Quarantined With My Sisters

Chapter 1: Quarantined

“How long can this fucking thing LAST?”

The question was rhetorical, and not directed to me. My big sister Alexandra was barking into her cell phone while pacing back and forth in the kitchen, waving her hands for emphasis on her FaceTime call.

Although we had a “Great Room” setup, where the TV and big couches weren’t very far from the kitchen and had no walls in the way, I couldn’t clearly hear her best friend Emily’s response, but I could tell her tone mirrored Alex’s frustration. Speaking of frustrated tones, my baby sister Michelle yelled, “Lex, come on! If you’re gonna be so loud, can you take it upstairs?!? We can’t hear what Carole Baskin is saying!”

I glanced into the kitchen in time to see Alex roll her eyes and shoot Michelle a dirty look. She didn’t move an inch and said into her phone, “No, it’s just my bratty sister. Ignore her.”

Michelle sighed and shook her head, sinking deeper into the couch. She also picked up the remote and thumbed the volume button higher and higher ... and higher, until the sound was nearly deafening.

“CHELLEY!” Alex thundered.

“GO UPSTAIRS” Michelle yelled right back.

“Fucking kids!” Waving her hands for emphasis again, Alex stomped over to us and reached for the TV remote.

Michelle put the remote in a vice grip with both hands and held it out of reach while Alex bent over her trying in vain to get to it. All the while, the fancy surround sound system continued to blare at supersonic levels, and I rubbed my eyebrows just like that one Picard facepalm meme (in blatant disregard to medical advice to avoid touching my face). But seconds later, Alex’s problem-solving skills figured out another solution, so she snatched up the Roku remote, hit the home button, and the noise abruptly went away.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch?” Michelle howled, dropping the TV remote and bouncing to her feet.

“Why do you have to be such a baby?” Alex spat (not literally), although I saw a trace of spittle on her lips as she got up into Michelle’s face.

It wasn’t easy to get up into Michelle’s face. Despite being older than her sister by nearly four years, Alex was three inches shorter than Michelle. The two of them probably weighed the same, but whereas Michelle was tall and slim, Alex was shorter and curvier. That’s not to say she was overweight by any means. She was super-fit and worked out at the gym religiously, but genetics had given her a generous helping of curves in her breasts and butt.

“Girls, girls,” I interjected, standing up and inserting my hands into the space between their bellies and then spreading my arms to physically separate them. “Let’s everybody take a chill pill. Everyone is tired of being cooped up and we’re all just trying to get by, alright? Lex, would it really be such a big deal to take your call upstairs?”

“He’s right,” Emily squawked from the phone still in Alex’s hand.

Pursing her lips, Alex shot Michelle a hateful glare before exhaling slowly, visibly relaxing as she did so. She glanced down at her phone and muttered, “Fine.” With that, she turned and started heading for the stairs.

Taking a deep breath herself, Michelle exhaled and rolled her eyes before slapping me in the chest. “Thanks, bro.”

I shrugged like it was no big deal and sat back down. Michelle picked up the Roku remote and turned Netflix back on. She also remembered to grab the TV remote and thumb down the volume just before the Netflix “Du-DUM” intro blasted our ears again. And we sat back on the couch to resume our TV show.

But just before the show resumed, I heard Alex’s voice filter down through the silence as she bitched from upstairs, “I’m just so fucking horny!”

Michelle heard it too, and we glanced at each other with matching smirks. Michelle even started laughing, but then we returned our attention to the TV.

The term “quarantine” is not technically accurate. According to the dictionary, a quarantine is when those who have been exposed to a communicable disease are put into isolation to prevent them from spreading that disease to the rest of the population, but neither my sisters nor I had any symptoms or other reason to believe we’d caught the coronavirus. Still, it makes for a better adjective than “staying at home” or “under lockdown” or anything else. So everyone we knew just said they were “quarantined”, even if “isolation” was actually probably the better descriptor for our situation.

None of us had spent significant time together for years prior to the pandemic. Alex was a senior in college, only months away from graduation. I was a sophomore at a different university out of state. And Michelle was still a senior in high school living at home. When schools closed, I got kicked out of the dorms and had to come home. Alex lived off-campus in an apartment with her friends, including Emily, but she was immunocompromised, which counted as an underlying condition that put her into the “at-risk” category. So our parents insisted she come home rather than continue to shack up with a bunch of college students who were far more likely to “break the bubble” in the name of spending more time with their friends.

As for our Mom and Dad themselves, they’d moved a hundred and fifty miles away to stay with Mom’s parents, who were also “at-risk” due to their age and Grandpa’s liver issues. We kids were old enough to take care of ourselves for a few weeks, right? Alex was basically confined to the house, but Michelle and I could get groceries, stock up on toilet paper, and get all the things that Amazon couldn’t provide. Plus, knowing that we were taking care of an immunocompromised sister, we wouldn’t flaunt the rules or take risks like so many of our classmates.

But it was SOOOO boring.

All three of us were taking classes on Zoom, but those didn’t take up all that much time. Our teachers tended to hold class for fifteen minutes, point us to the class website for a list of things to do, and then everybody was on their own. I spent a good amount of time playing video games. My sisters FaceTimed with their friends. And we practically lived in front of the TV watching Netflix or HBO.

We got to be lazy. We got to slack off. It was a little like a staycation, and doing all that was nice for about week, maybe two. But two weeks became three. Three weeks became four, five, and six. There had been no classes during Spring Break, which meant that by now we’d caught up on everything GOOD to watch on Netflix or HBO and now were left with the crap no one would’ve watched if we weren’t trapped in our house because of the pandemic, and a lot of those movies were BAD. Maybe it was time to try Hulu.

I mean, we got out of the house a little. The stay-at-home order had been lifted after three weeks, and we’d started to do a lot of hiking and biking on the weekends. It was a great way to get some fresh air while staying in areas where Alex could easily maintain six feet of social distance. Michelle and I traded off getting the groceries. We’d also played tennis for the first week before the city closed all the courts. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

And yeah, we had started to get pretty sick of each other.

