Delicious Aftermath

When my father suggested that Delanie (my stepsister) and I take a short trip, I was thinking Hawaii…not Mercury, Nevada! I’d never even heard about the place and couldn’t fathom what could possibly be waiting. Or who.

Resistant to going anywhere with my annoying and newly turned eighteen-year-old stepsister, I cringed at the thought. Knowing I was morbidly fascinated with anything atomic, he explained about the nuclear testing. That sold me right away. Since we lived nearby, I realized his double meaning of short trip.

I hissed at her, “Del, they advised no cameras.”

She whispered back, “He wanted to find a cool place to photograph so I told him about Survival Town.”

“Are you nuts? That’s probably still irradiated!”

“You said before there was a slim chance that it might be hot and I’ll tell you right now…he sure is!”

The words had barely left her mouth when a man entered the little store. Dimples sprang onto his face when the nearby military personnel took his case. Leaning toward her while I tried to see his eyes through his dark shades, I said, “They just confiscated his camera.”

I could tell by her secretive grin that she was privy to information unknown to me. Feasting on his lean strikingly handsome face and graceful movements as he wielded charm, I elbowed Del when he headed our way.

Tipping his head, he flashed a smile as he gave us a peek of a little silver square that I could only assume was a digital camera. In a low voice, he stepped toward us and said, “Ladies, you will be the beauty in this desolate place…yes?”

Said with such confidence, the words dared anyone to defy his statement. We both nodded as he tipped his head, “You may call me James.” I admired his slight accent, trying to place it as he asked our names.

She practically gushed, “I’m Del and she’s Leesha.”

He tipped his shades down to pin her with amused blue eyes, “Del…?” before they landed on me, “…Leesha?” With a deep rolling laugh, he nodded and said in a slight French accent, “You certainly are—Del…Leesha.”

He rested a hand on each of our lower backs, ushering us forward, “You must stay close to me and be ready. Do as I say…yes?”

We nodded. My curiosity got the best of me, “Are you from France?”

Dimples sprang onto his cheeks, “No, I was born in America but I travel extensively so I easily pick up accents. You may detect a guttural growl of the Deutsche if you listen closely.”

Intrigued, we blasted him with questions the entire trip over the barren landscape as the bus traveled along I-95. He finally held up a finger, “When we stop, stick close to me.”

Del lowered her voice, “Drink only imported bottled water. Don’t take from the taps.”

His heated gaze watched her lips move before he said, “It’s no…del…leesha?”

I grinned, blatantly offering different nectar, “It’s not as safe or as tasty as us.”

Del’s jaw dropped but I shot her a meaningful look. After all, her mother and my father had always wanted us to become closer. Opportunity was bursting around us just like the bombs of old. Heat exploded into James’ eyes, widening my grin as I asked something nonsensical. I just wanted to hear that blend of accents which set my blood on fire.

Seeing an adventurous thrill rise in Del’s eyes, I nodded. We listened to his smooth accent convey his explorations, drawing us into a world we’d never see. From his rich descriptions, I could almost feel the ocean breeze and see moonlight over the waves. After a few stops, they let us out to look around. He ushered Del in front and I followed behind.

As I was navigating the steps, surprise made me stumble when his hand reached back and towards me. He stopped quickly, causing me to slam into his back. Turning, he loudly said, “Oh Leesha, a twisted ankle…yes?”

Swiftly catching on, I hissed and went down on my knees. He waved everyone ahead, charming the security guard with a ready reply. After they wandered off, he made a motion in the air with his finger and whispered, “Follow me.”

Within Survival Town, we spotted a relevantly sturdy structure and ran toward it. As if we’d taken a time machine, the place was a throwback to a different mind frame. After taking a few photos and knowing we didn’t have much time, he crooked a finger at us, “Let’s find a cozy place.”

Having spotted a dugout in the back, I offered, “There’s a bomb shelter. Come on.”

We scrambled out the back door, seeing the scratched metal reinforced shelter door immediately. Surprisingly, the door easily opened and the inside was packed with all sorts of goodies.

He cocked an eyebrow over a sexy lopsided grin, motioning toward the neat military style bunks, “Let’s push these two together.”

Stretching out on the bed, he grinned wider, “Who’s hungry?”

