Unprecedented Events

December, 2017

We pretty much skipped Thanksgiving. It was an awful reminder of our losses and everyone was solemn. It was cold, especially at night.

No one ventured a distance from the farms that would put us in danger of an attack without help. We would make the trek to the hot springs together. Anything close to the farm was done in groups of two or more.

"Hey, there's a storm coming." Jess was the first to alert.

"Yeah, I thought I heard thunder." Aunt Linda said, putting her hand over her eyes while looking back west to the horizon.

"It's a dark one this time. Look at the lightening. This one is going to be rough." Mama said as she started gathering up items around the cabin.

"Ok. Let's wait this on out in cellar two. Put the chickens and rabbits in cellar one, pack it up and let's go." I gave the orders.

This one was a boomer. We played cards and listened to the nonstop thunder above us. Strike after strike, roll after roll of thunder. The ice fell in chunks of way can only be called baseball sized pieces. They busted the outer wooden door to the cellar pretty bad.

After things quieted down, slept a few hours before we went out.

"Hahaha. Holy shit look at it! Looks like hogs rooted the entire place." I was laughing. There was nothing else to do but laugh.

"Well the fields are harrowed." Becky joined me.

The bracing of the cabin held. There was no roof but the walls held. It would only take a couple of days to re thatch it.

The ice was all over the ground in crystal clear chunks.

"There's no ash in it!" Mama exclaimed. "It looks like crystals. Huge crystals."

I don't know how it was possible for them to be solid chunks but, the changes in our weather, who knew what was possible anymore.

"Well with all of these fresh trees down, we need to put them to good use." Aunt Linda had an idea.

"Let's build a type of sauna house at the hot springs. We can build a fire inside and leave enough room for the smoke to go out of the top. That way we can bathe in the cold and warm our bodies and dry our clothes after we wash them." She said with excitement in her voice.

We tried fires by the pool but it was just so cold sometimes that we wouldn't bathe so things were miserable. The idea for the shelter at the pool was almost a frivolous idea but they jumped on it.

With Becky being 4 or 5 months pregnant, the walk would be a little much if she went every day. We came up with a plan. I would go to work on the heat house every day and one or two of the girls would come with me and help. They rotated who went and when Becky went, there were three of us. I put her on light duty.

The hot house was almost finished. Big enough for 6 to 8 people to sit in very comfortably and have room to place clothes around the fire for drying.

Today Aunt Linda went with me. Excitement beamed all over her face. As soon as we were out of ear shot of the camp:

"We are going to try it today aren't we! I mean, it's ready. I kinda lied to them when we said it would be another day." She was giddy.

It was her idea so I let her go with it.

"Yup 15 minutes of tidying up and it'll be ready for a fire. So what's the deal?" I wondered why she wanted to wait.

" I just want to spend some time with my nephew. Is that a crime?"

The wood was stacked and the finishing touches were done.

"Light a fire and see how it draws." She handed me a lighter and some cotton scraps.

It took a little longer to get the fire going than I thought but it finally lit and started warming the room nicely.

The fire pit worked great. We used a round metal tub to gather the smoke and funnel it into a piece of eight in culvert pipe to draw the smoke out of the top of the room. Clothes could be hung up on wires that were suspended barely above our heads. The heat from the pipe would dry them in no time.

"Aight it's goin. Hey where'd you go? Aunt Linda?"

"Out here. Come on get in. I said we were going to try it out. Might as well do it right!"

She was in the pool. Steam flowed off the water in billows so it gave a sense of privacy.

The water felt so good. I learned in history class that President Franklin D. Roosevelt came to the springs to soak in the hot springs because the heat and minerals in the water soothed the pain from his polio. It worked to soothe the pain for sure. My body ached from all of the work and lifting.

"I brought enough soap to wash our clothes and bathe, Rusty"

The steam coming off the waster hung over the area like a fog. It was thick close to the water and made it difficult to know exactly where she was. I stripped down and got in fast. The air was cold but the water quickly warmed me and soothed my muscles and joints.

"Aaahhhh". I sighed in relief as I settled in. It was nice to finally relax.

"There you are!" Aunt Linda appeared through the fog. Her hair was wet and slicked back.

