“How long can this fucking thing LAST?”

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

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

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

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

“CHELLEY!” Alex thundered.

“GO UPSTAIRS” Michelle yelled right back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was SOOOO boring.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then I’d promptly choked.

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

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

“Not that part. The other part.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And my damn hard-on wouldn’t go away.

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

We had been in quarantine WAY too long.

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

This was so WRONG.

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry! Sorry!” I apologized.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the hell is going on?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I shook my head slowly, processing all of that.

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

I grimaced immediately at the thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But what if the virus did last?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything had gone back to normal...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She didn’t.

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

“Go away.”

“C’mon, Lex...”

“What do you want?”

“I just want to talk to you.”

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

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

“We’re talking.”

“Can’t you let me in?”

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

... just...

... well...

... not like this...

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

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

I broke the kiss again, “Holy shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Lex...” I groaned. “We shouldn’t.”

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

“Ohmigawd ... Lex...”

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

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

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

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

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

“Lex ... Are you actually suggesting—”

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

“Holy shit, Lex. We can’t ... I—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then she REALLY went to work.

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop fucking teasing me,” I wheezed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then I returned to my room.

“You okay, bro? You seem a little ... distracted. Did you not get a good night’s sleep?”

Michelle looked at me with genuine concern as she joined me at the dining table. I had been staring off into space, holding my spoon a few inches in the air above my bowl of Corn Chex, and I belatedly realized I had been grinding my teeth a bit. I blinked a few times and looked at her, shaking my head in the negative. “Uh, no, nothing like that. I slept great actually.”

It was true. I had slept like a baby. Well, not like a baby - waking up three times in the middle of the night screaming for milk or having wet underwear. Truly, that’s a strange idiom. But I digress...

I’d been doing that a lot this morning. Digressing, not wetting my underwear. One moment, I’d been pouring milk into my bowl of cereal. The next, I’d been remembering what Alex’s lips felt like as she nibbled on my mushroom head like a fuzzy caterpillar. Which is a really strange metaphor that I don’t understand. And I’m digressing again.

“I’m fine,” I lied to my little sister. “Just thinking about a quiz I have in ten minutes.”

I’m wondering if Lex hates me for what we did last night while simultaneously reminiscing about how supremely talented my sister is at giving blowjobs, I didn’t say.

“Uh-huh,” Michelle replied noncommittally. But she took her seat and said nothing further, digging into her own bowl of oatmeal.

“Morning, rugrats,” Alex greeted us with a perky grin as she tore into the kitchen like a tornado. Moving more quickly than I could believe, she grabbed coffee grounds from the pantry, stepped across the kitchen to the coffee maker, poured the coffee grounds into the coffee maker, put away the bag, crossed to cabinet, pulled out a big coffee mug, crossed to the sink, filled the mug with water, returned to the coffee maker, poured in the water, placed the mug under the spout, and hit the start button. And while that seems like very long run-on sentence, it doesn’t actually take very long to read, and yet somehow Alex managed to execute all those steps in even less time.

“Bye, rugrats,” she called in a sing-song voice as she exited the room to go back upstairs.

Michelle and I exchanged amused looks. “When was the last time Lex called us ‘rugrats’?” she wondered aloud.

I arched an eyebrow and thought about that. “She was probably still in high school.”

Michelle chuckled and shook her head. “I’m just glad she seems to be in a good mood. You’d think she got laid or something last night.”

I promptly choked on my next bite.

Alex really did seem happy this morning, as her perky-hyper mood continued when she returned downstairs to collect her coffee. Seriously, if the girl was moving that fast to begin with, why the hell would she even need the caffeine?

I’m digressing again.

The point is: I started to relax about the whole ‘Does my sister hate me’ thing. I had been at the sink rinsing out my bowl when she picked up her coffee mug, took a sip, and actually winked at me over the rim. I smiled in response, a reaction that only made her even happier, and I could’ve sworn she waggled her butt at me as she left the kitchen to go back upstairs.

It was a good thing Michelle had already left by then, taking her oatmeal and a glass of OJ up to her bedroom. Her class started five minutes before mine.

So with my mind much more at ease, I headed up to my own room to start classes for the day, worried less about whether or not Alex had irreparably harmed our relationship, and wondering more about what would happen next.

But I would have to wonder quite a bit longer. While Alex continued to spend more time with us, the same as she had done for the past week, there were no more late-night visits to my bedroom. She made no comment or reference to our illicit blowjob. She talked to me the same way she had always talked to me. She hugged me the same way she had always hugged me. And if I hadn’t been abso-smurfingly certain that the blowjob did indeed happen in real life, I might’ve started wondering if it wasn’t some kind of wet dream.

