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Georgia In My MInd	By : TheByronicMan Category: M through R > Newsflesh (trilogy) > Newsflesh (trilogy) Views: 2033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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We were awakened by Rob knocking on our door and announcing that breakfast was almost ready. My brother and I hurriedly dressed and went into the main room where we were presented with plates of breakfast burritos, although Rob and Bobbie insisted on calling them tacos. Whatever they wanted to call them, they were delicious and I wasn't inclined to argue. We had a hell of time just finding tortillas in Canada, much less any kind of decent Mexican food.
Once we were done eating, Rob leaned forward and clasped his hands together on the table. “We have a problem. There are rumors spreading that you two are back in the US.”
The wonderful meal suddenly turned to a lump of cement in my stomach. “Any idea where that came from?”
“A couple of guests at your hotel in Yellowstone claim to have seen you eating breakfast in the dining room there. They posted some fuzzy cellphone video.”
“How fuzzy?”
Bobbie answered, “If Rob sent me video that bad, I'd smack him upside the head. I don't think any commercial software could make a positive ID from it, but some of the better government systems might.”
“Is that all?” I asked.
Rob said, “We haven't found any gossip connecting you with us. There have been several reported sightings of you two in Idaho.”
“They must think Shaun and I are headed home to California.”
Shaun said, “Maybe we need to head the opposite way as quickly as possible.”
Rob thought about that for a moment. “Good idea. I was planning to go pretty much due south and then angle over to west Texas. But we should be able to go across northern New Mexico to the Panhandle. That'll get us into Texas sooner where I know the lay of the land better and have more contacts I can trust.”
Rob flipped open a pocket computer and turned his attention to the screen, fingers flying. I got my laptop and booted it up, and noticed that Bobbie had sent me several links. Checking the first one, I saw that she was right, the video was awful. Buffy would have pitched a fit at footage like that and probably would have smashed the camera that produced it. Then she would have somehow written a poem about it. I could barely tell that it was us in the clip, and I knew we were there. The next few links were the reports of seeing us in Idaho. There was something about the earliest sighting....
“Ha! I recognize the style. Dad posted the first claim of spotting us in Idaho. He's laying a false trail.”
“Probably hoping to find us first himself,” Shaun muttered.
I nodded in agreement. Skimming various news sites, I found that none of the reputable ones were giving any credibility to the reports of our return. We were getting some play in the tabloids, though. I took a look at After the End Times and was relieved to find that Mahir was addressing the matter in just the right tone. He was waxing sarcastic, not bothering to take the claims seriously enough to even go to the trouble of denying them. The Border Patrol, on the other hand, was vehemently denying that we had entered the US, with a press release citing all of the various security measures that would have prevented us from doing so without being identified.
I looked over at Anna. “Would the Park Service have been able to identify us?”
“You came in with a tour group, right?”
I nodded.
“Then they'd have only what info the tour company gave them. The hotel concessionaire might have video of you, but they would only release that with a court order. I suppose they could be hacked.”
“Not much we can do about that.”
“Hm. One of their tech people has a crush on me. As soon as she heard I was assigned to Big Bend, she started talking about transferring there as soon as the hotel opens. If I promise her a date I'm sure I can get her to lose all the video from the time you were there.”
“You don't sound excited by the prospect.”
“I'm not. Ew. She's nice to look at, but she's one of those nuts that wants to kill all the large animals. Hardly ever shuts up about it.”
“Yellowstone must be scary for her.”
“Yeah, but the pay is good. They get a hazard bonus.”
Shaun said, “Make her pay for dinner, then.”
“Dunno. Might be better to skip dinner and give her something else to do with her mouth other than talk.”
Shaun has such a charming blush, it made me want to drag him back to bed. Too bad there wasn't time. Rob kept plugging away at his computer, making exasperated noises. Bobbie looked over his shoulder for a while, then went to make a pile of sandwiches, enough for two meals at least. Anna went to go pack, so Shaun and I did the same.
Once we were back in the bedroom, Shaun asked, “Do you think you and I could trade places?”
I had been expecting this. At a certain distance, my brother has no problem with gay or bi men. But he gets nervous around guys that are attracted to him. To be fair, he's almost as jumpy around women who make advances at him, he just has more experience dealing with that. “Shaun, it's not like he's going to molest you.”
“I know, but....”
“Look, you heard Bobbie last night. Unless we say otherwise, they're going to assume we're not interested. I'll bet Rob hasn't even hinted about getting down and dirty with you.”
“Well, no.”
