The Family Reunion
by Pan



Genre: Erotica
Status: Incomplete
Published: 2012-03-16 03:13:35
Updated: 2012-03-16 03:13:35
Packaged: 2019-10-06 01:05:27
Rating: Stroke Story
Chapters: 8
Words: 15,161
Publisher: storiesonline.net
Story URL: https://storiesonline.net/s/70638
Author URL: https://storiesonline.net/a/Pan
Summary: When Zack goes to his family reunion, he doesn't realise that he's carrying a virus...a virus that lowers inhibitions and increases arousal...a virus that will soon affect everyone in his entire extended family.





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8



	Chapter 1

Zack moaned as he thrust in and out of his sixteen-year old cousin, Becky. He'd come four times in the last five hours, and showed no sign of slowing down. And to think, he was worried that his family reunion would be boring...

Zack flipped Becky over, and spanked her affectionately. She squealed with pleasure as he groped at her budding breasts, and starting fucking her from behind. Becky had been attracted to her older cousin for as long as she could remember - it had started as a crush, when she was younger, but when she'd started masturbating a few years ago, he'd made regular appearances in her fantasies.

For his part, Zack had never particularly noticed his cousin until today - he'd entertained her, as was the duty of older cousins to their younger kin, but before today, he'd never noticed that her young body had been developing for a while now, bringing sizeable breasts, hips, and a healthy sexual appetite.

But for reasons he didn't understand he'd been unable to look at any female in a non-sexual light all day. It had started at the airport, while he was standing in line at the airport, munching down on a burger he'd bought from a little kiosk outside. He was just finishing the last of it when a woman walked past - she was attractive, but not strikingly so, and there was nothing overtly sexual about the way she was dressed ... but Zack had been unable to take his eyes off her.

Within seconds he was erect, and as luck would have it, she was seated next to him on the plane. She was the type that falls asleep the minute the plane takes off, so he didn't have to make conversation with her, but every movement she made on the flight, every time she tossed or turned or adjusted her sleeping position, Zack stared, entranced, aroused, unable to look away.

His erection had started to get painful, and so he'd sneaked into the aeroplane bathroom to "take care of it". On the way out, he couldn't shake the feeling that the stewardesses knew what he'd been up to, and started watching them to see if they were treating him any differently.

Again, the staff weren't particularly attractive, but soon he wasn't watching them to see if they were watching him, he was just enjoying the view. Their knee-length blue skirts, the hint of cleavage one girl showed ... every time he looked at a stewardess, he imagined taking them into the bathroom with him, enjoying their bodies in new and erotic positions...

Zack made a second trip to the bathroom before the trip was over.

The taxi ride to his aunt's house hadn't been much better. His driver was male, but travelling through the city had taken him past dozens and dozens of girls, and each one seemed more sexual, more slutty, more ... erotic than the last, somehow.

Before entering the reunion, he'd checked briefly that no one was watching, and pleasured himself out the front of the house. It was extremely risky, but he just didn't care - Zack was more sexually charged than he'd ever been in his life, and he simply needed to get off. Besides, he was so turned on that there was a serious risk of entering the party and creaming his jeans ... and surely, he reasoned, that was a greater faux pas than jerking off in the bushes outside.

Now, less than an hour later, he was slamming his young cousin against the wall as she screamed for him to fuck her harder, His cock stretched her well-lubricated pussy as he thrust in and out of her, while her young tits bounced rhythmically. Becky was a blonde, with hair that fell down below her shoulders, hair that Zack was more than happy to grab onto. He'd already let one load loose into her mouth, and he wasn't far off cumming again, into her tight teenaged cunt.

After jerking off outside, Zack had wiped the cum off his hand and hid his (still hard) penis back in his pants. Entering the house, he'd had to go through the inevitable round of handshakes and questions every family reunion brought.

After shaking over two dozen of his older relative's hands and answering the same questions over and over again ("Where do you work these days, Zachary?" "My, you've grown! How old are you now? Twenty-five? You look exactly like your father did at that age!") Zachary had excused himself and started looking for the bathroom. Even shaking his forty-five year old Aunt's hand had gotten him worked up, and he knew that he'd need release again soon.

Zack's family always rotated who hosted the annual family reunion, but everyone looked forward to it being at his Aunt Lydia's. She'd and his uncle h ad married just before his business had taken off - Uncle Albert had sold the business soon after, and retired, moving to a wealthy suburb and buying a house that couldn't be described as anything but a mansion.

A dozen bedrooms, just as many bathrooms ... Zack remembered playing hide-and-seek for hours here when he was a child, and though it had been years since he'd visited, he remembered the labyrinthian route to a bathroom far from the main party, where he could find his release without fear of interruption.

Before he could find a bathroom, just two doors down from sweet relief, he'd run into Becky. She'd just heard that morning that her childhood crush was coming, and had dressed up for him; a nice party dress that showed the swell of her growing breasts, did nothing to hide her long, smooth legs, and rode up nicely to show off her tight little arse if she needed to bend over for any reason.

Becky smiled at Zack. He stared at her - in his erotically-obsessed state of mind, Becky resembled sex on legs. His hands had twitched, wanting to rip her dress off and knead her breasts, to pull down her panties, bend her over, and fuck her silly. His eyes couldn't stop staring at her overt cleavage - seeing where he was looking, she pulled her shoulders back and thrust it out even more.

His anguish was almost audible as she licked her lips, and stared up at him with those big, blue eyes. She had a perfect baby-face, topped off with a perfect pair of cock-sucking lips. Plump, ruby-red, slightly ajar ... he couldn't work out if she was deliberately tormenting him, or if she was just at that age where she wasn't aware of her sexuality, of the effects of her movements, the way she was standing, the way she was dressed ... at that moment, she could barely have turned him on more if she'd started to strip.

Becky, for her part, surprised even herself at the heat that seemed to be radiating from Zack. She didn't know what was happening, but just standing there in front of him was starting to turn her on. This was more than just the simple crush she'd held since childhood; she was acutely aware of his eyes as they ran up and down her body, mentally undressing her, and when she'd looked down and noticed that his penis was erect, practically straining to get out of his jeans, it took a physical effort not to reach out and touch it.

She'd had sex before, and she'd had crushes before, and she'd been aroused before, but nothing quite like this. Just from being a few feet away from Zack, she was starting to feel a flush come over her body, starting to feel her pussy getting wet. From the looks of it, he was feeling it too...

Unsure of what to do, Becky decided to throw caution to the wind and play out a fantasy she'd had for many years. In all likelihood, nothing would happen, and there was no harm in play ... and if something did happen, it would fuel her masturbation for years to come.

"Zack," she asked coyly, trying to lean forward and show off as much cleavage as she could. "Do you want to see my room?"The Family Reunion


	Chapter 2

The walk to Becky's room was no more than a minute or two, but by the time they got there, Zack was so turned on that he couldn't wait any longer. As soon as they were through the door, Zack slammed it shut, pulled Becky to him, and passionately kissed her. Within five minutes his cock was down her throat, and within fifteen he was fucking her.

When her tall, handsome cousin had agreed to check out her room, Becky had felt a thrill run up her spine. When he'd pulled her forcefully towards him and french kissed her, she'd felt her heart flutter. But after a few minutes of their tongues duelling, it felt like her skin was on fire and electricity was running through her body. Her arousal took over - she wanted his cock inside her, any way he wanted. She wanted to be fucked. Hard.

As he'd pumped his first load into her eager young mouth, Zack had no idea that he was infecting her, unleashing a virus into her system that would take over her body, her mind, and soon enough, her life. The burger that he'd consumed at the airport had contained a virus that was about to change the world and infect the entirety of the human race ... starting with Zack and his family.

Its method of survival was simple - it increased its host's sex drive and lowered their inhibitions. The Virus spread by air or bodily fluids - saliva, semen, vaginal fluids, sweat ... the more of the virus a new host ingested, the faster its effects would take hold. If infected by an airborne virus, it could take hours before the full effect of the virus would be felt (though hints of an increased libido and lowered inhibitions would take effect almost immediately and magnify rapidly.)

The small sample of the Virus in Zack's burger had quickly spread throughout his body, and it had taken no more than a few hours for him to be almost entirely under its grip. He would be unable to think of much else but fucking, spreading the virus, spreading his seed and taking as many women as possible. His cock would never again be soft, and anyone he came in contact with would soon be his for the taking.

By the time their sweaty fuck-session was finished, Becky's contact with Zack's saliva, sweat and semen was enough to bring her to Zack's level of infection almost straight away.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, laying back on her bed. She'd come before, by her own hand (and once by her boyfriend's) but never that loudly, never that intensely. She could fuck like that all day - simply going down on Zack had caused an orgasm, and that had been followed by many more as he fucked her.

