"Perpetuating the Species"

[TiredFingers]

"Perpetuating the Species"​

(Looking for a female writer. Please PM me to learn the story's direction.)​

March 2030:

A dozen years had passed since the Great Plague nearly wiped out the human race. The virus had been the perfect killer: highly contagious but with a long incubation period, it spread to every corner of the globe before the first victims began to show symptoms. And with a mortality rate of 98%, it wasn't long before the entirety of the planet was in turmoil and mayhem.

The survivors fell into two categories: those who were immune and those who simply had not been infected and, thus, didn't know their immunity status. And then there were the rumors that the virus was constantly mutating, making those immune to the original bug susceptible to the new variations.

The result was that many survivors hid themselves away, in secured buildings, in isolated wilderness cabins, on islands in rivers, bays, and oceans. The Great Plague had killed 7 billion people outright; and the mayhem of the weeks, months, and years to come had killed many of those who'd survived the bug. And yet the population of Earth continued to dwindle because ... well ... there was no one to fuck anymore.



Robert Thomas laid on his back, staring up at the clear blue sky. He saw clouds and birds, as he did every day. Nothing else. It had been a decade since he'd last seen the slowly dissipating contrail of a jet cut a path through the lower atmosphere. It had been a gigantic military cargo plane, and at the time Robert had thought, hoped, and even prayed that maybe that linear cloud meant civilization was already on the mend; that there was still a working government and military; and that he would be seeing more and more of the exhaust trails as things began moving back toward normal.

Of course, it hadn't been. The sky was empty of aircraft. The freeways empty of freight trucks. The city streets empty of taxis, soccer mom SUVs, bicycles, and skateboarders. In those early days after the outbreak, there had been some residual human activity in places. But, very little anymore.

Robert lifted his head to look to his wife as she toyed with the obvious feature near the middle of his naked body. It was a beautiful, sunny late spring day, and on days like this all Emma ever wanted to do was get naked and fuck. Who was Robert to argue to that? They'd fully unzipped his sleeping bag, laid it out upon the top of a grassy knoll, and driven each other to orgasm before laying back in one another's arms to stay at the wondrous sky above.

"Are you prepping it for another go around?" he asked, watching her fingers fiddle deftly with his semi-hard cock.

They laughed together before he pulled her atop him, positioning himself as they kissed passionately. Soon, he was hard and inside her again, heading them toward another--

That was when a deep boom echoed over the landscape, startling both of them. Robert immediately rolled Emma to her back, laying atop her as he searched in every direction for the source of the rifle shot. It took a moment for him to realize that the shooter had to be some distance away.

"Get dressed," he told her, rolling off her and dressing quickly as his eyes continued to scan all about. They were well hidden by the three foot tall wild grass that had long ago taken over the former wheat field, but Robert knew that if they'd been seen moving this direction in the first place, the shooter could very well know where they were. Once he had his clothes back on and looked to find Emma dressed as well, he told her, "Stay low. We're gonna try for that little grove over there ... for cover."

He took her by the hand and -- bent over at the waist -- led her the seventy yards or so to the little grove of trees surrounding a massive, ancient oak tree. Once under cover, Robert dropped his pack, and pulled out the 9mm pistol he had packed away. He knew it was empty -- had been for almost two years -- but he also knew that it was better to appear armed than to appear not to be.

Several minutes passed without Robert finding any evidence of the shooter. Then, his heart practically exploded from his chest when a huge white dog appeared in the grove and began barking, growling, and gnashing its big teeth. Robert didn't recognize the breed but he knew it came from a general group of dogs called Livestock Dogs, popular with ranchers for their willingness to protect herds from coyotes, wolves, even cougars.

Robert had spun and pointed the handgun at the dog, hoping it understood what a firearm was. For what seemed a lifetime, the two stared one another down: the dog menacing the strangers, and Robert trying to talk the dog down.

"Carly!" a male voice called from somewhere out of sight. The dog went quiet yet continued to stare down the strangers. Perhaps less than 100 feet away yet still out of sight, the man ordered, "Guard!"

The big dog went silent, closing its jowls to hide its teeth as it sat on its haunches. A moment later, the man asked, "Are you going to shoot my dog?"

Robert searched the grass for evidence of the man, and while he thought he had the general direction down, he still couldn't find the stranger. After a bit, Robert responded, "Is your dog going to eat me?"

"Depends," the man answered after a moment.

"On...?" Robert asked without hesitation.

After a moment, the man answered, "On whether you plan on putting that gun back in your pack."

Robert considered his options for a moment, then stuffed the semi-automatic back into his pack. He was about to tell the man he'd disarmed himself when movement caught his attention to the left ... not where he thought the man had been hiding and only half as far away. The man wore desert style camouflage, which had hid him well in the brown, tan, and yellow grasses; and he leveled an over-under shotgun -- large, likely a 12 gauge -- from his chest at the couple. As the man moved slowly forward, Robert raised his hands as if surrendering, urging in whisper for Emma to do the same.

"Are you immune?" the man asked. When Robert didn't respond, the man stopped -- now about 30 feet away beyond the edge of the little grove -- and stressed as he lifted the long gun higher, "Are you immune to the bug?"

"Yes!" Robert snapped, angry with himself for having let them get caught like this. "Yes, we've been exposed ... years ago, during the outbreak ... then again a couple of years ago."

"Mutation?" the man asked with a concerned tone as he took a half step back.

"No, original strain," Robert said reassuringly. "There was no mutation. I swear. I was a virologist. I promise you, despite what the Press was saying back after the Plague. There was no mutation."

Robert began to have the same concern that the stranger was showing, and after a moment of studying one another, he asked the man with the gun, "Are you immune? Were you exposed?"

The man hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. Me and my whole family. Must have been something in my blood, 'cause I lived and my children lived ... but ... my wife died."

The man studied Robert and Emma for a long moment, then -- lowering the shotgun to his waist but remaining on guard -- half turned and nodded down the hill. "I have a home down on the creek. Are you hungry? You look like you could eat."

Robert looked to Emma for her feelings about what had happened and about this man and his invitation, but before she could answer, the man said, "My name is Carl. Carl Younger."

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(I am looking for a female writer to write 3 characters: Emma (who you can rename if you wish) and Carl's two daughters, one of whom is an 18 year old virgin and one of whom is a 19-23 year old whose sexual experience you can decide for yourself. The gist of the story is that Carl is going to ask Robert to breed with his daughters, in exchange for some badly needed traveling supplies. To learn more about me, look at this post in the Seeking Thread

 

[Alice2015]

Emma
23 years old
5'6", 128#
B cup

http://i.imgur.com/vHzdysc.jpg?1

Emma had just been getting into a rhythm astride Robert's groin when the shot went off. It startled her, not just because it was a gun shot but because it was so unexpected. In an instant, Robert had rolled Emma to her back, protecting her as he searched their surroundings before rolling off and demanding, ""Get dressed."

In a flash, she donned her shorts, cropped top, and boots, not even considering the panties and socks laying on the blanket, which was also, for the moment at least, forgotten. She crouched low on her hands and feet with bent knees, ready to run or do what ever Robert commanded next. Emma had known Robert since she was just 12 years old, just a year after the Great Plague. She'd been infatuated with him for years prior to her coming of age and them becoming a couple. And during all that time she'd done every thing Robert asked or demanded of her, knowing that the man would die before he ever harmed or failed her. Soon, they were crouched and hurrying through the grass for a small stand of trees. Emma fell at the base of one of the trees, suddenly realizing that tears were flowing down her cheeks. It had been a long time since they'd last faced human danger. There weren't that many people left to begin with, but there never seemed to be a shortage of people eager to do harm to others. She looked to Robert, waiting for some indication that they were going to be alright. Then she screamed, seeing a huge dog standing just a few yards from them, fangs bared as it growled and snapped.

After a long moment of stand off between Robert and the dog, a second male voice called out, "Carly!"

The sound of the male voice was, surprisingly, a comfort to Emma. It meant that the dog was a service animal, likely a herd dog or guard dog doing its job and not a feral dog looking for dinner. Emma listened to the exchange between the two men, crouched behind the trunk of the tree and only peeking out to look at the man. She only rose from her hiding position after the man lowered his rifle, partially, and offered, "Are you hungry? You look like you could eat."

As if wanting to ensure the man knew the answer, Emma's stomach growled on cue. The last time they'd eaten was late last night, finishing off the last of a rabbit they'd snared and smoked, as well as the last of some spring mushrooms and some fiddlehead fern fronds. Hunger was an almost constant friend to Robert and Emma: they'd learned a great deal about hunting, fishing, trapping, and foraging, but it hadn't been enough to keep their bellies full. They'd found a small cabin that had surprisingly been abandoned after being well stocked, and they thought that they'd ride out the winter there in relative comfort. But then the worst storm in a decade struck, and the food ran out before the snow had cleared enough to allow them to return to living off the land. They'd left the cabin as soon as they could, heading for lower elevations away from the snow pack. And that was what eventually led them here.

"My name is Carl." the man told them. "Carl Younger."

Emma was waiting for Robert to take the lead on introductions, but when her stomach anxiously rolled over again, she announced, "I'm Emma." She looked for her partner's reaction, then continued, "This is my husband, Robert." Another moment passed without anything from the man who typically was the Alpha of the couple, and stepping up to take Robert's hand in hers, Emma said, "Your invitation to dinner is very welcome." She squeezed Robert's hand firmly, looking to him to ask, "Isn't that right, baby?"

 

[TiredFingers]

Carl's perspective:

Carl's eyes widened a bit as the woman crouching behind the tree stood and revealed herself ... or, more specifically, her body. It had been quite a while since he'd seen a woman who was young or beautiful, let alone both. Her cropped top and low riding shorts showed off more skin than they hid, and without realizing he was doing it, Carl was ogling her in a way that was making the other man seem a bit uncomfortable.

"I'm Emma ... This is my husband, Robert," she announced.

Carl had expected the two to be a couple of some sort, though there had been the possibility that they were siblings, too. He hadn't had time to consider the options yet, of course: he was focused on the fact that the other man had a gun and the fact that the woman with him was causing his cock to harden inside his worn jeans.

"Your invitation to dinner is very welcome ... Isn't that right, baby?"



Robert's perspective:

The other man's ogling of his wife made Robert more than a bit uncomfortable: it made him mad ... and concerned. Many a man -- young and old -- had yearned for Emma even before she'd begun bleeding and, therefore, been available to the community for breeding purposes. In an effort to perpetuate the species with the greatest genetic diversity, it was becoming standard practice in many communities for women of child bearing age to have children by several different men. Barely more than a decade had passed since the near annihilation of the human race, and already the social norms of sexual interaction were being turned on their heads.

