The Compound
Copyright© 2025 by Pete Fox
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Hedonistic prepper nudists, Shoshone trial marriage customs, a group of like-minded families prepare a bug out community in Wisconsin. Government bureaucrats, doctors, former military, farmers, and actors. In the background gain-of-function research, H5N1 influenza, spy games, sex, story progresses to 2020 pandemic over several instalments. Pete, a State Dept employee prepares his cabin and family for what he does not know. Much sex, drama, family fun, 1st POV, NSFW.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Mult Teenagers Fiction Historical Sharing Incest Exhibitionism Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Nudism Politics
A Day of Rest
Under the big sky-blue canopy, on a small stage, the Wilson girls and Tanya were singing “How Great Thou Art,” an old-school worship song. Pastor Jason stood off to one side, Bible on the podium, smiling, nude before God just like everyone else, his pubes neatly trimmed. The congregation followed along, adding their voices.
We stood in the middle rows on the right, among the 100 chairs set for the non-denominational church service, Sydney to my right, Julie and Jo to my left, while Tommy ushered or lingered with friends in the back, all of us joining the hymn.
Per The Compound’s custom of social nudity, those on the small riser stood bare, the same as us in the cheap seats, the girls’ only nod to modesty their diaphanous cloth wraps, emerald for Anna and sapphire for Alice, clinging low on their hips. Claudia wore a tight western-style vest over her breasts, Tanya’s guitar her cover, until she moved. At the microphone, Anna and Alice harmonized, their bluegrass roots lacing the song with southern texture, Anna’s bold voice soaring with fierce clarity, Alice’s softer tones quivering with shy grace. Tanya’s acoustic guitar strummed a rich backup, while Claudia’s violin wove a tender melody.
The twins’ slender frames, poised beside their bustier, taller blonde mom, hinted at their future allure, budding breasts with dusky-pink areolae catching the canopy’s gentle glow, narrow hips swaying faintly, coltish legs stepping lightly to the hymn’s beat, their wraps fluttering to hint at fine blonde pubes underneath. Their young bodies, a promise of the southern beauties they’d become, already captivated those in attendance. As they sang, their honey-blonde hair cascaded loose, flowing waves, Anna’s bold tresses bouncing freely, Alice’s softer strands swaying gently under the canopy’s blue glow.
I was half participating, my thoughts elsewhere. Foremost, the arrival of the rest of my family later today. The week had flown by, full of good people and chores not done. Heidi and Grace would add a new, not unwelcome, dynamic.
I took a sip of coffee from my mug and caught Juliet watching me from the left, where she sat with her family. I lifted my mug; she smiled. Pale and freckled, her red hair in a ponytail, back straight, chest out, except for being naked, she could have been at a Catholic mass back home, not at a nude Protestant church service. Next to me, Jo gave me a smile, then returned her attention to Pastor Jason.
Jo and I were good; an understanding reached over coffee and bagels on the screened porch early this morning. After game night, we had fucked in my bed alongside Sydney. The sex was powerful, as we went slower while Jo and Sydney kissed for the first time. Tanya didn’t come back after Dave Wilson picked her up and took her to their home. The fact that she was playing with the family band explained the dinner invitation, a shared love of making music.
Still thinking, there was the troubling gain-of-function information that didn’t sit well with me. Why was an apparent Chinese agent meeting with one of our top health officials in secret in Wisconsin? What were the risks? Why the secrecy?
We sat down. Jason was taking prayer requests. I wasn’t paying attention; my brain was processing the past week. Sydney, she wasn’t a problem; I just needed to come to grips with the idea that I did in fact want to have sex with my daughters and my wife approved. Old Testament justification for incest: how’d we get from Adam and Eve, the first humans, to where we are now with a world population of 7 billion if not by some family love? I had spent a great deal of time in the Middle East; it was still very common to see cousin marriages. A weak argument. But it’s all I had, and the fact that modern birth control allows us to enjoy sex more and worry less.
Pastor Jason was praying, and I bowed my head and added a couple of silent prayers of my own. Sydney took my hand. I asked for forgiveness as we were all sinners, and I had definitely sinned.
Jason launched into a sermon from the Book of James. I put my arm around Sydney’s shoulders, massaging her neck, and listened to the familiar sermon theme on faith and deeds. As to China, the US Government and gain-of-function. I would talk to my dad, the retired Ambassador, and I would meet with CIA analyst Sarah in Europe as soon as possible so she could hear the recording and tell me what she had learned about the people in the photographs. With Heidi, we would arrange trial marriages that were good for all of us and continue to build out our bug-out cabin.
Heidi and I had learned to give each other some space during these trips. Last July, we agreed to swing with Beverly and Stanley. Coming to grips with the fact that my beautiful wife could enjoy sex with other men, and still love me, has been a hill to climb for the last five years. Once I understood that her having sex with someone else didn’t mean my wife didn’t love me. I took pleasure in being with different partners, without guilt, and embraced her happiness just as she accepted my choices. I was enjoying sex with other women and had my own kinks. Nowadays, I can watch her have sex with others without much jealousy. The same applies to my daughters and my mom. I had developed a perverse pleasure in watching, being a voyeur.
