This is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18.
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There is an old saying that goes, “It is always the darkest just before the light.” Well, it couldn’t get any darker and the light does not seem to be coming. Not any time soon. Not for us. The darkness just keeps going on and on. Getting darker and darker with no end in sight.
It’s been a little more than two years since the first inklings of trouble began appearing. In those two years the world went from thriving to desolate. Civilization fell surprisingly fast once it became apparent nothing was going to stop the ravages of The Squeeze.
The name came from the description of how the disease made victims feel; squeezed of all the air from their lungs. Scientists called it COVID-24, but the people, the victims, gave it its nickname. The Squeeze, TS for short.
At first there were only a few infected, the world was told it was yet another version of COVID and that the vaccines developed for previous outbreaks of the viruses would slow the spread until a full vaccine could be developed. They were wrong, spectacularly wrong. And worse, they knew it.
Just six months after the first case of TS appeared in a Chinese “wet market” nearly twenty-five percent of the world was infected. The virus spread literally like wildfire. It became airborne almost immediately and could live in the air an astounding length of time.
Masks were useless against it as were all but the very best air filtration systems. Only highly secured, government-operated facilities were safe and only the highest-ranking officials and their support teams had access. The rest of us, the rest of humanity, were left to fend for ourselves hoping upon hope that the scientists could develop a vaccine quick enough to head off any further victimization.
Local governments began to fall as panicked citizens looted stores for supplies. Police departments were overwhelmed and gave up trying to stop the marauding throngs. Hospitals were first overrun and then, as the crowds realized they could not get help, set on fire. When local administrations failed, desperate hoards began to turn on national governments. Capital cities were flooded with citizens seeking answers and when none came the masses of humanity turned on their leaders and attacked.
But many of the public buildings were already empty. Government officials had been evacuated to secret installations far underground or inside mountains. The entrances were sealed and heavily guarded. Soldiers were given shoot-to-kill orders and afforded no leeway or exceptions.
The Squeeze killed nearly ten percent of its victims. It was a slow, lingering death. It began as a slight rasp when breathing, little more than a tickle in the lungs that caused victims to feel as though they needed to clear their throats. From there, the microscopic bug began closing bronchial tubes, reducing the amount of air that could be brought into the lungs. Intubation helped, but TS continued until even that did not force enough air in.
It also caused muscles to contract. Not so much as to cause cramps at first. Slowly the contraction became stronger causing victims to curl into the fetal position and pulling their faces into a gruesome grin. As TS closed victim’s airways it crushed their bodies from the inside until the breath was squeezed from them. Survivors often manifested a slight, not unpleasant smile, but not always.
Eight months after the outbreak, sixty percent of the world was infected. Nearly five billion people suffered with The Squeeze, four hundred and seventy-four million died. More than the population of the entire United States of America dead in just eight months. On the one-year anniversary of the plague, 1.5 billion were dead and the virus lived in nearly every person living on the earth, lying dormant waiting to strike down its host.
That’s when scientists had a breakthrough. An Army researcher at the U. S. Army Medical Research Institute of Infectious Diseases (USAMRIID) discovered that the few people that were unaffected by TS had a particular gene that prevented it from attacking the lungs and muscles. Further, Captain Corbin McGregor M.D. discovered that by harvesting the gene and splicing it into the virus’ DNA, it deactivated ninety-seven percent of the viral load of an infected person. Effectively, the gene therapy stopped the virus in its tracks and all but cured those infected.
The problem was, there were very few people who possessed the gene. To further complicate the situation, the gene could not be reproduced. A fresh specimen had to be used to make each batch of the therapy drug. To extract the necessary genetic material, the doctors, in a highly secretive process, had to virtually drain the blood from the donor. Synthetic blood was pumped into their bodies and air was forced into their lungs, but many did not survive.
Nevertheless, the search was on.
