Chapter 14: Porkies

Jamie sat and simmered in the hotel kitchen. He felt unclean, used and a complete fool. His instincts had told him something wasn't right about Fisah and her very quick and sudden need to have sex with him. The kiss he had shared with Laura had been soulful and somehow pure, despite the fact she was his sister. With Fisah it had been nothing but lust and teenage hormones. Now he had overheard her admitting that she was trying to use sex to control him, to help make it easier to capture him and anyone who happened to be with him.

He thought furiously about what to do about the situation. He had most of the day to decide, as he had heard Fisah ask whoever was on the other end of her phone call to wait until later before they came to pick them up. He realised he would need to try and act as if he was completely unaware of Fisah's treachery. Worse than that, she would expect him to be acting like a lovesick puppy after what they had shared the night before.

Jamie decided he would be better back upstairs in his hotel room before Fisah herself returned to the hotel. If she discovered he was awake and up, she might be concerned about the possibility he had overheard her. He also thought it was only right that he tell Laura what he had heard. He turned off all the lights in the kitchen and quietly made his way to the stairs. It wouldn't do to use the lift, Fisah might notice and guess that someone was up.

When he was back in his room he saw that Laura was still sleeping, one arm flung out over the side of the bed he had occupied earlier, as if searching for him. Jamie shucked off his clothes and rejoined his sister, easing her arm back over onto her side of the bed. His movement must have partially roused her or perhaps her senses were still active while she slept and she was subconsciously aware of his presence once more. She half turned in her sleep so she could spoon up to him. Her firm little butt wriggled as it settled against Jamie's groin and incredibly, given the situation, he felt his manhood responding immediately.

Even while dreaming, Laura somehow seemed to be aware of what was now pressing up against her rear. Jamie felt an imperceptible friction as her butt began to rub ever so slowly up and down against him. She sighed in her sleep, it sounded like a happy sigh he thought and he gave himself over to the moment, wrapping one arm around her to hold her close. Laura's upper body also wriggled a little until Jamie's hand was over her right breast and then she stopped moving, almost as if she was satisfied that she now had what she wanted.

He wasn't unaware that this was exactly the position he had woken up in almost a week before in his own bed. This time he didn't freak out and run, instead he let himself enjoy the sensation of holding his beautiful sister so tenderly and he felt himself drifting off to sleep.

Laura came slowly awake and smiled to herself at the wonderful feelings she was experiencing. It took her a few moments to realise that Jamie was gently massaging her breast and that his cock was hard up against her butt. She pressed herself harder against his maleness and focussed on the sensations the dual contact she had with him were generating.

"What a wonderful way to wake up in the morning," she thought.

She suspected the feelings couldn't last however, and when she felt Jamie stir, she fully expected him to pull away from her immediately. When his hand wasn't removed, but if anything became more purposeful in its stroking, she was surprised. When she felt his lips lightly graze the sensitive skin of her exposed neck she shivered in delight.

"You know I really love you sis," he whispered in her ear, "the only people we can truly rely on now are each other."

There was something in Jamie's words that struck a discordant note with what he was doing and Laura picked up on it. The mood was broken as she sensed something had happened, something was wrong. She pulled herself away from his embrace and sat up.

"What's happened?" she asked.

Jamie was amazed at her perception. He tried to think if he had given her a clue that something had happened, but couldn't see what would have alerted her.

"Maybe it's true what they say, women are smarter than men," he thought to himself.

His own mood returned to what it had been earlier and he too sat up to tell his sister what he had overheard.

"Fisah is stringing us along," he said.

"That's impossible!" Laura replied.

"I'm afraid not. I was in the kitchen this morning about 05:00am and I heard someone going out of the hotel. When I followed I could see that it was Fisah. It seemed a bit odd for her to be going out at that time in the morning so I followed her into the gardens. She used a mobile phone to contact someone."

Laura's face had grown pale. A tremendous sense of guilt was suddenly washing over her. If Fisah really was playing a game, it was her fault for telling Jamie he could trust her. Had her gullibility put them in danger?

"What did she say?" Laura asked, almost reluctant to hear his reply.

"She told whoever was on the other end where we are. I don't think any of this was pre-planned because it seemed as if she was trying to explain herself, almost as if she was in trouble at first. She said she couldn't do anything to stop that other guy being killed. Then she said that instead of just capturing me right away, she felt it might be more valuable to find out if there were anymore survivors with me," Jamie now added.

"But all the things she told me. Her shame at what she was involved in, her training as a junior doctor, even her reaction to the executions. She can't be that good an actress," said Laura.

"She's a fanatic Laura. Think about it, she's been acting a role probably for years, working as a doctor while at the same time plotting to kill as many people as she could. Fooling us would be pretty easy in comparison to that," Jamie suggested.

