Quarantined With My Sisters

Chapter 4: Love

Lest you think the relationship between me and my little sister snowballed from there and we started sucking and fucking every chance we could get, let me assure you that didn’t happen. In fact, despite stating an interest in getting blowjob lessons from our big sister, it would be another week before she even put my dick into her mouth again.

Michelle continued to sleep in my bed every night, although she now arrived before I went to sleep instead of slipping in beside me in the middle of the night. When I told Alex what we were doing on Monday morning, my big sister couldn’t seem to make up her mind whether she should initiate our incestuous hookups BEFORE bed to ensure she didn’t encroach on Michelle’s cuddle time, or deliberately arrive LATER at night so that Michelle would be forced to watch, run away, or maybe even join in.

Alex’s eyes glittered at the idea of her baby sister joining in. I certainly got harder at the idea. And that’s how Alex started giving me a handjob right there on the couch, which turned into a blowjob, which turned into climbing into my lap and fucking me right then and there. Michelle wound up yelling from the top of the stairs, “Will you two keep it down! I’m on a fucking Zoom call and I don’t want my entire class hearing my siblings having sex in the background when I go off mute!!!”

We got quieter. We didn’t stop fucking or anything, but we got quieter.

One thing that changed over the course of the next week is that Michelle and I started spending a LOT more time together. While we had always shared mealtimes, played games together, and had our evening workouts, the bulk of our days had been typically spent on our own. I would play video games, watch Pornhub, and surf the internet. Michelle would chat with her friends, read books, and ... whatever. But now that previously “independent” time became additional “together” time.

Seriously, other than attending Zoom classes, Michelle and I spent all our time together. Instead of doing her homework in her own room Monday afternoon, Michelle brought her laptop to my room and sat on top of my bed, silently doing her work while I silently did mine at my desk. Three times, she asked if I could take a break, inviting me onto the bed so that she could wrap her arms around my neck and kiss me like there was no tomorrow.

It was nice.

I didn’t paw at her breasts or otherwise attempt to initiate anything sexual, although I’ll admit to grabbing her ass quite a bit. We made out for about ten minutes at a time before returning to our work, and I have to admit it was the most enjoyable time I’d ever had while doing schoolwork. So the next day, we did the same. And the next day. And the next.

The dress code also slackened quite a bit around the house. Michelle started going bra-less as soon as classes ended, advertising her arousal with perky nipples that dented the front of her thin shirts. Alex’s big tits needed a little more support, but she started skipping her bras every now and again as well as a way of teasing me while also advertising her intention to seduce me sooner than later. And don’t get me started on the way the girls stopped wearing pants or shorts every now and again. Twice, Alex didn’t even have panties on underneath her oversized shirts.

Even when not doing schoolwork, playing games, or watching TV, Michelle remained glued to my side. We ordered in-line skates and Michelle asked me to teach her, which added almost an hour a day together. I stopped playing video games and had already stopped watching Pornhub. She texted her friends but no longer wasted hours chatting with them. Instead, we’d sit on the couch talking about ... whatever. Or we’d cuddle in bed talking about ... whatever. And if the conversation ever started to wind down, one of us would pucker up to start a new makeout session that would last until ... whenever.

Michelle started saying “I love you” a lot more. I was happy to return the endearment, and initiated the phrase a few times myself. She always glowed whenever I did that. She also started getting a lot more touchy-feely around me. When watching TV, she’d lean against my side and pull my arm around her shoulders or midsection. Alex, of course, had already been doing so, so whenever the three of us were watching together I found myself happily in the middle of a sister sandwich. In the kitchen, Michelle started grabbing my ass as she passed behind me. Turnabout was fair play, so I happily did the same. Once, I even slid my hand into the back of her shorts and got a palmful of bare buttcheeks. Michelle squealed, spun around, and slapped my hand. I immediately got nervous that I’d crossed a line, initiating a higher level of intimacy that she wasn’t comfortable with. But as soon as she got over the surprise, my little sister turned around, thrust her ass at me, and intoned in a husky voice, “Do it again.”

Kissing me on the lips in greeting became commonplace, usually just a peck but sometimes more. One time on Tuesday, she walked into my bedroom, rolled my chair away from my desk, climbed into my lap, and shoved her tongue into the back of my throat. I got so turned on that I grabbed her ass, stood up from the chair, and walked us over to my bed. We wound up hot and heavy in a makeout session on my bed, and she even grabbed my hand and shoved it up the inside of her shirt so I could fondle her boobs. A minute later, my hands were in the back of her shorts, grabbing handfuls of ass while grinding my erection into her pelvis. But the moment my hand started wandering around to the front of her crotch, Michelle abruptly tore her mouth away from mine and rolled off the bed.

