Love Train

Epilogue

Outbreak Day One

Carol

"...traffic on the M8 towards Edinburgh is at a standstill due to an incident at Edinburgh Waverley station. Local authorities are advising you to stay at home, essential journeys only folks. Nothing's moving on Princes Street..."

Carol hit the switch on the radio. "Why don't they tell us something we don't know?"

She hadn't moved further than a mile in the last hour. Up ahead, she could see the blue lights dancing across the downtown buildings around the train station.

She checked the time again. Their train would be due any minute now. Larry would hold it against her if she wasn't on time. He treated all his relationships like business transactions. One of the many reasons their marriage hadn't worked out.

Carol slammed her fist into the steering wheel, forcing the car horn into a violent burst. "Hurry yourselves up, will ye!"

It was their daughter's birthday. Nineteen. Old enough to decide where she wanted to live. Unsurprisingly, she'd chosen not to stay with Larry. In the end, everyone did.

"...fuck this."

Carol wrenched the steering wheel to nine-o-clock and swung the Mini into a taxi bay. She'd walk from there. Let them give her a ticket, what did she care. She was getting her baby girl back.

Ellie & Larry

"...I want to feel it, to feel you, oh fuck...I want you to cum with me, in me, oh fuck, I want it...I want...I want...I want my daddy!"

Ellie felt her daddy kiss the entrance to her womb and she held him there, completely buried in her clutching cunt, as the first stream of hot, molten cream erupted through her cervix with a violent splash, coating her spongy walls with baby batter.

Larry cried out in warning, "Ellie!"

"I want it, Daddy! Cum for me, fill me!"

Shuddering through her own climax, Ellie ground down harder, pushing her daddy's dick tighter to her deepest recesses as the second spurt of gooey gunge blasted the ceiling of her cunt. Her own thick droplets of syrup rained down on Larry's lap, soaking into his dark mat of pubic hair, as the final jets of his jizz bloated his daughter's belly.

Ellie collapsed against him, her blonde hair muffling his gasping breaths as she quivered through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Did you just really cum inside me?"

Larry's heart dropped. She had begged him to, hadn't she? Or was that merely sex talk? Had post-orgasmic clarity made her realise what a mistake she'd made? Had he ruined his fragile relationship with his daughter for good? He felt himself wilting inside her.

"I...I'm sorry, sweetie. I thought that...I don't know what I was thinking, I..."

"Shh...S'okay, I wanted it. It feels good. Better than good. It feels fucking amazing. My daddy's cum is swishing around inside me and I love it."

The petite blonde gyrated on Larry's lap to make her point, giggling as his huge load swirled around inside her.

"Christ, Ellie, what are we going to do now?"

Larry's little pocket rocket squeezed her pelvic floor muscles, tightening her cunts grip on his daddy-dick. "Oh, I've got a couple of ideas."

"What about your mom? She'll skin me alive."

"You shouldn't be thinking about your ex-wife, not when you've got your big daddy dong inside your daughter."

He had to be dreaming. These words couldn't really be coming out of his little girl's mouth. A chill ran down his spine as a wave of post-nut clarity hit him like a bucket of ice water.

"And the infection! Ellie, we need to get out of here!"

Larry pushed his insensible daughter away from him and swung his vision towards the adjacent seats where the lecherous zombie had been ogling their performance.

The seats were empty. He was gone. The danger had passed.

"It worked, Daddy. We tricked it."

"Don't speak too soon, sweetie. Something is happening further down the carriage. I don't think we're out of hot water yet."

"Maybe we should do it again, y'know, to make sure they don't come back?"

Larry gave an involuntary groan as his daughter kneaded his softening cock with her supple pussy.

"Ellie, sweetie, this is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this."

"But we did. You fucked your daughter. Do you have any idea how hot that is? Fuck, Daddy, my clit is throbbing just saying it. You fucked your daughter. And it was perfect. My daddy's cock is perfect. Oh Daddy, I think..." Ellie's hand slipped between their bodies, her fingers seeking out the little button begging to be touched, "...I think, oh fuck, I think I need more. Please, Daddy, fuck me again. Fuck your baby girl."

Ellie gyrated her hips in her daddy's lap, slowly coaxing his cock back to life as her fingers strummed her needy clit.

"Ellie...stop...we shouldn't..."