Neither Robert nor Emma had been hip on the idea of her becoming a breeder. Their flirtations had led to them each understanding that they wanted one another, so one night they stuffed their packs and stole some weapons and headed west for the Rockies. Robert took Emma's virginity that first night on the trail, after promising her that no other man would ever touch her while he was alive.

And now this stranger was ogling Emma like a fresh piece of ass at the local meat market club. He reminded himself, stranger with a double barreled shotgun.

Emma broke his deep thought with, "Your invitation to dinner is very welcome ... Isn't that right, baby?"

Robert looked to the young beauty, then to the man politely gesturing them toward the trail. He feigned a slight smile, answering, "Yes ... I could definitely eat."



Carl's perspective:

He hadn't been sure whether he should lead the couple down the hill, thus putting his back to them; or allow them to take the lead so he could keep an eye on them. The latter would have concerned them, Carl knew, likely making them wonder whether this was some kind of kidnapping trap. So, simply headed down the hill toward the distant forest, occasionally glancing back with a casual expression just to ensure that they weren't doing anything that should concern him.

He intentionally ignored the well disciplined dog for almost the first hundred yards, knowing that Carly would continue to sit there until her belly growled for food, even if it didn't do so until the next sunrise. But after he'd he noticed that the distance between the couple and himself had increased from about twenty yards to forty, he gave a loud whistle, and in just seconds the big dog had returned to his side, passing by the couple with great speed.

At the bottom of the hill, they curled around an arm of trees reaching out into the meadow to see his home...

http://i.imgur.com/SteRCH4.jpg?1

There were two log cabins, a log barn, and several outbuildings made of cut lumber. The larger buildings dated back to the late 19th century, but the newer ones had been built during the last half of the 20th. And all had had constant upkeep and maintenance over the years, so in various places the logs, planks, and other features didn't quite match in color or style of construction.

Carl stopped to open a gate and looked back to the couple, saying with a bit of a smile, "Home sweet home."



Robert's perspective:

The walk down the hill seemed to take forever, despite the fact that it was less than half a mile in distance. He found it ironic that if he and Emma had approached their love making location from the west side of the knoll rather than the east, they would have seen the house sitting there on the edge of the woods.

As they walked, Robert held Emma's hand tightly ... and held her back, too, whispering for her to take it easy. He let the distance between them and Carl increase -- almost doubling -- so that he could talk to her about their options should this all go horribly wrong, horribly fast. Their options were limited, considering Carl's shotgun, Carl's dog, and Carl's home field advantage.

"You run west ... I'll run east..." he whispered in between Carl's glances back at them. "Keep low ... I'll try to draw the dog ... remember the creek with the log, a day back ...? We'll meet there..."

When they reached the edge of the property, Robert found himself shocked. First, because they'd reached the property without a gang of armed men jumping out to take them hostage. And second, because it was ... well, impressive was the word. It wasn't just the buildings, though: in every direction were the signs that this was a flourishing, self sustaining homestead. There were chickens and ducks and geese and goats and a horse, as well as Carly's four little puppies, which meant that somewhere around here was a male dog as well. Off to one side was a garden of plants held over from the previous autumn: onions and asparagus and broccoli and ... and things Robert didn't even recognize. And off to another side was a second garden that had only recently been planted, with some of the rows indicated only by the lines in the dirt while others showed tiny shoots already breaking through the surface.

The only thing missing that Robert expected to see was more people. It seemed obvious that Carl hadn't done all this work on his own. He and Emma passed through the gate, which the property owner closed behind them before heading up toward the nearest house.

"If you want, you can put your things in that one," Carl said, pointing to a small building made of cut lumber. As he continued, he pointed in various directions, to various objects of buildings. "It's got a wood stove for heat ... and there's fire wood over there ... and an ax for kindling. There's a bath tub in that outbuilding right there if you want to drag it over. I can help, but ... well, it's just a half wine cask, so I'm sure the two of you can get it moved. Clean water at the pump over there. Outhouse is yonder. Watch the ground squirrel. He thinks it's his shitter."

Carl laughed for the first time since meeting the couple. It wasn't a long or loud laugh, but Robert still smiled at it. "Thank you, Carl. We, um ... we really appreciate this."

Carl nodded. "Of course. Momma would have called it the right and neighborly thing to do. Of course, my father would have said 'While you're over there chopping wood, cut some for the main house, too.' My father wasn't one to give without gettin' in return."

"I'd be more than happy to cut some wood," Robert said quickly. "It's only right--"

Carl laughed, waving Robert off. "No, I wasn't hinting or anything. Just ... rambling, I guess."

He looked off toward the larger of the two log cabins, then off to the other buildings as if searching for something. Robert took it as an opportunity to ask the question that had been on his mind almost since meeting the other man. "So ... you can't possibly be the only person here ... are you?"

Carl looked back to Robert, then to Emma, then back to the other man. His expression was one of hesitance, though Robert wasn't sure what was driving that emotion.

"We don't get visitors often," Carl said, his use of the term we answering Robert's question in a roundabout way. Carl looked back to Emma and -- as if certain that her answer could be trusted more -- asked, "Can you assure me that ... that I'm not going to be sorry for having brought you to my home?"

Robert looked to Emma as she responded, a bit hurt by the fact that the question was addressed to her and not him. But he said nothing to show his disappointment, instead just turning his attention back to Carl once his wife was done talking.

After a moment -- with his attention firmly upon Robert -- Carl raised his fisted hand into the air high above his head, splayed his fingers, then waggled his hand. He lowered his hand as he continued to study Robert, then turned to look toward the cabins.

 

[Alice2015]

With all the additional dangers and horrors a woman faced that a man didn't in this new, uncertain world, Emma should have been more concerned about their situation than she was. She and Robert were being invited by an armed stranger to an unknown location where an unknown number of other strangers might be waiting to kill Robert and rape her. Oh sure, he'd said that he had two daughters with him, but he hadn't said who else might be on the property, too. But, there was something about Carl that made Emma trust him. Even after she'd found him ogling her well displayed form. As they headed down the hill, Robert began plotting their escape should something go wrong.

"Relax," Emma whispered, squeezing her husband's hand reassuringly. After Carl peeked back at them, smiling politely before turning back, she whispered, "Nothing's gonna happen. He's nice. And ... I think he wants the company."

The farm was unbelievable. It was like something out of Little House on the Prairie which she'd seen as a little girl on TV Land before the Great Plague, if you ignored the dozen now-abandoned 20th and 21st century internal combustion vehicles sitting in a row on the outskirts of the property, including cars, pickup trucks, tractors, and ... was that a Zamboni? She told Carl, "It's beautiful. I haven't seen anything like this since I was a little girl."

"If you want, you can put your things in that one," Carl said, beginning to explain about what he was offering the couple before making a joke about an outhouse loving squirrel, then laughing.

When Robert inquired about whether or not Carl was alone, she presumed he meant other than the man's two daughters. She was eager to meet the two little girls. At least, until she actually saw them. The first stepped out of the front door of the larger log cabin, a stunningly beautiful woman in her mid-twenties...

http://i.imgur.com/9Jo35Vf.jpg?1

...and a moment later, the second daughter emerged from the between the open doors of the barn. She was younger, perhaps 18, and while she wasn't as dramatically stunning as her older sister, she was all too well rounded in a way Emma knew men liked...

http://i.imgur.com/VtrJ3Jn.jpg?1

Emma peeked up at her husband as he caught sight of the two females and thought she caught the same expression on Robert's face as Carl had donned upon seeing her out in the grove. She jerked playfully on Robert's hand, catching his attention.

"You're married," she whispered in a growl with a devilish smirk on her lips.

 

[TiredFingers]

Carl:

"Girls!" Carl called out, waving in each of their directions to signal them to him. "We have guests! Come say hello!"

Carl turned back to the couple at that very moment when Emma jerked on her husband's hand and reminded him that he was married. Carl couldn't tell whether she'd been trying to be discretely inconspicuous or playfully conspicuous, but either way he almost chuckled. He knew that his daughters were physically beautiful, each in their own very different way.

He shared a polite smile with Emma and Robert when they glanced back his way, telling them with a somber tone, "It's just the three of us now ... after losing their mother to the Plague. I have a son who survived as well ... the reason I think it's about bloodlines. But went to the Capital about a year ago when there had been a call to build an army to combat some militias that were attacking people, and ... well ... we haven't seen him ... him or the army ... so ... we fear the worst."

The two girls arrived about the same time from their different directions. He introduced them by name (OOC: You forgot to tell me their names), then introduced Emma and Robert. "They're gonna stay for dinner ... sleep over in the guest house."

(It wasn't really a guest house, actually. Before the plague, when the property had belonged to a family that had been thorough wiped out by the bug, the owners had fixed up a work shop as a living quarters for their junkie son so he'd have a place to dope himself up without bothering them. Ironically -- and, of course, unknown to Carl -- the kid had survived the plague only to overdose several of months later to a powdered poison that he'd mistaken for heroine while already high. Carl had found his rotting corpse sitting in a chair by the fireplace, needle still stuck in his decaying arm. Carl feared even now -- more than 11 years later -- that the little house still had the stench of death about it.)

The daughters and guests exchanged their greetings, during which Carl watched Robert's eyes to see whether they managed to stay above his daughters' collar bones. They didn't. Try as he might, the male visitor couldn't help but to take a few peeks lower than socially acceptable, first to his youngest daughter's impressive Double D bosom, then his elder daughter's groin which was dramatically highlighted by the pair of jeans that fit her legs and personal area so tightly that she might have just been wearing panties. (Carl had tried to get her to ditch that pair, but she'd insisted that they felt better than some of the pairs he thought would be more practical.)

Ironically, Carl wasn't upset about Robert's ogling of his daughters. In fact ... he was thankful for it. He had had plans for his daughters for several years, plans that required the assistance of a male who did not share the girls' blood line, plans -- considering Robert's impressive physique -- that Carl was finally going to attempt to put in the works.



Robert:

It was absolute torture, standing her before these two erotically beautiful, young women, dressed in their tight and/or revealing clothes, while both their father and his wife watched him closely for an inappropriate reaction. Robert had been very happy with Emma all their years together, of course. He loved being her husband. He loved her. And he loved making love to her.

But c'mon, it had been forever since he'd seen a beautiful woman other than his equally beautiful wife. It would have been near impossible for a healthy, warm blooded man to not look at such womanly curves when they were put right before his face.

Robert wasn't sure who he should be concerned about most when it came to his glances at the girls' figures: the father with a gun who might shoot him if he suspected ill intent; or the wife with old fashioned ideas about monogamy and fidelity who might cut his gonads off in the middle of the night if she suspected that he was doing something improper with them.

