Upgrades, defences and a confession

Just when the future looks hopefully, something takes it back from you as a sudden storm starts to flood the ground with heavy droplets of rain. You stay embraced for a few seconds before she nudges you back. "C'mon little brother. We might catch a cold staying in this." Bella takes your hand and pulls you to the house behind her. "You can tell us your big plans inside."

Stepping through the door, the two of you soak the floor by the entrance as water drips from your jackets. "You two just love getting wet, don't you." Lucy teases as she saunters over. She pulls your wet jacket and kisses you forcefully, probing your mouth with her tongue.

"Lucy stop." Bella hisses as you make-out in front of her. Your little sister tilts her head as you trade spit with your own tongue dancing with hers. "Seriously, Michael..." Bella almost whines. Lucy stops the kiss and pushes you at her older sister. The two of you stand squished up against each other, her lithe body pressing her small tits into your chest as she breathes deeply in your face - a hint of peppermint filling your nostrils.

"She got all excited when mom said you were on your way home yet once you came in she had no time for the two of you to be alone. Such a shame really. I could take him to my room if you don't want him Bella." Lucy says in such an innocent tone you'd think she was a pure little sister and not the corrupted little minx you know she is.

"I- I can't. Not now." Her body betrays her as she holds herself back, her pink lips already puckering. "Besides... You have something... to tell us..." She tries focusing on her words sending more peppermint into your face as her lips move closer at each pause. You swallow the lump in your throat and separate an inch.

"Yes... I do." With conformation Bella untangles her body from yourself. "We need a lookout, at all times. Some way to see the whole area easily and efficiently. Maybe on the roof with some binoculars, we'll probably have to build some railing and shelter up there."

"Fuck! A perimeter watch! We set up all those tasks and didn't once have someone looking over the house, mom and dad usually have the servants doing that at all times I completely forgot." Bella practically scolds herself. "We should also get a stand or scaffold on this side of the wall to watch over the gate when someone is entering or exiting."

"There is also a huge infected in the city. It reacts very aggressively to sound." You say recalling the brute. "It's fast, strong and I couldn't even slice it with a blade, the thing shattered on me. We need countermeasures against the infected coming closer to the house. Could we set up some distractions in the woods to turn them around if they came too close?"

"I might be able to, although it would be better if we had someone with electronics training for something really effective."

"Look at both of you being so serious." Lucy fake yawns. "I'm going to go now, maybe see how Heather is doing upstairs." Thunder rumbles through the sudden silence. "Sorry. You've got enough to worry about." She leaves, bounding quickly up the stairs.

"I'll go make some rough plans for construction with mom. I hope we've still got enough materials left over." Bella plants a quick kiss on your lips then leaves, leaving you alone and wet.

"I suppose I should see Sam now..." You wander around the house in search of your friend. You grab your bag with her clothes on the way as you find her in the gym under the house.

Sam is jogging on a treadmill, facing away from you, in a pair of tight short shorts that hug her curvy ass and leaving little to your imagination. The loose tank top she dons bounces up to showcase her slim body underneath. Your fingers trace over the picture in your pocket which causes your heart to skip a beat. Lets find out shall we.

"Knock, knock." You say upon approaching. Sam stumbles but remains on, grabbing a hold of the railings at the last second. She shuts the machine off and turns around with a sheen of sweat coating her perky freckled cleavage that was obviously without a bra as her nipples hung through the thin material.

"Hey." Her already red cheeks turned a shade darker as you eye up her petite body, the sweat clinging to her tank top. "Can I help you?"

"I hope so... Can we talk?" She steps down and cautiously walks closer.

"What is it you want to talk about Michael?" Her deep blue eyes entrance you as she gazes up at you with a pout. "Or did you just come to gawk at me?" She crosses her arms under her small bust and turns to the side allowing you to get a view of both her sides at the same time.

You lick your dry lips and try not to smirk. "As much as I wouldn't mind that, I have something else I need from you." Uncertainty flashes over her face. It is very rare for you to respond seriously to Sam's defensive nature.

"T-then what is it?" Suddenly unsure of how to act she lowers her arms.

"First I have a gift. Of sorts..." You hand over the bag as your face flushes red. "I should've asked first I know but I was there and I know you needed them cause my sister's don't fit." You start to blurt out.

"You went-" She starts but adopts her genuine voice to finish. "Thank you... I do need these." Honesty receives honesty with her. Hopefully she has more.

"The second reason I need to speak with you is... You see..." You break eye contact and fiddle with the photo in your pocket. You pause for a second then take a deep breath and ask. "What is this?" You hold the photo out in front of you.

"It's... Us... Obviously..."

"I can see it's us, what I want to know is how? That was before we met." Sam rubs a short strand of her fringe, this time she's the one to avoid eye contact.

"You- We were probably drunk. We were young. Young people get drunk and do silly stuff all the time. It's not a big deal. We- we- we've kissed before no problems, and I'm sure you've kissed other women when it's meant nothing so what does it matter?"

"It matters because this is not a nothing kiss, this is a I'm-gonna-kiss-him-and-get-my-friend-to-take-a-picture-to-keep-in-my-room-and-not-tell-him-for-three-years-about-it kiss." You ramble and take a step forward, she doesn't move back.

"Maybe my friend dared me to kiss a guy at a party, and maybe I drunkenly accepted, and maybe she took that picture without my knowledge." She shrugs a little while eyeing the picture.

"Then why did you keep it and not tell me?" You press again.

"I don't know. The picture was three years ago, lets just leave it to some drunk teens in the past." She protests and tries to swipe it out of your hand. You keep a firm grip and pull her closer.

"You get defensive when you're lying. Sam come on. Aren't we friends?" Her eyes jump up to yours with a pained look.

"Friends... Yes, of course we are but-" She bites down on her tongue and clamps her mouth. Her eyes are wide and she mumbles incoherently into her hand. You pry her arms away and stare at her face to face.

"Samantha..."