Chapter 1

     The lift rumbled towards a catwalk overhead.  Chris Redfield chambered a round into the
sub-machine gun nestled in his right hand, a matching weapon holstered on his left thigh.  Chris had
time to think while the catwalk drew closer, he remembered the call for help, his sister Claire taken
by Umbrella to a secret base.  Chris pressed his lips together, if Umbrella had harmed his sister,
infected her with one of their obscene viruses, he would kill them all, no matter how long it took.
Chris let his mind wander, to the childhood he had shared with his younger sibling...
***

     "Score!" squealed Claire, leaping into the air and sinking the basketball into the hoop set
above the garage door.

     "Damn it, Claire!" chuckled Chris, struggling to breathe with palms resting on his bare
knees.

     "Twenty to fourteen, I win!" giggled the twelve year old girl, her white t-shirt plastered to
her small, growing breasts.

     "Yeah, I owe you a pizza for dinner tonight," sighed Chris, straightening and heading for the
front door.

     "Are you scared about college, Chris?" asked Claire, hugging her brother's waist with her
left arm.

     "Nah, it'll be fun to finally live on my own," grinned Chris, tousling his shorter sister's wet
hair.

     "You'll be having girls over, won't ya?" giggled Claire, slapping her brother's butt playfully
before she sprinted through the front door of the house.

     Chris watched his younger sister disappear inside, her cut-off jean shorts tight against her
small, taut ass.  Sweat gleamed on Claire's thin legs, Chris suddenly wished he could lick the
droplets of perspiration from his sister's warm, milk-white skin.  Licking dry lips, Chris ran a hand
through his short, damp hair and followed Claire inside to take a long, cold shower.

     Chris walked down the hallway to his room, passing the bathroom.  He could hear the
shower running, Claire already washing the sweat from their game off her young body.  Following a
strange urge, Chris went into his sister's bedroom, went to the twin-sized bed with its fluffy pillows
and bright pink/white covers.  Claire's sweat-soaked clothes lay on the bedspread, still warm from
her flesh.  With trembling fingers, Chris picked up Claire's damp panties, brought them up to his
nose.  He inhaled sharply, the aroma of his sister's sweat and pussy filling his flared nostrils.  Chris
pressed the soft fabric against his face, his cock stiffening as he extended his tongue and licked a
drop of sweat from the soaked underwear.

     Chris jerked out of his erotic revery when he heard the shower shut off.  Stuffing Claire's
panties into a pocket, Chris quickly left his sister's room and fled into his own, closing the door
behind him.
***

     The lift shivered to a halt.  Chris checked both ends of the empty catwalk before heading
towards a door to his right.  Chris tightened his grip upon the sub-machine gun's handle, testing the
knob of the door, then twisting it and leaping inside, gun sweeping from side to side.

     The room appeared to be a communications and control center.  A huge view screen hung on
the left-hand wall, static was solidifying into a clear image.  Chris walked up to the screen, tapping
the barrel of his weapon against his right leg.

     The image morphed into a beautiful woman with alabaster skin and straight, pale blonde
hair.  The woman was naked, her small, blue nipples erect as she draped on a sleek, violet robe.  She
turned to face the monitor, her thin lips curving into a seductive smile.

     "Who have we here?" purred the woman.

     "Chris Redfield, S.T.A.R.S.," replied the young man.

      "What are you doing in one of my facilities?"

     "Your people kidnaped my sister, Claire.  I want her back," snapped Chris.

     "I'm not aware of any prisoners named Claire, although I did just wake up," mused the
woman, tapping her graceful chin.

     "Who are you?"

     "Alexia Ashford, I run Umbrella Incorporated."

     "Then you can give me my sister back."

     "Hmm, someone else is monitoring this transmission.  Get to one of the transports, I'll guide
you to my current location."

     "Why are you helping me?"

     "I find you..intriguing," smiled Alexia sensually, tugging away her robe so Chris could
admire her smooth, creamy left breast.

     The huge screen went dark.  Chris scratched his chin, then shrugged and continued out the
door on the other side of the control room.
***

     Just after finishing college, Chris returned home to visit his family.  He had just signed up to
join S.T.A.R.S., and would have to report for initial training in a couple weeks.

     Claire had grown into a gorgeous young woman.  She was lean and athletic, her breasts were
still small, but firm and round, like fruit waiting to be plucked.  She wore her shoulder length hair in
her usual ponytail, a hot pink elastic band keeping it out of her face.  Since it was cool today, Claire
was wearing snug jeans and a sweater.

