Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Day Of No Triffids
Part: Chapter 6
Summary: In a world gone blind a few remaining sighted
         must try to preserve what they can but how
         will just 6 men manage to keep 400 women happy?
Keywords: Mmf, voy, oral, nc-nosex
Language: English
Copyright: 2003

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*** August 28/29 - Peter & Barry

Things had settled down.  Peter and Barry sleepily kept 
watch over the horde of people, mainly women, 
occasionally assisting one to or from the toilets.

The women themselves had tended to calm each other down 
during the day, having a quiet weep together when one of 
their number got worked up.

Most had gone through a spell of intense despair before 
being picked up and, though their relocation brought some 
calm, there was no feeling of euphoria in their 
salvation.  The change in their status and circumstances 
was too great; so many friends, loved ones and 
acquaintances were lost to them.  Most had felt some 
degree of depression during the day.

The biggest problem in the short term for the blind was 
going to be boredom, for the sighted it was going to be 
being overworked.

Many of the people spread around the gym had held 
professional positions yet were now faced with a lifetime 
of what they considered uselessness.  Deb had realised 
this when they had been first brought in and had tried to 
divert them before such a mindset took hold.

She had worked in and subsequently managed a large office 
for almost 11 years now and was used to dealing with and 
motivating a group of people.

It wasn't just make-work though.  This was a group of 
intelligent people and their contributions would be 
important to everyone's future.

Soon after their arrival Deb sorted the blind, including 
her relatives, into groups of about eight and suggested 
each group run their own brainstorming session about what 
would be needed in the next few days.  She wanted a 
prioritised 'must have' list and a 'wish' list; the 
challenge was to be able to do it without pen and paper 
but challenges were what Deb hoped would keep them at 
least occupied.

It had been worthwhile in more than one way and their 
contributions had been received with grateful thanks.  
The sighted may have ended up with an effective power of 
life and death over their new community but they all 
realised they were by no means omniscient.  Every 
suggestion was taken very seriously as the worthless ones 
had been countered during the discussions through the 
day.

When they realised they were recognised as having more to 
contribute than their wombs many of the women did begin 
feeling better about their futures.

With the end of their first group meeting they settled 
for the night and the gym quietened as individual 
discussions faded.

Peter and Barry weren't sure at first if being on night 
shift was a good thing or not.  They were tired but not 
so much that they couldn't keep each other awake for 
seven or eight more hours.

What pissed them off more was when David led his nice-
looking teacher off to his room.  She was on his list so 
they weren't objecting to the selection but rather to the 
fact that they were missing out on working through their 
own lists.  "Lucky twerp" thought David's cousin.

Still their time would come.

As the night wore on the curious males decided to review 
the lines of "troops".

That afternoon there had been a massive effort to empty a 
nearby furniture wholesaler's warehouse of a good 
proportion of their sheets, pillows and doonas, all of 
their mattresses and a few actual beds.  Each sighted 
person had been allocated a room and a large bed was 
installed in place of whatever previous furniture was 
present.

The balance of the mattresses had been laid out in the 
gym in double rows and the occupants had been directed to 
lie with their heads nearest the walkway.  This gave 
Peter and Barry an opportunity to easily pass up and 
down each column as they checked out which of the women 
the considered to be most attractive.

They both had asked for certain friends and acquaintances 
to be rescued if possible but they knew they would be 
expected to augment their personal lists from the women 
sleeping at their feet.  If they had to add some 
strangers as bed-mates they weren't opposed to finding 
the best looking ones, and bidding for them first if 
possible.

Most of the women were fast asleep and therefore were 
unaware of the youthful scrutiny; a few however did stir 
on hearing their footsteps and a couple managed to hear 
their complimentary comments.

One, a reasonably attractive teen in a crumpled school 
uniform stood by her mattress, a signal she needed to 
relieve herself.  The two young men walked quietly over 
to her and gallantly led her off between them, arm in 
arm.

When she got away from the sleeping area she whispered to 
them, "I don't really need to go.  I wasn't sleepy and 
just wanted to get to know you."

Peter and Barry didn't mind having some company to help 
keep them awake, especially this sort, and they escorted 
her back to the lounge chairs they had put around one 
corner of the large gym so they could talk without 
disturbing the sleepers.

"Have you got anything to drink?" she asked as she sat on 
the seat provided.

"There's beer", said Peter.  "What's your name?"

"Angela.  That's good thanks."

Peter got three from the nearby ice chest and handed one 
to Barry.  He opened another and wrapped her hand around 
it before sitting beside her.

