I am Virus
James arrived exhausted back home, an experiment caused an explosion and after some initial investigation he was let go; he knew his job there was done, worst of all, the mix that caused all of that mess was not even his. He pulled the orange juice from the fridge and drank the last of it straight from the carton.
A few minutes later, his stepsister Cynthia walked into the kitchen. She leaned into the fridge, giving him a perfect view of her round ass in tiny shorts. When she turned around and caught him staring, she frowned.
“Man, did you finish my orange juice?”
She snatched the juice from his hand and downed what was left. She was in the middle of complaining at him when she suddenly froze. Her eyes went blank for a second, then she blinked rapidly, looking around like she didn’t recognize the kitchen.
She glanced down at her own chest and grabbed her tits with both hands.
“What the fuck?!”
James just stared, confused.
Cynthia looked up at him, eyes wide. “Cynthia?” she asked. James raised an eyebrow, “The heck are you talking about, woman?”
But she was already walking toward him, touching his face, then running her hands down his chest until she reached his cock over his pants. Her eyes widened. She quickly slipped her other hand into her own shorts and between her legs.
“Fucking hell… I’m Cynthia!”
James frowned, thinking aloud "And... are you not supposed to be Cynthia?" he asked as he looked puzzled at his stepsister, who started pulling off her loose shirt revealing her red lace bra.
“I... no… but if you’re me… then who am I?” she muttered, looking confused and with lust in her eyes as she saw her breasts. She looked at James with sudden realization. “Quick, ask me anything about me!” She told James, he stuttered “ahmm I… how old is your mom?” Cynthia tilted her head “no idiot! Something personal only Cynthia should know!…. Wait”, she paused with realization “no… ask me anything only I… well you, James should know!”
Still confused, James asked, “What’s the name of my boss?”
Cynthia was already pulling down her shorts as she answered “Claudia Collins… and maybe she won’t be your boss for too long” She said as she kicked her shorts towards James, his eyes looked at her with confusion and surprise, then she continued “and you think Caroline, Cynthia's mom, is hot”. Cynthia said while caressing her breasts over the fabric of her bra, nipples already poking through, and she added “but not just Caroline, also Cynthia… or me should I say?”
James’s eyes widened. “Wait… you’re me?”
She nodded, struggling to reach behind her back. “I think so. Or at least I was until a few minutes ago. I was drinking the orange juice and the next thing I know I have Cynthia’s tits!”
Cynthia replied while she kept trying to unclasp her bra, James noticed and did it for her. “Ahh much better”, Cynthia said.
“But how?” James asked while caressing her body, hovering the tips of his fingers over her skin. “Da' fuck I know how dude!... God is so strange hearing her voice when I talk and even weirder seeing me walking around.” James walked back in front of Cynthia and looked into her eyes, she looked back at him and both shouted in realization.
“The explosion!”
Somehow, James’s bodily fluids now carried a virus. If someone came in contact with any fluid from James, they would become, for lack of a better scientific term, a clone of him.
Cynthia’s body now belonged to James. They didn’t waste any time.
James pushed “Cynthia” against the kitchen counter and kissed her hard. She moaned in that familiar voice but with his own filthy energy behind it. He pulled off the rest of her clothes and dropped to his knees, spreading her legs and burying his tongue in her pussy. She tasted incredible. She grabbed his hair and ground against his face, panting and cursing just like he would.
“Fuck, this body is sensitive as hell,” he groaned in Cynthia’s sweet voice. “No wonder she was always so uptight.”
James stood up, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. He freed his cock and thrust into her from behind in one smooth motion. She was tight, wet, and perfect. He fucked her hard and fast, one hand gripping her hip while the other reached around to rub her clit, the way he had fantasized doing it to his stepsister.
Cynthia moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “Fuck! That feels good.”
He pounded into her until her legs shook and she came with a loud, broken cry, her pussy clenching around him. James didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through the orgasm, then pulled out and turned her around so she could suck him. She dropped to her knees without hesitation, taking him deep into her mouth with sloppy, eager enthusiasm.
They moved to her bedroom. James fucked her in every position he could think of, missionary so he could watch her tits bounce, cowgirl so she could ride him while he squeezed her ass, and finally prone bone so he could pin her down and rail her deep and rough.
When he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt and filled her with thick ropes of cum. She moaned the whole time, loving every second of it.
They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring her body together, from both the inside and the outside, until they heard their parents’ car pull into the driveway.
They had to pretend everything was normal for the rest of the evening.
But that night, long after everyone had gone to bed, the door to James’s room quietly opened.
Cynthia slipped inside wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, locked the door behind her, and smiled.
“Round two?”
Cynthia and James, or rather both James, awoke on his bed, satisfied and sticky, then James-Cynthia asked, “you think this was a one time event? Think it's contagious?” She said as she cupped her perfect breasts.
“We should analyze my saliva.” James suggested, so they took a sample and used his overpriced microscope and saw on its screen what they suspected was the virus, then also analyzed a sample from Cynthia’s mouth, same result. They would have to be very careful or this could get out of control.