     "Hey, Bro!" smiled Claire, standing on tiptoes and wrapping her arms around Chris' neck.

     "You look great, Sis," replied Chris, hugging his sister's slim waist, the scent of her clean
hair making him sigh softly.

     "Want to go get some pizza tonight, this time I'll pay," laughed Claire, her eyes bright and
warm.

     "It's a date," nodded Chris, reluctantly releasing his lithe sister.

     Catching up with everyone after dinner, Chris offered to get sodas during a lull in the
conversation.

     "Want some help?" offered Claire.

     "Nah, I got it," grinned Chris, heading for the kitchen.

     Setting four cans of pop on the kitchen counter, Chris opened them all, and took a sleeping
capsule from a pocket.  He opened the capsule and poured the drug into Claire's soda can, returning
the empty container to his jeans' pocket.  Gathering the cans, Chris carried them into the living room.

     It was almost midnight.  Chris lay on his bed dressed only in his underwear, rubbing Claire's
panties over his stomach and chest, the soft fabric stroking his skin.  The parents should be asleep
now, thought Chris when he rose from his bed and left his room, crossing the hallway towards his
sister's bedroom.  Chris swallowed as he closed the door behind him, twisting the knob lock.  Claire
appeared to be deeply asleep, a thin white sheet covering her, her brown hair unbound around her
right shoulder.  Chris crossed the soft carpet carefully.  He stood near the edge of Claire's bed,
reaching down to pull away the sheet.  The girl slept in her cotton panties and a light, white shift that
fell to her belly button.  Chris placed his left palm on his sleeping sister's right thigh, he stroked her
leg, sliding his hand over the firm back of her thigh, up to her rounded buttock.  Sitting on the edge
of the small bed, Chris slipped his hand inside the back of Claire's panties, squeezing her little ass,
pressing his fingers into her warm crack.  Chris closed his eyes and sighed deeply when he felt his
sister's puffy cunt, her labia caressing his fingers as he explored deeper into her shaved pussy, flesh
parting for his questing digits.

     "I want you so much," whispered Chris, leaning close to the sleeping girl, pulling up her
light shift so he could run his tongue over her brown nipple.  Sucking gently on Claire's soft tit,
Chris probed deeper into her vagina, his fingers buried in her cunt, sliding slowly back and forth.
Claire moaned softly in her sleep, the nipple in Chris' mouth hardening, the girl's pussy becoming
wet, coating the boy's fingers in sweet stickiness.

     Saliva gleamed on Claire's bare tits as Chris pulled on them with his lips, slurping upon the
pliant orbs.  Chris pulled his hand out of his sister's ass and grasped the waistband of her panties,
tugging them down to her thighs.  The scent of Claire's soaked cunt washed across Chris, he licked
his lips in anticipation and nuzzled between his sister's closed legs, lapping at her damp crotch
eagerly.  Claire moaned again, her pelvis quivering reflexively from the touch of her brother's
mouth, his tongue slipping into her perfumed vagina, exploring her young sex.  Chris was in ecstasy,
he never imagined that Claire's pussy could taste so sweet, her honey flowing over his lips onto his
flushed face.

     Chris jerked his head up out of Claire's crotch when he heard shuffling outside.  He hastily
pulled up Claire's panties, lowered her shift to cover her wet tits, and moved away from the bed,
leaning against the closed door to listen.  He heard someone enter the bathroom.  Clammy sweat
covered Chris' face as he unlocked and opened the bedroom door, peeking out to make sure the
hallway was clear.  Chris dove across the hall and back into his own room, swiftly closing the door
behind him.  The young man panted as he rested against the door, he wiped damp hair out of his
eyes.
***

     The reinforced door hissed shut behind Chris.  He held both sub-machine guns in his hands,
warily moving forward, passing large tanks that were set in rows, each tank filled with clear fluid
and the body of a virus-mutated victim.

     "It's been awhile, old buddy," hissed a familiar voice behind Chris as a gun barrel pressed
against the back of Chris' head.  "Drop the guns."

     "It can't be you!" said Chris, letting his weapons drop to the metal floor.

     "Turn around."

     Chris turned and stared into the reptilian, red eyes of Albert Wesker, former S.T.A.R.S.
officer until he betrayed Chris and his teammates to Umbrella.

     "It's impossible!"

     "Someone's still looking out for me," smiled Wesker coldly, placing a pair of dark sunglasses
over his bright red eyes.

     "What are you doing here?"

     "I'm asking the questions," retorted Wesker, leveling a .357 Magnum at Chris.  "What are
YOU doing here?"
 