Staggering almost drunkenly to the open doorway, she yelled at the top of her lungs, “LEX!!! Get in here! ALEXANDRA!!!”

Thirty seconds later, our big sister came racing into the room, eyes wide and darting around looking for danger. The use of her full first name had probably freaked her out. “What? What? What’s wrong?”

Still gasping, Michelle pointed back at me and managed to grunt, “I need you to fuck him. Otherwise I’m gonna fuck him.”

Alex snorted. Standing up straight and arching an eyebrow, she folded her arms across her chest and replied in a neutral tone, “Maybe I should stay right here then.”

“LEX!!!“

Laughing, my big sister started pulling her shirt off. “Fine, fine. Twist my arm, why dontcha.”

And that wasn’t the only time Michelle called in her big sister as a pressure release valve to “take care of me”. I’d pretty much stopped watching Pornhub by this point, what with spending all my time with one sister or the other. Michelle kept me at a near-constant state of arousal from our frequent makeout sessions, and at least twice a day I would find myself badly in need of sexual relief.

Not that I would go ask Alex to service me or anything like that. She was my sister, and my older sister at that. If SHE wanted me to come fuck her, that was one thing, but I was never really the aggressor and would sometimes get wound up with pent-up horniness waiting for the next time my gorgeous big sister graciously allowed me to violate her nubile body.

Thankfully, Michelle could usually sense when I was getting a little too wound up. Even though -I- would never ask Alex for sex, Michelle had no problems either calling for our big sister to come take care of me or yelling to Alex that she was sending me to her.

Once though, on Thursday, of my own accord I walked into the big bathroom in our parents’ room while Alex was taking a post-workout shower. Earlier that evening, Michelle had climbed into my lap after we’d finished our latest Sydney Cummings video, holding my head in her hands and cramming her tongue into my mouth. She even went so far as to remove her tank top and sports bra, feeding her nipples to me while I suckled on them like a ravenous baby. Michelle didn’t have Alex’s massive mammaries, but her perfectly shaped B-cups were just so... perky ... and her nipples were super-sensitive, to the point that my feasting had her creaming so hard she nearly came.

I sensed that if I really wanted to, I could’ve fucked Michelle that night. She was so turned on that she would not have resisted me. But I knew better than to cross that line without prior approval. “Whatever you’re comfortable with” had become a familiar refrain, and I had done my best to let Michelle lead the way. Tearing my mouth away from hers, I dumped her onto the couch cushion beside me and quickly stalked away to go upstairs.

Alex saw me enter through the transparent glass doors, took one look at the expression on my face, and beckoned me inside. But the animal inside me had already gone wild, and instead I yanked my big sister out of the shower, planted her flat on her back on the carpeted floor of our parents’ room, and slammed my meat sausage into her cunt in a single thrust. My big sister didn’t cum that time - I basically rabbit-fucked her until I pulled out and blew my load all over her tits and face, not that she minded. Alex pulled me into the still-running shower, we both cleaned up, and then we went back to her bedroom so I could make it up to her.

An hour later, Michelle fell asleep with me spooned up behind her, my left hand extended across the mattress beneath her pillow and my right arm hugging her closely. She’d pulled my right hand beneath her pajama top so that I cupped her left breast in my palm. We both were happy.

“You’re smirking,” I commented with a scowl on my face.

“Because I’ve got you right where I want you.” Michelle replied confidently.

“I’m not in check yet.”

“Emphasis on the word ‘yet’.”

I sighed, surveying my options. She’d caught me in a trap, her knight in position to take either my queen or my rook. I couldn’t save both of them, so the obvious move was to get my queen out of danger, accept that she’d take my rook, and plan accordingly. Ordinarily I would have done just that, except for Michelle’s damn smirk. I knew her, knew the way she played. She didn’t have a great poker face, which told me she was smirking because she had seen something I hadn’t noticed yet. Somehow I knew, just knew, that if I saved my queen and gave her the rook, it would somehow lead to my final defeat.

I REALLY didn’t want to lose. It was a Saturday evening, and Michelle and I were winding down the last part of our day. We’d already done our workout and showered, the plan was to go to bed after this, and I didn’t want the sour taste of defeat in my mouth while trying to sleep.

And yet, I couldn’t sacrifice the queen so easily. So I stared at the board, rubbed my chin, and stared at the board some more, trying to figure out what the hell she was going to do.

“Tick, tock, tick, tock.”

“Gimme a minute.”

“I’ve given you five minutes already. Maybe we should start playing with a clock.”

