Sister Viral Confrontation

Susan Winters knocked on her home’s front door. That may sound odd, but she didn’t really live there any more. She was a third-year college student and so she spent most of her time not in classes at her dorm. Her old home was just that, old, in the past except for those rare moments she returned home to visit. So she knocked to announce herself like proper manners dictated.

“Hey, Mom, Jason, is anyone home?” she called out, but no one answered. They must not be home. She pulled out her spare key from her purse and put it in the lock, twisting it open. Susan pried the door open and entered. The living room was quiet, the TV off and no one to be seen. She set down her purse and looked around for any signs of habitation.

Seeing nothing, she debated about giving her mom a call. She probably should, but first she wanted to check out her old room. Her mom was always going on about remodeling it to use it for extra storage for her dad’s old stuff instead of keeping it in the attic. That particular Sword of Damocles was always hanging over her head. She walked up the stairs to the second floor and that was when she heard it: moaning, her mother moaning.

“Harder. Harder! Harder!!!” Oh fuck, her mom was having sex. She wasn’t expecting her daughter to come home, so that was fair, but also, ew. Her mind immediately went to dirty places Susan would rather it didn’t. “Fuck me harder, Master-Son.”

Oh. Omega-ew. She was even roleplaying the kind of mommy kink stuff with some random guy. Susan wasn’t a prude by any means, hell, she had even done similar stuff with some of her boyfriends. But that was a different matter entirely from hearing your own mom do it. She walked back down the stairs and resolved to do her best to pretend like she just got there when her mom and this guy eventually came down.

She was playing on her phone when her Mom did come down. The first sign that something was wrong was that her mom was still wearing some sort of fetish french maid outfit even after the sex. The second was that she was joined by Jason, not some random guy at all.

“The fuck?” Susan asked, her brain expressing its complete confusion.

“Susan! I didn’t know you were coming home. What a lovely surprise!” her mom said.

“Are you just not going to mention fucking my brother?”

“Oh, Jason? Of course I’m fucking him. I’m his MILF maid ****. It’s practically in the job description, dear.”

“What?” Susan stared dumbfounded at her mom and her smirking brother.

“Yeah sis, you heard her. She’s my MILF maid ****. Are you feeling alright? This is like simple stuff.”

“Oh dear, it might be the virus. We should show her the safety video.”

“Yes, we should show her the safety video.”

Susan watched as her family members repeated the line like zombies. What was this talk about a virus? Were they infected and it was causing this fucking strange behavior? This complete breakdown of morals? Her mother went to church for Christ’s sake. And here they were talking about **** as if it was some normal everyday thing.

“Come dear, watch this video and it will explain everything,” her mom said in that same creepy tone of voice.

“Yeah sis, just watch the video. It’ll explain everything.” Her brother’s grin somehow managed to be even creepier. Susan backed up towards the front door. “Wait, don’t leave. You need to watch this video so you can be a MILF maid **** too.”

Okay. That was it. She turned and bolted out of the house and got into her car. She quickly closed the door and locked it, just in time since her brother and mother were right on her heels. They pounded on her car door as she turned it on.

“Susan, stop this at once. You’re being a bad daughter. A very bad daughter.” Her mom pounded on the windshield.

“Sis, don’t you want to fuck mom and get fucked by me? Don’t let the virus win.”

That was more than enough. She put the car into reverse and booked it out of there, leaving her mother and brother flailing impotently at the air.

“The fuck was that?” She asked no one in particular as she drove aimlessly. Was it a virus? Was it just her family going insane? Or something altogether different?

She was parked at a red light when she looked out her window to see a car. next to her And inside it was a woman who was rolling down her window. She was dressed in a maid outfit, revealing her huge cleavage.

“Hey there car neighbor, I noticed you weren’t wearing a maid outfit. Did the virus get to you?” the woman asked her, as politely as if she was talking about the weather.

That was it. Susan had gone insane. It was the only explanation.

“No… I’m going to get one right now.” She made up an excuse on the spot.

“Oh, in that case I recommend Andrea’s at the Evergrass mall. They do good work, and quick too. That’s where I got mine. Custom fitting and everything,” she declared proudly, motioning towards her bust. “Looks like the light is about to change. Need to get some groceries for my growing boy. Have a good day!” The woman rolled the window back down.

