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• Kaitlyn

“Are you sure you have everything?” Asked her father, concern radiating from him like heat from a stove. Kaitlyn shrugged.

“As much as I could fit. It’s eight people, but… We’re traveling light.”

They all had taken turns in the shower that morning, and that is when they realized everyone except Kaitlyn had pretty much only the clothes on their back. So Kaitlyn had divided her clothes between the others, and her father had donated some of his to Ethan, along with a coat to Nadia, who was the only one that would fit in it.

Zarina also brought up that she had trouble sleeping and spent the night downloading as much assorted survival information into her laptop as she could. Books on everything from first aid to animal husbandry to mechanical and electrical engineering, all pdfs stored in a humble laptop Kaitlyn had bought once for college and then promptly forgotten.

Anna and Carmen had brought food with them, and a few different clothes but little else, which slightly unnerved Kaitlyn. And she wondered if that was a product of being claimed or if they were simply not sentimental. Kaitlyn had **** herself to not bring more than she needed, but she still couldn’t resist bringing a framed photo she liked of her with her mother and father, as well as a plushie she liked.

“Will YOU be ok, dad?” She asked her father, her turn to be concerned.

“I hope so. They’re coming to pick me up in… About two hours or so. I told them I would be working full time from now on. I’m sure they’ll be grateful for the help.” He grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “But remember, I’m still a call away. If there’s a problem or… If you need to get out, call me ok? I’ll figure out something, even if I have to call in a favor or two.”

“Thanks dad!” She grinned confidently. “But I’m sure it will be fine.”

Her words were more confident than she truly felt, but it was no use acting nervous. She turned to the rest of the group and ushered them into the van. Many said their goodbyes to George as well as to the safehouse that had been such a place of respite and calm in this new, uncertain world.

But nothing lasted forever. And so, they drove towards a new, uncertain future.

All eight of them squeezed into the utility van along with the supplies. Kaitlyn had the wheel and Ethan agreed to sit beside her with the gun on his lap, just in case. Anna had been upset at being separated from him, but eventually she conceded and sat in the back with all the others.

In a way, they were the two leaders of this group weren’t they? Kaitlyn had been the one to group them up. She had been the one to suggest the idea that allowed them to escape the university campus and found that a lot of the girls seemed to look up to her.

On the other hand there was Ethan, placed in a position of master whether he liked it or not. Kaitlyn didn’t trust the women under him. At first she only resented Nadia for getting in between her and Ethan, but she quickly found the claimed women posed a bigger problem than that. All three acted very protective of Ethan and also were very pushy, quick to put others’ concerns aside and contest Kaitlyn’s authority. It was always Ethan that had to reign them in, and she got the impression that if Ethan hadn’t said anything their entire group would revolve around making him happy… Claimed and unclaimed alike. As if they were forcing him into leadership… No. Not even a leader but a master.

She glanced at him and he smiled back. At least he looked better than yesterday, less tired and tense. Kaitlyn ignored the stubborn butterflies in her stomach and focused back on the road. But she couldn’t be truly upset at Ethan, even if she wanted to. He had only tried to help their group and he didn’t lord his power over or leverage it against her. And Kaitlyn appreciated that.

The drive to Roslyn’s place, Magpie Farms, or so she was told, was as difficult as they had predicted. Driving around the occasional car crash or pile of debris on the road turned out to be the least of their worries. More than once they found an entire street blocked by cars and vans forming a makeshift barricade, which **** them into another road as they looked at the maps they had printed and tried to figure out a different route.

On one of the side roads, passing by a group of warehouses, they found their path fully blocked by another barricade of cars and one bus, only to discover as they tried to reverse that it was in fact an ambush. A group of men appeared from behind cars or hiding spots, not a woman among them, and tried getting close and surrounding their van, all armed with tools or makeshift weapons. But Ethan poked his head from the passenger window and shot his gun in the air while Kaitlyn quickly turned the van and accelerated it, forcing the men to quickly back away. The car they tried to use to block their way back out was shoved aside by the larger van as they broke through, resulting in a broken headlight as they escaped, shaken but still unharmed.

But they found that this kind of modern banditry was the exception, rather than the norm. The most common sight for them was groups of men and women traveling together, by car or on foot, some of them stopped by the roadside and talking to each other. She saw many times a group interacting with another group of people. Some had obviously claimed women following the men, others were only men and others still were harder to define. It seemed that, after the initial shock of claim day and the complete breakdown of society that followed, people were slowly gathering and talking to each other again. Maybe trading information or supplies, maybe forging tentative alliances or figuring out the pecking order.