     "Umbrella captured my sister Claire when we were trying to penetrate their Paris base.  I got
a message that said she was taken here.  Do you know where she is?"

     "No," shrugged Wesker indifferently.  "I don't work for Umbrella anymore.  I'm in someone
else's employ."

     "Who?"

     "If I told you, I would have to kill you," smiled Wesker darkly.  "But then, I'm going to kill
you anyway."

     "You fucking bastard!" snarled Chris, clenching his hands into fists.

     "It was nice to see you again, Chris.  Brings back old memories," chuckled Wesker, slowly
squeezing the trigger of the gleaming Magnum.

     Suddenly, there was a violent hiss of steam.  Wesker glanced away, just as a stasis tank
cycled open and released a flood of suspension fluid.

     "That bitch!" snarled Wesker, baring sharp fangs as he backed away from Chris.

     Chris dove at Wesker, attempting to seize the man's gun.  Wesker slapped Chris away, the
blow hurling Chris through the air into a stasis tank that cracked from the impact.  Wesker ran out
of the stasis chamber, sealing the hatch behind him.

     Chris stumbled across the slick floor to his discarded guns.  He grasped them both when a
huge, clawed hand nearly took his head off, smashing into a tank and freeing its grisly inhabitant.
Chris recognized the freed monster as a Hunter.  The S.T.A.R.S. officer hid behind a console,
watching the curled Hunter lying on the floor.  The slimy creature didn't move, its gray limbs were
stiff with death.  Chris rose and leveled both sub-machine guns at the far side of the chamber.  Chris'
eyes widened when he beheld the Bandersnatch, its single, large claw flexing in agitation.

     "Eat this!" howled Chris, squeezing the triggers of his guns, bullets smashing into the
Bandersnatch's wide chest.

     The monster roared in pain as the streams of bullets ripped its torso open.  It staggered
forward, aiming its enormous claw at Chris.  Chris ducked behind the console when the
Bandersnatch's claw shot forward from an elongated arm, slashing the piece of machinery apart.
Chris jumped to his feet and emptied his guns into the Bandersnatch, green blood spraying from the
monster's many wounds.  The shredded Bandersnatch staggered, and fell onto its disfigured face,
dark blood pooling beneath it.

     Chris slapped fresh mags into his weapons, his lungs pumping.  No more monsters escaped
from their stasis tanks.  With adrenaline still flowing in his veins, Chris used Wesker's exit, pursuing
the corrupt mercenary.
***

     Wesker was nowhere to be found, but Chris did find the hanger where a VTOL aircraft
waited patiently.  After a quick check for damage, Chris climbed into the VTOL and began the
launch sequence.  Metal grated as large doors slid open above Chris, bright white stars twinkling in
velvet darkness.  When the engines were ready, Chris pulled back on the flight stick, thrusters
underneath the VTOL screaming with power.  The VTOL rose into the air, clearing the hanger and
hovering above the abandoned compound.

     "I'm impressed, Mr. Redfield," said Alexia within Chris' flight helmet, her voice husky and
enticing.

     "Where are you?"

     "Follow my signal."

     Coordinates appeared on a navigation screen.  Switching to horizontal flight, the VTOL
blasted away from the dark island, rising up into the night sky upon a pillar of blue flame.
*****

Chapter 2

     A freezing wind blasted over Chris, forcing him to hold onto the front collar of his thick
parka.  The S.T.A.R.S. officer quickly climbed the snow-covered steps and halted in front of a set of
wooden doors.  Drawing one of his sub-machine guns, Chris pushed on one of the tall doors, forcing
his way into a huge, but warm foyer.

     Chris took a moment to marvel at the room, it looked exactly like the entry foyer of the
mansion near Raccoon City.  Memories of zombies and the betrayal of Wesker filled Chris' mind as
he closed the front door and walked deeper into the foyer.

     There was a faint sound of struggling behind the large, main staircase.  Holding his gun at
the ready, Chris cautiously advanced to the left around the stairs, ready to spray the area behind the
stairs with fire if he had to.  Chris entered the shadowed underbelly of the stairs and froze in shock.

     Claire was trapped against the staircase, her arms and legs spread out, her entire body
covered in glistening, slimy, green webbing.  Claire appeared to be barely conscious, her eyes half-
closed as she weakly tugged on the thick, oozing strands binding her.

     "Claire!" exclaimed Chris, putting away his gun and rushing up to his imprisoned sister.

     "Chris, it's you," moaned Claire, her lips curling into a fragile smile.

     "Hold on!  I'll get you out!" soothed Chris, pulling a knife from his right boot and applying
it to the surprisingly strong web strands.

