Bill Jansen was a normal man before the accident. He had not gotten to the stage in life where he was settled down and married, but if the accident in the lab had not happened he would have gotten there eventually. Now at 41 he desperately longed for a family of his own, and he knew time was running out.
Bill was a bio-engineer. When he was in his first live genetics laboratory, another student mixed the wrong chemicals and started a fire. This was in the beginning of the genetic engineering field, and the dangers were many at the time. During the fire his positive pressure suit was ruptured and he was exposed to the now vaporized experiment. Unfortunately not all lab accidents result in superheroes and this accident had the devastating effect of rendering him impotent and infertile, to the point of turning his entire libido off on a genetic level. Not only couldn't he have children, he had lost his sex drive. The torture began as soon as he realized that his innate need to reproduce was not gone, and even intensified.
Thus began Bill's life long mission to bring back his sex drive, and the hormones responsible for producing the sperm he would need to father children. Bill studied hard, and stuck with genetic engineering in the hopes that one day it would be possible. It was 2016 now and he was employed at a start-up bio-tech company. Not only was he able to live well on his large salary, he was privy to all the latest technologies, even though his primary work was with insects.
Over the years this field had gotten easier, and access to a proper lab helped a lot too, except only the work that was commissioned was allowed to be carried out. Bill had personal needs he had to take care of and he had been hard pressed to be able to set up a full lab at home. Thankfully with a new invention Bill's life dream was given a chance. With the CRISPR method now in use, the tools, and even the lab itself was cheap enough to have a basement setup where he could work at home. Having no wife or kids allowed him complete freedom to do as he wished unsupervised. Not a soul knew of his plans.
Bill arrived home to see the neighborhood kids playing in the snow in their front yards. He smiled at them while their very presence stabbed at his heart. He should have his own kids playing on his front lawn. Two boys and a boyish looking girl, all about 14, threw snowballs at each other as they laughed and dodged the projectiles. It was the first October snowfall and when the bitter cold arrived he would be spared the agony of children's laughter for a while.
Even though he had many experiments fail completely, Bill never gave up. An old poster of Edison with “I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.” was taped to the wall in his home laboratory. This day, Bill came home to find his latest test subjects dead. “Dammit, why wont this work?” Bill yelled at the dead rats. The rats were in separate cages, a male on one side and a female on the other. He shook the cage, their lifeless bodies, hard from rigor mortis.
That day had been a breakthrough, only Bill did not know it then. He began to think about why his treatment was killing the mice. Perhaps because the RNA markers he was targeting were all wrong. Perhaps he needed to mix them up with some other species who were better at breeding than humans.
He could solve his other problem as well, finding a woman to have children with. He could alter her and she would be driven to breed with him. His alpha gene would make sure of it. This led his research to new plateaus and by the end of March he was testing a new batch of his designer virus on the rats. After obtaining DNA from a few prodigious breeders and paring them down to exactly what he thought would trigger his own repair, he also tailored a cocktail for a women as well. Once he was fertile he would need to be able to make sure she was able, and she may need help being convinced. Bill had ignored some protocols in his home lab, since he was the only one exposed to the dangers. He argued with himself that he needed to take shortcuts to make up for not having a team behind him. Of course it was a one sided argument. He had a low level containment enclosure so as not to inoculate himself before it was time, but that was about all.
After setting his new cocktail of retro-viruses in his sprayer, Bill sprayed his subjects and sat back to watch for a few minutes. It would take at least a day to do anything but make them sneeze, so that being done the rats were left to their own devices. After putting the remaining liquid virus back in its test tube, the rack was placed in the small bar fridge that served as his lab fridge.
A week had passed, and every day Bill had rushed home to see if any new results had taken place. There had been signs that something was happening because they were still alive and had even continued eating, it was a new milestone for Bill. In his haste he had not changed his shirt that had been splashed by the pool of mosquito larvae in his work lab. By all accounts he was to put this in the incinerator at work and wear a replacement but no one had seen it happen. Any more time spent at work would impact his real experiment and he was so close. What he never considered was that the retro-virus was targeted at RNA specific to humans, and his rat experiments would never work. It was a miscalculation that would go unnoticed.
Bill was working on a new kind of mosquito that was specifically made to carry a retro-virus to produce wide spread inoculation of wild animals to prevent disease. It was a top secret project the company was working on and Bill Jansen was the key to its success. He had come up with the strain of super effective and fast breeding mosquitoes. Due to his specialized breeding techniques they were fast breeders and could use very small pools of water, even puddles on the road would do.
Once the retro-viruses that their other lab was creating were complete, they could completely wipe out Lyme disease among thousands of other infections by making animals immune to its effects. Bill had applied to be part of that team many times, but his record had shown a breach in protocols, and his advancement had been halted where he was now. The delivery program had kept him close to where the action was and he was able to stay on top of the breakthroughs, which enabled his work at home. As of yet no laws had been put in place preventing GMO insects from being tested or even released. So it was deemed safe to have someone who had had multiple breaches in his history without any real liability on the companies part. Bill was quite good at it after all, even if he did skip safety meetings once in a while.
It was Friday, and the normally cold March had ignored weather history and it rained, hard. The snow in the city that had piled up over the winter melted and there were low lying roads being washed out all over the place. It took Bill a full hour longer to get home. When he got there he almost wept.
Water was falling from the sky at an incredible speed. The driving winds were attempting to flip Bills car over where he parked it. That 200 year old oak that looked so majestic during the summers and falls was now firmly embedded on his roof. Bill could think of nothing but his experiments. It was his life work. He knew he was close, he had to get in there and salvage what he could.
