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Twelve Raise Your Ten

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You haven't missed anything between Eleven and Twelve, just what happens in my mind. There will be a gap in time so get ready for whiplash.

Celebrating their second birthday all on one day made it easier for us to ignore the present giving and cake baking that we had grown up with as part of our celebrations. After the first celebration of pregnancy we sat down and tried to work our way through the normal celebrations we would expect, New Year's Eve, Valentine's day, Easter, Fourth of July, Labor Day, Thanksgiving Day and Christmas. There were other days that one or more of us didn't want to forget if we were going to change the way we celebrate. It took us more than three evenings of bickering to come to the conclusion that celebrations should be part of our life but that we couldn't be expected to devote resources to celebrating every birthday or pregnancy along with the other days we wanted to carry over from our past life.

Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day, Easter and the other religious Holidays were easy for most of us to eliminate. Christmas had become so secular that we only had one vote against keeping it. We moved Thanksgiving to two weeks after the last of the fall vegetable harvest was finished, not a specific date. Three birthday celebrations were agreed upon, a children's party between the time Ginger and the twins were born, an early spring adult's party and a mid-summer adult's party. While we were debating that, we came to the agreement that nobody needed to work more than four days unless they chose to spend an extra day guarding the entry-way.

Since we didn't think fireworks or parades were likely to be part of our lives for a long time we chose to eliminate celebrating the Fourth of July, Memorial Day and Labor Day. Noel proposed that if we had more than another two or three people join us that an Explorers day should be established to remind everyone how the village started. Until the idea was condensed to celebrating Jesus, Karen and I as the original citizens I was in agreement, once I understood that Noel and Rhoda were attempting to intentionally set us up as the prime voice in the future of the village I argued against honoring us. That is a good place to pick up on the story, after a loss.

Rhoda and I had spent two or three days pouring over the original plans for the village finding blueprints for a medical center but not finding an actual location either proposed or committed. We had found a few other amenities that we felt would help make life smoother. There was a ground level garage where we would be able to store the cycles and the three trucks, that it would be that tall at one end was surprising but a welcome surprise so where the three luxury vehicles at the other end. Since the day we had accidentally killed the wolf's leader we hadn't seen any humans but we were still being cautious about drawing attention to ourselves that might mean confrontation so we were careful when examining the deserted vehicles. Had there been other people here?

There was a fully equipped hydroponic garden built on top of the garage waiting to be put to growth. I decided the roof must have been the glow that had led me to the village in the first place. We all wanted fresh food, so everyone started to follow the instructions that had been left inside the long space posted on support beams at the end of each row of hydroponic containers. The plans had been especially well thought out, not only for the different vegetables seeds that had been stored there but there was a children's nursery that I'm sure had been built to make it possible for everyone to work at growing food. Chuck took the lead and within the first few days after our discovery had enough plantings started to provide food for twice as many people as we had.

I had thought that was a waste of seeds and effort until two weeks later when Rhoda and I found the doorway that changed all our lives. We had taken a copy of the plans that we thought matched the housing area where we had chosen to live, the entry way and a few other major landmarks including the common area and the workshop Noel and I had taken to using when we were trying to rework anything that had been destroyed by non-usage or having been running when Earth had been attacked and tried matching it to proposed plans. It took more time than it should have.

Rhoda and I were again exploring a grouping of buildings that Jesus and I had searched the first few days after finding the village. He and I had been mostly in search of people so a quick look in some of the rooms that didn't show us anyone was all we did when the rooms themselves didn't interest us although I tried remembering where things were. Rhoda and I had passed the room that I had marked with a huge exclamation point where Jesus and I had found an armory stocked with case after case of ammunition and enough guns to arm ten times the people we had with us. We hadn't tried to inventory what was stocked there, we had just given some cases a look, looked down the aisles far enough to see there were no people and moved on.

We were talking about what Jesus and I had seen. Rhoda wanted a look. She wasn't normally a gun fanatic, probably due to the fact she had already spent more than eight years of her life trying to save lives not take them. At end of the third row of shelves we found a ladder built onto the shelves that led to an overhead trap door. Since we were hunting anything new, especially anything that might lead us to the med center, we went up the ladder. There were dozens of dead monitors around the room. I didn't expect that any of them would be working but when I hit a button in front of one of the two chairs they all started to come to life.

At first I thought we were only seeing those that were working in the hydroponics garden and the houses we were using. Rhoda grabbed me by the arm and pointed to the monitor to the top left. There were strangers, young and middle aged moving down a brightly lit aisle neither of us had ever seen. A second monitor beside that one started to show movement. There was no question about it, the people on the second monitor were trying to help a painfully pregnant woman onto a bed in the center of the room. I would have thought the cameras would be better but every time the motion stopped the monitors would hold the picture and jerk to life when some one moved.

