A few hours later, right in the middle of the day, Paul was startled awake by a feeling of warmth engulfing his dick. Barely cracking open his eyes, he spotted Claire greedily slurping on his cock, her eyes glazed with lust as she stirred him from his slumber. And there was Alicia too, her tongue swirling around his balls and the base of his shaft. Seeing that his sisters were eagerly waking him up with a pair of sloppy blowjobs, Paul just melted into their warm, wet mouths and naughty tongues. He savored the lewd way they were rousing him from sleep.
Claire's mouth enveloped his cock, her lips sliding smoothly down his shaft as Alicia's skilled tongue lavished attention on his heavy balls, gently suckling them as her tongue explored every wrinkle and ridge. He let out a low groan, his hips involuntarily bucking upward into Claire's eager mouth. The sight of his sisters, both so gorgeous and eager to please him, sent his desire spiraling out of control. He reached down, tangling his fingers in their silky hair, holding them against him as they worshipped his aching cock and throbbing balls.
Alicia slid her hand between Claire's legs from behind, rubbing her sister's soaked slit through her panties as Claire moaned around the thick shaft in her mouth. The vibrations sent shockwaves of pleasure through Paul's groin. He tightened his grip in their hair, fucking their faces with increasing urgency. They were his, wholly his, and he would take his pleasure from them as he desired.
Claire pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to Paul's glistening cock. "You taste so good," she purred, licking her lips before taking him again in her naughty mouth.
Claire resumed her oral assault on Paul's throbbing shaft. Alicia moaned into his balls, the wet sounds of her suckling intermingling with Claire's slurping and moaning. Paul's cock pulsed against his sisters' tongues as he felt his climax building, his balls drawing up tight.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Paul grunted, his hips pistoning between their faces. Claire doubled her efforts, taking him to the hilt and swallowing around him, desperate to milk his thick load. Alicia was lapping her tongue against his asshole giving him a wet rimjob, making Paul tremble at the sensation experienced by his naughty girl.
Paul let out a guttural groan, his cock spurting hot and heavy down Claire's eager throat. She gulped it down greedily, not missing a single drop. As he began to soften, Alicia guided his still-sensitive shaft into her own waiting mouth, suckling gently, wanting to milk a load for herself to taste too.
Alicia's tongue swirled around the head of Paul's cock as Claire swallowed the last spurt of his thick load. He groaned at the sensation, his hand still tangled in Claire's silky hair as if praising her. Alicia's fingers kept playing with his balls, massaging them gently as she took his shaft deeper into her warm, wet mouth.
Claire pulled away with a satisfied moan, licking her lips still tasting the flavor in her mouth, as she admired the sight of her younger sister servicing their brother's impressive cock. "He tastes so good," she purred, her eyes locked on Paul's face, watching for every twitch and grimace of pleasure.
Alicia bobbed her head eagerly, taking Paul's length to the hilt, her nose pressed against his pelvis. She pulled back slowly, her tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft, tracing the thick veins that pulsed with each beat of his heart. Claire's fingers made their way into Alicia's dripping pussy, intending to return to her sister the trick she did on her just a moment before, rubbing her clit in tight circles as Alicia moaned around Paul's cock.
The room was filled with the obscene sounds of slurping and suckling as Paul's cock was worshipped by his sisters. He could feel the tension building in his balls once more as Alicia's talented mouth worked over his sensitive flesh. He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her in place as he began to thrust shallowly into her eager mouth.
"Fuck, that's it, just like that," he grunted, his hips snapping forward as he fucked his sister's face. Alicia moaned in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Paul's groin. He could feel his climax approaching again, his cock throbbing urgently against her tongue.
With a strangled cry, Paul erupted once more, his cock spurting hot and heavy into Alicia's waiting mouth. She swallowed it all, sucking as she enveloped his cock not wanting to leave a drop of his brother cum in his dick as it leaves her mouth. As he began to soften, Paul pulled away, his cock slick with his beautiful twin saliva.
