Vault Ch 06

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Day 132:

After we ate breakfast, we went back to our chores. I made sure all the computer stuff was working well. Lily and Grace were working in the garden. When I finished my job, I went to help them. I moved some things and organized the tools. We don't have to grow a ton of food because there aren't many of us. When we finished, it was almost lunchtime.

Then I went to the kitchen to meet Mom. The aroma of the food she was preparing filled the air. I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the days before the apocalypse. I missed our time together, the laughter, and the shared moments. I quietly approached Mom from behind while she was cooking. I took a big breath and gave her a big hug from behind to make her feel better.

"Mom," I said softly, giving her a little kiss on the cheek. "How are you doing?"

At first, Mom was a little scared, but when she saw it was me, she smiled and let me hug her even tighter by leaning back. "Oh, sweetheart, you scared me," she chuckled. "I'm doing okay, considering everything. How about you? Everything good?"

"Yeap, everything is perfect, just like you," I replied. Mom smiled warmly when I said that.

"It's moments like these that make everything feel a little easier to handle, don't you think?" she asked.

"Yes, it does," I replied softly.

"Can you keep hugging me like this for a bit longer?" Mom's voice was soft and sounded like she really wanted it. "I want to rest my head on your shoulder. It's been a while since you hugged me like this."

"Oh sure, Mom," I said softly, giving her an even tighter hug. "I've missed hugging you like this too." With her head resting on my shoulder, I enjoyed the quiet moment.

"Would it be okay if I sleep with you tonight?" I asked.

"If you want, you can keep your lonely mom company every night," she chuckled warmly.

I laughed when I heard her, and she asked, "What's funny?"

"I can only imagine what Lily would say if she heard that," I laughed.

"Lily always has naughty thoughts," she said with a smile.

"You're right," I smiled.

"Was it really that bad?" she asked.

"Actually, yeah. Imagine someone else in my shoes, and then think about what you just suggested," I said.

"Oh no. Now I get it," Mom replied, realizing her mistake. "Now you must think... I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be. It's just me," I reassured Mom. "Wow, have you been working out?" I asked, feeling her firm tummy beneath my fingertips.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better," she pouted, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

"No, really," I insisted, gently tracing the curves of her waist with my hands. "You've always been in shape, but now I can feel your strong muscles. It's like you've been sneaking off to the gym."

Her eyes widened in surprise, a slight smile forming on her lips. "Maybe I've been doing some secret workouts while everyone else is asleep," she teased, her playful side coming out again.

Emily appeared out of nowhere and said, "Why are you touching Mom like that?" Her tone was a mix of curiosity and mild concern.

"Like what?" I asked back.

"You know what I mean," she replied.

"He's just saying nice things about my workouts," Mom replied with a reassuring smile.

"You also should feel her tummy," I said. "I bet Mom will have a six-pack soon."

"Hehe," Mom giggled.

Emily hesitated for a moment, then cautiously reached out to touch Mom's stomach.

"So, what do you think, Emily?" Mom asked, curious about Emily's opinion.

"Mom, he's not telling the truth. He's just trying to make you feel good so he can touch you," Emily accused.

"I was just comforting Mom while she was cooking alone for all of us. What were you doing?" I retorted, defending my actions.

"Now you're trying to make me feel bad for not being able to help? It's not like I can do anything here to help her," Emily defended herself.

"Okay, okay, let's calm down now," Mom interjected, stepping in to diffuse the tension. "I can cook for all of us without any help. This is the only thing I can do here, so I don't want anyone to take it from me."

"And Emily, why are you always so paranoid? We're both adults here, and we know what we're doing," Mom continued, her voice firm. "If you have nothing to do, stop complaining when others work."

As Emily spoke, her voice sounded shaky, like she was about to cry. "Everyone has someone to talk to and have fun with here," she said, sounding kinda sad. Emily's eyes looked wet as if might cry. "I just wanted to be part of things like you two," she added, her voice faltering. "I didn't mean to complain. I saw you both happy, and I wanted that too."

Emily had tears in her eyes as she turned away, looking really sad. She left the kitchen without saying anything else, her shoulders drooping with all her feelings. You could hear her crying softly as she went away.

"Maybe you should hang out with her more," Mom suggested, sounding a bit worried. "She's been by herself a lot lately. Lily and Grace have you, but Emily..."