"You have two beautiful daughters, Carl," Robert said after the introductions had ended. They were beautiful. Every one here knew that, even the girls. And to not point that out would have made Robert appear as if he was feeling guilt for even noticing their attractiveness. He chuckled a bit, then -- allowing the others to note that he did it -- he let his gaze fall to the young women's bodies for just a quick moment before he chuckled.

"I'm surprised there isn't a line from the gate to Denver of men wanting to propose," he said, chuckling again. He looked about the property, then back to Carl as he finished, "Or, is there one and I just didn't see it?"

Robert had meant his entire monologue to come across and playful and funny, but by the time he'd finished he could feel his face exploding in a nervous and embarrassed blush.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: I like how you divide up your characters. I'm going to do that, too.)

Emma:

"Girls!" Carl called out, directing his daughters over.

Girls...? Emma thought, wanting to shake her head and snort her derision but resisting. These aren't girls: these were women!

"It's just the three of us now ..." Carl went on, talking about his deceased wife and missing son. When the girls arrived, he introduced the four of them.

The elder of the girls was Becky. She was slim and tall, at least 2 inches taller than the 5'6" Emma. Add to that the thick heels of her dusty, worn, work boots and by the time her introduction was completed, Emma already hated her. Her long legs were highlighted by tattered jeans that would have been considered very stylish back about the time of her birth. Emma knew, however, that the rips and tears in this pair of denim were not about fashion but were likely the result of long hours of real work. Becky, Emma would learn later, had celebrated her 25th birthday just days earlier, making her almost two years older than Emma herself.

The younger daughter, Kimberly, who had celebrated her 18th birthday just last month, was closer to being a girl in age than her sister, but that was where the girlishness ended. Kimberly's figure was full and curvy and, with far too many of the buttons of her shirt loose, showing off her plentiful cleavage, she reminded Emma of the adult women she'd known, admired, and wished to become during all those years of her youth when she was waiting for Mother Nature to kick her puberty into forward gear. And yes, by the time that introduction was done, Emma hated Kimberly just as much as she did Becky.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," she lied with a wide smile, stepping closer to shake each of their hands. "Been far too long since I had the chance to talk to another woman ... and how I have two of them. Joyous."

"They're gonna stay for dinner..." Carl told his daughters, continuing, "... sleep over in the guest house."

As the five of them conversed about this, that, and the other thing, Emma turned her attention to Carl for a moment. During the drama of the last many minutes, Emma hadn't really taken note of the man's rugged handsomeness. She looked him over now as he talked, and she found herself comparing him to Robert. Both men were buff, if she remembered the word correctly: well built, masculine, macho in appearance. But there were differences between the two also. Despite living in a post-apocalyptic world, Robert had shaved almost every day since first noticing the peach fuzz on his upper lip and chin. He'd found a straight edge razor and a leather strop in a barber shop years ago and had insisted on being clean shaven, particular before he and Emma got busy, which of course was almost every day. And even when they were making their way someplace, moving from this place to that, which again was almost every day, he insisted on beginning the day in clean clothes. More often than not, as they walked the roads or trails of the Great Plains or Rockies, there were wet clothes hanging from the back of Robert's pack, washed in a creek or lake before setting out for the day and now drying in the sun.

Carl, on the other hand, looked like he hasn't seen the sharp side of a razor since before the last full moon, if even then. And his old, worn jeans and each of the three layers of shirts below his jacket showed obvious signs of needing to find a tub of hot, soapy water. It wasn't like he was filthy. Emma knew from the look of the ranch that he worked long, hard hours, and that kind of labor was dirty work. But it was easy to surmise that Carl had likely put the clothes on dirty this morning, as opposed to simply dirtying them up through this particular day.

"You have two beautiful daughters, Carl," Robert said after the introductions had ended.

Emma's heart skipped a beat at her husband's compliment of the two beauties. As he continued, she squeezed her hand ever tighter on Robert's, causing one of his knuckles to crack at the pressure. But he continued, and by the time he was finished, Emma was pretty sure Robert was about ready to pull it away and cry out in pain.

"Suddenly, I'm wishing I'd insisted on a ring when we exchanged our vows, Robert," Emma said with a playful tone that belied her true intent of ensuring that the two girls knew Robert was her husband and was taken, as opposed to just being some guy she was traveling with who was available to them. She laughed, pulling Robert closer to her, saying with humor about him, "Mine!"



Becky:

Even after her father had called her out to meet the strangers, the elder sister had contemplated simply going back to her work and ignoring the visitors. But Becky always did what Daddy said. That was just the kind of daughter she was. As she got nearer the couple, she began to feel increasing panic deep inside her. Her heart began to pound, and she found herself having to control her breathing to keep it normal-seeming.

Becky was no idiot: she knew exactly why these people had been invited to the ranch. This man wasn't the first her father had contemplated as being the sperm donor for his first grandchild. He wasn't even the second, or third!. When she'd been just a couple weeks short of her 17th birthday, she'd lost her virginity to a man her father had invited to dinner, as he had Robert. She hadn't wanted to part her thighs to the man, despite his being a handsome, strong man very similar in fact to Robert. But, Becky always did what Daddy said. She'd been ovulating, yet even after having endured the man's intrusions upon her womanhood six times over a three day period, she still hadn't conceived. Of course, the man was gone by the time they knew she'd failed, walking off to the east with a pack filled with food and other supplies as payment for services rendered. Carl was disappointed, but not in his daughter, of course. Becky, however, was totally fine with not having been impregnated by a man she didn't know nor would ever see again.

They'd tried a second time two years later when a small group of people passing by the ranch camped out in the east pasture, helping Carl with the harvest. This time, though, Becky had had to welcome the seed of two of the group's men, just in case the previous failure had been an issue of the man's infertility. The first man had been very gentle and sweet with Becky, but he'd smelled of marijuana and body odor. Becky remembered that encounter for something far more interesting, though. The man had slid down her body and pressed his mouth to her womanhood, doing something with his lips, tongue, and fingers that had caused her to explode in orgasm for the first time ever. It had almost made the fact that her body was being violated by a stranger worth it.

The second man, though, had been very rough on Becky the following evening, grasping her hands and hips tightly in powerful hands and thrusting his cock into her with great force. Her father, who had remained within ear shot, had heard her cries and rushed in to pull the man off Becky. It had been very embarrassing, but the multitude of bruises that erupted all about her body over the next hours reassured Becky that Carl had done the right thing.

This time, Becky had conceived. But before she'd begun to really show, she'd had complications and, after four days of pain and misery, suffered a miscarriage. They'd had three other opportunities since then to breed Becky, as she derogatorily referred to it. But each time, for one reason or another, Becky had begged her father not to make her do it with the available man. The last time he'd let her skip, Carl had done so only after she agreed to breed with the next man he chose. And looking to her father, seeing the way he eyed and spoke to Robert, Becky knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Robert was the man who would be planting his seed in her.

Of course, there was the slight complication of the fact that the man had a wife! None of the previous sperm donors or wanna-be breeders had been restrained by the fact that they were taken. Oh sure, one had had a wife, but she had had no say in where the man parked his cock; and another had had two women with whom he was producing children, but their arrangement hadn't had the monogamous tint that Robert and Emma's obviously had. How was Becky's father going to get around that one? Was Robert to cheat on his wife, fucking Becky without Emma's knowledge? Or perhaps her father was going to repeat his payment offer as he did with the first man, offering the married couple as much and as many resources as they could carry in exchange for seeding his daughter?

Becky actually hoped they found a way to make it happen, believe it or not. If she didn't have sex with this attractive, hunk of a male, she'd have to have it with the next one who came along. And who knew what that one might look (and smell) like?

Kimberly:

The younger of the two sisters didn't harbor the same reluctance to sex as her older sister did. Oh, sure, Kim was still a virgin. But she was more than ready not to be one anymore. She'd discovered the euphoria of orgasm via masturbation long ago. And she'd slipped unseen and unheard into the second log cabin to see and hear her sister's first ever orgasm, and the dramatic cry of ecstasy, accompanied by the obvious trembling of Becky's entire form, had convinced Kim that she just had to experience a big, skilled cock inside her as soon as possible.

As the five of them stood here chatting, Kim was contemplating having the magnificent male visitor between her thighs. And she had no concerns whatsoever about what the man's wife might think about the interaction. This woman had already had her fair share of naked time with the Adonis. It was Kim's turn.

 

[TiredFingers]

(OOC: It's easier that way, isn't it?)

Carl:

As the five of them chatted, Carl thought he picked up on two new developments concerning Emma.

First, while she was being very polite and smiling and chuckling at humorous things and asking the girls about themselves, Carl had the definite feeling that she wasn't particular enjoying the conversation. He wondered whether she was simply nervous and feeling out of place; or maybe feeling jealous about the sudden proximity of two beautiful young women to her husband.

And second, as the conversation continued, he thought he detected that Emma's attention had shifted to him several times, not in casual glances but in lengthy studying gazes. Again, he was uncertain of the reason: was she simply curious about him, or was she checking him out as her husband was checking out his daughters.

And Robert was most definitely checking out the two girls. He was attempting to be casual about it, but the ogling happened. Most fathers would likely be upset, even angered by a strange man scoping out his daughters' figures. But, of course, Carl wanted Robert to be attracted to his daughter, so ... perfect.

"Suddenly, I'm wishing I'd insisted on a ring when we exchanged our vows, Robert," Emma said after her husband had commented on the beauty of Carl's daughters. She grasped Robert and said with a playful tone, "Mine!"

Carl laughed, then -- afraid that the situation might suddenly become awkward -- he told his daughters, "Girls, why don't you go kill a rooster, and we'll have a special dinner tonight."

He noticed the reaction, laughed, and explained, "Too many roosters makes for a very noisy morning, so ... we occasionally make use of one as something other than an alarm clock."


Robert:

Robert reached his hand out to Carl, thanking him again for the hospitality, before leading Emma off to their little guest house. It was small, but it was far more than what they were used to. Occasionally, they'd stayed in an abandoned home, business, or other building. But camping in the woods had almost always been safer because the raiders never raided the woods, duh.

He went to the tiny twin bed and tested it with a couple of sturdy presses upon the mattress, turning to smirk devilishly after hearing the springs squeak beneath. "A bit noisy ... but ... we can make it work, I bet."



Carl (later):

Drizzling some oil from last year's corn crop on the roasting rooster, Carl looked up at the sound of the cabin's door opening. Becky had some more ingredients for the dinner they were putting together. She hadn't spoken to him directly since before he'd introduced her to Robert and Emma, which didn't surprise Carl. He knew that she knew why he'd brought the couple to their home. There was no secret there.

"Honey, can I talk to you?"

