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"Harri, things are

getting weird up here," Kyla said.

I was still down at the gate

and had turned away several trucks looking to drop of supplies or equipment,
directing them to the motel like Vanessa had asked. As soon as I told them we
were on quarantine lockdown and motioned to the just-visible form of Patrick in
the guard booth they stopped bitching and were happy to drive away.

"What do you mean

'weird?'" I asked.

"I've just got a bad

feeling," she said. "I went up on the roof of the RV and the workers
are clearly agitated, and it looks like they're being kept out of the barracks
buildings. Some of them are wandering around and are getting closer to the
compound and looking more curious than usual. No one's come right for us or
anything, but I'm just; You know that feeling?"

"Yeah, I do," I

said. I knew it. That tingle, that edge, when you knew something was brewing.
"Look, the code to the gun safe is 4-83-16-7. Grab everything and bring it
into the compound. Dani can help, she knows her way around firearms. Try not to
spook the others, but don't let anyone leave the compound and definitely don't
let anyone in unless it's me or Vanessa."

Kyla was silent for a long

moment. "Thank you. For trusting me."

"Kyla, if I trust you

enough to agree to have a mess of babies with you, I hope I can trust you with
my guns," I said with a nervous smirk.

"You know what I

mean," she said.

"I do," I said.

"Be safe."

"You too."

"Harri, you need to come

back," Erica said.

"What's wrong?" I

asked, already heading for the ATV. I'd been pacing for almost an hour. The
trucks had stopped showing up so I assumed someone had re-routed them and no one
had tried to come down and leave. Part of me wondered if that was because
construction workers were drilled to be safety-focused and so a basic
quarantine rule felt like an instinct to stay in place, or if they thought
there was more than just me down here keeping them in.

"Guys have been

approaching the compound and asking weird questions," she said.
"We've been telling them to go away and respect the quarantine, but
there's about a dozen of them hanging around about halfway to the compound, and
I can't get Vanessa to answer her phone."

"What kind of weird

questions?" I asked, feeling a growl from my chest that I didn't intend to
put in it.

"They're asking about

the vaccine," she said. "I; I think there's been rumors about us
going around. We always knew people would be talking, but I never thought it
would be more than awkward. This is creepy, though."

"Fuck, Okay," I

said. "I'll be there ASAP."

"Harri, if they are

thinking about us, they'll be thinking about Vanessa."

"I'll find her," I

said.

I almost just drove off, but

I couldn't leave the entryway open. I looked around but I didn't have a single
sign or barricade to work with. All the pylons and stuff that had been up
during the widening of the highway and driveway entrance had been carted off
somewhere else.

"Fuck it," I said,

a little disgusted at what I was about to do, but it would definitely deter
people from entering at the very least. I took off my jacket and wrapped my
hands in it, then went over to Patrick and grabbed him by the feet and dragged
him out into the middle of the driveway. I dumped my jacket with him and looked
into the hut again for his clipboard so I could write a note or something, but
it was covered in splatters of blood so I didn't touch it.

And I left him there. The

only warning I could come up with.

If I thought I'd ridden the

ATV hard and fast going down the driveway I'd been kidding myself. I didn't let
up on the throttle once going back up, the rip-roar of the engine crackling
hard from the strain. Instead of crossing around the wide way to the compound,
however, I headed right into the thick of the temporary buildings where
something like a thousand men were currently milling about.

"Move!" I roared

over the thrum of the ATV engine. Some people moved because of the vehicle.
Other people moved when they heard my voice, or looked over and saw the
expression of my angry eyes over my mask. As I got deeper into the crowd I had
to slow down as I stood as high as I could while still moving and tried to spot
Vanessa.

One group only moved out of

my way when I put my hand on my pistol.

I finally spotted Vanessa,

along with her father and another white hat, in the side vestibule of one of
the barracks buildings. They all looked over in confusion as I pulled right up
next to the door and hopped off without even turning off the engine. I threw
open the outer door and stepped in, heading right for Vanessa.

"Harri, you're supposed

to be down at the gate," she said through her mask, concern and surprise
in her eyes.

"We need to go," I

said, taking her by the arm.

Fortunately almost any other

time except right in the middle of this specific emergency, Vanessa was
strong-willed, dutiful and didn't take any shit.

"Harri, what the

fuck?" she said, tugging her arm away. "I'm working here. We need to
try and keep people calm and you're acting like an asshole."

"I'm sorry," I

said. "But there's too many of them and not enough of you. There are guys
poking around the compound and asking questions about the vaccine, and they're
getting closer. We need to get back there and lockdown."

"You sonofabitch,"

Brent said, shouldering around the other foreman in the little room. "You
let go of my daughter or I'll stick my foot so far up your ass that,”

"Shut the fuck up,

Brent," I growled, levelling my finger at him with a glare. "Just
shut the fuck up and listen to me. You've got a thousand guys around
here who are worried that they've got the sickness, and they've been talking.
And talking. And you know what they're talking about? Not wanting to be sick.
Do you know what one of the usual topics of conversation is? Me and my friends
and family, including Vanessa. The rumors about how we're in the experimental
vaccine group? That includes her. And practically everyone knows how; how
sexually active we are, and how that might be connected. So what do you think a
bunch of scared, angry guys who have been quarantined for months are going to
start thinking of doing when the only answer they have on their minds is that
there are women, right over there, who could fuck the sickness away no matter
how fucking stupid that sounds?"

Brent had gone ashen-faced.

"Come on," I said,

pulling Vanessa with me. She didn't hesitate or try and pull away. Brent didn't
say anything.

I got Vanessa on the ATV and

sat behind her, protecting her with my body as best I could, and then I revved
the engine and people backed away, and then I was driving. I revved the engine
again to make people move. Someone didn't move fast enough and got bumped and I
didn't care.

We broke out of the crowd and

I gunned it, heading for home. I could see the guys gathering, about twenty of
them now, a stone's throw from the compound. I went straight at them and
several had to jump out of the way because they thought I was playing chicken.

I wasn't.

 

"Miriam texted,"

Erica called to me. "She said 'ERT on route.'"

"That means they'll be

at least an hour and a half," I said. I didn't look down at her, keeping
my eyes on the assholes out in the field.

There were about thirty of

them now, but a couple smaller groups were further back and watching what would
happen. A few of them had tried to follow me to the compound until I'd ordered
them back and pulled my M9. I'd escorted Vanessa inside, then driven the ATV
right into the entryway between the RV and the storage container and plugged
it. Someone could climb over it, but they'd be slowed down. I got the other ATV
and did the same thing at another one of the corners before going inside. I
would have used the cars as well but that would mean people could use them to
climb onto the roofs of the containers and RVs.

Kyla had been watching me

from the roof of a storage container as I did this, sitting low to try not to
draw attention but clearly holding my DDM4. Erica, Ivy and Dani had all wanted
to hug me when I got back, but I warned them off. "Vanessa, you were close
to me so you need to quarantine. I had to move a dead body, so I might be
contaminated. None of you should come near me."