“Hang on, hang on.”

“Time to put up or shut up.”

“Chelle.”

My little sister sighed. “I’ll give you thirty seconds to make your move or I won’t let you hold my breast as we fall asleep.”

I blinked twice and promptly saved my queen.

Michelle laughed and made her next move. Two minutes later, she checkmated me.

Growling, I rolled my eyes and started resetting the board. “Another round?”

“Didn’t we say we were going to bed after this?”

I lowered my eyelids and growled. “Another round.”

“Sure, fine.” She was smirking again. “Hey, does this mean I can now threaten to withhold sexual stuff in order to get you to do things for me?”

“We’re not really doing ‘sexual stuff’ yet,” I pointed out, complete with finger air quotes. “Other than the boob thing, you’d have to threaten to stop ... what ... cuddling with me at night? Kissing on my bed during homework breaks? Grabbing your ass in the kitchen? All of those things I think would hurt you just as much as hurt me, if not more.”

Michelle’s eyes flashed something dangerous, and she intoned quietly, “Maybe I should give you another blowjob, just so I have something to ‘take away’.”

I blinked twice but managed a lopsided grin. “That’s an interesting hypothesis. I think we need to conduct further experiments in order to draw viable conclusions.”

My sister reached across the board and shoved me in the shoulder, chuckling and shaking her head.

I looked up into the corner of the room, grasped my chin, and pretended to be deep in thought. “Or perhaps, -I- should attempt to withhold certain privileges you have recently exploited upon my humble personage. For example, I could start to lock my bedroom door and make you sleep alone again.”

“Stop it.”

“I could stop doing our wonderful makeout sessions and you can go back to sending underwear Snapchats to random guys in a desperate plea for attention.”

“Stop it!”

“And you DID say you still had a boyfriend. Maybe you should start having FaceTime sex with him—”

“STOP IT!”

“—because I can always just go to Alex knowing that SHE will put out for—”

“I said STOP IT!” Michelle actually threw a pawn at my face, and it bounced off my forehead.

Still laughing to myself, I finally turned to face my little sister and found that she was not laughing. Her eyes were moist, and she looked genuinely hurt. My jaw dropped, and confused, I started to mutter an apology, but Michelle quickly stood up and walked away, wiping her eyes as she went. A moment later, her thundering steps echoed down the hallway as she practically raced up the stairs, shortly followed by the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut.

A minute later, Alex came into the room and folded her arms across her chest. “What the hell did you do?”

I blinked and raised my hands, palms up. “I don’t know!”

Arching an eyebrow, Alex did a quick survey of the room and then nudged the chessboard on the coffee table while taking a seat in the wing chair recently been vacated by our little sister. I still sat on the couch. “Well I’m pretty sure she’s not mad over losing a game, so I’ll repeat: What the hell did you DO?”

Grimacing, I told her the story about Michelle threatening to withhold sexual stuff in order to get me to do her bidding, followed by my joking around that I’d do the same.

Alex leveled her eyes at me. “But did she seem to get that you were joking?”

I grimaced again. “Apparently not.”

Alex sighed, kicked her feet up onto the coffee table, and shook her head. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then blinked and gave me a serious look. “When are you going to sleep with her?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, not understanding. “We’ve slept together every night this week.”

“I mean fucking,” she stated plainly.

I pursed my lips, leaned back in my chair, and shrugged my shoulders. “I have no idea. Maybe never. I think Chelle’s still hung up on the incest part, to be honest, and as much as she may want to, she can’t quite wrap her head around crossing that line with her big brother.”

“That’s not it,” Alex disagreed, shaking her head. “We’ve talked, a little. I don’t spend nearly as much time with her as you do, but we’ve talked. It’s not the incest thing. If it were, she wouldn’t have blown you Sunday night, or been doing everything else the two of you have been doing the whole week.”

“Maybe’s she’s just not ready.” I shrugged again, pondering, but then suddenly jerked upright. “Waitaminute. You don’t think Chelle is a ... a...”

Alex arched an eyebrow, guessing where I was going with this. “A virgin? No way.”

“What else could it be? She IS a teenager.”

“She’s a senior. High school seniors that gorgeous aren’t virgins.” Alex rolled her eyes.

“How do you know? Neither of us has been home for the past two years, pre-pandemic. We don’t know what she has or hasn’t been doing while we were gone.”

“She’s got a boyfriend,” Alex pointed out. “And high school senior boys don’t stick around to stay boyfriends if their girlfriend isn’t putting out.”