Running from his car he pushed past the door, it lay open as a thick branch had ripped it halfway off its hinge. It was dark inside but Bill found his way to the basement door. The lights were out, and he couldn't see the lock. Fumbling in his jacket pocket he pulled out his phone to use as a flashlight. The lock on the door had seemed like a good idea at the time. Finding the right key he opened the door and ran down the steps. Half way down he hit the water. His basement was half flooded. No one heard the man screaming at the top of his lungs over the driving rain.
Bill knew swimming would be very dangerous, but then he spotted the empty cages floating in the water. His precious rats were still alive and clinging to the outside of the floating cage. If all was well his data should survive the water, having switched to solid state drives last year, and the computer could be replaced. The virus could be duplicated if it worked. He needed to save the rats and get the data drive. Bill used his phone's flashlight to check where they were one last time. It was cold but it wouldn't take long. With the water rising at this rate he had little time to think. Just as he dove into the water the main breaker box was submerged.
It had been the worst series of flooding the city had ever seen before spring had officially arrived. There were numerous casualties, with the official count at 5. Three were from auto accidents, but there were two drownings as well. One in the overflowing creek and the other in a house basement. One of those cases in particular was Bill Jansen. He didn't get much news coverage, only a short blurb that a man had drowned trying to save his pet rats. Rumors flew around that he was a mad scientist and was running illegal experiments in his basement, according to the gossip that leaked from the police investigation. His body had been discovered when he hadn't shown up at work Monday morning. Divers had to be sent into the fully submerged cold and dark basement to recover Bills body. The coroner had concluded that he had been electrocuted. No foul play was suggested. The police had closed his file and had assigned an officer to track down his next of kin.
As a result of Bill not having any family immediately forthcoming, the city ordinance was very slow to move on the subject of demolishing the house. It was a single detached home, and posed no danger to the other houses. His estate was still on hold due to the slow progress of contacting family, so the city had only come to remove the tree that had fallen and boarded up the house. No attempt to empty or even drain the house was thought of, as whoever claimed his estate would need to go through his home insurance for any work other than ensuring public safety.
The story of the man who died trying to save his pet rats had become a fast legend in the little community, he quickly became knows as 'ratman', and in no time the more superstitious of the local residents claimed the house must be haunted now.
Chapter 1
It was mid June. The humid air stuck to the skin with nowhere the moisture to go, while the heat baked the people of Salt Springs slowly. A particular neighborhood was quiet for midday. The morning had been filled with the pleasant sounds of young children playing as moms dutifully watched their young push their plastic cars around and frolic in the grass. Now the only sound was air conditioners buzzing along with the crickets. The street would have been idyllic, except for the Jansen house.
The man who had died in the house had been carried away, waiting for someone to claim him in a freezer somewhere, but the fractured and soggy hull of his house had remained. There were signs of extreme rot even from the outside, and many complaints had been lodged with the city by the residents of the street. Even with black mold creeping out around the windows on the outside they had claimed their hands were tied for at least 6 months, as they had to give reasonable time for his family to claim his property. The residents were furious.
Add to that there were rumors that he was some sort of mad scientist, and had died trying to save some evil experiment from a flood in his basement, after the tree had hit his house. The parents were furious that the city would let the house stay as it was. On more than one occasion someone had claimed that the house was infested with rats, and who knew what kind of disease they carried.
With the small children having nap time the normally busy street was deserted because the teens and tweens were huddled in the garage of Brad Ports. A very serious meeting was taking place.
“Ok, so who's up for it?” Brad asked the group of bewildered teens. They ranged from 10 to 17, both boys and girls. There were 11 of them including their supposed leader. On the table in the middle of their circle was a crow bar and a hammer.
Brad was an average overweight 14 year old kid. He was not very good at much, except picking on the smaller kids. Somehow he had become the de-facto leader of the street youths. He thought he might have a chance with one of the older girls but they just thought he was annoying. Really the only reason any of them put up with his shit was because he had free run of his house most of the time. If they got together here the other parents would never hear what was discussed. His parents both worked long hours and he was left to fend for himself most of the time.
“No way, that place is haunted or something” Jimmy Rand spoke up. He was the youngest of the bunch, having just turned 10. Jimmy was short and thin, even for a boy. From what people could see he was obviously waiting for puberty to come knocking but he was actually coming along at a normal pace. His muscles were non-existent still, though, and he was naturally just shorter than the rest of the boys.
“Yeah right, like 'ratman's' ghost is going to come and lock you all in his cages, brahahahaha” Brad cackled into the young startled boy's face. Everyone laughed except for Tina, who had a special hate on for Brad recently. She always thought he was a bully and was more talk then action. They were the same age but she knew she had way more balls than Brad ever would. Brad had set her up to get caught at the beginning of the summer doing something she should have known better about. Since then she harassed him at every opportunity.
Tina Purdue was 14, and full of piss and vinegar. She had been raised to be tough, and even though softer features of swelling breasts had made their appearance she had paid no mind to them. She wore pants or shorts which hid her flared out hips, and mostly t-shirts with a halter underneath so she could run without her newly formed orange sized chest bouncing around. Her mom had told her she needed a sports bra at least, but Tina wanted to delay the whole “bra shopping” experience as long as possible. Tina's deep red hair however, was long, and usually in a ponytail sticking out of a baseball cap. While she was the picture of a tomboy, her delicate facial features betrayed her. One look and anyone who knew beauty knew she was going to be stunning, once she shed her need to dress like a boy. The light band of freckles across her nose and her soft smile usually melted any boy who liked girls right in place. The only time she was ever on display as a girl however, was at the local community pool. She had been the object of many personal massage sessions for the boys and even a few of the men. Her long legs, pert breasts, pale skin and red hair was the stuff of legend at the community center, unbeknownst to her.
