In the wasteland, many things are unknown. It's never certain when you'll get your next meal, if you're about to be raided and slaughtered, if you'll ever have sex again before you die. Above all though, is what many people claim but no one can concrete as fact: What is beyond the walls. You see, most people live in large settlements, with massive walls to keep the bad things out. These communities do their best to provide for their citizens, but with the threats outside, supplies are hard to come by. Sending out men willing to do this job of gathering supplies is a choice that leaders despise making (most of them anyway). They are attacked while they sleep, robbed when returning with fuel or food...and that's only those who come back. It seems that the driving reason for the outside wasteland being so unknown, is that not many who see what's out there end up returning. And if they do, they don't have the time to talk about it before they're sent back out again.
Of course, I wouldn't be telling this story if that were never going to change, would I? Would I? Well, this story is one about a man, an average settler like most, who takes the daunting task of becoming a gatherer. Why don't we see if the luck of at least one wastelander might turn around, shall we? (And believe me when I say, luck has got everything to do with it)
------Chapter One-----
Take this man, Jesse Rasche. A fairly good looking, able-bodied man with black dusty hair and fair skin made tanner by the sun. He wore rags like everyone else, but his were especially clean, thanks to his job fixing and testing water valves (showers and spigots and the like). Now take his beautiful girlfriend, Hanora Rasche (Hanna for short). Beautiful girl, with light brown hair and a soft, kind voice. She was almost a spitting image of Natalie Portman. And she happened to be Jesse's sister.
I know, I know what you may be thinking, "incest is disgusting". Well, it's not. Anymore. You see, the human race developed an aversion to incest for one reason and one reason only: Deformity. The way deformities work is like this: There are dominant and recessive genes, and deformities are recessive. Therefore, if one person has a deformity gene, and one does not, they will not have a deformed child. If both have the same deformity gene, they will have a deformed child. Even if the child is not deformed though, it still carries the gene, which can be passed on later. Which is why, if the couple having the child are related, they are far more likely to have the same deformity gene and therefore have a deformed child. But in the wasteland, the subtle radiation all around has somehow destroyed these deformity genes, and after generations of this, incest has become fairly accepted, though not yet commonplace. After all, babies are babies, and they sure could do with a population booster.
Anyways, where was I? Right, the Rasches. You see, this romantic pairing of brother and sister had endured a lot over the years. They never knew their father, and their mother was taken for a sex slave by raiders when they were still fairly young. Perhaps it was this trauma that brought them so close together. When Hanora and Jesse were 18 & 20 years old (respectively), they first became partners. They both remember that night so well, curled up in the back end of an alley amongst the trash, after a long day of begging for scraps. They had received nothing but a mutated fruit resembling a lumpy purple banana, called a "pig fruit" after it's favorite consumer. It had a strange, nearly erotic musk to it, like the sweaty underside of a man's balls. This had secretly aroused Hanora, and her brother had let her eat the whole thing. Only the slimy wet peel was left, which she now played with, occasionally letting it drip into her mouth and moaning quietly in satisfaction as she swallowed.
Jesse watched her, his penis getting confusingly hard. They had already gone entirely through puberty without having sex with anyone, and it drove both of them crazy. Neither thought the other knew, but they loved to touch themselves when the other had seemingly fallen asleep. And as Jesse watched his beautiful sister catch a drop of smelly juice on her lip, he could no longer contain his lust. He lunged over and kissed her deeply, not hesitating to begin to work his tongue into her mouth. Hanora's eyes opened wide with shock. Was he trying to get the juices from her mouth, in regret of letting her have the whole fruit? But as their gazes met she knew exactly what he was thinking. They closed their eyes and embraced each other passionately in their bed of trash, pressing and sliding their lips together as their tongues invaded each others mouths.
Hanora could feel her brother's hard cock pressed against her crotch, and began moaning and grinding against it. Jesse couldn't believe his luck, and he reached around to grope her ass. The saliva in their mouths became intermixed, and slobbered around their lips. No longer satisfied with only kissing, Hanora reached down to feel her brother's cock in her hand. It throbbed at this, and taking it as a signal, Hanora instinctively began removing her clothes as Jesse pulled off his shirt. He took a moment to look upon her beautiful full breasts, before moving to suck on her neck. She moaned louder as she took his long hard dick out of his pants and felt it press her warm bare vagina (her panties had been ruined last week, so she was left without any undergarments whatsoever). She began to get so wet that it leaked onto his shaft. Jesse rubbed against her, prodding her pussy lips and leaning back to look at her, seeing if she was ready.
"Wait." she said.
"What is it?"
"We don't have protection."
"Shit."
He thought for a moment.
