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Astrovirology Ch. 3
🕑 Added 2020-06-16 19:05:08 +0000 UTC
It didn’t take long for people to start figuring out that the world was changing. First, there was the spike in divorces followed by a spike in marriages. That was in turn followed, nine months later, by a spike in child births. The good news was that, after that first year, the divorce rate cratered. There was still the occasional divorce due to domestic violence. Though it was often incredibly difficult to convince the wife to get away from her abusive spouse. Even rarer were the cases of infidelity. It happened. But usually it was an agreeable divorce as the spurned spouse would invariably acknowledge the superiority of the new mate. That particular societal change would turn out to be a blessing and a curse. The decline in divorce and infidelity resulted in a whole generation of children raised in a monogamous utopia. It was great for societal stability but established a bad precedent for the other changes about to happen to humanity.
When the child birth numbers started coming in, it really shook people to the core. At first, it wasn’t clear anything was really odd. There were the stories that new births were weirdly skewed towards males. 55/45 at first and nobody really thought anything of it other than the few Doctors who understood statistics well. For a 50/50 event to come up 55/45 nationwide is a crazy level of variance. An impossible level of variance, frankly. But most people didn’t listen. Then people started seeing that number tick up more. 60% males. 70% males. By the time it stabilized in the fourth year, more than 90% of all child births were male. It wasn’t until much later that someone noticed female births were only occurring when there were twins. There were enough single female births that nobody noticed at first but once the biologists thought to look, they quickly found out that all of those single female births had an absorbed twin. The human species was no longer making single females.
Tabitha and Jorge experienced it first hand. Their first pregnancy, just a month after they got married, turned out to be triplets. Identical twin boys and their fraternal sister. They named her Marzen after the beer. A clever pun on the Coronavirus they thought. Most people didn’t laugh, however. The two boys were Sam and Adam. People laughed at those. They had five more boys after that.
Tabitha was happy that she’d made so many beautiful children. And even happier that she’d managed to be one of the lucky few that had a girl. Girls were so precious that they practically became national treasures. Biologists and demographers gave dire warnings. Sociologists warned about massive social upheaval. Women’s rights groups warned against the danger of sliding into a new world order that valued women only for their reproductive role.
That was the world Marzen was raised in. She was lucky though. Her mother impressed upon her the need to be strong and independent. Her father made sure she had a strong moral compass and a kind heart. And her twin brothers made sure she had lots and lots of sex. By the time she graduated college, she’d been tag teamed by her brothers a total of 1,512 times. She kept track. They’d given her 5,744 of her 12,465 orgasms and she’d taken 3,857 of their hot, creamy loads into one of her holes. Or all over her two tits.
Marzen was a sex fiend. Even more than her Mom. Her dark eyes and curvy figure oozed sex appeal. She had her father’s well toned muscular physique and her mother’s hourglass shape. Her dusky skin and black hair gave her a sultry appearance that rarely failed to leave a mark. Other girls were jealous of her, which was saying something these days. That was another thing that took a long time to notice. People around the world started to look a lot more attractive.
Attractiveness is a hard thing to quantify but, as that first generation blossomed into adulthood, it was universally accepted. Generation XY was fucking hot.
Marzen was sitting in her “Gender and Gen Next” class, listening to her teacher drone away. The teacher, Miss Halifax, was a member of the lost generation. She was probably only three years older than Marzen but she showed the same bad complexion and poor physique that almost everyone in the older generations seemed to have. She’d been the last of her generation to have a chance to mate and had to deal with that complication. Most of the best matches were already taken. The Coronavirus Compulsion as it had come to be known, had matched up people worldwide. Miss Halifax was the rare bachelorette in a world that had moved on from that lifestyle. She hadn’t found a man yet that clicked with her particular genetics. And she might never find, “the one”.
Marzen frowned, sad for her teacher. She really was a nice lady. A little frumpy and a little bubble headed but still very nice. She deserved happiness. “Miss Halifax, do you think Gen XYers will have to restructure the entire social order?”
Miss Halifax smiled and sweetly corrected her, “Gen Next, Marzen. Gen XY implies the men are the important part of this generation, remember?”
Marzen rolled her eyes, “I think we all know that won’t be the case. Gen XY men are kind of pussies.”
