Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 331: Another Hot Milf

Once the first wave of shock started to fade, the displaced group began pulling themselves together a bit. The terror that had seized them moments ago was gradually giving place to a fierce resolve to act. They understood that lingering there, eyes fixed on the rift, achieved nothing. Right now, survival mattered most.

A fellow in a ripped business suit moved ahead, his tone resolute even with a hint of fear still shaking it. "We can’t just stand here," he declared to the gathering. "We need to collect supplies. Food, water, whatever might work. To unravel what’s going on, we have to live through it first."

Agreements buzzed softly among the crowd. Folks started nodding, their looks changing from dread to determination. The lady with the mole faced her kids, her words firm. "We’ll help. Stay close to me, both of you. We stick together."

The teen who’d been gripping his phone glanced up, his complexion ashen yet set. "I’ll scout the area. Perhaps there’s useful stuff in those... structures." He pointed at the shattered edifices dotting the open space.

A lady with a pack over her shoulder came up. "I’ve got a first aid kit. If anyone’s injured, see me. And should we locate food, let’s share it—we can’t tell how long we’re stuck here."

I observed the bunch starting to get organized, their fright turning into sensible action. Angela bent closer, her whisper hushed. "They’re sharper than they appear. But they have no clue what they’re up against."

I let out a grim laugh, my eyes scanning the open area. "No. They don’t."

Lisa folded her arms, her face keen. "So what’s our play? Let them forage while we puzzle out that rift’s true nature?"

I gave a nod, my grin icy. "For the moment. But we won’t merely observe." I faced Angela and Lisa, lowering my voice to a murmur.

"We’ll assist in rounding up supplies. Build their confidence in us. And then..." My sight darted to the rift, its emerald light throbbing like a pulse. "We uncover who dumped them here. And the reason behind it?"

The crowd divided, spreading out over the open space. Some aimed for the damaged buildings, wrenching apart bent metal and rummaging in the wreckage. Others pushed toward the forest edge, hunting for edible or handy items.

The lady with the mole kept her children near a tight cluster by one fallen structure. I neared them, keeping my face even, my tone relaxed. "Need any help?"

I dropped low next to the lady with the mole, my fingers already grasping a warped metal bar sunk in the rubble. The sinews in my arms tightened as I heaved it up with ease, flinging it away with a crash. "We’ll find something," I said again, my words even and soothing.

The lady eyed me briefly, her gaze sharpening a touch—judging, weighing me. Then she dipped her head, a subtle grin pulling at her mouth. "I’m Mira," she introduced, nodding at the two youths by her side. "And they’re my kids—Nicole and Bill."

I brushed the grit off my palms, my look shifting among them. "Dexter," I answered, my manner offhand, though my stare keen. Something struck me as known in their motions, in how they regarded me—like they sensed danger but couldn’t pin it down.

Nicole advanced, her deep eyes fixed on mine, a blend of interest and wariness. "You don’t look as rattled as everyone else," she noted, her tone carrying doubt mixed with fascination.

I breathed out, combing fingers through my locks as though steadying myself. "Let’s just say..." I halted, peeking at Angela and Lisa then back to Nicole, "I am rattled. But I’m acting cool." I lifted my shoulders, pushing out a wry laugh. "Freaking out won’t aid anybody, right?"

Nicole examined me a second, her features easing a tad. "I guess not," she whispered, even as her eyes retained a trace of doubt.

I motioned to Angela and Lisa, who aided in clearing the nearby mess. "She’s Angela, my wife," I presented, my voice kind as Angela raised her head, giving a gentle, comforting grin. "And this is Lisa. She’s Angela’s sister."

Angela came up, cleaning dirt from her hands before offering one to Nicole. "Nice to meet you," she spoke, her tone sincere and friendly. "Though I wish it were under... better circumstances."

Lisa smirked, arms akimbo as she tipped her head. "Yeah, ’nice to meet you’ sounds odd when we’re all trapped in the heart of..." She waved loosely at the rift and the disorder surrounding us. "...this."

Nicole chuckled lightly, some strain lifting from her stance. "Yeah, no kidding." She faced Bill, who observed with a wary look. "This is my brother, Bill. And our mom, Mira, is over there." She indicated where Mira aided another bunch in arranging goods.

Bill inclined his head, arms still folded, but his bearing loosening a fraction. "So... what’s the plan?" he queried, his voice rough yet milder now. "We just... wait for answers?"

I raised my shoulders, bending to resume digging through the litter. "For now, we concentrate on staying alive," I stated, my manner straightforward. "Food, water, shelter. With those sorted, we tackle the other stuff."

Angela settled on her knees by me, her digits sweeping grime from a partly smashed container as she yanked it from the ruins. "And if we uncover answers..." she shot me a glance, a sly grin on her lips, "...let’s just say Dexter handles surprises well."

Lisa huffed, eyeing the sky but grinning while she chucked a battered tin into the swelling stack of goods. "That’s one way to say it."

We shifted the recovered goods to the clearing’s middle, where a rough heap of eats, drinks, and covers was building. The rest voiced gratitude as we contributed our haul, their visages blending ease with ongoing unease.

Angela, Lisa, and Mira clustered up, sifting the goods and stacking them tidily. Nicole, though, hung back by me, her deep eyes probing mine with curiosity and daring.

"Is she truly your wife?" she blurted out, her tone quiet, nearly challenging. "I mean... she looks way older than you."

I laughed, pivoting to her with a mischievous grin. "What? Jealous already, little beauty?"

Nicole snorted, folding her arms, though I spotted the light flush rising on her neck. "I’m just asking."

I edged nearer, my whisper playful and soft. "Yeah, she’s truly my wife." I peeked at Angela, who chuckled at Lisa’s remark, her assurance and grace clear. "And she’s all I require."

Nicole nibbled her lip, her sight bouncing between Angela and me, a flicker of something unclear in her eyes. "Huh. Didn’t expect that."