Bunkering Down

Liam

After a few more minutes of playing with the unknown black haired girl's tits, I finally decided to go back home and take care of my family instead of fucking around for much longer. Before I left, though, I did take some pictures of Sarah and her hot friends for, uh, archival purposes. Maybe I made out with my best friend's sister, who could tell? The guilt was mostly gone by now, replaced by something else. Something hungry that I didn't want to spend too much time examining. I wasn't proud of myself tonight. But I also didn't truly feel like denying myself an opportunity.

I slowly stepped back outside, quietly closing the door behind me. The faint light from the waning moonlight only barely illuminated the backyard of Blake's house as I stood there for a moment. I could still hear some sirens in the distance. I didn't really want to think about what might be going on elsewhere. It was probably ugly. Half the world had frozen with no warning, accidents were inevitable. Deaths as well. Probably a lot.

I stood there in the dark, alone, a silent neighborhood around me, statues behind me in the house I had just vacated, and in front of me, waiting at home. I stayed there feeling the cold night air against my skin for who knows how long before, with a deep sigh, I walked to the short wooden fence dividing the two properties and jumped over it, quickly making my way back into my own house, locking and bolting the door and putting the steak knife back in its drawer where it belonged. After that, I went to look for batteries for the radio and paced after turning it on.

“-elter in place until the situation is handled. This message will repeat. An unknown global event has occurred-”

The robotic voice on the radio prattled on, informing everyone who was listening that, in short, something was going on, it put every woman on the country -apparently the planet- in a catatonic state, and ‘they’ were ‘looking into solutions’ and to shelter in place until the situation ended.

I turned the radio off. Useless. A lot of words to say that clearly nobody knew what the fuck was happening.

I went back to check on mom, she was right where I left her, sitting on her bed, her white shirt wide open after my previous visit, black bra on full display as her slack face stared at nothing.

I stood before her once again, the sight of her scantily clad body somehow bringing a new burst of energy right into my body. I kept staring at her as I placed one hand atop her head and moved the other one inside my pants and began to rub myself, slowly at first, then with more and more speed as the sight of her lips in front of my crotch stoked a fire within me. I stopped playing with myself for a second, hurriedly pulling my pants down before continuing with even more speed than before. I pushed her face against my crotch with desperation, the feeling of her slack mouth on the tip of my dick finally bringing me over the edge as I came all over her face and front.

I stood there numbly for a few minutes afterwards, gasping as I caught my breath. Mom stayed there, as silent as before, uncaring of my cum running down her face, getting in her mouth. I halfheartedly used my hands to wipe it away, some of it had gotten into her hair and shirt. I used the latter to wipe it off as best I could.

I was tempted to keep going, use her mouth, her hands, her anything, but I reined my feelings in and simply walked out of her room, leaving her door open.

I went to the windows behind the tv in the living room, carefully moving the curtain aside a little as I looked outside. The street was dark, the faint moonlight covered by the clouds in intervals. I could see smoke in the distance and, if I strained my ears, I could hear sirens and the distant noise of helicopter rotors.

There was no movement in the street, or in the other houses. If there was anyone home, they weren't letting it be known.

A pair of lights at the end of the street flickered on and off for a few moments before finally steadying as power came back on. The light posts lining the street turned on as one, illuminating the night, yet only adding an eerie quality to the entire situation.

A lamp in the living room turned back on at the same time. The faint light it gave was almost blinding after the hours of darkness. I checked my phone for the time, half past twelve. This had been going for almost six hours by now. I was beginning to think it might not stop.

I sighed and made my way to the couch, dropping heavily next to my still unresponsive sister. I stared at her frozen form with a clear head now. The panic and adrenaline fueled horniness from earlier had ed by now and I was left feeling empty, disgusted, and exhausted. Her empty, mindless, eyes still looked ahead, staring at nothing. I sighed once more, this time in shame, as I looked at her hand, still partially covered in my cum, after I had used it to get myself off hours ago. I rose to get a paper towel from the kitchen when

“-Week.” Penny said suddenly, startling me and making me jump as she began moving again.

“Fuck!” I screamed involuntarily, jumping back as my sister came back to life with as little warning as when she had stopped moving all those hours ago.

She groaned in discomfort and moved her cum covered hand to her head, using it to gently massage her temple as she quickly blinked her, by now dry, eyes. Unaware that she was spreading my seed all over the side of her head.

“Ugh. What?” She began to say, in a confused voice, voice slightly disoriented as she looked around, rubbing her neck and wincing. “When… Liam? Where…? Why are we… home?”

“Penny!” I yelled out as I knelt in front of her, grabbing her shoulders. “You're okay? How are you feeling? Are you alright?”

“I, what? Yeah, I'm okay, why are you all over me, bro?” she groaned out, her voice coming out scratchy as she continued to blink rapidly. Her previously empty eyes now once again full of life.

“Penny you've been frozen for hours, it's almost one in the morning.”

She chuckled at that, looking at me like I was crazy as she absently moved her hand and massaged her forehead.

“What are you talking about it's-” she must have seen the look on my face because she stopped trying to argue.

“It wasn't just you, it happened everywhere. You, mom, every woman I saw on the way back. You've been gone for hours.”

“So, you took care of me?” She asked in a grateful tone. Something about the way she said it nagged at me, though. Her voice sounded slightly off as she spoke those words, almost wooden. But I couldn't focus on that thought for long as the reminder of mom was like a bucket of ice water being dropped down my back. I hurriedly rose to my feet and walked to her room. I could hear Penny groaning something else at me as she continued nursing her head and aching muscles.

I swallowed nervously as I entered mom's room.