Erica looked like she was

about to approach me anyways, so I held up a finger and glared at her. "I
can't do what I need to do if I'm worrying about you," I told her.

She looked like she wanted to

bite back something, but swallowed and nodded. "Okay."

I'd ended up trading places

with Kyla, and she left the rifle up there for me to use.

"Are you feeling Okay up

there?" Erica asked.

"I'm heated, and could

use a granola bar or something," I said. "But I'm not feeling any
sickness. How's Vanessa?"

"She says she's

fine," Erica said. "She's in our RV."

"Okay," I said.

A granola bar hit me in the

head, making me look down at her as she smirked up at me. "Don't ignore me
and you could catch your snacks," she said.

My facade cracked as I

snorted and bent to grab the granola bar. "Thanks, babe."

"Love you," she

said.

"Love,” I cut off as a

group of five guys split off from the group and started walking towards the
compound. I dropped the granola bar I hadn't even had a chance to unwrap and
held my rifle at the ready. "Stop," I yelled at them.

"It's Okay," they

yelled back. "We just want to talk." They kept walking.

"I said stop!" I

said, raising the rifle to point towards them. That made them stop.

"Look, we just want to

know if it's true," one of them yelled.

"What?" I asked.

"We want to know if it's

true," one of the others shouted louder.

"No, is what true?"

They seemed to confer with

each other for a second. "Is it true you guys are vaccinated?"

"We're locked down, just

like you," I yelled.

"That didn't answer the

question," said the first guy.

Fuck, there had to be a

semi-smart one.

"Fuck off," I

called back.

"That's not a no,"

he yelled. "Why are you so aggressive, man? Is it because you have
something we might need?"

"There's a thousand guys

out there, and I've got women who you all have been staring at for weeks in
here. I don't give a fuck what you think is going on, I'm not letting you
creeps near them," I said.

They backed off, but I could

clearly see their agitation. I hadn't convinced them of shit.

 

"Please," moaned

the lone figure. "Please, I just need help."

He was staggering across the

field and I'd watched him come on from almost the start. I could because the
crowd parted around him like a school of fish around a whale. As he got closer
I could tell why.

The guy must have snuck out

of the barracks somehow. Based on what Vanessa could tell us, they'd tried to
quarantine anyone who was sick inside the barracks. As he got closer I saw that
his sleeve was covered in blood and he was stopping to cough and hack.

By the time he was within

speaking distance he was leaking blood from his nose and bloody spittle was
covering his chin.

"Stay the fuck back,

buddy," I said, pointing my rifle at him.

"You need to help

me!" he cried.

"I don't have any way to

help you," I said. "There's an emergency response team on its way,
you just need to rest and try and keep calm until they're here."

"Fuck -cough cough; Fuck

you! We all know that you freaks are juiced up with some vaccine, and everyone
knows it's got to do with you having sex with them. Just; Just, please, someone
come out and fuck me! I need it to live!"

Any other situation and that

might have been comical.

"That's not how it

works," I growled. "Now back the fuck off and go back into your
quarantine, or at least go sit by yourself outside. You're putting everyone in
danger."

"Everyone but you and

them!" he screamed. "You're killing me!"

"Get the fuck out of

here," I said, flicking off the safety on my rifle as he took another
staggered step towards the compound.

He hesitated, and went down

to one knee and started hacking up blood on the ground. Then he looked up at me
with a pitiful expression of hate, and he turned and crawled his way to his
feet, staggering away.

Sixty or so other men were

watching from around the field now, their presence a looming menace.

 

I watched as Brent Peters, in

one of the official trucks, tried to disperse the crowd. He shouted, he
threatened and he cajoled. I was pretty sure a couple of Vanessa's 'gorilla'
crew who had been around the site since the beginning were with him.

To be fair, he split off

about fifty of the workers and drove them back towards the barracks and
offices.

That only left another fifty

ignoring him and slowly circling like a pack of wolves.

I fingered the safety of my

rifle again and flipped it off and kept it that way.

 

"Stay the fuck

back," I shouted. "One more fucking step and I will end
you."

"You can't do

that!" shouted one of them. "They have the vaccine. You can't just
keep them to yourself!"

I leaned forward slightly,

pushing the muzzle of my rifle just that little bit closer to the construction
worker. My finger was on the trigger.

"One. Fucking.

Step," I growled as loudly as I could. "And I will murder every last
one of you."

Someone in the back of the

crowd of twenty burly, rough-looking men threw a wrench at me. He missed wide
by a good two yards. I fired a shot into the ground a foot from the front line
of men, the boom echoing across the open space of the construction site. It
turned more heads down at the offices and barracks buildings, and I could only
hope it would warn people away instead of bringing them over.

"How about we

clarify," I yelled. "Back the fuck off, and the next person
who throws something gets a bullet between their fucking eyes."

Leo was up on the other

storage container with one of the hunting rifles, looking nervous but following
my lead. Down in the compound Dani, Kyla and Erica were each in the center of
the little barricade they had fashioned in the last hour, armed with the rest
of the firearms from the safe. I was proud to see them there, keeping calm, but
prayed to God they wouldn't need to shoot. Ivy, India and Aria had used one of
the back entrances to the compound to slip inside the storage containers for
shelter just in case the shooting did start since the metal walls were thicker
than the RVs. Vanessa didn't want to leave quarantine and risk the others, so
she stayed where she was.

"You can't shoot all of

us," one of the construction workers yelled.

"I've got a full auto

enabled rifle, three mags of ammo, and a sidearm, motherfucker," I shouted
back. "I may not get all of you, but how much do each of you want to bet
you're one of the few I miss?"

 

I didn't see where it started,

but I definitely saw it coming. Someone had decided to try me by getting smart,
and now a big Caterpillar backhoe was rumbling across the field toward the
compound.

Honestly, I couldn't be sure

what his plan was. Crash into the RVs or storage container? Swipe me off with
the shovel held up really high? Just battering ram through?

Whatever it was, whoever it

was, the crowd of men in the field cheered when they saw it coming. Part of me
wished it was Brent out in the machine and he was planning on squashing the
sons of bitches, but no such luck. It didn't veer off course.

I couldn't yell any warnings

to the driver, the heavy machinery was too loud.

Dropping to one knee, I

sighted down my rifle, and at about 60 yards I put a bullet through the front
glass of the cab.

I don't know if the guy

thought the cab was bulletproof or what, but I could see I'd put a hole in the
glass. Couldn't tell where or if I hit the guy because of the tint and the
glare from the afternoon sun, but I hesitated on pulling the trigger a second
time and was rewarded by the big machine slamming to a halt and the cab door
bursting open as a guy fell out.

Someone else rushed for the

cab, mounting the side of the backhoe, trying to be a hero to his people.