"That was amazing. That was the best that I've ever felt. More!" she demanded, and sat up, her sweaty breasts swinging freely. "Fuck me more, Zack. Fuck me all day long."

Zack, however, was already getting redressed. The temptation to turn around and take Becky again and fill her every orifice with his seed was strong, but the Virus knew that he'd done his job. Becky was infected, and Zack was ready for new, fresh pussy. His attraction to her was lessened ever so slightly, enough to make him think that leaving the room was his idea.

"We can't, Becky," he said, avoiding looking at her, knowing that if she was playing with herself, or lying with her legs spread, or on all fours, trying to lure him back with her tight young body ... it would probably work. "Someone will miss us. Let's go rejoin the party."

Before Becky could say anything to convince him to come back to the bed, Zack had slipped out the door. She pouted. A small part of her knew he was right, but that part was being drowned out by the rest of her, which just wanted to be fucked, again and again.

Alone in her room, Becky played with her clit until she came once, twice, three times. After her third self-induced orgasm, she decided that she wanted more, and got dressed. If she couldn't find Zack to satiate her needs, maybe another of the strong, virile men at the party would...

Such was the virus's influence that it didn't even occur to her that all the men at the party were her relatives. Much more important to her was the fact that they had cocks.

* * *

Albert was enjoying the party. He liked his wife's family, and he loved his wife. Even at forty-five, she had a hell of a body on her ... and before today he'd never noticed how much his wife and her sisters had in common. He'd been shaking one of his nephew's hands, commenting on how much he resembled his father, when he'd looked over and seen his wife standing with two of her younger sisters.

Inappropriate though it may have been at a reunion, with children running around and the like, the image had come into his head of the three women standing next to each other nude, and his penis had immediately started to rise. It had remained erect ever since - the image of his wife and her sisters naked, the three almost-identical women kissing, making out, touching each other, touching him ... he'd found an excuse to sit down almost immediately, before anyone noticed how tight his pants had become.

Since then, he'd been sitting back in one of his large lounge chairs, enjoying the view, casually pretending each of the women around him were completely naked, engaged in sex acts with himself and each other.

He was continuing his game, enjoying the projected nudity of the young girl coming towards him, when he realised it was his daughter, Becky, and Albert quickly mentally redressed her. She was wearing one of her prettiest dresses, and even though her hair was a bit messy, she was his gorgeous baby girl.

"Enjoying the party, love?" his voice boomed, and Becky smiled at him. She'd never noticed how attractive her father was. He had such a deep voice, it was so authoritative. And he owned the house, too. Such ... power.

"I'm having a great time, Pop!" Becky replied, and jumped onto his lap before he had a chance to stop her.

Albert held his breath - he hoped that his innocent little daughter hadn't noticed his bulging pants, or at least that she wouldn't know what it meant. She didn't say anything though, and after a few seconds he relaxed slightly. Becky wriggled around, writhing on his lap - she must have been trying to get comfortable - able to feel the uncomfortableness caused by his erection without knowing what it was.

It quickly got worse - the poor girl must have no idea, Albert realised, that her wriggling was causing her father's penis to grow even harder. Albert wondered how he could stop his daughter without embarrassing either of them - he looked down, and saw that all of her wiggling had caused her dress to ride right up. She was now unintentionally rubbing her panties against him, her cute little arse grinding into his hard cock ... this was a tricky situation, but he knew that he could salvage it without bruising his daughter's innocence.

"Beck, darling..." he started, but his words got caught in his throat as her hand reached around and unzipped his fly. His eyes widened as he put two and two together and worked out what was happening: she must have thought the hardness was his pant's zipper, and decided she'd get it out of the way. But all her well-meaning actions had done, of course, was cause his boxer-covered penis to pop right out of his gaping fly.

There was no way he could say anything now without making the situation even worse, so he tried to ignore it and look around the party, as his daughter just tried to innocently sit on her Daddy's lap. Fortunately, it didn't seem as though anyone had noticed anything - all the men at the party were just openly staring at the women, and all the women were pretending not to stare at the men.

He was wearing button-up boxers, and as Albert stared at his wife leaning over the chips, Becky undid the buttons, causing his cock to feel the fresh air of the party.

As her hand started to flutter up and down his shaft, occasionally straying down and playing with his balls, Albert started to suspect that this was no accident.

Becky ground her arse against her father's exposed cock, enjoying the sensations. She too had been periodically checking to see if anyone was watching, but for different reasons than her father's worry - where he was concerned about the pair being caught, Becky found the idea quite exciting.

When she was convinced that no one was watching, Becky gave up on seeking an audience and turned around to face her father. His eyes were open in shock and betrayal, but she could tell that he was turned on as she started to grind her soaking pussy against his member.

Her panties were so wet that she could barely feel them between them - she was on the verge of cumming now, for the umpteenth time that day. In the heat of passion, Becky grabbed her father's hand and thrust it down her panties.

Albert had no idea how to react.

On one hand, this was completely inappropriate behaviour from his teenaged daughter, especially in front of their entire family...

On the other hand, he was horny, and from the feel of her pussy, so was his daughter ... in fact, from the feel of it ... Albert's brow suddenly furrowed in anger.

On the most important hand, HIS hand, the hand that had just been playing with his daughter's pussy ... was semen. He lifted it to his nose and sniffed it, inadvertently increasing his rate of infection. Yes, definitely semen. It felt fresh, too.

Bruce's daughter had slept with someone, in the past hour. This was outrageous - she needed to be punished. She needed discipline. He silently pushed her off him, did up his pants, stood up, and quietly indicated that she should follow him - no need to let the rest of the family know what a little tramp his daughter was.

No, this was something that should be dealt with in private.


	Chapter 3

Becky was almost giddy with excitement, as her father forcibly led her away from. She knew that within half an hour, the two of them would be fucking, exchanging fluids with gleeful abandonment. She knew that he'd be pounding into her, his young daughter, soon enough. He'd fill her with his spunk and give her the hard fuck that she so desperately needed...

Her father might not know it yet, but Becky did, and she found the idea extremely exciting.

Albert, for his part, was furious. His blood was boiling; his innocent daughter, his baby girl was ... she'd turned into some kind of ... slut.

Yes, that was the word. Slut. His daughter was a slut; nothing but a dirty, whorish slut. She wasn't the virgin-until-marriage that he'd been imagining; she was a slutty little teenage tramp, who had let someone stick their cock between her legs and pump until they filled her up with cum. She'd probably been egging him on, too, begging him to stick his hard rod between her legs and fuck her like the whore she was.

Albert was unaware that his breathing has quickened, as his mind was filled with images of his daughter, naked, spreading her legs and pleading to be fucked. His cock throbbed, harder than it had been in years, and his grip on his daughter tightened as he dragged her into his bedroom and threw her onto the bed.

What made him angriest was the sense of betrayal - he had trusted her, damn it. He thought back to all the times he'd let her go out on a date - she was probably no more than a few feet out the door before her top was off and her hands were down the boy's pants. He thought back to the time he'd let her have the house to herself for a whole weekend - knowing what a dirty slut his daughter was, she'd probably invited the entire football team over, and spent the full forty-eight hours he'd been away having every hole filled. She'd probably lined all the guys up, and taken them on three at a time, until the whole team was spent...

And worst of all, just a few minutes ago he'd excused her grinding as unintentionally sexual behaviour, instead of the attempt at incest that it clearly was. She hadn't wanted to sit on his lap, or get comfortable ... no, she'd wanted to seduce her own father, have sperm shot up inside of her from the same dick that had conceived her in the first place...

Well, that sort of behaviour was unacceptable. He wouldn't stand for it.

They reached Becky's room - if he'd been thinking, he would have recognised that it was filled with the stench of sex, but his mind was on the misbehaviour of his teenage daughter.

"Young lady," he began, his voice low and dangerous. "I'd ask you to explain yourself, but I suspect you'd just try to seduce me. So lay down, shut up, and take your punishment.

"I haven't spanked you since you were a little girl, but I'm sure you remember how it goes."

Albert's fly was still undone and as he sat down, his erection popped out. He tried to ignore it, ignore the way that Becky's eyes lit up at the sight of a hard cock. He was a firm believer in corporal punishment, and a tiny part of him held out hope that after a good, hard spanking, he'd have his innocent little angel back.

Becky lay down on her father's lap. She moaned at the feeling of his hard cock, poking against his belly. She writhed in pleasure as he flipped up her skirt and lowered her panties. And she squealed in delight and surprise as he lifted his hand, and brought it down hard on her wriggling arse.

