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AFTERMATH 2 4/4
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"I'm glad you're talking to me again," Brett told Chrissie that night
as they shared their customary fellowship after Jason's departure to
dreamland.  There was still a little bit of light left, just enough to
make out the silhouettes of the trees around them, but it was fading
fast.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted," she said softly.  She was sitting next
to him on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest.  She did not look
at him as she spoke.  "I was being kind of a bitch I guess."

"No," he said, shaking his head.  "You weren't.  I did something that
hurt you and you were acting the way a woman does when she's hurt.  You
don't have to apologize to me.  It's me that should apologize to you
for sleeping with you and then rejecting you the next morning.  I'm not
the kind of person that does that, you know."

"You had your reasons," she said.  "I understand.  I didn't at first
but after what happened today... well... I think I can face just about
anything after that.  It seemed like being mad at you and not talking
to you after you saved our lives was just... petty."

"You saved your own lives.  I just told you how to do it."

She dismissed this with a wave of her hand.  "You know what I mean,"
she said.  "We wouldn't have been able to do that without you.  We
wouldn't have even known those guys were there in the first place if it
wasn't for you.  How DID you know?"

He shrugged, leaning over and reaching into his sleeping bag.  He
bypassed the one remaining can of beer and instead pulled out the
opened bottle of Jack Daniels.  "Something just told me," he said,
unscrewing the lid and placing it carefully in his lap.  "I just
started to get a feeling that something was wrong and that someone was
up on the hill above us.  I don't know how I knew, I just did."

"That's creepy," she said, shivering a little at the thought.

He tipped the bottle back and swallowed down a healthy shot.  Like
before, it made his eyes water and his throat constrict but warmth
began to spread through his body almost instantly.  "It's not really
all that unusual though," he told her.  "I used to get the same
feelings at times when I worked patrol.  I'd be in a house and I'd just
know that someone was hiding in one of the bedrooms.  Or I'd walk up to
a car on a vehicle stop and I'd just know that they had a gun or a
knife or some rock hidden in it.  And it wasn't just me either.  Most
cops that worked patrol for a while were able to do that.  It's just
some kind of instinct."  He took one more drink and then offered her
the bottle.

"Thanks," she said, taking it after a moment's hesitation.  She sniffed
at it carefully and then put it to her lips, taking a tentative sip.
She made a sour face.  "Yuck," she said.  "This stuff is horrid."

"I agree," he said.  "I can't understand why people paid twenty bucks a
bottle for that shit.  But you kinda get used to it after a few shots.
Take a big drink and swallow it as fast as you can, before you have a
chance to really taste it.  It still tastes like shit but believe me,
the warmth it gives you is worth it."

She looked at the bottle doubtfully for a moment and then did as he
suggested.  She shuddered for a moment as her body tried to reject it
and then she began to cough.  "Gross," she choked, wiping at her
watering eyes.  "I almost barfed!"

"But how do you feel now?"

She wiped her eyes one more time and then paused, as if getting in
touch with her biorhythms.  "Actually," she said, "I do feel kind of
warm now."

"Try another shot," he suggested.  "Get real warm."

She giggled a little.  "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Maybe I am," he said, sliding closer to her, until their legs
touched.  "Maybe you deserve to get drunk after what happened today.  I
sure feel like I do and I hate to drink alone."

"What if you corrupt me?" she asked teasingly, letting her body lean a
little closer to him.

"I'll tell you something Chrissie," he replied, turning her face to his
and looking in her eyes.  "We live in a corrupt world now.  If that
little shoot-out we had this morning taught me anything, it taught me
that.  It seems that we might just have to change our definition of
what that word actually means now.  If you're woman enough to blow some
pukebag away with a fuckin' M-16, then you're certainly woman enough to
down some whiskey afterword, aren't you?  If Jason was awake I'd give
him a couple shots too.  I never would have dreamed of giving booze to
a teenager before all this shit happened, but I never would have
thought that I'd need to rely on two teenagers to back me up in a
firefight either.  So drink up, if you're woman enough, that is."

She took a huge swallow of the whiskey, hardly flinching this time.
She handed the bottle back to him.  "I'm woman enough," she said.  "For
anything that you want to throw at me."

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, downing one more shot himself.  He
picked up the cap and put it back on the bottle and then tossed the
bottle itself in the general direction of his sleeping bag.   He put
his hands to the side of her face and slowly pulled her head towards
his.  "You ARE a woman now," he told her softly.

"Yess," she breathed, as his lips touched hers.

She tasted strongly of the whiskey she had just swallowed as his tongue
slowly slipped into her mouth.  He sucked at it gently, drawing it from
her mouth into his own, swirling it against his.  She put her arms
around his back, pulling him to her, pressing herself into him.  He
relished the contact, relished the feel of her soft curves beneath her
wet clothing.  The guilt that he had experienced the last time he had
done this was gone.