“Hey Brad, why don't you do it if it's no big deal? Your sending someone else because you're going to pussy out again?” Tina spat at him. Brad drilled his arch nemesis with his eyes. “Shut up dyke, I couldn't make it last time. You know that.” Brad shot back. Tina had heard it all before. At first the name calling had gotten to her, but she realized that Brad was just afraid of being shown up, which she did at every opportunity now. In reality she loved the attention she got from the rest of the group every time she put Brad in his place. They looked up to her and counted on her to keep Brad from being too much of a bully. Slowly she was taking over control of their little tribe.
She knew the day would come when she would want to be more of a girl, but even puberty hadn't stopped her from being rough and aggressive. Jake, Tina's younger brother by a year, was in awe of her and followed her around like a lost puppy. She had been the one to teach him how to catch and skin rabbits in the woods when their family went camping, with her father watching proudly. In Jake's eyes she was the coolest person he knew, and she even had boobs. For him there could be no better combination. Ever since he figured out what his penis was actually for his mind was in overdrive. Jake was the only one of these boys to ever see her undressed. He had spilled many ounces of sperm with that image in mind, even though he knew it was wrong to think about his sister that way. He did have the advantage of having a shared bathroom and a hot sister that forgets to lock doors after all.
Brad's parents were not home and as such did not hear the argument that ensued over their deliberations. What had started out as a fun covert planning operation by the group of kids turned into Brad picking on the smaller kids, even making Sally Fuller cry. Sally was 15 but very slight. She hadn't filled out as much as Tina yet, and was stuck at an A cup. At 5'5” she was not the shortest of the bunch, but she was thin and waifish. The short blond hair, sweet innocent face and total lack of a figure added to the illusion that she was far younger than her actual age.
Brad had thrown Sally the hammer and she dropped it in surprise, to which Brad made fun of her for not being able to lift it. Only a few of the kids were laughing when Tina picked it up and made to use it on Brad's head. It would not have been the first time she had hit him. While he was slightly bigger than her he was fatter and slower. As many bullies are, he was unsure what to do when confronted. Tina was held back by Tom Lancer, who was the oldest, but meek by comparison. Last year she had broken Brad's nose when he pushed her little brother around and he had scraped himself. Brad never did tell his parents “which boy” had done it to him. Tom didn't want her getting in trouble.
Tom Lancer was 17, and served as the voice of reason for the group. He was always cautious, and had gotten them out of many misadventures before without getting into too much trouble. He was by far the tallest, and probably the strongest of the group. Tina always thought of him as an amazing friend, and he was always cool tempered, which helped her simmer down when she got overheated. Even though he was physically stronger than everyone, he was always the last person to use it.
Tom held Tina's hand back from hitting Brad over the head, and just looked at her for a second. She struggled and Tom shook his head at her. Brad had cowered on the floor at this point and was shielding himself from the potential blow. The meeting was called to an end when Tina handed the hammer to her brother, and snatched up the crow bar. “Come on guys, this loser thinks he's so tough but really he's a baby. Let's go. I'll show you how a real man does things, Brad better take some notes or something.” With that Tina stormed out the side door, and walked through the yards to the Jansen house. The plan had been to get in the window, but people would notice the ladder. Instead they made for the back door. The porch was still intact and the only people that could see in the backyard were at work or sneaking into it.
Without any hesitation Tina walked up to the plywood covered doorway. Using the pry bar she loosened the wood panel, and Jake began to help her once it got started. It took a while, and the rest of the group stood back a bit, waiting as the nails popped one at a time. Brad was nowhere in sight.
Once the panel was pried off enough to see the wood and glass door, Tina tried the handle. “Shit, it's locked guys, where's the flashlight?” A torch was passed up to her and she peered into the abandoned house. The blackness persisted, and it seemed like the whole house had turned black inside almost like it was fuzzy and moving at the same time. In the back of her mind Tina had thought just for a second it did look haunted. Just then she saw something white move in the darkness, just for an instant. Then it was gone. A chill ran down her spine and she wanted to turn and run.
Any second thoughts were crushed when Brad came around the corner. If she gave up now he would use it against her. “Here, Jake, Jimmy, pull this wood back.” With help Tina swung the plywood out as far as it would go, bending the nails on its last attached side. They would need new nails to close it up again. Then without warning Tina smashed the glass on the old wood door, hoping no one else heard it. Reaching in she unlocked the handle. “Oww, something bit me!” Tina withdrew her hand and scratched, crushing the large black mosquito and smearing the blood it had in its stomach on her. She wiped off most of it on her shirt and instinctively sucked the stinging wound clean. A single mosquito crawled out of the small broken pane and flew into the air.
“This is how it's done Brad, I see you came to take some pointers.” She turned the handle. The door was sealed from being closed for so long, but a little pressure and it ripped the seal with a loud, almost wet, zipper sound. Light began streaming into the darkness, but it still did not penetrate the deep black of the house. It was as if the air itself was black liquid. Tina had looked back at the small crowd to see their reactions, something she always reveled in. She let go of the door handle as their shocked faces contorted in every way imaginable. Even Tom, who was always as cool as could be, looked horrified. The thud of the hammer on the deck was the only sound apart from a thrumming coming from the house, not even a bird chirped for half a second.
In that split second her mind registered that something was very wrong. The next thing she knew was her hand was grabbed by someone and she was ripped away from her perch. The crowbar hit the ground as it was dropped and joined the hammer. Tina didn't even get to look inside the house. Then they were running.
They ran, and ran. The other girls screamed, and Tina tried to look back as she was dragged by her brother who refused to let go. Brad was the last to make it into his own garage, and Jimmy slammed the man door shut as he ran past the threshold. The skinny boy didn't look like it, but he could run like the wind. Brad was slapping at his skin, having been bitten by a few of the nipping bugs. They were all out of breath from the sudden sprint and it took a few minutes for them to catch it.