Human beings were social animals after all. And not even a brainwashing misogynist apocalypse could change that. But Kaitlyn idly wondered what kind of society would form from the ashes of the old one. What new rules would be in place?

Men on top, women as property, probably. Women as… Currency? Social status? She felt her mouth curl in disgust. Fuck that. She would rather die than become… Less than a whore, even. A ****. A thing, not even a person.

She also wondered if there would still be pockets of resistance, where women could still be free. Like the farm they were going to. Roslyn said that her uncle had offered his farm as a safe place for others that didn’t want to deal with claiming. Maybe there were other groups like them? Maybe even people willing to fight to keep women safe? Or maybe, and she almost dared not hope… Figure out a way to undo this bullshit?

She could only hope.

But until a new order finally reemerged this is what they had to deal with: cars strewn across the street. Small groups of people doing what they could to find food or get anything worthwhile in a world where money had become worthless, some gathering together to trade or join forces, while others shied away from any group, scared and alone.

They passed by a house that was on fire, the blaze eating the half-collapsed roof and blackening the once-white walls. There were a few people trying to put out the fire with buckets of water and other poor implements. But what surprised Kaitlyn, as they slowly drove by, was that there was a fire truck parked next to the blaze. But she saw only a single fireman fiddling with the hose and doing everything he could, helped only by a shirtless man beside him that looked like a civilian as both struggled to open the hydrant. The lone fireman looked at them as they drove by and his gaze was vacant and exhausted, the proverbial thousand-yard-stare.

Kaitlyn fought an urge to stop and help them.

There were others leaving the city too, she realized. Some were driving, others were on foot, but she soon noticed that many were following the same rough path that she was taking, away from the city. Some had backpacks or shopping carts full of things, others had only the shirt on their backs. She saw two women together once, creeping across a street, but they ran away before she could call to them.

And so she continued driving as the houses became sparser and sparser, the roads less full and the groups she saw became less and less frequent. When they saw their first cornfield, both her and Ethan breathed a sigh of relief.

It still took another hour driving before they reached it, double-checking the map and stopping for a moment so Roslyn could come to the passenger’s seat and help guide them the right way. Magpie Farms was ten or so minutes away from Ridgesburg, a tiny one-street town that Roslyn said her parents lived in, before moving in with her uncle, Oliver. But as they approached the farm Kaitlyn felt an increasing nervous tension in her stomach. Would the farm be safe? Could Roslyn’s uncle truly be trusted? Would they be happy?

Could a safe place even exist, in this strange new world?

The van approached the gate and they saw a man sitting on a chair behind it, a hunting rifle casually strung on his back. But when he noticed them he smiled and waved before opening the gate and letting them inside. The dirt road took them past a field of corn on one side and a pasture on the other, where they passed by a group of cows contently munching on grass as if everything was the same as before.

“Oh! That’s my uncle, there!” Roslyn pointed excitedly at an older man leaving a barn next to the pasture and making his way towards the house.

He waved at them as they slowed and stopped in front of the same house, a tasteful two-storey place that would be a mansion in the big city, but felt small when placed in the middle of the farm, one of the few buildings aside from a barn, a grain silo and a few other long buildings further along the dirt road.

When they stopped the van and Roslyn got out a man and a woman opened the door and exited the house, hooting with excitement and waving their arms as they wrapped them in a tight embrace of the young woman. He had light blonde hair, cut short while the woman’s hair was long and brown, like Roslyn’s. Their features made it obvious, they were her parents.

“So glad to see you’re ok, my dear…”

“Come here! Are you well? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“I can’t imagine what you went through…”

As Roslyn returned their embrace, overwhelmed by her welcome, the others slowly left the van and greeted the old man, Roslyn’s uncle. His hair was completely white, with a large bald spot in the middle that was visible when he took off his baseball cap, but he still looked in good shape despite his age, a large and heavyset man with bushy eyebrows and a large smile.

“You folks are Roslyn’s friends?” He asked, offering Kaitlyn a hand. She shook it, and despite his size his grip was surprisingly gentle, while still firm. “I’m Oliver. Oliver Hughes. Pleased to meet you.”

“Yup. I’m Kaitlyn, a friend of hers. And here,” she gestured towards the others, “are Jasmine and Zarine. They’re unclaimed, like me and Roslyn. And here is Ethan and the claimed women, Anna, Carmen and Nadia.”

