It had been 3 months since the unprecedented asteroid struck the Earth. Not since the last cataclysmic event that wiped out the dinosaurs had the world seen such devastation. Giant tsunamis and what seemed now like a permanent winter had contributed to the world's population diminishing by at least 70%.

Having been on vacation in a pretty rural and inland area, we had been spared rhe brunt of the disaster. It obviously helped that our crazy uncle had been a fastidious prepper. The isolated farmhouse in which the siblings had been hunkered down contained a decent amount of survival gear. Tinned goods, water and a working fuel generator, things they had ridiculed their uncle for in the past, were now am absolute godsend.

The horrible irony of this was that at the time of impact, our uncle had been visiting friends and fishing on the coast. After 3 months of no word and no sign, the siblings assumed the worst. Much like they had to about everyone else they ever cared about. This was the new normal.

Hello hello. Happy Tuesday to all you wonderfully sordid ladies of Reddit. Today, I'm looking to explore some taboo with a twist. Two siblings stranded in a rural outpost with the world dealing with a crazy end of days event. How do they proceed in the rapidly changing world with little to no knowledge about the true nature of the devastation?

This sound like something that might interest you? Hit me up and let's discuss more. Let's talk details and make a truly memorable and sordid story.

Some pertinent kinks of mine include incest/public and risky sex/dubcon/voyeurism/exhibitionism/deflowering/impreg risk/clothed sex. Amongst others I'm sure.