I aimed a little low and took

another shot, and his legs went out from under him. He bounced off the wheel
and rolled to the ground. A couple of other guys rushed forward and grabbed
him, pulling him around the backhoe for cover. The cab door hung open, the
engine of the big machine thrumming loudly, but no one else went for it for now
even though the cheering of the crowd of animals had turned to boos.

 

They made a rush for the

backhoe. A group of them started to move closer to the compound in anticipation.
What they didn't know was that I could see something they couldn't.

I could see the helicopter.

It buzzed over, low to the

ground, the wind whipping around dust and dirt as men hit the ground in fear at
the sudden sound of propellers just above their heads. I lowered my rifle and
covered my eyes with one hand from the blasting grit as a loudspeaker crackled
to life.

"By order of the United

States Air Force, hit the dirt and stay there!"

It wasn't exactly

professional wording for dispersing a crowd, but then the tone of Miriam's
voice did a lot of work.

The Pave Hawk circled, its

door gunners deployed and scanning the field, and it lowered down next to the
compound and a fire team of airmen in gasmasks disembarked and moved out onto
the field with rifles raised, shouting for the men to stay down. At the same
time, military trucks began circling around the barracks buildings, their heavy
frames and engines rumbling in counterpoint to the whining engine of the
helicopter as it powered down.

Miriam stepped out in full

combat fatigues and shielded her eyes as she looked up at me.

"I feel like I should

make an Alamo joke right about now," she said.

"I was thinking more

'look to the west in three days at dawn,'" I countered.

"Dude, that is such

a misquote," Leo said from the other container. "'Look to my coming
on the first light of the fifth day, at dawn look to the east.'"

"Erica, your brother is

a fuckin' nerd," I called down into the compound, and then I turned back
to Miriam. "So, got time for that beer now, or do you think you're a
little busy?"

Organized chaos reigned for

about twenty minutes as army-green heavy trucks continued to rumble onto the
construction site. There were even more National Guard than when Miriam had
broken up the protest, all of them suited up in full hazmat suits, being
directed by airmen in gasmasks. It was tough to even follow what was going on.

"Harri," Vanessa

said from the ladder, getting my attention. I hadn't gotten down from the top
of the RV since I wasn't sure how much of a contamination threat I was, but
Dani, Erica and Kyla had gone to let the others know that things were safe now.
Miriam was clearly busy with everything else going on around us, so I hadn't
exactly felt it was the right time to figure out what to do.

"God, I want to hug

you," I said as I did the opposite and backed away.

She smiled weakly as she

pulled herself the rest of the way up. "I know," she said. Vanessa
sat down on the edge of the RV roof, her feet over the side, and I joined her
about six feet away. She looked out at the hectic organization going on,
listening to the shouting and the thrum of engines. "Shit."

"Yep,' I agreed.

"I feel like it's my

fault," she said more quietly.

"It's not," I said.

We sat there for a while, not

saying anything else.

Eventually, Miriam came back

around; hazmat tents had been set up, bright white with yellow caution signs on
them; and it looked like the construction workers were being split up between
the tents and the trucks. Miriam already looked haggard as she trudged through
the field to us. After she'd said hello earlier she'd put on a gas mask of her
own, and she was still wearing it as she approached, only slipping it off once
she was about ten paces away from Vanessa and me.

"How are you two

doing?" she asked. "Everyone Okay over here?"

I shrugged. "Tough to

say," I said. "I'd like to be checking on everyone and making sure
they feel safe, but Vanessa and I aren't sure what sort of risk we are to the
others. Any chance there's a test or something we could take?"

Miriam sighed. "There

is, but this is another one of those situations where you should've already
been told this. In all likelihood, based on Vanessa's extended amount of time
among the workers, she's probably carrying the virus. The best thing you two
can do right now is to make sure your inoculations are running at full
potential."

"What?" Vanessa

asked.

"What does that

mean?" I asked.

Miriam went to wipe her brow,

then realized she shouldn't since her hands were gloved up and unsanitized. Instead
she just sort of wiped them on her fatigues in frustration. "You need to
go screw," she said. "The vaccine you all have will do its job, but
you can bump up the inoculation effect by having sex with your partners. And
Vanessa, with your out-of-the-norm condition with the vaccine, you should
probably go more than once."

"Miriam, you realize,” I

started.

"I know, I know,"

Miriam said, raising a hand to cut me off. "It sounds ridiculous. But
that's what the science people are saying."

"So have sex, and we

should be fine?" Vanessa asked.

"Yes," Miriam said.

A radio on her belt squawked and she grabbed it, speaking into it quickly.
"Look," she said, turning back to us. "The rest of this out here
isn't your job, it's mine. I've got it. So focus on taking care of yourselves,
and I promise I'll give you another update when I can."

"Is my Father alright,

at least?" Vanessa asked.

"Brent is probably the

most important person on this site," Miriam said. "He'll be at the
front of the line for anything he needs. Alright?"

"Okay," Vanessa

nodded.

"Miriam," I said as

the Lieutenant Colonel was about to turn away. "Thank you for showing
up."

She grimaced a little.

"I should have been here sooner. All of this is coming too late."

"But you weren't too

late for us," I said. "Just remember that you're pretty fucking
awesome."

She smiled, shaking her head

a little. It was the same mini speech I'd given her before she was scheduled to
go in and face the music back when we'd both been in the military. She'd been
nervous to go and face the tribunal with her superior officers after I'd
discovered the blackmail and interrupted the assault. At the time she'd blushed
a little and looked down at her boots. Now she took the compliment a lot
better.

As Miriam walked away back to

the organized chaos of the emergency response, I shifted down the RV edge to
Vanessa and wrapped my arm around her.

"We're still not

safe," she said but didn't pull away.

"We will be," I

said softly. "I just need you to know I'm here for you."

She lifted up a hand and took

a couple of my fingers in hers as it rested on her shoulder.

We ended up heading down into

the compound a few minutes later and let everyone know what Miriam had said.
Dani had immediately begun ushering Leo, India and Aria towards their RV.
Things in my own household were a little more difficult to handle now since
Kyla wasn't interested in the idea of group sex at all; and almost more
importantly, I felt like Vanessa needed something different than a group
experience at the moment. She'd been the most exposed and knew the most people
who were currently being affected.

"Go," Erica said,

pointing me towards the RV. "We'll go one at a time, baby. Vanessa goes
first."

I gave her a look to let her

know how much I loved her, and she smiled and gave me one back. I gave her, Ivy
and Kyla each a quick kiss before I ushered Vanessa into the RV.

Once we were inside I just

took Vanessa into my arms as we stood in the main sitting area. We'd cleaned up
the space since Kyla had joined us; Vanessa's luggage was stowed now in one of
the storage containers except for a small bag like Ivy used. Kyla's things
still hadn't shown up and she'd been borrowing clothes from the others. So in
the empty space, I stood and held Vanessa in a bear hug and she hugged me back
and let herself go.