The Virus had a number of minor side-effects, and one of them was altering pain receptors to produce pleasure, instead. Unless the flesh was being severely damaged, any activity that would produce minor pain brought intense pleasure, instead. Hard, brutal fucking; spanking; slaps, nipple-twists, scratches ... the Virus wanted its host to feel nothing but pleasure, so that it would seek out more and more pleasure, and distribute the Virus to more and more hosts...

After five hard smacks on her rump, Becky had an orgasm, and Albert started to realise that his discipline may not be as effective at bringing his daughter back as he had hoped. What's more, the smell of her was starting to fill his nostrils, cloud his mind ... her sweat was all over his legs and hands, and her wet pussy had soaked through his pants; he could feel her juices on his leg.

As the Virus started to take hold of Albert's brain (and other organs), his thinking got a bit jumbled. His daughter was a slut, he reasoned, a dirty little slut who loved to be fucked, who needed to be fucked, who needed to submit. Yes, submit ... if he showed his daughter that he was worth submitting to, then she wouldn't question him, she'd behave, she'd be good.

If he showed his daughter he was someone to be feared and respected, she'd change, she'd stop being a fuck-happy slut and start being his good little virginial daughter again.

And what was the best way to show his daughter he was someone to submit to, to demonstrate that he was an alpha male, the top dog, someone she should unquestioningly respect the authority of? Well obviously he had to talk to her in the only language she understood, and fuck her. If he fucked her harder than anyone had ever fucked her before, if he brought her to a screaming orgasm and filled her hot cunt with his steaming jism, he'd have his little girl back and everything would be normal again.

Becky wasn't aware of the convoluted logic running through her father's head, all she was aware of was that as she was coming down from her intense orgasm, her father had been taking his clothes off, and when she finally opened her eyes, it was met with a close-up view of her father's cock, pointed right at her face, waiting for her to take it in her mouth.

She happily obliged.

Less than a minute later, Albert pulled out and gave his teenage princess a cum shower. Without warning, of course; it was the only way to educate her. His first spurt hit her right cheek, and dripped down to her perfect little cock-sucking mouth; her tongue came out enthusiastically, as she tasted her father's seed for the first time. His second spurt was aimed at her mouth, and his final jet of hot cum landed in her hair.

Albert looked at his daughter, still wearing her party-dress, having just gobbled down his cock like she was starved. She'd drooled as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Her face was covered in cum, and her hands were frantically scooping it up and shovelling it in her mouth.

She clearly hadn't learned her lesson yet.

He flipped her over - again, without warning. The squeal of surprise and shock his actions invoked helped pump some more life into his cock, which had slightly deflated after his first orgasm of the day. Lifting up her skirt, he admired his handiwork of a few minutes ago - her arse still glowed red from his administrations, and was much more enticing than her soggy pussy.

Even in his most wild days, Albert had never shared a woman; his wife and he weren't "swingers", and in fact his daughter was the second person he had ever had sexual relations with. Even with his wife, it was rare for them to go more than once in a night, and on the rare occasions they had, it was straight after their first rut, as they lay entangled, his soft cock still resting inside her pussy.

As a result, until he was staring at his daughter's exposed arse and pussy, Albert was completely unfamiliar with the concept of "Sloppy seconds". Looking at his daughter's pussy, however, as it oozed another man's cum, Albert independently came to the realisation that it wasn't very appealing. Fortunately, there was an alternative staring him in the face with one brown eye...

Becky stared back at her father with delight, as he spanked her arse again, playfully. He leaned down next to her, and while playing with her puckered young arsehole, whispered in her ear, his baritone voice sending a tingle down her spine.

"How many men have taken you here, Becky?"

Becky tried to look innocent, but it just came across as sluttishly coy.

"None, daddy."

Albert sneered. He would have laughed if his daughter's sluttish behaviour didn't disgust him so much.

"Truly, Rebecca? You expect me to believe that?"

"It's true, daddy."

She paused, and her next words were so soft that they were practically a whisper.

"You can be my first."

Albert's vision went red, and pure animal instinct took over. When his consciousness reared its head again, he was fucking his daughter's arse, pumping his cock deep into her bowels. She was screaming; whether in pain or excitement, he couldn't tell, and didn't care.

Albert came, hard, into his daughter's arse, but didn't slow down. His dick didn't soften; the Virus took care of that, and he knew that within a few minutes he'd be cumming again. Becky's brain had turned off as well, as the jolts of arousal she'd been feeling since running into Zack in the hall had turned into a constant current, frying her brain, turning her into nothing but a wanton slut, a hot body for men to dump their loads in, a sex machine - she didn't have the mental capacity to count the number of orgasms her father's cock in her tight young asshole had brought her, but it had been a near-constant stream for the past ten minutes.

Twice more, Albert unloaded his spunk into his teenage daughter's arse. Finally, the fog lifted, if only slightly, and he pulled out. As he did, the sperm he'd been unloading dribbled out, and Becky moaned, feebly reaching around to try to catch some of it.

Becky had learned her lesson, Albert decided, and the decent thing to do now was cut her a break. He let her preserve her limited energy, and walked around to the other side of the bed he'd put together for his daughter so many years ago, and slipped his still-hard cock into her mouth. No need to make her waste her energy trying to gather up his cum, he'd deliver a fresh load straight into her mouth, as well as what she could lick and suck off of his penis.

As Albert came into his baby girl's mouth, he wondered if he'd been a bit harsh on her. Sure, she'd slutted around, acting like a whore. She'd let her own father fuck her mouth and arse, as well as whatever family member she'd been with before him. But look at her - her body was built to take cock; if she tried to deprive herself of her natural urges, she would do nothing but suffer.

"Becky..." he started softly. She was lying next to him, playing with her pussy as she swilled her father's semen around her mouth. "You're a little slut."

"Yes daddy," she replied, smiling up at him. She'd known that he was going to fuck her, but had been completely unprepared her for the ferocious sodomy she'd received. "I know."

"Give your mouth and your pussy to anyone you like, sweety. But your arse..." his eyes flicked up to look at it, as his soothing deep voice wormed its way into her ears. "Your arse belongs to me. Understand?"

"Oh daddy," Becky replied, a hint of a giggle in her voice. "You know I can't promise that."

There was a pause, as the incestuous couple stared at each other. Then Albert began to laugh - a deep chuckle, which turned into a roar of laughter. Becky joined in, her giggle high and infectious.

"Oh, Becky." Albert said at last, as the final peals of laughter faded away, and the pair wiped the tears of laughter out of their eyes. "You just can't say no, can you?"

"No, daddy." Beck replied, a smile dancing around her lips.


	Chapter 4

At the same time that Albert was sodomising his sixteen-year old daughter, Zack was chatting to his two youngest aunts, Isabelle and Carol. Their older sister Lydia had been in the conversation as well, but she had wandered off to see if she could locate her husband and daughter.

Aunt Isabelle and Aunt Carol certainly weren't immune to the Virus - ever since Zack had walked in, they'd felt a steadily increasing warmth in their nether-regions. He'd disappeared for half an hour, but the feeling hadn't gone away - during his absence, the two of them had started participating in an unspoken rivalry.

Carol had dropped a chip and had to bend over to pick it up, and Isabelle had responded by casually stroking her breast while talking to Carol's husband. Carol had given Isabelle's husband a friendly kiss on the lips, and Isabelle had sneaked away and returned a few minutes later without a bra.

The rivalry was really starting to heat up when Zack returned - his resolve to stop thinking with his dick was thrown out the window in less than a minute, when the two targeted him as the new subject of their little games. Aunt Carol had "accidentally" rubbed her breasts against him, and a few seconds later his Aunt Isabelle was talking about her garden, growing "enormous melons", and asking him if he "liked big ones."

"Don't forget the melon juice you can make from them, Isabelle." Carol had responded mischievously. "You could sit around at the end of the day, with a few jugs of melon juice in front of you. Doesn't that sound good, Zack? Some big jugs, filled with melon juice?"

Zack didn't know why any of this was happening - his two normally prudish aunts were flirting outrageously with him, and he was fairly sure that his Aunt Isabelle wasn't wearing a bra - but he had passed the point of caring a long time ago. Despite the surplus of sexual activity he'd already had that day, his dick was hard, and he was ready to fuck again.

He didn't waste any time.

"Follow me." he said simply, and started to walk towards one of the house's many guest rooms. There was a moment of hesitation, as the sisters stared at each other, challenging the other to move. Zack was almost gone when Isabelle started to follow him, with Carol less than half a step behind.

The two sisters waited submissively as Zack helped himself to a bowl of chips - he didn't notice a combination of his and Becky's juices fall into the bowl as he took a handful of chips, and munched on them as he led his Aunts out of the room.

