Resistance 3 - Chapter 9

9.

“Hello?”  

“Hey… there you are.  I haven’t heard from you all day.”  There was concern in Nate’s voice, but also a trace of irritation or disapproval.

“I’m sorry about that, babe…”  Meghan sighed as her lolled head back on her pillow.  Her free hand was down her pants again.

“Are you…  are you drunk again..?”

She was.  After Derek’s abrupt departure, she had frigged herself right there in the kitchen, appalled and excited by her own reaction to Derek’s confession.  She already had a buzz going from the wine and beer, and through the alcoholic haze, it was all so twisted, thinking of her brother and her mother, no longer infected, but still turned on by all the things they had done when they were…  still wanting to do them again…

Meghan could see it in her mind, the pair of them, half dressed, writhing on the floor in the very kitchen she'd been sitting in herself a short while ago, knowing how wrong it was, trying to convince themselves they didn’t want it, and then finally giving in and indulging in the raw animal pleasure…  

She’d had two fingers inside of herself up the knuckles, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm as the prurient thoughts raced through her head, competing with her own self admonishments, that she was sick, she was perverted, that those thoughts shouldn’t be turning her on like they were…

She had climaxed powerfully, squealing loudly, thrashing around in her seat, her orgasm seemingly made more powerful by the conflict roiling within.

Finally, Meghan had sat there panting, sucking on her fingers, trying to process everything and get her head straight.  Instead, she had gotten up and grabbed another beer.  At some point, she’d had another one.

Now she was in her bed, alone in the dark, thoroughly intoxicated and sleepy, not really capable of rational thought.  She would’ve simply passed out drunk, if not for the insistent burning need still raging between her legs.  She had unbuttoned her pants and was attending to that need when Nate had called.

“Getting blasted two days in a row…  that’s really not like you…”

“Maybe… Maybe you don’t know what I’m really like,” Meghan breathed as she ground her thumb up against her swollen clit.

“I…  Why would you said that..?  I’m sure I do,” Nate answered, but his voice seemed uncertain.

“I saw a couple I know at the store today.  We went to high school together,” Meghan disjointedly offered.

“Oh.  Well, that’s good, right..?”

Meghan quietly, drunkenly laughed, her hand still busy between her legs.  “Ohhhhh Nate, Nate, Nate…  If you only really did know…”

“Know what..?”

“You want to hear some more confessions?  I’ll tell you….  I’ll tell you what I’m really like…”  Meghan paused trying collect her whirling mind.  “The girl from the store today, Crystal, she was the first person I infected.

“Well, the second one actually,” she amended.  She didn’t elaborate further.  “I remember it so clearly, how it all happened…  

“I had finished turning into an infected, horny little slut, and there she was at my house, right in front of me.  How excited I was to make her just like me…  She was always such a mean, stuck-up bitch to me, you know that?”  

Her hand was moving faster now.

“When I infected her, it all happened so fast…  I could see her turning into a mindless whore right then and there.  First she was mad…  and then she was confused... and then barely a minute later, she was on her knees, licking my wet pussy…”

Meghan let out a loud moan as she felt a spike of pleasure run through her, her hips twitching.

“Do you know how hot it gets me, thinking of that moment?  What do you think of your twisted, corrupt, slutty girlfriend now, Nate?  Huh?  Think you still know me..?”

“Jesus, Meghan…”  She could hear the shock in his voice, but she knew he was turned on too.

“Maybe you do know a little bit about me after all…  You’ve always liked that about me, huh..?

“What a little whore I am when we fuck..?”

“Yea, Meghan,” Nate admitted, breathing hard, and it got her off knowing that he was beating himself off on the other end of the line, aroused by her depraved behavior.  “Yea, I like it…”

“That’s good, baby, because I’m horny…  I don’t know why but I’m just so fucking horny tonight…”

That was a lie, of course.  She knew exactly why...  Meghan moaned perversely, and she was just soaking, her pussy making wet, gushing sounds as she worked her fingers in and out of herself.

“God, I wish you were here, Nate.  I need to get fucked so bad,” she panted.

“Wish I were there too,” he groaned in response.

Meghan was squirming around on her bed, leaking all over her covers.  She was so drunk and it was hard to think straight, and it didn’t matter anyway…  all she cared about was how good it felt, touching herself, bringing herself closer to her peak…

Dimly, Meghan thought she heard a door shut downstairs, but she didn’t stop for a moment, didn’t care, she only wanted to cum so badly…

“Too bad you’re not here, Nate…  I’d squirt all over your cock like a nasty slut, baby…  I’d be your drunk little whore and fuck you all night…”

Nate was saying something in return, but she wasn’t really listening, unconcerned if he got off or not; acting like a debauched whore only turned herself on more, brought herself more pleasure…

She reached, straining, nearly there, even as she registered heavy steps coming up the stairs, approaching, and then she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye, a large silhouette in the doorway, the outline of her returned brother, watching her thrash on the bed as she fingered herself.  

She was unembarrassed, feeling only a vague, wild anticipation.  In the dim light, Meghan could see that he was rubbing himself too, just like her boyfriend on the phone, far, far away.

She sat up slowly, breathing hard, letting her building climax go unfulfilled.  “Nate?” she panted softly.

“Yea?”  He was out of breath too.  She had no idea if he’d gotten his rocks off yet or not.  She didn’t care either way.

“I have to go.”  She hung up without waiting for a response.

She beckoned to Derek, and she knew he could see her despite the darkness when he approached slowly.  As he neared the bed, she spread her long, slim legs wide.  

