Jessica and Morgan
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she shut them again, snuggling closer to the man next to her. Every morning Jessica had woken up grateful to feel his skin against hers and not to have to be wearing a sweater and two pairs of socks to keep warm at night. The building they lived in was secure, but it had no power, which meant no heat. To keep them warm, Morgan had lifted a bunch of thermal sleeping bags from a camping supply store and Jessica had taken them apart and sewn them into one huge double layer comforter. Then everyone climbed onto the biggest mattress they had and covered up with it in what Duane had offically dubbed the cuddle pile. Depending on when the last time was that anyone bathed, Cassie somtimes called it the stink pile and would try to sleep in her own bed. Some time during the night she would always get too cold and have to climb in, snuggling the warm body of her younger sister close to her.
During the winter, Cassie had become a woman, as her mother called it. She called it a disgusting mess. And she didn't want any babies, so as far as she was concerned this nasty period could go right back where it came from. As soon as it got warm enough, she had been given her own bed to sleep on, though she often got lonely or scared and crawled back in with her sister and Duane. Duane thought she was in her own bed because she might make a mess, he had no idea it was because her mother was worried that something might happen betweeen the two of them. When he had woken up and seen her laying with her sister he had been grossed out and told her to get out before she started bleeding all over. His father had taken him up on the roof after that and explained a few things to him. A few disgusting things. He didn't know what other boys liked, but having a girl bleeding nasty from her cootchie didn't make him want to put his thingy anywhere near her. He had informed his father of his feelings and the man had laughed. You will feel different when you get a little older. Duane wasn't so sure about that, but he just nodded his head while his father patted him on the back. Then the man had sent him down to apologize to Cassie.
Jessica lifted her head up, peeking through the slats in the small three panel room divider to make sure the kids were all still asleep, which they were. Then she lifted up, tilting her head back and leaving a little trial of kisses along Morgan's jawline, ending behind his ear. She ran her hand down his stomach and over the outside of his shorts, feeling the firm buldge under the fabric. Massaging him with her hand, she nibbled at his ear and blew on it, trying to wake him up. She propped her head up on her other hand, so she could get a look at his face. His eyes were still closed, but his lips were turned up in a tiny smirk. She leaned in and kissed him behind the ear again.
"Playing possum?," she whispered. Now she could feel his chest start to convulse with silent laughter. She resumed motion with her lower hand and felt the laughter stop. Then he let out a soft groan of enjoyment. Turning towards her slightly, he ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and over the curve of her hip. He filled his palm up with a generous helping of her ample backside, rubbing gently at first before gripping her firmly with both hands and sliding her on top of him. Clasping her with both hands, he squeezed as hard as he could without really hurting her and rocked his hips up to grind against her through the fabric of their clothes. She made one of her little mmmhhhmm noises that he knew meant she liked what he was doing and then she covered his mouth with hers, kissing him deeply.
Morgan noticed from the beginning that Jessica was different from his wife in many ways. But the biggest contrast by far was what she liked to do and be done to her when they were making love. He wasn't rude enough to comment on the matter, but he guessed Jessica had a lot more sexual experience than his wife had before he married her. His wife's idea of getting kinky had been to leave the beside lamp on while they had sex under the covers. And while she had been a willing participant, his wife had never initaited sex with him. She always waited for him to come to her. He had always thought he liked it that way and would be uncomfortable with a more sexually aggressive woman. But when he found himself in the position of being taken instead of doing the taking, he found he didn't mind it one bit. On the contrary, if felt good to know he was wanted and needed. And desired. How rough Jessica sometimes liked it took a little more getting used to. He had a hard time not feeling guilty when she woke up with bruises on her pale skin. She had laughed him off, didn't he know girls as white as her bruised up even you even breathed on them wrong. Got kicked by a horse once, now that left a bruise.
At first he had found Jessica to be emotionally cold and withdrawn. But as the winter wore on and he watched her with her girls, he had found she just prefered to show her emotions instead of talk about them. When he tried to talk to her about how he felt about her, Morgan could tell it made her uncomfortable. She would never tell him she loved him, but she did a million little things for him each day that led him to believe she had deeper feelings for him than she wanted to admit.