"You're right. I'll talk to her," I interrupted, feeling guilty for not noticing how Emily felt. "See you later tonight then."

"Okay," Mom said, smiling at me and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

I also gave Mom a quick kiss on the cheek and then left the kitchen. I felt like I really needed to find Emily and fix things. Oh, I forgot to tell you about Mom and how she looks! Well, she's really cool. I'll describe her quickly but don't worry, I won't make you guys jealous!

She's like those movie stars you see. I mean, seriously, she's drop-dead gorgeous. It's like she walked straight out of a classic Hollywood film.

She's 5 feet and 7 inches tall! She's got curves that are just impossible to ignore. I mean she gets the kind of measurements that could make a supermodel go green with envy. Her chest is about 37 inches around, her waist is around 27 inches, and her hips are around 36 inches. And her bust? 32DD.

But it's not just how she looks that makes you take notice. Her eyes are this mesmerizing shade of green like they're glowing with emerald light. And her lips? Oh man, they're so full and soft-looking. Her eyebrows are perfectly arched, and her nose is straight as an arrow. Literally, her face looks like it was crafted by a master artist.

I don't know if anyone still gets the details, but it's Hayley Atwell's description. Not exactly everything, but almost everything. Yeap, you could just google her instead of reading the description, lol.

I think I need to talk to Nicole first before I get stuck with Emily. Last night's plans with her got canceled because of Grace, and this morning I spent time with Lily. Since I'm spending the evening with Mom, I want to make sure I have some Netflix and chill time with Nicole.

Plus, I'm still horny. But should I have sex now with Nicole? I'm only thinking about Lily and how I'll take her virginity. It'll be hard to not picture her while having sex with Nicole now. How about a quickie? No talk, no fantasy, just sex.

"Hey," Nicole said, popping up out of nowhere. "What are you up to? I've been searching for you everywhere."

Without saying anything, I pin her up against the wall. We're in Emily and Grace's hallway. Our lips meet, and Nicole's supple breasts mash flat against my chest. I slip my hand under her skirt and pull down her panties. She was already wet down there. I spread her legs and went down to taste her. After a kiss on her inner thighs, I devoured her pussy.

She writhes in ecstasy as I bathe her labia and clit with my tongue. I really like the way she tastes. But now I'm curious about how Grace will taste. Fuck, fuck, Michael you're over thinking. Just think about only Nicole's pussy. If we weren't in the hallway, I would eat her out for hours. Her thighs tighten around my head, and her fingers dig into my hair. When her legs start shaking, I push a finger inside her pussy. She hunches forward and is about to cum, but I let her go.

It only takes me a second to fumble with my belt and push my slacks down. My cock springs out. Nicole gasped and whispered, "Grace could come here anytime. I was just with her."

"Doesn't that make it even more exciting?" I asked. "I'm going to fuck your brains out."

I hold one of her legs high in my hand to position her. There is a little resistance at first, but it gives way soon enough. With a single thrust, I bury myself all the way inside her. My hands grope her tits. The feral look in her eyes matches mine. Without a preamble or warning, I start to hammer her pussy.

"I want you," she moaned loudly. "Fuck me hard."

"Is this hard enough?" I asked, fucking her harder.

"I'm gonna cum!" she wailed. Those words are music to my ears. She's begging me to fuck the shit out of her.

I feel her pussy spasming around me. Flooding with warmth. Her fingernails dig into my forearms. When I felt the contractions around my cock getting too much, I pulled out. She whimpered in disappointment.

"We'll cum together," I replied.

I flip her against the wall. Now she is facing the wall while arching her ass to give me better access. I lift her skirt up over her wide, round hips. I pause for a moment to take in the perfection of her ass. I spank her pussy softly to squirm her, then rub it to cool her. Then I reach between her legs and guide me back inside her.

Once again, she cried out as I thrust into her making her ass ripple. I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks. She arches her back even more to meet my thrusts. I reach around and cup her tits in my hands. I can feel her nipples through her bra and blouse.

I lift her blouse and bra over her tits. Her heavy breasts are putty in my hands. Releasing one of her breasts, I reach up and run my hand up the back of her neck and then into her hair. When I make a fist with her sandy blond locks between my fingers, her head jerks back, and I feel her hard squirming and spasming on my cock.

"I'm gonna cum!" she moaned.

