by Leela Ash
In the end, they'd compromised and Liam had been placed in the barn until he turned fully. His mind was already gone and so they had attached the rope to his leg so they lead him outside to spend eternity guarding their property when the time came. It was a sad day. It was even harder because Britney's grandmother was just as gone in her own world, so Brittany was left to grieve without any family.
He could hardly blame her for being upset. She had no one left from her old life. He knew what that was like. He had been lonely and by himself for a long time before she showed up, and now it was just the two of them. Sure, her grandma was still alive, but in some ways she was like a zombie herself. This hardly seemed the time, but for some reason, he suddenly felt free to see her as a sexual being. With her brother around, Robert had still felt governed by the old ways. It would have felt weird coming onto a girl like her with her brother right there, seeing the whole thing. But now that he was gone, he realized it was just the two of them and that all the old societal norms were gone. It was almost like they were back two hundred years when marriages of convenience were the norm. He also had to admit, now that he really let himself look, she was hot as hell.
He had heard that in times of death, people were inclined to have sex to celebrate the fact they were still alive. He felt a little ashamed to be thinking along these lines now, but he was a man, after all. He couldn’t help it.
But then he vividly remembered his wife's funeral and suddenly the last thing on his mind was sex. The grief had been overwhelming. Britney appeared awash with the same remorse and pain that Robert felt back then with his wife, and maybe that was why he felt obligated to stay by her side. Maybe somehow by helping her through this time, he was able to heal his own heart. So, for whatever reason, he sat with her as the hours passed. It was somewhere in that time, during the few days that it took her to let go of her brother, that Robert realized his love for her.
Chapter 5
Britney knew what she wanted and what she had to do. Robert wasn't going to take the initiative. He was too much of a gentleman. It was obvious from the way he looked at her, and all the little kindnesses he showered on her, that he cared for her in more than a passing fashion. They had become steadily closer since her step-brother turned, but they still had maintained the old relationship. She had actually tried to snuggle up to him on a few occasions, but he pretended to not notice. But she could see that his resolve was breaking. There was still a little distance between them, but it was the barest separation. She knew that it would not take much from her to break through his stoic demeanor and get him to comfort her in the way she really needed to be comforted at this point. She just hoped he could let go of all those ideas about appropriateness and the age gap. Who really cared now? They were probably the only ones alive for one hundred miles in all directions. Times had changed, and besides, she really needed to get laid.
As she lay snuggled in his arms, Britney pressed her face into his chest. She let her fingers toy with the buttons of his shirt. At first Robert thought it was nothing more than a subconscious fidgeting on her part, but her deft, delicate fingers popped open each button to reveal his solid, hairy chest. He could feel the pace of his heartbeat increase and hoped the thumping in his chest wasn't too obvious to her.
Britney could hear his breathing becoming more rapid. Rather than stroke his masculine chest, her hand went straight to the instrument she was after. She smoothed her hand firmly over the crotch of his jeans. Robert was already getting hard as she rubbed her breasts against him. As the palm of her hand rubbed over his hardening cock, he could feel himself growing and straining against his zipper. Britney stroked firmly and gripped the outline of his hard on.
Aware she'd just lost her step-brother, Robert was wary of her vulnerable emotional state, despite how desperately he wanted to have sex with her. Britney, on the other hand, was determined to have this silver-haired fox. Twisting her head so that she could cast her eyes downward to his groin, Britney undid the belt buckle of his jeans. Robert inhaled deeply and held his breath as he watched her pull the leather belt apart. She was on a mission. As soon as the belt was open, her hand freed the button and tugged the zipper down. Robert wanted to groan with relief. The full length of his erection was finally able to spring free from his snug jeans.
It had been years since he'd been touched by a woman. There hadn't been anyone since the death of his wife five years earlier and even then in the last year of their marriage she'd been too ill for sex. Britney was barely legal and seemed enthralled by his engorged prick. Of course the whole concept of “legal” was quickly fading into memory. He was momentarily embarrassed by his tighty whities, thinking them an unfashionable, unflattering sign of his age. Britney did not even notice as she was fascinated by how thick and long his cock was. Pressing her hand to his erection, she could feel the blood pumping through it as she traced its shape through his underpants.
Slithering down the bed, Britney stopped near his crotch. Robert closed his eyes, letting her take the lead. Britney pressed her face against his briefs and inhaled deeply. The scent of the clean underpants with the musk of masculinity was going to make this an enjoyable experience. She could feel his pulsating prick as it pressed against her cheek. Instinctively, she peeled down the elastic of his pants to give herself the full visual of his middle-aged hard-on.
She was shocked by the size of it. With little experience in sex, she wasn't exactly sure how she'd cope with the fat nine inches. Britney knew in order to secure a permanent place in Robert's heart and his home, she was going to have to go the distance. She actually wanted to anyhow. She had grown to appreciate his rugged strength and underlying gentle nature.
She'd never had a man's cock in her mouth before. Tentatively, Britney let her tongue flick over the slit in Robert's helmet. She caught the glossy drip of pre-cum and was surprised by how sweet the taste of the transparent liquid was. Without thinking, her mouth widened to imbibe the head of his dick to suck hard for more nectar. Robert flinched at how forceful her mouth was with its suction. Finally letting his eyes lower, he took in the blonde hair tousled by his crotch as the youth began to examine her first cock close up.
