FTWD Shattered World

Long chapter. ╭( ･ㅂ･)و

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As they moved these people to the multi-story parking lot, a few from the group headed to the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel to fetch chairs and tables, ensuring there was a place to accommodate these individuals. They also grabbed a few bedsheets to create two makeshift examination areas, allowing Liza and Andrés to assess the condition of these folks.

Soon after, they entered the parking lot and were left standing in place waiting. Luckily, they didn't become anxious or cause any trouble. They seemed more grateful to be inside this place than outside, waiting patiently as Paul did a rough count. There were about a hundred people, with an even gender distribution, including elderly individuals, kids, and middle-aged people.

With that amount of people, which was a lot—five times their current numbers—it provided a considerable workforce that they could use to do a lot of things if this was done right. He wasn't bothered by the thought of a revolt because he could kill anyone who had the big balls to cause disturbances or incite anyone.

ES "Alright, now we will separate the men from the women so you can get a medical examination," Paul shouted at them, ensuring they could hear clearly and also as a form of intimidation to maintain order and ensure compliance. "Kids and old people will go first."

Paul waited in front as they reorganized themselves.

"We will start when you both are ready," Paul said to Andrés and Liza.

"We can start," Liza took a deep breath as she saw the people.

"Yes, I'm good," Andrés says as he puts the stethoscope around his neck, dressed like Liza, who also had one, along with their gloves and masks.

ES "Listen up! No funny business with the medics. That will get you a fast passage out of this world, so if you want to live, listen to them and keep your hands near your body. If you are good, you will have a place here. If you are found to be bitten, don't get nervous, we will not kick you out, but you will need to be put aside to be treated in a quarantine zone we will designate until you get better. Alright?" Paul shouted to the crowd. "You will need to be thoroughly and fully checked out, that is, clothes off! This is not negotiable; it's the only way to make sure you have no problems. You will be checked by the same gender so there are no issues. It will be something quick, so don't get cold feet now!"

The people were nervous and chatted murmuring in low voices, but there was no further problem. Paul doesn't say that the bitten ones were utterly fucked, to avoid causing desperation and trouble. He would see later if they could be saved after analyzing the situation. If not, they could at least die in peace, fed and rested while awaiting the inevitable.

After a moment, Liza and Andres started receiving people in their makeshift consultation area, which protected the privacy of those inside. Soon, as everything was progressing well, other men from the group brought a lot of chairs into the parking lot for the people who were waiting in line. After instructing the crowd of survivors, the men left the line and started distributing the chairs among the people waiting. They sat in a line as they waited for their turn, as each revision took a while for Liza and Andres to check.

As they sat, water bottles were distributed to keep them hydrated. The people started relaxing and smiling more as they got comfortable in this new place where they didn't know what would have awaited them. Time ticked by, and as people were checked, they were directed to two different spots in the parking lot where they could relax in chairs, not too far from each other to avoid resentment among the bitten ones. This depended on their condition—whether they were bitten or not, which for the better none was so far.

"Disculpe! Disculpe!"(Excuse me! Excuse me!) an old man in the line yelled, trying to get Paul's attention as he walked around the line.

"¿Qué pasa, don? ¿Qué necesita?"(What's the matter, sir? What do you need?) Paul asked the old man as he looked at him after walking beside him.

"¿Habria algo de comida que nos puedan dar? No tenemos nada en nuestras posesiones, a los chicos no se los ve con buen aspecto,"(Would there be any food that they could give us? We have nothing in our possessions, the kids don't look in good shape.) The old man pleaded to Paul.

Paul looked at him as he asked for food for the people and the kids, but the old man himself was also emaciated. Taking a look around the people as they were expectant in their seats with their already empty bottles in hand, he thought that at least they needed to eat something to avoid getting weak and sick.

"Ya veremos qué les podemos ofrecer, don. Tengan paciencia mientras vemos y analizamos qué les podemos ofrecer,"(We'll see what we can offer you, sir. Please be patient while we see and analyze what we can offer you.) Paul said to him and the rest around.

