I expected to find my sister dead before I opened the door to her room. My parents have no idea that I overheard them planning the poison her. The Population Regulations Committee selected her to be among the millions purged this year; as human populations have reached into the trillions, many believe it to be necessary. It was customary for people to purge themselves, as the Committee's methods were not painless. Parents whose children were selected generally preferred to snuff them without their knowledge.


Even so, I whispered her name as I closed the door behind me. "Kayla!"


No response.


I flipped a switch and light flooded the room. She was laying on her bed; on top of the blanket, as usual. The crotch of her blue skirt was damp, and the sheets around her buttocks stained yellow. Her eyes were closed. "She just peed the bed. She isn't dead," I thought to myself, even though I knew it was a lie.


"Kayla! Are you…?"


I approached her and reached my hand out. When I tried to lift her body, her head and limbs dangled uselessly. I froze and dropped her back to the bed. The momentum nudged her left eyelid open, and her blank stare erased from my mind any doubt as to her condition: she was definitively dead. My bratty, hyper, yet occasionally kind-hearted, little sister was nothing but dead meat. At the pure age of ten, no less. It was a revolting sight, even if I knew it was done for the greater good.


Morbid curiosity had gotten the best of me. I decided to give little Kayla one last brotherly peck on the cheek, then return to bed. After shutting her eyelid with my thumb, I leaned towards her; as soon as my lips touched her cheek, something seemed to change inside of me. I noticed how soft and warm her delicate cheeks were, then the sweet fragrance of her strawberry-scented shampoo, mixed with toothpaste and mouthwash, hit my nostrils. I thought to myself that she was very pretty; not something I had ever thought of before. Before I was fully aware of what was happening I found my index finger being inserted into her mouth. It was warm, and still wet, as a string of saliva pulled away from her lips after I removed my finger. I leaned forward again, and this time my lips connected with hers' I gently suckled on her lips and slowly slipped my tongue in my mouth. When pulled away, I found that the entire weight of my body was on to of her, and my hands gripped the sides of her face; softly caressing her cheeks with my thumbs.


"What the hell am I doing?" I thought myself.


The real horror, for me, came when I felt the tip of my penis pushing against the fabric of my boxers; worse still as my crotch was positioned against Kayla's right left. I thought how, if not for the thin layer of fabric, my penis would have been touching her skin. Then, against all logic and reason, I pulled the flaps of my boxers and allowed my erect dick to slide out. "I'm really doing this," I thought as I moved my pelvis forward and back, as my hard member rubbed against my dead sister's leg.


I looked into her pretty face again, seemingly asleep rather than dead. My eyes then ran down the length of her petite body, bundled up in her favorite blue shirt and skirt, with white sleeves. It would have been such a waste, for such a beautiful thing to just rot in the ground without ever having been enjoyed. I decided that I was going to be her first and last. It was only much later that it hit me that my dead sister would be the one to take my virginity; not that I have ever bragged about it, being my own dark little secret.


I lifted her skirt and pulled her panties, pink cotton, off and threw them to the floor. I stared at her smooth prepubescent pussy for ten seconds before I mounted her body. I lined up with her slit and thrust forward. With an audible grunt I penetrated her tight cunt. I popped her cherry almost immediately, although I only realized it when I felt something warm and sticky around my shaft. Even with blood as a lubricant, it was a tight squeeze and it took everything I had to control the volume of my grunts as I pushed deeper with each thrust. I was somewhat happy that she could not feel what I was doing. Eventually I reached her cervix, and pounded it with an ever-accelerating pace.


It did not take long for me to cum. After only five minutes I climaxed; strings of hot sticky goo sprayed into her. I groaned a little too loudly as I drained every last drop into Kayla's cooling womb. I pulled out, and rested next to her for a few minutes as I caught my breath.


Then I reached over and pulled Kayla's face to mine, and kissed her on the lips one last time. Afterwards I shut off her light and went to bed. Next morning I peaked into her room and her body was already taken to a disposal facility. I quickly became worried, when I noticed that her panties were still on the floor. Luckily my parents never said anything to me, so I assume that they either never noticed or they thought she took them off herself. Either way, I snatched them up off the floor and hid them beneath a loose floorboard.