Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 7

Hillbilly Tactics.

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The TV flashed, losing a digital telephone ring, and I grabbed the remote from the table and accepted the call.

"Hey, Harrison," said the man on the other end. He was another lab coat, and as best I could tell from the blurry background he was likely in the same facility or even the same room as Doctor Varma had been. This guy looked like he'd stepped right out of a corny television show though; he was blubbery in the way that a guy could be after a couple of decades of slow physical decline, with a burst of thinning silver hair that just needed the black streaks and some smudges on his face to look like he'd been catoonishly blown up. The bit of scraggly, messy scruff on his chin that looked unplanned made me a little self-conscious of my own currently messy beard. Erica had wanted me to grow mine out a bit so she could decide if she liked it longer or shorter, and Ivy didn't care, so I was looking even more like a mountain man than usual. "I'm Doctor McKenna, but you can call me Bill," he continued.

"You're on Doc Varma's team?" I asked, putting two and two together.

"Yep," he nodded. "I was supposed to do the follow-up interview with you but got caught up with some of the numbers in your case. Charlotte and I have both reviewed the content. Sounds like you had a bit of a wild time, huh? And don't worry, we're all getting pretty used to the graphic nature of our work these days so you didn't offend or embarrass anyone."

"Well, that's something at least," I said. "I never thought I'd be having a conversation like that with a doctor. Or anyone."

He got a wry grin at this and held up a hand to ease me. "Believe me, Harrison. I've been with the team from the start and we have had more than a few of these sorts of conversations based on the nature of the vaccine. Yours is definitely up there as a novel case of details, but it's only personal for you, not us."

I just nodded, not knowing what to say. I hadn't considered how often sex must come up in their day-to-day work if they were specialists.

"Now, I have; well, I can't say it's good nor bad news," Doctor Bill said. "Interesting for us, for sure. As I'm sure you're aware, as you have two partners already, the vaccine is supposed to only be transmissible from women to men for the purposes of diluting the effects on men. To be frank, no one here on the team had considered the possibility of transferring and initiating a bonding process from one woman to another through female ejaculate. It doesn't help that most of the science community, those that would even think of it, haven't exactly spent time studying female ejaculate to begin with. So your situation wasn't tested for, but as far as we can tell it still shouldn't have been able to happen."

"So what does that mean, doc?" I asked.

"It means that you, or one of your current partners, or some combination, integrated with the vaccine and imprinting process in an exceptional way. A variant response is how we're categorizing it at the moment, and to be frank it's not even one of the most surprising ones we've encountered as the testing continues to broaden. As best we can tell from your interview, it's likely that Miss Peters was vaccinated through the oral ingestion of the female ejaculate; all the markers of a normal imprinting process occur when you began actual sex together.

"Now, the really interesting part of this on my end is obviously the fact that this happened at all, but following the results of the blood tests from the Testing facility up where you are, and the preliminary tests we've completed on the samples that got flown down to us here, we've found that it isn't likely to be a phenomenon that is worth pursuing. Unfortunately, while Miss Peters is certainly going to be imprinted on you to some degree, it also seems that the efficacy of the vaccine in her system will be well under our current rates. Right now our projection is that she will only have an efficacy rate of about thirty-five to forty per cent, while a woman who has undergone our current best practices has an efficacy of somewhere around the eightieth percentile."

I had to rub my forehead and close my eyes for a long moment as I tried to parse everything he was saying. "So what does that mean, Doctor Bill?" I asked.

"It means that Miss Peters is now part of your 'Team,' he said. "That's what I've been calling the groups of imprinted people colloquially around here, anyways. But where your other two partners have a high likelihood of staving off the Duo Halo virus, if Miss Peters is exposed she is about half as likely to resist initial infection or gain serious aid in fighting off an infection she catches."

"So we've put her at risk by having casual sex with her," I said. "Fuck me, this is exactly the kind of shit that I was worried about when she asked to join in with us."

"Yes and no," he said. "To be frank, it's entirely possible that her integration with the vaccine will grow and normalize over time with repeated exposure to you. The staff up there will book some follow-up blood draws to check in on that. One of the many things were are trying to understand about the vaccine is how sex bolsters imprinted partners. Generally, we haven't seen that happen for women, since they can't have more than one imprinted male partner, but the more partners men are in contact with the more efficacy we're seeing."

"So you're saying she's stuck with me," I said. "She asked for no-strings-attached, and she got trapped into a sexual relationship."

"You could look at it that way," he said. "But,”

"But," Doc Varma said, coming into view on his end of the call and hovering over his shoulder. "I would remind you, Mr. Black, that she did choose to initiate a group sexual encounter with you and your partners. And once she is awake from the imprinting process, I would not be surprised if she feels content with the overall situation following any initial panic or shock."

I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling for a moment. "You know, when I first heard about this from Erica, I told her it sounded like some sort of brainwashing mind control shit? I couldn't believe she'd gotten the vaccine. But then everything was going so well that I stopped thinking about it. And Ivy was happy, and Erica's brother was partnered and they were both extremely happy. But this,” I sighed heavily and looked at the two scientists on the screen. "This is some fucked up, B-movie supervillain kind of shit. You guys realize that, right? Like, where is James Bond in all of this?"

Bill frowned, but Doc Varma smirked just a little. "Yes," she said. "We are aware of how inappropriate many of the factors of the vaccine are, Mr. Black. It is a marvel of modern medicine, but we are still grappling with the necessities that come along with it."

Together they ran me through what I needed to expect moving forward. Vanessa was going to be monitored until she woke up, so I would be spending the night where I was at. She'd get a complete physical, and they'd take more blood for testing before she'd be released into my care and we were brought back home. Then, depending on what she wanted, she would either be able to live with Erica, Ivy and I, or she could maintain some distance for the time being and only come to see me for the sexual encounters she would require. We would both receive follow-up check-ins from someone on the Vaccine testing team to draw more blood periodically to check if Vanessa's efficacy was changing, or if mine was.

We hit the grocery store next, which ended up only allowing two people inside in a party at once. Dani wanted to look for some specific stuff, and Vanessa hadn't had her own kitchen to cook in for almost two years since she'd been eating cafeteria food on industrial construction sites, so I decided to hang out in the truck while they went in. I sent them with my credit card and reminded them of the staples we needed.

They got in line outside the store, and I decided to enjoy the warmth of the afternoon and open the gate of my truck so I could sit outside. I watched Dani and Vanessa from across the parking lot, keeping one eye on them while I could. I could tell they were talking from the small hand motions. Neither of them talked with their hands like Erica or Leo did, but everything seemed friendly between them.

"Excuse me?"

I turned and realized I'd tunnel-visioned and completely lost track of my surroundings because a woman was standing about ten paces away from me. That wasn't like me at all. She was nervous, wringing her wrists as she stood awkwardly. She was a little scrawny, her clothes hanging off of her, and the eyes above her rough-looking mask were... not sunken, but sort of sad. "I'm sorry to bother you, Harri," she said. "I was just wondering if maybe you could spare a couple bucks? Things aren't really going well right now, and I've got my kids..."