“I see,” he said. And he was polite enough as she greeted the others, although Kaitlyn felt his eyes carefully watching their group as they stretched their legs after the long journey or looked around at the farm surrounding them. Many in their group felt a bit self-conscious from the attention he gave them.

“Hope it’s alright if we stay here?” Asked Kaitlyn. “Of course, we’re willing to help out in return, as agreed!”

“Hm?” Roslyn’s uncle turned his attention back to her. “Oh yes. We’re desperately in need of people, let me tell you. Harvest is right around the corner, and I wouldn’t like to not have enough people during that. Especially if we lose access to gas. Hah!”

Roslyn separated herself from her mother and father and asked her uncle, “do you think there will be enough food for everybody? I… I don’t want to impose.”

He belted a laugh in response. “Don’t you worry! More hands means more food we can squeeze from this farm! Even if it also means more mouths to eat all that food. So it all balances out.”

But as Oliver cleared his throat, his cheerful tone slowly disappeared as he turned to the rest of the group. “But the talk of work reminds me: It’s time we discussed the rules of our little arrangement. You folk coming to live with us and all. This is important so listen up!”

Everyone focused on him as he put his hands behind his back, pausing to make sure he had their attention before he spoke. There was a practiced air to his words, as if it was not the first time welcoming newcomers to work in his farm.

“So, everyone who lives here has got to work! We’re badly in need of all the help we can get, so there’ll be no freeloading! Don’t think that all jobs are easy either, farm work takes skill and training, like any other. For the more serious jobs, like milking and tending to the cows or harvesting the corn, you’ll have to follow the lead of another, more experienced, worker until you get the hang of it. But there’s plenty of simpler stuff too. There’s food that needs cooking, clothes that need mending, holes that need digging, firewood that needs to be chopped… The list goes on. If you have special needs let me know, I’m sure we can find something for you to do. Also if you have any special skills that can be of good use to us, especially if anyone here’s handy with tools or knows first aid… It’s not just people we’re short on right now it’s know-how. So let us know. I’ll go by you guys one-on-one later. But first! Some ground rules!”

This got the attention of the group, and they all tensed as they saw his expression grow stern. Kaitlyn saw him focus on Ethan as he spoke, which made the young man fidget nervously while Nadia, Anna and Carmen all rallied behind him.

“This place ain’t a claim free-for-all! Claiming any women who doesn’t want it is a crime here, as far as I’m concerned. Try that kind of shit and I’ll kick you out so fast your head’ll spin!” Said Oliver. He cleared his throat then began pacing back and forth. “Related to that, no man is allowed alone in any private space with a woman that is also alone! Under no circumstances, got it? Any common area with three or more people there? That’s fine. But if a man and a woman want to spend some time alone in a room or even behind the shed? They need to come to me first and both ask permission! That way women here don’t have to be afraid they’ll suddenly get claimed, unless they want to. That is their choice to make in this farm, am I clear? Nobody here forces themselves onto anyone else. And before you all ask, any claimed women will not be trusted as unbiased. As far as I’m concerned a man and his claimed women all count as one person.”

Anna glared when she heard these words while Nadia crossed her arms, her expression forcefully neutral. Jasmine glanced at Nadia, and then at Kaitlyn who sighed. But she could see where the old man was coming from, and so she said nothing.

Nobody spoke up either, so he continued. “To make sure this works smoothly we’ve divided the bunkhouses over there where you folk are staying, along with the old workers and any other newcomers that arrive, into three separate areas: One for women, one for men, and one for claimed families.

And he pointed towards a group of buildings in the distance. It was hard to see from the distance, but they saw a group of drab-looking, long buildings , as if made from repurposed warehouses. Kaitlyn couldn’t help but frown, worrying about their conditions.

“ And I want to make it clear!” Continued Roslyn’s uncle. “No men should EVER go into the women’s bunkhouse and no women going into the men’s bunkhouse. Claimed women count as men for the purposes of mingling, although they get their own bunks with the men that claimed them. Don’t get me wrong, this claiming stuff… it surprised me but I don’t hold it against them. There’s two other claimed women here and they’re already working hard as hell on day one. Gotta respect that! But I’m also learning they can be… Unreliable when it comes to being honest about their man. And I’ve also heard some stories from other girls that came here about, well… This separation stays, got it? Y’all can chat and mingle when working or eating together... But the bunkhouses are separated for a reason. No intruding!”

