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She didn't respond at all.

That is to say, Raquel didn't stop what she was doing. She didn't have her hands out to brace herself, instead using stomach muscles that models would be jealous of, as she effortlessly bent in place. Her tongue made its presence known, tracing around the head, as she moved on from kissing to something more.

Chris was speechless, lost between the absurdity of what was happening, and the fact that his sister was actually amazing at this. She was barely beginning, and he could feel the thrill down to his palms and toes. Struggling not to make a sound or look like she was doing exactly what she was doing - because he was in a public place.

Less than an hour ago, her affection for him had been nothing but a sneaking suspicion.

His poker face evaporated as Raquel dove down hungrily. She deepthroated him effortlessly on the first movement, nuzzling her nose down into his exposed crotch.

Chris let out a quiet groan as he realised that this was what was happening, now.

He could feel her saliva as his sister pulled back her head just a little, and then dove right back down again. Not a single scrape, not a single gag, as he was wrapped in the warmth of her throat. Her tongue lifting with each movement to flick and drag at his underside.

Just like the kiss, Raquel was telling him that she loved him. She had stepped way, way, way past any line. But that was his zombie. She didn't know how to do anything by halves. She only knew how to rush into the extremes.

"Fuck." Chris whispered, realising one of his brief and guilty fantasies was now a reality.

The right thing to do would be to stop her. The right thing to do would be to tell her it couldn't happen again. To go home, and order a delivery from the supermarket instead. To try and put this all behind them.

The wrong thing to do would be to let Raquel continue to suck his cock. The wrong thing to do would be to moan and groan as she bobbed her head and covered him in her saliva. The wrong thing to do would be to put his hand on the back of her head, and encourage her.

Damn the wrong thing felt nice.

"Oh, fuck..." Chris moaned, and felt her laugh. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her throat constricting and releasing, vibrating, as she laughed with him halfway still halfway down her.

No girl could do what Raquel was doing. No girl that needed to breathe, anyway. No girl with a hint of a gag reflex. No girl who felt pain in their back.

Chris suddenly felt very nervous that Raquel might be not leaning on her hands so that she could use them for something else. And that would result in him looking a little bit like clay in the hands of someone throwing a temper tantrum.

His sister let out an annoyed growl as he started to soften, and he patted the back of her head, "No, no. It's fucking amazing. Really. It's just... Thoughts. Fuck. Don't stop."

She let out a happy sound and went right back into it. Her tongue not just sliding and flicking along the underside, but the wings curling inwards as she drew away from him, and spreading out as she moved her head back down.

From terrifying head jerks, to the most amazing tongue control he'd ever experienced. Raquel was a mystery to him. The sexiest damn mystery.

She had him right back to solid, instantly. The quiet sound of her sucking at his cock, the saliva in her mouth catching as she moved her head, was the only sound that Chris could hear.

He didn't care if they were in a public carpark, his sister's skill meant that he was about to blow his load. He groaned weakly, hand tightening on the back of her head, "Fuck. Ooh. Fuck... Where... Do you... Want it?"

Raquel pulled her head back, until he was cradled in her tongue, and she shook her head left to right. He felt that final moment cross, stiffening and his entire body tightened up as he came.

He almost felt like he was cramping, his neck stiff, his toes curling up, and his chest too tight to even breathe. Then suddenly he was shotgunning into her mouth.

Three heavy blasts ripped free, and then a couple smaller ones for good measure, as his sister's mouth overflowed with his cum. The back of her blonde head lifted slowly, and Raquel stared at him with shocked sky-blue eyes.

Some of his cum drooled out of the corner of her mouth, and she reached up to touch her lips, as if she didn't quite believe that it had really happened. Just like her biting.

Chris flinched, "Oh, shit. You didn't mean that, did you?"

She slurped and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and pressed their foreheads together. Grinning as she touched their noses, and then gave him a brief and cummy kiss.

She sat back onto her seat and let out a satisfied sound.

Chris frowned, "So... I guess... This is happening, now? Is this a thing?"

She nodded and gave a happy little moan.