Special troops were trained and deployed across the world’s continents. Their mission was to locate anyone who did not show signs of having had the virus; those who did not have the Mona Lisa smile. When found, the troops — who became known as Vampire Squadrons as the fate awaiting donors became known — were to escort gene carriers to specific medical sites. If resistance was encountered, donors were taken by force; shot with tranquilizer darts or shocked into unconsciousness by Tasers.
For months, thousands upon thousands of people were rounded up and tested. Flat-facers, or those who didn’t have the smile, were terrorized not only by the Vampire Squads, but also by their friends and neighbors who turned them in for allotments of food. And, even if they did not have the gene, the interment and testing process was horrific. As those who did not carry the gene were released, the stories got around about the conditions in the camps, the pain inflicted to remove genetic material, and the fate of those few who had the gene. Flat-facers began to hide.
That’s where we come in. By we I mean my sister Gwen and me. I’m Lance, an average enough guy. Before TS brought the world to its knees I was enrolled in college at the University of Missouri. At 21, I was a senior just three months from my journalism degree and four from a researcher role at the nation’s largest news agency. I swam on the college’s swim team, quite successfully. I missed a trip to the Olympics by just two tenths of a second. Not as a contender but going as an alternate would have been just as sweet.
My 6′, 1″ frame carried all 187 pounds of my hard muscled body. Something that was of great interest to the ladies on campus. But, in the TS’s world, it meant exactly squat because for the past year, Gwen and I had been hiding in the attic of our uncle’s — our father’s brother — house.
We had access to electricity, refrigeration, and a small electric hot plate all powered by a generator our uncle ran. We got food by flipping up a hidden panel on the roof and catching small birds, squirrels, or even rats that skittered overhead at night. Vegetables came from a hydroponic set-up I put together near a vent that let in a little natural light. Sometimes, when he could, our uncle would toss food up on the roof for me to collect after dark. It was a meager subsistence, but it was all we had, and we made it work.
For entertainment we had a stack of books and a small television with a DVD player. We had CDs and music on our otherwise useless smart phones. There was also an antenna that we could attach to either the TV or a small radio we found that could be used to pick up the odd broadcast from the government or a pirate signal.
The set-up was ingenious, impossible to detect from the outside of the house or even from the inside. The house our uncle lived in was old with a high-pitched roof. This meant that the attic was large with a very high ceiling. We had built our living area at the top of the attic, 10 feet above its floor and with no access door from below. This gave us a long room with only five feet of clearance in the center and the sharply-sloped roof as walls. In essence it was a tube shaped as a triangle. The sides thickly insulated to keep out the heat of the sun and probing by Vampire Squad helicopters with heat signature detection systems.
Our sleeping area was on one side of the long room, our kitchen and entertainment at the other. In between was our garden and storage. The quarters were cramped, especially for me since I could not stand up straight. I took to opening the hatch on the roof at night to stretch my legs and get fresh air.
Gwen loved the evening air and star-filled skies. Sometimes she would climb out and lie on the steep roof, carefully holding the edge of the opening to keep from sliding off. Eventually, I devised a harness from some rope our uncle threw up making it easier for her to stargaze and me to collect our meals.
Even with the thick insulation, it got hot in our attic room. We both took to wearing fewer clothes in a futile effort to keep cool. I usually just wore my boxers and Gwen just a pair of my boxers and a t-shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts.
After one particularly hot day I opened the hatch in hopes of catching a cool evening breeze. Gwen tied the harness around her waist and climbed out. The stars were especially bright that night and there must have been a meteor shower because several streaked across the sky as I stood in the hatch stretching.
I glanced at my sister lying on the roof and couldn’t help but notice the faint light of the stars glistening in the sweat on her flat, smooth tummy. Her face glowed as well, and she sighed as a tear trickled form the corner of her startlingly blue eyes.
“Gwen,” I said softly as I placed a hand over hers, “I’m sorry we’re stuck in this situation. I’m sorry the world has gone crazy. I’m, I’m just sorry.”
She took a deep breath and sighed again. Without looking at me she smiled, it made her look weary and sad, not happy.
