All characters are 18 plus. This is a set up so don't expect anything that will make you cum.
Names of our family:
- Dad: Thomas Johnson; 46 years old.
- Mom: Sarah Johnson; 42 years old.
- Oldest Sister: Emily Johnson; 22 years old.
- Me (Second Oldest, male): Michael Johnson; almost 20 years old.
- Twin Sister: Lily Johnson; yeap, she's also almost 20 years old.
- Youngest Sister: Grace Johnson; 18 years old.
It was a nice weekend day. Mom was planning to cook something delicious. Dad was busy with my little sister in the backyard. I still don't get it. Why does my little sister still think she's a kid? Who plays with their father at this age? Dad spoiled her, totally.
"Michael, my son," Dad said.
"Yea, I'm here," I replied.
"Don't you have any plans? Go out and hang out with your friends for once," he said.
"Dad, I hang out with them everyday," I replied.
"Back in my time, we used to go to the forest and do some crazy stuff with my friends. Ever jumped off a cliff?"
"I think there are other things you did which are safe for kids," Mom interrupted.
"Haha, come on, this is totally safe. You were with me there," Dad replied.
"Mom! You did that too?" Lily asked with a surprised face.
"Trust me, it was scary. I did it only for your father. Your father was a hotshot so didn't want him to lose interest in me," Mom replied.
"Hey, what do you mean that I was a hotshot?" Dad asked while showing his biceps.
"Look at your beer belly," Mom said.
"I'm a Dad now. This belly is my identity that I've kids," Dad replied.
"You know they say Dad bod is hot just out of politeness. Like size doesn't matter," Mom said with a grin.
"Mom, too much information," Emily said. When did she wake up? "Mom, Grace is here."
"So what? I already gave her the talk," Mom replied casually. Emily was the shy one in our family. She started whispering with mom. Same old Emily. Always come up with complaints.
"Son," Dad said, leaning back in his chair, "what I was trying to say is, give me the remote. It's my day to watch TV."
I sighed, glancing at the remote in my hand. "You want to watch the news now?" I asked incredulously. "What could possibly change overnight?"
"Nothing. I guess it's just like your games. You play the same thing over and over everyday," Dad replied.
"Yea, most of the stuff remains the same but strategy changes every time," I replied.
"I wasn't talking about gameplay. Anyway give me the remote," Dad replied. I handed over the remote and sat up to check the breakfast. And then we heard something we were praying to not hear for months. There was a cold war going on. We knew something bad would happen but it became worse when the nuclear weapon threat came into the nations. We weren't religious but the moment the nuclear topic came up we all became religious.
It was a national emergency broadcast. We all knew what to do but the problem was we didn't have any bunker to take shelter. All rich people made their own bunker but middle class families like us didn't have the money to build one.
Though the government was helpful. We took a loan to build our own bunker. But the government didn't offer enough money to build one. Our bunker was still a month away from ready. The money we got from the government was enough to build the exterior structure. The crucial one to survive the blast but there was plenty of work to do inside.
We could go to our bunker but we'll die in a month there. The ventilation system was barely ready. We haven't stored any food yet due to no electricity. No bed, no bench to sit or lay down. Who knew the bathroom could eat half of your budget.