     With a wet, snapping sound, the green webbing parted, releasing Claire's limp body.  Chris
collected his sister and gently lowered her to the carpet, wiping slime from her beautiful face.

     "How did you find me?" whispered Claire hoarsely.

     "That's not important, how do you feel?"

     "Hot, feverish.  A monster bit me a while back," murmured Claire, turning her head so Chris
could see the set of bite marks on the left side of her neck, the wounds swollen and oozing blood.

     "It looks infected, maybe poisonous," observed Chris, critically eyeing the bite wound.

     "I can barely keep awake," whispered Claire, her eyelids fluttering.

     Chris stroked his sister's fevered cheek.  Claire was sweating heavily, her clothes were
drenched, reeking with her musk.  Trembling, Chris kissed Claire, tasted her salty, moist lips.

     "What..?" groaned Claire, unable to focus on her brother.

     "I've waited so long," murmured Chris, grasping the buckle of Claire's pants, struggling to
open it.

     Claire didn't have the strength to fight Chris as he yanked off her jeans, unbuttoned her red
leather vest, and pulled up her low-cut black t-shirt.  Sweat gleamed across Claire's stomach and
panting breasts as Chris rubbed his right cheek against his sister's soft tits, extending his tongue to
lick one tender nipple.  The heat from Claire's breast warmed Chris' face while he fingered her
damp cunt, one finger slipping easily into her yielding vagina.

     "Please..," groaned Claire as Chris positioned himself behind her, reaching underneath her
left arm to squeeze her pliant tit while he released his cock with his right hand, pressing the knob of
his dick on the crack of his sister's rounded ass.

     Chris moaned in ecstasy as he finally drove his cock into his helpless sister's tight pussy.
Panting sharply, Chris placed his left hand on Claire's pelvis and stabbed his member into her
vagina, thrusting violently between her smooth buttocks.  Claire moaned weakly, her eyes squeezed
shut in pain while Chris pumped between her closed legs, his crotch slapping upon her ass, his thick
meat sliding deep into her belly.  Claire covered Chris' hand with hers, tugging uselessly on his
strong fingers.  Chris licked Claire's wet shoulder, relishing every thrust into the young woman's
cunt, her vagina squeezing his cock until Chris thought he would explode in mid-thrust.  Claire
shuddered from every stab between her slick thighs, whimpering as her brother stroked her stomach
with his palm, the fingers digging into her left tit and tugging sharply.

     Chris rolled his naked sister onto her stomach, thrusting down into her small ass, the juices
from her vagina dripping from his stiff prick.  Chris grabbed Claire's limp wrists and pinned them to
the floor, nuzzling her damp, brown hair with his nose and mouth as he penetrated her over and
over, his thighs smashing into her gleaming buttocks.  Chris pounded harder and harder into Claire,
grunting like a crazed animal, stabbing deeper and deeper into his sister's clenching cunt hole.
Claire's whimpers heightened Chris' lust, he jerked his pelvis ever faster, his cock swelling inside
Claire, filling her vagina, quivering inside her.  With a harsh gasp, Chris climaxed, streams of his
cream gushing into his nude sister's ripe belly.

     Tears glistened on Claire's eyelashes.  She mercifully passed out, exhausted by her brother's
rape and the poison flowing in her veins.

     "An entertaining show," chuckled Alexia, her ghostly white face peering over the edge of the
stairs.

     "She's been poisoned, can you cure her?" asked Chris while he closed his pants.

     "Yes, there is some serum in a nearby storage room," nodded Alexia.  "I'll go get it, you
stay here."

     Chris checked his guns, making sure they were both ready to fire if the head of Umbrella
tried anything.  Alexia returned quickly, tossing Chris a vial of serum and a package-wrapped
needle.

     "Inject her with this, it will nullify the poison."

     As Chris injected his sister with the cure, the double doors of the foyer burst open.

     "Albert Wesker, I wondered when you would show up," smiled Alexia coldly, moving to the
center of the staircase.

     "You know why I'm here, bitch," snarled Wesker, his dark sunglasses hiding his eyes as he
walked towards Alexia with his Magnum aimed at her heart.  "You're coming with me."

     "I am going nowhere," countered Alexia, folding her white-gloved arms beneath her breasts.

     "Your body contains the Veronica virus, that makes you a commodity," smiled Wesker.
"I'm sure the virus will remain viable even if I kill you."

     "Then shoot if you wish, Mr. Wesker," goaded Alexia, spreading her slender arms wide.

