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Grierson finally sat forward,

meeting me energy-to-energy as he kept my gaze locked in. "And yet, here
we are, Mr. Black. We can either come up with a deal, or I swear to Christ and
all the Saints that the government will seize this land for eminent domain
under the emergency provisions of the pandemic and you won't be able to do a
fucking thing about it."

"Sell, or die," I

said. "So you can build a 'resettlement camp?' Jesus Christ, yourself. If
you know so much about my family history, you know building a fucking 'camp' of
any sort on this land would be the absolute last thing I would bend over
for."

"I didn't say

'camp.'" Grierson said. "No matter what your Native, and Japanese,
forebears had to go through, listen to me; this is the farthest thing from
that."

I was 1/32nd native from my

father's side and 1/16th Japanese from my mother's side. Again, not the hardest
thing to dig up, but while I had the black hair of both those ancestries, I
mostly just looked like a tall white guy with a pretty generic last name. No
one ever assumed I was anything else in passing.

"What does that even

mean?" Erica asked.

"It means we aren't

building concentration camps," Grierson said, glancing over at her.
"We aren't building a reservation, or an internment camp, or any of the
other shitty things our and other governments have done to people." He looked
back at me again. "We're going to develop this land into a neighborhood.
The God damned fanciest kind of gated community you can think of. Big houses,
big properties, for people who do or did important work to settle in safety and
stability as we try to survive this shit show virus."

"None of this answers

why," I said. "Why should I agree to this? Why shouldn't I make it so
fucking annoying that you go find a different patch of land and leave me
alone?"

Grierson frowned, though I

had the feeling he'd been planning this from the start. He wanted me to work to
peel back the layers of information, to earn the answers because that would
make me believe them more. It would tick off boxes in my psychology and
experience. The fucking problem was even though I knew he was doing it, it was
also working. "Because you'd be saving lives," Grierson answered.
"Our pilot development down in California is called New Eden; the place is
only two-thirds built to starting specs, and we're already out of room on the
next five phases of development once it's opened. Now it's my job to set up the
next locations and get them rolling because our current projections are that
within the next six months, the death toll is only going to skyrocket. We can't
even get a grasp on what the numbers might reasonably be because the range is
so fucking staggering. Millions is the easy number, Mr. Black."

It was my turn to say it.

"Fuck."

"Now, you're not going

to hear that on the TV," Walters said. "You won't hear it from the
CDC, or the other health agencies. The only reason we are cleared to tell you
this is because folks in our circles have developed the preference to work with
reasonable people when they are useful. And also, who would fucking believe
you?"

"Here's our offer,"

Grierson said, pulling out a slip of folded paper from inside his suit jacket
and putting it on the coffee table. "That's the hard cash number we've
designated for this deal. No taxes. Straight transfer from us to you. There
will also be other perks, including homes inside the settlement for you and Mr.
Lacoste. Things are about to get really weird in the world. Have you heard
anything about the Tier system?"

"Nothing," I said,

but Leo spoke up.

"I saw some rumors. It's

supposed to be some kind of a terrifying triage, right?" he asked.
"Who's the most worthy kind of shit. People started protesting, but I
thought it got debunked."

Grierson nodded. "Oh, we

stopped the protests, but it's all too real. I won't hide it; I find the entire
thing absolutely un-American. It's the kind of shit the Chinese government
operates, but it is what it is."

Walters drained the last of

his coffee and set the mug onto the coaster on the coffee table politely.
"Suffice it to say, it's a sort of social karma system. The more important
you are to society, the more protections and comforts you're afforded as we
roll out our limited resources on quarantine defenses. There's 5 tiers, one
being the lowest and five the highest. Most of society will land in the 1's and
2's, including all three of you. This development we'll be building is mostly
going to house 3's and 4's. As part of the deal, we'll place Leo at tier 3 for
resettlement purposes, and you Harrison would be placed at tier 4 despite your
lack of qualification in the matter."

This entire conversation felt

like I was running downhill trying to keep up with an avalanche. "That
sounds an awful lot like a really great way to set up for corruption," I
said. "A fucking caste society? Really?"

"It's already

done," Grierson said. "Believe me, there were a lot of in-the-know
people against the idea. But it's the only idea that works in this situation.
We've gamed it out to the Nth degree. Leo, your description is pretty much the
best that we were able to make internally. We're triaging society to make sure
it stays together and can weather this hurricane."

"What would we tier at

without this?" Leo asked.

"Leo Lacoste,"

Grierson said, talking as if he were reading directly off of a portfolio even
though he rattled it off without referencing anything. "Positives: Early
thirties age bracket, relatively fit and healthy. Low-to-Mid career path;
carpentry skills of moderate qualification. No criminal record. Negatives: No
community investment. Likely rating: Tier 1."

"Harrison Black,"

he continued. "Positives: Early thirties age bracket, relatively fit and
healthy. Former military service including Military Police service, honorable
discharge at the rank of MP Investigations Special Agent, no known
psychological impacts. No criminal record. Negatives: No community investment,
null-rank career; freelance artist. Likely rating: Tier 1."

"To be fair, there is

a big question mark on your file that we couldn't fill," Walters said.
"Your honorable discharge happened mid-tour, without any reported
incidents or injuries. It's surprising you haven't been called back into at
least reserve service with the Emergencies Acts. A decent answer would probably
bump you up to tier two."

"I can't talk about

it," I said.

Erica snorted and rolled her

eyes, and both men looked at her.

"Erica," I warned

her.

"What?" she

demanded. "They just called you 'low tier,' Harri. If you're not going to
tell them then I will."

"I can't talk

about it," I said again.

"Harrison knocked out an

Air Force bigwig when he was an MP and stationed in Germany," Leo cut in.
"The guy was abusing and trying to blackmail a female subordinate into
sex. The only reason we know is because she tracked Harri down a few years ago
and we met her in a bar in Portland."

"The bigwig was politically

protected and nothing happened in the end," Erica said. "At least,
that's what she said. He got shuffled around, and Harrison got the boot."

"I got an honorable

discharge instead of a court martial for striking a very superior officer of a
different branch," I said. "And part of that deal was that I not
talk about it."

"Well that explains some

things," Grierson said. "It wouldn't change anything though. If you
were doing something more useful with your life than painting little pictures,
you might have made tier two or three without this offer."

"Says you," Erica

scoffed. "Art is useful. And important!"

Grierson pursed his lips

slightly. "Erica Lacoste. Not an official resident of the property, but I
know enough. Positives: Early thirties age bracket, relatively fit and healthy.
Negatives: Criminal record, including battery, two counts of public
drunkenness, and public urination. No community investment. Null rank career;
tattoo artist. Likely rating: Tier 1."

"Hey, fuck you

too," Erica said, and pointed her middle finger at Grierson, along with a
scowl to go with it. Honestly, none of that was surprising news about Erica for
me except for the Battery charge, I definitely needed to get that story
out of her.

"Okay, we get it,"

I said, interrupting what I had a feeling was about to become a degenerating
path of conversation. "You know about us. You do realize this is all a
little much, right? It comes across as insane."

"Of course it

does," Grierson sighed. "But a year ago, only bored analysts tripping
on LSD were asked to think about these kinds of situations. Now we're in it,
right in the damned middle of the clusterfuck."