The girls in the class laughed. The three guys even snickered a little, knowing it was mostly true. There were exceptions. Terrance, the half black, half asian kid sitting in the back was definitely one of them. He was absolutely not a wimp or a pushover. But most of his generation definitely were. All of Marzen’s brothers were completely cowed by their mother. Despite Tabitha having never even raised her voice to any of them except Marzen. Virtually every boy that Marzen had met growing up was like that too. It’s why she didn’t bother to date anyone. And why she’d spent the last four years only spreading her legs for her two brothers. At least they knew what she liked in bed. It had taken a while for her to train them. Being rough and aggressive wasn’t what they were naturally inclined to do. But they did it once she told them to. She still remembered screaming at Sam to spank her harder because his wimpy little smacks were barely felt on her plump ass.
Miss Halifax cleared her throat, bringing Marzen back to the present, “We’re still learning about the biological ramifications of the shift, Marzen. Your language is crude but you’re right. My generation was overly deferential to men and this generation seems to be anything but.”
It was one of the first things discussed in class. The Gen XYers weren’t old enough to get into congress yet, though they were trying to amend that particularly silly restriction. But they had pretty much taken over state governments. There were a growing number of young women in state legislatures and mayorships. If you saw a young cop on the streets, it was probably a woman. Law schools and Med schools were having to aggressively seek male candidates just to keep the doors open. On the other hand, young men had completely taken over the low end side of the work force. No true Gen XYer female would be caught dead working in a McDonalds. It was all older people or young men. Docile. Compliant. Happy to help. Marzen frowned at the thought. So unsexy.
“Do we know why?” asked Terrance. Marzen looked at the man and briefly let her mind wander. She wondered if he would fuck her the same way she’d trained her brothers. He certainly had the physique for it. Despite his obvious physical attraction, she’d never really found him appealing, however. He was too forward. Too aggressive. There was a fine line for some man to get into Marzen’s pants and she could afford to be picky. All girls could these days.
Miss Halifax continued, “We don’t really. We know that COVID-19 and its more recent mutated strain of COVID-42 affect the human genome in a variety of ways. Almost like CRISPR. I’m not a biologist so the science is beyond me but essentially, humans were given a single new protein that made eggs more permeable to X sperm and a dormant protein was activated that we think gave us an enhanced capacity to distinguish pheromones.”
“Which is the reason for the better health of Gen Nexters?” asked another girl.
Miss Halifax nodded, “That’s what we think, Miranda. Smell has always been an important, subconscious selector for women. But his new capacity reenabled a segment of our DNA that encourages selection for genetic compatibility rather than more superficial traits.”
Marzen raised her hand, “Why wouldn’t humans be evolved for selecting for genetic match. That seems like the optimal evolutionary path, already.”
“You’re getting into evolutionary biology territory so, again, I’m out of my realm a bit. But as I understand it, we know that many animal species prefer strength, intelligence and other superficial factors during times of strife and low resources. There’s pretty strong evidence that the general turmoil of the black plague, the dark ages and the world wars, kept humanity on that path. During more peaceful times, genetic diversity and compatibility might be the optimal choices but not during times of turmoil.”
Marzen sat back and considered what Miss Halifax was saying. It seemed plausible but didn’t explain everything. Her hand shot up again and she blurted out, “That doesn’t explain the passivity of the men in Gen XY though,” Miss Halifax shot her a glare for shouting out the question without being called on and she quickly added an apologetic, “Ma’am.”
The teacher nodded, wordlessly accepting the sideways apology, “No it doesn’t. There’s a lot of research around that. You can see the newest data on page… 323 of your books though. This was taken from a comprehensive test of high school seniors in 2039. Because it’s a mixed cohort of people that are Gen XY based on genetics vs. those that are in that generation simply by virtue of their age…”
“What do you mean?” interrupted another girl in the class.
“Hand, Hailey. You can use your hand.”
The girl shot a look at Marzen, annoyed that she hadn’t been chastised for doing the same thing a moment ago. She raised her hand with a prissy little shake and said, “What do you mean about being a GEN XY only because of age, Miss Halifax?”
Terrance spoke up, “Not everyone’s parents had COVID at that point, dingbat.”
“Terrance. Be nice.”
“Sorry,” he said.
Hailey, who was always fawning over Terrance anyways didn’t even blink. She practically purred at him, “It’s okay. My parents were missionaries and didn’t get COVID until they returned to the states after I was born.”
Marzen rolled her eyes. People like Hailey belonged more with her teacher’s lost generation than this new one. Miss Halifax continued, “That’s right though. For the class of 2039, only about 20% of their parents had COVID prior to conception. That number would steadily rise to about 80% over the next four cohorts but we lack good data for the last couple years. When you control for that differential, you can see that the numbers are stark. IQ and physical health are substantially higher. The genetic Gen Next kids were taller, stronger and faster. Lower instances of obesity were found along with an almost complete absence of genetic diseases like diabetes. Even eyesight was vastly improved.”