Barry, sitting on the other side of the sofa, grinned 
across her lithe form at his cousin; his leg rubbed 
against hers as she had to move a little closer to make 
room for Peter.  She took a drink and turned to her 
right.  "Which one are you then?"

After a slight pause she heard, "Peter and that's Barry."   
He had been looking at the view where the top of her 
formerly white blouse was gaping open and had to think 
twice to recall her question.

"Hello Peter."  Angela turned to her left.  "Hello Barry.  
Why don't you tell me about yourselves then."

Great conversationalist that he was, Peter began.  "Well 
I'm 19 and I was working for an engineering company while 
I was studying.  Barry's 17, he's been finishing High 
School.  As you probably know, we're cousins."

"Any girlfriends?"  She directed the question at Barry, 
wanting to get a feel for his nature as well.  He wasn't 
really shy and quiet, it was just he had been drinking so 
his cousin got in first.  Neither male was the sort to 
sit listening attentively if they could expound on their 
own exploits.

"No.  Well now I have plenty I suppose but there was no-
one serious.

"How about you Peter?"

"No.  A few friends but I was too busy to see anyone on a 
steady basis."

The two young men had both had brief opportunities to 
speak to the equally young women on their "specials" list 
when they had picked them up and in passing but, like the 
others, they had been too busy and then too exhausted to 
really make time to sit down to chat.

It was also a question of who to talk to first.

You suddenly found yourself with over a dozen 
"girlfriends", some of whom were mutually antagonistic 
and all of whom had basically only got the "job" because 
you very nearly fell into the category of "if you were 
the last man on Earth" - it wasn't a situation where 
normal social conventions applied.

Neither of them wanted to be seen picking favourites when 
in a very short while they may have decided someone else 
was a lot more desirable.  More to the point how did you 
avoid picking someone last!

It was easier to let sleeping dogs lie (a bad analogy as 
none of the girls on their lists were unattractive nor 
particularly bitchy), at least for the first night.

Angela had casually rested her hand on Barry's leg while 
she tilted the bottle up, a fact which Peter noticed with 
some dismay.  He wondered if he should leave them 
together and make another trip around the gym in the hope 
of finding someone else who wanted a chat.

Barry didn't mind though and figured if that was what she 
wanted who was he to argue, and he responded in kind, 
letting his wrist move her pleated skirt a little higher 
as he put his hand on the soft warm skin of her inner 
thigh.

He grinned at Peter when Angela moved hers closer to his 
balls and nodded his head to indicate Peter should stroke 
her other leg.

Angela drained the bottle and held it out in Peter's 
general direction.  When he took it from her she reached 
for his leg and leaned back against the sofa.

At his touch she moved her legs apart so the two young 
men could both caress her skin without having their 
knuckles colliding.  It also, purely by accident surely, 
left the gusset of her knickers openly accessible to 
their view and their gentle hands, should the boys so 
desire.

"I hope you boys know how to treat a girl right."

"You like to be treated 'Right', do you?" asked Pater.

"Oh yes.  I can be very appreciative you know."  She 
rubbed her hands over the bulges in their pants.

"What's your life story then?" asked Barry as his hand 
travelled from knee to cotton.

"All of it?  No?  Well, I had a couple of boyfriends who 
between them were keeping me comfortable if you 
understand but my Dad decided sending me off to an all-
girls school might get me away from my oh-so-undesirable 
friends and that the nuns would keep me out of trouble.  
I guess they did at that; I haven't even seen a hard cock 
for over six months."

She rubbed and kneaded the boys and they in turn worked 
their own magic as they took turns to rub her pussy 
through the thin, and gradually dampening, fabric.

Peter looked around.  The room was quiet and they weren't 
expecting visitors; everyone was going to be getting up 
at dawn and they were getting as much sleep as possible - 
at least that was the plan and those who couldn't sleep 
were at least being considerate of those who could.

He lifted the edge of the fabric away from Angela's pubes 
and Barry slipped his fingers under it and into the wet 
slit.  He was grateful to his older cousin and made a 
mental note to return the favour.

Peter left her pussy to Barry and unzipped his own fly 
before starting on the girl's school uniform.

"How old are you?" he asked as he started on the row of 
buttons bisecting her nipples.

"I was sixteen last month.  Just after the first cases 
appeared here.  My parents got so scared they wouldn't 
even let me come home for my birthday; the bastards 
thought I might catch it on the bus and give it to them.

It serves them right, they got it two weeks before me, 
probably from one of poor Daddy's business friends."

The vitriolic outburst amazed the young men, especially 
as Angela had begun a vigorous pumping of Peter's peter 
as she got worked up.