Now she was grabbing at her nightshirt, pulling it off over her head so she could wrap her arms around his neck and press her breasts into his face. He braced his hands against the mattress, trying to push them both up into a sitting position. She whipped off the blanket and stepped down onto the floor, partly so he could sit up without her weight on him, and partly because that would make it easier for her to push down the little pair of boy shorts she slept in. She let them drop to the floor and then stepped out of them, reaching up with her arms and getting a good morning stretch in. When she got up she always like to stretch out, it reminded Morgan of a cat. He finished kicked his own shorts off and swung his legs over the side of the bed, leaning back on his elbows.
She eyed his impresssive morning erection, raising her eyebrows when she looked at him. Rolling her shoulders a few times, she pretended not to be affected by what she saw. Then she pounced on him, biting playfully at his neck and shoulders, her hand between her legs, guiding him inside of her. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close. His hands moved up her back and then down again to grab at her hips, guiding her and keeping her movements slow. She rocked into him forcefully, pushing him back down onto the bed and holding herself up with her hands on his chest. Her back was arched, the dark pink tips of her nipples jutting out and bouncing with the force of her thrusts.
Then she slowed down her pace a little, sitting up and rocking her hips in a rotation. Her eyes closed, she was biting her lower lip and moving her arms up to cross them on top of her head, giving him a show. Then she rocked forward hard a few times, and he could feel her walls tighten around him, flooding with warmth. Moving slowly, she rode out the end of her orgasm and then climbed down and use her mouth to finish him off. It was her way of preventing pregnancy, and Morgan had to admit that he found it much more agreeable than using condoms. Especially when they didn't have any more left anyway. If this was normal life, he would have been more than happy to see a woman he loved as much as Jessica give him a child. But in the present circumstances, pregnancy was nothing short of a death sentence. He hoped one day they could find a safe place and have a normal life together.
With both their urges satisfied, Morgan swung his feet back onto the bed and moved over to make room for Jessica. He pulled the blanket back over them and held her close, telling her he loved her even though he knew she wouldn't say it back. She just kissed him and held him close, resting her head on his chest. She loved that Morgan always just gave her love, without demanding anything in return. But it also scared her. It seemed too good to be true. And in her experience, things that were too good to be true, usually turned out not to be so true after all.
"What's for breakfast?," Duane called out from where he was still laying in bed.
"Good morning to you too," his father called back, making Jessica laugh. She swore that damn kid had a hollow leg. A day long it was nothing but food food fucking food with him.
"Eat a granola bar," she suggested, "we are going hunting today." Morgan looked at her.
"All of us?," he asked. She shrugged. This meant her and the girls were going, but Morgan and Duane could tag along if they didn't make too much noise. Really Cassie was the most acomplished hunter of the group. But Jessica and Desiree were still better than the boys. Under Cassie's tutelage, they were getting better, and now could at least help with processing the animals, even if they couldn't shoot any. Missing a shot meant missing dinner, so there wasn't a lot of opportunity for the inexperienced hunters to practice. During the winter, they had set up a makeshift target up on the roof, where the kids liked to practice. Other then that they had spent their time playing cards and board games, eating the canned food that Morgan pilfered from local stores and houses.
Jessica was trying to decide between getting up and taking herself a little catnap when she felt Morgan's body stiffen up under her touch. He was out of bed quick as a rabbit, yanking on his clothes before she even heard it. Their alarm system consisted of a bunch of biters they had tied up around town with bells and tin cans tied to them. If anything alive came through, they made a horrible racket.
"Its probably just another stray dog," Jessica declared. They had not seen a single person all winter.
"Lets catch this one," Duane suggested, "and keep it as a guard dog."
"Lets catch it and eat it," Jessica said with laugh at what she guessed the boy's face looked like.
"You can't eat a dog," Duane insisted.
"They do it in China all the time," Cassie informed him. His face was classic. "I bet they taste just like chicken," she added. Morgan had enough of the joking around.
"In case its not a dog," he said, "I want everyone up and dressed right now." He had a bullet proof vest on and pulled a mask over his face. His tone reminded Jessica that there really was danger out there, and she got up and started pulling her clothes on. "Put a vest on," he reminded her. She nodded. Morgan was out the door and heading for the roof while she was still zipping her pants. It was when she started strapping her gun on that she heard the shots. Now the kids were scared.
"Make sure your guns are loaded," Jessica barked at them, "Cassie with me, Duane and Desiree stay here." Cassie grabbed her bow and followed her mother. They saw Morgan fly by down the stairs. He ran out the side door and into the building next door. Jessica and Cassie went out, but stayed in the alley, edging closer to the street to try and get a look at whoever was out there. Jessica peeked round the corner just in time to see Morgan get shot.