I arched an eyebrow and said sarcastically, “You mean the way Chelle’s boyfriend calls her all the time and drives by the house every few days just so he can see the love of his life through the window? THAT boyfriend?”

Alex frowned and thought about that. “Okay you may have a point...”

“Look, I’m not saying she is a virgin. It DOES make sense that she would’ve lost her cherry at some point in the last couple of years.” I shrugged. “I’m just saying, it would explain a lot about her hesitation, that’s all.”

Alex pursed her lips and mused on that, only now considering it as a real possibility. “Well...” she began. “I suppose it would. But then THAT would mean...”

Her voice trailed off as she suddenly looked up at the ceiling in the vague direction of Michelle’s bedroom. She blinked twice, shook her head quite vigorously in the negative, but then her expression softened as she seemed to re-consider her own thoughts. Blinking twice again, she stared off into space for a moment, and at last turned her attention to me.

I expected her to say something. She didn’t. Alex just continued to stare at me, and the silence went on long enough that I started to get nervous.

But finally, she spoke. “I love you,” she stated rather robotically.

I arched an eyebrow, not understanding, but I readily replied, “I love you, too.”

Leaning forward, Alex put her elbows on her knees and frowned before repeating, this time a little more seriously, “I love you.”

I popped both eyebrows, feeling very much like a lab rat under a microscope. But I took a deep breath, thought about everything I felt for my big sister (including but not limited to the amazing sex), and replied quite warmly, “I love you too, Lex.”

Alex suddenly slapped her hands together and actually pointed at me. “Holy shit! It makes perfect sense!” She sat up straight and grinned widely. I could practically see the light bulb that had gone off above her head.

I blinked, not understanding. “What?”

My sister got out of the wing chair and came to sit beside me on the couch. Placing her hand on my leg, she enthused like a giggling schoolgirl, “Chelley’s in love with you!”

I jerked my head back. “WHAT?”

“Well, infatuated at the very least. It makes total sense! She SAID you had no idea how long she’s been fantasizing about banging you. I’m guessing she was crushing on her big brother even before you went to college. She snuck into your room to check out your package. And when she found out you were banging me, she didn’t have any issues with the incest. Her instinctive first question was to ask what sex felt like!”

I frowned. “Everything you just said points to Chelle wanting to have SEX with me. She’s a horny teenager trapped in a house where I’m the only human being with a penis.”

“That’s what -I- thought.” Alex shook her head. “But then how else do you explain this entire week? All the cuddling and the makeout sessions and the way she’ll randomly hold your hand at the dining table. Think about it! You two are basically having a high school romance right now! But really, it’s the ‘I love you’s’ that cinches it for me. I mean, I love you squirt, I really do. But I’m not IN love with you. There’s a difference in the way I say it versus the way SHE been saying it for the past week. Chelley’s in love with you. AND she’s a virgin.”

Now it was my turn to exclaim, “Holy shit!”

“Dude! You gotta go up there!”

“What, now?”

“Yes, now!”

“And do what?”

“Go up there and fuck her! Wait, I mean...” Alex closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and stated a little more primly. “You need to go make love to her.”

I scooted a foot away from my big sister on the couch and held up my index finger between us. “Wait ... wait...” I stalled. “You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I’m serious.”

“She’s MAD at me right now.”

“Make-up sex is the best.”

“She’s a virgin.”

“Who wants you to be her first.”

“If she wanted that, she could’ve had me anytime.”

“Exactly. That’s what proves she’s a virgin. If she’d already been having sex with other boys, she wouldn’t have waited this long to fuck you. She wants you. She’s stated plainly that she wants you. But this is her cherry. She’s held onto it this long, and as much as she loves you and has been fantasizing about you and wants you to just hold her down and fuck the ever-living shit out of her, she’s a nervous teenage virgin who hasn’t been able to take that big step on her own.”

“I can’t do that. I’m the big brother. I promised I’d only do whatever she’s comfortable with. Well this is THE thing I can’t do first.”

Alex exhaled slowly and looked away from me, not having an immediate answer for that, and I started to relax. I sagged against the backrest and raised my hand to rub my forehead dragging it through my hair. Eventually, I kicked my legs up and interlaced my fingers behind my head.

“Look,” Alex finally began. “I’m not saying you should go up there and rape her or anything. But you really need to go up there and talk to her. Ask her, plainly and without a hint of ulterior motive, if she’s a virgin. Tell her you love her, that you’ll always love her. And tell her that IF she wants to, you’d be honored to be her first.”

I frowned. “I can’t be Chelle’s first. She can’t be ‘in love’ with me. I’m her brother.”

“So?”

“So she deserves to have her first time with a regular boy she can have a real relationship with, with someone she CAN be ‘in love’ with.”