"¡Gracias! ¡Gracias!"(Thank you! Thank you!) The old man thanked him repeatedly with joy.

"Gracias, joven,"(Thank you, young man.) another man in the line expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

"Gracias, sos un ángel,"(Thank you, you are an angel.) another old woman said to him.

"Muchas gracias,"(Thank you very much.) The same words were repeated by the majority of the people as they would get fed, expressing their gratitude.

Separating a little, Paul walked next to Elena and Oscar.

"What do we have to offer these people in terms of food?" Paul asked them both.

"We can give them stew, with extra water in it so they can feel satiated and hydrated," Elena said, considering their options.

"Good, we should let the women who have already been checked, and are free, prepare it for them," Paul said as he looked at six women sitting in the area designated for the healthy. "We can let a few women control them or send some guys to do it."

"If we need to feed constantly this big crowd of people, we will use our scarce resources fast," Oscar said with worry on his face. "Even if we are fine at the moment, we previously said we had enough to get by for a few months, but we were talking about our numbers, not for this amount of people."

"I know. I have that problem in mind. When we are done integrating these people, I will take a few dozen of them to raid a few supermarkets and storage places to look for food and things. They need to pull their weight," Paul said, reassuring him. "By then, we will be fine even having them."

"It's fine then," Oscar said, more at ease hearing him say that, and so was Elena.

"Okay, let's feed them. They will be more hopeful with a fed belly and less prone to cause any trouble," Paul said with a smile.

While they were chatting, suddenly they heard the sounds of carts. Turning around, they saw that it was the girls bringing two carts that had water dispensers and jugs on the bottom part of the cart. They came to a stop beside them.

"We brought this for these people," Alicia said as she looked at them.

"How thoughtful of you, baby," Paul said, smiling at her. Getting closer, he kissed her lips. "Of all of you," he continued as he kissed Amy, Claire, Madison, and Andrea too.

"Les trajimos agua, pueden levantarse a llenar sus botellas si lo necesitan,"(We brought you water, you can get up to fill your bottles if you need to.) Claire spoke to the people in broken Spanish.

After she said that, a lot of people came to the carts using the water dispenser to fill their water bottles.

"Los baños del estacionamiento están disponibles para ser usados si los requieren," (The bathrooms in the parking lot are available for use if needed.) Alicia also informed them as she pointed in a direction.

"Gracias señoritas,"(Thank you, young ladies.) A few men told the girls as they filled their water bottles, not saying too many words as they saw them being with Paul, someone they already considered as a demon in human form due to the way he killed that man brutally and gruesomely with just his fist in the blink of an eye, showing capabilities beyond a human.

"They are a lot; we will grow into a big group after this," Madison commented as she embraced her son's waist.

"Yes, we will see where we will go after this. Our options are more now," Paul said, satisfied with the amount of people for a start, not out of hand nor too little.

As he was about to touch his mother's ass to entertain himself a little, being bored of watching these people and already being well into the evening, with him still not having eaten, they heard a loud noise of something crashing in the distance that surprised everyone in the place. There were multiple sounds of car horns blaring in the night.

"What was that?" Oscar asked, worried and surprised at the sound and the car horns making noise. "It sounds like they come from the entrance gate."

"Shit, it seems there is no rest for the wicked today." Paul sighed as he removed his hand from his mother's ass and grabbed the AK into his hands. "Let the people with guns here still keep maintaining control of this place. You stay and make sure of it."

"Girls, you stay here. Just in case, I don't like how it sounded. It wasn't a nice way to get into our place, and going by the party they are making out there, they are not here looking for a place to crash the night," Paul instructed them as he chambered a round and left the place.

"We will give you support," Daniel and Chris said as they followed him outside onto the internal road of the compound.

"They are trouble, Paul," Daniel said as he gripped the gun firmly in his hand.

"We shoot them?" Chris asked as he also chambered a round, ready to shoot them.

"We will. You two take a safe covered position. When bullets start flying from my gun, you can shoot them. Until then, I will go and talk with these fuckers," Paul instructed them and walked where the cars were as they stopped, forming a half moon with the cars using full beam headlights to illuminate the place around them.

