Quarantined With My Sisters

Chapter 3: Michelle

“But I never mounted myself on him before he even woke up. You HAVE to tell me what THAT was like.”

The statement had been directed to Alex, but my big sister was in such a state of shock that there was no way she’d be responding anytime soon. She’d been kneeling while rubbing my dick, but she’d fallen backwards onto her butt and now reclined on her hands, mouth agape. Her jaw actually flapped up and down a few times, but no sounds were coming out.

Michelle bit her lip and looked at me nervously. Actually, she looked at the bulge in my gym shorts which had not yet deflated, and then looked at me nervously. After a long, pregnant silence, she seemed to figure out that answers wouldn’t be forthcoming just yet, and after blushing once more and staring at her feet, she jerked a thumb back toward the stairs.

“You know, I think I’m going to go take that shower now. I’ll let you two ... uhhh ... recover ... a bit. And then we can talk ... later ... Yeah...” Michelle turned away, turned back to give us another nervous smile, and then finally walked away.

Neither Alex nor I said a thing for the next few minutes. I sat up and wrapped my arms around my knees, looking over at her with a questioning look. But she remained as she was, staring off into space with an expression that suggested she was contemplating suicide. In the end, I scooted over to the front of the couch close to her, leaned against it as a backrest, and reached out to draw my big sister to me.

She resisted at first, crying softly in shame and didn’t want to touch me. But I persisted, and all of a sudden she collapsed against my chest, letting me hug her tightly. And that’s when we heard the shower start upstairs.

That was the signal that we could finally talk, and almost immediately Alex mumbled, “I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”

“No it isn’t.”

“I knew it was wrong,” she blubbered as the tears started streaming freely. “You’re my little brother and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you but your dick is just so beautiful and I couldn’t get it out of my head but I knew I shouldn’t be doing it and I did it anyway and it felt soooo good and then after we fucked I kinda just thought well it’s nothing we haven’t already done before so would it really be so bad to keep going and now Chelley knows and I just don’t know what to do!”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“No, this is MY responsibility. MY fault.”

“Bullshit. I was a more than willing participant.”

“But I’m the elder sibling,” she whimpered.

“It takes two to tango, and I’m not some immature, easily-influenced teenager. I’m a 20-year-old man fully capable of taking responsibility for my own actions here.”

“But—”

“Do you really regret what we did?” I asked softly, stroking her hair. I braced myself for her affirmative answer, already weighing how to help her feel the way I did, because I didn’t regret a thing, even though we’d gotten caught.

Alex didn’t respond right away. Well, she started to, but stopped herself and squeezed me tighter. I stroked her hair, giving her time to compose her answer. And about a minute later, she turned her head to look up at me with those big, beautiful eyes.

I smiled down at her, and then reacted just in time to feel her press her lips to mine once more. We kissed without sexual passion but with all of the love, just as strong as I’d felt from her when my world was filled with light just before Michelle had returned from Costco. The kiss didn’t last long, but it did wonders to put my mind at ease, and from the look on Alex’s face it had done the same for her as well.

“No, I don’t regret what we did,” she said softly while staring at my lips. A moment later, she flicked her eyes back up to mine. “At first I was going to say yes; we got caught and I was feeling ashamed. But what we did brought us closer together, closer than I ever imagined we could be. I love you.”

I smiled. “I love you, too.”

Alex sighed somberly, and then furrowed her eyebrows. Pursing her lips, she turned a bit in my grasp so that I still held her, but she was facing outward, spooned into the crook of my arm. “I just don’t know what Michelle’s gonna do.”

I stroked her hair, pointing out, “At least it looks like we don’t have to worry about her calling the cops screaming bloody murder - or worse, calling Mom and Dad.”

“I sure hope not.”

“She won’t. I already know that,” I assured her. “We all have to live together. Calling Mom and Dad would be the kind of catastrophic response that could destroy the family. She’ll give us a chance to explain ourselves before she does anything drastic.”

“Explain what? That I got so horny I couldn’t help fucking my brother?”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it? And it’s not like your horniness has been some big secret. We could hear you bitching to Emily about it for weeks. Truth be told, Chelle is probably as horny as you were.”

“You think so?” Alex shrugged and added, “Her door isn’t any thicker than yours.”

I smirked. “Maybe she’s just quieter than me ... or you for that matter.”

Alex giggled and then furrowed her eyebrows. “I hadn’t really thought about that.” I could almost see the gears turning in her head.

Leaving her to her thoughts for a moment, I let my head fall back and thought back over everything that had happened as well. And when I got to the part of Michelle surprising us, I glanced back down at Alex and asked, “Hey, what happened? I thought you were on alert to make sure she didn’t come back downstairs.”

Alex grimaced. “I got distracted. I wasn’t watching the stairs anymore. My mind was ... back then ... to when your towel fell. I’m sorry.”

I exhaled and went back to stroking her hair. “Doesn’t matter anymore. What’s done is done. We just have to figure out what we’re gonna do now.”

“We have to talk to her, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

“And I need to let her know I’m not gonna stop fucking you.”

I blinked and glanced down at her. “You’re not?”

Alex frowned and looked up at me. “What, you wanted to stop?”

“No, no. I just...” I blushed. “It’s like when Mom first caught me masturbating. The very first thing I did was promise I’d never do it again.”

Alex snorted. “That obviously is a promise you didn’t keep.”

I sighed. “I just meant, if Michelle made us swear to never do it again or she’d tell Mom and Dad, we kinda would HAVE to stop, wouldn’t we?”

