The Compound
Copyright© 2025 by Pete Fox
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Dogs Playing Poker
I reread the end of my wife’s email just to be sure.
“ ... You have a week with Sydney. She is a young woman now. Take advantage of this week with her, a trial-union, teach her something new. You have my permission.
Love,
Heidi
P.S. My dad is taking us to a Bayern Munich match this week.”
The P.S. was meant to tease me. I enjoyed watching Bundesliga football games in person. My wife had flown out on Sunday with my youngest and her parents to visit relatives for a week near Munich.
Her words were both encouraging and troublesome.
What I thought Heidi was saying was, “Go ahead, fuck our daughter if you want, don’t wait for us.” Or was she? Women!
I wasn’t going to email her back and ask. After all, Tommy and his mom had a special relationship of their own. Sex education, Heidi called it.
At least I’ve emailed the photos of today’s meeting to Sarah. Three good photos that I had to compress before sending. I didn’t mention the audio because I wanted to listen first.
“Dad, should I leave the BGAN up?” Tommy asked through an open window on the side of the house. A cable ran from the terminal out the window to the antenna outside.
“Throw a tarp over the antenna before bed. You did a good job setting it up,” I said. Getting the antenna to align was always a pain in the ass.
I would need to check my email later, so there was no reason to put it away yet. It was part of the family communication plan. An expensive piece of equipment, I got a good price on a used system from an NGO.
“Thanks, Dad,” Tommy said. He and his sister would be able to use the internet while I was at the poker game tonight.
Sydney strolled through the back door, gardening gloves on. A miffed look on her face.
“Dad, what happened? I’ve been out there for an hour,” she said, tossing her gloves on the countertop before getting a Diet Coke from the fridge.
She looked so cute - sweaty, with dirty knees and face.
“What, why are you looking at me like that?” she said, taking a swig of Diet Coke.
I had robbed the cradle with Heidi. Seventeen, a high school senior. I thought she was older, working in the Post Exchange on McGraw Kaserne, near Munich, after school. Her dad, at the time, was an American DOD employee married to a German woman.
“Just thinking of your mom,” I said honestly.
“Oh, okay. Anyway, I got a bunch done, and the weeds weren’t too bad. We need to hit the nursery in town. I want marigolds, and we need more stakes for the tomato plants.” She said, mildly exasperated.
Yes, like her mom, taking charge, bossy but cute.
“Great. We will go to town tomorrow, just the two of us,” I offered.
Sydney gave me a look that said, “Oh really?”
“Would you like me to help you clean up before dinner?” I said, getting up from the computer desk.
“Like a bath?” she replied, hope in her voice.
“Not enough hot water. You know that. I was thinking of testing the new outside shower.” I said, stopping next to her.
I touched a piece of dirt between her breasts, flicking it off her. My move was intimate inside her personal space. Sydney’s eyes followed my hand.
Eyes back on me, “It’s a warm day. Okay, Daddy, both of us,” she said.
Tommy announced his entrance with a banging screen door.
“What did I miss?” he said.
I smiled at Sydney. “We are going to wash the dirt off your sister.”
“Cool,” my son said. Yes, very cool.
“Tommy, turn on the water tank pump,” I said. There was enough water in the tank for now.
“Sydney, let’s use that special homemade soap from Mrs. Smith,” I added. Smelly girly soap.
Sydney gave me her best naughty smile as she finished her soda.
My cock twitched.
The outdoor shower is attached to the cabin’s east side, gravel under my bare feet as the electric pump kicks in, sending well water up to the black-painted tank overhead. The water soaked up the July sun, warm at 90°F, the temperature gauge read, and with no privacy screen, just hills and pines, our gravel driveway led down to the road 50 yards distant through a few well-placed pine trees. I step in, under the shower head with Sydney and Tommy. A turn of a handle and water poured over us, the water refreshing as it soaked my hair, running down my body.
My eyes are on Sydney; her knees and face marked with greenhouse dirt from this afternoon’s work as water streaking down her toned legs and her dirty cheeks.
As the water poured over her, she let out a laugh, splashing me. “Good idea, Daddy,” she said, rubbing her hands over her cheeks. Wet breasts jiggling, water running down her body to her curly pubes and feet. She was a pretty sight.
I handed her a bar of homemade oatmeal-honey soap. Her blue eyes were on me, wet blonde hair plastered to her head and back. With soapy hands, she reached for me. Her soapy fingers grazed my cock, sending a jolt through me as her apple-sized boobs caught the sun’s rays. I felt the grin on my face, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples till they perked up.
Tommy wet his hands working the grime off his sister’s knees, his cock stiffening as he pressed close. Sydney lathered the honey-oatmeal soap, the sweet lather dripping down her chest, and gave Tommy’s shaft a playful stroke, her clean face breaking into a wide smile.
She lifted her arms. I took the invite, soaping her armpits, each boob, finally, my right hand cupped her hairy pussy, rubbing. My cock stiffened, a thick rod pointed at her belly.
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