When Paul finally pulled away, Claire took him again for a moment as she lapped her tongue quickly around cleaning it of any remains before leaving his cock. Both sisters licked their lips, savoring his musky taste. "Mmm, you taste even better now that you're spent," Claire purred. Paul grinned down at them, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. "Well, you two sure know how to wake a guy up," he said with a chuckle.
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The gentle sway of the yacht matched the calm rhythm of the waves, a perfect day that promised peace, or at least as much peace as one could find in these times.
Paul's arms wrapped comfortably around the buttocks of his sisters, as they made their way out onto the main deck. Their playful teasing had been a good start to his day after a deep, much-needed sleep. Both girls had a knack for lightening his mood, and this morning was no exception, giving him an amazing wake-up blowjob.
As he stepped into the sunlight, a breeze carried the fresh scent of the sea, and Paul couldn't help but smile as he caught sight of Andrea and Amy, the sisters fishing near the edge of the yacht.
"Good day, beautiful ladies," Paul called out, his voice warm as he addressed them.
Amy, always a little shy around him, turned quickly at the sound of his voice. "Hi, Paul," she greeted with a timid smile as she blushed.
Paul looked at Amy smiling, he knew the girl had something for him. And he was just bidding his time, for the right moment for something to happen. After all, how was he supposed to say no if a hottie like her threw herself at him? Tell me, could you just let go of her like that?
Andrea, more outgoing, smirked knowingly. "Hey, looks like they succeeded in waking you up." Her eyes flickered down to where Paul's hands still rested on his sisters' waists, causing her grin to widen.
Paul raised an eyebrow, matching her mischievous tone. "How'd you know?"
"They were fishing with us but left when they saw you'd been asleep for hours." Andrea skillfully cast her line into the water, releasing it with an impressive flick of her wrist. "Needed a bit of help, I guess," she added with a playful wink.
Paul watched the line arc through the air and land smoothly into the water. "Nice release," he complimented. "You know your stuff."
"Yeah, Dad taught us since we were kids," Andrea replied, casually tugging the line as she let it settle. "We used to fish with him all the time."
Amy nodded, a hint of nostalgia in her voice. "We'd catch them and then let them go."
The conversation drifted like the calm waves. Paul remained content to watch as they fished, feeling the peacefulness of the moment wash over him as he enjoyed his sister's warm bodies against him as the breeze passed by them. But the sister's chat changed more personal as they became emotional at the mention of their dad.
Amy adjusted her line, and as she did, Andrea gave her a curious look. "What?" Amy asked, sensing something was on her sister's mind.
"Nothing," Andrea said, but her face betrayed her thoughts. She had something on her mind to say, right on the tip of her tongue.
"It's not nothing," Amy pressed, rolling her eyes. "It's always something. Come on, spit it out."
Andrea sighed. "Did Dad ever teach you how to tie nail knots?" She asked her sister with a skeptical look.
Amy furrowed her brow, slightly confused. "Why would he? He always used a fisherman's knot. Just one knot."
Andrea chuckled softly but shook her head. "No, Amy, he tied at least three knots. Clinch knots, too."
Amy shook her head, adamant. "No way. I swear he only ever used one."
"Fine, I'm making it up." Andrea suspires and raises her hand in surrender, not wanting to continue trying to reason with her sister. Amy just has a little smile as she raises her eyebrows.
Their quiet bickering had an air of familiarity, the kind that only siblings could engage in—comfortable and gentle but with underlying affection.
Paul stepped back slightly, watching as they reminisced about their father's fishing lessons as he kept playing with Alicia and Claire. Their conversation seemed trivial at first, but it began to peel back layers of their memories, revealing a bittersweet bond rooted in their shared past.
"Dad taught me wet lures," Andrea added, still sounding surprised as if she were just realizing this herself. Not convinced about what their dad taught Amy.
"You're kidding. Wet lures?" Amy's voice was full of disbelief. "But he was always so strict about dry ones with me. Are you serious?"
"I mean, you know Dad on the fishing thing." Amy continued.
Andrea shrugged. "Maybe he changed things up over the years," Andrea says looking around with a confused look, not believing what her sister was telling her. Their dad taught them differently how to fish.