Laura could see there was sense in what Jamie said, but she was still finding it difficult to accept it.

"But she slept with you."

Laura stopped at that, as a fresh wave of guilt hit her. She had practically pushed her brother into Fisah's clutches.

"I heard her say that she was using sex to try and control me. She even told the other person to treat her roughly when they come to pick us up so she can continue to pretend she's on our side. She's a very good actress Laura, Jesus, she even said that she had to eat bacon so she didn't appear like a fundamentalist," Jamie cursed.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with eating bacon?" Laura asked.

"Muslims can't eat pork, it's forbidden. In fact they can't eat anything that isn't halal, I forgot that," said Jamie.

"I still don't know what you mean," replied Laura.

"Their food has to be slaughtered in a particular way. Prayers are said over each beast and it has its throat cut so all the blood is drained from it. But pork is just forbidden altogether, it's considered unclean. The fact she ate that bacon is another sign of just how much of a fanatic she is. She's willing to eat pork without batting an eyelid and she's willing to use her body without a second thought if it helps her cause."

"So you're telling me that her interest in you is all an act?" Laura asked.

"Laura, I heard what she said. She obviously doesn't have a problem enjoying it, and there's no doubt she did - a number of times - but she's trying to use sex to control me," Jamie replied.

"Jamie, what are we going to do?" she asked, clearly now very anxious again.

"Don't worry, I won't let them catch us. I'm already thinking of a plan. In the meantime, don't tell Christine and Debbie. It will only get them worried and they might give the game away. We're both going to have to act as if nothing's wrong too."

"Gosh, I don't know if I can carry that off," Laura said, a frown tightening her face.

"We have to sis, come on, we can show her we can act just as well as she can."

Jamie swung his legs out of bed and dressed for the second time that morning. He couldn't resist pausing to watch Laura's firm young body as she emerged from under the duvet. She too was wearing a satin two piece pyjama set and the memory of the night before soured his viewing enjoyment. He turned and left the room to make his way downstairs.

Assam had assembled a team to help him go and capture the pilot. He had three of the Pakistani teenagers, all armed, in his jeep with him. Hadij followed on behind with another three teenagers in a similar jeep. From what Fisah had told him, eight armed men should be more than enough to do what was required. The roads were clear and he was travelling at over eighty miles an hour, anxious to get this over with and have the pilot in his control.

Fisah detected a slight atmosphere at breakfast. She was sure Laura was being a little stiff with her, but put it down to belated jealousy about her sleeping with her brother. Jamie seemed hyped up, almost over the top in how he was treating her this morning, but again she put that down to his reaction to his first sexual encounter. She smiled inwardly. He had performed extremely well for a first-timer, certainly well enough to have given her three orgasms, one of them as good as anything she had experienced before.

"What have we got planned for today?" she asked.

"I thought we should go back into town and begin to gather up whatever food we can, all the tinned stuff and any dried food that won't spoil. It's possible that we will have others joining us soon and we might have quite a few hungry mouths to feed," Jamie suggested.

Debbie and Christine nodded their heads in agreement, as they spooned hot porridge into their mouths.

"Sounds like a good idea. I like the thought of having more people around," said Laura, "we'll also need to start thinking longer term about what all of us are going to do if we're to rebuild our country."

Her words gave the other two teenage girls pause for thought. They hadn't really been thinking beyond living for today and the thought of being part of trying to rebuild a country was mind boggling. Where would they start?

Jamie had found a couple of trailers in the service area of the hotel and he hooked them both up to four wheel drive vehicles so they could haul as much food as possible back to the hotel. He drove one jeep and Fisah the other. Their first stop was the medium sized supermarket in the town and they systematically began to strip everything from the stock room first and then began on the shelves in the shop itself.

They made two trips each and emptied about half of the shop's goods, piling them into the hotel's stockroom, before tiredness overtook the girls and Jamie took mercy on them by calling a halt. He asked if they would prepare them something to eat while he made one last trip. He watched Fisah, his sister and the two other girls make their way back inside the hotel and then he drove off, turning in the opposite direction to the town centre.

Assam halted his Honda and allowed Hadij to pull alongside.

"We'll leave the vehicles here and approach the hotel on foot. Fisah told me the pilot is in room fifty-two on the second floor. Remember, we need him alive," Assam warned all of them.

The crept up the drive and tried to use what cover was available to skirt round the hotel so they could make their final approach from the rear. Assam slipped through the rear doors and paused for a full two minutes to listen. He heard nothing that would suggest anyone was on the ground floor of the hotel, but he made his way cautiously through to the reception area anyway. Once he was satisfied that the coast was clear he returned and signalled the others to join him.