“He made a good case for you three riding together, and that hasn't changed. What needs to change is your attitude, or Rob will be your only hope of getting any for a while.”
“Yes Ma'am, message received and understood.” He gave me a salute.
We went back into the main room, where Rob was briefing Bobbie on the planned route. “...I've sent it to your GPS. We might be a little less conspicuous if you stay about five miles behind us. Fuel is going to be a problem. There are some holdouts along the way that would have diesel, but if they won't trade you'll have to take the fuel bladder down to Santa Fe.”
I broke in, “Couldn't we get diesel at Farmington?”
“I looked into that. Best information I could find, everything there runs on coal or natural gas. Even the cars and farm machinery have been converted to natural gas. It's not like any of the major gasoline companies will deliver.”
Unfortunately, that made sense. After the Rising, the government ordered the residents of Farmington to evacuate to Albuquerque. They refused, and the National Guard was called out to remove them by force. The residents armed themselves and fortified the center of town. After a two-day standoff, the troops were ordered to open fire. Apparently all of the Guardsmen were graduates of the Imperial Stormtrooper Marksmanship Academy, because not a single resident was injured. After being threatened with prison if they didn't adjust their aim, the soldiers disarmed and confined their officers, then joined the residents of Farmington behind the barricades. Finally the Governor pardoned everyone involved and recalled the Guard.
All government offices and personnel where withdrawn, and any company that did business there faced fines and legal action. The power plant was sold to the local employees at scrap value, saving the previous owners the cost of tearing it down and transporting the materials. That savings was more than enough to pay the fine levied against them. The city reverted to a mostly barter economy. The citizens receive no government aid or services. Then again, they don't pay taxes, other than the few that venture down to Albuquerque to get goods that can't be produced locally. There were coal mines in the area, still operated to fuel the power plant. And as Rob pointed out, natural gas wells supplied their remaining energy needs. They also had oil wells, but without a refinery oil didn't do them much good. Last I had heard, there were still around 15,000 holdouts, nearly a third of the pre-Rising population.
Rob continued, “It would be a good idea to swing around Farmington anyway, outsiders tend to get noticed there.”
“Good point.”
The people of Farmington police themselves thoroughly. It would make an ideal hub for criminal activity, but that would be the quickest way to draw unwelcome interest from the government, and that is the last thing the residents want. Anyone who wasn't born there or hasn't lived there for at least a generation is viewed with suspicion.
We loaded up the vehicles and got moving, stopping at the office so Rob could check out. I took the first shift driving, staying about five miles behind Rob's position as displayed on the GPS. We headed south for nearly an hour before turning to cut across the corner of Colorado. A while later we were in New Mexico and turned due east. We took a series of county roads that didn't seem to have had any traffic in decades to go around Farmington, then rejoined the crumbling remnants of what had once been a rural highway. I was puzzled to see the Dilemma turn off of the planned route and head towards a place the GPS identified as Navajo Lake State Park, until Rob called and announced that we were stopping for lunch. By the time Bobbie and I caught up with them, they had spread out a tarp in a grove of short-needled pine trees. We sat with sandwiches in hand and guns in our laps, eating and enjoying the view out over the lake. Heaven help me, I was starting to almost enjoy this outdoorsy stuff. I glanced over at Anna and saw that she was picking up what looked like small brown pebbles from the ground, tossing some away and cracking the others between her teeth.
She caught me staring and said, “Pinyon nuts, one of the things I miss about New Mexico. Twenty dollars a pound in the store, free for the taking out in the woods.”
I decided to give it a try, having enjoyed the taste and texture of the pine nuts I'd had on the occasional salad. I picked up one that I was pretty sure wasn't a rock and carefully bit down on it. It split open, and I pulled it out of my mouth only to find an empty shell.
Anna said, “That's an old one. They don't last long in the heat. Lucky this is just the right time of year for them.”
“How do you tell the difference?”
Anna shrugged. “Practice. The older ones tend to be a little darker and have faint spots. I've been gathering pinyon nuts since I was a little girl, and I still get it wrong sometimes. Here, try these.”
I took the handful of nuts she offered me and worked my way through them. If anything they were better than the ones I'd had before, and larger. Anna filled a couple of sandwich bags full of them while the rest of us finished eating. We cleaned up and got back on the road, Bobbie taking the wheel this time.
I asked Bobbie something I'd been wondering about. “If you all are going to be a family, why doesn't Anna quit her job and go to work with Rob? He even said that she would make a great Irwin. That way you could all be together.”
