14 comments/ 43480 views/ 75 favorites Viral Outbreak By: Kousakacomplex "Hey turn the volume up!" "Yeah turn it up!" "Why don't you two turn your volume down?" The sharp response from my elder sister immediately shut the twins up, but knowing them, I knew their response only signaled a temporary retreat. I had a term for when the twins were quiet: I called it the 'planning phase.' I eyed them for a moment, then decided that it'd be alright for now. Though they were only eight, their penchant for revenge was not dictated by immediacy. In fact I often found myself questioning what exactly it was that they were retaliating against, whenever they did finally strike. My focus quickly readjusted to the little television set in front of us. When our parents called in a panic, we had been out in the playground and nothing in the world seemed wrong. As soon as we got home and turned on the news however, we saw that things were going quite differently in other parts of the world. "No reports yet on what's the cause of the disturbances, all we can advise at this time is to stay indoors, and keep safe." I glanced over at my sister Erin, who was now furrowing her brow worriedly as she studied the flickering screen in front of us. "What do you-?" "Shh, just a minute Jase." I alternated my gaze between her and the television screen for a few more minutes, then got up and took a look out the window. As I drew the curtains back, I half expected to see some sort of indication of the disturbances that were now being reported across our little island home, but everything was as still and calm as it had been every other day of my life. I was about to slide one of the windows open when the words of the news reporter on the screen caught my attention- "This is not, we repeat, not, a zombie outbreak of any kind." I walked back over to the television, now transfixed on the pale old man in a white lab coat now being interviewed. "Though we have not identified the cause, what we can say is that something it seems, is making people behave unnaturally, however its effects are no different from a minor hallucinogen. Affected persons may become violent, however the effects are reversible, so do your best not to harm them unless it is absolutely necessary." "Is that going to happen here?" "Yeah, is it? Is it?" Casey and Colin were now tapping on the glass screen of the television set, where images were now being played of chaos in the city centers, with images of buildings on flame and broken glass littering the streets, and rioters out and about. My sister Erin shuddered slightly at the thought, then quickly put it out of her mind as she stood up seemingly determined. "Chances are, whatever's happening won't reach us all the way here in the country, but just to be safe, no one goes outside. Got it?" She directed the last part of her sentence at the twins, who nodded with that same curiously foreboding quietness. As they went off to play together (or plot murder, who knows), Erin and I began to discuss the possibility of barricading the house. A quick count of the number of windows, doors and entryways made the task seem somewhat impossible. "How about we take some supplies up to mom and dad's room. If we have to hide out that's the perfect place since it has a bathroom and everything, and we could push the dresser across the door easy." Erin pondered my suggestion for a moment, then nodded. We began carrying up some basic foodstuff that could last a few weeks if needed, as well some basic supplies, like candles and matches, in case anything would be needed. As I made the final trip up the stairs to my parents' bedroom, I suddenly heard a loud scream coming from downstairs. That was Erin's voice! I immediately dropped the box in my hands and sped off down the stairs. When I got down to the living room, the scene before me was one that I didn't quite know how to take in. Casey, sitting on top of the living room table, had a rope fastened around Erin's neck. Erin, a panic in her eyes that revealed both fear and confusion, had from all appearances been pulled off of her feet, and was grasping at the rope which was being tightly pulled at her neck. While Casey's eight year old strength would hardly be enough to restrain Erin ordinarily, what made it possible was that Colin held his little league baseball bat in his hands, and was simultaneously letting all hell loose, and swatting away at Erin's midsection. I took the entire situation in for one moment then sprang into action. "Hey, knock it off you two." I was about to reach for Colin's bat, when the little bastard snarled, then swung it at me. It was not until that moment that I really understood the true gravity of the situation. Was it whatever the hell they were talking about on the news? I had little time to ponder the situation as Colin began to really go at me with the bat. I yelped in pain as he struck a clean swing at my knee, which prompted me, almost reflexively to throw a kick at his head. He tumbled over a few times, then got up and once more headed straight for the bat which he dropped when my kick landed. I tried