Quaranteam: North West preview (Patreon)

(So for those of you who might have missed Wednesday's news post, this is notmy story, but comes to you from Breakthebar, who asked me if he could write something in the Quaranteam universe. I don't know what his release schedule's going to look like, but he does have a Patreon - http://patreon.com/BreaktheBar - and has posted loads of things over at Literotica, so I'm guessing it might be similar to ours, in that it'll drop at his Patreon first and then LE some time later. But both he and I are big believers of the power of a good preview, so here's a portion from his upcoming story, just for you, my loyal patrons. Enjoy! /cp\)

Preview Excerpt of

Quaranteam: North West

By BreaktheBar

The following is an excerpt preview of the upcoming story from the Quaranteam universe, written by BreaktheBar. Find the first four full chapters and more BreaktheBar stories at www.Patreon.com/BreaktheBar, or on Literotica.

Chapter 3: The Start of Something New

“Hey, does this questionnaire strike you as way too fucking personal?”

“Hmm?” I asked. I was sitting on the front porch with my laptop open, but I hadn’t even keyed in the website URL. Instead, I’d been sitting there for over an hour just looking out at the trees, wondering if I’d just betrayed six generations of my family in under thirty minutes.

“These questions,” Leo said, holding up his own laptop. He’d stepped out the front door and had a look of confusion plastered on his face. “It’s like… sex stuff. Shit I wouldn’t talk to you about, let alone the government.”

“What?” I asked. “Are you sure you’re on the right site? It’s supposed to be about the tier thing.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Dot-Gov link and everything.”

“Fucking OGA’s,” I grimaced.

“You and that Agent dude kept saying that. What does it mean?”

I sighed. “Other Government Agency. It’s kind of a military meme for when someone from the CIA doesn’t want to say they are from the CIA. Or, if you’re into conspiracies, it’s completely separate from the CIA but they’re so secretive they don’t even have a name.”

Leo just shook his head and sighed before sitting down in the other deck chair. He joined me in looking out at the forested hills that had surrounded us for the last five years.

“Did I fuck everything up?” I asked him.

“What? No,” he said. “Well, I mean, it’s hard to know. But no, I don’t think so.”

“This is all going to go away,” I said, gesturing out to the wilds that had been my childhood, and our shared backyard. “My family has been on this land for over a hundred and fifty years, and I just agreed to let the government wipe it out.”

“It’s not like you had much of a choice, Harrison. Carrot and stick, like you said. And whether those guys were CIA or something else, they definitely seemed to have a really big fucking stick. They flew in on a damn helicopter.”

“Still,” I said. “I feel like I’m selling out my childhood.”

We talked for a while, reminiscing. Leo let me tell some old family stories he’d already heard a half dozen times before. We joked about the shit we’d gotten up to, living out in our backwoods paradise.

“Maybe it’s time for a change,” I sighed. “This was never going to last forever.”

“Felt like it though, didn’t it?” Leo asked.

“Yeah, it did.”

POING! Leo’s laptop, sitting forgotten, made a horrible noise. He glanced at it, “Ah, shit. I timed out. Now I gotta start all over again.”

He started typing away, and I finally opened my own laptop. The first thing I did was open my emails, and sitting right at the top, already marked with an ‘important’ star, was the email with the contract.

Everything is as discussed. Print and sign, someone will be by tomorrow to collect. Make sure you fill out the questionnaire! - Walters.

“Jesus,” I muttered. “They really are putting a lot of emphasis on this thing.”

I opened up the website, starting by filling out all the basic information. Then, just like Leo said, it started to get weird. It was like filling out the most invasive and specific dating app ever.

“I feel like they’re going to try and 3D Print me a girlfriend,” Leo laughed at one point.

“Maybe it’s cloning,” I snickered.

“That’s fair. I wonder if they can clone me an Angelina Jolie?”

“Gone in 60 Seconds Jolie, or Wanted Jolie?” I asked.