“What....What happened?” Tina asked when she could talk as she tried to pry her brothers death grip on her hand off.
The Jansen house had been sealed shut in the winter. Say what you will of city work crews, but they did a bang up job of sealing the house. Most of the water had frozen again after the flash thaw. By mid June the water had melted again and the perfectly preserved mosquito larvae from Bill's shirt had begun to spawn in the perfectly stagnant water. At the same time, the rats that had escaped had multiplied at an exponential rate. There had been enough food to sustain them long enough to survive winter and when the thaw had happened they had just made the house their home base. In the darkness the rats and mosquitoes had fed on each other.
When Tina had pried the seal open on that door, a giant cloud of mosquitoes that did indeed fill the airspace of the house had been released. Now with direct access to the outside world, they poured out of the house. A giant solid black cloud rolled over itself as if possessed, looking very much like the ghost of the dead rat man to the kids, as the cloud rose up it dispersed and vanished.
With their home's darkness gone, the rats also found it compelling to take their leave of the house. Hundreds of rats streamed out of what was once a back door to the kitchen. No one was there to see these creatures disperse into the natural world however. No one could even guess what had just been released.
The work crews had been working quickly. Once the news that the house had been breached by the local kids the city finally capitulated and sent an emergency crew in to demolish it. The bill for which would be sent to its previous owner's family once they were found. The house inspection had released more clouds of mosquitoes. In an effort to protect the workers who complained of sever bites, hazmat suits were provided. The water was treated with larvicide to get rid of the black hoards. It took a full day but the house was at least knocked down, which sent many more rats scurrying away. Next week the rubble would be carted away and the foundation would be filled in. All that would be left would be a muddy scorch mark on the otherwise overgrown patch of grass. The first container to be filled with debris had just been delivered by sundown Saturday.
This was not the only change to be going on on the street this week. All the kids had been grounded by their parents except for Brad. Jake and Tina were bound to their rooms except for meals for three days with only a supply of books to keep them company. After the incident at the beginning of the summer they had just made strike two.
Aaron, their father, was a mildly conservative man. He had been lucky that both of his children were not very much interested in the more taboo acts that today's children were engaged in. Even if they still did get into trouble from time to time like 'normal' kids. While many conservative fathers would be worried about their daughter dressing and acting like a boy, he was secretly happy because it meant that the chances of her coming home and telling her parents she was pregnant were slim to none. Aaron did have a hidden wild side though, however this was held strictly in secret from the children and everyone else except his wife Janet. Aaron was not a small man, and while he had gained some bulk over the years he was still very much active and healthy for his 41 years. At 5'11” he was taller than most, and was not lacking any other way either.
Janet was what most considered a classic beauty. Her fair complexion had not waned over the years and even at this later stage in life she could still turn heads if she chose to. Janet was not stacked by any means. She had filled out over the years evenly though, and had a body that was in just the right proportions. Her breasts were held up by her bra, defying what gravity had done to her 'just a C' chest. Her ass was a perfect compliment to her upper assets, and had stayed hard because she never stopped moving. Janet's best feature was her young looking face, which even at her advanced age of 38 still fooled most who did not know her into making them think she was in her early 20's. It was a compliment when she had her children with her, and people gave her dirty looks thinking she had been a mother in her early teens.
Chapter 2
Tina couldn't explain what was going on. She had felt urges before, just like any other normally developing girl her age, but they were never to the point of her losing control of it. Now the only thing Tina could think of was boys, and more specifically their cocks. Two days after she had threatened to crush Brad's skull in to prove how tough she was, when that memory came up her mind just twisted that into imagining the pimple-faced boy pumping her full of his cum and planting a baby in her womb. It wasn't just him, it was any male she knew of. She had never even so much as touched herself in any way pleasing before today, and now she was hornier than she could stand.
Janet Purdue was actually worried about her daughter. The sudden fever was high and the air conditioned house was still too hot for her oldest daughter, although kids did have these things and it wasn't high enough to warrant a trip to the doctor's just yet. If it persisted for another day she would be making a trip to the hospital. Janet was concerned about her daughter's insistence that covers or even clothes were too much to bear.
As it was, Tina lay sprawled out naked on her bed, writhing in what she saw as agony while fans blew cool air across her sensitive skin. For Tina it was a mind blowing experience. Then her hand found first her clit, then her virgin hole. The fever, mixed with the ultra erotic sensations of the cool wind stimulating her drove her to madness, and while Janet was shocked at first to find her daughter frantically masturbating it was even more disturbing when their eyes met. Tina never missed a beat, and Janet saw the desperation in her daughter's eyes. Knowing fevers often brought strange things to light Janet simply let her do what she wanted and only came in to make sure she was safe otherwise. The lust and desperation in her Tina's told her mother no amount of chastising would make her stop. Janet had no idea that in her delirious state a new person was being written before her eyes.
Just knowing there were two perfectly good cocks that could do the job in her own house sent Tina into orgasmic convulsions. In her fever-addled mind the thought they were her brother and father never even registered. Tina had felt fine the day of rat man's house incident, but today she was holed up in her room with what her mom told her was just a fever. She did however have this feeling of uneasiness though. While her mind fantasized about a hot pulsing flesh rod spraying its future children into her, she knew she wasn't ready yet. The idea of it was amazing, but she would be violent towards any man who tried at this point. That particular wire wasn't connected just yet.
Jake and Aaron were told to stay out of Tina's room and to just leave her for Janet to take care of. She never did specify why, although she did tell Aaron that his daughter was in a very compromising state, and explained the necessity to forgo clothing or covers. He was of course very accommodating but worried as well. Had he known that his innocent and seemingly sexless daughter had spent the past day making herself cum over and over again with her hands he would have lost it. Janet didn't think he could handle that just yet, since he was the one who liked having a tomboy for a daughter. Jake on the other hand could hear his rough and tumble sister screaming out over and over again, and he was now convinced it wasn't because she was in pain.