Barry felt he was missing out with his clothing hindering 
her efforts with her left hand.  He removed his own from 
inside her underwear to unbuckle his pants.  He stood and 
dropped them, then turned to slip his hands up the 
outsides of her legs.  Catching the fabric in his clawed 
fingers he drew the panties down, Angela willingly 
assisting by lifting her hips off the seat.

As he lifted each slim leg out of the garment he took the 
opportunity to look up along the pale skin to the brown 
bushy patch just visible under the serge skirt.

The movement of her hand drew his eyes to his cousin's 
exposed penis.  Angela must have pulled it out of his 
pants while Barry was busy at her ankles.

"Wow!", he thought.  "Just how big is he?"

Barry had never been embarrassed about his penis which 
"stood" about 16 cm long depending on where you actually 
started measuring.  His cousin though seemed to have a 
third of that again.  Even with some tucked inside his 
pants there was still plenty to see either side of the 
pretty girl's hand.

And she was pretty.  Especially below the chin!

Barry's eyes turned away from his cousin and back to the 
now open blouse.  Two pale orbs filled the plain white 
bra; obviously it wasn't just the visible uniform that 
was under strict control.  There was no lace and the cups 
were full circles; no suggestion of cleavage, in fact 
there was little skin to see anywhere.

More reminiscent of the fifties than anything crafted 
from the decadent 60's onwards Barry wondered where on 
Earth they found them.  He couldn't remember ever seeing 
anything like them in the lingerie adverts he had spent 
many hours perusing.

The fabric did it's best to hide the two bumps that 
showed Angela was at least enjoying the attention she was 
getting.

Barry stood and slipped his hands behind her back so he 
could lift her blouse out of the way; Peter would then be 
able to undo the chastity bra.  Barry thought he would 
see if he could find something she might look a little 
nicer in.

As Angela leaned forward in turn she bumped her cheek 
against Barry's erect cock and turned to take it into her 
mouth.  She didn't know if it had been deliberately 
positioned there and didn't really care.  "ALL boys like 
to have their dick's sucked", she figured.

Considering the current world situation, it dawned on her 
that she now actually COULD be the first person to carry 
out a personal survey to see if that was indeed the case.

Barry realised she certainly wasn't shy.  He normally 
would have been, with someone watching, but the action 
had happened without any intention on his part and once 
she had started he was not about to make her stop.

She seemed to have some experience; it felt far better 
than the two times that he had been lucky enough to get a 
blow job but that may simply have been due to the 
immediacy of the situation.  While memory may be golden 
it is usually the here and now that really counts.

Angela paused as Peter settled her on his lap then 
resumed sucking on Barry.  Her mouth moved back and 
forth, fucking him in a way he had only dreamed of.  She 
seemed to have her own technique of just scraping her 
teeth over the bulge behind his cock-head each time she 
reached the end of a stroke, then letting his prick push 
past her resisting lips as she began to swallow him 
again.

Time after time she took him up then let him drift back 
down, refusing to take any notice when he tried to get 
her to continue or tried to push his way back into her 
oral embrace.

She eventually took pity on him and kept the movement 
going up to, through and past his orgasm.  Swallowing as 
she continued to massage his organ until he could no 
longer take any more.

He took his cock from her mouth and stood there awkwardly 
exhausted.  "Thank you."  What else could you say to a 
stranger who had just drained your balls?

She reached for him and, catching his shirt, pulled him 
closer.  His legs trapped between hers and Peter's he 
stumbled and when she grabbed his cheeks to pull his face 
to hers he had no choice but to submit to the kiss.

That wasn't a problem, she was attractive enough that he 
would have been glad to spend some time kissing and 
cuddling and, ... who knows.

He met her lips and opened his own in reflex at the touch 
of her tongue.  Angela held his mouth locked against hers 
as he detected the taste of the spermy coating as it 
fought against his in his mouth.

He had never tasted his semen, the thought had a 
homosexual taint to it in his mind and he had never 
really contemplated it before.

Now it was happening and he struggled a little at the 
unusual and not really pleasant taste before realising he 
had eaten foods he considered tasted worse and put up 
with the inevitable, concentrating on the more enjoyable 
aspects of her kiss.

He pushed his own way into her mouth, their tongues 
extended fully like mating snails.  (Look it up, consider 
how poorly equipped we humans are and imagine ...)

Maintaining the kiss, he knelt to ease his bent back and 
Angela moved her hands from his face to his back and 
pulled him up against her body.

In doing so his chest encountered not soft tits but 
instead the backs of his cousin's hands.