He snorted. “Mr and Mrs Smith Jolie will always be my peak. Or Tomb Raider.”

“Ugh,” I scoffed.

We went back and forth like that, laughing at the ridiculousness of the questions and suggestions. The list of kinks we were attracted to, or turned off by was immense. We had to help each other even figure out what some of them were. I found myself ticking off some that surprised me because I’d never considered them before but they sounded hot. Other stuff I downvoted hard, and I couldn’t believe someone would ever admit to the government that they were into them.

Hell, one of the suggested kinks was the government. Who the fuck got hot under the collar about bureaucracy and paperwork?

I mean, I guess someone would, somewhere, or it wouldn’t have been on the list.

“What did you put for that last one?” Leo asked me as I was closing my laptop.

“The relationship style scale?” I asked.

“Yeah. I put a full 10, polyamory all the way. How hot would it be to be some sheikh with a harem of ladies?”

“I went for a 6,” I said. “I’m not going to turn down a threesome or anything if that’s what my girl wants, but I’m also not into the idea of sharing with another boner.”

Leo shrugged, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. “I don’t know, my dude. The Agents did say the world is changing. Maybe the norm will be great big orgies next year, and we’ll all be smashing like it’s our jobs.”

I snorted and smirked. “Yeah, sure. Society threatens to collapse and we all devolve into Eyes Wide Shut perverts.”

“One can dream,” Leo laughed.

***---***---***

I ended up spending the early afternoon helping Leo pack up a bunch of his woodworking equipment. The smaller stuff was fairly easy, but he needed the extra body for some of the larger presses and table-mounted saws. It felt like we’d barely made a dent when the double-honk of a car broke our concentration.

We both headed around the side of the barn to find Erica getting out of the passenger seat of a black town car that had eaten a whole lot of the fresh gravel dust and now looked like someone had dusted it with flour. Sour-puss Agent Maggie was getting out of the driver’s seat.

“Hey, sis, how was it?” Leo asked.

“Mm-mmm,” Erica said, shaking her head and holding up a finger to keep him from hugging her. “I need to talk to both of you inside.” She had nervous energy going on, bouncing her weight on one leg and chewing on the corner of her lower lip. “Give me twenty- no, give me thirty minutes.”

“Is everything alright?” I asked. Erica was already moving quickly into the house.  She’d had a look on her face like she was sick, and flushed with a fever or something. I turned to Agent Maggie. “Did something happen? She didn’t catch the virus, did she?”

“No,” sour-puss said, that permanent sneer never breaking. “She knows everything she needs to, and needs to talk. Just do what she says.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. Leo had followed Erica inside to make sure she was OK.

“Look, prick. Your little ‘send her to the car’ thing yesterday made me look bad, and now I’m stuck as a glorified cab driver while my boss and my partner are off to another shitty corner of the country like this one to bribe someone else into handing over their property to the government. Just fuck off inside and enjoy your new fucking world, you Mamoa-wannabe jerk.” She got back in her car and slammed the door closed, then started to peel away and spin the car around before slamming the breaks and rolling down the window. “I’ll be back again in a few hours with Lacosta’s partner. He needs to be here waiting.”

“What?” I asked.

She just flashed me her middle finger as she drove away.

God damn woman, I sighed, watching her kick up dust and loose stones as she drove way too fast down the brand new gravel road. I shook my head and went inside.

Erica was already upstairs and I could hear the shower running. Leo just shook his head and shrugged, “She wouldn’t say anything. Just muttered about needing to get ready for something.”

“This is weird,” I said. “I’m really fucking hoping this whole thing isn’t going to blow up in our faces.”

“If it is, we might as well take it head on. Too late to do anything else,” Leo said.

“That’s too fucking true, my friend,” I said.