Living in Portland, I'd seen my fair share of homeless folks and beggars. Some of them were pushy and agitated, and others entirely shut down from their addictions. This woman didn't look homeless, but she definitely looked down on her luck. And down for enough time that it showed. She wasn't wearing even basic earrings but had the holes in her ears. There was a slightly less tan ring on her finger where I assumed a wedding band used to sit, but it was fading.

Every major city in the United States had a homeless population. Some were worse than others, I knew that. The further south along the coast, the warmer it got, and the bigger the population. But out here in the sticks? In Jewell?

Sure, we had the occasional drifter moving through. I'd never seen someone begging before.

Things were really getting bad.

"Uh, yeah, I can," I said, reaching for my wallet in my pocket. "I'm sorry, you know me but I'm not immediately recognizing you. Maybe it's the mask."

She took a couple steps forward as I said I could spare her some cash, but looked away as I asked who she was. I kicked myself, realizing that her situation was embarrassing enough as it was. "Maybe you don't remember me," the woman said. "I was a year ahead of you in high school. Mary Duncan?"

"Of course I remember you, Mary," I said. "It's just been a long time. You were a cheerleader I think, right? You did all the flips. You were really graceful."

"Thanks," she said, and I could tell she was blushing behind her mask.

I didn't have too much cash on me compared to what I used to carry for emergencies. I used to be a cash-only guy, at least around town. Knowing what my bank account looked like, I just pulled what I had and slipped down from the gate of my truck and set the bills on it, stepping back. "No offence, I don't think you stink or anything," I tried to joke.

Mary's eyes went wide when she saw the bills, and she mumbled something as she stepped forward and I backed off a bit more so she could take them. It was maybe seventy dollars, but as she quickly looked through the bills I saw her get teary, and then she clutched the cash to her chest and collapsed to her knees, crying.

I wanted to go and comfort her. Give her a hug. She was clearly overwhelmed and in a bad way, and back when we were in school she'd always been a cute, button-nosed girl with a soft smile and a big laugh.

But I couldn't go to her. I couldn't rub her back or pat her shoulder or give her a hug. The best I could do was squat down from several feet away to get closer to her level.

"Mary?" I asked.

She sniffed hard and rubbed at her eyes. "Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed," she said.

"You don't need to be," I said. "You said you have kids, right? How many?"

"Two," she said. "Thomas is six now, and looks like his dad. My little girl Charlie is four. She wanted to go to school like her big brother this fall but..."

But the schools were closed, and who knew how long they would be closed for?

"And their Dad?" I asked.

She sniffed hard again. "He went up to Portland to look for work after we both got laid off at the start of quarantine," she said. "I haven't heard from him since."

"Fuck," I breathed out, hopefully not loud enough for her to hear. The guy could have abandoned his family like a shit, or just been overwhelmed and trying to find a way to make it right. Or he could be dead. "Mary, I'm sorry you're going through this. And I'm sorry if this touches another sore spot, but is your phone still active?"

She nodded, touching the ragged little purse. I asked her to take it out and I immediately recognized that she'd probably downgraded her phone at a pawn shop, it was a beat-up old model barely above a flip phone. I gave her my number. "Call me the next time you need groceries, Okay?" I said. "Or if there's an emergency. Seriously, Mary."

"I applied for food stamps, and welfare, but I haven't heard anything back," she said pitifully, like she was trying to explain her shitty situation. There wasn't any explaining.

"The system is probably overloaded," I said softly. "Mary. I'm not pulling your leg. Go get groceries for you and your kids. I'll figure something out for you for next week, Okay?"

"Harri, I can't just; I don't want to,”

It was fucking stupid, but this woman who I remembered as that sweet girl was broken. I stood up and went to her, and pulled her to her feet and hugged her. She was tiny, and bony, in my arms. She'd probably been feeding her kids everything she could and taking the bare minimum for herself.

"Stop," I said quietly as I held her, and she cried a little again. "You're doing what you can in a terrible situation, Mary. I'm doing Okay. Let me help."

"Thank you," she whispered into my shirt, then sniffed behind her mask again and stepped away. 'Thank you, Harri."

"Text me," I reminded her. "So that I have your number."

"I will," she nodded. "I will."

She left, headed towards the line outside the store, and I watched her go. Hopefully I wasn't going to pay for that moment of kindness with my life. But what was the point of being vaccinated and wealthy if I couldn't help a hurting woman?

I sat back on the gate of my truck and saw the two big paper bags holding the meat I'd just bought. Hundreds of dollars’ worth. I could have given her some, along with the cash. One of the chickens and some of the sausages. Kids liked sausage, right?

Then I could practically hear my Mom's voice in the back of my mind. She'd been the giver in the family before she died. The volunteer. And she'd always said that you couldn't do your best for others without taking care of your family first.

Seventy dollars would carry Mary and her kids for a few days at least. I could set up an account with Mason, connect her with Mrs. Branston for eggs, and cover her bill. I doubted I could do the same at the grocery store, but meat was always the most expensive part of meals anyways. I could drop a couple hundred bucks with her to help cover her other staples every few weeks.

I looked down at my sweater, hoping again that I wasn't going to pay for this with sickness and death.

What did those docs say? Eighty per cent effective, with more for each partner? I had three partners now, so I had to be like ninety per cent covered, right?

The rest of my wait in the parking lot, unfortunately, wasn't peaceful. A guy with some parking lot road rage pounded on his horn at a woman who was loading her car. A half dozen teens skated through on skateboards, whooping and hollering and skirting by too close to people. None of them were wearing masks, and I saw a few of them spitting near people or fake coughing just to get a reaction out of them.

I was trying to decide if I should call the emergency line, but they were gone as quickly as they arrived. Teens, rebellious and angry at the world, and most importantly bored and left to their own devices. Thankfully since I'd parked at the back of the lot they didn't really come near me.

I did end up calling 911 when the fight broke out though.

Two women were yelling at each other as they exited the store, both of them with full carts. I had no idea what they were shouting, but they definitely got the attention of everyone in the parking lot and the line. Then one lady pivoted and smacked her buggy into the other lady, and that one grabbed something out of the other's cart and threw it.

"911 Emergency Services. Where is the emergency located?"

"Yeah, I'm at the Green Grocer in Jewell," I said. "My name is Harrison Black. I need police services, a fight has broken out between two women in the parking lot and it's gotten physical."

I could hear typing on the other end of the line. "I've dispatched a cruiser, sir, but the arrival time is at least twenty minutes. Is anyone's life in danger?"

"Other than the pandemic?" I sighed. The women were grappled at this point, both of them trying to throw punches. "Hard to say. Neither of them are backing down and they've got a hold of each other and are swinging."

"If you can, try to keep anyone else from getting involved, sir," the operator said. "And remember to keep your distance."

"Fuck," I said as one of the ladies connected cleanly with the nose of the other. Blood started streaming down that one's face but it didn't stop her from clawing at the other with a snarl. "It's getting worse. There's blood now. Look, I'm not saying you have the authority to let me do this, but I've got my handgun in the truck and could pop one into the ground to spook them and try and disperse the issue."

There was a long moment of silence on the other end of the line. "..... I mean, I'm not going to tell you to do that.... But..."