"I'm also close. Just hold it for another second," I replied, releasing Nicole's other boob. I was just holding her hair. She puts her hands on the wall to take my heavy thrust while arching her back as high as she can. She was standing on her tip-toe. While I was grunting like a bull, she was screaming out of pleasure. We totally forget that we're having sex in the hallway.

"Cum in my pussy!" she screamed.

The two of us collapse, our hips still humping against each other as our simultaneous orgasms subside. I pulled Nicole close and kissed her while she was still milking my cock with her tight pussy. After unloading a gallon of cum inside her, my cock remains still nestled in the soft folds of her succulent pussy. I moved my hip, and my cock came out of her pussy, and a load of creampie ran down on the floor.

"I'll clean it," she said. Then I pull my pants up, her wetness still coating me. We both reek of sex. Suddenly, we heard footsteps.

As we quickly fixed our clothes, we heard footsteps coming closer. The closer it got, the faster our hearts pounded. Grace walked around the corner and stopped when she saw us together. She was looking surprised and curious.

"Um, hi," Grace said awkwardly, unsure what to make of what she just saw.

Nicole and I looked at each other nervously, hoping Grace wouldn't ask too many questions about what she had just stumbled upon.

"Hi, Grace," Nicole greeted, her tone attempting to sound casual despite the tension in the air.

"What are two doing here?" Grace asked.

"We were just... uh... catching up," I replied.

Grace's eyes narrowed slightly, betraying her suspicion. "Talking? In the hallway?" she questioned, her tone indicating that she wasn't entirely convinced by our explanation.

"What's that smell?" Grace wrinkled her nose as she approached, catching a whiff of the lingering scent in the hallway.

"It's probably just... uh... something from the kitchen," I replied. I shifted quickly to hide the cum puddle on the floor. "Yeah, the kitchen. You know how it gets sometimes, cooking up all sorts of... uh... smells."

Nicole, standing beside me, glanced at Grace with a forced smile. "Yeah, we were just... passing through, right?"

Grace raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying our flimsy excuse. "In the hallway? At this hour?"

I scratched the back of my neck nervously. "Well, you know, sometimes conversations just happen in hallways. It's a thing."

Nicole nodded vigorously. "Exactly! Hallway chats. It's like a bonding experience, right?"

Grace folded her arms, skepticism evident on her face. "Sure, if you say so. But next time, maybe have your bonding experience somewhere less... aromatic."

"And why are the two of you sweating and panting?" she asked. "Were you guys fighting?"

I chuckled nervously, feeling the pressure of Grace's questioning gaze. "No, no, no, no fighting. Just... uh... had to rush to the kitchen, you know, to check on something."

Nicole nodded in agreement. "Yeah, kitchen emergency. Happens all the time."

Grace's expression remained unconvinced. Her eyebrow arched higher. "Right. Well, next time you feel the need for a hallway chat, maybe take it to your rooms."

I nodded quickly. "Got it. Will do, sis."

Nicole chimed in with forced cheerfulness. "Absolutely! Thanks for the... uh... advice, Grace."

As Grace walked away, the tension in the hallway finally started to dissipate, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence between Nicole and me.

"That was close," Nicole said with a giggle. "But It was so fun."

I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Grace hadn't probed further. "Yeah, too close," I replied, chuckling along with Nicole. "Definitely an experience we don't want to repeat."

Nicole grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Agreed. But hey, at least we have a good memory now, right?"

"Yeah," I chuckled.

"Where were you going?" she asked, fixing her hair.

"I'm going to talk to Emily. I'll call you when I have some free time," I replied.

"Sure thing. You don't have to tell me, I'm always ready for you, honey," Nicole replied, kissing me.

"You can count on it," I replied.

With a nod, I turned to walk towards Emily's room. As I walked away, I couldn't help but smile at Nicole's playful affection. Memories, like these, made our time together in the bunker feel almost normal despite everything else being so strange.

Emily saw me waiting outside her room and opened the airlocked door for me. Once I stepped inside, she closed the door behind me.

"What are you doing?" I asked when I saw her sitting alone in her room.

"Whatever I want. It's not like you or anyone else cares about what I do," she replied, sounding a bit bitter.

"I'm sorry, Big sis," I said, feeling bad for not paying attention to her.