 

[Alice2015]

Becky (with her father, Carl):

She’d avoided her father since the little quintet of survivors went their own ways. Becky knew he would want to talk to her, and she didn’t yet know what she wanted to say in response to the question, or possibly the demand, that she knew was coming. She'd caught and decapitated with a smooth swing of an ax the most annoying of the ranch's current three roosters, something Kim had never liked to do, then kept busy for the next hour, not just with dinner preparations but with the normal chores as well. And the whole time, all that had been on her mind was that soon she’d be flat on her back, thighs parted, knees high while that stranger thrusted his cock in and out of her until finally he filled her with his seed.

Becky knew she had to do this: for the family, for her father, even for herself. But she didn't want to have a child. Not now, anyway. The ranch had seriously expanded its operations in recent years, and when she was fat with a child it would be too much work for one man and his lazy teenage daughter to handle. Carl would cut back Becky’s duties little by little until finally the only thing left for her to do was bitch at Kim for doing the chores that had been her own so poorly.

But Becky knew she had to do this. And she had to do it now, with this guy. Robert seemed to be one fine specimen of the human race. And the child he would produced with Becky would probably grow up to be all her father had dreamed of in a grandchild: a girl with his wife and daughter’s beauty and smarts, or a boy with this stranger’s strength and Carl’s own work ethic.

She hesitated now for a moment with her back to her father after his asking to talk to her, then turned and, without forcing him to ask, let alone beg, said bluntly, “I will breed with this man, Daddy. If you think he is the right man to be the father of my child, I will do this.”



Kim:

Clenching her jaws and cursing silently to herself, Kim plucked the feathers from the bird her sister had furnished, then dunked it into a tub of water to clean it up before slicing it open to remove its innards. She’d never been able to bring an end to the life of the animals their family occasionally dined upon, but Kim had never had a problem picking up a sharp knife or cleaver and slicing them into smaller pieces for consumption. She’d never quite understood the reason for this, but it sometimes irked her: it took her sister only a few minutes or even less to catch, position, and prepare a chicken or rabbit or goat or whatever for its end, and only seconds after that to actually deliver that end. And yet after the killing, with the exception of the very rare slaughtering of a cow or horse or llama, it was almost always Kim and Kim alone who spent hours sometimes finishing the job.

“Learn to kill’em,” Becky had often taunted, “And I’ll trade you chores.”

Kim had always known that wasn’t going to happen, so it was a safe challenge for her sister to make. Bitch! But it wasn’t the chore of preparing the rooster to be eaten that was eating at Kim: it was the knowledge that her older sister was going to have the honor of having that beautiful man between her thighs at some not too distant point. It didn’t seem fair. It wasn’t fair! Becky didn’t want to breed with Robert, and yet Kim would have gladly run about the ranch with a hatchet, killing everything on four legs, for the experience of having that delicious piece of man meat finally show her what being a woman was all about.

It wasn’t going to happen, though. Unknown to Becky, Kim and her father had once had a private conversation about the possibility of her being the one who brought forth his first grandchild. Of course, Kim’s offering to breed had been more about getting permission to fuck than to pop out babies. (She’d contemplated slipping off to a nearby community to at least lose her virginity a couple of times, but had decided against it, understanding that the potential dangers weren’t worth the experience of finally feeling a man inside her.)

She finished with the rooster and hung it from a hook over a drip tub, then went to the smaller cabin which she shared with Becky. She stripped off her filthy clothes, then hopped into the shower. Under the stream of well water heated by their makeshift solar water warmer and pushed through the plumbing by a electric motor driven by a modern wind mill, Kim let her fingers caress their way downward to find that sensitive nub of flesh between her thighs. She drove herself to a stunningly unbelievable orgasm driven by a new fantasy filling her mind’s eye, slumping to the tile floor for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of ecstasy.



Emma:

“You’re kidding, right?” Emma asked with raised eyebrows. She could see in her husband's expression that he didn’t understand her issue with testing the bed’s springs right after they’d left the presence of those two beautiful young sisters. She stated more than inquired, “You wanna fuck now.”

(OOC: The timing is off a bit: Becky is an hour ahead, and Kim is off on her own, so maybe we should just concentrate on Robert and Emma for now.)

 

[TiredFingers]

Robert had, of course, had some rapid fire fantasies about spending some quality, naked time with each of the sisters. Honestly, he’d even fantasized about having both of them together. But had his sudden urge to be inside Emma come from those imaginings … or from the simple fact they were alone in a room that had a real bed, the first time that had occurred in almost half a year.

“Well, yeah … why not?” he asked oblivious to his wife’s meaning.

 

[Alice2015]

"Why not?" Emma asked without even considering that Robert didn't understanding her concern. "Why not...? Maybe because you're thinking about..."

Emma went silent for a moment, suddenly wondering whether this was all about her imagination and not Robert's. She drew and released a deep breath, unsure of whether or not she should just come out and ask. Instead, she said softly, feigning a playful smile, "What I meant was ... maybe because you're not thinking ... about how our hosts might hear us."

 

[TiredFingers]

As he'd been waiting for his wife's response, it had finally struck Robert that Emma had been insinuating that his mind might be on a different woman as he was fucking her. Suddenly, he felt guilty about his earlier fantasies. But ... Emma didn't call him out on it, so Robert found himself just as doubtful as his wife was about what the hell they each were thinking.

"It's okay, sweet," he said crossing to take her into his arms as he told her, "We should probably be good guests and think about getting ready for this dinner Carl spoke of. Hey, didn't he say there was a bath tub someplace ... and hot water?"

(OOC: Some of this takes place before Carl and Becky spoke in the above post. Don't get confused about the time line.)

They located the old wine cask and hauled it to the little house, during which time Carl had rolled a cart over to a water tank that sat between the two log cabins. He explained to Robert that it held almost 300 gallons of water pumped from the well by a wind mill, and that with an ingenius bit of engineering, it could be heated by separate sets of elements or water tubes powered by either electric, diesel, natural gas, propane, wood burning, or solar.

"We used to get lucky sometimes, out scrounging in those early years," Carl explained, "and find petroleum fuels. Cars and pickups with full tanks mostly, or a propane tank out back of a farm house, though once we actually found a mostly full fuel tanker. That was like discovering Eldorado.
We kept some of it and traded the rest for some of the stock animals and seed that make this ranch work . But lately, it's been mostly wood, dried grass bundles, and sunshine. We had a wind powered electric generator, but I traded it away when Becky had her mis--"

He hadn't meant to get into that, but when Robert asked what Carl had been about to say -- not understanding where the man had been going -- Carl explained, "Becky lost a child a few years back. She'd been bleedy, and I was concerned, so ... I took her to a little community north of here with a doctor. She was there a week and a half and needed some ... well, expensive care. Cost me my generator and a breeding pair of milk goats. But, I have my girl, and that's far more important than kilowatts and hot water when their ain't no sun or dry wood."

Carl had nearly asked about the man responsible for Becky being pregnant, but that seemed like a mine field in which Robert wasn't prepared to stroll. They filled a dozen 5 gallon buckets with hot water, then pushed the cart over to the guest house. Carl told the couple, "That should be enough for a nice, warm bath. Enjoy."

After Carl turned and left, Robert filled the tub so his wife could bath, looking her over with a leering expression as he asked, "Need me to wash you back ... or ... what ever?"

 

[Alice2015]

Emma:

She laughed at her husband's naughty suggestion, then contemplated the idea for a moment. She felt bad about having thought Robert would fantasize about being with one of Carl's daughters while he fucked her. She also felt a little guilty about having contemplated laying beneath Carl, too. She blushed suddenly, and knowing that Robert would see the change in skin tone and wonder, she quickly decided to direct his attention elsewhere, asking, "Does the door lock?"

It did, and less than a minute later they were in the tub fucking. There wasn't much room, but there was enough: Robert got in first, kneeling, then parting his ankles enough to let his buttocks press against the wine cask's bottom as he leaned back. And Emma got in second, her back to him, lowering down upon his already hard cock to begin gyrating and bobbing and all the other movements that drove her husband nuts.



Kim with Becky:

Fresh out of the shower and still feeling the after effects of her self induced orgasm, Kim was milling about the closet in an underwear-panties set that was particularly sexy and skimpy for the girl. (At least she was wearing a bra now. When she'd spied the strange man for the first time from the barn, without even thinking, Kim had shed her bra and tossed it atop a stack grain sacks, out of sight. She may be a virgin and she may be naïve, but Kim had known since she first started growing them that boys and men loved her tits.)

Becky gave her a critical glance but otherwise ignored her sister's inappropriate behavior. She complimented Kim's work on the rooster corpse, then asked, "Do you think we should offer Emma some clothes? I'm sure she'd like something nice to wear after being out on the road for so long. I'm sure she doesn't pack much around with her when--"

"Whatever," Kim cut in. When she looked up to see a rather harsh expression on her sister's face, she continued, "I'm sure she's fine, but ... whatever. We've got plenty, so ... go ahead."

Becky just shook her head, then headed for what had been a small storage area in the two bedroom cabin. During their scrounging and salvaging, the two girls had collected far more clothes than they would ever want or need. They each had their favorites, for working the ranch, entertaining the very rare visitors, or going to town to trade or celebrate the holidays, which (apocalypse or not) was still a social event. Most of what they had, though, wasn't for their own use: it was for trade. As they'd each grown into their womanly forms, they'd taken the smaller clothes and anything they knew they would never wear into town for the Full Moon Swap.

The elder sister rummaged through the section of clothes that were too big for her slim body and too small for her bosomy sister's, ultimately finding a nice cotton dress, a blouse, a matching skirt, a pair of comfortable slacks, and some undergarments that were both comfortable and conservative or slight and sexy. As she laid them out, Kim happened by and snatched the sexier pair of panties off the bed, saying, "Bull-shit if you're just giving those away."

"They don't fit you!" Becky snapped, snatching them back. "And ... I'm sure Robert would love to see them on his wife, so ... fuck off."

Kim's eyes widened, then she laughed. "What do you care if Robert sees his wife in sexy underwear? I'd think you'd want him to see you in them."

Becky turned away, feeling her face explode in a fierce blush. She'd been thinking about nothing else but having to breed with the stranger, something she was sure her father was going to discuss with her before the night was over. She gathered all the clothes together in a cloth bag and was about to head for the door when her sister cut her off.

"I'll take them over. You have to start cooking the rooster or we're gonna be eating raw chicken."

Becky literally threw the bag at her sister before leaving. Kim just laughed, saying loud enough for her sibling to here, "Bitch."

She finished dressing and headed toward the little guest cabin, but when she arrived at the door and reached to knock, she heard a sound that was both unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. Kim looked around for her father and sister and saw neither of them, then quietly curled around the little building to the back wall. She wiped away the dust in a corner of the window, and right there in the middle of the room saw the most erotic sight she'd ever witnessed: Emma was riding her husband in the tub, and after just a minute or so of listening to the woman cry and the man groan, Kim first saw and then heard Emma explode in orgasm.