Barry had been enjoying the osculation and now opened his 
eyes to look past the lovely face to Peter's grin.  He 
realised how silly he probably looked and his mouth 
formed a matching grim while his lips were still pressed 
against the girl's.

Peter had been idle while this was going on.  He had sat 
back and let the girl writhe around on his prick without 
having to put any effort in himself.  He HAD gone to the 
trouble of removing bra and blouse so she was naked and 
he had leaned against her back, cupping her deliciously 
pointy breasts as he watched his cousin's prick sliding 
in and out of her mouth.

As she moved forwards and back he followed and the minor 
variations in their motions kept him "interested" while 
permitting him to prolong the experience.  He hadn't 
realised the joy that came from watching, having 
considered sex a private sport in the past; one he 
unfortunately had had little opportunity to participate 
in.  "You learn something new every day!"

Peter knew that his Father was hoping the people 
collected would be able to act as instructors to the rest 
of the group, passing on their specialist knowledge.  
From the look on Barry's face he thought he would have to 
arrange a special series of classes so Angela could teach 
ALL of the women how to suck cock.

He could see there would be plenty of volunteers to act 
as her assistant.

Angela stopped moving as Barry came and, although Peter 
enjoyed her squirming movements as she fought to kiss his 
cousin, his own urges made him eager for more strenuous 
activities.

He asked Barry to move then stood, holding Angela by the 
waist so they remained connected as he turned so she 
could kneel on the sofa.  He almost lost his position as 
she brought her knees up and leaned against the back of 
the chair but his "little bit extra" allowed him to 
simply push back deep into the warmth without having to 
find the adit.

With no point of reference Angela found being spun around 
gave her vertigo and she grabbed the back of the chair 
when her hands struck it and held on.

As the world steadied she could feel the long hard pole 
push deep inside her.  Size may NOT be all that important 
but when the rod sliding past the entrance to her vagina 
took over twice the time to pass the sensitive opening 
than her former boyfriends would have required at the 
same pace, the frictional sensations could not but help 
increase her pleasure.

Peter drew it back and thrust again and this time it was 
he who closed his eyes as he appreciated the sensations 
while his cousin discovered the joys of voyeurism.

Barry rubbed his cock as he watched the long dong 
disappear and grow again, over and over.  By the time 
Peter had begun to pick up the tempo it had grown hard 
and he was stroking it with increased vigour.

Peter now thrust hard, deeper than before and Angela felt 
the painful pressure on her cervix before it was 
withdrawn and thrust again and again.

Her breasts were squashed against the fabric as she 
leaned into the chair and Peter's hands gripped her hips 
tightly as he pulled her back against his loins to 
finally explode within her.

She too was near completion but realised with the near 
cessation of movement that he was exhausted and, though 
he tried to persist for her sake the flesh was weaker 
than the spirit and he was forced to withdraw.  The slow 
and drawn out removal of his prick was it's own exquisite 
torture and Angela could barely resist the futile desire 
to force herself back onto the spike again.

She began to tun but a hand on her back indicated she was 
to stay.  Had someone else joined them?  "Oh, Goody!"

Without preliminaries the new man found his place and 
slowly slid his hard prick into her well lubricated 
socket.

Where Peter had failed a resurrected Barry was going to 
try anew.  Given an opportunity to fuck the girl's tight 
cunt, Barry wasn't worried about "sloppy seconds".

Angela found the hard fucking just what the doctor 
ordered and this time she was biting the back of the 
fortunately well-upholstered char as she fought not to 
scream; there were a roomful of sleeping women and she 
didn't want to be the one to wake them.

Barry kept going, pumping his cock into the spasming 
girl.  He felt her go rigid, he felt her vagina clamp 
down on him, he felt her resume her reciprocating 
movements as he fucked on.

Angela came down slightly only to be pushed higher.  "Oh 
stop", she thought, "I can't take this.  It's too nice."

The thoughts remained unspoken as she could, would and 
wanted to take as much pleasure from the darling boy (it 
was Barry wasn't it?) as humanly possible.

Even if it killed her she felt it would be a fitting way 
to go.

When her body tensed at the next crest, Barry's body was 
close enough to his own release that he came before 
Angela's orgasm had subsided.  Another wave of semen 
washed into her but now she could no longer feel the 
subtle splash off the over-used walls of her vagina.

Barry rested, still inside her, and kissed along her 
spine as he leaned over her white back.

An internal squeeze and his cock was pushed from her body 
leaving a frothy trail to seep out of the gaping hole and 
down her leg.

Head hanging over the back and legs still spread wide she 
uttered her benediction, "Thanks guys.  That was one good 
fuck, or rather two good fucks."

