The group winding down, Joe and his lovely ladies make their way back to his tent.
Stepping inside, they each began to strip. Joe down to his boxers, the ladies down to panties exposing their chests.
Smooth, pale skin unblemished.
Joe layed down, the ladies followed, nestling on each side.
Their heads rested on his shoulders. A peaceful silence filling the tent.
The silence ceased when Andrea reached down and pulled Joe's cock free of his boxers. He let her continue, jerking him slowly, his dick hardening.
Amy feeling the movement looked over, wanting some of his attention.
She quickly sat up, pushing her tit towards his face. Joe opening his mouth, latching onto her nipple.
He swirled his tongue around slowly. Amy releasing soft moans. John's hand moved to her panty covered pussy.
Pushing them aside, he rubbed her smooth folds. Amy's moans increased in volume, shaking her hips slowly.
Andrea feeling neglected said, "Me too!"
Joe looked over at her pouting face. Moving his other hand to Andrea's pussy. Her panties were drenched.
Joe smacked her ass lightly, causing a slight moan, her hips shifting enough for him to pull down he panties. His fingers exploring her inside, he slick folds clamping onto his finger firmly.
Joe's attention shifted when Amy removed him from her chest, moving to straddle him. Amy exclaiming, "Me first."
Andrea pouted slightly but guided Joe's cock towards Amy's sopping slit.
Amy lowered her hips slowly, groaning in discomfort. A few tears lining her cheeks.
Joe put his hands at her sides and sat up.
Laying her down under him. He realigned his cock before pushing in slowly.
Andrea comforting hers sister with kisses, distracting her by swapping saliva.
Joe massaged Amy's navel, a faint outline of his cock visible.
Andrea looked down, "Your halfway there!"
Amy gasping in shock, "Halfway!" She stared down, "I can't take this."
She looked at him, a determined gleam. "Shove that fat cock all the way in!"
Andrea was shocked at her sister's potty mouth.
John merely smirked before pulling back slightly before...
Smack!
Slamming into her pussy, the tip of his dick greeting her cervix, his balls smacking her ass.
Amy groaned half pain, half pleasure. Gasping, her back arching.
Andrea moved behind her, hugging her from behind. Fondling her smooth breasts, kissing her neck.
Seeing her catch her breath, Joe began to move in and out slowly. Amy releasing high pitched squeals, unable to handle the pleasure just yet.
His hands sinking into the soft flesh at her hips. Amy cried, "I'm cumming!"
Joe increased his tempo, feeling his own climax edging closer.
Amy screamed, "Agh... Cum inside!" Andrea pauses in shock.
Joe didn't hesitate, slamming in as hard as he could. Cum pouring out in spurts.
He pulled out, Andrea panicked. She moved down and starts to suck the cum out of her sister.
When she finished, she slapped Joe.
Joe was slightly confused.
She yelled, "What the hell! You just came in her. What if she gets pregnant?"
He pauses for a moment, a small smile forming. "What else?"
Andrea starts to cry, " How could you do that? Bring a child into this twisted world?"
Joe hugs her, kissing her neck. He says, eyes sharp, "Easy... I kill anything that so much as tries anything... Without hesitation!"
Andrea stops crying abruptly, his firmness stirring something in her groin.
She lunges onto him, shoving his cock into her pussy and moving up and down with perfect rhythm.
Joe looks over at Amy, she was passed out. A small smile on her face.
Andrea draws his attention when she grabs his wrists and presses his hands against her tits.
Joe squeezes roughly, the large flesh mounds compressing. Andrea continues grinding against him.
Joe pushes her stomach softly, guiding her down. Now above he thrust deeply, Andrea crying out, "Faster!"
He liftsher by the hips, her legs wrapping around him. Slamming forward as fast as he can, moving in and out.
Andrea couldn't handle it, placing a hand at his navel and trying to push him back.
She was unsuccessful, uncontrolled moans escaping her mouth.
It was likely that the rest of the campers had been awakened.
Leaning down, he takes a nipple into his mouth. Biting down, he felt her folds clench even tighter.
