The Last Family on Earth

The Last Family on Earth

By Stephanie Gilbert

Copyright 2023 Stephanie Gilbert ©

All characters in this story are totally fictional and also over the age of eighteen

Authors Note. This may have been posted before under my old username Darkmind. It is part of a much longer story.

Chapter 1

We had seen out the pandemic, and it seemed to be over. The first variants, Delta and Omicron, gave way to others, but Sigma and Upsilon were much worse. Again, the cases had died down, until it had been a few years since the last positive. But then there was one, then two new deaths. You would have thought it would teach us some lessons, but it seemed to do the opposite and steel the populace against fear. But lurking away in the Russian population was the latest and most deadly of all mutations of the Corona Virus.

Omega infested babies under two and spread without killing the host for the next nine months. It was only then, that the children began to die. First, they mandated masks and the usual stay six feet apart. But no one knew who had it, as the old test showed nothing. During the following year, half the population contracted Omega without even knowing it. This mutation made the plague and AIDs look like a cold, as the bodies piled up in the streets.

My Dad, Marcus, had imposed strict isolation on our family. It was hard, with three sisters wanting to date and me, wanting to take the risk as well. But Dad ruled the house with an iron fist, and when the waves of death came, his precautions turned out to be a godsend. The preparations, out on his parent's farm, high in the hills, seemed like Noah's ark when he started, but now we feared travelling there, because we could be followed.

"The streets are becoming violent. We will need to move to the farm soon." Dad said, as the family gathered around our dining room table.

"Do we take anyone else?" Sally asked, worried about the few friends she had left.

"It takes nine months of isolation to find out if they have it, Sally. Have any of your friends been isolated for that long?" Dad asked, but we knew the answer, before she tried to think.

"No, no one thought it would be this bad." Sally said, her tears welling for the thousandth time.

"But Mom, we will be all alone," she said, dropping her face into her hands.

"We will have our family." Dad said, sternly, not letting his guard down yet.

"I don't even want to look at the projections anymore, it's too sad," I said.

"Me either, we just need to get to the farm and ride out the storm, then we can pick up the pieces, when it burns itself out." Dad said, trying to lift the family's spirits.

"There will be no one left to start again?" Tina asked, with little hope in her voice.

"There will be some that are naturally immune, or have isolated like us. It only takes a few to restart the human race. We will take the boat up the river to Jorden Falls. We can make a few trips back and forth to the river, to hump all the gear up to the compound." Dad said, pushing the conversation to the things we could control.

"If we head around the other side of the dam, anyone spotting us will think we are going up one of the tributaries on that side." I offered, after spending years on the lake.

"It's a good plan, it will use up some fuel, but the farm has plenty in the underground storage tanks." Dad pondered, scratching his stubble.

"When do we go?" Kate asked, lifting her face from her hands for the first time.

"If we go at dawn, there will be fewer people around. There is so much violence and looting at night, and I don't want to risk running into anyone." Dad said, and Mom looked at us sadly.

"What if we do meet someone?" I asked.

"We have the suits we brought and stay as far away from them as possible. Just don't let them pull your facemask off. The tanks should have enough air to get down there and well away from the dock. Don't tell anyone about our plan. You can send them a last goodbye message from the other side of the lake, before we are out of cell phone range." Dad outlined, his finger thumping the table with every point.

I helped Dad pack the car, checking on my sisters, as they packed away the last of their personal items and climbed into bed. The boat was Granddad's and would easily carry all our gear up the river, with its two powerful motors. It had already made almost a hundred trips with all the materials we needed to secure the compound. Now on her last voyage, she was taking our family to a safe haven, high in the mountains.

Once we were all in the car, Dad started the motor and opened the controller door, and we backed out onto the deserted streets. It was all going to plan until we got most of the belongings onto the boat. Someone noticed the car and came to investigate. "Where are you going?" He yelled, dragging a small girl by the arm.

"Across the lake," Dad answered, holding his hand out to stop his advance.

"Take us with you."

"It's not safe for you or us," Dad said as the man continued to advance.