At least two dozen guys descended from the cars and got in front of the headlights with guns in their hands, dressed as guerrilleros with their faces covered, and a few others spread a little farther, covering their sides and back.

A man with two women dressed skimpily in his embrace appeared in front of the group with a megaphone that one of the women had in hand for him to use.

As Paul walked to them, he let the AK rest in his front while he took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and a lighter, taking out a cigarette, putting it in his mouth as he walked and lighting it at the same time as he was in the vision range of them in the distance, of those guys who were smugly enough to appear like that.

A guy moved in front and looked at the guy with the girls on him, who nodded at him after looking at Paul who was walking in front of them. Then the guy shot at Paul's side with a few bursts of bullets, impacting in front and his sides, removing chunks of the road flying around.

Not intimidated, Paul kept walking along the road, slowly at an even pace as he smoked.

"You guys got bronze in your bad guy's entrance. Couldn't find a better way to show up?" Paul said, calmly as he smoked when he stopped a few meters in front of them.

"Haha, very funny. We have a clown among us. You've got a big pair of balls showing up like you did," The man with the two bitches in his embrace talked.

The guerrilleros laughed at it.

"One of our teams disappeared on the route, taken out by some guy who stuck half his body out the window of the truck he was driving, along with an AK that he used to eliminate our associates," The man continued talking as he squeezed the women's breasts hard, making them moan like sluts on him.

"The two who survived didn't know who they were, since they chose a random target. But four others from our group identified a hotel where they escaped from the dead, taking a good amount of high-caliber weapons with them, from a group that suddenly appeared. Among them was someone matching your description: tall, blond, a gringo moving with an AK, the same weapon and appearance as the one who killed our men on the route. So here we are."

"We're going to kill you for crossing the gang, even if unintended. We'll take the people from this place that we want as a tribute to the cartel, and at the same time, demand continuos tribute from the rest if they want to stay alive."

"You're done?" Paul smiled with disdain at his face as he smoked the last bit of his cigarette, then threw it at his body. "Here it is—you're screwed."

"You made a choice coming here, swinging your dick around like a big cock as if you already owned the place, and this is the consequence," Paul smirked at everyone there as he took a new cigarette into his lips. "Me, I'm the consequence. What do you think you're going to do with these guys? They're not even enough to warm me up."

"You think you're some kind of superhero, gringuito? We'll kill you. Damn, we've killed for less, and any other guy like you who thinks this is a joke or that he's Rambo." The man angrily snapped at his disrespect as he untangled himself from the two girls. "Shoot him! Kill this clown now."

As the man barked his order, the guerrilleros raised their weapons, a mix of AKs and assault rifles, and opened fire on Paul. The night air was torn apart by the deafening roar of gunshots, muzzle flashes lighting up the darkness like a morbid fireworks display. Paul stood his ground, his body jerking with the impact of each bullet, but he did not fall. Instead, he calmly stood in their eyes, his cigarette still dangling from his lips, as his body began to expel the bullets, the wounds healing almost as quickly as they were made.

The gangsters stared in disbelief, their confidence wavering as they saw Paul still standing, unharmed. "¿Qué demonios?" one of them muttered, his voice laced with fear. Paul merely smiled, a cold, predatory grin that sent shivers down their spines. He brought up his AK, his movements smooth and unhurried, and began to return fire.

His shots were precise and deadly, each bullet finding its mark with unerring accuracy. He started with the group in front of the cars, the ones who had laughed and jeered at him moments before. The two women, who had been so eager to mock him, were the first to fall, their skimpy dresses no protection against the hail of bullets. The man who had ordered Paul's death was next, but Paul aimed for his legs, wanting him alive for interrogation. The man screamed in pain as he crumpled to the ground, his megaphone falling from his grasp.