I take that back: Michelle was still pretty happy to have me around. That probably had something to do with Alex turning into a righteous bitch and me defending Michelle whenever she called her out on it. But my little sister and I had always got along pretty well. Alex had been a domineering big sister since we were toddlers, so Michelle and I had long held an “us versus her” mentality. We had similar tastes in music and movies and could often be found watching Netflix together. We enjoyed playing board games, or at least had enjoyed them before becoming teenagers and getting distracted by teenage things. Now trapped at home for days on end, we’d rediscovered the nostalgic joy of playing them again. We even made a few TikTok videos together. Separated from our regular friends, we had naturally turned to each other for conversation.

But Alex had been in her own world, isolating herself from me and Michelle for the most part. She had the streaming apps on her iPad and preferred to watch movies in bed. She was constantly on the phone, and some days it seemed like she only emerged at mealtimes. It was as if she had kept one foot out the door back to school, to her friends, and of course to her boyfriend. More than once I would pass by her locked bedroom door at night and hear her moaning as she had FaceTime sex with her boyfriend. I would always quickly move on. Empirically, I knew my sister was really sexy. She had the body of an Instagram influencer, the kind that crammed overly large tits into tight sports bras and took a lot of photos of their juicy butts in tight spandex. But I would much rather jerk off to internet porn than eavesdrop on my bitchy sister like some kind of pervert.

Speaking of the internet, Pornhub had practically become my Safari homepage. I had done alright for myself at college, with three girlfriends over the past two years, one of them lasting for six months. There had also been two one-night stands after parties with super-hot drunken sluts. I had a pretty big schlong and I knew what to do with it. Success breeds more success, and walking around with the confidence of a young man who had bedded some smokin’ hot babes had earned me my most recent girlfriend, Avery.

Avery and I had also tried FaceTime sex, but unfortunately, we’d both found it sorely lacking. Further, we really didn’t have a whole lot in common besides sex. We didn’t have the same circle of friends, didn’t have similar interests in conversational topics, and to make a long story short, we both agreed to take a break from each other for as long as this pandemic lasted. If and when we were both able to return to campus, we’d meet up and see if the chemistry was still there. If so, great. If not, we’d wish each other well and move on.

For the first week after that, I probably filled six tissues a day watching Pornhub or reading erotica. The week after that, I probably filled eight or nine tissues a day. But even that started to get old after a while, and I decided my time was better spent on video games, streaming movies, and playing board games with Michelle.

As for Michelle ... Well, actually, I’m not sure what Michelle did all day. She didn’t lock herself up in her room like Alex, for sure, but whenever I was in my own room playing video games or doing ... myself ... I didn’t much pay attention to what my little sister was up to. I imagined she was doing the same things as me: reading, streaming movies, and doing ... herself...

I didn’t really want to think about that last part. She was my little sister. That’s just gross.

But then one day, Michelle said something that started to change all that.

“She’s right you know. You’ve got a great body. I even caught myself masturbating to your abs the other day.”

I had been panting hard prior to Michelle saying those words, but hearing them took my breath away. No really, I couldn’t breathe. In fact, I started choking, coughing up water that had gone down the wrong pipe and barely managed to set the bottle down upright on the counter without spilling it.

As had become part of our evening routine, Michelle and I had put YouTube on the big TV tonight and cued up one of a variety of instructor-led workout videos. It was the best way we could come up with to stay in shape and avoid gaining the “Covid 19” (Like the Freshmen 15, but worse), with all of the gyms being closed and all. Pornhub might get my heart racing, but it didn’t really give me a full-body workout, y’know? We alternated who got to pick the video and did our best to spread around the muscle groups worked on. I tended to pick upper-body workouts and Michelle tended to pick lower-body or core. I tended to favor those featuring pretty girls like Pamela Reif, because let’s face it: Pamela Reif is HOT. Michelle picked a lot of Thenx, MadFit, and Blogilates.

Tonight was a Pamela Reif workout, one that really worked out our abs, and toward the end of it, Alex had come downstairs and gone into the kitchen to get herself a drink. Rather than take her glass upstairs immediately though, Alex hung out in the space between the kitchen and the back of the big couch, just sort of watching the video. At least, I thought she was watching the video, but she may have also been watching us.

When the workout vid ended two minutes later, I collapsed flat on my back and wheezed from exhaustion. I truly had NO idea how the slender fitness model could just keep going and going and going like the freaking Energizer Bunny, never pausing, never resting, and never even breaking a sweat. I was soaked myself, and I felt that awful clammy feeling of my t-shirt sticking to my skin.

“15-minute Six-pack? Really?” Alex mocked. “You want a serious workout; you should do Sydney Cummings.”

I didn’t really know who Alex was talking about, but I looked over at Michelle with a questioning look and she shrugged. We’d look her up later. In the meantime, my water bottle was empty, and I stood up to refill it. My clammy shirt annoyed me, so I whipped it over my head as I went into the kitchen.

“It’s not like we only did a 15-minute workout,” Michelle said defensively. “We did two 10-minute core workouts right before this one.”

Alex was already heading for the stairs, but she had glanced back at me when my shirt came off. And she commented rather slyly, “I can tell, squirt. You don’t look like you even need a six-pack workout. You’ve already got a great-looking core.”

I arched an eyebrow at her, surprised at the unexpected compliment. Alex looked a little surprised herself, and she quickly turned the corner and went out of view.

I refilled my bottle from the filtered tap next to the faucet, started chugging away, and that’s when Michelle commented, “She’s right you know. You’ve got a great body. I even caught myself masturbating about your abs the other day.”

And then I’d promptly choked.

It felt like it took a full minute of thumping my own chest with my right fist to get the oxygen going again. Even once I started breathing, I had to cough several more times to clear my lungs and felt tears streaming down my cheeks. And only then did I managed to look back into the TV room and gasp, “What did you say?”

But Michelle shook her head in the negative as she studiously avoided my eyes, focusing a little too hard as she put her dumbbells away. But there was no mistaking the bright pink flush of her face. “I just said I agree with Lex. You’re pretty ripped,” she muttered.

“Not that part. The other part.”