“Come here, Derek,” she murmured.

He climbed onto the bed, the mattress compressing with his weight, and then he was on top of her, his hands on either side of her head, supporting himself, their faces inches apart from each.  She could smell the alcohol on his breath, knew that he was just as completely trashed as she was and she was glad.

What are you doing, she asked herself, in one last moment of resistance.  

And immediately, she answered herself: I don't care.

I don't care...

Meghan put her hands around her brother’s head and pulled him in closer, kissing softly once as their lips met, and then again harder, letting out a groan of surrender, letting her confused, troubled mind shut off.  She wanted this.  She wanted to do this.  She slid her tongue into his mouth, tasting the strong whiskey he’d been drinking.

As their mouths were crushed against each other, Meghan could feel his long, hard erection through his pants, pressed up against her as she reached down, fumbling with his belt, undoing his pants, and then she held his member in her hand, burning hot, the feeling of it forgotten but long familiar, and she guided him inside of her, letting out a little whimper as she felt his huge width and girth finally, finally filling her up once more.

She broke away from the kiss, throwing her head back, gasping.

“Fuck me, Derek…  Fuck me like you fucked Mom…”

Meghan felt his cock twitch inside of her, knew that that turned him on, and then he was thrusting in and out of her, ramming her, using her hard. 

Immediately, she felt her making obscene, perverse noises of pleasure, guttural grunts and moans, animalistic mating sounds that she never made when doing it with Nate.

Nate…  thinking of her boyfriend only made her hotter.  Her boyfriend, her kind and amiable boyfriend, who she'd been talking on the phone with only moments ago and now she was cheating on him, cheating on him with Derek, getting fucked hard by her brother in a way that Nate never could…

“Unnnhhh…  Uhhhhh...  Uhhhhhh...”

She was out of control, completely uncomposed, loving everything second of it, hips raised off the bed, twisting sinuously, grinding wantonly against Derek.  He wrapped his hands around her slim waist, lifting her lithe body as he pumped in and out.

“Oh gawd...”

Meghan gasped loudly as an orgasm suddenly, unexpectedly hit, and she reveled in it, thrashing around, her pussy gushing, clit spasming in agonizing pleasure.

“Unnnnnnnnh Derek!!!”

He humped unceasingly as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, reducing her to a mindless, depraved slut, a slave to her brother’s cock, desiring nothing else but to feel it pushing in and out of her.

Finally, Meghan began to come back down, whimpering from the intolerable intensity of her climax, going limp even as her brother continued to powerfully thrust his cock between her legs.  She simply lay there, eyes rolling in the back of her head, being roughly jolted with each slam, loving every moment of it.

Eventually, Derek pulled out and she mewled in protested, until he pawed at her roughly and she realized that he simply wanted to turn her around.   Meghan eagerly got on all fours, presenting her round, toned ass for him to take, letting out a loud groan of appreciation as he sank back inside, fucking her at a more leisurely pace now.

“Mmmmm, fuck, Derek, yea, screw me like that…”  Meghan was starting to recover from her earth-shattering orgasm, growing horny again, ready to cum some more.  “Fuck me on all fours…”

“Goddamit, Meghan,” he groaned, panting hard as he gave her what she wanted.  She could feel his cock going stone-hard at her filthy words.

“You like that don’t you, Derek?  That your little sister is still a twisted little slut?”  She was turning herself on too, and reached down and rubbed her slit furiously as he nailed from behind.  He was pumping her hard as she spoke, helplessly spurred on.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?  To fuck your little whore sister again?  Stick your hard cock in my tight little pussy?  Huh?

“Don’t you like me on all fours in front of you?  Fucking your sister like a horny little bitch?”

He was practically doubled over on top of her, reaching around, grabbing handfuls of her big, firm tits, and Meghan rested herself on her shoulders, her face pressed up against her mattress, ass high in the air, one hand still between her legs, the other intertwined with one of Derek’s helping him to grope her, feel her up all over. 

“Oh yea, you sick fuck,” she gasped.  “You sick, perverted fuck...  Cream in your little sister’s pussy…

“C’mon baby..  Do it… I want you to do it…”

Meghan could feel his cock, burning hot, rigid, ready to explode.

“You gonna cum, Derek?”  she panted raggedly.  “Is my big brother gonna cum in my tight, wet snatch?  Just like you did in Mom’s?  That nasty little whore?

“C’mon, Derek…  Come on, baby…  I’m a filthy whore too…  You can do it to me too…”

“OH shiiiiiiit,” Derek groaned and then with a shudder, he slammed himself up to the hilt, and Meghan felt him unloading inside of her, blazing hot semen filling her up, radiating outwards.  His arms were wrapped her slender frame, his hips twitching as he drove himself deeper and deeper with each spurt, and Meghan came a second time too, breathlessly, locked in place, convulsing, shoving her rear back against him.

“Hhhoooo… ohhhh…   ohhhhhhh...”

They stayed like that for a long time.  Vaguely, Meghan wondered how she could stand it back when Derek had the ability able to cum more than once.  Nonetheless, she found herself wishing he still could.

When he finally pulled his softening tool out of her dripping folds, she didn’t have the energy to move.  She simply lay there, blonde hair tousled, face still smashed up, half buried in the sheets, ass high in the air.  She could feel his warm, sticky seed trickling down her thighs.

“Fuck…” Meghan murmured.  “What did we do?

“What did we do..?”

She drifted off with a small, drunken smile on her face.