? Use our guns to shoot them?"

Robert looked her in the eyes and said with a stern tone, "These fuckers killed people I know, good people, kind people. I'm gonna fuck'em up."

And with that, the conversation was over. He sent Carla and Terry up the road with a radio with orders that when they heard the trucks coming they were to hide and then radio the word. He positioned the others for the attack, then used the chainsaw to drop a modestly sized tree across the road. It took less than a minute.

Then, they waited. Less than 5 minutes passed before Carla reported the vehicles had just passed. Robert was about to ask how far up the road they got when he heard the cars himself. The fast moving vehicles made the turn and found the road blocked by the downed tree. The 4x4 skidded on the old gravel road but still slammed into the tree; the trunk was shoved forward several feet and cracked but held firm.

A moment later, the tailgating Jacksons' SUV slammed the back of the 4x4. With both rigs now stopped and a great deal of confusion amongst the Militiamen, some of them unloading, Robert opened fire on them with his fully automatic AK-47. Bullets struck metal and flesh both, and men screamed in pain and surprise.

Robert had emptied a magazine and was switching to another when the real battle began. From three different directions, guns were tearing the small convoy apart.
Robert had positioned the others on both sides of the road, up hill of the downed tree, such that they could hit the pickup truck from both sides without fear of friendly fire. Only Henry was downhill from the tree, hiding safely between two large standing trees with a .30-06 that sported a 9x scope.

Robert hadn't known what to expect from the group. He'd actually thought that he might be the only one who fired on the fuckers down below him. But while he was sure he'd hit at least 5 or 6 or the men, perhaps killing half of those outright, the rest of the raiders were killed by the rest of his people.

The scene went silent, except for the cries of some of the shot Militiamen. Some of their targets were writhing about on the ground, but most of them were silent and still, obviously dead. Robert was about to descend from his hiding spot when a single, high powered shot rang out. He ducked down as a second one sounded, then a third. Robert realized that it was Henry who was firing, and he was killing the last of the wounded.

"Cease fire!" Robert called out, repeating the order again into his radio, knowing Henry had the fourth one. "Cease fire!"

"Cease fire, copy," Henry said over the radio after a moment.

"What's happening?" an excited Willie asked over his own radio. "Someone tell us what's happening."

"Stay off the radios," Robert chastised. "Radio silence until I call you back."

The scene went silent except for the sound of Robert's people scrambling out from their hiding places to move slowly toward the two shot up vehicles. Not everyone came up close to the dead; some remained back, simply coming out of hiding to show they were themselves unharmed.

Robert began kicking weapons away from the Militiamen while also ensuring they were dead or at least no harm. He found one of the raiders still alive, looking up at him with scared eyes and reaching a hand out as if seeking help.

Carla and Terry had hustled back down the road, and as they arrived, the latter asked, "What do we do with him?"

The answer came when a pistol shot startled every one and caused the Militiaman's body to jerk to the bullet entering his chest. Robert looked to the shooter with surprise...

 

[ToniTaylor]

"Are you sure about this?" Carla had asked her brother when he'd first made the decision to strike back for the Jacksons. She had pulled him aside so that no others could hear and told him, "They were nice people, and they didn't deserve this. I just want you to be sure you want to do this."

Robert had told her he did, and Carla had reassured him that she was with him. She'd initially wanted to return to the Jackson cabin with Willie and Carlos -- to tend immediately to the deceased couple -- but her brother convinced her that that could wait and that he needed her at the ambush.

"Does anyone have a question about their part in this or in how to use their weapon or anything else?" Robert had asked. "Does anyone not want to be part of this?"

No one had said anything. Carla knew some of the group better than did her brother, and as he looked around to each and every face for signs of what they might be thinking and of how they might be feeling, Carla did as well. She leaned closer to Sasha, who was standing just a bit in front and left of her, and whispered, "You don't have to go."

Without looking back, the young Russian whispered her reply, "Those poor man and woman. Not right."

Carla took that as Sasha's reassurance that she was ready to participate, and looking across to find a hard look on the AK-74 toting Maria, there was no doubt at all that the third of the females was ready to go as well.



