Brown, Berengaria - Forbidden Future [Embrace the Future 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Berengaria Brown

  Embrace the Future 1

  Forbidden Future

  More than fifty years ago, wicked winds, carrying deadly diseases, swept across the land, and their ancestors fled to a protected valley. But now the easy-to-gather food and fuel are used up, and the people struggle to feed themselves. The goods their ancestors had brought with them are worn out, and life is hard trying to feed and provide for themselves.

  Zuri, Udo, and Tau love each other, but have to meet in the forest to make love. The people decide to go to the city to look for food and fuel. It’s Zuri who finds the ancestors’ truck and asks for a gift in return—that she, Tau, and Udo could be together. Their request is granted. Then everyone plans for the trip to the city. It’ll be very dangerous, but the three of them will be together. But will they find any food? Will they even survive?

  Genre: Futuristic, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Science Fiction

  Length: 21,075 words

  FORBIDDEN FUTURE

  Embrace the Future 1

  Berengaria Brown

  MENAGE AMOUR

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  FORBIDDEN FUTURE

  Copyright © 2012 by Berengaria Brown

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  DEDICATION

  For J1, J2, and L. The future is yours. Step out and claim it, and make it into whatever your dream is.

  FORBIDDEN FUTURE

  Embrace the Future 1

  BERENGARIA BROWN

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  He limped slowly up the long hill, leaning heavily on his cane. From time to time, he stopped, breathing heavily, but he always began walking again, a little slower perhaps, the cane digging deeper into the grass as he leaned harder on it, but he persisted all the way until he finally reached the top.

  When he arrived there, he rested both hands on the walking stick then lowered himself to the grass, dropping the last nine or ten inches onto his ass with a slight thump and an expletive.

  Dammit, I don’t know why I come here. It always makes my knees ache, and I always have to rest. Yeah, and getting up is always a bitch. Gonna be a helluva bitch again today.

  He smiled. He knew why he came. It was the only connection left to his childhood. A world long gone that almost no one else could remember. He was only fifty-eight years old. Not so old perhaps, but these days, few people lived past forty. Life was just too damn hard. He had a dim memory of attending an eightieth birthday party. For his grandmother? Or likely his great-grandmother. Who knew anymore? But what he did know, what he still saw clearly in his mind, was the crowd of really old people, people in their eighties, nineties even, who’d been at that party.

  Ah yes, it was more than fifty years ago though. Before everything had changed. Before…

  He looked around him, taking in the panoramic view he’d expended so much pain and energy to see. Every time he came there, he was aware it might be the last time. The last time he could look into the distance and see the high buildings of what had once been a city. It was crumbled now, ruined, with wild grasses growing up in the cracked buildings. With houses and apartment blocks fallen down over what had once been freeways.

  The people he lived with—or more accurately, the parents and grandparents of the people he lived with—had escaped from that big city and made their home here, next to a fresh-flowing river, in a lush valley where crops grew well. Where they were protected from the wicked winds that raced across the land, destroying houses and pushing down trees. Winds that for the first ten years had carried diseases that killed anyone exposed to them for too long. Winds that even now sent everyone scurrying indoors to shelter until they blew themselves out, even though no one had died from wind-borne diseases for many years now.

  No one knew exactly what had happened. He was much too young then to understand more than the desperate scramble to leave the city and travel as far and as fast as they could. Until they came to the valley, and there they stopped and hid and sheltered and stayed, building a new home.

  But he remembered the city and yearned for its conveniences. For lights that went on when he flicked a switch. For foods that stayed cold on hot days, and for the ability to heat and cook food in moments, instead of it taking hours. The young children thought his stories about his childhood were just stories since almost no one alive had lived in the city. But although he’d only been a child then, his mind was not deranged. His memories were clear. However, he’d learned not to speak of them anymore. So here he came to look, to remember, to wonder what the children growing up in the valley would have for their future. So much hard work to produce food and fuel, and so little time to appreciate anything of beauty. No time for joy or learning. What would their lives hold?