She was beautiful. Most of the women in our family have high, but not over pronounced, cheek bones and have dark hair and tan complexions. I watched as she moved and rubbed soap all over her body. She lathered a rag and started with her face, moved slowly to her neck, stretched her arms and covered them. She paid close attention and left no patch of skin untouched.

I watched and was unaware of my own reactions.

"What are you you breathing so heavy for, Rusty?"

"Just tired. The heat took my breath. Yeah, I was cold and the heat got me." I stammered unconvincingly

I watched as she washed her legs; raising them out of the water and stretching them out and slowly covering them with the soapy rag inch by agonizing inch. She then ran the bar of soap through her hair to lather it up. Long hair, down to just the middle of her shoulder blades. She lathered her hair, piled it on her head and then soaped her rag up again. She moved the rag carefully over her body. She turned just to the side so I couldn't see her breasts but I could imagine what she was doing.

"Here ya go, bathe biggun." She tossed the bar of soap at me.

I couldn't speak. I just stared. I soaped my rag and began bathing. Scrubbing hard but watching her every move. She moved away, her form faded and barely visible in the fog. She stood and turned one leg to the side and I saw her move the rag down. She was slow and made sure she was clean.

My brain was in overdrive.

"Mmm, wash my back Rusty?"

I moved closer to her, she never looked back at me. She placed her rag on her shoulder and I took it. I moved the rag in slow, firm circles from the base of her neck to the outer edges of her shoulder blades and down to just at the tan line of her waist. She leaned her head forward. I placed my other hand on her shoulder at her neck and gripped firmly to steady her as I moved the rag over her. Almost subconsciously, I began to massage her neck and she moaned:

"Mmm that feels good."

Her voice. God her voice completely changed. It was almost husky. It was sultry and seductive. I rinsed the rag and began wringing the water on her back to rinse the water away when slowly she dipped into the water to rinse herself off. She stood back up and never faced me. She was offering herself to me and I accepted.

This was different. Her motions, slow and deliberate, ignited a different fire in me. I wrapped my arms around her, one going to her mound the other up to her breasts. She pressed back into me and leaned her head to one side. I kissed and sucked her neck, down to her shoulder. She wrapped one arm behind my head guiding me. Her breath was shallow and quick. Her nipples were hard and and I lightly rolled them between my fingers. Her areolas tightened and shrunk as I cupped her breasts. She was wet. I turned her to look at me and brought a finger to my mouth and sucked her juices from it.

"Mmm Aunt Linda you taste so good."

"Lets go in the hut, Rusty, it's warm in there." She gathered our clothes and led me in. They landed in a pile on the ground by the fire. She turned and looked at me with a burning look.

Our mouths met. We felt each other's bodies, caressing. I moved until her back was against the wall of the hut, squatted down on my knees and lifted her leg over my shoulder. I slowed my attack and stopped short, letting my breath move across her mound. She was almost gasping in anticipation. I turned my head into the crease of her thigh and kissed lightly. Barely touching her skin with my tongue. Moving lower across the top of her slit I lingered and lightly let my tongue dance but just for a moment.

"Mmm Aunt Linda you smell so good. I can't wait to taste you."

I worked slowly across to her other thigh and gently pulled her skin between my teeth causing her to gasp out loud. Lower and lower I worked. I paused and looked. She glistened. Her natural lubricant flowed and pooled at her lips. I moved my tongue deep between her legs and sucked her lip into my mouth, tasting her, inhaling her musk. Brushing my tongue across her clit, I sucked the other lip in and swirled my tongue around it.

She bucked and placed her hands on the back of my head and tried to force me. She was unable to over power me. As she arched to present herself to me fully, I flicked my tongue at her pucker and slowly flicked my tongue back and forth across her slit all the way until I found her nub.

She jerked involuntarily as I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled my tongue across it. My middle finger slid into her and I curved it slightly and moved back and forth, in and out. She tried to buck against my face but I wouldn't let her. I placed my other hand across her belly and pinned her tight to the wall. She begged for me. I stared back at her with no mercy while I feasted on her womanhood.

"Please...ah.. Oh God Rusty..ungh yess oh yess.. So good. Ungh. I'm cumming Rusty. Yes yess ohhh aahhhh. Ahh."

She shook violently. I held her to the wall of the hut for a moment, stood and looked her in her eyes. We kissed deeply, feeling each other, letting our tongues intertwine and dance.