Thirty-five minutes later Erica, dressed in a pair of her tight jeans with all the holes ‘stylishly’ cut into them down the legs and a black Metallica hoodie, strutted down the stairs and immediately began pacing and fidgeting with the strings of her sweater hood. She had done her full makeup, and seeing her like that was almost as shocking as the first time she’d gone without it - it had been a month since she had bothered with makeup at all, since even when she went out on grocery runs she was entirely covered up.

“Sit,” she demanded when we joined her in the living room, pointing me to my usual chair and Leo to the couch. He furrowed his brow as he watched his sister’s nervous energy, but I wasn’t sure it was because he was worried or didn’t like her ordering him around. Their whole twin thing had always been more bouncing off each other than working in parallel.

“Alright, alright,” I said, hands up as I went to sit. “What’s going on, E?”

She stopped pacing and looked at both of us, transferring her energy into tapping her foot. I’d only ever seen her like this once before, right before we’d had our big group conversation about her staying indefinitely through the quarantine. Later, she’d elaborated to me a little bit more as to why she’d been so nervous - beyond the pandemic dangers, and feeling alone if she left, Erica had been chipping in for groceries with us, but that was it - the woman couldn’t work during the pandemic, and tattooing hadn’t exactly fueled her savings accounts. Everything all piling on at once had turned her into a nervous wreck, the opposite of her usual self. So what was doing this to her now?

“Erica,” Leo said, snapping her out of the train of thought she’d lost herself in staring at me. Her gaze was intense, only added to by her sexy post-punk look. It was like she’d erected a wall of armour around herself, or was taking on a persona that she’d let drop.

“Right, sorry, I’m just really fucking distracted,” she said. “Look, there’s no way to say this easily without sounding sort of crazy at first, OK? So I’m just going to say it, and you both need to listen cause I’m only explaining it once, alright?”

Leo and I both nodded.

“Alright, so the vaccine isn’t just like, a shot. Well, it is for women. I got it this morning, and I’m something like 97% immune to the virus. But for men it isn’t a shot. I did that information session and they showed us a bunch of research I only half-understood thanks to my AP bio classes back in high school, but I definitely got the video. The vaccine is pretty much lethal for men, and it has some weird side effects for women. They couldn’t remove those aspects, so they modified it in other ways to try and adjust.”

“So how are we supposed to get vaccinated?” Leo asked.

Erica licked her lips, and I realized she was sweating slightly. She glared at her brother, then looked at me and her eyes softened, then hardened, and I couldn’t tell if she was angry at me or what. Then she glared back at her brother again. “They basically turned the vaccine into an STD, and it’s the only way for men to get vaccinated. It’s not permanent and needs frequent upkeep in both men and women, and it turns women fucking horny as hell if they go without for too long.”

“I’m sorry, what!?” Leo burst out. “And you took the shot?”

“Just shut up, Leo!” Erica tried to shout him down. “I heard all the evidence, I weighed my options, and I decided this was the best thing to do. The whole tier system thing? I did the same questionnaire as you guys did, and they gave me a list of good matches. People I could go become a partner of. Like, sexually, and maybe romantically. We’d live together in quarantine, screw each other into immunity, and be that way for the foreseeable future until they fix this vaccine.”

“That’s so fucked up,” I said. “They wanted you to just shack up with someone you didn’t know?”

“Yeah, except someone I did know was on my list,” she said.

“Who?” Leo asked. “Are you moving back to Portland?”

Erica turned from her brother and looked right at me.

“Oh, no,” Leo said. “No, no, no. You two are not becoming fuck buddies. We discussed this, Erica!”

“Wait, what?” I said. “You discussed-”

“Not important!” Leo shouted. “It’s not important. It’s not happening.”

“It’s too late, Leo,” Erica said. Then she turned to me. “At least, it is if you’re into it. Look, Harrison, you can say no. I can’t make you do this. Whats-her-name will come back and get me, and I’ll pick someone else on that list they gave me, and I’ll go stay with them wherever they are. No hard feelings, you’ve done so much for me already that I can’t even start to say thank you properly. But fuck I really want to fuck you. I’ve been getting off thinking about you almost exclusively for weeks, and the only reason I never asked you out in all these years is because I promised Leo back in high school I wouldn’t ever date his friends.”