The rest of the school week passed without incident. On Saturday, the three of us masked-up and took a 4-mile loop trail through a canyon filled with spring wildflowers and topped out at a nice bluff with a view. Sunday, we played a few board games and watched a movie together, all three of us, and then FaceTimed our parents (and grandparents) just to check in. And Monday we went right back into the school routine.

I never said a word about what had happened.

Alex never said a word about what happened.

I wanted to ask her about it. I wanted to talk about it. But for some reason I could never bring myself to broach the subject. My big sister seemed inclined to let the whole thing pass as if it had never happened, as if we’d never crossed that line. Maybe if we both ignored the whole situation long enough, if we pretended like everything was completely normal, everything WOULD actually go back to normal.

So I jerked off to Pornhub and read erotica. Alex FaceTimed with her friends. And if I listened carefully enough outside her door at night, sometimes I could hear her moaning as she pleasured herself. I didn’t walk away quite as quickly as before – sometimes I would linger and listen for a little bit. But apart from moments like that, as time went on, I thought less and less about the blowjob that never should have happened. Maybe it really WAS just a wet dream. I came to realize that it had been a one-time thing, destined to never be repeated or mentioned ever again. And with that realization came acceptance.

Which is why what happened next came as such a surprise.

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

“Mmph!” somebody groaned, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see my sister’s head bobbing up and down in my lap. A fleeting concept of an idea about saying something briefly fluttered into my head, but she chose that moment to deep-throat me, causing bursts of pleasure to explode in my brain, and all I could do was set my head back down on my pillow and groan in exquisite agony.

Sometime later (I have no idea how much later), conscious thought managed to bubble up through the haze of pleasure into my mind. I was able to direct my right hand to rest atop my sister’s head, just holding it for a bit before sliding down to stroke her hair and caress her cheek. I heard her moan at my touch, the vibration of her voice causing wonderful things to happen to my dick. And then she caved in her cheeks to give me even more intense suction.

And then the sensations were gone. I wasn’t yet awake enough to process the passage of time. She could have left me for thirty seconds or she could have left me for an hour; I really don’t know. All I really know is that the next time I felt her physical presence, the weight of her body had shifted the surface of the mattress. Her thighs were pressed to the outer sides of my own. There was moisture pressing against the tip of my cock, a different feeling from the inside of her mouth. And then suddenly constricting, concentric pleasure was pushing down around my shaft, reminding me of the way she had deep-throated me before and yet so very, VERY different.

“Soooo ... biiiig...” she moaned softly.

That’s when my state of awareness finally woke up enough to inform me that I was having sex. For the first time in two months, I was having sex. I knew with absolute certainty that I was balls-deep inside a hot, moist pussy. And it felt so, SO good.

“Holy shit,” I muttered softly.

Surprised? Yes. I was shocked more like it. But I didn’t question it. Why would I question it? I was getting fucked and I wasn’t about to do or say anything that might result in NOT getting fucked anymore.

My eyes fluttered again; this time remaining open. I didn’t sleep with nightlights or anything like that. Illumination in the room came from the tiny LEDs of electronic devices like the power cable plug on my laptop and the clock on my nightstand, so it wasn’t pitch black, but I still couldn’t see more than a hazy outline of the figure that undulated in my lap.

I had other senses, however. Strength poured into my limbs and I slid both hands up the bare skin of my sister’s thighs. I held her hips for a few seconds, gripping them for leverage to thrust upward a couple of times. She whimpered as I did so, clearly enjoying the sensations, but I didn’t let my hands linger. I slid my hands further upward, feeling the fabric of her shirt against my knuckles as my fingers slid underneath it. Moments later, my palms cupped her breasts, big D-cups that confirmed her identity as Alex for me. She moaned and raised her own hands to cover mine, our skin separated by her shirt. But she directed me to squeeze and fondle her mammaries, something I did with a happy sigh. And after another minute, she reached down and ripped her nightshirt over her head, leaving her completely naked as she writhed and wriggled atop me.

This is FUN. Why didn’t we start doing this sooner? I asked myself, still not daring to say anything aloud lest I break the spell. Instead, I was happy to go along for the ride as long as she did.

I was still tweaking her nipples, rolling the tips between my thumbs and forefingers, when she suddenly bent forward and kissed me fiercely. This motion knocked my hands out of the way, but I was perfectly happy to grab hold of her juicy round buttcheeks and squeeze and fondle those instead. Alex’s tongue tangled with mine and she moaned into our liplock. She fucked me with a little more urgency, speeding up and pressing her clit down harder against my pelvic bone. She wrapped her arms around the back of my head, pushing forward so that instead of her big boobs being crushed against my chest, her big boobs were now mashed right up against my face. I could barely breathe, being smothered by my sister’s mammaries. But if I was gonna die tonight, oh what a way to go.