The three stood in the guest room. Zack sat down on the bed, completely relaxed - he didn't know why things were happening they were, but he was fairly sure that before long, he'd be taking both of his aunts any way he liked. The two aunts stood awkwardly; they were both extremely aware of their own arousal, (and still feeling extremely competitive) but there were two things unnerving them: how casually dominant their nephew was behaving, and how submissively they were responding to it.

Carol was the first to break the silence.

"So, Zack ... do you have a girlfriend?"

She had just been trying to make small-talk, but that was the question that came to mind. Instantly, her imagination and Isabelle's were both filled with images of Zack naked, fucking, drilling a young co-ed or an intern at his work. Isabelle couldn't remember if he was still at college or whether he was employed, and the image in her head alternated between him taking one of his female professors in the classroom, and seducing his boss for a better rate of pay...

Zack watched, amused, as the innocuous question caused a dreamy, far-away look to appear on both his aunt's faces. He knew what was racing through their heads right now, and he decided to have some fun with it.

"No, Aunt Carol. No girlfriend. Just a couple of different girls I fuck."

Both his aunts gasped at the word, but before their sense of propriety caused them to respond, the unspoken rivalry between them reared its head again - the seconds dragged past, as both of them refused to be the one to question their nephew, to be the "uncool" aunt. This time, Isabelle was the first to respond.

"Well, that's ... nice. It must be good to have such diverse ... female company."

"Yes," Carol piped in. "I know that if I don't dress up every now and again, my husband wouldn't be nearly as sexually satisfied. Something about the costumes allowing him to pretend that he's ... enjoying ... more than one women. We wouldn't want him to get bored now, would we?"

Isabelle glared at her sister. She thought that she was sure to make her sister uncomfortable by accepting her nephew's dirty talk, but Carol had taken it one step further. She couldn't back down now.

"Oh yes," Isabelle said, one hand unconsciously drifting up to her breast. "My Thomas - that's Uncle Thomas to you, of course - would just go crazy if we didn't have ... intercourse at least a few times a week."

"A few times a week?" Carol replied, barely letting Isabelle finish her sentence before rebutting. "Why, when I'm ovulating, Mark and I - that's your Uncle Mark, darling - will sometimes go at it twice a day."

"Twice a day? You must be much faster than Thomas and I. When we get into it, we will have ... intercourse ... for hours on end. I'm surprised we ever get anything else done."

Zack broke his silence, cutting off his Aunt Carol. As soon as he started to speak, she silenced herself and stared at him submissively.

"Have either of you ever been with a woman?"

Another pause, this time much shorter, as Carol eagerly responded.

"Well, I don't even think your uncle knows about this, but when I was in school, there was a lesb ... there was a girl in my grade who liked girls, and once the two of us french kissed. With tongues."

Isabelle scoffed.

"I went to college in Europe, dear. Over there it's not even considered unusual. Before I met your uncle, I had a three-month relationship with a woman. We never ... went down ... on each other, but I can assure you, we did everything else. Helga had the most amazing fingers..."

Zack realised that neither of his aunts even realised that they'd started to rub their thighs together, or that they were both starting to sweat. He decided to push them.

"I've never actually seen two girls kiss. I wonder if you two would do that for me..."

There was a pause, and just as Aunt Carol was on the verge of breaking, Zack continued.

" ... you know, as it is my birthday."

His request hung in the air, as his two aunts tried to calculate exactly when Zack had been born. The possibility of refusing such an act because it was inappropriate never occurred to them - and as neither of them were confident enough to call him a liar, they had no choice.

After a minute of thinking, unable to find any way out, any loopholes that would prevent them from performing for their nephew, the two of them resigned themselves to the act and turned towards each other.

Isabelle and Carol had been rivals as long as they could remember, and no matter the environment, no matter the situation, it always manifested somehow. Without verbalising anything, they always agreed on what they were competing for - here, it was gay chicken (performance style.) Whoever was the least erotic, whoever turned Zack on the least, whichever of them backed down, they were the loser.

And neither of them wanted to lose.

It started out tentatively, cautious. Isabelle put her hand on Carol's hip, and Carol responded by gently resting her hand on Isabelle's bum. They leaned into it, slowly, and soon their lips touched. After a few pecks, the kisses started to get longer - Carol opened her mouth slightly, Isabelle tasted Carol's lips. Carol responded with her own tongue emerging, and soon the two were frenching like teenagers.

Because neither of the two was infected, the Virus's effects weren't increasing through their touch - being in the room with Zack ensured that a regular supply of airborne Virus was being slowly pumped into their systems, as well as their current dose increasing, but without direct contact with Zack, there would be no quick rush of endorphins to spur them on, just a slow burn of increasing arousal.

Carol's grip on Isabelle's rear tightened, as the two made out. Somehow, the fact that it was a "birthday wish" for their nephew made it even more exciting.

Isabelle moaned at her sister's contact with her behind, and Carol's hand was soon not just clutching Isabelle's butt, but massaging it, caressing it. Isabelle retaliated by slowly moving her hand up Carol's shirt - Carol hadn't been felt up like this since she was in high school - the memory of that early fooling around overwhelmed her, the feeling of naughtiness, of young passion, of new sensations - and soon both the aunts were moaning in tandem.

With Isabelle's bra already absent, all she needed to do was remove her shirt. Within a few seconds, she was sitting topless in front of her sister and young nephew. Carol, not to be undone, took off her entire dress in one go, and continued making out with Isabelle wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Isabelle pushed her down onto a chair, and leaned over her, her breasts swinging above Carol's waiting mouth. Carol didn't hesitate in sucking on her sister's nipples, causing them to harden and making her squeal.

Isabelle reached down, pushed Carol's panties to the side, and started pumping two fingers in and out of her sister's wet, waiting pussy. Carol stopped her oral administrations to moan, but Isabelle quickly silenced that with another kiss.

Both the sisters were right on the verge of cumming when Zack stood up, and walked towards them - they had been so caught up in their own incestuous encounter that they'd failed to notice Zack pulling out his member and playing with it. He came right in the middle of their kiss, hitting both sisters' noses and mouths, giving them a healthy load of his young cum, and unknowingly giving them a strong dose of the Virus.

As they breathed in the cum, the Virus headed straight for their brain, and within a few seconds Zack had been pushed onto the bed, where his Aunts rapidly started undressing him... 


	Chapter 5

Before today, Zack reflected, he'd never had sex with a teenager. He'd never had sex with more than one person in a day, never had a threesome, never had anal sex, never had sex with someone more than a few years older or younger than himself, never had sex with a family member ... and he'd certainly never come more than six times in a day.

It had been a day of new experiences.

He was laying back, exhausted. He'd been undressed and practically raped by his aunts ... of course, he hadn't said no, but he suspected they wouldn't have stopped even if he had.

Over the last hour, through the orgasms, the wild and varied positions, the cum-showers, and the hard, animalistic fucking ... two things had remained constant. Isabelle and Carol's submission to him, and their constant rivalry. Even undressing him had been a competition ... Isabelle was sure that she'd won when she had been the one to rip his pants off, but that just gave Carol first access to his cock.

Zack's cock was filthy - covered in a mix of his own cum and Becky's juices, a concoction which would have had enough of the Virus to turn even his virginial cousin Fenella into a raging slut. Carol didn't know what had hit her as she slurped it all down - the Virus lit up the pleasure receptors in her pussy so quickly that she almost came just from licking Zack's cock clean. She moaned, and leant back just for a second - enough time for Isabelle to take the opportunity to take over.

The majority of virus-filled fluids were gone, but there was still enough to turn Zack's Aunt Isabelle on. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Zack's cock hit the back of her throat, and she started fellating him with increased enthusiasm, gagging on his cock, her own drool spilling out from the sides.

Carol had sulked for a few seconds as she became nothing more than an observer of Isabelle worshipping Zack's cock with her mouth, but she quickly worked out how she could distract her younger sister. She slipped down to where Isabelle was fiddling with her clit, pushed her sister's hand aside, and replaced it with her mouth.

Zack was annoyed. He'd been laying back with his eyes closed, enjoying the wet, messy blowjob from his aunt, but just as suddenly as she'd begun, she'd stopped. He started to sit up, but before he could say anything, the blowjob resumed.

He looked down to see why his aunt seemed ... distracted.

The view of his strait-laced aunty licking her first pussy made up for the less than adequate blowjob, Zack decided, and he grinned as he watched his Aunt Isabelle try to continue fellating him while writhing around, enjoying the administrations of her inexperienced sister.

This is easy, Carol thought. You just do what you'd like someone to do to you. Maybe if someone had mentioned how much easier homosexuality was, she'd never have gone back to men. She'd only been going down on her younger sister for a few minutes, and she was already cumming. It wasn't only easy; it was HOT.

Carol tried to switch her brain off and go down on her sister with increased intensity, see if she could make the orgasm a double, even a triple.