Alex shook her head. “I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, not any more than you were able to stop playing five-on-one after promising Mom. You make me feel too good and I’m not going back to FaceTiming my loser ex-boyfriend and diddling myself with vibrators when your gorgeous dick is in the next room.”

I blinked. “Good to know. The trick is how to ensure Michelle will be okay with it.”

Alex nodded, looking thoughtful. “We’re family. She loves us. She’ll ... understand.”

“I’d like to think so. She may be weirded out by it, but hopefully she’ll come around.”

Alex grinned. “That’s just it: she wasn’t weirded out by it.”

“Huh?”

“Just now.” Alex sat up straight and turned to face me. “When she eavesdropped from around the corner that I sucked you off and fucked you, she didn’t run away and she didn’t charge in screaming with disgust. The first thing she did was admit she’d snuck into your room to give you a handjob and then demanded I tell her what fucking you was like.”

I mused on that. “Okay...”

“You’re the one that said Chelley’s probably as horny as I was. Think about it: she snuck into your room to check out your package. Even -I- can tell when she’s ogling your butt or your abs. She may not come out and bitch about it like I do, but if she’s been feeling the same kind of pent-up frustration I was, she may be coming to the same conclusion I did that YOU have the only functioning cock in the house.”

I frowned. “What are you getting at?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I think you should fuck her too.”

I blinked twice. “Wait, what?”

Alex shrugged. “Well for one thing, she can’t tell anybody about us if she’s boinking you, too. But pragmatism aside, Chelley is clearly hot for you.”

“But she’s my little sister! I can’t—”

“So what? You’re MY little brother,” Alex interrupted with a smirk. “I get that little twinge of guilt – the one that says you’ve become a child molester or something - because I felt it too. But you’re the one who just said ten seconds ago you were a grown man fully capable of taking your own responsibility. Chelley’s fully capable of taking HER own responsibility, too.”

“She’s a teenager.”

“YOU were a teenager three months ago,” Alex retorted while rolling her eyes. “Besides, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t know what she’s asking for, and her needs are just as real as ours. And what other choice do we have? I’m not going to stop fucking you, and it wouldn’t be fair for me to monopolize you and make her keep going without for the next several weeks or months or even years. None of us know how long this thing is gonna last.”

“Wait-wait-wait. You really want me to start fucking her?”

“Don’t pretend like the idea doesn’t turn you on.” She patted the bulge in my shorts that had started growing once again. “Chelley is hot. She’s got the same kind of figure as Pamela Reif - only taller, don’t you think?”

I groaned as Alex’s patting motion turned into fondling, but groaned again in a weaker tone, “But she’s my little sister.”

Alex laughed. “Yeah, I kept saying that for ... well, for about a week. ‘But he’s my little brother. I can’t molest my little brother. How could I be such a dirrrty, nasty slut to take my little brothers BIG beautiful cock and... ‘ Well, it’ll take you time to wrap your head around it, but you know I’m right.”

“Maybe,” I hedged.

“C’mon. Aren’t you tempted, just a little bit, to go upstairs right now and join her in the shower?”

My erection flexed of its own accord, bobbing upward beneath my sister’s hand like a flower reaching for the sun.

Alex giggled. “I’d say that’s positive confirmation.”

“From the way you’re getting all revved up, I’d say it’s positive confirmation that YOU’RE excited by the thought of me fucking Chelle.” I sighed. “Not that I’d actually do it.”

“No, of course not. I call dibs. You have to shower with ME first.” Suiting action to words, my big sister stood up first and then extended her hand down to me. “C’mon, squirt. I think I need to feel you soaping every last inch of my skin and then doing a taste test to make sure my pussy’s clean. We can use the big shower in the master bathroom.”

My eyebrows popped and my eyes open WIDE. “You serious?”

“What? No need to hide this from Chelley anymore. And -I- for one intend to take advantage of that fact as soon as fucking possible.”

Taking my very first shower with Alex was a very good way to distract me from thinking about Michelle. Despite my assertion that I was a grown man not ten minutes prior, I acted like a kid in a candy store wanting to sample every delectable treat I could get my hands on. And Alex let me get my hands on everything.

I went straight for her boobs, of course, only too eager to lather up my hands with plenty of bubbles and go to town polishing those big D-cup globes. Her bubble butt also got a lot of extra attention. But I was determined to also soap up every last inch of her skin, just like she wanted. I rubbed and caressed and fondled and squeezed to my heart’s desire, and yes, I got down on one knee and did a taste test to make sure Alex’s pussy was clean.

Alex, of course, was doing the exact same thing to me, although her hands seemed to wander over my pectorals and ripped abs more than my dick. I knew I was in much better shape now than before the pandemic. It had been easy before the quarantine to zone out playing video games with my buddies and just be lazy in general. But here, at home, with nothing better to do, my daily workout routines with Michelle had definitely toned up what needed to be toned while bulking up the rest of me. Alex returned the favor of making sure my dick was clean, and I’d never seen a prettier sight than that of Alex’s gorgeous face on her knees before me with a mouthful of cock and the shower slicking back her hair.

We thought about trying shower sex, but she was much shorter than me and the geometry didn’t quite work. I mean, I’m sure we could’ve made it work, but it would’ve meant me stooping, lifting her up, or pinning her to the wall, and neither of us was inclined to do so just for the sake of doing so (yet). Instead, we shut off the water, got in a lot of grab ass drying each other off instead of drying ourselves, and started making out right there in the bathroom. But then flashing me an impish grin, Alex rolled up her towel and draped it around my neck, tugging me with her as she backed out of the room.

