Minutes to Midnight

Dear Diary,

I was looking forward to seeing Ava again. No… not because she’s hot. Damn Diary, you’re getting as perverted as me. I didn’t look at any of the Stone Production movies about brothers and sisters. Honestly. Well, not more than a few anyway. And even if Ava is hot, she’s my big sister. Though she has been living in Queen’s River for the past couple of years, maybe that’s not really a barrier for her any more? Regardless, that’s not why I was looking forward to seeing her. Any human contact would have been more than welcome.

And I was looking forward to staying in an OZ as well. I mean… I’m the oldest son right? So technically, I’d be the Alpha. I’d be in charge. I could theoretically order my mom to strip down and ride me like some mechanical bull… not that I would of course. I mean, I love and respect my mom; I’d never do anything she didn’t want to… right? But maybe like… seeing how long Ava had been in Queen’s River, she’d be up for it? And maybe she could convince Mom to… you know…

I think, dear Diary, you’re beginning to see just how depraved I’ve gotten after almost a year of not having sex. Living in a free use country, you take getting laid for granted. And before you know it, your every fantasy involves your mother. Or sister. I mean, I’d be an Alpha in Queen’s River during my stay there, I could literally order a Local through Uber-Fucks and she’d come stay in quarantine with us. But that’s not where my mind went at all. My mind was filled with images of my mom in yoga pants. And my sister’s paralegal outfit which was practically pornographic. Or my mom in a labcoat and nothing else… see?

So maybe I brought the next bit on myself. Be careful what you wish for and all that.

After getting on board, everything went to shit not even that long after take-off. There was an actual damn containment breach of the virus. You’d think that with all the money Pearson’s makes they’d have different transports for virus samples and people right? But no, me and Mom and our bags were put on exactly the same plane as the samples. It was a kind of military plane too; we were all strapped into some sort of cargo hold. And then some shit-for-brains PHD student decided to breach protocol and run some sort of check without the proper preventative measures. My ears are still ringing from my mother screaming at him but the damage was already done.

I’d never really seen her in work mode before. All authoritative and in charge, barking orders left and right. I’m not gonna lie, it was kind of hot. Which is of course where my mind went during the whole incident. I really need to get laid…

We were tested thoroughly during the aftermath and… for some bizarre reason I was the only one affected. Can you believe that? All those scientists milling around the sample and somehow I’m the one that got sick.

Containment procedures being what they are that meant I had to go into isolation for two weeks, meaning until the new year in some kind of special facility while Mom stayed with Ava. Mom tried to argue with them that since we were a family unit we’d go into quarantine together, but given her importance to the vaccine project they wouldn’t let her.

This was proper fucking monkey’s paw stuff. How often hadn’t I wished or dreamed of being with my mother in an actual, for-real OZ… and here we both were, in Queen’s River. But I could only look at her and my sister and talk to them through Zoom. It’s hard to describe the frustration.

I mean, not that I would have taken advantage of the situation or anything… but all my fantasies were so close I could almost taste them. And yet so far they might as well be on a different continent.

It didn’t help that they were very casually dressed whenever we zoomed. And when I say casual I mean barely-losed bathrobes and underwear. I swear it felt like they did it on purpose sometimes. My mom kept saying she wishes she was here with me to take care of me. Me too, though I think we might have different definitions of ‘taking care of me’.

Honestly I didn’t feel sick. My temperature was raised somewhat and my appetite was diminished a bit. But other than that, I felt fine. Well, there is one thing: I’m horny. Like constantly, all-the-time, horny. I’d literally fucked my masturbator sleeve to pieces and I was still hard all the time. According to the doctors to whom I gave blood samples to every other day, this was normal. I actually had a mild variant, they said. Mild! Sure, the more **** variants apparently had a ton of bad symptoms like trouble breathing, nausea, headaches etc etc. I guess a permanent boner isn’t the worst thing. I suppose I could have asked Mom, her being the expert and all. But can you imagine that conversation?

A part of me knows the only way I’d actually be satisfied and would make this thing go down is with real sex. And guess what you can’t have in a lockdown? Exactly.