"Understood," I said.

I gave the operator my number, since I was sure the police were going to want to follow up with me, and then slammed the gate of my truck closed and went to the passenger side. Dani had returned the 1911 to its case thankfully, so I quickly slammed the magazine home and did a quick check to see it had one chambered before walking across the parking lot with the pistol held low and to the side.

The women were scrapping on the ground at this point. A crowd had formed, not so close to each other to be shoulder to shoulder, but closer than they should have been.

"Hey!" I shouted over the noise in my best military voice, but only the closest few people glanced over at me. One saw my gun and his eyes went wide.

I sighed and shook my head, then pointed the muzzle at one of the little end-row barriers that had a sprig of a garden inside the concrete curb and pulled the trigger. The loud popping boom of the discharge quieted everyone real quick, including the fighting ladies as they all looked over at me.

"Get the fuck out of here," I shouted.

People scattered, including the two fighting ladies as they scrambled to recover their carts. I was pretty sure several items had gone missing from their shopping bags in the ruckus, claimed by other people who felt they needed them more.

I just shook my head as I flipped the safety on and tucked the 1911 into the pocket on the front of my sweater. There were still a few people in line at the front of the store, along with an employee monitoring it, so I went over. It turned out to be the same teen as that time I'd been here with Erica and almost gotten in a fight myself.

I gave him my name and let him know the police were already on their way. He said it wasn't the first fistfight he'd seen break out this week, let alone in the last month.

"Kid," I said. "This job ain't worth your life."

He shrugged. "I'm saving for college, and the bonus pay I'm getting as a front-line worker is adding up quickly."

"College ain't worth your life either. Just saying."

Dani and Vanessa came out of the store a little while later. I'd already returned the 1911 to its case and was sitting on the tailgate of my truck again. I explained to them what happened, both with Mary and with the fight. And I admitted to hugging Mary despite the danger.

"I can walk home from here," I said. "We probably shouldn't get into the truck together. I'll need to,”

"Harri," Vanessa interrupted me. "Shut up and get in the car. You're not in any danger, right? You're vaccinated. We're both vaccinated."

"Yeah, but you are way less covered than the rest of us," I said. "It's not a big deal. It'll take a couple of hours of walking."

Vanessa took it into her own hands and practically tackled me. "Oops, too late."

"Vanessa!" I said in a panic and looked at Dani for help.

"Lady made her decision," Dani shrugged. "We can either live in fear of it, or just do our best."

So I ended up driving again, praying that Mary wasn't sick, which would mean I wasn't carrying it. I felt like an idiot all over again for hugging her, for risking everything to comfort her. But then I'd also seen that look on her face and I knew she'd needed it.

Our last stop of the trip was Mrs. Branston's, but when I pulled into the front of her long gravel driveway I noticed that she hadn't put the flat of eggs I'd asked for in the usual spot. Frowning, I pulled out my phone and called her, but it went to voicemail immediately.

"That's weird," I said. "Mrs. Branston is always home."

"You want to go check on her, don't you," Vanessa said, not really a question.

"Well, she's seventy and lives alone," I said. "She's not exactly ancient, but she's no spring chicken either."

"Alright, let's go see what's up," Dani said. Then turned to Vanessa. "You're staying here though."

"What?" Vanessa said. "Why?"

"Because you already took one risk today, and I'm starting to like you too much to let you do two in a day," Dani smirked, then pulled up her mask.

"Ugh, fine," Vanessa sighed. "Crack the windows for me at least."

I did her one better and left the truck running with the AC on.

Dani and I walked up the drive. It was long, but nowhere near as long as mine had been. The Branston's had built their house almost forty years ago; Victor Branston had worked at the local lumber mill, and his wife Hailey had started their side business of raising chickens and eggs after they built their single-story ranch house and barn. They'd had a son who had died in a drunk driving accident when I was still a kid, and a daughter who had moved away when I was still in middle school.

At the top of the drive I tried calling again, and with no answer, Dani and I went to the front door and I knocked, then stepped back.

"Mrs. Branston!" I called loudly. "You home?"

Again, no answer. Shaking my head, I frowned beneath my mask and furrowed my brow. Her car was parked in front of the house, so she wasn't out.

"Let's check in some windows," Dani suggested. "If she fell and broke her hip or something she might not be able to reach her phone."

So that's what we did. It felt rude, peeking in her windows like that, but I let the MP side of me take over. I was looking into her kitchen when Dani gasped and motioned me to the other end of the side of the house. She was holding a gloved hand over her mask. I rushed over and looked in.

It was Mrs. Branston's bedroom, and she was lying in the bed completely still. There was a dark stain around her mouth and nose and on the edge of some of the sheets. I recognized the dried blood. It looked like she'd been coughing it up.

"Fuck," I sighed, stepping back from the window. Her sallow skin. Her sunken eyes. It was haunting.

I called Emergency Services for the second time in less than an hour and reported it.

"What do we do now?" Dani asked.

"I'd say call her family, but I don't know her daughter's number. I think Mrs. Branston said she moved out east somewhere," I said. "We'll need to leave that to the police. Other than that?" I shrugged and looked around at the property. Hailey Branston had lived here going on forty years. Now there was no one.

My eyes settled on the barn.

"If nothing else, we should feed the chickens," I said. "No need for them to starve to death."

"Good idea," Dani nodded and followed me towards the barn.

Now, my worry had been that the chickens might be dead. I really wasn't sure how long it would take for chickens to starve to death, so I was preparing myself for the stink of not only a chicken coop but of dead bodies.

What I wasn't prepared for was for the place to be empty.

"What the fuck?"

"This is weird," Dani said, looking at the rows and rows of empty cages.

It was obvious this was a chicken operation. Just the bird poo around was enough to point to that. But there weren't any chickens.

"How do fifty chickens just up and vanish?" I asked, wandering deeper into the barn.

"It's not just the chickens," Dani said behind me. She was standing at a big bin near the front door with a big 'feed' label on it. She'd lifted the lid. "All their food is gone too except for a bit of mess at the bottom."

I just shook my head, frowning as I looked around. Maybe there was some sort of metaphor here about Haily Branston's life, but all I was seeing was a crime scene. "Who the fuck finds out an old woman is dead, and instead of reporting it they steal all her chickens?"

"An asshole," Dani said.

"Assholes," I corrected. "This would have taken forever if it was just one person. There had to be at least two, probably more." I sighed. "Alright, we need to get out of here. We'll report it to the police when they get here."

Dani and I went back down to Vanessa, filling her in on what we'd seen, and then waited.

Thirty minutes later I called Emergency Services again on the non-emergency line, asking for an update on when we could expect someone to come out.

"I'm sorry sir, but all our services are currently dispatched at the moment with active issues," the operator said. "We've got your report on file, and an ambulance will be dispatched when police are available. We have your name and number on file, we don't need you to stay on location."

That was definitely not the norm for someone calling in a dead body, and it made me worried. "Alright," I said. "I just need to add something to the report then. After my previous call we checked in on Mrs. Branston's agricultural livestock. Someone has stolen all her chickens."

"I'm... sorry?" the operator said.