Michelle shrugged and played dumb. “What other part?”

I blinked twice. I hadn’t imagined her saying that, had I? “The part about you ... I mean ... uhhh...”

Michelle rolled her eyes and gave me a look like I’d grown goat horns from the top of my head. Then she shook her head again and got up. “I’m gonna go take a shower. You wanna watch another Game of Thrones episode tonight?”

I blinked twice again, letting my shoulders sag. Either I’d misheard her, or I’d heard her correctly but Michelle was too embarrassed to admit it. Either way, I realized I shouldn’t press the issue and instead focused on answering her last question. “Yeah, Game of Thrones. Sure.” Like I said, we were all out of good new shows to watch and by now had resorted to reruns.

Michelle gave me a tight smile and turned the corner to head for the stairs.

But dammit if I wasn’t stuck with the image of Michelle rubbing herself in the shower now.

Pornhub. Pronto, I told myself. With some busty slut that doesn’t look anything like Michelle.

It was five days later when Michelle and I cued up a new core exercise video, this time a 40-minute Sydney Cummings vid. We’d already seen all the good Thenx, Blogilates, and Pamela Reif vids, and Sydney Cummings did have some really long workouts that pushed us even harder.

Thing is: Upper-body workouts tire me out but don’t make me really sweat. Same goes for lower-body workouts, for that matter. But the core and cardio workouts REALLY push me to my limits since they never really STOP. You can’t catch your breath. And after thirty minutes feeling my sweat-soaked shirt sticking to my skin, I finally just ripped it off and kept going.

Five minutes later, I noticed Michelle checking out my naked torso. Two minutes after that, I noticed her doing it again. She didn’t say anything, and I didn’t react in any way to make it obvious that I’d caught her, but I couldn’t un-notice her either.

And then hell, I let myself give Michelle a once over with my eyes as well. To be perfectly honest, her body reminded me a LOT of Pamela Reif’s, and tonight she wore a skin-tight Lululemon tee and volleyball shorts that showed off her thigh gap (she was on the Varsity team at school). I noticed that SHE noticed me checking her out, and suddenly I was blushing as pink as Michelle had been five days earlier.

When we were done, Michelle went upstairs to take a shower. I went to my desk chair to watch some Pornhub, taking care not to pick anything that reminded me of my little sister. The problem was, I kept imagining that Michelle was masturbating in the shower, and despite the moving pictures of busty young sluts crawling all over each other and one lucky guy on the screen before me, I couldn’t get that image out of my mind.

And I did NOT want to ejaculate while thoughts of Michelle were in my head. That was just... wrong.

Bottom line: I didn’t get off before Michelle finished her shower. Feeling quite antsy, I really just wanted to get my own shower over with, so I grabbed my towel and went to wait for her to come out of the bathroom. I suppose I could have gone to use the big shower in our parents’ master bedroom, but Michelle and I had always used the hallway bathroom. Only Alex ever went into our parents’ bathroom, whether it was to shower or use the toilet.

Now let me make clear that I didn’t usually wait for my sister to emerge. Usually, my post-workout jerk-off sessions lasted longer than her shower, so she was always already in her bedroom by the time I came out. Not that she walked naked out of the bathroom or anything like that, but Michelle was certainly surprised when she popped the door.

Michelle had very long, very fine hair. She was quite proud of it and took care of it religiously. When dry, it hung in a shimmering curtain halfway down her back, accentuating her willowy, lengthy body. Still damp, as it was now, it stuck tightly to her scalp, drawing my attention to her large, luminous eyes as she stared at me, her pouty lips slightly parted as if panting with arousal.

Or, you know, gasping in surprise to see her brother waiting just outside the door. One or the other.

Holding her dirty clothes in one hand, she was wearing her towel wrapped around her torso with the fold tucked into her cleavage. My eyes had darted to that cleavage for a moment and then trailed down the exposed skin of her long, lithe legs. I turned away in embarrassment, muttering “Sorry! Sorry!” for surprising her and silently chastising myself for ogling her just now. She muttered something in reply, quietly enough that I didn’t catch it immediately, and went into her bedroom. I waited until I heard the door latch click shut before I turned back around to go into the bathroom, praying fervently that she hadn’t noticed the massive bulge in my gym shorts.

Only THEN did her words filter into my brain: “It’s okay. I don’t mind you looking.”

I didn’t have the brain power at this moment to process that, so I hurried into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

And my damn hard-on wouldn’t go away.

“I don’t mind you looking”? Seriously. What the hell is going on? Is my little sister ... like ... interested? In me?

We had been in quarantine WAY too long.

Am -I- interested in my sister? Da fuq?

This was so WRONG.

My erect column of meat bobbed and weaved unceasingly as I tried (and failed) to focus on shampooing my hair and then washing my face. I grabbed it a couple of times, half-heartedly giving it a few jerks before letting go to concentrate on soaping my body. But once everything was rinsed off, I sighed and bent my head forward, taking a firm but supple hold of my shaft and stroking it with the intent to get myself off as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, dirty thoughts of Michelle rubbing herself off in this very shower just minutes prior kept invading my mind. I tried to recall the physical features of my Pornhub vixens. I tried to remember exactly what Avery looked like naked. I even tried to subtly morph the image in my head of Michelle’s body to put Pamela Reif’s face on top of it, to no avail. Somebody had inceptioned the idea of my little sister masturbating into my mind, and I couldn’t get it out!

I realized I wasn’t going to spurt anytime soon, not without thinking of Michelle that is. Not wanting to waste water, I switched off the spray and started drying off. My massive schlong refused to go down, and I resolved to cueing up Pornhub or perhaps opening one of my favorite erotica stories as soon as I got back to my room. I just knew I’d have to do it fast, because Michelle would be waiting for me to start Game of Thrones soon.

I wrapped my towel around my waist, chuckling at the obscene tent I was pitching at a 45-degree upward angle. Eager to get to my masturbation session, I grabbed my dirty clothes with one hand and opened the door with the other to hurriedly step outside...

