This story is outside my typical lanes. I welcome any feedback as there is more to this story. much more.
A big thank you to my very special muse.
Living in the Midwest the change came slowly but inevitably. Friends, family and normalcy ground to a halt. Reaching out was no longer a viable option as trust left everyone. Keeping to ourselves was a mode of survival.
When the end began my group was a handful of friends, my wife and my cousin Jess. Our group was very efficient and worked very well together. I was our leader by default but I conferred regularly with Jess as her and I were typically on the same page. Over the course of the first year we lost one of our group to sickness, one during a scuffle with road bandits and my wife. My wife couldn't take the strain and had become very emotional and down. This life was not worth going on in her mind. She took her life shortly after a year in our new world. It was rough on everyone but we had no time to grieve. We had to survive.
In year 3 after impact or 3AI, we found a gated community that with a little work created a home for us that was easy to defend and allowed us to grow food and have some comforts of our previous life. Shelter, food and sustainability. We began to have hope again. Even the occasional thought of rebuilding was beginning to be discussed. We even had other survivors join our community after heavy vetting. Throughout all this Jess was my right hand and decision maker. I was extremely grateful for her as we had always been very close before the changes.
As our leader, decisions were constantly at the forefront of my days. Jess shared my house from the time we found this place so we were constantly discussing improvements as well as future plans.
One major improvement was establishing running water to a few of the houses, one being mine. It was a major accomplishment of hard work and ingenuity. After cleaning the shower head I was excited to see it work. Stripping down to my underwear I climbed in and turned the knob. As the cold water covered me I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Jess, standing outside the shower, was thrilled as well. Without thinking I grabbed her arm and pulled her in. We were both laughing with joy at our success.
I said "all we need now is to find some soap."
"Soap won't do much good with these dirty clothes on." She said laughingly.
"You're right, next time will be a real shower then."
I couldn't help but notice how the water made her clothes hug her gorgeous body. I was hoping she didn't notice how that was affecting me. I turned the water off and grabbed a couple towels.
Jess was already pulling off her wet clothes as I turned around to throw her one. It was the first time in a long time that I looked at something truly beautiful. In all that we had gone through it was a feeling that was vacant in my life. Removing her clothes removed the hardship of our world and revealed the existence of beauty and attraction that had been missing.
"Sorry." I said staring at her in her underwear.
"That's OK cuz, nothing you haven't seen before." She said drying off her stomach and tits.
We kept eye contact for what seemed like minutes.
"It's good to know I can still do that to a man even in this fucked up world." She smiled.
"Do what?" I said
"That" she said directing her eyes to my midsection.
As I followed her gaze I realized my cock was rock hard and creating quite the tent in my wet underwear.
I smirked a little.
"You could do it back then and still got it." I said. "That's one thing that has never changed."
Neither of us were bashful about inspecting each others near naked bodies. Frankly we were taking our time and I for one was not trying to hide it.
"Take those off so I can hang them to dry." She said pointing at my underwear.
"Yes ma'am!" I said with a half hearted salute.
Pulling down my underwear caused my cock to spring up and make a smacking noise on my stomach. We both laughed as I handed her my wet clothes and pulled the towel around my waist.
"I'll need that too." Jess said pointing at the towel.
Without hesitation I pulled the towel and gave it to her.
"My my." She said getting a good long look. "If we weren't cousins I'd put that to good use."
"We're in a new world now, old social norms don't apply." I said giving my cock a few strokes.
"How'd I know you'd say that." She said as she walked into the next room and started hanging up the wet clothes.
When she finished with mine she disrobed out of her wet clothes. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
"I know you're looking and I'm fine with it." She said over her shoulder. "If you need to relieve that thing, it's ok with me but on one condition."
"What would that be?" I asked
"I get to watch. She said turning towards me. "It's been a long time for both of us."
I was already stroking my cock as she turned.
"Can't refuse that offer." I said. "But the show won't last too long I'm afraid."
"I understand." Jess said sitting on the edge of the bed 5 feet away.
She spread her legs ever so slightly as she got comfortable. Her gaze moved from my hand to my eyes.
"Begin." She said quietly.
At that her eyes returned to my engorged cock.
I slowly stroked my full length and squeezed out what felt like a tablespoon amount of precum, wiping it on my head and shaft as I kept a steady rhythm. I wanted it to last forever but I knew it was only seconds before I erupted. She never took her eyes off my cock which made it even hotter.
Quickening my pace the end was near.
"I'm almost there." I half whispered closing my eyes.
"Let it go, cum for me" she said in a quiet voice.
Those words were like a lightning bolt to my cock. My body convulsed uncontrollably as the initial rope of cum shot in the air. The second, third and fourth were all equally forceful. I opened my eyes and noticed some had spanned the space between us landing on her thigh. Euphoria had taken me over.
"I'm sorry about that." I said bashfully as she wiped up the small pool of cum from her thigh with her finger.
Jess then stood up, walked over and ran her finger across my lips.
"I'm not." She smiled. "That was a good show, cuz."
"Thanks for your help." I said. "Best audience ever".
Over the course of the following weeks our interactions remained consistent. Our community was aware of Jess and I's family ties so we conducted ourselves professionally in public. It was very important to Jess that we kept our standards as leaders of this group. An occasional grope or feel wasn't beyond us though. It was exciting and we truly did love teasing each other. Beyond the playful touching, our extracurricular relationship remained only visual.
On one of my excursions outside our community walls I came upon what looked like an old truck stop with a separate building without a sign. It looked like a storage building, nothing noteworthy about it.
After scoping the area I ventured into the truck stop and was able to scrounge a few things that the road bandits had missed, canned goods, medicine, etc.
