The next day for Tom...

Tom lay in a sleepless tangle of sheets as the first rays of sunlight filtered through his bedroom curtains.

Every time he tried closing his eyes he was haunted with visions of countless busty beauties and sexy goddesses. Most of all; he was plagued with lurid images of Mrs. Hope. It had been a mistake to give the mega-MILF next door a chance to get into his head like that.

He had jerked off furiously thrice more during the night in a hopeless attempt to rid himself of the sordid dreams and exquisite nightmares but even now as the sun rose his cock remained semi-hard. The filthy fantasies and dark desires still polluted his mind and Tom buried his head under a pillow praying fervently for sleep.

The weeks of mind-numbing isolation, the constant hiding and the few **** expeditions outside for food and supplies weighed heavy as stacked stones upon his young shoulders.

The tension was becoming too much. It was as if he were an elastic cord, stretched too tight between his male desires–a blazing bonfire fueled continuously by daily sightings of those prowling seductresses–and the near certainty that if he did succumb to temptation, he would not only be endangering himself but his sisters too.

It was all too much, the male libido wasn’t meant to be punished like this and that was probably one of the major reasons men were falling prey to the virus so quickly.

Tom recalled a news report two weeks ago when a handful of quarantined CDC pathologists had announced the breakthrough that gave the virus its apposite name. They had identified a foreign third X chromosome attached to the DNA of female infected test subjects. They postulated that widespread genetic testing to detect this alien abnormality would make locating infected citizens easier and faster.

Tom had thought this statement was patently ridiculous at the time. All he had to do was take one look at these XXX-women with their knock-out figures, stupendously provocative outfits and cock-hungry behavior to spot them for what they truly were.

The sound of his bedroom door opening dragged him back to full awareness and he sat up in confusion. Jessica and Britney were standing in the doorway, both dressed in formal school uniforms. Tom rubbed at his tired eyes in disbelief and stared at them accusingly.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he cried hoarsely, though it was fairly apparent what they had planned for the day and dressed accordingly.

“We’re going back to school.” Jessica replied, her voice tone hardened with resolve. “We’re all going mad staying cooped up in this house and frankly I wouldn’t have even told you if Britney hadn’t insisted.”

Tom looked from Jessica to Britney as if they had taken leave of their good senses. They watched the news, they had eyes in their heads - hell, the new papergirl had ridden her bicycle down the street this morning in a goddamn string bikini!

“I didn’t want you to worry when you found us gone.” Britney added nervously “We’re going to be really careful and avoid any close contact that seems too risky…”

Tom collapsed back onto his bed wearily. He knew the girls weren’t handling the isolation well and suspected this dreaded day was coming but… was he really doing any of them any favors keeping them trapped like prisoners in their own home? Was he just putting off the inevitable by trapping all of them in some desolate purgatory?

“I don’t know…” He groaned, covering his face with his hands in frustration.

“It’s not like we're at high risk of infection…” Jessica explained, trying to sound reasonable “We’re too young and all the evidence…”

The general consensus from the medical community had been that the Virus couldn’t manifest in females who hadn’t reached a set threshold of sexual maturity. That meant late puberty at the earliest but with the state of things these days, girls were hitting puberty at earlier and earlier ages.

Shit, girls as young as fourteen were having babies and even his youngest sister Britney was well developed for her age. He had heard stories of girls as young as her showing signs of the XXX-infection.

“No! I forbid it!” He argued with as much authority as he could muster. “What will happen if something happens at school?”

What did their local college even look like right now? All those young coeds just waiting to be turned into lusty nymphos **** for a good hard…

“Then we’ll come straight home, we promise” Britney pleaded “The gymnastics tournament was meant to be on this weekend and I haven’t been to practice in weeks!”

Gymnastics. That had been Britney’s life before the epidemic struck and she had shown great promise. But seriously? The likelihood of that extra-curricular event still happening was slim to none at best.

But their mother had meant to be home well before the tournament–Tom felt a sharp pang of loss at her disappearance–and it meant a lot to her as well…

Tom groaned inwardly before coming to a difficult decision he hoped he wouldn’t regret later. .

“OK, but I’m coming with you and if I say we are leaving…” He said, rising from his bed. “...we leave immediately.”