 

[TiredFingers]

Robert:

He never got tired of the feeling of his cock slipping into the tight warmth of his wife's pussy. Robert grasped Emma's hips and -- as she lowered carefully upon his shaft -- urged her downward until finally he was inserted as much as he would be in their current position. It was the best of fucking options for Robert: even after he began thrusting upwards, he still wasn't able to sink his entire length inside Emma. But he knew that his lover liked it from this angle, and soon enough she was crying out as he worked her steadily toward orgasm.

He hesitated for just a moment when he thought he'd heard someone at the door, but Emma -- who apparently had heard nothing -- urged him to continue so he did. He moved his hands to the curved edge of the tub, grasping it instead, and began ramming upwards as much as he could. Emma was trying to mute her vocalizations but it was hopeless: soon her little squeaks became sharp squeals and finally a long cry of ecstasy as the euphoria exploded and spread through her.

Robert himself was very close, so he just kept pumping away until finally his head fell back and away as his own climax arrived. He reveled at his cock jerking inside Emma again and again, and finally -- when the last of the ejaculations had made itself known -- he sunk back into the tub, reached his hands around to clutch his wife's body, and pulled her back into him to simply hold onto one another until their hearts had returned to a relative norm.

"We should get ready for dinner," he told Emma, pulling her head around to kiss her romantically on the lips. As he released her and prepared to help her off his now semi-hard shaft, he told her, "I still haven't washed your back, though."

There was another unexpected sound, and Robert looked quickly toward the window in the wall to his left. He swore the lighting beyond the dirty pane changed quickly, as if someone had been watching but now pulled back. But he saw no further movement not heard any fleeing footsteps. He was going to dismiss it as his imagination until he noticed an obvious less dirty spot in the corner of the glass. Robert smiled, out of view of his wife's attention, knowing beyond a doubt that someone -- presumably one of Carl's girls and not Carl himself -- had been watching the two of them fuck.

Suddenly, his cock was swelling again, though he would later wonder whether it was because he was excited by the idea of being watched by one of the girls or by the idea of fucking one of the girls. He pulled Emma back upon his erection again, groping and kissing at her as he suggested, "One more time. I doubt they're ready for us."

Robert grasped the sides of the tub and lifted the two of them to their knees without ever having slipped out of his wife's pussy. Without hesitation, he began pounding deep, hard, and fast into Emma. The water in the tub, which had mostly stayed inside the first time, was now splashing out in loud waves as Emma's front slammed against the wood wall again and again. The extra exertion caused Robert's vocalizations to be louder this time ... or ... was it his unconscious desire to have the Peeping Tami hear him fuck his wife.

Which ever it was, his second orgasm came quicker. He rammed deep inside Emma one last time and groaned loudly as he emptied himself into her.



Carl:

Dinner had been nearly ready when his guests arrived. Robert and Emma were seated by Becky and Kim at a table that was suitable for ten, a piece of furniture Carl was now happy he had gleaned from an abandoned home months back just in case they entertained visitors.

It was an extravagant meal for the house, fit for the very important company ... which, of course, had become even more important after Becky's agreement to be impregnated by Robert. There was the roasted chicken, of course, but also potato salad, green salad, hot and cold vegetables both, squash, sliced cucumbers, and one of Carl's specialties, pickled vegetables, including cucumbers -- aka pickles -- green beans, beets, and more.

The meal included lots of conversation, with Carl and his daughters asking about what Robert and Emma had seen out in the world; and Robert and Emma asking about the more local world surrounding the family's property, including questions about this town in which the Full Moon Swap would be held in just two days.

The daughters had been in charge of not just the chicken but of the dessert as well. They'd developed the same talent for pies and cakes that their mother had had before her death to the Great Plague, and because of the imminent Swap, there was quiet a selection on hand.

After dinner, Carl invited Robert out onto the property for a walk, to show him the ranch they'd built following the near death of the human race.

"Are you a healthy man?" Carl asked after they'd spent nearly an hour walking about, checking the stock animals, fences, and feed. When Robert gave his host a questioning expression, Carl explained bluntly, "My elder daughter, Becky ... she's interested in having a child. And ... I'm looking for a healthy father of that child. And ... I was wondering ... are you healthy?"

As Carl had been talking, Robert had slowed to a stop. When the ranch's owner turned to face him, Robert asked in a soft, shocked voice, "Are you asking me to ... you know...?"

"Yes," Carl answered just as bluntly. "If you are healthy."

"I ... am..."

"Good," Carl cut in, not realizing Robert hadn't finished.

"I am married," Robert finished up. "I have a wife. I'm pretty sure you met her."

"Yes ... yes, I did," Carl said, his lips spreading in a bit of a smile at his guest's humor. "Robert, I'm not asking you to marry my daughter. I'm not asking you to leave your wife. I'm not even asking you to cheat on Emma."

"You ... you want me to tell my wife that I'm going to sleep with your daughter," Robert clarified.

"Not sleep," Carl corrected. "Have intercourse with my daughter ... hopefully with a positive outcome. If she doesn't get pregnant the first time--"

"The first time?" Robert cut in, his shock really beginning to show. "There isn't going to be a first time ... let alone a second time." Robert laughed nervously, adding, "I can't believe you're asking me to do this."

Carl was now becoming confused. "I'm ... I'm sorry. I ... I thought this was sort of ... common practice in some places. To perpetuate the species."

Robert's shock expression turned quickly to one of anger. The last time he'd heard those words -- perpetuate the species -- had been before he and his wife had fled their former home when it became clear that Emma was going to become a forced breeder. But ... this was different. Wasn't it? It wasn't Emma who was being considered for breeding. It was Becky. And Becky wasn't being forced by strangers. If what Robert had understood from Carl was correct, she was asking to be bred ... and her father was the one doing the asking, apparently with Becky's blessing.

Robert turned away and began pacing a bit, back and forth, with little glances to Carl, who for his part simply stood there -- still and silent -- waiting for some sort of response. Still pacing while studying his host, Robert asked, "You've already discussed this with your daughter?"

"Yes. She wants to do this."

More pacing and glancing. "Is she ... you know, is she a..."

"A virgin?" Carl asked. When Robert only stared at him, obviously uncomfortable about having asked the question, Carl responded, "No. In fact, she was pregnant once but lost the baby."

Pacing. Glancing. "Was it ... her last time, was it ... you know..."

"It was a man we knew but not a friend," Carl filled in before adding, "Not a friend ... as I hope you and our family will become."

Robert finally came to a stop and faced Carl directly. "Why me? I mean ... I'm married first. And you don't know me, second. I could be riddled with diseases ... suffering from ailments ... asthma, diabetes ... Gonorrhea!"

"Are you riddled with diseases, Robert?" Carl asked. When the other man just stared for a moment, Carl continued, "Are you suffering from ailments?"

"Well ... no."

"I trust that you are telling me the truth," Carl said with confidence. "As I would trust you to produce a healthy child with my daughter." After a moment of silence, Carl clarified, "Robert, you are right ... I don't know you well. And while I did see the way in which you looked at my daughters..."

He hesitated a moment, during which Robert blushed and looked away. Carl smiled a bit, continuing, "And while I do understand that you are attracted to them ... I don't think you are the type of man who would lie to me about not being a good candidate to father a child with my daughter ... just to fuck my daughter."

That brought Robert's eyes back to Carl. After they eyed one another for a moment, Robert said, "You're a man who knows what he wants and speaks him mind, Carl. And I like that. But..."

"You're worried about Emma," Carl said with a matter of fact tone. "You're worried about how this will effect your relationship ... your marriage."

"Well ... yeah!"

"Is she the only woman with whom you have had sexual relations?"

"Sexual relations...?" Robert asked, chuckling at the way Carl described the act. "No. She wasn't my first. But ... I was hers. Her first and only."

"Would you like me to talk to her about it?"

"No!" Robert snapped back, laughing in shock. "Abso-fuckin'-lutely not!"

Robert returned to pacing the packed ground before the corral again, his mind filled with thoughts. He finally came to a stop to watch the lower rim of the sun as it touched the Rockies to the west. The mountain range wasn't a spectacular natural phenomenon here as it was in many places: here, it was more just some rolling, forested hills that happened to be at high altitude. He'd seen the Grand Tetons when he was a kid so he knew what a real mountain range looked like. Right now, he would have loved to be there, sitting on the shore of Jenny Lake, looking up at the crags with his mind empty, as opposed to contemplating how he was going to ask his wife for permission to fuck a beautiful, fair skinned blonde that wanted to birth his child, something Robert and Emma had been trying and yet still hadn't accomplished.

"I'll talk to Emma," Robert finally said, still looking off to the rolling forest. "If she is okay with it..."

"I'll make it worth your while," Carl said, coming toward Robert with the intent of shaking on it. "You can stay here as long as you like, live and eat with us ... and when you decide to leave, you'll take with you anything you want--"

"Whoa, Carl," Robert cut in. "Don't start talking about payment for sexual services. We don't need to go there right now."

"I just meant--"

"I know what you meant ... show your appreciation. But ... let's just set that on the back burner for now. Let me go to Emma about this first."

The two men faced off for a moment, then Carl offered his hand and said, "Sounds good."

They shook ... they smiled ... they chuckled a bit at the awkwardness of the conversation ... then they headed back for their respective homes to deal with their respective issues...

 

[Alice2015]

Emma (with Kim):

"We should get ready for dinner."

Robert kissed Emma romantically, as he always did at the end of their love making sessions. He'd always been so loving and romantic with her, never treating her as a convenient piece of ass, let alone his only available piece of ass. After he pointed out that they still hadn't washed up, she told him with a sweet whisper, "I'm so lucky to have you, Robert."

Emma gave her pussy a quick squeeze upon Robert's semi-hard cock for fun, then began to dismount him when suddenly he pulled her back to him.

"One more time," he said. "I doubt they're ready for us."

Although she did nothing to stop him, Emma knew that this type of behavior was odd for him. They knew they had a life time of love making ahead of them, so it was sort of common practice for them to bring one another to orgasm once, then call it a day. As she felt her husband raise them to her knees, then begin pounding her hard and fast from behind, Emma's thoughts returned to the two teenage girls out there in the ranch someplace and, more importantly, to her earlier fears that Robert might fantasize being deep inside one of them while he was actually pounding her. She enjoyed the second go around, but not nearly as much as Robert did: he came with a loud, deep groan and was done, long before she could have reached her second explosion.

"I won't," she whispered to him when he inquired about whether she had again orgasmed. She turned her head to kiss him erotically, explaining, "It's not you. It the tub. I'm getting cold. Tonight." She smiled as she turned, causing his cock to spill out of her and turned to kiss him again as she said, "Tonight you can make me scream again, my love.