I hadn't seen Vanessa cry

before, not that I really saw it now. She buried her face in my chest and clung
to my shirt as she sobbed, and then wailed as she muted herself by burying her
face in my chest even more. When she was sobbed out I picked her up and carried
her down to the bedroom, laying her on the bed and taking off her boots for
her, then I laid down beside her and pulled her into a spooning position and
held her some more.

We whispered to each other,

though she did most of the whispering. She was worried and felt powerless. She
was worried for her father, and her crew of 'gorillas'. She was worried she
should have paid more attention somewhere or made different assumptions last
night or that morning. She was terrified she might have caused people to die.

I held her through it all,

acknowledging her fears and worries, but assuring her it wasn't her fault.

"I just want to be able

to do something," she said quietly into the dim lighting of the RV.

"I know," I said,

holding her tightly. "But there's nothing we can, or could, do out there
right now."

She turned in my arms so we

were face to face. "But I can do something in here," she said.

I kissed her softly and then

pulled back to look at her whole face. "If you're not 100% ready, we can
wait a little bit more. Probably."

She shook her head and kissed

me harder than I had her. "If there's one thing I can make sure of, I want
it to be that I did everything I could to keep you alive," she said quietly.

"I kinda want you to

stay alive, too," I said with a little smile.

We kissed again, and then we

slowly worked our clothes off. Neither of us were feeling particularly randy or
horny considering the circumstances and what we knew was going on outside the
compound, but we also wanted to feel each other. Touch each other. Once we were
naked I held her for a bit, and then she kissed her way down my body and took
my cock in her mouth. At the first taste of precum she hummed a soft moan, and
we both had a conflicted look for a moment as we knew that the vaccine was
doing it and not either of us.

The sex wasn't special. Once

I was hard she climbed up and slid onto me, her cunt wet from the
chemically-induced horniness in her body even if her emotions weren't feeling
it.

"I'm sorry," I said

as she slowly rode me, looking down at me as her body almost fucked on
autopilot.

"I know," she said,

leaning down to hug me while I was inside her. "It's not your fault."

We held each other again,

just staying still and feeling each other.

"I don't even know if I

want to orgasm," she whispered. "I can feel my body wanting to,
but..."

"I know," I said to

her. "I know."

Eventually, we rolled over

and I took over, slowly pumping into her as I cradled her head in my hands and we
softly kissed. She came when I did, the vaccine at work again. It might have
been the smallest orgasm I'd had since the beginning of this, and hers wasn't
particularly great either compared to what we were used to now.

"I'm glad you're

safe," I whispered to her as we just held each other.

"I'm glad you're safe,

too," she whispered back. "I'm happy I have you."

I kissed her cheek and she

squeezed her arms around my waist, hugging me down to her.

We didn't want to face

whatever else was going on out there. Despite the fact that In Here wasn't
feeling very upbeat, once we left the RV we would need to start processing the
disaster again. Vanessa and I were both action-oriented people, and there
wasn't an action we could do to start making this better, or right. Hell, we
couldn't even make it fair.

She dressed in a loose

sundress from her things. It was the girliest piece of clothing I'd ever seen
her wear and it didn't suit her until she slipped her boots on. Then the
anachronism of the ensemble felt more like her.

"Vanessa," I said,

stopping her from leaving the RV. I went to her near the door and kissed her
again, this time more fervently. I put my worry for her, that desperate panic
I'd felt when I was looking for her on the ATV, and I put my love for her even
if she didn't want to say the words, into the kiss. And she kissed me back,
feeling the emotions and pouring her own back at me. By the time we were done,
she was crying silent tears, and I felt my own eyes welling a bit.

She smiled sadly and reached

up to touch my cheek, and then hugged me hard and I hugged her back.

"The others need

you," she mumbled.

"You need me, too,"

I said. "And I need you."

God, 'love' was on my tongue.

I'd been wanting to say it more and more. But our conversation was still
settled deep in my mind and the last thing I wanted to do was fuck this up.

She kissed my chest and

stepped back. "Think you can do all four of us, and then me again
later?" she asked.

"For you,

absolutely," I said, holding her hand.

She smirked, just a little,

at the corner of her lip and stepped to the door.

I was just at the sink in the

kitchenette, wetting down a cloth to wipe myself down a little when the door
opened again and a bundle of blonde energy barreled inside and practically
tackled me in a hug.

"Harrison!" Ivy

cried.

Within moments Ivy was

clinging to me, her legs around my waist and her arms around the back of my
neck as she kissed me fervently.

"Don't; Ever; Scare; Me;

Like; That; Again," she mumbled in between kisses.

I was holding her up with one

hand on her butt and another on her lower back, which meant she had more
leverage and choice in when we were kissing and when we weren't as she pulled
me tight to her. What I could do was step us over to the bench and turn and
sit. Now I didn't need to hold her up as her ass was in my lap and I brought my
hands up and wove my fingers into the hair at the side of her head, pulling her
away slightly from my face so I could look at her.

"I'll try, ma dulcinée,"

I said.

She broke into a huge grin at

my; likely terrible; use of French. Hopefully I had the pronunciation correct
as I'd been looking up things I could call her on my phone a couple of days ago
but hadn't broken one out yet.

Ivy was the second youngest

now out of the four women who were stuck with me, but she was very much the
least mature in terms of the way she acted. That wasn't to say she was childish
at all, she just wore her emotions on her sleeve and lived with abandon. She
was a physical person, a toucher, which was why she so often preferred sitting
in the lap of myself or Erica when we were lounging around, or at least holding
hands. Her dirty blonde hair, with golden highlights from so much time spent
outdoors lately, was a wavy, curly frame around her pretty face as we just
stared at each other, smiling and trying to read each other's minds.

Her eyes were like windows

into her emotional depths, and all I saw there was need, and desire, and love.

"I love you, Ivy,"

I said.

One single tear dripped from

her eye as I thought her face might break, she grinned so widely. "I love
you, too," she said and kissed me hungrily. "Je t'aime," she
mumbled as she broke the kiss for a breath. "Je t'aime, je t'aime, je
t'aime."

It was the first time we'd

said it to each other. My relationship with Ivy had burned hot but hadn't
always felt like it had settled. She was a playmate. A sexy friend. A lover,
but we weren't 'in love' so to speak. My relationship with Erica had been the
problem; it eclipsed what I had with Ivy emotionally. Which wasn't fair, or
right, but it was what it was. She came into our lives too soon after Erica and
I had finally become entangled for her to get the full attention she deserved.

And Ivy had been Okay with

that. She'd made herself a little niche in our lives, and we'd done our best to
carve it out larger and larger for her.

I'd wanted to tell Vanessa I

loved her in that hospital room in Portland, not 24 hours after we'd had sex
for the first time. Something between me and her just clicked. And with Kyla, I
could feel the falling in love like it was a physical thing growing
between us. Neither of us had said it yet or even had a conversation about it,
but it was there in those soft, quiet moments and touches. With her, I shared
something I couldn't with the others, something only Dani had really gotten
close to because of her background with her military father. Kyla and I had
been through something in our lives that had changed and molded us to someone
else's vision. We'd served, and been trained, and that understanding between us
that we weren't who we'd been but still held onto the useful parts of those
people... it was a connection. And we'd also chosen each other, almost more
than Erica and I had, and that meant something.