I hesitated, though, when she pulled backed out of our parents’ bedroom and into the hall. We were both still naked, after all, and the idea of walking out like this felt a little exposed. With an impish giggle, she leaned in, kissed me, and pinched my ass, chirping, “Tag! You’re it!”

Purely on impulse I started chasing when she ran away. I hesitated once more at the doorway though, checking to make sure the coast was clear. Alex laughed, scampered back to me a few feet, almost within reach. That’s when I said “Fuckit”, dropped my towel, and chased her, screaming, all the way down the hall back to her own bedroom by the top of the stairs.

She came to a dead stop in front of her bed, so I tackled her onto it. I immediately pinned her body beneath mine, literally pinning her down by planting my hands on her boobs and pushing her into the mattress. My lips pinned hers a moment later. And less than two minutes after that, aided by her hand jacking me rapidly, my prick pinned Alex’s pussy, too.

My big sister moaned into my kiss while she wrapped her legs around my waist. I flicked both of her nipples with my thumbs while caressing and squeezing those beautiful breasts. I walked my lips across her jaw and along her neck. And all the while I carved my cock around the inner walls of Alex’s tight twat.

“Mmm, fuck me, little brother,” my sister crooned.

Only then did I slowly retract my dick, until just the head still remained inside her. And then I filled her again.

And again.

And again.

I started moving a little faster the more we kept going, not pounding her or anything like that but chugging along at a steady clip. Alex moaned and thrashed her head side to side, cooing how much she loved the feel of my body on top of hers and how amazing it felt to have my dick plugging her up.

“I love this so much,” she groaned. “I love you.”

Happily, I kissed her once more before replying, “I love you, too.”

I don’t know when Michelle came into the room. She may have been in her bedroom when we ran down the hall and followed immediately. She may have stayed outside for a while, working up the nerve to come inside. It doesn’t really matter. What matters is that she was there, seated in Alex’s desk chair, not only watching but shoving a hand down the front of her pajama pants and masturbating while she watched. And because she was watching, Alex simply HAD to put on a show.

I didn’t realize this at first. I was too concentrated on the sister beneath me to know there was another sister in the chair, and when Alex noticed Michelle she certainly didn’t tell me. Thinking back, though, I remember a time when my big sister got really quiet and she stared off to the side for thirty seconds or so. I was busy focusing on the way my cock drove in and out of the snug snatch surrounding my shaft. And after those thirty seconds, Alex started to get a lot more animated.

“Mmm, so big inside me,” she moaned, eyes glittering while she gripped my shoulders a little harder. “So deep ... So full...”

“So hot,” I grunted right back. “You’re so fucking hot, Lex. I can’t believe I get to fuck you.”

“Anytime, anywhere.” she moaned back, humping her hips to meet my every thrust. “I’m your personal fucktoy.” And that was only the start of it.

Showing off her flexibility, Alex raised her legs and crossed her ankles behind my neck, inviting me to fold her in half and really lay down the lumber. When she dropped her legs back down to the sides, she planted her feet flat and arched her back to thrust her big bosoms beneath my chin and really crunch her abs to writhe and wriggle beneath me. And eventually, she rolled us over so that she could be on top...

... and THAT’S when I realized we had an audience.

My eyes locked with Michelle’s. She froze immediately, caught red-handed as it were with her hand inside her pants. I’d also locked up, something Alex noticed, and our big sister chuckled at her younger siblings’ awkward tension. So rather than immediately impale herself, Alex took long, deliberate strokes with her right hand all the way up and down my thick cock, really putting it on display for our little sister. And only when Michelle’s eyes had gone as wide as saucers did Alex finally mount herself and make a big show of moaning blissfully as she sat herself all the way down.

My big sister fucked me more athletically than she ever had before, putting her tight and toned body to use. She was also louder than ever before, keeping up a constant stream of dirty language guaranteed to make my blood boil and fuck her even harder.

“Fuck me, little brother!” was a common refrain, if a little obvious.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” came out of her mouth quite a bit as well.

“Grab my tits! Squeeze ‘em. Maul my fucking titties and make me cream!” was at least more specific.

“Spank me! Hit me! Hurt me! Grab my hair and yank it! Hit me! Hit me! HIT MEEEEE!!!” woke me up a bit, but did result in me giving her quite a few healthy smacks to her juicy round bottom while I pounded her doggy-style.

“So good! So fucking good! My little brother is such a fucking stud! He’s fucking my poor pussy so gooooood! I love it! I love it! Such a fucking BIG, beautiful dick! My little brother’s beautiful dick is stretching my poor pussy and I fucking love it! I love it! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me! You’re gonna make me cum! I’m gonna cum on my little brother’s horse dick! FUUUUUCK! I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming! I’M CUMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!”

Indeed, Alex was cumming, and so was Michelle for that matter. By now I was blasting my pelvis into Alex’s bouncy butt from behind with her body profiled to the side so that Michelle would have a most excellent angle on all the good stuff. I had a great view of my little sister in the desk chair, her face ashen as she tried to fight off her impending climax, to no avail. And when Alex screamed in absolute ecstasy, Michelle screamed right with her.

Almost the whole time Alex screamed her nasty obscenities, she did so while staring straight at our little sister as if to say, ‘Here it is. You wanted to know what it was like? THIS is what it’s fucking like. And it’s AMAZING.’

From the look on Michelle’s face the entire time, I was pretty sure she got the message.