Rhoda and I were watching different things. I was trying to count the number of adults. She was talking about the fact there didn't seem to be a doctor or nurse with the group. There was no audio but the woman had obviously screamed when Rhoda said we needed to find them so she could help. The monitors were marked by what level of the village they were to be showing and the direction, ie: Second level North and Third level center. If the medical center was in the center down another level how were we supposed to get down there?

I looked around the room for ten more minutes while Rhoda fussed at not being able to help the woman in so much pain. We had left the door swing wide when we entered, only when I swung it back to look at the wall behind it did I find the lit map of the complex showing the paths the paths that people had traversed to get where they were. After staring at the med center for five minutes I saw what appeared to be an elevator icon in the corner furthest away from all the equipment. When I found the control that flipped the map to the second level and then the first, we saw why we had missed the elevator. It had been purposely hidden between two of the buildings that opened onto the common area.

It seemed like it only took us a few minutes to get there but Rhoda had yelled that we needed to hurry so many times that I think we must have taken something like twenty minutes. If not more. When we burst into the room everyone was so startled that they didn't react as Rhoda ran to the woman ready to give birth. She started yelling orders that took the others only seconds to start obeying. We probably weren't in there for more than ten minutes when Rhoda held the child up and handed her to another woman to clean up.

A few minutes after that all the questions started. They were as curious as I was. Finally Rhoda kicked us out to give the mother some peace and quiet. When most of the questions were answered to everyone's satisfaction I understood why there had been three cars in the garage. We had met two families that had bought into the village at the lowest price available. That gave them a home on the third level but the requirement that should there be an incident that brought the full population that had bought into the village at the higher levels they would be required to work, The women had signed on to work in the kitchen and the two men had agreed to work the gardens, both hydroponic and normal.

Because the son hadn't agreed to come with the parents he hadn't signed on to work, he was the reason for the third car. The two families had a second privilege that came with buying into the village, they could visit whenever they wanted and spend two to three weeks basically having a low cost vacation. They hadn't known each other when they had been on their first vacations but had decided they should get to know their neighbors before they were forced to live side by side. Although they were both racially intermixed the first two vacations had not gone well and they had come out on May 1st to see if there was a possibility they could get over the mix of one black man, one white man, one white woman and one black woman or if one couple might sell their spot and buy a different one.

They didn't know for certain but they may have been in a part of the village that had been built for a special guest when the attack hit because they were not only spared but were able to watch in real time as human after human disappeared from the two closest towns. Ben was a ham radio fanatic and had made arrangements to have his spare equipment in the village, he tried for days to reach another operator. It was the third day before he he had his first answer. He couldn't understand anything the man was saying but thought he had committed suicide while he frantically tried Morse Code to communicate.

Three of the four adults worked for NASA, they knew there was supposed to be a secret communications satellite that was equipped to speak on Earth conditions if they were able to get it to commence observations. They worked for a year to get a signal to the satellite and when they did heard that the land masses on Earth were now uninhabited. The oceans were reported to still have deep water fish, whales and other inhabitants. They had been getting monthly reports of sporadic life since then, our caravan had been reported while we were still in Oklahoma. As they had managed to focus the optics so they would get better results on what was happening in the USA and Mexico they started to hear about the wolves that we had seen.

The moose and bear I had seen before leaving New England were neither reported, if they stayed to the forests they wouldn't have been easy to spot even for the very sensitive satellite. They had discussed the fact of the wolves surviving, too, but had no better idea than Noel and I as to how. They seemed pleased to find other living human beings although having been secluded for two and a half years they had some hesitation to come to the area we called home. The kids danced around their fathers begging to be allowed to come up so they could see the sun and play in the grass. It was getting close to time for our dinner when I explained I would need to go up with or without them, that Rhoda would stay if she thought the child or mother needed her.

Joey was obstinate, he told his father that he was going with me and as often as his father said his mother would want to see him in the morning he repeated that he was going with me. I thought he must be a year or two younger than Jesus although he acted much younger. Joey was a good looking kid that needed exercise and sun, he was about six feet tall and 130 pounds if that. He had inherited neither of his parents' skin coloring and definitely didn't have his father's stocky build. I didn't know if it was the lack of sun light or genetics, he was actually lighter skinned than me although he did have kinky hair on his head that someone was keeping neatly cut. I thought that if we were back home I would have not felt pervy for wanting to take him to my bed.