But Ivy and I had so little

in common that it was only in the space between the others that I saw how much
I was in love with her. She was carefree where I was stoic and felt the burden
of a hundred things in the back of my mind. She was exuberant and I knew I was
often reserved. But one thing was the same between us; we were both caregivers.
We just did it in slightly different ways.

Ivy and I kissed, and kissed,

and then I pulled her away again. "I love you, Ivy," I said
earnestly.

Again that giant smile, and

she reached up and brushed a hand along my chest. "Je t'aime, mon
amour," she said. "Now, I need you. In my throat first, I think, and
then my ass."

Soon we were in the bedroom,

Ivy on her back with her head hanging over the edge as I used her mouth and
throat and she moaned happily. Her small tits made fantastic grips when I used
her like this and she relished me tweaking her nipples and squeezing her. Once
we'd had enough of that, I picked her up from the bed and threw her over my
shoulder, carrying her back out to the front of the RV and settling her down on
the table face down, her cute little ass sticking back at me.

Ivy reached from her position

and snagged a bottle of lube out from a cupboard, which made me chuckle since I
hadn't even known it was there. With the amount Erica, Dani and I had picked up
from the sex shop the day before, I wondered how many of those bottles were
hidden around the RV now.

After a quick lubrication, I

was buried in Ivy's ass as she moaned happily. Even now, after weeks of doing
this with her, I was still a little amazed at how easily she took me like this.
My cock looked huge between her ass cheeks, and Ivy had one leg thrown up onto
the table to really spread her out so that I could thrust deep. She arched her
back up, craning her neck, and I met her in a kiss as I plundered her little
asshole just the way she liked.

Ivy managed to get an arm

back and around my neck, twisting her torso a bit more so she could watch my
face as I fucked her, which also brought her bouncing tit into view. It was her
tattooed side, and I traced my fingers along the lines and shapes as she
grinned and cooed happily. Then I grabbed her tit hard and pressed my forehead
to hers, my other hand slipping down to her cunt and rubbing her softly.

"I love you," I

told her again.

She came, the clenching of

her ass and the drips from her cunt on my fingers pushing me over the edge as
well as I unloaded into her butt. We kissed hard once we had enough of our
senses back, and I was still mostly hard when Ivy used the cum inside her to
force my cock as deep as she could get it. She rolled over into a second orgasm
at the tight pressure, her mouth opening but no sound coming out.

I pulled out after she

collapsed on the table and softly wiped between her cheeks with the cloth I'd
been using when she first came in before picking her up and cradling her on my
lap as I sat back on the bench where we'd started. She blinked herself awake
quickly, smiling dreamily.

"Je t'aime," she

whispered softly.

"Ivy, when we can, I

want to take you on a proper date," I said.

"Dinner and a

movie?" she asked with a smile.

"If that's what you

want," I laughed. "I thought I could be a little more creative than
that, though."

She shook her head and lifted

her lips to mine to kiss me again. "I've never been on a good, proper date
like that," she said. "Dinner and a movie."

"Okay," I agreed.

Now all I had to do was figure out how to make it happen.

We kissed a bit more, Ivy

still coming down from her double orgasm, and then I held her as she told me
how worried she'd been. It was interesting, and a little heartbreaking, to hear
her side of things. Unlike Vanessa, who had been powerless because she might be
a threat to others, Ivy had been powerless from the start. All she'd wanted to
do was hug me and reassure me that it would all be alright, but she'd known she
couldn't because of the risk of the virus and distracting me, and as things got
worse she had even less and less she could do. Hiding in the storage container
with Aria and India had been the worst part of it all.

She cried a little, though

not as much as I might have thought. Kissing me seemed to ease her heartache,
reminding herself it was over. Then, all of a sudden, she was smiling again.

"I should go," she

said. "Kyla and Erica need you, too."

I squeezed her tightly,

hugging her to me. "Je t'aime," I whispered in her ear.

She dressed with a big smile

on her lips and pushed me into the washroom to clean myself up before she left.

I was in the shower when the

door to the little cramped washroom opened.

"Harrison?" Kyla

asked, peeking in the door.

"Come in," I said.

I was already soapy.

"Why are you taking a

shower?" she asked, stepping inside. "We're supposed to have sex for
the inoculation effect."

"Because I didn't want

to smell like anyone else when I was with you," I said. "And I had a
feeling Erica would tell you that you should go first, and you would tell her
that she could, and then she'd insist and you would go along with it to keep
things smooth between the two of you."

Kyla opened her mouth to

respond, then clicked it shut and smiled softly a moment later. "That's
pretty much exactly what happened," she said. "You've been paying
attention."

"Of course I have,"

I smiled. "Now, give me a couple of minutes and,”

Kyla started stripping,

peeling her borrowed shirt over her head followed by the simple black bra she
wore, then the leggings and panties, until she was gloriously naked, her
golden-tanned body sleek and athletic. She opened the shower door and quickly
slipped inside, pressing herself to me in the tight confines.

"I didn't want to

wait," she said, looking up at me with a soft expression.

I wrapped my wet arms around

her, hugging her to me and bending down to kiss her as the water pelted my
back.

She washed me, starting over

from the top, taking her time. The thing was, she wasn't doing it in any
particularly sexy way. She wasn't teasing me overly much beyond the act of
being naked with me. Even washing my cock and balls she was careful and gentle,
but didn't stroke me more than was really necessary to get me clean. I stayed
rock-hard through the whole thing, however, because of what was going on
between us.

This wasn't a sex thing. It

was a service thing. Kyla wasn't washing off the traces of Vanessa and Ivy, she
was washing me. She was loving on me in a new way. Every look between
us, and the way she focused on the part of me she was washing, was her learning
more about me. Memorizing the lines of my muscles, the hairs on my arms, and
the look of my feet. We'd spent enough time naked together in the last two
weeks to know our private areas, but she was going further than that. She
wanted more than that.

When she finished, down on

her knees after washing my feet, she looked up at me with a soft smile and
reached for my cock as it hung in the air next to her face.

"Not yet," I said,

reaching down and helping her up in the tight space. "Now it's my
turn."

And because of how fucking

special she'd made me feel in that moment, I couldn't do anything less than
give her the same. I washed her hair, slowly scrubbing her scalp. I soaped up
and rinsed her body with my hands, being careful not to get carried away with
her tits, ass or cunt. I caught myself wanting to roll her brown nipples
between my fingers in particular. Once I had delicately washed between her legs
I got down to my knees, but in the tight space even that was awkward to wash
her legs, so I ended up on my ass on the floor of the shower, my legs spread as
she stood between them so that I could wash down her smooth thighs, and calves,
and then her feet.

