Cora (Love in the Apocalypse #2)

7. Cora

Chapter seven

Cora

I heard footsteps upstairs and quickly set aside my book to run up and watch them. After Derrick spotted me in the window and nobody came running inside, I thought maybe he didn’t see me like I thought he had.

When I got upstairs, I looked at the scene in front of me, feeling a little perplexed. Trent looked scared, and Remi touched him softly. From how he gazed at Trent, I could tell he cared for the man deeply. Something was wrong, but everyone looked uninjured, and Isaac and Derrick didn’t look concerned. I watched them move to the couch and cuddle up. Daddy and I used to cuddle on the couch and read like that; well, maybe not just like that, I thought as they kissed briefly.

Remi and Trent read together quietly, and every once in a while, when the thunder would sound outside, Trent would jump and stiffen. Each time he did, Remi silently stroked Trent’s chest soothingly. That must be Trent’s problem: he was afraid of storms. He’d like my bunker. You can’t hear the storms down there at all.

I decided to see what Derrick and Isaac were up to because as much as I was fascinated by these two men reading, I was curious to see what the other two were doing. I took a step, and my foot rubbed against one of the studs in the wall, making a slight noise. The sound was so soft that they wouldn’t have heard it usually, but considering they weren’t making any sound, it practically echoed around the room and immediately gained their attention.

They thought they had a mouse problem. I snickered to myself silently. They’d need an awful big trap to catch this mouse. Satisfied they weren’t on to me, I carefully made my way toward the kitchen, minding where I placed my feet, when Derrick came into the room.

Maybe he would liven things up. Plus, I was still nervous about him seeing me and hoped he might say something. When he suddenly shouted, I winced as the loud sound assaulted my ears. Well, shit. He did see me, but for the moment, nobody believed him. They leaned more toward me being a ghost than a real live person.

When they all got up and went into the kitchen, I ran downstairs quickly to get my meal. I brought it back upstairs and sat on the floor to eat with them.

“Do we have any bear jerky left?” Remi asked, looking around the table.

Derrick quickly snatched a bag from the table and clutched it to his chest. “Mine.”

“Seriously?” Remi snorted. He reached for the jerky but yanked his hand back when Derrick growled.

“Ok, fine, the bear jerky is yours. I’ll just eat one of the other animals,” Remi conceded, reaching for a different bag. “It’s a little weird how possessive you are over it, though.”

“It’s all we have left, and it’s the only jerky I can stomach these days,” Derrick replied. “We need to do something about that.”

“Well, why don’t I run out to the store in the morning and pick up a variety so you have options?” Isaac suggested.

They all laughed, and I joined in with them. It was good we could laugh about the end of the world as we knew it. Long gone were the days when you could just run out to the store for whatever you needed. Now, survival meant working for everything you had. If Daddy hadn’t prepared us for the fall of society, I’m not sure what I would have done.

That’s the nature of this world we’re in now, though. You discover what you’re made of, and only the strong will survive. I’m not sure if I’m strong enough for this world yet; I haven’t been tested. And as long as I never leave the bunker, I won’t have to be.

I heard the rain pick up and watched Trent closely to see if my suspicions about him being afraid of storms were correct. When he nearly broke the plates at the sound of thunder, I knew they were.

Remi guided him toward my bedroom, and I followed them out of curiosity. What were they going to do? My mouth fell open when Remi pushed Trent against the door and kissed him. They pawed at each other with growing passion, and I couldn’t make myself look away from the scene unfolding before me.

Their shirts came off first, then Remi dropped to his knees and reached for the button on Trent’s pants. Thanks to my brief foray into pornography, I knew what he was going to do. He gently tugged the pants down and helped Trent step out of them. All of this happened in my peripheral because I couldn’t take my eyes off the hard, angry-looking monster hanging between Trent’s thighs.

When Trent was fully naked, Remi ran his hands up his legs and over his muscular thighs as he dipped his head and teased the tip of Trent’s penis with his tongue. The sound Trent made was between a moan and a whimper, and it seemed to please Remi.

Remi’s hands continued their path upwards, grazing over Trent’s chiseled six-pack to his impressive pecs. He plucked at Trent’s nipples while nuzzling his shaft with his nose. “Tell me what you want, baby,” Remi whispered. “Tell me what you need.”

“Suck my cock, Rem. I need to feel your lips stretched around me,” Trent pleaded.

“Good boy,” Remi murmured before sliding his mouth around Trent’s… cock? I hadn’t ever heard it called anything but a penis, but if he says it’s a cock, then it must be. Maybe when they’re big like his, they’re called cocks. I thought Derrick was big, but Trent’s is definitely larger. Derrick’s must still be called a penis.

Nodding to myself on my sound logic, I focused back on the men in front of me. Remi was sliding Trent’s cock in and out of his mouth, taking him deeper each time. Trent reached for his head, but Remi slapped his hands away as he came off his cock entirely, a string of spit still connecting them.

“No fucking touching until I say so,” Remi growled, swallowing Trent down again. He continued to bob on his cock while Trent’s fists opened and closed as he tried to keep from grabbing Remi.