'What is she DOING?? Isabelle asked herself internally, as everything went white with pleasure and she forgot about the cock she had been so determinedly serving a few seconds ago. She felt like she was going to pee ... oh god, she couldn't hold it in. She was ... she was...

Another first, for all three participants. Zack had never seen a woman squirt before, Isabelle had never squirted before, and Carol had certainly never made someone squirt. It didn't taste too bad, she thought, smacking her lips. Almost ... sweet.

Seeing his aunt squirt awoke Zack's animal instinct once more, and he grabbed Carol by her hair, and brought her to his cock.

"See this?" he growled. "You're going to fuck it."

Even as she happily lay naked in front of her nephew, with her sister's juices all over her mouth, a part of Carol's brain still questioned the morality of what she was doing. Oral sex - that was fine, there was no chance of pregnancy and little chance of disease. Lesbianism, that was something that she'd been interested in for a while. But fucking her nephew? That could end in her being knocked up, with a child that had a chance of deformity, a child that would be very difficult to explain to her husband Mark (especially since he'd had a vasectomy a few years back... )

Unfortunately (or, depending on how you look at it, fortunately) that part of Carol's brain wasn't in charge of her body. The rest of her brain was listening to her pussy, and her pussy wanted a cock in it, wanted to be taken, roughly, again and again. The rest of her brain found the idea of being knocked up hot, found the idea of cheating on her husband incredibly arousing.

The rest of her brain was currently lowering her wet pussy over Zack's cock, fucking him without him even having to move, providing sex to the nearest male as a service, as her body was built to do...

After a few minutes, Isabelle came out of her blissful reverie, to the sight of her sister bouncing up and down on her nephew's cock. She moaned - she wanted that to be her. She wanted to be the one feeling that thick cock inside her, filling her up, rubbing against her clit, pumping in and out and in and out...

As she played with her tender pussy, Isabelle's competitive nature reared its head once more, and her eyes gleamed. She disappeared into the en suite bathroom, her hand never leaving her wet cunt, and returned a few seconds later with a bottle of hand lotion. So Zack thought fucking Carol was hot? Wait until he got a load of what she could provide...

Zack was getting close to orgasm, getting close to filling up another pussy, when he felt a tapping on his foot. He stopped his thrusting for a second, leaving Aunt Carol frustratedly grinding against his cock (she had been close too) and looked to see what his Aunt Isabelle wanted.

Carol grunted in annoyed frustration as he pulled out of her and casually tossed her aside. She just wanted to be filled up with his cream, knocked up, a million of her nephew's tiny sperm racing to her eggs ... instead, she was laying on a bed, her hole that had been full of cock a few seconds ago gaping, open, while her lover ... she looked up to see what had caught her nephew's interest.

Carol almost laughed. Her sister was such a slut - she must have picked it up in Europe, because their shared upbringing had always been quite conservative. She was bent over at the end of the bed, her head between her knees, her hands holding her arsehole invitingly open - already lubed it up, while Zack lubed up his cock as well, ready to drill into her.

How could Carol compete with that?

The next hour followed the same pattern - one of Zack's aunts would get him close to cumming, and the other girl would find a way to distract him and make him switch which Aunt he was fucking. He'd fucked Isabelle's arse until Carol distracted him by deep-throating her own fist. Isabelle had pulled him away from the blow-job with her feet, which was a fetish Zack hadn't even realised he had - Carol had retaliated by double-penetrating herself with a hairbrush and a can of deodorant, and Isabelle had won him back by giving Carol a rim-job.

He'd come for the first time deep in Isabelle's arse, while she continued to rim her sister. Carol had sulked, and Zack had tried to make it up to her with a titty-fuck, but before he'd finished, Isabelle's years of yoga came in handy, as she showed Zack a position that he'd never imagined was possible.

This had continued until Zack got sick of the game, and took control - his commanding voice had sent chills up both the women's spines, and they had meekly obeyed his every order. He'd blindfolded the pair, had them make out, and then inserted his cock into whichever orifice struck his fancy, until coming for the third time with his aunts, onto their tits, and having them lick it off each other.

He lay back, reflecting on what was happening. Clearly something was happening, something that made him a sexual god, or had just made his family unstoppably attracted to him. Before his mind started to wonder too hard what was causing this strange turn of events, Isabelle's fingers made Carol come, and her hand tightened around his still-hard cock. He'd think about it once he'd taken his aunts once more - he still hadn't come in his Aunt Carol, and he knew that she'd get sulky again if she didn't get her fair share.

Of course, if Aunt Isabelle tempted him away before he was finished, it was up to Aunt Carol to up her game.


	Chapter 6

Lydia wondered where her husband and daughter were.

She had no idea that the two of them had been fucking for as long as she'd been looking for them, but as the Virus had already started its hold on her, if she had walked in on the pair mid-coitus, she would probably have only feigned anger for as long as it took her husband Albert to ask her to join in.

By the time she thought to look in her daughter's bedroom, her family was no longer fucking - Albert had left to check on the rest of the party, the second man to abandon the horny girl in her own room. What's more, he'd forbidden his daughter to leave; he wanted to come back and fuck her arse again once he'd done his hostly duties, and he knew that if he let his daughter rejoin the party, she'd have cocks in every hole within a few minutes, and he'd have to wait his turn.

Becky was almost climbing the walls by the time her mother found her. The idea of disobeying her father and leaving the room had never even occurred to her, though if her hands hadn't been busy, she most likely would have loaded up her computer and sent out a mass email to every guy she knew, begging them to come around and fuck her.

Lydia entered the room and was immediately hit with the smell of sex. Becky had fucked two men in her bedroom in the last few hours; Zack, the primary carrier of the Virus, and her father, who by the end of their escapades had been practically overflowing with it himself. The air in the room was thick with the stench of sex, and the stench of sex carried the Virus.

So as Lydia opened the door, a few things happened. Her pussy immediately became soaked - as her nostrils filled with a smell that she couldn't place, the arousal that she'd been feeling for the past few hours suddenly doubled, tripled ... threatened to take over her body.

Consciously, she didn't know what the smell was, but she knew that she liked it.

The influx of Virus pouring in through her nose brought immediately travelled to her brain, tuning down her inhibitions, turning up her libido, making her want sex and not care where she got it. Almost instantly, the smell of cum and sweat and her daughter's juices went from being slightly unpleasant to extremely desirable - she wanted more of the scent, and she wanted more of the things that caused it.

Looking around the door and seeing her sixteen-year old daughter, naked and spread-eagled on the bed, half of her hand pumping in and out of her pussy, another hand twisting her nipples so hard it looked like she was in danger of ripping them off, Lydia wasn't appalled, as she should have been. She wasn't disgusted or put off.

She was turned on.

The sight of the girl's young body writhing on the bed, desperately trying to bring herself to orgasm set Lydia's desire on fire, and she stood there in silence for a few seconds watching, her nipples growing harder, her pussy growing impossibly wetter, her hands unconsciously starting to mimic the actions of her daughter's hands...

When Becky had noticed the door to her room open, she'd assumed it was her father, and so without opening her eyes she hadn't slowed down or stopped, but simply repositioned herself so that he'd get the best possible view of her went, cum-soaked cunt as she brought herself off yet again. It helped - Becky found it easier to cum knowing that she was pleasing a man while doing so.

She had hoped that her father would punish her for her slutty behaviour with another spanking, or perhaps forcibly remove her hand and replace it with his cock (they'd rutted several times now but, disappointly, she still hadn't had her daddy in her wet cunt.) When nothing happened, she wondered if he was even watching, and had carefully opened one eye to take a peek and see what was stopping him from joining in.

Seeing her mother standing in front of her instead of her strong, dominant father was momentarily disappointing, but then Becky noticed what her mother was doing - rubbing at her breasts, with one hand creeping down to the visible wet patch between her legs. Her mother was as horny as she was.

This was going to be fun.

The smile that slowly spread over Becky's face made Lydia wonder if her daughter had noticed her presence. When she didn't say anything, Lydia reasoned that she must just be happy. No-one was going to keep masturbating with their mother in the doorway watching. You'd have to be a complete slut to do that, and Lydia knew her daughter wasn't a complete slut.

Was she?

Lydia looked closer, and realised that it wasn't lubricant that was sloshing in and out of her daughter's cunt while she practically fisted herself - it was cum. Her daughter had been fucked, and it looked like it had happened fairly recently. In fact, it looked like there was some cum dripping out of her ass as well. What had happened to her sweet little angel?

Not even realising that she was now openly playing with her tits and pussy, Lydia took a step closer, to see if she could get a better look. Just to, uh, make sure that her daughter wasn't ... hurt. Yes. Yes, that was why.