"You should really look

at the offer," Walters said, gesturing to the folded paper I hadn't looked
into yet. It sat on the coffee table like an accusing finger pointed at me by
my father, and his father before him. How dare I even consider this?

"So it's a butt load of

cash," I said, still not opening the paper. "And we get treated like
what, royalty? And in exchange, I lose my family legacy."

"Royalty is a stretch;

you're selling us land, not curing cancer. We'll take care of you like valued
members of society. You'll also get early access to the vaccine," Grierson
said.

"There's a

vaccine?" Leo immediately asked. "Social media has been wild with
rumors but,”

"It's still

experimental," Walters said. "And undergoing trials. But it's
functioning, with some unconventional side effects. They're still doing
long-term tests down in California, but we're going to start rolling it out
down there any day now once the doctors are happy with the plan. That's how bad
we need it, FDA bullshit be damned."

I took a deep breath and let

it out slowly. "Flipside, stick. If I don't cut a deal, you'll use the
might of the US government to bend me over and rip my family legacy right out
of my ass."

"You got it. But like I

said, we prefer working with people. There's always a silver lining to making
friends," Walters said.

"Fuck," I said

again. Then I flipped one half of the paper open and looked at the number
written on the inside. There were a damn lot of zeros. "I need to call my
sister," I said. "But pending her approval, I'll lease it to you. All
560 acres, for a hundred years less a day; that's what people do, right? And
Leo and I get to pick where our houses are built."

"That's not how this

works," Walters said.

"It's my counter

offer," I said.

"Hold on," Grierson

said, raising a hand to his partner. He narrowed his eyes as he looked me over
again. He was a man who made judgment calls on the fly, despite his ability to
reel off memorized facts like he'd been living with them for years. I could
practically see the rusty old gears turning behind his grizzled facade.
"Fuck it," he finally said. "We need to survive the next six
months, year, five years and decade before anyone will be worrying about next
century. Make your call."

"You're really doing

this?" Leo asked me as I stood up and fished in my pocket for my cell.

"My family has had to

defend this land from everything and everyone except the federal
government," I said. "Up until now, they might be the only people who
haven't thought they had some claim to it. Obviously, this will all need to be
in writing before I make a final agreement, but look at the news; everything
they're saying makes some sort of terrible sense. And I'd rather get the carrot
than a stick so far up my ass it's tickling my brain stem."

I went outside to the porch

to make the call to Valerie, my older sister. It was quicker than I thought it
would be; Val and her husband Brad were hearing horror stories from their
nursing friends in the local hospitals, and she immediately understood the
position we were in. We hadn't always gotten along the best growing up, but if
Val had one thing it was a practical head on her shoulders. When I came back
inside, I nodded to Grierson. "Add in another house for my sister and her
family, and we've got a deal."

"In exchange for the

Lease, and the extra house," Walters said, "We're going to need your
help in identifying the landscape. I assume you know it fairly well; we'll want
you to walk our surveyors through to show any odd landscape elements, seasonal
issues like flood areas, that sort of thing."

"Done, as long as I can

point out the shit they shouldn't fuck with and they actually listen," I
said. "There are some pretty big old growth trees out there that would be
a fucking shame to cut down."

"I understand your

concerns, son," Grierson said, as he stood and offered his hand. "But
believe me when I say this; we aren't looking to build any high rises or pave
over the place. These developments are for people important to society for one
reason or another, and that means we're making sure to give them the best we
can. Landscape included."

One last deep breath and I

reached out and hovered my own hand near his. "In writing before it's
official."

"The contract will be

done by this afternoon and we'll email it over. Our lawyers work on our
timeline, not their own," he said and grasped my hand in his. We both had
larger hands than most, but I could immediately tell he had the grip of a man
made from the iron bones of a hard life. I'd like to think he felt the same in
my grip, but I had a feeling he'd shaken hands with much harder and scarier
people than me.

"When can we get

vaccinated?" Leo asked. "If we're going to be working with surveyors
and shit, shouldn't we all be as safe as we can?"

"We have a testing site

opening up in Portland as we speak, so it can get done as soon as possible,"
Walters said. "Though, as I mentioned, things are a little bit unorthodox
right now. Harrison and Leo, you'll need these codes. Get online this
afternoon, go to the website and fill out the questionnaire. It's extremely
important you are entirely truthful. Your answers will affect how your
tier ranking will play out for you as we roll it out over the next few months
across the west coast." He pulled out two business cards from a pocket,
each with their names, an URL and a twenty-five-digit passcode, and handed them
to Leo and me.

"What about me?"

Erica asked.

"Vaccination side

effects and implementation are different between men and women," Grierson
said. "Just like the virus is overly affecting men, the vaccine has
different effects. If you want your vaccine immediately, Miss Lacoste, you're
going to need to fly with us back up to Portland and attend the information
session this afternoon that some of our volunteer human guinea pigs are doing.
Then, if you agree to the risks and side effects, we can have you immunized as
soon as tomorrow morning."

Things moved quickly after

that. Erica went to pack an overnight bag and put on her 'going out into the
world' gear that she usually wore for grocery trips into town; she'd be put up
in a quarantine hotel while in Portland for the night before she returned the
next day. Within ten minutes she was ready to go and Walters was escorting her
out, and the helicopter was warming up its rotors with a whining hum in the
front yard.

"I'm glad you agreed to

the deal," Grierson said, offering his hand to me again, which I shook.
"You may not fully understand what you've agreed to yet, but when you do I
expect a more enthusiastic thank you. I get that the cash wasn't the important
factor with you, son. I grew up on a ranch in North Dakota, I know what family
land means. This place is going to do a lot of good for people."

"Are you managing the

development?" I asked, raising my voice to be heard over the rising thrum
of the helicopter.

"Not a chance," he

said. "It'll be managed by the Air Force, they've been spearheading with
the CDC on all these efforts. I'm just the pre-show, but I'll be around to
check in on the progress every once in a while, and do the problem solving
other people can't handle."

"What does that look

like?" I asked.

"Any way it needs

to," he grinned, and I saw the look that all veteran soldiers had. An
acceptance that violence could come easily into the life of a person, and that
they knew how to handle it when it came. "And don't be alarmed, but we've
already had a crew starting to widen your driveway down at the highway. They'll
work through the night and probably make it up here by tomorrow morning."

"What's the rush?"

I asked.

Grierson barked a laugh as he

started backing away from me towards the open helicopter door. Sour-puss lady
was leaning out, holding onto the door and looking like she was about to try
and scold Grierson for keeping them waiting. "Kid, in two weeks' time
there's going to be well over a thousand lumberjacks, construction workers,
surveyors and architects up here. Government moves slow, but OGA were designed
to do the opposite. Your life is about to get a little crazy, I'd strap
in."

I had too many questions to

even start one as Grierson hopped into the dark interior of the helicopter. The
door slammed, the motor whined at a higher pitch, and it leapt into the sky and
started heading north.

"Hey, does this

questionnaire strike you as way too fucking personal?"

"Hmm?" I asked. I

was sitting on the front porch with my laptop open, but I hadn't even keyed in
the website URL. Instead, I'd been sitting there for over an hour just looking
out at the trees, wondering if I'd just betrayed six generations of my family
in under thirty minutes.

"These questions,"

Leo said, holding up his own laptop. He'd stepped out the front door and had a
look of confusion plastered on his face. "It's like... sex stuff. Shit I
wouldn't talk to you about, let alone the government."

"What?" I asked.

