Quarantined With My Sisters

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I shook my head slowly, processing all of that.

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

I grimaced immediately at the thought.

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

But what if the virus did last?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

Everything had gone back to normal...

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

She didn’t.

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

“Go away.”

“C’mon, Lex...”

“What do you want?”

“I just want to talk to you.”

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

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

“We’re talking.”

“Can’t you let me in?”

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

... just...

... well...

... not like this...

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