“You’ve done everything you could to keep me safe,” she said, still looking to the sky. “You’ve provided a place for us to live, hidden us from the V Squads, and…” A sob choked her up and she stopped talking. More tears ran down the side of her face and wet the silky red hair spread around her head in ringlets and curls.
Even in her sorrow, she was breathtaking. Her skin pale, smooth and perfect, glowing in the starlight, not a flaw to be found. Her face the picture of mischievousness with slightly slanted, almond shaped eyes and a pixie nose. Her lips were naturally a deep red and not too full, just right I always thought. Her breasts moved jerkily up and down as she sobbed, they were perfectly shaped and sized. Enough to compare to grapefruits with a slight sway when she walked. Her hips flared from her waist and curved to a tight, muscular ass that told of all the exercise — he both had done — to whittle away at the boredom. And her legs met that ass as like the perfect stem on a glass of the finest Champagne.
At nineteen, she was perfect, she deserved better than what this world had served her, she better than me.
But I was all there was. At least until the world came to its senses. Until the V Squads stopped hunting her for her genes.
We couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, but it was likely we both carried the gene. Neither of us had the grin, neither of us had gotten sick, and neither of us had as much as coughed since the beginning of the pandemic. Whether we had the gene or not, the V Squads would take us if they found us. Take us and separate us. If one or both of us did have the gene, we would be drained, wrung dry of our blood and set aside to either live the rest of our days on life support or die from the harvesting.
“Gwen,” I whispered again as I squeezed her hand. “Come inside. I’m afraid you’ll fall if you get any more upset.”
With that she turned her head sharply to me.
“And what if I do fall?” she spat. “Who would care? I’d just be one more body to bury in a mass grave. One more person lost at the end of the world.”
She wasn’t angry with me. I knew she was only raging against the situation. But it still stung. Her words hit me hard and for a moment I was speechless. Her beautiful face was twisted in fury, her eyes wild, spittle flinging from her ruby lips.
“I would care,” I said quietly, almost imperceptibly, after a moment. Finally finding the words my heart felt. “I’ve lost everything just like you. Everything. I can’t lose you, too.”
Suddenly her eyes cleared. The storm within them dying like a passing summer storm. Her mouth closed and a look of deep regret came across her face. The compassionate, loving sister had returned, and I could tell she was sorry for her rant, for awakening the sorrow in my heart.
She reached her hand out and gently brushed my cheek where a tear of my own had begun its journey over my features. She nodded and slowly, carefully slid to the hatch. She let her feet dangle through for a moment and slipped down so we were both standing in the opening facing each other. Her arms went around me and mine around her. We sobbed together for a long while. The summer night’s breeze blowing her shining hair and drying the tears from both our cheeks. Until finally we were just holding each other in silence, swaying gently.
I became aware of her breasts pressing into my chest. They felt wonderful, comforting. They rose, pushing slightly harder into my chest when she breathed in and then fell as she exhaled. Our breathing began to synchronize. Each of us breathing in and exhaling at the same time. It felt right, good in a way that I had not felt in what felt like ages.
She must have felt it to because she nestled her head on my shoulder, her mouth pressing lightly against the sensitive skin of my neck. I could feel he breath, warm and moist as she exhaled with an altogether different sigh. This sigh was one of contentment, one of love, one that spoke of things desired but not uttered.
I felt goose bumps raise on my arms and noticed she had them, too. My body was responding to her, to her closeness, to her touch. And hers was responding to me.
Her lips pursed, leaving a soft kiss on my neck that sent sparks racing through my body. Intellectually I knew we should stop, but my body craved the closeness. It needed the attention. It demanded it.
More kisses where peppered on my neck. Each with more pressure, each more urgent than the last. Her kisses moved up my neck to my jaw, my cheek, and finally my mouth.
She pulled back and looked at me with the brilliant pools of her blue eyes. I saw the yearning there, the fire beneath the calm, the desire I had heard in her sigh.
I nodded ever so slightly and moved to place my lips on hers. The kiss was that of two people possessed by a spell of love so deep neither wanted to ruin it by rushing to the next level. It was soft and sweet and full of promise. It melted me and tears again flowed down my cheek.