"Do you prefer if I call you my girlfriend, or my sister?" He asked cautiously, trying to gauge whether or not she even wanted the title of sister or if she wanted to treat it like they were starting over.

She cocked her head and then nodded.

Chris frowned, "Um... Guessing... Both?"

She nodded again, but she seemed like she was staring extremely intently, her head still at an unusual angle.

"Well. My sister just gave me the best blowjob of my life." He said nervously, "But, my girlfriend also ripped the hell out of my pants. So I guess we need to... Go home?"

Raquel shook her head and pointed.

Chris turned his head very slowly to the window, and then jumped as he found a redhead peeking through at the both of them. The witch burst out laughing at him as he felt like he had a heart attack.

He rolled his window down slowly, guiltily. Unable to do much to cover up, after what Raquel had done to his pants. And then done to make the centre of the hole, where the cloth was now missing, messy.

Ginger sniggered at him, "Got here, earlier. Ya seemed a bit busy. Got ya some pants, too. Looks like you two sorted shit out, then?"

Raquel gave a small and happy growl, "Miiirn."

"Yeah, he is." The witch laughed, handing over the items of clothing. She looked at Chris panicking and rolled his eyes. "I already knew she was into ya. That's the thing she kept shuttin' me up, aboot. Don't worry about it. Lils is dating her brother, too. Witches don't have hangups like that."

Chris gave the shoes to Raquel, which were some brilliantly white runners. Then he emptied his pockets and started to awkwardly try to get into the cheap tracksuit pants whilst processing the fact that someone else was happy to commit incest.

That the crazy shit that he'd just stumbled into didn't just include magic, witches, and the undead. That it also apparently included a world which didn't need him to hide his attraction to his sister.

Ginger took a deep breath, "Well. Apart from you being a bit mad to risk her bitin' ya... Ya think she's ready for this? Public?"

"Fuuuurgh!" Raquel snarled and punched the broken dashboard, glaring at the witch.

Chris nodded, "She's fine. We're fine. Oh... Um. Can you fill the freezer, when you get a chance? She's going to need it. Olaf made a mess of her arm."

"Olaf?" Ginger asked in confusion, as Raquel tried to awkwardly put her arm behind her back. "Uh... Oh! Cursed snowman. Huh. Been a while since I seen that one. Holy shit, Raquel fucked 'im up."

"Reading my thoughts, again." Chris rolled his eyes, "Witches don't really have a concept of privacy, do they?"

"Not really." The redhead shook her head, blew a kiss to him, "Enjoy, you two. If ya fuck it up, I'm burnin' ya, Raquel."

She swore at the witch, again.

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Chris avoided the freezer and deli sections of the supermarket, which meant that they were soon standing in front of an open fridge, looking at the various veggies.

He'd taken a step back, as his sister sniffed and made disdainful faces at each of the crunchy items. None of them fulfilling whatever criteria she seemed to have in her head for biting things.

A woman in an overly glamorous white dress scared Chris by standing within snacking distance of his sister. Muttering to herself as she looked over the various salad items.

The woman cocked a hip, "Say, thrall? Can you grab me a pineapple? I forgot earlier."

"Eeughh?"

"Yes, you." The woman said disdainfully.

Chris' hands bunched into fists, both terrified about how Raquel was going to react, and incensed that someone was treating his sister as some kind of servant or slave.

Raquel, rolled her eyes, and then surprised him by lurching off with a slight limp. Her new shoes squeaking against the floor as she stumbled over to the fruit, sniffed around carefully until she found a pineapple she was satisfied with and came back.

"Ta. Trolley's over there." The woman pointed, and frowned, "Where's your master, thrall? I would have asked for permission to use you, if I noticed another vampire."

Raquel smiled very sweetly, and then lifted the pineapple and pulverised it above the woman's head.

An instant flood of juice and yellow fruit pieces cascaded down and over the shocked woman, who just stared at her, shaking. Raquel's smile turned into a sneer, and she let out a low growl.

With that done, she turned back to looking at the veggies.

Chris stepped forward, "Uh... Sorry? But not... Entirely. You did sort of have that coming. Calling her a thrall, telling her what to do. Vampire? So... That mean you're one?"