Amy's expression softened. "That would be like changing his religion... He never did that."
Andrea smiled sadly. "People change, Amy. It's not like it's his fault we were born twelve years apart."
Amy was quiet for a moment, reflecting on that. "No, but the minute you went to college, I was the one stuck in the boat with him, and he only taught me dry lures. He never changed."
Andrea's eyes glistened slightly as memories of their father resurfaced. "Do you think he did it for us?" Her voice was soft now, a little sad. "Because he knew we were different? You needed to throw the fish back, and I needed to catch them."
Amy gave a shaky laugh, her voice cracking. "Maybe." She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. "God, I miss him."
Andrea inhaled deeply, trying to keep herself from breaking down. "Remember his rule, Amy. No crying in the boat. It scares the fish."
A brief silence settled over the deck. The sounds of the reel clicking as it whirred echoed faintly. Amy glanced back at Andrea, her voice trembling. "Mom and Dad... maybe Florida wasn't hit so bad. Maybe they're okay."
Andrea didn't answer immediately, but her silence spoke volumes. She didn't believe that. Deep down, neither did Amy. But hope was all they had left.
"I think you have a bite," Andrea finally said, attempting to shift the focus. "Even if you're using the wrong knots."
Amy chuckled through her tears, shaking her head as she reeled in her line. "So much for no crying in the boat."
Paul watched them from a distance, feeling the weight of their conversation. The world had changed, and so had everyone in it. But some things, like memories of family, remained unshakable.
With the emotional atmosphere hanging in the air, Alicia and Claire made their way to Andrea and Amy, offering the silent support that only friends and sisters could give. Paul, sensing they needed some space, excused himself to make himself some coffee. The hot cup of coffee in his hands was the energizer he needed to get moving after sleeping every time.
He returned to the deck, bringing along sweet treats to lift the mood. "I thought you could use this," he said, offering them the snacks and hoping to bring some lightness back into the moment. He sipped his hot coffee, letting the familiar sweetness wake him up fully as he bit a milk-chocolate-flavored bar. Before his coffee, he had felt sluggish, like a walker himself, but now he was ready to move again.
"I will leave you to your devices, girls, I will go to see if there is new info about our relentless admirer if its still waiting for us." Paul says as he kisses his sisters, "By the way, where is Nick? or Mom." Paul asks his sisters.
"Nick and Mom are on the island, Mom must be with Melissa and Liza, while Nick must be doing Nick's stuff." Alicia answers his twin.
"Alright, I will go check Strand and Daniel," Paul says as he leaves the girls to keep chatting between themselves as they enjoy a little snack while fishing. Then he moved into the cockpit to see what Strand and Daniel were up to.
Chris was spending an awful lot of time with Liza lately. Paul had seen them very close and had doubts. That he might try to follow his steps, which made him raise an eyebrow and smile, expectant of what might happen between them.
Shrugging, he walked into the cockpit. "You hover over me like the specter of death, Daniel."
"Maybe I am or your guardian angel," Daniel said, making sounds like singing and tapping his belly in rhythm.
"Hey Strand, it's better being in Daniel's company. At least he can sing while protecting you. That's a multi-talented bodyguard!" Paul chuckled loudly at the pair.
"That doesn't make it any easier," Strand said resignedly.
"So, how are we doing? Any news? Is our friend still waiting for us?" Paul asked as he sat on the sofa.
"Still the same. The morning was calm around us," Daniel said while tapping his belly as if bored.
"Yes, our friends are still the same, showing on the radar," Strand said angrily and took and ate a few M&Ms from a bag.
Suddenly, there were beeping sounds from the yacht console, likely from the radar.
"Our friend is gone. We sail with the tide," Strand said as he looked at the display that was beeping until it stopped. "I need to contact a friend who would help us pass the border now that we are traveling to Baja."
"Good, that's good. One less problem," Paul smiled as he was relaxing on the couch. "But also making my trip into town useless for our situation, but food always comes in handy."
"How do you plan to contact your friend?" Daniel inquired.