"Let's go!" Carla called to the nearby hiding Terry after the vehicles had sped by and she'd reported their approach to the others. She and the teenager hurried back down to the road and then hurried down it, and as they did the forest, hills, and valley below were filled with gunfire and echoing waves of the horrific sound. Carla slowed at first, then hurried again, saying, "Be ready!"

The two of them arrived at the battle zone after the others were already moving slowly toward the crashed vehicles. Carla stepped up between Maria and Sasha, asking, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Maria said with a defiant tone as she stared at the dead and dying.

Sasha had a somewhat shocked look on her face, and Carla pulled her to her, asking, "Are you okay, Sasha."

Before she realized what was happening, the Russian beauty lifted the Beretta dangling at her side and put a bullet through the chest of the last of the still living Militia Men. Carla flinched in surprise, but Maria barely acknowledged the execution, murmuring a moment later, "Good. Good girl."

One of the guys asked Robert, "What do we do now?"

"Cut their heads off and put them on spikes at the edge of the road," Maria growled. Most of the others looked at her in surprise; one or two of them laughed while one of the guys mumbled, "What's wrong with you?"

Maria glared at the guy and -- with a fair amount of venom and foul language -- reminded him of what the Militia Men had done before Carla moved in to settle her down and turn her away from the scene. She looked back over her shoulder to her brother and asked, "Robert, will the Jackson's rig still run?"

Someone reported, "It still is running."

"I'm going back to the Jacksons' cabin," Carla said, urging Maria toward the car's front, passenger side door. "We're gonna bury'em. Sasha ... come with me. I could use some muscle, too."

Carla meant to take some of the guys, obviously, but before any of them could even consider volunteering, Maria spat out, "No, we'll do it ... just us girls. We'll be fine."

"I'll go," Peter said, ignoring Maria. He'd been spending more time working with the girls than the guys, and when he opened a door and moved some stolen goods around to open a seat, none of them intervened.

Carla got behind the wheel and carefully turned the small SUV around, conscious of the ditches on either side of the road. They headed back up the road, and a few minutes later they were pulling up to see the Jacksons dead on the ground; a pair of black crows that had been several yards away, checking out the scene, took flight.

There wasn't much said between the four. It was a somber, sad moment. Carla picked a place away from tree roots, and the four of them took turns with a garden pick and shovel to dig a single, double-wide hole while also trading off to prepare the Jacksons for burial. They wrapped each of them in a blanket from the couple's bed, laid them neatly in the hole, said some words, and filled the hole again. Sasha had found a picture of the couple, sealed it in sandwich bags, affixed it to a piece of wood, and pounded it into the ground as a headstone.

"Let's check the house," Carla said when they were done with the couple. When Sasha asked what she meant, Carla explained, "There will be stuff those guys didn't take that we can use."

"Is wrong, steal from the dead," Sasha said, emotion in her words. "Let rest in peace."

But Carla reassured the girl that they weren't stealing and that the elderly couple would want what they'd had to be used by people who'd cared about them while they were alive as well as taken care of them after they'd passed. The four of them spent the rest of the evening moving things to the SUV -- which they then hid in the woods away from the cabin -- or to the porch to be carried back to their own cabin.

When evening came, all 5 of the absent guys made an appearance at the cabin, carrying their empty backpacks. They filled up with perishables -- most had been in the SUV and had been taken out -- and immediately needed things such as blankets, air pads, winter clothing, and more. After making one last stop at the grave site, the 9 of them hiked back to their own cabin.

 

[ManInTheLoft]

"Cut their heads off," Maria said about the dead Militiamen, adding, "and put them on spikes at the edge of the road."

Henry laughed in agreement; Carlos laughed simply because he wouldn't have expected his sister to say that. Terry, however, asked in shock, "What's wrong with you?"