It was well into late morning when Janet took Tina's temperature and was relieved to see that her fever had broken. “There honey, your fever is broken, you'll be back to normal soon,” her mother cooed to her. “Let's get you dressed and we can go get something to eat.” Janet's hand brushed over her daughter's shoulder, the thick matted red hair slid to her back and Tina shook like she was having a mini orgasm. “Oh mom, I need to...I'm ready...” She trailed off, looking out the window.
A quick touch to the bed confirmed that the mattress could very well be garbage after today. It was soaked right through. Janet hugged her daughter, even though she stank of stale and fresh female sex. Feeling relieved, Janet hugged her daughter. “Shhh, that's ok baby. Just relax. You're not ready for anything but a bath and some chicken soup.” The normally imperceptible scent invaded Janet's lungs as she held her sweaty and sticky daughter. Janet had never been attracted to women, but something about the scent of her daughter's sex had an effect on her. She had noticed it before but pushed it out of her mind. Now with such close contact Janet's own hormones were sent into over drive. Tina hadn't been out of bed for more than bathroom breaks for a day. She was matted with sweat and girl cum. “Let's get you in the bath, get you cleaned up and get some food in you” Janet said sweetly in her ear, eliciting a moan from Tina as her mother's warm breath caressed her earlobe.
To say Janet was distracted would be an understatement. Her level of desire had been ratcheting up quickly since she went to take her daughter's temperature this time. Somehow she knew she needed to get away from her. Janet quickly started the tub filling and excused herself. Being so distracted she had forgotten to lock the door to Jake's room. At this point Tina didn't care either way as it wasn't even a thought. All she knew was that she needed something new in her pussy. Something that would satisfy her new itch. “Just clean up and get dressed, I'll go make lunch and when your done you can rest some more. I'll have to get some plastic sheets for your bed, you can just use towels to lay on for now.” Janet stroked her exhausted but wild eyed daughter one last time before darting out of the bathroom. In truth the look scared the living daylights out of Janet. She had never seen someone with such a look of need in their eyes before. It was as if her daughter was a drug addict or something.
Jake was worried about his sister. She had never acted like this before, and while he was turned on by all the noises coming through her door it was totally out of character. When he heard the taps start, and finally the door close he thought things may be getting better. A knock on his door alerted him and he ran to open it. His mother looked a bit flustered and for a second he thought she checked him out. “Hey little man, your sister's fever broke, she is going to be fine. We will be having lunch in an hour. You're still grounded, so don't get excited.” Jake saw a quick flash of his mother looking at his crotch. “When your sister is done with her bath you two can come downstairs.” Janet gave her son a full on hug, which was not something she normally did, even more so when he was being punished. “Ok mom.” Jake just watched stunned as his mother practically sashayed away, swinging her ass as she went. In all his years she had never acted quite so sexually, even to the point it seemed she was enticing him.
Jake had never really looked at his mom like that before, but he thought that for a second if she wasn't his mother, she would be pretty hot. She had smelled fantastic, but it left with her and only momentarily affected his eyes.
Being grounded was like torture for most of the kids, but if anything it delayed the inevitable. Keeping them locked inside kept the mosquitoes away from them. It wasn't bad during the heat of the day, but at dusk and through the night the rabid pests began foraging on all the blood they could handle. They had spread out in every direction as they were designed to do, and in a few days had laid eggs in every drop of standing water in the whole town, mixing with the normal population had effectively bred out their natural counterparts. In a week there would be no trace of the naturally occurring mosquitoes.
A long moan distracted Jake and he turned towards the bathroom door. Forgetting to close his bedroom door he took two strides and pressed his ear to the hollow wooden gateway to his bathing sister. “Oh, MMMmhhmm.” The deep groan reverberated on the wood against his ear. Not thinking clearly at all, Jake turned the handle to the door and stepped in like he didn't know she was in there as he had done many times before.
Jake's eyes bulged out and he stopped dead in his tracks. He had seen his sister showering before, and even sometimes taking a bath on one of his 'accidental' trips into the bathroom, but he had never walked in while she was masturbating. Normally Tina would cover up any exposed flesh and hiss at him to knock first but this time Tina had a funny look on her face as she spotted him. She was soaked from having started to wash herself, and now the tomboy was a teen boy's dream, dripping wet. She had half her hand being driven in and out of her red swollen cunt as she sat with her pelvis just above the lip of the tub against the wall, her heaving chest undulating with each breath. The room was filled with the hot steam of the bath water mixed with her sweat and sex, rolling over Jake as it sought cooler air in his room. Jake stumbled backwards, closing the door in the process. Tina never even blinked, just looking straight at him with lust in her eyes and kept trying to make herself cum.
Jake could feel his underwear get tighter. He didn't need to look down to see he was rock hard. He was only 13, so it wasn't huge, but for his frame it was big enough. While Tina's scent had merely turned her mother's own sex drive on, it drove Jake wild with the need to plant his seed in his older sister. Without thinking Jake began stripping his shorts off. By the time he reached the tub he was naked and his hard cock had caught his sister's eyes. She locked onto it and as Jake got into the tub she spread her legs as wide as she could.
There were no words, no foreplay, just mating. Jake's eyes never met his sister's, being locked on his prize as they were. He watched as she spread the lips of her virgin hole and he aimed, plunging in as deep as he could go. Jake ran on pure lust and instinct as he ripped through her over and over again. He was small enough that she wouldn't have been worried had this been a boy of her choosing in from a normal teenage pairing. Of course the drive to have boy cum planted in her pussy overrode the fact that this was actually her little brother attempting to do just that. Tina started chanting “make me a baby, please, make me a mommy” among other things. Loud enough for someone in their rooms to hear over the sloshing water even.