A pair of girls that looked about six or seven both insisted that their parents allow them to come with us. The father said he would check it out but they insisted on going with him. I tried telling him there would not be anyone or any thing that would harm them but the reluctance was strong. We were still discussing who was going up with me when Rhoda asked me to have Karen come back after dinner. I wasn't certain but it didn't sound like she was confident in the mother's health. I put a rush on leaving and the father decided to come with Joey and me. I could tell that made the other father feel better but I hated leaving anyone behind when it would be good to have everyone meet.

What I thought was worse personally was that neither Rhoda or I had gotten to check out the equipment to see if what I was going to need was stored in a drawer. Rhoda was pregnant for the second time, after giving birth to a premature girl that didn't survive, she had been anxious to try again. Karen's birth had gone easier for her than Ginger but she was not really ready to try again, she had two daughters in the house and felt that was enough of a sacrifice for her to make since she had lost three children on May 1st.

The sound of children playing was almost overwhelming until they were settled down to their dinner. Ton and Dana were impressed to be having other little people and the girls seemed to be impressed with the twins as well, Ginger was please to have another girl that was old enough to play. What is it about adults that they can sit watching child play for hours without saying anything? I know I can watch the twins and as long as they stay out of trouble not say a single word for hour after hour.

Other people aside, the adults seemed most impressed that we had found the med center. No one was suffering any major ailments but we had all strained or broken something since we were in the village so a center equipped with whatever Rhoda would need was a real blessing. I wanted to return the following morning to explore more of that level. The plans we had seen showed a section of that level that was blank. It didn't seem right that the lowest level would not have been finished if that was where the Med center was and the kids had been chattering to each other about a play area that included dozens of different rides and activities.

Noel invited the father and his girls to stay in his house. His because Chuck had been living with Karen or Rhoda almost all the time. I thought about asking Joey where he wanted to sleep when I saw him whispering to Jesus off to the side. That boy is so set on sex with strangers I thought he needed to be talked to again. One of these days there was going to be a bad reaction, something worse than the rudeness Chuck had displayed.

"Uncle Jeff, I am going to stay in the house where the twins live." He had been playing with the twins since the girls had started playing with Ginger more than them. Ton and Dana are gregarious, much more willing to interact with strangers than their father. I do it because I need to, they do it for fun. I asked Jesus if he had warned Joey that all the adults in the house had sex with each other. He blushed a little but nodded before telling me that Joey wanted to get in bed with me. When I learned he was eighteen going on nineteen I didn't object to his decision.

"Roger, I'm sorry. Joey is gay. If he causes problems send him over to me and I'll make sure he settles down." If he hadn't been able to tell we were all gay I wasn't going to tell him. I had noticed Joey's dick hardening down his right leg as he had been talking with Jesus. From that distance it appeared he was as long as me if not longer. I may have just found the man to father my next child.

That was a year and a half ago.

Both families finally moved up with us. It was inconsiderate of the planners and builders to have put the med center down a level but seeing that they had centered in in the village and we were staying at one end it was just as much our fault as theirs. Rhoda and Karen were not able to save the woman that gave birth the day we met them. I would have hoped that with a better back up of equipment and medicines that Rhoda would have been able to cure the problem. She tried to explain to me that it was one of the curses of childbirth that modern medicine had not determined a course of therapy that would always work.

The widowed father choose to join us first since there were women that had the time to care for his girls. Joey's parents agreed to join us when they saw the house they would live in was much nicer than the one they had been in. There was no problem with food, we had stocked up some over the previous year raiding both grocery stores in Paris, Texas and most of the houses. It was the first of the towns where we turned off everything electric.,

Noel and Chuck were leading the expeditions out to the nearby towns. Chuck went along because he expressed a willingness to defend his son down to his last loaded cartridge. Hieronymus went because he hoped that he would find another way to reach the NASA satellite that had gone quiet a year earlier. They all had the primary mission of turning off anything that would drain power from the grid created when the Nuclear Plant had been converted to 100% automatic operation. Their reports were always the same, no people, an occasional wolf sighting and nothing seemingly disturbed (ashes still in little piles, freezer doors closed and nothing broken).

I didn't understand how the planners of the doomsday village had thought the inhabitants would survive there long enough to outlive an attack that radiated the entire country side, I was going cabin crazy. We had brought a Ducati in from the garage. Jesus was getting so that he was feeling comfortable on the bike and wanted to take it for a real ride. I wanted to take a ride, too, mostly because I had been trying hard to get pregnant again and wanted to see what was outside before I was confined. When we stole the bikes in West Texas we hadn't loaded up a pair, but two different models. I was teaching Jesus on the Panigale, it is a lot simpler to ride than the Multistrada 2000, neither bike is meant for a beginner so Jesus was having to learn a lot before I agreed to him taking it out on the road.