"Mmmm," she hummed, pulling her mouth briefly from his.  "You're a
great kisser."

"Thank you," he said, pecking at her lips again, letting his own arms
encircle her waist.

"Are you sure that you really want to do this?" she asked him, looking
in his eyes, her expression wanting but also a little worried.  She did
not want to be hurt again like she had been the first time.

"I've never been more sure of anything," he replied with complete
honesty.  "I want you very badly Chrissie.  I dream about you at night."

"I dream about you too," she said.  "No one has ever made me feel like
you do when..." she trailed off.

"When what?" he asked, giving her top lip a soft suck, making it swell.

"When you touch me," she said.

"Would you like me to touch you again?"

"Yes.  Touch me everywhere."

Their lips came back together in a passionate kiss, their tongues
intertwining once again.  It was not a gentle kiss that they shared but
a lustful one; one designed to heat them up.  It did its job
admirably.  Brett's erection began to push painfully against the front
of his pants.  Chrissie let her hands drop down to his ass where she
began to knead his cloth-covered cheeks with her fingers.  He broke the
kiss and put his lips to her neck, biting and sucking on the skin.

"Let's get undressed and get in the sleeping bags," she panted into his
ear as she felt his mouth upon her.

"I've got a better idea," he said against her neck.

"Huh?"

He stood, holding out his hand to her.  "Come with me.  I'll show you
something I found when I was checking out the area."

"You mean, go out in the rain?" she asked, although she did not
hesitate to take the offered hand and stand up.

"Just for a minute.  You'll see."

He led her out of the lean-to and into the almost-night.  There was
just enough light left for him to make out the proper direction.  They
moved in between trees and over several piles of fallen branches.

"Brett, where are we going?"  Chrissie asked.  "Why didn't we just get
into bed?"

"Jason heard us the other night," he told her.  "We woke him up."

"We did?" she said, mortified at the thought.

"Yes, or, more accurately, he felt us.  He told me that your elbow
bashed him in the head a few times."

"Oh my Gawd! Did he tell you that?"

"He did.  But don't worry.  He's cool with it.  In any case, I thought
that maybe a little more privacy was in order.  And fortunately, I
found... where the hell is it now?"  He looked at the confusing array
of shapes and shadows that surrounded them.  "Damn I wish we had a
flashlight... oh... there it is.  This way."  He headed for a black
shape that was just a little too straight and even to have been caused
by Mother Nature.  Chrissie followed dutifully behind him.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's a genuine, American-made, Ford Taurus that got washed down from
the road up there," he told her, stumbling his way closer.

"A car?"

"Correct," he confirmed, reaching out and finally touching cold, wet
metal.  "I found it while you were making camp.  I didn't think you
could drive something like this out this far into the woods, even
before the comet, but somebody did.  You ever done it in a car before?"

She began to laugh.  "Except for the other night," she told him,
"that's the only place I ever HAVE done it."

"I see," he said, laughing with her.  "Then maybe you can show me the
way.  It's been quite a while since I've had the pleasure."

He opened up the back door of the four-door car and swung it open.  It
took a little effort since the vehicle was resting at a twenty-degree
angle, it's trunk against a tree, the hood the highest point.  He held
it for Chrissie.  "After you, my lady," he told her.

She didn't move right away.  "There's nothing in there, is there?" she
asked, obviously thinking more about someBODY than someTHING.

"I checked it for supplies when I found it," Brett told her
comfortingly.  "There was nothing we could use in it but there were no
people or critters either.  It's empty."

That convinced her.  She ducked under his arm and climbed into the back
seat, scooting over towards the far door.  Brett followed her in,
allowing the door to shut behind him.  With the upward tilt of the car
it was actually quite comfortable to sit in since they were naturally
reclined.  The rain pattered noisily on the roof above them, adding a
soothing background noise.  The smell was a bit musty, as if the
previous owner had not been very fastidious with cleaning, but it was
not overpowering.  Most important, it was dry; the first completely dry
place they had been in quite some time.

"All we need now is some music," Chrissie said, stretching out a bit
and pulling herself next to him.

"I checked on that earlier," he replied, putting his arm around her.
"The battery is still good but the keys are gone.  And despite my many
talents, hot-wiring an ignition is not one of them."

"Have you been planning this the whole time?" she asked, mock
indignation in her tone.

"Who, me?" he asked innocently.

"We're gonna have to get shot at more often if this is the kind of
effect that it has on you."

He pulled her against him, forcing her to twist a little in her seat.
"Be careful what you wish for," he told her, kissing her on the mouth
before she could answer him.