Releasing the top of the rod from her mouth, Britney was able to see how strong and proud the erection was. Moved purely by instinct and desire, she began to let her tongue lick the underside of the shaft from base to tip. She licked all around the rod. Satisfied that he was naturally lubed, Britney gripped the prick firmly. Her cherry colored lips parted. Hungry for more, she shoved her tongue into the slit and delved deep. Robert groaned aloud as she began to slip him in her mouth. It wasn't until she began easing his length in inch by inch that Robert started dripping again. He was so thick, Britney struggled to take him in, but she liked the feel of him filling her mouth – then filling her throat. Her head began to bob as she sucked and let her tongue swirl around the dick embedded in her mouth. Robert jerked his hips, wanting to go deeper. Unfamiliar with the action and frightened by the sheer size of him, Britney gagged and dislodged him, tears streamed down her face from the sudden invasion of his prick. Frightened she may have upset him, Britney set about licking his balls. She lapped at them like a thirsty dog, her tongue slapping against them. Britney had always thought it was such a sensitive area of a male that it was best avoided, but she took them in her mouth.
For Robert the warm, wet sensation of her mouth taking in his balls was exquisite. Her mouth was full and as she almost swallowed them down, the sensation teetered on the line separating pain from pleasure. Robert let her continue massaging his balls with her mouth and let his hand roam to his cock to work it at the same time.
Frightened he'd peak before he fucked her, Britney stopped and slithered back up. As she straddled him, her hands ran over his chest. She could feel his cock nestled between her legs. Raising her arms, she removed the tight tank top she'd been wearing.
Robert's eyes widened at the fact that her young breasts were firm and pert and didn't requ
ire a bra. He wanted to be gentle, but lust was beginning to consume him. The sight of her nipples hardening in the cool air of the bedroom was too much. He could no longer deny himself the pleasure of her small, apple-sized breasts. He reached out and cupped her right breast. It fit his hand perfectly. He squeezed it and watched Britney squirm in pleasure. Taking the apricot colored nipple between his finger and thumb, he pinched it and was thrilled when Britney whimpered.
Assured that sex was exactly what the eighteen year old wanted, Robert unleashed his carnal urges. He straightened up to a sitting position, allowing his mouth to locate her other nipple and suckle it. His arms tightened around her slight figure. Britney pushed his shirt off him and clung tight to his naked torso as he continued feeding on one breast while caressing the other. She tipped her head back and began to moan. Robert released her tit and ran a trail of kisses between her cleavage and up her slender neck until he found her mouth. The second their lips melded, he realized he'd found a state of pure bliss.
His tongue pressed into her mouth, exploring deeply. Britney let him discover her mouth and was surprised to feel a burst of wetness from between her legs in excitement as to what was going to happen next.
Robert grabbed her wrists, and in a swift movement, twisted his body so that Britney was now pinned beneath his. Her arms were raised above her head as he held both wrists with one hand. His free hand fumbled around down south as he tried to incline her to spread her legs. Eventually he was able to place himself between her thighs. Unable to pace himself, Robert ground himself against her. The dry humping quickly had Britney soaking wet and wanting the real thing.
With their mutual frustration at a peak, Robert released her from his grip. His hands went to her knees to raise them. Her cotton shorts were a pastel pink and Robert's keen eye could see the material around her pussy was darker in color. He pulled at her shorts as Britney struggled out of them. He shoved his mouth to the wetness of her panties. She could feel his hot breath right through the cotton of her panties. He snuffled round, enjoying the taste and smell of her soaking briefs. His teeth were latching onto the elastic of the inner leg of her underwear, and he tore them down. The vision of her glistening cunt forced Robert to dive straight in. His tongue plowed into her slit as his nose rubbed against her slippery clit.
Britney had never had a man pay oral attention to her pussy and she writhed in ecstasy. Robert flattened his tongue and took long licks from her slit to her clit. Roughly his arms reached around her legs to pull her firmly down on his face. A cry escaped from her as Robert's long tongue pushed into the entrance of her cunt. He couldn't remember the last time he'd so enjoyed tasting pussy, but Britney was divine. He tongue fucked her, pushing his tongue in as deep as it could go and then withdrawing it.
Remembering her age and potential lack of experience, Robert slowed his tongue and stopped piercing her slit and instead let his tongue tease her engorged bud. He brushed over her clit and circled around it, taking time to enjoy Britney's body responding to him. Clamping his teeth onto her clit, he sucked hard until she was thrashing in the bed, screaming in the throes of orgasm. As she peaked, he shoved three fingers straight into her cunt. Turning and twisting his wrist as he finger fucked her prolonged the orgasm until Britney was begging for mercy.
Robert was content that she'd leave his bed wanting more, but was determined to find his own climax. Licking the fingers that were covered in her pussy juice, he knew that her swollen plump lips were a sign that her pussy was ready for more. More animal than man, he bit the plump pussy lips to give the girl an additional frisson of excitement.