Tommy was walking down the center aisle, passing an offering basket. From my fanny pack, the one that held the compact Beretta .380, I took a couple of $20 bills and handed them to Sydney for the basket. I glanced at Jo, she seemed to be enjoying herself, not particularly religious, she’d said, this was new. Julie, evangelical in her faith, was in her element; both were topless, wearing shorts and sandals, sipping coffee from insulated mugs.
As the service came to an end with a final worship song, Tanya surprised me and most everyone with her beautiful take on “How Great Is Our God,” backed up by the Wilson twins, who harmonized with their mom on acoustic guitar and their dad, David, on keyboards. Alice and Anna, smaller-breasted, coltish, and honey-blonde, swayed behind her. Tanya stood at the microphone, wavy dark hair framing her face, her beautiful nude body on display, her strong and melodic voice, clear with a country lilt. Tanya’s twin peaks swayed hypnotically as we all sang. “ ... The splendor of our King...” I put my arm around Sydney and pulled her close; afterward, we went for refreshments.
Tanya found me as I refreshed my coffee at the back of the tent. We hugged, and I was quick to compliment her.
“You were great today. When did you learn to play those worship songs?” I said, leading her to a couple of plastic chairs in the shade of a pine tree.
“Thank you. My dad left his guitar when he moved out on us, and my mom found cheap daycare at a church,” she said. “Soon I was learning to play guitar and singing in the church worship band,” she said, crossing her legs and sipping iced tea from her mug.
“You’re talented, but I don’t think you learned both songs last night,” I said, fishing for information about her evening. “How was dinner?”
“Dinner was ... good. Claudia comes from a family of musicians in Missouri. Two of her sister’s kids are also part of a band they’re trying to form. David was in the Air Force before getting a job with the Treasury Department, not sure what he does,” she said, placing a hand on my knee.
“You stayed over. I hear they have a big family bed,” I said, not an uncommon arrangement in this community. Communal sleeping arrangements are another Shoshone and Viking tradition adopted by many in the fiercely libertarian community.
Tanya dropped her sunglasses down off her head and over her eyes. Aside from my boonie hat and fanny pack, I’d gone full nudist this morning, carrying a small towel that I was sitting on.
“I did. The Wilsons are a really nice family. We played music after dinner and drank an excellent bottle of Napa Valley Cabernet and had apple pie. You’re right, they do have a sleeping alcove with a really comfy king-sized bed,” Tanya said, watching the crowd socializing around the refreshment tables.
Tanya’s hand was close to my cock. I nodded to keep going; I’m listening.
Sydney and Tommy were with their friends. The Compound had a good-looking group of youth, 60/40 girls to boys percentage-wise; I knew our membership demographics. The church crowd was still socializing, and I had three or four families coming to the house for lunch soon.
“Did you use it, the bed?” I said, putting my hand over hers on my thigh.
“You want to know? I’ll tell you. No secrets, right?” Tanya said.
“No secrets,” I said. We shook hands. Then I put her hand back on my thigh.
“The Wilson girls have a lot of talent. We practiced our set for church, had our pie, and got ready for bed. We were all yawning after the late night on Friday,” she said.
I rubbed her smooth thigh. Visions of Saturday afternoon fresh in my mind.
“We slid into bed under a light blanket, nude, for story time. I was in the middle with the twins, next to David. Claudia chose to read a fairytale, an illustrated Sleeping Beauty, but not Disney; this was a hardcore version of the story where a king rapes a beautiful sleeping girl. She becomes pregnant with twins, Son and Moon,” she said.
“I know the story; it’s grim, but in the end, she gets the King,” I added. I did, it’s not a kid’s story, but the twins were old enough.
“Right, anyway, Alice, or was it Anna, was holding onto me. Claudia read the story, adding her own bits, bringing life to Sleeping Beauty and the book’s sketch art. As she read, I had a girl on one arm, and David put an arm around me, and pushed himself against my ass,” she continued.
I took a sip of coffee, unable to see her eyes. Her body language was open as she uncrossed her legs.
Tanya continued. “Claudia noticed we were all falling asleep and shut out the lights. I was happy and relaxed, expecting something, and didn’t say no to David. In the darkness, a soft mouth covered mine, and I opened myself up to the family,” she said, wistfully. “Are you surprised?”
“No, not surprised. They are nice people.” I answered. They’d sought out this libertarian community with its atypical prepper nudist culture for their summer home.
“They are nice,” Tanya said, as she finished her iced tea. “Did I mention they’re converting the garage into a recording studio?”
I could only imagine what they did last night. “I’m glad you had fun. You’re coming to lunch, right?” I asked.
She stood, and I noticed the bruise on the underside of her left boob, a hickey that earlier had been covered by makeup, now sweated off.
“Of course, I can’t wait to meet your parents and Heidi,” she said with a big white smile.
She took my arm, and I gathered up my kids.
Devorah sat in my lap on a wicker chair on the front grass, allowing me to casually fondle her breasts as we talked. My front yard was full of our friends and their families. More than the three or four families I had expected were there. But they brought enough food and drink to feed everyone at the picnic. Tommy and I set up the volleyball net, and Sydney made sure the toilet attached to the garage was clean and had toilet paper.
Tanya, wearing a sunhat, sat in a camp chair to my left, strumming her guitar, humming a tune. The Wilson girls sat on a blanket on the grass Indian style in front of her with rhythm instruments in their hands as they had a jam session creating their own music. Each to their own at my parties, so far, the sounds are pleasant, adding a bit of a hippie feel to the afternoon.