It was a long time coming, but we knew before it happened. Exactly what happened was a mystery, but we survived and now travel the roads together, us two brothers, the last remainders of the Helvan family. America was once a great place, but now burned to a crisp, our only choice was to travel the lands and hope to find a refuge.
What exactly destroyed America, we weren't yet sure of. But we knew either way that we would be done for if we stopped moving for more than two days at a time. We carried heavy knapsacks everywhere, full of food and water, one extra set of dry clothes, a lighter, and other survival-based tools we picked up from looting houses.
Nobody believed the terroristic threats received except for us, and we prepared long before it could overthrow us. It used to be five of us boys walking together, but the other three . . . one couldn't handle it and offed himself. The other two risked their lives for our safety.
Damien is my younger brother. He has a head full of thick brown hair and bright blue eyes. Every time he looks at me, especially when the summer sun blazes behind his head, I feel as though his eyes show that he's dying. All we have is each other and we each have to survive.
Almost all of the others in America are dead or gone. We had a head start on scouring through houses and building up our stocks. Our plan was to get to one edge of the country and decide where to go from there. As far as we knew, the rest of the world was still intact, and we may be able to receive help from another country. Risky plan, but we had no choice.
"Damien," I mutter, shaking my nineteen year-old brother awake. "Come on. We have to get a move on."
"Just a few more minutes, Jackson. We can spare it."
"Not today. Let's go."
"I don't want to."
Every morning it was a new fight with him, but we had to get moving. I gripped the blanket over him and pulled it back, revealing his still-toned body, only covered by gray boxers. We were two straight brothers, who, at least as far as I can say, never considered anything outside of fucking a hot pussy. But even as a guy, I could say and see that any girl, or gay guy, would drool over my brother.
Damien tensed up as the woolly fabric left his body, and, as we brothers would normally do to get each other moving, I grabbed his crotch through his boxers and gave a good squeeze, causing him to jump off of the mattress.
"Shit! Fuck, I'm up, okay! Okay?"
"Get dressed, twiggy. We don't have time to spare."
He threw on a black tank top that defined his muscles, similar to the one I wore. Blue jeans and tank tops for now, until the weather turns colder in a few months.
"Well, where are we going anyways?" Damien asked, trying to stay ahead of the game.
"We'll decide as we go. Come on."
We threw our knapsacks over our backs and climbed out the front window of the one-story house we broke into last night. After being at this for a couple months, I thought he would have picked up on our pattern, but so far, he's either playing dumb or really doesn't get it. Good thing one of us was born as a leader-type.
We walked steadily for the next five or six hours until we were about two towns over from where we started. The sun was high in the sky as we walked, and finally we came along a long row of row-homes. It looked like only a few were scavenged, so we picked the first house on our right that wasn't. Damien took quick hold of his machete as I grabbed out my pistol and aimed toward the door. Kicking it open, we made our way in.
Smelling strongly of smoke, we figured quickly that nobody was here, and so we took to looking through the house. The kitchen was still stocked with canned foods, and Damien's pack was emptier than mine so we stuffed them inside. He took a lighter and pack of matches found in one cupboard, and then we moved to look through the second-floor bedrooms. I took the first door on my left, and he on the right.
I walked inside what would have been a teenage boy's room, from the look of the nude and nearly-nude girls posted up around his wall. It had been some time since I last saw a hot chick, so I wasn't surprised when I felt a soft stirring inside of my jeans. The girls were big-breasted with long waves of blonde hair, and I could imagine pinning one down and fucking her brains out.
"Yo!", Damien called, coming over. "Find any- damn," he mumbled quietly, looking around the room at the playboy posters. "What I wouldn't give to-"
"I know. Same," I muttered in return. "Go check out the rest of the rooms, Damien. I'm gonna see if this boy kept anything else in here."
"Okay," Damien replied, walking out of the room, but his head turning to look at the posters until he absolutely couldn't see them anymore.
When he was gone from the room, I quietly closed the door and sat on the bed. My member was throbbing because of how long it had been since I'd even stroked it. I needed a minute alone, and I would give Damien that moment, too, if he needed it.
I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my throbbing cock, standing erect at almost ten inches. My fingertips were chilly until I stroked my hard member for a few minutes. I could imagine the titties on those girls bouncing as my cock rammed inside of them. I leaned back on the bed and closed my eyes, stroking my cock to these bad thoughts.
