Incest Family in a Bunker

[neerathemall]

Year 2053.

All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 or older.

My family were preppers for years. Canned goods, escape plans, guns, knives, the works. When my sister and I turned twelve, our dad took us out to the range to learn how to handle a firearm. It had been quite some time since then, my sister was 19 and I was 18, and we'd gotten quite skilled at firing, cleaning, and maintaining our weapons.

All this doomsday prepping stuff was just a hobby that none of us besides Dad took seriously. WWIII had been going on for a while at this point, but we got used to the status quo and didn't expect anything drastic. But then the bombs fell. Sirens blared and people screamed outside. We looked out our window and could see the missiles streaking through the sky, on their way to destroy cities far from here. People outside scrambled in a panic.

"This is what we trained for," Dad said stoically. "Everybody head downstairs."

Dad had a bunker installed and attached to our basement. It was where we stored the canned goods and many other apocalypse supplies that I never seriously thought we'd need. Gunshots fired outside, and my sister and I immediately headed downstairs. Mom and Dad were shortly behind us with Dad being the last one through. He shut the hatch of the bunker behind him, and locked it.

"So," my sister, Anne, said. "This is really it."

"This is really it," Dad confirmed. "Everybody you knew, everybody you went to college with, your friends, your crush or your girlfriend, all might as well be dead by now."

Anne was stunned speechless. The faces of all my friends flashed before my eyes. I had to accept that all them were gone, or might as well be by now. A handful of them were preppers as far as I knew, though even among the preppers, they didn't take it seriously. Then again, neither did I, and I'm alive.

"Kurt made it," Anne said.

"What?"

"Kurt, my gay friend," Anne said. "He reserved a spot at one of those fallout shelters. He might be alive."

"Good for him," Dad said. "You might not ever see him again, though."

"It's enough to know he's alive."

Dad nodded. "Well, I know we've trained here, but this is the real deal. So a brief tour. This is the main entrance of course. The only way in or out. Our batteries have enough power to last 200 years. As long as that is running, the air and water should recycle and filter. A Geiger counter as well as other sensors and even a camera to tell us how safe it is outside is also here. It's opened up right now, but if you notice, the immediate entrance can be shut and become a decontamination chamber if you ever feel the need to leave and come back. Along the wall there are weapon lockers, hazmat suits, first aid, and other stuff like that."

Dad pointed to a console near the hatch. "This is for communications. You can scan the radio waves for other survivors. Anne, you might even find Kurt."

Dad paused and raised a finger for emphasis. "Now, don't ever, EVER give away our location. To anybody. Not only will desperate apocalypse conditions make everybody desperate and irrational, but you don't know who else is listening."

Anne and I nodded. Dad took us down the short hall and pointed to his right. "Kitchen is here. This is where we stocked our canned goods. Now, we do have a food synthesizer, but I'm sure you remember the barely passable slime it makes. As long as we have our canned goods, then we can avoid the synthesizer. I don't know how long the radiation will remain outside; we may eventually have to resort to using it."

My stomach turned at the thought of it. During one of Dad's drills, we stayed in the bunker and used the food synthesizer for a month. Worst month ever. All it produced was tasteless slime that nobody wanted.

Dad pointed to another room. "This is where your mom and I will sleep, and that room over there is for you two."

I remember sharing the space with Anne during drills. It was unpleasantly cramped. Somehow complaining about sharing a room seemed a little selfish with everybody outside dying.

"Here is what could best be described as the living room." There was a couch and a TV in there. As we knew from previous drills, the TV had movies already downloaded onto it. Just because it's the end of the world doesn't mean no entertainment. It also had a built in gaming system.

"And here is the bathroom," Dad said. "Water will be filtered, purified, and recycled. Solid waste too, which is another reason I'd like to avoid using that food synthesizer."

Only Mom chuckled at that joke.

"Weapon lockers are by the entrance, I suggest you two each take a weapon to your room in case someone gets through the hatch," Dad said. "I don't think anybody will make it through, but better safe than sorry."

"Right," Anne and I said in unison. We both chose a rifle and a couple magazines of ammunition and took them to our room. The room had bunk beds, and I got the bottom bunk. We set our weapons on a side of the room. It had the basic bedroom furniture. There was a nightstand and a burrow. There was even a mirror. Our emergency clothes were kept in here. About enough to last a week before doing laundry. Since these were the clothes we'd only wear during the end of the world that was likely never to come, we left our least favorite sets down here. Now they were the only clothes we could wear. Potentially forever. At least nobody would see us in these.

After setting my rifle down, I went to lie on my bed and stare at the mattress over me. Anne climbed into hers as well, and I watched it sink from her weight.

"I can't believe it's all just gone," Anne said.

"Right," I replied. "Maybe we won't be down here long. Maybe they won't bomb us as heavily."

"We live a stone's throw from the capital. We're fucked."

"Right." I thought about what Anne said about Kurt. "Anybody else you know of that had a fallout shelter spot?"

There was silence for a full three seconds before Anne spoke again. "Maybe one or two. They'd still have to make it to the shelter within time, though."

I nodded without fully realizing that she couldn't see me. "I think some of the seniors from college had spots. Like the football team and the cheerleaders."

Anne chuckled. "Just what humanity needs to reproduce."

I laughed too. "Wouldn't it be funny if they got sent to separate shelters, though?"

Anne laughed harder. "Right, and then like, oops, guess we have to settle for gay sex. Man, that'd be whack."

"Totes whack." It's the 2050s. This is how young people talk. "Some of my friends were preppers. They might've made it."

"Yeah, some of mine were preppers too. Most weren't though."

"That's right," I said grimly. "Most weren't."

***

Life in the bunker took some getting used to. After the initial shock, the boredom quickly set in. Fortunately, I happened to have had my handheld in my pocket when we rushed to the bunker. It was like an iPhone, but with 30 years advanced technology. Internet was down of course, but I was able to play the games on it that I had already downloaded, and I read some ebooks I had been putting off. And of course, porn.

It had been three days when I got the urge to watch porn. I usually watch more often than that, but it had been a stressful three days, and sex was not on my mind. We still had a clock and calendar, and were trying to maintain more or less a normal schedule. The lights in our room were out, and I waited until I thought Anne was asleep. I went to my gallery and swiped through some nudes I'd saved. My cock stiffened in my boxers, and I pulled them down to jack off.

I tried to keep my movements subtle so as not to shake the bunk too much and alert Anne. I made sure the device was on mute before I played some videos. This blonde with huge tits was stripping her clothes off and I jerked myself faster. A couple times, I was so excited that I knew the bunks had moved a bit, but I was too horny to care anymore. I finished into a sock.