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 TITLE: Perfume Resurrection-01 - The family survives

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Mg

   SUMMARY: After the miraculous survival of the family, they find out the
real purpose of the perfume.  Lucy decides to take control of Richard's
hidden stash of perfume and antidote.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this
story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   As if coming out of a deep sleep I opened my eyes and wondered where I
was.  I was in a bed, like a hospital bed.  There were electronic devices
near my head and everything looked white.  Voices could be heard through
the open door, from a hallway beyond.  A woman in a white gown came in
holding a tablet of some sort.  She raised her head and looked at me, saw
me looking back and immediately called out.

   "Dr.  Benson, come here quickly," she cried.  "Lucy is awake."

   An older gentleman came rushing into the room, obviously Dr.  Benson,
and started fussing over me, checking my eyes, my heart, my pulse.

   "Lucy, do you know where you are?" he asked.

   "Duh, a hospital?" I replied.  "Why am I here..." I started to ask and
then suddenly it all came rushing back, all the memories of who I was and
what had happened to me over the last few months.  What was most vivid was
that day at the lab, the last memories I had.  I had been tied up and raped
repeatedly.  I remember calling out to my brother for help but he didn't
come.  Then there was the glimpse of him in the same situation as me,
unable to help.  The fire, yes, there was the fire.  I remember hearing an
alarm and sirens.  I must have passed out from the smoke.  "...never mind,"
I said.  "I remember.  I remember it all."

   My name is Lucy.  I have had quite an adventure over the past several
months, with my family and friends, and of course the perfume.  The perfume
took over our lives, made us do things with each other, sexual things, that
we would never have done otherwise.  Though most of it was wonderful,
sometimes they were hurtful things.  That's what got us into trouble at the
lab.  When I get home I am going to kick my brother's butt and then I'm
going to take all his perfume (and antidote of course) and I'm going
to...going to...heck I think I'll just take it.  I'll use it any way I want
but Richard is never going to see it again, unless I decide to use it on
him.  But he will never control it again.  I'm going to be the one in
control from now on.  If he wants some he will have to ask me first, and
ask me very nicely.  I may even make him pay me for it, not with money
though, other ways.

   "Doctor, her brother just woke up too," came a voice.  I didn't realize
my brother was here in the hospital, let alone in the same room with me.

   "You rest a minute while I look in on your brother," the doctor told me
as he stepped over to the other bed in the room.  I turned and saw Richard
with his eyes open.  He looked at me and smiled.  My first thought was
thank God he was alive.  I love my bother so much.  My second was that I
was still going to kick his butt, and take over the perfume.  I couldn't do
much worse than what anyone else had done so far.  I didn't plan on asking
either.  I would just take it, hide it, and use it as I saw fit, no longer
at the mercy of anyone else.

   "Dr.  Benson," a nurse called out.

   "Not now, I'm with a patient," he replied.

   "His mother and sister just woke up," she told him anyway.  Mom and
Maryanne were here too?  What happened to us all?

   Over the course of the next week we all got progressively stronger until
we were ready for discharge.  I found myself with my Mom, Maryanne, and
Richard, in a room with a psychologist and some government official.

   The psychologist was an older woman, short gray hair and glasses.  Sort
of attractive actually.  What I found most interesting was that I even
noticed something like that.  It was as if I could discern beauty better
now than ever before.  "You are here as part of an exit meeting to let you
know that you will have free counseling services should you need them," the
Dr.  said.

   "Why would we need counseling?" my mom asked.

   The Dr.  continued, "I have been authorized to provide you with
information specific to your case.  The drug found in your system, in all
of you, was part of a government experiment.  It was not intended for your
consumption, or rather absorption as the case may be.  You all had so much
of it in your bodies that it somehow altered your respiratory system enough
that you were able to survive the heavy smoke inhalation that killed the
others in the lab fire."

   "The others are dead?  All of them?" My mom started to cry.