"Are you sure you're on the right site? It's supposed to be about the tier
thing."

"Yeah, I'm sure. Dot-Gov

link and everything."

"Fucking OGA," I

grimaced.

"You and that Agent dude

kept saying that. What does it mean?"

I sighed. "Other

Government Agency. It's kind of a military meme for when someone from the CIA
doesn't want to say they are from the CIA. Or, if you're into conspiracies,
it's completely separate from the CIA but they're so secretive they don't even
have a name."

Leo just shook his head and

sighed before sitting down in the other deck chair. He joined me in looking out
at the forested hills that had surrounded us for the last five years.

"Did I fuck everything

up?" I asked him.

"What? No," he

said. "Well, I mean, it's hard to know. But no, I don't think so."

"This is all going to go

away," I said, gesturing out to the wilds that had been my childhood, and
our shared backyard. "My family has been on this land for over a hundred
and fifty years, and I just agreed to let the government wipe it out."

"It's not like you had

much of a choice, Harrison. Carrot and stick, like you said. And whether those
guys were CIA or something else, they definitely seemed to have a really big
fucking stick. They flew in on a damn helicopter."

"Still," I said.

"I feel like I'm selling out my childhood."

We talked for a while, reminiscing.

Leo let me tell some old family stories he'd already heard a half dozen times
before. We joked about the shit we'd gotten up to, living out in our backwoods
paradise.

"Maybe it's time for a

change," I sighed. "This was never going to last forever."

"Felt like it though,

didn't it?" Leo asked.

"Yeah, it did."

Poing! Leo's laptop, sitting forgotten, made a horrible

noise. He glanced at it, "Ah, shit. I timed out. Now I gotta start all
over again."

He started typing away, and I

finally opened my own laptop. The first thing I did was open my emails, and
sitting right at the top, already marked with an 'important' star, was the
email with the contract.

Everything is as

discussed. Print and sign, someone will be by tomorrow to collect. Make sure
you fill out the questionnaire!; Walters.

"Jesus," I

muttered. "They really are putting a lot of emphasis on this thing."

I opened up the website,

starting by filling out all the basic information. Then, just like Leo said, it
started to get weird. It was like filling out the most invasive and specific
dating app ever.

"I feel like they're

going to try and 3D Print me a girlfriend," Leo laughed at one point.

"Maybe it's

cloning," I snickered.

"That's fair. I wonder

if they can clone me an Angelina Jolie?"

"Gone in 60 Seconds

Jolie, or Wanted Jolie?" I asked.

He snorted. "Mr. and

Mrs. Smith Jolie will always be my peak. Or Tomb Raider."

"Ugh," I scoffed.

We went back and forth like

that, laughing at the ridiculousness of the questions and suggestions. The list
of kinks we were attracted to, or turned off by was immense. We had to help
each other even figure out what some of them were. I found myself ticking off
some that surprised me because I'd never considered them before but they
sounded hot. Other stuff I down voted hard, and I couldn't believe someone
would ever admit to the government that they were into them.

Hell, one of the suggested

kinks was the government. Who the fuck got hot under the collar about
bureaucracy and paperwork?

I mean, I guess someone

would, somewhere, or it wouldn't have been on the list.

"What did you put for

that last one?" Leo asked me as I was closing my laptop.

"The relationship style

scale?" I asked.

"Yeah. I put a full 10,

polyamory all the way. How hot would it be to be some sheikh with a harem of
ladies?"

"I went for a 6," I

said. "I'm not going to turn down a threesome or anything if that's what
my girl wants, but I'm also not into the idea of sharing with another
boner."

Leo shrugged, closing his

eyes and leaning back in his chair. "I don't know, my dude. The Agents did
say the world is changing. Maybe the norm will be great big orgies next year,
and we'll all be smashing like it's our jobs."

I snorted and smirked.

"Yeah, sure. Society threatens to collapse and we all devolve into Eyes
Wide Shut perverts."

"One can dream,"

Leo laughed.

We spent the evening starting

to pack. It was tough, since we weren't really sure what the actual plan was.
The contract fully outlined that we'd be getting new residences in the development,
which was being called 'Valhalla,' but it wasn't exactly clear what the
timeline was.

I pushed for Leo to get

packing sooner than later. My days in the military had me trained to expect
'hurry up and wait' to never mean waiting on the little guy, and right now we
were definitely the little guy.

We were woken up in the

middle of the night by the sound of machinery, and we got dressed and rode the
ATVs down the driveway. The gravel trail stretched about a half mile from the
highway up to the house, but we only made it around a couple of bends before we
came to the lights and action.

"Stop right there,"

someone with a megaphone called to us, and we pulled our rides to a halt and
cut the engines. "Who the fuck are you?" the voice asked.

"Harrison Black. You're

on my,” I had to stop myself. As of that evening, I'd signed the contract. It
wasn't mine anymore. "We live here," I corrected.

"Oh, it's you,"

said the voice. One of the workers stepped forward. He had on a big, bright
orange reflective vest, and had a clipboard in one hand and the megaphone in
the other. "Keep working, boys!" he shouted, and the machinery ground
into action again.

He approached us and stopped

about ten feet away, despite needing to shout to be heard over the machinery.
"Sorry about the noise. We've got orders to get this road done up to your
house by tomorrow."

"We heard," Leo

said.

"How does this all

work?" I asked. "Shouldn't you guys be in quarantine gear or
something?"

"We got tested twice

over the last two days in preparation for the job," the guy said.
"Everyone on the crew is clean, and we all damn well needed the work.
Fastest turnaround and the highest pay I've ever seen. Still, we're supposed to
keep our distance from anyone other than the team. You guys get tested?"

"No," I shouted

back. "But the Government guys who set this up didn't seem to care."

"Yeah, they did that

with us, too. Acted like they were immune. Hell, maybe they are," the
worker said. "You hear about what that idiot in the White House said
yesterday?"

We traded some stories we'd

heard. It was strange, usually Leo and I were pretty private with strangers,
but after so long in isolation with just each other and Erica, and the fucking
weird encounter with the Agents, it was nice to just shoot the shit with someone
new and normal. Even if it was shouting over the sound of machinery.

Williams was the foreman of

the operation that was clearing the trees to either side of the road. Another
crew was working behind them, and trucks were already dumping off heavy set
gravel at the entrance to widen it into a three-lane road. By morning they
expected to have all of the trees, stumps and all, ripped out and stacked up
for processing, and the driveway would be graded and levelled by lunch.

The speed at which the crew

worked was almost frightening. They were all experienced hands and did
everything safely, but it was clear that they were motivated. While we were
talking, Leo and I had to back up our ATVs twice to clear space for the crew to
move ahead.

Eventually, we said good

night to Williams and headed back up to the house. I went back to bed,
wondering if I'd made a terrible mistake.

True to their words, by the

time Leo and I woke up in the early morning, the clanging and crashing was just
fifty yards from the front door. We made a couple big pots of coffee and
brought it out to the guys, and one at a time they all walked over to the stump
we used as a table and poured it into their thermoses while we stayed back. I
had to make two more trips with more fresh coffee to cover everyone; in the
dark it had been hard to tell how many people were working stretched out along
the driveway. The clearing crew itself had to be thirty people, and a tired but
thankful Williams said the gravel grading and levelling crew was probably just
as big.