With a herculean effort of will, Larry lifted his daughter off his cock. Ellie whimpered at the sudden emptiness, scowling down at the daddy-dick shining with their combined juices. Her well-used cunt queefed and a thick globule of creamy cum dropped from her gaping hole onto Larry's semi.

"What the heck, Daddy?"

"Sweetie, we shouldn't be doing this. Don't get me wrong, I've thought about it, what daddy hasn't, but I never believed I'd actually do it," Larry's head turned away from his freshly fucked daughter, "your mom was right, I really am a terrible father. I'm sorry."

Ellie took her father's face in her hands and forced him to meet her gaze. "Nuh-uh. Don't you say that. What we just did was fucking perfect. You've made a lot of mistakes in the past butthatwasn't one of them. So don't you dare apologise. It should bemewho's apologising for being such a brat these past years."

"Sweetie, don't--"

"-- no, Dad, I've been awful. And I'm going to make it up to you, starting right now. I'm going to do what all good daughters should," Ellie's eyes twinkled mischievously, "I'm going to clean up my mess."

Before Larry could stop her, Ellie slipped backwards onto the floor at Larry's feet. Her perfectly formed tits were forced upwards by the crop-top Larry had yanked downward in his rush of lust and now stood proudly just in front of his slick dick.

"It's okay, Daddy. You can look. I want you to watch."

With that, the bubbly blonde dipped her head forward and dragged her tongue from the root of Larry's cock to the very tip, scooping up the pearl of cum she'd spilt on the way. When she reached his sensitive tip, her lips closed around it, enveloping his crown in her warm, cum-filled mouth. Larry could feel his own semen swirling around his cock, so recently deposited into his daughter, and now bathing his frenulum in its silky heat.

"Holy crap, sweetie, what are you...oh shit..."

Ellie silenced her daddy's protests by forcing his cock deep into her mouth with a swift, easy movement that brought most of his length into the tight embrace of throat. Spit and semen bubbled from her lips, seeping down to the base of his stiffening shaft.

"Ellie, sweetie, stop..."

No one had done this to him in years. Certainly not with such enthusiasm. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been deep throated, if ever.

Ellie gasped for breath as she wrenched her daddy's cock from her throat. Her dainty hand smoothly jacked the rigid spear of meat while she recovered her breath, eliciting a reluctant groan of pleasure from Larry.

"Damn, Daddy, you taste as good as you fuck. I'm going to want this daddy-dick for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," Ellie fluttered her big blue eyes at Larry as she rubbed his firm cock across her lips and cheeks, "But right now, I want you to fuck me again. Will you do that, Daddy? Will you fuck your little girl?"

What could Larry do against such a force of temptation? If he was going to be damned, he might as well be double damned.

"Get up, Ellie."

"Daddy?"

"Don't argue."

Her daddy's stern tone excited and scared Ellie. She stood and Larry scootched sideways into the aisle.

"Get on the seat, Ellie. On your knees."

"Y...yes, Daddy."

Ellie climbed onto the seat recently occupied by her daddy and faced the window.

"Hands against the window. Lean forward."

"Yes, Daddy," Ellie obliged, thrusting her butt back towards Larry.

"You've been teasing me with this butt for months, haven't you? Flaunting it round the house, trying to get my attention, trying to get a rise."

Ellie wiggled her magnificent rump at her daddy, wishing he'd hurry up and fuck her. "I saw you sneaking peeks."

"I don't want to peek anymore, sweetie. Daddy wants to watch those perfect cheeks jiggle while he fucks you."

"Oh fuck, yes, whatever you want, Daddy."

Larry flipped his daughter's tiny skirt over her bronzed globes, following the thin strip of pale skin that led from a small triangle at the base of her spine to the deep valley between her cheeks, revealing the outline of the minuscule bikini she'd been sunbathing in the previous week.

He'd spent an hour that day, watching from the window of his study, as Ellie periodically rubbed tanning oil onto those firm mounds, fantasising it was his hands massaging that teen tush, his fingers dipping into that alluring ravine.

But he didn't have to imagine any longer. With one hand he directed his cockhead to Ellie's oozing pussy, with the other he spread those tremendous orbs.

"Yes, Daddy, that's it, give it to me, fuck yes, put it back in me, please, oh fuck, please fuck me."

Ellie let out a shriek of pleasure as Larry rammed his thick daddy-dick up to the hilt, balls deep, into her wanting hole.