  As he
sat there, he came to a decision. He would insist on all the children being taught to read and write, would teach them himself maybe. Even though everyone’s days were full of the hard work needed just to stay alive, and fuel was much too scarce to be wasted lighting the village after dark, he would find a way to instill basic literacy in the newest generation. If they were ever to have time for leisure, ever to be able to provide more than the basic necessities, it would only happen through people trained to think of more than mere survival. People trained to appreciate beauty and learning. It was up to him. He would rise to this new challenge.

  * * * *

  Their clothes had been dropped haphazardly on the grass, and Udo had two fingers in Zuri’s anus, stretching her for his cock. Tau’s hands were on Zuri’s breasts, his lips moving across her neck and jawline as he kept her aroused and wanting them.

  But she always did want them. Udo was endlessly amazed at how she welcomed them both into her body whenever they had the opportunity to be alone with her, which wasn’t nearly often enough for his wishes. The meaning of her name was “beautiful,” and Udo had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Not that he’d seen all that many women, their village was not large, but Zuri far outshone all others, with her wild black curls and deep blue eyes, even though she was getting thinner from the never-ending work and the barely adequate food. After they’d fucked—always the most important item on his agenda!—they needed to talk about getting more food for their village. Everyone was always a bit hungry, and soon the need for a larger food source would become critical. But he couldn’t think about that now. All he could think about was getting his cock deep inside Zuri and fucking her brains out. And his, too.

  Zuri whispered, “Now. I’m ready now. I want you both right now, please.”

  Tau lifted her left leg high on his hip and thrust his cock deep into her cunt. Zuri wobbled a little with the force of his penetration, but Udo held her hips tightly until Tau was fully seated inside her then moved one hand to part her ass cheeks.

  His cock rested at her entry, and she nodded, so he thrust deep inside her, pushing hard past the outer ring of muscles, into her tight heat. Oh gods, she felt good. His dick damn near burst the moment he entered her. Her tissues gripped him just right, stretching around him as he slid in and out again, yet always clasping him firmly.

  He could feel Tau’s dick through the thin wall dividing her two channels, and that was almost enough to make him come as well. Knowing his best friend was feeling everything he felt made them closer, more like genuine partners than just friends. Udo wrapped his arm around Tau, pulling him and Zuri harder against his own body. Zuri’s spine pressed into his chest. Every little knob on her spine made a separate indentation in his chest, and that was as sexy as hell. Although seeing her grow round and less bony would be sexy, too. He could remember holding her hips last summer and reveling in the flesh there. Her breasts had been bigger then, too. Dammit, they had to find more food.

  But not now, not when he and Tau were slamming into her in a synchronized beat with each other, both in together, their cocks filling and spreading her walls, both out together. She was making cute, little moaning and panting noises, so he knew she was close. And his own dick was ready to burst, his spine already tingling in a way that warned him he couldn’t hold on much longer.

  Udo lowered his arm from Tau’s waist to his ass. He pressed his body harder into Zuri’s, hauling Tau an inch closer to him, then thrust his finger deep into Tau’s ass, twisting it to find his prostate gland and ping it.

  “Ahh,” groaned Tau, his strokes suddenly going ragged. Udo smiled and withdrew almost totally out of Zuri then slammed into her as hard and deep as he could. His orgasm rolled through him, and jet after jet of cum poured into Zuri’s ass. Her inner muscles gripped him tightly, and then he felt her body throbbing and rippling. She’d come. Good. He pumped into her again, releasing the last of his seed, then rested his head on her neck, kissing and licking her soft skin. She smelled good, a little sweaty, but mostly of the clean, earthy forest.

  Tau released her leg, and she stood upright between them, her cunt and ass still quivering around their cocks. “Gods, you’re good,” she whispered.

  “It’d be even better if we could do it every night in a bed,” said Tau.

  “It’s a big enough risk of me getting pregnant already. Every night and it’d be sure to happen,” Zuri answered.

  “Yeah, we need to talk about that. Banning sex to prevent more kids being born is stupid. Everyone’s going to break that rule and likely sooner rather than later. Not to mention the kids we have are going to keep growing and become adults that need more food anyway. So the question is working out how to increase our food supply in the valley, not kids or sex. We need to keep animals as well as grow grain and vegetables. The ban years ago on pet animals was another stupid rule. We don’t need pets as such, but we need to farm and harvest animals. None of us is getting enough meat for good health. We all need protein, and especially the kids need protein or they won’t grow healthy. A cup of milk each every couple days for the little ones is not enough.”