Noticing a trend he flips her onto her stomach and lines his cock up teasing her before slamming in.
Andrea gasping, the feeling completely different from before. Joe pumps in and out, lifting his hand high. Swinging down.
Slap!
Andrea's pussy clenched, some liquid gushing out. She spasmed under him, Joe didn't give her any respite. He continued to pump until he felt a familiar pressure.
He leaned down, asking her, "Where do you want it?"
Andrea responded instantly, "Cum inside me. Fill me completely... Amy's baby needs a sibling!"
Joe laughs slightly, pushing in deep. His cum shooting out seconds later. He lay down on her back for a moment.
Panting together, he kisses her cheek softly. Rolling off of her he pulls her into his side, pulling Amy to his other side.
Andrea passing out seconds later.
Joe looked at each of them, pulling the covers up over them.
Closing his eyes, minutes later.
...
Joe heard the faint shuffle of footsteps.
Focused, he listened. They weren't erratic like walkers. No they were too measured.
He slipped out from under the covers and grabbed his knife. Quietly stepping out of the tent, he scanned the camp.
Nothing looked out of place. He moved silently between tents, eyes sharp.
Still nothing.
Reaching the RV, he noticed the guard post on the roof was empty. Something... was wrong.
A soft step behind him... too close.
He spun, just missing a blade meant for his throat. Steel whistled past as he ducked, then slashed forward.
The attacker dodged, but Joe pressed in, ramming a boot into the man's knee. The intruder staggered into the dim light.
Light-skinned. Hispanic. Young.
The man reset his stance and lunged. Joe shifted, locking the knife under his arm, and smashed an elbow into the attacker's throat.
The body crumpled to the ground.
He stomped down on the man's leg.
Crunch!
Joe went into the RV and returned with a bundle of rope.
He bound the man's arms and legs tight, then hoisted him up onto the cleaning table, tying him off overhead.
Hogtied and unconscious.
A full sweep of the camp revealed no other threats. But as the adrenaline drained, he felt a damp sting at his ribs.
Pulling back his shirt, he saw a thin slice along his side... just a graze.
In the storage room, he found gauze and peroxide. He tried reaching the wound, but couldn't quite get to it.
He headed for Rick's tent.
"Rick," he called, voice low.
A minute later, Rick stepped out, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "What's up?"
Joe pointed behind him. Rick followed his finger, then froze when he saw the hogtied man dangling from the rig.
"Who the hell is that?"
Joe exhaled. "Not sure. But back in Atlanta, we figured out it wasn't as abandoned as we thought."
"You think he's a scout?"
Joe nodded. "Our guard's gone. Most likely dead."
Rick's eyes dropped to the blood on Joe's side. His expression darkened. "Yeah. You're probably right."
Joe gestured to the wound. "Anyway, that's for the morning. Mind patching me up?"
Rick nodded and quickly cleaned and dressed the cut.
Joe gave a tired nod of thanks and headed back to his tent.
Rick called after him with a smirk, "Don't have too much fun!"
Joe snorted and waved him off.
Inside the tent, he slipped between the two warm bodies waiting for him. His muscles relaxed. His eyes closed.
Sleep took him fast.
...
The next morning.
Joe woke up nestled between two warm bodies. Amy and Andrea were already awake, chatting softly about their plans for the day.
He smiled and kissed the top of each of their heads. They both lit up at the gesture.
Amy's brow furrowed. "What happened to your side?"
She moved closer, gently inspecting it. Andrea leaned in, just as curious.
Joe sighed. "Last night... someone tried to sneak into camp."
They both gasped.
"It's a good thing you were awake and able to hear him," Amy said. Andrea nodded.
Joe ran a calming hand through their hair.
They were still completely nude, unbothered by it... possibly even carrying his children at that very moment.
Joe stood and looked for clothes. Finding none, he slipped on a pair of boxers and stepped outside, retrieving his bag from where he'd left it.
Amy and Andrea were the first to dig through it, pulling out matching yellow dresses.
He watched them step into them, the fabric hugging their forms.