They had warned me that the roads were being taken over by nature but it had been less than three years and I had a hard time accepting the idea that nature would soon destroy the heavy concrete Texas laid to stay safe under the harsh sun and occasional freeze. Between cars still abandoned on the roads and the cracks that were filling with grass or brush we weren't able to do much speeding. Still there were places that allowed us to take the bikes up to eighty mph for stretches of five miles or so. I think Lufkin was the first town that we shut down without making consideration for a freezer or two.

We were staying in a glass and steel bed and breakfast overlooking Lake Cherokee when Jesus approached the subject for the first time since the twins were born. I had let the three guys living in the house fuck me almost regularly since the night Noel had seen Jesus and Tiffan mount me from front and back. I didn't know if there was a chance I would have another child but I was doing what Rhoda and I had determined would be the most likely way for it to happen. She was well aware that neither Tiffan or Jesus was long enough to reach the opening that would allow their sperm to swim to a egg released by my ovary but had agreed that if Joey was fucking me after one of them that he might push their sperm close enough that it would do what was natural. (I was glad she never made a comment about me allowing more than one of them to fuck me right after another.) She and I had spent some time in the med center hoping that she would be able to locate the slit I was supposed to have and determine the best way to access it.

Jesus had fucked me a lot less than the other two. I think looking back that it was his girth as much as it was that he preferred being fucked and sucking cock. Even having the three fucking me didn't mean that I wasn't mostly dominate in our bedtime activities. I think Tiffan and Jesus were happy that Joey hadn't taken to piss like they had, there were only a few times a month that he would join them in sharing. 90% of the time when Joey decided he wanted piss he would present his unfucked asshole and say, "Please, Sir." He had learned from Jesus and Tiffan that he should always use please and thank you when he was given my piss, so I was always willing to fill him up after fucking him.

"Why haven't you gotten pregnant, again?"How could I answer that? I had been trying to give up my ass the entire week Rhoda thought I would be fertile, plus other times in case we were mistaken on how my body was working.

"Bad luck, I guess."

"Would you like to have another baby?"He and Tiffan had told me monthly that they would like another little one in the house. Joey didn't understand what they were talking about since he hadn't been filled in on the fact that it was me that had carried the twins.

"I think I would. I hope its not twins when I get pregnant the next time." Even with all the help I was the primary caregiver and three at home would restrict my life a lot.

"I heard my mother talking with my brother's wife one time. Juanita was having trouble having a baby. They had been married two or three years and she hadn't been pregnant even once.

"My mother told her that she might have to resort to some odd things if she really wasn't using the pill. When Juanita asked what, my mother suggested that she and my brother try having sex while she had her legs up over her head and to stay that way a half hour after he was done."

"I've heard that before, it supposed gives the sperm a down hill swim. I don't know if it really works but maybe I should try it, too. Did it work for Juanita?"

" I don't know, her doctor called that night to tell her the rabbit died.

"Who would you like to be the father? You are letting all three of us fuck you." Ah, the old jealousy that I had thought was gone forever.

"Just so it isn't Luis or Chuck I don't think it matters much."

"Luis?"

"The twins' father. Assumed dead in the attack."

"Chuck is supposed to have a long cock."

"He also has three girls that will need husbands and if they are not related to any of the boys it will be better."

"You've never tried to explain the diversity thing to me. Why don't you try while we have a quiet evening?"

"There is really not that much that needs to be explained. But the basic fact is that if brothers and sisters have children there is a larger chance that they will be born with birth defects, small or with breathing difficulties. So you know that Sally, Tomasina, Will, Susan and Jack are half brothers and sisters?"

"The same father but different mothers?"

"There is no relationship between Ton, Dana and any of the girls so if they want to be fathers, all would be okay. Jack is a half brother to Ginger, but with Tomasina and Willa he would be okay. Susan would be okay to have children with anyone."

"And you?"

"I would be free to have anyone's child."After all the time we had spent together he should know I wasn't related to anyone.

"Noel?"

"How? He doesn't want to fuck me. Or if he does he hasn't let me know it."

"No, I think he wants to suck your cock but not fuck you."I wondered what Jesus had done to get that idea from Noel.

"We've had that discussion every time I spend two or three days working on a project with Noel. Just like I have told you every other time he has never even suggested touching my cock." I had never let them know about the one time he admitted dreaming about me fucking him.

"Have him jack off and use a turkey baster."