Alex snorted. “MY first time had nothing to do with ‘relationships’ or ‘love’ - I was just fucking horny. He was a second string football jock with a big dick, and he was an even bigger fucking disappointment. I already know that YOU won’t be a disappointment. And in case you didn’t notice, we’re in the middle of a fucking pandemic and I don’t see a whole lot of other guys coming through this house. You’re it. Unless you’re condemning her to a life of celibacy until there’s a vaccine.”

“Lots of teenagers are being celibate just fine during this pandemic. That’s not a reason for me to fuck my little sister.” I shook my head. “Maybe it would be better if she moved out - got an apartment with some friends. Then she wouldn’t be locked down so rigidly trying to keep you safe.”

Alex sat up straight and frowned at me. “Is THAT what this feels like to you? Poor me, locked down because my big sister has a shitty immune system?”

“What? NO. That’s not what I meant.” I sat up straight and put my hands on my sister’s shoulder and leg. “I love you, Lex. You know that. And hell, if it were just the two of us together playing house, we’d never have to put our clothes on, I could just walk up and slip my fingers into you from behind, whisper dirty things into your ear, warm you up a bit, and then slide my big beautiful dick into you from behind anytime the urge struck us.”

Alex blushed and smiled at that. “The idea does have merit.”

“It was only a thought for Chelle’s sake and let her have a chance of finding a nice boyfriend to fall in love with. I have absolutely no regrets about being here with you.” Taking a deep breath, I explained, “I’m here FOR you, Lex, alright? I love you, and I’ll always love you, even if someday we stop having sex. I’m your brother, and nothing’s ever gonna change that.”

Alex beamed, and a little moisture came into her eyes. She lunged forward and wrapped me up in a firm hug that carried no sexual heat whatsoever. It was pure sibling love. She squeezed me tight and I hugged her back just as fiercely. And for a little while, we simply enjoyed the simple pleasure of each other’s embrace.

When Alex released the tension in her muscles, so did I, and I let her sit back. She stared at me with an expression of wonder, and this time a happy tear did roll down her cheek. But then she took a deep breath and fixed me with an almost ... proud ... look.

“That was perfect,” she stated warmly. “Just say it like that.”

I blinked twice, not understanding. “Say what?”

“All that stuff about how you’re here for me, that you’ll always love me even without all the sex stuff because you’ll be my brother forever. That stuff. Say it to Chelley.”

“Um, what?”

“I’m serious! Go upstairs and say all that mushy stuff to Chelley! Now GO! Before you say more shit like that to me and you end up with TWO sisters that are in love with you!” Alex suited action to her words, pushing on my shoulders. “Go! Go! GO!”

Although quite confused, I did as ordered, getting off the couch and stepping away as she continued to push me. I took two steps toward the stairs, stopped, and looked back at her one more time.

“GO, you idiot!”

So I went.

I knocked twice and called, “Chelle?”

She didn’t answer, so I took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you. Will you please let me in?”

In a quiet voice that I could barely hear, she muttered, “It’s not locked.”

I opened the door quietly and peeked inside. My little sister was on her side atop the bed, her left arm folded under her head as she faced away from me. Wordlessly, I closed the door behind me and went to join her on the bed. She was in perfect spooning position, so I did just that, wrapping my right arm around her midsection in the same way I did when we would go to sleep together.

“I’m sorry, Chelle,” I said softly just behind her ear. “I love you.”

She sighed and patted my forearm. “I love you, too.” But she didn’t say anything else.

I waited her out, just holding her in my arms while she composed herself. She should have had quite a bit of time by now to do that, but I knew my arrival would have scattered those thoughts, and I gave her space to recollect them.

Five minutes later though, she still hadn’t spoken. I started to wonder if she’d fallen asleep, and I picked my head up to look down at her. She was gorgeous, something I’d always known. I enjoyed the Pamela Reif workout videos because she was hot, but if I stopped to really be truthful with myself, I’d have to admit I thought Michelle had the prettier face. I could never have admitted that before, not wanting to lust after my own sister. But with the whole incest barrier now removed from my conscience, I let myself freely admire her.

Brushing her hair back behind her ear, I sighed, “You’re so beautiful.”

Michelle smiled shyly but didn’t look at me.

Letting my hand run down her hip and along the length of her leg, I added, “You’re so sexy, too. I never thought I’d say that about my little sister, but you really grew up after I went to college.”

She smiled again but remained silent. I gathered she was happy for me to continue complimenting her.