She found Peter next to her and snuggled against him 
while Barry went to clean up and grab a doona.  She left 
off kissing Peter and gave Barry a long pash as he joined 
them.  Peter made his own way to the bathroom and after a 
couple of minutes Angela decided she had better go too.

Politely rejecting Barry's offer of help ("I've got to 
learn to find my way around here"), she tip-toed across 
the cooling wooden floor in her bare feet with one hand 
on the wall until she found the guide rope and followed 
it to the bathroom.  Barry heard the faint noise of 
voices and then his cousin came out and returned to his 
watching duties.

Peter found the remains of his beer and swallowed them 
down as he sat again.

"She's really something isn't she?"

Peter agreed, "I think life is going to be pretty good."

-----

Michael and Rachel called in on the way out and didn't 
notice the bundled female curled up with her head on 
Peter's lap.  Barry had moved to a single lounge chair so 
she could spread out; it seemed mean-spirited to suggest 
she return to her bed.

Michael had left them the address where he was headed and 
promised to be back within 90 minutes, hopefully with 
some snacks before heading off with his cousin in tow.

The watching pair weren't sure if going out alone was 
such a good idea.

Barry turned to Peter.  "Maybe one of us should had gone 
with him."

Peter nodded and checked the time.


*** August 29 (just) - Michael and Rachel

Michael drove Rachel through the dark suburban streets.  
Inside the car the night was quiet yet, though the 
streets were empty of traffic, he neither sped nor 
crawled.

People wandered from their houses in desperation, often 
at the sounds of the very vehicles Michael and his family 
were driving around.  Their homes now tombs rather than 
refuges, bereft of all hope of rescue, they staggered and 
stumbled around the streets.

If he drove too fast he ran the risk of hitting someone 
standing, sitting or even lying in the road.  If he drove 
too slowly they had time to react to the noise of the 
approaching car, gathering by or on the road as they 
tried to wave him down.

He grimaced when he struck one unfortunate person, he 
couldn't tell whether male of female, old or young, who 
suddenly ran out and ended up bouncing off the side of 
the car.  Rachel screamed as the door was struck and 
Michael swerved in mild panic.

There was no point stopping, he could only have taken the 
gun from the glove box and given the unknown person 
mercy.  While that would probably have been better, he 
wasn't yet able to take that step.

He reassured Rachel that they were alright without being 
too sure if they were.  To distract her, and himself, he 
asked for further details about where her friend Stacey 
lived and how they had met.

Rachel kept him amused with stories of some of the 
hijinks the two girls had gotten up to, her voice 
breaking from time to time as she worried that they may 
be too late.  Michael patted his cousin's leg, the touch 
bringing back the memory of their recent pleasant 
exploits.

He eventually found the street then had to interpret her 
directions.

"It's fifty-something, on the right.  There's a pine tree 
or something next to the driveway and the garage is way 
back."

Michael found it easily and pulled into the driveway.  He 
turned the engine off and they got out as soon as 
possible to try to avoid giving their location away.

He took the pistol with him though he hoped he wouldn't 
need it.  He had briefly been shown how to use, and how 
not to misuse, it that afternoon firing a single shot 
into a earthen bank in the park opposite the school.

The front door was locked and they couldn't get anyone to 
answer the door chime that could be heard through the 
almost still night.

Calls from the occupants of various houses down the 
street went unheeded as Michael led the blind girl around 
the outside of the house looking for the easiest entry 
point.

A backdoor was also locked and he finally decided to 
break the glass window that opened onto a patio area.  An 
ornamental rock from the garden went sailing through the 
pane and Michael used a wooden stake to knock out the 
rest.

He helped Rachel to step through as he called out.  
"Hello, Stacey.  Are you here?"  There was no answer.

Michael found the light switch and turned it on.  
Fortunately the power was still working and he could 
switch his ever-handy flashlight off.

"Sit here while I have a look around."  He left her 
seated on a lounge chair.

The master bedroom was at the front of the house and 
Michael almost puked as he opened the door.  He closed it 
and retreated; he would try elsewhere first.

The next two rooms were empty and when he got to the 
bathroom he checked in the cabinet.  "Borrowing" some 
aftershave, he sprinkled it over a washcloth which he 
held over his nose and mouth while he made a foray into 
the noxious bedroom.

The sight of the two dead bodies on the bed was 
depressing.  They must have been Stacey's parents and 
from their looks had been dead quite a while.  Michael 
didn't hang around to find out how they died; there was 
no sign of Stacey and that may or may not be a good 
thing.

"No sign yet", he told Rachel as he passed the family 
room.  There was no point mentioning his grizzly find.