"That would be a mess."

"I'd put it into you if you wanted." Jesus reached over to finger my asshole, it's a shame he is so thick, I was in the mood for a cock in my ass.

"I don't think so, the child would be related to Chuck's kids and we'd be back having the same problems." Letting the children know who was related to who probably wouldn't do much good, we are attracted to who we are not paying much attention to relationships although there are studies that say we produce pheromones that repel those that we have been raised with, wouldn't that be a joke all the kids repulsed by each other?

"Unless he was gay or mated with Ginger, Tomasina or Willa." Ever since I'd seen the twins kissing in their sleep I wondered if they would grow up gay or if it was just a reaction to having been in the same sac for nine months and the same bed for the next two years. When I thought about it I hoped that one would want to father some children if not both of them and if they had gay sex or a lover? That would be fine.

"Right or any other kids that don't have Chuck as their father."

"Would you be bothered if I have someone else's child?"

"No. I just want you to have more babies." I thought he would be an ideal father, it was a shame that he had no attraction to the women in the village. I had watched to see if possibly there would be a future with one of the girls but I didn't think it was going to happen unless something changed.

"Joey's baby?" I had to dial down the expectation, if I had one child that would most likely be the last time I was willing to do it although Rhoda had found a specialized piece of equipment in the med center that was supposed to help wounds heal faster and less painfully. She said when it was first developed there had been complication with nerves growing into the sponge that was to cover the wound but that in the last thirty years there had been many improvements including the one that made it less painful by repelling the nerve endings from the new sponge that had been developed..

"Your two big dicks making a little baby? That would be one pretty baby."How two big dicks make a pretty baby was beyond my understanding.

"I never heard you say anything about the way either of us looks. I thought that looks didn't matter to you."I was happy to hear that he thought a baby that Joey and I might have would be pretty, I had heard him calling the twins our beauties.

"Looks don't mean too much, as long as there is a nice cock, a sweet asshole and a well formed butt. I like kissing you but I'm not much into that with anyone else."We had been sitting around naked and having Jesus slide between my legs to suck my cock or balls was nothing new, but for him to try lifting my legs to get his tongue in my asshole was. I propped them up on the railing we had been looking over and pushed my butt off the seat to give him free access.

I stopped talking about the possibilities. Rhoda and I had decided that if I wasn't pregnant within the next month I might have to allow her to impregnate me with some of their sperm. I didn't want to have to choose from among them so I was thinking about mixing a load of all their cum together and letting the fittest little baby maker be the daddy. Rhoda had found the syringe and tubing she thought would be needed and guaranteed me that it would hold that much sperm. She had already determined exactly where the slit was and didn't think it would take too much to slide the tube into it. We had agreed she should try it while doing an ultra-sound so she would be able to guide it better and make it less likely we would need to repeat it. I had dreamed of her being able to guide Joey up into the slit but knew it was just a fantasy, still he was the preferred father for my child to be: Rhoda didn't have the equipment she would need to see if his sperm would be active enough to give me the baby I wanted.

Although he was ten years younger than me we had spent some of the nights since he joined us with our cocks in one or other's asshole most of the night. I remembered what Jesus' mother had told his sister-in-law. Why hadn't I remembered that earlier or why hadn't Rhoda said any thing? As soon as we were back to the village I was going to spend a night with his cock in my asshole and sperm working their way up inside. If we had to used a syringe and tube it was his sperm I wanted. Had Jesus made me come to that decision? Pretty baby? Or the thought of that big dick while I needed one so badly.

I was making so much noise as Jesus sucked and licked my asshole that I didn't notice a door slamming inside. As far as I cared at that moment everyone in the village could have walked out onto the deck and watched Jesus eating my ass.

"He seems to be enjoying that."

"So am I."

"You look like it. Does he eat pussy that well?"

"I don't think he has ever tried it." Jesus had never told me much about the two night he had spent with Karen other than it was not as enjoyable as even the worst time he had spent with another man. Had it been Karen or was Jesus gay? The way he had sucked and let me fuck him I had little doubt that he was gay although she had not been pleased with his thickness.

"Are you ready to try eating a pussy, Jesus?" I had pulled his head out of my ass and was looking him in the eyes.

"Go ahead, give it a try." He looked doubtful but he was always ready for something new sexually and if I told him to, he would do it.

I know I wouldn't have, but I had no desire to ever be with a woman or a cock that had even been in a pussy that hadn't been almost sterilized between times. Luis had said that if I didn't stop scrubbing at his cock so hard those weekends we spent while he was living with Pam he was going to lose all feeling. It was a good thing he enjoyed a super hot cloth wrapped around his cock, it was enough to make sure there was not the slightest smell of a woman left on him.