Warmth pooled low in my belly, and I realized that watching them was turning me on. I slid a hand beneath my shirt to cup my breast and tease my nipple. A silent moan fell from my lips as tingles covered my body.

The one good thing about being mute is that I can be as loud as I want and still be as silent as the grave.

I leaned against the exterior wall, my hips jutting forward as I slipped my other hand into my pants to play with my kitty. I moaned as my fingers moved past my clit, seeking my core. I was already so wet that my finger slid easily inside of me.

Back in the room, Remi finally grabbed Trent’s hands and guided them to his head. “Use me,” he ordered. Trent growled as he released the restraint he’d had a tight grip on and began to thrust into Remi’s mouth.

I timed my movements with Trent’s, moving my hips to grind my clit against the heel of my hand. I’ve masturbated plenty of times before, but I’ve never done it like this. This was certainly beyond my wildest fantasies, but I liked it; I liked it a lot. Knowing they had no idea they were being watched made it even hotter.

“Fuck, I’m close, Remi; get ready,” Trent moaned.

As his thrusts sped up, so did mine. I was close, too, and I wished I could tell him to wait for me. I wanted to come with him more than anything else.

With a roar, Trent slammed into Remi’s mouth one final time and held him there. His body twitched with micro thrusts as he came down Remi’s throat. The erotic scene in front of me and my sudden desire to be in Remi’s place or have Remi do the same to me at the same time pushed me over the edge. My moans fell from my lips in deep exhales. If they hadn’t been preoccupied and had listened carefully, Trent and Remi would have been able to hear me. My eyes fell closed as I continued to ride my hand through my orgasm, and when I opened them, Trent was on his knees, kissing Remi with his hand moving inside the other’s pants. When I became too sensitive, I retracted my hand and watched curiously as Remi broke the kiss and nudged him toward the bed. Trent crawled to the bed and laid his upper body on the mattress, and his back bowed so that his ass was sticking out.

As much as I wanted to stick around and see what would happen next, I felt I had already stretched my luck and reluctantly returned to the bunker. It had been clear a year into the apocalypse that I could return to the house if I wished, but in that time, I had grown used to the bunker and felt safer within its walls. The bunker was larger than the house above. It had to contain all the supplies needed to sustain two people for fifty years comfortably. A lot of it was M.R.E.s, which I had taken to eating. They weren’t great, but they did the job. I still had canned and dry goods stocked in the pantry. It just took more energy than I felt like bothering with most days to cook when I didn’t have to.

Daddy had planned the bunker extensively before he began building it. We had a massive pantry and a large room that was supposed to be a greenhouse to grow our produce. I hadn’t bothered with any of that yet. We had a good-sized kitchen, built with processing meats and canning in mind, a living room, a bathroom, and two good-sized bedrooms. The entire bunker was fully stocked and furnished when I moved in. With continued access to electricity and running water, I had all the comforts of home with the safety of being undetectable.

I still returned to the house above frequently, mostly to clean it. Whenever I was upstairs, part of me was always waiting for Daddy to walk through the doors, returning from whatever project he had been working on. Even after three years, part of me struggled to accept that Daddy was never coming home. While I occasionally spent time upstairs, I hadn’t stepped outside in three years. I was too afraid to explore outside, especially when, on occasion, I would see zombies stumbling through the property. Daddy taught me how to protect our property from man and beast; he hadn’t taught me how to protect it from monsters.

I went into the pantry and gathered a few things to bring with me later: two cans of spam, a mason jar of peach preserves, and a container of cereal. I couldn’t bring much, and I’d have to try and hide them a little so they didn’t wonder where they came from, but I expected them to be excited when they found the food. When my small offering was collected, I returned to the book I was reading. Daddy had all sorts of manuals and how-to books down here, and after watching them build a fence today, I decided to read through the one regarding woodwork. According to the book, they did a pretty good job.

When I stopped hearing them above me, I crept back upstairs. Before sneaking into the kitchen, I checked the bedrooms to ensure everyone was asleep. Silently, I climbed onto the counter and shoved the food in the back of the cupboard’s top shelf. They were taller than me, so I was confident they’d notice the food before too long. Spotting the bag that contained the last of Derrick’s bear jerky, I contemplated for only a few seconds before snatching it up and shoving it into my pocket. Surely, a few cans of spam were worth trading for the rest of his jerky.

I slipped the woodworking book I had been reading into the bookshelf and then went to the bedrooms. I checked on Derrick and Isaac first. They slept soundly back to back. The blanket stretched tight between them as they both clutched it to their chests to keep the other from hogging it. I chuckled as I left them to sleep and went to my old room where Remi and Trent slept. Remi spooned Trent from behind, a leg tossed over him. Trent slept more peacefully in Remi’s arms than he had beside his brother last night. Satisfied all my boys were comfortably tucked in for the night, I returned to the bunker and climbed into bed.

It was nice not to be alone anymore, even if they didn’t know I was with them yet.