Later downstairs while having breakfast they met Robert and Caroline, faking their normalcy through their morning routine, their respective parents too busy getting ready to notice that James kept glancing at his clone inside Cynthia’s body, already thinking about how would they spend their day.
Robert, James' dad, left the house, kissing his wife goodbye. James was already back upstairs just waiting for them to leave. Caroline was getting ready when she leaned to kiss her daughter goodbye, on her lips as she had done her whole life, Cynthia-James eyes widened in surprise.
“Fuck, no! Caroline!” She exclaimed as her mom raised an eyebrow “You ok darling? You’ve never called me by my…” Caroline stopped mid sentence, stood still for a little then blinked, her eyes landing on Cynthia.
“Holy shit! Again?!” Caroline shouted, no longer with her usual calm and soft way of speaking. Cynthia simply nodded, “Welcome to the club I guess… mom?” she said while shrugging.
James was finally coming downstairs to meet his Cynthia clone, wearing only his boxers expecting their parents to be already gone, but found the image of Cynthia stepping around her mother as they both explored Caroline’s curves, Cynthia landed behind her mother, her hands already unbuttoning her shirt while kissing her neck.
Caroline looked at James with a grin on her face he had never seen her do, “Hey me”, she said casually as she opened her pencil skirt, letting it fall down her silky legs.
“Wait, for real?”, James asked, his dick already growing inside his boxers, the two women giggled without breaking apart from enjoying their bodies. They would spend the whole day pleasuring each other, James finally enjoying the milf body of his stepmom and continuing to savor the fit shape of his stepsister.
They started in the living room. James fucked “Cynthia” on the couch while “Caroline” watched and touched herself, then joined in. Caroline’s mature, curvy milf body felt incredible wrapped around his cock. She rode him while Cynthia sat on his face, grinding her wet pussy against his tongue. The two women kissed sloppily above him, both of them moaning in voices that didn’t match their usual personalities.
They moved to the kitchen next. James bent Caroline over the counter and fucked her hard while Cynthia dropped to her knees and licked his balls and Caroline’s clit at the same time. Later, Cynthia rode him on the kitchen counter while Caroline now sat on his face, smothering him with her thick ass and pussy.
By afternoon they had moved upstairs. James took turns fucking both of them in his parents' bed, missionary, doggy, and prone bone, while the two women made out and played with each other’s bodies. At one point Caroline was eating Cynthia’s pussy while James fucked her from behind. The sight of his stepmom’s face buried between his stepsister’s legs while he railed her was almost too much.
By evening they were all exhausted, starving, covered in cum and sweat, and sprawled across the bed.
They knew they would have to pretend everything was normal when Robert came home.
When Robert walked through the door, the house smelled… off. Sweet, musky, and strangely heavy. But the table was set with Chinese food, and his family was already waiting for him with smiles. He didn’t think much of it.
During dinner, he noticed the three of them exchanging glances that felt a little too frequent. Caroline seemed different too, brighter, more energetic, and oddly playful. Even the way she laughed and spoke felt slightly off, but Robert brushed it aside. Maybe they were planning a surprise for his upcoming birthday.
Later that night, in their bedroom, Robert pulled Caroline close from behind and started kissing her neck. She stiffened for a second, then melted against him with a soft moan.
“Da... Honey…” she breathed, “just don’t kiss me tonight, okay? I might be coming down with something… don’t want you catching it.”, Robert agreed as he kept undressing who he thought was his wife.
What followed was the best sex they’d had in years.
Caroline was insatiable. She pushed Robert onto the bed and climbed on top of him, riding him with a hunger and skill he had never seen from her before. She moaned loudly, grinding her hips and squeezing her own breasts as she bounced on his cock. Robert gripped her ass, watching in awe as his normally reserved wife fucked him like a woman possessed.
They switched positions often. He bent her over the bed and took her from behind, pounding into her while she begged for more. Then he laid her on her back and fucked her deep and slow, watching her face twist in pleasure. When he went down on her, licking and sucking her clit with enthusiasm, Caroline’s thighs trembled around his head.
She came hard, grinding against his tongue and flooding his mouth with her juices.
Robert kept licking through her orgasm, but suddenly froze.
“Fuck, Dad... don’t stop!” Caroline cried out.
The room went silent.
Robert slowly pulled back, his face glistening. He looked up at her with wide eyes. Robert stared at his wife for a few seconds, then he blinked and said "Fuck! I came on your face!". Caroline leaned her head to watch her husband with a puzzled face, "What?", she asked, still panting from the pleasure flowing through her.
“Well… I did have this pussy a few seconds ago,” Robert said, wiping his mouth. “And now we know it’s not just through saliva.”
Caroline stared at him, then let her head fall back onto the mattress with a groan.
“Guess we’re alone now,” she muttered.
The original Robert was gone. Just like the original Caroline. Just like the original Cynthia.
Now there were only James, three minds gone, replaced by his own. And for the first time, James realized he might actually have to become his own family unless he found a cure for the virus.
Robert, now another version of him, was already crawling back between Caroline’s legs, spreading them open again with a familiar, hungry grin.
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