"Good evening and this is the main news:

The Government has decided to take a drastic course of action to address the population problems caused by the plague which had either killed off or, made sterile, every man and boy over the age of 14.

This statement was made by the President earlier today.”

The face changes to that of the recently elected President Christina McCoy.

“Hello, my fellow Americans.

A dire situation faces our great nation.

The plague that struck us four years ago has left with us a terrible legacy. A depleted male population who have been rendered infertile and, although we have been able to cope with this great tragedy, it is now time to think of the future, to start and build up our population.

Attempts to artificially inseminate women with sperm taken from sperm banks have proven to be a failure. Tests show that only sperm produced by men who had not undergone puberty until after the plague can successfully be used. However, even then, it can only be done when both subjects are close blood-relatives such as an aunt-nephew, brother-sister or even mother-son.

So, after great deliberation, we have no choice but to call on you to serve your country once again.

We ask for every family who has a boy over the age of 18 to produce an offspring with a close family member once a year for the next three years. Only male babies produced from such a union will be able to procreate with unrelated women.”

The President takes her glasses off and looks directly into the camera.

“I understand that what we are asking you to do goes against the very fibre of your moral upbringing. But this course of action is necessary for the very survival of the human race. If we don’t do this, our scientists calculate that humanity will become extinct within two generations.

So please help us. We need you.”

The President’s face is then replaced by the reporter.

“In the next few days, leaflets will be sent to families who meet the criteria. Centres and hotlines will also be made ready for anyone requiring additional help.

For further information, please phone this number.”

A number is displayed at the bottom of the television screen…

"Look at the tits on that one!"

Mark Fleming doesn't have to see what his friend, Sunil, is pointing at to know that it is some big-titted girl. For as long as he can remember, all his friend appears to think about are girls and sex (preferably at the same time).

Don't get me wrong. Mark thinks about sex as much as the next horny 18-year old. If you listened to his mother, his large 6 foot 6 frame and good looks will break plenty of girls' hearts (though he cannot see it). Unfortunately, he is incredibly shy and gets tongue-tided as soon as a girl tries to talk to him.

"Aw com'on, man!" Grumbles his friend. "You gotta admit she is stacked!"

Finally looking over, he sees that the girl in question is indeed "stacked". She is also Sheila Hancock, Head Cheerleader and Brad Wilson's girlfriend. Girls like that would never take notice of him.

"Hiya, Mark!" She calls over to him, waving. Poor Mark simply blushes.

"Heeyyy! She likes you, man. I bet you could screw her!" Sunil says.

"Yeah, right!" Mark says, moving ahead of his friend.

"Hey!!!" Sunil shouts as he is forced to run to overtake Mark's long strides. "Do you wanna stay a virgin the rest of your life?"

"Well you are one!" Mark quickly retorts.

"Well...." And the shorter Indian boy goes silent, much to Mark's relief.

"What are you up to tonight?" Sunil says finally.

"I gotta pick up the twins and take them home. Mom's making one of her special curries." Mark answers.

"And then?"

"Stay in I guess."

"Why not come out?" Asks his friend.

"Nah!" Says Mark, after a little thought. "I haven't any money and besides I have work to do." The truth is that Mark didn't feel like spending an evening with Sunil trying to get into strip clubs or trying to chat up women (which they fail abysmally anyway).

"Hiya, Mark! Hiya, Sunil!" Mark sees Matthew and Emily, his 6 year-old brother and sister, running up to him.

"I gotta go! Catch you later!" Mark takes his siblings' hands and makes for home.

"See you tomorrow." Sunil shouts.

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Reaching their home, the twins immediately rushes into the garden while Mark enters house.

"Hi, Mom! I'm home!"

He is greeted with a distressed looking mother rushing past him into the bathroom, followed quickly the tale-tale sounds of someone throwing up.

"Mom? Mom? Are you alright?" He shouts out, his heart sinking.

Oh no! Not again!

His father had almost died during the plague and it had taken all of his mother's strength to nurse him back to health again, as well as looking after the family and keeping down a part-time job. The doctors had said that the stress of it all had almost given her a nervous breakdown with the side-affect that she suffered from frequent bouts of sickness which they had said would diminish over time and eventually stop.

And he had thought it had, the last time had been six months ago.

But now it is back.

Taking a deep breath, he enters the bathroom and is immediately assaulted by the stench of vomit.

Oh God!

Sadly, he sees his crying mother as she kneels at the commode, retching. Going over to the wash basin, he pours some cold water on a handcloth and takes over to her.

"It's alright, Mom. Everything will be alright!" He says soothingly as he always does in this situation, applying the wet cloth to her forehead as she sobs continually...

