What They Don’t Know: Part 1 (Daddy/Daughter/Survival)

Thirty-four months after surviving the big war, and things are not looking up.

Even the weather.

Summer should’ve started weeks ago. And while the snow finally passed, the cold temperatures remained. In fact, the weather seems to be getting more extreme with every month.

And tonight, it’s especially cold. I can barely feel my limbs as I shiver in one of the four beds that came prepared with the bunker. Sarah is close-by, probably just as cold as I am. With five blankets each and all our clothes on, it’s like the cold can cut through anything.

It doesn’t help that we haven’t been eating much lately. Growing food is hard enough with the strange conditions, but the moment someone spots cultivated land, they purge the nearby area. The logical conclusion is that someone is storing food, shelter, or even weapons nearby. Thus, you become a target when you try to feed yourself.

If I had a gun right now…

“Touch me, daddy.” My daughter’s voice calls out to me.

“Princess? Why aren’t you in bed? It’s freezing.”

But it doesn’t look like she minds the cold, because she barely has any clothes on.

I rub my eyes to make sure I’m seeing clearly, and as sure as I’m shivering, Sarah’s only wearing her underwear.

“Sarah, what’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” I inquire with panic as I sit upright.

This is when she steps closer and crawls under the covers, before she sensually straddles me.

“I asked you to touch me, daddy.” She says innocently with her warm body settling on top of mine. “There’s nobody around.”

And for some reason, I can’t bring myself to push her off.

I know I should.

But I can’t.

It’s the first time in so long I feel the blood rushing to my cock, so I let her sway on top of me. She gently falls from side to side, teasing my cock with her distinct mound.

“This isn’t right, Sarah. You shouldn’t-”

She leans forward and shushes me with her slender finger.

“We both need this, daddy. You know that.”

As she reaches inside my pants, I wake up from the nightmare in a cold sweat. My heart is pounding while I search for Sarah, fast asleep like I knew she’d be. Then I notice my raging cock, and how the idea of Sarah only makes it harder.

We have to get out of this fucking bunker…

***

“Let’s go back.” Sarah suggests, halfway towards one of the more stable communities I’ve managed to track down on one of my several risky trips.

“You know we can’t.” I tell her, wishing it wasn’t true. But after the most lucid dream of her, we have no other choice. It’s a sign I’m losing it.

“Maybe there’s another way we can get food?”

“Sarah, we’ve been over this. And the last time we tried growing something, we almost lost the bunker. Remember? There’s just too much risk staying there, if we don’t die of hunger first.”

“Well, maybe I prefer dying of hunger.”

Sarah isn’t the sparkling little girl she used to be, and even though I didn’t start all the chaos that left us in this shitty position, I feel partly responsible for her permanently depressed state.

And let’s not forget the huge amount of guilt I’m carrying around for something I didn’t even do.

“Or, maybe, you’ll make some friends. Who knows? There might even be a nice young guy, just waiting to steal your heart.” I don’t know why I’m trying to make her smile, when all I want is to die of hunger myself.

She doesn’t respond, and I didn’t expect her to, so we keep walking in silence. The fear of not knowing what’s really waiting behind the gates of that community is getting to both of us, but Sarah’s lack of motivation bothers me more.

Being ripped from a life where she had such big hopes and dreams, only to get dumped in a nightmare, littered with individuals who are living out their darkest fantasies in the wake of possible extinction – it’s not a transition that leaves you unscathed.

Instead, it damaged her on levels she didn’t deserve, by any means. And as much as it hurts because she hardly smiles anymore, I probably smile less than she does these days.

“You think they’ll like us?” Sarah breaks the silence as we start to close the final distance.

“You? Definitely.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“But it’s all that matters. If they don’t like me, tough shit.”

Another silence follows, and we hesitantly scale the hills that hide the old town. It’s a miracle the place survived that majestic war, as well as those who run around and freely grab whatever they can get. I’m guessing the population used to be bigger, but I can’t say for sure.

What I can say with certainty is that I’m feeling less comfortable the closer we get.

On my scouting trips, all I think about are the technical stuff, like how the community is surviving and whether they like human sacrifices. What I don’t think about is what it will be like to knock on the door and actually going inside.

“Do you really believe there is something better waiting out there?”