"Ellie." The woman said, trying to wring out her hair, "God. Well. She's not a thrall, is she? She... Felt like one. Last time I make that assumption. What is she?"

"My sister."

"Duh. I can see your eyes." The woman rolled her own, "She's... Let me see... You don't really think of her as... Holy fuck. She's a zombie? Wow. Uh. I'm lucky I'm not dead. Or that I already am. She'd match me in a real fight, strength wise. Fuck."

Chris turned away so she couldn't see his eyes, "You've met a zombie, before?"

"Nope. Not one." Ellie replied, "But one of my boys, Vlad, did. Once, a very long time ago. The zombie managed to rip one of his arms off, before he put it down. Which is saying something. Vlad's a real asshole, but he's also a real fighter."

Raquel turned around, and yelled angrily, her voice loud and spitting with hatred. She pointed first at Chris, and then to the woman, and back.

He nodded to Raquel, and then addressed the woman, "Um... Well, sorry. Kinda."

With that, he followed the instruction of his girlfriend and stepped away from the pineapple drenched vampire that he hoped hadn't read how much of a bitch he thought she was, in his eyes.

His sister stepped up to him, and dropped her arms heavily onto his shoulders. She grinned and growled at him, "Miiirn."

"Raquel..." He said hesitantly, aware he had just announced she was his sister publicly, after she'd made a large fuss and other shoppers were staring at them in terror.

She shrugged and shoved their faces together.

"I didn't find any sush... What the hell happened, El?" A male voice asked nearby.

"Zombie. Don't ask." The vampire said quickly, "We should go, before she decides I deserve worse. We'll get the rest somewhere else."

Raquel's tongue pushed into Chris' mouth. Pushing apart his lips and teeth before he could decide whether or not he was opening up to accommodate her. She gave a happy sound, as she started to passionately make out with him.

"I should do... Something, shouldn't I?" The new voice asked.

"No. Scott. Do as you're told. Why do you find that so difficult?" The vampire replied, walking away. "We're trying to stay underneath the White Witch's radar."

Raquel broke the kiss, grinning at him and pressing their heads together, "Mirrn."

"I do love you." Chris shook his head, "But that was crazy inappropriate. Especially as I didn't kiss you back. I'm not your property, Raquel. Just because you're..."

He stopped, as he saw tears welling up in her brilliant blue eyes. His sister shoved her head into his chest, knocking the breath out of him, before screwing up her fists in his shirt and bellowing out a sobbing howl that the entire building must have heard.

He sighed and awkwardly put his arms, dragging her into a deep hug. "I'm sorry. I forgot how much it hurts you when I put some distance. I'm not leaving, Raquel. I'm not leaving."

His eyes went wide as she chomped down onto his shoulder. Her teeth ground back and forth, but as they did, he felt her entire body relax. She gave a timid and content little moan, as Chris tried to remember how to breathe.

Don't ignore the pain. That makes it worse. Accept it as a signal that something is wrong. Put it aside as something to deal with later. Chris reminded himself of the basics of pain management, waiting for her to recover her control.

"Um... Excuse me?"

Raquel turned, without releasing him, her teeth dragging across him as she did. The two looked at the nervous staffmember standing nearby. The man swallowed, "Um... My boss... Um... We're going to have to ask you to leave. Sorry..."

His sister sneered at the terrified retail worker.

Chris took her hand, "Sorry. I get it. We'll get out of your hair, kid."

Raquel stuck her thumb in her mouth and stormed forward. Limping angrily, she knocked into the worker as she went by. The surprised man wasn't just tapped, but went sprawling and even slid a bit as they hit the ground. Getting tagged by his sister probably felt like getting tagged by a dump truck.

Chris shook his head, helped them up, and then ran to catch up with her as she bit and chewed on her finger. He looked at her with concern, "Even if I had carrots, it wouldn't help, would it?"

She pulled the hand from her mouth, and put it behind her. Holding her wrist to keep both hands out of reach. Raquel gave him a nervous smile, and then swallowed and tried to mumble. "Sss... Sss? Ss... Sawww... Sawwwrrg."