  Udo stopped, aware he’d just given a longwinded rant, but he felt really strongly about this. Not just the ban on sex and babies, but the lack of thought and planning for the future. The village leaders were reacting to the situation, not acting proactively to solve the problems.

  After more than fifty years of cropping, the valley, once so lush, no longer gave such abundant harvests even though they rotated their crops and left fields fallow one year in four. Also, the rabbits and other small animals in the woods had been hunted so heavily there were few left, and the ones that were had developed good instincts to avoid capture. Even the fish in the river were smaller and fewer than in years gone by.

  And that was not looking at the problem of fuel. The only time they could avoid cutting down trees to feed their fires now was when the wind blew them down. In the past, their parents had never cut down trees. There’d been plenty of dead wood. But that had all been used up long ago. People no longer had fires in their huts except in the depths of winter. This was another example of the village leaders reacting to the situation, instead of seeking a solution. And stupid, too. It was far too cold for the old and the very young not to have a fire, long before the snow started to fall.

  Zuri pulled her shirt and skirt on then slipped her feet into her shoes. “Do you think Old Luke’s stories are more than just stories? Do you believe we could find answers in the city?” she asked.

  “I do,” said Tau. “I used to listen to his stories all the time, and they were consistent. If he was making stuff up, the details would have changed, but they never did. The main problem would be that most of the stuff from there would be destroyed by now. I mean obviously there’d be lots of wood we could use for our fires, but how would we get it back? He spoke of huge trucks, but no one could drive them, not even him. Besides, they’d never work now, not after all these years.”

  “I don’t know. Not everyone would have left the city. People may still live there with all those things Old Luke talks about. Refrigeration and electric lights and trucks,” said Udo.

  “If people live there, won’t they attack us if we try to take their stuff? We’ll just end up in a war,” said Zuri.

  “Damn. That’s a point. We’d need to go to an area where no one lives now, so we were not stealing some village’s possessions or hunting in their fields,” said Udo, suddenly dispirited.

  “And before we go, we need to build a wagon to bring stuff back. It’s no use just a few men walking and taking only what they can carry. That’d be a total waste of time. But if we could keep the construction not too heavy, our four cows might pull a wagon for us.” Tau was looking excited now.

  “We must get back to the village. Are you going to say anything to the leaders?” asked Zuri.

  Udo pulled on his shirt and pants then shoved his feet into his shoes. “Not today, but soon. We really need to plan an ans
wer. The village can’t just keep going on as it is now. It’s not sustainable.”

  Chapter Two

  Food in the village was cooked, served, and eaten communally, and always had been, as far as Luke could remember. Although for many years, the villagers had been permitted fires in their own huts, and sometimes his mother had baked him treats such as cakes slathered in honey. He also remembered lying on his little bed, close to the fire, toasty warm on the coldest nights. Now, fires were only permitted in huts in the middle of winter, and his old bones ached almost all year round, despite his three thick blankets.

  Whenever the men chopped a tree down, they planted the seeds for two more, but trees took a mighty long time to grow, and despite rationing their fuel use, everyone could see the trees were being cut down faster than they were being replaced. Already a group of women was growing tree seedlings in a garden bed on the edge of the forest to try to speed up their growth.

  Luke looked at his empty bowl and sighed silently. Damn he was hungry. The long walk had built up an appetite. Normally the food allocated to him was fair enough. He was old and nowhere near as hungry as the young men and women who worked so hard all day long. But he was damn tired of never feeling full, of always wishing for more. And his belt was already on the tightest hole. Soon he’d have to get out his knife and cut a new hole or his pants would fall down.

  When he was small, people had always wanted to be thinner. But that was when there were evil, but delicious things like ice cream and chocolate. His mother had missed not having chocolate once they’d come here. Personally he missed ice cream. He could barely remember the flavor now, but he could remember its cold smoothness sliding down his throat. Some hot days he craved the stuff. Right now he’d settle for a stale piece of bread to fill his belly. Not gonna happen, unfortunately. Food was scarce. Fuel was scarce. Simply keeping alive was taking all the villagers’ time and energy.