Aftermath

This one was inspired by the Fallout video games and TV series on Amazon. Its a similar type of world but not the same, so please forgive if I deviate. I'm not sure where I'm going to take it or how many chapters it will be; that will be subject to your response, dear readers, as well as my own inspiration. Some places may share names with real places but that's where the similarity ends. The characters are completely fictional. All sexual contact is between people 18 or older. It will contain elements of incest and non-consensual sex as well as same-sex activity, and group interactions. Consider yourself warned.

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A month before it happened, few would have predicted that the conflict would turn into a full-scale, global nuclear war, with the accompanying devastation and collapse of society. 250 years later, very few of the survivors had any idea of what the world was like before the apocalypse. To be honest very few of the survivors even knew that there had been an apocalypse at all: they were concerned with surviving day to day, just as most of their forbearers had been. Clean water and food were among the most valuable commodities available and even those who had ready access to them knew better than to take their supplies for granted.

Of course there were those who did know the history of their world before the great conflagration that destroyed so much of the world. There were settlements whose location was isolated enough that they were safe from the immediate effects but almost no one was immune to collapse of laws and supply chains that followed. Places best able to cope were places that had a source of energy as well as agricultural infrastructure and low enough populations that their local industries could provide for them. And it helped that there was nothing of sufficient strategic value to warrant a missile or three.

There were also some structures that were built underground: super-bunkers built to withstand everything short of a direct hit, with their own stores and power supplies, and some type of agricultural supplement (hydroponic or conventional via sun lamps). These were mostly refuges of the pre-war wealthy or in some cases sponsored by governments or corporations.

One of these was originally owned by Krueger Industries, a multinational corporation that had interests in pharmaceuticals, robotics and large scale agriculture all over the globe. They had built a campus in Minnesota, northwest of Minneapolis, and in that campus, had built an underground bunker to house their corporate hierarchy (and whatever family members they could access) in the case of a global emergency. Unknown to most employees of the company, and even to most of those involved in the shelter "project", there was a higher than normal female to male ratio among the assignees, with an eye to population propagation, should the worst occur. When the bombs dropped, female occupants/employees from ages 18-45 were put into a pool of enforced breeders, and males were encouraged to breed with them, to keep up the population of the bunker and to diversify the gene pool as much as possible.

As time went on, the enforced breeding program in the shelter was discontinued, as more women rose to positions of power, but the indoctrination of the following generations of citizens included a heavy emphasis on producing children for the health and continuation of what was viewed as a colony that would eventually help reclaim the wider world for humanity. Sex, especially with breeding age females, was encouraged to this end and many of the old world societal structures revolving around monogamy and fidelity to a single partner were done away with. Homosexuality was not officially encouraged, as it didn't lead to procreation, but more of the stigma, that been fading since the early 21st century fell, as the prevailing attitude was that encouraging all sexual contact was beneficial to sustaining the population. Familial groups still existed but they revolved around the mothers being central figures in the family, because in many cases a woman could have children from several different men, depending on their preferences, compatibilities and general luck when timing came into play. Children in the shelter also took their mother's surname for that reason.

This was the world James Webster was born into in September of 2284. One of Jim' s ancestors, Tabitha Webster had been one of the engineers responsible for the design of the facility and deemed as desirable breeding stock for the perpetuation of the settlement, and thus put into the pool of "brood mothers" who were forced to bear children, quite often fathered by various senior executives, to ensure the continuation of their corporate legacy. She gave birth to three children before she was deemed "to old" and thus "high risk" for more pregnancies, and allowed to assume the role of chief engineer for the facility. Generations later, her descendent, was a young man, following in the family footsteps, as a junior technician in the engineering section, assigned to fresh water filtration and recovery.

As a young man, growing up in the shelter's community, he was still trying to figure out exactly where he fit into it as a 20 year old junior technician in the engineering section, when he was summoned by the intercom, while at his work station early one afternoon.

