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The pounding on the front

door echoed through the house again, and I literally fell out of the bed trying
to disentangle my foot from the mess of the sheets. Erica and I had stumbled
inside late as fuck, trying to be quiet and not wake up Leo and Dani, and now I
could see we'd tracked in dirt and grass with us. The sheets were filthy.

I got shorts on and stood,

shaking Erica by the shoulder.

"What?" she

groaned.

"Someone is at the door,

and it's sun up. The worker might need to start working. I'll close the door
and give you as much time as I can, but could you at least put on a top in case
anyone pops in here by accident?"

"Let 'em look,"

Erica grunted.

"What happened to those

being my tits, and mine alone?" I grinned.

"..... Fine," she

said and held up a hand in the air. I found her a shirt and put it in her hand,
and she started trying to get it on without lifting her head from the pillow or
opening her eyes.

I shut the bedroom door

behind me and met up with Leo in the hallway; he was only slightly more dressed
than I was, with a single sock and an undershirt over his shorts.
"Mornin'" he grunted.

"Yep," I said, and

we headed for the door.

When I opened it I was

expecting Vanessa and her big 'gorilla' work crew, but instead it was Agent
Sourpuss. It was even earlier in the day than I had expected.

"What took you two so

long?" she said, sneering at the two of us. "Never mind, come with
me."

She started walking around

the house, so Leo and I followed barefoot. Just as we were stepping out and
shutting the front door, the crew vans started pulling in, ferrying the
surveyors and workers. A few of them called and waved, taunting us for looking
like we were getting called to the Principal's office.

"We have solved the

temporary housing issue for you two," Agent Sourpuss said as we rounded
the corner, and she presented us with the new additions to the backyard.
Hunkered up next to the two sea cans that all of our stuff was being loaded
into for storage were two brand new, state-of-the-art, still gleaming chrome
and white from the lot, RVs. The two fuckers were huge. I had no idea how
anyone other than an 18-wheeler truck driver could pilot one of them. They had
to be worth at least a couple hundred thousand dollars each.

"God damn," I said,

coming awake.

"One for each of

us?" Leo asked.

"You and your

partners," the Agent said. "Follow me."

We did, crossing the backyard

as the Agent told us that we would need to be ready to move them at a moment's
notice; our presence couldn't be allowed to slow down the construction process.
We were also in charge of maintaining them, and organizing with the
construction general manager when they arrived on site to make sure they were
getting properly emptied (the septic) and filled (the fuel).

"Mr. Lacoste, you have

the one on the left," the Agent said, handing a set of keys to Leo. He
actually giggled with glee, taking the keys and darting to his new home.

"Mr. Black, yours is

clearly the right. As is your new partner waiting for you inside," she
said.

I blinked. "I'm sorry,

what?"

"Your second partner

drove with us this morning. She's waiting inside for you and is ready for
imprinting. I suggest not making her wait too long." Agent Sourpuss then
began to walk away, back to her car at the front of the house.

"Wait, wait, wait,"

I said, following her. "I already have a partner. Erica and I are bonded
or whatever."

"Not how it works, Mr.

Black," the Agent said, still walking. "You're rated at Tier Four,
and you must have been somewhat open to a non-monogamous relationship, as is
Miss Lacoste. Your new partner is suited to the two of you. You shouldn't keep
her waiting."

There wasn't any stopping

her, so I diverted and headed back into the house. "Erica!" I called,
heading for the stairs.

"What?" she asked,

rubbing the sleep from her eyes but coming out of my room dressed in my shirt
from last night, and a pair of her shorts.

"The Agent just dropped

off the big ass RVs we're living in," I said. "And a woman who I'm
supposed to bond with."

"Oh, shit. That was

fast," she said.

"What do you mean, that

was fast?" I asked. "You knew about this?"

"I mean, they said at

the information seminar that it was possible people would begin getting
partnered into existing relationships based on the matchmaking and available
matches," Erica said. We were heading down the stairs again. "I
assumed since I'm Bi, and you're a guy, it wouldn't be unlikely we'd get
someone else eventually. I didn't think it would be day three, obviously. Why
would this person pick us over a single guy?"

We got outside and to the RV,

and I knocked.

"It's open," called

a voice. It was light and feminine, but with a distinct accent.

I opened the door and mounted

the steps, stopping when I saw the woman within, only for Erica to push me the
rest of the way up so she could see as well.

She was dark blonde, almost

brunette, and her hair hung in waves down just past her shoulders. The woman
was slight, and obviously so because all she was wearing was lingerie made up
of thin mesh through which I could see her rosy pink nipples on her smallish
tits, and lots of buckles for straps. The right side of her body was fresh and clean,
though down the center of her abdomen, from under her chin all the way to her
pubic mound, was a thin black line of a tattoo splitting her in half. On the
left side of that tattoo her body was designed with black ink in floral tribal
patterns, fleur-de-lis motifs and other designs.

She was smiling demurely

despite her dress and the fact that she was lounging in the sitting area of the
RV, her legs splayed as she absently rubbed her twat through her mesh thong.

"Bonjour," she

said, grinning even brighter as Erica followed me in. Her accent was distinctly
French Canadian and she couldn't be older than twenty-three. "My name is
Ivy Gauthier, and I was expecting just a cock, but I am more than happy to make
Mommy happy too if she wants to sit on my face."

"Fuck," Erica said,

and looked at me. "Can we keep her?"

Ivy

Erica, as usual, took to the

rapidly changing social situation a little faster than I did.

"So you're sure about

all of this?" she asked the girl, Ivy. We were sitting in the lounge area
of the RV that the government had delivered to us that morning.

"Well, it is too late

for me to back out now," Ivy said. She was French Canadian, with that very
specific Quebecois accent that extended vowels and clipped some consonants. I
only really knew the difference between hers and a traditional
French-from-France accent because I'd once drank with a unit of French soldiers
while I was deployed in Germany. "I have already been poked with the
needles. I chose Harrison because he reminded me of a sexy version of the boys
I grew up with in the north of Quebec. Very sexy lumberjack, yes?"

Erica smirked, glancing at me

and patting my knee. "Yes, very sexy woodsman."

"As I said, I was not

expecting a sexy woman as well, but I am the bisexual," Ivy continued.
"In fact, Erica, you are very much my type."

"And what type is

that?" Erica asked.

Ivy grinned but blushed,

biting her lip for a moment as if she were embarrassed, but I could see the
hunger in her big, expressive eyes. "Most girls in my job, they have what
you call the 'Daddy Issues', yes? Well, my father made many mistakes, but was
always very good to my sister et moil. An ex I have, she said I have 'Mommy
Issues' instead. I like strong women, older than me, with tits and ass like
yours." The little minx actually reached out and caressed the side of
Erica's tit when she said it.

"What job is it you've

been working?" I asked, though I had a feeling I knew the general field.

"I am a dancer,"

Ivy said, turning back to me and looking all the world like a worried teenager,
rather than the seductive woman clad in mesh lingerie that was sitting between Erica
and me. "I hope that is not so bad to you, Harrison. I know some men, they
think it means I am dirty or spoiled. But I am not." Then she got another
little lascivious smirk as she tilted her chin down looking up at you through
her lashes. "Well, I could also be a very dirty girl for the right
man. Or woman." She touched Erica's leg without looking.

"Okay, seriously

Ivy," I said. "Unless this is really who you are, and who you want to
be, you can tone down the seduction. Erica and I aren't going to turn you away,
but you have got to be real with us."

Ivy frowned, and it was like

she went through a little transformation as she absorbed what I said and
metabolized it. She bit the inside of her cheek for a moment, then nodded and
stood up, crossed to the murphy table that was in the kitchenette and pulled a
robe I hadn't even noticed from where it was hanging. She wrapped it around
herself quickly and then sat back down. "I am sorry," she said.
"I am; this vaccine is making me very horny. I did not know what to
expect, yes? I thought it best to treat you like private clients."