“And this is better?!” Leo squawked.

“Shut up, Leo!” Erica shouted back at him.

“You’re not seriously considering this, are you?” Leo asked me. “You can’t- Why- Come on, dude. She’s my twin sister, it would be like... ugh!” He threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

I rubbed my face with both hands and took in a deep breath before looking back at the siblings. “Alright,” I said slowly. “First off, Erica, is this the vaccine talking? Just try and focus, cause this sounds an awful lot like some crazy date-rape drug and not a vaccine.”

“God, fuck. Why do men have to make things so hard?” she said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for ages, Harrison. You being on my compatibility list at the vaccine centre just made the decision fucking convenient instead of a fantasy.”

I turned to Leo. “Would you rather it be me, or some freak you know nothing about?”

“I’d rather it be no one!” Leo said.

“That’s not an option anymore,” Erica growled. “I’ve already got the shot. I’m just going to get hornier and hornier until I fucking snap, Leo. Then I’ll fuck anything that fucking moves, that’s the way it works. I need to bond with someone or I’ll lose my goddamn mind. There are still a few days before I apparently go full-on bitch-in-heat feral, but I’m already feeling an itch all over and the only thing that I know, I know, is going to relieve that itch is cock.”

“Jaysus,” I muttered, sitting back.

Erica turned back to me, hugging herself. “Please, Harrison? Just- just tell me yes or no. Standing here without an answer is killing me, cause I don’t know if I need to fight the feeling or I can give in.”

“I- Erica, you are absolutely gorgeous. I always assumed you weren’t interested in me, or just wanted a friend. Honestly, I sort of thought you were gay with the comments you make about the women you work on in your shop. You’re always talking about perky tits and firm asses and stuff like that,” I said.

“I’m Bi,” she clarified. “And I work with people’s bodies all day. I know what’s hot and what’s not for me, and Harri, you’ve fucking revved my engine since that first weekend Leo introduced us. I just want to rub my body all over-”

“Erica!” Leo interrupted her.

“Sorry, sorry, too much,” she said. “I told you, this fucking vaccine is damn distracting right now. I need some relief here.”

“I’ll do it,” I said. “I just- this feels like the drug or whatever talking, Erica. Are you absolutely su-”

She was on me, straddling my lap and pressing her mouth to mine. Erica grabbed my head in her hands as she started forcefully making out with me, muttering ‘Thank you’ over and over into my lips. Her tongue pushed against mine, and then she grabbed my hands with hers and pulled them around to grab her ass. It was wonderfully firm, with a good amount of muscle that kept it looking full even if it wasn’t particularly plump.

“At least go get a room,” Leo growled loudly.

I pushed Erica back far enough that we could look each other in the eyes. Hers were bright, lucid, and silently pleading with me in a way that made her seem smaller and more vulnerable than the tough chick I’d come to know.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I said to her.

“I didn’t mean literally get a room, right now,” Leo said. “We need to talk this over! You made me a promise, Erica.”

“Shut up, Leo,” Erica said. “I’ll make it up to you, this isn’t the end of the world. Probably. I think.” She grabbed my hand, scrambled out of my lap and started pulling me up out of my chair.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” Leo asked. “How am I getting vaccinated?”

“Whenever they find someone who actually wants to fuck you, dorkus,” Erica told her brother.

“That lady agent said she’d be back in a few hours with your ‘partner,’” I told him as I passed by, still getting pulled by Erica towards the stairs. “I didn’t know what she meant at the time, but I guess-?”

“Is she hot?” Leo asked me. I was already getting pulled up the stairs.

“How am I supposed to know?” I yelled down to him.