Jesus slid over fairly smoothly. I watched, never having seen a live sex act between a man and a woman. It wasn't long until he had her moaning as loud as I had been. Maybe ten minutes after he started she was begging him to fuck her. I couldn't believe it, he pushed his thick cock into her with almost no effort. Moments later they were both going at it like animals in heat. They had their orgasm at nearly the same moment, Jesus dropped to the floor on his knees and then to his ass.

"That looks like you enjoyed yourself."

"Yeah. Want to piss on me to cool me off?"

She must not have understood that Jesus was talking to me. I didn't even have to stand to let a stream start. With only a quick look at me pissing she turned to him and let go with her own stream hitting him on the chest then his dick. We were both showering his dick when his eyes rolled up in his head and he shot another load. Seconds later he passed out.

"Does he do that all the time?"

"Have me piss on him?"

"No, that is obvious or he wouldn't have asked for it Pass out?"

"I only remember him passing out once, maybe two and a half years ago, the first time he drank piss."

"Do you mind sharing him?" She must have been satisfied with the sex they had even though I was sitting beside them.

"He's free to do what he wants. Jesus isn't my boyfriend or husband." That wasn't quite right, if he heard me while out I would try to straighten it out for both of them after he woke up.

Until then I hadn't given her much of a look, even though she had been standing beside me while she pissed. She was at least five feet ten inches tall, had the kind of breasts men go gaga over and a butt that even a gay man might enjoy fucking if she kept her head covered and mouth closed. When I finally looked up to her face I was pleased to see that she just might be Hispanic, too. That would make Pablo happy.

I asked if she had been living here alone, only to see a naked little boy peaking around the corner of the deck door. "Does he always watch when you're having sex?"

"Pablo, come here!" He looked at here like he was afraid he had done something wrong but couldn't figure out what it was.

"Hello, Pablo, I'm Roger and that is Jesus." I pointed to my friend that was still passed out on the patio deck."

"Is he dead?" I had been trying to guess how old Pablo was, he was shorter than the six year old girls in the village but he sounded like he was at least that old.

"No. He'll be alright in a few minutes. He just got over excited."

"Why?"

"You will have to ask him when he wakes up." He was still staring at Pablo, giving every part of him a good look.

"When?"I had forgotten that I was going to be soon having this same line of questioning from the twins, why, who, when, why? I hope I am patient when it starts.

"He'll be alright in a few minutes.

"Are you her son?"Turn that questioning around.

"NO! Ella esta mi hermana."

"Y que esta su nombre?"

"Ella es Lucia."

"How long have you been here, Lucia?"

"We were in the basement looking for a wine the owner of the house wanted to serve for lunch when this all happened. Do you know what happened?"

"I can tell you it happened all over the world. There may be less than one hundred people still alive. We are part of a group that is living outside of Ector. There are currently nineteen of us. Would you like to come live where there are other people and kids for Pablo to play with?"

"Man."

"Are you okay, Jesus?"

"Sure. What's your name?"

"I'm Lucia and this is Pablo." It was the first time that Jesus was aware there was a kid on the deck with us. He searched around looking for clothes to cover his dick and nuts, he was one of the only guys in the house that scrambled for clothes when the kids came running into a room.

"Don't worry, Pablo has already seen you in action." Lucia laughed at Jesus, there was nothing he could do but blush. Well, he did cover his dick with his hands.

"Hey, little brother what did he do that you want to do?"

"Nada. But can I do pee pee in his mouth?"He looked to me not his sister, what would she have said to him?

"Ask him not me, I don't own him." Here was a six year old that was going to be following in my footsteps if not running faster than I had. He was already one step ahead of me, he had admitted what he wanted to do in front of his sister and me.

"Jesus, turn around and put your butt up." He may have been embarrassed at showing his asshole to the girl and the little boy but when I told Pablo that was where Jesus wanted him to pee pee, Jesus got hard in seconds.

"You need to pee pee until he starts to shoot white stuff on the floor. Think you can do that?"If he was going to get it at his age I may as well start giving him instructions that he could use the rest of his life.

"I have to pee pee." Pablo was almost dancing he needed to go so bad. Jesus was ready, I think he was already dripping precum on the deck. Pablo stepped up until he was less than a foot away from Jesus, when he started to piss the pale stream hit him right on the asshole and Jesus yelled how hot that was, he didn't look like he was ready to shoot so I stepped over his head and let the little I still had in me rain down on his hair.

It didn't take him long to unload with piss hitting him at both ends.