It had nothing to do with the fact that Lydia was suddenly trying to calculate how many days it'd been since her husband had fucked her; how many days it'd been since he'd cum in her mouth, and let her taste his thick, salty sperm. God, she missed the taste of sperm - she'd never liked the act of swallowing cum much, but suddenly the idea held an enormous appeal. Suddenly she felt like every day was a series of wasted opportunities, all of her time was time that could be better spent sucking down sperm, tasting it, swallowing it, feeling it sit in her stomach...

Her fingers had unzipped her jeans at this point, found their way past her panties, through her unkempt pubic hair, and one was slipping past her lips, exploring deep into her pussy, while another found her clit and started circling it. Lydia was lost in her own head, unaware of her fingers turning her on, unaware that she'd taken several more steps into the room and was now standing over her daughter, watching her get herself off...

Becky had decided on a plan. It was simple, but she was sure it would work.

"Oh god..." she said, as she got closer to orgasm. "Oh god, oh yes. Oh god, yes, mom ... mom ... oh yeah, mother, fuck me. Fuck me mom, fuck me! Suck on my clit! Yes! Do it! Suck on your baby's little clitty!"

She came, loudly, screaming for her mother to bring her off, to fuck her and suck her and everything in between. Lydia was shocked for a few seconds, but her arousal quickly took over, and she came as well, her mind filled with thoughts of fucking her daughter, of kneeling between her legs and tasting the plentiful supply of cum within...

As Lydia came down from her orgasm, she felt her daughter's hand on the back of her head.

"Becky!" she exclaimed, but before she could object, her daughter had cut her off.

"Sshhh, mom, it's all right. It's okay." Becky whispered, and pulled her mother's head down to taste her throbbing, sperm-laden pussy. The Family Reunion


	Chapter 7

Neither Becky nor Lydia had ever been with a girl before, but they were both fast learners. Lydia's first taste of pussy had been slow and tentative, but once she tasted the cum on her tongue and allowed the Virus to break down the last of her resistance, she dove in enthusiastically, causing her daughter to scream for her mommy, again and again.

Becky was enjoying the dominant role she got to play; after leading her mother's head to her pussy, she sat back and enjoyed her mom's administrations. It wasn't quite as exciting as getting pounded by a nice thick cock, but it was just as erotic, and she could feel an orgasm swelling in no time. She held onto her mom's head, and bucked her hips forward, pushing her cunt into her mother's face, rubbing the mix of juices into her mother's talented mouth.

Even after Becky had finished orgasming, Lydia continued to explore her daughter's privates with her tongue, trying to drink down as much cum as she could. If she had a taste for it, she would have quickly recognised some of it as her husband's, but she swallowed down the combination of Zack and Albert's sperm without as much as an inkling as to whose it was.

The feeling of her mother's tongue burrowing deep inside her asshole gave Becky an idea; she told her mother to stand and disrobe, enjoying the sight of her normally strict, prudish mother obeying her every command, taking off her clothes slowly, obviously trying to turn her young daughter on with the sight of her body stripping.

Lydia's inhibitions had completely disappeared - if, a few hours ago, she'd known that later in the day that she'd not only find herself lapping at her sixteen-year old daughter's pussy, but that she'd love doing it and want to go again, her head would have burst. She was loving doing what she was told, being a slave to her daughter's voice and the urges of her own hungry pussy. All she wanted to do was cum, again and again, and help others do the same.

Becky stood next to her mother, who shuddered with pleasure as her daughter started exploring her body with her hands. Becky cupped her mother's breasts, and tweaked her nipples, making Lydia jump in surprise and arousal. She ran her fingertips up and down her mother's stomach, dancing around the tangle of hair between her legs, pinching her full, round arse.

She was a full head shorter than her mother, but as Becky stood in front of Lydia, all she needed to do was tilt her head back, and Lydia bent down to kiss her. Within seconds, the two were rolling around on the bed, hands roaming freely around the other's body, finding the sensitive spots and pushing each other's buttons.

The vibrator had been a novelty gift at first - a joke from one of her friends, given to her at her fifteenth birthday party to embarrass her in front of everyone. But it had only been a week before Becky's curiosity had overcome her and she'd tried it out. Soon it had become a regular part of her sex life, and Becky had almost forgotten how she'd masturbated without it.

Now, the vibrator had found a new use, as Becky turned it on and inserted it into her mother's tight anus. From the look on Lydia's face, Becky deduced that she'd either never had anything there before ... or never enjoyed it this much, at least. No wonder her father had been so excited to fuck his daughter from behind; it was a brand new experience (and one that Becky was happy to introduce her mother to as well.)

When Lydia didn't object to her own daughter taking her anal virginity with a vibrator, Becky took it as a personal challenge to see if she could find her mother's limits. She got her mother to go down on her, to eat out her ass, to lay still as Becky pissed on her and drink as much as she could, to take a full fist in both her holes ... but no matter what Becky did, Lydia not only obeyed, but seemed to get off on it. She was insatiable, and after a full eighty-three minutes of non-stop sex, Becky was finally exhausted. She'd been thoroughly fucked that day, in all her holes, by both her authoritative father, her obedient mother, and her childhood crush to boot.

Lydia watched her naked daughter fall asleep in her arms, and when she was confident that Becky wasn't going to wake up, got up, tucked her in, and left, looking for someone else who could satiate her needs.

* * *

It had started as an innocent game. Jack and Kelly had wandered away from the party, and stumbled upon the family's game-room. A chess set on one side, a dart-board above it ... but most intriguingly, a rug in the middle of the room, in the design of a Twister board. A few minutes of foraging through the game chest had led them to the spinner, and the game had begun.

Jack and Kelly were twins, and had always been close. They were never forced together - both parents had known what it was like to come from a big family, and so they'd made sure to give their children their own rooms, and allowed them to make separate friends, participate in separate extra-curricular activities. Their freedom to live separate lives had let them choose to be friends, and so they had - they got along better than most siblings, and actively enjoyed each other's company.

At fifteen years old, both of their sex drives had started kicking in strongly that year. Their separate bedrooms had allowed Jack to explore the joys of masturbation and internet porn without fear of interruption from his sister, who had recently discovered her mother's old collection of romance novels, and the bold, handsome heroes within, participating in enough sex scenes to provide fodder for a whole year's worth of self-pleasure.

As the game began, the Virus made them very aware of each other's bodies.

"Left hand green!" Kelly yelled, wondering if Jack had noticed her ass in his face as she'd leaned over to spin.

"Right foot red!" Jack had announced, hoping that Kelly hadn't realised his hand didn't necessarily need to brush against her on its way to the green circle.

"Left foot yellow!" Kelly lied, counting on her brother not checking the spinner. He didn't. Moving her left foot to yellow allowed her to spread her legs wide, right in his face.

"Left hand red!" Jack replied, blushing as he looked at the only available red dot, positioned in such a way that he had to move forward to reach it.

The game continued, each twin aware with every fibre of their existence of their own body, and its proximity to their sibling's. It was fairly even; the closest that Jack came to falling was when he got distracted by his sister's hint of cleavage and almost toppled over, and the only time that Kelly was in danger was when she noticed her brother's erection and started subconsciously moving towards it, without taking gravity into account in the process.

"Left hand yellow!" Jack shouted, and when they were both able to move to the spot easily, remembered how he'd won the game as a kid. The trick was to become as entwined with your opponent as possible - make it harder for them to move, be in their way wherever they wanted to go.

Kelly had grown pretty good at reading her twin, and when a cocky grin appeared on his face, she knew something was up. Over the next few moves, she worked out what his technique was, and decided that the only way to counter it was to join in.

"Right hand blue!" Kelly read, slipping her arm around her brother's waist as she moved.

"Left hand blue!" Jack said, placing his hand on hers, and moving his shoulder firmly against her breasts in the process.

"Left foot green!" Kelly panted, positioning herself underneath Jack, able to feel his erection resting on her leg.

"Right hand yellow!" Jack grunted, pinching Kelly's ass as his hand travelled to its new position.

"Right foot yellow!" Kelly moaned, wrapping her legs around Jack's torso, wondering if he could feel the heat of her vagina through her jeans.

"Left foot yellow!" Jack whispered, his movement forcing him to press his hard cock between Kelly's legs.

"Right foot red!" Kelly murmured, not even bothering to look at the spinner. Her weight was resting on her right leg, and as she moved it, her whole body collapsed, bringing Jack down on top of her.

The Virus was present, seeping into their brains slowly, but it wasn't dominant - it was a whisper, a hand tracing across their leg, not the loud voice ordering them to fuck, or the insistent desire for sex that it was for Zack or Becky, or its other victims. So while both siblings were turned on, they remained extremely aware of how wrong their current predicament was. Kelly knew that her nipples shouldn't have been hard, that the feeling of Jack's breath on her face shouldn't be sending shivers down her spine. Jack knew that he shouldn't be thrusting, ever so slightly, against his sister's prone body.