Mom is making good progress on the vaccine though. Apparently she’s extremely close to a breakthrough. I’m so proud of her, Mom saving the world! Or well, contributing to it in any case. It’s moments like that when I think about Dad and how his dumb ass walked out on a woman like that. I mean I get not sticking to one pussy for the rest of your life (though if you had to, Mom'd be the woman to be monogamous with!), but to betray someone like her like that? What and idiot.

I hope the whole thing runs its course soon and I’m better, or at least not contagious any more. I miss her. And Ava too. I don’t even mean just sexually. I miss being around her, welcoming her home every day, hearing her laugh. Video calls are not the same.

This is the perfect shitty ending to the month. Lockdown was pretty bad, but being alone on New Year's Eve, quarantined… Oh and the shit cherry on the shit sunday? The internet went out. So I can’t even video call with them during the countdown. Honestly? Fuck this year diary, and not in a fun way.

Dorian hit save and leaned back in his chair. The quarantine apartment was pretty luxurious for what it was. Everything he needed to live comfortably was available. Everything except other people. He even drew the blood samples himself, depositing them in a special mail slot.

The apartment was clearly furnished for more than one person, the bed alone was big enough for three or four people. He’d wondered about that at first but then realized that in an OZ, harems were common place. He’d tried to keep his fantasies about sleeping with his mother and sister in the bed to a minimum.

“Not that long to go…” Dorian muttered, looking at the clock. He’d wanted to put on the countdown but even the TV line was down. “Probably for the best, given how locked up everyone is, any news images would just be depressing.”

Dorian had dressed up for the occasion, figuring that looking nice might lift his mood.

“One minute left to go…”

DING DONG

“What in the…” Dorian looked around as the door opened.

“Surprise!” His mother and sister chorused together.

“I… wait… why… how…”

“The doctors just called me half an hour ago,” his mother explained, shutting the door behind her. “Congratulations, you’re no longer contagious!”

“And you just…”

“We had to come immediately,” his sister was bouncing back and forth happily. “The idea of you being here all alone… we couldn’t take it. Not if it was no longer necessary. Besides, we’ve both had our vaccines.”

“You’re finished? They work?” Dorian looked incredulously at his mother.

“You didn’t see? It was all over the news.”

“Cable’s out. Internet too. I’m uhm… completely shut off from the outside… I’m so happy to see you, Mom…”

Helena smiled, gathering her son in her arms and squeezing him tightly. “I’m happy to see you too, sweetheart. And right on time too.”

“Right on time?”

“Three… two… one,” his sister was counting down.

“For our New Year’s kiss,” she whispered as his sister shouted ‘Happy new year!’ in the background. She pulled him close, softly pressing her lips against his, kissing him much like she had last year. Only this time she didn’t pull back in shock. This time she held the kiss, opening her lips and pressing her tongue against his.

For a moment it was as if only they two existed in the universe; Dorian stopped thinking and kissed his mother back, a years worth of pent-up fantasies spilling out as he held her, only stopping when they were both out of breath.

“Mom… I…”

“Don’t say a word,” she whispered, smiling. “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time I just… wanted to be sure it was what you wanted as well. I wanted to make sure it was more then just lust. Over the past year you’ve been there for me, taking care of me. I joked at first that you were like my husband, but just this year alone you’ve been more of a husband to me than your father ever was. But I guess I was scared of what it would mean for us. As mother and son. I’ve been thinking, fantasizing about this all year, wore out that toy you found thinking of you…”

“Wait… when I heard you moan Dorian…”

“What, you thought I was thinking about that loser father of yours?” Helena laughed. “Silly boy. I told you, didn’t I? The only man I need is you.”

Ava pulled him away. “You know, it’s not fair, only giving Mom a New Years kiss.”

“Wait… hold on, you mean…”

Ava smiled and grabbed his head, pulling him close and kissing him. “Mhmm, we’re in an OZ little brother. That means you’re ours, mine and Mom's.”

“I’m uh… isn’t it the other way around?” Dorian muttered breathlessly after Ava let him go. Not quite believing what was happening. Both his mother and sister laughed.

“Well… we’ll see.” His mother winked as she and Ava started pulling Dorian to the bedroom. “Why don’t we take turns?” Dorian had to laugh at that as they pushed him onto the bed. “But first, let me take care of you honey. You’ve taken such good care of me for the past year. Now it’s mommy’s turn to take care of you.”