It did not take them very long to get heated back up.  Within a minute
of their lips touching, both were panting with lust and letting their
hands touch forbidden places.  Brett reached under her shirts, pushing
across the soft skin of her stomach and forcing his way into her bra
from below.  He cupped her bare breasts, feeling the nipples harden
into points against his palms.  Chrissie reached down between them and
unbuckled his belt, ripping his pants open once they were free.  She
reached into his pants where she gripped his hardness with her rough
hand, squeezing and releasing it almost painfully.

"I can't wait to have this inside me," she groaned into his mouth.

"And it can't wait to be there," he returned, flicking at her nipples
with his thumbs.

He pulled his hands from beneath her shirts and then began to take them
off, continuing to kiss her as he did so.  Though he couldn't see very
well in the darkness, he memorized the shape and feel of her breasts
once they were bared.  He ran his hands over them, squeezing softly,
kneading them, pushing them together.  Chrissie hummed softly as he did
this.

"I like it when you play with my boobies," she told him, kissing at his
neck now.

He pushed her back onto the seat and then scooted himself backward just
a tad before leaning down and taking her left nipple into his mouth.
He let his tongue slide all around it, feeling the little ridges and
bumps that marred its surface, tasting every square millimeter.  He
sucked it until she began to moan and run her fingers through his
matted hair and then he switched to the other one.

It wasn't long before both tired of foreplay.  "Let's get undressed,"
Brett said, pulling himself free of her.

"Yeah," she agreed, reaching down for her boots.

They shed their clothes in record time, throwing each piece over the
seat in front of them, forming an untidy pile of shirts, socks, pants,
underwear, and holstered guns.  Since neither of them had been able to
bathe in recent memory, the smell in the enclosed car was very strong
and thick and not, in the strictest sense of the word, terribly
pleasant to inhale.  Neither one cared however.  The moment they were
naked they reached for each other, their lips once again closing into a
passionate exchange of tongues and saliva.

Brett ran his hands up and down the smooth skin of Chrissie's back as
he held her to him.  She rubbed her bare thighs against his, her hands
dropping down once again to grasp his turgid erection.

"Fuck me now," she told him, nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth.
"Put it in me and fuck me!"

"Come up here," he said, pulling at her by the armpits (which had
developed more than a little hair over the past week and a half),
dragging her onto his lap.  She swung her legs over the top of his,
straddling his thighs and inching forward until her bare stomach was
touching his.  Her crotch pushed towards his straining member and he
felt warm wetness and coarse hair.  She began to undulate back and
forth, smearing her juices on him.  He put his hands on her ass and
pulled upward a little, forcing her to raise up.  "Put it in," he told
her.

"I've never done that before," she panted.

"It's time to learn," he replied.  "Grab it and put it inside."

She reached down between their bodies and took hold of him again, her
hands smearing more of her juices over the head and the shaft.  She
moved it back and forth for a moment, trying to line it up just right,
rubbing the head against her folds as she did so.  Brett groaned at the
sensation and pulled on her ass, trying to force her down upon him.

The head slipped inside of her at last and, with a gentle tug on his
part and a gentle push on her part, she sank down, pulling the rest of
him in.  Though he had experienced the exquisite tightness of her
before, it still came as an altogether pleasant surprise to feel her
clutching at him, engulfing him.  Both sighed as the penetration
occurred, as their crotches joined at the hairs.  He began to thrust
upward, grinding himself against her body, pushing on the nerve
channels that gave her pleasure.  They kissed each other hotly as they
fucked, his hands squeezing the cheeks of her ass, her hands scratching
at his back.

"Oh god, it feels so good," she breathed, moving her lips to his neck
once again.

"Yeah," he panted back, thrusting upward with more force, squeezing her
ass together at the top of each stroke.

Where their first coupling had been gentle and hesitant, this one was
wild and forceful.  They began to thrust faster, with more power,
grunting and groaning, licking and biting.  He dropped his head down to
her breasts again and buried his face between them, tonguing the tangy
skin, sucking it into his mouth.  She put her hands on his shoulders
and used them as leverage to push and pull herself up and down.  They
started to sweat, their bodies sliding together on a film of sticky
perspiration.

Brett reached down to her crotch and found her clit, which was swollen
and wet, a firm little nubbin just begging to be touched.  He began to
rub it with a finger, using a firm circular motion.  Chrissie went
immediately and completely wild at the contact.

"Oh godd," she moaned, "ohhh, ohhh, yessss!"

"You like that?" he panted into her ear.

"Yes, yes!  Keep doing that!"

"Are you going to come all over me?"

"Yesssss!" she screamed, her thrusts speeding up, her hands pushing
painfully down onto his shoulders.