They picked up the bar of soap Emma had found in a home weeks back and set about lathering up their bodies. They kissed and groped and caressed occasionally as they washed one another, but much of the love Emma was showing was feigned: she couldn't get the thought out of her head that Robert wanted one or both of the other women on the ranch.

They finished their bath and were about to get dressed when heavy foot steps sounded out on the tiny little porch that sat at the little house's entrance. After a knock, Kim called out, "Emma...?"

Robert's wife had only just put on one of her bras, a thin but supportive strapless that showed off the shape of her ever-hard nipples. Without donning anymore, she padded bare foot over to the door and cracked it open. She intentionally let the girl catch sight of one firm breast, wanting to remind Kim that she, too, was a young, beautiful, shapely woman and, more importantly, that she was the one who had just been naked with Robert. She feigned a happy smile, asking, "Hi, Kim, what's up."

Kim offered out the cloth bag filled with clothes, saying without any emotion one way or the other, "Dad wanted me to bring these to you. Becky thinks they'll fit you." Then, with just a hint of a bend in her back as she breathed in a bit deeper than necessary, causing her bosom to become just a bit more obvious, Kim added, "They won't fit me, so, keep'em if you want."

"Thanks, Kim," Emma said, wanting so badly to add cunt to the end but resisting. She took the bag, telling the teen, "Tell you're father we'll be ready soon..." Then, to further the intended message about her current state of undress in proximity to Robert, Emma let her hip sway just a bit into view, showing the lack of panties before she closed the door.



Later after dinner:

It had been one of the best meals Emma had ever had. Extravagant, delicious, unforgettable, which she made sure her host and hostesses knew with constant compliments and inquiries about its preparation. The conversation was good, too, but Emma could sense a great deal of tension in the air. Some of the questions the girls asked seemed a bit judgement, but they were always well veiled in a way that would allow them to claim Emma had misunderstood. And while Becky had barely made eye contact with Robert through the entire meal, Kim had been glancing, ogling, and even smiling to the man in a way that simply irked Emma.

After dinner, Carl invited Robert outside for a walk around the property. Emma asked if she could join them, but Becky reached out politely to take her arm, saying softly, "They have something to talk about."

"Oh, sure," Emma responded in a murmur. She looked around the dining room and kitchen and said, "So, show me how I can help clean up."

The three of them worked on storing the leftovers, which was almost as awkward and uncomfortable as dinner had been. The two girls barely spoke to Emma unless it was directly connected to the task of putting away the remains of dinner. Emma tried to engage them in conversation with a variety of questions or comments, but the answers she got were usually short, leading to more silent gaps.

"Did I do something wrong?" Emma asked suddenly in an emotionless tone. Both girls turned to look at her, glanced to one another, then looked back to her. She continued, "I mean, I know I'm a stranger and all, that you don't know me. But I get the distinct feeling that--"

Kim cut in, "Right now, my father is out there with your husband asking him--"

"Kim!" Becky cut in with great volume.

But the younger sister was undeterred, instead flashing her older sister a short glance before continuing, "Asking him if he will fuck my sister." Becky spun toward the kitchen sink to hide her face from Emma, but Becky continued, "To make a baby. My father wants Becky to have a baby. And he's making an offer to your husband."

Emma's face had gone white already, and now it was gaining color again as her heart began beating fast with fury. She clenched her jaws for a moment, then asked in a low volume, "What kind of an offer?"

Kim hesitated, then shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Supplies. All the food you can carry--" She emphasized the second half of the sentence, "--when you go away." Kim looked to her sister again but all she saw was Becky's back side. She looked back to Emma, whose chest was rising and falling with an ever increasing fury. She suddenly felt a need to defend her father, and maybe even her sister. "My dad's a good guy. He's not some kind of freak, or pervert, or home wrecker." Emma and Robert didn't have a home, of course, but it was the phrase with which Kim was familiar. "There just aren't enough good men to--"

"Kim!" Becky snapped, looking to her sister before looking back to the sink. She said softly, "Just, stop."

Emma spun on her heel and headed out the door in a quick walk. After she'd gone, with the door wide open, Kim looked to Becky, and a moment later Becky returned the stare. Kim just shrugged. "She was going to learn about it eventually."

"Did it occur that maybe Daddy and Robert wouldn't have told her," Becky asked. "What if they made a deal to keep it quiet?"

"Do you see dad keeping something like this secret?" Kim asked. When Becky only looked back to the sink, then began washing dishes, the younger of the two murmured to herself, "No. Me neither."



Emma, later:

When Robert returned to the little cabin, Emma was standing next to the bed in the clothes she'd arrived in. With both her and Robert's bags packed, she just glared at him and said firmly, "We're leaving. Now!"

 

[TiredFingers]

Robert:

He spent the time between the sun's touching the horizon to well beyond its full disappearance behind it contemplating what he and Carl had discussed. Yet when he turned for the little guest house to speak to Emma, Robert still had no idea what he was going to say to her. How does a man tell his wife that a stranger has solicited him to impregnate his beautiful daughter in exchange for a couple of back packs of food and supplies? The even harder question was how does that man tell his wife that he didn't flat out refuse said offer, instead punching the man making the offer before asking What the fuck is wrong with you...? I'm married!

When he entered the cabin, though, Robert found he had no need to explain the situation.

"We're leaving," Emma said before he'd even closed the door. As he looked to find the bags sitting ready on the bed, she stressed, "Now!"

"I didn't agree to anything, Emma," he said, knowing that one of the girls had clued her in on the plan, presumably Becky. Of course, Kim was the snarky one, and she'd been exceptionally on edge during the dinner, shooting him long glances and little, knowing smirks while shooting his wife dagger glances and asking all sort of questions that to Robert had been a little critical or demeaning. He approached Emma quickly, intending to take her into his arms (presuming she didn't stop him), telling her, "I didn't ask for this. It came as a surprise to me, too."



Carl:

When he'd first returned to the big house, Carl had sensed some tension in the air between the two siblings. He knew his daughters well, and it didn't take a genius to know what they'd done. He asked, "So, which one of you opened her mouth?"

Neither said anything at first, but eventually the truth came out. Carl turned away from them, staring at the lifeless fireplace for a long moment before turning back to the two.

"You realize that they're going to leave now," he said, certain of what was likely happening across on the far side of the yard. He turned to look at Becky specifically for a moment, wanting to say something, but then turned and headed to and out the door, only saying over his shoulder, "Finish your work and go to your cabin."

Carl crossed the yard and arrived at the open front door of the cabin just in time to hear Robert saying, "I didn't ask for this. It came as a surprise to me, too."

"He didn't," Carl confirmed, standing in the doorway. As both of his guests turned to face him, he continued, "Emma, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to learn of this in the way you did. My daughters ... well ... I can't explain the way they are sometimes, so I won't try."

He stepped just inside the door but no further, looking directly at Emma. As he talked, his tone began to fill will increasingly more emotion. "I lost my wife to the Great Plague over a decade ago. We thought ... we hoped that we would all be immune. We heard stories ... about the lucky few who didn't fall as all around them did. It was ten month into the worst of it, and we were all still alive. And then..."

The words caught in Carl's throat, and he dropped his gaze while he blinked hard, forcing back the tears. He looked back up, his eyes glazed but not dripping and continued, "The assumption is that she'd gotten lucky to that point. The virus had been all about us. I'd been exposed directly, and so had the girls. We'd assumed that my wife had, too, but somehow..."

The first tear broke free, streaking down to get caught in the days old growth on his cheek. "She began to show symptoms on a Friday ... fever ... coughing ... aches. We lost her the following Sunday."

Carl looked about the cabin, but Robert could tell by his eyes that he was actually imagining the ranch surrounding them as he continued, "We'd just found this place a couple of months earlier. We'd just begun making something out of it ... and then, she was gone."

He took a step forward, looking again directly into Emma's eyes. "My wife ... before she died, she'd told me not to be lonely ... that our girls ... that our boy--"

Carl sobbed, short and sharp at the thought of his missing son. When he regained his composure, he continued, "She promised me that our children ... our children and their children ... would keep me company 'til that day when I finally came to be with her again."

He took one more step closer to the visitors, his eyes now full of tears as he said, "Please forgive me for what I have asked of you. It was ... it was inappropriate at best. But..."

Carl looked to the floor once more, his hands now wringing together before him. He looked back up, finishing, "I had to try."

He hesitated for a moment, then turned and headed out of the cabin, pulling the door closed behind him.

 

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Emma:

She recoiled from her husband's attempt to embrace her and was about to chastise him for the very thought he'd had concerning why he hadn't simply punched Carl, when Carl himself said from the door, "He didn't."

Emma's heart skipped a beat at the man's sudden presence. She'd been all ready and prepared to rip her husband a new asshole for even contemplating what she could only think of as cheating, but she hadn't even considered what she might say to their host if he showed up because Emma hadn't thought Carl would be crazy enough to do so.

"Emma, I'm so sorry..." he began apologizing, for his daughters and for himself as well. He explained about losing his wife, which didn't affect Emma much as she'd already had more than a decade to cry herself out over the near extinction of the human race and now had other things to cry about. But when Carl got to the part about his wife's expectations that he would one day have grandchildren by his daughters (and, presumably, by his son), Emma suddenly felt her eyes threatening to glaze over.

"Please forgive me for what I have asked of you," Carl said after having already begun to cry himself. "It was ... it was inappropriate at best. But ... I had to try."

And with that, he turned and walked out of the little guest house, closing the door behind him. For a long moment, Emma just stared at the closed door, trying to reconcile the feelings she was experiencing. She felt for Carl, she really did. He'd built quite a home here for his family, and he deserved to have more family to carry on with that work, to honor his efforts and commitment. But, did he have to get those kids by having her husband fuck his daughters.

"Don't!" Emma snapped, raising an extended finger up before him when she saw Robert begin to open his mouth to speak. "I don't want to hear it."

She turned away from him and took the three steps it took to reach the door, opening it with an almost violent swing, stepping through, and slamming it behind her. She needed to get out of there. Yet, she didn't go anywhere. She didn't have to: she and Robert had had fights over the years, and when she held a finger up before his face as she just had, he knew better than to approach her until she'd decided to approach him first. She stood there fuming for the longest time in the darkness, as there was no porch lamp at the little house. Occasionally, she would see movement through the windows of the big house. Finally, the door of the house opposite her opened and one after another, the two daughters emerged, glanced her way (unlikely to see anything but her Emma's general shape, if that), then looked back to the path before them and crossed to and into their own log cabin.