Neither of us said a word for most of that fuck, apart from her initial statement about how big I felt inside her and my ‘Holy shit’ exclamation. There were no whispered endearments or whimpered requests to fuck her harder, squeeze her boobs, or anything else like that. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t tell her how amazing it felt to be inside her, or how beautiful she looked riding my dick. We simply held each other, grunting and groaning as we humped each other in the dark like crazy teenagers trying not to get caught. Because when I thought about it, we really didn’t want to get caught. Michelle’s bedroom and mine shared a wall, after all.

Alex came first. Gritting her teeth, she bit down hard to stifle a scream while squeezing my head so hard against her tits I literally couldn’t breathe. Her hips slammed down hard, keeping me at full depth while I planted my feet flat on the bed to provide leverage enough to keep pumping her. But eventually her trembling body went limp and she collapsed flat on my chest.

My turn.

I gave her fifteen seconds or so to recover, not enough for her but an eternity for me. Then I swiftly rolled us over, a movement that disengaged our loins, and then paused to strip my pajamas off completely. But within moments, I fisted my cock, centered it on her cunt, and slammed myself back inside.

She groaned as the sudden penetration but remained passive beneath me. All four limbs were splayed out to the sides as I hooked my arms beneath her shoulders and started laying down the lumber. I luxuriated in the feel of Alex’s snatch surrounding every last inch of my solid shaft, but seeking to get even deeper, I reached back to grab hold of her legs, hooking her knees over my elbows before leaning over her to start pounding her once again.

Eventually, Alex’s eyes were able to focus on me once more. Again, she didn’t speak. She merely stared at me, eyes hooded with obvious lust. But she did silently mouth the words, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” taking care with her lips to shape every syllable so that there would be no doubt of her meaning.

I fucked her.

I REALLY fucked her.

I didn’t care one whit that she was my sister, that we were committing incest, and that what we were doing was considered morally wrong by polite society. I just knew that I loved her, that fucking her felt wholly and completely RIGHT in my heart.

And yeah, physically it felt fucking good.

Much like that night she gave me a blowjob, Alex seemed satisfied now that she’d had her monster orgasm. She didn’t need another one and instead focused on pleasing me. She stared up at me with an expression of mixed wonder and curiosity, like a child staring into the vastness of the night sky trying to count the stars. She reached up with both hands to rub my pecs, traced her fingers down across my washboard abs, and finally held my shoulders while continuing to look at me with deep adoration. At the same time, I could feel her clenching her cunt muscles and doing her best to match my rhythm with her own, thrusting her pelvis forward to meet my every thrust.

We didn’t get the timing right every time. We were not familiar with each other’s cadence, and I couldn’t predict what she’d do next. I actually got a little frustrated with her and grabbed both of her legs, hooking them over my shoulders as I got to my knees and grabbed her hips to try and keep her pinned in place so I could just jackhammer her at my own pace.

Turned out, she liked that quite a lot. Alex clenched her eyes shut, grit her teeth, and started tossing her head left and right while I went to town on her poor pussy. She whimpered and moaned, an aria of arousal that fed my motor, giving me extra energy to keep up the pace far longer than I would have normally done. Her hands had originally been holding my shoulders, but now they flopped back beside her head, half-propped against the headboard.

I could feel myself getting close, and only then did it occur to me that I had no idea if Alex was still taking her birth control. After more than a month isolated in the house during a pandemic, why would she? So I grunted in worry, “Are you safe?”

“Yes ... yes ... yes...” she moaned with her eyes still closed, but the rhythm of her responses matched my thrusts, so I wasn’t sure if she’d actually answered my question.

“Lex...” I warned, getting closer. “Do I need to pull out?”

“Cum in me ... I wanna feel it,” she crooned.

That wasn’t exactly a confirmation of birth control, but I was too far gone to care anymore. Gritting my teeth, I put every ounce of energy I had into pounding the hell out of my big sister’s little pussy, rapidly reaching the point of no return.

Her lower lip quivered, her chest thrust upward as she arched her back, and all of a sudden she was stifling another scream. Alex’s cunt clenched down HARD at the same time as the brand-new climax tore through her body. The incredible sensations milked my cock for its creamy cum, and my balls responded to fulfill her silent request. Both barrels fired, blasting away with heavy spurts of spunk that swiftly stuffed her snatch with steaming-hot semen. Alex shuddered suddenly, as if she could feel each impact deep inside her, and she couldn’t stifle a loud moan as the sensations swallowed up her sanity for just a moment.

I couldn’t control the volume of my groaning either, fireworks of pleasure lighting up my brain as I poured what felt like gallons of sperm into my big sister’s body. Twice more I jerked, digging my toes into the mattress to try and cram another two centimeters of cock into Alex’s cunt as I spurted the last few times. And then I collapsed, letting her legs fall away to the sides as I buried my forehead into the pillow beside my sister’s head and crushed her big bosoms beneath my chest.

