Resistance 3 - Chapter 11

11.

It was like Derek said; once the Vaccine had become widely available, bringing the Lost Years to a halt, no one ever really talked about it much, at least in the unsavory details.  There was no official rule or decree; it was just some tacit, unspoken agreement, a social convention that developed organically of its own accord.

Meghan remembered learning once in history class that long ago there had been a period of time in society dubbed ‘Free Love’, which was supposedly a similar era of sexual freedom before it waned, and the Lost Years were equated to that unquestioningly.  Even further back  in ancient times, there had been similar periods of debauchery and excess, and scholars openly posited that perhaps those populations had been afflicted by a similar long extinct viral strain of related makeup.

In this vein, Meghan had carried on with her life, conforming to the ways of the world despite the inner conflict and repression that roiled within.   

But now, it was like a switch had been flicked on in her head.  All of the mental barriers had been torn away by the previous night’s events.  When she had awoken, alone in her bed, it had been with a dull headache, though not comparable to the raging one from the day before.  Apparently, alcoholic tolerance could be somewhat developed in even a day’s time.  She had no idea what time it was, but she was still drunk, the sunlight-filled room shimmering and wavering in front of her.

In her still intoxicated state, when she thought back to last night, to Derek coming into the room and climbing on top of her as she spread her long, toned legs wide, wrapping them around her brother’s waist, rutting in the darkness, she felt a thrill of dirty guilt run through her, which excited her in nasty, immoral way.

When she reached down and began rubbing her clit furiously, feeling her brother’s sticky cum mingling with her wetness, dripping out of her cunt, Meghan told herself that this was completely perverted and sick and depraved.  

How could she have done this?  She wasn’t some infected little slut anymore.  It was only the Virus that had made her do all of those things before, all of those dirty, sordid things…  and that no longer lived inside of her.  The hallmarks of having been infected might still be evident, with her enhanced body that she so rigorously maintained, that she was caressing and stimulating right at that very moment, but the corrupting influence no longer existed in her mind.  So how could she have done this..?

It was the alcohol that was to blame, she supposed.  Did that really make sense, though? Alcohol only lowered her inhibitions, it didn’t change her innate will or desires.

And then the thought struck her: what if it was the same for the Virus?  What if her mind hadn’t been truly corrupted, but simply liberated?

That wasn’t true, she swiftly decided.  That couldn’t be true.  And at any rate, it was irrelevant -- she was cured.  The Virus was gone, and she had her own mind back, the clarity to make her own choices and decisions once more.  Last night was clearly… a  lapse.  A mistake, one that wasn’t to be repeated.

But as Meghan began to cum, moaning loudly, writhing on the bed, she knew that she would do it again.

***

“Hi Nate,” she panted.  She was still fingering herself, but at least she was cleaned up and sober now.

The morning had been spent alternating between drunkenly masturbating and then drowsing, until eventually she’d felt clear headed enough to get up for the day, long after noon.  She’d looked around the house, finding it empty, Derek having somehow miraculously gone to work, which she’d mostly expected since no one had interrupted her all morning, despite the volume and frequency of the noise she’d made.

After a small, bland meal, eaten out of obligation more than want, she had showered off, though she’d grown excited as she ran her hands all over her slick, lathered body and fingered herself in the steaming water.

And then, clean and refreshed, she’d settled back down into bed again, waiting.  By now it was already late afternoon, and while she wouldn’t have long to wait, Meghan also knew she wouldn’t have any problems passing the time as she stuck a hand back down her pajama shorts.

Her anticipation was amplified by an idea -- a very unseemly, indecent one, and she didn’t really know where it came from, other than it was inspired from the previous night, but nonetheless it was firmly embedded in Meghan’s mind when she had dialed her boyfriend’s number, and it was the first time in days that she cared at all whether he answered or not, and was glad when he did.

“Hey, Meghan.”  Nate’s voice held a mixture of concern as well as something like cautious excitement.  “How is your day going..?”

“Oh, it’s good, really good,” Meghan answered breathlessly, working her fingers in and out of herself.  The moment he had answered, she’d instantly become wetter.  It wouldn’t be long now…  

“Hey, I’m sorry I’ve been talking to you while totally trashed these past few days.  So I thought I would call you a little earlier…”

“It’s uh…  It’s all right.  But, um, are you ok?  You sound kind of out of breath…”

“Yea, baby, I’m fine…  I’m just fingering myself again,” she answered idly.

“...Oh.”  Her boyfriend replied simply in that same initial tone.

The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.  It was only a few moments later when the front door opened and then slammed closed downstairs.  Her heart seemed to skip a beat upon hearing it, before ramping up in pace.

“I don’t know what’s going on with me…  I’m just so goddam horny…”

Listening intently for any signs downstairs, paying no attention to Nate’s response at all, it felt like an eternity before she finally heard footsteps treading up the stairs, then approaching her bedroom, the door ajar.  

It was all just like last night, only now she was completely clearheaded, and this time, she didn’t hang up the phone...

When Derek appeared in the doorway, in a dusty sweat stained t-shirt and jeans, he simply stood there awestruck, openly gaping.  Meghan imagined how it must look to him, to find his hot, busty little sister, naked in bed, masturbating, waiting for his arrival...  