"Sorry?"

She nodded.

Chris smiled and put an arm around her shoulders, squeezing. "You're getting a lot more words. Kinda terrified you still like to bite, but I guess that's just you, now. We'll go home. You can snack and I'll order myself something. Then... Movie? You like TV, right?"

"Eh." She shrugged, and then a smile lit up her face, and she looked over at him, "Miine?"

"Yeah, I'm yours." Chris said, feeling proud at how well she'd managed the word that time.

Raquel shook her head, and raised an eyebrow, "Miiiine?"

"Your..." Chris hesitated, and then blinked, "Um. The car? Your turn? You want me to...?"

She squeezed her eyes shut as she gave a huge and toothy smile. The girl nodded at him, expecting an answer. He was still utterly confused, and he wasn't sure what the hell their relationship was. But Raquel still wasn't going to give him a breather.

He guessed he was lucky that her lady bits seemed to have been the first that healed. Which made him remember the mess of her arm. He needed to clean it, once they got in. However, he was hoping her next feeding frenzy would clean it up.

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Raquel screamed at him until he went away, when they got home. Apparently she still wasn't comfortable with him watching her eat. He could understand that. She didn't seem to like being reminded that she wasn't human, anymore. He doubted he would, in her position.

The space gave him a few minutes to realise the truth of what was happening.

His entire life had turned nutbag. Witches and magic. Undead and brains in the freezer. He'd seen, and be attacked by, some kind of devil snowman right out of a fucking Halloween story.

Chris had expected that with some time to breathe, that he'd realise that the thing between him and Raquel was wrong. That he couldn't be imagining screwing his little sister, and needed to find a safe way to bury those feelings.

Reality and expectations rarely align.

He'd come to the conclusion that it didn't matter. Life and death were philosophical concepts that wasted and consumed so many thinkers over the course of human history. He was standing in a place that said the story was more complicated than anyone could dream of.

Which meant all the usual values and morals that had been expounded on down the generations, encoded into laws, informed systems of ethics... Were wrong.

Ultimately, he just had to make up shit as he went along.

Raquel just wanted him to be happy.

He... Was happy. With her by his side. He was happier than he'd ever been, even though he knew he was about three minutes away from a chomp on the shoulder, and didn't have the faintest idea if being a zombie was an infectious thing or not because no one had any clue what kind of zombie his little sister was.

She was perfectly content with a life made up of eating, watching the twenty-four hour news broadcast, and staying by his side. That seemed to be the only requirements necessary to make Raquel's life... Perfect.

He was fine with making that happen.

Though... If she was going to give him another blowjob, he was hoping that she wasn't going to rip his pants to shreds, again.

"Chris!"

Raquel was calling to him from the lounge. Her voice was deep, and rattled the windows, but it was slurring less. He smiled as he got up from the bedroom and headed out to see her. His little undead ray of sunshine.

He wasn't sure what he was going to see when he walked in. He'd expected the snowman's attack to have at least healed a little. Some of the bruising faded. Probably some news on the TV.

She was standing in the middle of the room.

She grinned and gave a twirl, her blonde hair flying out around her. Briefly obscuring her face as she came to a stop. She did stumble and nearly did topple, but managed to save herself. She grinned sheepishly up at him.

Chris stared in amazement at her.

There were a few scars on her right forearm from where the snowman had attacked. Faded, stretched, almost gone. Like they were ancient history. There was no bruising. No little marks around the scars... Or anywhere else, either.

He was confident in his assessment that the bruising was nowhere, because the girl who had just twirled at him to show herself off, wasn't wearing a single damn scrap of clothing.

Well, almost.

Around her neck, was hanging her mask. It wasn't in place, two of the strands disconnected so it was loose and not forced into her mouth. However, she was still wearing it.

"Chris?"

He smiled at her, "You're beautiful... I suppose you... Want me to return the favour? The carpark?"

She shook her head, smiling at him, and then touched her mask gently. "Preaase?"