Alex kissed my cheek, wrapped her arms around my neck, and raised her legs to cross her ankles behind my butt, hugging me tightly. She hummed quite happily while I continued gasping for breath, only now feeling a sense of disbelief that we’d crossed this line and actually committed incest.

But I didn’t regret it.

Not one bit.

It just felt... right...

Because I loved her.

No, I didn’t LOVE her love her. I mean, I wasn’t “in love” with her or anything like that. But I loved my big sister. I’d always loved her. And I always would.

So I told her that. “I love you, Lex.”

Turning her head to face me, she flashed me a brilliant smile and murmured back tiredly, “I love you, too.”

And then we slept.

Alex was gone when my alarm went off in the morning, the stickiness of dried fluids stuck to my inner thighs and my nudity beneath my blanket the only evidence of our nocturnal activities. Actually, there was a slightly damp, slightly crusty spot on my bedsheets where our mingled jism must’ve leaked out of her overnight. I debated whether or not to wash the sheets or leave the spot there as a reminder that I hadn’t imagined the whole thing (Yes, I washed the sheets).

Getting out of bed, I went through my morning routine, dressed, and went down to get breakfast before class. Michelle had no reason to comment about my distracted state because I wasn’t distracted in the slightest. My mind wasn’t wandering with ruminations about the consequences of my actions. I didn’t find myself “digressing”. I simply went about my day feeling completely at peace with where I was in my life.

No regrets.

No second-guessing myself.

It had just felt so right.

I loved her.

She loved me.

We weren’t going to try and get married or anything. But for now, in the middle of this pandemic, I knew I had found a way to support my big sister and keep up her spirits, immunocompromised or not. And I felt good about that.

Alex, on the other hand, didn’t look quite so peaceful. When she came down to start her morning coffee, she couldn’t quite look me in the eye. Michelle remarked that SHE looked distracted, and Alex just waved her off muttering something about not getting a full night’s sleep. And then my big sister was gone.

And NOW I started second-guessing myself.

I waited until a time when I knew Michelle had a Zoom class and Alex didn’t. After listening just outside Michelle’s closed bedroom door to make sure her class had started, I silently padded down the hall to Alex’s door and knocked twice.

“Who’s there?” she called.

“It’s me,” I said softly, not wanting my voice to carry loud enough for Michelle to hear, closed door or not. There was a pause, as ten seconds turned into twenty, and then thirty. Feeling a sense of déjà vu, I thought about saying something further, but before I could, the door popped open and Alex stood there with a resigned expression on her face. She waved me in, and I headed for her desk chair while she closed the door behind me.

“I’m sorry about last night,” she began with furrowed eyebrows as she took a seat on her bed and crossed her legs. She was dressed for school in a cute blouse over a spaghetti-strap camisole, suitable for a Zoom class, but comfy sweatpants on the bottom.

I popped my eyebrows. “You don’t have apologize for that.”

She fiddled with her fingers in her lap. “I took advantage of you while you were sleeping.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Is THAT what you’re telling yourself?”

She frowned. “It’s a fact. I snuck into my little brother’s room, molested him in my sleep, sucked his dick, and then mounted myself on him before he could really wake up and give verbal consent. That’s basically rape. Had the situations been reversed and you shoved yourself into Chelley while she was still asleep...”

I scowled and nodded reluctantly. “You may have a point, but (A) I’m a guy, and (B) I was more than happy to roll you over and hammer you into the mattress. As for not giving verbal consent, I was afraid you were a dream and I didn’t want to break the spell.”

Alex exhaled slowly, conceding, “I suppose.”

“To be clear: You have my consent. Anytime, anywhere, even if it’s in the middle of the night. Okay, maybe not anywhere. Like, probably best if you don’t strip me and try to start fucking while we’re hiking up on some ridge with Michelle and a bunch of other people around. But other than that ... Yeah. Consent anytime.”

Alex rolled her eyes, muttering, “You enjoyed yourself.”

“Of course I did! You were absofreakingly incredible. You were fan-fucking-tastic. I’m daydreaming about doing it again right now.” I arched an eyebrow again. “Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes...” My sister sighed and looked out the window. “But that doesn’t make it right.”

“Doesn’t make it wrong, either.”

“Of course it’s wrong. I’m your sister.”

“I’m aware of that fact.”

“We committed incest. Aren’t you torn up about that?”

“Not really.”

Alex shook her head in mild disgust. “Men. All they care about is whether or not you have a working vagina, emotions be damned.”