When I finished, and she set

her foot down, I looked up at her as she looked down at me. Her eyes were full
to the brim, and I couldn't tell if they'd spilt over or not because of the
water from the shower. Her lips were rolled in as she pressed them between her
teeth. I reached up and took her hand in mine, bringing her palm to my lips and
kissing it softly.

"I trust you," I

told her. "And I appreciate every part of you. Even the things I don't
know, and the things you may not want to tell me about. I appreciate them
because they helped make you who you are, and get you here." Then I let go
of her hand and encouraged her to bring one of her legs around and over my
shoulder, and I pressed my lips to her cunt as I began eating her out.

I'd eaten her before, but

Kyla always seemed to feel overwhelmed by it. I'd realized after the first
couple of times that it wasn't that she didn't like it, she just wasn't used to
having someone want to dote on her. To want to tease and taste her, and take
their time with making her feel good. She was the one who was supposed to
tease, raise the temperature, and provide release at the right moment. She was
the one who was supposed to have that power.

But on my ass at the bottom

of the shower with her looming over and practically sitting on my face, I had
the power.

I teased, and tasted. I

kissed thigh and mound and lips. I nuzzled and I tongued.

She came the first time when

I softly teased her hole with a finger while buzzing lightly on her clit. It
was a quiet one, shuddering, and when it was over she thought we would move on.
There was no chance I would allow that. The second time happened when I had two
fingers deep in her, tapping at her g-spot while I kissed her mound firmly,
trying to find the exact point outside that I was pressing inside. This time
she came hard, her fingers in my hair as she gasped in the lead up, and then
pulled my head against her abdomen as her cunt squeezed and then released a
wash of dripping girl cum down my arm.

"Harri!" she

shouted my name. "Oh, fuck-uh! Harrison, oh my; Ugh!"

I waited until she was

panting, and her fingers loosened in my hair, before I added a third finger. I
didn't want to be done, but she tightened her grip on my hair and pulled my
face away from her. When I looked up I didn't see the soft expression anymore;
Kyla was looking down at me with a hunger I hadn't seen since the night she'd
been imprinted.

"Take me to bed,

may-ari," she whispered huskily.

Getting out of the shower

ended up being a bit of a thing that left us both laughing as I had to crawl
out since I couldn't get a grip on the slick walls. Once I was standing, Kyla
was in my arms and we were kissing, and I didn't even bother with us drying
off. I picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom and down to the
bedroom, dripping water the entire way.

Despite the hunger between

us, we made love. Most of the times Kyla and I had been together in the last
two weeks we'd been having sex. We hadn't gotten wild, and we hadn't been soft.
It had always been good. This time could have gone to either extreme, and I
could see us in the not-so-distant future fucking each other silly because God
did I want to go all caveman on her. But this time we made love.

We ended with her spooned

with me, her one leg up in the air as I slow-thrusted into her. Her natural
grace and athleticism from her dance made it feel like she could hold that pose
for hours. She'd already come a third time, and I was getting close to a
release of my own despite having popped twice already in the last hour or so.

"Don't come inside

me," Kyla said suddenly, reaching back and running her hand down my side.

"Huh?" I grunted in

surprise. I hadn't ever finished with her anywhere except inside of her.
She'd gone off her birth control almost immediately after she'd joined us, and
Erica had done the same, and I'd put a load into Kyla's cunt almost every day
since.

"I don't want a

conception tied to today," Kyla said. "Not with everything..."

"I understand," I

said, wrapping my arms around her and hugging her back to my chest as I stopped
thrusting for a moment. She tilted her chin down and kissed my arm.

"I; I want to taste you

anyways," Kyla admitted. "Come in my mouth?"

I kissed her shoulder, and

then the crook of her neck. "I would love to," I said.

We fucked a little bit more,

and then I stood on the bed and Kyla got on her hands and knees and sucked my
cock, uncaring of her juices on me. As she did it she looked up at me with eyes
that pleaded for my release. She fondled my balls with one hand, softly
massaging them, as she jerked me off near the root and suckled on the head.

When I came, I came with a

groan, but I managed to keep my eyes open as she grinned around my cock and
swallowed every spurt. And she shuddered as her own chemically-induced orgasm
rolled through her.

I collapsed back down onto

the bed, and Kyla laughed softly as she pressed herself to my side, her naked
tits against my chest. I ran my fingers along her back as we just shared our
warmth.

"Thank you again,"

she said after about ten minutes of holding each other.

"That's the last

one," I said quietly.

"Okay," she

whispered, and I could feel her smile. She knew what I meant.

Not long after, Kyla

stretched and then wiped her mouth to make sure there was nothing there before
softly pecking my lips. "Erica has been waiting too long," she said.
She quickly went and got her borrowed clothes from the washroom, but realized
they were wet from our journey out of the shower and ended up grabbing one of
Ivy's summer dresses that she had borrowed before and put it on without
underwear.

"You tease," I said

as she smoothed the dress out.

She smirked as she looked

over at me. "You can take advantage later if you can still get it up after
two more rounds."

I groaned, thinking of my

poor cock after five rounds in a row. Or 'poor' cock. Then I looked back to
Kyla again. "I'm going to try, but I might just want to taste you
again."

She bit her lip and grinned,

but instead of saying anything she reached out a hand to me and I wrapped my
fingers in hers, squeezing softly for a moment before she pulled away and went
to the door.

I didn't even have a minute

to get myself together before Erica was in the RV. I met her in the doorway of
the bedroom and she practically tackled me backwards onto the bed, quickly
straddling my waist as she took my face in her hands and kissed me hard and
long. Everything in her showed me how much she'd been holding it together, and
how much she wanted to come apart. So I rolled us over to get on top and,
without breaking the kiss, I started undressing her. Her shirt and bra came up,
and her jeans got undone and pushed down her thighs along with her panties. As
naked as I could get her under the circumstances. And I pressed my body down to
hers, letting her feel my weight as I wriggled my hands under her so I could
hold her tight.

Erica laughed out a cry, or

maybe cried a laugh, when our kiss finally broke. Just one sob of relief. Then
she pulled her shirt and bra off entirely and kissed me again, and this time
the kiss wasn't in a need for closeness, it was a hunger.

We scrambled to get her naked

the rest of the way. I just knew what she needed. With the others, I'd had to
feel it out and figure out what our mutual emotional states were. Vanessa
needed care and comfort. Ivy needed to feel loved and to feel like things were
going back to normal. Kyla needed another step in our relationship.

Erica needed to feel alive

with me.

Once her jeans were off of

her, I picked her up to her feet from the bed and pressed her back to the wall
of the RV, scooping one of her legs up in my arm and moving my cock to her
entrance as she thrust her hips forward to meet me. She was wonderfully wet for
me, her arousal a constant turn-on in my mind. I honestly wasn't even sure how
I was hard again but didn't question it as I burrowed my cock into her cunt and
kissed her feverishly.