He walked up to her, and lifted it. Delicately fitting the bar into her mouth, as she stared at him. He felt a shiver move down his spine as he tied to tightly behind her head, all the while her sky blue eyes watched him adoringly.

Chris leaned down and kissed her forehead, purely on instinct, "I... I was lost. Without you. I really was. I can't imagine what you must have thought, hearing what I said at your grave."

She put a hand to his chest, and gave a little smile, "Mirrn?"

"Yeah, I'm -"

Chris was cut off as Raquel launched him off his feet with what might be a gentle push for a kaiju. He hit the couch and damn near flipped the thing. The feet hesitated in the air before falling back down with a crash.

She grinned at him, unashamed and then fell to her knees with a crunch. His sister tapped his pants and looked up at him with a growing sense of anticipation and excitement. She almost look giddy, she was so excited.

He coughed nervously, "So... Wearing gag... That means... You want to...?"

She nodded frantically, cracking her neck back and forth with each violent move of her head. Well... No one ever accused zombies of being subtle.

"I don't get to makeout with my girl, a bit, first?"

Raquel considered it for a moment, and then shook her head. Immediately afterwards, she grabbed his pants and hauled. He was pulled upright, before they slid to his knees, and he fell back onto their brand new couch.

He gave a shocked half-laugh, and then she lurched upright, before falling onto him. She dragged at the back on the couch, pulling herself in so that her warm thighs were straddling his, her chest was right up close to his head, and then she nuzzled into his neck.

Chris hadn't exactly been hard, but feeling his sister's ridiculously hot mound pressing down on him, whilst she rubbed into the side of his neck, was not an understimulating experience.

Raquel let out a sound that was somewhere between a hungry growl, and a delicate moan. She clutched onto the couch, causing the wooden frame to creak in protest. Chris put his arms around her waist, surprising himself at how soft she was.

She was also warm to the touch. Not just warm. Raquel felt like she might have a fever. His sister was getting hotter and hotter, as she got more and more into it.

He didn't feel worried by it, his sister was a miracle. This was just one more thing that was different about her. The thing poking up just behind her slit and touching the start of her ass certainly wasn't minding the warmth.

She leaned back a little, and he could see she was biting down hard into the gag. Her eyes were bright and her chest was rising and falling heavily. It was as if she were panting. She took one of her hands and put it against his chest, pushing at it hard enough she nearly stopped him breathing. "Miiir."

"I... Love you, too." Chris said raggedly.

She screwed up her nose, and then lifted her hips a little, and raised an eyebrow at him. Daring him to do what they both wanted him to do.

He reached down a hand, and repositioned himself. Probing himself at her entrance, rubbing back and forth through her slit, trying to spread out the wetness that he found there.

Raquel sat down, hard. He felt himself jerked into alignment as he roughly entered her. He gasped at the feeling, slipping into her wet furnace, as she smiled around the edge of her gag, "Criish."

His sister smiled blissfully around the bar in her mouth as she started to rock back on forth on him. Not rising or falling. Just gently squeezing him inside her depths.

She wasn't tight, at least not in a way that Chris had ever felt before. It was more than that. Raquel was moving inside like she was practising her kegals - and had full control over them. Not just a grip and release, but a pulsing wave that sometimes paused partway and rolled back. Sometimes grabbing at the head, sometimes rolling along the full length of him.

All the while, Raquel looked like she was in heaven, staring at him with her brilliant eyes.

He cupped her cheek in one of his hands, "I love you."

"Miirn." She replied affectionately and nuzzled into his palm. As she did, the walls of her tunnel tightened in aggressively, and she gave a loud moan. Chris gave a gasp, still somewhat bewildered to find himself balls deep inside his sister.

Still nuzzling into him, Raquel lifted her hips, sliding herself a knuckle's width upwards before dropping down onto him again with a delectable grunt. He pulled her head towards him, kissing her nose gently and feeling himself flex deep inside her.

Raquel leaned back a little, and pushed his shoulders roughly into the couch. Then she started to rise and fall against him. Moaning quietly with each movement, her eyes locked onto his. She grinned around her gag, her hips striking his, and she moaned his name. "Chrriish."