Maria unleashed with some flowery foul language, and Carla and Robert did their best to calm the others. Robert was shocked when Sasha essentially executed the last living Militiaman. He might have understood his sister doing it and certainly would have expected it from Maria. But Sasha? It really made him wonder whether he truly knew that girl who just that morning had asked him whether he'd wanted or still wanted to be her lover.

Henry on the other hand had flinched at the unexpected shot, then smiled, saying only, "Good. Problem solved."

Carla took charge of dealing with the Jacksons, taking the two other girls and Peter with her. When asked about the other guys, Robert said, "We have to vanish them, and this scene."

The 4x4 started on the first try, and after emptying it of the loot, they began to load it with the bodies but Henry began untying and stripping boots off the dead. Robert tried to stop him, but Henry lashed out, "We're at war, Robert!"

There was a moment of shocked silence, then Henry continued, "This is a civil war, between us and all the fuckers who back Hamilton Baker and all the other assholes who think they can do anything they like, up to and including killing old people just to steal their food!"

Henry went back to unlacing boots as he said, "We are a guerilla army, and guerilla armies take from their enemies so that they themselves can continue the good fight. You know that, Robert. Fuck! You were in Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria!"

That wasn't entirely correct, as Robert had never been stationed in Iraq, although on one trek out into the desert to ambush some ISIS fighters, it was suspected that his unit had actually strayed a mile into the more eastern country. But Robert knew what Henry meant. He warned softly, "Just remember, Henry. These aren't foreign troops. They are people who lived right here in our own town."

Robert gestured to one of the dead, then another, saying, "That guy with the two bullet holes in his chest. That's Parker Keen. He was a year behind me in school and played wide end that year we took second at State. And that guy, the one Sasha executed? That's Ollie Wilson. He worked at the In-N-Out. You remember him. Everyone knew him. His father was Mayor for, like, twenty years, and Ollie was all over the papers that time Jimmy Carter came out here to help build those 20 Habitat for Humanity homes down on Peterson Drive. These aren't foreigners attacking our country. They're our neighbors, and in some cases they are our friends."

Robert stayed close to Henry for a moment as the latter just stared at the dead man. Then the younger man looked Robert hard in the eyes and said firmly before going back to ripping off boots, coats, and other items, "They ain't my friends."

As Henry, Carlos, Willie, and Terry hurried the stolen goods off the road and up the trail out of sight, Robert drove the truck down a side road and over a drop off. It rolled a hundred yards on its tires before striking a tree, toppling to its side, and rolling four or five times before stopping against yet another tree.

It would stay there for now, become the internment site of the Militiamen. Robert wondered how long it would be before the coyotes, crows, vultures, and other scavengers would make meals of the corpses. He also wondered whether or not he should care. He didn't come to a conclusion about that question.

By the time Robert got back to the others, they'd gathered the spent shells -- the Militiamen hadn't gotten off but just a couple of dozen ineffective shots -- cut the downed log, rolled it off the road, and kicked up the bloodied gravel and sawdust until it would take a forensics team to known this had been a murder scene.

"Let's go," Robert told them, and all five of them loaded up as much loot as they could and hiked back to the cabin. Along the way, Robert pulled Henry back a bit from the others and asked with a concerned voice, "You okay? What you did back there. While I understand it, it wasn't necessary."

Henry only said, "Yes, it was."

They didn't speak again until they got to the cabin and Robert directed the others to store away the cargo. "Henry, I need you and Willie to do an inventory of the ammunition and clean the guns. Okay?"

They both agreed and went to it. Robert remained in contact with Carla via the radios, and an hour before sundown, the five of them headed for the Jacksons' cabin to load up on more stuff. Robert pulled Carla aside and asked about the other females. After Carla had given her assessment, Robert asked with the obvious concern of a loving brother, "Are you okay?"

 

[ToniTaylor]

"Are you okay?"

Carla looked to her brother and shrugged. They sat there in silence a couple minutes before Carla said, "I didn't shoot my weapon."

Robert reminded her that neither Willie, Carlos nor Terry had been in the battle either. After a bit, Carla confessed, "I wanted to shoot those guys so bad. Badly, I mean."