"Get on the boat and start the motor Jordie," Dad said, still standing between the man and us.

"She is just a little girl. Please help us." He said, as he reached behind his back.

"Go. Go, Jordie." He yelled as the man lunged at Dad with a knife.

I idled up the motor and pulled a few feet from the dock. I turned my head to see Dad fighting off the attacker with his child standing a few feet behind, crying. "Jump, Dad!" I yelled.

He turned towards me with blood on his arm and his suit deflating before our eyes. He waved me away as the man dropped to his knees, realizing I was now too far away for either to leap.

"I'll find another way!" He yelled, as we motored out of sight. Mom tried to climb overboard, but Tina and Sally held her back. "Mom, we need you. Dad will have to quarantine for months when he makes it to the compound." Sally said, pushing off her suit.

"He will make it, Mom. He knows the mountains like the back of his hand." Kate said, holding on to Mom.

I crossed the lake just like we had planned. The girls messaged their friends, goodbye. I checked each phone to ensure they were not giving too much away and threw them into the water. A few minutes later, I got a message from Dad saying he only had a small cut on his arm. We all gathered around my phone and read as he urged us to keep going. I replied that we all loved him and would see him when he made it to the compound and promptly dropped my phone to the bottom of the lake with the others.

The winding tributaries that fed the lake, made the chance we could be followed very slim. I even crossed from one part of the river to another on a small overgrown washout that you would never think could take a boat this size. We made it to the spot, and I tied up to the log we used as a loading ramp, after Dad and I cut the tree down almost a year ago.

"Take what you can carry. The more you take up, the fewer trips we will need." I warned, as the track was very steep.

Mom took the lead, and the three girls followed. I had a gun in case we encountered a bear or wolf. But up until now, they had stayed well away from human contact. The funny thing is that soon they would have the run of the land as most of mankind would be gone forever.

We made it to the gate at the end of the climb, and once inside the fence, we headed for the door that was still well-sealed, just the way we had left it months ago. Mom looked tired and emotional, so I turned on the solar array and checked the batteries giving power for her to light up the house.

"Mom, can you get a meal started while the rest of us lug up another load?" I asked, getting a groan from my sisters.

We made two more trips that day, but with Mom too worried about Dad, not being of much help, and with Dad back in town, trying to make his way here, it seemed to take forever. I slept uneasily that night, the sounds of the forest keeping me awake, more than when we slept out here in the past.

I felt some movement on my bed and then a body crawling into the space under my arm. I smelt the strawberry shampoo as Tina's head rested gently on my chest. I don't know who needed that contact most; but, I was asleep within moments of her head hitting her new pillow.

I was awakened by more movement on my bed, as Tina extracted herself from me, in the early morning light. Her beautiful bottom flashed in my direction, as she rolled off the bed and went to the door. I wasn't complaining, as it would be the only naked body I might see for a very long time. I deposited the image in the spank bank for the next time I was alone.

I could smell breakfast cooking and soon followed my nose to find Mom at the stove and Kate and Sally putting out plates, as we eagerly awaited the fuel we would need. Fine fuel it was, as Mom's cooking was something to behold. Even canned meat and eggs, could be turned into something gourmet, in her talented hands.

"OK, two more trips should do it, then I'll take the boat downstream and walk back." Another groan from the girls, but they headed out in front of me, nonetheless.

"I'm going to take the boat away from the tree. I don't want anyone finding it moored there and following our track up to the compound." I said after we had the last load safely in the cellar.

"I'll come and keep you company," Tina said, putting some water into her daypack.

We started the boat and headed downriver to a small tributary of the mainstream. It was just deep enough now, but would be much deeper, later in the year, when we get heavier rainfalls. I tied the boat to a branch high in the trees, so it shouldn't be torn away by a rise in the water.

Tina led the way, and I followed her fine bottom, still picturing it naked like it was this morning. She didn't look back, but I swear she was swishing it more than usual. She stopped at the top of the next ridge, where we could see the river below. "It's beautiful here, not a bad place to be locked up."

"I think it's a lot better than being in town. It's going to be like the wild west within weeks." I agreed.

