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.
"Everyone in the car," Dad shouted while loading bullets in his shotgun. Yea, there was a public bunker. So Dad maybe wanted to go there. We all picked our survivor duffle bag and sat in the car. We have been practicing this scenario for over a year now. But still we all were shaking.
"Put on your seatbelt and hold something," Dad said and started driving pretty fast.
I knew the directions of the public bunkers in our area but Dad was driving somewhere else, "Dad, where are we going?" I asked.
"Son, we'll be dead in the public bunker even if we made it in time," Dad replied. "I want you to be very angry and aggressive now. What are we going to do now is we never even think in our dreams. But if you want to save us, save your family then you have to do it."
I was already nervous but now this. It was too much. I looked back to watch my sisters and they were terrified. Mom was trying to calm them down. At that moment I understood what my dad was going to do and what I needed to do to save our family.
Dad made a quick turn and ran over the footpath. He broke the fence of a house, not just any house. It was our Mayor's house.
"Their bunker is supposed to be empty. They mostly live in their town house," Dad said.
"But they could be here today," Mom said.
Dad somehow knew where the bunker was. He directly drove there and when we got close we saw our Mayor. He was running with his family toward the bunker. Dad started to drive toward the bunker door to scare them away. They tried to get in before we made it but it was too late for them. Opening a bunker takes time. The big vault door started opening and we blocked the path before they got inside.
Mayor was with his son and daughter and there was a woman too, not his wife.
"Stand where you are. Don't make me shoot you," Dad threatened them.
"Chill, chill. It's a pretty big bunker. It's rationed and set up well for at least 20 people," Mayor said while his hands were in the air.
"Girls get inside," Dad ordered.
We were shocked and terrified. Couldn't think straight. "Sarah, take the girls inside," Das was tempered.
Mom came into her senses and started taking my sisters inside the bunker. But the moment dad looked toward the bunker to make sure where his family was, the mayor jumped on him. The shotgun dropped on the ground with my dad and mayor. They were fighting to get the gun. Mayor's son went after my sisters and mom. He blocked the path and told them to go away. Mom didn't wait a second to start a fight with him to make her girls safe.
And I was in the middle of three corners. Dad and Mayor were wrestling on the ground while Mayor's son was beating my mom. When the mayor's son started beating mom my sisters also jumped in.