He opened another door and the stench was back, not quite 
as strong.

There was a small body in the bed; too small for Stacey 
from Rachel's description, perhaps a brother or sister.

He looked around the room and spotted a pair of feet 
poking out from beside the bed.  It looked like her.

Walking around the bed he saw faint signs of movement and 
he knelt over her.  "Stacey?  Can you hear me?"

He regretted speaking as the breath he took caused him to 
spin and throw up in the corner.  Once again he retreated 
until his stomach had settled.

"I think I've found her and she's alive.  Wait there 
though."

Holding his breath he went back into the room, seized the 
girl's ankles and dragged her out into the hallway.  He 
shut the door quickly before finally drawing breath.

It was not much better but still, he was able to function 
again.  "Stacey?  Stacey, can you hear me?"

The girl's eyelids fluttered and he slapped her cheek.

Her eyes opened briefly and she breathed a barely heard 
"Don't".

Rachel had heard her cousin and awkwardly made her way 
towards his voice.

"Is she okay?"

"I think she will be.  I don't know; she's probably 
dehydrated and needs something to eat as well.  Coffee 
with lots of sugar might be a good start."

Rachel knelt by her friend and tried to get her to 
respond while Michael searched the kitchen.  He found a 
kettle and filled it then looked for cups, coffee and 
sugar.

The only milk he found was off; milk supplies had not 
been regular for over two weeks and almost nonexistent in 
the last one - it would have to be black.

He made it strong and sweet and left it to cool for a 
while.  Rachel turned as he sat next to them.  "She knows 
who I am but she's very weak; and the smell!"

Michael inspected the girl.  "I think she's lain there 
for a day or two.  Once she's had something to drink 
we'll get her washed down.  Do you know which was her 
room?"

"If you start at the front door it's the third door on 
your left."  Michael went into one of the rooms he had 
checked earlier.

It was clearly a teenage girl's room with plenty of 
posters and piles of CDs.  He opened some drawers looking 
for suitable clothing.  While she was weak a sloppy joe 
nightie should suffice; he put it on the end of the bed 
figuring they may as well dress her there, it wouldn't be 
any harder.

Michael held Stacey up while Rachel pulled her t-shirt 
over her head and then down her arms.  She sat back while 
he stripped her jeans off, then further back as he used a 
towel to wipe off most of the mess.

He wished he was not there; it was only the knowledge 
that the girl was helpless at the moment and needed his 
help that got him through the unpleasant ordeal.  He 
figured that whatever he had to face, her troubles had to 
have been a whole lot worse.  There were so many he could 
do nothing for, this just seemed necessary.

With luck she would survive.

He threw the soiled items in the laundry, mere habit, and 
closed the door before going to wash himself.

He added a little cold water to the coffee and this time 
Rachel held Stacey against her and encouraged her to sip 
from the cup Michael held to her lips.

She didn't like the strong drink but they gradually 
forced her to empty about half the cup with another 
quarter ending up down her front.

Up until then Michael hadn't really been interested in 
the naked body lying against his cousin; the situation 
prevented any sense of prurience. He had noticed that she 
was quite nice looking but now that he looked at the 
coffee-stained bra that was her only clothing he saw that 
she was certainly interesting in other ways as well.

Her figure suggested she had been an active sportswoman 
and he found himself hoping her personality matched her 
looks.

"Let's get her cleaned up."

They decided getting her into and out of the tub would be 
far more effort than all getting into the shower.  Not 
quite the erotic "shower with a friend" they had 
experienced earlier!

He led Rachel to the Stacey's bedroom to get undressed.  
As he stripped he didn't take his eyes off his cousin as 
she divested herself of her own clothes.  "Now that's a 
nice body", he thought and took the time to give her a 
hug from behind and a kiss on the cheek.

It wasn't the time for romance but he wanted her to know 
he did appreciate her company.

Back in the corridor he lifted Stacey forward and fumbled 
behind her back for the catch of her bra.  It wasn't the 
first time he had carried out the manoeuvre but at least 
the other person had been able to stand up.

With it finally gone he braced himself as he lifted her 
up.  It wasn't as easy as he had thought and he had to 
get Rachel to help with the rag doll.

Finally standing with his arms under her armpits and her 
tits squashed against his chest he half-walked and half-
dragged her to the bathroom.

She was a bit more aware and was able to take a stumbling 
step every now and then though she didn't really 
comprehend what was going on.

Rachel kept talking to Stacey as the water warmed and 
when they got her under the spray she became more 
animated, finally recognising her friend Rachel.  She 
didn't however detect Michael's presence and kept asking 
Rachel to turn on the light.