Both of us tried to kiss him at once. Del won so I bit his neck. I’ve always loved using my teeth and being bitten so I was thrilled when he groaned at my roughness. Del proved she didn’t mind roughness either when he slapped her ass. Clothing flew in different directions, littering the floor around us.

I’d had doubts he could handle us both but he proved worthy when he pinned us both to the bunks, making my back arch when he bit my nipple while Del gasped and cursed. I was busy plunging my fingers into his hair as his slid inside to finger fuck me.

His wet fingers slid out before he slapped my pussy as he breathed over my nipple, “I want you ladies nipple to nipple, embracing so I can tongue you both at once.”

The mere thought made my breath hitch as we did as told. With our legs entwined, he stretched them wide and tilted his head for a taste. Using fingers and tongue, he probed my slit before his tongue skated away. My throaty screech joined Del’s when his hot tongue slid between us to fire both our clits. His hands pressed our asses together, assuring we didn’t separate.

Each movement we made rubbed my nipples against hers, vibrating a delicious sensation to join his fingers and tongue. He worked us both at once, fucking and tugging our taints until we couldn’t remain still. Del twisted my nipples as her mouth slammed onto mine so I offered her the same treatment.

We gasped, breaking the kiss when his shaft slid between us. Both our clits flanked his cock but there was something rough about it. When he slid it back and forth, he growled, “Enjoy that jeweled cock, Del…Leesha.”

Enjoy was too weak of a term. We worshiped it, rubbing against every long stroke until both of us were gaping and grabbing blindly at each other. Seeing our open mouths, he grinned and pumped harder. We wailed as both of us jerked in climax. Seeing his slickened cock when he slid it out, I’d never wanted to suck a man so bad in my life.

I zoned in on his cock, sinking him into my throat, and moaned around him when a mouth latched onto my nipple. At Del’s close hiss, I realized it was hers. My staccato moan filled the closed space, bouncing off the walls and echoing around us. He slapped her ass hard, causing her screech to override it.

In a tangle of arms and legs, we mercilessly bit and teased each other. He suddenly pulled me off him, giving me a close view of the embedded beads and cock ring before pushing us together once again. With our nipples rubbing, he proceeded to drive us into moans by fucking with fingers and cock alike. Rubbing himself through our taints, he lowered his head between us to bite at our breasts.

I clawed at his back, pulled Del’s hair, and whimpered when his stubble and mustache repeatedly fired my nipples. He suddenly rose up, surprising us when the flash of his digital camera lit the small space. Realizing we’d be immortalized on film, I eagerly nibbled at Del’s lower lip while she sucked at my upper one.

Tugging ruthlessly at nipples, we ground against him and each other. With a guttural growl, the camera dropped to the bunk beside us before he slapped my ass. He suddenly went from pistoning inside our pussies to nudging my asshole. Spreading my legs wide, I whimpered, “Oh, yeah…tear me up!”

As he smoothly entered, Del’s fingers thrust inside my pussy. I did the same for her, wiggling my fingers and twisting my wrist to drive her into a restless squirm. The sheer pleasure from her fingers tapping me deep inside along with a wicked sense of naughty violation had my ass clenching around his thick cock.

His beads and piercings dragged across every G-spot inside my ass, making me squeak and gasp. Del bit my nipple hard, sending my mind crashing as he drove me up the bed with a mighty thrust. She gasped when I climaxed, working her fingers harder inside as I felt her pussy tighten around my own fingers.

I managed to work four fingers inside her, collapsed my hand and slid my fist deep within her. I didn’t stop until I sank up to her cervix before twisting my wrist. She howled, jerking in ecstasy while my ass spasmed around James. He growled, “Oh…shit…ladies!”

Speared on him, I felt his cock swell within my sensitive ass before it flexed repeatedly on his harsh groan. My back arched around his knee, pulling Del with me. With a dazed expression, she cursed and curled her hips with my fist still imbedded deep within her.

She gasped when I straightened my hand, weakly pumping inside her. He barked, “Freeze. Stay just like that.”

The flash of the camera caught her speared on my wrist while his cock still lavished my ass. Grinning within our pose, we jerked when a pounding on the door sounded. His eyes widened before he hissed, “It’s locked but get dressed…fast.”