"With this." Strand stood from the captain's seat and moved to the couch where Paul was resting, giving him a signal to move.
Paul stood up a little grumpily as he was comfy there and saw how Strand moved the seat, revealing a trunk. He took a key and opened it. Inside, there were a few charts and papers, and one satellite phone. He saw also something wrapped in a cloth that by the size and form of it, must be a gun.
He wasn't interested in the other things or the satellite phone but his eyes stuck on the thing wrapped in the cloth. "What is that thing?" Paul asked him while pointing.
Strand was checking the satellite phone when he heard him. After seeing what he was referring to, he casually said. "That thing is a submachine gun, an MP5."
"Fuck, you had that beauty locked away all the time?" Paul said excitedly and without asking for permission, took and unwrapped it. Loving the gun, it was clean without a speck of dust, oiled and new. "Look at that, this is a German beauty, a Maschinenpistole 5, everything in German sounds better." Paul chuckled.
He removed the magazine and opened the chamber to see if there wasn't anything in there, but a bullet was chambered, ejecting when he opened it. "Truly a marvelous gun, looks good too."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." Daniel also took it and played with it for a while.
Strand in the meantime, raised an eyebrow at the excited look in Paul with the gun. "I need to leave to higher ground. I will come back later. Make the rest prepare to leave. We sail in a couple of hours." Strand said, takes the yacht key, and goes away.
Daniel passed him again the MP5 that Strand left to Paul along with three extra magazines, seeing how he loved playing with it as if it was a new toy for a boy. Then he pulls a knife and starts playing with the trunk lock, opening it after a while of fiddling with it as it did a click sound.
"Damn, your good old man" Paul praises him while resting the gun at the side.
"Okay." Daniel, a little smug, starts taking all the things inside. "There are only maps of Baja California and a few nautical charts left along with a few things of value. Mm-hmm." Daniel said thoughtfully.
"It seems Strand has no more hidden agendas, or he hides them well. What do you think?" Paul said as he takes again the MP5, preparing to leave the cockpit along with it, to keep playing with it as he sits into a sun lounger while enjoying the sun and having a beer.
"It could be that there are no more problems. But I will still follow him closely, just in case," Daniel said.
Paul goes downstairs into the living room while leaving Daniel to cover their tracks.
When his mother approaches him along with Liza and Chris.
"My love, we need to talk about something," Madison says as she takes his hand and kisses his lips. Liza's eyes took an interesting look for a second as she saw the mother and son kiss and intimate calling, and got even a little agitated the next moment.
Paul saw Liza look, but also saw how Chris took her hand and she was a little agitated. It seems his thoughts were on point, Chris definitely was making a move on Liza. He also wants to feel his own mother's pussy.
Seeing that, he gives him a bone. He embraces his mother's waist with his left hand making her get closer to his body, and then moves it into his mother's jeans cupping her ass with his open hand and not being enough to cover the soft flesh. He kept touching her ass as she rested against his chest, getting excited.
Liza and Chris saw how Paul got frisky with Madison, and Liza became more agitated and seemed kinda excited, but Chris seemed to not have the guts to do something more adventurous to Liza, just holding her hand and bringing her a little closer to him.
"What happened Mom?." Paul asks now getting more focused on the matter.
Madison was trying so hard not to moan at his touch in front of Liza and Chris, "When I and Liza told Melissa that probably we would be leaving soon, she looked a little stunned and sad." Madison said with a rough voice. "She was giving signs during our chats between last night and today about probing if we would take children, asking about my job, if I liked kids, if I had plans for more, she also practically asked Liza the same."
"Yeah, that's right. She also was the one to turn on the lights last night, she saw us coming." Liza also says from the side. "She wants us to take with us Willa and Harry."
"Why? They are fine in this place." Paul asks surprised and in doubt. "They have food, water, a fence all around. Sure they also have big walkers problems with that town. But if they are careful they would not be in danger."
"She's convinced that if they stay here, they all die," Madison says worried about it. "You were in that harbor this morning, how long until they make their way up there? It's not secure."
