Resistance 3 - Chapter 12 & Epilogue

12.

“Oh God, Derek,” Meghan moaned, bent over the kitchen sink as her brother slammed in and out of her.  She had gotten up earlier than him and made them some breakfast, which they’d eaten together in mostly amicable silence.

It was when she had cleared the table and began washing the dishes that he’d come from behind, reaching around with his strong arms and feeling up her firm, heavy tits, only the thin fabric of her tank-top nightie between them.  And then he’d pushed the skimpy tight shorts down around her ankles and pressed his hard cock inside of her.  Their first fuck of the day.

“You know,” he groaned between thrusts, “I never stopped thinking about this... doing this with you…

“At first, I thought it was just that the Virus had changed you made you so impossibly sexy.  So I kept trying to find an infected slut who looked as hot as you and I’d screw them.

“But it just wasn’t the same.  After awhile, I realized…  it was just you I wanted.  Only you.  And it felt so fucked up because you’re my sister…”

“Ooh, Derek,” Meghan said as her pussy twitched.  “Say it again.  It gets me so hot…”

“It’s true.  I didn’t want it to be, because you’re my little sister, but that’s what it is…

“It’s because you’re my sister..”

“Yea?  Is that right, Derek?”  She was gritting her teeth, shoving her ass backwards.  “Is that why you like it so much?  Because I’m your incestuous little whore sister?”

The phone rang on the counter top, which she was gripping tightly.  Panting loudly, she glanced over, but was disappointed to see it was Nate calling again.  She’d hoped it would be her mother.  But she answered it anyway.

“Hi, baby,” she moaned perversely.  Though not as intense as previously, it still brought some enjoyment to talk to him while banging her brother.

“Oh, Meghan.”  There was so much conflict in her boyfriend’s voice -- some kind of disapproval and a certain disappointment and despondency.  And then there was clearly also the note of longing…  “You’re doing it right now, aren’t you?

“Doing it with your brother…”

“Yea, Nate, I am,” she agreed affably.  She gave a little grunt as Derek hit her spot, cramming her full of his cock.  “I’m in the kitchen, bent over, getting rammed from behind like a bitch in heat…”

“Oh shit…”  Nate was practically whimpering.  “I don’t…  I don’t know… 

“I don’t know what to do…”

“I’m sorry, Nate. It’s nothing to do with you.  It’s not your fault that I’m such a horny, filthy slut…”  She moaned loudly again, reveling in the admission. 

“Don’t worry,” she comforted, panting hard.  “You’ll get over it in time, find someone else who deserves to be with you...  I gotta go, though.  We can figure things out later.

“For now, I just need to get fucked.”

She hung up the phone as Derek groaned and began unloading inside of her, and gave herself over the incredible climax that washed over her as she felt his burning, sticky seed splashing her insides.

They were both slumped over the kitchen counter, Derek’s arms wrapped around her tiny waist, knees nearly buckling, the two of them locked together, heaving, sweating, their intermingled fluids dripping onto the floor when the door abruptly swung open.

Gasping for breath, Meghan managed to open her eyes and focus on her mother entering the kitchen, suitcase in hand.  Slowly, she and Derek stood upright, and she let out an involuntary little groan of regret as she felt his softening tool pull out of her.

Their mother was infected again, somehow.  Meghan could see it instantly.  Her full hair was golden and vibrant in that obvious but indefinable way, her eyes such a deep sky blue that Meghan felt she might drown in them.  There was not a wrinkle to be seen on her perfect, flawless face, and indeed her mother looked younger than she ever had, perhaps younger than Meghan herself.

Meghan felt her nipples tightening, her clit reigniting in need as she approached her mother, and in a single motion, they were both embracing.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she murmured as their plump, luscious lips met and she opened her mouth, letting her mother’s tongue slide in.

***

Epilogue

“We are undeterred and, indeed, only made stronger in our resolve by such attempts,” Director Anderson declared. Though his left arm was in a sling, he still banged the podium hard with his right fist, to thunderous applause.  

“With the vaccination rate approaching 100%, this organization will live up to its new moniker as the Global Defense Command and in the coming months will reallocate surplus funds into rebuilding our military infrastructure, to create the safe and stable environment that our society so profoundly needs, with the power and authority to keep the peace and firmly enforce it with a strength and fury that outmatches any adversary.”

Something about this bothered Meghan in a slight, peripheral way, but of course she wasn’t entirely focused and anyway there were more enthusiastic cheers and applause from the audience.