Oliver crossed his arms, staring them all down. “If you don’t like these rules you can leave peacefully right now with what you’re carrying, I won’t stop you. But if you decide to set up here and then you break these rules? Well, then you’re in my hands, friend! This is my land and, now that things have gone crazy all over my word is what goes here. Understand? I’m the judge, jury and… Well, not executing anyone but I will kick you out! Small stuff might earn you a warning, or even going without a meal. Things like avoiding work or messing up a job badly. More serious stuff? Thieving, being violent or trying to claim someone by ****? I got no tolerance for that, you’re earning an exile, with or without any food or your belongings depending on how I feel! I had to kick out a worker here yesterday when he tried to claim someone else, so don’t think I won’t do it!” He puffed his chest.

“Seems reasonable?” Ventured Jasmine, and Ethan nodded as well.

Oliver seemed mollified by this response and he lowered his tone as he smiled and continued his speech. “Some of my men are armed, you’ll notice. These are the people I REALLY trust. If they tell you to do something you better listen. If you feel they’re being unfair? Obey them and come talk to me later, ok? They’re helping keep people safe here, and I started this just today because… Well, because we’ve been getting news that people are going crazy out there. Heard from my brother…” He gestured towards Roslyn’s parents, “that a man from out of town tried to claim her and almost succeeded yesterday. And the Rubachev farm only ten minutes away? Heard their house got burned down. Things are crazy!” He shook his head, dismayed.

Oliver glanced again at Ethan, and then pointed at the pistol her held in his hand. “That gun? It’s not allowed in here, unless I know you and trust you. Which I don’t right now. So you’ll have to hand it over. And if I ever get to the point where I trust you, then you can have it back.”

“Sure,” replied Ethan, and he seemed almost relieved as he offered the revolver to Oliver, pointed down. The older man took the gun and more of the tension seemed to lift from his shoulders. Kaitlyn realized he must also be under a lot of stress.

“Sorry for the dressing down. You folks seem like fine people,” said Oliver. “But I gotta lay down the law and make sure, you see? Make it clear to all these people coming to my farm… Already welcomed two couples, one guy fleeing from another farm and a group of three women saying they were running from the big city. And the stuff they told me…” He shook his head again. “Goodness. It’s a real mess out there, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s… It’s really bad,” agreed Roslyn. She glanced at Anna and Ethan, but did not add anything to that.

“Hmm.” Oliver nodded, deep in thought. “But that mess is spilling over here too. The one man I said had run away from the other farm? That’s Gunther’s further down the road… He told me that he was traveling with a couple and they were all fleeing the city. Had been driving half the day and asked to stay the night at Gunther’s and…” Oliver made a face, as if he had been **** to swallow bile. “And he said Gunther claimed the husband’s wife. Then threatened to hurt her unless both men worked for him. The husband stayed, the other man pretended to agree, and then fled.”

“Fuck…” Muttered Zarina, her face going pale, and Kaitlyn agreed with her sentiment. The thought of her group being at the mercy of a man like that… She was glad that Roslyn could point them to a safe place where they could stay, away from the city.

“And the thing is… I know Gunther. Or I thought I knew him, at least. Didn’t always see eye to eye with him, but he never seemed like the kind of man to do… That.” Oliver sighed before smiling at the group. “But not to worry. I’ll have a talk with him, figure out where we stand. And I’ll keep y’all safe, so long as you work hard. I figure everyone’s gonna be looking for workers soon, so there’s more people to come… And I think I’ll catch a lot more flies with honey than vinegar!”

Kaitlyn, who had been mostly silent as she listened to him, chose that moment to intervene. “Wait, hold up. So you’re going to be… What? Negotiating with this guy? And what’s your plan there?”

“Well… He’s our neighbour and his farm is bigger. Sooner or later we’ll have to talk to him.” Oliver shrugged, still smiling. “But don’t worry, girlie. I’m going to figure things out and make sure we all stay safe! You can trust me.“

But Kaitlyn was not so easily reassured. “You can call me Kaitlyn. And if you’re going to be making decisions that affect the whole group don’t you think you should be taking our input?”

Oliver seemed unimpressed. “I mean… I can talk with you later and, if you have any suggestions I can hear them out. But at the end of the day this is still my farm. Either you accept that or you can leave.”