“Anna loves her work, and feels that it's more important than putting on a 'freak show' for a bunch of shut ins.”
“So she doesn't respect what Rob does?”
“Well, Rob does a lot of local color and human interest stuff too. He loves the outdoors as much as she does, and kills more zombies than some sweeper teams. She gives him a lot of credit for inspiring more people to explore the world outside of their safe little homes and helping make that world a little safer for them.”
“What does she think of Shaun?”
“Hon, you and your brother were the catalyst behind bringing down major corruption in the federal government. Some of the money that had been disappearing into the black hole of CDC schemes is now going to the Interior Department, allowing more parks to be re-opened. She would bow down and kiss his feet if he asked, not to mention other portions of his anatomy. Yours too.”
Getting back on the subject, I asked, “Is Rob disappointed that Anna doesn't want to work with him?”
“Not at all, in fact he's relieved. Rob refuses to work in the field with anyone he loves. He and his college lover became Irwins together, until Chris got bitten by a zombie and Rob had to put a bullet through his head. He doesn't ever want to have to do that again. The same zombie left that bite mark on Rob's leg.”
Remembering the day that I had to shoot Buffy, I could sympathize. Then my brain finally seized on that last statement. “So Rob knew he was immune years ago?”
“It seems obvious in hindsight but he didn't realize it at the time. They were in the desert and he figured the zombie was too dehydrated to produce much saliva. By the time he was able to take a blood test, his immune system must have fought it off.”
“Hm, I caught some of the reports from Big Bend. Looked like he didn't have much trouble working with Anna then.”
“He was trying very hard not to fall for her. Anna told me she was frustrated as hell. She was attracted to him, and it was obvious he was attracted to her, but he stayed so emotionally distant. She finally resorted to literally flinging herself naked at him. And, by the way, if you publish any of this we expect a share of the revenues.”
“Sorry, guess I did kind of slip into reporter mode.”
“No problem, I'm kinda used to it.”
We rode in silence after that. The miles passed by, the landscape changing from brown to green and back again. We traveled through what the remains of a sign proclaimed to be the Carson National Forest, thankfully on a road that still had some pavement this time. We arrived at the ruins of Taos, and Rob called to tell us to close up on him again. We found the Dilemma parked outside a fortified gate in front of a large house. A heavily armed man was walking from the house to the gate. Rob and Anna got out to meet him, Anna once again wearing her distracting shorts and tank top outfit, this time with the addition of a submachinegun hanging from a sling. Bobbie rolled down her window so we could hear what was said.
The man reached the gate, not quite pointing a shotgun at the pair. “What are you folks lookin' for?”
Anna answered, “We were hoping to trade for some diesel.”
“Not sure we can spare any. If we can it won't be cheap, and we don't take credit cards.”
Rob said, “We can offer medical supplies. Contraceptive implants, antibiotics, some class two drugs. Or we can pay part in gold or anonymous cash cards.”
The man swung his shotgun to the side. “Sounds like we might could do some business. Drive on up to the house. You can leave one guard with the vehicles, but everyone else needs to go inside. Handguns only in the house.”
The man with the shotgun opened the gate and waited there as we drove up to the house. When we parked, Shaun waited in the Dilemma while the rest of us got out. Rob was carrying a large satchel and wearing what I recognized as a Colt 1911 in place of the two high capacity .45s he normally carried, and Anna had traded her SMG for a leather gun belt bearing a holstered handgun. I had my .40 resting at the small of my back, and Bobbie slipped into a shoulder rig holding a large revolver. A teenage girl in a homemade dress welcomed us at the door and silently ushered us inside. There we found an older man, in his 50s, seated at a table.
“Pardon me if I don't get up, but it's been a long day. Please, sit down. My name's Dan.” He reached across the table to shake Rob's hand.
“Hi Dan, I'm Rob.”
“Yep, I recognize you. Won't ask what you're doing outside of Texas, none of my business. So, Jay says you're looking to trade medical supplies for fuel?”
“Yes sir.” Rob opened the satchel and laid out an assortment of boxes, pill bottles, and ampules.
“Not any other place you could get diesel around here. Seems like it's a seller's market.”
“Oh, we have enough to make it to Santa Fe if we have to. But I'm willing to pay a small markup to avoid the detour.”
“Gotcha. We just traded for some family planning stuff a few weeks back, so we're good there. We could stand to lay in some other drugs for emergencies.”