Rachel found it hard not to cry over her friend's plight.

They got her back washed and with a little juggling 
between them turned her around to allow the stream of 
water to flow down her front.

Standing behind her Michael had to support her with her 
arms across her chest.  With no-one to monitor his 
behaviour he guiltily took the opportunity to cup the 
girl's soft breasts.

He kneaded his fingers into her flesh until she abruptly 
gave a little whimper which seemed to indicate she was 
aware of his attentions.  He resumed his more protective 
stance as Rachel finished cleaning her friend.

They laid her down on the bathmat and towelled themselves 
then her.  With Rachel's further help he was able to get 
Stacey to her room and settled her back on the bed.

They managed to get another glass of sugar water down her 
throat before they dressed her.  With Stacey sprawled 
back on the bed and her legs open Michael had an 
excellent view.  He had looked at plenty of magazines and 
felt he had enough experience yet the opportunity to pay 
close personal attention to the female genitals had not 
arisen.

On the pretext of getting the semi-conscious girl dressed 
he spread her legs and then peered closely at the furry 
patch that was thereby exposed to view.  With a delicate 
touch in the hopes that he wouldn't disturb her he parted 
the wider lips and looked at the delicate folds enclosed 
therein.

He would have liked to have spent longer in his 
investigations but with Rachel standing in the room it 
was not practical.  He simply passed his fingers across 
the folds and got on with his job.

With the nightie in place, Michael looked around for 
something to throw a few other things in.  Unsuccessful 
elsewhere, he forced himself to check out Stacey's 
parents' room again, the scented mask allowing him enough 
time to find two large suitcases on top of their 
wardrobe.

He filled one with an assortment of clothing, tossing her 
CDs and a portable player on top.  The other he took to 
the kitchen, grabbing what food seemed practical.

With these in the boot of the car he lifted Stacey off 
the bed and carried her out to the car.  She seemed out 
of it and his thumb "unfortunately" happened to slip 
between her thighs as his hand supported her butt.

He stroked her for his own illicit pleasure and wondered 
if any of the sensations were being received in her 
muddled state.  He settled her on the back seat and 
covered her with a blanket he had brought from the house.

He shortly had Rachel seated next to her and with them 
settled in the back he left the house, and its unanswered 
mystery, behind.

-----

He saw a store up ahead and remembered the request.  He 
looked in the mirror.  "How is she?"

"Sleeping a bit better I think but she's holding tight to 
me."

"I need to stop for a couple of minutes if she's going to 
be okay."

"I think so."

He pulled into the carpark and got out.  "I won't be 
far."

Fortunately the door to the store was open and a little 
buzzer sounded out the back as he entered.  It was empty 
and he had to shine his flashlight around the shop 
shelves.

He thought it might have been raided but apparently the 
local populace was either honest or incompetent.  He 
quickly gathered up an assortment, filling the passenger 
side and throwing a few extras in with the suitcases.

He closed the shop door in case he wanted to come back, 
and drove back to the school, just within his allowed 
time.

-----

He had not long looked at his watch again when the 
gymnasium door opened and Michael walked in.  He was 
ahead of schedule and Peter was relieved he didn't have 
to wake his father to organise a search and presumably 
rescue party.

"Give us a hand will you?"

Barry motioned to Peter not to disturb the sleeping girl 
and followed Michael out.

They returned with a young girl, in her mid-teens by the 
look; a refugee who seemed to have had a pretty hard time 
of things in the last few days.  She needed assistance to 
walk and they settled her in the chair Brian had vacated.

"Just keep an eye on her for a minute, I've got to get 
Rachel.  There's stuff in the car if one of you wants to 
get it."  He disappeared back out the door and the two 
young men looked at the girl, at each other and back at 
the girl.

Her nightie had ridden up to show a wisp of hair and 
Barry reached over and lifted the hem.  They admired the 
sight but satiated from the lusty Angela's attentions, 
and each a little loath to impose on the sleeping girl 
with the other man there to pass judgement, they left it 
at that.

Barry dropped the garment back into place.  "I'll go I 
suppose."  He headed out, passing Michael with their 
young cousin.

Michael sat her down on the arm of the chair with her 
friend and let Peter know what had happened.  His older 
brother asked "Suicide pact?" and Michael could only 
shrug.  It wouldn't have surprised any of them.

There were really only four options for the millions out 
there; retreat inside your own world with whatever form 
of madness you desired, resign yourself to the inevitable 
and make an end on your own terms, wallow in a desperate 
hope that your knight on a white charger would turn up 
just in time, or scream defiance at the world and seek 
some way of continuing a day at a time for as long as you 
could.  In each case the result was inevitable but death 
comes to us all and it is only the manner and the time 
over which we have some limited control.

