"Life Behind Bars" (closed)

[Alice2015]

"Life Behind Bars"

An Alternate Take on Season 3
of
"The Walking Dead"

(This role play is closed.)

Note to the reader:
Although we may use photos
from the original "The Walking Dead" series,
these are all original (not canon) characters,
with their own original backgrounds and histories.​

Tamara (Tam) Wilson
26 years of age
5'8", 36B-25-36, 128 lbs
Hazel-brown eyes, brunette hair
"Tramp Stamp" tattoo.

Polly "Cracker" Wilson
18 years of age
5'5", 35A-24-35, 110 lbs
Hazel-blue eyes, naturally light brunette hair normally worn bleached blonde.



Tamara had been up well before dawn, fully packed, and more than eager to begin today's trek across the West Georgia countryside. She'd insisted on running point, desperate to be out in front of the other members of her party. She wanted them and their scrutinizing stares to be at her back, out of her sight.

How fucking embarrassing, she thought for the umpteenth time after two hours of slow transit through the forest brought them to an empty country road. She led them onto the black top and headed west at an increased speed, still maintaining the lack of both verbal and nonverbal communication. Tamara had been often tempted to peek back at the others, to observe their expressions, to try to imagine what was going through their minds. But instead, with only a few over the shoulder half glances to ensure that they were still behind her, she just maintained their trek toward parts unknown and, with any luck, safety from a world that had fallen apart.

It had been almost a year since the Walker Uprising tore apart Tamara's world. She'd only recently returned home when it began, armed with Bachelor and Master degrees in Animal Husbandry and a grant from the Georgia State Department of Agriculture. She was going to turn around the bankrupt and foreclosed upon Wilson Family farm: she'd imagined raising exotic animals, holding farming and ranching classes for local school kids, and playing hostess for dude ranch style weekend and vacation opportunities for city folk.

Instead, she'd found herself blowing the brains out of mindless Walkers with a variety of firearms as other family members, ranch hands, friends, neighbors, and even strangers secured the property with extra fencing, moats, pits, and a wide variety of traps meant to secure the Walkers by night so that they could be killed, collected, and burned by day.

The mayhem had begun to lessen, and the family and farm's new residents had begun reclaiming some normalcy in their lives. Tamara had even found a lover amongst the refugees from the city, the 8 year younger Justin who until arriving here had never been closer to a cow than during the act of opening a container of milk bought at the store. The residents had secured an acre for a vegetable garden, reclaimed the fruit orchard and nut grove, and even captured some of the wayward fryer rabbits and once again begun breeding them when all hell broke loose. Under a moonless sky, an unstoppable wave of Walkers overran the property, driving the living off the land and westward. Tamara lost her father, brother, and step brother that night as the trio fought to ensure the family's women escaped.

Tamara and her not quite yet 18 year old sister Polly did slip off into the dark, accompanied by half a dozen others, including Justin, their 16 year old cousin Terry, a couple of old friends from before the uprising, and a couple of new ones made since. They'd headed west, making and losing friends along the way until today, almost another year later, their group numbered 14. The current team lineup had remained unchanged for the past 8 months, with the members beginning to consider themselves more as family then as friends...

...which had made the now 18 year old Polly's request to her older sister even more mortifying.



Yesterday afternoon:

"It's time I lost my virginity," Polly announced suddenly while she and her sister were bathing in the relatively warm waters of a slow moving creek. When Tamara looked up from splashing away the suds of some recently scavenged soap, Polly dropped the big bomb, "And I think Justin should be the one I do it with."

"Justin?" Tamara responded with a tone of disbelief. "Justin? My boyfriend."

"Who else?" Polly asked, shrugging. The younger Wilson stretched herself as much as possible to peek over a patch of cattails to the men who were bathing 50 yards downstream. Looking back to her sister, she asked, "Who else would you suggest I let make me a woman?"

Tamara followed her younger sister's gaze to the male members of the group. For reasons that varied as much as did they, Tamara had a deep respect for each and every one of the men, even for her younger cousin Terry who rarely if ever acted like the man he should have been becoming, now at nearly 18 years of age. At one time or another, each of these men had risked their lives to benefit the group, and some had even risked their lives to save Tamara, Polly, or both. But, c'mon: there wasn't a one of them Tamara would want to one day discover pumping away between the thighs of her sister as Polly laid on her back in a grassy meadow, crying out in sexual pleasure.

The Wilson girls finished their bath, dried, dressed, and took a walk down the country road to talk some more on the topic. Tamara tried to convince Polly that she was being rash, only to have Polly remind Tamara that she herself had lost her virginity at 15 to a 19 year old she'd met only 10 hours earlier. Tamara then tried to convince Polly to find love first, only to have her little sister remind her that she and Justin had begun bumping uglies after knowing one another for just a week.

"It took you months to realize it was love, not just lust," Polly reminded her sister. "Hell, most of the time when you weren't naked and sweatin' it up in the barn, you couldn't stand being with one another."