They haggled for the better part of half an hour before settling on 200 doses of antibiotics and 50 of oxycodone. After shaking hands to settle the deal, Dan pushed his chair back and pulled away the blanket covering his legs to reveal a neatly stitched but clearly infected cut on his thigh. He filled a syringe with antibiotics and injected it. The girl from before brought out a pitcher of iced tea and a tray of glasses, and Dan quickly poured himself a glass and used it to swallow a couple of painkillers. His daughter, or maybe granddaughter, poured for the rest of us. The tea tasted of mint, surprising but pleasant.
Rob spoke up, “If I'd known, I might not have bargained as hard.”
“Would have taken all the fun out of it. Haggling is one of my favorite hobbies.”
Rob laughed at that. “Glad I could entertain you.”
“I'd ask you to stay for dinner, but I bet you need to get back on the road. Fuel tanks are around by the barn. Have to warn you, it's ag diesel.”
“I've had plenty of cops pull me over, but not one has ever looked in my gas tank.”
“I hear you. I've got a truckload of vegetables ready to go to market, help yourselves to a bag full in lieu of dinner.”
“Thank you, will do. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention my passing through here.”
“Like I said, none of my business. I don't go telling tales.”
We made our goodbyes and pulled around the side of the house where we found a large tank up on a ten foot tower. Rob filled the tanks while Bobbie went to pick out a sack of veggies.
Anna asked, “Will the gas be a problem?”
“Nope,” Rob answered. “The only difference is the sulfur content. Farms are exempt from emission standards. We'll spew out a little more pollution than usual, but that's it.”
Once we were fueled up, it was time to get moving again. I was really getting tired of traveling. We went through or around a series of small, abandoned towns. After around an hour and a half, we used another unmonitored underpass to cross Interstate 25. Another two hours found us entering Texas at last. It was a good thing I had been to Texas before, or I might have mistakenly believed we were almost there. The state was so big that we were looking at another ten or twelve hours just to get to the central hub that was San Antonio. We started seeing more traffic on the roads. There were some small cities that were still operating in this part of the state, and we took to back roads to skirt around them. We came to an abandoned town, and the GPS showed that the Dilemma had stopped ahead of us. When Bobbie turned a corner and Rob's LAV came into view it had changed. All through this trip, it had a dull green paint job showing lots of weathering and scratches. Now it was a metallic blue, with “Texas Zombie Reporter” emblazoned on the side and a Texas flag waving(!) above the words.
Bobbie saw the surprise on my face. “Programmable paint. Rob saved for years to get it. I guess now that we're back in Texas he decided to throw off the camouflage.”
“Ah. But why are they stopped?”
Bobbie pointed. I followed her finger, seeing three infected staggering down the street. They'd been dead a while, slow and lacking coordination. I wasn't surprised to see Rob and Shaun step out into the street, except for one thing.
“Um, why is Rob wearing a derby?”
Bobbie groaned. “He's been wanting to do this for almost a year. Please tell me your brother isn't a Three Stooges fan.”
“Of course he is. I think it's hard coded into the male genome. Why?”
“Just watch.”
Rob reached into a pocket and pulled out a pair of objects I couldn't make out at this distance. He tossed one to either side, and as they flew through the air four legs unfolded from them and telescoped out to about three feet. They landed supported by three legs, with the fourth sticking straight up. The GPS display on the monitor set in the dashboard was replaced by a series of images. From the angles, they had to be coming from those two objects. I had always wondered how he got such great video without a camera crew.
“Where is this video going?”
“Hold on, let me check.” Bobbie tapped an icon on the monitor. “It's going to the secure drive. It's write-only when it's connected to any network. Takes a special patch cord to get data from it. It'll stay under wraps until you give the okay.”
“We'll want a copy.”
“Deal.”
Shaun and Rob stopped in the middle of the street to await the infected. Shaun looked back at us and I could see him mouthing “Hey George, check this out.” Rob pointed at them, grasped his derby on the side, raised it up a bit, and rapidly tapped the front and back against his head. The pair was standing closer together than usual for this situation, and consequently the infected stayed bunched together, not having enough collective intelligence to surround them. As they got close, Shaun stepped forward and slapped all three across the face in one motion. At that point I understood Bobbie's Three Stooges reference, and I echoed her earlier groan. Shaun and Rob split up and backed away, with two of them following my brother. He grabbed them by the hair and knocked their skulls together, dazing them. Rob held a fist out to his infected, and when it swiped at his hand Rob windmilled his arm around behind him, bringing it over the top and smacking the infected on top of the head. It dropped to its knees and had trouble getting back up.