They were the knights but they were too few.

Michael found someone to help with Stacey, disturbing the 
sleep of a few women in the process, and with her sleepy 
instructions took Rachel and her friend back to his room.

The two men left awake in the hall considered the 
departing trio.  Michael had staked his claim.  They each 
had to father children on their blind female cousins.

Barry didn't really have much choice as Ellen couldn't 
pair with any of her three brothers.  That didn't mean he 
had to "move in with her" though.  If necessary a few 
nights every few months could suffice.

He discussed it with Peter who found it strange to openly 
discuss someone screwing his little sister.  He could 
admit she did have a sexy bod though.  It was easier 
working out which of his cousins he would prefer.  He 
tried to stir Barry by proposing his sister Stella first.

She was 16, not a bad age, and not bad looking either.  
If Michael and Rachel got together that would leave the 
14 year old David with the 20 year old Karen.  They both 
laughed over the image until Barry reminded Peter that 
that 14 year old had led his former teacher up to his 
room that very night.  Suddenly 14/20 didn't seem so 
funny.

Peter finally decided that, with the number of women to 
be allocated, he didn't really mind which cousin, if any, 
he ended up with.  Barry agreed that this was a very 
practical decision.

-----

Michael and Rachel got Stacey into bed between them 
though Michael would have preferred his cousin's hot body 
next to his.  He realised it had been a long night though 
and they were too sleepy to get up to any more mischief 
together.

In fact they had barely settled when Michael could hear a 
faint snoring from the other side of the bed.  He hoped 
that wasn't a bad sign for the future.

Still, Rachel was asleep and he could let his fingers do 
a little more sleepwalking of their own.  He slid his 
hand under the hem of the cotton nightie they had left on 
Stacey and moved it up to her breast.  From what Rachel 
had said she was just a little older than his cousin, 16 
he thought she had said.

She certainly had developed well and even with her laying 
on her back she had sufficient flesh under his exploring 
hand to fill it nicely.

He felt the texture inside her breast and the crinkled 
skin around her thin, almost boy-like, nipples.  Rachel's 
had been far thicker and Michael suddenly looked forward 
to exploring the differences amongst his allocation of 
the women.

His hand slid down over her stomach and into the heavy 
thatch that roofed her pussy.  It was a dense mass of 
curls; "black as night like the hair on her head", he 
recalled.  The feel as he dug his fingers into it 
reminded him of an Afro hairstyle from old photos of the 
60's and 70's.

He tried "digging" a bit further along as well and 
succeeded in parting her lips to get access to the gully 
between.

It was disappointing, she was dry and he couldn't move 
his finger far.  He brought his hand back and coated his 
fingers with saliva; applied to Stacey's pussy, Michael 
was now able to go exploring.

Stacey may not have been quite aware of what was going on 
yet but her body certainly did.  As Michael manipulated 
her lips and clit the signs of her arousal became 
evident.  Dipping his finger into her hole Michael no 
longer needed saliva.  There was an abundance, even an 
over-abundance, of lubricant and Michael plunged his 
fingers inside her hot box.

It was disappointing that there were few other signs that 
she was enjoying herself.  Her hips did move as his 
fingers entered her; she almost seemed to lift to meet 
him but the movements were uncoordinated.  There was no 
loving response; no caresses, no kisses, no terms of 
endearment or encouragement.

Michael took his hand back, suddenly grateful for his 
cousins somnolent state.  If she was aware of his actions 
would she be horrified?  Had she not been there though he 
may have been tempted to place his throbbing prick where 
his fingers had so recently been.

While his touch had revealed the warmth of her cunt, 
Michael realised that her lack of response would have 
made it just a bizarre form of masturbation.  He didn't 
like the idea of screwing a drunk chick just because the 
opportunity might arise at a party; he had made that 
mistake once and if he was making love to someone he 
wanted them to appreciate the fact.

It wasn't that he felt he was god's gift to women, far 
from it, but his idea was that sex should be good enough 
to share not be something that you kept for yourself.

He was a little ashamed of his actions and decided to go 
to sleep before he continued until Rachel found out.

With regret that Stacey was still recovering, and also 
that he had started fooling around with her while she was 
unaware of things, Michael snuggled against her.

He lay his arm across her torso to hold Rachel as he 
dropped off to sleep.  He had barely settled however when 
he felt a hand come up to gently pat his arm before 
straightening again.

It wasn't Rachel!

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