"James Webster, please to Engineering Chief Molano's office, please. James Webster, please to Engineering Chief Molano's office."

As he got up to answer the summons, one of his co-workers called out, "Sounds like Molano's horny: better get your dick hard for her, Jim." James flashed his workmates a quick grin as he straightened his overalls and started towards the area exit,

"Hey, Jimmy! Hold up a sec! I can fluff you so you're ready for the Old Lady if you like?" A smaller, olive complexioned young man offered with a shy smile. Michael Peltiro had been crushing on James for a while, and while nothing serious had developed, a friendship was blooming and they had got together a couple times after hours to "blow off some steam".

"I should be good Michael, but thanks for the offer." Jason waved off the offer and started down the corridor to the office of the Head of Engineering, wondering what the summons was about. As far as he knew, his performance had been decent in his role, not outstanding perhaps, but well above adequate. He hadn't had any complaints from any of his supervisors and he got along well with his peers in the engineering section. He knew Chief Molano of course; with a population of close to 4000 people in the settlement, everyone knew just about everyone, and the Webster family had a history in the Engineering Section, dating back to Tabitha, which meant that his mother and Chief Molano were very well acquainted.

When he arrived at her office, Chief Molano's assistant told him to go on in. "She's with Deputy Chief Sexton but said you were to join them as soon as you arrived."

He knocked and went into the office, closing the door behind him. He turned and saw the Chief, a coffee complexioned woman in her early 40s, with greying, shoulder length, dark hair, wide hips and strong shoulders, was reclined against a sofa. She was naked from the waist down, showing thick muscular thighs and small feet for a woman of her stature but other details were obscured by the blond haired head and light green bodysuit of the woman kneeling between her thighs. The Chief's hands were wrapped in the short blond hair of the woman in front of her and her neck was pitched back as she gasped in pleasure.

Knowing he was expected, James cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Chief, but you asked to see me?"

The Chief's eyes snapped into focus and she gazed at the young man in front of her. He was close to 6 feet tall, perhaps just under that mark, with short, straight, sandy hair, blue eyes and an average but seemingly fit build. His facial features were pleasing on a slightly round face. His eyes took in the scene in front of him, but he displayed no embarrassment or discomfort at the site of one woman pleasing another in front of him.

The Chief sat up slightly, and allowed her deputy to turn to the newcomer. "Thank you for responding so promptly Technician Webster. You know Deputy Chief Sexton." The blonde woman smiled and nodded briefly to James, her face slick from the Chief's secretions, as she lifted it from the dark haired woman's glistening pussy.

"Good afternoon, Technician."

"Good afternoon, Deputy Chief. Nice to see you, today." He was very well acquainted with the Deputy Chief, as she was the eldest daughter of her mother's older brother, in other words, his first cousin.

The older woman took control of the conversation. "Technician, you may be wondering why we asked you here." She paused to regard the young man and he nodded affirmatively. "You are not in trouble or anything. On the contrary, your performance has been very highly regarded, especially for someone as young and relatively inexperienced as you are." She paused again for a moment to let her statement sink in. "I have a mission for you, one that is rather sensitive but extremely important, not only to me but to the entire settlement."

At her statement he felt both excitement and apprehension. "May I ask what it is, Chief Engineer?"

Chief Molano studied the young man in front of her again, appraising him and searching for signs of an emotional response before speaking again. "I'm going to back things up a bit first. As you may be aware, we have had to increase maintenance outages in the water filtration systems over the past several years. Simply put, after over 250 years, we have exhausted many of our spare parts and our ability to manufacture new spares is limited. Last month, Deputy Sexton brought me data to suggest that we may be heading to a catastrophic failure of the system, which means part or possibly the entire shelter could run out of safe water to drink. We've been reviewing the data and I concur with her assessment that this failure could and probably occur within the next 2 years, possibly even sooner, depending on load and other issues."

James glanced from the Chief to his cousin who nodded soberly in agreement. He turned back to the Chief who continued.