"I'm sure we'll see you

around," Williams called as the workers started packing up their equipment
and prepping their heavier machinery for transport. "Supposed to be lots
more work to do up here, yeah?"

"Guess so," I

called back. "Where are you guys headed now?"

"They set us up in a

motel about 20 minutes south. We've got guys on the crew from all over; they
recruited all of us to fly out for this work, all expenses paid. Gotta tell
you, it felt like hitting the lottery after sitting around in quarantine with
my savings siphoning away."

They left behind stacks of

logs and stumps along the side of the now widened driveway area, and soon Leo
and I were prepping a whole new serving of coffee as the morning wore on and
the grading crew made its way up my old driveway. The guys on that crew were a
little more hesitant to chat since they felt like they were running behind
schedule, but they were happy enough to take the hot coffee after a whole night
of work.

It was around noon when one

of the grading crew came up and knocked on the front door of the house. I'd
been busy cleaning out the attic; one of those jobs I'd always had on my list
of things to do around the property but never got around to. If there was
anything up there worth saving, I hadn't found it yet, but it was worth the
look. I came down to the front door covered in dust.

The guy took one look at me

from where he'd backed to 'social distance' and started laughing. I took one
look at him, covered in gravel dust with rings of sweat from where he'd taken
off his hard hat, and laughed right back.

"Sir," he finally

said after a minute, "We just thought you should know that the crew down
at the far end of the road said someone in a green pickup truck drove by real
slow a few times. The third time they pulled over and asked what was going on,
but the boys down there followed orders and didn't tell him anything, so he
peeled out. Just figured we'd let you know."

"I appreciate

that," I said, and sighed in the way that only old family history could
make me sigh. Deep, long and aggravated. "And I think I know who it
probably was. Thanks for letting me know."

He nodded and went back to work.

I didn't even think to ask what all was going on down at the end of the new
road they had installed until he was already at the other end of the yard.

"What's up?" Leo

asked when I went to join him in the barn.

"One of the crew guys

said they saw a green pickup doing drive-buys."

"Hah! Well, I guess

that's not going to be your problem anymore, is it?" Leo laughed.

I smirked. "Not legally.

I'm sure I'm still going to be on Kara's shit-list and get a fucking earful
though."

I ended up spending the early

afternoon helping Leo pack up a bunch of his woodworking equipment. The smaller
stuff was fairly easy, but he needed the extra body for some of the larger
presses and table-mounted saws. It felt like we'd barely made a dent when the
double-honk of a car broke our concentration.

We both headed around the

side of the barn to find Erica getting out of the passenger seat of a black
town car that had eaten a whole lot of the fresh gravel dust and now looked
like someone had dusted it with flour. Sour-puss Agent Maggie was getting out
of the driver's seat.

"Hey, sis, how was

it?" Leo asked.

"Umm-Hmm," Erica

said, shaking her head and holding up a finger to keep him from hugging her.
"I need to talk to both of you inside." She had nervous energy going
on, bouncing her weight on one leg and chewing on the corner of her lower lip.
"Give me twenty; no, give me thirty minutes."

"Is everything

alright?" I asked. Erica was already moving quickly into the house. She'd
had a look on her face like she was sick, and flushed with a fever or
something. I turned to Agent Maggie. "Did something happen? She didn't
catch the virus, did she?"

"No," sour-puss

said, that permanent sneer never breaking. "She knows everything she needs
to, and needs to talk. Just do what she says."

"What are you talking

about?" I asked. Leo had followed Erica inside to make sure she was Okay.

"Look, prick. Your

little 'send her to the car' thing yesterday made me look bad, and now I'm
stuck as a glorified cab driver while my boss and my partner are off to another
shitty corner of the country like this one to bribe someone else into handing
over their property to the government. Just fuck off inside and enjoy your new
fucking world, you Mamoa-wannabe jerk." She got back in her car and
slammed the door closed, then started to peel away and spin the car around
before slamming the breaks and rolling down the window. "I'll be back
again in a few hours with Lacosta's partner. He needs to be here waiting."

"What?" I asked.

She just flashed me her

middle finger as she drove away.

God damn woman, I sighed, watching her kick up dust and loose stones

as she drove way too fast down the brand new gravel road. I shook my head and
went inside.

Erica was already upstairs

and I could hear the shower running. Leo just shook his head and shrugged,
"She wouldn't say anything. Just muttered about needing to get ready for
something."

"This is weird," I

said. "I'm really fucking hoping this whole thing isn't going to blow up
in our faces."

"If it is, we might as

well take it head on. Too late to do anything else," Leo said.

"That's too fucking

true, my friend," I said.

Thirty-five minutes later

Erica, dressed in a pair of her tight jeans with all the holes 'stylishly' cut
into them down the legs and a black Metallica hoodie, strutted down the stairs
and immediately began pacing and fidgeting with the strings of her sweater
hood. She had done her full makeup, and seeing her like that was almost as
shocking as the first time she'd gone without it; it had been a month since she
had bothered with makeup at all, since even when she went out on grocery runs
she was entirely covered up.

"Sit," she demanded

when we joined her in the living room, pointing me to my usual chair and Leo to
the couch. He furrowed his brow as he watched his sister's nervous energy, but
I wasn't sure it was because he was worried or didn't like her ordering him
around. Their whole twin thing had always been more bouncing off each other
than working in parallel.

"Alright, alright,"

I said, hands up as I went to sit. "What's going on, E?"

She stopped pacing and looked

at both of us, transferring her energy into tapping her foot. I'd only ever
seen her like this once before, right before we'd had our big group
conversation about her staying indefinitely through the quarantine. Later,
she'd elaborated to me a little bit more as to why she'd been so nervous;
beyond the pandemic dangers, and feeling alone if she left, Erica had been
chipping in for groceries with us, but that was it; the woman couldn't work
during the pandemic, and tattooing hadn't exactly fueled her savings accounts.
Everything all piling on at once had turned her into a nervous wreck, the
opposite of her usual self. So what was doing this to her now?

"Erica," Leo said,

snapping her out of the train of thought she'd lost herself in staring at me.
Her gaze was intense, only added to by her sexy post-punk look. It was like
she'd erected a wall of armor around herself, or was taking on a persona that
she'd let drop.

"Right, sorry, I'm just

really fucking distracted," she said. "Look, there's no way to say
this easily without sounding sort of crazy at first, Okay? So I'm just going to
say it, and you both need to listen cause I'm only explaining it once,
alright?"

Leo and I both nodded.

"Alright, so the vaccine

isn't just like, a shot. Well, it is for women. I got it this morning, and I'm
something like 97% immune to the virus. But for men it isn't a shot. I
did that information session and they showed us a bunch of research I only
half-understood thanks to my AP bio classes back in high school, but I
definitely got the video. The vaccine is pretty much lethal for men, and it has
some weird side effects for women. They couldn't remove those aspects, so they
modified it in other ways to try and adjust."

"So how are we supposed

to get vaccinated?" Leo asked.

Erica licked her lips, and I

realized she was sweating slightly. She glared at her brother, then looked at
me and her eyes softened, then hardened, and I couldn't tell if she was angry
at me or what. Then she glared back at her brother again. "They basically
turned the vaccine into an STD, and it's the only way for men to get
vaccinated. It's not permanent and needs frequent upkeep in both men and women,
and it turns women fucking horny as hell if they go without for too long."

"I'm sorry, what!?"

Leo burst out. "And you took the shot?"