Mark had just finished cleaning the bathroom when he hears the door bell. Getting up, he goes and answer it.

"Hello, Mark." The small, plump Indian woman smiles at him. "My, you are getting bigger every day. Give me a hug."

His friend's older sister (though she seems more like a mom than a sister) always says that him when she sees him. Not that he minds. Ever since he had become a teenager, he has had a huge crush on his friend's sister which is doing little to diminish. Happily he obeys and is instantly rewarded with the feel of her soft full body against his. Instantly, he finds himself getting hard and as quickly as possible, he pulls back before she can feel the affect she has on him.

"How is she?" Devi asks.

"Better." Mark answers. "Mom is in the living room."

"Poor woman. Oh, I past Burt the Mailman and he handed me these." She lifts up two A4 size envelopes. Mark couldn't see what it is but it had the words: From US Government. "He said it was important that Janice and I got them. I wonder what they are about?"

Unsure what to say, he just shrugs.

"Hey!!!???" She says as she moves past him. Not for the first time, he catches the sight of her fat breasts wobbling freely under her sari. He could swear she didn't wear a bra. This does not help his growing erection.

"How come you are not out with my young brother?"

"Erm." Suddenly realising that she is still talking to him. "I was suppose to stay in." He answers.

"Nonsense." She says dismissively, "I will keep your mother company. You are still young. You need to go out and have some fun. If you go now, you will find him at my house."

Still imagining her large tits, he finds himself smiling awkwardly before racing off to his room to grab his coat...

Janice's mind was reeling still as she made the coffee and cleared the table. That's when she spotted the envelopes. One was addressed to her and one to Devi. From the US Department of Health. Maybe it's just something to do with Income Tax, she thought hopefully as she slit her envelope open with the sharp edge of a paring knife. Deep down she knew better, and she wasn't wrong.

Dear Janice Fleming:

You, along with every woman in their child-bearing years with an eligible child or sibling, have been selected to participate in a trans-continental effort to repopulate our race. As you may well know, the plague which devastated the globe in 2025 left all males who had reached puberty at that time and survived infertile.

If we, as an international force, do not take immediate efforts to rectify what has become obvious to scientists and physicians on a worldwide scale, the entire human race as we know it will become extinct within two generations. Pregnancy by artificial insemination has proven to be ineffective and only conjoined unions between two connately related and fertile adults has given efficacious results.

Our records show that you are within the qualifying age range, having been born in (birthdate: 01-28-1993) and that you also have an eligible donor, Mark J. Fleming (birthdate: 06-23-2011)...

Janice crumbled the letter in her hands. So it was true. She was going to have to... Wait! Maybe there was a loophole. She flattened the paper and skimmed further down the page.

Janice K. Fleming and Mark J. Fleming must report for preliminary testing at Central State Hospital on 3 February 2029 at 9:00am. There will be guides to direct you to your destination once there. Failure to do so will result in a warrant being issued for your arrests.

A keening wail escaped her lips as the reality of it all settled over her like a shroud.

Devi turned toward the sound of Jan's voice hoping that the little ones hadn't heard. More concerned than ever, she wanted to see them settled into their beds as quickly as possible.

"Ow!" Emily cried out when the comb tangled in her wet hair.

"Sorry, lovey. We're almost finished. Then off to bed with both of you."

"Aww! Do we have to?" Devi couldn't help smiling when Matthew's voice chimed in from his room across the hall.

"Yessss! You have to. You have school tomorrow and I am just dying for a cup of coffee and some girl talk with your mom. Now give me kisses and hugs and let me tuck you in. Matthew, climb up and I'll be there to collect from you in a second."

With the twins settled in, Devi took a moment to stand in the hallway and take a deep breath. She had no idea what was going on, but she aimed to find out.

"I hope that coffee's done!" she called out to Jan as she headed back toward the kitchen. "The little ones are tucked in and I'm just dy... " The look on Janice's face took the words from Devi's mouth as she ran over to her and wrapped her sobbing friend in her arms.

"There, there," she cooed soothingly. "What in the world is going on with you, Jan?" Janice shoved the crumpled letter into Devi's hand, sobbing even harder than she had been before.

"What's this? The letters that I got from Burt?" Jan nodded and hiccupped. "Okay. Okay. I'll look at it in a sec. Let me get you a cloth to wipe your face and pour our coffee. I don't have to hurry home. Raji will just have to wait for dessert tonight. But I did promise him an extra helping."

