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It had been three years since the world had ended – three years since the nuclear bombs fell, destroying everything in their path. The survivors were few, scattered across the wasteland that used to be civilization. And in this world of death and despair, the only thing that mattered was survival.

For John and his family, survival meant staying together. They had lost so much already – friends, neighbors, loved ones. They couldn’t bear to lose each other as well. And so they stayed, huddled in an underground bunker, waiting for the world to heal.

But as time passed, the bunker felt more and more like a prison. The same four walls, the same faces, day after day. John found himself longing for something – anything – to break the monotony.

And then he started to look at his family in a different way.

It started with little things – a hand brushing against his sister’s, a lingering hug from his mother. But as the days went by, those small touches turned into something more.

John knew it was wrong. Incest was taboo, even in a world where rules no longer applied. But he couldn’t help himself. The desire burned inside him, a flame that refused to be quenched.

It wasn’t just physical, either. John had all the time loved his family, but now that love had taken on a new dimension. He couldn’t bear the wondered of losing them – losing the only people left in the world who cared about him.

And so he acted on his desires.

At first, it was just with his sister. They would sneak away when the others were sleeping, exploring each other’s bodies in the dim light of the bunker’s generators. It felt forbidden, dangerous, but also thrilling in a way John had never experienced before.

But then his mother joined in, and John’s world turned upside down.

He had all the time loved his mother – she was the one who had held the family together, who had refused to give up even when all seemed lost. And now, seeing her naked, feeling her body against his, he loved her in a way that went beyond just filial devotion.

It was wrong. So very, very wrong. But John couldn’t help it. He was consumed by lust, by a need for the only thing that gave him any pleasure in this desolate wasteland.

And so they continued, the three of them, giving in to their forbidden desires in the cramped confines of the bunker. It was dangerous – if anyone found out, they would be shunned, maybe even killed – but the risk only made it more enjoyable.

But then, one day, they were discovered.

It was his father, who had been out scavenging for food. He must have come back early, hearing the muffled sounds of pleasure coming from the bunker. When he opened the door, he was met with a sight that would haunt him for the rest of his days.

John didn’t even have time to explain before his father lashed out, hitting him, his sister, his mother. The family was shattered, torn aside by the revelation of their sinful desires.

John never saw his family again after that day. He left the bunker, wandering the wasteland alone, haunted by the memories of what he had done. He knew he would never be able to shake the guilt, the shame.

But even as he walked, alone and lost, he knew one thing for sure: he had tasted pleasure that no one else in the world could find out. And maybe that was worth the price he had paid.
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