"Just shut up,

Leo!" Erica tried to shout him down. "I heard all the evidence, I
weighed my options, and I decided this was the best thing to do. The whole tier
system thing? I did the same questionnaire as you guys did, and they gave me a
list of good matches. People I could go become a partner of. Like, sexually,
and maybe romantically. We'd live together in quarantine, screw each other into
immunity, and be that way for the foreseeable future until they fix this
vaccine."

"That's so fucked

up," I said. "They wanted you to just shack up with someone you
didn't know?"

"Yeah, except someone I did

know was on my list," she said.

"Who?" Leo asked.

"Are you moving back to Portland?"

Erica turned from her brother

and looked right at me.

"Oh, no," Leo said.

"No, no, no. You two are not becoming fuck buddies. We discussed
this, Erica!"

"Wait, what?" I

said. "You discussed,”

"Not important!"

Leo shouted. "It's not important. It's not happening."

"It's too late,

Leo," Erica said. Then she turned to me. "At least, it is if you're
into it. Look, Harrison, you can say no. I can't make you do this.
What’s-her-name will come back and get me, and I'll pick someone else on that
list they gave me, and I'll go stay with them wherever they are. No hard
feelings, you've done so much for me already that I can't even start to say
thank you properly. But fuck I really want to fuck you. I've been
getting off thinking about you almost exclusively for weeks, and the only
reason I never asked you out in all these years is because I promised Leo back
in high school I wouldn't ever date his friends."

"And this is

better?!" Leo squawked.

"Shut up,

Leo!" Erica shouted back at him.

"You're not seriously

considering this, are you?" Leo asked me. "You can't; Why; Come on,
dude. She's my twin sister, it would be like... ugh!" He threw his hands
up in the air in frustration.

I rubbed my face with both

hands and took in a deep breath before looking back at the siblings.
"Alright," I said slowly. "First off, Erica, is this the vaccine
talking? Just try and focus, cause this sounds an awful lot like some crazy
date-rape drug and not a vaccine."

"God, fuck. Why do men

have to make things so hard?" she said. "I've wanted to fuck you for
ages, Harrison. You being on my compatibility list at the vaccine center just
made the decision fucking convenient instead of a fantasy."

I turned to Leo. "Would

you rather it be me, or some freak you know nothing about?"

"I'd rather it be no

one!" Leo said.

"That's not an option

anymore," Erica growled. "I've already got the shot. I'm just going
to get hornier and hornier until I fucking snap, Leo. Then I'll fuck anything
that fucking moves, that's the way it works. I need to bond with someone or
I'll lose my goddamn mind. There are still a few days before I apparently go
full-on bitch-in-heat feral, but I'm already feeling an itch all over and the
only thing that I know, I know, is going to relieve that itch is
cock."

"Jaysus," I

muttered, sitting back.

Erica turned back to me,

hugging herself. "Please, Harrison? Just; just tell me yes or no. Standing
here without an answer is killing me, cause I don't know if I need to fight the
feeling or I can give in."

"I; Erica, you are

absolutely gorgeous. I always assumed you weren't interested in me, or just
wanted a friend. Honestly, I sort of thought you were gay with the comments you
make about the women you work on in your shop. You're always talking about
perky tits and firm asses and stuff like that," I said.

"I'm Bi," she

clarified. "And I work with people's bodies all day. I know what's hot and
what's not for me, and Harri, you've fucking revved my engine since that first
weekend Leo introduced us. I just want to rub my body all over,”

"Erica!" Leo

interrupted her.

"Sorry, sorry, too

much," she said. "I told you, this fucking vaccine is damn
distracting right now. I need some relief here."

"I'll do it," I said.

"I just; this feels like the drug or whatever talking, Erica. Are you
absolutely sure?"

She was on me, straddling my

lap and pressing her mouth to mine. Erica grabbed my head in her hands as she
started forcefully making out with me, muttering 'Thank you' over and over into
my lips. Her tongue pushed against mine, and then she grabbed my hands with
hers and pulled them around to grab her ass. It was wonderfully firm, with a
good amount of muscle that kept it looking full even if it wasn't particularly plump.

"At least go get a

room," Leo growled loudly.

I pushed Erica back far

enough that we could look each other in the eyes. Hers were bright, lucid, and
silently pleading with me in a way that made her seem smaller and more
vulnerable than the tough chick I'd come to know.

"Let's go

upstairs," I said to her.

"I didn't mean literally

get a room, right now," Leo said. "We need to talk this over! You
made me a promise, Erica."

"Shut up, Leo,"

Erica said. "I'll make it up to you, this isn't the end of the world.
Probably. I think." She grabbed my hand, scrambled out of my lap and
started pulling me up out of my chair.

"What the fuck am I

supposed to do?" Leo asked. "How am I getting vaccinated?"

"Whenever they find

someone who actually wants to fuck you, dorkus," Erica told her brother.

"That lady agent said

she'd be back in a few hours with your 'partner,'" I told him as I passed
by, still getting pulled by Erica towards the stairs. "I didn't know what
she meant at the time, but I guess;?"

"Is she hot?" Leo asked

me. I was already getting pulled up the stairs.

"How am I supposed to

know?" I yelled down to him.

It's funny how energy can

rise and fall at the drop of a hat. Erica pulled me into the guest bedroom
she'd been using as her bedroom, slammed the door shut and turned to me; and
stopped.

She bit her lip, one leg

bouncing at the knee as she shifted her weight.

"Second thoughts?"

I asked.

"No, no," Erica

said, shaking her head. "Definitely not. God, fuck, no. I didn't want to
get into it in front of Leo like that, but you're also just being so you
that I feel like I need to explain myself more."

"So tell me," I

said, sitting down on the bed.

Erica started pacing again

but stopped after one back-and-forth. "Okay, look. What I said down there
is true. I would have asked you out years ago, after that first time we met at
Burleson’s when Leo brought you around."

"The pub around the

corner from your shop? That wasn't the first time we met," I said.

"I know," she

replied. "That was when you were moving into Leo's apartment. We
passed each other in the building lobby and I saw you glance at my tits. I
thought you were just another fuckboy asshole."

"Wait, I don't remember

that," I said. "Why didn't you ever tell me that happened? I thought
the first time was when you gave Leo the fish tattoo on his side."

"That's the first time

we actually spoke," Erica said. "And you had an uphill fucking battle
to try and change my mind about my first impression of you. You only made it
far enough that I didn't bitch about Leo bringing you to the pub a couple
nights later. That was when I got to actually focus on talking to you
instead of chatting while I was at work. I also remember being super fucking
pissed at Leo that night, because I asked him if I could go back on our deal
from high school and hook up with you, and he said no."

"Okay, whoa; we could

have been having sex for seven years and you held to an agreement you
made in high school? What was this fucking thing, a treaty ratified by the
Pope?"

Erica snorted a laugh and ran

her fingers through her hair in frustration. "No, it was stupid. And
honestly, looking back, we probably would have had a lot better of a time if he
and I had agreed on the opposite. But Leo was a jock, and I was a scene girl,
and we made an agreement that we didn't want each other messing with our friend
groups. So no dating, no crushing, no nothing if the other twin claimed them
first. We wanted to guard what we had, instead of helping each other out."

I huffed a soft laugh.

"Sounds like teenage bullshit to me."