Shaun kicked one of his infected in the butt, sending it sprawling on the ground. He drew his chainsaw, turned it on, and repeatedly brought it down on the head of the other one. I was surprised that he wasn't doing much damage, then realized that he must be releasing the trigger just before impact. Rob's infected had finally gotten to its feet and Rob grabbed it by the nose, leading it around in a circle before the nose came off. It grabbed Rob's arm, but he shook loose. Rob spread his index and middle fingers and poked the infected in the eyes. It convulsed and collapsed motionless to the street.
“What...?”
“Zap glove. Rob modified it with electrodes in the fingertips just for this purpose. 120,000 volts straight to the optic nerves.”
I winced. Shaun and Rob hurried back to the Dilemma. Anna, standing up through the top hatch with her SMG, handed down two pies. They turned back to their playmates, and each of the remaining two infected got a pie to the face. As they were stumbling around blind Rob drew both his handguns and stepped between them, simultaneously putting a round through each of their skulls. Shaun used a downed street sign to roll the bodies together while Rob got a kerosene can from the Dilemma. Rob stripped off his glove and tossed it onto the pile, then doused them with a gallon or so. They stood back while Shaun tossed a lit flare on the bodies, setting them ablaze. Bobbie and I went to join them while they wiped down with bleach towels.
As we approached, my brother was saying, “Dude, that was awesome!”
Rob said, “Yeah, that was fun. I haven't worked that smoothly with anyone since I was just out of college.” He turned to Bobbie. “Tell me we got good footage.”
Bobbie replied, “It was perfect. I wish we could post it right away.”
“It'll keep.” His face took on a more serious look. “Now that the fun and games are over, we have a decision to make. Our lodging options for tonight are limited. We can either find a building here in town that's intact enough to hole up in, or head down to I-40 to a very discreet hotel I know.”
“How secure is this hotel?” I asked.
“I know at least a dozen reporters and one government agency that have tried to get their guest list without success. They take their guest's privacy very seriously.”
“Like the Agora?”
“Some of the same clientele, not the same amenities. It's a love hotel, all theme rooms with separate entrances.”
Shaun said, “Sounds like fun. I vote for the hotel.”
The rest of us made it unanimous. Then Anna had news that spoiled the good mood. “I heard back from my friend in Yellowstone. She 'accidentally' deleted the video, but someone had already hacked it. She traced it back to a government server in Atlanta.”
“Damn,” I said, “The CDC.”
“Probably.”
On that sour note, we divided up our dinner sandwiches and headed out, eating as we drove. I had to let the burning flesh smell clear from my nostrils before I could eat. Allegedly, burning human bodies smell like cooking pork, but since pork went off the menu about the time I was born, I had no basis for comparison. It was after dark before we arrived at our destination, a twelve story building surrounded by a twenty foot high concrete wall. There were no signs or any other indications that it was a hotel. The double gate was automated, allowing one vehicle in at a time, the inner gate not opening until the outer one closed and everyone had passed a blood test. Marker lights in the pavement led us to separate single-vehicle garages. Bobbie and I had to sign nondisclosure agreements requiring us to accept a fine that was more than After the End Times made in a year if we revealed any information about anyone we saw in the hotel. We took turns in a decon shower before meeting Rob and Anna in a small elevator lobby. Shaun joined us a minute later, and Rob punched a code into a keypad by the elevator door.
Rob said, “I got us the only adjoining rooms that were still available, an orgy room and an S&M dungeon.”
As we got on the elevator, Shaun asked, “Which one do we get?”
“Well, the bed in the dungeon is a little too small for three people. The one in the orgy room will sleep six if they're real friendly.”
He didn't ask if we were feeling 'real friendly' tonight, but I could see in his eyes that the option was available. I smiled at him and shook my head. He nodded in acknowledgment and handed me a printout with a room number and an eight-digit code. The elevator stopped on the tenth floor and we exited into a short hallway with a stairwell on the other end and two doors each side. Our rooms were on the right, and I punched the code into the keypad at our door. It opened and Shaun and I went inside.
The first thing that caught my eye was the wall behind the bed, with hooks holding a bewildering array of implements and restraints, most of which I couldn't put names to. The bed was a four-poster, and hanging from each post was a rope with a leather cuff on the end. In one corner was a steel cage, and in another was a pair of planks in the shape of an upright X with eyebolts at the end of each arm. To one side there was something that resembled a padded sawhorse. On the other side of the bed, a metal bar also equipped with eyebolts hung from an electric winch set in the ceiling. The wall separating this room from the one the others were occupying was made up of a series of sliding panels, suggesting it could opened up into one big room for parties. I couldn't begin to describe how the bathroom was equipped, but at least it still functioned for conventional use.
