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Day 8 with the twins. Jay awoke in the makeshift double bed but didn't awaken with the twins beside him. He didn't think much of it, getting out of bed and getting himself a glass of water… and then some pants. He was moderately disappointed that he didn't wake up next to the buxom and beautiful girls but at the same time… no actually he was just a little disappointed. He did some morning business, flushed it, and considered making breakfast, but decided to check on the twins. It wasn't like there were a lot of places for them to go. So he went back into the pod room expecting to find them playing solitaire.
But they weren't there. A rush of anxiety surged through him because they weren't in the bathroom. Instantly he rushed to the entrance of the bunker, looking up at the hatch but it seemed to be undisturbed judging by the dust of the ladder, only his handprints from when he first entered.
"Girls?! GIRLS?!" he shouted, "Sammy?! Pammy?!" the only place they could've been and that was the storage warehouse, rushing inside. "GIRLS?!" he shouted. His voice echoed into the warehouse. Girls… girls…
However he didn't actually expect to get a response. They were essentially non-verbal. But they say actions are louder than words and the second his echo trailed off, he heard thumping. Something, or more accurately a pair of 'somethings', were bounding or running off the boxes and shelves of the warehouse. Before dramatically flipping in sync, and landing superhero style before him, shooting up in a mirrored Cammy fighting stance. Readying to fight…
"…Oh there you are. I was worried there for a… what are you two wearing?"
Pammy was wearing a long brown overcoat with an old school detective noir fedora, whereas Sammy was sporting an American flag Stetson cowboy hat, a matching bikini top, and short-shorts so short they barely hid the matching bikini bottoms. Seeing as Jay was not in danger… the girls relaxed, looking at him curiously.
"Where did you find those?" he asked, his gaze lingering on Sammy who was wearing something a patriotic stripper from America would wear in Texas. He wasn't complaining but Sammy was clearly getting his attention more then Pammy… who didn't seem to enjoy the sudden enhanced interest in her sister or the smug look on Sammy's face.
Pammy grabbed his hand, dragging him firmly into the warehouse. "Whoa!" they were so slender and shapely that sometimes he forgot that they could probably smash the crates, or some unlucky schmuck's car, with their bare hands.
Sammy just smiled, wrapping her arms around Jay's free flailing one, smirking as she squeezed it between her breasts but Pammy strove on. Leading him to a collection of opened boxes. They mostly contained clothes. Regular standard stuff like plain t-shirts and slacks, but also things can only be described as gimmicked costumes. He picked up a skimpy bikini… "Oh come on." He mumbled tiredly, "What are these even for?" he mumbled as the girls giggled. He put it down. "We'll… at least we have a change of clothes." He said, grabbing at a few pants and slacks, clearly designed for comfort in the bunker. "Let's get you into these, you won't have to walk around in your pod suits anymore."
A regretful decision, but a moral one.
The girls, however, seemed to trying to tempt him by posing as he held up the shirts. "Yes, you two are very pretty." He smiled as they seemed thrilled at the compliment. "But please put some real clothes on." He begged, "For my heart." They pouted, clearly, they didn't like the idea of wearing anything constraining like shirts and slacks…
Admittedly they both might have trouble fitting those glorious backsides into pants no matter how good they might look.
"How did you even know these were here?" he asked, looking at the pile of clothes. "Though I guess if you were just looking around, this was a good find." The girls tilted their heads in that cute young puppy way as he smiled, sometimes he thinks they do that just to distract him. "Come on you can play dress up later." He said, handing both Sammy, and Pammy the clothes. Though they didn't change into them as he began scooping the clothes back into what remained for the crates.
"I wish you girls found a map or something." He said sadly, "But at least we have something to work with if we ever have to go outside the bunker." The girls curiously tilted their heads the other way, as if unable to comprehend actually leaving the bunker. But it was only a matter of time before they would HAVE too. "Maybe if there are clothes, there are other useful things in here, I'll just have to find them-WHOA!"
Sammy and Pammy, seeing as Jay had finished 'cleaning up' quickly took his arms and dragged him further into the warehouse. "Girls come on!" he bemoaned, easily dragging him between the shelves, he laughed as they took him further into the warehouse. "Where are we even going?"
But they stopped between another stack of shelves, turning him around and pushing him carefully, but easily toward a crate. "…What? This one?" she pushed him against it. "Oph! Okay! Okay, I'll open it!" he laughed sheepishly. Before opening the crate. "Oh hey!" he said excitedly. Canteens, compasses, and sunhats were neatly packed and stored in the crate… and some were missing. Clearly, the old bunker occupants had emptied it out when they themselves decided to leave.
But this was still a good sign, at least he had plenty to work with when they left, with a compass he'll be able to tell which way was north, and since he knew he landed somewhere in the southwest of the Sahara he could at least find the ocean, and ideally some sort of civilization.