"Yeah, well, I'll just

claim twin loyalty, Okay?" Erica said. "But that's not the really
fucked up thing about this. When you invited me down from the city to stay with
you guys, Leo and I had a separate talk. Harrison, my brother fucking loves
you. Not like in a sexual way, but you're the best friend he's ever had.
Period. No doubt about it. And he may not have ever said it to you but he was
really worried that I would screw up the dynamic you guys have; and now here I
am doing it." Erica squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her face to the
ceiling. "Shit, maybe this was a bad idea after all. Fuck, he's never
going to forgive me, I,”

"Hey, hey," I said,

standing and pulling her into a hug. Erica was a tall woman, easily 5'9 or a
bit more, but I still towered over her with my 6'6". She clung to the
sides of my shirt instead of hugging back, but buried her face into my chest.
"I didn't know any of this, E. But we're all adults, we can handle this
better than making promises we don't want to keep."

"I know," she

mumbled into my shirt, and slowly let go of my sides and slid her arms around
until she was hugging me back.

"You should know that I

would have asked you out in a second if I thought you were interested," I
said. "I'm still not exactly comfortable with the big picture on all of
this, but this right here? I will definitely take this silver
lining."

"God, you make me so

hot, Harrison," Erica said, and she looked up into my eyes.

I kissed her as we held each

other. Her considerable chest was pressing against my sternum, and as she
shifted her arms up to wrap them around my neck and pull me closer to her, I
lowered mine until I hooked my fingers into the belt loops of her jeans.

We held that for a while,

eyes closed and enjoying the feeling like we were teenagers again. God,
we're both over thirty, I laughed in my head. We should be a lot better
at this by now.

"I want you," Erica

said once our lips finally separated. "Really."

I stared down into her face

from closer than I ever had before today. Life and stress showed just a touch
of wear on her; even in the last seven years I'd known Erica, she'd developed
the soft start of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. She didn't have that
bouncy sheen of youth that teens and twenty-somethings seemed to exude. Erica
was all woman, full figured and usually so wonderfully sure of herself. I
kissed her on the forehead and took her hands in mine, then sat back on the
bed.

"I want you, too,"

I said. "If we're going to do this though, I want you to tell me what you
want."

"I just told you,” Erica

said, a little confused.

"No, I mean like...

kinks or whatever. That questionnaire threw me for a bit of a loop, but if we
'matched' or whatever they're calling it, I want to know what you want."

Erica took a breath and then

bit her lower lip as she furrowed her brow and looked at me. She started to
speak once, then hesitated. She ended up stepping forward and straddling my
waist, pressing her body against me as she sat with her legs outside of mine,
knees on the bed. One firm, but short, kiss later and she was ready to talk.
"I want someone who can love me," she said, "but fucks me like
they don't. Don't treat me like I'm going to break, don't be shy about your own
wants, and for fuck's sake just ask before you try to stick something in my
ass."

I snorted and chuckled.

"Noted," I said. I kissed her back now, firm and short.
"Anything else? Anything more specific?"

"Right now?" she

asked. "Right now my panties are fucking soaked from constantly thinking
about crawling all over you ever since I got my shot. I want to be yours in a
way I've never felt before, and I think that is the vaccine talking even if I
agree with it. I'm so horny I want to do anything you want, Harri. I want you
to fucking take me, make me yours. I know you've wanted me." She was
panting lightly now, getting that hungry look in her eye. I could feel her
breath on the tip of my nose, she was so close. "God, Harri. Do you know
what I've been imagining? For two months, I've been daydreaming what it would
be like to come out of the shower and stop at your door in just a towel, then
pretend to accidentally let it drop. And you finally see my tits, and you're
just overwhelmed and you take me. Will you do that, Harri? If I show you my
tits will you lose control?"

"I'm already about to

lose my mind, E," I said.

"Good," she said.

She grabbed the bottom of her sweater and started pulling it over her head, and
in one swift move and no delay, all at once, she was topless. She hadn't been
wearing anything underneath, no undershirt or bra, and her big pale tits burst
out from the bottom of the rising sweater. They were large, maybe even more
than I had expected, weighty and wobbling delightfully with every move she
made. Her areolas were pale pink, slightly oval from top to bottom, and her
nipples were hard and stubby little nubs.

"Oh, gawd," I

groaned, releasing her waist and running my hands up her bare sides until I was
cupping each heavy tit from underneath. "You're amazing. They're amazing."
I leaned forward and kissed her, palming both tits from below and slowly
massaging them.

"Hmm, Harri," Erica

groaned my name as I broke the kiss and lowered my lips, kissing down her neck
to her chest, then lower into her cleavage. She arched her back and thrust out
her chest to meet me, and I spent a long moment just tasting her before pushing
lower. Her skin was warm and I wrapped my arms around her bare back, pressing
my hands flat against her skin and pulling her in as my lips finally found the
lower curve of her tit. Erica moaned again, this time into my ear, as I got my
lips around one of her areolas and tongued her nipple. Her hair was falling
around both of us, dancing against my ears.

I swapped tits, and she ran

her fingers through my hair with one hand while the other dug down between us
and began pawing at my waist, trying to find the button and fly for my jeans. I
slid one of my own hands down her smooth back and into the back of her jeans,
palming her ass through the thin, lacey panties I could feel she was wearing.

"Take me," Erica

whispered. "God, Harri. I'm yours. Just take me."

I released her tit from my

lips and raised them, meeting her in a kiss that lasted for a while. She gave
up on my zipper and began pulling at my shirt. Our kiss stopped just long
enough for her to pull my shirt over my head, and then we were back together
again, this time her bare chest pressed against mine, sharing warmth back and
forth.

Wanting to go further, and

feeling the strain of pressure in my pants as my hard-on was trapped, I rolled
us over on the bed so she was under me, her back to the sheets. I kissed the
end of her nose, then her lips again, then down to her chin, then her upper
chest. As I worked my way down her body, I got the button of her jeans undone,
and as my lips reached the valley between her tits again and kissed the inner
sides of those hills she watched me with dreamy eyes. I unzipped her pants.

Sliding to kneel on the floor

in front of her, between her legs as she lay half on the bed, I kissed down the
soft swell of her stomach, flicked my tongue around her belly button, and then
travelled lower. She raised her hips, letting me slowly pull her tight jeans
from her waist and down over her ass. Her panties came partway down her hips as
well to reveal a fuzzy patch of light brown hair trimmed neatly into a
teardrop, and just a few dots where I could tell there was some light razor
burn from her shaving recently.

"I had to rush,” Erica

started, but I cut her off by burying my face into her muff. "Oh! Fuck,
Harri. Fuck, usually I'm waxed smooth. I'm usually so much more tidy down
there."

"It's fine," I

said, pulling away. She'd been right before, she was absolutely sodden and some
of it had gotten up into her pubic hair. I'd gotten a lungful of her scent,
horny as hell. "It's perfect. I'm just lucky to,”

Now it was her turn to cut me

off. "No! Don't you fucking finish that sentence," Erica said. She
sat up and took my head in her hands. "Harri, I'm lucky, not you. God, you
still don't get it. You're a fucking catch, Harri. You're tall, dark and
handsome, you've got a heart of god damned gold, a body like a champion boxer,
and fuck, if what I felt in your pants is real then I'm going to hate
myself for not doing this years ago." She hungrily kissed me before I
could respond, and I knew she could taste herself on my lips. She practically
growled in heat before separating. "Not to mention all your other great
qualities. So don't you play fucking shy with me, don't try and be less than
you are when you're in my bed. Humility isn't sexy in here, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," I

said, raising my hands from her thighs in surrender.