"Oh, sweetie,"

Erica sighed. "I know. The nervousness, that little itch all over?"

Ivy nodded.

"Maybe let's start from

the beginning," I suggested. "Just be honest with us."

"I was being

honest," Ivy said. "My name is Ivy Gauthier, I was born in a little
town in northern Quebec and raised by my father and grandmother, along with my
sister. I am an exotic dancer. I started in Montreal, and decided to try and do
a tour of the USA. My visa was running out when the Quarantine happened. They
said it would not be a problem if I took the experimental vaccine."

"Wait, hold on," I

said. "Fuck. Would you have taken the vaccine if you weren't worried about
your visa?"

Ivy thought about it and then

shrugged. "I don't know? Maybe? I never had to think about it without the
visa on the table."

"This is fucked

up," I said.

"And it's too late to

change anything," Erica said. "Harri, you know it's too late."

"I know," I

grunted. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

"And you know if it's

not you, it'll be someone else."

I took in a long breath and

nodded. "Ivy, I assume you went through the whole set of meetings and
videos that Erica did, but I just have to ask; are you absolutely sure you want
this?"

Ivy pursed her lips, looking

between Erica and me. Her hands were in her lap, most of her tattoos covered by
the worn, velvet red robe she was wearing. She looked younger and older at the
same time. She ended up looking to Erica. "Is he a good man?"

"The best," Erica

said immediately.

"And is she a good

woman?" Ivy asked me.

I took Erica's hand in mine.

"Better than anyone could ever deserve."

"Then I am fine with

this," Ivy said. "It is the end of the world, oui? Why should I not
be with two sexy people who love each other, and will share their bed with
me?"

Erica laughed. "Well,

she's direct."

"Alright. You know what

the next steps are?" I asked Ivy.

"You fuck me, and I will

become your; how did they say.? Umm, bonded something?"

"We haven't figured out

the right word yet either," Erica said. "For now, it might be easiest
if you're just our fuckbuddy."

"I like this," Ivy

said. "You two are a couple, and I will be your fuckbuddy." The way
she said it made it sound a little sillier, a little naughtier. This girl would
have been dangerous if Erica and I weren't in the current situation.

"You have some

time," I said. "Would you rather wait a bit, or do it now?"

"Now," Ivy said.

"I would very much like to taste you, Erica. While Harrison fucks my
ass."

"Wow, that's very hot

and specific," Erica said.

Ivy smiled. "I am what

you would say is an 'Anal Queen.' My father, he had children with three
different women. It made me afraid of pregnancy, so I learned as a girl to
prefer it in my butt."

"Well, I guess you're

getting to crush some ass, babe," Erica said, smirking and then kissing me
on the cheek.

"Hey, you know

what?" I asked. "However you want it, Ivy, I'm happy to provide. Is
there anything else you'd like us to know before we go to the bed?"

Ivy stood up, slipping the

robe back off of her and hanging it back up. "I can be very loud,"
she said. "Just a warning. And I like many things, but this time, I think
we keep it to a simple threesome, yes? I will suck cock and eat cunt, and I
would very much like to be fingered, and fucked in the ass."

"So simple," Erica

chuckled. "Ivy, I think Harrison is still a little hesitant; he is a
natural protector, so don't think he's timid. He's just worried and doesn't
want to take advantage."

"Oh," Ivy said,

looking at me for a moment with a cocked head, taking my measure. "Now I;
Okay, yes, I understand." She came forward and pushed me back by the
shoulders until I was sitting fully upright on the cushioned bench seat instead
of leaning forward. Then she crawled into my lap, on her knees with them
outside my legs, and sat her perky bum on my legs. "Harrison, I have told
you I think you are sexy, yes? Well here, I will prove it." She took my
hand and brought my fingers to her lips, taking my pointer and middle fingers
and sucking on them lewdly, then bringing them down between us to her crotch.
She pulled the mesh panties aside and put my fingers against her hole and
pivoted, taking my two thick fingers into her clenching cunt. "I want to
fuck you. And I will tell you another thing about me; I like a man who takes me
how he wants. Throw me on the bed, put my legs behind my head. Make me your
little pretzel girl as you fuck my ass. I am sure I will love this 'big
brother' you in time, too. But I need you first to be my man."

Then she kissed me, grinding

on my fingers. I breathed in through my nose, and she pressed her chest against
mine, and I reached around her with the hand that wasn't busy at her cunt and
grabbed her ass firmly. "Umm, yes," she mumbled into my mouth.
"Like that."

"God, I hope I didn't

look that fucking horny when I kissed you that first time," Erica said.
She was still sitting on the other end of the L-shaped bench from us, watching
me get frenched by the little French minx who had just fallen into our lives.

I pulled back from the kiss,

and Ivy looked at me with concern, searching my face. "Go kiss
Erica," I said.

She grinned and slipped from

my lap, my fingers leaving her cunt, and slid right onto Erica's lap and pulled
my girlfriend into a hard kiss as their disproportionate tits pressed together.
Erica was much bustier than Ivy, though the younger woman's figure was just as
sexy. As they started to make out I stood up, walking to the back of the RV and
surveying the space. The back of the vehicle was dominated by the bedroom,
which had what looked like a bed that was too big for the space. I pulled the
blanket and top sheet off of it, knowing how Erica had a tendency to leave wet
spots after fucking, and then kicked off my boots and returned to the women.

"Alright, come

here," I said, and lifted Ivy off of Erica and tossed her over my shoulder
so I was carrying her ass forward. She howled a laugh, kicking her legs, and I
offered Erica my other hand up.

"She is going to be a

lot of fun," Erica said.

"I know," I said.

"But I need to ask you, too. Is this what you want?"

Erica smiled, almost sadly,

and shrugged. "I told you I'd introduce you to a lot of strippers. I just
didn't know it would happen so fast. Like she said, it's the end of the world,
at least as we know it. Why not?"

I nodded, and then bounced

Ivy on my shoulder and gave her a soft spank on the butt. "What are you
giggling so hard for?"

"Nothing," she

said. "Everything."

"Crazy French

girl," I said, and carried her to the end of the RV and tossed her on the
bed like she wanted. She landed and immediately twisted and turned, biting her
lip as she positioned herself on her stomach, looking at me eagerly as she
slowly kicked her legs and her little bum bounced, humping the air a little.

"Oh, I think she wants

to suck your cock," Erica said, coming up behind me and resting her cheek
on my shoulder. She reached around my waist and started lowering my shorts.
"Is that what you want, Ivy?"

Ivy nodded, grinning.

"Well, I've got a

surprise for a naughty girl. You are very lucky, because you picked a man who
happens to have a very nice, fat cock." Erica said, and dropped my shorts,
letting my mostly-hard cock out.

"Oh, fuck," Ivy

said, her eyes going happily large. "It is a very good cock." She
looked up at Erica. "May I please suck the very good cock?"

"Good manners,"

Erica said. "Yes, Ivy, you may suck Harrison. But from now on you should
call it his fat cock."

"Yes, mo" the rest

of what she was saying became garbled as she leaned forward and spoke with the
head of my cock between her lips, and came.

She hadn't been expecting it,

and her legs started to kick as she tensed up and pulled away from my cock,
lowering her face to the bed. Then her body released all its tension and she
sucked in a deep, ragged breath. "Woah!" she exhaled, loud and
wordless, as a second wave of the orgasm passed through her.

Erica reached around and ran

her fingers through Ivy's hair as the smaller, younger woman rode a third and
final wave of the vaccine-induced orgasm. She was left panting, and rolled over
onto her back and looked back up at us in confusion and what looked like
drunken delight.