“Hey!” I got up from the chair and sat beside Alex, reaching over to rub her spine up and down before pulling her against my shoulder side-to-side. “I LOVE you, Lex. Now I’m not in love with you. And yeah, I haven’t necessarily felt it was a requirement to feel deep-seated emotions for a girl before I started having sex with her. But please don’t lump me in with your idea of a stereotypical male just out to get his rocks off. I DO have strong emotions for you. You KNOW I care about your happiness. I’m just saying that the whole ‘incest’ thing? Well ... no ... it doesn’t really bother me. We’re in the middle of a pandemic. All we have is each other. I do happen to have the only working erection in this house, and for the first time in two months I feel like there’s ACTUALLY something I can do to improve your mood! I’m thrilled!”

“You sure you’re not ‘thrilled’ because I let you blow a massive load of sperm into my twat?”

“Well of course I’m thrilled about that too. And I didn’t hear you complaining at the time.”

“Only because I didn’t want to make enough noise for Michelle to hear.”

I leveled a look at her, not believing the lie.

“Okay fine. I had one of the greatest orgasms of my life feeling you spurt inside me. Happy now?”

“Yes! Knowing that I did that for you makes me very happy.” I grinned, but then took a deep breath and turned myself to face her a little more directly. And I stated with heartfelt sincerity, “At the same time, I’m only happy if you’re okay with this. I want to make perfectly clear that you did NOT rape me. I don’t regret what we did, and I’d love to continue ... assisting ... you in satisfying your sexual urges from time to time. But if the incest thing really bothers you and you want everything to go back to the way it was before, that’s okay too. I love you and I’ll accept whatever it is that you need.”

Alex blinked a few times and looked down at her fiddling fingers in her lap for a long time. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, controlling her breathing as if she were in a yoga class. And she closed her eyes for several seconds before opening them and then fixing me with a look I couldn’t quite decipher right away.

“Do you really mean all that?” she asked softly.

I nodded. “Every word.”

She reached one hand up, caressing my cheek as she stared into my eyes, searching for ... something. I tried to pour all my love and affection into my gaze, willing her to understand. Her hand caressed my cheek for a little longer, and the hint of a smile started to tug at the corners of her lips. And then quite slowly and deliberately, she slid her hand behind my head, drew me closer to her face, and she pressed her lips to mine.

The kiss didn’t last long, but it was long enough for her to sigh happily and press her tongue into my mouth for a little while. It was over way before I wanted it to be over, but she turned her head away and stared into her lap, fiddling with her fingers.

Shaking her head, Alex muttered, “You really DO have the only working penis in the house. It’s been less than two months of quarantine and already my vibrators aren’t cutting it.”

“We can tell. You bitch about it to Emily often enough.”

Sighing, Alex groaned, “I thought I could handle that one night I gave you a blowjob. It was such a... naughty ... thing to do. I got an illicit charge out of that, and it definitely put me in a good mood for a few days. But at the same time, it didn’t get ME off. I went into your room last night thinking I would just suck you off again, maybe finger myself while I was doing it. I wasn’t planning to fuck you, but you have such a beautiful dick, and I couldn’t get the idea of riding it out of my head.”

Her voice trailed off, but sensing she wasn’t done yet, I didn’t speak.

“I still can’t get the idea out of my head,” she added.

I smirked. “Well now -I- can’t get it out of my head, either.”

Alex rolled her eyes and got off the bed.

“Hey Lex?” I called.

She glanced back at me.

“Uhhh, I just wanted to confirm. Are you still on the pill? I tried to ask last night but you were a little ... vague.”

She chuckled. “Yes. Not that I was expecting to get laid or anything, but my periods can get irregular so I’ve kept taking them.”

I visibly relaxed.

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay for us to keep fucking.”

“Fair enough.”

Walking over to the door, she reached out and grabbed the handle but did not yet turn it.

“I don’t know what I want yet,” she explained. “I’m not saying it’s never going to happen again, but I’m not saying it is. You may be fine with what we’re doing, but I need to think about this a little more, okay?”

“Okay.” I nodded my understanding as I got off the bed and approached her, saying sincerely, “I love you, Lex.”

She smiled at me and nodded. “I love you, too.”

And then I left.

Nothing happened between me and Alex for the next several days. I never woke up in the middle of the night feeling something tickle my balls. She never invited me into her bedroom. She never even gave me more than a simple hug during the day. On the bright side, she wasn’t standoffish, and she could smile and have a conversation with me face-to-face without getting all awkward. We ate our meals, attended our classes, and generally went about our normal pandemic-world routine. I played some video games, the girls FaceTimed their friends, we read some books, and streamed TV shows. In a word, everything was: normal.

On Saturday, the three of us went on a 10-mile bike ride, picked up fast food on the way home for dinner, and watched Extraction on Netflix. After the movie was over, I went into my room and cued up Pornhub.

But then came Sunday.