“And if the people living in your farm get unhappy or angry at you? Do you think that won’t cause problems?” Retorted Kaitlyn, crossing her arms. She noticed him giving her an annoyed glance and sighed, taking a less combative tone. “Look, I’m not trying to say I should boss you around. And I agree with the rules you just told us, they make sense. But… I feel like you should at least listen to the opinions of the people working for you before making big decisions. Nothing crazy. You still have final say. Just… Like a liaison, you know? As an advisor.”

“I’ll think about it,” was his reply.

And both Oliver and Kaitlyn gave the impression they had more to say, but held back for the sake of keeping the peace. And so, the peace held.

• Ethan

They had first been shown around the farm, the barn with all the cows, the chicken coop, the backyard vegetable garden, the equipment shed. And Oliver peppered the tour with bits of information about their future work. Soon Ethan felt more and more out of his element, overwhelmed by this new life that seemed so alien to his old one. Then he had been introduced to a young farm worker called Roberto, who had given him a warm greeting and then led him, along with Nadia, Anna and Carmen, to the bunkhouse designated for the claimed partners.

Roberto was followed closely by a woman he introduced as Sofia. Both had the tanned skin of people used to being out in the sun, although Sofia had curly, auburn hair as opposed to Roberto’s straight black hair. But most notable was the way Sofia looked at Roberto, the familiar gleam in her eye revealed that she was claimed.

“But damn, man. You scored three beauties back in the city, hm?” Commented the man, giving Ethan a wink. “Guess things are different back in the city. Lots of young girls there, huh?”

“It’s a long story,” muttered Ethan, looking away.

“You can tell me all about it some other time!” And Roberto laughed as he opened the door to the bunkhouse. The main entrance led to a long corridor with a series of doors on one side, all drab and poorly illuminated. Ethan frowned when he looked at it, and Roberto must have picked up on his discomfort.

“Hey, I know it’s not the Ritz, yeah? This is supposed to be a temporary kinda place. Workers come and sleep here a couple of months, work the harvest, then - poof! - they’re gone. But don’t worry, brother. This place got heating and everything. We can make it more homey as we stay. Maybe the girls can help?” And he turned to Sofia and winked, earning an excited giggle from her.

“Sure, Beto! I’ll make it real nice,” she winked back.

Roberto laughed again as he opened one of the doors, revealing a similarly drab bedroom. There were two bunk beds on one side of the room for a total of four beds and a scratched-up table with two plastic chairs on the other. That was the only furniture in the room, lit by a dingy bulb in the middle.

“Prolly not fancy like the big city place you come from, eh?” Said Roberto. “But we got it all. Three rooms down that way is the toilets, and beside it are the showers. And after those is the… Uhh, sorta like living room? Or… Lounge! Yeah, that’s the word. There’s a TV and everything. We can chill there after work!” He patted Ethan’s back, startling him. “Don’t worry brother! You’ll get used to it soon!”

“Thanks,” said Ethan, and after a moment of hesitation he added. “It means a lot, that Oliver took us in despite everything. I… I don’t take it for granted.”

“That’s the spirit!” Roberto looked back at Sofie and grinned before turning back to Ethan. “And hey, maybe your girls will help you feel more welcome, eh?” And he winked and laughed again.

It was nighttime now, and Ethan was lying down in bed, but struggling to fall asleep. The new environment didn’t help, between the bare surroundings, the bunk beds and the darkness of the room once the lights were out, all made his room feel uncannily like a prison. Then there was the issue with his claimed women.

“You can sleep in your own beds,” he told them. Anna and Carmen were lying on the same bed, one on each of his sides, but there was not enough room for all three of them in the narrow bunk bed so Nadia keeled next to the bed so she could still caress and kiss him the same way they did back in the larger bed. Anna and Carmen were also cuddling and kissing his body, and he had to admit it felt nice. The one bit of warmth and comfort in that cold, drab room. But still, he felt bad for Nadia to kneel beside the bed like that.

“Are you ordering us away?” Asked Anna. And sensing his hesitation she pressed him, nibbling playfully on his earlobe before asking. “Doesn’t this feel good?”

“I don’t mind staying here, if that’s what worries you,” clarified Nadia, smiling as she rubbed his thigh. “At least until you fall asleep.”

Ethan considered what he should do, torn between his need for comfort and attention, his concern for their well-being and his increasing pent-up desire that had built up since yesterday. The claimed women were always with him and since the incident in the bathroom Ethan had not masturbated. But now he was surrounded by his women, getting plenty of stimulation and there was nobody else around him, which was making his hard-on more difficult to ignore. Maybe he could order them to their beds and…

That is when he heard it, faint but unmistakable. The sounds from the room next to his in the bunkhouse. The rhythmic squeaking sound, accompanied by moans. His neighbors and their claimed women were having sex. Ethan could distinguish Sofia's moans.