Paul would have refuted that it was easy to kill them all if it was him, but they were simple humans, if the full mass of the horde migrated over and steamrolled the fence, they would have one end.
"And their mother, can't she come with us and take care of her children on her own?." Paul asks raising an eyebrow. He didn't want to take care of other people's children, if he had to take care of children at least they must be his own, fuck.
"She can't leave, she's sick," Madison says to him. "Can we take them with us love?, please I'm asking you to do it." she embraces him and looks at him with pleading eyes.
Fuck, fuck. Paul was cursing inside him. But seeing his mother ask that of him like that, he couldn't refuse her. "Alright, let's take them with us." Paul sighs and answers.
Madison instantly was with a bright and pleased look that her son accepted her request. She took him into a wet kiss while playing excitedly with his tongue. "Thanks, my love. I love you. We are saving them by doing this, it's the right thing to do."
"And I love you too Mom." Paul sighs again, the things I do for love.
At that moment, Nick appears with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Madison asks her son with an inquiring look, as she separates from Paul and stays by his side.
"I think this asshole is planning to 'Jonestowning' his whole family," Nick says, looking worried.
"What? What do you mean?" Liza asks, surprised by the answer.
"I found pills in his office. I think it's poison," Nick says, almost certain of that.
"Well, the man looked nuts to me since the moment he started talking about nature's grand plans and us being the problem, along with other kinds of stuff. I wouldn't be too surprised if he had plans like that," Paul says, giving his two cents about the man.
"Yeah, his son is probably the same. He gave me the creeps. I don't like that guy too much," Chris says, also voicing what he thought.
"Really? Maybe it is. I just faced him once, and he wasn't the type to be sociable. He had a grumpy and displeased face the moment I saw him," Paul says.
"How do you know?" Liza asked Nick.
"How do you know?" Liza asked Nick.
"I know my pharmaceuticals, and I know pillheads. Those people aren't that, and those pills aren't recreational," Nick says sincerely about what he thinks.
"Let's go talk to Melissa," Madison says with a worried and sad face. She now knows why Melissa wanted them to take her children and why they didn't have a future on the island.
A while later, they were waiting inside the Geary family house, waiting for Melissa to bring her children so they could take them with them, now that they are about to sail given that the ship following them had left.
"They'll be right down," Melissa says as she appears with a pair of luggage in her hands.
"Do they understand?," Madison asks her.
"Um, I told them they were going on a boat ride. They'd be back in a couple of days," Melissa says, being a little unsure and worried about how her children will do. "I think they're excited about it."
"We'll take care of them. I promise you," Madison takes her hand and says firmly to her while looking into her eyes. "We'll keep them safe."
Paul simply sighed to himself at the whole situation.
"This...This is Harry's," Melissa says, giving Madison a sling. "He gets scared at night. He pretends not to, but he ends up crawling into his sister's bed."
"It's okay. We've been trying to discourage him from that, but I think it's okay, you know? If he does that, it's okay," Melissa continues.
"My boy, crawling into his sister's bed... that guy just in case, his name isn't Paul?," Paul was laughing his ass off inside, at his stupid jokes. In this tense situation, he couldn't help but crack a joke.
"And Willa, her hair is..." Melissa tries to talk, but she is just so tense and sad that her voice just goes away. "She has this hair... She'll cry if you comb it, so just wait until you shampoo and put conditioner in it and then it'll be a lot easier."
At that moment, George appears, seeing all the people in his living room and the luggage at his wife's feet. "What's going on?"
"Hey, George."
"What is this? Melissa?" George asks, upset at this situation and her.
"George." Melissa says with a little cracked voice and tries to get closer to him.
"Why?" George asks her, hurt by her actions and takes a few steps backward as she gets near. "Why?"
"Listen to me." Melissa embraces George while trying to talk to him about what she thought. "I love you. I love our family."
"But we have to give them a chance. I can't look at them every day and see nothing for them; I just can't." Melissa continued.
Madison was a little unsure and did not know how to act in this situation. Paul embraced her waist and brought her closer to him, calming her at his touch.