Still, Emma just stood there in the dark for another long moment. Then, quite to her surprise, she crossed the yard between the guest house and Carl's home and burst through the door without knocking.

She snapped at him, "How dare you ask me to let my husband fuck your daughters!"

 

[TiredFingers]

Robert:

"Emma, I'm so sorry..."

Robert listened to Carl's apology and story of woe as his wife did, and after the man had turned and left, he stood there for a moment contemplating how to use Carl's appearance to make nice with his wife.

Robert had spent much of the last hour or so fantasizing about being balls deep in Becky, he couldn't deny that. Coming in to find their bags pack meant that the very slight chance that that had been possible had become a non-existent chance.

But Carl's monologue had buoyed Robert's hopes. He chose his words carefully, then turned to face Emma to--

"Don't!" she snapped, the well known Back Off index finger high before his face. "I don't want to hear it."

They didn't fight often, and they always made up. But Robert knew better than try to converse with his wife when she was like this, particularly when she was right ... or, at least, the more right of the two of them.



Carl:

"You won't speak a word about this with Robert or Emma," Carl chastised when he returned home, having wiped his eyes to hide the evidence of his display of emotion. "It's a close subject, do I make myself clear?"

He received affirmation from the girls, then told them to finish cleaning tomorrow and instead go home. He dinked around in the kitchen for a few minutes, putting away some things that would draw ants or mice, both a problem on the ranch. Then, he shed his shirt, cleaned his face and neck, and had just turned to head for his bedroom when the door flew open.

"How dare you ask me to let my husband fuck your daughters!"

Carl stood in silence for a long moment as the two of them simply stared at one another. Finally, as if needing to clarify the issue, he said, "Just to be clear, I only asked Robert to impregnate my eldest daughter ... Becky."

 

[Alice2015]

Emma:

"Just to be clear, I only asked Robert to impregnate my eldest daughter ... Becky."

"Really? Really? That's where you're gonna go with this?" she asked with obvious venom. "Robert's my husband! You want him to have sex with your--"

The words stuck in Emma's throat, and she turned away from Carl to prevent him from seeing the tears that were once again threatening. After a couple of deep, calming breaths, she turned back, gaze on the floor. "Listen. Carl. I, I understand about your wife. I'm sorry. We all lost people. I lost my parents. Most of my family, my friends." She drew another calming breath, then looked up to the man. "The people where I lived, the Elder Council. They wanted me to be a breeder. To open myself to men I didn't love. To have their babies. To perpetuate the species, they called it." Her expression got just a bit harder as she added, "As you are trying to do with your daughters. Daughter, excuse me."

She looked down to her fingers, which had a habit of unconsciously finding one another and fumbling together. When she looked back up, she said bluntly, "It was more about them having sex with a girl than about having babies with a woman, I think." Her tone began to get harder as she continued, "I mean, c'mon. There were over 7 billion people on this planet before the Plague. Eating all the food, using all the oil, drinking all the water, cutting down all the trees. We were killing this planet. In the end, the planet almost killed us instead. And things are better now. Aren't they?"



Becky and Kim:

The girls had been silent since being sent away by their father. They were mad at one another, but even more than that they were embarrassed and ashamed of how they'd wronged their father. They got ready for bed, changing out of their nice dinner clothes and donning their chosen sleep wear. It was early September and still warm during the days, but here on the eastern edge of the Rockies the nights could still drop almost to freezing when ever Mother Nature wanted to cause people to shiver in their beds. Becky stuck a poker in the fire, rustling the ashes and coals enough to cause a slight flame, and doing her part, Kim brought over some kindling, a couple of small pieces of fir, and a big chunk of oak. By the time they'd fallen asleep, the fire would be raging, and once the coniferous wood had died down, the deciduous chunk would continue to burn all through the night.

"I'm sorry," Kim said after a couple of minutes of just listening to the fire crackle. When her sister didn't immediately respond, she clarified, "I know you were looking forward to--"

"I wasn't!" Becky cut in. After another moment of silence, she clarified, "I wasn't looking forward to anything." Another quiet moment passed before she added, "I was doing it because Daddy wants it."

A couple of minutes more passed with the only sound being the fire before Kim asked, "What's it like?"

"What's what like?" Becky asked, oblivious.

Kim hesitated before asking, "Being with a man. You know. Sex."

After a moment, Kim said with a slow but firm tone, "I am really not interested in talking with you about this, Kim."

But she heard rustling and movement, and a moment later she felt her sister plop down on the edge of her bed. She rolled to her back to look up into Kim's face, lit on one side by the now raging flames and on the other by the light of the almost full moon coming through the window over the head of her bed. Becky sighed, knowing that she wouldn't be going to sleep until she dealt with her sister's curiosity. She asked annoyed, "What?"

"What's it like?" Kim asked again.

"You know what it's like, Kim," Becky said. When her sister didn't respond, Becky chuckled quick and sharp before saying, "C'mon, sis. I hear you in the shower." This time she got a reaction, but not the one she expected: Kim smiled broadly as if proud of the discovery and exercise of her sexuality. Becky smiled, too, saying, "That's what it's like."

"But," Kim began, before going silent for a moment. She smiled, obviously nervous about where she was taking the conversation. "I know what that feels like. I'm talking about. You know."

"Intercourse," Becky filled in. When her sister nodded after a moment, she said, "I don't know how to describe it. It's like." She hesitated, then snapped, "Go to bed!"

"Did you enjoy it?" Kim asked, undeterred.

Becky contemplated her answer. "Once I did. Not the other times. Sometimes it hurt. Sometimes it was just, icky."

"I remember that guy," Kim laughed. They laughed together for a moment, each of them recalling one of Becky's less agreeable breeding mates. When they settled a bit, Kim asked again, "But sometimes. Sometimes, you liked it."

"Yes," Becky said almost in a whisper. "Sometimes. You'll get your chance, Kim." Becky reached out to pat her sister's thigh, then rolled away to indicate that she was done with this conversation. As Kim rose to leave, though, Becky said, "Maybe you'll get your chance before me."

That caused Kim to stop short and turn back, asking with surprise, "What?"

Becky turned her head to look up at her sister. A devilish smile widened her lips as she said, "If I talked to him, Daddy might let you breed with Robert instead of me." As Becky watched, her sister's smile widened and her eyes opened. "Would you like that?" Kim's smile opened, her teeth catching a bit of moonlight. Becky only rolled to her side again, murmuring, "I thought you might."

Kim couldn't believe this. This was a total shock! Not just that she might finally experience what it meant to be with a man but that her sister was stepping out of the breeding line to allow it to happen. Of course, Daddy might say no. Becky was the elder daughter, so it made sense that she should be the first to breed. But, if Becky didn't want to. She returned to her bed, laying there for a long moment, staring at the wood plank roof and the partial attic in which they housed some of their salvaged trading goods. Her mind raged with fantasies of the big, strong stranger laying atop her, his hand all over her upper body and his lower body slammed against her repeatedly, fucking her to an explosion of ecstasy like she'd never even caused herself. She peeked Kim's direction to find her still rolled away on her back, then quietly slipped her hands down under her sheets and into her panties. She found that sensitive nub of flesh at the meeting of her thighs and drew a deep breath.

"Knock it off," Becky murmured from across the room, causing Kim to jerk her hands free and giggle. Kim said softly before drifting off, "Crying out loud, girl."

 

[TiredFingers]

Carl:

"Really? Really? That's where you're gonna go with this...? Robert's my husband! You want him to have sex with your--"

Emma turn away, obviously overcome with emotion. She turned back and talked of Carl's lost wife, of her own early life, and her near subjection to breeding slavery. But when she reached the subject of repopulating Earth, Carl found himself countering her assumption of why he was asking this of her and her husband.

"I'm not trying to repopulate the planet, Emma," he said, his own eyes glazing over yet again as he thought, Jesus, you big cry baby. He stepped closer to Emma as he spoke, explaining, "I have no interest in repopulating the planet. I have an interest in repopulating my family."

He gave her a moment to contemplate his statement, then continued, "My daughters and I ... we are all each of us have now. One day, I'll be dead ... and the only person Becky will have is her sister ... the only person Kimberly will have is her sister. And when one of them dies..."

Carl didn't even want to contemplate either of his girls being alone on this planet. "Sure, I could wait until some single man with good genes came along ... fell for one of my girls ... stayed with her, gave her children. But ... that would provide an element of uncertainty that my girls and I simply don't need right now."

He'd grown up at a time when half of all adults never married, half of those who did later divorced, and children found themselves being tossed about between homes as their parents fought over custody and visitation. What Carl wanted was for some healthy male to get off within his daughters, then get away! Carl was perfectly capable of providing the male role model necessary to bring up a child right.

He was now almost within arm's reach of Emma as he continued, "I want my daughters to have someone they can love ... someone they can care for ... someone who will love and care for them as time goes on. My daughters will have children ... their children will have children. Sure, we would technically be repopulating the planet. But ... that's not my goal."

He looked toward the still open door and wave a hand dismissively toward it. "I don't give a rat's ass about the rest of the population out there. Sure, we trade with them. And sometimes, when our friends are threatened, we come together for a mutual defense. But ... my first concern is for my girls. And if that concerns means finding some random man to fuck them ... to share with them his seed ... to start them toward a future that will mean so much more to them than just working day in, day out..."

He left off there, unsure of what else he could possibly say to convince Emma to loan her husband to him and his girls.

 

[Alice2015]

Emma was coming to understand and even appreciate what Carl had to say. She was too young to remember the time frame of 53% divorce rates or million dollar custody battles, but she'd seen enough family and marital mayhem in this new world to understand why he wouldn't want the sperm donor to his girls hanging about.

She dropped her gaze for a moment, then simply said, "I don't know, Carl."

Then, she just turned and left.



Robert was still standing in the middle of the guest house when Emma returned, though she couldn't know what he'd done during her absence. She shot him that familiar Don't glance on her way to the bed. She snatched up her back pack as if about to put it on. But then, after a deep breath and a moment of thought, Emma dropped it to the floor, turned to sit, and began untying her boots. She kicked them aside, pulled off her favorite hiking pants, and shed her sweater. She looked to Robert, standing there now in her panties and a tee shirt through which her ever-hard nipples could easily be seen.

"You can sleep on the floor," she said with a hint of her earlier anger. She threw back the bedding, crawled inside, covered herself, and said softly, "Get the light will you, honey."

 

[TiredFingers]

Robert:

He awoke with a start at what seemed like a rooster standing atop his head alerting the world to the imminent sunrise. Imminent! As in, when he popped up from his bed on the floor, there was still near-total darkness outside the windows of the little house.