to pick him up off the floor, but he bit my hand as it wrapped around his chest from behind, and I yelped once more as he slipped out of my grasp. While I dealt with Colin, Erin had slipped out of Casey's stranglehold, and like me was trying to contain him. However Casey seemed equally as elusive as his twin brother. I took one more look at the snarling twins, then grabbed Erin's hand and made a dash for the stairs. After pulling her into our parents' bedroom, I pulled the door shut and locked it. "We can't just leave them, Jase." "We're doing more damage to them just by fighting them off." "Still..." "Relax, the house is locked up and secure, right? The worst they can do is trash the place." As I said this I expected to hear the sound of things breaking outside, however I came to the sudden realization that the house had gone completely silent, save for the steady pants coming from Erin. She put a hand to her neck, where I could see slight rope burns already showing on the pale skin there. "They were really trying to kill me, weren't they? Do they hate me Jase? Am I too hard on them?" "Calm down sis, they know you love them. I don't think that's them right now." "Are they infected? Does that mean we're exposed too? Will that happen to us?" "I dunno." "What do I- do... what-?" Erin, my older sister, had prior to that moment been a steady, infallible rock that we'd depended on all our lives, but in that moment she collapsed to her knees and began to weep. Our parents were quite frequently away from home on what they firmly believed to be necessary business trips. While we understood that with the economic crisis things had become difficult to the point of desperation, it was difficult for us as children who cared a lot less about the pride that kept their parents constantly busy just to keep things intact, and more about the painful absence felt in their lives when they just wanted to have parents again. Between me getting set to head out to college after the summer, and Erin working while taking care of everything at home, it seemed as if they had all but vanished from our lives. That night, however, I realized for the first time in my life that Erin, like the rest of us, was just barely holding it together as best she could. That strong person that I'd always seen was merely her being what we needed her to be. I wrapped my hands about her as she wept, and her nails dug into my shoulder as she clutched onto me, letting out some of the sorrow that she'd swallowed over the years as she took care of us. After a few minutes of pouring her frustration out, she composed herself and once again assumed the role of the dependable adult. "We can't leave them out there. We need to check on them." Despite my own reluctance to open that door, I nodded. My trust in Erin was after all, absolute. "What do we do?" "We'll need to restrain them until we can figure out how to get help." Erin scanned the room, then went to our parents' bed and retrieved a pillow. She quickly stuffed it with some clothes from their wardrobe, then motioned to me to do the same. "What're we doing with these?" She hit me with one of the pillows in response, and I was surprised to see that it actually packed a bit of a punch. "We can probably knock them away with these if needed. Without hurting them. Right?" I nodded, then steeled myself as she prepared to open the bedroom door. She threw the door open, and I tensed as I half-expected the enraged twins to come in swinging at us. Instead I was greeted by an empty, silent hallway. Erin poked a head outside, then quickly stepped out and motioned for me to follow. We crept silently down the stairs and towards the living room where our first struggle with the twins had ended not more than twenty minutes earlier. Erin began to panic again after a quick scan of the rooms downstairs came up empty. She paced as she ran her hands through her long, silky, black hair. "Oh god, where are they?" Tears began to well up in her eyes once again, then suddenly I realized that the television was still on. Though the volume was muted, the same local news station was on and the words running across the bottom of the screen caught my attention. "Cause of the outbreak now confirmed to be a pollen-like spore. Though invisible to the naked eye, as long as victims are in contact with spores, behavioral anomalies will persist." I continued to study the writing on the screen, when suddenly my sister let out a panicked scream. Glancing up, I immediately saw the reason for her sudden reaction. In the doorway between the living room and the dining room stood Colin, wearing a hockey ski mask with the complete get up of a goalie's protective padding, and holding in his little hands the mini chainsaw that our father used to trim stray branches from the oaks and other trees around our house. I took once glance at the makeshift weapon in my hands and realized that I'd just brought a pillow to a chainsaw massacre. I had just noticed the pair of night vision goggles strapped to his forehead, when the lights suddenly went out. And I was just about to wonder where Casey was