“But the passivity was also there?”
Miss Halifax nodded, “Look at the next page. The male Gen XY… errr… Gen Nexters,” she said as the kids giggled at her mistake, “Were generally rated about 40% lower in terms of aggression. They tended to be less outspoken as well. Their dating history was also starting to show a remarkable shift.”
“In what way?” Marzen asked, flipping through the pages and seeing nothing about dating in the text.
“How many boyfriends have you had, Marzen?”
“Two,” she said.
“And you, Miranda?”
“Just one.”
“And Hailey?”
“Uhh… four or five,” she said a little embarrassed before adding, “But none since college,” as she batted her eyes at Terrance.
“How many of you have dated five or more people?”
Only Hailey and one other girl had.
“And guys, how many have you had?”
“Zero,” all three of the guys said at the same time.
“Does it bother you when you see other guys dating girls?”
“Not really,” they all said with a shrug.
“What about if you had a girlfriend and she started seeing another guy?”
The three guys shrugged and Terrance said, “I wouldn’t be crazy about it but… like… there’s lots of guys and only a few girls, right?”
Miss Halifax continued, “Think back to what we learned about pre-crisis times. About the tendency for patriarchally led polyamorous societies to form. From pre-Christian Israel to China to the Mormons, it was a constantly repeating pattern. Why then is this generation so accepting of the opposite?”
“It’s a numbers game, right. Women are so rare that they have all the power now,” one of the other guys said. Most of the class nodded but something about that answer didn’t sit right with Marzen.
She raised her hand, “Historically speaking, that shouldn’t be the inevitable result. Why aren’t men imprisoning women in rape factories on the belief that their breeding is integral to the survival of the species?”
All the women except Hailey seemed to ponder her question while the three boys looked aghast.
“I mean… if this had happened a thousand years ago, that’s definitely what would have happened, right? Why is it different now?” Marzen finished, ignoring the horrific stares from the guys.
The discussion devolved after that into good natured banter and academic discussion. When the bell finally rang, Marzen left the class and hopped on her hoverboard to zip across campus. She thought about Terrance and wondered why she wasn’t attracted to him. That made her mind drift to other boys she’d had feelings for over the years. And that inevitably led her to think about her two roommates. Her twin brothers. A part of her wondered if the three of them could just live together forever. It wasn’t unheard of. It was so common now for girls to have sex with their twin that they’d just changed the law to allow it. Not that it had stopped Gen XYers from doing it already. But Marzen didn’t feel that way about them. They played the game well. She’d trained them well. But she knew that they weren’t really what she needed. That it was always just a little bit fake with them and Marzen wanted the real thing.
As her mind wandered, she could feel the itch growing within her. By the time she turned into their complex, she was in a pretty desperate state. She was stripping off her clothes before she even hopped off the sky blue scooter. She fumbled with the key in the front door as she fumbled with her bra strap with her other hand. When she eventually opened it, she walked in and sighed, “Fuck… I’m so horny, boys!”
Her two brothers immediately put down their game controllers and stood up with big grins.
“Does our big sister need a hard fucking?”
“Oh yeah,” she said as she peeled off the rest of her clothes. She looked at the chiseled features of her twin shirtless brothers. They knew she liked the eye candy so they were almost always naked or nearly naked at home. She looked at the two of them, quickly identifying which was which. Sam had a tiny freckle on his collarbone and Adam always stood with a bit more of a slouch.
“Fingercuffs or DP?” Sam asked.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t ask that?”
“Oh yeah… just use you like a fucking slut, right?” Adam said as he walked forward. The way he said it was just a little too clinical for her. She knew a lot of her generation really liked that. Very clinical sex. Couplings they were called. Marzen didn’t want that though. She craved hard, rough, intense, domineering fuckings. She needed it. She nodded at Adam’s question and bit her lip lightly.
Adam’s hand lashed up and smacked her cheek. It caught her by surprise which was absolutely perfect. Adam always understood her. “Please…” she whimpered.
“Please what?” Adam asked as he smacked her again. Sam now came up behind her and grabbed her arms, wrenching them behind her and making her perfectly shaped tits stick out at his twin.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered. “My cunt is so empty.”
“Good,” Adam said. He reached up and twisted her nipples painfully. The action caused Marzen’s knees to buckle and her already damp cunt to flood.
“Yeah. We decided it should stay that way, bitch,” Sam said into her ear. She’d never heard Sam be so cruel. So dominating. She loved it.