My brother and I stripped down to our underwear and slipped into bed. We cuddled, my head resting on his chest, listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat, his hand slipping into my panties to cup my ass. It was hard being apart from him during the day, even though I understood the reason. At least we were together at night. As his heart thudded in my ear, I realized I was hearing another rhythmic sound, much sharper and punctuated by happy cries, coming from other room.
Shaun said, “Sounds like someone is getting a spanking.”
I looked up at his face and giggled. “Sounds like someone is enjoying it. Maybe they should have taken this room after all.”
Shaun saw the look in my eyes. “Don't you dare.”
Too late. In a few seconds I was up and had Shaun turned over my lap with his boxers pulled down over his thighs. It's not as though he couldn't fight me off, but we sometimes enjoy some playful wrestling and he holds himself back enough to give me an even chance. This time I got the upper hand and I brought my palm down on his bare butt. He pretended to struggle, but with him across my thighs I could feel his cock quickly getting hard. I kept laying light smacks across his ass while he continued to squirm.
Suddenly he yelled out, “Harder, George, harder!”
I granted his request, gradually using more of my strength until my hand began to sting. I leaned towards the head of the bed, grabbing one of the mildest-looking items from the wall, a kind of soft, floppy leather paddle. Each smack of the paddle on Shaun's ass was loud, leaving a noticeable red mark on his already flushed skin. Even if the others hadn't heard us before I knew they could then, and I didn't much care. Shaun's butt gradually turned an even darker red, until I couldn't stand it anymore. I rolled him onto his back, tore my panties getting them off, and straddled him, gasping as I slammed myself down onto his hard shaft. I fucked him in a frenzy until we both came at the same time, then I collapsed across his chest.
It took a while to get my breath back. “I should have figured you for a masochist.”
“Hey, I'm not, that shit hurts. But she doesn't handle pain any better than she does booze. The first smack had her complaining and she went and hid when you really cut loose.”
“And her absence was enough to get you that turned on?”
“Well, okay. The hot part wasn't the pain, it was that you were the one doing it.”
“So you like me being in charge?”
“Hell, George, you were always in charge. You've ordered me around ever since we first went into blogging together. It doesn't have to stop when we log off. You being the boss of me means all is right with the world.”
Wow, that went right to my heart, not to mention my lower regions. I sat up, balancing myself with my hands on his shoulders. I slid my hands down his arms, gripping his wrists tightly and pinning them over his head as I leaned down again to kiss him. Our bodies still joined, I felt his response instantly. I gently rocked back and forth as his cock returned to full hardness. I released his arms to reach for the cuffs dangling from the headboard, relieved to find they closed with simple buckles. I secured them around his wrists, then sat upright, slowly sliding up and down his cock. I taunted him by cupping my breasts and playing with my nipples, leaning forward so that they were just out of reach of his bound hands. The look of lust and desperation on his face gave me a small orgasm.
In his place I would have been in a panic, fighting to get loose, but he only wanted to touch me. I had always loved my brother, but in that moment I loved him even more than ever. I hadn't ever thought much about being dominant in the bedroom, but if tonight was any indication it would be happening a lot in the future. But even if I didn't enjoy it myself, I would have done it for him.
I leaned forward a little more, so that his fingertips could barely brush against my breasts. As soon as he touched them, he came again, spurting deep inside me. I wasn't finished yet, so I turned around and straddled his face, dropping my dripping cunt onto his mouth. My brother had never hesitated to go down on me, but he ate me out with more enthusiasm than ever before. It was hard to remember to let up once in a while so he could breathe. I stretched to take his cock into my mouth, loving the feel of him on my tongue. He didn't get hard again, but I didn't mind. The second time had been faster than he had managed since we were teenagers, a third was too much to ask yet. A wicked thought caused me to drag my teeth along his sensitive flesh, and he responded with some rapid tongue action on my clit that had me releasing his cock to scream in climax.

Why of course Georgia and Shaun Mason returned to the United States. What took you so bloody long to figure that out? They have been touring that benighted country for a good six months now. If you would like to meet them, I understand they will be in Tennessee next month to investigate rumors that Elvis is still alive. Shaun, naturally, is hoping he turns out to be infected.
- From Fish and Clips, the blog of Mahir Gowda
- July 27, 2042
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