too. These two and their penchant for planning. When I joked that it'd be the death of us, I never imagined it quite like this. My heart threatened to burst from my chest as I heard the terrifying sound of the saw's motor kick into life. And had it not been for the quick thinking of my elder sister that might have been the way things would have ended for me. My ever reliable elder sister, Erin, switched on the flashlight, and aimed it directly into the now night vision equipped eyes of our younger brother, temporarily blinding him. As quick as flash she swung the pillow at the saw, then swung repeatedly, knocking Colin off of his feet, and sending the whirring saw flying across the room. She tossed me her flashlight as she continued her onslaught on Colin, and I quickly retrieved the saw and switched it off. I tried to refocus the light on my sister to help with her struggle, and almost jumped out of my skin when a similarly attired Casey appeared, holding a hockey stick in his hands, which he was preparing to strike at the back of Erin's skull. Boy we really need to re-evaluate these two's hobbies, I thought. Without thinking, I grabbed a nearby vase from the living room coffee table and hurled it as hard as I could at Casey's face. Though the mask protected him from direct harm, the force of the impact knocked him off his feet, and kicking at Colin, I grabbed my sister by the hand and took off running once more heading this time, however, to the basement. As I half-pulled my sister down the steps to the basement, the flashlight, which I had been trying to hold onto along with Colin's power saw, slipped from my hand and clattered down the stairs, casting light haphazardly through the narrow hall. I quickly yanked the door open, then swung it shut, momentarily engulfing us once more in complete darkness. Without wasting any time, I quickly flipped the latches to lock ourselves safely inside. I paused for a moment, panting as I struggled to catch my breath, then started searching for the pull switch for the battery powered emergency light that my dad had installed down here in case of a blackout. After fumbling about in the dark for a few moments, I turned the light on and headed for the breakers which I assumed Casey had switched off in their plan to eliminate us. It was only after I had restored power, then switched from the emergency light to the regular basement lights, that I sat down on the basement workbench to gather myself properly. It was only then that I realized that Erin was still clutching onto me for dear life. As things settled down a bit, she let go of my arm and wrapped her arms around my neck, her chest still heaving as she panted from the overexertion of the past few minutes. It was quiet again outside, and this time I knew for certain that the twin's had re-entered their planning phase. At least we were now in the basement; the apparent source of their arsenal. That and I still had in my hands the power saw which would have been the worst weapon to leave them with. My sister still hung around my neck, panting into my shoulder. "What do we do now, Erin?" She didn't answer. I began to contemplate whether or not we should go back out there for the twins. To our advantage, now that we were in the basement we could arm ourselves better than last time, and we also had the lights on again. I was still lost in these thoughts when my sister looked up into my face, and I noticed a strange look in her eyes. "Erin..?" I whispered her name uncertainly as she continued to pant lightly, staring at me with that strange look that I could not quite place. Her hand moved towards my own, to the hand which still held the power saw. Almost by reflex, I withdrew from her. I began to feel really scared, in a way that I had not even felt when the lights went out and Colin had started the mechanical machine. "Relax," she whispered, as she took the saw from my hand. I tensed briefly, then breathed a sigh of relief as she placed it on the floor next to the workbench. "Jeez sis, I thought for a second that you were- wha?" My sentence was cut short as Erin pushed me onto my back, holding down my hands above my head, while climbing on top of me. "Erin... a-are you alright?" I asked, the uncertainty clear in my wavering voice. She responded by placing a finger against my lips in a silencing gesture, then ran the finger slowly down my chin and along my chest. She grabbed at the soft, cotton materiel at my chest, then lowered her head to my neck, where to my utter shock, she placed a long, deep kiss. A faint sound, almost like a kitten purring contentedly, emanated from her lips as she lifted her head from my neck to stare deeply into my eyes, her lone wandering finger returning to circle the warm, damp spot where her lips had been pressed. As she leaned in to press another sensual kiss lower on my neck, my body responded almost by reflex, thrusting to meet her in anticipation. She purred softly once more, grinding her hips on me in response, then running her tongue along the length from my chest up my neck to my chin. "Erin!" My face flushed as I tried to