To be honest, I was showing off, too. I took long in and out strokes, crunching hard to make my abs bulge. I clenched my pecs and flexed my biceps, putting extra power into each thrust that practically pushed Alex off my prick with every plunge. I wasn’t fucking for my big sister’s pleasure. I was fucking to make it look good for my little sister. And I did it all while staring straight at her as if to say, “Here it is. This could be you. I’m fucking Lex the same way I’m gonna fuck YOU. And it’s gonna be AMAZING.”

From the way Michelle panted, her eyelids heavy, I was pretty sure she imagined I was fucking her, too.

Finally, it was time for me to blow. At first, I gripped Alex’s hips super-hard, intending to hold her in place so I could rabbit-hump the hell out of her before blasting my load into the back of her womb. But a surge of ... well ... EGO ... flooded through me. And with a wicked grin, I yanked myself out, forcefully flipped Alex over onto her back, and took a big step forward to plant my right foot flat on the mattress just past my big sister’s shoulder. With my left knee back where it had been, this really opened up my crotch to Michelle’s direct view.

I took my big, throbbing 8-inch dick in hand, aiming the fat mushroom head at Alex’s face and jacking it furiously. It didn’t take long, only a few seconds. With pecs puffed out, abs clenched, and turgid rod ready to blow, I didn’t even look down at my big sister. All of my attention was on Michelle, right up to and through the moment when I made an ugly grimace and grunted with relief, firing wad after wad of creamy spunk ... wherever. At the time, I didn’t really know. Because I wasn’t looking at Alex.

I was imagining I was blowing my load all over Michelle.

Eventually, I was done. Exhausted from fucking that hard that fast, I felt like a machine suddenly unplugged from the wall outlet. My head started swimming and inky blackness clouded my vision. My shoulders collapsed forward, and I abruptly bent forward to plant my left hand on the mattress. Only now did I get a good look at Alex’s face, finding her grinning up at me with silly grin.

Her face was COVERED in cum. I must’ve had some extra juice saved up in reserve for a moment like this. There were even several drops dotting the mountainous slopes of her breasts, since the angle of my dick had dropped lower when I collapsed forward.

“You look gorgeous, Lex,” I commented with a chuckle.

“You think? I suppose I should apply your special brand of lotion more often then.” She scraped a glob of cum off her eyelid with one finger and popped it into her mouth. “You certainly gave me a ton of it.”

“I was inspired by our audience, as were you. ‘Spank me, hit me, hurt me’? That’s new. What’s next, nipple clamps and riding crops?”

“Only if you’re a REALLY good boy.” While wiping a little more off her face and similarly shoving my sperm into her mouth, Alex sucked on her fingers before rolling onto one shoulder and looking over to the desk chair, saying, “So whaddaya think, Chelley? Are you ready for a ride on the— Uhhh ... Chelley?”

The chair was empty. Michelle was gone.

“Do you think we scared her?” Alex asked, once she’d sat up and confirmed our little sister wasn’t anywhere in the room.

“Maybe,” I admitted, worried the same thing. “But she could’ve left for any number of reasons. Embarrassment over masturbating in front of us. Guilt over having sexual thoughts about her brother and sister, more likely. Could even be something as simple as wanting to wash the pussy juice off her hands.”

Alex gave me a skeptical look at that last one.

I waved dismissively, already getting off the bed. “I’ll go find her.” Suiting words to action, I quickly headed down the hallway, noticing along the way that the bathroom was empty, as was Michelle’s bedroom. I quickly went into my own bedroom, put on underwear and a pair of shorts, and then returned back to the hallway.

Alex was coming the other way, still naked and finger-licking cum remnants she was gathering off her face and breasts. I caught her just as she was going into the bathroom and reached out to pinch her butt. She giggled and slapped my arm. I quickly went down the stairs and found Michelle in the first place I looked, seated on a couch staring off into space.

“Hey, Chelle,” I began gently as I took as seat beside her, but not too close. “You okay?”

She didn’t look at me, continuing her thousand-yard stare. “Uhhh, yeah...” she said slowly. “Yeah, I think so.”

“I’m sorry about all that upstairs. I don’t know what got into us.”

Still staring somewhere into the distance past the wall, Michelle furrowed her eyebrows and muttered, “No ... No need to apologize.”

“You sure you alright?”

“I’m...” Her voice drifted off. She bit her lip, silent for a long while. But eventually she found her voice and actually turned her head to look at me. “I ... When you and Lex...”

Michelle stopped, furrowed her eyebrows again, and looked down while taking a deep breath. When she picked her head up, even though her face was now pointed in my direction, she was staring a thousand yards away again. “I don’t remember why I came back downstairs. I know I’d had this sense that I had forgotten something, but I don’t remember what – like I’d left my water bottle in the living room and needed to put it away or something stupid like that. I heard you two talking, no big deal. But then I heard you say something about getting Alex to stop talking about your penis, and I just froze behind the corner. Then you brought up the time I snuck into your room, only you had it messed up and thought I was Alex. I thought you were gonna get upset with her for molesting you and I felt guilty, like she was gonna get in trouble for something I’d done, so I stepped into the room, gearing up to explain myself. But THEN Alex said all that about sucking you off and mounting you, and my mind just freaking exploded.”

I nodded slowly, and when her eyes refocused and she really LOOKED at me, I said, “I can understand that must’ve been quite shocking for you.”

“Shocked, but extremely aroused. You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about having sex with you, do you? I thought it would never happen. I know you’ve caught me checking you out every now and again. I’ve caught you checking ME out too, but every time you did you would immediately grimace and turn away. I could see you felt guilty for ... for like being a pervert or something.”

