"You bet. Use a tourniquet if you have to. But remember to release it every hour for a few minutes," Allan said before kicking out the side window and climbing out of the wreckage.
Outside the chopper, it looked like a bomb site. Allan couldn't even recognise his shiny aircraft from before. Looking around to get his bearings before heading uphill towards the summit, they passed over, a few moments before the crash.
Angela pushed the big black dildo in another few inches, getting the incredible fullness she liked so much. Then with some effort began fucking her ass with the huge cock. Rebecca slowed her stroke to savour the feelings while Dean's mind reeled at the sensations and the view before him. He hadn't meant to peep at his mom, but her door was open a crack, and he was struck by her beauty.
He reached back with his hand and found his sister's leg with her hands busy; he could trace his fingers higher to the edge of her panties. This was the forbidden barrier, but one she had crossed so easily. He inched higher to the waistband, tucked his fingers in, and slid them lower.
He was expecting protests, but he only got hot breath on his neck. He felt for pussy hair but only found a bare mound. Extending two fingers, he slipped them between her lips, finding her wetness.
"It's kind of sad to think someone so beautiful only has that dildo for company," Rebecca whispered in his ear.
She felt him nod.
Allan had to stop. He couldn't see the top yet. But the blood was streaming down his dress slacks. He sat on a rock and pressed around the stick, dreading what he was about to do. He opened the dressing packet and unwrapped some of the bandages folding it a few times the way he remembered from his scout days.
With one quick motion, he gripped the splinter and pulled it free, and blood spouted from the unplugged hole. Slapping the folded bandage over the wound, then wrapping the rest tightly around his thigh. He cinched it tight, groaning, before looking uphill and lifting himself from the rock.
Each step became harder as the track rose before him. He felt dizzy, either from the blood loss or the height of the mountain, he reasoned. He had to keep moving. Hal was in real danger, as his blood on the floor flowed back under his seat. Each minute counted, and hours were a stretch. But days would be a death sentence for the man he owed his life to.
Then he saw it, the light through the trees. It could only be the top of the mountain. He felt a new energy and stepped up faster, using his hands on the shrubs to help pull up each step. Breaking free of the tree line, he saw the bald peak. He flipped open his phone and found one bar flickering.
"Fuck!"
Allan strode higher for more reception shuffling around the other side of the peak. Nothing. He had to go higher still. He gripped the moss-covered rocks and jammed his foot in the crack pushing off the bad leg with a cry. "Fuck."
There were no trees to hold on to now, only rock and loose dirt. Each step caused his leg to burn, and his breath never seemed to fill his lungs.
"How do these guys do this shit," he muttered, thinking of the madmen climbing Everest each year.
Taking another breath, he pulled hard with his arms and pushed with his feet regretting his choice of dress shoes today. He was almost at the top and didn't dare look behind. His legs were already shaking so badly.
Rebecca was trembling as Dean's fingers pushed her untouched folds apart. Of course, she had played with herself, often, but no other soul had been in there, despite many offers around campus. She stepped her foot to the side, allowing him room and with the movement, gave her permission.
Dean felt her movement and curled his fingers into her opening. He had never felt a pussy before but was an internet connoisseur, reading every manual, and watching any video he could find. The position was uncomfortable for him, but he would let his arm drop off before letting his fingers fall from her fantastic wet pussy.
Angela was working towards her climax. She liked to hold off and keep herself on the edge for as long as she could stand it. She stayed away from her clit and let her ass take a pounding, knowing that eventually, it would be too much and her explosion would be tremendous.
Allan took one last foothold and pushed over the rock ledge. He had to wiggle on his stomach to avoid falling back to some unknown destination. He turned his body, sat with his back against the peak, and looked back to where he came from, and he knew that one slip would have been catastrophic.
Flipping open his phone, her held it to the sky to find one bar of G3 holding steady some of the time. He tried to ring 911 but no signal. He tried again, but nothing. "Fuck!" He let his phone slump to his thigh.
"You know this shit. The fucking network is yours for fucks sake. Think!" He yelled to himself.
He fumbled through the settings turning off everything else before finding that data might be the answer. He flicked through the apps, opened his email, and sent an email to his secretary. He had no idea if it would get through, so he searched for another app to communicate with his home.
"The security system at home. It's my tech." Allan mumbled.
He hacked into the home screen, searching for a way to type in the display panel next to the door. Someone might notice it eventually. Then he opened a grainy video feed in low resolution of the hallway outside his bedroom. There was, Dean and Rebecca, snuggled together. His first thought was that it was nice that they were cuddling before he noticed the movement of her hand.
Then he switched to the camera inside the bedroom and could see his wife on the bed, a massive black object jutting from the apex of her thighs. He was flabbergasted and quickly deciphered why the children were outside the door; his stunning wife was putting on quite the show.
Then another screen caught his eye, and when he switched, he saw four dark figures moving through the downstairs corridor. It all fell into place at once. The chopper being serviced yesterday only to crash today, then intruders inside the house with no alarm. Allan flipped through the settings and found the alarm switch, and flipped it from off to on. In the feed, he saw the lights flashing over his children, startling them from their activities and forcing them into the room with their mother.
Angela jumped from the bed. The huge prong dropped from her ass, and fell to the bed. Her naked son and almost naked daughter were in her room as lights and sirens blared. She moved to the monitor on the bedroom wall, switched it on, and saw four masked figures crossing the kitchen and coming up the stairs. She closed and locked the master bedroom door before turning to the bookcase in the walkin wardrobe. She heard a blast at the door as it cracked but held as she pulled on the top of the "Chamber of Secrets" volume, and there was an audible click from behind.
Dean saw his mother pull the bookcase to the side, revealing an opening behind. Dean pushed his mom and his sister through the gap as they heard the crash of the bedroom door flung open. Shots and splinters were flying past his face as he pulled the bookcase closed in the nick of time.
Angela spun the large wheel, and they could hear the cogs turning inside the steel door. Then the grinding of the large cylinders locking into the wall on each side of the opening. She stepped back from the doorway and waited only to hear four shots against the outside, but no evidence of penetration could be seen.
"It's holding." She said, still trembling.
"Dean!" Rebecca's voice rang around the small steel box.
Dean began slumping to the floor. The blood was pumping from the hole just above his hip. Rebecca clutched him to her chest, sliding down the wall and cradling his head to her breasts. Angela pressed her palm over the wound, pushing hard to stem the flow. Blood oozed around her hand, and she pressed harder.
"Cloth!"