... and nearly ran into Alex. My big sister had been passing down the hallway, and she yelped in shock and jerked away when my face suddenly loomed just a few inches away from hers. I jerked away myself, taking a quick side-step to avoid bumping into her, and we both came to a stop a couple of feet away from each other, eyes wide open in surprise.

“Sorry! Sorry!” I apologized.

“Jeezus, you scared me!” Alex exclaimed, holding her hand over her heart. But then her eyes dropped down my torso, taking in my bulging pecs and tense abs. I really did have a six-pack, and was quite proud of it, which was why I continued to do all those core workout videos. And then my sister’s eyes got REALLY big as she saw the bulging tent in my towel.

Right then, my towel slipped off completely. In my haste to side-step a collision, I had apparently stretched the limits of friction a single towel tuck can make. With my hands held up and to my sides in a defensive, apologetic posture, I was helpless to stop the terrycloth from puddling to the floor, revealing my throbbing manhood in all its glory.

Not that I stayed in that position to let her ogle away or anything. I felt the towel slipping down my thighs and had frantically tried to grab it before it fell, to no avail. It only took a second for me to duck down, grab the offending fabric with my right hand and hoist it over my crotch. My left hand likewise pinned my dirty clothes over my crotch, and I was left standing there, blushing beet red in embarrassment trying to cover my nakedness.

Alex blinked twice, still staring at my midsection as if she had X-ray vision and could see straight through both the bunched-up towel and my dirty clothes. Either that, or the sight of my naked dick had been burned into her retinas and she could still see afterimages of the thick column of mushroom-headed meat. Whatever the reason, it was clear she wasn’t about to move, so I did the first thing that came to mind. I chuckled nervously and scampered down the hallway to my room, nevermind that I had to show my big sister my naked butt the whole way. And it was only once I was in the privacy of a room with a closed door that I finally began to exhale.

On the bright side, being scared shitless was not the most arousing sensation in the world, and when I tossed my dirty clothes into the hamper and looked down at my crotch, I found that it had nearly gone soft all on its own.

At least now Michelle wouldn’t have to wait for me long to start Game of Thrones.

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Oh, holy shit!” a girl gasped in the darkness, followed by a thump as she stepped back onto the floor. I felt the mattress shift as her body weight no longer pressed into the pocketed-coil springs beside me.

Blinking a few times, I stared into the dim illumination, trying to identify who was in my room. “Lex? Chelle?”

Without another word, whoever she was quickly walked to my bedroom door, cracked it open just enough to let her fit through, and she slithered outside while closing the door behind her.

Shaking cobwebs loose from my brain and scratching crusty bits from my eyes, I turned to look at the clock on my nightstand. It was after 3am, not an hour when I did my best thinking. In fact, I was so addled at the moment that I couldn’t be sure I hadn’t imagined that one of my sisters had come into my room for some randomly weird reason.

But then I noticed that I wasn’t under my bedcovers. Further, I noticed that I was sporting an 8-inch erection, standing up like a tilted flagpole through the flaps of both my boxer shorts and pajama pants. I was pretty sure it hadn’t gotten out on its own.

What the hell is going on?

Mr. Happy throbbed at me, bobbing slightly as if silently complaining that he wasn’t getting any attention. Letting my head flop back onto my pillow, I half-heartedly gave it a few pumps. But it was after 3am in the middle of the fucking night, and I was tired. I left my hand wrapped around my meat, let my brain drift away, and soon fell back into slumber.

Alex was extra-bitchy the next morning. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during breakfast. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during lunch. She complained to her best friend via FaceTime that her boyfriend didn’t have enough time for her. And she complained AGAIN about being stuck in quarantine during dinner.

Michelle complained about Alex complaining so much, especially since the FaceTime with Emily was once again in the kitchen instead of upstairs in her room. Alex started yelling that Michelle didn’t know what it was like to be immunocompromised and scared to death of the virus - that if Michelle caught it, she would get nothing more than a mild cold.

Michelle complained it wasn’t her fault Alex was immunocompromised, and complained further still that if she hadn’t been saddled with an immunocompromised sister, she could’ve gone out and about like so many of her classmates and friends who were pushing the boundaries of “social distancing” since it “didn’t really matter if they got it or not”.

Both girls got fucking livid, and while it never quite came to physical blows, it was pretty close. Alex ultimately stalked upstairs to her bedroom and violently slammed the door shut. Michelle stalked into the TV room, snatched a throw pillow off the couch, and planted it over her face to muffle a primal scream.

Having done my best to placate both girls during the fight, I was pretty drained myself. But after a couple of minutes to calm myself down, I went to join Michelle on the couch and gave her a big hug.

“You know Lex loves you, just as much as you love her,” I told her reassuringly. “She’s being a terrible bitch right now, but it’s the situation getting to her, that’s all. We’ve all been cooped up inside for far too long.”

Michelle sighed and shook her head. “I know, I know. She just makes me so ... UGH!” She grabbed the pillow again to muffle another scream.

I hugged my little sister tighter to my side while she let her frustrations out. She screamed again and shuddered. But in the end, she started to settle down and let the pillow fall away. Tears in her eyes, Michelle twisted to bury her face against the crook of my neck and hug me back, and I simply held her in silence for a long several minutes while she calmed down.

Eventually, Michelle spoke. Once again though, it was to speak words I did NOT expect.

“She’s right about one thing, though,” my little sister began. “She just gets so fucking horny.”

I blinked twice in surprise and pulled my head back to look down at her. But Michelle was glassy-eyed, staring off into space at some point past my shoulder. “Umm, what?” I croaked, certain I had not heard what I’d just heard.

She sighed, absentmindedly rubbing my chest with her free hand while the other cinched tighter around my back and held my waist. “I get why she’s so cranky, that’s all. She’s used to getting plowed on a regular basis, but now she’s stuck here, feeling a million miles away while her boyfriend is out macking on other girls.”

“Wait, what?” I pulled back and Michelle sat up straighter. “What was that about Lex’s boyfriend?”

“You weren’t listening? This afternoon when she was yelling at Emily?”

I blinked and shrugged my shoulders. “Once she starts screaming that loud I just sort of tune her out. She was talking about her boyfriend?”