"I don't think that'll make me feel any better," she replied, still sounding upset.

She was sitting on her bed, reading a book. I climbed onto the bed and lay on her lap, looking up at her from under the pages.

"This trick won't work anymore," she told me.

"Why not?" I asked.

"You always do it when I get mad at you," she said.

"I can explain why I do it if you promise not to get mad," I said.

"I'm already mad at you," she said.

"I mean not about what I'm going to tell you," I said.

"Okay, I promise. You've been doing this for a long time. Must be a good reason behind this," Emily said.

"Okay," I started, "I do this because it's a way to remind you that despite disagreements or misunderstandings, I'm still here for you. It's like a silent apology, a way to say 'I'm sorry' without the words."

"I know this one. You said it before," Emily replied.

"Ohh, I already shared it with you," I said with a guilty face.

"You have to tell me why you started this technique," she demanded.

"What if the answer is a little vulgar and explicit?" I asked for permission.

"Then today is the perfect day to share this with me. I don't think you can make me more sad today," she replied.

"Okay, then I'll answer honestly, but don't hit me. I'm totally on your mercy here," I said dramatically.

"Just try me," she replied.

"I started this to look at your breasts..." I began, but she cut me off.

"You devil," she said, angry but also a bit embarrassed. She seemed unsure of how to react after hearing that.

"Hey, I was young, and you were the only safe option," I explained. "You can't blame me for that. I was always horny."

"Oh my god. Will you stop?" She said, trying to hide her face.

"I still don't get why you're so shy about this stuff when you're no longer a virgin," I said.

"Are you trying to kill me with embarrassment?" Her cheeks were bright red.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said, noticing her flushed cheeks. "But seriously, you don't have to be shy about it. We're both adults here."

"I changed my mind. You can leave," Emily was too embarrassed that she didn't even look at me.

"Don't you want to know what your horny little brother did with your stuff?" I teased.

"What stuff?" she asked.

"Did you ever notice your underwear were missing when we were younger?" I asked.

"It was you?" She was shocked. "Why did you steal my panties? Ohh, wait. Don't tell me. I think I can't swallow anymore."

"So you spit?" I teased.

"Mike, now you're pushing hard," she was serious.

"Sorry, sorry. I was thinking I could make it more intense. But you're feeling better now, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, and also dying of embarrassment," she replied.

"So you were wrong about my technique?" I said playfully.

"Yeap, it's still working. But I don't think it'll work next... Haha, I say that every time, don't I?" she giggled. "But why me? Were you attracted to me? You could do that gross stuff with Lily's panties. I think she would even give you her used ones if you asked her. You two are weirdly close."

"Will you judge us if we did that?" I asked.

"Not at all. I know both of you are naughty enough to do such a thing," Emily replied. "I think you two did a lot worse than just that."

"When did you stop caring about us?" I asked.

"When Mom and Dad let you two share a bed even after hitting puberty," she replied. "You know, one morning, I showed Mom how inappropriate you two were in bed."

"You rat on us?" I asked, shocked.

"You both were young, and I was your responsible big sister," she replied.

"What did you show her?" I asked.

"That Lily was sleeping with you wearing only underwear, and you were in your shorts. We both saw your morning wood that day," she covered her mouth realizing what she just shared.

I didn't want to make her more uncomfortable, so I continued, "So Mom was okay with it?"

"Yeah, I was shocked too. I thought I'd witness a spanking session after that, but instead, I got a spanking threat from Mom," she replied. "You two were looking like newlywed couples."

"I don't know why Lily did it, but she was really into wrestling. She did it without warning. She pinned me down and asked me to surrender, and then the wrestling started. That's why we both looked messy," I replied. "What did Mom say, though?"

"Leave you two alone and give some privacy," she replied. "I mean, what the heck. Two corny teenagers sharing a bed, and you want to punish me for letting you know. And on top of that they are siblings."

"That was in the summer. We were in our underwear because we messed up our pajamas," I said. "Now that I'm lying on your lap, do you want Mom to interrupt us?"

"No. We're just talking and having fun," Emily replied.

"I'm right under your huge breasts and looking at them. Still, you don't want to call Mom and complain?" I teased.

"My breasts aren't huge. Mom has huge breasts. And will you stop talking about my breasts?" she asked, annoyed.

"Yes, but I see them before I look at you," I replied.