Yet he did.

Neither of them spoke a word as Jack continued thrusting, and after a few seconds, Kelly started thrusting back. Their faces were both bright red with embarrassment and guilt, but that didn't stop Kelly from reaching down and slowly unbuttoning her jeans, allowing her to feel Jack's thrusts directly on her panties. Both twins continued to stare into each other's eyes, allowing each other to object, as Jack mirrored Kelly's actions, unbuttoning his jeans and lowering his briefs.

When Kelly pushed her panties to the side, Jack spoke, the first sentence that didn't include body parts or colours for the past twenty minutes.

"Are you sure?" he'd simply asked, and Kelly had simply nodded in reply. He'd stared into her eyes for a few more seconds, until he was confident she knew what she wanted, and then with one quick thrust, taken his sister's virginity.

She'd gasped in pain, and then almost immediately moaned with pleasure as Jack entered her, filling up her tight vagina with his hard cock. He'd gone slowly, allowing her muscles to relax as more and more of his shaft entered her. When he was all the way in, the feeling of his pubic hair mixing with his sister's took the last of Jack's patience, and he withdraw almost all the way, and slammed back into her.

Kelly's eyes rolled back in her head as Jack pounded into her - the warmth from her pussy were spreading right through her body, and as Jack sped up, she could feel herself approaching orgasm. "Fill me up," she begged, not realising that Jack was planning to do that no matter what she said. "Oh god, Jack, you feel so good. This is so good ... so ... oh god..."

Jack threw his head back and bellowed as he came inside his twin sister; the person he was closest to in his life, and always had been. He couldn't believe how good her body felt, how well they fit together, like two halves of the same being. He'd never seen a girl orgasm before, but from the way she was pounding the carpet and screaming, he guessed that was what Kelly was doing.

They lay together for a few minutes afterwards; Jack was amazed to discover that his penis didn't soften after his orgasm after it normally did, but decided to take advantage of his continued hardness, and started sliding in and out of his sister again.

Kelly opened her eyes and grinned when she realised what Jack was doing, and lifted her head up to whisper in his ear.

"Jack," she said quietly, enjoying the feeling of his hard shaft inside of her, "do you think mom and dad would mind if we started sharing a room?"


	Chapter 8

Lydia staggered out of her daughter's bedroom, dazed. She'd just had more sexual pleasure than she'd had in the rest of her life put together- in just a few hours!- and she knew it wasn't over yet. Her eyes were having trouble focussing, her body was weary, but she could have navigated her own house blindfolded, and she had a clear goal in mind.

Cock.

Making slow, luxurious love to her daughter had been amazing (as was the rough, passionate fucking they'd alternated it with) but Lydia was ready for something more. Something hard, something masculine, something that could provide her with cum straight from the source.

She didn't know where she was going to find some cock, but she knew exactly what she was going to do with it when she found it.

From down the hallway, she heard the sound of male voices. They seemed to be engaged in some kind of low-key argument - voices were raised, their blood was probably pumping ... it sounded like they were fighting for dominance, growling at each other, comparing metaphorical cock-size (or, if she was lucky, literal cock-size... )

Neil didn't know why he was feeling so antsy, but he was taking it out on his brothers. They were hardly any better - for the last few hours, all of them had been at each other's throats, especially after their hot cousin Delilah had passed briefly through the room. The four brothers weren't normally thick as thieves, but it was rare for them to all be as argumentative as they were now.

The heat had been simmering for a few hours now, but finally erupted when Harry, the youngest of the four, had claimed that he'd kissed a girl. On any ordinary day, this would have simply resulted in the rest of them refusing to believe him and teasing him for making up a girlfriend, but for some reason Pat (only two years older than Harry) had taken umbrage at the comment, and refused to let it drop.

"You haven't kissed a girl!" Pat was practically screaming, his fists balled and his face red. The argument had started small, but as Harry continued to insist that his first kiss was a true event, Pat had worked himself up more and more.

"I have!" Harry cried back.

Newly twenty, Neil would ideally have been sitting back and watching the exchange, possibly smoking a cigarette, unfazed by the argument unfolding in front of him. But for some reason, he was leaning forward tensely, ready to join in if a fist-fight broke out and, worst of all, prodding the pair of them.

"What's wrong, Pat?" he goaded, "Has Harry kissed more girls than you have?"

"No!" Pat shouted, taking a step towards Neil.

"I think your face says it all," Oscar chimed in. Oscar was the second-oldest of the four - unlike Neil, he didn't ever attempt to be even remotely cool, yet somehow had been the first of the brothers to land a long-term girlfriend, Yasmin.

So while Harry and Pat had been arguing about Harry's probably mythical girlfriend, Neil and Oscar had been exchanging glances, watching the fight and without words agreeing that Pat was probably riled up because he'd never been kissed. Neil had also been wondering what a hot piece of ass like Yasmin saw in his dorky brother, and imagining her coming 'round, falling victim to his own cool demeanour, agreeing that he was MUCH cooler than Oscar, and moving her hand down to start playing with his cock...

As Pat had moved towards Neil, without even thinking he'd stood up, ready to fight if that was what it came to. Maybe Oscar would tell Yasmin about the fight, and she'd realise that ... but no, that was a ridiculous thought.

Neil stood a full head over Pat, but Pat wasn't backing down. It would most likely have come to blows, but for the abrupt entrance of their aunt, flushed and panting.

Lydia stood at the doorway, her eyes drinking in the four specimens of potential cum-providers in front of her. After tucking her daughter in, she'd attempted to get redressed, but a teenaged girl's bedroom is not a place known for its ordered system of clothes-sorting, and she'd ended up unable to find her jeans, and having to squeeze into some of Becky's clothes.

The Virus had ensured that the pain she should have felt while forcing her feet into Becky's high-heels turned into pleasure, and that its influence had meant that modesty hadn't been a factor when picking out a top. The result was that Neil, Oscar, Pat and Harry had turned to see their Aunt Lydia dressed up as a stone-cold MILF.

The high heels made her legs look longer, and the short skirt that she'd borrowed from her daughter seemed even shorter as a result. She hadn't bothered with panties, and so if any of the brothers had spent enough time looking at her thighs, they would quickly have seen the juices slowly trickling down her leg.

Spectacular as they were, however, no one was staring at her legs. The only top that she could find in her dazed state had been a jacket, and she hadn't realised that it was only supposed to be worn as a top layer. It didn't button up at the front; it barely covered her nipples, let alone providing even a hint of austerity.

All four of the boys were staring at her, mouths agape. She stared at them for a few seconds, the cloud on her mind lifted briefly, and she noticed the confrontational position they were standing in. Lydia remembered that she was the adult in the situation, and it was her job to take charge.

"What's going on here, boys?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips authoritatively, an effect that was slightly undermined by the fact that it exposed one of her breasts. All four boys stared wordlessly at the exposed nipple, visibly erect and just begging to be sucked.

There was a pause, and Pat spoke up.

"Harry says that he's kissed a girl."

The cloud was starting to descend again, as Lydia unwillingly imagined it - a sexy older woman, like herself, grabbing Harry's young face and forcing her tongue down his throat, exploring his body with her hands, grabbing his young ass, fondling his pants and discovering the hardness within...

Her nephews simply watched as her eyes unfocussed and she started breathing heavily. No one knew that every drop of sweat on her body was full of the Virus, and that with every breath out she was disseminating more into the room. The longer she stood there, the more the boys became aware of her body, the more their inhibitions lowered, the more they grew aroused and ready to take her...

Lydia tried to snap herself out of it. She grabbed the jacket and tried to cover her breasts. It was time for her to take charge, time for her to be an adult.

"Well," she started, adopting a strict tone. "There's only one way to make sure."

"Who here has kissed a girl before?"

Neil, Oscar and Harry raised their hands. The eldest two brothers shared a smirk at Pat's unraised hand, but their attention was quickly brought back to their aunt, as she took two steps forwards and kissed Harry on the lips.

"Hmmm," she said. "It's been so long since I had a first kiss ... it's hard to say. Pat, come here."

Pat looked like he couldn't believe his luck. His first kiss was brief, but he was unlikely to forget it any time soon - when a scantily-clad cougar kisses you and grabs your butt, it tends to stick in your memory.

"Well?" Even with his hormones raging, Harry hadn't forgotten the argument. "Do you believe me yet?"

"Wellll..." his Aunt Lydia replied, drawing it out. "Now I'll need to compare to someone who HAS kissed a girl before..."

