Vault 67 Ch. 01

Chapter One: Uranium Fever

Johnny Mitchell packed his Personal Emergency Relocation Kit with his favorite items; a baseball signed by Bobby "The Bullet" Burton, the first issue of "Grognak the Barbarian", his replica Nuka-Zapper, and a few other essential items. He'd done this ritual every morning for the last week. His mom had signed them up for a place in Vault 67 and they were given there PERK packs and told they were for "essential items that you cannot live without." Well, these items were essential to him. His dad had gotten him that ball and he would definitely need some form of entertainment in the Vault so Grognak and the Zapper were a must. At 21 he was a little too old to still be living with his mom and two sisters but, since his dad died in the Sino-American War a few years ago, he had to become the man of the house and help provide for them.

Johnny was a handsome young man at 6'1 and around 185 lbs of lean muscle. He had played first-base on the varsity baseball team in high school, but was still, despite his efforts, a virgin. All the other guys teased him about hanging panties from their rear-view mirrors and being real men, unlike Johnny who couldn't seal the deal. It wasn't his fault as far as Johnny was concerned, that most of the girls he dated were saving themselves for marriage and he wasn't going to force anyone to do anything, which he suspected so guys like Ted Krieger needed to do to claim his trophy. Being a virgin wasn't so bad, but he did wish the guys would quit teasing him about it. He ran a hand through his short, chestnut brown hair and sighed.

The Vault-Tec representative that sold his mom on Vault 67 had told her that the bombs could drop "any day now!" and guilted her with the old, "Don't you want to keep your family safe in these trying times?" She relented and bought them "Peace of Mind™" Johnny had been diligently keeping track of the Sino-American War ever since his dad was deployed to the front lines in Anchorage. Even though his dad never made it out of Alaska he had never stopped tracking the developments and trying to determine the trajectory of the war and as far as he could tell the war wasn't going well. Johnny would have loved to give the Chinese what for and follow in his father's footsteps but Uncle Sam said he wasn't eligible for service due to having flat feet, much to his widow mother's relief.

"Johnny! Girls!" his mother called, "Breakfast!"

Johnny finished packing his things and rushed down the stairs past the rooms of his two sisters. "Hey Dweeb!" his older sister, Beth, called from her doorway, "Still packing that bag everyday like a good little soldier eh, little brother?" she mocked. He rolled his eyes and kept walking, knowing better than to engage with Bethany when she was in one of her moods. Her counter-culture attitude could be a real bummer sometimes and he was not going to let her get him down today. Today was his 21st birthday and he had planned to announce to his mother that he was going to be moving out. He had finally saved enough to get a place of his own and was eager to strike out for new adventure in his life.

He didn't plan on moving too far though. He had resolved to living a phone call away in case his mom ever needed help. He was moving out, but that didn't mean he would forget his family. After all, if his mom had really resigned herself to widowhood then she was still going to need a man around to help if the power goes out, the house needs repairs, or, you know, in the event of nuclear winter. No, he wasn't going to be one of those guys that moves across the country to find greener grass. Besides, Jefferson City suited him just fine.

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Downstairs Joy was busy as she finished plating the last of her specialty, silver-dollar pancakes and sunny-side up eggs for herself and sat down at the dining room table. Their Radiation King's 21 inch cathode ray tube display and monaural, tinny speaker played the news softly in the background. The dining room was a small area off from the kitchen that opened up into the living room and it was modestly furnished with a small table big enough for five and an end table with her wedding photo on it. There were family photos along the wall and in the corner there was bookshelf. On the shelf, next to a picture of a soldier in a military dress uniform was a folded flag.

Joy didn't make a lot at her job as a secretary but between that, her widow's pension from the army, and Johnny's job at the local Red Rocket the burden of no longer having her partner, her soulmate, around to help with the bills was relieved, at least somewhat. The hole in her heart that she felt at her lost love, however, could find no relief. Joy had thought about dating again about a year after Dan had died in the war but couldn't bring herself to. Rachel and Johnny had still been in school at the time and she told herself she needed to focus on her kids and by the time the kids were adults she was so accustomed to not having a man in her life that she realized she didn't need one. After all, Dan had been her soul mate. He was the one and no man could ever compare.