Michelle nodded. “He’s sick of being cooped up, and his friends keep telling him he has ‘rights’ or some such bullshit - that the government can’t keep him locked up, and they can’t stop him from going out to see his friends. Or at least that’s what Alex was telling Emily. Supposedly he didn’t say anything specific about flirting with other girls, but Alex’s convinced herself he’s already banging someone else. It would explain why he’s been so much less available. She said they haven’t even had FaceTime sex in like a week.”

I shook my head slowly, processing all of that.

Michelle started chuckling. “As it stands right now, if they don’t come up with a vaccine until next year, she’s staring down a future where YOURS is the only dick she’ll have within reach until 2021.”

I grimaced immediately at the thought.

Michelle gave me a funny look. “What? Grossed out by the idea of your sister coming onto you?”

My scowled deepened. “She’s my sister, Chelle.”

Michelle shrugged and stood up from the couch, wiping the last traces of tears from her eyes. She turned around, staring out the sliding door into the darkness outside, muttering, “Well when you’re out of options, you’re out of options.” And with that, she went upstairs.

Feeling a little weirded out by the whole situation, I stayed on the couch and tried to process everything that had happened. And I thought about Michelle’s words about being out of options and everything.

It was true, we were all out of options. For as much as the girls fought each other, I knew deep down that they loved each other. I certainly loved them both. It was why we had never questioned our parents’ orders to obey strict quarantine and not risk exposing Alex to something that could quite literally kill her. But what if Michelle was right, and the lockdowns wouldn’t get lifted until a vaccine was developed? Could the three of us really be stuck together like this for the rest of the fucking YEAR?

The idea of that sobered me. I suppose I had always known in the back of my head that this thing COULD last a lot longer than any of us realized, at least in theory. But didn’t people say this would all blow over by summer? Didn’t all the scientific theory say the virus wouldn’t do well once the weather warmed up? I well and truly loved both my sisters, and Pornhub and my right hand could keep me busy for a while, but no way was I gonna go a whole fucking YEAR without having real sex with a live, human girl. The virus wouldn’t last that long. It just couldn’t.

I ain’t fuckin’ waiting a whole fuckin’ year! my dick informed me coldly.

But what if the virus did last?

I thought about Michelle and I starting to check each other out while exercising, something I never would have thought I’d do in a million years. I thought about the illicit thoughts of her masturbating in the shower and my incomprehensible inability to make those thoughts go away. I thought about the memory of one of the girls slipping into my bedroom and pulling my dick out through my pajama pants in the middle of the night, half-disbelieving it was real and half-believing (but 100% terrified) it WAS real.

I realized my thoughts were going in circles and not going to amount to anything but more confusion, so after a while I finally got up off the couch. The girls’ fight had come at the end of dinner, so I busied myself clearing off the table and loading the dirty dishes into the washer. The girls did most of the cooking and I did all of the cleaning, a fair trade in my estimation.

But once everything was put away and I’d started the dishwasher, I checked the clock and realized it was almost time for Michelle and me to start our evening YouTube workout and I still needed to change. So I headed upstairs, intending to go straight to my bedroom; but as I passed by Alex’s bedroom, I heard the muffled sound of her obviously sexual moaning through the locked door. Normally when I heard such a thing I would always quickly move on, but not tonight. I paused, closed my eyes, and listened a little harder. I wondered if Alex was rubbing her clit with just her fingers, or if (more likely) she kept a vibrator in her nightstand and was currently pushing it in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I wondered if maybe ... just maybe ... she was imagining it was MY dick pushing inside her.

Guilt hit me immediately, and I shook that thought from my head as I softly padded down the hallway. My bedroom was next, the door open as always. But right next to it, separated by only a couple of feet, was Michelle’s closed bedroom door. For some reason, I found myself pausing just outside it, closing my eyes, and listening a little harder. And sure enough, muffled moans came floating from behind the door - the sounds of a young woman in heat.

Once again, the guilt hit me, and I swiftly entered my room and closed the door. I took deep, calming breaths, long enough to let the blood flowing into my growing erection reverse course. And then I changed into my workout gear, just a t-shirt and gym shorts. Perhaps five minutes after entering my room, I emerged and rapped my knuckles twice on Michelle’s bedroom door.

“Hey, Chelle,” I called in a neutral voice. “I’m going downstairs to pick out a Sydney Cummings vid. No rush. Just come down whenever you’re ready.”

There was a short delay, but Michelle’s voice came back just as neutrally. “Okay, see you in a bit.”

Forcing myself to NOT imagine what my little sister was doing in her room, I quickly headed back downstairs.

Nobody came into my bedroom that night, nor the next several nights after. Every morning, I awoke to find everything in order, with everything tucked in where it was supposed to be. Well, there was one day when my morning wood managed to sprout itself through the flap of my boxers, but it was still safely inside my pajama pants. By the next week, I was much more thoroughly convinced that I had dreamt up the whole thing about a 3am visitor.

Alex also calmed way down after that big fight. The next morning she apologized to Michelle for being such a bitch, explaining that she was PMS’ing like crazy on top of stressing about distance learning exams. This was supposed to be her victory lap semester before graduating and getting her degree, but now the whole world had flipped upside-down. Michelle was quite gracious in accepting her apology, all things considered. In my opinion, Michelle actually had it worse, missing her high school victory lap in addition to senior prom and all the other high school rites of passage.

What followed was perhaps the best week of quarantine for us. I scored a fresh stash of toilet paper. Alex spent more time with us, even hanging around to play board games a bit. And even the furtive, decidedly un-sisterly glances my sisters had been giving me went away.

I got both my big and little sisters back. My mind stopped wandering into dangerously incestuous imagery. And I poured a quart of semen into various tissues fantasizing about Pornhub models, plus a few busty blonde bisexual beauties that love eating creampies in erotica.

Everything had gone back to normal...

... until the night that “normal” went completely out the window.

I was sitting up in bed, slowly jacking my rod while reading a story about this Wall Street investment banker whose heretofore unknown father died and left him to inherit a few billion dollars, when a knock sounded at my door along with some muffled question that I couldn’t quite hear.