"Do it Chrissie," he told her, increasing the pressure and thrusting up
into each of her downthrusts.  "Come on me baby, come on me!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she whined, slamming up and down so hard now that Brett
began to fear she might dislodge the car from its resting place and
send it further down the hill.  She arched her back and stiffened up,
her teeth biting into his shoulder.  "Goddddd!"

Her spasms went on for the better part of a minute and, with them, her
chasm gripped and squeezed spastically on his cock.  He leaned forward
and took over the burden of thrusting from her, putting his hands to
her waist and holding her in one place while he raised his hips up and
down.  He felt his own orgasm straining to be released and he fought it
down, not wanting this wild ride to end.

As soon as Chrissie's orgasm passed he began whispering in her ear
again, trying to drive her towards another one.  He continued to move
himself upward and downward, rotating and grinding as he thrust.  It
didn't take very long before she began to pant and moan once more.
This time, when she was at the height of her spasms, as her teeth
buried themselves into the flesh of his shoulder, he let himself go.
Now it was his hips that were rising and falling spastically, his lips
that were moaning out uncontrollable pleasure.

"Oh yesss," she cried from the throes of her own pleasure.  "Come in
me, come in me, come in meeeee!"

When the peak hit him he thrust upward hard enough to bash her head
into the roof of the car.  Undaunted, he continued to drive into her as
his sperm blasted out of his body and into hers.  She held onto him
tightly as she was bucked up and down like a woman on a mechanical
bull.  Finally, after an eternity, the spasms died down, with it, his
thrusts.  They slumped against each other, both dripping sweat, both
breathing heavy from the exertion.

"That was totally awesome," Chrissie said when she was capable of
speech.

"Totally awesome?" he said, kissing her sweaty forehead.  "Now just
partially awesome, huh?"

"Totally," she giggled, holding him tightly.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, his penis
shrinking within her but remaining nestled in her folds.  The rain
continued to patter on the roof of the car.

"So what happens now?" Chrissie asked him.  "Between us, I mean?"

"What happens now," he said, "is that we live life one day at a time.
This is the kind of world where you have to do things that way,
wouldn't you say?"

"So you're not going to tell me it's all over between us in the
morning, that it was all wrong what we did?"

"No," he told her.  "I don't think that it IS wrong anymore.  We used
to have laws against doing what I just did but those laws, as much as I
used to agree with them, were passed for a world where people didn't
try to kill other people for the food that they carried, where you
didn't have to wonder if you were going to be alive the next day.  That
was a world where people worried about retirement plans and whether or
not there would be Social Security when they got old enough to need
it.  This isn't that world anymore.  And while I like to think that
some of our old morals are going to survive, I've already determined
that a lot of them aren't.  There are certain morals that we simply
don't have the luxury of embracing anymore."

"And sleeping with me is one of them?" she asked, half-seriously.

"As far as I'm concerned," he said.  "Like I told you earlier, you're a
woman now.  You proved that today quite nicely.  A woman can make her
own decisions.  While we're on this little journey of ours, I'll be
proud to share a sleeping bag with you, if you'll have me."

"Oh I'll have you all right," she told him, grinding herself a little
atop him.  "I'll have you every night if I can get it."

He kissed her.  "You won't get any arguments from me there," he said.

They left the car a few minutes later, not bothering to dress
themselves, donning only their boots to keep from getting their feet
muddy.  They carried their clothes in their hands as Brett led them
slowly and carefully back to the lean-to, relying only on his sense of
direction to find it.

They discovered that Jason was awake when they got back.

"Where were you guys at?" he asked, his voice a little nervous.  "I
woke up and you were gone."

"Sorry," Brett said.  "We went for a walk.  We didn't think that you
would wake up or we would've told you."

"You went for a walk in the dark?" he asked incredulously, and quite
naively.  "Why would you do that?"

"Just because," Chrissie barked impatiently at him in her older sister
tone.  "Don't worry about it."

"We'll let you know if we ever decide to do that again," Brett said,
feeling guilty for scaring Jason that way.  "I'm sorry if we scared
you."

"I wasn't scared," he said quickly.  "I was just wondering where you
went.  It's no big deal."

Jason seemed to have finally figured out what was up between the two of
them.  He asked no more questions of them, not even when he heard them
struggling to zip their two sleeping bags into one large one.

"Good night you guys," he said, when he heard them crawling in.

"Good night," they both replied.

The two lovers snuggled their naked bodies together in the tight
confines of the sleeping bag.  It was a close fit, forcing them to
spoon their bodies together, Chrissie's back to Brett's front.  But
neither of them minded in the least.






Al Steiner 10-24-00
Chapter Three to follow soon
Send all comments to steiner_al@hotmail.com
Chapter One available at www.storiesonline.net

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