Tasks of the day
From Torg Adventure
Tracy sits next to you, and she rubs your shaft under the table as she eats nonchalantly. Mom drips some egg yolk on her breast, which she wipes off with her finger and sticks in her mouth. You imagine that it was your cum, not egg yolk. You catch Millie watching you several times. You wink at her and she blushes. Your dad cannot keep his eyes off your mom. Breakfast is a pleasant, quiet affair.
"Okay, {FIRST_NAME}. You get to go outside and check on a few things. The solar panels, the propane tanks, and the water reservoir. Take Millie with you so someone is always on the lookout." You nod at him, and Millie seems excited, but you're not sure whether that is because of going outside or being with you alone. You don't know what she's seen and heard.
"Tracy, please wash the dishes with your mother, then help me with the radio. I need someone to write stuff down for me while I search the airwaves. Dearest? Would you check the food reserves?" Everyone agrees.
You get up, thinking about going naked outside, and decide that a pair of shorts might be a better choice. You go get dressed. Just some tight short and sneakers. You meet Millie by the door outside. She's wearing a pair of jeans and a baggy shirt. You think she should wear less clothing.
"Okay, I'm unlocking the hatch now," you dad says from the main control area. You hear a loud *thunk* from the bolts sliding back quickly from the thick metal hatch. You walk up first and push the hatch open a crack, looking into the light for anyone nearby. Then the fresh air hits your nose and you almost pass out from the joy of it. Real air!
You open the metal door fully and climb out. Millie is close behind you. You close the hatch, noticing how it blends into the back lawn of your house like it wasn't there. Your dad did a great job in camouflaging the entrance to your bomb shelter. You are surrounded by eight foot evergreen trees. You seem to remember Dad saying arbavita or something Latin like that. It just looks like a cluster of trees until you get in the middle and search for the handle on the door. Even then, unless it's unlocked, someone would have a lot of work ahead of them to get inside.
You look at Millie, who has a look of joy on her face, eyes closed just breathing in the fresh air. Even with the carbon scrubbers your dad installed, the air down below is a little rank of stale sweat.
You can't help it; you grab her around the waist, making her squawk, and you swing her around in the circle of trees, just to hear her giggle and feel her squirm in your grasp. You've done exactly this since she was a year and a half old and you were four. You twirl until you get a little dizzy, and then fall to the ground. She laughs in a heap on top of you. Again, you can't help it -- you get a hard-on. She's looking at you with her laughing eyes. She's very pretty and she doesn't know it.
"You haven't done that to me for a few years. I'm just glad to get out of that thing and into the fresh air."
Your erection is pressing into her belly. You're not sure if you want to her to notice or not.
"The look on your face was priceless." You grin at her.
Her smiles fades to neutral when she says, "So, tell me, now that no one is around. Did you have sex with Tracy this morning? I thought I heard something, and then I saw her getting out of your bed." She doesn't look mad or anything.
How do you respond?