I grimaced now, and Michelle added, “Yeah, exactly like that.”

Taking a deep breath, I said quietly, “I’m your big brother. My job is to protect you, not molest you.”

“What if I want you to molest me.”

I grimaced again. “Please don’t use that word.”

“Fine. What if I want you to FUCK me?” she said matter-of-factly.

Michelle’s words blew my mind a little bit, so I whistled, stood up off the couch, and paced away. I noticed now that Alex had joined us and leaned against the wall in almost the same spot where Michelle had been when she’d caught us, just inside the first corner leading into the TV room from the stairs. My big sister had gotten dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt, although it was obvious she was without a bra. I gave her a look as if to ask, ‘You wanna jump in here and say something?’ But she looked back with an expression that said, ‘The two of you need to work this out.’

Taking a deep breath, I walked back to the couch and sat back down. Michelle waited for me patiently, although I could see a certain ... heat ... in her gaze that hadn’t been there before. Michelle had also dressed after her shower, but she was in cotton shorts and a spaghetti-strap camisole, also without a bra. There was no mistaking the prominent nipples denting through the sheer fabric of the cami.

Changing the subject, I gave her a serious look and asked, “Why did you run away from the room just now?”

Michelle blinked and looked away. Fidgeting with her fingers, she looked down at them and blushed. “Ah, well ... You guys were a little intense up there.”

“I’m sorry if that scared you,” I apologized.

“My fault,” Alex interjected. “I, uh, I got turned on having an audience and I think I wanted to show off. We’re not always like that.”

Rubbing my forehead, I admitted, “And once Lex started showing off, I wanted to show off too. Especially because you had such an intensely aroused look on your face.”

“Because you were so gorgeous,” Michelle told me, getting that vacant stare again with her eyes aimed in the vicinity of my abs. I still hadn’t put on a shirt. “You were both gorgeous. I’ve watched a little bit of porn before, but THAT ... Wow...” Her voice trailed off.

Alex and I exchanged grins at the compliment.

Michelle looked thoughtful. “Intellectually, I knew you two were having sex. You said as much with that bit about mounting him, and there was a very comfortable familiarity in the way you were rubbing his junk. But knowing it was happening and actually SEEING it happen ... Well ... Those are two VERY different things.”

“Well ... now you’ve seen it,” I began in a gentle voice. “It’s real. The question is: Are you going to do something about it?”

Michelle blinked twice and frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

I winced, realizing my question had not been clear, but Alex jumped in and explained, “We just wanted to make sure you’re not gonna tell anyone about this.”

“What? No, of course not!” Michelle looked dumbfounded that she’d even said such a thing. “I’d never hurt you two like that.”

Alex sighed, “Didn’t think so, but it’s reassuring to hear you say that.” She approached now, sitting on the sofa’s armrest just behind me.

My little sister turned her gaze to me, fixing me with a puppy dog look with her big, beautiful eyes. Both my sisters had beautiful eyes to go with beautiful faces and beautiful bodies, something I’d always known but had never felt comfortable admitting, even to myself. “No, I’d never rat you out,” she repeated, focused quite intensely on me. “The only thing I’d want ... I think you know already.”

I gulped and took a deep breath. Popping my eyebrows, I asked carefully, “Are you sure that’s what you want?

Michelle gave me a shy smile as she reached up to touch my cheek. “I want you. I really do...”

I arched an eyebrow. “I smell a ‘but’ coming.”

Michelle sighed and dropped her hand away. “But ... I’m not ready for this yet. It’s all a little too overwhelming. I know I’ve been making suggestive comments and even ... flirting ... a bit with you, doing little things to get you to check me out. But ... I mean ... Fantasizing about you is one thing. Actually DOING something about it...”

I nodded and reached out to pat her shoulder in a very platonic way. “I get it.”

“You’re not mad?”

I frowned. “Mad? Why would I be mad?”

Michelle blushed. “I just told you that I want you but that I’m NOT going to have sex with you. Don’t boys always get mad when a girl tells them that?”

I chuckled. “I’m not a regular ‘boy’; I’m your brother. Now I’ll admit that the idea of having sex with you really turns me on, but I would never have acted on that urge. In fact, I’ve spent a lot of time trying very hard to NOT think about having sex with you. I already told you: my job is to protect you, not ... ugh.”

“Not molest me?”

I made a face. “The point is: even if you never want to have sex with me for the rest of our lives, I’ll NEVER get mad at you for it. I love you, Chelle. And we don’t ever have to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

“I’m not saying never. I’m just saying... ‘not now’...” She looked apologetic. “Is that alright?”

I held both hands up. “Perfectly. I’m good with whatever you’re comfortable with, even if that turns out to be ‘nothing’.”

“I love you, big brother,” my little sister told me, and she reached across the couch to give me a warm hug.

“I love you, too.” I hugged Michelle back, careful not to accidentally touch anything I shouldn’t be touching, the same way I’d done ever since she grew boobs. A moment later, Alex leaned over from the armrest and wrapped her arms around both of us, adding, “I love you both.”

Saturday morning I woke up with my usual morning hard-on. I cued up my favorite erotica website on my iPad, and for the first time let myself pick one of the incest stories about a guy and his sister. I quickly realized the girl was his little sister and backed out to pick another one. Even though Michelle had admitted she fantasized about me, she also made clear she wasn’t ready to actually start doing anything with me, and for now that meant that -I- didn’t want to think of her in sexual terms. Eventually, I found a story about a teenager and his college-aged big sister, and I rubbed out a good one reading that.