"While this is dire, we have formulated a plan. Not far from here, in the pre-war town of Spruce Meadow, 20 miles west of here, there was a manufacturing plant that was owned by Hydrotech, a subsidiary of Krueger Industries, and they actually fabricated the water treatment plant we installed. We want to send you and a security detail, to this facility to obtain a list of parts we have assembled. While you are there, we also want you to assess the facility to see if it is possible to manufacture more spares there.

"We feel relatively certain there should be something there as Minneapolis was not a major target during the Great War, from the information we have gathered. We have sent a few exploratory missions outside in the past decade, with varying degrees of success, but to this point the CEO and senior leadership have determined that our people are safest staying within the bunker for now. In this instance however, the CEO and Security Chief Dawson think we are justified in sending you and three security personnel to the surface to obtain the parts we need."

She then nodded to her deputy, who had risen from her knees in front of her superior. Alyson Sexton's voice was slightly higher than the Chief's but equally as unemotional as she relayed her information. "We also have several other sites pinpointed from pre-war maps, as old water treatment plants, that may be sources of parts and material for us to scavenge. You should be able to investigate these sites on your way to Hydrotech or possibly on the way back. That is of secondary importance. Your primary mission is to get those parts and bring them to us, before our whole system fails." Her voice softened as she added, "I know this is a lot to take in but do you have any questions?"

James took a deep breath and considered what he had been told. "I take it I will be leaving right away? And how long will I be gone?" Both women nodded. The Chief responded,

"You'll have to do a security assessment, where they'll check your weapons familiarization, medical screen and some such, then they'll introduce you to your team but all that should only take a couple days. You're to report to Sec tomorrow at 07:30. Your departure is tentatively set for 5 days from now. We estimate you time on the surface should be 2-3 weeks, plus some possible quarantine and decontamination time when you return. A month from now, if all goes according to plan, this will all be a memory. Anything else?"

"You mentioned this was confidential. What can I tell my family and close friends?"

The Chief replied carefully and deliberately. "We'd prefer if you said nothing to anyone outside your family, just that you're being seconded to Sec for a couple weeks as a technical advisor on a project you can't talk about. Your Mother already knows about some of this: she was one of the engineers developing the response plan with Deputy Sexton. She doesn't know you're the one we chose to go. Be gentle with her: it may be a shock." She paused and looked at the young technician and could see the wheels turning.

The Chief let a slow smile creep onto her face and moved a hand down to play with her uncovered groin, her fingers sliding over the manicured tuft of dark hair and down to tease her entrance. "Now, when you entered, the Deputy was helping me relax a bit: its been a stressful couple weeks, and if you'd like to join us, I'd enjoy that very much. It would also give you something to respond to the busybodies who ask why you were summoned..."

He was surprised by the offer but not put off at all. James had never been in a three-some with two women before but was eager to join in; the facts that one was his older cousin and the other the head of engineering only adding to it. Incest was not generally held as taboo, especially among cousins, because of the limited gene pool in the shelter. Breeding between siblings was discouraged because of the higher risk factors but with that said, recreational sex was permitted. James, in his young but active sexual life had rarely been with any family members. He'd always been on good terms with her and thought Alyson was a beautiful and desirable woman, but he never felt the spark of a connection between them to pursue a deeper relationship. Now he was with both her and a woman who was superior in standing to both of them. Chief Molano was what would have been referred to as a MILF or cougar in pre-war terms, and was fantasized about by a variety of men and women. Gossip was always floating among the younger technicians about who was fucking or had fucked the Chief, but it was done quietly, so as not to bring any reprisals for indiscreet comments, not so much by the older woman (who was amused by them whenever she caught wind of them) but by her deputies, who would accept no disrespect of the accomplished senior engineer.