She looked at me with her eyes wide as I thrust completely into her with one smooth, slow, but deliberate motion. Her back to the wall, her legs cradled over my arms. I began my relentless assault. She grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me until our foreheads met. She looked me straight in the eyes and breathed through her teeth.

Neither of us spoke another word. We didn't have to. I thrust over and over again, driving her into the wall and her look told me she wanted it all. Her head started to hang and she opened her mouth wide. Her body shook and she held her breath as another orgasm overtook her. I moved faster, feeling myself building, I couldn't stop. I exploded in her. Spasm after spasm sent my seed deep into her. I held her there and rested my head on her shoulder. I saw little beads of sweat on her neck. I kissed and tasted them.

She hugged me as I let her legs fall away. She lowered herself and looked up at me as she gently took me into her mouth and began sucking our juices off of me.

She came up to me and kissed my lips.

"That was wonderful, Rusty."

"Whew, Aunt Linda you are amazing." I said, catching my breath.

"Not too bad yourself, bud. And where did you learn to do that. I swear no one has ever eaten my pussy that good."

"Oh God..." I was almost embarrassed at how she talked.

"Well you were amazing, no need to be shy about now. Just promise me you do that again."

She pinched my butt and winked at me.

"Come on, we need to get cleaned up and put this fire out so we can get back." I felt awkward trying to avoid the topic.

We were met back at camp with a huge meal. Everyone was excited to go to the pool the next morning. Carts were packed with personal hygiene and laundry items. We would be busy and tired. The food was great. We ate and made plans the future. The future. I felt a sinking feeling.

"Aunt Linda, I need to talk to you, alone." The distress in my voice was obvious.

We walked away so no one else could hear.

"What's the matter, what wrong. This isn't some post sex regret where I get treated like a one night stand is it?"

"No, no, hell no! I just, well we, um. You know."

She kissed me and reassured me.

"It was amazing Rusty, what's wrong?"

"Well, I just, you know Becky, well..."

"Ahhhh, I see. What if I do?" She said unconcerned

My face ran pale.

"Yeah but, but"

"I guess Becky and I can share maternity clothes." She was smiling like a jack ass eating briars.

"Oh God, oh God, well I mean I will try to be a good dad." I felt like I was in trouble and I was almost to the point of hyperventilation.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Rusty, my tubes were tied a long time ago." She sounded just like Mom in her reassuring voice.

"It was fun watching you sweat though." She got me.

No one laughed. They all looked at me like they knew what I had to talk to her about but I think the seriousness and worry on my face kept them from making light of the situation.

Life was a grind. We had good moments but conversations, more often than not, turned to what must have happened in near by towns. We live in a county that has three cities and two unincorporated communities. We had friends and family that lived near by. Our own survival had forced us not to forget about them, but to focus on living.

It was time. The need for supplies and curiosity had gotten to us. All of the towns were within a half days walk. The closest town, we could make it to and from with daylight to spare. We made minor repairs and adjustments to our makeshift carts. Aunt Linda, Jess and Becky would stay behind.

Mama and I could move quickly if needed and we both are avid hunters and could be stealthy to evade trouble. We would set off an hour before daylight. This would give us time to leave an area we are secure in and be able to survey an unsecure area from a distance. We would both pull a cart and wear a backpack to carry anything we found.

"Welcome to Concord Georgia, Home of the pimiento pepper festival." The sign read in big writing.

We took cover in the wood line around where the city park once was. The dollar store was still in tact and would be a great source for supplies if there were any left. Bucks tack shop would be a good place for leather and tools to work it. Jenkins pharmacy, jackpot! Old man Jenkins was a cool guy. He had everything in his store. He had a variety of stuff; toilet paper, nuts, bolts, nails, a few clothes, hell it was a privately owned Walgreens.

We waited and watched. Listening, we barely whispered occasionally about any sounds or anything we saw. We grew antsy and talked about what we're going to look for.

The number one topic for a while has been salt. Who knew that salt could be so missed?

The Windows were busted out of the store fronts from the weather systems that came through. Access would be easy. Another hour passed and we hadn't moved but it was time. We left the carts in the edge of the woods and stalked to Jenkins first. I looked through the broken windows and surveyed things carefully. Shelves were not that empty. There was debris everywhere. No foot prints in the dust just animal prints. Some looked like dog prints.