get ahold of the situation. I struggled against her hold on my arms, and she pouted in response, making a sound like a puppy being kicked. I froze. When Erin did that it was usually enough for me to lay down my life. But as I looked deeply into her eyes, I saw something that was not entirely her. It was that same, subtle, semi-vacant look I'd seen in Casey's eyes when I first saw him wrapping that rope around her neck. It was the kind of thing that you would not notice unless you'd watched that person all your life, and knew what every subtle flicker in their gaze meant. Erin took my pause as consent to continue, and began moving in towards my face when I broke free of her hold and pushed her off of me. "Erin, this isn't you! Snap out of it." "What do you mean? Of course it's me. Doesn't my baby brother know his own sister?" She got off the ground and had begun walking with a deliberate, seductive gait, towards me. I backed away from her until I found myself against one of the basement pillars, then she put a hand on my chest and pressed herself against me once more. "Mmm, since when did my baby brother get such a nice, firm chest?" "Erin stop!" I turned our bodies away from the wall and began to back away again, but she continued to give chase, undeterred by my resistance. There was no doubt, my sister was infected by whatever it was they were talking about on TV, but unlike Casey and Colin, she wasn't trying to kill me. Wait, what was it again? A spore? As I tried to escape my sister's advances I struggled to remember what I'd seen flashing across the screen before Colin had shown up in a full Halloween murder suit. Cause of the outbreak now confirmed to be a pollen-like spore. "Stop running, silly! I'm not gonna hurt you. Unless of course, you ask me to!" Though invisible to the naked eye, as long as victims are in contact with spores, behavioral anomalies will persist. I backed up into a shelf, and tumbled over a stack of boxes when suddenly I remembered: While the spores cannot stick to human skin or hair, they can easily latch onto any fibers; clothes, mats, rugs, any kind of fabric can act as a vehicle for the spores. Exposed persons will soon recover when contact with the spores have been broken. "Our clothes!" I suddenly exclaimed as I sat up on the floor, "We have to get out of these clothes!" "Now you've got the idea," Erin winked, as she crawled over to me on her hands and knees. She climbed onto me once again then lifted her hands over her head. "Could you help me with that, Jason?" she asked, suggestively. I gulped nervously. I'd never thought about my sister in a sexual way before. Erin was the closest person in the world to me; we could stay up and chat all night, we played together, laughed together, cried together. We shared everything with each other. Despite that, I'd never seen my sister act like this, and I had to admit that the charismatic charm she had suddenly turned on was more than just a little captivating. I exhaled deeply as I lifted the cotton t-shirt over her head. As I leaned in to get the t-shirt all the way over her raised hands, the milky sweet scent of my sister's body wash wafted up towards me. The pores along my neck fluttered pleasurably as I inhaled her scent deeply, and she pulled my head in towards her the soft supple flesh of her breast. Keep it together, I thought, as I reached behind her back for the clasps of her bra. As the clasp came undone, the white cotton bra gave way to reveal the two fleshy mounds that it held. It wasn't the first time I'd seen my sister's breasts, but the present situation made me much more aware of just how beautiful my sister was. I knew she was beautiful, I always did. But right now she was more than that. She was a sexy, flawless, perfect goddess, and it was an immense struggle to resist the urge to suckle at the two soft round globes that stood, ever so invitingly, upon her delicate chest. Viral Outbreak As she pulled my head into her chest, the intoxicating aroma of her skin once more engulfed me. The milky sweet fragrance of honey, lavender, and a tinge of sweat threatened to overwhelm my senses, so much so that I had already begun to nuzzle at the soft, smooth skin when I caught myself. "Sis, stop..." I muttered, my resolve growing steadily weaker. She withdrew from me, teasingly, delighting in the way that I was responding to her body. She stood up, then unzipped her jean shorts, pulling them down then kicking them away. Shit, that was it. I need to get us away from the clothes! I threw her t-shirt and bra as far away from us as I could, then stripped off my shirt and did the same. I took a deep breath, then stripped off my short pants and underwear, tossing them away before pulling my legs into my chest in my attempt to conceal my nether regions from my sister's hungry gaze. I glanced timidly up at her, almost overwhelmed by how sexy she looked as she posed, her hands on her hip, almost daring me to come closer. "Your underwear, sis. You need to get rid of it." "Ooh, you're such a bad boy," she teased. "If you want to get me out of these so badly, then you're