Part 3 of the ongoing story. Please read pt1 and 2 if anything is unclear.
All characters are over 18.
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Emma dreamt of the day before, and the weeks leading up to it. She dreamt of the virus spreading round the world, infecting everyone it came across. She imagined it at airports and in offices. She saw the virus growing in the throats of women, the virus coughed onto men, spreading through air-conditioning and doorhandles. She imagined men getting infected, the virus growing inside their testicles, then squirted into their wives and girlfriends every evening. She dreamt of office workers cheating in tiny broom closets, spreading the virus round. She dreamt of the schoolgirl sluts, coughing the virus round university halls while a random jock's cum still leaked from her pussy.
She dreamt of her ex-boyfriend, Callum, and those two minutes spent inside her, thrusting his black cock inside her before exploding unexpectedly, white jizz shooting from black skin. Instead of sperm, she imagined the virus climbing up her vagina, infecting her whole body.
She imagined her sickness, far worse than it really was. She imagined becoming frail near death.
Suddenly into her dream comes her brother, forcefully opening her legs, and thrusting himself into her, without waiting for permission or acceptance. In real life he'd been meek and unwilling, but in the dream he was forceful and determined, pounding into her, dominating her.
The dream morphed from her bedroom to the bathroom, the second place she'd fucked her brother. He's still behind her, fucking her with a deep passion, his cock going almost entirely out, before being rammed back inside, almost to the balls.
In real life, just a few hours before, Emma had been able to hear her parents fucking through the bathroom walls. But in the dream, the wall was like glass, and she could see into their room, watch their dad on top of their mum, his ass bouncing as their bodies entwined. She dream watched them fucking, while her dream brother took her from behind. She felt her brother's balls tighten, then shoot his cum inside her throbbing pussy, while still watching their father relentlessly thrust into their mother. She...
The alarm went quietly on her phone, and she quickly silenced it. Her first thought was to return to the dream, before remembering the plan.
She needed her brother to fuck her again today, preferably twice. Officially for medical purposes, his cum able to keep her virus in check. But unofficially she just needed to feel his thick cock inside her again, to feel that closeness to her brother. It was taboo and it was magical.
The plan was to go into Simon's room before their parents woke, and enjoy his morning wood. Then they'd do it again later in the evening, or on the way to her church group.
She quietly opened the door to her room. She was just in her underwear. She quietly closed the door, and began walking along the corridor. Passed their older sister's now empty bedroom and onto Simon's...
"Morning Honey"
Emma looked with horror to see her father sitting in Anastasia's old room, the door open while he typed on his laptop.
"Dad? What are you doing up so early?"
Peter, her father chuckled. "I wanted to get onto the stock exchanges early, before too many others figure out how much this virus will change the economy. Investments in baby products and food will pay off well next year. Pregnancy tests too. A few hours and a couple of thousand dollars placed wisely now, and in a year or two we could be sitting on a very pretty nest egg."
He suddenly looked at Emma, as if really seeing her for the first time. He spent a microsecond too long staring at her eighteen year old body and its tight fitting underwear.
"Anyway, what are you doing up so early, and creeping into your brother's room?"
Emma searched her brain frantically for an answer. "Phone charger. I needed to borrow his charger. I couldn't find mine."
Peter looked at her quizzically. "Hmm, I don't think you should wake him for a charger. You shouldn't be using your phone at this time anyway. No. Not important right now. Go back to bed and wait for him to wake up. Then you can ask him."
Emma slunk back to her room, disappointed.
She didn't get another chance to sneak into her brothers room. Soon Emma could hear her mother moving round too.
Her brother texted her. WHERE R U?
She replied disappointedly. DAD WAS UP. SAW ME. COULDNT GET TO U.
OK. WE WILL TRY AGAIN L8R. WHEN U WALK TO CHURCH.
K.
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Their parents seemed unexpectedly happy today, it seemed to Simon, and he knew exactly why. He'd heard them last night. They fucked for what sounded like ages. Far longer than he managed with Emma. Simon still didn't quite believe that. He'd fucked his sister yesterday. Twice! And what shocked him even more, was that he had enjoyed it. Sure, she was an amateur, and he'd had far better lays from university girls. But it was the taboo of fucking his younger sister, cumming in his younger sister, that gave him a crazy buzz. Having his thick cock inside her tight eighteen year old pussy was unbelievable. They'd fucked twice yesterday, and would fuck twice again today if at all possible.
But that was the problem. Since getting up this morning, their parents had cock-blocked them at every turn. Their father had stopped Emma sneaking into his room this morning. When their mother went out for a run, their father insisted on looking around their bedrooms for any DIY that needed doing. When he went out to the DIY shop, their mother was already back and insisting on both of them helping clean the house ready for their sister's return visit in the afternoon.
It had been a few weeks since they'd seen their older sister Anastasia (or Nastia for short). About three months ago, she'd moved out to live with her douchebag boyfriend, much to the disapproval of their parents. Then the quarantine had been put into place, keeping everyone trapped in their homes until the quarantine was lifted yesterday afternoon.
During the quarantine, through phone calls and skype chats, they had mended some of the bridges. The whole family was keen to see her again in real life.
They had a quick lunch together at the dinner table, with their father Peter continuing to lecture about wise investments and possible futures caused by the virus, and their mother Yulia talking about how the local tennis tournament schedule changes will affect her training routine. Simon couldn't care less, especially as his sister was occasionally stroking his leg under the table.
"Oh, look at the time" said Emma, breaking the dry conversation. "I need to get walking to the church youth meeting."
As planned, Simon replied. "I'll walk with you. I could use the fresh air, and there are some dark alleys on the way. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."