"Someone stole fifty-odd chickens," I clarified.

There was another long moment of quiet from the other end of the line.

"Chickens?"

"Yeah, chickens," I said.

A long sigh. "Alright, I added it to the report. Have a good day, sir."

"You,” the operator hung up. "-too."

"That sounded like it went great," Vanessa said sarcastically.

"Yeah," I said, wondering what the fuck was happening to my home town. "I can't say that it did."

Vanessa came jogging down from the office portables when the black sedan came rolling around the bunkhouses.

After we'd gotten back from our big run, and Erica had berated me for taking a risk with Mary even while telling me how sweet a man I was, things had settled down. Leo's new partners had slept through the day with their imprinting, but we'd grilled up some extra sausages in case they woke up in the night and were hungry. I'd spent some time late in the afternoon with Ivy, and that night I'd slept with Vanessa on one side of me, and Ivy on the other while Erica spooned up behind her and rested a hand on my chest. We'd all been naked, but nothing overtly sexual had happened

Vanessa had gone back to work in the morning, the first to wake up, and as she got ready and dug through her luggage Erica got up and made her coffee. The smell woke me up, and I realized it was 5:30 in the morning. It looked like our schedule was going to be changing with Vanessa in our lives.

Breakfast was a quiet affair later in the morning; at least, quiet for us. Leo's RV was visibly rocking, and I had to assume Aria and India were up and the four of them were getting better acquainted. By the time Vanessa came back around for her breakfast break I'd already come in Erica, but Ivy had held off; apparently, the three of them had talked, and Vanessa only had about fifteen minutes for her breakfast break which meant a quicker-than-usual blowjob was necessary if she wanted some fun with her food.

By mid-morning things had quieted down over at Leo's RV, and I'd left a platter of food wrapped with tinfoil on a chair next to the door. Ivy was just starting to get handsy with me, sitting on my lap and giggling with that look in her eye, distracting me from my drawing, when the crunch of tires outside the compound perked us up.

The sedan ground to a halt, and Vanessa quickly came down to stand with Erica and Ivy and me.

Agent Sourpuss was the driver again, and she just narrowed her eyes at us for a moment before turning back and speaking into the back seat. The door opened, and a woman in that same hooded coverall getup stepped out.

"Hi," I said, stepping forward and offering her my hand. "I'm Harrison."

"Kyla," she said through her mask, taking my hand and shaking it lightly.

"I'm not really sure what you were expecting," I said. "I know things are weird and changing a lot for everyone, so if anything sounds like a problem just let us know and we can figure it out. The first of which is that, ah, these are my partners Erica, Ivy and Vanessa."

"Allo!" Ivy said, stepping forward and wrapping the woman up in a hug. Ivy was still the shortest and most petite of the women, with Kyla standing around the same height as Vanessa.

"Hi," Erica said, smiling warmly but not stepping forward, which I knew was because she knew the secret. In any other circumstance she likely would have been trying as hard as Ivy to be welcoming in an effort to dispel the weirdness.

Agent Sourpuss rolled down the window. "Hey, you need to stop being so touchy. Protocol says you need to imprint as soon as possible."

I sighed, glaring at her a little. "I hear you. Let's just make sure this is all Okay with her, yeah?" I turned back to Kyla, whose eyes were a little wide as she cautiously accepted the hug from Ivy.

"Um, hello," she said, looking around at the construction site, and our ridiculous-looking compound.

"There's a lot for us to explain," I said.

"I can see that," she said. The more she talked, the more I heard a slight accent. It wasn't strong, not like Dani's, and I had to assume being the daughter of an Ambassador meant she'd grown up at least part of her life in the US or other places. Not to mention any training she'd received.

"Are you Okay with this?" Erica asked her. "The idea of sharing space with a group of us?"

"For what it's worth, I'm the newest and stumbled into it by accident, but it works for me," Vanessa chipped in.

Kyla looked around again, then back at Sourpuss, and finally back to me. "It's the way things are," she said. "I can make it work."

"Well, if you change your mind, you have until we start the imprinting process," I said. "Just say something and we can try to find you someone, or somewhere, else."

She shook her head, then turned to Sourpuss again. "You can go."

"Fine by me," the Agent muttered, raising her window and pulling the car away. I was almost sure I heard her mutter something about never wanting to come back again.

"Come in," Erica said, gesturing to the fabric-draped entryway. "We'll show you around and can tell you what's up."

Kyla followed Erica and Ivy in, but Vanessa hung back. "I need to get back to work," she said. "I'll come meet her later if you haven't dicked her down yet."

I snorted and shook my head at her crassness. The only people who could get close to matching military folks in that way turned out to be construction workers. "Everything going Okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's fine. Just getting the animals back in order after being away. They're going to be moving workers into the bunkhouses in the next few days so there's a lot to get ready," she said. She reached over and squeezed my hand for a second, but didn't step in for a kiss even though I could see her glance at my lips. "See you later?"

"Absolutely," I said, and she started marching back towards the office portables.

When I ducked back into our compound, Erica and Ivy had arranged the deck chairs into a semi-circle and Ivy was coming out of our place with a quartet of beers from the fridge. Erica was just gesturing for Kyla to take a seat.

"We're all vaccinated," she was saying. "So if you want to get out of that getup you can."

Kyla sat and sighed, lowering her hood and then taking off her medical mask. She was gorgeous. Her hair was a natural silky black with that smooth quality that Native Americans and East Asian folks shared, and she had cute little apple cheeks when she smiled softly in thanks as she accepted a beer from Ivy. Her skin was naturally tan, and she'd done her makeup to accent her ethnicity a bit rather than downplaying it, and knowing what I knew about her I wondered if that was a move to try and distract or seduce me.

She had espionage training. She knew how to use her assets.

"So Harrison," she nodded to me, then pointed at Ivy. "Ivy, and..." she looked at Erica. "Sorry, something with an E, right?"

"Erica," my girlfriend clarified for her with a smile.

"Right, Erica," Kyla said. "And the other was Vanessa?"

"Right," I nodded. "Vanessa is actually a forewoman with the construction crews, so she had to get back to work."

"Okay," she nodded. "And you all live in these trailers?"

"RVs," I said. "And it's just temporary. My family owned this land for generations, and recently the government leased it from me and is building a residential compound. We'll be getting a house, and for now we've got these luxury RVs. But, uh, we're actually only living in that one. The other one is occupied by my friend and Erica's brother Leo and his partners."

"So there's going to be five of us in there?" Kyla asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked over the RV.

"Yes," Ivy said with a smile. "It's very nice on the inside. And the bed is very cozy."

"The bed?" Kyla said, emphasizing the singular.

"That's, uh, another thing," I said. "This is a little rude but, well Erica, Ivy and Vanessa are all bisexual. Are you;?"

"I'm straight," she said.

Erica just nodded, though I could tell out of the corner of my eye that Ivy was a little disappointed but tried to hide it.

"That's perfectly fine," I said. "We'll figure out a sleeping arrangement so that you're comfortable."

"I,” Kyla started, then glanced at Erica and Ivy for a moment and seemed to change her mind. "Look, I'm stepping into your thing here already, so I don't want to be a bitch. But could I just... Could I talk for a moment with the guy who I'm going to be bonding DNA with or whatever?"