James knew his visit would likely fuel gossip but he didn't care. He smiled and replied, "Of course! It would be my pleasure. How would you like-"

The Chief cut him off. Hearing his affirmative response, she knew exactly what she wanted. "Get those clothes of and get down here beside me. I want to see Alyson suck that dick! Alyson you get naked too." She shifted on the couch as her deputy and the young technician obeyed her orders and quickly removed their work uniforms and underwear. As soon as he finished disrobing, James sat beside the Chief who pulled him into a kiss that was firm and intense, her tongue pushing past his lips and wrestling with his. One of her hands was in the small of his back, pulling him to her and the other went between his legs and wrapped around his hardening cock.

He grabbed the Chief's ample ass with both hands as the kiss continued. The Chief's hand stopped stroking him and he felt himself encapsulated as his cousin finished getting undressed and started sucking him as her superior had suggested. He gasped in the older woman's mouth before she took the hand that had been stroking him and pulled his face back to hers. He felt himself lost in the sensations of the Chief's hands and his cousin's mouth and mentally struggled to keep a grip on himself. He moved one of his hands from the Chief's ass and brought between her legs, finding the wetness there. He slid his index and middle finger along her slit before easing them into her. He plunged them back and forth, rubbing the nub at the top, as he pulled out, before sliding them back in.

After a couple minutes of these activities, the Chief spoke up, "Mr. Webster, I want you in me, now! Alyson, why don't you climb on his face while I ride his cock?"

The trio moved so that James was laying on the couch and Chief climbed over his hips and lowered herself down onto his erection. Once the Chief was in place. Alyson bent over and kissed James briefly before climbing over his head and lowering her wet pussy over his face. James brough one his hands onto Alyson's hip to steady them and then arched his neck to his tongue could flick the button hiding at the top of her folds. His other hand came around her thigh and started sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina as his tongue worked on her clit. Her hips started to gyrate as she felt the waves of pleasure radiate from her well-attended love button.

Chief Molano took a few moments to adjust to the feeling of the hard young cock in her pussy before she started to work herself up and down on it. As she sat facing her deputy, who was starting to get wound up in the storm caused by her cousin's eating of her, the older woman reached out to caress one of the younger woman's breasts. She gently grabbed it and fondled it, rubbing her thumb over the erect nipple. Her other hand reached down to tease her own clit as she slowly rode the cock of the young man under the two women.

He could feel the tell-tale building of pressure in deep in his balls, as his semen started to rouse for their journey outside the resting place. His hips move to match the Chief's as her gyrations picked up speed. She was rubbing her clit furiously and she leaned over to kiss her deputy, who was rising into her own orgasm, brought on by her cousin's oral skills. As his tongue worked on her clit, Alyson started to lose control, bucking furiously on James' mouth, her fluids almost gushing onto his face. She moaned into the Chief's mouth as the older woman kissed her and she reached out to pull the Chief closer just to have something or someone to hold on to.

"Chief, I'm close. I'm not gonna last..."

"Hold on, Mr. Webster! I'm almost there..." As she bounced on his cock, the Chief was furiously rubbing at her clit. Alyson gave a wail as her orgasm slammed into her, and she slumped, almost falling off James. Her cry seemed to flip a switch in Chief Molano, as she felt herself being swept away. "Now, James! Inside me! Do it!"

Hearing the Chief give him permission, he let himself go and in no time at all, felt the sweet release. He thrust his pelvis forward, grabbed her hips with both hands and fired surges of his sperm repeatedly into the Chief. As she felt his cum flooding into her, the Chief experienced another wave of her orgasm crash over her. Once they had all slowed and started to recover, the Chief, always in command, told them,

"Webster, clean up that mess you made in me. Alyson, you clean him up while he's looking after me." With that she reclined on the couch and closed her eyes. The cousins exchanged a glance and a grin, Alyson shrugging before she bent over her cousin's cock again and started licking up the residue from his fucking of the Chief. As his cousin tended to him, James leaned forward and started licking the cream pie from Chief Molano's well used pussy. The Chief gave a murmur of contentment and faded into a nap.