It started off normally enough. I woke up after 11am. Alex was in her room but had the door open while she worked on a school project. Michelle was in the kitchen and said she was making brunch for everyone. I gave her a big hug of thanks and then went to pour myself some orange juice.

Alex joined us for the meal, and we chatted about nothing in particular. Michelle announced that she was doing a Costco run that evening as we were running low on some of the supplies and asked us to write down anything we needed. We scribbled a few things onto Michelle’s notepad and left it next to the table where we kept the car keys, just in case someone thought of something else to buy between now and then, and split up to go our separate ways.

I started by washing the dishes and frying pan. Alex went back upstairs to finish her school project. And Michelle stretched out across the big sofa to read a book. Everything was utterly and completely “normal”, the way it had been now for days.

In the afternoon, Alex chatted with her friends for a bit, but we convinced her to play games with us for a while. And then it was time for Michelle to make her Costco run.

Ever since we were kids our family had gone to Costco around 5 to 5:30pm on a weekend. We could eat cheap hot dogs and pizza for dinner (always a treat for a kid), and more importantly, it was never that busy right before closing time. This was especially important during a pandemic to keep down the risk of bringing coronavirus home to Alex, so Michelle put on her N95 mask and headed out. For some reason, Alex went to the front window and pulled back the curtain a few inches, watching the car back out of the driveway, turn down the street, and drive away.

And then she POUNCED.

I had turned on Netflix before the car had even left the garage. I’d been rapidly thumbing the arrows, scrolling around somewhat aimlessly hoping something would trigger an impulse inside me saying, “Watch me! I’ll actually be interesting!”

The point is, I had NO idea my arms would be suddenly full of horny sister until the moment they were. And then suddenly Alex’s tongue was in my mouth while her hands slid beneath the hem of my shirt to scratch her fingernails over my abs.

Now this is interesting...

Seconds later, she broke our kiss to cross her arms and abruptly rip her baggy sweatshirt over her head, baring those big boobs to my gaze supported by a flesh-toned bra.

“Lex?” I questioned just once while staring at her breasts.

“I wanna do it on the couch,” she husked breathlessly while reaching behind herself to unsnap the bra. The cups popped forward as if on springs, and she quickly shucked the garment off her arms before grabbing my head and yanking it into her cleavage.

I nodded my agreement wordlessly, brushing my nose across her nipple. My arms wrapped around her body as I kissed and licked the globes of Alex’s bountiful bosom, finally pulling back far enough to take a puffy pink nub into my mouth. I suckled like a baby while she cooed at me, stroking my hair. Meanwhile, her hand inverted and slid down into my shorts, grasping my rapidly growing erection.

She gave me enough time to switch boobs, suckling at the other teat. I couldn’t decide yet which one was my favorite breast. More taste testing would be required, I was sure. But for now, my sister dismounted me, stood up, and started yanking down her sweatpants and gestured for me to do the same.

Seconds later, she stood up, fully naked, while I hadn’t removed a thing. She gave me an annoyed look, gesturing at me and saying expectantly, “Well?”

I blinked a few times and only then started to pull off my shirt. When it was off, I apologized by saying, “Sorry, but I just had to stop and stare at you. You’re gorgeous, Lex.”

She practically melted and immediately hopped her bare-naked body right back into my lap, wrapping her arms and kissing me warmly. But a few seconds later, she got off me again, muttering, “Hurry up!” She suited actions to words by grabbing the waistband of my shorts and yanking them down to my knees.

“Hey, hey, relax,” I told her, reaching out to caress my sister’s cheek. “Michelle will be gone for at least an hour, maybe even two.”

“Yeah well maybe I want to fuck you more than once, maybe even thrice.”

My jaw dropped. “Three times?”

She flashed me a wicked grin. “If you can get it up, I’d love to help you make it go back down.”

No, we didn’t make it to “thrice”, but we did make it to “twice”. After she got me naked, Alex knelt on the floor in front of me, worshiping my cock with her mouth and hands for a few minutes to make sure I was as hard as an iron pole before climbing aboard and riding me. I slobbered all over her tits and squeezed her butt-cheeks, using them as handholds to pin her clit down against my pelvic bone and really grind her against me. With nobody else in the house she didn’t have to stifle her screams, although she made sure not to get loud enough to alert the neighbors or anything like that.

After cumming, Alex got off me and then bent herself over the backrest, wiggling her juicy butt back at me. I happily stepped between her legs, held her hips, and slammed my way in from behind. As before, my sister had been satisfied by her first orgasm and seemed happy to let me seek out my own. Also as before, she enjoyed my up-tempo hammering enough to climax a second time.

I had stopped myself from busting my nut inside her while she recovered from that second orgasm. And when she realized I was still hard, she looked back at me with a coy smile and asked, “Do you wanna cum inside me? Or do you wanna cum ON me?”