just going to have to take them off yourself." I all but shook as she stepped, slowly and seductively, towards me, her panty covered crotch just about level with my head. "Well?" she asked, as she stood directly in front of my face. I looked up into her eyes, then gulped, as I reached shakily forward, grasping the waistband of her little white panties, and pulling them, ever so slowly down. A single thread of my sister's juices connected her to the thin cloth as it slipped slowly down her leg with the aid of my hands. I was entranced. My sister's pussy was slick with arousal, and her scent invited, no demanded me, towards her. I'm not sure if she pulled me to her, or if I leaned forward myself, but before I knew what was happening my lips were mashed into hers, a leg raised and resting over my shoulder as she passionately clutched at a fistful of hair at the back of my head. I kissed her pussy lips fervently, pausing only to run my tongue along the length of her slip, delighting in the strong taste of my sister's nectar. Pleasurable moans were emanating consistently from her throat, and the occasional 'oh god yes' when my tongue tickled the little bud of her clit in just the right way. I kept at it until she pulled my head away, unhooking her leg as she slid, pressed up against me, down my chest and abdomen to once again straddle me. Her fingertips traced the trail of moisture left from her juices down my body, until she reached beneath herself to grip my fully erect penis. She rubbed a finger across the tip a bit, bringing the finger to her lips to taste the sticky liquid that came from me in my heightened state of arousal. She moaned pleasurably as she sucked on the finger, grinding herself against the length of my shaft as she did. The sensation felt so good, I could have died happily right there and then. But it didn't stop there. She leaned forward, pulling my hungry mouth to her brown, erect nipple, and I sucked on it obligingly as she once more grasped my cock, and positioned it at the entrance of her sacred place. Slowly, she eased me into herself and I savored every moment as the warm, soft flesh enveloped me. A long, sultry, 'ooooh' slipped from her lips as she nestled me into her perfect little embrace. As I slid into her, however, a slight grimace appeared on her face and she tightened her grip in my shoulders, momentarily awakening me from my passion induced stupor. "Sis, are you ok?" She breathed heavily, then mouthed a 'yes' as she took just a moment's respite, before she began to move once again slowly, up and down the length of my cock. I placed my hands on her hips, and almost by instinct I began to thrust upwards to meet her downward thrusts. I was once again lost in the thralls of passion as she quickened her pace, her breathing now coming in quick rasps accompanied by little, sharp moans. I could tell that her orgasm was near at hand, as her moans intensified and her fingers began to dig in as she clutched at the taut muscles on my back. Then I stared into her eyes, and noticed an almost indistinct flutter. That earlier trance-like gleam was fading, and though I willed with all my heart to stop myself, my body was now on auto-pilot, with my own release in inevitability. I could see my sister returning to her senses, but she never stopped moving, and neither could I. She fingers dug into me mercilessly, and she screamed out loud as her orgasm tore through her, sending wave after wave of explosive pleasure through every nerve in her body. Unable to hold back the tides of my own release any longer, I tapped her leg twice and she withdrew from me slightly, only just allowing me to pull myself from her warm inner embrace just as rope after rope of thick white cum erupted from the head of my penis all over my sister's exposed stomach. She lay back, panting heavily, as my softening cock lay against her skin, sticky and wet from our combined love juices. As she struggled to regain her senses, she cast panicked glances between me and the milky white remnants of our lovemaking that now coated her pale white skin. The silence that lingered between us in between our short drawn breaths, was almost unbearable, but we were saved, quite thankfully, by the loud booming voice coming from a megaphone outside of our house. We cast one glance at each other, then shot out of the basement and headed upstairs. When we got there we noticed that Casey and Colin were passed out on the ground exactly where we had left them. I checked Casey, as Erin checked on Colin. "Still breathing?" I nodded. They seemed to be alright. I examined them for a moment then asked: "What were the twins wearing when we went out this afternoon?" Erin pondered for a moment then snapped her fingers: "Their matching blue Elmo t-shirts. They changed their clothes while we were upstairs!" I nodded, as I pulled off the goalie pads, revealing Casey's favorite red shirt. He'd always wear it whenever he could, even when it was dirty, and had been scolded more than once for it. Relieved that the twins were okay, we wasted no time in going up to our rooms to put on some clothes, before