"Give it to me, Daddy, give it to me hard. I want it. Please, I waited so long for it. Fuck me, fuck your little girl, fuck my mouth, my pussy, my ass, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!"

Carol

"Excuse me, officer, what's going on?"

Overworked and underpaid, the police officer sighed and tried his best to be civil. "Nothing for you to worry about, m'am. Everything is under control."

Carol peered over the police officer's shoulder, where his colleague was extending a police barrier across the entrance to the train station.

"I'm expecting my daughter. She's due any minute."

"The station is closed, m'am."

"But it's her birthday."

The police officer pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. It was going to be a long day. "I'm sure we'll have this all cleared up in no time. If you could just..."

"...please, officer, she's moving to live with me. She's coming all the way up from London."

"London?"

Something on the police officer's face made Carol's heart drop. "Yes, the 10:49 train."

There it was again - a widening of the eyes, a whitening of the cheeks. The police office cleared his throat.

"Is there a problem with the 10:49 train?"

"Uh, m'am, if you could just step back, uh, I'm sure..."

A mother's intuition is a powerful thing. At that moment, every cell in Carol's body was screaming at her with a warning. Something was wrong. Her child needed her.

Without hesitating, she step stepped the police officer and ducked under the yellow barrier tape.

"M'am!"

Ignoring the weary officer's half-hearted cry, she ran into the terminal with a quick glance at the arrivals board. There it was, the 10:49 from London, due any minute, at platform six.

Carol sprinted across the empty terminal, the heavy footsteps of the police officer receding behind her. Barely registering the strange figures in hazmat suits congregating on platform six, she vaulted the barriers to the platform, deaf to the shouted warnings, knowing, no,feeling, that her daughter was in peril, as the 10:49 train pulled into the station ahead of her, drawing alongside, slowing, stopping, delivering whatever was inside to the unsuspecting population of Edinburgh.

She skidded to a stop as the train crawled to a halt next to her. A flurry of activity in the first carriage caught her eye. Figures contorted into bewildering shapes, flashes of writhing bodies between the seats.

"What the...?"

The train finally lost all momentum, sitting still, exhaling like a vast, iron beast. And there, in the window directly in front of Carol, was her daughter.

"Ellie?"

The tiny blonde was pressed against the window, her breasts squished obscenely against the glass, her eyes crossed, her tongue extended, spittle and something else, something creamy and thick, oozing down her chin, as she rocked rhythmically against the man thrusting into her from behind.

Not just any man. A man Carol knew all too well.

Mai & Seo-jun

The place where Mai's consciousness resided was outside of time, outside of space. In the darkness, she was alone with her memories. Memories of the night she'd found her step-brother's underwear, the warm load it contained, the pleasure of his slickness on her skin.

"I...want..."

Words and sounds filtered through to that deep refuge, muffled as though heard through water, their origin uncertain.

"I...want..."

Was that her voice? It sounded like her voice. But if that was her voice...no. Better not to think. Better to sink into her memories of Seo-jun. The kiss they'd shared. The tenderness in his voice when he'd revealed that he'd wanted her to find his underwear.

"...Mai...sorry, Mai..."

His voice. He sounded close. But that was impossible. She had sacrificed herself to buy him time to escape, to escape from...no. Better not to remember that.

"...I'm sorry, Mai...I want...I want..."

She had to be dreaming. It was a fantasy. Nothing more. Don't hope, just enjoy it.

"...I want to fuck you, little sister."

Light.

Air.

She was surfacing, breaking through the water, gasping.

She was on the 10:49 train to Edinburgh.

She remembered. Remembered giving herself to the creatures, remembered their pawing hands on her body, their hugely swollen cocks opening her, their drooling pussies smothering her. She remembered it all.

"Oh fuck, Mai, can you feel it, can you feel me? I'm sorry, Mai, I couldn't resist, you feel...fuck...you feel better than I imagined."

Her eyes gradually focused on the shape looming over her. Her mind reeled. It wasn't possible.

"Seo-jun?"

"Mai? Is that you?"

The shape moved. Mai felt something inside her, drawing through her well-used pussy, sliding with ease through the mess deposited by the infected rugby players.

"Seo-jun! I...I...I can feel you..."

She was on her back on a table. Her stepbrother was standing between her thighs, his hands gripping her waist, as his hips rocked back and forth towards her. The movement stopped at her words.

