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Thread: Birthday Lessons (kandy)

Tradition, it was something that was important to Shaun McCoy even if others didn't think much of it anymore. Tradition was a link to the past, it was something that reminded you where you came from and helped you teach those that would come after about their own family's past. In Shaun's family there was a very special tradition, when a member of the family turned thirteen an older family member would take them and teach them about the pleasures of the flesh. Shaun had been taught by his cousin who his own father had taught, then he had taught his sister and with no other man in the family willing to be the one to carry on the tradition the fourty five year old Shaun had volunteered to teach his sister's only daughter, his niece. OF course he was happy to do so, her mother was a great fuck and even so many years later he would occasionally be able to seduce her, the last time being at the wedding of one of their nephews where he had cornered her in the ladies room and hiked up her dress. From where he stood in the back of the ball room the family had rented out for the young girls thirteen birthday he could see mother and daughter, both of them so lovely. If it wasn't for the fact that he was about to take her daughter with him to be his own personal fuck toy he might have tried to bed his sister again that night... perhaps in the future he would have them both. His lovely niece knew nothing of the family tradition of course, it was always meant to be a surprise for the night of their birthday and now Shaun felt that it was the right time to approach her, the party was winding down and the band wouldn't be playing for much longer. Several of the guests had already left in fact. Swallowing the last of his scotch Shaun made his way through the crowd, approaching the birthday girl. Hey princess. He said with a smile. I know you are turning thirteen today but I hope that doesn't make you to old to have a dance with your uncle.
Thread: Birthday Lessons (kandy)

Allison, the birthday girl, had no idea what it meant to become a lady in the family but she did know one thing. It was a right of passage that was passed down from generation to generation. Yet, the young brown haired teenager thought it was the party that meant they were now a lady. She was dolled up with red lip stick, a light pink blush, her eyes outlined with black eye liner and pink with gold eye shade smeared on her eye lids. Dressed up in a rather short mini dress. It fit her tight, showing off her young body. A smile on her face, she was having a blast. The party was amazing. Allison had enjoyed all the gifts of clothes, make-up and body spray. Everything that a young lady would ever want. She couldn't have been happier at this moment in her life. As the music was dying down to the last song, Allison was lightly chatting with her mother when a shadow appeared behind her. ...Huh? Turning she couldn't help but look up at her handsome uncle. Hey Uncle Shaun. Her smile was bright and filled with happiness and love. Sure Uncle Shaun, I'd never be to old to dance with you. She giggled and took his hand. I'll be back later mommy. Allison called out to her mother as she headed to the dance floor with her uncle.
Thread: Birthday Lessons (kandy)

From closer up Shaun could truly admire Allison's beauty, his eyes drinking it in like it were a fine wine. The makeup only helped to highlight the already evident perfection of her, the dress serving to show off her budding body. Soon he would be taking that dress of of her, unwrapping her body as though it were a gift to him on her birthday. She looked so much like her mother had at that age and Shaun intended to find out if the similarity continued on beneath that dress of hers. A glance at his sisters smile was enough to let him know that she had picked out this dress her his daughter for just this occasion, knowing how much it would tempt Shaun and drive him wild. Of course Allison didn't know that she wouldn't be going back to her mother that night, she would be staying with her uncle in the hotel room that he had reserved for just that evening and then the next day back to his home to continue her lessons with him. As they moved onto the dance floor and the band started up their final slow song of the night Shaun pulled Allison against him, his arms wrapping around her. I certainly hope you never get to old to dance with me. He said with a smile, leaning down to kiss the top of her head as he moved to the rhythm of the music. Being turned down by such a pretty young woman might end up breaking my heart.
Thread: Birthday Lessons (kandy)

Allison didn't mind being held close by her uncle, it wasn't like it was odd after all men and women always danced close on the slower songs. It was just how things were done. Giggling as she listened to him speak, it was funny to her that he would think he'd ever be to old to dance with. Aww, you're too funny Uncle Shaun. You'll never be too old for me. The clueless young girl then leaned her head against her uncle's chest and danced with him slowly. So Uncle Shaun...may I ask why you waited for the last song to dance with me?
Thread: Birthday Lessons (kandy)

He smirked a little bit when she asked about why he had waited for the last song to dance for her. If he had asked her to dance earlier there was a good chance he would have just lead her up to his room and started the lessons early. Well Allison I waited so long because your mother told me I should wait for the last dance. He said honestly, enjoying the sound of her giggling. You know that tonight is a special night, girls your age in the family receive special lessons when they reach your age... I am going to be your teacher baby girl. Right now your mother is leaving and you will come up with me to the hotel room so the lessons can start. He was eager for things to get started, his hard cock pressing against her as they danced slowly.
Thread: Zombieeeees!