“I love your legs. They’re so long and lithe and toned. I imagine them wrapped around my body while I’m thrusting deep inside you. And when I want to get super-deep, I’ll raise them up and over my shoulders as I fold you in half beneath me.”

Michelle closed her eyes and moaned.

“I love your breasts. They’re so firm and perky. I especially love playing with your nipples. They’re so sensitive and you make the cutest noises when I tease them. Holding them at night as we cuddle is one of the highlights of my day.”

Her lips parted, and she panted softly.

I lay back down, spooning myself behind her once more and squeezing her tight. “And I love you for so much more than just your body. I love the way you trail your fingers across my shoulders when passing behind me in the kitchen or on the couch. I love the way you smile when you see me for the first time after like ten minutes apart. I love the time we spend together, talking about ... whatever. I love sharing every part of my day with you: playing games, doing our workouts, cooking dinner ... I love our little makeout session breaks when doing homework. And at the end of the day, I love being able to hold you in my arms the way we’re doing now. I...”

My voice trailed off as I came to a sudden realization. I let go of Michelle, rolled back the other way, and stared straight up at the ceiling in wonderment, muttering, “Holy shit.”

A few seconds later, I felt Michelle shift on the mattress as she rolled over to face me. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“You were on a roll.” She pouted. “I loved every second of that, started creaming my panties, and then all of a sudden you stopped and rolled away.”

Blinking slowly, I shook my head as if to clear it and muttered, “I just realized something.”

“What?”

I turned my face to hers, that wonderment still in her eyes. “I LOVE you, Chelle.”

She giggled. “I know. You’ve been saying the L-word quite a lot over the last few minutes.”

“No, you don’t understand.” I shook my head. “I’m IN love with you. I mean, I’ve always loved you like a big brother. Even after things started getting ... physical ... between us, I just saw that as an extension of our sibling bond. It’s the way I feel about Lex. But ... over the last week ... holy shit.”

“Wait, you’re ‘in love’ with me?”

“I didn’t realize it until just now. I’m in love with my little sister.”

Propping herself up on one elbow, Michelle smiled down at me. “Well then that makes two of us. I’ve always been in love with my big brother.”

I blinked twice. “Yeah ... Lex told me that downstairs a few minutes ago.”

Michelle’s eyes popped open WIDE. “Wait, what? Lex KNOWS?!?”

I shrugged. “She heard you stomp into your room and slam the door, so she went downstairs to ask what I’d done to piss you off. We got to talking, she put two and two together, and figured out you were in love with me.”

Michelle whimpered. “You’re not mad, are you? Little sisters aren’t supposed to be in love with their big brothers.”

“Mad? I’m in love with YOU!” I grabbed my sister’s head and kissed her sweetly.

The kiss did more to calm her down than any words I could have said to reassure her. I willed her to feel it through my lips as I poured my soul through that kiss, and from the way she flowed right into me I think she did.

We kissed and we kissed and we kissed some more. I rolled her over so that I was on top, my left hip on the mattress but our legs intertwined while my chest pressed down on hers. This was a familiar position from our many makeout sessions, and I welcomed the sense of unhurried peace I felt sharing this expression of love with my little sister. Whenever I kissed Alex this way, within two minutes she would start tugging at my shorts or pulling up my shirt, desperate to get to the fucking part. But for a week now Michelle and I had never progressed beyond this, and despite Alex’s insistence that I needed to come up here and fuck my little sister, I felt no urge to push things any further than they’d already gone.

So it was a bit of a surprise when I felt Michelle tugging at the hem of my shirt. But really, it was just my shirt, so I let her tug it up to my armpits and then I helped by ripping it over my head. My little sister cooed as she broke the kiss long enough to rub my pectoral muscles and tickle my abs. She also reached into the back of my shorts once we’d started kissing again, fondling my hard buttcheeks and squeezing them while moaning into my mouth how much she loved my ass.

“I love your ass, too,” I replied breathlessly. “I didn’t say that before, during my little speech. But you have an AMAZING ass, Chelle.”

She grinned and promptly rolled us over so that she was on top, her pussy right on top of the iron bar in my shorts. She ground herself down on it, masturbating herself on my bulge. And at the same time, I slid my hands into the back of HER shorts, fondling and squeezing her buttcheeks the same way she’d been doing to me a minute before.

Next, Michelle sat up, crossed her arms and then ripped her own shirt over her head. A second later, she reached back to unsnap her bra, and my mouth dropped open wide as she bared those beautiful boobies to my gaze. And with a groan she bent over once more, feeding a swollen nipple to my lips moaning, “Suck my nipples. Please?”