   "Unfortunately yes," the Dr.  continued, a dry tone to her voice.  "You
all have been in a coma for the past three months.  Richard, who seems to
have a bit more of the drug in his system, actually stayed awake for a
short while before going into his coma.  For the amount of smoke you should
all have been dead twice over.  But you survived.  Because of the secrecy
of the research the government decided to inform your husband that you all
died and forced a closed casket funeral for you all."

   "We're dead?" I asked.  "I mean all our friends think we're dead?  How
cool is that?  I wonder who came to my funeral?"

   "What about my husband?" mom asked, ignoring me.

   "He took it hard," the Dr.  said.  "Unfortunately he had a breakdown. 
He created in his mind an alternate world where this world was simply a
story in his mind and his alternate world was his reality.  It contained
all of you, safe and sound.  It was quite an elaborate fabrication,
explaining all that had happened, even twists on all of your names.  You
Lucy, he called Lacy.  I treated your father and was the one that finally
had him committed when he became violent.  So you won't find him home.  He
was admitted to Belleview State Mental Hospital six weeks ago and as it
looks now he probably won't ever be released.  So that brings us back to
counseling should you need it.  As to the lab, it has been closed.  You
will need to relax, recover, and obviously find new employment.  The
government has stepped in and wiped out all of your bills, your house is
yours, your car is paid off, and you have one million dollars in the bank.
All you need to do is sign this release form specifying that you will not
discuss the lab or anything about the drug, ever, and you can leave.  But I
warn you, if you go public with this story, about the drug, you will be
arrested and thrown into some deep hole."

   "And what do we tell our friends about our miraculous recovery?" my mom
asked.

   "You tell them that you were involved in a top secret government project
of national security that required that you appear dead for awhile.  You
can tell them that you are no longer involved with that agency and never
will be again.  Tell them that you are sorry but there was no other choice
and that you can't tell them anything else for national security reasons.
That's it."

   My mom didn't hesitate at all.  She signed the form and we were ushered
out.  Our car was waiting for us out front and loading up we were heading
home for the first time in three months.

   "I'm sorry about your father," my mom cried, "sorry about everything."

   I was too, some anyway.  But I wasn't going to let it deter what I had
decided to do with the perfume.  I had to get a hold of it before Richard
did something stupid like throw it away.  I knew the several places that
Richard had hidden it in the past and would look there first before tearing
apart his room.

   When we got home everyone headed for their own room.  As they were
getting settle back in, I headed to the garage.  Sure enough, back in one
of Richard's hiding places I found the box with the perfume and antidote. I
was so glad my mom had brought home a large container of each that first
time that Richard stole it.  I had plenty here, now that I knew how little
it takes.  I could make it last a long time, well forever.  I took the box
to my room and hid it.  When I had some time alone I would break it down
into small containers and hide them in multiple locations in case a hiding
place is found.  What was nice though was there Richard had already made a
few of those small spray bottles.  But it just seems like there were more.
He must had hidden some away somewhere else.

   Now it was time to plan.  Three months in a coma.  I slept through my
birthday.  I'm 11 now, and I'm growing.  I know it has been three months
since I looked at myself but it sure looks more like a year.  My breasts
are noticeably larger.  There is clearly a circle now on my breast
surrounding a small nipple that looks like it could stick out if I got
aroused, which I plan on doing.  I'm just not sure with whom yet.  I really
don't want to use it on my family, not yet anyway.

   I heard a door slam and looked out my window.  Maryanne was getting into
a car with one of her friends and driving off.  Another door just shut in
the hallway.  I took a look and Richard wasn't in his room.  Then I heard
his voice, in mom's room.  I listened at the door.

   "...just left with one of her girlfriends.  Lucy is in her room with the
door closed.  It's quiet so she is probably sleeping.  Anyway I've locked
your door here." That was my brother.

   My mom said, "Oh Richard, I thank God you are safe." Then there was this
noise.  What?  They're kissing.  My mom and Richard are kissing.  They
don't even have the perfume.  They are doing it on their own.  Maybe with
my dad out of the picture my mom feels more free.  Of course it was Richard
that went to her room, not the other way around.

   "Oh Mom, I love you so much," Richard said.

   "Get those clothes off," my mom said.  "I want you, I need you now
Richard."