Paul moved with superhuman speed, his form blurring as he dashed towards the other guerrilleros who were trying to flank him. He switched his AK for his bayonet, the blade gleaming wickedly in the harsh glare of the car headlights. He slashed and stabbed, his movements fluid and graceful, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. The gangsters tried to fight back, but their bullets had no effect on him. They began to shout in fear and desperation, calling him "El Diablo" and "Un Demonio," their panic rising as they realized they were no match for this supernatural being.

Meanwhile, Chris and Daniel, who had been watching in awe, snapped out of their stupor and joined the fight. They took up positions behind a nearby car, using it as cover as they opened fire on the remaining guerrilleros. Daniel killed a few and Chris shots were not as accurate as Paul's or Daniel's, but it provided enough of a distraction for Paul to continue his deadly dance unimpeded.

One of the gangsters, braver or more foolish than the rest, charged at Paul with a machete. Paul sidestepped the clumsy attack, grabbed the man by the throat, and lifted him off the ground with one hand. He looked into the man's terrified eyes, his own glowing with an inhuman light. "You should have stayed away," he growled, before tossing the man aside like a ragdoll.

The fight was over almost as quickly as it had begun. The front of the compound was littered with the bodies of the fallen guerrilleros, their blood staining the dusty ground. Paul stood amidst the carnage, his body riddled with bullet holes that were already healing, his clothes torn and bloody. He looked down at the man who had ordered his death, the man who was now whimpering in pain and fear at his feet.

"Now," Paul said, his voice cold and hard, "we're going to have a little chat." He crouched down, his eyes never leaving the man's face, a chilling smile playing on his lips. Behind him, Chris and Daniel approached cautiously, their guns still raised, ready to back up Paul if needed. The night went quiet except for the soft moans of the wounded man, a stark contrast to the loud gunfires that had just played out.

"I will interrogate him. I got to know that the one you previously took died midway during the interrogatory," Daniel says to Paul, to the dismay of the man in question to be tortured.

"You may have superhuman powers, but the ones you interrogate don't. You need to be more careful with them," Daniel continued. "You need more practice and attention; your technique is rough."

"I know, hehe. You will? That would be helpful; I will not need to waste time with this guy," Paul smiled at Daniel. Then he looked at the man in his hand, that he tied his hands so he could not move. "You are lucky; I'm trying still to refine my waterboarding technique, so they don't drown midway or their heart give up. You will be in good hands with the old man."

ES "You are a monster... how can you still be alive after being shot," The man with fear asked instead.

ES "Because maybe I'm truly one," Paul smiled at the guy as he was bleeding out from the wound.

ES "You are just like them, moving even if shot... but we shot in your head too, why are you still moving?" The man kept crazily murmuring to himself.

"Okay, Chris help me move him, we need to stop his wound so I can work on him," Daniel says to Chris as he takes hold of the guy and starts moving him inside the hotel.

Paul looked around at the mess and a few people from the group. Smiling, he called them to help him clean the place, take the guns and everything useful from the bodies, and remove the cars from the road into the little parking lot in the corner. He also sent off one of them to tell the rest what happened here and that the situation was already controlled. Paul also put the gate in place as he killed a group of walkers that came attracted because of the gunfire noises. He reinforced the gates with cars to fend off walkers as it was a waste lump of iron after these guys crashed on it.

After being done, Paul moved into the parking lot again, and all the people nervously looked at him when he appeared.

All the survivors heard all the gunshots outside, making them terrified, nervous, and stressed until everything went quiet. They also heard the telltale from that man who came to inform the women of that guy, alongside a few more about what happened outside, getting to know that he could be shot and still be alive, moving at inhumane speed and killing every one of the members of the gang that came to cause trouble in this place. Knowing that kind of notice, the people were stunned, trying to process that fantasy-like news, which only furthered their hopes of staying in this place because this group could fend off dangerous people and the dead, besides the comfortable living space.

"Paul..." Alicia said as she threw herself into his embrace. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. I just took care of the pest that came into our place," Paul said, reassuring Alicia and the rest as he caressed his sister's back. "These guys were from the same group that we encountered on the highway. They got to find us because the other four who were previously in this hotel when we came and took our guns were also part of the same gang.