Michelle was in the kitchen and said she was making waffles for everyone. I gave her a big hug of thanks and then went to pour myself some orange juice. That part was normal. What was not normal was the way she held me a little longer, smiled a little brighter, and stared at me with a look of adoration on her face. Even so, the changes weren’t that drastic, and I never got the sense that she was about to pounce on me or anything.

Alex, on the other hand, came downstairs halfway through brunch. I had been in the kitchen getting a refill of orange juice when my big sister growled at me, grabbed my ass, and pulled my crotch against her belly while yanking my head down to stick her tongue into my mouth. THAT was certainly out of the norm. And then she winked at Michelle immediately after breaking our kiss.

But Alex settled down after that and we enjoyed the rest of our meal. The three of us went on another hiking trip (we were going to run out of good trails in the area pretty soon). After returning home, Alex made some comment about needing a massage after that grueling hike and shot me a look suggesting that I be the one to give it to her, but Michelle wanted to play board games with me, and Alex quickly agreed that the two of us should play.

So Michelle and I played board games. Alex FaceTimed with her friends. We all ate dinner. We all watched some TV. And in the evening, Michelle suggested we do an upper body workout and invited Alex to join us. We all changed into workout clothes, I pushed the coffee table back, and I settled in to stare at the girls - much more fun to watch them than the Thenx guy.

The nice thing about upper body workouts is that you get tired and all, but you’re not flat-on-your-back exhausted like after a 40-minute cardio video. And so I found myself seated on the couch chugging water like there was no tomorrow, a bit weary but alert enough to pay attention to the way the girls moved around the room. In fact, when both of them came to sit on either side of me, Alex using my shoulder as a backrest and Michelle sitting rather closer to me than usual, I was only too aware of how amazing they both looked in their outfits. I was also aware that I hadn’t cum since waking up – not the greatest duration I’d ever gone between ejaculations, of course, but still towards the high end of the spectrum for me lately. I wasn’t complaining or anything, it’s just that my dick noticed it hadn’t been used in quite a while. And the presence of sweaty girls in skimpy clothing cuddling up to me (and in Alex’s case, giving me a really good angle down the front of her sports bra), had me sporting a pretty fat chubby that made itself rather obvious in my gym shorts.

In the past, I would have sat up and excused myself in some manner to hide the boner. Scratch that, I probably wouldn’t have even GOTTEN the boner in the first place, because I would never have been ogling my own sisters in the first place, especially Michelle. But now that it was ... well... acceptable to ogle my sisters, I did just that, and so the boner presented itself.

Michelle noticed it first. We’d been chatting about something, although I don’t really remember what the topic was now. That part of my memory ceased to be important the moment my little sister’s hand settled atop my bulge, tracing its length with her fingertips and then pressing down a bit with her palm.

Alex must’ve asked me something, and when I didn’t respond she glanced back at me while repeating my name. That’s when she noticed what Michelle was doing, and in the corner of my eye I saw a rather silly grin spread across her face.

But moments later, just as suddenly as she’d started, Michelle yanked her hand away. Looking decidedly embarrassed about what she’d done, my little sister got off the couch and walked away while Alex called, “Hey, that’s not very nice! You can’t start something like that and leave him hanging!”

I shot Alex a look saying, ‘Don’t pressure her!’

“I’m not leaving him hanging,” Michelle replied, blushing, taking a deep breath and pointedly looking away. “I’m leaving him with you.”

Now Alex had started rubbing my bulge, but her gaze was on Michelle. “Soooo, you’re saying you don’t mind if I take him upstairs and put this beautiful cock to good use?” Suiting action to her words, she pulled down my shorts and started jacking my rod out in the open.

Michelle took one glance and immediately jerked her eyes away. Blushing deeper and pointedly not looking at us, Michelle confirmed, “Go right ahead.”

Alex’s pumping hand had me at full mast, and stopping at the base with a full four inches exposed at the top, she waggled my erection in Michelle’s direction. “Wanna watch?”

Michelle shot Alex a look, a deer-in-the-headlights look, but she looked away again and took a deep breath. “Not tonight, alright?”

Alex quickly clued in that she shouldn’t push her little sister and conceded, “Alright, alright. Maybe another time.” She squeezed my dick a little harder and turned back to me. “I want you to fuck me from behind again, okay? But I’d really love it if you’d go down on me first.”

My head was swimming by now, but I managed to nod agreeably. “Anytime, anywhere.”

Michelle finally fled, and once she was gone, Alex pulled me off the couch and dragged me upstairs immediately. Ten minutes later, her thighs clamped around the sides of my head while she howled her orgasm loud enough for the whole house to hear. After that, she ordered me to climb aboard and skewer her right away, an order with which I happily complied. She got another orgasm with her heels drumming against the small of my back, and only afterwards did she remember she wanted me to fuck her from behind. Her final climax came while I gripped her big tits as handholds to really yank her body back against mine as I unloaded myself into her sucking snatch. And ten minutes after that, I developed a fresh erection while we were soaping each other’s body underneath the shower spray in the big bathroom.

Alex went to bed with a belly full of fresh protein. I went to bed sleeping the happy sleep of a well-fucked young man. And as I would find out later, Michelle went to bed having masturbated herself to three orgasms listening to us from the safety of her own room.