running outside to flag down the passing military vehicle. A tough looking woman in khakis stepped out of the van as they continued to broadcast their message to anyone who needed assistance. We told them about the unconscious twins, and they quickly called for an ambulance. From what we heard, the spores had barely affected our region, as the park where we had been walking was one of the few places out here where outbreaks were confirmed. The woman who spoke to us reassured us that the twins did not hate us, but that children tend to react very strongly even to the mildest of things, and that their actions did not reflect any significant, deep underlying feeling. I studied my sister as she listened to the woman, nodding slightly, and wondered what that meant about our own reaction to the spores. When the twins were safely in an ambulance, we were asked to remain in the house until further instructions came. The paramedics also confirmed that they were perfectly fine, and it was likely that they just needed to get some rest, but that they would have them checked up at the hospital just in case. We weren't allowed to go with them, as the hospitals were well over crowded, and our parents were already on their way to meet them there. We were ordered to dispose of any clothing we wore while out in the park, and for safe measure, we also vacuumed all of the rugs in the house, though the spores, we were told, had a very short life-span and died not too long after dispersion, causing only a temporary disturbance in the affected hosts. After we were done cleaning, Erin and I collapsed on the living room floor, leaning up against the furniture as we often did. She glanced at me tentatively, then quickly looked away as I met her gaze. I stared down at the floor, wondering how I could ever look my older sister in the eye ever again. "Erin, I-" "I'm so sorry, Jase!" I looked over at her and saw that tears were streaming down her face as she continued: "I can't believe I made you do that, I know you must hate me, but I'm so so sorry!" "I'm the one who should be apologizing, sis. You weren't yourself, you were being affected by the spores. I should have tried harder to stop you... but I didn't." She looked over at me questioningly, through tear blurred eyes. "You couldn't have stopped me Jason. I forced you, I know I did." "Really? I could have hit you, couldn't I? Knocked you out, or tried to run away." "You wouldn't hurt me like that, Jase." "So I'd let you fuck me instead? Does that make sense, sis?" I clenched my fists and pounded the ground in frustration, keeping my eyes away from my sister who I knew would have every right to hate me. She was being influenced by the spores, but me? I did what we did, fully aware of what was happening. And what made it worst was just how much I enjoyed it. That was the part that tore me up the most right now. "W-why didn't you stop me then?" Her voice wavered, uncertainly. I looked up at her, confusion in my eyes. Wasn't it obvious? No, maybe she wanted me to say it, to humiliate me and punish me, and after all maybe she deserved at least that much after what I'd done to her. I swallowed the lump in my throat, then began: "Because... because- I'm a disgusting, despicable person who would take advantage of his own sister-" Slap*. I looked up and saw a fury in my sister's eyes that even I did not expect. "Don't you dare say that! Don't even think it!" "What do you-?" "You love me, Jase. You would never take advantage of me just because. Do you think I'm stupid? You've never even looked at my body with lust in your eyes, Jason... So why? Tell me why didn't you stop me?" Tears were falling from her cheeks onto the floor where I sat as she stood above me. "I-I don't know." "Then I'll tell you why. It's because I forced you, Jason... I should have been stronger than those stupid spores... I-I'm so sorry." Her knees buckled as she wept, and she collapsed on the floor right in front of me. I crept forward and wrapped my arms around her. Then took a deep breath, as I strengthened my resolve. "I-if you stop blaming yourself, I'll tell you why..." my words came out in a barely audible mumble. She blinked at me uncertainly through tear filled eyes. "What?" "If you promise... not to blame yourself. I will. I'll tell you why." She just stared at me, confusion in her eyes, so I decided to continue anyway. I took another deep breath, my cheeks suddenly feeling quite red as I struggled to get the words out. "It's because I couldn't help myself." "Don't be stupid, I know that's not-" "No I mean it. I couldn't help myself." She glared at me, her anger from before returning. "Y-you were... perfect. You were being so flirty, and seductive-" She cringed at this mention, so I continued quickly: "But when I saw you, I just got lost with how beautiful you were. You were just... perfect, and I didn't stop you because... I didn't want to." I braced myself for another slap, but when her hand came to my face it was a soft, gentle caress. "Y-you think I'm beautiful?" I blushed, the embarrassment I felt at the admission threatening to overwhelm