"The two who got away from the highway gave a description of how I looked, and the other four connected—gringo, blonde, and AK—magically coming to the conclusion that I could be the one they were looking for as they saw us when we came into this place before they left." Paul continued talking about it as he embraced Claire and Amy while Andrea got his back.

"The two who got away from the highway gave a description of what I looked like, and the other four connected it—gringo, blonde, and AK—magically coming to the conclusion that I could be the one they were looking for, as they saw us when we came into this place before leaving." Paul continued talking about it as he embraced Claire and Amy, while Andrea had his back.

"What did they want?" Madison asked with a raised eyebrow.

"They wanted to cause trouble. Normal extortion, my head for what happened on the highway, women as pets given the looks of the two sluts that were with the guy leading them. Take as many supplies from here as they could and a continuous payment after that of the people left here after they were done with the place," Paul smiled with disdain as he told them. "They got an advanced pay from me: going to hell."

"They barged inside the resort grounds too easily; that gate couldn't stop them at all," Elena said with worry.

"Yes, it will be a trouble if they come again like that," Oscar also added his concern. "We need to do something about it."

"With the people here joining us, we will be able to defend this place better and stop things like that. We don't have guards before this in that place defending against incoming raiders that directly crash their cars against the gates," Paul said as he enjoyed his girls' bodies against him. "But now, we will have numbers. I will look tomorrow morning for bigger guns to stop cars and other things like spike strips to leave in the road to avoid a crash like they did against our front gate from happening again."

"I'm ashamed to say this, but we count on you, Paul," Oscar said as he patted his shoulders.

"Yeah, no problem. We are in the same group. I will go to rest and eat something in my room. Early morning I will go to look for the guns and things," Paul said, looking at them as he embraced Alicia's waist which was leaning against his chest.

"You go with the girls; we will take care of things here," Madison said as she looked to Elena and Oscar who nodded at that. "We will feed these people and continue observing their check-ups."

"You go; you deserve it," Elena also supported Madison's suggestion.

"Yeah, surely there will be no major trouble here after what happened out there," Oscar also put his two bits about the matter.

"Alright. Come back later to rest, Mom. Oscar and Elena, you should make five guys be alert here at most on intervals; there is no need to put too many people in this place. I, the same, don't think they will cause trouble after what happened outside. Also, let Liza and Andres rest if they need to and continue later. That's it; I'm leaving," Paul said to them as he left the place with Alicia in his arms. He lifted her up by her buttocks with her embracing his neck as he enjoyed her big round ass while they returned to their condo.

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"How is it?" Amy asked with a smile at Paul as she fed him pasta with a fork while sitting on his lap.

"It's delicious, just as you," Paul smirked as he kissed her lips. He was living the good life with these women being so attentive to him; the end of the world did nothing to his lifestyle—if anything, it enhanced it.

"Brother, do you want something to drink?" Claire naughtily asked him with a glass of beer in hand.

Paul looked at Claire as he removed his lips from Amy's, leaving her a panting mess as she breathed, leaning against his neck. Seeing his sister so eager to kiss him too, he quickly conceded to her. "I'm feeling thirsty; give me a sip."

Claire, smiling widely, took a big gulp into her mouth and, like a cat, moved beside him, took his face into her hands, and kissed him, passing the beer from her mouth into his in a tongue kiss as she explored all over him with her little tongue.

Paul loved his naughty sister's way of sharing a drink with him. He extended a paw and took her ass into his hand as he felt it all over, squeezing the soft ball of flesh that spilled from his fingers. He would never have enough of any of them; they were just perfect. Claire moaned into his mouth, producing vibrations on him as he gulped down the refreshing drink she was giving him in her loving way.

Seeing that Andrea and Alicia were looking at him with eyes in heat wanting to join in their play, he did a little chuckle.

"I think I can have my dessert now," Paul smiled at his women. He gave a loud slap to Claire's ass, making a crackling sound as she moaned and cried at the unexpected hard spank, looking at him with a little resentful gaze but inside it, there was only lust and excitement at his rough way to handle her.