She continued rubbing herself all the while, pausing only to beckon him over and spread her legs, lewdly exposing her dripping blonde sex.  This was what she wanted, what she’d been waiting for…  

She’d thought about it all day while masturbating.  That it wasn’t just the depravity of fucking her brother that got her so hot.  It also was that she was already spoken for, already taken.  Claimed by her boyfriend.  That’s what had her turned on so much, all day long. 

That was she was such a horny slut that she’d cheat on her boyfriend.  Her brother’s thick, hard cock was just too alluring to resist, that it made her want to be a nasty little unfaithful whore…

Meghan’s sky blue eyes gleamed in excitement as Derek climbed up the bed, his face between her thighs.  She moaned sensuously into the phone as his rough tongue lapped firmly at her dripping slit.

God, how wrong it was, how filthy, how twisted, talking with her oblivious boyfriend on the phone, pretending that she was pleasuring herself, when in reality it was her own brother between her legs, eating her out, licking her clit, making her gasp and twist and squirm…  What a shameful, licentious slut…

It was the moment Meghan had been so eagerly waiting for all day...

“Nnn… Nate,” she gasped, clutching the phone with one hand, the other grabbing Derek by the hair, yanking him in as she rolled her hips, grinding.  “I…  I have to…  unnngh…  have to tell you something…”

“Yea, Meghan…  What is it..?”

He was jacking himself off on the other side again.  She knew that he was.  She loved that he was there, far away, pathetically masturbating himself, getting himself off remotely on her filth, while she was getting real pleasure from her big strong, sexy brother…

She was so excited.  Her pussy was drooling even more in anticipation of telling Nate, confessing, and it seemed so hard to even recall what the reservations were…

“What is it, Meghan?” her boyfriend repeated, panting.

She paused, savoring the moment before coming out with it.

“When I was infected…  

“The very first thing I did… 

“I fucked my brother, Derek.”

And there it was, finally said.  This was who she was now -- infected, now cured, it made no difference anymore.  This was what she was.  A horny, incestuous slut. The orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave

“Uhhhhhh… uhhhh… uhhh…  Unnnnngggh!”

She keened into the phone, her pussy gushing and squirting, and Derek lapped at her relentlessly as she thrashed against the intensity of the pleasure.  She tried to pull her hips back, as it was practically intolerable ecstasy, but then Derek grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach effortlessly, his strong hands on the firm globes of her ass, pinning her, spreading her wide, exposing her, and then he dove back in with his tongue, his amazing, talented tongue, licking her all over, her clit, her squirting cunt, her asshole, and Meghan squealed mindlessly, humping the bed covers, cumming her brains out.

“Nate,” she gasped urgently into the phone.  “Nate…”

It wasn’t enough.  She hadn’t said it all.  She needed to tell him, had to tell him the rest.

“It wasn’t just my brother, Nate.  It was my mom and dad, too.  I fucked them all…”

She had no idea if Derek was listening or not, but she suspected that he was, as he chose that moment to straddle her pressed-together thighs and stick his huge, hard member snugly  between them, pushing upwards.  His tool easily glided into her tight, copiously lubricated snatch.

“Ooh, fuuuuuuck...”

“Meghan…”  Nate’s voice came across the line, nearly whining, needy and desperate.  He needed to hear it too.  He’s a sick perverted fuck, too, Meghan thought, with nasty, dirty satisfaction.  He wants to hear it…

It only made her hotter.  She knew how fucked up this was -- even during the Lost Years, people didn’t do what she had done.  What her family had done.  Even in the midst of the debauchery, the animal sexual indulgence, there were still lines that weren’t crossed.  Everyone mated and rutted casually, but still, they weren’t like her.  They weren’t as a filthy and depraved as she was, an eager incestuous slut.

“I loved it, Nate…  I loved every minute of it.  Sucking my brothers cum out of my mom’s sticky dripping pussy.  Out of her asshole.  Getting fucked in both holes by Derek and Dad, while Mom humped my face…”

She was pumping her ass back to meet each of Derek’s thrusts, overcome with corrupt lust, her pussy tightly gripping her brother’s hard shaft.

“Sucking my dad off while my brother fucked me up the ass…  Double teaming my dad with my mom… Making out with her while Dad was squirting in my cunt and she sat on his face…”

Derek was slamming in and out of her, using her hard.   His erection was blazing hot, rigid as stone, ready to blow.

“I’m a slut, Nate…  I’m a dirty, fucking whore…

“And I’m an unfaithful, cheating horny little bitch, Nate…”

Her voice was high, straining, breathless and excited.

“My brother is fucking the shit out of me right now..!"

In each of her ears, Meghan heard Nate and Derek both groaning loudly in unison, one over the phone, the other directly, and she came, shrieking, convulsing, squirting, blue eyes bulging wide and unseeing, and the pleasure had never been greater.

In that moment, she could already envision the later conversation ahead -- when hormones had abated and sanity had returned.  The shame and horror and guilt and anger that Nate would feel.  The understanding that in doing this, she was irrevocably damaging their relationship beyond all repair.

And the knowledge made Meghan cum even harder.  It felt so good.

It felt so good...