Joe dressed in a black shirt and jeans, giving each woman a kiss before they all stepped outside.
The women joined a group nearby. One woman said something that made Amy blush and Andrea smirk, her hands painting exaggerated gestures in the air.
He joined a circle of men gathered around a stranger. The vato he'd caught last night.
Joe pushed through. The others made way.
He smacked the man lightly. "¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?(What are you doing here?)" he asked fluently.
The man looked startled. Several others blinked in surprise.
Glenn let out a low whistle. "Is there anything this guy can't do?"
He and Morales laughed. Glenn faked a limp and headed toward the food line.
Joe turned back to the stranger. "Where do you live? Why did you come?"
The man stayed silent.
Joe's patience thinned. He pulled a knife, pressing it gently to the man's throat.
The others tensed.
Joe pressed harder. A thin red line appeared. "Start talking. There's no reason to keep you alive otherwise."
The man began to sweat. Still silent.
With a sigh, Joe kicked over the chair, dragging the man across the gravel by his collar.
He stopped in front of a water barrel, forcing the man's head under.
Joe only let him up when his struggles started to weaken. He repeated the process several times.
A few men moved forward, but Joe's glare stopped them cold.
Someone had fetched Rick. He arrived just as Joe dunked the man again. The stranger gasped for air, only to be shoved back under.
Joe finally let him up, throwing him to the ground.
"Where's your group?! What's your purpose?!"
No answer.
Joe straddled the man's chest and raised his knife to the man's eye.
"Last chance."
Still nothing.
Joe drove the knife in.
The man screamed, stunned Joe had followed through. Rick grabbed Joe's wrist mid-motion.
"Not here," he whispered.
Joe looked around. People were watching, disturbed.
He pulled the knife free, then dragged the man... kicking and screaming into the woods.
When Joe returned, his hand was bloody. No one spoke. But no one stopped him, either.
They all knew they couldn't let the man go, and they couldn't waste supplies keeping him alive.
Dale protested. "This isn't right. We can't just kill people!"
Joe tossed his knife at Dale's feet. "I just did."
He walked off, calm and silent, stopping at a bucket and washing the warm blood from his hands.
Heading for the makeshift school where Sophia and some other kids sat.
He helped them work through simple math, some addition and subtraction.
He was patient and gentle, a far cry from the man who had just tortured someone minutes ago.
People stared, trying and failing... to understand the contradiction.
Rick huddled with Daryl and Glenn. They were his most trusted now.
Shane was still unconscious and likely wouldn't wake today. Even if he did, Rick didn't want to talk to him.
Lori had confessed. She and Shane had been together long before the world fell apart.
Rick was crushed, but didn't let her see it.
He simply took Carl and moved to another tent. The boy thought it was just a typical parental fight.
One of the women... formerly a nurse said that Shane had a concussion and might have internal bleeding.
They wouldn't know if there was brain damage until he woke. He might not even remember the world had ended.
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Joe had just helped Sophia and Maria with a tricky question when he spotted Amy and Andrea walking up the gravel path, arms full of fish, more than he'd caught the day before.
A small crowd gathered to thank them. The women beamed with pride. Joe couldn't help but smile.
He was pulled from his thoughts when Sophia tapped his leg. "I'm tired. Can we go play now?"
The other kids perked up, bouncing with energy. Joe looked over at Anna and Janet, the volunteer teachers.
They sighed and nodded.
Joe stood. "Yeah. That's enough for today."
The kids whooped and scattered. A five-year-old smacked Joe's leg on the way out.
"Tag! You're it!"
Joe gave chase, their laughter echoing across the camp.
Onlookers smiled. Amy and Andrea absentmindedly rubbed their bellies.
One of the women noticed. "Oh my God... are you two?..."
Andrea shook her head quickly. "No…"
Amy hesitated. "Well... he did finish inside."
A chorus of gasps followed.
"You let him?" one woman asked.
Amy nodded. "I asked him to."
Andrea added, "And hers needed a sibling."
Laughter broke out.
Maria shook her head. "You sisters are crazy."