After the Fall: Close and Confined (Taboo Erotica) (Eden Harem Book 1)

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Book: After the Fall: Close and Confined (Taboo Erotica) (Eden Harem Book 1) Read Free
Author: Anya Merchant
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only big enough for two people. In the corner and along the back wall, Jack could see a sink, what looked like a microwave, and two large clear tanks, one filled with water and one empty.
    “It’s a kitchen…” said Jack. “Huh.”
    There were more storage containers filling up all of the rest of the free space in the room, and it was obvious to him at a glance that his father had packed them full of canned and preserved foods. He turned and walked across the main room over to the other unopened door.
    “We should head back outside,” said Rebecca. Jack stopped in midstep and looked over his shoulder at her.
    I’m a little afraid of what we’ll find. That was an asteroid strike. This isn’t a dream.
    “Hold on, mom,” he said. “We have to be careful if we do decide to. The house could have collapsed from that quake.”
    Jack finished turning the handle on the new door and swung it open. Inside was a room that was almost a mirror image of the kitchen, with two huge tanks for clean and used water on either side and motion activated lights. In the center of this one, however, was a metal low flow toilet built into the wall, and a small shower stall.
    “He designed it with literally everything a person could need to survive,” said Jack. “What in god’s name was he expecting to happen?”
    His mom didn’t answer him. Jack turned around and saw that she was heading back up the stairs, towards the door to the outside.
    “Mom, hold on!” Jack rushed after her, starting up the stairs just as she was reaching the top. He could see right up her skirt, and the sight of her light blue panties made him flush with both excitement and embarrassment.
    “Jack, people could be hurt outside!” said Rebecca. “We need to do what we can to help, to get them to safety.”
    “We don’t know what’s going on outside, mom!” It was the truth, but Jack left out what he already could feel was the truth in his gut.
    I know what’s happening. The world… is ending.
    “Everyone in the town, our neighbors, your friends, my friends…” His mom looked at him seriously. “And your father, too!”
    She started walking up the stairs and this time, Jack ran over to follow her. His feet tapped out metal echoes as he set them down, slowing to a stop next to his mom in front of the main hatch leading into the cellar.
    “There’s a good chance that rubble from the earthquake is blocking the way,” said Jack. “I’m only going to open the door enough for us to see outside.”
    His mother nodded, and then moved far enough out of the way for him to slide by her in the doorway. Jack tried not to notice the heat that formed in the air as his body brushed against hers.
    Staying in here will be dangerous, in more ways than one.
    He set his hands on the door’s handle and slowly began to turn it. Surprisingly, there was little resistance from the outside, even as he began to push forward. Air rushed in through the widening crack, bringing dust and the smell of something that Jack couldn’t recognize along with it.
    “Well, at the very least we know that we can get out.” He pushed the door open further, creating enough space for a person to slide through if they pressed themselves flat.
    “Just lean out and look around,” said Rebecca. “I think you’re right. It’s too dangerous for us to rush right now.”
    Jack nodded and then began slipping out into what had once been the cellar of his family’s house. He edged his shoulder through, followed by his head, and started to take a look around. What he saw made his jaw drop open In surprise.
    The house had been reduced to splinters. It was the house he’d grown up in, the house that his mom had bought with his father and raised him over 18 long, nurturing years. Now it was nothing more than a scattering of tiny pieces of wood, with various recognizable objects like forks, broken picture frames, and couch cushions littering the destruction.
    “Jack? Is it safe?” His mom’s

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