Sanctuary Hills

After getting cleaned up you and Carolyn continue towards Sanctuary Hills. A nice neighborhood on an island that was alienated from the rest of Boston thanks to a small pond. It was a nice neighborhood to grow up in, and if half of the hunches you've had about what's going on are right, then it is now paradise on earth. You and Carolyn walk across the bridge, which is now outfitted with a makeshift gate and a watchtower made mostly of duct tape. They've done a lot in a week, you think.

"Helen!" Carolyn yelled. A woman with a blonde ponytail climbed down from the watchtower and opened the gate. The woman walked up to the two of you, she wore some kind of grocery store apron and carried a scoped hunting rifle.

"Welcome back, Carolyn," the woman said in a creepy formal tone. "Who's this?"

"This is John. Spencer and Sophia's son."

"Really? They said both of their sons moved away."

"John came by to wish Mabel a happy birthday and then got caught up with our little hell. Had to fuck our ways out of the mess he made."

"Ooh... bet that was fun," Helen replied with a creepy and lusty smile.

"Yeah," you reply embarrassed. "By the way, when we get to my parents can we not tell them what happened..."

"Hey, we've all had to take a zombie cock at least once this week, well, maybe not Mabel, but she's been kept under house arrest since this thing started. But as I was saying, no one's going to look down on you for getting your ass fucked."

"Please..."

"Alright..." Carolyn took you to your old house. It was just as you remember it, minus the front window being smashed open and replaced with a plank of wood. Carolyn knocks on the door.

"Who is it," A man's voice was heard. You recognize that voice, it was your father.

"It's Carolyn, I need to talk to you. Also, I have someone here that needs to talk to you as well." The door open revealing a strong, handsome man with graying, black hair. That was Spencer Doe, your father. A former National Guardsman, like the Nelsons which is why your families are such good friends. Despite nearing middle age your father was a very handsome man and was religious about keeping his body in shape even after his days in the National Guard.

"John!" he said when he saw me.

"Hi, Dad." I said with a sheepish wave. Dad marched over to me and wrapped me in his arms as he bear hugged me.

"John, I'm glad to see you and that you're alright, but what are you doing here?"

"Mabel's birthday." I replied making Dad groan.

"Didn't you hear that the entire state of Boston was under quarantine?"

"Week long road trip, crappy motels with no WiFi, and I never was one for reading the newspaper."

"But you should've at least been stopped by the military before entering the state!"

"That's what I need to talk to you about," Carolyn said. "John said he didn't see any military as he drove into Boston. Not sure what that means but it can't be good." Dad looked at Carolyn gravely for a moment before ushering the you and Carolyn inside.

"John," Dad began. "Your mother and Mabel are upstairs, why don't you go say hi to them while I talk with Carolyn." You nod and head upstairs. Your house was just as you remembered. Downstairs held the kitchen/dining/living room, the guest bathroom, Luke's room, and an office for Dad for his work as an architect after the National Guard. Upstairs held the master bedroom, main bathroom and yours and Mabel's bedrooms. You find your mom, Sophia, and your sister, Mabel sitting on the bed on mom and dad's bed.

"John!" Mabel exclaimed when she saw you and then tackled you into a hug. Mabel was a young adult as of today and she was just as you remembered. She had fluffy brown hair that went down to her back, beautiful blue eyes and an impossibly large, innocent smile. She had generous c-cup breasts that you have to **** yourself not to start at, more times then you care to admit, along with a plump butt and a slender but fit body, thanks to her work as a cheerleader. She was overly excitable and acted like a kindergartner but you loved her anyway. When you two were kids, you were the best of friends, practically inseparable.

"Oh my god, John!" Mom ran up to me and joined the hug. Your mother was lovely woman. Just like your father, despite nearing middle age, she was still very attractive. Your mother had brown hair with a streak of slightly grayish hair tied into a ponytail and had bright green. She had D-Cup breasts and a bubbly butt with and a fit body. She was a stereotypical housewife that cooked, cleaned, and helped you and your siblings out whenever you needed help. Her hobby included working out along with dad and sometimes she research other types of cooking, she took pride in her cooking skills.

"Oh, John!" mom said as she buried her head into her neck.

"I'm so glad to see you!" Mabel said, attempting to kiss your cheek. You accidentally moved your head to look at her and her lips came into contact with yours. Your eyes went wide and you expected Mabel to quickly pull back but instead she kept her lips there for a few good seconds to make it an official kiss that was inappropriate for a brother and sister to share with each other. Mabel finally pulled away and placed her head on your chest, snuggling into it and pretending the kiss never happened. Mom didn't seem to notice so you decide it was best not to say anything.

Mom asks what you're doing here and you tell her the same story you told Dad and Carolyn. Then you tell them what happened when you came into town, (minus the part where you and Carolyn are fucked by zombies). Afterwards you tell Mom that Dad is downstairs and is talking to Carolyn and for some reason she quickly stands up and heads downstairs, leaving you alone with Mabel. Mabel is laying on Mom and Dad's bed stomach first, her hands propping up her head and her feet were kicking in a cute childish way. She looked at you with a strange smile, not the same innocent one she had when you were kids, but this one had something in it you recognized but you wished you were wrong.

"There's something you're not telling me," she said impishly.

"What are you talking about?" you ask nervously.

"You had to fuck on the way here, didn't you?" Your eyes widen and you find yourself in a cold sweat.