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Liam

I parked the car in the driveway in silence. I had tried the radio on the way back, but the endlessly repeating emergency transmission that had taken over the airwaves only served to rattle my already frayed nerves after a minute or so, and so I had opted for silence in the end. There wasn't even any useful information anyway, just a generic ‘shelter in place’ order. Obviously nobody knew what the fuck was going on.

Penny remained as she had been for the past hour or so. Her mindless form still and silent on the enger seat, a thin line of drool slowly making its way down the corner of her mouth. I tried not to stare as I unbuckled my seatbelt and then hers. My hands wanted to wander but I held back.

The street was quiet.

I glanced out the windows and noticed only a few other cars around, a house or two had the lights on, but most of the street remained dark as the sun slowly made its way down.

I opened the door slowly, the quiet making me nervous.

I made my way to the other side of the car with haste and opened the enger side door. Slowly, carefully, I coaxed Penny’s pliant body out of the seat and onto her feet. It was difficult, awkward, she responded better to firm pushes rather than the gentle coaxing I initially attempted. It was like moving a slightly stiff mannequin.

I carefully guided her to the door and left her standing there before going back to lock the car. The neighborhood remained quiet. For a moment I thought I saw a curtain in one of the houses with a car move a little, but I wasn't sure.

I hurried back, unlocked and opened the front door and firmly pushed Penny inside before I locked the door once more, ing the deadbolt just in case. I left her there for the moment as I began inspecting the house.

The back door in the kitchen was closed. I locked it and ed the deadbolt there as well. There were no fires going, thankfully, so that was at least one relief. I moved to the rest of the house, slowly making my way through every room. There were no signs of entrance but still, I needed to be sure.

My room was empty, so was Penny's, Ashley's old room (nowadays more of a storage space for random trash) was also empty, finally, I made it to mom's room. Slowly, I opened the door.

She was there, standing in the space between her bed and her open closet, caught in-between movements as she half-faced the bed, her face had the same mindless expression I had seen on every other woman's face on my way back. The sight of her standing there, frozen and unresponsive like a doll, made the entire situation somehow feel more real than anything before had, immediately breaking through whatever walls I had put up to deny the reality right in front of my eyes.

I sat on the bed next to her and simply sighed, rubbing my face with a mixture of fear and I didn't know what else. Anger? Probably. Maybe. Something had done this to her and every other woman out there, there was no way this was natural. Absolutely no way at all.

Before long, in the silence of the house, I began to notice the things I hadn't wanted to notice before. I slowly uncovered my face and glanced at the frozen form standing next to me. My eyes guiltily took notice of the tight white dress shirt from the morning still adorning her body, accentuating her generous chest in a way I had tried not to stare at before. My gaze slowly moved downwards, I realized then that she had been in the middle of changing her clothes when she had been… frozen. A long skirt was pooled around her long legs, it had probably fallen from her numb fingers when she had stopped moving. Her lower body was encased in a set of black pantyhose over equally black panties.

I looked once more at her face, framed by those red locks that fell down her back in waves. Her wide, unseeing, blue eyes stared at nothing, completely devoid of intelligence and thought. Just like Penny, just like the redhead at the bus stop, probably just like Ashley as well, wherever she was at the moment. Frozen. Mindless. Pliant. All of them.

She looked so fucking hot like this.

I rose from the bed in a hurry, the feeling of guilt and shame inside me fading in and out as I stared at her tits and the way they pushed on her tight dress shirt. I tried not to look at her body as I made my way to the door. I needed to get Penny comfortable for when she woke up. Because she was going to wake up, I had to believe that, otherwise I'd lose my mind. But thinking of Penny made me think of her frozen body and the liberties I had taken with it already. I could still feel her tits in my hand, the heat of her crotch on my fingers, how she didn't even react to anything I had done.

I stopped just before I reached the door and looked back at the frozen, mindless, body standing between the bed and the closet. Slowly, I turned and walked back, guilt still burning inside of me as I stared at those wide eyes, completely empty of thought or recognition. Something else stirred within me as I approached mom's frozen form once more, something I didn't want to name.

With firm hands, I pushed her body down to sit on the bed and slowly straightened her back from the half-turn she had been caught in, it was purely to help her, I tried to rationalize weakly, she had been standing in an uncomfortable position for hours at this point, after all. Her blank eyes continued to stare dead ahead as my hand rested atop her head, her face was positioned right in front of my crotch, I realized. I gently, hesitatingly, pushed mom’s blank face against my crotch, letting it rest there for a few minutes, her slightly open mouth pressing against my growing erection. With trembling fingers, I used my other hand to take my phone out of my pocket and took a picture of the moment. The image of her empty eyes staring straight at my dick without seeing it was saved for posterity with a tap on the screen.

I stepped back after that, tried to focus, to walk away. Instead, I knelt in front of her and looked deep into those beautiful blue eyes, so strict and serious all the time, so dominating, now so completely empty. Lights on, nobody home.

Her lips were soft against mine.

My hands wandered for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes, feeling every inch of her soft, pliant, body, the fingers of one hand tangled in her hair as I kissed her deeply and the other busied itself caressing her long legs, rubbing the black pantyhose almost desperately.

An indeterminate amount of time later, I left mom's room with an erection and a sick feeling in my stomach. I didn't look back this time. I tried not to think about the dozens of new pictures in my phone’s gallery, or how her body felt in my hands.

I was jittery by the time I made it back to Penny, still back at the entrance, still standing motionless next to the door, just where I had left her. I grabbed her a little more roughly than I intended and firmly began to push her towards the couch, slowly guiding her body there. Eventually, I managed to push her down so that she'd at least be sitting there instead of standing. I was still horny.

After another minute of silence and inner warring, I lifted her shirt and took a picture of her before fixing her clothes. I sat down beside my sister and pressed my face against her tits, inhaling her scent, my erection pushed against my pants, still trying to think for me, and partially winning as I searched for her frozen hand and, with some effort, guided it inside my pants and began using it to relieve myself. Her unseeing eyes stared straight ahead, uncaring of what I was doing. How I was using her. As if she was little more than a sex doll.

The mixture of emotions I felt was intoxicating, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life. I felt like trash. Like I won a secret competition. The lowest of the low. But what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

And they were so fucking hot like this.