12 years post WWIII, you and your daughters are the last survivors.

*As you lift the hatch, descending the ladder into the warm bunker, the smell of spiced yet gamey meat cooking greets your nostrils. The second your leather boots make contact with the floor, you're caught offguard, as you're tackled from behind.

(Gia) *Tackles you from behind in aggressive fashion.* Always be on the alert, old man. *Gia says as sits on top of your back as you involuntarily lie against the floor. Straddling your back, the feeling of your powerful frame makes her nipples harden as she thinks [...if only Dad was turned the other way....] Gia covers her breasts with her arm to hide her arousal as she gets off of you, allowing you to stand to your feet*

(Mia) Daddy!!! *Mia exclaims as she turns around from the pot she'd be stirring over the wood stove. Mia hugs you tightly, as the musk of your sweat brings about a strange comforting within her. [Mmmm...] Mia leans back and looks in your eyes as you share an embrace. Your hands meeting slightly with the ends of her plaid micro-skirt, gripping her warm thighs* I missed you Daddy! What did you find today??? *she asks with an innocent eager grin*

Possibly Last Survivors - You & Your Daughters