Gwen, sensing my tears pulled back again and kissed them from my face, looking into my eyes the entire time. She kissed me like a woman who had been in love with me for years, like a woman who would give her soul to ease my pain.
I pulled her to me again, burying my face in her curls.
“Gwen,” I whispered in her ear as she molded herself to me, hugging me so tightly it felt as if she was trying to meld herself into me. “We can’t, we’re siblings. It’s wrong.”
“It’s okay, brother.” She cooed in my ear, her lips touching the lobe as she spoke.
“We’ve both lost so much. Let’s have this. Let’s be each other’s comfort.”
“But you’re my sister,” I said gently but without separating my body from hers, noticing how my cock was responding to pressure of her hips to mine.
“And you’re my brother,” she whispered, gently pursing her lips and kissing my ear. “But I want you to be my lover. I need this, I need you. Please Lance, please make love to me.”
I pulled back from her again and searched her eyes. In them there was love and desire. She was pressing her hips against me rhythmically, caressing my growing cock with her soft mound just below her belly. I could feel the heat there through the thin material of the boxers we both wore. Her nipples stiffened and bore into me bare chest through the t-shirt.
Without another word I kissed her again. This time I allowed it to become deeper, my lips parted as did hers and my tongue slipped forward questing, seeking. When hers met mine more sparks exploded through my body like fireworks at a festival. My cock throbbed, now fully erect, and caught between her thighs.
Without breaking the kiss, Gwen reached between us and grasped my throbbing manhood and began to rub it across her pussy through the boxers. She kissed me harder, harder than I have ever been kissed before as her hand glided up and down, back and forth. Our breath became ragged in our passion.
When at last we broke the kiss, Gwen immediately dropped through the hatch to her knees in front of me.
Because we had to keep all light sources off when the hatch was open, I could not see what she was doing but I could feel every touch. Her hands slid up my sweat dampened thighs and stopped on either side of my erection atop my boxers. She moved her face closer to me and I could feel her hot breath on my aching cock. She kissed the underside of me through the fabric that still imprisoned my manhood.
I jerked from the contact, moaning loudly as she continued to shower me with kisses down there. Her lips missed nothing, peppering kisses on my shaft, my balls, even between my ass cheeks. I tilted my head back and starred at the gorgeous umbrella of stars above me, savoring every touch of her lips to my body.
After an eternity of bliss, Gwen grasped the elastic waistband of my boxers and slid them down, freeing my cock. Without seeing it, I felt her engulf my length with her hot mouth. My mind’s eye envisioning my turgid member slipping past those ruby lips, sliding deeper into her wetness. Her tongues glided across the underside of me, caressing it until she had swallowed me to my balls. Then she flicked it out and over my globes, making my gasp and flinch from the pleasure.
Ever so slowly, she slid my cock out of her mouth only to swallow the entire length once again. Over and over, she performed this exercise all the while lavishing my shaft and balls with her slippery tongue. Before I wanted it to, I could feel my climax begin to build. Electric currents traveled up and down my cock as she slid it in and out of her mouth, deliciously sucking the whole time.
“Oh Gwen,” I moaned, my knees shaking from the sensations she was providing. “I’m going to cum. Oh God Gwen, you’re making me cum!”
Without warning Gwen moved away from my cock leaving it dripping with a mixture of her spit and my pre-cum.
“Not in my mouth you’re not,” she purred from the dark. “Come down here and fuck me brother. Fuck me like I’m the long-lost love of your life. Like no other woman you have ever fucked.”
I crouched down through the hatch and paused a moment as my eyes adjusted to the darker room. Gwen was moving towards the end where our beds where, I could see that her t-shirt and boxers were in a small heap with my underwear.
Without hesitation I ducked my head and followed her. When I arrived, my eyes had adjusted and I could see her lying on her bed mat, her legs separated and her hand sliding over her glistening lower lips. I could smell her heat, feel it radiating from her and I wanted nothing other than to bury my granite pillar deep within her depths.