“However, the GDC remains firm in the commitment to eradicate all vestiges of the Legacy Virus from the planet,” her father continued.  The purple bruising around his eye was cast in stark relief by the bright spotlights focused upon his face.  “And to that end, I am declaring tonight as the initiation of a program to develop a more robust and effective Vaccine, to destroy even the specter of the Virus’ return.

“Following rigorous safety testing, there will be an organized effort for a new round of inoculations, which I’m more than confident will be…”

Meghan turned the volume down with the television remote.  “We’re going to have to think of something,” she commented.  “People are already saying that Dad looks better before the assassination attempt than after it.

“Makeup tricks and dying his temples gray aren’t going to cut it in the long run.”

“Don’t worry,” her mother replied.  “You’ve always worried too much.”  Meghan shuddered and let out a dull moan as her mother bit down on one of her fat, erect nipples before sucking on it, hard.

“There’s no point in  thinking about things like that anymore.  Your father is more than happy to let Dr. Roberts and Director Williams make the decisions.  

“Nothing has changed anyway.  They’ve been there, in the background, all along -- we just never knew.  They know how to handle everything.  Aren’t those two just amazing?”

“God, they’re so fucking hot…”

Even the mention of their names was enough to get Meghan’s panties soaking, or would if she’d been wearing any.  As it was, she pushed her mother’s pretty blonde head down between her legs, groaning as her tongue slid inside of her drooling slit.

“They seemed pretty impressed with you too,” Derek commented impassively as he humped their mother’s ass, slamming her face into his sister’s crotch.

Meghan let out another moan at the recollection.

The way it had felt to have their big tits in her face, the hot milk trickling down her throat, feeling the infection wash over her, familiar but new…  and then the kissing and licking and thrashing about...

Interrupting her reverie, the hotel room door clicked open and then shut as footsteps tread into the room.

“Oh, hi, Dad,” Meghan gasped, turning to see who had approached the king size bed on which the three of them were enthusiastically rutting. She grabbed fistfuls of her mother’s golden hair, grinding her face hard.  “I thought that was a live broadcast we were watching just now…”

“No, that was just a re-transmission from yesterday,” her father answered, undoing his belt buckle and pants.  “It’ll be playing all week at various intervals.  They wanted to make sure the message is widely distributed.”

“Mmmhhhmmm,” Meghan answered noncommittally around the mouthful of cock as her father slid it between her luscious lips.  She gave a small noise of contentment as she began sucking him off, pre-cum already flowing freely from his swollen head.

Her phone rang yet again, and with everyone who counted already in the room, there was only one person who it could be.

“Fucking answer it,” her mother said, muffled as she ate Meghan out with continued skill and hunger.  “It’s driving me crazy, calling all damn day…”

With some reluctance, Meghan let her father’s huge member withdraw from her mouth, giving it a long, lingering suck, a trailing strand of saliva dripping from her full lips and pooling enticingly onto her large, naked tits.

“Hi, Nate.”

“Meghan.”  Her boyfriend said nothing beyond that, though there was immeasurable sadness in simply saying her name.  He knew that she was gone now, gone beyond his reach.

“You have to stop calling, Nate.  It’s getting to be a real pain in the ass.”  She let out a loud gasp as she felt a swollen cockhead press up against her rectum just then.  Still holding the phone, she looked back over her shoulder through the golden tresses of hair, damp with perspiration, that had fallen across her face, giving her father a look of faux outrage as he slid deep into her rear.  She felt her tongue involuntarily protrude salaciously between her lips as she pushed her ass backwards, helping her dad to anally fuck her.

“But, hey… before I go, Nate -- one last confession…”

She held down the obscene noises of pleasure that threatened to escape her throat as her father’s massive tool pushed in and out of her asshole.  For a moment, she nearly dropped the phone and gave in to her lust, but Meghan was able to summon up the will to focus and share with Nate the stark, simple truth that she denied, even to herself, for so long:

“I was always happier when I was infected.”

She hung up the phone then, looking at it thoughtfully in her hand for a few moments, reflecting on her own words, before she tossed it to the side, then reached back over her shoulders, grabbing her father the back of the head, pulling him in, and turned her face to make out heavily with him.  Her mother, still getting nailed from behind by Derek, was kissing a trail upwards across Meghan’s firm stomach, stretched taut as her back was arched, pausing to maul her out-thrust tits, then sucking decadently at her neck, finally coming up to meet her daughter’s and her husband’s mouths in a sloppy, three-way kiss.

Meghan luxuriated in the smothering, dripping, sticky, writhing pleasure, letting out a purr of contentment, feeling her eyes roll back as any lingering thoughts or concerns faded away, and another mind-blowing orgasm began to wash over her.

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