Alex had never bothered to close her bedroom door, you see, and despite originally saying “not tonight”, Michelle did indeed come in to watch before fleeing away. And yet, despite the orgasms, Michelle wasn’t quite satisfied. Explaining everything to me later, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was “missing out”. So while Alex and I settled into the serene slumber of the sexually satiated, our little sister tossed and turned and could never quite get her brain to relax. And THAT’S why she decided to do what she did next.

I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, which was covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the firm breast I was currently palming as my left arm snaked beneath her pillow to hold her from the opposite side. My right hand firmed up over her hip, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into her panty-covered ass.

She moaned a little in her sleep. Her panties were a thong that did nothing to cover the hemispheres of her buttocks, and although my erection was separated from her bare skin by my boxer shorts, they molded around the rod like a hot dog bun while my shaft settled into the cleft of her buttcheeks like ... well ... a hot dog.

I hot-dogged her ass for just a few seconds, sighing happily as my conscious brain slowly booted up like an archaic computer running Microsoft Windows XP. I felt her nipple hardening beneath her pajama shirt as I continued to fondle its breast. And as my remaining senses became aware of the fact that yes, I was spooned up against a warm, scantily-clad female, hormones flooded my brain urging me to slide my boxer shorts down, tug the strap of her thong aside, and slowly push my mushroom head deep into her pussy from behind.

Only then did my conscious stop to wonder, How exactly is there a girl in my bed? Didn’t I go to sleep alone? Aren’t we in the middle of a pandemic where the only other two human beings in this house are my sisters?

My eyes flew open as my now fully awake brain rapidly performed the calculations necessary to conclude that it was my little sister in bed with me (really, I calculated based on cup size of the boob in my hands and buttcheek size of the buns I was hot-dogging). And I jerked away in shock, exclaiming, “Chelle!”

Whimpering, my little sister reached back with one arm and promptly tugged me back to her. No coherent words came forth, just insistent whining until I stopped resisting and spooned my chest against her back once more. Then, her right hand grabbed my ass and tugged until my crotch re-pressed into her thong-clad ass as well.

“Chelle?” I asked again, a little calmer but just as confused. “What are you doing here?”

“Mmshlepppng,” she mumbled. After taking a deep breath, she added in a clearer voice, “Hug me.”

Still confused but willing to acquiesce, I wrapped my right arm around my sister’s midsection. The left hand I had dropped away from her breast as soon as I realized who was in my bed, but I now brought it back, this time holding my own right forearm rather than touch her anywhere ... intimate. I also tried to shift my hips so that my erection was no longer sandwiched by her buttcheeks, but when I moved it Michelle whined until I pressed it back into her ass again.

“You said,” she began slowly, “whatever I’m comfortable with ... right? This is what I’m comfortable with. Just ... hug me.”

“Okay,” I conceded, squeezing her momentarily with my arms.

Finally content, Michelle visibly relaxed and her body sagged a bit into the mattress. Sighing in resignation although not yet understanding, I allowed myself to hug her and tried not to think about how close my erection was at this very moment to my little sister’s pussy ... or her asshole, for that matter. Of course, trying NOT to think of something only makes you think about it even MORE, which got my dick to start throbbing in my shorts. She wriggled her butt against it for a minute and then settled down, simply enjoying the feel of my body wrapped around hers. And after a few minutes, she seemed to fall asleep again.

But not me. My adrenaline was pumping, and all kinds of conflicting thoughts were running through my brain. I couldn’t forget the feel of her breast in my hand with its hard little nipple, and I couldn’t decide if I even WANTED to forget it. I couldn’t ignore the way my cock felt pressed into my little sister’s butt-crevice. And I couldn’t get out of my head just how freakin’ GOOD she smelled right now.

So I lay there for a long time, unable to move and unable to sleep. Eventually, I risked rolling flat onto my back, finally removing my cock from her butt, and she didn’t wake. But I was still trapped there by my left arm beneath her neck, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk removing it. Perhaps it would be better if I gnawed the limb off.

At least contemplating the mechanics involved in chewing one’s arm off led me down a new line of thought, one that resulted in my morning wood going away. And I stared at the ceiling for the next hour, wondering what the hell was going to happen next.

When she finally awoke, Michelle apologized for sneaking into my bed last night. She explained that she’d been unable to fall asleep and the idea of cuddling with me just really, really appealed to her. So she had crawled in beside me, pillowed her head on my shoulder, and nodded right off. She said it was the best sleep she’d had since before the pandemic.

At the time, she made no mention of doing so again. We got up, went through our morning routines, and did all the same things we did on any other normal Sunday. It was my turn to go to the grocery store. We got some exercise, watched TV, and played games together. We FaceTimed with our parents. Alex even came to my room around bedtime feeling horny, and she waddled out of the room just after 11pm with my sperm squishing deep inside her snatch. As men often do after a spectacular orgasm, I fell asleep quickly afterward.

But later that night, sometime around midnight, I woke up to feel a body sliding into bed beside me. Still quite groggy, I muttered a confused, “Wha-?”

Michelle shushed me gently and said, “Relax. It’s just me.” She curled herself up alongside my body, pillowing her head on my right shoulder and wrapping her right arm across my bare belly.

Half-asleep and willing to just go with it, I nodded, sighed, and let my head loll away. Both of us relaxed, and I could feel inky blackness tugging me back into dreamland.

That’s when Michelle discovered that I was completely naked. Her arm slid lower, across my thighs, her forearm brushing against my limp penis. She tensed up suddenly, drawing her arm back until her hand settled directly over my shaft. And almost tentatively, she wrapped her fingers around her brother’s dick.