I was rather engrossed in a part when the main character woke up in his new penthouse apartment spooned behind his busty Australian personal assistant, started making out with her, and started to burrow his thick shaft deep into her wet tunnel, so without looking up I called out a querying, “Yeah?”

My bedroom door opened, Alex walked in, asking, “Hey squirt, have you seen my—- HOLY SHIT!”

I jerked my eyes away from the iPad, gawking in shock to find my big sister in my bedroom while I had my hand around my dick. I was dressed only in my pajama pants, but those had been pushed down to mid-thigh to give me free access to my upright shaft, and then it was my turn to exclaim, “Holy shit, Lex! What are you DOING in here?”

“I ASKED if it was alright for me to come in! You said ‘yes’!” She waved her arms for emphasis but made no move to leave the room. Instead, she continued gawking at my crotch, and more specifically at the erection still bobbing around seeing as I was incomprehensibly more embarrassed about the sex story and was busy trying to hit the iPad lock button and make it go away. Only then did I remember to yank my pajama pants all the way up.

“I don’t remember saying ‘yes’!” I squawked, blushing bright pink.

With my dick now out of sight, Alex finally brought her gaze up to my face. “Well you DID,” she said defensively. “I would NEVER just barge in here without asking. I know for SURE there’s a 50/50 chance of you doing ... well ... exactly what you were doing ... just now.”

“Okay, okay, whatever. Let’s try to pretend you never saw anything.” I grimaced, recognizing that I had been distracted and quite possibly had replied in the affirmative without realizing it. “Whaddaya want?”

“I ... uhhh...” My big sister looked stumped for a moment, having clearly forgotten what she’d come here to ask. She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember as she stared off into the middle-distance. But then her gaze tracked across my bare-naked torso, down my six-pack abs, and to the bulge in my pajama pants that hadn’t gone away, and her mouth went slack a bit.

I sighed, still on edge. Realizing that this is what it must feel like to have really big boobs while wearing a low-cut top, I gestured with both hands and muttered, “My eyes are up here, Lex.”

My big sister blinked twice, jerked her gaze up to my face, and winced. And then without another word, she fled the room.

Our parents had always told us not to go to bed angry. Residual animosity from a fight would fester overnight and become even worse. When lined up like a set of dominoes, each tile slightly bigger than the last, even the smallest offense could ultimately bring down a mountain ... or something. I was never sure about Dad’s analogy.

As a whole, my sisters and I hadn’t been doing a very good job of listening to that advice. For weeks now Alex had been holing herself up in her room, stewing in her own hatred and frustration at our situation, and neither Michelle nor I had done much to draw her out. We used to be good at that sort of thing back when all three of us lived at home. But after moving out to go to college, I suppose we had gotten out of the habit.

The point is: I knew Alex was feeling weird and awkward, and I didn’t want those feelings to fester. We had JUST gotten her to be a functioning, participative member of our family, and I was scared she would retreat back to hiding into her cave all day every day.

Alex’s door was closed, obviously. It was almost midnight and we all had Zoom classes in the morning. Michelle would be asleep by now, and I had been trying to squeeze out a last ejaculation before going to bed myself. I knocked twice and waited for her to let me in.

She didn’t.

I waited about fifteen seconds, knocked again, and this time added, “Lex? It’s me. Can we talk?”

“Go away.”

“C’mon, Lex...”

“What do you want?”

“I just want to talk to you.”

There was a short pause before she replied, “It was my fault. I’m sorry for barging in on you. Just go back to your room and jerk off and we’ll forget the whole thing happened, alright?”

I took a deep breath, weighing her wish for me to just go away and forget everything against my concern that we hadn’t actually resolved anything. “Lex, please? Talk to me.”

“We’re talking.”

“Can’t you let me in?”

Silence.

I waited her out, giving her some time to process. Ten seconds turned into twenty, and then thirty. But just when I was about to ask again, the door popped open and Alex stood there with a stricken look on her face. Before I could say a word, she waved me in, and I headed for her desk chair while she closed the door behind me.

My big sister returned to her bed and sat cross-legged atop it, looking at me expectantly. “You wanted to talk? Talk.”

“I just want to make sure everything’s cool between me and you,” I explained. “I couldn’t be sure of that standing on the other side of your door.”

“It’s fine. We’re cool. And if that’s it, I’d like to go to bed now.” Alex gestured for me to leave.

I kept my butt firmly planted in the chair. Arching an eyebrow, I gave her a skeptical look and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” she scoffed. “What’s wrong? EVERYTHING’S wrong! I’ve been cooped up in this fucking house for almost two fucking months, scared of a virus that will quite literally KILL ME if I catch it while half the friends on my Facebook feed are out and about acting as if everything in the world is fucking normal, even though we all know that BOTH of Becky’s grandparents died of this thing, Kevin’s older brother got over it but can’t run FIFTY FEET without getting winded, and now Ashley’s entire family has it! What’s WRONG?!? We’re in the middle of a fucking PANDEMIC, I’ll probably never see half my college friends ever again, I haven’t gotten laid since three days before being sent home, I have NO fucking clue when I’ll be able to even TOUCH another man for the rest of my life, and my little brother has a BIG FUCKING COCK I can’t get out of my fucking MIND! THAT’S what’s wrong!”

For the first half of my sister’s rant, I had been mentally formulating a response that would address her concerns over the uncertainty of the situation, explaining that we were all in this together and that even though Michelle and I didn’t have immune system issues like she did, we would never abandon her and would always be here to take care of her. But then the last part of her rant hit me, and all those coherent statements flew right out the window.

I blinked rapidly, my jaw dropped to the floor, and I just sort of gaped at her like a fish flopping on the deck.

Two seconds later, Alex’s jaw dropped as far as mine had, although she covered it with her mouth and popped her eyes open WIDE, as if in utter shock she’d said those words out loud.

I managed to recover first. “Uh ... well...” I began uncertainly, not sure how to respond but desperate to cover the awkward silence. “Thank you? I think? For the compliment?”

Alex snorted, cracked a smile at my weak joke, but then buried her face in both hands and looked ready to cry.