Johnny bounded down the stairs to at a time and, after greeting his mother with a kiss on the cheek, sat down to eat his breakfast. His mother mused that he looked more like his father ever time she saw him. He had freshly shaven and his hair was trimmed in a similar military fashion to his father's. His deep green eyes twinkled as he grinned at her.

"Thanks mom! You're the best!" He said beaming at his plate. He poured an ample amount of syrup onto his pancakes, said grace, and dug in. It was his favorite breakfast and he scarfed it down, even going back for seconds, which he savored.

"So what do you have planned for your birthday young man?" His mother asked.

"Actually mom, I wanted to talk to you about what I wanted to do after my birthday." Johnny said, beating around the bush.

"Oh," Joy responded, "Well, what is it? Don't keep me in suspense."

"I'm moving out. I found a place close by so I can still come help you whenever you need me to, but I need to strike out on my own and become the man I was meant to be." Johnny said with conviction. He had rehearsed this a few times in the last week in the bathroom at work. Joy for her part didn't breakdown immediately. She sat composed for all of four seconds before she broke down crying.

"Mom, please don't cry. Like I said I won't be far, and I'll be fine on my own I promise." Johnny moved to comfort his mom and scooped her into a hug, which she accepted. She sobbed into his shoulder for a few moments before composing herself. First I lose my husband and now my boy is all grown up and wants to fly the coop, she mused to herself sadly.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She said, patting him on the chest and pulling free from his embrace. "But, why not save your money and stay here?" She asked trying to get him to stay. She really loved having him around because he reminded her so much of Dan and he really did help out a lot around the house and with the bills.

"Mom, how else am I going to provide you with grandchildren and carry on the family name if I can't get a girl to at least date me? And I can't even do that once they find out I live at home still, they all think I'm a loser." Johnny explained.

"I see." His mother said seriously. "Of course, you're right. I just wanted you to stay a little longer. I really like having you around the house."

"I know mom, but I really do need to find my own way." He said, turning to clear his plate from the table. "And besides I'd be close by, just a phone call away."

Behind them an alarm blared from the TV and they both turned to see what the commotion was.

"We're just getting word that, at 9:42am, atomic bombs were dropped on New York and Pennsylvania and minutes later another was dropped on Boston. We are being told that everyone is advised to seek shelter. I repeat - Everyone is..." They weren't paying attention to the rest of the broadcast. Both of them were in motion, grabbing items and yelling for the girls to grab their packs and meet at the car.

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Bethany was the last to the car. Their green Corvega Coup peeled out of the driveway as they raced to get to the vault a few miles away. With a few close calls on the highway and a bit of a jam on the interstate they finally made it to Vault 67 after 15 harrowing minutes. All of them felt the very imminent danger of more Nukes being launched as they knew Mutually Assured Destruction was the only outcome now. Inside the vault they were processed and given vault suits and new Pip-Boy 3000s, wrist-mounted computers that did many things including monitor the wearer's vitals. They were shuffled off into their respective living units were a gift basket from the Overseer awaited them.

The Mitchell's living unit had an antechamber, three small bedrooms, a modest living space, a galley-style kitchen, and one bathroom with a combination shower/bathtub. It wasn't the smallest living space Bethany had ever seen but it was pretty close. Three bedrooms meant that she would have to share a room with Rachel. She peered into each room; two of them had bunk beds and the third, the master she was assuming, had a queen sized bed and was about the size of the previous two combined. All of them were furnished with a writing desk, dressers, and night stands.

Bethany chose one of the two rooms at random and headed in. She sat her PERK pack on the top bunk to claim it and returned to the living area were her idiot brother was going through the gift basket.

"Blamco Mac and Cheese, some fresh fruit, oh wow liquor chocolates!" Johnny exclaimed holding up the box. Their mom snatched the box from his hand. "Hey!" He protested.

"I'll take those." She said.

"I'm old enough to eat those!" Johnny said.

"True, but you'll spoil your dinner." Joy said in the way only mother's can. Bethany rolled her eyes at the display and went back to the room. Rachel was laying on the bottom bunk reading a book she had brought in her pack. Bethany climbed up to the top bunk and spread out the linens that were laid on top of the mattress by whoever had set the place up for their arrival. Probably one of those Mr. Handy robots, she thought as she looked at her haphazard handywork.

"Girls!" Joy called from the living area. Bethany didn't want to comply but she felt it best given the situation. She climbed down and went into the living area with everyone else.