"Now get naked so I can

see that Monster can in your pants," she said.

We both scrambled to strip

the rest of our clothes off. It took me less time than her despite her head
start since she had to peel the tight jeans off of her lower legs. I helped in
the end, kissing down her thighs and legs. I snorted as we finally got her
pants off and she thrust her panties down her hips. They actually went splat
against the hardwood of the floor. Before she could say anything I rose up and
kissed her, slowly pushing her back to lay on the bed again. I palmed both of
her big tits and she groped blindly until she wrapped a hand around my cock.
She squeezed lightly, feeling around it, and I pulled in a breath through my
nose as her fingers danced around my head.

"Fuck, it's real,"

she whispered as our kiss parted. "God, you're going to ruin me. I'm going
to need some new dildos to keep up."

I rose from her, looking down

at her hand; now hands; feeling around my cock. "Okay, get real."

"Big enough," Erica

said. "More than big enough." She tried to wriggle herself lower on
the bed, between my legs, clearly intending to start a blowjob.

"No, no, no," I

said, pulling her back up with a hand under each of her armpits. She actually
whined like a dog as she furrowed her brow and pouted, making me laugh. "I
started something I intend to finish."

With that, I quickly shifted

my weight and maneuvered us both until I was between her spread legs, staring
down at her glistening twat. Her outer lips and puffy vulva were bare, swollen
and slick with the arousal that had been plaguing her, and her clit was a hard
little beacon asking for attention while her inner labia were slightly spread,
begging for penetration.

I kissed her left inner

thigh, then got closer and kissed her right inner thigh.

"Harri," she

whined.

I kissed her left inner thigh

again, right in the crook of her leg.

"Harri!"

I looked up at her from over

her mound and between her tits, which were large enough that when she lay on
her back they fell heavily off to the side.

"Yes?" I asked with

a smirk.

"Harri, please?"

she asked.

"As you wish," I

said, quoting one of our shared favorite movies. Then I stuck out my tongue
like a flat paddle and gave her a long, firm swipe up one lip, probed against
her clit, and then down the other lip before diving in fully.

"Fuck! Harri,

fuck!" Erica shouted. She was wet, and the taste of her was quickly all
over my face as Erica writhed under my lips and tongue.

I wrapped my arms over her

legs to keep them down and spread, my hands up on her hips holding her tightly.
She was tangy and delicious. The feel of her soft labia between my lips,
running my tongue along the puffy folds, was like heaven when joined with the
delighted and overwhelmed squeals and gulps of air she was losing.

"Fuck, fuck," Erica

groaned. "That's good like that. Oh fucksticks, yeah, use your tongue like
that. Just. Like. Thah" She came, faster than I think I had ever had a
woman come before. One moment she was writhing, the next she went shock still,
her entire body tensing, then releasing, then tensing again, as three distinct
waves of pleasure ran through her. "Eeh," she exhaled, her chest
heaving as she fought to catch her breath.

I grinned at her from between

her legs as she recovered. It took a moment, but not too long, for her eyes to
focus on me again.

"Cock," she said.

"Now that's not a very

nice thing to call me,” I started to joke, but she made grabby gestures with
both hands.

"No, bring your cock up

here," Erica said. "God, I want to taste it so badly. Feed me your
cock, Harri. I want to fucking choke on it."

She urged me on, pulling me

up to sit straddling her chest as she remained laying on the bed. My knees were
tucked up under her armpits, and with just a tilt of her head, she could bring
my cock within reach of her mouth when I sat up. Erica took a hold of it with
one hand, sliding her fingers up and down the length. I was already leaking a
spot of precum, so her thin feminine fingers danced slick and smooth as she
applied just the right amount of pressure.

Erica looked up, her grey

eyes desperate and sincere as she jacked off my cock and licked her lips.
"You deserve this," she said suddenly, and squeezed my cock.
"You're a good man, Harrison."

I frowned. "What does

that mean?"

"Just don't freak out,

Okay?" she asked.

"E; god, you're good at

that -Erica, are you alright?" I stammered.

"I will be," she

said. "Just remember I wanted this, yeah?"

My mind was entirely split

between the pleasure of her touch and the thoughts and promises she'd been
saying since we'd gotten up to her room. Both were clashing with my more
rational brain trying desperately to make sense of the situation. Why was she
talking this way? This wasn't usual pillow talk. This wasn't normal. Nothing
about this situation was normal.

Erica tugged my cock down

slightly, craned her neck up just a bit, and slid the head of my cock between
her wonderful lips and ran her tongue across the tip. I involuntarily breathed
in a sharp breath through my nose and closed my eyes at the delightful and
almost overstimulating feeling.

She came. Hard.

Harder than when I had been

eating her out. Erica started her orgasm by trying to curl inward, her legs
pulling up and her arms squeezing my thighs as they straddled her chest, and
her chin tucking down. She involuntarily tried to curl into a ball, which
happened to slide my cock deeper into her mouth until I was brushing the back
of her throat. I felt her entire mouth jolt as she gagged, then her body
curling reversed directions and she flung her head back onto the bed, releasing
my cock entirely. Her limbs shot out and she grabbed the sheets tightly between
her fingers, while her legs pointed straight all the way down to her toes, then
started shaking.

"Fuck!" she

screamed. "Gawd, fuck, damn!" she cried, her neck muscles clenching
tight. She arched her back and her tits, sat slightly under me from my position
straddling her chest, pressed up and I could feel her nipples, as hard as I
imagined they could get, rubbing against my ass.

All at once she collapsed,

her body entirely loose. Then she jolted like she was having a tiny seizure. It
happened three more times before she was still long enough to think her massive
orgasm had finished.

"E?" I asked,

taking her cheek in the palm of my hand. "Erica?"

I slid down in my positioning

over her and leaned down to make sure she was alright. Erica was looking at me
through half-closed, dreamy eyes and her lips twisted into a big grin.
"Hey, babe," she hummed pleasantly.

"Hey yourself," I

said. "What the hell was that?"

"Hmm," she hummed

again. "The vaccine people warned me that would probably happen. It's the
first step of the bonding process, and it comes with the best damn orgasm I've
ever had."

A couple of things she said

before clicked into place. Our conversations had been moving so quickly that I
hadn't had a chance to get clarity on some of it yet. "The vaccine gave
you an orgasm? And what does bonding mean?"

Erica licked her lips and

craned her neck up, so I leaned down more and kissed her. What was I going to
do, deny the naked woman?

She broke the kiss after a

bit, and she used her hands to squish her heavy tits upwards and maneuvered my
cock in between them while she kept her eyes on my face. "Well, you gave
me the orgasm, Harri. The vaccine just facilitated it." She started slowly
jacking me off with her tits, and my eyes had a hard time staying focused on
her face rather than sliding lower to the soft, pillowy spectacle occurring
around my crotch. "Part of the whole Vaccine-as-STD is that once we start
the mutual immunization, we can't stop it. Can't swap partners. I don't know if
it was a fluke or they designed it or what, but your cum; even your pre-cum; is
an aphrodisiac for me now that I've tasted it, and my body is going to crave it
more."