As if she had to beg. I latched onto that puppy like a starving infant and suckled like there was no tomorrow. I feasted on her right breast while my free hand fondled its twin. A minute later, I switched boobs. And a minute after that, I buried my face between both and sandwiched them around my cheeks.

Michelle laughed and giggled and eventually shifted herself backward so that we could resume kissing. It was my turn to roll us over so that I was on top, dry humping her crotch and pressing my erection against the junction of her thighs to feel the exquisite pressure. My little sister looked up at me with an intense gaze beneath her half-lidded eyes. She panted breathlessly, ran her hands across my pecs, shoulders, and upper arms. And after taking a deep breath, she intoned quietly, “Take your shorts off.”

I blinked in surprise but didn’t move. Not waiting for me to act, Michelle reached down to my waistband and started tugging down on it. I realized she was serious, so I got up to my knees and dropped trou. My banana-bent erection bobbed in the air, making Michelle gasp as she saw it up close and personal for the first time in clear lighting.

“It’s ... beautiful...” she whispered in awe.

I grinned, feeling proud. “Thanks.”

“I want it in me...” she intoned in the same breathless voice. “For real this time. I mean it.”

“Uhhh ... what?” I froze in place, shocked for a moment. When she’d asked me to take off my shorts, I thought that finally, finally she was going to give me a blowjob again. Memory of that one time Sunday night when she’d sucked me off beneath my covers had haunted me all week. I kept waiting (hoping?) for her to ask Alex to give her BJ lessons with my dick as the hands-on practice dummy. It never even occurred to me that Michelle would want to actually initiate sex, not yet. Not before giving me another blowjob at least. Don’t you have to go through third base before you get to home plate?

“Please be gentle,” she pleaded in a nervous voice. “Nothing like what you did to Lex that one time.”

I blinked a couple of times and frowned. “Is THAT why you’ve been waiting? Did Lex and I freak you out with the wild and crazy sex?”

“Not the reason, no. But you two did freak me out a little bit, yeah. That shit was INTENSE. But I’ve seen you be tender with her, too. I want it like that.”

“Of course.”

Giving me a nervous smile, Michelle raised her knees to her chest to roll her hips into the air, all the better to remove her own shorts and panties. Seconds later, she tossed them over the side of the bed and lay before me utterly and completely naked. As beautiful as she was clothed, Michelle was outright gorgeous nude. Her skin was perfect, with a little glow of shy arousal and perhaps a rose-tinted blush from being exposed in front of me for the first time. Her pussy was shaved bare. Her vaginal lips were pressed tightly together even though she had spread her thighs to the sides, unlike the way Alex’s pussy always seemed to be wide open and inviting.

“Please be gentle,” my little sister repeated. “I’ve ... I’ve never done this before.”

I blinked rapidly, my brain struggling to process everything that was going on. But Michelle’s words cut through the jumble and went straight to my heart, and I felt compelled to ask, “Are you sure?”

My little sister giggled and nodded. “Yes, I’m sure I’ve never done this before.”

“What? No.” I rubbed my forehead. “I meant: Are you sure you want to do this?”

“More than anything. I’m sorry I made you wait this long. I’ve wanted this forever, but I was just scared. But then you told me you loved me. You told me you were IN love with me. And then ... huh.”

She stopped so abruptly that I frowned and arched an eyebrow. “What is it?”

Michelle giggled again. “Lex and Mom both warned me to be careful of a boy telling me he was ‘in love’ with me just to worm his way into my panties. I guess they were right.”

My frown deepened. “I’m not saying it to get into your panties. I AM in love with you, Chelle.”

“I know.” She beamed up at me. “That’s why I’m ready. I’m ready for you. It was always going to be you. Not some teenage boy just looking to brag to his friends about getting laid. YOU. I’ve always wanted it to be you, and to find out you love me the same way I love you? Holy SHIT. Come fuck me, big brother. Make me a woman.”

“No,” I replied seriously. “I’m going to make love to you.”

Michelle’s smile lit up the room.

I took my shorts completely off while my little sister raised her knees to the sides and extended her arms to me. Now with both of us naked, I crawled over her and made sure my lips touched hers before anything else. She wrapped her arms around my neck and tugged me downward until her perky breasts and hard nipples were crushed beneath my chest. And after letting me kiss her for all of thirty seconds, she pulled away and husked into my ear. “Don’t make me wait any longer, please? Put yourself inside me. I need to feel you deep INSIDE me. I love you so much. I want this so much. Please-please-pl ... ohhh ... myyyyy... nnnngggghhhhhhhhh!!!“

Fucking A she was tight. Fisting my cock, I managed to swab my mushroom head through her moist folds and center it at her closed entrance. She was plenty wet enough, but her labia had never before been separated by a dick. Initial entry was difficult, but once I got the first half-inch in, the rest followed after, and the sound of Michelle’s moan gave me the strength to push all the way through.