     "Stupid bitch," laughed Wesker, firing three shots from his Magnum, the bullets slamming
into Alexia's chest, releasing three fountains of dark blood.

     Alexia staggered back and fell, her blood splashing upon the stairs.  Wesker chuckled as he
walked towards the woman's motionless body.

     The blood staining the stairs began to steam heavily.  With a sharp hiss, the blood burst into
flames, turning the staircase into an inferno.

     "What the fuck?" gasped Wesker, shielding his face as he retreated from the crackling stairs.

     Alexia's nude body appeared through the firewall.  The woman's pale blonde hair had
become shining silver, her alabaster flesh was the pale blue of a corpse, with dark blue veins filled
with her deadly blood.

     "Is that the best you can do, little man?" sneered Alexia with a toss of silver hair, lashing out
with her left arm, throwing the stunned Wesker across the foyer easily.

     "Chris, what's happening?" murmured Claire, consciousness returning.

     "Can you get up, can you walk?" demanded Chris intently, dividing his attention between
his sister and the battle before the smoldering stairs.

     "Yeah, I can't feel the poison anymore, and I can't seem to remember some things.."

     "Good, try to make it to the stairs, I'll cover you."

     "Let me help you!" argued Claire.

     "You're still weak, just try to escape, don't worry about me!" retorted Chris with a frown.
"I'll catch up."

     Claire hugged Chris quickly, slipped back into her clothes, and grasped her brother's combat
knife.  Chris drew both sub-machine guns before stepping away from the stairs and warding his
sister's escape path.

     Wesker and Alexia continued to exchange blows, Wesker's face disfigured with several ugly
bruises.  Alexia appeared to be completely unharmed, smashing a small fist into Wesker's belly,
driving the air out of his struggling lungs.  Wesker stumbled back, thrusting his Magnum into
Alexia's stomach and emptying the pistol into the nude woman's stomach.  Alexia was pushed
backward by the force of the discharges, the heavy bullets ripping through her torso and out her
back.  Wesker retreated toward the open doors, warily watching Alexia as her blood steamed around
her.  The volatile blood exploded into flame, surrounding Alexia in a ring of roaring fire.

     Wiping his blood from a torn lower lip, Wesker fled out of the house, disappearing into the
churning clouds of snow.

     Chris watched Claire disappear through a door on the second floor balcony.  He leveled his
sub-machine guns at Alexia when she turned to face him, a black scorch mark smoking at her bare
feet.

     "Are you going to shoot me?" inquired Alexia with a pout as she walked towards Chris.

     "You're infected with a new virus?" countered Chris with a grimace of disgust.

     "I was dying, my dear brother wanted to save me," smiled Alexia with a shrug.  She stood
before Chris, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder with one pale blue hand.

     "Am I not beautiful?"

     "You are," swallowed Chris, mesmerized by Alexia's swollen breasts, the dark blue mound
of her hairless pussy.

     "Love me..please," purred Alexia, pressing close to Chris, the tip of one cool finger caressing
his lower lip before she kissed him, her mouth soft against his.

     Chris put away his guns, wrapped his powerful arms around Alexia's small waist.  He
devoured her compliant lips, his hands clutching her tight, curved buttocks.  Alexia tore open Chris'
combat vest and uniform shirt, dragging her white nails across his chest, lowering her lovely face to
lick his warm, living flesh.

     Alexia pushed Chris onto the floor, dropping on top of his thighs to pin him in place.
Working to open his belt buckle, Alexia kissed Chris' firm stomach, her soft, silver hair sliding
across his torso.  As she licked Chris' right nipple, Alexia slipped her right hand inside the young
man's pants, grasping his cock and slowly stroking it with her cool fingers.  Chris moaned with
pleasure, digging his hands in Alexia's thick, gleaming hair.  Alexia's creamy tits pressed against
Chris' belly while she pumped his dick, her fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft, slipping up and
down, massaging his erect meat.

     "This will make you feel good, lover," smiled Alexia, lowering her face to Chris' crotch,
sucking his cock into her moist mouth.

     Chris groaned loudly, his pelvis shuddering as Alexia slurped on his prick, her tongue
stroking his pole, her lips drawing his member deep into her throat.  Alexia pulled down Chris' pants
while she devoured his cock, her head bobbing sharply, her drool coating his aching shaft.  Alexia
watched Chris' face as she nibbled up his dick to the engorged purple head, she smiled when she
covered the tip of his cock with her tongue, lapping the droplets of cum that already gleamed on the
hot prick flesh.