My eyes grew as big as saucers for a moment, and she already knew my answer. She leaned forward far enough to disengage us, spun around to kneel atop the couch cushions, and wrapped her lips around my shaft. Grabbing hold of my ass, she directed me to face-fuck her a bit while she tried to open her throat, not quite succeeding all the time, and she had to stop and cough a bit.

At that, I stopped face-fucking her, unable to see my big sister in tears. But she waved me off and simply grabbed on with both hands, twisting and stroking and begging me to squirt my jizz all over her pretty face.

About a minute later, I did just that, the first shot splattering across her nose and forehead. She closed her eyes and leaned in, coaxing out more and more cream while she circled her face to one side or the other, trying to spread out my spunk until she was literally covered in incestuous brother-cum.

“How do I look?” she asked with an impish smile.

“You look amazing,” I said truthfully.

“You know what I love about you?” she asked, scraping a glob of cum off her eyelid with one finger and popping it into her mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop.

“What?”

“I love the heat in your voice when you give me these compliments, or when you tell me you love me. I know with one hundred percent certainty that you mean every last syllable.”

“I do. I really do.”

She giggled, scooped up more cum into her mouth, and then got up to go clean the rest of her face off.

I sat back to catch my breath for a bit, and then went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I had a feeling I’d need to stay hydrated around her. Alex returned a few minutes later, checked the clock, and started gathering up her clothing. From the kitchen, I frowned and shot her a puppy dog look, complaining, “I thought you said you wanted to go for ‘thrice’.”

Alex smiled. “We took about a half-hour. I want at least one more round, but we should probably take this upstairs, just in case Michelle comes back early. We’ll hear the garage door go up and you can scramble back to your room if need be.”

I nodded and replied, “Makes sense.”

Alex nodded and started heading for the stairs, looking quite giddy that we were doing this. But after three steps, she stopped and looked back at me, an almost nervous expression on her face.

I had started to follow her but stopped and arch an eyebrow. “What is it?”

My sister blushed and gave me a hopeful look. “Would you go down on me?”

I snorted. “Is THAT what you’re worried about? Of course, Lex. Anytime, anywhere.”

“Michelle, wake up your brother,” Mom drawled on the screen.

My sister elbowed me in the ribs, pretty hard, startling me from my daydream. “Huh? Whuh?”

“I was asking,” Mom scolded me, “If you’re taking good care of Alexandra.”

I blinked twice in shock as panic set in. “Whu-what?” I squawked.

From the other side of Michelle on the couch, Alex leaned toward the middle of the camera frame and explained, “He’s taking care of me just fine, Mom. Picked up my meds on Tuesday and I know he’s being careful to social distance. Plus, the door hinge broke off the bathroom cabinet on Wednesday and he patched it up. He cleaned up the yard. He vacuumed the TV room. He does everything I tell him to do like an obedient little brother.”

Michelle grumped. “Well he didn’t help ME bring in any of the Costco stuff when I got home today.”

Blushing pink, I muttered, “I was ... uh ... kinda busy.”

Michelle rolled her eyes and explained, “He was jerking off to internet porn.”

“Chelle!” I squawked.

“Please don’t ever tell me about that stuff.” Mom facepalmed and shook her head. “Speaking of Costco, are you well-stocked on supplies? Toilet paper?”

“Yeah, we got plenty,” Michelle replied before continuing to list off everything we had. I thought a simple ‘yes’ would have sufficed, but women think a little differently than I do. And while my little sister prattled on, I went back to reminiscing about what Alex and I had been doing during that Costco run.

I had indeed gone down on my sister as soon as we got into her bedroom. I loved hearing her moan and groan in reaction to everything I did, and I happily feasted on her for twenty minutes and I know she had at least three orgasms. She especially liked it when I sucked on her clit while ramming two fingers in and out of her cunt. And when I flipped my hand so that I could curl those fingers in a “come here” gesture, she screamed her pretty little head off and dumped a fresh load of girlcum all over my face.

After that, she grabbed my hair and yanked on it none too gently, calling for me to climb on and fuck her. I actually wanted to try giving her one more oral orgasm, but she drummed her heels on my back and ordered me in her Big Sister voice to obey, and laughing, I slid up the lush wonderland of her body, pausing to suck both tits along the way.

Giggling, she commented about how wet my face was and told me to grab a few tissues, but not before holding my head in her hands and licking my lips, moaning as she tasted her own pussy juice. After that, I dried off as best I could, settled back between her legs, and she guided my dick into her steaming snatch with her own hand.