Wait… how did the girls know this was here?
"Girls how did you know this was here?" he asked as they tilted their heads at him. "Oh come on." He sighed. "…Well no use asking about it. I'm hungry. How about breakfast?" he asked. "MRE's good?" Not like they had anything else and the joke flew right over the girls' pretty heads, but they followed him back through the warehouse regardless, carrying their new clothes under their arms.
Once he got some breakfast in him and the girls, his mind was a little clearer. Maybe with those supplies, he can try to map the area piece by piece… eventually, he'd get somewhere. But what he was really curious about was-
"Why haven't you two changed yet?" he asked the girls, they were now playing a game of chess, as always Pammy was white and Sammy was black, and they looked at him in their new outfits. "You can wear actual clothes and-Pammy aren't you hot in that?" he asked, looking at her wearing the coat. "Come on take that off and put on some-" But Pammy only heard 'take that off' part, as he stopped talking once she began revealing she was wearing a British flag bikini… and of course it was a thong.
Now, apparently, it was Pammy's turn to look smug at her pouting sister… Jay's attention was just something they competed for. He was living the nerd dream. "Girls PLEASE put on clothes." He begged after getting his brain off of Pammy's thick thong backside, and went back into the pod room, working on the computer might give him a better result on the inventory of the storage warehouse. There must be SOMETHING. Typing away, he didn't notice Pammy suddenly raising her arms in triumph after beating her sister.
Sammy scowled at Pammy who stood up and SMACKED her hands on her rear, shaking it mockingly at her sister's face before skipping back into the pod room towards an unsuspecting Jay who let's be honest should be expecting it. Once she passed her pod she stopped joyfully skipping, then strut seductively toward an inattentive Jay, her long blonde pigtails brushing her ass cheeks as she stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest, sensually, nuzzling his cheek again, her backside shaking adorably as Cowgirl Sammy continued to scowl.
"Pammy, not now please I'm trying to-WHOA!" she spun him in his chair so he was now facing her grinning face before getting a face full of England. God save the queen. "Mmngh!" she squeezed his face between her breasts, sitting on his lap in the surprisingly sturdy swivel chair. She then grabbed his face pulling him from her breasts before forcefully kissing him. "Mmngh!?" she moaned as her tongue hungrily thrashed around his mouth.
His hands slid around her body, squeezing her meaty ass cheeks as she cooed into his mouth, subtly gyrating on his body, rubbing the growing erection in his pants. His cock twitched with each squeeze of Pammy's plump backside, drooling into his mouth and cooing longingly before pulling away and continuing the sensual gyration-focused lap dance, pushing her chest into his face once more before she threw off the Fedora and slid off his lap.
"Whoa!" she did the splits on the floor, leaning forward into his crotch, and nuzzling his erection. Clawing at his pants and pulling them down to his knees, then his ankles… his cock rigidly standing at attention before pulling him into her mouth. "Oooh." He groaned, feeling Pammy sliding down to the base of his erection gazing up at him.
"SLURP!" her tongue flicked under his shaft, sliding to his tip and back down. Cooing lovingly she rubbed his legs. Her sister approached, looking sourly at Pammy, hands on her waist before stripping out of her short-shorts… putting the 'stripper' in the patriotic stripper comment earlier. Wiggling out of her pants as she Pammy moaned, his length twitching between her lips. Sammy began gyrating and swaying, looking right at Jay as she danced. Grinning smugly as she wormed gyrated in place… running her hands up and down her body as her sister continued to suck on his shaft.
"Ughh! P-Pammy-OH…" he groaned as she buried her face into his crotch and sucked out his load. Moaning happily as Sammy stopped her erotic dancing and approached her sister, grabbed her head, and began plunging her up and down on his shaft, Pammy noisily sucking as she did.
"Sammy! Don't hurt your sister." Groaned Jay, but the world-class head game they were both exposing him too was hard to resist. Sammy soon let go of Pammy's head, dropping beside her sister and wrapping her own lips around Jay's testicles. The left on anyway, Sammy released his length and suckled on his right, his limp phallus flopping between their beautiful faces as a double set of beautiful blue eyes gazed attentively at him.
"Mmngh-mmn…" garbling and slurping on his testicles before they began salivating over his shaft again together… Sammy taking her turn on his tip as Pammy's tongue kept tracing circles of saliva along his girth. Feeling it pulsate eagerly in Sammy's mouth. Sammy's tongue flicked over his glans as her lips bobbed up and down. And they just kept going, he wondered if how long they would keep this up, but then Sammy popped off his cock and stood up. Pammy moaned irately and grumbled once she was shoved out of the way and Sammy decided to go for a ride.