"I know this has been a horrific ordeal," their mother started, "but we're all together and we're all safe inside this vault. That's all that matters. We're safe and we have each other.

Johnny, I know you wanted to move out, and being stuck in a vault with your family isn't what you wanted, but you're here with us now so you're going to have to stay in our unit per the Overseer's orders. When we signed up for this it was a family deal."

"I know mom, it's okay. I'm just glad we're all safe right now." Johnny said a little shaken. Bethany rolled her eyes, "Boy scout." she muttered. Johnny, to his credit, ignored her.

"Bethany Mitchell, we all have to live together so you better learn how to get along with your brother or so help me!" Joy burst out. Bethany bit her lip and stomped off to her room. Get along? With that dweeb? Never! She raged to herself. She let the metal door clang behind her.

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The Overseer sat watching the Mitchell's on one of his screens. They were one of five families in the vault, but they showed the most promise. His experiment was simple from his point of view; he just had to test a military grade aphrodesiac. He was given free rain on how and his sick mind had come up with a few ideas but the one he chose was his favorite; he would test the aphrodesiac, code named EROS on family members to see if they could resist the aphrodesiac due to familial and societal bonds.

Now that all the families had settled in for the night it was time to initiate the first phase of his plan. Every living quarters in the vault would be placed under lock down due to a false quarantine. He had concocted that one of the families had brought in a rather nasty rotavirus that had to be contained and dealt with before the virus can spread. Then he would slowly dose the inhabitants, in pairs at first, and eventually as a family unit.

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An alarm blared through the vault and the Mitchells felt terrified for the second time that day. This terror was only brief as they had a new challenge to deal with.

"Lockdown procedures initiated. Virus detected. Quarentine initiated." A voice said over the loud speaker. The Mitchells all crowded into the living room just as the airlock hissed closed on their antechamber. Rachel and Bethany were clad in their blankets, Joy had thrown on a robe, and Johnny stood sleepily in his boxers.

"Supplies will be delivered to you're antechamber by Mr. Handy as needed to avoid any unnecessary contact. Mr. Handy will also act as a physician should the need arise." The voice blared through the loudspeaker, shurely waking even the deepest sleeper. The family all looked at one another, each of them thinking, Great, add one more log to the fire why don't you? A saying Dan had used to express when his plate was full and he didn't have time for anything else. Bethany went back to bed first followed slowly by the rest of the family.

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Johnny woke up the next morning to see a leg sticking down from the top bunk. That's odd, he thought still befuddled from sleep. He leaned out to see if he could see who it belonged to and failing that he stood up to get a better view. Bethany must've forgotten which room was hers and Rachel's, he thought. He looked down, saw his morning wood, and decided it was probably time for her to leave his room so he could have some time for himself. Quickly he wrapped his blanket around his shoulders, letting it drape around him.

"Bethany, get up." He said as he shook her leg to wake her.

"Ughhh....." She groaned as she wiggled her leg from his grasp. "Why are you in my room twerp?"

"You're room? Check again sis, you're in my room and I want you out!" Johnny said. Bethany's eyes snapped open and she was down the bunk in a flash. She looked around and sure enough, she was in Johnny's room. Embarrassed, she tried to leave.

"I must have mixed up the rooms." She said, sleepily trying to open the door. It wouldn't budge. "Okay, haha, unlock the door now." She said turning to him exasperated at his prank. She was started to get annoyed and that was waking her up more, which was in turn annoying her more.

"I didn't lock the door." Johnny said. He got up and tried to open it himself. It wouldn't budge for him either. Johnny started to question the situation when he notice a heavy pink gas had been drifting in from the vents on the walls. The room was filled with a haze of pink and as he inhaled the sandlewood scented mist, Johnny's body started to feel warm and his already hard cock throbbed. His heart pounded in his chest.

"Bethany, I feel funny." He said, turning back to her. Bethany was staring at him, her jaw a little slack.

"Me too." She said. She began to grab her breasts and wormed her other hand down to her crotch. She moaned and her eyes fluttered. Johnny's cock ached and pulsed in his now too tight boxers.

"Bethany, what are you...?" Johnny said as his sister began to circle her fingers around her increasingly wet crotch. She was horny, more than horny this was unbearable. There was a pressure building inside of her that needed to be released. Her eye's fluttered open and she bit her lip looking down at the rather large dick imprint in her brother's straining boxers.