For Jake the urge to fuck and sperm his sister was not negotiable. His entire rational brain was shut down, and only the most basic functions were working now. Jake had been a virgin, and had never even kissed a girl before. As the rush of hormones his brain was now producing in copious quantities flooded his system, his prostate became hyper sensitive, and after only a few minutes of pumping his now-experienced cock into his sister' tight hole, he began shooting.
Tina could feel it, as her brother tensed up and held in place, screwing up his face. “Oh Jake, cum in me, give me your baby,” she yelled out as loud as her dry throat could bear. Tina began convulsing as she felt her first ever dose of baby cream paint her cervix. Jake's eyes rolled back into his head as his prostate extracted and dumped a torrent of his DNA into his older sister.
The two lovers lay still for a moment, not hearing Aaron calling upstairs asking if everything was OK. As the most intense orgasm Jake had ever had began to fade, his senses started to come back. With his release he regained his cognitive abilities and looked down at his flushed naked sister underneath him pinned to the showers wall.. Her breasts were inches from his face as he looked into her eyes. “Thank you,” was all she could muster in the wispiest voice he had ever heard a girl use in real life. He was still hard as a rock, and was both amazed and confused as to why his cock was in his sister. He didn't dare move, lest she panic and freak out. “Did I just...rape you?” Jake asked in total shock. He had no memory of how he ended up in between her legs, the last thing he remembered was walking into the bathroom. She locked eyes with him. “Mmmm, you just gave me your baby, thank you so much.” Tina began to move her hips again and Jake snapped out of it. Just as he was pulling out the door burst open.
Aaron had definitely heard someone screaming, and when he got no response he got a little worried. After Janet's odd behavior, trying to get him to fuck her while she put lunch together, and now screaming coming from upstairs, he had to see what was going on. He had hoped for a quiet Saturday, but even with the kids grounded to their rooms he could get no rest. Bounding up the stairs he noticed Jake's door wide open. Upon inspection Jake was nowhere to be found. Thinking that Tina was in her room, and perhaps too sick to help Jake if he had slipped or something, Aaron burst into the bathroom expecting to find a child in distress. What he found was his 13 year old son pulling his spent cock out of his 14 year old daughter.
Aaron had no idea what to think. The wave of air hit him as the heat fled the room disorienting him. Luckily Jake's mind was fully operational again and he shrieked. That snapped Aaron out of his dazed mind long enough and he immediately he backed out of the room, unsure what to do.
With the kids out of eyesight he ran through his mind on what his contingency plan was for this. He had always tried to be prepared, but this was one thing he had never thought of. “Fuck” was all he could think of. He couldn't just stand there while his son pricked his daughter's vagina either though. He advanced through the doorway again in time to see the two disengage at their crotches, and the distinct white ooze coming out of his virgin daughter's swollen hole told him everything he needed to know. He had arrived too late.
Tina was in heaven. The euphoria of having warm cum filling her cunt left her in a state of bliss. She looked up as Jake climbed out of the tub to see her father staring at her sex. Their eyes met and she smiled and spread her legs even more. Jake tried to slip past his dad but Aaron gripped his arm. “We're going to talk later. Get dressed, lunch is almost ready,” he said in the most authoritative voice he could muster. The moisture carried the pheromones his lusty daughter was emitting and it was already too late for him . Never taking his eyes off of his freshly fucked daughter, he released his son. Jake said nothing as he continued on, throwing on a new pair of loose shorts, not even bothering with underwear. He grabbed a shirt and headed for the hallway. Trying to get as far away from his dad as possible.
In the bathroom Aaron just kept looking at his daughter. He was hard as stone. The pheromones she was making would not allow him to be soft, but it wasn't until he went to her and tried to help her get up that the full effect of her scent really grabbed him. Tina's father – in the paternal sense – ceased to exist the moment his skin made contact with hers. His eyes instantly changed as he touched her soft skin, she was no longer his boyish daughter, she was a fertile female who needed to be fed his seed.
The glaze over his eyes didn't even register with Tina as her very own father picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She was still in a hyper state of arousal and bliss from her last orgasm. Making his way to her room, he threw her on the bed face-down, bent over the mattress, not even aware that there was a door that he could close. A small trail of cum drops from her freshly fucked pussy led to the bed where she had spent the better part of twelve hours masturbating. The smell of sex in the room drove him even more wild as it infiltrated his lungs. As Aaron began stripping he saw the trickle of cum sliding down her leg, her pussy pulsed and pushed more out in little globs. As if she knew what he wanted, she thrust her tiny ass up at him humping the empty air, taunting him to impale her with his shaft. She spread her legs a little more and snaked her hand underneath her sex and began rubbing Jake's unused contribution into her little button.
Downstairs Janet was in the kitchen setting out the plates when Jake came downstairs. He had clearly changed clothes, and looked flushed and very much distracted. “What's wrong honey?” Janet cooed to her son. Her excited state betrayed her, and Jake did not miss this fact. He was unsure what was going on, first he and his sister had fucked mere minutes ago, now this. Jake had no memory of the actual deed, but waking up with his dick in his sister had caused a lot of guilt. Now, to make things worse, his own mother was acting all sexy, confusing him even more. Jake couldn't meet her eyes.