"No! Melissa, this is our place; we belong here. Why are you sending our kids away? Out there is the same as here." George starts reproaching her. "Here they are with their family and where they belong."
"They are not safe here," Madison says from Paul's side to them. "How long until the horde of walkers comes into this place, attracted by anything?"
"My mother is right; you can't stop them." Paul says.
"If that is what nature wants of us, so be it." George says with finality, not intending to let his children leave.
But it was at that moment they saw the kids appear tumbling down the stairs, surprising the people present, both dead being walkers.
"Harry! Willa!" Melissa was crying the moment she saw them crash on the floor and ran to them.
"Melissa!" George, with a struggle on his face and heartbroken, tries to stop his wife but in the end desists.
"Melissa, Melissa, no, you can't hold them." Madison exclaims loudly to Melissa, who is running to hold his children. "It's not safe to hold them."
"She knows," George says as he sees his wife take his children, now being walkers in her arms.
"Even if she knows, you can't let her do this." Liza tries to reason with him, but seeing Melissa hold them knew it is the end.
Harry then, now a walker, bites Melissa feasting in her throat, and as she drops backward the walker mounts her body and starts eating her alive, Willa also follows suit and starts eating her belly.
"No!" George cried sadly the moment he saw his dead child bite Melissa.
"Oh god," Madison exclaims seeing what is happening in front of her.
"Mom, Nick, let's go. We need to go; we can't help them." Paul says, as he takes in hand his pistol from the holster and takes his mother out of the house.
"Leave this place," George tells them as they exit the house, closing the door after saying it. Intending to die with his wife and children.
Paul kept holding onto his mother's hand in case she had some funny idea and brought her back to the yacht. They saw as they descended along the trail, Strand coming back and telling the group something while Daniels was untying the boat from the pier.
It seems to be time to weigh anchor, just in time that this happened with the Geary family. Obviously, there was still that Seth guy somewhere, but fuck him, he can venture into town and look for a vessel if he wants to leave this place or kill the walkers here and secure it, but he had a bad feeling that if he saw what happened with his family before they leave he would be trouble for them.
As they were beside the yacht about to board it.
Daniel asked them "What happened?" seeing how we were fleeing.
"They are walkers now, except the older one, who wasn't there," Paul says as he makes sure Madison gets aboard and then Nick. "He has a rifle, it could be trouble when he sees his family dead."
"What happened?" Alicia appears with the girls.
"The family on the island is dead," Paul starts letting them know what happened. "The kids were killed, not knowing, by taking suicide pills his father had, intending to use them on his family at a given moment."
"Their oldest is alive, but we are not taking him," Paul adds. "That's why, all of you, get inside and don't leave for the moment. The guy has a rifle with a scope, he could shoot us from afar, resentful that his family is dead."
"We are leaving," Strand says as he sees that Daniel released the yacht from the pier and moves into the cockpit to start moving the yacht.
"Good," Paul says and takes all his girls inside, intending not to let one of them be near a place where they could be shot. Then he grabs the 'Mamba' and, while intending to start looking for him, hears a gunshot impacting near them.
"Take cover, he is shooting at us," Paul yells at all the people. Then, using the Mamba, he starts looking around trying to find him, but it was easy because the guy was lurking on the lookout beside the pier, standing while shooting at them.
Paul yelled, "I found him! He's in the lookout beside the pier," and didn't wait any longer. He shot the guy dead. "It's over. You can come out now," Paul called as he saw him fall into the ground.
"Is everyone alright?" Paul asked as they gathered.
"Yes, my love," Madison reassured him. She had been with his daughters, Andrea and Amy, downstairs, because of Paul.
Everyone else confirmed they were okay.
Alicia and Claire took hold of Paul's hands.
"I'm fine," Paul said. "It needed to be done. That guy was a threat. I never intended to leave him alive after he shot at us, when we had done nothing wrong. Thank goodness he didn't hurt anyone."
Paul and his family, along with the others, stood on deck watching as they left the island behind, now heading to their new destination in Baja California.