I threw a rock inside from a corner to make noise and see if there would be a reaction. Nothing. It was dead quiet.

We brought the carts to the front of the store and climbed over the sill of a window. Carefully we moved through debris and started placing items in our packs. Canned goods such as beans, tuna, potatoes, Vienna sausages, canned ham, corn, mushrooms, pickles, and okra. You name it they had it. First aid items like, rubbing alcohol, bandages, splints, acetaminophen, ibuprofen, antibiotic ointments, peroxide, witch hazel, and iodine. I made my way to the prescription drug storage area and the cage was in tact. Nothing a crowbar or pick axe can't fix.

"Hey Mom, bring me something to pry on this cage." I said loud enough for her to hear and not cause too much disturbance.

"Will a spade shovel work?" She had it in her hands.

"Yup. Back up."

It was loud, very loud. The rollers squealed from not being moved in so long. The cage rattled and vibrated. If anyone or anything was near by, we were easily heard.

"Oh wow Mom. We have everything here. Penicillin, ampicillin, hydrocodone, oxycodone. Shit anything that ends in 'illin or codone', take it. Look there are some reference books too, we need them." I said with excitement in my voice.

"Did you hear that?" She put her hand over my mouth.

Growling.

"Shh. It's got to be a dog." She moved to get a view of the store room.

"DOGS! She yelled and swung the shovel in front of her.

Smack. There were four dogs. Apparently at one point they were pets but not anymore. They were hungry and thought we were food.

Snarling and circling we were being sized up. I had a broom handle she had a shovel. Our rifle and shotgun were propped on the counter at the corner of the entrance door and cage.

Nasty mange infested dogs. Two of them had scars that looked like chemical burns on their bodies. We moved slowly in circles while we were being analyzed for our weakness. I broke the broom handle over my knee to give me two sharp objects to stab with.

"RAHHHH!" Mama raised the shovel above her head and shouted at the top of her lungs.

They flinched in surprise and backed away.

Together we yelled at them and backed them down and was able to run them out of a window.

"Whew, I thought that black one got me." Her pants leg was torn but no skin was broken.

"Let's get out of here. We will bring everyone tomorrow and stock up." I was ready to head back.

Everyone was glad to see us. Well I think they were happier to see the supplies. We told everyone about the dogs.

"No one is alone. No one doesn't keep a weapon on them." I was serious.

We had a feast. The first food that wasn't pieced together out of necessity. Ham, instant mashed potatoes with butter flavor, black eyed peas, and spicy pickled okra. Oh and there was sweet tea. My God I missed sweet tea. We had sugar. You know the bad stuff. Pure white sugar and Luzianne tea bags. Two cups of sugar per gallon of tea. Boil the tea bags and pour the water over the sugar. Between the five of us we frank three gallons.

We were sitting by the fire that night, talking, when we heard it.

"What the hell?" Jess was the first to alert.

"Coyotes?" Becky hated them.

"Don't know, but it's more than four of em this time." I grabbed my rifle and stood up.

"They are close, Rusty." Mama was worried. She knew we were tracked back to our home.

"It's ok. We will light fires on the corners of the cabin so we can see. Everyone stays in. If you have to get up to pee ladies, take shotgun and a partner. BECKY, you're the one that has to pee every 5 minutes." I was picking but she didn't catch on.

"Well I'm sorry, I can't help it. The baby is pushing on me and I have to pee!" She was crying.

"Shit, agh. Beck I was messing with you please don't cry."

She smiled with tears in her eyes.

"I know I just can't quit crying. I cry all the damn time. I read one of the hunting magazines and cried. What the hell?"

"Haha, it's hormones baby. It will get worse before it gets better." Aunt Linda chuckled.

"Ok, shut up y'all". They are too close. Let's put everything inside and settle down." Mama wasn't concerned with anything else.

The night had been long and the sun was due to be peeking up in the next few minutes when we were all shaken by sounds of animals fighting outside.

"Are they killing each other?" Becky asked

"Shh shh keep quiet and let them." I said

"I can't see anything." Becky was scared

"They will go away." Mama reassured her.

They didn't go away. We could hear them outside the door sniffing at the cracks. Smelling our scent, they wouldn't leave. We were going to be ambushed if anyone opened the door.