   They're going to have sex.  My mother and brother are going to have sex,
without the use of the perfume.  I heard the bed creak.

   "Oh yes, Richard, it's been so long," my mother said.  "I've wanted you,
needed you for so very long.  Ugh, oh yes Richard, yes, oh you're so big.
You fill me up so much, yes, hard, fuck me hard Richard, fuck me hard."

   "Oh mom, you feel so good, I haven't cum in so long.  I'm going to cum
quick and I won't be able to hold it very long."

   "Cum in me baby," my mom said.  "Fill me up with all that cum you have
been saving for me all this time.  Oh Richard, I'm cumming too, I'm cumming
for you baby.  Oh God it's so good."

   "Oh God Mom, yes, oh yes." Then there was only heavy breathing.  I went
back to my room.  It looks like Richard is off the table for me.  I really
don't want to mess up anything he has going with Mom at this point.  Dad of
course is a total loss.  I'll never be with him again.  After listening to
Mom and Richard I'm horny as hell, I mean heck.  I should try to watch my
language, at least some of the time.  I just relaxed on my bed, thinking.

   An hour later Richard knocked on my door, wanting to know if I wanted to
go with him and Mom to the show.  After thinking about it a minute I said
no, for them to go ahead.  I would be fine here alone.  I was 11 now, like
that meant I was old enough to take care of myself.  But a plan had formed
and I probably only had a couple of hours to pull it off before they would
be returning.  They left and I was now alone.

   I wondered if the preacher ever found out my brother fucked his wife.  I
think I'll make a call.

   "Hello, pastor Ryan?" I said as I heard his voice on the other end.

   There was silence for a long moment and then the pastor said, "Lucy?  Is
that you?"

   "Yes pastor Ryan, it's a long story and my Mom was hoping that you could
come over so she could tell it."

   "Of course, right away," he said.

   "You better come alone though," I warned him.  "Some of the information
is very private.  Don't tell anyone where you are going.  Just come over to
our house.  You know where it's at."

   "I'll be right there," he said and hung up.

   I knew it would take him about 15 minutes to get here and I prepared by
getting a bit of antidote and perfume ready for his arrival.  When he
knocked on the door I put on the antidote.  Then I put a dot of perfume on
my finger and answered the door.

   Pastor Ryan walked in and hugged me.  "Oh Lucy it is so good to see you.
I thought you were dead.  Are you all OK?  Where's your mother?"

   "She had an emergency and wanted me to apologize to you, that she will
have to get with you soon, just not now.  She said that I was to make you
feel completely at home and answer any of your questions.  So if you want
to feel completely at home you can come be with me in my bedroom." I took
his hand with the one I had the perfume on, making sure I smeared it in
well, as I led him to my room.

   "I'm going to take your coat off," I told him as I removed his coat.  He
already looked a little dazed.  I knew the perfume was working.  "Normally
my mom would never leave me here alone with a man but she said that you
were totally trustworthy and that I would be completely safe with you.  She
said that you would never hurt me.  So sit here on my bed and ask me
anything you want."

   He sat down next to me and put his hand on my leg, squeezing it a
little. "I just can't believe you are safe and alive.  I officiated at your
funeral." He hugged me, and kissed me on top of the head, not letting go of
the hug.  I looked up and he kissed me on the forehead.  "I'm just so glad
to see you." He kissed my nose.  "I missed you so much." He gave me a quick
peck on the lips.  "I just..." He kissed me again on the lips, this time
more firmly as he relaxed his hug on me.

   I kissed him back, strong and firm, opening my mouth to him.  We sucked
each other's breath away when he gently pushed me back onto the bed and
laid across me.  We were now in a total make out session.  His fingers
found my small breasts and were massaging them.

   I broke the kiss.  "What are you doing?" I asked, trying to sound
outraged.

   "I...uh...I want you Lucy...take off your clothes, now," he ordered as
he stood up and started removing his own.

   "But Pastor Ryan, you shouldn't, please don't," I feigned resistance.

   "You little tart.  You want this and you know it," he said.  A minute
later he was nude and he ripped off my clothes.  Throwing me lengthwise on
my bed he spread my legs apart and knelt between them.  His erection was
probably around 6 to 7 inches in length and throbbing for attention.

