Her Brother - Ben

Bethan's eyes widened in horror as she barely recognised her brother. He was no longer the boy she remembered but a muscular brute who had clearly been taken by the virus that was rampant within the city. Her auburn eyes moved from his brunette locks that had taken on a grey tinge, down his pale cheeks before hovering over the wiry pitch veins that coated them.

Out of all the changes it was her brother's pale white eyes that freaked her out the most. She had heard that the eyes were supposed to be the window to the soul and now her brother had none. A sinister grin crept across Ben's lips as he slid a hand down to his mammoth cock and began to rapidly rub it.

Bethan watched in disbelief as a glob of greyish cum shot from his member and splattered against her pale blue jacket with a dull thud. Instinctively she looked down as the grey ichor slid off the material and pulled onto the floor below. Bethan seemed drawn to the cum by its natural earthy aroma that sent a feeling of need throughout her youthful body.

Knowing something was wrong she tore the jacket from her skin and throw it to the ground, Bem laughed maniacally as he began to pump his magnificent cock once more. As Bethan stared down at her brother a melodic tone could be heard coming from the bushes behind him. Suddenly Ben grimaced and stopped rubbing his shaft before waddling toward the noise.

As her brother disappeared from view, Bethan felt intrigued to find the source of the melodic tone. Though it was risky to follow her brother, she felt drawn to the melody herself and wanted to know who or what was causing it...