     "You're ready for me now," said Alexia huskily, tossing long, silver hair over her left
shoulder as she mounted Chris, her cool thighs squeezing his hips as she squatted onto his trembling
cock.

     Chris moaned deeply, closing his eyes in bliss, his hands reaching up to cup Alexia's
pendulous breasts.  Alexia covered Chris' fondling hands with hers, riding the young man's crotch,
forcing his erection into the dark blue folds of her pussy.

     "I've wanted a man inside me for so long," moaned Alexia, arching her graceful back, her
pale blue lips quivering as she humped Chris' thick shaft, shoving it deep into her yearning vagina.

     Chris clenched Alexia's tits, pinching her swollen blue nipples with thumbs and forefingers.
Alexia sighed with pleasure, squeezing Chris' fingers, her hips jerking faster, buttocks tightening
with effort.  Alexia never perspired, but Chris' naked body was quickly covered in sweat, his chest
pumping as he thrust up with his pelvis, impaling his member between Alexia's milky thighs.
Alexia lowered her palms to Chris' muscled chest, pressing down on him as she rode him faster and
harder, her dripping cunt closing around Chris' cock, her shapely ass clenching and unclenching in
quick succession.  Chris and Alexia writhed against each other, insane with lust, their pelvises
smashing together again and again.

     Alexia threw back her head and shuddered, her pussy twitching spasmodically, her pale tits
quivering from the violence of her orgasm.  Chris moaned as he stabbed up into Alexia's cunt one
last time and deposited his seed, hot cum released like a geyser into the naked woman's vagina.

     Alexia collapsed upon Chris, her breasts soft against his heaving chest, her hair a silken
blanket over his perspiring body.

     "Did you enjoy that?" smiled Alexia wickedly, tracing a sharp nail around one of Chris'
nipples.

     "Yes," panted Chris, his hands resting on Alexia's sensual hips.

     "Then you won't mind if I have a treat," purred Alexia coyly.

     "What do you want?"

     "Your succulent little sister, I want to eat her."

     "NO!" howled Chris, snatching a gun from a nearby holster and stabbing the muzzle into
Alexia's side.

     Chris squeezed the trigger, blasting Alexia's belly with a full mag of bullets.  The naked
woman was hurled away from Chris, her stomach a torn ruin.  Chris rolled away from Alexia,
raising his second gun and emptying its clip into the mutated woman, riddling the side of her face
and shredding her left arm.  Alexia's blood sprayed everywhere, splashing onto the floor and
steaming.  Chris gathered his clothes, carrying them and his weapons away from the smoking body.
Fire blossomed around Alexia's prone body, covering it in a blanket of angry flame.

     Chris ran upstairs, disappearing out the same door that Claire had used.

     After the flames died, Alexia staggered to her feet.  The shredded arm sealed shut and
healed, a dangling eyeball was pulled back into its socket, the pale blue flesh of a cheek reformed
and covered exposed bone.  Alexia stroked her healed belly, looked up at the balcony, and smiled
hungrily.
*****

Chapter 3

     SELF-DESTRUCT SAFETY
     LOCK RELEASE SYSTEM

     PLEASE ENTER THE
     SECURITY CODE.
     >V_

     Chris typed in the password, "VERONICA."

     THANK YOU!
     YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO
     EVACUATE THE FACILITY.

     With his face illuminated by bright red emergency lights, Chris fled the self-destruct control
room.  He removed the assault rifle slung over his right shoulder and hefted the weapon as he raced
across a raised catwalk, the howl of evacuation sirens reverberating in his ears.

     "Chris!" shouted Claire with a relieved smile from the other side of the catwalk.

     Chris grinned widely as he sprinted up to his sister and wrapped his arms around her.

     "I thought I'd never find you!" giggled Claire, holding tightly onto Chris.

     "We better go, we have less than five minutes to reach the landing pad."

     Claire looked up at Chris and nodded.  Brother and sister broke away to race for the
emergency elevator.

     "Chriiiiis," hissed Alexia, a pool of light blue flesh oozing from the grated floor of the
catwalk, quickly forming into the Ashford's curvaceous body.

     "What is she?" exclaimed Claire in disgust.

     "Get to the elevator, Claire!" urged Chris, aiming his rifle at Alexia.

     "I won't leave you again!" retorted Claire stubbornly.  "What about this?"

     Chris risked a glance toward Claire, spotting the recessed holding bay for a Linear Launcher.

     "Linear Launcher?  I've got the arming keys!" realized Chris, digging into a pocket and
pulling the two keys out.

     "Throw me one!  We can arm it!" smiled Claire hopefully.