"What was that? I have

never come so fast," she said in wonder

"Didn't they tell you to

expect that?" Erica asked.

Ivy shook her head.

"Huh, that's weird. They

told my group," Erica said. "That was the imprinting process
starting. Can you feel that ache, down in your clit? That's the vaccine too.
Soon you'll feel it on your tongue, aching to get Harri's come anywhere you can
inside you."

"I already wanted

this," Ivy said, her grin not slipping. She rolled back over onto her
stomach and opened her mouth, but then hesitated. "Does this,”

"No," I said,

"Not every time."

"Too bad, but also

good," Ivy said. "It would be very hard to suck your cock if this
happened every time." Then she took me back into her mouth and began
bobbing her head quickly. I had a feeling she was actually a brunette and dyed
her hair up to the dirty blonde she wore it. The dark undertones were more real
than the light ones.

Erica came around me now and slipped

out of her shorts, going down to her panties and my shirt she'd been wearing,
and got on her knees on the bed next to Ivy. She sat tall, and I kissed her as
Ivy suckled on my cock. "Enjoy yourself, babe," Erica assured me.
"We both want this."

I raised an eyebrow and

reached around her, grabbing her meatier ass. "You don't need to keep
reassuring me, E. Or does 'mommy' need a good seeing to as well?"

"Oh, I always

need a good seeing to," Erica grinned. She started to lower down slowly,
maintaining eye contact with me. "But first I think I need to make sure
our naughty girl here knows how to treat you properly. Let me see you suck his
cock, Ivy."

Ivy beamed up at me, eyes

flicking between my face and Erica's as the older woman leaned close.

"Good, really slobber on

that cock," Erica said softly, stroking Ivy's hair. "It's going to be
cracking that cute little ass of yours open soon, so it needs to be very hard
and very slippery."

Ivy mumbled something

unintelligible.

"But don't forget his

balls," Erica said.

Ivy immediately took my cock

from her mouth and lifted it with a hand, trying to take my sack between her
lips but only fitting one nut as she tongued and worked her mouth. Erica took
Ivy's place at my cock, putting her lips around the head and starting to blow
me.

"Oh, fuck, that's

new," I groaned, looking down at both women staring up at me with smiles
in their eyes. I put a hand on each of their heads.

Ivy didn't let up, switching

from one ball to the other as my cock rubbed across her face, but Erica popped
off of the end and grinned at me before sliding back on the bed and taking up a
position behind Ivy.

"Now, what do we have

here?" Erica asked, wrapping her fingers into the elastic band of Ivy's
mesh panties. "Someone is a very naughty girl, dressing so slutty.
Look, I can see everything! So what could possibly be the point of this?"
She started pulling the panties down over Ivy's ass, and the younger woman
shifted her hips eagerly, letting her do it.

"Back to my cock

now," I grunted, and Ivy followed my orders. Once I was back in her mouth,
I ran my fingers down the side of her face, just watching as she looked up at
me with adoringly needy eyes.

Erica had gotten Ivy's

panties off, and she tossed them aside as she knelt next to the pale girl and
started to massage her upturned butt. "Ivy, you have a very cute
ass," she said, stroking the girl's smooth skin. Just like her front, Ivy
had a thin black line running down the middle of her spine, bisecting her from
her hairline all the way down to her ass crack. On one side of the line her
pale, smooth skin was flawless. On the other, she sported a collection of black
tattoos; most of them flowery and nicely designed, a few of them more 'witchy'
like flying crows and a jagged, leafless tree.

"M'ank 'oo," Ivy

mumbled around my cock, and wiggled her butt.

Erica quickly sucked two

fingers into her mouth and, biting the inside of her lip as she grinned,
slipped them down between Ivy's legs and began slowly, teasingly fingering the
younger woman's cunt.

Ivy immediately responded by

shuddering and starting to blow me faster, bobbing her head as she moaned with
my cock in her mouth, pressing against the inside of her cheeks.

"For a girl who prefers

it in the ass, our naughty little girl gets very wet," Erica said to me.

"Is that right?" I

asked, and looked down at Ivy and her big eyes. "Do you get wet and ready
for a cock even if you don't want one in that hole?"

"Umm hmm," she

hummed and nodded, then pulled her lips from my cock. "When I am ready,
the right man will have a very good time with my naughty cunt."

Erica leaned forward,

bringing her lips to Ivy's ear from behind. "And what about Harrison? Is
he the right man?"

I could see the conflict

warring in Ivy. She didn't know; her instincts were to shy away. But the
vaccine, that need and horniness it had put in Erica, was in Ivy as well. She
wanted me, wanted my cum. Wanted it inside her, to match with the vaccine.

Chemically, she wanted to say

yes.

"You don't need to

answer that," I told her reassuringly, stroking the side of her face
again. Then I glanced at Erica, who raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shook
my head.

Ivy, a thankful look in her

eyes, quickly went back to blowing me while Erica played with her cunt.
Eventually I pulled away, and in one move picked up and flipped Ivy over onto
her back. She giggled, and I was glad that she'd been honest with me about
wanting to be thrown around in bed; I would have likely asked, or maybe told,
her to move. Instead she seemed to really enjoy the manhandling.

"Get the rest of the

lingerie off," I said.

The mesh bra did nothing to

hide her perky, small boobs from me, but I wanted her naked. There was a
practical element; once the bonding process was completed, she was going to
zonk out and having that strappy lingerie on for hours and hours wouldn't be
good for her or it. But there was also a primal thing in me that just wanted
this strangely innocent, strangely filthy girl naked for me.

She stripped quickly, and

Erica took that time to peel off my shirt that she was wearing as well,
revealing her bigger, heavy tits.

"Oh, my," Ivy said,

and sat up, reaching for Erica's chest. "You are so beautiful,
Erica."

Erica grinned and leaned

forward a bit, allowing Ivy to press her face into Erica's cleavage. "She's
like a horny teenage boy," Erica laughed. Ivy was kissing and licking her
cleavage all over.

"So am I, when it comes

to you," I said, and slipped off the bed to stand behind her, kissing her
on the cheek and then down to her neck while I reached around and cupped her
tits from below, lifting them for Ivy to feast on.

"Oh, god, this is

heaven," Erica moaned, leaning her head back on my shoulder.

"Have you ever done a

threesome before?" I asked her quietly.

"Once. Three

women," she mumbled. "Not that great, really."

"Too much fake

cock?" I asked.

"That, and tribbing is

stupid. Doesn't do anything for me, and they both loved it."

"Hear that, Ivy? No

tribbing," I said.

"But can I eat her

cunt?" Ivy asked, coming up for air from the bounty of tits she was enjoying.

"I think my answer is

'whenever you want,'" Erica laughed.

"First I want more of

your mouth," I said to Ivy. "Lay back down. And Erica, I'd love to
see you eat her out."

Erica grinned. "Ever

seen a lesbian act in person before?"

"Nothing more explicit

than two drunk girls kissing to rile up some guys at a party," I said.

Ivy had lain back, spreading

her legs, and Erica knelt between them and slowly brought her face down to
Ivy's bare cunt. It was pretty, almost like the clean and clinical specimen you
would see in a biology textbook. "Do you want me to lick your cunt,
Ivy?" Erica asked teasingly.

"Yes, please," Ivy

said and grabbed the bedspread in her fingers in anticipation.

Erica went to work, and Ivy

moaned loudly and wordlessly as her body tensed and then relaxed into the
sensations.

"Is it good," I

asked.

"Uh-huh," Ivy

nodded and moaned.