"Don't...don't stop..."

"Oh god, Mai, I thought I'd lost you!"

With startling ease, her stepbrother scooped her up and held her to his chest. She felt the thing inside her throb as it slipped through her, never once leaving her clutching cunt.

"Seo-jun...am I...am I dreaming?"

"I came back for you, Mai. I couldn't leave you to get...to get ravaged by those beasts, not without trying, I couldn't abandon you, because..."

She felt the thing inside her pulse and throb. Her dazed mind didn't dare to hope, didn't dare to consider it too closely, in case the apparition vanished.

"...because I love you, sis."

Mai pulled her face from the crook of his neck and gazed into her brother's eyes.

"You're inside me, aren't you?"

Seo-jun nodded.

"Is this real?"

He nodded again.

"You could have been infected."

"I had to try. I had to try to save you. I couldn't think of another way. And...and I wanted you, Mai. Iwantyou. When I saw the things they were doing to you, the things you were doing to them, I...I was jealous. I wanted to be your first."

Mai gave an experimental clench of her pussy and whimpered as it tightened around the brother-dick stretching her insides.

"Oh, Seo-jun. I wanted that too. But it doesn't matter. I'm yours, always, forever. You'll be my last."

He held her to his chest, ignoring the fluids splattered across her body.

"I love you, Mai."

"I love you, brother," Mai whispered, "now claim me. Fuck me like you should have fucked me years ago."

The virus couldn't have made Seo-jun any horny than he was at that moment. Dropping the nymphet onto the table, he began fucking her with abandon, his balls slapping into her ass, bottoming out with her hole grasping to the base of his dick.

Mai craned her head forward to watch her brother plunder her pussy, momentarily stunned at the state of her body. The infected had done a number on her.

Cum and squirt stained every part of her skin. Deep bruises and red welts marked her breasts and thighs. The only item of clothing left on her body was a ripped and soiled pair of Hello Kitty panties that had been yanked ruthlessly aside and bunched in the crease of her thigh.

"Oh Mai, you feel so fucking good, I can't stop, fuck, so good."

"Don't stop, brother, I want...I need you...you saved me, your big, perfect cock saved me...oh god...you fucked me back to life, you own me now, forever, I'm yours...oh fuck...don't stop...never stop fucking me..."

All the previous loads were splattering out of her, raining down on Seo-jun's thighs each time he bottomed out inside her, but he didn't care. He'd fuck the cum right out of her and fill her up again, this time with his seed, he'd claim her.

"I'm close...brother, I'm so close...I'm going to cum...cum on your cock...oh fuck..."

His thrusts were relentless, animalistic, raw power and speed.

"Fuck, sis, me too, I'm gunna..."

"Do it! Cum for me," Mai begged, "cum with m...in me, cum inside your sister! Cum in your sister's pussy!"

With an almighty shudder, Seo-jun buried himself to the hilt in his sister's spasming hole and began to spurt inside her. Simultaneously, Mai's back arched off the table, her tiny, cum-soaked tits thrusting towards him, before snapping back violently as she exploded in a fit of spasms.

"Oh, fuck, fuck yes, fuck yes!"

Mai's own cries were unintelligible. Smutty gibberish spilt from her lips, escalating with each pulse of hot brother-cream that gushed into her unprotected womb. Seo-jun pinned her to the table, holding himself as deep as he could, emptying every last drop into his twitching sister.

Eventually their pleasure subsided. For a moment, she lay there like a plate of quivering jelly, her brother panting over her as his softening cock slowly slipped from her hole.

When he finally popped out with a wet squelch, Mai bent forward to admire his handiwork. A shining pearl of her brother's spunk pooled at her gaping opening, teetering on the edge. Before it could spill out of her, Mai hooked her finger into her bunched panties and pulled them over her puffy, gooey pussy.

"Fuck, Mai, that was..."

"Better than pickle in my cereal."

"Huh?"

"Doesn't matter," Mai laughed, rubbing the cum-soaked fabric of her panties against her tingling sex, "but from now on, I want all your loads in my underwear. Or your underwear. Doesn't matter, as long as I'm wearing them."

Seo-jun gazed down at his ruined sister and shook his head with a gentle laugh.

"You're weird, sis, you know that? But I love you."

"Do we have a deal?"

"We have a deal."

The End

Love Train Ch. 07

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