Paul stood up with Amy in his arms as he grabbed her by her back and legs. She coiled her arms around his neck for better stability and pushed her tits into his face. Seeing the nice tits of Amy in his face, he got closer to her body and smelled and sucked her breast as he pushed down her shirt with his mouth. Amy moaned as they walked into their bed, catering to him as she caressed his head.

Paul sat on the border of the bed and didn't say anything, but the girls already knew what he wanted and what to do.

Andrea, excitedly, moved first, kneeling between his open legs, followed by Alicia.

Amy, who was slow to move, puffed her cheeks in annoyance but quickly took a side of his chest as did Claire with the other half.

Amy greedily kissed her man as she roamed her hands over his body, while Claire also caressed him as she trailed, leaving little kisses and sucking around his neck and shoulders before going lower to his chest.

Andrea and Alicia looked at each other before moving to please their lover. Alicia quickly took his dick into her hands as she got closer to it; she inhaled his smell with love as if wanting to imprint it into her mind as she devotedly gave little kisses to his shaft as she moved upwards to his cock head where she took him into her waiting wet mouth that wanted to taste him already.

Andrea took the lower half of his cock as she liked him and sucked, smelling his balls as she cupped them into her hands. She lovingly caressed them with her face and soft hands, not long before she put them into her warm mouth and licked them all over, drenching them in her wet saliva as she played with them, making wet naughty noises that everyone in the room could hear.

Paul was groaning as he experienced his women pleasure him like that. He rested his hands on Andrea and Alicia's heads as he caressed them like praising two naughty pets while they worked their beautiful mouths on him—such good girls they were.

Amy separated from her man as she took deep breaths of air from being kissing him all the time, her cheeks were rosy and her lips puffy from their playful interactions.

Claire chuckled, seeing Amy like that, and she took her little brother into a passionate kiss after her. Paul removed his hand from Andrea's head and moved it to cup Claire's ass into it. He squeezed and played with it like a toy, making it change forms as he pleased while giving at the same time playful spanks, making her white and smooth buttocks more rosy than it was with his previous spank.

He kept caressing Alicia as she deep-throated him. His twin sister did all the effort she could to move his big cock down her wet throat as saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth and her eyes watered a little while trying to put inside her mouth what she could. When she couldn't more, she kept her head in there and licked him all over, contracting her neck muscles as she sucked him.

Paul, with a groan, climaxed inside her waiting mouth, giving his baby twin sister the reward she deserved for her hard work—a full bucket of creamy load of his freshly made cum down her throat. Alicia's eyes opened widely from her cloudy state as she sucked him when she felt him cumming; her pussy was already drenched as she deepthroated him, and when he started cumming inside her mouth, she also climaxed, her body trembling as she tried to gulp down all that she could of his load.

Alicia kept gulping down with a hazy look and bulging cheeks like a greedy hamster not leaving food. When she could no more continue doing it as it was too much for her, she left her brother's cock with a loud plop sound from her lips, and Andrea, who was sucking his balls to make him release everything on him in Alicia's mouth, eyes brightened seeing her leave it. Andrea quickly replaced Alicia as she took him into her mouth as he kept cumming; she took a little moment to taste it, making her cum a little from it, and she started drinking it in relish as if she were drinking water from a faucet.

Paul, with his breath ragged, looked down at Andrea, her cheeks bulging with his load. "That's it, Andrea. Drink it all up like a good girl," he commanded, his voice hoarse with lust. Andrea moaned submissively in response, her eyes locked onto his, as she continued to swallow every last drop.

Once Andrea had licked him clean, Paul grabbed Alicia by the waist and pulled her onto his lap. He positioned his cock at her entrance, feeling her heat. "Ready, sis?" he asked, a wicked grin on his face.

Alicia nodded, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Yes, brother. I want you inside me," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper as she circled her arms around his neck, pushing her beautiful breast against his chest.

With one swift movement, Paul thrust his hips up, driving his cock deep into Alicia's pink and tight little pussy. She cried out, her head thrown back in pleasure. "Fuck, Paul! You're so big," she moaned loudly, her body adjusting to his size.

