Raised in a Prepper's household.

My father had become convinced that something was coming and planned accordingly. Ever since I can remember we've been preppers, my mother passed away from cancer when was 13. No other siblings, it was me and my father. Him always on the lookout for something new to add to his secret bugout facility as he called our property in the back blocks of the state. As time passed, I was used to going to the facility and with my father not short of a dollar it was well stocked and setup. But then the pandemic came, my father was sure it was the big event, but caught the virus before we could bugout. Not in the best of health it took him, and I was left alone at 26. Well off and not needing to work to get by, I couldn't bugout as my father had wanted to, due to the lockdown. Living in the apartment in the building we owned, I kept to myself. I met one of our tenants in the laundry room, she was 46 and lived with her daughter 24 both were out of work due the pandemic and lockdown. I wasn't concerned about them being unable to pay their rent, they good tenants and they had no control over the pandemic and the event that went with it. We talked about the pandemic, and she said they were starting to struggle. I told her if they needed any help contact me and I would help as best I could. A week later no sign of the lockdown ending we met again in the laundry, and she asked could I spare some food as they had run out of money. I said I could I had plenty on hand and told her to come by get what they needed. Later on, her and her daughter came I had canned and dried food which was to go to the facility before my father had died and as we didn't go, I had it in my apartment. Also, a heap of frozen meat and vegetables to choose from, they were only going to take canned food as they didn't want to overdo their welcome so to speak. They didn't say that, but I realized it and offered a simple solution to make them feel better. Instead of choosing food, why not join me for meals and I would some company. They agreed and that's how we got closer and closer, finally ending up in bed with the mother and daughter and starting a sexual relationship with both. By the time the lockdown ended I had done the deed and gotten the daughter pregnant, but not yet known to us. But able to travel and their jobs yet to return we went on a trip to the facility. Stayed a week and a half returned and having already decided to live together, setup house together as they say. Shortly after the first signs of her pregnancy started to appear, not mucking about we married. I'd already decided she was the one for me, she was totally okay with me still fucking her mother and liked the threesomes we had. Now years later we still have the facility just in case and 2 children and still having threesomes.