"Oh, that looks painful." Bethany said as she moved forward, slowly. Her body was on fire and she needed cock, any cock. She couldn't control herself. Somewhere in the back of her mind she screamed at herself to stop. Instead, she placed a hand on her brother's hard, throbbing cock and said, "Let me help you with that."

Johnny moaned as his older sister grabbed his erection. She was right, it did hurt a little bit. He had never been this hard in his life. His mind, like his sister's, had been clouded by EROS. The drug worked similar to canabis and ashwaganda but on a much grander scale. Much to the Overseer's delight it lowered inhibitions, increased bloodflow to the genitals, clouded the mind, and most of all made the victim unbearably aroused. Bethany stroked Johnny's cock through his cotton boxers with her fingers a few times before hooking her fingers on his waist band and tugging them down. His cock bounced out, almost hitting her in the face as she quickly knelt dealt while continuing to remove his boxers.

Johnny's cock was large. Bigger than any guy Bethany had been with. She measured it against her cheek trying to see if she could fit the nearly 8 inch monster into her mouth, let alone her throat. She decided to give it the old college try and without any further hesitation took his length down to the root surprising herself, Johnny, and the Overseer who was watching on a monitor from his control room. He quickly and delightedly scribbled out some notes about the strong effects of EROS and how the test subjects seem to have shed all inhibitions.

Bethany stroked his cock with her mouth over and over, moving her tongue with wild abandon. She needed to taste his seed. While her right hand worked his rod with her mouth her left went down to her sopping wet cunt. She dove her hand inside her panties and began masturbating while gagging on her brother's cock. She moaned and made sloppy wet sounds with her mouth as she ramped up the intensity. Johnny was moaning louder and had grabbed onto her hair. He began pulling her onto him and she loosened her throat gladly allowing him to throat fuck her.

Johnny humped into her mouth and grunted. Tears streaked down his sisters face as she gagged and choked on his cock.

"Fuck! Cumming!" He grunted as he spurt rope after rope down Bethany's throat. She drank it all down with wanton abandon. Johnny let go of his grip and his sister detatched herself from his dick. She stood up and sashayed to the bed. Bethany bent over and shook her ass at her brother. Johnny's still hard cock throbbed and ached. He needed to fuck her, needed to cum inside her, to breed her. He was out of control, the mist was swirling around them, pushing them further and further.

Johnny stepped behind Bethany and guided his rod to her slit. He teased her up and down with the head of his cock before slamming himself into her. Bethany moaned loudly in a mix of pleasure and pain as Johnny pounded into her. He fucked her hard and deep, pumping into her with reckless indulgence. Somewhere in the back of his mind a small piece of his sanity told him this was wrong. If it's so wrong, why does it feel so good? He asked that part of himself, commanding it to silence as lust overtook him.

"Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck me just like that, oh fuck!"

Johnny grunts and Bethany's moans mixed into a cacophony that surely would have been heard had the vault's rooms not been completely soundproof. Their ecstasies rose until Bethany was squeezing Johnny's cock with her walls, her orgasm trying to milk one from him. The sensation was enough to send him over the edge and Johnny came inside of his sister's warm, wet cunt.

"Fuck!" Johnny exclaimed.

"Shit!" Bethany agreed.

They collapsed onto the bed, spent from the vigorous activity caused by EROS. The Overseer grinned as he realized just how great of a weapon they had on they hands. He imagined dropping EROS over enemy lines to turn battle buddies into fuck buddies. More tests were needed of course, but this was a great start to his experiments. He pressed a button and Mr. Handy appeared in his control room moments later.

"Yes, sir?" Mr. Handy queried.

"Clean them up and redress them." The Overseer commanded.

"Right away sir!" Mr. Handy responded. The Overseer pressed another button on his console and an incapacitating agent was pumped into the Mitchell's pod, knocking the mother and younger sister out so Mr. Handy could go about his work unabated. Looking at his subjects in his monitors he made a note to lower the dose for the next experiment. In his excitement to finally test EROS he let the gas fill the room too quickly thus completely overriding the subject's prefrontal cortex and firing up their hypothalamus to extreme levels according to the readings from their Pip-Boys. He would have to take his time with his next experiment, he didn't want to burn out his subjects too quickly or cause them to become mindless fuck puppets. At least, not yet.

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Chapter Two: Big Iron on His Hip