"Yes, absolutely," Erica said. "Do you want to go inside, or should we?"

Kyla glanced over at Leo's RV. "Maybe we should," she said and stood up.

I stood as well, patted Ivy's shoulder and met a glance from Erica as she tried to warn me to be careful without saying anything. Kyla and I went to the RV, and I opened the door for her and followed her in.

"Sorry about the mess," I said. "Vanessa just moved in yesterday and we're trying to figure out what to keep here, and what to move into the storage containers."

"It's... fine," Kyla said. She was looking down the length of the RV, through the open door to the bed. I could only imagine what she was thinking.

"Let's just sit here," I said, offering her the bench as I took the chair by the Murphey table. I wasn't going to mention that we used the bench for fucking almost as much as the bed. "Ask me anything," I said as we sat. "I know this is all weird, and you must have a thousand questions and concerns."

"I do," she said, and leaned back on the leather bench and took a deep breath. I just met her eyes as she looked me over again. Then she took a swig of her beer. "What do you do for money? How does all of this work?" she asked.

"Well, up until a few weeks ago, my family house was about fifty yards that way," I pointed. "Right where that first big bunkhouse building is. I worked remotely as a concept artist, and Erica's brother Leo was my roommate. Erica joined us out here for quarantine. The federal government came and wanted to buy my land, but I negotiated a lease with them instead and they paid me a lot of money for it, along with building me, Leo and my sister houses. So if you're worried about finances living out here, you don't need to. I'm not stingy, though I'd prefer if we don't get super extravagant. I'd rather us be wealthy for a long time than super-rich for a short one, and with five people on the team... Well, yeah."

"The team?" she asked.

"It feels a little weird to call it a family right now," I said. "What with all the changes happening so fast. I think that's how most of us will end up, but I don't want to presume anything."

She frowned, looking me up and down again. When she got that look on her face she was fierce and calculating. Focused. Then it broke and she cocked her head to the side just a touch. "Did they tell you I was coming?"

"Um, yeah," I nodded. "I got a warning yesterday that you'd be here sometime in the next couple of days."

She nodded slowly. "Okay. I mean, obviously we'll need to figure some things out, but I think I can live with... this. I'd like to wait a day and get to know you all a bit more before we do the imprinting though. I'm not really a 'sleep with a guy on the first day' kind of girl."

"I'd be happy to wait as long as you like," I said. "But, ah, you may want to talk with the others about that feeling you've got. Apparently, it'll just keep getting stronger."

"Right," Kyla nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll keep that in mind."

Voices rose outside. Not angry, just a little animated. "Sounds like Leo and his girls are finally coming outside," I said. "I think you'll like Danielle, she's a pretty open book. I can't make any promises about the two new women though, they arrived yesterday and I haven't had a chance to meet them properly."

"That sounds good," she said.

"Any other questions, or do you want to go meet them?" I asked.

"Um, yeah, actually," she said. She was still giving me a slightly weird, considering look. "Do you know?"

"Know what?" I asked, trying to poker face without poker facing.

She kept eyeing me. "Who I am."

I sighed a little. "I was told that you're the daughter of an Ambassador," I said, covering the big lie with a little truth.

"Does that bother you?" she asked.

"Why would it?" I replied. "I'm part Native, part Japanese, I travelled a decent chunk of the world when I was in the military. In the US, you growing up in another country is about as different as if you grew up in an east coast city."

"That's not what I meant," Kyla said, sitting forward and leaning her elbows on her knees, staring right at me. "I meant does it bother you that I'm a spy?"

The problem with going toe to toe with a spy was that all of my usual methods of evaluating someone were already going off.

As a teen I'd been a bit of a hillbilly, I'd been an athlete, and I'd been a kid from a family with generational grudge issues. Then I'd joined the military and I learned about professional backstabbing and politics, and then I'd become an MP and really saw some of the dumb and vile crap that Man could do to each other. I'd been trained to be aware, alert, and suspicious.

Seven years out of the military had softened me, I was sure. But not that much.

Maybe Grierson shouldn't have told me about Kyla's background. I was trying my best to not be suspicious, which I bet if I saw myself back on a recording I would have seen as a red flag. If I hadn't known about her, I could have just accepted her and hopefully my natural and trained instincts would have picked up on anything fishy.

I sighed a little huff of a chuckle and leaned back in the Murphey chair, looking at Kyla across the RV. I'd been doing my best not to just really stare at her, to make a judgement scan of her to really assess her. Maybe that gave me away. Maybe not.

She was beautiful, but I'd already judged that. Her Filipino heritage was strong, but wasn't so different from the natives that I'd grown up around that it seemed out of place or exotic to me. Not to mention the plenty of varied Asians I'd lived around in Portland. She was still wearing the bulky coverall so it was hard to judge her athleticism, but just the way she sat told me she was a physical person. She was sitting on the bench, which wasn't particularly tall, but her feet were pressed to the ground by the balls of her feet and toes, her heels raised. Even though she was leaning forward with her elbows on her knees she also wasn't slouching at all. She was a coiled spring, but with a loose tension. She wasn't on edge, but was a calmly controlled nervous.

"It does," I said, answering the question she'd stunned me with for a moment. 'Does it bother you that I'm a spy?' Who asked that? Was it a game, or a test? Was she trying to be truthful because of the situation, or was she running a long con to gain my trust to inevitably betray me? How calculated was this move, and what were the variables?

Was it a move at all?

"But not the way you might think," I continued. "It's funny, I don't even know how much they told you about me. I think I mentioned outside that I was in the military at one point. I was an MP before I was discharged. You are exactly the kind of person I would have been worried about for an important part of my life. But now? Honestly, Kyla, I just don't want you to fuck up the family dynamic we're trying to build here. I don't want you to put any of the people out there in danger, on purpose or by accident, if you plan on trying to do something for your father or NICA."

She gave me a long look back, evaluating what I said. If we were sitting across from each other with a chessboard between us, or cards, I would have said she was trying to read if I was bluffing or not. But this wasn't a game, and there weren't stakes on the line, and I thankfully got the impression she wasn't trying to read me. At least, not like that. She was reading me, but she was trying to form her opinion of me, just like I was trying to with her.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" she asked me.

I pressed my lips together and nodded. "I didn't see as much combat as others, but I got in a few firefights," I said. "I had a few confirmed kills, and likely several more unconfirmed. And one of my investigations as an MP turned into a shootout with some human traffickers that ended... badly. Fuck, I haven't talked about that with anyone since I got out. I'd prefer you not bring it up with the girls, or Leo. Please."

"I won't," she said quietly.

"Have you?" I asked.

"No," she shook her. "I mean, I have enough training that I could, but that wasn't ever supposed to be my job. I; I'd rather maybe talk about my story if I get more comfortable with you, but I've never carried more than a knife and a can of mace in my purse for self-protection and haven't ever needed to use either of them."

"Does it bother you that I know?" I asked her.