She stood and began to walk away but then turned back to her sibling and told him, "Don't you ever send me off to do some sort of bullshit scouting task again. I want to be there ... with you."

And then she was gone, waking away by herself into the darkness. She needed to get away by herself for a while. She didn't go far, just enough to be away from the voices of the others. She found a fallen log that he'd been rotting possibly for decades and sat on its soft upper side ... and just stared off into the star filled sky.



Back at the cabin, Sasha found Robert after a while. Holding out the pistol with which she'd executed the Militia Man, she asked, "Can you show me how to clean this? The others all know how."

Robert did as asked, and Sasha paid close attention ... to Robert, at least. He didn't fail to notice, which led to Sasha asking softly, "Would you like to make love to me ... tonight? I need to be with someone. I need to be with you."

 

[ManInTheLoft]

From just beyond the far end of the cabin and without either of them knowing he was there, Carlos had caught the last part of the conversation between Robert and his sister. He didn't know whether to be turned on or off by Carla's desire to have been part of the shooting down on the road.

Carlos had been coming to Henry to talk about what had happened, but after Carla disappeared into the woods and Sasha stepped up to ask Robert for help with her own weapons, Carlos decided to follow after the other Taylor sibling. He was initially soft of foot, not wanting Robert to hear him, but after he was away from the cabin, Carlos actually looked for things to step on that would go snap in the night.

"Who's there?" Carla called out from the dark.

"It's Carlos," he announced himself, searching for and finding his former lover's silhouette a dozen or more yards away. "Do you mind?"

She didn't answer, so Carlos continued forward until he was standing just a couple of yards away from Carla. The moonlight illuminated her, and despite the current status of their lives and of the world around them, Carlos found her as beautiful and sexy as that night he made love to her on the hood of her little sports car so long ago.



Robert had finished showing Sasha how to reassemble her Beretta and was about to ask her if she was alright after what had happened -- about her executing the Militiaman -- when she asked him softly, "Would you like to make love to me ... tonight? I need to be with someone. I need to be with you."

He studied her for a moment before asking with a concerned tone, "Are you sure? I mean, yes, I want to make love to you. I want to go inside, get a blanket, take you to the woods, and make passionate love to you all night long. But, are you sure?"

What Robert was saying to Sasha without actually saying it was Are you sure you want to make love to ME because you want to make move to ME and NOT because you had a frightening, horrific day and -- like you said -- you need to be with SOMEONE, and not necessarily me?

 

[ToniTaylor]

"That was just about what I'd expected it to be," Carla told Carlos after he'd stood there in the dark just studying her for a long moment. She clarified, "The battle on the road. I've seen enough movies and TV and television news and internet footage ... enough to have known ... or at least thought I knew what to expect after it was all over. While Terry and I were coming back down the road ... after the shooting was over ... I started thinking that maybe I didn't know what to expect. I started being afraid, that I was going to get down there and find some of us shot ... some of us dead. Like ... like all those successful ambushes the stars of the movies or TV series pulled off without anyone ever getting hurt were total bullshit ... and I was going to find my brother and my friends and his friends all dead instead."

She hesitated a moment. Carla had been looking out at the moonlit valley below them, but now she looked up at Carlos. She said in a sincere tone, "I'm glad you weren't there when the shooting started."

Before he could say anything, Carla stood, unzipped her hoody, and peeled it off. The moonlight highlighted her C-cup bosom in a tight tee shirt, and almost instantly the sudden chill caused her nipples to harden conspicuously.

"I need to feel you inside me, Carlos," she said as she stepped closer to him. In a more personal suggestion than her brother thought he'd received from Sasha, Carla said, "I've missed being your lover, and I want you ... if you want me."

She reached out, and if Carlos didn't stop her, Carla would begin undressing him with the intentions of sitting him on the stump, sitting in his lap, and taking him inside her for the first time in over two years.



"Are you sure?" Robert asked Sasha about her wanting to have sex with him. "I mean, yes..."