“Well, it’s a pretty small town. So I don’t think you should expect too much…”

“That’s not what I mean. I mean out there…and far away from here. And don’t give me some bullshit answer this time. I deserve the truth by now.”

Questions. Sarah’s got a million of them after she puts the first one out there. And this particular question isn’t new. She just rephrases it differently, and probably takes note if my answers stay consistent.

“Honestly? The truth? I have no idea. But I do know that people go through those gates and stay alive afterward.” I nod towards what will hopefully be a safer place to feel depressed in.

It’s hard to motivate someone when you have no hope left. Because I know, in my heart of hearts, that nothing remains of the outside world. I stayed up to date with the news, I saw the tension escalate. It was clear that none of the countries were prepared to hold back anymore, resulting in a 15-minute warning to pack any survival gear you have, and to get the fuck out of the city or town you were in.

Besides, it’s been three years already. If there was a country that survived, it wasn’t interested in claiming its victory ground. And it’s not surprising.

It’s a fucking wasteland.

The only beauty I can see is walking right next to me, and I still can’t give her a reason to get up tomorrow morning without lying through my teeth.

“You’re assuming I want to meet a guy. What if I want a girl?”

Sarah surprises me. Not with her questions. But in the light-hearted way she puts it.

“I’m sure there will be girls too.” I can’t help grinning.

“And what if I like boys and girls?”

She teases with a hint of playful banter, while looking absolutely amazing.

“Honey, with that gorgeous smile, you can make just about any creature fall in love with you.”

“You’re just saying that.” Sarah blushes at my comment.

“I’m serious. You’re model material, and you’ve got more brains than anyone I know.”

“And how many people do you know, exactly?” She acts insulted, and actually jokes about our hopeless fate.

“You know what I mean.” I gently push her shoulder and get her to giggle.

“Yeah. You’re saying I’m an idiot, and you want to make it sound like a compliment.” She pushes back, but before we can really enjoy our game, we’re stopped by three armed men.

We didn’t notice them coming out of the woods thanks to the first remotely fun moment we’ve had in months, and they don’t appear very friendly. In fact, they are wearing tactical gear. Their weapons are modern, along with their clothes. And I’ve never seen them from where I typically scout the place out.

“You are about to trespass on private property, controlled by Gov. Marshal P. Adams. Please turn back or state your purpose.” The guy in the middle points out like a trained robot. Even his demeanor appears stiff and programmed, like he’s not really breathing.

“We would like to talk to Gov. Marshal about permanent residence within the settlement.” I feel obligated to replicate the scripted way the guard speaks, hoping it will help our chances of getting in.

“We’ll need to check if you are armed first.”

Sarah is incredibly nervous, which I can see in the careful way she peers at me.

“We only have some clothes and these knives.”

We open our backpacks and pull out our rusty blades.

“A detailed search has to be performed.” The guard insists.

“How detailed are we talking about?”

I get my answer when the two silent guards step closer to frisk us, before throwing the little we have in our backpacks on the dirt at our feet. They don’t say anything. They just nod to the one that seems to hold the higher ranking as they step back into their diamond formation.

“Have you been part of other settlements before approaching the New World Odyssey?” The guard asks what sounds like more scripted protocol.

“No. We’ve been alone since the war.”

“Fine. Follow us.”

Satisfied that we won’t pose an immediate threat, the guards lead us the rest of the way. The big and heavy metal gates, supported by a makeshift barricade of old steel and wood, open up as we approach. And it takes no less than four more guys to get it open.

When you haven’t been in a crowd for so long, it can make a small group like the New World Odyssey community feel like the big fucking city. It seems like everyone was notified that strangers were on the way, and without all the entertainment that used to be around, they probably couldn’t wait to see some new people.

Some of the faces are smiling, while others glare at us like we’re aliens from another planet. Some are old, some are young, and weirdly enough, most of the people here look pretty good. Considering that individuals these days aren’t nearly as worried about their appearance anymore, I’m very surprised as I look around me.

I don’t know whether to smile or glare back. Should I wave? Being on display like this has me on edge, and it doesn’t help that Sarah has casually clutched onto my arm, probably because she feels just as overwhelmed.

Then she looks at me like this is a big mistake.

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End of Part One

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/s4fnpe/what_they_dont_know_part_1_daddydaughtersurvival

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