"I feel like it should, but I don't think it does," Kyla said, pursing her lips a little in thought after she said it. "I just spent the last four years living a secret life, but I've always lived a double life. You know, which means... I don't know what it means. Which is a first."

"I told Erica," I said. "I wasn't supposed to, I don't think, but she can read me like a book and I didn't want to keep it from her anyways."

Kyla smiled a little. "I could tell," she said. "I only picked up on little things from you because of the way she was acting."

That made me chuckle a little. "Well, at least that's something. I'm not a complete waste."

"So what now?" she asked. "You know that I know that you know. Do we need to set some ground rules or anything?"

"Let's play it by ear, at least today," I said. "As long as you don't do anything to endanger anyone, we should talk again before you make the decision of whether you want to stay with us or not. I'm not sure how long you have before that becomes a problem; Erica and Ivy both got their imprinting within a few hours at our best guess, but Dani had to wait for maybe five or six to imprint with Leo and when she showed up she was a little fuzzy and thought I was him."

"I'll keep that in mind," she nodded. "Any rules about going outside the... this place?"

"We're just calling it the compound," I said. "There aren't, but there's a few hundred construction workers around. We haven't had any issues beyond some catcalling and staring, but generally other than Vanessa the girls have stuck to the compound unless they are with me or Leo. We've got a couple of ATVs and Erica, Leo or I could give you a tour of the property; it's going to change a lot soon, so if you like the forest it's more than worth doing sooner than later. I can also lend you my truck if you ever want to go out into town, but we've tried to minimize that and you probably should wait until you're imprinted and the vaccine is fully working."

Kyla nodded along, and when I wound down she smiled a little again. "You know, you talk a lot," she said.

That made me laugh. "I think you might be the first person to ever say that to me," I said. "Usually I'm the quiet guy in a group."

"Tall, dark and brooding?" Kyla asked, and then fanned herself with one hand as she smirked playfully. "Just my type."

"We good, at least for now?" I asked her, standing up.

"We are," she nodded, standing and then offering her hand for me to shake. "It's good to meet you, Harrison. For what it's worth, you seem like a decent person."

"You too, Kyla," I said, shaking her hand, and then I smiled and winked. "So far."

We left the RV and soon we were in the midst of a swarm of introductions. Kyla was taken under the wing of Erica, who gave me a look like she wanted all the details of our conversation immediately but knew it had to wait. Meanwhile, Dani brought Aria over to meet me.

Leo's new partner was as pale as Dani was, but a little taller and curvier in a similar way to Erica. She had softly ginger hair that looked like it had probably been neatly trimmed at her shoulders before quarantine but had already grown out a bit. She was pretty without being a classic beauty or Instagram face, but she exuded light sexuality simply because of the way her big tits pressed out against what would have been an otherwise demure t-shirt. She wasn't showing any cleavage, and her high-waisted jean shorts were downright modest compared to what I'd gotten used to Erica, Ivy and Dani wearing around in the early summer heat. She also had a flash of navy tattoos peeking out from one sleeve, and multiple pretty-looking piercings in each ear.

"Harri is like my sexy big brother," Dani said, stepping into a side hug with me after introducing us.

"I don't think those words should be going together," I said as I rolled my eyes at her. "And I have a sister and she isn't nearly as free with the nudity around me as you are, and I like it that way."

Dani scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue playfully. "Deal with it."

Aria laughed at the banter between us. "Well, I don't know about all that," she said. "But from what I understand, India and I have you to thank for our luxury digs, and a brand new house sometime in the future?"

"Yes, sort of. But it's a long story. Let's do a campfire tonight and we'll tell you and your partner and Kyla all at once," I said.

"She's gorgeous," Aria said, looking over at the Filipina. "How are you not jumping her bones already?"

"We felt it was better she try to get acclimated a bit first," I said.

"A good fucking will get her acclimated quickly," Dani smirked.

"Careful, that first orgasm is a big one," Aria snickered.

"What's a big one?" India asked, sliding into the conversation by sneaking up behind Aria and wrapping her arms around her in a hug. "I heard the dirty tone in your voice, but not the joke. So I'm going to assume you're either talking about cocks or tits."

"Orgasms, actually," Aria laughed and turned to kiss India on the cheek.

India was the tanner of the two, and where Aria was that natural pretty she was the Instagram Influencer kind of attractive. Her face was that ridiculously symmetrical, perfectly formed genetic lottery that made me wonder what parts of her were 'customized' in some way. Her skin tone was from tanning more than any natural darkness, and she wore her light brunette hair in a messy array of braids, loose strands and dreadlocks that gave her an immediate 'dirty hippy girl' vibe. She was shorter than Aria, but just as curvy as revealed by the red bikini top showing off a swathe of cleavage along with an Illuminati tattoo right between her tits and several more designs along her collarbone. The fact that she seemed to be wearing the same style of modest shorts as Aria was cute and made me wonder if they'd coordinated the look.

"Well, that happens to be one of my favorite topics," India giggled.

Dani introduced me again, and then Ivy came to join our conversation as Dani slipped away to meet Kyla and talk with Erica and Leo.

Second-breakfasts were prepared, or rather I fired up the grill and put a pan on it, then made a big breakfast mash reheating the food I'd set out for Leo and his girls and adding in some more eggs, breakfast sausage and a mess of cheese. It was sloppy, it was greasy, and it was delicious.

As I was cooking and eating I couldn't help but smile to myself, watching our weird family interacting with each other. Ivy was trading stories with India and Aria about funny experiences as sex workers; Ivy hadn't ever had sex for money, but she'd dealt with plenty of the same kinds of guys as the two former sugar babies. Dani was talking with Kyla about growing up moving back and forth out of the States, with Leo listening in and asking questions occasionally. Erica slipped in beside me at the grill, sliding her hand up the back of my shirt to rub my bare skin with her hand.

"Hey babe," she said, softly scratching my back.

"Hello, gorgeous," I said and leaned over to kiss her.

She accepted with a smile, but then slid her lips from mine and pulled me down a little more to whisper. "How did it go?"

"Fine," I whispered back. "But she knows we know. It's fine for now though. I'll explain more later?"

"Okay," she nodded, then kissed me again. Her fingernails dug a little more into the small of my back as she bit her lower lip. "We should take a drive out to the spring pond this afternoon."

I agreed, and she slipped away to text Vanessa to come for an early lunch if she could. Vanessa snuck away from work for a few minutes, popping in to say hello and introduce herself around. She grabbed a couple of breakfast sausages and a kiss from me.

"You Okay, big guy?" she asked as she munched quickly.

"I am," I said, and then slid my hand into the back pocket of her work jeans and grabbed her butt. "You know, I'm still sorry about you tripping into this, but I'm really happy you're here?"

Vanessa chewed on the corner of her lip for a moment as she looked at me and smiled, then rolled her eyes and went up on her booted tip-toes to kiss me again. "I'm happy with it too, you sappy suck. I'm gonna need you to man up here again soon though or I'll think I've made a mistake. You're supposed to be the rugged mountain man dreamboat."

"Oh yeah?" I laughed. "Should I go chop down a tree or something? Go hunt down an elk and kill it with my bare hands to bring back to the campfire?"

"Something like that," she smirked.