A moment later I moved over her. Her arm snaked around my neck and drew me in for a deep kiss full of passion, lust, and yearning. She wanted me like she had never wanted a man before. She wanted all of me in her, buried to the hilt, pressing against her womb. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent. It seemed as though we were trying to suck the souls from each other. The hunger was so vital.
Her free hand slid down my chest and abs searching for my rock-hard member. She found it and pulled me towards her womanhood. I felt her desire as she wet the tip of me with her own juices before pulling it to the entrance of her.
I pressed forward and was enveloped in hot, wet slickness. She squeezed my length as it penetrated deeper, eliciting a deep growling from deep within me. I pushed harder, deeper until I was completely inside her, pressing against the walls of her womb. We both groaned loudly as I paused, impaled on her clenching cunt. I slowly pulled back and felt the cooler air on the slick wetness left on me.
Gwen’s eyes had changed from soothing blue to burning sockets full of desire. Her lips moved but I could not make out what she was saying. When I pressed forward again, she pulled me close to her and put her lips against my ear. Only then could I hear what she had been mumbling.
“Oh Lance, I love you! I’ve always loved you.” She cooed into my ear. “Why haven’t you noticed before? Why did it take so long?” She paused as I pulled out again and thrust right back in.
“It doesn’t matter,” she continued. “You’re mine now. Mine forever. However long this world let’s us survive, you’re mine.”
I continued stroking my cock deep into her tight pussy, her velvet inner walls caressing and squeezing my length. Her hips began to answer my thrusts as she neared orgasm, the squeezing becoming even more pronounced, rhythmic. Her mouth fell open, her eyes narrowed as she pushed herself onto me more urgently.
A low moan emanated from her, it sounded as if it came from somewhere deep within. It was primal, unexpected, and utterly erotic. I felt my balls tighten in preparation of spilling my seed and joined her in moaning out my pleasure. We locked eyes, hers hungry, smoldering and mine mirroring.
What had begun soft and sweet had escalated to the rutting of two people starved of conjugal release. We both moaned, grunted, and cried out.
I slammed into her tight, wet cunt mercilessly and she met every stroke. Her finger gripped my back, digging the nails into my flesh as I felt her entire body tense. Her cunt gripped my cock so tightly it was difficult to force it inside of her, but the slick natural lubricant we were both supplying allowed passage.
Gwen’s threw her head back, a strangled, gurgling sound slipping from her open mouth as her body began to convulse violently.
“C-c-cumming!” she managed as her eyes rolled back in her head and the convulsions continued.
My cock lurched and suddenly I was awash in bolts of lightning. I erupted into her womb, spurt after spurt of hot cum emptying from my heavy balls into the inferno between her legs. By rote I continued to fuck myself into her as she desperately tried to get more of me inside her.
“Oh God, oh God, of God,” she chanted hoarsely while she humped her overflowing pussy onto me. Her smooth abdomen pulsing with the spasms wracking her body.
After what felt like minutes of my cock spraying her cunt walls with my spunk it gave one last feeble spasm and I fell atop my panting sister.
We lie that way, panting to catch our breath, sweat pouring from our bodies for a long time my cock still inside her, occasionally twitching and setting of shivers in us both.
After a while, I rolled to lie beside my still panting sister and looked over at her. In the dim light I could see that her eyes were closed, a blissful smile was pasted on her face. The sweat from our exertions glistened giving her face an ethereal glow. As I gazed at the angel beside me, her eyes opened, she shifted to lie on her side facing me.
She leaned towards me and our lips met again, this time gently, sweetly, lovingly. Her eyes glistened with tears and spilled over. She sobbed loudly and reached for me, pulling me in close, breaking the kiss and burying her face in my neck.
“Oh, I love you,” she whispered over and over all the while gently kissing my neck and exploring my body with her hands. Her hands slid easily over my sweat slickened back and down to my bare ass. She gently squeezed each cheek before sliding back up my back.