TZZZZSCHHHHHCK We interrupt this program to bring you the following urgent announcement. Please pay close attention, this is not a drill. Allan sat up straight and peered at the TV screen, Attention, residents of New Romero. It is my duty to report to you that there has been a very tragic development. Within the campus of our very own University of New Romero, a pandemic of sorts has been reported. Many students have been affected, but what is more pressing even, is that the outbreak has not been reportedly cannot be controlled. Symptoms include salivation, slurred speech, deteriorated motor functions, glassed eyes, dilated pupils, hair loss, nausea, necrosis, and an insatiable bloodlust. This unclear pandemic is though to be spread through blood or other bodily fluids. Although only direct contact will guarantee infection, please observe the utmost of caution in dealing with infectees If you or anybody you know has experienced these symptoms, been bitten by or has experienced sexual intercourse with anybody who has, please say your goodbyes and promptly isolate or decapitate said persons. Once again, this is not a drill. ZZCHHHKT He stood slowly, and pressed rewind on the remote. He played back the message two more times and then rewound it to the beginning. Allan made his way slowly up the stairs of the flat, and knocked on his flatmate's door. Uhh there's I think you You might want to see this. It's kind of pressing, actually. Seriously, you should come down stairs.
Thread: Zombieeeees!

Vera frowned at her reflection in the full length mirror. The purple dress had looked a lot better in the store. Holding it up to herself in the bedroom had her regretting the purchase. She tossed the garment on the growing pile of clothes on her bed. This shouldn't be this difficult, she muttered. One date. One outfit. She took a quick glance at her bed before disappearing into her closet again. She'd just pulled out a cream colored cardigan when she heard the knock on her door. Jesus, what does Allan want? She rolled her eyes, figuring she would let him knock a few times before answering. His persistent knocking told her that wouldn't be happening. She yanked open the door, staring at her roommate's face. He was pale and stuttering. What? she asked. What's going on? She squinted at him through her soft brown eyes. Is this some kind of joke? Because I'm kind of busy right now, Allan.
Thread: Zombieeeees!

Well, you can pretty much forget about your date, Vera, chuckled Allan, Since we are as of five minutes ago on pandemic watch. He leaned against the wall across from her door. You're not going to believe this, not a word of it, but it's paused on the TV downstairs. You may need a drink. he said, and walked solemnly to his room. He kicked open his door and reached up above his closet, retrieved some fine sixteen-year-old Scotch and a couple of shot glasses, and made his way back to the stairs. He passively walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen, his mind fuzzy and scattered, and poured two shots of scotch. He figured she'd need one fairly soon. Downing his shot, he brought the bottle back upstairs then began sifting through his things for the most dangerous goods he owned. Machette, largish dowel, five hundred matches, kerosine lamp, couple of tennis balls, length of rope heh, dammit, this is when I wish I was one of those crazy knife-collecting people. thought Allan, empty bottle, empty bottle, empty bottle, pocket-knife, scissors, aha! Paintball gun ball bearings? Ball bearings, fucking score.
Thread: Zombieeeees!

Vera's eyes narrowed. What the hell are you talking about? she asked crossing her arms over her chest. Pandemic watch? she repeated. Come off it, Allan. I mean it. She scoffed at his statements as she watched him walk to his room. She stood in the doorway of her room a second longer before jogging down the stairs. I swear if you're wasting my time... she trailed off as her voice carried up the stairs. She picked up the remote off the coffee table and pressed play. She began to listen to the broadcast, turning her head when she heard the shot glasses in the kitchen behind her. Bullshit, she said aloud, turning off the television before the report had even concluded. It's a fucking joke, she said, exasperated as she made her way back up the stairs. She pushed open the door of Allan's room to see him pulling out random items - most of which were empty bottles. You really believe that? she asked. Hey, dumbass, ever heard of the War of the World or whatever broadcast? It is fake. 'Insatiable bloodlust' cannot be a symptom! She was ready to continue her rant when her phone chimed once, then twice, then four more times in succession. The hell? It is a joke, she repeated again before pulling out her phone. The text messages had all come at once. They fell for it too she thought immediately not even wanting to reply to them. She was about to slip the phone back into her pocket when it rang. Her mother. Her answer was met by a shriek on the other line. Vera managed to hear pandemic and unsafe in between her mother's sobs. If the report had made it all the way to her parents then maybe it wasn't just a hoax...
Thread: Zombieeeees!