I got a little closer and spoke quieter. "What if I just throw you over my shoulder and carry you into the RV so that I can have my way with you?"

"Ugh," she groaned, flushing just a little as she breathed deeply. "See, that's fucking hot. But I don't have the time and now I'm about to go back to work with wet panties and it's your fault."

I squeezed her ass a little firmer through her jeans, making her giggle and then pull away. Then she grabbed one last breakfast sausage off my plate and waved goodbye to everyone as she went back out of the compound to work.

The girls took over cleaning up, and shortly after we had one of the surveyors ringing on the doorbell asking for a walkaround down in the southeast area since the tree-clearing crews were about ready to go to work there. I pawned it off on Leo, who didn't need any more convincing than a glance from his sister, and he went off. Erica excused herself from the girls and I noticed a wink exchanged between her and Dani, and Ivy reached behind her back to touch fingers with Erica as she moved by.

"Why do I think you have something planned?" I asked her as she was heading into the RV.

"Because I do," she grinned. She was already up on the step to get in, and she leaned down to peck my lips. "I'll be ten minutes. Meet you at the ATV."

When she did join me, she was followed out of the compound by a bunch of 'oh!'s and catcalls from the girls, and I could immediately see why. She'd gone all out with her makeup. To be fair, it hadn't been all that long since that last time she'd done herself up; it had been just over two weeks since she'd come back into the house after being vaccinated and had wanted to do it for our first time together when she imprinted. But in those two weeks she hadn't had the time, or inclination, to go all out which meant that even Ivy and Dani hadn't seen her like this. She'd gone further though, dressing in one of my old band t-shirts she'd claimed for herself. She'd ripped off the sleeves and cut down the sides to make larger arm holes. At the time she said it would let her see my muscles when I wore it, but now I could see it also showed off her curves and the sides of the black and red bra she was wearing. She'd matched the shirt with a mix of necklaces, bracelets and rings, along with ripped jean shorts and a pair of beaten-up black cowboy boots, and she had a leather purse over one shoulder. She looked for all the world like the queen of a punk rock concert venue.

"You wow me," I said, already sitting on the ATV.

"I know I do," she grinned as she swaggered over to me. She planted a steaming kiss on me, then grinned again and wiped some of her lipstick off my lower lip with a thumb.

Erica settled in behind me, hugging me close, and we took a leisurely route up to the spring pond at the back of the property. It was a nice drive, though as we took a couple of trails I hadn't been using for my 'security tours' I realized more progress than I thought had been going on. There were more tree-clearing teams than I'd thought there were, and a maze of wide trails that would become roads was forming quickly. Piles of logs and brush were getting processed, and I wondered how many of the old trees that were getting cut down would show back up in the framing for the houses that were going to be built. I hoped most of them; it would be a fitting circle that would make me feel a lot better about the whole thing, and would feel like a recall back to when my ancestors built their first home when they bought the claim for the land.

When we arrived at the spring I shut off the ATV and Erica slipped down first, pulling me over to a sunny area near the pond. She let go of my hand and stepped away, turning to give me a look.

"What?" I asked with a chuckle.

"I love you, Harri," she said.

"I know," I replied, smiling but trying to figure out what was going on. "I love you too. It hasn't been long, but it feels like it's been forever with us."

She smiled and nodded, then took a deep breath. "I wanted to do this before things get even crazier. When Ivy joined us, it was kind of sudden but it was good. But she also started us on this crazy rollercoaster, and now you've got three and soon four women who you're going to be with. I’m sharing you with three women, and we haven't really talked about that."

I sighed and nodded, scratching at my beard in frustration at myself. "You're right. It's definitely something we need to talk about. Things have just been,”

"No, babe," she interrupted me. "This isn't a hard conversation. I'm not; I'm Okay with all of this, at least in terms of how things are shaping up so far. I just want to make sure that you and I don't... disconnect. I know the sex is one thing, but I didn't like you all these years because of sex."

I stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug, which she held with me for a long time. She ended it by finding my lips and kissing me softly, then stepping away.

"So," she said. "This is what I'm thinking. The crews are going to get up here sooner than later, which means we won't be able to use it privately for much longer." Then Erica pulled her shirt over her head and started unbuckling her shorts. "So I would like you, my lover, to go into my purse, please."

I raised an eyebrow but followed her direction, going back to the ATV where she left her purse and opening it, finding my sketchbook and my little metal case of charcoal sticks. When I turned back around, a question on my lips, Erica was completely naked and laying on a patch of grass right next to the spring pond, smiling demurely at me.

"If I'm going to be your muse, I figured I should do it right," she said.

We talked as I sketched her. I told her about the conversation with Kyla first. Then we talked about India and Ivy, and about Vanessa and her feelings about having feelings. And then we talked about us. I burned through a half dozen sheets of my sketchbook, and Erica moved through a few different poses. None of them were lewd; no one would see the sketches and think they hadn't come from a human body nude art class.

My favorite sketch was Erica in the pond, her arms up on the edge of the rocky rim and her eyes softly closed as her tits just peeked out from the edge of the water. We talked about the future while I was sketching her like that. About what our relationship could look like. Could we get married in the future? We both wanted to. What about kids? What did that look like in the current state of the world, and with this flurry of women around us?

When they finally figured out the vaccine, and we didn't need to be attached to the others, what about then?

We didn't have many answers to a lot of the questions, but it felt good to talk about them. Even our mutual questions made me feel closer to her.

"Okay, babe," Erica finally said, standing up from the pool and water dripping down from her tits, rivulets running across her stomach and down between her legs. She stepped out and came to me, but didn't try to look at the sketches; she knew I would want to tidy them up and work on them before I showed her. Instead, she motioned for me to set my tools aside and she crawled into my lap, getting my clothes wet and not caring at all, as she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into a searing kiss. Then, as we were kissing, she took my hands and slid them down from her waist to her ass, which I squeezed, but then she went further and guided my fingers into her ass crack and I encountered a hard little piece of metal.

I broke the kiss, giving her a surprised look, and she laughed.

"Harri, I've had this butt plug in for more than long enough. You've got three other gorgeous women I need to share your bed with, and one of them is already your dedicated ass slut. I need you to take my ass and make sure I'm your first to take you in every way." She kissed me hard, tits pressing to my chest and hands running up to mess with my hair. "I need you to take it, babe," she whispered huskily. "You own my tits, and God do you own my cunt, but you need to carve up my ass, too."

She'd brought lube with her, and went and fetched it from the bottom of her purse as I watched her naked butt bounce and sway while she skipped. She came back and pushed me onto my back, pulling down my shorts and immediately taking the head of my cock in her mouth, humming happily as she wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft and started blowing me.

"That's what I want, Harri," she said. "I want you as hard as you can get. I want to feel every vein of this beautiful goddamn cock as it takes my ass."

She made love to me with her mouth, kneeling on the grass in the middle of the forest. At the same time she was sucking and slurping on my cock, she also fucked me with her eyes. We didn't say much other than happy groans, but her eyes never left mine. The Smokey, punk makeup made her look fierce, but her eyes were all love and lust for me. Then she rolled onto her back and put some lube on her tits, and encouraged me to fuck them.