Devi chuckled. Her laughter had an almost musical tone to it and Jan was hard put not to respond despite everything. Her friend had such a naughty way about her. You'd think after all these years, Jan would be used to it. But she wasn't. She was grateful that Devi was here though, Jan didn't know who else she would even be able to discuss this with. Besides, Devi would know what to do, she thought to herself. If she didn't, Raji would. They were always there for her when she needed them.

Twenty minutes later, Devi sat in stunned silence beside her friend. At least she wouldn't have to deal with this. She and Raji didn't have any children. But Jan's letter said related. Did that apply to siblings as well? Devi cursed herself for taking a nap and not watching the news.

Wait! There was that second envelope. The one addressed to herself. Devi looked around until she spotted it on the countertop. Drawing in her breath, she tore it open and pulled the document out.

Dear Devi Patel"

You, along with every woman in their child-bearing years with an eligible child or sibling, have been selected to participate...

Devi skimmed down the page. There it was!

Our records show that you are within the qualifying age range, having been born in (birthdate: 02-15-2000) and that you also have an eligible donor, Sunil C. Reddy (birthdate: 04-12-2011).

The rest of the letter was identical to Jan's. She too was to report to Central State Hospital on the same date, at the same time. Both letters were quite straight-forward. With the television coverage, it couldn't be a hoax.

She was going to have to talk to Raji about this. At least for Jan's sake. As for herself, Devi had to struggle to stifle the tremor of something akin to excitement that was spreading throughout her body.

“I understand that what we are asking you to do goes against the very fibre of your moral upbringing. But this course of action is necessary for the very survival of the human race. If we don’t do this, our scientists calculate that humanity will become extinct within two generations.

So please help us. We need you.”

The image phases out and is replaced by the young blonde newscaster (he always fancied her).

"That was from the President's Press Conferance earlier on the day. Letters have been sent to eligible families. Even this reporter has received one this morning and I have no intention in letting my Country down. Tomorrow morning, I will be taking my brother to my local hospital for our check-up."

Wow!

"Now if you have received such a letter and are not sure what to do, then please contact the special hotline for advice. Remember! Your Country Needs You! This is Joanna Spelling, CNN News."

Sitting on the sofa, Sunil reaches over and switches off the tv.

Wow! She's gonna fuck her brother and let him get her stuffed?

In his mind's eye, he sees Joanna Spelling and her featureless brother writhing naked on a bed, grunting and grinding.

Wow!

Feeling thirstly, he starts to get up.

They want brothers and sisters to fuck so that they can have babies??? I have a sisteri!!!

The sudden realisation that his country wanted him to fuck his sister, that they may actually fuck, gives him an erection like he has never had before.

Ughhh!

His hand trembling as he realises that at long last he may get laid, he reaches down to his fly when he hears the doorbell.

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My mom??? No way! The boy thinks to himself, ignoring the slight shiver he feels.

"So you do like my sister then? I knew it." His friend says, grinning.

Shit! I didn't want him to know. His face starts to flush.

"Erm... I didn't say I liked your sister. Just that she is ... okay." He says lamely...

"Yeah, right". Sunil grins at his friend's discomfort. "I've seen how you look at her. When nobody's looking."

"What?" The other boy's face is now a bright red.

"Aw com'on, man! I don't blame you. I already told ya I think she's hot. You should hear her and Raji go at it at night. They make more noise than a porn film."...

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"You listen to them do it?" Mark asks incrediously, feeling his body shiver at the thought. Not to mention feeling a swelling sensation.

"Yeah!" Says Sunil, lowering his voice. "I even jack off to them when they do it. Man! You should hear them."

In his mind's eye, Mark can envision Raji on top of Devi, fucking. Then he imagines it is he who is doing the fucking. He suppresses a groan at the thought.

"You actually listen to them?" Mark asks again.

"Yeah!" Grins his friend. "A lot! But that's because they do it a lot! The amount of spunk I use up."

Mark can imagine his friending jacking off listening to the grunts and groans of his sister and husband. Quickly he shakes his head to dispell the image. Imagining his friend beating off is not what he wants to think about.

Yeuk!

But his sister. He remembers what she looked like before he came out.

Those big tits! God! I wish I could fuck her! He thinks wistfully...

Sunil laughs to himself as he sees a glaze come over his friend.

He's got it really bad over Devi!

Not that he blames him. His sister is the hot type. Maybe a bit plump but she has ginormous tits.

"Yeah! Devi really likes doing it." He continues. "I better she would like to see your pecker."

"Huh?" Mark says, looking at him.

"Aww! Com'on, Mark. With your huge shlong. I bet she would love it." He was having fun making his friend feel uncomfortable...

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