They broadcast it on multiple channels, Vera. I checked. If it's a joke, it's very, very extensive. One way or the other, I'd like to be prepared for a worst-case scenario. Which is kind of what we're dealing with since we live on the goddamn campus. As he said this, he continued digging through his closet, finally retrieving some CO2 canisters for the paintball gun. He put it down on the floor and began disassembling the paintball gun. Vera, do we have any nails? Hammers? Wood? I'm beginning to think we might need to board up the house to buy some time. Moreover, we need to think of a way to get away from the campus as quickly as possible by means other than by road. He looked up at her momentarily, Erh, that is Well the way I see it is like this, and please correct me if I seem out to lunch We're sitting at the epicentre of a pandemic. It is spread through bodily fluids, which means biting primarily, and the mechanism that makes this plague most dangerous is that persons affected are very inclined to biting things. If a multitude of people have already been infected, that suggests animals are susceptible or humans have begun cannibalizing. You know what that sounds like to me? Fucking zombies, Vera. We're dealing with fucking zombies. First and foremost, if I am not the only person aware of the situation right now, then the streets will, especially near the campus, absolutely packed with cars. Traffic is going to be atrocious, and if these zombies have even the remotest vestiges of predatory ability, I don't think it would be especially hard for them to spread the seed given a buffet of panicking refugees. The best thing we can do for the time being, is board up the house and put together some protective utilities, preferably those that would keep us out of arm's reach. Guns would be great, but we don't have guns so we'll have to make do with what we have around the house. Since they have reduced dexterity, and I'm drawing from common sense and a few zombie video games, it might be in our best interests to board up all of the downstairs windows and doors. There was a knock at the door and Allan stood. Your date's here, he commented and picked up the machete and plucked a condom from a dresser drawer handing them both to her, Better safe than sorry. Allan chuckled and grinned at her, expecting a not-uncalled-for slap.
Thread: Zombieeeees!

Panic was starting to creep through Vera's veins. Her mother was some 250 miles away from New Romero and not the kind of woman to watch the news without cause. If Allan was trying to scare her then he was doing a damn good job of it. I know where the hell we live! she snapped, starting to pace the hallway. Do we have what? she asked, sticking her head back into his room. She took a deep breath. If it was a joke she had to keep cool or look like an idiot. If it wasn't a joke then she would make things worse by freaking out. She took a deep breath to help herself think. I think there is a hammer in a drawer in the kitchen. I don't know about wood. Jesus. Maybe some nails in the basement or something, she said. She stared at him as he spoke, legitimately wondering if she was in the middle of some wacky dream. Zombies? she nearly screeched. Allan, you have got to be kidding me. Zombies are like...not real, man. She shook her head. This is officially not funny. At all. She groaned as he continued talking unable to keep the dread from building up inside of her. I cannot believe this is happening, she muttered, wringing her hands. She turned her head at the knock on the front door. You're a wanker, she commented yet still took the condom and machete from him. She glared at him, considering slapping him. Instead she bounded back down the steps. She tossed the items on the couch. One second, she called out to DJ. She flipped back on the tv. The report was still on. She changed from the local station to a national one. It was the same report. No, no, she murmured, slowly sinking down onto the sofa. Each channel she flipped to had the same message. Even the channels not in English. She turned off the tv, staring in disbelief. She got up slowly and walked to the kitchen, downing the shot of Scotch still sitting on the counter. There was another knock and she cautiously made her way to the door. She peered through the hole to see her date, DJ standing on the porch. She frowned, only able to see his profile. I'm...gonna have to get a rain check, she said through the door. Something is going on. Now isn't a good time. DJ turned to face the door and Vera saw his face. She screamed and jumped back from the door. Allan!
Thread: Zombieeeees!

Allan heard her scream and picked up the wooden dowel. He raced to the stairs, slid down the rail and quickly joined her. He peered through the peephole just as formerly-known-as-DJ began hammering on the door. Allan laughed and backed away from the door. DJ hadn't been particularly nice to Allan when he'd come to pick up Vera he wore a lot of expensive, pseudo-mobster clothing, including a four-hundred-something dollar fedora. Zomie-DJ, fully succumbing to necrosis, no longer had a nose, or eyebrows, yet still seemed 'fashionable enough' to have bothered to put on the fedora. Zombie-DJ seemed to be just in the midst of succumbing to the illness, and so still had some of his mental faculties though, evidently not many. Wham! Wham! Deeja wan fuck. Deeja wan fuck! roared Zombie-DJ, Ver wan fuck? Ver wan fuck Deeja! The deadbolt was more than enough to prevent 'Deeja' from getting in, but moreover, Allan tripped over the couch, laughing continually. Hah-hah, h-hey V-Vera, at least the sucker's being honest f-for once, hahaha Eventually, Allan got up, muffled a laugh, and put the wooden dowel over his shoulder. So snrk Do you want me to hold him down while you whack his brains out, or shall I do the honours? His grin was infallible, his demeanour oddly bright. Popping your zombie-killing cherry your former boyfriend? It's more than he deserves, Vera.
Thread: Zombieeeees!