me, but she lifted my gaze back up to her own. "Keep going." I gulped again, as I continued: "You're not just beautiful, sis, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." "You-you mean my body?" "It's not just your body. I mean everything. Everything about you is... perfect." She looked at me doubtfully. "You've never felt that way about me before." I shook my head. She withdrew her hand from my face, and slumped back, pulling her knees into her chest. "Then it's only because I forced myself on you that you're seeing me like that." "Then I'm glad that you did." "Wha- you don't mean that!" "You were always right here, right in front of me sis. You take care of me. You mean everything to me! And I never even noticed that about you. I'm glad this happened so that I could see how beautiful and perfect you are... I just wish I didn't take advantage of you after I realized that. I'm sorry. I really am." "Y-you really mean that? That you think I'm perfect?" I nodded, my gaze squarely on the floor as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Then to my surprise, Erin leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, collapsing into me. "You didn't take advantage of me, Jase. Ok?" Tears fell down my cheeks as I shook my head. "I did, I know I did. You're just trying to protect me..." "No, I mean it, you didn't-" "I saw you... when you came to... I saw that look in your eyes. You were confused and horrified, and I could see that you hated yourself afterwards." "I was confused and horrified... because even when I was myself again... I didn't want to stop. And I hated myself because I thought that I'd hurt you, Jason." "I still hate myself." "Why?" "Because I let you start doing those things when you weren't yourself. Nothing will ever change that..." Erin looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. "Actually... I can think of one thing that might." "Huh?" "Close your eyes." "What?" "Just do it." "No. "Pleaseeee," she begged with the same wounded puppy look that I could never resist. "Okay, they're closed." "You love me, don't you Jason?" "Yeah..." "And you think I'm beautiful?" "Yes..." "How beautiful?" "Extremely," I replied impatiently, when a punch landed on my stomach. She drew in closer to me, her knees pressing into my legs. "Tell me," she whispered, in a breathy seductive tone that I now recognized. "You're a Goddess, sis. Everything about you is perfect." "Like what?" she asked, her tone now girlishly playful. "Like the way you smile when you're teasing me. The way you giggle when I tickle you." "Aww, that's sweet. But..." she took my hand in hers as she spoke, "What about these-? Nuh-uh, no peeking, cheater!" My eyes almost fluttered open as my hands, guided by hers, were pressed into soft pieces of flesh that I was certain could not possibly be what I thought it was, however I quickly shut my eyes again as she chastised me for the slip. "Well... do you like these as well?" "Yes..." "Tell me," she whispered into my ear with that same, breathy tone that reeked of desire. "I love the way they feel in my hands, soft, supple, just perfect." "Tell me more." "When I took off your shirt sis, and you pressed them into my face I wanted to suck on them so badly." "Uh huh?" "I still remember how you smelled. That milky sweet scent of honey and lavender, with just a little tinge of sweat." "Oooh, does that turn my baby brother on?" "Mhm." "Do you wanna taste me, and see if I taste the way I smell?" I nodded hypnotically in response, as she leaned into me and pressed my face into her bosom. I nuzzled the soft flesh affectionately, and as I eased her perky nipple into my mouth a soft moaned escaped her lips. "You know what, baby brother? I'm giving my body to you right now, and I'm completely myself." "You're not forcing yourself, are you Erin?" "Silly! Do I sound like if I am?" I shook my head. "Then make me feel beautiful, Jase." I opened my eyes and looked up, meeting her gaze. She held my gaze for a bit, then blushed, looking away. "A naked girl is in front of you, Jase. I don't think you're supposed to be just staring into her eyes." "I don't just want your body, sis. I want you. All of you." Erin blushed again as I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met tenderly first, then with greater urgency as our desires began to unfurl. Erin wrapped her hands around my neck as her tongue slipped teasingly into my mouth, and our tongues began to dance fervently as my hands continued to explore the beautiful contours of my sister's perfect body. I traced long, deliberate lines with my fingertips along her sides and back, and she squirmed pleasurably against my body, breaking our kiss only to tear off my remaining clothes. She kissed me now with passionate intensity, breaking away from my lips only to run deep, sucking kisses along my neck and chest. As she made her way back up to my lips, I lifted her up and onto my hips, taking one of her soft, supple breasts into my mouth as she pressed my face into her chest. I sucked on it hungrily, pausing only to run my tongue in quick circles around the teat, then flicking