The words burned through her lusty haze and she realized what he was saying, “Wh… what do you mean?”
“He means we’re fucking your ass and mouth tonight,” Adam said as he smacked her tits hard. His hand tangled into her hair and he gripped it roughly, forcing her to look into his eyes.
Sam laughed behind her as they continued to bend and contort her painfully. She could feel his massive cock through the pants as it pressed into her ass. “Not just tonight, for the next month you’re cunt stays empty you little cock tease.”
“No,” she tried to protest but suddenly Adam shoved her face down to his cock. She instinctively opened her mouth, accepting her brother’s shaft down her throat. He pumped her roughly seven or right times before pulling her off. Marzen was left gasping for breath, her throat burned and she could feel her eyes starting to water. She could also feel her cunt tingling with desire. Where had they learned to do this? When had they learned?
“Bring the bitch over here,” Adam said and gestured towards the couch. Sam shoved her forward, slamming her into the back of the leather couch. “We’re done playing nice, sis. Now we’re going to use your holes to make ourselves happy, got it?”
“But…,” she started. Her words were cutoff again with her brother’s thick cock slamming into her mouth. He mercilessly gripped her hair tight, holding her completely in his thrall as he slammed his shaft down her throat over and over again. She only remembered Sam when she started to feel him push into her from behind. His large cock, the twin of the one currently raping her throat, forced her to relax as it penetrated her ass. He’d lubed up his member generously, something he always took care to do, especially when he planned on fucking her hard. That’s exactly what he did now. The two brothers quickly found a rhythm as they pistoned in and out of Marzen’s voluptuous, helpless body. Her feet came off the ground and suddenly the two men had complete control of her. With each end impaled on a cock, she was reduced the thrashing and moaning.
“I like when our slut of a sister screams, Sam. Really ram it in hard and make her scream louder on my cock,” Adam said. He spat down on Marzen’s forehead and the liquid trailed down over one eye and onto the cock that was violently fucking her throat. Sam, always the obedient one, gave her several hard, deep thrusts that stunned her. His hand smacked her flesh, sending a loud crack through the room that echoed as he rained the next blow down onto the other cheek. Again and again and again.
She tried to relax. Tried to ride the pleasure and pain. Her clit was getting just enough friction off the couch that she could almost feel an orgasm approaching. But almost wasn’t enough. Instead, she was constantly teased while her brothers continued to cruelly violate her. There’d be no release for her. Marzen was simultaneously in heaven and hell. And she loved it.
Adam and Sam continued to fuck Marzen for the next hour. Both of them came multiple times until all of them were spent and exhausted. Marzen had two huge loads of cum leaking from her ass and another five all over her face and hair. She probably looked like an utter mess. She also couldn’t stop smiling.
“Where did that come from?” she asked, still trying to catch her breath. She was resting her head on Adam’s shoulder. His arm draped around her and his fingers gently traced circles on her soft ass. The sensation on the abused flesh gave her aftershocks of pleasure that had her already ready for another round. Sam was walking back from the bathroom, having cleaned himself up. He now looked sheepish and slightly ashamed.
“We’re sorry if it was too much,” Sam said.
“Sorry and not sorry,” Adam said with a little laugh.
“Don’t apologize. That was the best fucking you guys have ever given me. Truly.”
“It wasn’t weird for you?” Adam asked.
“Weird? It was amazing…,” she said and trailed off, “Was it weird for you?”
“No… well… yes… a little. It’s not really our thing,” Sam said, glancing between Adam and Marzen.
She felt Adam shrug before he said, “It was fine. Just not our preference, I guess.”
“You guys sure did cum a lot for not being that into it.”
“Well… you get us pretty hot, sis. I mean, you’re fucking sexy as hell,” Sam said as he grabbed her hand and squeezed it.
Marzen squeezed back, fully aware of the odd intimacy between her and the man who’d just called her a variety of names while fucking her ass brutally. She also pondered her life. The world was filled with eligible bachelors now. Why couldn’t she find someone who pushed her buttons both in bed and out. She loved her brothers but she’d taken years to teach them what she liked and when their cocks got soft, they went right back to being the same passive, obedient boys they’d always been. Adam was a little better than Sam but not really much. Then there were guys like Terrance. She could see that dominant streak in him. That little bit of spine that her generation seemed to be lacking. But something about him just felt off to her. She couldn’t imagine fucking him let alone spending a life with him.
She looked up at the spinning fan above their bed. 1513 fuckings, 3,594 loads and 5,745 of her 12,466 orgasms. She needed to find a man. She could practically feel time ticking away.