We fucked. Erica's

magnificent tits pressed between our chests as our tongues battled. She grabbed
the back of my neck with one hand, holding on tight, as I grabbed her ass and
used it as a handle to fuck her harder. In an unspoken agreement with little
more than looks we tore apart and she spun around, pressing her chest to the
wall and thrusting her ass back at me as she reached back and spread her
cheeks. I speared into her again, her wetness squelching a little as she moaned
in her throat.

Fucking her from behind, I

wrapped my arms around her front and pressed her into the wall with my whole
body.

"I fucking love

you," I growled in her ear as I jackhammered her with short, hard thrusts
while her plump ass squeezed between our hips.

She craned her neck around to

kiss me and took my lower lip in her teeth and bit me almost hard enough to
draw blood.

"Fuck!" I shouted

and slapped the side of her ass cheek.

She laughed wildly. "I

fucking love you too, baby!"

I spanked her again, then

pulled out of her and tossed her onto the bed. She scrambled to her hands and
knees and I mounted her roughly, grabbing her by her thick, dark hair with one
hand and her hip with the other as we started slamming into each other. I
managed to shift my footing a bit so that I was fucking down into her more and
she groaned wordlessly in her throat as she came and lost the strength in her
arms and legs. She collapsed onto the mattress and I went with her, not
stopping my thrusting. Her cunt clenched over and over, and I turned her head
and bit her ear to pay her back for my lip.

"Fuck, keep using my

fucking body," she moaned. "Use my holes. Take my ass if you want,
baby."

It was tempting, but I was

happy where I was and couldn't go this hard with her asshole. Instead, I
reached under us and fingered her clit and lips as I kept thrusting into her,
and with a palmful of her juices I smeared my hand across her face as she let
out a wordless, "Ugh!" as I debased her.

"I told Ivy I loved

her," I grunted as I fucked her. She was starting to bounce her hips back
at me again.

"I know," she

gasped. "Fuck, the girl couldn't keep that silly grin down for a moment.
You made her so fucking happy."

"Are you Okay with

it?" I asked.

"Fuck yes!" she

shouted, quivering under me as a roll of minor orgasm shuddered through her.
"I; Yes, God yes. I'm Okay with it, Harri. Fuck! Did you tell Kyla,
too?"

"I'm not in love with

her yet," I grunted. "But I'm falling for her."

"Good," Erica

grunted. She reached back and softly pushed me off of her, and I fell back onto
my ass as she crawled on top of me and re-mounted my cock in cowgirl as she
looked down at me. I grabbed her big tits and thumbed her nipples as she
started riding me with hard, jerking hips. "The only way this works with
her is if you love her and she loves you. Anything less and she shouldn't be
getting your kids. What about Vanessa?"

"What about

Vanessa?" I asked, grabbing Erica's hips and roughly working her forwards
and backwards, encouraging her. We were both sweating hard now, our bodies
glistening from the fast-paced exertion.

"Did you tell her? It's

obvious you do," Erica said.

"Fuck, is it?" I

asked. "She doesn't want to be that way."

"She doesn't know what

she wants," Erica grunted. Then she pulled off my cock and reached over
into one of the little storage nooks built into the wall of the bedroom and
produced another bottle of lube. She took some and reached back, smearing it on
her asshole. "It's obvious she's in love with you too, maybe she just
doesn't realize that's what it is."

"I can't force the

issue," I said. "She specifically doesn't want that."

Erica got my cock into

position and then sat back on it, the head popping into her asshole after a
moment of tension.

"Fuck," I grunted.

"Ye-hess," Erica

moaned, her right eye twitching closed. She started to ride me almost
immediately, though she only took about half my cock into her ass. Once she had
a rhythm she leaned forward, fucking me with her hips, as she planted a massive
kiss on me. "Just tell her while you're inside her," Erica said.
"She'll come like she can't believe, and that'll prove it."

"I don't think that's

how it works," I said, panting as Erica worked me with her ass.

Erica shrugged, a little

smirk on her face that turned into a pleasured wince as she sat back farther,
taking me deeper into her.

She came a few minutes later,

leaning back away from me with her legs spread so I had an amazing view of her
cunt dripping her juices as her asshole clung to my cock and her tits wobbled
and bounced. Then she dismounted and grabbed her shirt to wipe me off, and soon
I was inside of her cunt again in missionary, fucking hard.

"Are you close,

babe?" she gasped.

I grunted my affirmative. I

had her tits bouncing beautifully from the angle with a pillow under her ass
and her thighs up around my waist.

"Fuck me full,

then," she said. "Fill my unprotected cunt."

"You sure?" I

asked. "Kyla didn't want a chance that a conception happened on a day like
this."

"Have I ever struck you

as superstitious?" Erica grunted. She grabbed me and pulled me down into
another searing kiss. "If anything," she whispered into my ear,
"I'd rather make something good out of a horrible day. And if this means I
get another shot at getting preggers with your firstborn before her, then I'll
take it. So breed me, motherfucker."

I couldn't help but laugh a

little. "I'm not a motherfucker until after you're a mother," I
pointed out.

She licked the sweat from my

face as she panted heavily. "Make me one then," she challenged me.

I roared as I came, my shout

pressing into her lips as we kissed hard and I unloaded in her, and she in turn
went into a shuddering orgasm of her own. My hips jerked over and over as I
pumped what felt like my fucking soul into her, I was so empty afterwards. I
could feel her nipples hard on my chest, and her wetness across my thighs and
groin.

"I; love you,” I panted

as we both came down.

"I; love; you too,"

she panted back.

We held each other as I

slowly softened inside her, and then we shifted to a dry spot on the bed and I
spooned up behind her, holding her tightly.

"I don't care that this

is all insane," Erica said quietly, reaching down to take my hand from her
stomach and folding our fingers together. She turned back to look at me over
her shoulder. "We weren't going to be able to wait long anyways to do
this. I love you, and I can't wait to be a Mom with you."

I kissed her cheek, then

grinned a little teasing look. "We're both gonna be Moms, huh?"

She rolled her eyes.

"You know what I mean."

"I do," I laughed,

and kissed her cheek again. "And I can't wait to be a Mom with you,
too."

She snorted a laugh.

 

Once Erica had peeled herself

away from me and I'd gone for another quick shower, I came back out to find
Vanessa waiting for me. She met me with a kiss and fondled my cock, and I was a
little shocked to feel it starting to respond to her. Soon she was on her knees
suckling and moaning until I was hard, and then she stood up and lifted the
back of her dress and I was inside her. We fucked like we did when she needed a
little something on one of her breaks during the day; quick and efficient. We'd
figured out enough of our buttons that we could get each other off in a way
where we both felt satisfied even if it wasn't some big event.

Though quick, in this instance,

was relative. I was four orgasms in after about a little over two hours, so
'quick' was still about twenty minutes. We ended up with me sitting on the
bench seat and her riding me as we made out. There was something about doing it
while she was still dressed that did it for me, and feeling close to her was
good. I came inside of her, and she closed her eyes and her body jerked a
little as she orgasmed at the feeling.