In Tina's room, with no pretense, Aaron lined up his engorged bulbous head and sliced into his daughter's sloppy sex with all eight inches. Tina felt like she had been kicked directly in the gut. The only sound she could make was an “Ugh” over and over again as her father used his massive cock to pummel her cervix. As Aaron fucked his sweet and innocent daughter he began to taunt her. Tina never caught her breath as her father plunged in and out of her, and could only listen as he began spewing all sorts of forbidden words at her. It had taken mere minutes for him to get to this point where he was treating his once precious child like a wanton whore. The rhythmic bumping of his pelvis against her ass made the bed knock against the wall. “Take my cum you dirty whore, I'm gonna fuck a baby into your dirty used cunt” He told her in an almost animalistic voice. “Ughnnn” was the only response. The two were not making love, not even fucking. Tina was being bred again and her hips pushed back into her father's thrusts, encouraging him to fill her womb.
Janet, seeing her son in obvious distress, was instantly beside him, and put her arm around him, holding him tight. “What's wrong baby, are you ok?” she whispered in his ear. Janet was taller by a margin and Jake's head was now firmly planted in his mother's bosom. Jake broke down just then, both panicking out of fear of what his mom and the world would think of him, and the guilt of having hurt his big sister. He began sobbing, saying he was sorry over and over again incoherently, staining his mother's blouse with his tears, drool and snot. Out of all the babble, she was able to decipher that he was deeply sorry for something. It wasn't until she was able to understand “didn't mean to hurt her” that she realized this had something to do with Tina. Janet's eyes went wide. She was still horny, even consoling her distraught son, and his head rolling back and forth against her oddly over-sensitive nipples had made the wet patch between her legs unbearable. She had been able to shelve these taboo thoughts of wanting the boy's attention in that way, but then when she heard he was upset about “hurting” Tina, she put the two together. If Tina's pronounced sexuality had this effect on her, what would it do to an already horny teenager? That was when she heard it. 'Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump' started coming from upstairs.
Peeling her little boy from her wet chest, her blouse a mess of fluids, Janet held his face softly with both hands. “Where is your father Jake?” she asked. Jake was fixated on her breasts which he had just been nuzzling. His mother's nipples were so hard they were showing through her bra, the outline of which he could see that through the wet white fabric. Jake's eyes broke contact with his mother's nipples after a little shake. “Where is he? Where's your dad?” She asked, a little more frantic now. The 'thump, thump, thump, thump' got a bit faster. He looked his mother in the eyes and saw she was afraid too, he looked up at the ceiling. Janet just whispered “shit” ever so quietly. A million thoughts ran through her head in a split second. She let go of Jake. “Don't come upstairs, no matter what you hear,” she said to him as she bolted down the hall and up the stairs.
Aaron didn't even register the door bursting open and his winded wife waving her arms at him. “Here it comes, take my seed and make my baby you dirty cum bucket,” Aaron hissed as his balls emptied three days worth of cum into his fourteen year old daughter's abused and unprotected cunt. He held her tight as he ground his pelvis into her ass, making sure it all got sent right into her cervix. After the retro-virus had taken effect, the very act of a man injecting his own virility in her triggered the same reaction that rabbits have, and Tina's ovaries both dropped an egg from their enclosure. That had already happened about ten minuets ago when Jake had cum inside her. Just as one of Jake's tiny swimmers found the first egg, Tina and Aaron were interrupted by a blood curdling scream.
“Noooooo!!!! What are you doing?” Janet screeched at the top of her lungs. Aaron's conscious brain was just coming back into the fold, he could sense that someone was pulling at him but still only had eyes for the sexy sperm bank still taking its deposit. At this point the rest of the world was only starting to matter at all. He blinked, and the grip he had been holding on the hips of his comparatively tiny child began to lose its strength. This helped Janet, who was pulling at him, trying to disengage her husband from her daughter, all while screaming out things that were still not making sense to Aaron or Tina.
Chapter 3
As Aaron's hands came free, he was pulled quickly away from the girl still dazed and bent over her bed. Tina was so intoxicated she didn't care what was going on around her. At the door stood Jake, who had disobeyed his mother when he heard her screaming, thinking Tina was dead or something. Jake and Janet were both there to witness as the large purple cock-head of the girl's own father made a plopping sound and fell out of the red swollen cunt lips. A large dark hole was visible for a second and began pulsing and contracting just as a large glob of white spunk began drooling out of the girl, soaking into her bed sheets.
Aaron, not being fully aware yet, stumbled back and tripped on his discarded clothing, smashing his head on the dresser and knocking himself out cold. “Oh, thank you Daddy, I'm going to be a mommy for sure now” was the first and last thing Tina said. Janet dropped to her knees and held her face disbelieving the scene in front of her. She looked at Jake in the doorway unable to look at either her husband or her daughter. Clearly the young girl had wanted it too but she was unable to process any of it in that moment. Not knowing what to do, when Janet began crying Jake ran to her and hugged her, this time her head was in his chest. Jake thought that perhaps he wasn't in trouble if his dad did the same thing as he did. Tina, not having anyone touching her, passed out cold in the same position, bent over, leaking the rejects of their incestuous mating. Janet had no idea what was going on. Her husband was knocked out and had just fucked and cum in her daughter, and the smell of sex permeated the whole room. That was something that troubled Janet the most. Even though it horrified her, she was now more horny than she had ever been in her whole life. Never once had she been so hot. The crotch of her shorts was so wet that she could almost feel the liquid dripping from the soggy patch between her legs.
At first her mind tried to deny it, but Janet could deny it no longer. In the three minutes since her young son had come to console her, Jake had held her as tight as she had him downstairs. Thing was, now that he was back in a room with his sister, the lingering pheromones began to reach his brain. He was rock hard, and it poked his mother straight into her chest. Unsure what to do, he just held her. Denial wasn't possible any more. Her son clearly had an erection, and it was poking into her tits. She would ignore it, she thought. The situation was weird, and whatever had made them all so horny was not his fault. Thinking about what to do with Jake's predicament had calmed her some and her own sobbing had begun to subside. The ability to think clearly about any one thing was being overridden by the intoxicating level of need. In the quiet moments the hard breathing of the two lovers passed out was evidence that everyone was alive. For Janet it had to be enough right now.
