The Days After
Chapter Five — The Present Day
“Have you thought about what we discussed last night?” Julie asked as she shivered in the bedding.
“I’m not going to fuck you” Brad said to his sister.
“Look!” she said, “It doesn’t appeal to me either!”
Brad raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure how to take that.
“But if I’m pregnant then one of those things can’t make me its meat-puppet”
“You don’t know that” Brad said.
It was true. She didn’t. She figured (correctly as it happens) that it would be so; that the thing could not attache itself to a woman if a baby had already done so.
“And I’ll be able to pass for one of them…” she added.
Brad had to admit that part was true. Having rags stuffed under your dress was no good on closer inspection. If she actually were pregnant she would have a better chance of passing as one of the infected. They both refused to use ‘bonded’—the term they’d heard them use for themselves.
Brad shivered as a cool wind caught them.
They were no country-folk and neither of them knew how to make themselves warm without being seen. Brad thought there was a way of making a fire discreetly—but he didn’t know how.
“At least come lay down with me” Julie said. “I’m freezing.”
Brad admitted it was cold. They’d shared this bed, this camp site for several days now. Only this time Brad felt a little ill at ease given what his sister had said.
He lay in bed next to her on his left side with his back to her. She moved up closer, pressing against him. She lay her right hand on his arm.
Nothing different from previously… until her hand slid down to his groin.
She felt him grow to her touch. He didn’t move. He said nothing as she felt him.
When he was hard she kissed him gently on the back of the neck.
As if choreographed he rolled back onto his back as she slid up over him.
She fumbled with his fly. Already her own pants were off—sometime earlier.
He tried not to look at her as her vagina embraced his cock. She was warm inside, and wet.
She rode him. She also wanted not to enjoy it but she did. Her clit throbbed hard. Perhaps it was the very sinfulness of the act that made it somehow more enjoyable.
She humped her pussy against her brother’s cock—a big cock too. That also helped get her there.
She reached down and ran a hand over his face but he still would’t look at her. She kissed him.
“Brad!” she gasped as she came.
Her bucking hips suddenly brought him over the edge and he emptied his load into her.
Her hips rode him hard as if milking him of his seed.
‘Was it wrong?’ she thought as she fell into his arms.
She stayed on him for a while and he didn’t protest.
She nuzzled against him and then looking up at him she saw him finally looking back.
They kissed.
They kissed again. After a while the kisses grew more intense.
Then, beyond any need for survival they rolled over till he was atop of her and they did it again.
This time they were lovers.
Julie caressed her brother soothingly as he bucked and shot his second load into her. She wanted to let him know that it was okay… what they had done.
But in the morning he was a different person; as if it had never happened.