We both laughed as I straddled her chest and she pressed her big tits up and around my shaft. We took turns, me sometimes thrusting and her sometimes jerking me off with her tits. I teased her nipples, and she playfully took the head of my cock in her mouth and scraped lightly down it with her teeth. I reached back as she jerked me and found her cunt, sliding my fingers into her until she moaned, and then thumbed her clit a bit for good measure until she was squirming in pleasure.

"Enough," she gasped finally, dropping her tits and scooting out of underneath me. "God, I need you in me."

She got on her hands and knees and I had to brush off some grass and a twig that had stuck to her meaty cheeks, then she reached back and spread her ass with both hands, her face pressed to the ground. "Get this plug out of me, Harrison. Fill my ass with your cock."

This wasn't Erica's first time with anal, nor was it mine, and while neither of us would be considered experts we'd already been with Ivy more than enough to know what we were doing. The plug was all steel, simple and utilitarian; or as utilitarian as you could be with a butt plug. Her ass clung to it for a long moment then released, and she breathed in as her hole stretched over the widest part. I dropped a dollop of lube into her ass crack, then shrugged to myself and put a drop on both of her cheeks as well. She laughed and rolled her eyes as she let me spread the shiny substance all over her ass; it might have been a minor mistake since it made it harder for her to spread for me again, but I didn't care. She had a great ass, and seeing it greased up was worth it.

Next, I used one finger, then two, to push the lube into her asshole. We'd already played around a bit with that in the middle of sex, me reminding her of how she'd said that British baking show hostess probably liked a 'cheeky finger up the bum,' but sliding a digit in there and teasing around the tension of her asshole was different when I was going to be inside of it soon.

I leaned down and kissed her as the second finger squeezed in next to the first and she bit my lip lightly and growled a little in her chest.

"How's it feeling?" I asked.

She rolled her neck, flipping her dark hair to one side so she could level a steaming, frustrated gaze at me. "I swear to Christ, Harri. I told you to fill my ass and you're sitting here teasing me. Fuck me already!"

I barked a laugh and slid right up behind her, pulling my fingers from her hole and rubbing the head of my cock up and down the cleft of her ass, then down to her cunt and dipping just the head into her. I could feel it squeeze, wanting more of me, but I just teased her and then moved back to her ass crack. I spurted a bit more lube out and hot-dogged her cheeks for a moment to spread it around, and then finally I put it into position.

"You know how Ivy,”

"Yes, I know how Ivy takes you so fast, Harri," Erica grunted and then pushed herself back onto my cock, the head and a good half of the shaft sliding into her all at once. "Holy fuck, yes!" Her shout actually echoed a little bit, and I hoped there wasn't some surveyor doing a hike through the woods.

She breathed heavily for a long moment, her ass clenching on my cock. The warmth was intense, and I wrapped my hands down from her waist to her lower abdomen, holding her as her diaphragm and chest heaved while she caught her breath.

"More?" I asked her.

"What the fuck are you waiting for? Ream me, Harri. Fuck my fucking ass with that glorious fucking cock."

She'd demanded it more than enough, and to be frank I was feeling a little emasculated that I kept offering her soothing words and feelings and she just wanted to be ravaged.

So I ravaged her.

We were rutting animals, and I plundered her ass. The sound of our slapping bodies and grunting probably could have been mistaken as two wild hogs, at least when we weren't panting each other's names.

Erica shuddered through a long orgasm, leaking juices from her cunt as she rolled her eyes up and let out a long, wordless bellow. With my legs getting tired I pulled out of her and laid back on my ass, giving her a hard smack on her shiny butt cheek. "Get over here."

She turned and saw me, and scrambled to comply, straddling my waist and reaching back to get my cock into position and then sitting back down on it. Once she was settled I grabbed her by the jaw and pulled her face to mine, kissing hungrily. She started rocking her hips back and forth grinding and stirring me in her ass as she whimpered against my lips.

I let go of her jaw but she didn't stop kissing, and I mauled her tits. She just fucked herself on me harder.

We were dripping with sweat now, and I wiped her hair from her face and pulled her down more fully on top of me, getting her body pressed against mine as we panted together. Then I rolled us over so I was on top of her, and she pulled her legs back so that I could keep fucking her ass.

"Whose ass is this?" I asked her.

"Yours. God, babe, it's all fucking yours. My fucking asshole is fucking vibrating with you in it. I don't know if I've stopped coming. It's like I'm on a rollercoaster that just keeps going. Fuck me, babe. Fuck me so fucking; God, I want to feel your cum. I want to get completely filled up. Come in my ass, Harri. Fill my fucking; fucking; Ugh!"

She came at the feeling of me unleashing inside her ass, jamming deep to fill her. She squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered, our pelvises flooding as she squirted hard and splattered us both in her girl cum. I didn't even notice, just watching her expression as waves of pleasure rolled through her in time with my clenching releases rocketing out.

I collapsed next to her, my cock pulling from her ass, but I didn't even make it to my back. I was on my side, one arm draped over her torso, as we both breathed heavily and tried to swim back to a more conscious state.

"God, I love when you get like that," she finally said, chuckling into the quiet forest sounds around us.

"You want me to do that more often?" I asked. "We aren't exactly soft most of the time already."

"Maybe a bit more often, but not always," she said, rolling onto her side to face me. She kissed the tip of my nose softly. "If you fucked me like that every day we'd probably both pull something eventually. But at least once a week? Just fucking take me, Harri. Bend me over, slap my ass and take my holes."

"What happened to 'just ask before you try and put something in my ass?'" I asked.

She chuckled softly until it slipped into a hum. "That was when I was still figuring us out. Now? Now I want you all the time. If it was just us, I'd say we should try and get one of your creamy loads out of you in each of my holes every day and see what kind of a streak we could go for, but that would be a little selfish to the others I think."

It was my turn to chuckle and leaned in to kiss her. "I can't believe we wasted so much time," I said.

"I know," she said with a sad smile. "But we aren't anymore."

We bathed in the spring pond as best we could without soap, then dried out in the sun for about ten minutes before getting dressed and heading back down. When we got back, Erica was met by Dani and Ivy, who both shot me looks and winked, giggling. The three of them strode away, leaving me feeling just a touch sheepish, a touch proud and more than a little exasperated.

It was still the middle of the afternoon and I thought I might get away with grabbing a nap, but my hopes were dashed when Vanessa came jogging over and let me know that we needed to move the compound ASAP. The space had been made for us a couple of days prior based on her organization and the site was about to get an influx of workers living in the dormitory buildings.

Thus began the tiring process of moving the RVs and other vehicles out of the way and making sure everything was secure in the storage containers. Then teamsters moved the storage containers about a hundred yards back to the designated spot, and Leo and I drove the RVs into position, and then shifted all of our other vehicles. It took about two hours to move everything, and another hour to get the compound set back up with the sheet-doors and all the chairs and the grill back out and in a general position. This time we also ended up needing to flatten out some big tire ruts from one piece of machinery or another that had been driving over the area, which took Leo and me into the evening.

To be continued, Based on a post by Break The Bar for Literotica