Zap my damn heart!” She leaned up, looking at them expectantly. He ran for the device, which Helen held ready. “Zombies have slower heartbeats. Yo... need to boost my heartbeat back to a normal rate; otherwise I’ll suffer the same brain damage they experience.”“Are you sure she’s alright?” Taylor asked as Phillip and Anderson kept her in their sights.“Would she be talking like that if she wasn’t?”“She’s never responded as expected,” Phillip said. “What makes you think she’d start behaving. New moves,” Dad said, breaking out into a big grin.“Sit down, we’re making breakfast,” Lynn said. “Are scrambled eggs OK?”The look between our mother and father was fascinating, as they kissed each other.“Are we going to have a baby brother or sister anytime soon?” I asked.“I am not only 42,” Sonia said, “But after having a miscarriage two years after your brother was born, I had a partial hysterectomy, so I can’t get pregnant again.”Dad was quick to remark, “It certainly makes having. It was a strange feeling but I enjoyed it very much. Even though I couldn't see my partner she was doing a great job keeping rhythm with me while her pussy gripped me tight with every stroke.Mystery hands now took a slight break from pushing on my ass to reaching through my legs to fondle my full and aching ball sack. I didn't know how much more I could take but I continued to fight it some more until I surprised even myself. I couldn't believe how hot, wet and tight this pussy was. Most of all. What made today any different?A small person lay on my back porch, just outside my sliding glass door. I could tell that he was male, non-human and sick as hell. Why non-human? Humans don’t mature at fourteen inches tall, have tiny scales all over their skin or have pointed ears. How did I know he was sick? He was curled up in a ball, shaking despite it being early summer. The shakes were getting visibly weaker as I watched.Screw work. I unbuttoned my shirt and gathered him up close against my.