In a flurry of adrenaline, we retrieved our clothing. I grabbed a bottle of water, soaking the blanket before we hastily cleaned ourselves. I’d never washed myself down and dressed so fast in my life. All the while, a commanding bark outside the door demanded we open up. Knowing military personnel were on the other side, he pulled us to him and kissed each of us hard before hiding his camera in his shoe.

When we opened the door, he put a hand to his chest, “Thank heavens you found us. We got lost.”

The man and woman dressed in crisp military apparel weren’t swayed. Pursing his lips and looking down a hawkish nose, the man barked, “On the bus…now!”

We scrambled passed them but not before I caught the female’s curled lip and knowing expression. Completely coordinated, they marched behind us all the way to the bus. James’ lips twitched, proving he was trying to keep a smile at bay. Del almost giggled but the military man’s piercing gaze quickly shut her up.

The bus started moving but, when we approached the gate, the male counterpart of the military couple barked, “In the pen.”

My eyes widened as they flew to James while hissing, “Did he say…?”

Without answering, James pulled us from the seats and along the aisle. They placed us in a holding pen, slamming the door before signaling for the bus to leave. Del shrieked, “You can’t just leave us here.”

The woman called, “But we’re not. We’ll be guarding you. You’re destination is now the county jail.”

James smirked and shook his head. He brought out the camera, pulling a finger to his lips. Figuring we might as well have a little fun while we were trapped, we flashed skin and stretched along the walls in poses. Having disabled the flash, he signaled for us to cower in a patch of sunlight while shadows danced around us.

When the rattle of the door sounded, he swiftly hid the camera again. This time our transportation was the back of an army vehicle. Keeping our voices hushed, he kept our minds off our troubles with more tails of adventures. Del looked smitten, asking if we’d ever see him again.

He nodded, pulling out a business car that sported his e-mail address and whispered, “I’ll send you photos. Send me your information when you get home.” When neither of us said anything, he cocked an eyebrow at me, “Yes?”

I nodded as we came to a stop at the cafeteria. They pulled the doors open, looking on in that neutral way all military personnel must be contracted to wear. We didn’t say anything about the jailhouse but, as we passed, the woman tilted her head, “You can send us photos too?”

Dimples flew into his cheeks as innocence crossed his face, “You like ocean scenes?”

Her eyes narrowed, causing him to offer, “Sailboats?”

The military man snapped, “Alright, Romeo. Inside.”

We swiftly obeyed him. I bit my lip to keep my giggle from bursting out but I could see Del’s shoulders shaking in silent laughter. After making it back to the convenient store, we wished him well on his journey. Hurrying home, I couldn’t wait to thank my father for the trip. When we arrived home, we both flew to my laptop.

Since we didn’t immediately separate and bicker, my father slowly stood and said, “Well, I was hopeful that it would be a peaceful aftermath but I never dreamed…”

We stared at him for a moment before Del said, “Oh, we’re the best of friends now.”

“Did you eat at the famed cafeteria?”

Having no idea what he was referring to, we played it off, “Oh…yeah. It was…”

Stumbling to a stop, unable to lie to my father, Del swiftly covered, “Del…leeshous. I mean delicious. It was…to die for.”

Stunned speechless at first, he thought she was joking due to the nature of our trip and burst out laughing. We didn’t correct him as he spun around to go find her mother. Quickly finding the site listed on the business card, we were mesmerized at the various locations.

Grinning, Del pointed to a sailboat where he was waving to someone on shore. Her mother came around the corner so I quickly hid the business card as she fired questions at us. When Del started stumbling over her words, I filled in for her. We not only discovered peace in the aftermath of James but realized vivid imaginations as we embellished the truth.

Her mother couldn’t wait to try the delicious food at the cafeteria or stand by the deep brown crater left by the payload. Awestruck and dreamy at the memory, Del blurted out, “It was all bumpy. The thick tower with ridges…that ball on the end… the fist—I mean first—!”

I elbowed her into silence, stifling my giggles, “Bumpy ride…the bridge must’ve blown first.”

Luckily, her mother dropped the questions in order to discuss a trip of their own. Del breathed a sigh of relief while I bit my lip to keep from screeching with laughter. True to his word, James sent photos along with a thank you e-mail. Del’s favorite new phrase at the dinner table ever since is, “Deleesh, Mom…yes?”

~~ The End ~~