"I did it, mister."

"You sure did." I thought about tell him that Jesus would be his urinal when ever he wanted but thought they better figure that out on their own, from the look on their faces I didn't think it would take too long.

Lucia directed me to the wine cage after finding the key. I quickly saw why they had survived, the wine was encased in a heavy metal cage buried into the ground that covered the non-lake side of the first level of the house. Maybe some day I'll get used to drinking wine but all I saw that I would drink were a few bottles of champagne that I hoped wouldn't burst with the way the cycles vibrated.

The four of us left the Bed and Breakfast the next morning with the saddlebags full of enough food to get us back to the village without having to raid any of the towns or houses on the way. Neither Lucia nor Pablo had any extra clothing at the house, the little they had originally had was too small or worn out. Lucia did manage to dress in a pair of men's pants and T-shirt she said had belonged to one of the men that owned the house, she had made Pablo wear another of theirT-shirts to leave the house.

"I hate to do this to you, Pablo, but I think you are going to have to ride backwards." I had picked him up and set him back on my legs with his head against my chest. I had Jesus give me his belt and fashioned a safety belt that wrapped around Pablo and I. I didn't have anything to fashion googles or a face shield so I thought having him ride that way was much better although I still wanted to cover his face.

"Now wrap your legs around me and hold on."It felt odd to have his naked parts against me but not too bad since I was fully covered.

For the first half hour I was getting used to the extra weight and volume until it reminded me of trying to ride the Harley when I was pregnant. About that time I settled into the rhythm of the road and felt Pablo falling asleep with his head on my chest. My thoughts were more on the twins and how fast children grow than watching the sides of the road, we hadn't seen anything that would interfere with our riding since the day we left the village and wasn't expecting anything to pop up then. How long would it be before I could bring the boys out to enjoy a ride with me?

We had left the latest town where we were shutting down the power before heading home with Lucia and Pablo when off to the side of the road not one hundred feet in front of us we spotted a wild looking child. We slowed the cycles and approached carefully but he kept moving further towards the pine forest that lined the road. Thinking this could be an ambush I had Jesus stay on the road and cover me with his rifle.

The child looked about ten but I couldn't tell from the distance he kept what sex it was, the hair was filthy and hung well below its shoulders. I doubted the face had been washed in months so it was impossible to determine any characteristics other than a prominent chin not enough to definitely say it was a boy but I was of that impression. All the child was wearing was an old T-shirt announcing a band I had never heard of, AC/DC? The shirt hung down far enough to cover any way to determine sex.

I had taken Pablo with me to move closer to the child but it kept trying to stay away. I remembered the reaction of the people in the lower level of the village upon first seeing strangers, fear was natural. Where was he coming from? Was there a group of people that lived nearby that had somehow survived but without contact with others? How would that have been possible? Were we walking into a trap? I pulled my pistol before we lost sight of Jesus and Lucia.

I was determined to learn if the child had support so I followed it into the forest over a smooth flowing creek and down the side of a forested hill until it was standing in front of a tin shed with smoke coming out the steel pipe exhaust. It looked old enough to keep a fire burning but not to have built the shack on its own. Weather had shaken the shack so that what may have once been tight enough to protect the inhabitants from the attack now would barely protect them from a hard rain.

"Pablo, stay here." He was skittish enough about the child that he backed into the nearest tree. I had waited to be sure he wouldn't run and nodded that he was okay where he stopped.

The child opened the door and pointed inside. I didn't know if it wanted me to look inside or go in but whichever, I needed to get closer to do it. I was a little less worried since it was the only shack.

The fire inside didn't give much light to push back the shade from the huge pines but the child seemed to know exactly where it wanted to go. I stayed at least three steps behind as it entered the shack. I heard a low moan so indistinct that I couldn't even tell what it came from, human or animal. It took me another few steps into the shack for me to see a body laying on what I took to be a surplus Army cot. At first I thought it must be an old woman but as I moved to allow the firelight to show more I could see that it definitely was a man. He must have been ninety or more, his body was emaciated from not having enough food or water. I didn't know if it was because he couldn't eat and drink or because the child had not been given him enough of either.

He didn't speak to me or the child. I wished Rhoda or Karen was along to help the man. He waved at the child. It shook its head but when the man waved again it moved to my side. The old man looked at it and then at me, nodded his head and gave out his final breath. It looked at the old man and carefully pulled up his blanket to reveal a dog that had been standing guard under the bed.