And they did not seem shy about it either, gasping and moaning about how good it felt, begging for more. Ethan focused and definitely heard more than one female voice, which meant both his neighbors were enjoying themselves.

Nadia glanced at the thin wall separating them from their neighbor, then back at him. Her hand almost nonchalantly moved to his crotch and rubbed against it, feeling his hardness as he felt a jolt of pleasure from her contact. “Want us to… Help you out? Like they are doing to their masters?” She gestured with her head in the direction of where the sounds of sex were coming from.

Ethan saw Anna and Carmen’s eyes light up, focused on him as well. Eager, almost ****, for the go-ahead.

“I… I shouldn’t…” He mumbled, but his own protest felt feeble. Still, he rallied. “I said I would protect you two.” He gestured at Anna and Carmen.

“We want this. Both of us,” said Anna firmly. Carmen nodded eagerly.

“It’s a new world, with new rules,” said Nadia. “Listen to the others in the next room. They are doing it too. Are they wrong? Hmm?”

Ethan could not respond for a moment, and it felt like the moaning from his neighbor got only louder. Anna took the initiative and let her hand roam lower, slowly zipping down his pants before pulling them lower, along with his underwear, and freeing his cock as it bobbed up, painfully hard.

“We all want this Ethan,” said Carmen, smiling as she also moved her hand down, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock. Anna did the same, but further up around his head, only the tip poking out of her grip, purple and engorged. He hissed with pleasure and felt his resolve melting like butter in a hot pan.

Mother and daughter began stroking and teasing his cock, each with one hand, while still nuzzling and kissing him. Carmen’s hand was slow, but firm and experienced, while Anna’s hand was faster and clumsier, and the contrast as well as the taboo of it quickly drove Ethan close to the edge, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips as he gasped for breath. And them women all reacted to his visible pleasure with shivers and moans of their own. All of their focus on Ethan and his pleasure.

But still he tried to protest. “You shouldn’t… You’re… Mother and daughter…” He said between gasps. Each of which made said mother and daughter moan softly or roll their eyes as they teased him.

Nadia ran her fingers over his lips before gently kissing them, interrupting his words. “Shh, c’mon. Can’t you see how hard they are trying to make you feel good? And admit it, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

His cock throbbed in their grip, and Anna giggled with joy, glancing down at it briefly before looking back up at him. Her cheeks were flushed and red. “It… It does…” Ethan admitted.

“See?” Pressed Nadia, her voice soft but still flush with excitement. “That voice in your head? The one fighting against this and making you feel bad? Imagine it getting fainter and fainter… While you focus on how good it feels.”

“And we’re really enjoying this,” said Carmen. “Both of us.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t bother us at all,” giggled Anna. “Look.”

And mother and daughter moved closer to each other and shared a passionate kiss, eagerly licking and sucking on each other’s lips as they continued to work their hands on his cock, which got even harder as his breath hitched in unmistakable pleasure.

They both moaned and broke the kiss to look at his reaction, drinking it eagerly as their smiled widened. And Anna and Carmen exchanged a glance before they moved their heads lower. Ethan’s eyes widened as he saw mother and daughter exchange another kiss, but now with his cock in between their lips, licking and sucking on each side as their lips briefly touched each other. Their eyes glancing up towards him, always.

It was too much. He felt his body tense and groaned, louder than before, as he felt his pleasure build up and then burst out, spurts of his pent-up, warm cum landing on their lips and splattering on their faces. One drop dangling from Anna’s chin while another spurt landed on Carmen’s eyebrow. They eagerly lapped his cum as it spurt out, their own moans intensifying. And mother and daughter, their faces covered in his cum, began to have an orgasm of their own as they looked at Ethan, their pleasure mirroring his own. He even heard Nadia moan and cum in his ear as she watched him, despite not even being touched. But for them, his pleasure was enough to drive them over the edge. And so they did, cumming hard as their bodied trembled and their legs spasmed, while their eyes focused fully on him.

‘This is it’, he thought, as his pleasure died down and was replaced with shame. ‘There’s no going back from this.’

And Anna and Carmen smiled happily at him, grateful and drunk with pleasure from their recent orgasm while still wearing his cum. And Nadia whispered to him in a ragged, lust-filled voice. “Thank you. That was amazing.”