Back in .05 I was visiting my cousins in New Orleans. I was on medical leave from work and was there a couple of weeks. My cousins said that the Hurricane Katrina didn't mean anything and we didn't need to evacuate. When the windows were breaking from the wind and the road flood we started to leave. But with the kids and the supplies there wasn't enough room in the car, so I took mine. I stopped on the way out when I saw another car by the road that had been washed into a ditch. There was a family in it and I took them in, and after a couple of miles my car got washed into a house and the engine flooded, so we were stuck. It didn't take long for the house to collapse, so we were stuck.

So I was in a car under a collapsed house in a flood with a black woman and her son and daughter (names will be withheld to protect everybody). We talked and swapped life stories and enjoyed what few supplies we had. We found the driver's side door could open enough for one person to crawl out but there was no place to go because of the collapsed house, so that became our crapper. It involved some uncomfortable crawling around to use it, too. For comfort's sake I stayed alone in the front seat so there would be a clear passage.

Our watches were the only way we had to tell time, and after twenty-four hours, we were all uncomfortable. The girl wanted to slip off her shift but her mother wouldn't let her. I had my overnight bag handy and offered her one of my t-shirts so she would have something clean to wear. Having her slip the t-shirt on and undress under it gave me a hard-on, despite the fact she was just a slip of a girl. She insisted on climbing in the front seat with me and giving me a kiss, then she stayed there. Her mother thought it was funny and said that the girl liked hugging men ever since the children's father had run off years ago. Privately, despite the heat and mugginess, I appreciated the feeling of another living being against me.

At the forty-eight hour mark, the mother admitted she had some weed in her purse and needed to take the edge off. The boy said he'd like some, too, and he got in an argument with his mother concerning "those little shits who let an eleven-year-old smoke weed" that he hung out with. The yelling made the girl hug me with arms and legs and hide her face in my chest, and I held her tight. When the argument ran its course, a joint was passed around to all four of us. The girl didn't cough much. I had the idea this wasn't her first time smoking something.

Then she had to use the crapper again. I became aware that the girl wasn't wearing anything under her t-shirt, and when she finished crapping, I told her to get on all-fours and I'd clean her. She did and everyone was too buzzed to wonder about it. So I cleaned her little ass off with a handy-wipe, and even got up inside her rectum with a wipe and one finger, which made her make weird sounds.

With the weed, the tension, and the close quarters, we were all high and squirrelly. I started rubbing her puss and she asked what I was doing. I told her I was going to make her cum then fuck her. I forgot that her mom and brother were in the back seat and could see perfectly through the gap between the seats. They were just as high and tense and squirrelly as me, and when the girl came I finally looked back there and the boy was sucking him mom's tit and they were giving each other handjobs. I covered the girl and fucked her ass. I could hear them in the backseat and they were getting into it, too. I almost passed out when I came.

We kept waking up and falling asleep and having sex again and again. At some point I ended up in the backseat and screwed the mother while the kids fooled around in the backseat. But I ended up with my little darling again.

At seventy-two hours we had run out of weed and were sober again, but the ice had been broken. We were all mostly naked which was good considering how muggy it was, and the kids were ridiculously horny. I think I screwed more in that car than I did in all my years at college.

At one hundred two hours, we had run out of water, and a rescue crew found up. We managed to get dressed and we were taken to a shelter. Some mistake had us listed as a family and we didn't bother to correct them.

Whatever you heard about the Superdome, it was worse. We were there two days before we were evacuated, and it smelled and generally was awful. We stayed in a close little group and were evacuated as a family. Fortunately after we were cleared out to Texas I could use my credit cards and we got a hotel room and finally got clean and had the clothes laundered. Laying on clean sheets with clean skin in an air-conditioned hotel room was heavenly, and we all made love to celebrate. I even let the boy fuck my ass, the only time I let that happen.

I rented a car and took the whole family with me, and we've been together ever since. The mother has had two more kids, but except for the pale one, there's no way to tell whose they are. I legally adopted the boy as my son a year later, and I married the girl the day after she turned eighteen last year. The four of us are still lovers.

Our family is sort of scandalous to our neighbors, especially after I married the girl and had an obvious kid with her mother, but we're still a family. After all the shit we went through, we figure it was God's way of telling us to stay together.