I knelt down next to her head

and turned her face sideways, tapping my cock against her lips. She immediately
opened them, and I slid between her lips and she began suckling. Then, after
looking down and seeing the smile in Erica's eyes as she watched me getting
blown while she ate cunt, I began to thrust lightly into Ivy's mouth. The dirty
blonde dropped her jaw, and worked her tongue, and soon I was pumping steadily,
treating her lips just roughly enough to feel divine. I reached down and palmed
her tit, which so far had been almost entirely ignored. I happened to grab the
tattooed side of her, where the boob itself was still a blank canvas but was
surrounded by them dark patterns.

Her nipple was a firm little

nub in my palm, and her moaning on my cock changed to a higher pitch when I
grabbed her more firmly, and then began playing with her nipple between my
fingers. Erica, seeing the change in Ivy, mimicked me and reached up for her
other tit and grabbed it as well.

"Muh," Ivy moaned,

but didn't try to pull away from my thrusting. She whined on my cock, thrusting
her hips up and down, grinding against Erica's face. Then, seeing her coming to
a peak, I thrust in and held my cock deep in her mouth, but not to the point of
gagging her. I pinched the nipple I was holding, and Erica focused on her clit,
and Ivy went off with a long shudder and another muffled howl.

I pulled my cock from her

mouth when she was coming down. "Keep going," I told Erica. "Get
her there again." Then I stepped off of the bed and behind Erica, whose
panty-clad ass was up in the air at the edge of the bed. I pulled her panties
down to her thighs, set my cock against her puffy cunt, and thrust inside
firmly, claiming her as mine again.

"Yes, babe," Erica

gasped into Ivy's cunt. "Fuck, yes, my fucking stud."

"Oh, fuck," Ivy

groaned, eyes half-closed as she grabbed at her own tits harshly and watched me
fucking Erica from behind. Within five thrusts I was burying deep into my
girlfriend at a good, steady pace. "You two are so fucking hot," Ivy
said breathily, her accent turning every croon into a delightful sentence
instead of something that might have come across as crude.

I fucked Erica steadily, one

hand on her hip and the other keeping hold of her wonderful ass, and she thrust
back at me while trying to keep her lips and tongue working. I wanted Erica to
feel how desirable I found her, even in this threesome with a brand new woman
between us. I wanted her to know she wasn't just forced on me; she was a
choice. She chose me, and I chose her back.

Leaning forward, I let go of

her waist and ass and grabbed her tits hanging below her, palming them and
lifting their weight as she remained ass up and face down in Ivy's cunt.
"I fucking love you, E," I said. "I love your body, I love your
personality, and I love your mind. And right now, I really love how fucking
sexual you are."

"Fuck," Ivy

groaned. "Fuck, that is so hot."

Erica was starting to falter

in her fucking back at me, which I knew meant she was getting close but I
wanted to push her farther. "Ivy," I said. "It's almost time.
How much prep does your ass need?"

Ivy licked her lips, that

carnal need growing inside of her with every passing minute. "For most
guys, two fingers would be enough. But for you, I think three, if Mommy will do
it for me?"

"What do you think,

'mommy,'" I grinned. "Are you up for prepping her?"

Erica slurped off of Ivy's

cunt and flipped the girl onto her stomach, then spread her ass cheeks and spit
onto her asshole. "For her, and to watch you fuck this cute little ass,
absolutely," Erica said.

I really couldn't see all

that much of the oral portion of the prep, since I continued to fuck Erica. I
slowed, and thrust deep and firm instead of faster and harder, and gave her the
chance to work. Soon enough, Erica had two fingers in Ivy's ass and was adding
a third.

"Oh, mommy, yes,"

Ivy moaned. "Finger my ass. Spread my asshole for our man. God, I want
that fat cock up my ass so badly. Harrison, please don't make me wait. Please
don't back out, I need it so badly."

"Who does this ass

belong to now, Ivy?" Erica asked her.

"Fuck, fuck," Ivy

gasped.

Erica slapped the side of her

ass cheek. "Who does this ass belong to now, dirty little girl?"

"Harrison," Ivy

moaned. "Oh, fuck, Harrison. Fuck my ass. Take my ass. Take it. Take
it."

I pulled out of Erica,

watching for just a moment as her cunt was split by me and didn't want to let
go, then hopped back up on the bed. Erica pulled her fingers out of Ivy's hole,
and I spun the younger woman around on the bed and pulled her up onto her hands
and knees. Ivy dropped her face to the mattress as she reached back and held
her ass cheeks open, her butthole winking at me.

"Fuck my ass. Please,

Butt fuck me. Own my butt," she panted.

I placed my cock to her

asshole and pressed forward.

"Oh, fuck yes," Ivy

almost howled. "Oh, it is so good. Merci, merci, oh fuck yes."

I was halfway in when she

finally clenched and I stopped. Erica, meanwhile, had shifted her seating on
the bed so she was on her ass, and she spread her legs in front of Ivy's face.
"Hey, now it's time for you to lick my cunt, dirty girl," she said.

Ivy lifted her head and

groaned as she tasted Erica for the first time, and as she did Ivy's ass
relaxed, and I pushed in the rest of the way.

"Yes," she mumbled.

"Yes, fuck, so good. So full."

I slowly pulled back out,

then pushed back in. I'd tried anal before, once with a German girl I met off
base, but it had been tough going. With Ivy, it was like she was just built
different. She squeezed back at me, pushed to get me deeper.

"She really is an Anal

Queen," I gasped to Erica, who opened her eyes and grinned savagely at me.

"I can't believe you're

fucking her in the ass right now," she said.

"Neither can I," I

said, and started to properly thrust into that tight but forgiving asshole.

"She's fucking good with

her tongue, too," Erica groaned. "I can feel myself getting
soaked."

"Careful," I

snickered. "There are the only sheets we have right now."

"Oh, fuck off,"

Erica laughed.

I had just started fucking

into Ivy harder still, and she was sucking in deep breaths and moaning like a
pornstar, when there was a loud banging on the main door of the RV.

There was absolutely no way

they couldn't hear what was happening in here, let alone that I had to assume
the RV was rocking a bit.

"Don't stop," Ivy

gasped, lifting her face from Erica's cunt and begging me over her shoulder.
"Please, keep fucking my ass. You can't stop. I need you to keep
going."

"Fuck, I was so

close," Erica groaned, and the knocking happened again, banging on the
door. Erica rolled off the bed. "You can't stop now, you might break her
mind. I'll deal with this."

"Yes, Harri, fuck me. So

good, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass!" Ivy moaned, even fucking louder now that
she didn't have Erica's cunt to muffle her.

Erica stalked naked out into

the main area of the RV, and she slipped on the robe that Ivy had been using
earlier. She pulled it closed in the front and opened the door.

"Hey, so this is

awkward,” I could hear Vanessa say, but then I was shocked when instead of
going outside to talk to her, Erica reached out and pulled her inside the RV.

"Fuck, E! You didn't

shut the door," I said.

"Oh, shit. Sorry!"

Erica called, and I only half believed her.

There was one long moment of

chaos where Vanessa was inside, looking down the length of the RV right at me
as I was thrusting away, my nuts slapping against Ivy's cunt as I fucked her
ass at speed.

"Fuck," I grunted,

and I made to pull out.

"No, please, merde.

Don't stop fucking my ass. Don't stop. Fuck my little ass. Come inside, I need
you to come inside. Rempli-moi, mon homme. Mon cher. Fuck, mon amour!"

I couldn't stop. I was so fucking

close to coming, but I also had to move. So I did the only thing I could do; I
wrapped my arms around Ivy's torso, fucked my cock as deep into her ass as I
could, and picked her up and lifted her off of the bed.

"Fuck, mon amour. I love

you fucking my ass. Own my ass, mon amour. Fill me, fuck me," she babbled.