   "Pastor Ryan, stop," I pleaded.  "No, don't do this.  I will go to hell
if you do this."

   He didn't hesitate at all.  He guided the head of his shaft into my
pussy hole and thrust forward.

   "Oh Pastor Ryan," I cried out.  "I'm a virgin."

   "Sorry Lucy, not any more."

   I pretended to cry as he rammed his cock up my waiting cunt.  It felt so
good.  It had been so long since someone fucked me.  And to think my first
fuck after getting home was the pastor of our church.  What a nice welcome
home, so thoughtful of Pastor Ryan.

   "Oh Lucy, you are so tight, so wonderful," he said as he kept ramming
me.

   "Please Pastor Ryan, it's starting to feel...oh Pastor Ryan.  I'm a
sinner," I declared.  "It's starting to feel good.  Please forgive me."

   "I knew you were a little cunt tease, Lucy," he said.  "You've wanted
this for a long time and now you're getting it you little fucking bitch."

   "Pastor Ryan, I'm going to cum," I told him and I really was too.  He
was no slouch in the fucking business.  "Is it a sin if I cum?  Does it
mean I enjoyed it?  Does it mean I wanted it?"

   "You wanted it as much as I did Lucy," he said as he thrust one last
time and climaxed.  The feeling of his cum shooting into me set off my
orgasm.  My body exploded as heat and electricity shot out my limbs and my
body went rigid.  Even in my climax I was in control.  I reached down and
got the dab of antidote onto my finger that I had planted on the bedpost. I
wiped it onto Pastor Ryan even as he was finishing up giving me the last of
his cum.  He then collapsed on top of me, his dick still firm inside me but
shrinking fast.

   A minute later I heard his voice.  "Oh God what have I done?  Oh Lucy, I
am so sorry." He pulled out of me and grabbed his clothes, putting them on
while I just laid there on the bed.  "Please forgive me."

   I looked down and saw his cum dripping out of my pussy.  "But Pastor
Ryan, you made me cum," I told him.  "That means it was OK, that I wanted
it to happen, that I liked it.  Pastor Ryan, didn't you like it?"

   "Yes, no, no, I mean yes but I can't like it." He was fumbling all over
the place.  "I sinned before God, Lucy.  I should never have done this.  I
don't know what came over me.  Can you ever forgive me?"

   "What I can't forgive is your rejection," I cried.  "It was beautiful,
wonderful.  You were my first and will be my last.  I love you Pastor Ryan.
I want us to do this again.  I won't tell your wife.  I promise.  I've
heard the rumors.  I know she sleeps around.  So it's OK that we fuck,
isn't it?  Please tell me you will fuck me again, please."

   "No, we can never do this again," he warned.  "Never, ever.  No one can
ever know that we did this Lucy.  Please promise me that you won't tell
anyone, please." He was begging me.  I could do anything with him now.  He
was mine.

   "Pastor Ryan, I won't tell anyone but you need to promise me something
too," I told him.

   "OK, anything Lucy, anything."

   "My mom is going to want some counseling for us all.  She is going to
want church counseling instead of from those, well from non-church sources.
I want you to promise that you will tell her that I need extra special
counseling on my own with you, just the two of us.  I want you to promise
that you will see me alone for one hour every week until I tell you I am
cured.  I have lots of issues and we need to deal with them.  I need you to
help me deal with them."

   "Agreed," he said, wanting to get out of here.

   "Then I promise to not tell anyone about this, not even your wife," I
said, watching him gasp as I said the last part.  "I expect you to make
arrangements with my mom about this tomorrow."

   He was soon out of there and I got cleaned up.  Well it looks like I
have myself a good start, I thought to myself.  I have been home, not even
a day and I have already fucked our local pastor.  What's more, I will have
a standing weekly session with him, a weekly fucking session though he
doesn't know it yet.  I'll let him deal with his own demons while I plan my
next conquest.

   Yes!  Look out world.  The perfume is back and so am I.

   The End (or just another beginning)