Robert grimaced a bit at his sour muscles. Most people wouldn't have thought that sleeping on the floor would be any different than sleeping on the ground, as he and Emma had been for much of the past many years. But while the ground could be very cold and even damp, the house's wood plank floor was hard as stone, and even after he'd slipped his wife's pad and sleeping back under his own pair, Robert had still awoken with a crick that he knew he'd have to walk out.

Rising, he found Emma still in bed, exactly as she had been when he made his bed. (For all Robert knew, she'd been up to pee or pace about or contemplate decapitating him with the nearby hatchet. But as he looked down on her now, she appeared as if she hadn't moved a hair all night.)

Robert took a moment to stretch his sore muscles, even grunting just a bit to see if he could get a reaction out of Emma. No go. He shrugged, donned some warm clothes, stoked and added to the fire, then made his way out into the yard to take a look about. The rooster siren went off again from atop the little guest house, startling Robert, then continued to go off as he began a slow walk about the property. He watched forest to the east begin to show signs of red from the rising sun, and scratched at the flicking ears of Carly, who had taken to Robert after wanting to eat him the day before.

"Morning," Carl said as he approached, waiting until Robert spotted him so as to not startle him yet again. "Sleep okay?"

"Slept alone," Robert said, smirking.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Carl said. "I talked to my daughters about that."

He followed Carl toward the barn, offering to help with the morning chores. When they arrived at a stall with a huge milk cow in it, and his host handed him a bucket, Robert chuckled and asked, "Maybe there's some eggs that need to be gathered...? Carrots to pull up."

"C'mon, it's easy," Carl said, filling a trough before the cow with cut grass and moving a stool to near the cow's side. He smiled, saying, "It's like jerking off. I'm sure you used to do that, right?"

Robert laughed. "Hell! It's all I may be doing after last night."

The two of them laughed together before Carl sat Robert down on the stool and showed him the basics. It took a while to get the hang of it, but soon enough Robert had steady streams of thick, whole milk shooting out into the bucket.

"So ... you probably know that Emma came over to talk to me last night," Carl said with a tentative tone.

"She didn't tell me so," Robert responded, "but I figured as much."

After a moment, Carl asked, "So ... what did she have to say?"

"You can sleep on the floor," Robert laughed. After a moment, he added, "But ... she did call me honey before she kicked me aside."

They laughed together again, then stood in silence for a couple of minutes as Robert began to really get a handle on his work. Carl was hesitant to ask, but he did. "So ... is there a chance that your wife is going to go along with this?"

Robert didn't answer immediately, but finally said, "I can't honestly say, Carl. She went from fuck you to not going to fuck you in about ten minutes ... and it's been 'bout eight hours ... so ... who knows where her thinking is now."

(OOC: I'm stopping here just in case one of the three fem's is up and around. If not, let me know and I'll post more.)

 

[Alice2015]

Robert's rise and that conspicuous groan while stretching woke Emma, but she'd remained silent and still until he was gone. She got up, donned warm clothes against the morning chill, and looked out the windows of the little house to see what kind of activity was taking place in the slowly surrendering darkness. With the exception of the well placed electric lights powered by Carl's make shift solar power system, there wasn't much to see. Emma found that Robert had been his typical angel self before he left: he'd stoked and fed the fire, then filled a pot hanging over it with water. Emma poured some of the now warm liquid into a large bowl and used a wash rag that had been in the house to clean her face, arms, and pits. She returned to the window and stared across the wide yard at the smaller of the two log cabins until the energizing of a light there told her that the girls were up.



"Come in," Becky said with eyes wide at Emma's unexpected visit. After the visitor thanked her and enter, Becky asked, "Can I get you anything. Did you eat?" She hesitated, wondering whether to make the offer before saying, "We have coffee. Daddy got it at the Full Moon Swap last month. Have you had coffee before?"

"Yes I have, but, no, I'm good," Emma said politely, looking about the place. She heard movement at the back door and saw Kim hurrying in, carrying an arm load of firewood as she complained about the cold. When the younger of the sisters stopped suddenly, her eyes wide with surprise, Emma asked, "Can we all sit down, and talk?" The sisters looked between one another with questioning expressions, then gestured their guest to the little round table. Kim stoked and fed the fire while Becky poured steaming hot water into three cups and used metal strainers to begin three cups of herbal tea. The sisters joined Emma at the table, with Kim trying to be inconspicuous about moving her chair closer to her sister than to Emma. After a moment, Emma said, "I am willing to let my husband father a child with you. But, I have conditions."

She hesitated for a moment, looking between the two sisters for their reactions. Becky was rather stone faced, controlling her emotions a great deal better than she had the night before when her sister had blurted out their father's plan for Robert's seed. But Kim sat further back in her chair, her mouth and eyes opening a bit in surprise.

"What conditions?" Becky asked softly.

Emma took a moment, still in disbelief that she was making this offer. Then, with her gaze on the table between them, she started, "First. We remember that this is about conception, not pleasure. You and Robert--" She hesitated, looking up to Becky to ensure she understood, "You and my husband have intercourse. When he ejaculates, he's done, and he leaves. I don't care if you enjoy--"

"I won't," Becky cut in suddenly. Emma's gaze had returned to the table but now rose quickly. Becky stressed, "I won't enjoy it, Emma. I don't want to enjoy it. Like you said, this is about conceiving a baby."

Emma stared at the slightly older young woman for a moment, once again hating her as she had when they'd met just yesterday. How the hell could Becky say she wasn't going to enjoy fucking Robert. Emma had never not enjoyed having Robert inside her, even that very first time when it had also hurt so much. But as she reminded herself that she didn't want Becky to enjoy her husband, the other woman asked, "Next condition?"

Emma's eyes dropped to the table again, and she realized that her heart was pounding with fury. She contemplated for a moment, picked her words, then said, "You do it just once. You'll know when your ovulating, I presume?" She looked to Becky, who after a moment told her she would be in just a few days. Emma held up an extended finger, continuing, "Once. That should be enough. Then, we'll wait to see if you conceive. If you do, you'll never see us again." Again, Emma looked directly into Becky's eyes and stressed, "You'll never see my husband again."

"Understood," Becky said simply. Then, tilting her head a bit in curiosity, she asked, "And if he doesn't get me pregnant that first time? What then?"

Emma looked back to the table again, her fingers fumbling unconsciously as they often did. After a moment, she stood up and looked down to each of the girls before saying to Becky, "Well. We'll deal with that when the time comes. Okay?" Becky nodded again, and after a moment Emma turned and headed for the door. She stopped there for a moment, then only half turning so that she didn't have to see the reactions of the other women, Emma said, "I love my husband very much. I love my husband as much as your father loves you girls. We are all doing this for our loved ones." Then, unable not to look, Emma turned to look at Becky before saying, "Let's remember which of these men are our loved ones. And which are someone else's."

Becky remained as stone faced as she had through the entire conversation, but Kim looked away and smirk, a little bit of a pfft sound escaping from her lungs. Emma studied her, even after Kim looked back to her with a hard glare. Emma had already determined, possibly naively, that Becky wasn't going to be a serious problem, despite the fact that if was her pussy that Robert would be finding his pleasure within. But Kim? She was young and rebellious and troublesome. And Emma wasn't going to let her husband anywhere near that sexy young thing. She looked to Becky one last time, tried to smile politely to her, then headed out.

"Stupid little girl," Becky murmured as she stood to head for the hot drinks on the counter. When her sister started in on Emma, thinking Becky had been speaking of Robert's wife, Becky corrected, "I was talking about you!" When her sister's face filled with confusion over the criticism, Becky said, "You're wanting to have sex with Robert!" Becky had used the phrase have sex with as opposed to breed with, because she knew what her younger sister's true motivation was. Conception was just sort of an unwanted bonus to Kim, who yearned to have the beautiful man between her parted thighs. Becky continued, "And you act the way you did to the woman who will or will not give him permission to be with you? You're an idiot."

Kim rose so quickly from her chair that it fell over to the floor behind her. She glanced to it but made no attempt to lift it back up. She instead looked back to her sister, donned a devilish smile, and said, "Maybe I won't need permission."

Becky's jaws clenched as the anger began rising even further. She set her cup aside and walked slowly toward her sister as she said in a calm voice, "You'll do nothing to fuck this up, do you understand?"

With her trademark rebellious tone, Kim began, "Listen, if Robert gets an itch for something a little younger--" The slap wasn't seen until it exploded across the younger sister's cheek. Kim cried out, short and sharp as she looked back to her sister with a shocked expression. Becky's face was filled with fury as she leaned in closer, until only a couple of inches separated their faces. She growled, "I will do what I can, to ensure that you get your turn with that man. But if you fuck this up..."

Becky let the threat fade as she saw the understanding in her sister's eyes. Becky tried to soften her mood, stepping back a bit before reaching out to take Kim's arms in her hands. She smiled. "Kim, just, slow down. One step at a time, okay?"

Kim's hand was rubbing her cheek at the impact point, her eyes watering from the pain and shock both. She nodded her agreement, repeating, "One step at a time. Okay."

 

[TiredFingers]

In the little guest cabin:

Robert returned from working in the barn to have Emma tell him about her conversation with the two sisters. He sat there in silence across the table from her, unsure of what to say. What was he supposed to say? Did he compliment Emma for fulfilling Carl's dream of having a grandchild? Did he thank his wife for giving him permission to fuck another woman? No matter what he said or did, Robert knew that that last description was how Emma would see it.

When she finally went silent, he remained that same way for a long moment before finally saying simply, "I know this was a hard decision for you, honey. I'm sure that Carl will be pleased."

Of course, Robert was very pleased as well. Although Robert had shown his disbelief at the offer when Carl made it, Robert hadn't been able to get out of his mind the thought of fucking the man's delicious daughter...

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Of course, it wouldn't be the total joy Robert would have gotten if Becky had been a woman he was fucking for pleasure's sake. During her explanation, Emma had made it clear that he was to enter her, ejaculate, and get out, no more. Robert would have liked the encounter to last longer, to include more pleasure for both of them ... or at the least him. But, the fact of the matter was this: he was going to get off deep inside the beautiful sun bleached blonde.

Good'nuff, he thought, maintaining an expression that didn't show his wife any sort of delight in the plan.



In the corral:

Carl got the same report as Robert did, with Becky doing the talking while Kim stood in the background. He, however, smiled with happiness. He came forward and took Becky into his arms, saying, "I'm happy for you, sweetheart. You're going to make a wonderful mother."

Carl glanced past his elder daughter to his younger one, wondering from her expressions and body language what was going through her mind...

 

[Alice2015]

If you have been following our role play, I want to apologize to you just as I already have to my co writer. I have gotten into some classes and can't do this much RP writing anymore. We're going to slow down if not stop altogether. Feel free to remain subscribed if you've been following the story cuz we will post occasionally. I want to apologize again to Tired fingers and to anybody who might have been reading along.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

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