I got us out of direct line

of sight, pressing Ivy against the wall of the RV just next to the door to the
bedroom, and I fumbled with one hand and slammed it shut as I kept thrusting
into her.

"Fuck. Fuck! I want you,

I want it inside. Je veux croquer la pomme. Je suis très mouillée pour toi, mon
amour. Fuck me. I love you?" she gasped the last words, like she was
unsure, but enlightened by the idea.

And then I came, pressing her

up against the wood paneling and carpet of the RV walls. I came deep inside her
ass, and she leaned back into me as her entire body shook. Her jaw was clenched
tight, a small whine coming through almost like one of those dog whistles.

"Sorry about that,

Vanessa," I heard Erica talking through the walls. "We got a new
vaccine partner who moved in with the RV. We were just, um, going through the
bonding process."

"That is; I mean, I'm

sorry?" Vanessa mumbled. "It was obvious what was... happening, but
we kind of need to get to work again. I wasn't expecting you to..."

"That's totally my

fault," Erica said. "I was a little fuck drunk; Harrison is very
capable, and our new partner Ivy has a very skilled tongue."

".....Okay,"

Vanessa exhaled.

That was when it felt more

like I was holding Ivy up, rather than her standing on her own, and I carefully
pulled my cock from her still-clenching butt and scooped her up in my arms.

"Imprinting.

Imprinting," she was mumbling.

"Still fucking

creepy," I grumbled, shaking my head as I looked at her in my arms. She
was all woman, but like this I couldn't help but feel protective of the young
woman who'd been forced into making choices that led her to my bed.

The whole experience was

amazing, but it was still... ugh.

I set Ivy down on the bed and

lay the sheet over her, and she curled up around a pillow and continued to
mumble. This let me find and pull my shorts back on and exit the room.

Erica was sitting on the

murphy table, which she'd folded down, and Vanessa was sitting on the L-bench.

"Vanessa, I am so sorry

you got an eyeful of me like that," I said.

"No, it's fine,"

Vanessa said, raising a hand. "You guys explained some of it last night,
and Erica was just telling me again about the whole vaccine process and stuff.
I didn't realize that's what this was and you couldn't, ah, interrupt the
process."

I nodded, and during the

following brief conversation I apologized a couple more times. We quickly went
through the plan for the day; which included finishing up all the rest of the
moving out of the house so that it could be demolished the next morning.

"And that's it,"

Vanessa nodded. "Uh, before I go; could I see her?"

"You mean Ivy?"

Erica asked.

"Yeah," Vanessa

said. "I mean, not if she's in a compromising position or whatever. But
last night you and Leo talked about the 'imprinting' thing, and I'm probably
going to have to do that eventually. I'd like to see it beforehand."

I sucked my teeth for a

moment, then nodded. "Sure, I think she should be decent." I led
Vanessa to the back of the RV and opened the bedroom door. Ivy was still where
I'd left her. Vanessa scooted around the outside of the bed, leaning forward
and watching Ivy's face as she smiled and mumbled 'Imprinting' over and over.

"That's freaky,"

Vanessa whispered, standing back up and coming out of the room. "But she's
also gorgeous."

"Just wait until you see

her tattoos," Erica said. "She has some really interesting work
done."

"Yeah?" Vanessa

asked. "Cool. I'm looking forward to meeting her."

Erica smiled. "So, uh,

how long before you need us?"

"Like, twenty minutes

ago," Vanessa smirked.

"No," Erica shook

her head. "I mean, how long until you need us."

"Oh!" Vanessa said

again, her eyes going wide. "Um.. another... fifteen minutes?"

Erica smiled and winked.

"I'll make it work."

Vanessa, blushing, left the

RV and shut the door behind her, while Erica turned and dropped the robe,
revealing her naked body to me again. "I need you to fuck my orgasm back
to life, babe," she said, staring hotly. "Fuck me fast and hard."

I pulled her into my arms,

laughing along with her as I glanced around the RV, deciding which part of the
big luxury vehicle we should christen first.

With Ivy safely tucked away

in the back of the RV, and Erica and I working the knots out of her system
quickly, it really was time to get to work. While Erica and I had been busy,
Leo had been equally busy, going to wake up Danielle and show her their new
temporary home as well.

"Come on, rabbits,"

Erica called, knocking on the back window of their RV.

"You would have been so

pissed if he did that to you," I said.

Erica laughed and shrugged.

"Yeah, so?"

"You two have a very

different relationship than me and my sister," I said.

The curtain on the window

pulled aside a little, Leo glancing out and glaring at Erica. "Fuck
off," he said, flashing her the finger.

"We need to get to

work!" Erica called again.

Leo looked like he was about

to say something snarky, but was pulled away and Danielle was now in the open
corner of the window. "Sorry," she said, barely audible through the
glass and over the sounds of construction work happening nearby. "I'll
make sure we're quick."

Her angelic face flashed us

both a smile, and then she dropped the curtain.

"Did you see what I

saw?" Erica asked, turning to me.

"You mean her whole

naked tit?" I asked.

"God damn, it's like

that girl was manufactured to be 'Sexiest Woman Alive," Erica chuckled.

"I don't know about

that," I said, taking her hand and leading her away. "You'd give her
a run for her money."

"Compliments will serve

you well, boyfriend," Erica smiled, squeezing my hand and winking.

It turned out that the

surveyors didn't need major tours again yet, so I was more free to help with
the packing and the moving. Once Leo and Danielle joined us; letting us know
the water pressure in the RV showers was pitiful at best; the work went
quickly. We moved our clothing and things we knew we'd need sooner than later
into the RVs, everything else got moved into the storage containers. A third
container was dropped off to help with housing Leo's woodworking equipment,
which gave us more space to start organizing things as well.

How long did a house take to

build? How long until they even started on our houses? These were the sorts of
questions we just didn't have answers to, so we had to guess we would probably
be in the RVs at least through the fall and winter and into next year.

It was around the middle of

the afternoon, and I was busy securing my father's old gun safe in the storage
container with the woodworking tools, when I heard the telltale sound of
another vehicle pulling up the driveway. Not three days ago, that sort of
commotion would have had me wondering who it could be, and why they were out
here in the middle of nowhere. And that wasn't just because of the pandemic
quarantine; it had been that way my whole childhood. There were three kinds of
visitors to the Black family ranch; expected, in need, and unwanted. Now I
heard vans and trucks moving almost constantly, and there must have been thirty
or more people working just within fifty yards and I'd only met half of them.
It was strange.

"Excuse me, Mr.

Black?" A man asked. I turned from the gun safe and found a
scraggly-looking kid, maybe all of twenty and looking like he was all bones and
unkempt facial hair. He was wearing a reflective construction vest and had a
hard hat tucked under one arm.

"Just Harrison is

fine," I said, shutting the safe and spinning the dial to lock it.
"What can I do for you? Is Vanessa looking for me?"

"Who? No, I don't think

so," the kid said. "I'm with the grading crew working on the highway?
There's, uh, some people who showed up demanding to talk to you."

I took a breath and nodded.

It could have been a couple of different people. "What did they look
like?"

"Well," he

hesitated. "There were two women and three men, and they pulled up in a
green pickup truck and a white panel van."

"Kid, are they all

Natives?" I asked.

"Um, yeah," he

said, clearly uncomfortable. He'd likely grown up somewhere far from a
reservation, and probably in a major city, so his experience was limited to a
little bubble.

"Alright, I know what

this is," I sighed. Part of me considered opening the gun safe back up,
but I ended up figuring it would just make things worse. Guns usually did.

It was tempting, though.

I followed the kid out to the

front and waved down Erica and Vanessa as they were talking on the front stoop
of the house. "Hey, I need to head down to the highway," I said.
"The Band is here to chew my ear off."