Her hand slid around from my bum and slipped between our bodies. I felt her small hand encircle my semi-hard cock and she gently stroked it the left-over lubrication from our collision of bodies making it easy work.
In just moments her ministrations brought my manhood back to full mast. She lifted a leg over my torso and pushed herself up to sit atop me. The scant light from the hatch was behind her, casting a halo around her head before she leaned down and planted a flurry of kisses on my face. Her kisses moved down until she came to my nipples and flicked her tongue over each before sucking them both.
“Oh Gwen,” I moaned loudly, my hips rising from the ecstasy she was giving me. After a moment she slid down my body further, trailing kisses over my abs, through the forest of my pubic hair and up the length of my rigged member.
When she reached the top of my twitching cock, she kissed the tip and began to swirl her tongue around it as if licking an ice cream cone. Her tongue felt like it was electrically charged. Jolts of intense pleasure leapt from it to my pulsing rod.
After what I was sure was a half hour, she slowly slid her mouth down my cock taking it all the way to the balls. One hand gently tweaked my nipple while the other had settled on my balls, slowly rolling them like meditation balls. She reversed and slid up exposing my wet cock to the cooler evening air as her scarlet curls hung around it like vines hanging from a tree.
I closed my eyes, losing myself to the sensations her mouth was providing. For long minutes she alternately engulfed and exposed my manhood, finally she released me and slid herself forward.
I could feel the wetness of her sliding up my leg as she straddled me and squatted over my cock. Slowly she lowered herself, I felt myself press against cunt, still oozing cum from our previous coupling, and slowly push aside her outer lips, her inner lips, and finally slide into the inferno of her womanhood.
When her pelvis rested fully on mine, she reversed and slowly slid up my shaft only to reverse again when just the head remained surrounded by her heat. She continued like this, for stroke after stroke. The sensation washed over me as I could tell they were in her as well.
I reached up and gently grabbed her breasts, sliding my palms over the sweat-slicked nipples, feeling them stiffen with the attention. I closed my fingers around her globes and caressed them as she continued to slowly move up and down my cock.
Her mouth dropped open and her breath began coming in ragged inhalations as she increased the speed of her hips. I could feel the beginning of spasms rippling along the walls of her velvet glove as my cock twitched within her. She pumped up and down on me faster, harder, more urgently.
“Cum in me brother,” she gasped as her climax took hold of her, she threw her head back and wailed her pleasure to the stars outside the open hatch. Her hips hunched on me faster, her grip clenching me like a smooth, wet vise.
I quickly slid my hands to her hips and pushed her down on myself harder. My cock gave a lurch and began pulsing jets of my hot jism into my sister once more. Rope after rope of sperm shot up into her, so much that her already full cunt could not contain it and white drops began oozing out only to be whipped into a froth by our colliding bodies.
When our bodies finally stopped spasming she fell forward on my, her head beside mine, hair spreading across my face, her hands on either side of me. I was still inside of her and could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her cunt.
The last thing I felt that night was a trickle of our cum slide down my balls and drip onto her sleeping pad. After that I heard the soft sound of her sleeping and I slipped into slumber still inside her.
I awoke to the bright light of daylight streaming through the still open hatch and the sound of helicopters overhead. Gwen’s eyes flew open as she heard the sound as well and she quickly slid off me, my flaccid cock slipping from the warmth of her cunt.
I scrambled to the hatch to close it before the V Squad chopper could see it and discover our hiding place. As I reached for the handle I looked up and realized it was too late. Troops were sliding down a rope suspended from the copter to the roof above the hatch. Within seconds the first V Squad trooper reached the opening and grabbed me under my arms.
As I was pulled from the now compromised safety of our attic hideout, I saw the look on Gwen’s face. It was equal parts shock and horror.
“I’m sorry, I love you,” I managed to mouth to her as I was yanked onto the roof and into the bright sunlight.
Another trooper dropped through the hatch, and I heard Gwen scream. I struggled against the brute holding me and heard the crackle of a Taser just before my body convulsed and the bright light of day evaporated.