That inky blackness started to fade away as my conscious awareness screamed at me, ‘A hot girl has her hand on your dick! A hot girl has her hand on your dick!’

“Chelle?” I asked uncertainly as my eyes re-opened, although I made no move to stop her.

She didn’t respond except to circle her palm in a counterclockwise motion, slowly, as if rolling out a blob of Play-Doh. I felt myself starting to firm up immediately.

“Chelle?” I asked again, with a little more concern in my voice.

“Whatever I’m comfortable with, right?” she murmured. Her head was still pillowed on my chest. Indeed, it seemed like she wasn’t moving at all, except for the way her palm kept rolling me. Although as my dick elongated, she wrapped her fingers around my girth and started pumping.

Breathing a little harder, I conceded, “Okay.”

Taking a deep breath, my little sister continued giving me a handjob. Within minutes, I was fully erect, and her right hand was gliding along all eight inches from base to crown and back. She turned her face, nibbling on the bare skin of my shoulder and giving my chest small kisses, but it was clear that her focus was on the way her hand continued to pump me.

As the pleasure built, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, pressing into my pillow. I started breathing harder. My hips started involuntarily thrusting upward, trying to get more feeling. And I groaned beneath my breath as Michelle began to speed up her pumps.

“Enjoying this?” my little sister asked rhetorically, her voice a tease.

“Nngh...” I grunted in response.

“Enjoying the idea that your little sister is jacking you off?”

“Nngh...” I grunted louder, thrusting my hips off the bed at the same time.

“You’re gonna make a mess in your bedsheets if I keep this up, aren’t you?”

“Nnnnnggghhh...” I grunted with a bit of a whine.

“And we can’t have that, can we? I mean, I’d planned on sleeping in this bed with you, and it would be awfully uncomfortable to sleep in wet sheets. So maybe I should stop.”

“Ngh!” I grunted negatively. Thankfully, she didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down.

“But seriously, we can’t have you making a mess. That was just be gross. Thankfully, I have a solution.” And with that, Michelle slipped her head off my shoulder as she slid her entire body further beneath the sheets.

Suddenly, I was holding my breath as I realized what she was about to do. Seconds later, that realization became reality, my little sister’s lips wrapping around my shaft as she took in inch after inch of brother-dick into her mouth.

“Ngggh! Ngggh! Ngggh!” I grunted, teeth clenched as I tried to hold onto the sensations flooding my brain. It felt SOOOO good. And yet I could scarcely believe what was going on.

My teenage little sister is giving me a blowjob.

Michelle bobbed her head up and down, taking a few inches of me into her mouth at a time before pulling back while sucking harder. Hell, she hadn’t even KISSED me since finding out Alex and I were banging. Now she had her lips pressed against a significantly more intimate part of my body, and I never wanted this feeling to end.

But you know what they say about all good things. My hands were tangled in her hair, and when my fingers suddenly clamped down onto her skull, she knew I was about to blow. My little sister pulled her head back until only my mushroom head remained inside her mouth, and she pumped my shaft furiously with her right hand.

“Chelle!” I moaned as I came, both testicles uncorking and firing away. Michelle’s mouth was flooded in an instant, but she swallowed quickly and readied for more. My hips bucked five or six times, each heralding a fresh wad of cum to go straight into my teenaged sister’s belly. And finally I collapsed, feeling like my spine had been forcibly withdrawn from my body while Michelle kept my prick in her mouth, suckling out every last drop to ensure nothing would spill out on the sheets.

I lost track of time after that. I didn’t fall asleep (I think), but I was certainly out of it for a little while, awash in my post-ejaculative glow. I realized Michelle must have gotten my boxer shorts from somewhere, perhaps even retrieved a fresh pair from the drawer, because I found myself tucked into my underwear by the time she pillowed her head on my shoulder once more.

“You tasted like pussy juice when I got started,” Michelle muttered with a smirk as she looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. “And I don’t usually like swallowing. I think I’ve only ever done it like ... twice. But like I said, I didn’t want to make a mess in the sheets. And there’s something so deliciously ... naughty ... about the idea of swallowing my big brother’s cum.”

I grunted wearily, “I’ll have to take your word for it.”

Michelle frowned, and in a concerned voice she asked, “Did you not enjoy that? I’m not the most experienced cocksucker. I’m sorry if I couldn’t ... uh ... please you the way some of your girlfriends could. Or even Lex. I—”

I shushed my little sister with a finger to her lips. “What the hell makes you think I didn’t enjoy that?”

“Well you didn’t seem all that enthused a second ago.”

“I LOVED it. I’m just tired. You wiped me out, Chelle. But please don’t doubt that I enjoyed it.”

Michelle screwed up her face. “I think I’ll ask Lex to give me lessons. So I can be better for you.”

“You were great,” I reassured her.

“Guys’ll say anything after you’ve let them cum in your mouth.”

I chuckled. “That’s probably true.”

“So I’ll have to ask you again in the morning when the blood has returned to your brain.”

“I’ll give you the same answer I’m giving you now.” I sighed and reached up to caress my sister’s cheek. “You were wonderful. Thank you.”

She didn’t look like she wanted to 100% believe me, but she accepted my answer for now. Sighing again, she craned her head forward and gently pressed her lips to mine. I pressed my lips right back, and moments later she pressed harder and parted my lips to push in her tongue.

It was our first real kiss.

We made out for a little bit, her taste just a touch salty. But eventually she pulled away and set her chin down on my chest, murmuring, “I love you, big brother.”

I smiled and caressed her cheek once more. “I love you, too.”