Chapter 1

As the car hurtled down the highway in the woods, I felt my heart pounding against my ribs, matching the rhythm of the engine’s roar. Beside me, David Summers, my dad, gripped the steering wheel with fierce determination, his neat features illuminated by the dashboard lights. At forty-eight, he worked as an engineer for Vault-Tec company.

In the seat beside him sat Nancy, my stepmom, holding tightly to her daughter April’s hand. It was April, with her petite frame trembling with fear. At thirty-three, Nancy had become a mother at a young age. April, who was seventeen, was only a year younger than me. We had attended the same school, and I had known April even before her mother became my stepmom last year.

April was stunning in her beauty, radiating warmth like sunshine. Unlike the typical ‘queen bee’ who might exploit her beauty and confidence for social advantage, April was a shy and humble princess who preferred the company of her small social group in the school library. I once took a book from a shelf, and our eyes suddenly met through the space of the removed book. I had a crush on her immediately. However, my heart sank after she had become my stepsister.

And then there was me, Peter. Eighteen years old and freshly graduated from high school. I was about to go to Vault-Tec University next month, but those damn Chinese Commies had to go and ruin everything by launching their nukes into our country.

We hurtled toward Vault 69 as news of Washington and Pennsylvania’s destruction by the nukes hung heavy in the air. Our President is surely furiously tapping big red buttons over and over, firing our nukes back at Commie’s land.

As we reached the imposing entrance of Vault 69, located within the confines of the “Free Spirit Paradise” resort nestled among serene lakes and mountains, a sense of relief washed over us.

Joining the queue of anxious survivors, we waited our turn to be processed into the vault. Names were checked off, and each individual was identified.

A bright light radiated outside the Vault gate, blinding everyone for seconds. I started counting with an interval of one second. I counted to 15 when we heard the sound of the big explosion. I calculated that we could be around 5 kilometers away from the bomb. Then the heavy door suddenly closed with a loud, heavy bump, sealing us off from the outside world. We were more or less the last group of people able to get into this Vault.

Finally, it was our turn. Dad, Nancy, April, and I stepped forward, submitting to the necessary examinations and procedures.

“Have you ever got the PVI from our resort?” A doctor asked, I had no idea what he was talking about.

“Only my son has not.” My dad answered.

“Stay calm, Peter,” Nancy murmured, “It’s a Pan Virion Immunity injection, it will help you against all the viruses,” She explained.

“You guys all have had it?” I asked. They nodded back.

A minute later, he administered some kind of substance to my arm. Then, we were handed our standard-issue Vault-Tec jumpsuits, blue with a distinctive yellow stripe, as a uniform for life within the vault.

“Here we go, kiddo,” Dad said, offering me a reassuring smile as he handed me my jumpsuit.

Passing through the thick door that led deeper into the vault, we entered where the changing area awaited. Here, we were instructed to change into our jumpsuits. Everyone began to strip.

Nancy had long, sleek black hair that cascaded down her back, contrasting beautifully against her porcelain skin. Her eyes were almond-shaped and dark, with a mischievous sparkle. As she was in her underwear, I noticed her figure was a work of art. I was stunned at the body that I had lusted for a year of living together with my hot stepmom. Then she took off her bra, letting me see perfectly firm B cup breasts and her seductive dark brown nipples. I must remember this picture well, I told myself. This is great material for my jerk-off session.

April, on the other hand, had short brown hair that framed her oval-shaped face. Her big brown eyes were doe-like and innocent, but there was a hint of playfulness in them. She had a petite body with small mounds displaying her perky nipples. I took those precious pictures to my memory.

As they stripped their clothes in front of me, I couldn’t help but admire their hot bodies. Nancy’s smooth skin glowed under the bright lights as she revealed more of herself to me. Our eyes accidentally connected. She smiled, then moved her body a bit, flashing her beautiful breasts fully to my eyes.