Susan gripped her steering wheel tighter. The light changed and she drove forward, following the road wherever it took her. At least for a while. Eventually her head cleared somewhat and she looked up the nearest motel on her phone. She needed somewhere to sleep and see if this wasn’t all a bad dream. Maybe this was all from stress. Her end of year exams were coming up soon and she was barely passing at it was.

She pulled into the Lucky Star motel and parked her car. There weren’t that many other vehicles in the parking lot, just a couple. Then again it wasn’t quite the holidays yet, so the amount of out-of-towners was probably low in general.

Susan entered the lobby. It was a little dingy, but nothing too off-putting. A man behind the counter greeted her and asked her if she was looking for a single-night stay or something longer. She told him just the one and he gave her a key to room 24. She left and walked up the second floor and down the outdoor walkway to the fourth room. The key worked and she quickly entered the little refuge from insanity.

She flopped onto the bed on her back and stared up at the popcorn ceiling, as if it were possible to divine the future from its kerneled texture. What the hell was she even supposed to do? She was just one possibly insane woman against something as intangible as a virus. Wasn’t the government supposed to do something about this? Or were they compromised too. How fast was it spreading? Did it affect everyone the same way? Where did it come from? How would you cure it?

Susan had questions, but no answers. But that’s what the internet was for. One of her clues so far was that her infected family wanted her to watch some sort of video, possibly to brainwash her? Given that she avoided any video sites or places where you could embed videos. Thankfully she had this text-only message board she tended to hang out on that she could check. She loaded it up and browsed the daily thread.

The very first comment she saw at the top of ‘new’ sort answered some of her queries. “There’s some sort of mind control virus going around. It’s already got a few of my friends. Don’t open any links or watch any videos. They tried to get me to watch something but I’m like 99.9% sure that it’s like subliminals or something.”

A new comment popped up replying to that. “Haha lol. This guy’s crazy. I watched the vid he’s talking about and it’s just like some meme. Here, check it out.” They included a link that Susan very pointedly did not click.

Another reply to that comment. “Yeah the vid is really funny. Like the new ‘rick roll’.”

And another reply. “Don’t listen to them. Whatever you do, do not click that link.”

There were some older comments on the thread too. “Has anyone thought about how hot **** is? It just makes me want to cum from thinking about it.”

“Cleaning is so zen-like. I can just empty my head and wipe floors all day.”

“Can you make certain you get pregnant? Like are there some pills or something? I need to become a mom pronto.”

“Where the fuck are the mods? We’re getting spammed by weird **** spam bots.”

“Anyone want to roleplay as my son? I’m a 40 year old woman, MILF-aspiring, who wants to be fucked by a good boy.”

“I’ve created an extension to hide the links they keep spamming. Install it just to be safe!” And replies to that. “Thanks.” “You’ve saved my life, dude.” Which was like the oldest trick in the book. She wasn’t clicking that link either.

She put her phone down. Well. Fuck. Guess the world had gone to hell in a handbasket if the virus had spread that far that it was reaching her super duper niche message board. Soon enough it’d probably get the owners of the site too and they’d like start adding auto-playing videos or something. She could see how this was going.

Okay. This was just like a zombie apocalypse, just real and slightly less macabre. She needed to disguise herself and prevent anyone from figuring out she wasn’t converted. First, a maid outfit. Her ‘on the way to get one’ excuse wasn’t going to fly when the virus had spread so much that everyone else was wearing one. Fortunately that part should be easy enough even if it was highly embarrassing. Second, some way to filter out the video so that she wasn’t caught by some random passerby. That was harder but not impossible. She could get some shades that blocked all incoming light. She’d be effectively blind when going outside but it’d be workable. She could just take the bus instead of her car and maybe she could get a job working from home.

Fuck. What about her family? How was she supposed to cure them? She wasn’t a scientist. She was a freaking college student studying civil engineering. How to properly structure a city wasn’t exactly congruent with developing a counter-brainwashing virus or something. She needed to find someone or hook up with people who weren’t affected and had access to a lab.

She looked up at the ceiling again and failing to find any assurance, closed her eyes. She could rest for a bit and try to figure it out tomorrow. Her poor heart couldn’t take too much more stress or else it was going to burst. Maybe with a clearer head she’d be able to find a way out of this fresh new hell.