Oscar and Neil both stepped forward, but Neil was slightly faster. Deciding to show off a bit, he dipped his aunt, inadvertently flipping her jacket back and providing all the boys in the room with a great view of their aunt's tits. When the kiss was finished, his aunt's eyes had again lost focus.

"That's not fair!" Harry cried. "That was with tongue - I didn't kiss you with tongue."

"Well," Lydia murmured, starting to feel like she was losing track of what was happening. "We can definitely fix that..."

After Harry french-kissed his aunt, Pat insisted that he get to have a turn as well. Neil wanted to show his younger brothers how it was done, but as his kiss included a grope of Lydia's exposed breasts, Pat and Harry both wanted to go again. Within a few minutes, Lydia had extensively made out with and been fondled by all three of the single boys in the room, and somehow lost her jacket in the process.

Oscar, ever the quiet one, had simply been standing and watching, but when he saw his older brother's hand start to try to find its way up Lydia's skirt, he spoke up.

"I bet I'm the only one here who has gone down on a girl."

Aunt Lydia's eyes lit up, Pat and Harry looked down, but Neil stared straight at his oldest younger brother and accepted the inherent challenge.

"I've gone down on heaps of girls," he claimed, hoping no one caught the slight waver in his voice. In truth, he'd only hooked up with a few girls, and only once gotten past second base. She'd let him go down on her, briefly, and then they'd fucked, but she'd cum before he had, and insisted that they stop before he was even close.

The tension that Lydia's arrival (and subsequent toplessness) had dissipated returned as Oscar and Neil attempted to stare each other down. The cloud lifted once more, as Aunt Lydia realised it was her role as a grown-up to work out a diplomatic solution.

"Come now, boys. Let's settle this nicely."" she said, trying to ignore the signals her dripping wetness were sending.

She failed.

"You first, Neil," she said, and hitched her daughter's skirt up slightly.

Neil knelt before his aunt, and hoped that he remembered what worked last time. His aunt's pussy was different to the girl that he'd fucked; last time it had been in a dark room, so at least this time he could see what he was doing, but the previous girl had had a lot less hair, and been a LOT less wet.

He tentatively leaned in; the smell of his aunt's juices was overwhelming, but as he inhaled it, the Virus was given a direct route to his brain, where it started replacing his caution with confidence, removing any nervousness or inhibitions, and making him hungry to taste what he could smell...

Neil's brothers watched as he stared at Lydia's hairy cunt for a few seconds, sniffed it, and then dove in enthusiastically. Lydia was cumming less than two minutes later, though Neil showing no sign of stopping and Lydia showing no sign of wanting him to.

Oscar was still the only person who hadn't been kissed, so as Neil continued his work, Oscar leaned over and tasted his aunt's mouth. To his surprise, she raised her hands and kissed him back passionately, biting and sucking on his lips, using her tongue to explore his mouth, and bringing his hands down to her exposed breasts.

As the Virus took hold of Oscar's brain, he grew more bold. Lydia succumbed to her second orgasm, and when Neil didn't slow down, Oscar pushed him aside and helped himself to his aunt's wet lips.

Oscar had gone down on Yasmin several times; he was able to get her off quite reliably, and though they hadn't yet had intercourse, the two had grown familiar with the other's privates; the feeling of Yasmin's hand on his hard dick, of her lips wrapped around it and her eyes looking up at him ... Oscar was crazy about his girlfriend.

Thinking of his girlfriend made him wonder if this was cheating, but before his mind went any further down that path, the Virus used his mouth and nose to rewire his thinking, to focus his mind on the beautiful pussy in front of him, and to make him forget things like "fidelity" or "other women".

Oscar wasn't sure how long he was lost in his aunt's pussy, but when he looked up, Neil had taken his place at Aunt Lydia's mouth ... with his cock. Even as Oscar made Lydia cum for the third time in so many minutes, she staring at his older brother, focussed entirely on his pleasure.

Sick of being left out, the decision to make the next move popped into Oscar's head, the decision that would ensure there was no way he could be the last to the party. Without a word, he stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled his already-hard cock out, and with one quick thrust was buried up to his balls in his aunt's hot cunt.

Lydia was in heaven. She'd left her daughter's room seeking cock, and cock she had found. Not minutes after her lovely nephews had brought her off three times with their surprisingly talented mouths, she was being filled up with erections - one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and when she looked to her right, she saw that her two youngest nephews had pulled their dicks out as well and were jacking furiously.

The cloud lifted once more, and she wondered if she was being as responsible an adult as she could be, but the cock in her mouth started to swell, and the fog returned as her focus turned to giving Neil the most pleasure she could give him.

The sight of their aunt's cheeks puffing out as Neil blew his wad, followed by her starting to choke and some jizz dribbling out the side of her mouth caused both Harry and Pat to lose it, and they helped to shower their aunt in cum.

Only after his orgasm was over did Neil notice what his younger brothers had done - fortunately, his Aunt Lydia seemed to have no issue with the unexpected shower she'd been given, and she was enjoying Oscar's administrations.

"Mmmm," she moaned, and looked up at the three boys, standing awkwardly around her, cocks out. She didn't want to waste these cocks for one more minute. "Come on boys, who's next?"

Pat and Harry raced over to her waiting mouth, but she held up one finger and stopped them in their tracks.

"I have decided," she started, pausing only to let her eyes roll back in her head as Oscar thrust particularly hard, "that Pat was right, and you've never been kissed."

A sullen look started to creep upon Harry's face, only to be intensified when she continued.

"And so as a reward, he's next."

"But-..." Harry began to object, only to be silenced by his brothers.

"Haha, I knew it!" cried Pat, moving into position.

"Hey! I said that too," chimed in Neil.

"Well, then for your reward..." Lydia said, but before she could get any further, her mouth was suddenly filled with Pat's cock, and the rest of the sentence came out as a series of muffled noises.

Neil and Harry glanced at each other in annoyance before Neil realised what his aunt had meant. He made eye contact with her (an unusual sight; he had the same angle as he'd had a few minutes ago, but it was no longer his cock filling her mouth) and she nodded to confirm, and slapped her ass.

Lydia was glad she'd gotten that sorted. The issue was resolved, and now she could relax and just focus on the ridiculously pleasant sensations of one cock in her mouth, one cock slowly fucking her soaked pussy, and another one about to join in and take her virgin ass.

Harry was still scowling, and she realised what she could do to cheer him up. She reached out and slowly started stroking his cock with her left hand, her right hand still being used to support her weight. Oscar saw what she was doing and reached down to grab her tits, lifting her up in the process.

Oscar's hands and cock holding her up, Lydia used one hand to slowly slide up and down Harry's young penis, while the other cupped his balls. It was at this point that Neil began to play with her butt-hole, using the free-flowing juices from her pussy to lubricate his hand as he slid one, two, three fingers in and started pumping in and out.

Harry got the raw end of the deal once more, as Lydia's orgasm distracted her from giving him the best possible hand-job she could have given. Even as her eyes fluttered back, and her skin grew flushed, Pat's blow-job never slowed down, and her clenching pussy soon made Oscar cum as well.

As soon as Oscar pulled his erection from her, (while still firmly holding her tits and stimulating her nipples) Neil stepped into his place, and slowly started to press his cock into her ass, sliding in inch by inch until she thought she was going to be ripped in half.

Harry had the least Virus at this point, but a horny teenaged boy is a horny teenaged boy, and he took advantage of his small frame and everyone else's distracted state, manoeuvred himself underneath his aunt, and started fucking her from underneath.

The Virus made sure to turn any pain Lydia would have felt from having Neil's large member invade her ass into pleasure, and combined with the load of cum that Oscar had just dumped into it, Harry found his aunt's pussy well-lubricated and easy to fuck. The sight of his aunt like this, sucking his cock while taking another in both her ass and pussy, was enough to send Pat over the edge, and after he'd finished cumming, Oscar quickly took his place.

Lydia had thought earlier, as her daughter humiliated and degraded her, that she'd felt the most pleasure from a perverse situation that any human could feel, but now, being fucked in all three holes by nephews young enough to be her children, she realised that she was wrong.

Even in her state of exquisite bliss, she was aware that Pat's cock was unattended to, and her hands reached out to please him.

Between the five of them, Aunt Lydia and her nephews reached over thirty orgasms in the next hour. Lydia took each of the young men in almost every combination, and after the last of them had cum up her ass, she knew she had to stop - not out of a lack of desire, but out of exhaustion. She loved pleasuring them, especially all at once, but she knew that if she kept going like this, her body wouldn't be able to take it and would collapse.

The nephews looked sad at the news, until they saw her alternative suggestion.

"If there were two of me," she said, leading the ever-ready mean down the hall "I'd be able to go like this all night.

"But while there's only one of me," Lydia continued, opening the door to her daughter's room, "I think I know someone who will be more than happy to assist..."

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