     "Chris, don't leave me!" purred Alexia, stroking her long, silver hair, her eyes alight with
insatiable lust.

     The siblings inserted the keys for the Launcher and twisted them at the same time.

     LINEAR LAUNCHER ARMED.
     PLEASE WAIT FOR WEAPON TO FULLY CHARGE.

     "It's your bitch sister, isn't it?" snarled Alexia, her perfect features disfigured with hate.
"I'm going to rip her heart out!"

     Claire pressed her back against the elevator doors, panting with terror.

     "Claire!  Get in!" ordered Chris sharply.

     Raising his rifle, Chris aimed at Alexia and fired a single round.  The rifle bullet slapped into
Alexia's side just below her ribs, releasing a gout of dark blood.  Alexia spun to face Chris, his sister
forgotten.  Claire slapped the elevator door release and ducked inside when the doors hissed open.

     "How could you do that?  You love me!" whimpered Alexia.

     "I love Claire more," replied Chris, side-stepping towards a descending staircase, leading
Alexia away from the elevator.

     "I hate you!  You're going to die!" screamed Alexia, lunging for Chris.

     Chris hurled down the stairs, not daring to see if Alexia was following him.  When he
reached the next level, he skidded to a stop, his mouth gaping.

     Alexia's torso poured down from the upper catwalk, joining a huge, undulating mass of
corpse-gray flesh.  Alexia smiled maliciously at Chris, extending long, dripping tentacles from her
bloated body.

     "Am I not beautiful?" sneered Alexia, slashing at Chris with a lightning swift tendril.

     Chris ducked the wet tentacle, firing a long burst from his rifle.  Bullets tore through
Alexia's bulbous body, spraying blood and gore across the metal floor.  The landing filled with
noxious steam, then an explosion shook the floor, throwing Chris off his feet.  Fire burned
everywhere, Alexia looming over the crackling flames like a demon out of nightmare.  Alexia's
mouth opened incredibly wide and vomited a stream of green filth at Chris.  The bile splashed over
Chris, devouring his vest like acid.  Chris twitched out of his ruined vest and tossed aside his melted
rifle.  Drawing a pistol from the back of his belt, Chris aimed and fired at Alexia, punching three
holes just above her gray left breast.

     Alexia's shrieks of mirth echoed through the landing.  She stared dumbly at Chris as a
swarm of tentacle-limbed parasites struggled out of her open belly.  Chris watched the parasites
scrabble towards him with open horror.  He lowered his pistol, firing over and over, splattering the
charging creatures.  Poison gleamed from the parasites' limbs, one touch and Chris would be dead in
seconds.  Chris killed one last creature, then his pistol clicked dry.  Alexia's demented laughter
surrounded Chris as the swarm of parasites prepared to overwhelm him...

     The roar of automatic fire drowned out Alexia's laughter.  Parasites exploded in clouds of
gore, covering the landing floor in black ichor.  Alexia looked up at the catwalk, her completely
milk white eyes narrowing in frustration.

     "Time to die, bitch!" chuckled Wesker, raising the Linear Launcher in his left hand.  "Catch,
Chris!"

     Chris caught the falling weapon, swiftly raising it to his right shoulder and taking a bead on
Alexia.

     "Chris!  Please!  Don't hurt me!" begged the mutated thing that had once been Alexia
Ashford.  For a brief moment Alexia's beautiful features returned, she smiled at Chris, offering
herself in ways Chris didn't dare to imagine.

     "I'm sorry, Alexia," murmured Chris sadly, before he squeezed the Linear Launcher's
trigger.

     A blinding beam of white light leapt from the Launcher's muzzle to Alexia.  The light
engulfed Alexia, melting into her monstrous body.  The weapon abruptly went dead, its charge
spent.

     Alexia looked fearfully down at her huge body, searching for wounds, finding none.

     "Shit," swore Chris softly, realizing death was about to complete its claim upon him.

     Alexia smiled darkly at Chris, reaching out with dozens of long tentacles.

     A violent shudder passed through Alexia's body.  She frowned, then screamed when her
head split apart, white light devouring her infected brain.  Alexia's lower body disintegrated, leaving
only her upper torso which hovered above her melting corpse.  Alexia's death scream echoed
through the landing as the last part of her body evaporated into ash, blasted apart at the molecular
level by the deadly energy of the Linear Launcher.

     Chris sat down heavily, almost forgetting to breathe after his brush with oblivion.  He looked
up at the catwalk, Wesker was gone.

     YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE BEFORE
     FACILITY SELF-DESTRUCTION.