We had our little secret that Dad would kill me if he knew. Months ago, our family went on vacation on a paradise island. In the secluded island cabin we lived in, as the evening sun cast a warm glow, Nancy, my stepmother, interrupted my horny activity in the bathroom, telling me dinner was ready. That day, I saw Nancy and April in bikinis all day long and that made me so horny. So, when we went back from the beach, I went straight to the bathroom trying to jerk myself off.

I told her I’ll be there in five minutes. Ignoring my plea, she entered the bathroom unannounced, catching me red-handed. She was still in her hot red bikini saying “You must hurry, everyone is starving.” With a mix of embarrassment seeing what I was doing, she smirked and asked “Need help?”

I was still shocked and did not say anything back. She then grasped my pole with her soft hand and gave me several strokes. When I seemed not going to come any time soon, she put my dick in her mouth and sucked it. There, I came in no time. It was hard to believe that my sweet stepmother would give me a blowjob. Emerging from the bathroom, my pants in place, and as we joined the others for dinner, I couldn’t make eye contact with my dad.

Back to the present, my dad rushed me to strip and change into a jumpsuit. I quickly shed my own clothes under their watchful gazes, feeling both excited and nervous as I stood completely naked before almost ten people.

“Mmm ... he’s looking good, Looks like he got something big from his dad’s side,” April purred as she took in every inch of my exposed skin and laughed with her mom.

Then I turned to my dad, he was struggling to zip his jumpsuit up as his erection stood against the fabric. I saw my dad’s cock for the first time. Oh my god, it was monstrous fat and nine inches long. I didn’t know how Nancy handled that monster every night but she surely was a lucky girl.

Nancy stepped closer to help him. Her body pressed against his as they grabbed hold of the zipper, Nancy’s soft breasts brushing against his chest with each movement. “There you go,” Nancy said with a sultry smile as she finally zipped up the jumpsuit. “All ready now.”

Stepping further into the vault, Dad began to explain our situation to me. “Most of the vault members have already settled in for months,” he said, his voice echoing in the confined space. “Especially those who work for Vault-Tec.”

I nodded, taking in the surroundings as we followed the flow of survivors towards the central hub. It was then that we were greeted by the overseer, a strikingly beautiful woman named Fiona. As an employee of Vault-Tec and the owner of the Free Spirit Paradise resort, she exuded an air of authority and grace.

“Welcome to Vault 69,” Fiona addressed the assembled survivors, her voice projecting with confidence. “Some of you may not be aware, but this vault is built exclusively for families of the Free Spirit Paradise resort members.”

So, my dad must be a member of this resort. I glanced around, noting the surprise on the faces of other survivors as well. Among them, I spotted some young boys and girls from my school.

As Fiona explained, my family and I followed her deeper into Vault 69. The interior of the vault was clean, sterile, and organized. A corridor stretched out before us, illuminated by the soft glow of overhead lights. The walls were lined with sleek metal panels, adorned with the advanced technology that had gone into constructing the vault.

As we walked, Fiona continued her explanation, detailing the layout of Vault 69. “The vault consists of three main levels,” she said, her voice echoing in the spacious corridor. “The innermost vault is reserved for grown adult members.”

I nodded, taking in the information as we passed by sealed doors leading to the inner vault. Beyond those barriers lay the heart of Vault 69, where the established residents lived and worked.

“The outer vault,” Fiona continued, gesturing towards a branching corridor, “is dedicated to young children who have not yet reached adulthood. We designed to put them together in a safe and nurturing environment with professional care for their growth and development.”

As we entered the middle level of the vault, Fiona pointed out the three rooms that comprised this area. “In the transition from youth to adulthood, here we have an orientation sector comprising two living units and a conference room,” she explained, indicating the doors on either side of the corridor. “This is where a fully grown child, and a newcomer, in this case, will undergo orientation and classes for at least a week or so before being allowed to live with other members.”