"Fuck," she

suddenly groaned, writhing underneath me as her tits wobbled along my shaft.
"I thought I was fucking horny before, but this? God, now that I've had a
taste, I want you inside me so damn bad."

The consequences of what she

was telling me about the vaccine seemed... radical wasn't the right word.
Obscenely lewd? Out of this world? Pornographic?

The thing was, I was having a

really hard time thinking through anything clearly.

"This feels

amazing," I grunted, getting jacked off between two of the best tits I'd
ever seen.

"Oh yeah?" Erica

hummed, smiling to herself. "Do my tits feel good? Do you like it when I
do all the work, or would you prefer to do some of it?" She pushed her
tits together firmly but stopped her own motions. "Come on. Fuck me. Fuck
my tits, Harri."

I thrust my hips, and my cock

sliding through her cleavage was less about the feeling and more about the
visual. It made me feel powerful, like an absolute king. Like Erica would do
absolutely anything for me.

"Magic," I muttered

to myself as I thrust between those two amazing tits.

"What?" Erica

asked.

"Nothing, I; You're

amazing. This feels God damned magical."

Erica grinned and shifted

upwards, pressing her chest out a little more and squeezing her tits together
more tightly. "Well, these magic tits are all yours. Only yours,
from now on. If you want to stare at them, just tell me and I'll go topless. Or
if you want to play with them, suck on them? Just grab me. You can have them
whenever, Harrison. They're yours now. I'm yours. I'll tattoo your name on my
chest if you want, so everyone else knows it."

"Please don't," I

laughed. "The last thing I want is for you to ruin this amazing view with
my name on you."

Erica was watching me

hungrily as I fucked her tits. "So no tattoo? I want to do something to
commemorate this when I can."

I shook my head. "No,

don't tattoo your chest. God, I'm so happy you don't have those dumb heart
tattoo's on your nipples some of the alt girls in porn have. It looks
terrible."

"Kids do dumb shit

sometimes," Erica groaned. "What about if I pierce my nipples? Studs,
or rings?"

I watched her tits jostle

with my thrusts for a moment, trying to picture them. "Studs," I
finally said, slowing my thrusting. "Silver barbells."

"Done," she gasped.

"As soon as I can. But babe, please. Whenever you're ready, I want to feel
you inside me so fucking bad.."

I pulled my cock from her

tits and moved upwards, sliding it towards her mouth again. She took it in
without hesitation, sucking hard before bobbing her head a little awkwardly and
really working the shaft with her lips while her tongue darted around the head.
No massive orgasm this time, though she seemed to really be enjoying herself. I
pulled away again and she gasped for air with a sexy quaver.

"That was a one-time

thing," she said, reading the look on my face. "A kick start to the
whole process. I'll have another one, bigger if the doctors are right, when you
come inside me. Don't worry, my birth control is still effective."

I kissed her, and she moaned

wordlessly into my mouth. My hands mauled her beautiful tits while hers ran
down my body and groped at my cock again.

Erica changed our position.

She moved around the bed, grabbing a pillow and sitting her ass on it, raising
her hips slightly, before laying back and spreading her legs. She slowly ran
the fingers of both her hands up and down her twat lips as she stared lasers at
me. "Harrison," she said with a husky lilt. "If you won't let me
get a tattoo with your name on me, you're going to need to come over
here and fuck your name into me."

I'd always liked Erica. I'd

even lusted after her, and in the last couple of months I'd come to love her
like family; maybe like a hot favorite cousin or something. Never had I
imagined her saying something like that. Not to me, not to anyone. She was an
independent, strong woman. She was fierce, and steadfast, and could handle her
shit.

"Own me," she said,

teasing and taunting me as I knee-walked down the bed and between her legs.
"Take my cunt. It's yours now, just like my tits. As soon as you slip
inside, it belongs to you whenever you want. Just like my ass, whenever you
want it, too. But right now I really need you to take me."

She put one leg up over my

shoulder, her smooth tattooed calf pressed against my cheek, while she pulled
her other leg back towards her chest, bent at the knee, opening herself up to
me completely.

I rubbed the head of my cock

against her, prodding her folds, then ground the underside against her clit as
I humped against her for two thrusts. Leaning forward, bending her raised leg
with me, I got my face closer to hers. "This is what you want, E? For me
to do this?"

"God, yes," she

groaned.

"I might want it a lot.

I might want you all the time," I said.

"Promises,

promises," she sighed, then bit her lower lip.

"Last time," I

said. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you,

Harri," she said. "I'm yours."

I slid inside her.

Erica's body quaked at my

entry. She was wet and slick, but she hadn't been stretched out at all so her
tensed body immediately started squeezing against my invasion, milking my cock
as she had a mini orgasm right then and there. She exhaled heavily after I
half-thrust my way to balls deep in her, and palmed her tits as she rolled her
neck and then opened her eyes to look up at me fresh.

"You're mine, and I'm

yours," I told her.

"Then fuck me like you

own me," she said.

We started slow, but built up

a rhythm quickly. We were still learning each other, and I managed to find a
couple of tickle spots on her that I hadn't been expecting as I ran my hands
across her body. The slap-slap of her thighs against mine was a little
staggered, speeding up and slowing down. But throughout, she kept her eyes open
in that half-dream state, panting through pursed lips as she writhed her hips
and torso, fucking back at me.

"Fuck me, fuck me,"

she started to chant.

I stuck my thumb into her

mouth and she sucked on it like a cock for a minute, before I pulled it away
and strummed over her clit with it. Her body shook with another mini orgasm,
but we kept pounding away. I buzzed her clit again, and then started a deeper
massage motion on either side of it.

"Harri, baby,"

Erica panted. She didn't stop her movements, and neither did I.

"Yeah?" I asked. Slap-slap-slap-slap.

I was picking up the pace bit by bit.

"Baby, I need you to

come," she said. "You feel so good, stretching me out. You're an
animal. Fuck, you're a beast! Everything I wanted. God, you're so fucking hot.
I need you to come, Harri. I need it in me."

"Oh, fuck," I

groaned.

"Do it," she said,

then she pulled her leg from my shoulder and spread it wide and pulled me down
by my shoulders until my chest was squishing her tits, and I was humping down
into her as my chin rested on her shoulder. "Do it," she whispered
into my ear. "Come inside me. It'll make me yours forever. Come, baby.
Ugh, I'm so close, but I can't get there myself. Just come inside me."

"I love you," I

said. I panicked for a moment; I didn't mean it. Not yet. Not in the way I
thought she would take it. But it was so much more than 'I love this' or 'I
love your body and what we're doing together.'

She laughed at the look on my

face. "I know, I get it," she said. Then she quaked again, another
precursor to an orgasm. "Harri, I need you to know, once I go off I'll
probably be out for a while."

Slap slap slap-slap slap

slap. I was fucking her in busts of
three, my balls tapping against her ass cheeks.

"Just know you don't

need to freak out, and I'll be Okay," she panted.

"I don't; oh,

fuckballs," I started, then changed to a groan. "I'm close."

Erica kissed my ear, then

whispered softly, "I love you, too."

I came. Seven heavy spurts,

more than I may have ever come in my life to that point. I could feel it
streaming through my cock and slamming into Erica. I could also feel her
squeeze right back in a crushing grip. I thrust through both of our orgasms,
pumping myself as deeply as I could into her. And I blacked out.

To be continued, Based on

a post by Break The Bar for Literotica.

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