     Chris jumped to his feet and pounded up the stairs.  He reached the elevator and smashed the
door release until the car came down and the doors slid open.  Chris clenched his hands into fists,
listening to the count-down.  The doors cycled open, and Chris sprinted across the snow to the
waiting VTOL.  Claire waved from the co-pilot's seat, the aircraft already prepped and running.
Chris scrambled up the boarding ladder, pushed it away, and sealed the cockpit above him and his
sister.  Secondary explosions were already blossoming around the Umbrella base as the VTOL
ascended on streams of blue fire, slowly rising above the growing inferno.  Chris banked the VTOL
to port, away from the base just as it disappeared in a white flash, the force of the detonation nearly
shaking the fleeing aircraft apart.

     "Another Umbrella base bites the dust!" laughed Claire, reaching over the pilot's chair to
squeeze Chris' shoulder.

     "Yeah," nodded Chris, watching his sweating right hand that trembled on the flight stick.
*****
 
 

Epilogue:

     Claire left the tiny bathroom, drying her glistening brown hair with a towel.

     "Have we left port yet?"

     "Yeah, next stop, Miami!" smiled Chris weakly, wiping clammy perspiration from his
flushed forehead.

     "You don't look very good," frowned Claire, sitting next to Chris on the bed dressed in a
fluffy white bathrobe.  "Want to go to the Infirmary?"

     "I'll be fine," snapped Chris, glancing at the collar of Claire's robe, at the portion of her left
breast laid bare by the soft garment.

     "Maybe you just need some sleep," grinned Claire, stroking her brother's sweat-slick hair.

     Chris took his sister's graceful hand and kissed it.  Claire smiled at first, but became alarmed
when Chris began sucking on her fingers, reaching out with his free hand to tug free the belt of her
robe.

     "Oh, no!  It wasn't just a hallucination!  You did rape me when I was poisoned!" accused
Claire, moving away from Chris.

     "I need you so much!" growled Chris, licking cracked, gray lips.  "I need to fuck you, taste
you!"

     "Get away from me, you bastard!" shrieked Claire, leaping from the bunk.

     Chris kicked Claire's feet out from under her, he knelt on the backs of her thighs, grasping a
handful of her hair and slamming her face into the deck.  Slamming her head down one more time
for good measure, Chris pulled up his groaning, dazed sister and roughly pulled off her bathrobe.
Moaning an inarticulate protest, Claire was pushed onto the bunk, her arms pulled over her head,
her wrists bound to the headboard with the length of her robe belt.  Chris straddled his bound sister's
nude body, his own naked body dripping with cold sweat.

     "Chris..stop it..you're infected," groaned Claire, her eyes fluttering weakly while Chris
squeezed her tits, his crotch stroking her slender thighs.

     "So warm," drooled Chris, licking Claire's throat, his strong fingers pinching her nipples
painfully.

     Clutching Claire's smooth buttocks, Chris pushed his lower body between his tied sister's
legs and rubbed the bloated tip of his cock against the opening of her pussy.

     "No," sobbed Claire.  "You'll infect me, please..don't!"

     Chris laughed like an idiot, stabbing his prick into Claire's warm cunt.  Claire gasped, her
hips shuddering as her brother pounded violently into her, his face twisted and bestial, his fingernails
digging into the soft, white flesh of her buttocks, scratching up her thighs leaving dripping red
tracks.

     "Stop..stop," moaned Claire repeatedly, her wrists jerking in her bonds, her pelvis crashing
into her brother's.

     Chris rested on top of Claire, holding her ass, slapping his crotch between her trembling
thighs.  He nuzzled his sister's milky tits, his face lying in her musky cleavage.  Chris licked the side
of Claire's right breast, the taste of her skin sweet upon his tongue, hot with life.  He filled his mouth
with his sister's left breast, sucked wetly on it, his tongue massaging her swollen nipple.  Claire's
eyes were clenched shut, glittering tears fell down her flushed cheeks.  She could feel her brother's
cock growing inside her, engorging, ready to release his infected sperm into her belly.

     "No," whimpered Claire as Chris humped her faster, driving his shivering meat into her
pussy, his fingers stabbing into her tight ass.

     Chris arched his gleaming back and grunted, his dick quaking and vomiting a thick stream
of jizz into Claire's clutching vagina.  Claire whimpered again, her brother's hot cum filling her
cunt, spilling out onto her damp inner thighs.  Chris rubbed his face over his naked sister's tits,
licked her nipples, kissed the hollow of her panting throat.

     "I love you," sighed Chris, opening his mouth and ripping into Claire's yielding neck.

The End.