"Oh, shit," Erica

sighed. She hadn't met any of them, but she'd heard some stories from Leo and
me.

"Wait, you mean like

people from the Reserve?" Vanessa asked. "Are they going to cause
trouble?"

"Not today," I

said. "Probably. They aren't going to like any of this though."

"Fuck," Vanessa

sighed. "Well, I guess I need to come with you. I'm technically in charge
of the site right now, other than the surveyors. All the other work crews are
getting their orders in via radio from my Dad at the temp headquarters at the
motel until his office gets set up here, so I'm the emergency contact."

"I was going to ride one

of the quads down," I said. "You're welcome to the other, unless you
want to get your truck."

"Same speed, but the

Quad's more fun," Vanessa grinned.

I fetched the keys and she

and I were just turning over the engines when Erica came hustling over from our
RV; she'd done her makeup quickly and changed into a fresh white tank top with
one of my old button-down flannel work shirts hanging open with the sleeves
rolled up, and her favorite black jeans that hung low on her hips and accented
her ass.

She stepped up and swung her

leg over the back of my RV, settling in behind me and hugging her arms around
my chest.

"What's with the change

of clothes?" Vanessa asked.

"Battle armor,"

Erica said.

I just shook my head, not

wanting to get into the details. We'd kept the 'visitors' long enough.

Driving down the widened

driveway was a strange experience; I likely could have navigated the old
driveway trail by memory and the feel of every bump in the road. Now it was
smooth and graveled, and a water truck had even driven through a few times with
little sprayers, hosing down the dust. And some of my landmarks, fallen trees
or weird-looking rocks, were just gone. Cleared away by the grading crew. It
set my teeth on edge, thinking about how everything was changing. Nothing was
going to be the same, whether the pandemic got better or got worse; I'd changed
my family legacy indelibly.

I think Erica might have felt

me tensing up, and without a word she hugged me a little tighter around the
waist and kissed the back of my neck softly.

When we reached the bottom of

the driveway; only a couple of minutes' drive on the quads, I saw that the work
had been continuing. The turn-in was now almost five times as wide as it had
been before, and a highway crew was working on not only making sure there was
clear drainage and the turn was smoothly graded, but also installing an extra
wide shoulder on the far side of the highway as well to give consideration for
extra-long truck beds making wide turns.

There were three work trucks

and a big panel van, and most of the guys seemed to be working diligently; in
fact, it might have been the hardest-working highway crew I'd ever seen. Deadline
quotas tied to money seemed to be doing the trick. But down the highway about
twenty yards, three of the construction workers were lounging against the
tailgate of one of the trucks, their arms crossed as they kept watch on our
five guests.

I drove slowly around the

workers, out onto the highway and then back around to park on the other side of
the trucks, between the workers and our guests from the Band. Erica squeezed my
arm as I dismounted, and she quickly followed as Vanessa fell in beside us in
her chunky work boots, slim-fit work jeans and long sleeve t-shirt. She looked
the part of a construction worker, and even a foreman with the extra notepads
and carpenter pencils stuck in her reflective vest pocket.

"Kara," I said by

way of greeting.

Kara was glaring at me from

behind a bandana tied across her face. Her silky, long black hair was tied back
in a thick braid and her warm, tanned skin was mostly covered up by the beige
work shirt she was wearing. The other two women were similarly dressed, each
one with the Community Center logo for the Rez emblazoned on the left tit of
their shirts. The two hulking men stayed in the back, doing their job of
glaring at me angrily to an admirable degree.

"Harrison, what the fuck

is this?" Kara demanded, gesturing at the work crew and the expanded
driveway.

"Well, even though it's

none of your business," I said, keeping my voice as even as I could.
"This construction is because the Feds are developing my land. All of
it."

Kara's eyes went wide, and I

could only imagine her jaw going slack behind her bandana mask. She looked
around quickly, then up the slope towards my home and back. "You
wouldn't," she said.

"I did," I sighed.

"I didn't go looking for it, but it was the only reasonable choice."

"You can't,"

she said again, eyes starting to steel over.

"I'm sorry,

Harrison," Vanessa interrupted. "Hi, I'm Vanessa Colson, I'm the Site
Super right now. Is there something I can do for you, or;?"

"You can stop working

immediately," said one of the other women. "This land doesn't belong
to the government, or the Blacks. This is tribal land."

Receiving backup, Kara nodded

sternly.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Same shit, different year. My Dad almost went bankrupt fighting your
lawsuits, and my Grandfather before him. The Band has made my family miserable
for generations, and you've lost every single time. The State court declared
you have no standing whatsoever over my land."

"Your family has murdered

our people for generations!" Kara shouted. "You stole this land from
us."

"And you've murdered

us," I said back. "But there hasn't been a death in eighty years,
Kara. Eighty years! And the State recognized the original bill of sale, my
great great great Grandfather purchased this land fair and square and you know
it. But this isn't my fucking problem anymore! You want to sue? It's not
going to be my Dad, it's not going to be me. You're going to be squaring off
against the Feds, so go ahead and have fun with it."

"Fuck you,

Harrison," Kara said. "Standing by your murdering family line. You
could have made something of yourself, could have made a difference. Righted
the past."

"Alright, this is just

edging into harassment territory," Vanessa said. "Look, unless you
show up here with a legal writ saying we need to halt work, there is no way in
hell that I'm stopping work."

"We'll make you

stop," the other woman said. "We'll stage a protest, bring in the
media. I'll tell everyone who will listen about my grandfather and great uncle
and how they are buried in unmarked graves in those woods."

I grimaced, realizing that

behind the mask was Feather Callingwood, a long-time activist for all sorts of
issues on the local rez and one of the featured 'witnesses' that had been
paraded out during the last lawsuit, telling the oral history of her family.
"Feather, you can try anything you want," I said. "But I'm
telling you, there ain't no unmarked graves up in those hills. Not because
there weren't any; I believe you. I believe your grandfather and his brother
trespassed, and my great-Grandfather and Grandfather killed them and buried
them. But my Grandfather was a spiteful sonofabitch, and he went to some pretty
ridiculous lengths to clear out every single body that wasn't a Black. And he's
fucking dead and in that ground now, so there's no one to blame except
ghosts."

She glared hate at me, and I

just shrugged.

Kara was fuming as well, but

she held it in better, because as Feather looked about ready to rush at me Kara
signaled and one of the big men put himself in front of Feather and after a
brief, whispered conversation they went back to the van and inside. Kara then
signaled to the others, who hesitated but turned back towards that truck they'd
come in, leaving just Kara facing off with me, Vanessa and Erica.

"So what?" Kara

asked. "You go off and join the military, and now you just lick the heels
of the government?"

"Hardly," I said.

"They made me a deal that was too good to refuse, with a stick too big to
ignore."

"So you're a sellout,

then," she said.

"Sure, Kara," I

sighed in exasperation. "I'm a sellout. After six generations, I decided
that rather than give in to you I would just blow the whole thing up out of
spite. Does that really sound like me?"

"Fuck you,

Harrison," Kara said, but I could see the conflict in her eyes.
"We'll be back. Feather isn't wrong, we'll protest this thing into the
fucking ground. We'll march on Portland. Hell, we'll march on DC if we have
to."

Erica snorted, which raised

Kara's ire again. "What? What does the white woman have to say about my
people and our persecution?"

"Jesus Christ,"

Erica said. "This isn't a fucking race thing. I'm snorting at the fact
that you think you can protest this away. After what I've seen, with the
resources I know they are throwing behind this? All I've got to say is 'Good Luck.'"

Kara set her jaw stubbornly,

I could tell it even beneath her bandana mask, and turned on her heel and
stalked towards the truck. And I wanted to see her go. I really did. But also
there was history.