Seeing my big sister so weak and pathetic, my familial instinct kicked in and I was suddenly out of the chair. I moved to sit beside her and wrapped both arms around her in a fierce hug. She had managed to keep it in so far, but the moment I held her the waterworks started. And she buried her face into my upper chest to cry her poor little heart out.

Wordlessly, I let her shudder and sob while she sagged deeper into my embrace. I adjusted my grip, hugging her tighter. The headboard wasn’t far behind me, and I reclined against it with her pillows supporting my lower back. That allowed Alex to truly rest her head against my chest, and I was able to look down at her, brushing locks of hair back from her pretty face, beautiful even though her expression was one of abject misery.

I don’t know how long she cried, but I held her until she’d let it all out. Even when her sobs went silent, I squeezed my arms, willing her to understand that I loved her. She was my big sister, after all. And after a while, she lapsed into such stillness that I wondered if she’d fallen asleep.

But just when I started to think about how to escape, plotting out how I’d gently lower her head to the pillows and slide myself laterally across her bed, her eyes opened and she looked up at me, my love for her mirrored in her eyes. Yeah, she could be a real bitch sometimes, but I understood the stress she was under and didn’t really hold it against her. I told her with my eyes that I would always be here for her, and I’d like to think she understood.

That’s when she kissed me. One minute, I was smiling down at her, wordlessly just reminding her I was here for her. The next, she had closed the gap between our lips, molded hers around mine, and hummed rapturously as her tongue parted my teeth and pushed in to tease mine.

At first, I responded in kind. I’d kissed quite a few girls over the years and had lots and lots of practice. My arms instinctively pulled her closer to me and I tilted my head to the side to pull my nose out of the way. Alex moaned and scooted up the bed a little closer to get a better angle on me, but as I felt her right hand slide off my belly and start to head further south, I suddenly realized exactly what I was doing, and WHO I was doing it with.

Breaking the kiss, I pulled my head back while my eyes flew open in shock. “Lex? What are we—?” I began in confusion.

Her right hand darted up behind my head and tugged it so that my forehead was pressed against hers. Her eyes closed and she husked in a low voice, “Please?”

That’s it. Just one word, pregnant with all kinds of meaning. She didn’t need more than one word, because I already understood what she was asking. She NEEDED this right now. She needed ME right now. She needed to kiss me and feel love, and was that really so much to ask?

Nodding slowly, I bent my lips to hers and renewed the liplock.

Alex sighed happily, her left arm holding me tight while her right cinched around the back of my neck. We kissed and kissed and kissed some more. My conscience went to war with my heart, telling me this was wrong. My heart fought back, the sound of my sister’s “Please” echoing over and over and over again.

And hell, kissing her felt GOOD. I hadn’t been kissed like this since the last time I saw Avery face-to-face. I’d spent almost two months only experiencing self-inflicted orgasms, never feeling the touch of another human being in a sexual way except for my own right hand. And even though I couldn’t compare the stress I was under to what Alex had been going through, it was still pretty stressful to be under lockdown for this long, painfully aware that if I were to screw up and catch the virus outside from someone else, it may not kill me but it certainly COULD kill someone I loved.

It’s not like we were having SEX. This was just kissing. Brothers and sisters kiss each other all the time...

... just...

... well...

... not like this...

But this wasn’t SUCH a big difference, right? I’d pecked both Alex and Michelle on the lips lots of times ... although it had probably been a few years since the last time. Still ... this was just kissing.

And then Alex’s hand slid into my pajama pants and wrapped around my boner.

I broke the kiss again, “Holy shit.”

My big sister kept kissing me, although her lips were no longer on my mouth. While my eyelids fluttered and I gasped in surprise, Alex nibbled on my chin, walked her lips down my jawline, and sucked on my neck a little bit. Her cool hand encircled my rod, pumping back and forth along its length while she audibly groaned into the crook of my neck. And I was powerless to resist her.

This is soooo much better than stroking myself, I thought.

“I love your cock, little brother,” she crooned before sucking my neck again, not quite enough to leave a hickey but getting pretty close. “It’s so hot. It’s so big.

“Lex...” I breathed, not believing this was happening.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a cock in my hands?”

“Lex...” I groaned. “We shouldn’t.”

“Please, little brother?” Her hand sped up its pumping.

“Ohmigawd ... Lex...”

“I love your cock. It’s beautiful, did you know that?”

“Actually, I did.” I actually laughed a little. “Avery said the same thing. Others, too.”

“I’ll bet you’re pretty good at pleasing girls with this weapon, aren’t you?”

I groaned, feeling torn. “Lex ... I’m your brother.”

“Well are you? Are you a pussy-pleaser?”

“Lex ... Are you actually suggesting—”

“I’m gonna taste him, okay? I haven’t had a real dick in my mouth in SUCH a long time.”

“Holy shit, Lex. We can’t ... I—”

“Pleeeease? I need it. I want it. I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Lex, Lex, ohmigawd. You’re my sister. We really sh—. Holy SHIT!”

It was in her mouth. She’d slid down the bed while I rambled, pulled the waistband of my pajama pants down, and crammed the first four inches of my prick into her mouth. Thirty minutes ago, I had been slowly jacking myself while reading about a fictional hot model sucking the dick of a fictional Wall Street I-banker. Now my actual sister was sucking my actual cock, and I was helpless to resist her. I simply felt too good.

“Mmph, mmph, mmph.” Alex feasted on me like I was the yummiest dessert she’d ever tasted.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groaned, unable to do anything but let my head fall back and place a hand atop her head. “Holy shit, Lex. You’re amazing at this.”

My big sister popped off at the compliment, beaming up at me when I looked down at her. She gave me a silly grin and redoubled her efforts. This time, she fed on me with a little bit more of a sloppy technique, wet and crazy and keeping her big, beautiful eyes on me the whole time. Before, she had been sucking my dick to satisfy her internal cravings. Now, she was performing.