her nipple with my tongue before devouring it into my mouth again. "Oh god! What're you doing to me, Jase?" She reached down for my erect cock and began stroking it, guiding me once more to her glistening, aroused entrance. She looked deeply into my eyes as she took me into herself once more, slowly burying my cock until it disappeared entirely deep inside her body. "Tell me how much you love me, Jase." "I love you sis. I could spend all day just enjoying the feel of every inch of your body, every day for the rest of my life." She purred contentedly as she began to move slowly, up and down the length of my shaft. "More..." "I want to taste every inch of your skin, and drink in your intoxicating scent." "Mmm." "And I always want to make you purr like my own, personal sex crazed little kitten." "Meow," she whispered into my ear, as she nibbled on my earlobe before continuing: "But save the poetry for later Jason, right now I want you to fuck me." I lifted her up and rested her down on her back, intensifying the pace of our movements. A steady stream of moans began to come from her, and she rocked her hips in perfect rhythm with my deep, firm thrusts. "Fuck me harder, baby bro," she managed, in between her moans. I held her hands down over her head as I pounded into her, and her moans once more became more erratic and urgent as her orgasm approached. I kept that pace steadily until I felt that she was on the edge, then I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Cum for me, sis," as I began to fuck her as hard and fast as I could. She screamed out loud, then bit down hard on my shoulder as she came, and her insides clamped down my cock tightly as the orgasm rocked her body. I slowed my pace, and kept moving slowly and sensually in and out of her as her orgasm continued to wash over her. She held onto me tightly, her body still giving off little shudders as her orgasm subsided. I remained inside of her though I had stopped moving, and she sighed contentedly as she recovered from the overwhelming intensity of her orgasm. She giggled as I slipped out of her, then curled up next to me. "I love you so much Jase." "I love you too sis." "You didn't get to cum with me this time," she pouted slightly as she rested on her hands, on top of my chest." "You remember the first time?" "I'll never forget it! You know when you came all over me I almost had another orgasm." As she spoke, her hand wandered down to my slightly softening cock, where she began to flick her finger across the tip. "I love the way you taste, Jase." "Wha-when did you-?" She gave me a naughty smile. Viral Outbreak "When I went upstairs to get dressed." "So much for horrified and confused, huh?" I teased her playfully. "Well? Tell me!" She blushed as she continued to toy with my penis, running her fingers along the length of my shaft. "It's nothing- when I went up to change I saw myself in the mirror, covered in your cum... and before I knew it, I had this stupid smile on my face. I kinda knew since then that I wanted to make you cum hard all over me like that again." I stroked her head affectionately, and she planted a soft, deliberate kiss onto my chest. She began to run her fingers affectionately across my body, as she kissed her way down my chest, to my stomach, until she came at last to the object of her fixation. As she leaned in towards my stirring part, she looked up into my eyes and shot me a cute smile as she planted a kiss on the head of my cock. The playful cute look she wore as she did something so inherently dirty, almost threw me over the edge. I could tell that she was delighting in the way that she was driving me crazy. She wasted little time teasing me, however, as the tip of my cock was soon enveloped by her, perfect beautiful lips. She teased a line along the base of my cock as she worked me into her lips, massaging my testicles as she worked me dangerously close to an orgasm. "I'm getting close, sis," I whispered, and she quickened the pace of her sucking in response. "Are you going to come all over your dirty, slutty older sister, baby bro?" she asked, in that tantalizingly cute, girlish voice. "Yes," my voice almost came out in a whisper as she pushed me over the edge. My vision blurred and I thought I would pass out for sure as I came, shooting thick ropes of white semen all over my older sister. Erin aimed my cock at her chest as she continued to work my length with her hands, then took me back into her mouth to suck what was left of my seed. She moaned delightedly as she sucked me, tenderly, through to the end of my orgasm. Still looking into my eyes, she scooped up a bit of my cum from her chest, and brought it her lips, letting out a satisfied moan as she licked it clean. "I'd never have guessed that my little brother would have been the one to turn me into an insatiable cum slut." She crawled up to me, and I pulled her tightly into a loving embrace. "Tell me you'll love me like this forever, Jase." "Forever and then some, I added. I love you sis." She nuzzled my neck affectionately as we cuddled, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.