Ride em Cowgirl.
One hand on the Stetson, the other on his shoulder she bounced wildly up and down, grunting and groaning, rolling her head back as Jay groaned happily, her tight vaginal walls holding him tightly while the chair beneath her creaked and groaned under the collective weight. Her breasts bounced up and down before his eyes and his hands rested on Sammy's rear, feeling it twitch and wobbling in his hands. Pammy watched jealously, but she soon distracted herself by sucking on his balls, as her sister's big identical bottom bounced off her forehead.
Sammy buried Jay's face, between her breasts once more, bouncing that body up and down on his lap, ass rippling, body tensing. She shuddered and went still, moaning softly as she came on top of him… and took his hot wad straight into her body. "MMmngh!" moaned Jay, Sammy soon wiggling her rear on his lap. Before lifting her body off his lap.
"Oooh…" Jay moaned as she slipped off his lap, bending at a 90-degreee angle at the waist and kissing him before standing upright. Pammy not giving him any rest, stand up turned around, and dropped her ass down majestically onto his lap. She grided that big white booty on his cock until he was nice and hard again, before easily sliding him inside her.
"MMmn…" She gyrated and grinding on top of him, before holding tightly onto the arms of the chair, bouncing up and down as he grabbed her waist, and Sammy squeezed her sister's ass cheeks, licking her lips, thrusting Pammy down onto his body as he moaned happily.
"You two are… going to kill me." He moaned, but what a way to go. "Oh… Ugh!" Pammy squeezed down on him. He tightened his grip around her slender waist, pulling her down faster, harder… before switching to her pigtails and tugging them hard. Pammy moaned loudly as Sammy licked her face, but was looking at him… spanking her sister's bouncing rear playfully… before Pammy moaned, shaking on Jay's lap as he jerked about. Shaking as he filled her as well.
Pammy sighed contentedly, wriggling on his lap to get out the last droplets of his load. Sliding slowly off his shaft, and pressing her hands on her big rear, Sammy too, they rubbing their beautiful backsides as Jay groaned. "…I really wanted to do some work today." He mumbled but the girls soon turned around, and grabbed at his hands, pulling him upright and seductively moving back to the living quarters, grinning playfully at him as he bemoaned his eminent exhaustion… but BOY was it going to be fun.
Sammy put her new hat on his head, and shoved him onto the bed before she and her sister giddily swarmed him.
…
"Captain! We found something!" declared a man with a south African accent, pointing down at the crashed plane in the sand dune as another man stepped out of his jeep with another two militarily dressed men, one with an assault rifle, the other with a shotgun and a bandolier full of shells. The captain scratched his five-o'clock shadow as he looked at the crashed plane. He sniffed the hot sandy air before spitting into the sand.
"Check it out." He orders firmly and the trio of soldiers couldn't get down there fast enough, but if they were concerned about preserving the scene they didn't show it, practically tearing what was left of the plane apart… before finally his driver, the shotgun wielder shouted.
"Capitain!" his strong Spanish accent clearly heard. "We found this!" he said, holding a torn strip of cloth. It was a minimal thing, probably it would've gone unnoticed by anyone else. It had been torn from a uniform much earlier that week… to make a sun hat.
The captain approached, snatching it from the driver's hand, and examined it. The uniform was decorated with a certain symbol. "…Shadaloo?" he said, recognizing the lightning bolt skull of M. Bison.
"Si, Capitain." Said the driver. The captain scowled, seemingly thinking.
"…Any trails?"
His tracker, the assault rifle carrier and another south African had moved away from the plain. "…There are some Captain. But they are old and faint."
"So someone survived… and we didn't get any reports from camp about finding bodies."
"What are you thinking captain?" the first soldier asked as the Captain, an older man, sniffed again.
"…My old captain used to tell us stories of Bison and SHadaloo." He said thoughtfully, "…Said he had 'caches of treasure' all over the world." He eyed his team. "…There were rumors that there were such caches around this location when years ago they captured some lost Shadaloo scientists but they didn't say anything. And we were VERY convincing." The men chuckled at the subtly cruel joke. He fondled the strip of cloth again. "Can you follow the trail?"
The tracker nodded, but added uncertainly, "I can captain, but there was a sandstorm not too long ago, we might lose a trail or find nothing altogether. The Captain pondered this information, he wasn't your stereotypical dictator flunky who killed men that failed him, he often considered their input… but he was still far too greedy to ignore the possibility of buried treasure left by one of the most famous and successful criminal organizations in the world.
"We'll travel a day in that direction. Crashed in the desert with no supplies we will either find a body or we will find some treasure." He threw the cloth down into the sand and crushed it in until it disappeared under the grains, "Move out…" and they all returned to the jeep speeding off following Jay's long-placed and forgotten trail.
End