As Paul continued to fuck his twin sister and the rest of his girls kept caressing and kissing his body all around, with Andrea still sucking and playing with his balls while he pistoned inside Alicia, the sound of the doorbell rang in the condo, drowning out all other noises.

Paul, being firmly lodged inside Alicia's pussy, heard it clearly while the rest had numbed eyes as they were slutily dedicating themselves to him.

"The doorbell," Paul said to the girls as he removed himself for a moment from his kiss with Claire.

"Aaaaaaahhhhm... Ahh... ah?" Alicia tried to make a word as she had her eyes clouded in lust, moaning on him while bouncing on his cock that was entering and leaving her womb as she moved her hips.

"Who could it be at this time?" Andrea asked with an annoyed tsk as she was licking Paul's heavy balls and moving naughtily with an exploring tongue further inside his crack while she fingered her wet and dripping pussy, expectantly for her turn.

"Should we answer it?" Amy asked as she kept kissing Paul's neck.

"We should... Maybe it is important," Claire says as she takes a ragged breath before kissing him again as he continued thrusting upwards, fucking their sister. She was saying one thing, but her body honestly wanted to do another.

Paul was a little annoyed but attentive, listening and feeling outside the room. He felt only one person, and it seemed to be Elena as she pressed again the doorbell while speaking for them.

With a little smirk on his face, he got up with Alicia in his arms as he was still with his cock firmly lodged inside her. He walked to the door as Alicia kept moaning loudly into his ear, while her sounds echoed around the room. The little pussy where his cock was going up and down also produced squelching lewd sounds that resonated loudly in the confined space with little noise except their sexual activity.

Paul extended one hand into the door handle as he unlocked it and, with the other, he maintained his sister against his body as he grabbed her big ass from falling from his embrace.

"Paul...you can't..." Alicia shyly tried to compose herself, seeing what her brother wanted to do—open the door with them like that.

"Don't worry; it's just Elena. If it wasn't that she was alone, I would not do this. I will not let another man see you like that," Paul reassured his sister while spanking her ass, making her moan loudly and contract her pussy strongly, gripping harder his cock that was inside her.

Paul was sure that Elena heard Alicia's loud moan as he spanked her ass because when he opened the door, Elena already had a flushed face as she looked at his and Alicia's naked body as he had his cock firmly inside his twin sister as her lewd little pussy took him all.

"Paul..." Elena didn't know what to say at the sight.

"Elena, you got me in a pinch," Paul smiled a little at her reaction as he did a hard thrust inside Alicia who moaned but hid her face into his neck shyly.

"I can see that... I just wanted to let you know of a possible location to look for more and better guns tomorrow... It's marked on the map; it's not far from here; it's in the limits of Rosarito, a military barrack of the Mexican National Guard. There must be something left in there that you could take back," Elena hurriedly explained to him as she passed him the map.

"That's really good news, Elena," Paul exclaimed to her in surprise, making him go farther inside Alicia's pussy who moaned feeling that. "I will go there in the morning if I wake up in time. You know..."

Paul kept chatting to Elena normally as he fucked his sister. Elena just wanted to run away from this hot situation, never having faced one like that with a bold and exhibitionist man who didn't care about the time and place.

"Well... That's all; I will go back to help your mother and Oscar with those people. Everyone already ate back in there, and the check-ups are going well so far with the people respecting the order," Elena says with a flushed face, trying to look at his eyes instead of making them wander around. "So... See you later then."

"Alright, Elena. Have a good night; see you later," Paul was saying, but Elena already was running from the place, making him chuckle at the weird situation.

Shrugging a little, Paul closed their room door and locked it before moving into the bedroom. He gave a few upward thrusts more as he enjoyed his sister's pussy and then positioned her on her hands and knees on the bed, as he fucked her from behind doggy style, pushing harder and faster. Not long after, he came inside her, filling her pussy to the brink.

"Who's next?" Paul asked with a smile, looking at his eager girls who waited for their turn.