“Holy shit you’re amazing,” I repeated, in awe of the sight of her lips stretched wide around my girth. My big sister was on all fours, the scoop-neck of her pajama shirt hanging super low and affording me an incredible view of her bra-less tits. I knew from doing the laundry that she wore 36D bras, and those big juicy melons swayed back and forth, every now and again allowing a pale pink nipple to come into view. She was taking more of me into her mouth by now, not deep-throating me or anything but still bobbing up and down with gusto. She managed to smile around a mouthful of man-meat, pausing to wink at me before resuming. Only then did I realize she was fingering herself at the same time.

Part of me felt like I owed it to her to return the favor. Part of me rebelled at the idea of going down on her. Not that I had any qualms about eating a girl out – but she was my sister. We were already crossing a line I never thought we’d cross, and I couldn’t bring myself to suggest crossing another one.

Plus ... well ... getting my first blowjob in nearly two months was FANTASTIC, and I didn’t want her to stop. I sagged downward a couple of inches, letting my upper-body go limp as I concentrated on the pleasure. Avery had been a pretty good BJ artist, but dayyum my sister could suck dick. And Alex hadn’t even pulled out her best weapons yet.

After only a few minutes of blowing me, Alex suddenly went still as she concentrated on herself. She remained bent over with four inches of my dick in her mouth, suckling softly while her eyes were closed. I noticed her forearms was shaking with a lot more intensity, and ten seconds later, she more or less screamed into my mushroom head. Her head trembled, her spine contorted, and she quivered and quaked as the orgasm took over her entire body. And when it finally finished, her eyes flashed wide open as she stared up into my face.

Then she REALLY went to work.

Now with both hands free, my sister wrapped them around my shaft and twisted them in opposite directions while she nibbled on the knob. She tickled my testicles. She scratched her nails on my thighs. And she gripped my hips for increased leverage as she more or less tugged her face ALL the way down my shaft.

Only one girl had ever managed to deep-throat me. Alex made it two. She even stuck her tongue out to lick my balls while she was doing it.

By now I simply lay back and let Alex do whatever the hell she wanted to me. If you had told me this morning that my day would end with a smokin’ hot, big-titted babe would be sucking my dick, I would’ve been only too thrilled to hear it. The fact that she turned out to be my big sister wouldn’t have changed a thing at all, because right now my smokin’ hot, big-titted big sister was giving me the most amazing blowjob of my life while I moaned and thrashed and pleaded with her to let me cum. She teased me to the edge of eruption and backed off more times than I can count. She tickled my tip with the little nub on the end of her tongue. She slam-fucked her own face on my upright prod, skewering her throat over and again. I was sweating profusely, quivering with need. And finally I simply grabbed hold of her head, held it down so she couldn’t back away, and crunched those ab muscles she admired to thrust my dick up into her waiting hole.

She started laughing, promptly choked, and I immediately let go of her head, groaning in frustration. But Alex quickly caught her breath, started stroking my shaft again, and flashed me a wicked grin.

“Is my little brother getting impatient to get off?”

“Stop fucking teasing me,” I wheezed.

“Aww ... poor baby ... Let Big Sis make it all better...” And with that, she hoovered my meat into her mouth.

It didn’t take long after that. She’d stopped teasing and instead focused on my mushroom head, using both hands to stroke me expertly. Like a farmgirl pumping a hand crank for water, she drew out my life-giving liquid with power and precision, and then suddenly I felt my swollen testicles evacuating their precious load.

“Lex!“ I exclaimed, clenching my teeth to avoid yelling loud enough for Michelle to hear, as the cum raced up my rod and blasted off into her sucking mouth.

“Lex!“ I repeated, still clenching, half in disbelief that I was screaming my own sister’s name.

“Lex!“ I whimpered one last time, feeling her milk out the final few spurts with a little extra squeeze in her fingers.

Finally, I was done. My spine went limp and my body sagged against the mattress. I gasped for breath, winded for the moment. Alex had swallowed every last drop but continued to nurse my penis as if she were hunting for even more. But after another minute or so, she finally picked her head up and flashed me yet another wicked grin.

“My little brother just came in my mouth,” she murmured, whether to me or to herself I’m not quite sure.

“I’ve got my little brother’s sperm in my belly,” she added, giggling in delight.

Catching my breath, I gestured for her to come closer. “Kiss me, Lex,” I crooned.

She looked surprised, but pleasantly surprised, as she crawled up the bed and lay in my arms. She kissed me as requested, this time with none of the urgent passion of before. It was a much more ... sisterly ... kiss this time around, but no less loving for it. In fact, there was probably even more. We held each other and continued kissing for a long, long time. Longer, I imagine, than I had ever kissed a lover after climax.

But eventually, the moment passed, and we pulled away from each other. Now that the elated high of sexual arousal was gone, niggling doubt began to creep into the back of my mind. Had we done the right thing? Had we lost our heads had gone too far? Did we really just commit incest?

I saw the same worry in my heart reflected in Alex’s eyes. Her smile faded slowly, and almost in embarrassment she raised the waistband of my pajama pants to tuck me back inside. But after staring at my crotch for a long few seconds, not actually staring at my crotch but rather staring a thousand yards beyond it, she blinked twice and leaned up to kiss me on the lips once more.

It lasted just a moment, so fleeting that I found myself following after a few inches to try and keep our mouths together, and she quickly rolled off the bed.

“Lex?” I asked hesitantly, scared that we’d somehow irreparably damaged our relationship. Forever.

“Go to bed,” she said quietly, the tone that of a big sister used to ordering around her siblings.

Obediently, I swung my legs out and stood up. But before I walked away, I gave her a sad look and asked, “What happens now?”

She took a deep breath, and when she exhaled it took ten seconds for the air to stop whistling. Shaking her head slowly, she looked up at me and shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”

Pursing my lips, I nodded my understanding. She walked over to the door, opened it, and looked at me expectantly. I headed to the doorway, but as I came alongside her, I stopped, gave her a warm smile, and leaned down to kiss her once more.

She let me, whimpering a little as my tongue penetrated her lips. But I didn’t overstay my welcome, standing up again and giving her a reassuring look. “I love you, Lex,” I told her sincerely.

She brightened a little and smiled back. “I love you, too.”

And then I returned to my room.