Her legs pressed into the sides of his were flexing with the muscles of someone far less petite, as she increased the speed from a gentle bounce to a rough rider. Fucking her brother into the couch hard, driving him in and out of her with abandon.

"Holy fuck, Raquel." Chris moaned, feeling her working him upwards towards his climax like no girl had ever been able to. She was so much more than any other girl. More than he felt like he could handle.

She moaned around the gag, and roughly headbutted him, pushing their foreheads together. Her stomach leaned in, twisting the hips that were slipping up and down, changing the texture of her tightness against him. "Chhriish!"

Raquel was wet, moving easily, but he could also feel the edge of her tunnel pulling on the head of his cock with each movement. Pulling the hood back as she drove him deeper and deeper. Taking everything from him, giving him everything.

Chris' toes curled up and he reached for her hips, feeling the need to take over and give himself what he needed. The moment that his fingertips touched her sides, his sister snarled angrily and jerked her head forward.

He grabbed the seat of the couch, and she relaxed into him again. A smile spreading over her face as his sister resumed fucking him stupid. She was fast and furious, her blonde hair casting out waves across her shoulder and back, whipping in the air.

"I... I'm getting close." Chris groaned, "God above. You're amazing."

She gave another snarl, but this was accompanied by a lopsided grin around her gag. Her bright eyes stared at his, and he felt like he could feel her willing him on. Begging for him to not just finish, but to cum deep inside her.

Even as she rode him, he could feel her continuing to caress him. The walls of her vagina milking him with their disturbingly amazing self-control. He had no doubt now that she had conscious command of her incredible tunnel.

"Fuurgh!" Raquel moaned, her face screwing up in bliss, and her insides tightening down onto him tightly enough that she actually pushed herself upwards, popping off the top with a plop, before falling right back down with a strike of hip on hip.

Chris' groan became a grunt at the overwhelming sensation, and he came. Hot ropey strands flooded into his sister's cunt. The woman grinning and grinding down onto him as he filled her up. Her teeth bit down hard into the gag as she moaned with absolute contentment.

As he felt cum start to leak out of her, Raquel rolled her hips a couple times, smiling at the feeling of the warm liquid inside of her, and his still-hard, but now sensitive dick. She leaned onto his chest, letting out a little coo and nuzzled into his neck.

Hands let go of the creaking cough and encircled him, as his sister hugged onto him even as he felt a strand of his cum drop down onto his balls.

Chris felt a sense of strangeness, something he couldn't quite describe. Not an emotion, but a vibe of some kind. An odd environmental kind of feel, descending around them.

His sister was back from the dead. She had never blamed him, for taking her life away. She had crawled back, just to see him smile. To make him happy. And now he was balls deep in the one-time dancer, who felt burning to the touch, and was now leaking their combined efforts everywhere.

Chris' mind finally jerked to life and he realised, "You don't... Sweat. You're... Overheating. Cold shower, time."

She leaned back and looked at him with begging eyes and stuck forward her bottom lip.

He smiled and gave her a small kiss, "I'll come, too. We made a mess."

She let out a hacking laugh, and then tumbled back from him onto the floor with a crash. Raquel jerked upright, cracking her back as she came chest-first upwards. She gave him a grin, and started shuffling towards the bathroom.

He followed after her, the whole world still feeling surreal as he saw his own cum looking down the inside of his sister's leg. Her flawless leg. All the bruises and horrible injuries she'd had since turning up seemed to have finally faded.

She still wasn't exactly human, and he didn't think that she exactly wanted to be, either.

She was his adorable, endlessly biting, unpredictable, zombie sister.

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Raquel didn't acknowledge Chris from inside her nest of blankets, staring blankly at the news channel. He sat down beside her, as he ate his breakfast slowly, taking in the broken containers and torn gag lying on the ground nearby.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked her carefully, "Feel up to buying some dresses today? Or do you want to spend it in?"

She shook her head and gave a noncommital grunt.

"So what do you want to do?"

She turned her head slowly towards him and gave a grin, before silently leaning back and pulling up the edge of her dress. She spread her legs apart, "Urrr tuuurn."