Jake held on to his moms head, and softly stroked her hair, as she had done with him so many times before when he was upset. It did calm her, or so it seemed, but Jake's own body had a mind of its own. Ever so slightly, he began moving his hips. The smooth fabric of his shorts felt good as he mashed the head of his cock against his mother's soft tits. Janet, frozen, didn't know what to do. Her son was now rubbing on her in an obvious way. With that stimulation, Janet's foggy mind became filled with images of her taking her son's cock in her mouth. A bolt of electricity shot down her spine, sending ripples across her whole body as Jake blew his load in her mouth in her twisted mind. She shivered and Jake released her. He looked down and could see something in her eyes. Janet's eyes darted from Tina's used dripping pussy to her husband whose cock was still hard and was decorated with globs of cum , then back to her daughter's oozing sex. They had done something so wicked but looked like they were at total peace with it. She looked back up at Jake and reached up, pulling his shorts down and freeing his turgid member. With her eyes locked on his she lowered her body and opened her mouth.
Jake felt the suction as the tip of his cock was slurped into his mother's willing mouth. The taste of his cum and her daughter's virginity was still there from before and Janet became even hungrier when it hit her palette. Her eyes went wide when she tasted the mix of her children's fluids. Aaron had taught her to always look at him when she was giving blow-jobs, and that training held fast. She never stopped looking up at Jake, taking his whole cock to the root over and over again. Jake wasn't going to last long and she knew it. Reaching down Janet undid her shorts and gathered up some of her own cream, making her finger sticky and wet at the same time. She desperately needed to cum, but first she needed to coax as much cum out of her son's prick as she could. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out from her own crotch and ran it up Jake's thigh. Using her thumb and middle finger she spread his ass cheeks and felt for the entrance.
Jake was in heaven. His mother was swallowing his whole cock and licking it in ways he could never imagine possible. She kept giving him that look like she was hungry, starving in fact. None of this made any sense to him but it felt amazing so in his own fog everything was good. He knew he was going to blow soon, it was building fast. “Oh mom, I'm gonna cum” He felt her doing something with his ass, and then out of nowhere her finger popped into his rectum. A kaleidoscope of color exploded in his brain. Janet knew exactly where his prostate was and just before her son blew his load she reached in and tickled it just so. She was rewarded with a stream of cum filling her mouth. It wasn't as strong-tasting as her husband's, almost nutty. She held it in halfway and used suction and her tongue as a pump to coax as much out as she could. With her triggering his prostate he came and came. Janet smiled upwards with her son's still-hard cock in her mouth as he closed his eyes and stiffened. As she saw his body relaxing she released him and guided him down so he didn't fall over. Jake opened his eyes, laying on his back up on his elbows now, and watched his mother lewdly roll his load around in her mouth for him to inspect before she swallowed it. Another blow-job must for Aaron.
“Oh mom, that was amazing,” Jake huffed, the fireworks still sending the odd ripple through his young body. “You're still hard, that's impossible,” Janet said to him, not looking at anything but his little cock. Jake flopped on his back now, unable to move with his useless limbs. Janet stood and looked around the room. It was a disaster, and she was the only one who hadn't cum. Her husband was still hard too, but since he had fucked Tina, she decided she would fuck Jake first. The tan shorts she was wearing looked like she had wet herself. Jake watched her strip in record time and stand over his body. He smiled as drops of her juices hit his small patch of new pubic hair and cock. Janet lowered herself onto her son and sank as deep as it could. Once they were attached she began to grind her ass into him. Jake wasn't huge, but it felt wonderful to the impossibly horny woman. With everything going on around them, she would be able to cum no problem, even on this immature cock. After a few minutes her pace quickened and she reached down, strumming her clit. Jake was in awe of his mother, so majestic, riding him like he was a bull and heaving to and fro. Her tits bounced up and down as she slammed herself on him. The feeling of her pussy pulsating on him brought him to the edge again and he shot the one last little dribble he had left in his balls directly to the cunt that had pushed him out thirteen years ago. As he came he raised his hips, the angle now perfect for him to hit his mother's secret spot from the inside. Janet alternated between bellowing and screeching as her pussy burst. A flood of girl cum flowed out of her like a tap and soaked her son right up to his neck, leaving a stain in the shape of his little body on the carpet.
If it smelled of sex in her virgin daughter's room before now, it was far worse. Janet's sex had a muskier texture to it, something that Aaron had always been fond of. Now, short of a complete deep cleanse, there would be no mistake that serious fucking had happened in this room. The mix of young and old cum was a strong scent.
Janet stopped moving, and even though there were lingering pheromones in the room, Tina's second egg had just been found by her father's prize wiggler. Her body, sensing that its mission was complete, shut down production and went back to her new normal. Without the constant support and after cumming three times in less than twenty minutes, Jake's hardness waned, having been used far more than he could sustain naturally. Turning into a tiny soft pecker once again, it slid out of his mother between them. Janet was gasping but she still needed more. Feeling her son soften and slip out, Janet looked to her husband.
Aaron had hit his head hard, and a small trickle of blood was evident. Janet crawled to him with a small amount of her little boy's cum clinging to her mature cunt lips threatening to drop onto the carpet, and manhandled him until she could climb on him as well. Her glistening cunt lips smeared their son's cum on Aaron's cock as she mounted her comatose husband. Janet didn't see that Jake had slipped out to dreamland. As she rode her husband to her second climax, she once again flooded the torso of her lover. With Aaron passed out she was able to continue riding him for fifteen more minutes before he blew a second load and the effect of the aphrodisiac wore off. As her seventh climax overloaded her brain, Janet simply collapsed on her husband's chest.