"Kara," I called

after her, and she turned back. "Kara, this pandemic is serious business.
It's bad. Just... be careful, alright?"

"You think I don't know

that, Harrison? All of our community programs have had their funding shut off,
and have to operate under the radar because they're technically illegal. We
haven't been able to staff our medical clinic for two months; all of our
volunteers are worked to the bone in the city even if they did have the time.
But if it's as bad as you say, where the hell are your masks? Where's your 'be
careful?'"

"All of our workers are

being tested frequently," Vanessa said. "Quarantine before they come
on-site, and no close contact off of site once they are working."

"Sure," Kara said.

"And what about you, Harrison? And who's this, your white whore?"

"Erica is my girlfriend,

Kara," I said. "And is living with me. And part of our deal with the
Feds was getting into an experimental vaccine program."

Kara's eyes hardened.

"Of course it was. Because why offer that chance to the people who
actually need it the most?" She stormed off, and I knew it wouldn't be
long before I saw her again. Likely with a picket sign.

The Natives reversed and

drove off, heading back up the highway towards the reserve.

"Alright, what the fuck

was that?" Vanessa asked once the vehicles had travelled around the bend.

"As you could probably

tell, there's a long and unsavory history between my family and the
Reserve," I said.

"Don't bury the lead,

Harri," Erica said.

"I'm not. There is also

history between me and Kara. We... dated in high school. First loves, first;
yeah. I didn't care it pissed off my Dad, she didn't care it pissed off her
parents either. Then she took this internship for course credit in our senior
year with the Elders on the Rez, and I guess they knew about us, and they told
her all about the history between my family and the Band. She cried as she
broke up with me, but said she couldn't 'betray her people.' It always sounded
like brainwashing to me. She ended up becoming a paralegal after college, and I
joined the military. Life went on, and I never heard from her until my Dad
finally passed. Then she came back around, as a representative of the Band,
trying to get me to give up the land despite the legal wins. And for the past
five years, maybe every 18 months or so, she's filed lawsuits for one reason or
another and they've always gotten tossed out because there's no new evidence or
reasoning."

"Fuck me, that explains

the whole 'white woman' schtick," Vanessa groaned. "Now I know what
you meant by battle armor, Erica."

"I wasn't about to just

let her try and walk all over Harrison without showing up," Erica smirked.

Vanessa breathed in deep and

then out slowly. "This isn't just going to go away, is it?" she
asked.

I shook my head. "Not

likely. I don't know how fast they'll move, but they'll do something."

"Fuck," Vanessa

said. "Guess I need to make some calls."

"Sorry it's landing on

you," I said.

"No, it's really

not," Vanessa sighed. "I just know I'm going to get an earful of it
anyways. I wish my brother was here, he's negotiated a bunch of contracts for
industrial sites with Native groups before."

"I don't think some

guaranteed jobs are going to cut it here," I grimaced.

"Yeah, didn't sound like

it would," Vanessa nodded. "Alright," she turned to the work
crew that had been listening and chatting, their work forgotten. "Shows
over, y' bums. Remember those deadline bonuses? You want to hit those or what?
You ugly mugs gossip more than a knitting circle after someone announces a
divorce, Jesus Fuck!"

Erica gave me a soft smile

and took my hand. "You handled that well," she said quietly.

"Thanks," I said.

"I wasn't sure how I'd do. Telling her about the Feds could have been my
breaking point."

"Well, it wasn't,"

Erica nodded and pulled me into a hug. "Can you imagine if you told her
the details of the vaccine, though? Her head might have popped right off."

"I know," I said,

hugging her back. "But that's also what worries me."

By the end of the day the

barn was empty, the vehicles were moved into a makeshift parking lot next to
the RVs, and the house was sitting with the windows and doors open, everything
of any significance piled into the storage containers. More office portables
had been moved in, and some of Vanessa's 'Gorilla Crew' had already gotten to
work setting them up. Soon there would be a small complex of portable offices
to manage the construction site. A tree-clearing crew had also shown up late in
the afternoon, starting to walk around with the surveyors, marking out areas
where they would start work in the morning.

I sat in the empty living

room of the house I'd grown up in, looking out the front windows at a skyline
that hadn't changed in thirty years, and then changed all at once in three
days.

"Hey," Leo said

behind me. He was standing in the kitchen doorway, leaning his hands on either
side of the jam. "You Okay, buddy?"

"Yeah, yeah," I

said. "I'm fine. Just feels weird."

"I can only

imagine," Leo said. He walked over and sat down next to me, offering me a
beer he must have brought from the RVs. "You know, Erica and I never lived
in a house longer than five years growing up?"

"I didn't," I said.

"I know you mentioned moving, but I never put the timeline together."

"It's true. Our Pops was

always looking for the better thing. Better house, better job. Better wife,
when he got tired of our Mom; not that I fully blame him, the piece of work she
was. But this has been the best home I've ever had, living here with you. So
thanks," Leo said sincerely, and lifted his beer.

I clinked bottles with him

and smiled. "It's been good having you, brother."

"Not your brother

yet," he said. "You haven't put a ring on my sister's finger."

"It's been three days,

fucker," I laughed.

"Yeah, but you love

her," he sighed. "Can't fucking hide that, even when I'm trying not
to see it."

"And what about

you?" I asked. "You and Danielle are as all over each other as Erica
and me. Maybe even more. Did I see your RV rocking in the middle of the
afternoon?"

"No," Leo scoffed,

then let a smirk slip through. "Maybe."

"You dog," I laughed.

"It's not the same

though, I think," Leo said after taking a drink. "Danielle is; Fuck,
she's just way out of my league on every level. Physical, mental, ambition, you
name it. We fit, and it's awesome, but we're still getting to know each
other. You and Erica? You don't need to do that."

"Are you trying to tell

me to propose to your sister?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey man, you did say

the upside was getting you as a brother-in-law," he grinned. "I'm
just trying to get there as quick as I can."

We laughed and chatted as we

finished our beers. I made no promises about a ring for Erica; we were in love,
sure, but we were also in the wildest honeymoon phase I could think of. 'Hey,
the world is ending, and here's a chemical that will save your life but it
makes you entirely dependent on the sexual satisfaction of your partner' didn't
make for a convincing argument for a long-lasting relationship to me.

Plus there was Ivy to

consider, still zonked out in the RV with the imprinting process.

Leo eventually left me to my

brooding, teasing me on the way out as only a real friend could, and I wasn't
alone five minutes before new footsteps came in behind me and Erica slid to sit
down, hugging me from behind.

"Hey," she said,

resting her chin on my shoulder and looking out at the sunset with me.

"Hey," I replied.

"I left a note for Ivy

in case she wakes up," Erica said. "I knew you'd want to spend one
more night here."

"Thanks," I

whispered.

We spent the night camped out

on the living room floor, nothing between us except a single blanket. We mostly
talked, and Erica slipped out twice to grab us beers from the RV. She came back
once giggling and scandalized because she'd almost stumbled into Danielle
fucking Leo in nearly the same spot on the lawn as we'd been fucking the night
before.

And we made love, there on

the floor. It was slow and pleasant, and we didn't try to compete with each
other. And after I came inside of her, she hummed a tuneless lullaby to me and
stroked my hair as I rested my head on her bosom. And then she whispered
naughty things to me, and told me if I was going to be fucking our little
fuckbuddy in the ass regularly, she was going to need to get her own ass ready
for me too; she just needed a few days, if I could wait that long. And all of
that led to another session on the floor, and then all too soon we were waking
up with the first sliver of light stabbing through the back kitchen window and
slicing a beam of light across the house.

We had to dress quickly,

since we could already hear the rumble of vehicles on the driveway.