The child didn't say a word. He went outside followed by the dog and found an old shovel with a gap-toothed blade. I saw that it wanted to bury the old man. As I looked around all I saw was ground that was going to be woven with tree roots, difficult to dig through, even the first foot. I followed the child up a small hill and found that either he or the old man had started a grave, it was almost four feet deep so I didn't think we would need to go much further. I returned to the shack with the child to fetch the body. The dog that had been standing guard wouldn't let me close until the child stomped the ground and clapped its hands.

Until I lifted the old man I didn't realize how emaciated he had been. The body didn't even weigh sixty pounds so I was able to easily carry it to the hole at the top of the small hill. I lay him beside the hole realizing that at one time he was rather tall. We had to shave a foot of dirt off one end of the hole before lowering him. The child had thought to bring a blanket to lay under the body and to then wrap over it. I gave him a few minutes alone with the body before I picked up the shovel to fill in the grave.

I had sent Pablo back to let Jesus and Lucia know he was safe and that I would return before dark. At that point I had spent three hours with the child and had been unable to get him to verbally respond to anything I said. Visual clues he followed quick enough that I knew he wasn't stupid but I was getting the impression he couldn't hear or speak. The dog didn't let me get close enough to the child to check his ears for blockage.

How had he gone from it to boy? When we started to expand the grave to be long enough for the dead man he threw his shirt in a pile of needles nearby. That was all he was wearing and I could see that he was still prepubescent but definitely male. I wasn't thinking much about the future as we covered the man's body, it was obvious to me that I couldn't leave him there but were there others near enough to help him or would he need to come to the village with us? And the dog? There were adults that had said how glad they were that no pets had survived to follow us to the village and others that said they wish the kids had a dog to play with.

I shouldn't have been worried. The waving the old man had done just before dying had cemented in the boys head that he was to go with me. I looked around the shack to see if there was anything the boy might want or need in the future, I found a few pictures and what might have once been a ceremonial outfit and headdress. It was only then that I understood that he was one of the Alabama-Coushatta Indian tribe that was scattered through the Big Piney forest even though there were clearly marked boundaries for the reservation that had mostly only been enforced to keep people out not in.

"How did he survive the attack? It was always one of the first things we tried to find out about other survivors. So it was a natural question for Jesus to ask.

"He was living with a man, probably grandfather or great-grandfather in a tin shack that had been heavily painted with an aluminum paint, I think it was the type that was used years ago to dispel heat. They both survived the initial attack but the old man died, either of old age or some other condition. I only know what I do by having looked around, he hasn't spoken a word since we met."

"Do you think he can?"

"We'll learn more later, but we need to get moving."If he hadn't spoke by the time we made it to the village Rhoda could examine him to see if it was a physical or psychological problem.

"How are we going to carry him and that dog?" I had told Jesus when we left the B and B that we had to be careful not to pick up any more food or things we wanted for the village as the bikes were carrying about as much as they were built to carry. That was true for the Panigale, the Multistrada 2000 could easily carry another two hundred pounds if loaded properly.

"I hadn't thought about the dog needing to ride." If we went at the speed we had been traveling he couldn't keep up on foot. I had thought I should be able to ride the cycle with him behind me and Pablo in front although it would be awkward.

"Maybe we should try finding a house for the night and try working out a way for the dog to be strapped between the two of you. Lucia and I could put Pablo between us."

"We need to figure this out. I'm not confident you are ready to carry Lucia and Pablo, you haven't been riding that long." I hated telling him that but he knew I was still trying to teach him the tricks of riding a bike.

"Not that long? How far have we ridden since leaving the village?"Uh, oh.

"I checked my odometer just to be a smart ass. Six hundred miles."

"And that's not long enough?"

"Jesus, its a lot of extra weight."

"I can do it." Whenever he took that tone I knew that he would do whatever it was just to prove to me he could. In a way I was glad he was taking that attitude, he might need it to take the extra weight.

"Okay, we'll search for a house, go slow enough for the dog to follow along. Then we'll do what we need to to make straps for Pablo, AC/DC and the dog. If Pablo is going to be between the two of you Lucia is going to need something to hold onto, too. We may make two vest of straps, AC/DC can hold to mine around the dog and Lucia to yours around Pablo." It was a working hypothesis. We would have to see if there was anything strong enough to hold the weight and they could hold onto, if AC/DC didn't understand what he was to do we might have to strap him onto the bike, too.

Why the thought of a papoose came to my mind I'm not certain but it probably had something to do with the outfit I had brought for AC/DC from his relative's home. He might be the first of us that was one hundred percent one ethnicity (everyone else was at least two) even if he was wearing clothing from the white man's culture. The idea that he was disabled and would never speak to us was bothersome but at least he would be safe.