It was true, of course. It had taken Tamara a long time to take to a fully dressed Justin. In the beginning, Justin had been little more than a convenient and available cock attached to a brain that knew how to make it work effectively. It was only after she began to see how much Justin cared about her, her family, her people, and all of their futures that she came to realize that she truly did love this man.

"I'm not a little girl anymore, Tam," Polly went on. "I've killed a couple of dozen Walkers, with guns, with a machete, an ax. Hell, I put a end of a rifle barrel through a Walker's eye socket! I even killed a real person. Like us! Living, breathing. To save you, no less."

"I know that," Tamara interrupted. "Don't you think I know that?"

"I'm not a little girl," Polly continued. "I'm a woman! With one exception. One obvious exception."

They walked on in silence for a long while, stopped, turned back toward the camp, and started up the conversation again. Tamara brought up each of Polly's options in male partners, quickly turning the discussion to why each of them was inappropriate for the role. Tamara's hope was to eliminate each and every one of the available and convenient cocks, including the one that invaded her own body from time to time.

But it didn't work. After they'd been through the entire list of adult agemale group members -- even discussing the under age and too-closely related cousin Terry, though Polly shrugged that thought off almost immediately -- they went through it once again, only to have Polly declare firmly, "I'm losing my virginity, Tam. Tonight ... tomorrow night. Right now, soon as we get back. I just know it's gonna happen. And I don't care who I do it with."

Honestly, Polly did care to whom she surrendered her purity and childhood. Of the current 14 members of their group, there were only 6 males from whom Polly could pick for such an event. One was 3 times her own age, one was her cousin, one was married to another team member, one was kind of a dick (but not the kind she was wanting to experience), one was barely 16 but more often than not acted closer to 14, and -- of course -- one had been fucking Polly's sister on a regular basis for more than a year.

But the point of the conversation, as far as Polly was concerned, was to get her sister to understand that Justin was the only viable option and that she, Tamara, needed to find a way to make it happen.

"You love Justin, right?" Polly asked softly as they neared the road side camp.

"Of course I do," Tamara responded without hesitation.

"And he loves you."

"Of course," the older sibling answered, again quickly.

"And nothing can change that."

"No, nothing can--"

Tamara realized where her little sister was going with this and laughed. She confirmed her sister's direction with, "No, nothing can change how we feel for one another, not even having sex with you to, as you insist on calling it, to make you a woman."

They stopped short of the camp, with Tamara turning to study her sister for a moment. "I'll talk to Justin--"

Polly practically leaped into her older sister's arms, thanking her profusely. They had a firm conversation about how, if Justin agreed, Polly had to understand that this was a one time thing. "After that, you'll just have to go back to touching yourself again."

That resulted in laughter and some back and forth conversation, with Polly swearing she didn't do that kind of thing and Tamara confessing that she'd caught the girl on more than one occasional fulfilling her need on her own.

They agreed to shelf the conversation entirely and talk about it again the next day after Tamara had pulled Justin aside and asked him for his opinion. Only, that wasn't the way things went: someone, they never discovered who exactly, had overheard some of the conversation at some point; and by the time most of the team had retired for the night and the evening watch was set, the entire group knew that Polly had asked to be fucked by her sister's lover and that Tamara had agreed to at least make an inquiry of Justin.

Now:

Tamara slowed to a stop as the forest to the left of the road thinned and she caught sight of something unexpected. She studied what lay before her for a moment, abandoned all thought of the subject about which she'd steamed the entire day, and gestured the others forward with urgency. As they joined her, they got their own view of what had brought their point man to a stop...

https://i.imgur.com/y2QuGq8.jpg?1​

"The West Georgia Correctional Facility," their leader said knowingly. He was a former Sheriff Deputy so, while this wasn't at all his neck of the woods, he knew his prisons and their locations. "I knew it was 'round here some place but didn't know exactly where."

A conversation began about whether the location might make a viable home for the tired wanderers, and once the decision had been made to at least check it out, the group began forward off the road and toward a trail that crossed to near the perimeter fence.

Tamara remained in place, hoping to have a moment with her sister after the others had passed. Polly obliged, remaining at her side until the rest of the group was down the trail. Justin was the only one to peek back over his shoulders, a questioning and somewhat concerned expression on his face as he took in the two sisters for a moment.

"This doesn't change anything," Polly said before Tamara could open her mouth. "I'm still losing my virginity tonight. With Justin."

The younger sibling began forward but stopped after a dozen yards or so. She turned to look at her sister, smiled wide, and stated with humor, "Actually, maybe it does changes one thing."

She glanced over her shoulder toward the prison, then looked back to Tamara. Her smile became devilish in humor as she said, "Maybe we'll find a nice, friendly murderer or rapist to claim my virginity."

The two sisters laughed together, though for different reasons, before Polly turned to head down the trail ahead of her pursuing sister, adding, "I'm sure you'd prefer that, wouldn't ya, Tam?"

"Just..." Tamara began, laughing as she caught up and gently prodded her sister to move faster. "Just ... shut up for now, and get down the hill."

 

[TiredFingers]

Alice and I just had a PM discussion about the direction we wanted this role play to go, and we have decided to instead write it as a multi writer story out in the Literotica.com story section.