"Keep a lookout for bears." She said, moving a few feet off the path and dropping her pants to pee.

I tried to look away as I heard the distinct hissing from her direction. When she stood, I glanced at her and caught a glimpse of her sparsely covered mound before she covered it with her panties. I looked away again just in time to avoid her gaze. Her blond pussy hair and delicate cleft were packed away, safely, in my spank bank, for a later date.

"You know we will all be together for years. Just our family." She said as she led out over the rise.

"Yep."

"I wish I would have had sex before all this started. Then at least, I would know what it was like." She surprised me with her honesty.

"Do you think it would help? Knowing what you're missing, I mean."

"What's the song? Better to have loved and lost than never have loved before."

"I saw your bottom this morning."

"I know. You might need something to concentrate on in those special moments."

"Christ. All I have are my sisters and mother. This is going to be tough for everyone."

She went quiet, and I saw her wipe at her cheek a few times, so I sped up and turned her toward me. Her eyes were puffy, and she sniffed back more tears, as I pulled her body to mine. "We will make it through this, than you can have all the sex you like."

"Stop it!" She giggled, slapping my chest and marched on.

I followed her beautiful, swaying behind the rest of the way home. Locking the gate behind us, I switched on the electric fence and checked all the solar panels to ensure they were tracking the sun across the sky as Dad intended. The batteries were all charged from the day's sun, and there would be enough charge to keep the fence and all our refrigeration and lighting needs for weeks if we were careful.

I started seeding the garden plots, now that we were here to tend them. I was keeping a lookout for Dad, who should be here any time now. I noticed Mom looking out the kitchen window, probably worrying about the same thing. I did start to take notice of the girls around me now that no other distractions were around.

Mom was in her early forties. Her breasts were full and tapered to a point, like torpedoes. Now that she had stopped wearing bras at night, I saw more of them through her tee's. Her hips were the widest of the girls, but she shared a beautiful pear-shaped bottom with Sally, although a little bigger.

Tina had a bubble butt, higher and tighter than the others. Her breasts were smaller, rounder, and sat high on her chest. She was slender, with blond hair that extended to her eyebrows and pussy, although from what I saw, there was only a little above her slit.

Sally was a little bigger built, than Tina, with a more hourglass figure. Her hips and chest were bigger than her impossibly tiny waist. She would have been an incredible catch, had we lived a hundred years ago. She had bigger nipples, that would poke out of any shirt she wore without a bra, so I rarely saw her without one.

Kate was tall for a girl, just a few inches shorter than me. She had a long neck and pure blond hair, like Tina's, so I reasoned that her pussy matched. Her breasts were the smallest, but her areola were round and puffy, from what I saw, when I had barged in on her in the shower once. Her bottom was the smallest as well. She was built like a ballet dancer but had two left feet when she tried dance classes.

I had to jerk off in the shower each night. Because without anyone to see them, my sisters and mother had resorted to putting on less clothing, especially undergarments. It didn't take long for me to get a glimpse of pussy here or a nice bottom there. Tina was the worst culprit, deliberately showing off her incredible body to me. Every time it happened, I would jerk out a load and then continue stroking until my second load spurted into the toilet bowl.

I had time to contemplate all these things because I was literally watching the grass grow. Each day, the vegetables shot up from the ground, spreading their leaves and soaking up the sun. The only distraction other than the women inside the compound was watching the path for Dad's return, something I saw Mom doing, more often than not.

I was watering the new beans when I heard a shriek from the kitchen and looked to the path to see Dad struggling up the steep incline with a backpack weighing him down. I ran to the gate beating Mom by seconds. I was about to turn off the electric fence when Dad stopped ten feet from us.

"Don't!" He said, holding up his hand.

"But, Dad," I said, my hand already on the switch.

"I need to quarantine. Come over to the glass panel." He said, waving to the left where we had put in a few glass panels that were already here from Granddad's time.

"Marcus, that's ten months." Mom sighed, plastered to the glass.

"It's nine months and one week," Dad said, considering the time spent walking the mountains.

"I'm coming out there too," she said, turning towards the gate.