Allan! Allan! Allan she screamed, shaking all over. She closed her eyes but the image of DJ's face wouldn't go away. She doubled over, clutching her stomach as her roommate came down the stairs. I'm gonna be sick, she groaned. The pounds on the door continued and Vera turned to see what Allan was doing to get DJ away from them. This isn't funny, she said, slapping him on the back of the head. Do something! she urged, all the color completely drained for her face. She raised her hand to hit him again when Allan finally moved. She shook her head, in disbelief at his demeanor. Grow the fuck up, Allan. His.. she could barely repeat what she'd seen. His damn nose is gone. She shuddered and pointed to the door, backing up towards the kitchen. Just take care of it. Now. It isn't my fault nobody wants to fuck you. Complain about that later. Vera moved herself completely into the kitchen, trying to calm herself down and move out of harm's way. How had he been infected so quickly? She winced, hearing the dull whack of the dowel against DJ's skull.
Thread: Zombieeeees!

Allan opened the door and kicked Zombie-DJ in the chest. Zombie-DJ reeled backwards, arms flailing for lack of motor skills and balance, finally falling to the ground. As he struggled to get up, Allan calmly walked over and put his foot on Zombie-DJ's chest. The zombie paused momentarily and looked up at Allan. It took him a moment before he recognized his prospective executioner. Aanaag! screamed the zombie, reaching up towards Allan, a look of hatred on its face. Hey DJ, you're not looking so fine today. Run out of makeup? Haha. Oh hey, listen, I know your secret you sick fuck, and you have no idea how satisfying it is to know that I'll be the one to knock down your date-rape campaign. What's funny is that I'd say it's your 'enthusiasm for women' that got you here, whad'ya say? Think I'm right? Maybe one of those chicks you've been fucking happened to have caught the plague first? Zombie-DJ paused. If his face could get any paler, it did. Thought so. said Allan, bringing the tip of the dowel next to Zombie-DJ's head. He shook out his legs and stood over DJ, and for a moment prepared for the first and best golf swing of his life. Ready, feet shoulder-width apart and SPLACK He turned and put his hand above his eyes to observe as the misshapen head spun off into an adjacent neighborhood. Allan dragged the corpse to the trash bins and stuffed it into the 'soft garbage' bin making sure to reapply the lid of course and promptly hosed down both the lawn and dowel. He sauntered back to the house, a smug look of self-satisfaction on his face. He locked the door, of course. The truth of what-had-been-DJ's situation was a bit too unpleasant to be worth mentioning to Vera. He was sure if he did, he'd only make her feel worse about the whole scenario. As much grief as she gave him, he wasn't actually keen on making her miserable, and he understood that regret was often particularly poignant. It's over, Vera. You can calm down. Did you drink your shot? I promise you that you won't see a trace of what happened, I made sure of that. Anyways and I realize this is very sudden and rather alarming we need to get to business as soon as possible. I don't mean to put any more pressure on you than there is now, but I'm sure you can see the gravity of the situation. I need you to get it together and help me board up all the windows. We need to be quick about this. Like you said, I think there's a hammer in one of these drawers, if you don't mind looking I'll go to the tool shed and see if I can find any wood and nails, and whatever other dangerous goods I can find. Lock the door when I leave. I have my key, so if someone starts knocking, don't answer it. Do you follow?
Thread: Zombieeeees!

Vera paced the kitchen, wringing out her hands and muttering to herself. This is happening. This is really happening. She poured herself a glass of water and drank it quickly, trying to quell her nausea. She took a deep breath. Get it together, Vera, she said firmly to herself. Just to be safe she finished another glass of water, determined not to let what she'd just seen much less the entire situation give her too much stress. The real drama had only just begun. But calming down was easier said than done. She realized Allan was taking longer than suited her when finally walked back in. The look on his face told Vera all she needed to know. Not only had DJ been taken care of, but Allan had taken sick pleasure in it. I don't even want to know, she muttered, but was spared the blow-by-blow. Literally. She nodded. Yeah, I took the shot. I could use the whole damn bottle though. She sighed, knowing she had to get it together. And fast. I'm fine, she said to reassure him. Hammer. I got it. She walked with him back to the door. Just...be safe, she said awkwardly as he disappeared outside. If anything happened to Allan she'd be up shit creek without a paddle. Not that she wasn't already a bit SOL. Vera locked the door as she was instructed and went back to the kitchen to find the hammer. She found it in the third drawer she looked in along with leftover nails from putting up the curtains. Satisfied with what she found, she put the items on the coffee table. She turned the tv on again, hoping there would be more information besides sit on your ass and wait. They had to offer some better advice than that. After five minutes, the news was no more positive and Vera was on the verge of tears. She headed back upstairs for Allan's bottle of Scotch. She was going to need it. A lot of it.