I thought about doing what

Erica had said, but still thought it would break the boundary Vanessa had set
up.

And then, after dismounting

me, Vanessa cleaned herself off of me with her mouth and went and got clothes
for me.

"I don't know if I can

fucking move," I chuckled. I'd barely gotten my ass off the bench to get
my shorts on.

"Oh, man up,"

Vanessa smirked, giving me a little slap on the side of my calf.

I looked around at the

disarray of the interior of the RV. There was a wet spot on the bench one space
over from me. There was a wet smear of lube on the kitchenette table. There were
puddles of water trailing from the bathroom to the bedroom. Discarded clothing
was all over. The sheets of the bed probably needed to be replaced and not just
washed. And the whole place stank of sex.

"Yeah, Okay, I take that

back," Vanessa said. She straddled my lap again like she had when she'd
been riding me and kissed me. "You're an absolute stud," she
whispered with a smile in between little kisses. "They should name a
racehorse after you. They should erect a monument to your sexual stamina."

I sighed deeply. "Vee, I

think you're dripping cum onto my shorts."

Vanessa raised her dress up

to her hips, revealing her bare cunt as my cum leaked out of her directly onto
my clothes. "Oops," she said, looking at me in embarrassment.

Once I had another new pair

of shorts on, and my flip-flops, Vanessa and I exited the RV and I blinked at
the late afternoon sun as it gleamed down at an angle on the compound.
"Fuck," I grunted. "Where did the day go?"

It seemed wild, but two hours

of emotional sex with four women in sequence made the entire rest of what had
happened that day feel like it had been a week ago.

Everyone else was already

outside, and I found myself blushing as they all turned at my first step down
from the RV and started applauding in a golf clap and catcalling. I just
laughed and waved them off. Soon I was getting hugs as we all started to feel
like we were safe and together. And not just from my girls; Leo and I embraced
and squeezed the shit out of each other. India and Aria, for all that we were basically
friendly acquaintances at best since they'd spent the last two weeks getting to
know Dani and Leo better while I'd been focused on Vanessa and Kyla, hugged me
as well. Dani went so far as to give me a peck on the lips, which surprised me,
but that silly little smile of hers and the extremely warm hug let me know it
was just her being comfortable with me in a way we'd been heading towards
already.

All in all, for the first

time in weeks none of the girls were dressed down in a partial bikini or anything
like that. Everyone was fully clothed; barring the fact that I knew Vanessa and
Kyla were both lacking underwear beneath their dresses. The past two weeks had
been hot even when it wasn't sunny and there had been lots of tanning going on
as the girls all got comfortable with each other. Topless tanning, I'd been
assured, wasn't going to actually happen despite the pictures I'd been sent in
the hospital. Everything else in the compound was mostly put back in place; the
barricade in the center of the 'yard' that Erica, Kyla and Dani had used had
been disassembled, and the chairs and cornhole boards spread out again.

Once we were all coming down

from the endorphin rush of being alive together I climbed back up onto the top
of the RV to take a look at the outside world, followed by Kyla and Vanessa.

Outside the compound, the big

white tents were still up but there were a lot fewer of the construction
workers milling around. I couldn't tell if the number of hazmat-suited National
Guard had changed, but there was a truck pulling away towards the driveway that
looked like it was full of workers while another one rumbled past coming the
other way. Almost as soon as it stopped, more workers were being loaded up into
the covered bed.

Vanessa took my hand as we

stood watching, her rough hands squeezing tight, and I slipped my other arm
around Kyla's waist and hugged her to me at the hip. She leaned into me a
little, and the three of us watched the proceedings. It looked like areas of
the site were already under quarantine, and National Guard soldiers were
walking the grounds and the fields scanning the terrain. Several of them were
planting little yellow flags which, in a criminal investigation, I would have
assumed were evidence markers. In this circumstance, I couldn't really guess
what they were for.

I ended up texting Miriam to

let her know the 'inoculation thing' was all up to date. I still felt weird
being open about the sex I was having, especially outside of our weird double
family thing going on. She sent back a thumbs up, and then let me know someone
would be over to speak to us. About ten minutes later a Hazmated National
Guardsman with a medic symbol on his shoulders and back started trudging over
to us from the direction of the tents.

"Hey folks," he

said, giving us a little wave as he got close. "Sounds like y'all need to
do some infection tests? I got orders that two people are at risk?"

"That'll be us," I

said. "How do we do the tests?"

"Well, the best we got

right now are blood tests, so I gotta come in to do the draws unless someone in
there knows what they're doing to keep everything sterile," he said.

"I can do it," Kyla

said.

"You sure?" he

asked.

Kyla sighed under her breath

even though her expression didn't change. "I'm sure."

The guy shrugged and took out

a couple of packets and tossed them up. We did it right there on top of the RV,
with Vanessa and I sitting on either side of Kyla as she tore open the packs
and used the little alcohol swabs to clean off her hands and spots on the
inside of our elbows.

"How did you learn to do

this?" Vanessa asked.

Kyla glanced at me, and I

knew the answer was something she wasn't ready to tell her. "I took a
couple of nursing courses through a college affiliate program while I was at
Uni," Kyla lied. "I figured I probably can't be a dancer forever, so
I might as well try out something more practical."

"I wish I could have

tried something like dance when I was a kid," Vanessa said, wincing a
little as Kyla stuck her with the needle after finding her vein. "With
older brothers and a Dad like mine, it wasn't ever really an option."

"I'd be happy to teach

you some stuff," Kyla offered. "Nothing crazy, just some basics, and
if you like it we could do more."

"Really?" Vanessa

asked. "I don't know, I feel like I'm not really the graceful type at this
point."

"Vee, just try it,"

I said, reaching around Kyla to put my hand on Vanessa's. "You know you
want to, and with the way the world is going, if it makes you happy then who
cares if you're graceful? Plus, I bet you could tapdance around any of us in
those steel-toes of yours."

That made her laugh, and soon

Kyla had the blood drawn and sealed into two vials. We didn't have any writing
tools to mark them, so she had to toss one down at a time to the guy and he
used his pen.

"Alrighty, I'll get

these over and tested ASAP," he said. "The Air Force lady said you
were top priority."

"That's the Colonel,

soldier," I said, frowning at the lack of respect the guy seemed to have.

"Yahep," he said,

turning and waving over his shoulder. "The LTC. I'll let her know."

It was Kyla's turn to

reassure me as I grimaced after the guy, and she did it by grabbing my chin and
pulling me into a soft kiss. "He's more civilian than soldier," she
said.

"Soldier enough to use a

proper rank," I grumbled, but my grimace broke as she kissed me softly
again. And then she glanced at Vanessa and I saw a distinct look between the
two of them. "What was that?"

"Nothing," they

said in unison.

All I could do was narrow my

eyes, which just made them both chuckle.

To be continued, Based on

a post by Break The Bar for Literotica

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