Kneeling up, he dragged Britney toward him; placing her legs over his shoulders. The position gave him a good view of her slit and he planted the head of his manhood straight in. Britney squealed as her entrance was forced to expand to accommodate Robert's girth. Rather than ravish the girl, he allowed her a minute or two to get used to his thick dick. Very slowly, he worked his way inch by inch until his entire length was inside her. She wriggled and squirmed on his dick. He stopped himself from slamming into her. Frightening her with a massive cock would only make this a one-time occurrence, and Robert was awakening to the fact that he wanted, needed, more sex in his life.
When she'd finally settled, he began sliding in and out of her slowly. She gasped with each insertion and looked relieved as he rocked back and shallowed the penetration a bit. She was tight round his cock. Almost too tight. That heightened the joy he was deriving from fucking the eighteen-year-old cunt. Soon he increased the pace. Britney's face contorted with the effort of keeping up with the speedy, sensual glide.
He stopped close to the brink and took her legs from his shoulders. Taking an ankle in each hand he spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips were angry and red from the intercourse. Robert pulled his dick out completely and waited until Britney's breathing subsided.
As she smiled up at him, he plunged the full nine inches straight back into her tight pussy. Her eyes widened in surprise. Keeping her legs wide, Robert jerked his hips hard. He was thrusting into her fast and furiously.
“Touch yourself,” he requested.
Britney shook her head as she jiggled on the bed as a result of the pounding.
“Touch yourself,” he asserted more gruffly.
Britney's hand glided down her tanned, toned stomach and found her nub. She let her middle finger circle it. The vivid image had Robert slamming into her harder and harder. At the right time, he lowered his face and his lips caught hers in a kiss. Relieved at the more conventional missionary style, Britney wrapped her legs tightly around Robert as he grinded deeper into her. It felt as though her cunt was expanding, and as his body began shuddering and his moans increased, Britney knew he'd finally reached his climax. Robert felt his cum fill her up. He'd off-loaded a significant amount inside her. He was still reasonably hard so he left his cock in her as he held her tight. As he finally went soft, he rolled over to one side.
Britney could feel the wet, hot, sticky cum seeping from her pussy. It was between her thighs. She reveled in the feel of it in her body. In theory once was enough, but to keep Robert sweet, she was going to have to commit fully to being his partner. It was a commitment she was prepared to make.
Chapter 6
Love was a funny thing. When Robert had first discovered Britney and her family, he'd been extending a Christian hand. He was hoping that if either of his sons were still alive and in a similar situation, someone would open their homes to ensure their safety and survival as well.
He had thought Janet would be his one and only true love. It was easy to mistake the affection and adoration of an eighteen-year-old cheerleader as a mid-life crisis, but Robert's heart told a different story. Real honest-to-goodness love had come back to his house and made his world infinitely better.
He'd spent endless nights considering the turn of events. With seven billion people populating the earth, you could afford to be picky; you could afford to discard people without taking the time to get to know them. But when you went weeks without seeing people and knew the population was dwindling even further, suddenly the need to share a life with someone became much more important. The idea of finding a partner from such a small pool of people meant you didn't immediately reject someone because of a minor physical flaw or banal, irritating habit or some relatively minute difference of opinion.
Not that Britney was physically flawed in anyway. She was a goddess with her blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes and figure that could have easily modeled swimwear in the old world. She had no life experience and at times behaved a little like a princess. For the most part, though, she was devoted to her grandmother and Robert and worked hard to do her share of the work so they could survive and even improve their situation.
Robert actually discovered a new ability through all of this. He now focused on the positives of a person's personality and physical appearance. People were essentially looking for love and to be loved, and with that outlook, it was actually k
ind of easy to love. He fell in love with Britney. It was easy to. When he did the analysis, he figured that every person surviving these treacherous times was learning the same life lesson – that's why it was easy to believe Britney loved him back. He might not be young, but he was outdoorsy and fit. Robert knew he wasn't overly handsome, but there was something about his silver-hair, clear green eyes and masculine jawline that he knew appealed to Britney. She knew he was kind and generous and protective and family oriented, and those characteristics made him lovable in her eyes.
Robert was even able to learn to love Britney's grandmother, Peggy. Of course, she was a little nuts. Peggy believed she was still in 1940s America during the war. In fairness, Robert wondered if the current scenario didn’t have a few similarities with that time period. The annoying part about her version of reality was that she was continually berating Robert for dodging the draft. She did, however, respect farming and pulled her weight to the best of her ability by cleaning up and other simple tasks. At ninety-two, her mobility was limited, but she could still prepare meals and her eyes were sharp enough to mend clothes. Her contempt for Robert and his “yellow” ways never lasted too long. She had periods of relative clarity as well. In the evenings after having cooked a hearty meal, she was almost always happy to sit down and hear about his day and indulge in a little card sharking while Britney took a turn cleaning up.
Theirs had become a relatively content household, but Robert was worried that letting Liam free today could have some negative repercussions. Britney was deeply attached to her step-brother, which of course was understandable, but she seemed to have an unusually difficult time letting him go – even after death.