By six o'clock there were

already two dozen workers in the area, and by six-thirty an excavator and a
bulldozer were being unhitched from the flatbeds that had trucked them in, and
three dump trucks were on standby.

"Morning," Vanessa

said, trudging toward Erica, Leo, Danielle and I as we stood in front of the
RVs.

"Morning," I said.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please,"

Vanessa nodded.

"I'll get it,"

Erica said, trailing her hand over my shoulder as she dipped back into our RV.

"Not quite the exciting

hello I got yesterday," Vanessa commented with a smirk.

"What happened

yesterday?" Danielle asked.

Vanessa told her side of the

story, putting a blush on Leo's cheeks and making Danielle giggle and bite her
tongue cutely. Erica came out most of the way through the story, another
steaming travel mug full of coffee. "Two and two, right?"

"How'd you get my coffee

order so quick?" Vanessa asked.

"I asked around,"

Erica smiled. "Feel free to come over whenever you want."

"I appreciate it, and

I'll try not to rub it in the Gorilla's faces too much."

We stood, quietly sipping and

softly chatting until one of Vanessa's crew came around the building and waved
at us. Vanessa turned to me. "Ready? Any last things to do?"

I shook my head. "No, go

ahead."

Vanessa waved back, and the

guy disappeared.

About five minutes later, a

guy came out the back of the house, having done a final check to make sure no
one was inside, and radioed to the excavator.

The demolition didn't take as

long as I thought it would. Chomp by chomp, the house started to dissolve,
collapsing in on itself.

"Erica?" Ivy asked.

"Harrison?" She was dressed, thank God, and wasn't pulling a
Danielle.

"Hey, honey," Erica

said, leaving me to go whisper with Ivy on the steps of the RV where she was
poking her head out. I turned back to watch my childhood continue to disappear.

Then I had Ivy hugging me

from the side, and Erica slid in on the other and hugged my arm, resting her
cheek on my shoulder. I put my arm around Ivy, thankful that even if everything
was changing, at least some of the changes were turning out to be silver
linings.

The house was gone in under

an hour. Not just demolished, but bulldozed and scooped up into the dump trucks
and carted away. Where it had stood was a shallow hole on the hillside, the
remains of the crawlspace that I'd hid in as a young kid, and been scared of as
a slightly older one because of the spiders and chance of snakes or other animals.
And been annoyed by as a teen, getting told to go clean it out as a punishment
for something I couldn't remember.

Most of the others had

stepped away once the main show was over, Danielle scooping Ivy under her wing
to get to know the new girl in our weird little circle as she and Leo said they
would make breakfast. Vanessa gave me a pat on the arm as she went back to
work.

Erica stuck with me, wrapping

her fingers in mine as she continued to lean her cheek on my shoulder.

I took a deep breath and let

it out, closing my eyes for a moment and picturing the house, then letting it
go. "Alright, that's enough of that," I said.

"If you need more time,

it's Okay," Erica said.

"No, no," I said,

pivoting in place and wrapping her up in my arms, holding her close. "It's
done. I had my moment, and we had moments last night. I just need to let it out
and be done and move on."

"You're such a

guy," Erica snorted, then lowered her voice to mimic me. "Just gotta
rub some dirt on it."

"Do you know why people

say that?" I laughed.

"No, but I'm sure it's

stupid," Erica said.

"Well, most people don't

think about it," I said. "But it's got something to do with natural
clay being good for wounds and abscesses. Not replace-modern-medicine good, but
it can act as a sort of bandage to help staunch bleeding if you have nothing
else."

"I knew you were a hot

nerd sometimes," Erica said. "But I didn't realize you were a geek,
too."

That got me laughing, which

felt good. I ended up taking the rest of the morning for myself, telling the
Surveyors I needed a bit of time, and then we rode out onto the trails on the
ATVs. Erica drove the second one, having had plenty of practice over the past
couple of months, and Ivy sat behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

We gave Ivy the tour, taking

frequent stops to show off views that I knew were going to be disappearing
sooner than later. I had no doubt the hills were going to change shape to make
room for roads and flat plots for houses and yards. We ended the tour up near
the spring and the graveyard, where I pointed out to the girls where we had
decided our house would be, Leo's next to us, and my sister and her family on
the other side.

Then Erica got that look on

her face, and she started taking off her clothes, and we ended up naked in the
spring stream where it pooled into a little swimming hole; barely big enough to
really even call it that, more like a cold, fresh tub than a pool.

Ivy walked us through a lot

of her tattoos; she was the kind of girl who got them on a whim but was very
particular about her aesthetic when she did. The left side of her body was
peppered with dark navy ink, the right clean and smooth, and she danced between
Erica and me in the water, spinning with a playful smile on her lips.

We ended up fucking, my bare

ass on the rocky bank as Ivy straddled me and bounced like a wild child with my
cock in her ass, while Erica stroked Ivy's back and side as she sat beside us.
Then, once Ivy was satisfied, Erica washed me in the spring and took me in her
mouth, getting me hard again so we could have a leisurely fuck in the grass.

Afterwards, as I lay on my

back and stared up at the blue spring sky above us, Ivy crawled between Erica
and me and snuggled close.

"This is not

normal," she said, her French Canadian accent putting a roundness on her
words. "And I am scared about how Okay I am with it. Just un petit peu.
You both are so wonderful, and I am not so used to relationships. Especially
ones that feel so big, so fast. Usually, I would run away from this sort of
thing."

Erica rolled onto her side,

hugging Ivy from behind. "Don't be afraid to feel," she whispered
into the shorter woman's ear as she snuggled her chin against Ivy's shoulder.
"All you need to do is talk with us. Harrison is almost too respectful,
and things are changing quickly for all three of us. Just talk."

We talked about nothing for a

while. Ivy told us about growing up in the bush of northern Quebec; which
didn't sound so different from growing up here in the west coast foothills of
the Rockies. Erica told stories about growing up with Leo, and let Ivy in on
the story of us crushing on each other but her holding to her deal with her
brother. Ivy told us about her younger half-sister Séraphine, and how despite
the five-year age gap between them they had always had a close frenemy
relationship. They would go at each other like cats and dogs, but if someone
else tried to say or do anything to one of them, she knew her sister would be
the first person to step in and defend her.

Eventually we got hungry and

had to put on clothes and head back down to the controlled chaos of the growing
construction site. Ivy rode with Erica back down the trails, and I saw on more
than one occasion that she was hanging onto the older woman's tits instead of
her waist. We ate lunch with Danielle and Leo, and then both Leo and I were
getting co-opted into work with the surveyors again.

I lost track of time for the

next couple of days; the surveyors were constantly wanting to double-check locations
across the property and asking for guidance to and from different landmarks
that we'd set up. And if that wasn't happening, we were meeting with Vanessa
and moving the RVs and our vehicles while she organized moving the storage
containers to make more room for supplies and equipment getting trucked in.

And if none of that was

happening, we were fucking. Often together, with Ivy enjoying the roleplay of
being our little plaything. But just as often apart when we wanted some time
alone with each other to figure out how we fit together. Sometimes it was
quick; a fast shag after eating lunch with Erica bent over the table in the RV
or Ivy shoving my cock down her throat hidden in the storage containers, and
sometimes we went back to the spring, or another quiet corner of the woods, and
we took our time. I fucked Erica up against the old willow tree where I'd lost
my virginity to Kara a decade and a half earlier, and she joked about taking
the experience back from her; we also almost got caught by Leo and two of the
surveyors walking by. Ivy had a particularly adventurous spirit, and one night
when the crews were all gone for the day she found one of the office portables
that had been left open and took me in her ass while laying across someone's
desk.

And we did.

To be continued, Based on

a post by Break The Bar for Literotica

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