She studied him with a curious expression as he went on, wondering why he was trying to put up a road block to having his cock inside her. When Robert finally finished, Sasha took the steps about which he'd spoken: she stood, entered the back of the cabin, exited again with a rolled up blanket under her arm, and extended a hand, asking, "Coming with me?"

Robert took Sasha's hand, and she led him away from the cabin at close to a 90 degree angle to which she'd seen Carla disappear into the wood earlier. She led him up and down a deer trail, ducking the occasional low hanging branch and pushing through the shrubs once in a while, until finally she came across a space -- not even a clearing, really -- that was just big enough to lay down the blanket.

Then, turning to face Robert directly and keeping her gaze on his eyes while he watched, Sasha untied and unlaced her boots just enough to push them off with the toes of her other feet, then began removing one item of clothing after another until finally she was standing naked before him.

"You turn," she said with a playful tone as Robert surveyed her moonlight-illuminated form. She squatted down on the blanket and waited, giggling before saying, "Must hurry. Is cold, no?"



Back at the cabin as she'd been looking for one of the blankets they'd scavenged from the Jackson cabin, Sasha had been asked by Maria what she was doing. Sasha saw no reason to hold anything back, telling the other young woman, "Robert and I are going out into the woods to make love."

Maria's eyes had gone wide and her mouth had dropped open, and after a smiling Sasha had departed the cabin again, Maria murmured to herself, "Holy fuck."

She returned to the housekeeping tasks she had been doing while the other guys were moving in and out of the front entrance, doing this and that. Henry entered to drop firewood near the hearth, and Maria studied him for a long moment, recalling how they had been lovers once upon a time. If Sasha and Robert are gonna fuck, and I KNOW that Carla and my brother are gonna start diddling again ... why not?

"Wait a sec'," she called to Henry as he was about to head out. She stood and moved over closer, then said, "Robert said we were gonna set watch stations at 9 ... and ... it's only 8 now ... so I was thinking that if you wanted to go down to the creek with me and filled some of the water bottles..."

Before Henry was able to respond, Maria's hand gently pressed into his crotch, finding the bulge of his manhood and giving it a light groping. Looking into his eyes as she pulled away a moment later, she said, "Just an idea."

She turned away, grabbed one of the empty 3 gallon water bottles, and headed out the door ... smiling.

 

[ManInTheLoft]

"That was just about what I'd expected it to be," Carla told Carlos, adding after some more description of the firefight, "I'm glad you weren't there when the shooting started."

Carlos had had some time to think about what had happened down on the road and about whether he himself had wanted to partake. He hadn't come to a conclusion. He told Carla, "I was concerned about Maria. She, um, she told me she unloaded a full clip from her rifle. But, she also told me she didn't honestly know whether or not she hit anyone. There was just so much going on, I guess."

Suddenly, Carla was on her feet and undressing. Despite the low illumination from just the partial moon above, Carlos got a good look at her shapely body, and before she'd even reached him he was feeling the effects of that view down below his beltline.

"I need to feel you inside me, Carlos," she told him. "I've missed being your lover, and I want you ... if you want me."

As she reached out to pull his coat from his shoulders and unbutton his shirt, Carlos reached for Carla's belt, unfastening it and pulling her tee shirt up and away. As he dropped it to the needle covered forest floor, he took her waist in his hands, pulled her to him, and engaged her in a passionate kiss that had been building up for far too long.

What came next was a desperate rush to free specific body parts from the confinements of their clothing. Carlos unbuttoned and unzipped Carla's jeans, pushing them and her panties downward together before dropping to his knees to kiss her belly, muff, and pussy with eagerness. He grasped her firm, athletic butt cheeks in strong hands, pulling her lips to his, lapping his tongue up and down her slit and probing for, finding, and flicking her swollen clit.

She told him what she wanted, and Carlos obeyed. He unlaced and removed her boots, then helped her shed her pants and panties. He swept her up in his arms, carried her to the stump on which she'd earlier been sitting, and stood her near it. His pants and boxer briefs came down to his ankles, halted by his still laced boots, and he sat on the soft, moss covered log, cringing and laughing about the cold feel of it.