I didn’t feel the tear of a hymen. Michelle would tell me later that she’d torn it with a small vibrator Alex had given her four years ago before leaving for college. But that thin tube and her own fingers had been the only objects to ever penetrate her pussy prior to my prick, clearly nowhere as thick as my big beautiful dick. And Michelle started crying as she was overwhelmed by the sensations of being filled up fuller than she’d ever imagined she could be.

She certainly felt tighter around me than I’d ever felt before. It was AMAZING.

I’m fucking my little sister.

I’m fucking my little sister.

Holy SHIT ... I’m fucking my little sister.

I wish I could say what followed was the greatest sexual experience of our lives, but I can’t. Don’t get me wrong – it was very, very nice. But I was concentrating on being gentle and Michelle was too overwhelmed with the idea of losing her virginity to really enjoy the physical pleasure. Then there was the whole bit with her whimpering in my ear that she wasn’t protected or anything and that I’d need to pull out before I came. Sheer terror at the idea of knocking up your little sister tends to put a damper on enjoying the act.

But that’s okay. Michelle and I would have lots and lots of opportunities to do it better in the days, weeks, and months to come. She at least had one orgasm - I give myself that much credit. But this night wasn’t about scaling the highest peaks of pleasure.

It was about sharing our love.

My little sister was in love with me, and I was in love with her. At the time, I had no freaking clue how this was going to work. At the time, I’d put no thought into how our relationship might survive in the real world once the pandemic was over. At the time, I didn’t really care. All I knew was that the young woman I loved more than anything in the world was writhing beneath me, sucking my face, gasping for air, and crooning how much she loved me over and over and over again while I pumped my prick in and out of her no-longer-virgin pussy for the very first time until I felt the involuntary contractions of her very first coital orgasm.

After Michelle came, whimpered her love into my ear, and told me she wanted me to cum as well, I felt free to seek my own ejaculation while remaining painfully aware of the need to pull out prior. She had wrapped those long, lithe legs I loved around my body while I’d been thrusting deep inside her; but now I raised them up and over my shoulders, folding the teenager in half beneath me so I could get super-deep. Michelle groaned and moaned and tossed her head side-to-side, eyes closed and teeth clenched while she absorbed the brand-new sensations. I gazed down at her gorgeous face, suddenly seized with the thought of blasting my load all over it. And as that imagery popped into my mind, I suddenly knew it was about to become a reality.

Yanking myself out and tossing Michelle’s legs aside, I took a big step forward to plant my right foot flat on the mattress just past my little sister’s shoulder. I filled my right hand with my dick, aiming the fat mushroom head at Michelle’s face and jacking it furiously. She opened her eyes just then, staring up at me in wonderment. And then a second later, my cockhead blew.

Once, before, I’d done this to Alex while staring straight at Michelle, imagining I was blowing my load all over my teenaged little sister. I didn’t have to imagine anymore.

Ropy strings of jism shot forth, the first one painting a line from my little sister’s forehead, across the bridge of her nose, and down her left cheek. The second caught her just above her left eyebrow and over the top of the eyelid. The third one lost power, spraying her lips with a little going into her open mouth. And the fourth went down her chin and neck.

I had a few more squeezes in me, little wads that splattered onto Michelle’s heaving breasts and upper chest. On impulse, I bent down and smeared a glob around her left nipple with my mushroom head. At last, I finished and let go of my cock, planting my left hand on the bed and hanging my head to gasp for air.

Michelle looked up at me with a look of shock, cum all over her face.

“Ohmigawd. I’m so sorry about that,” I wheezed with an apologetic look. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Michelle’s expression changed to a smile. She wiped a glob of cum off her left eyelid and popped it into her mouth. “Don’t apologize. That was pretty cool.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Pretty cool?”

Michelle nodded. “First time I watched you and Alex fucking, you pulled out and came all over her face while staring straight at me. And I still remember exactly what you said to her after.”

“You look gorgeous, Chelle,” I told her sincerely.

“I love you, big brother,” she told me sweetly beneath her mask of jism. “And I’m so glad we finally did this.”

I chuckled. “Me, too.”

She stared at my slowly deflating penis, reached up with one hand, and started to fondle it. With her other hand, she scraped up another glob of cum from her cheek, and then sucked on her finger with relish. “You’re not tired, right? Can we do it again? And this time, cum in my mouth. I’ve been wanting to taste you all week.”