"Then I'll leave now." He said, picking up his backpack and heading away from the fence.

"No!" Mom screamed, dropping to her knees, as the girls came running toward the glass.

"Daddy," Tina cried as she hugged the glass panel.

"Hi, babies. I'm stuck out here until I'm safe. But I can impart as much knowledge as I can while I wait. Jordie, I need some shelter. Can you throw over some timber and a few pieces of corrugated iron." he said, looking at Mom sadly.

"Is your arm alright?" Mom asked from as close to him as she could get.

"Just a scratch. The guy had a rash on his neck, and so did the little girl."

"It could be from not washing," Mom said hopefully.

"Could be, but we are not taking any risks. I'm sure looking forward to a home-cooked meal," bringing a smile to Mom's face.

"I'll be right back with something."

I started throwing lengths of light timber over the fence, and Dad soon had a basic frame fashioned that stuck out from the glass panel about six feet with a sloping roof. He used iron on the top and sides, making it animal-proof. I dragged a single bed frame and a mattress to the fence then, with Tina and Sally's help, we heaved it over the wall.

"May as well be comfortable," I said, as he chocked up one edge of the frame with a block, to level it.

It was getting dark as Mom came out of the kitchen with a plate stacked with food. The smile on Dad's face couldn't have been wider as he stuffed fork after fork of the meal into his face. I ran an extension cord, poked it under the wall, and handed over a lantern and charger.

"Only stuff you can do without, son. Once it's over here, it can never go back." He said, holding the hammer I passed over earlier.

"I'll get you a gun."

"I have Dad's old revolver. That will keep away the wolves and bears. I have a box of bullets in the locker under our bed if I need it."

"Back inside, you lot. I want some alone time with my wife."

I returned to the house, leaving my coat over Mom's shoulders, as the mountain air cooled off. Hours later, a shivering mom came back inside, but her mood was still somber. The routine returned, with the addition of feeding Dad, although he was fending for himself more and more each day. He went to the river and caught fish that he cooked over the fire. He trapped rabbits that were in abundance here in the mountains but could share nothing, as anything he touched could carry the virus. It's a shame because I would kill for fresh fish.

Months passed with little word from the outside world. Most radio stations had stopped broadcasting, and the few that remained, were all doom and gloom, as they stopped counting the dead in thousands and started reporting them in millions; I feared it would soon be billions.

It was coming up to nine months, and Mom's mood seemed to brighten daily. She spent her time on chores or sitting in her chair next to Dad's glass wall, discussing the future for the two of them. On a day when she was mainly in the house, Dad waved me over to the glass.

"This will go south very quickly if you are not strong for me," Dad said as he pressed his forehead against the glass.

My heart sank, and I hoped against hope that he was talking about anything except what I feared. But he pulled his collar to the side, showing me the rash that was forming blisters while I watched. He knew all along that this was coming and had steeled himself to the prospect, but Mom was going to implode. "Fuck! I can't do this without you." I said, placing my hand against his on the glass.

"You fucking can, and you fucking will! My whole family is in there safe. I spent a lifetime getting you grown and safely here. If you falter, you will condemn each of those girls to this fate." He said, pointing to his neck.

I couldn't hold back the tears, and they soon flowed unabated. I heard a crash behind me, and Mom ran toward the gate as dad's plate was still rolling on the path. I crossed the garden and cut her off just before she reached the switch. I picked her up by the waist as she slapped and kicked at me, but I had her feet off the ground.

"No. Nooooo!" she screamed and scratched at my arm.

"If you want to go out there, we all go!" I shouted, but Mom was still fighting me.

I drew back and slapped her hard, leaving her bewildered and shocked. She pulled her hand back, but I beat her to it and slapped her again, making her crumble to the grass. "I'm still your mother."

"Not if you risk killing my family," I said as the three girls looked on in horror.

Mom stood shakily, looking at Dad and the girls before setting her jaw. "I want out."

"I don't give a fuck what you want. If we are going to make it, we will need us all. Doing this without Dad will be hard enough, but without you, the first time one of us gets sick, we are fucked."