He pulled Carla into his lap, clutching at her ass again. They each recalled how they moved together so well, hands and bodies moving in perfect unison until Carlos felt his cock being forced into Carla's warm, wet tightness. He drew a deep breath at the feeling, then let it out in a long groan, whispering, "Fuck, I've missed you."

It took three or four strokes for most of Carlos's cock to sink fully inside Carla. She was wet by now but almost virgin-tight, making him wonder whether it had been a while for her as it had been for him. With him grasping her ass and she clutching his shoulders, they began fucking hard and fast, his grunts and her soft cries mixing together amongst the trees.

It wasn't long before Carlos pulled his lover hard against him for maximum depth as his balls began to unload. He let out a deep grunt of satisfaction, his eyes closed, his head back. Carlos's heart pounded so hard he could hear or feel it in his ears, in his arms, seemingly all over. When he finally opened his eyes, he found Carla staring directly into them. He laughed.

"Oh my god, Carla," he managed between gasps. "I'd forgotten."

He shifted her about in his lap, looking for a bit more comfort, then pulled her front to his in an embrace against the chill that he was suddenly aware of. He kissed her passionately, chuckled again, and pointed out the obvious, "You're not done."



Robert couldn't believe this was happening; Sasha was stripping off her clothes in the middle of the dark woods for the purpose of having him inside her. He had dreamed of this moment so many times since that first night when he'd seen Sasha naked in his sister's bedroom, only this time, when the last piece of clothing had been shed, his hungry eyes got their first look of her bared front side as well.

She was everything he'd imagined: firm B cup breasts, firm and flat belly, and a bare crotch that even in this low light gave hints of the rolling folds of the outer labia of the pussy she'd invited him to enjoy.

"You turn," she said with a playful tone, adding, "Must hurry. Is cold, no?"

"Cold yes," Robert responded, still just standing there staring at her for a moment before she again asked him to undress and come to her. He did so quickly, shedding his coat, gun belt, and clothes with haste. Seeing her shiver from toe to head, he laughed and promised, "I'm hurrying. Trust me. I'm hurrying."

After shedding his boots, pulling down his trousers and underwear caused his hardened cock to pop out like a Jack-in-the-box. We was a bit more endowed than most with a fat, nine inches that ended in a bulbous, circumcised head. His military service and the needs it placed on him had resulted in the rest of his body being hard and fit as well. He was just what most women looked for in a lover, though, which was ironic as he didn't take advantage of that asset of his life as often as one might imagine.

He laid down on the blanket next to Sasha, pulled the beautiful Russia into him, and kissed her passionately as he let his hand begin roaming, telling her, "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you, Sasha.



Henry was almost out the door to gather another load of firewood when Maria called out, "Wait a sec'."

She reminded him that watch stations didn't have to be set for another hour, then told him, asked if he wanted to help her fill the water bottles, then suddenly had her hand on his package, causing his cock to instantly begin hardening. She made a cryptic suggestion, "Just an idea."

As Maria grabbed up some empty bottles and headed out, Henry just stared. She did just invite you to the stream for sex, right? he asked himself silently.
They'd broken up quite a while back, for reasons that Henry couldn't even recall.
And now, here, she was suggesting they, what, kiss, cuddle, fuck?

He didn't really care what it was she wanted. Henry only knew he wanted Maria again. He snatched up two empty bottles in each hand and one more under each arm and hurried out toward the creek. He couldn't believe that Maria was already out of sight. Terry caught sight of Henry hurrying along and called out, "Whatcha doing? Need help?"

"No, no, I got this!" Henry said with almost a panicked tone. "Just keep doing what you're doing, I'm fine."

The younger man only stared at Henry a moment before shrugging and going back to cutting firewood. Meanwhile, Henry caught up with Maria and followed her another hundred and fifty yards to the cabin's nearest water source. There was a well near the little house, but the electric pump had no power source at the moment and the hand pump was missing a part.

Once they reached the stream and Maria turned to face him, Henry dropped the bottles to the ground and just stood there with a silly look on his face, asking, "Now what?"