Alex only had one more orgasm while we fucked. Not even me jack-hammering the hell out of her toward the end was enough to set her off again, not that she seemed to mind. If anything, she seemed distracted, no longer paying attention to the way my prick pounded in and out of her pussy. She was watching my face, staring at me with a look of sweet adoration. And toward the end she hooked her ankles around my calves, holding me close so that I couldn’t take really big lunges into her body.

Instead, we practically cuddled, albeit with me inside her. I made short grinding motions, keeping myself at full depth carving my cock counterclockwise around the inner walls of her cunt. We kissed and we kissed and we kissed some more. When I stopped to think about it, Alex and I were no longer fucking just to relieve pent up sexual cravings. Those needs had already been satisfied and now...

Now ... we’d started making love.

And as if to reinforce that idea, the next time we broke for air, Alex batted her eyelashes at me, gave me the sweetest look, and craned her neck up so she could peck my nose, crooning, “I love you, squirt.”

I grinned and kissed her back, saying, “I love you, too.”

And then I came, and the world was filled with light.

Five minutes later, the real world came back to me. I was still buried inside of her, Alex murmuring happy mumbles into my neck while she stroked my sweaty back and rubbed my shoulders. I realized my heavy weight must have been crushing her, so I tried to push myself up and off, but she cinched her ankles around my calves again and clutched me close, not ready yet to let me go.

And that’s when we felt a low rumble under the floor beneath us. Alex’s bedroom was right on top of the garage, and we both heard the sounds of the garage door rolling up. Michelle was home.

Alex practically threw me off her, my dick exiting her sodden pussy with a squish, and she scrambled to grab my clothes and toss them to me. “Go to your room,” she hissed. “I’m gonna jump in the shower.”

I nodded and started to get dressed. “I’ll go help Michelle bring in all the Costco stuff.”

“NO! Are you crazy!” Alex hissed even louder. “You smell like you’ve been fucking me for an hour and your face still has dried pussy juice on it! Go to your room!”

I gestured out the door. “But she’ll get upset if I don’t help her carry everything in!”

“Then she’ll get upset. You smell like sex and then she’ll know. Just go to your room! After I’ve finished, you can take a shower too, alright? I’ll tell her we decided to do a workout video together while she was out, and then you went upstairs to fantasize about porking Pamela Reif.”

“Fine, fine.” I’d only managed to pull my shorts on but held my shirt in my hands. I headed for the door, but just before I got there, Alex caught my arms and stopped me.

“I mean it,” she said sincerely. “I love you.”

I grinned, replied, “I love you, too.” I kissed her and then fled. A minute later, I heard the shower start up in the bathroom.

A minute after that, Michelle started complaining loudly from downstairs that I wasn’t helping her bring in all the stuff from Costco. I locked my bedroom door and tried to ignore her. And when I finally took a shower and came downstairs, she was still pretty mad. It only occurred to me afterward that there was no reason I couldn’t have been taking a shower at the same time Alex was. We did have two bathrooms after all.

But I wasn’t worried about it. Michelle and I had a strong enough relationship that she’d get over it. I’d probably have to do some chore or another to make it up to her, though.

Back to the parental FaceTime, Alex and Mom were talking about something, and I started thinking back over everything that had happened ever since that fateful moment when my towel had slipped to the floor in the hallway after my shower. I thought about her sneaking into my bedroom later that night to pull my cock out through my pajama pants and then panicking when I woke up. I thought about her barging in on me while I’d been jerking off to that Billionaire story. I thought about her giving me a blowjob in her room, then having sex in my room, and finally everything we’d just done today.

In all that time, she’d never before said “I love you” to me. I mean, she said she loved my cock, and she replied “I love you, too” after I’d said the words first.

But this time... she’d said it first.

Twice.

And I got a silly smile on my face.

Michelle elbowed me in the ribs, muttering, “He’s not paying attention again. Must be thinking about sex because he’s got a pretty big tent in his shorts.”

I sat up straight and covered my crotch with both hands, blushing pink.

Mom groaned and facepalmed again. “I TOLD you not to tell me that stuff.”

Given that a week had passed between Alex’s first blowjob and then her mounting me in my bedroom, and then several days had passed until we banged twice while Michelle had gone to Costco, I wasn’t expecting an encore anytime soon.

I was prepared to act like everything was normal for a while, going about our daily routines until Alex got an urge again and initiated something. But it turned out I wouldn’t need to wait nearly that long.

Monday night, I woke up in the middle of the night to find my sister’s lips wrapped around my schlong. She only sucked me long enough to get me rock hard, and then flopped onto her back so I could do all the work. We actually spent more time exploring each other’s bodies like kids checking out new playgrounds instead of being quite so orgasm-focused. But of course she still went back to her room with a squishy load in her snatch.

Tuesday afternoon, Michelle went for a run around the neighborhood. I had been eating chips and salsa as an after-school snack, and two minutes after Michelle left, Alex pulled down my shorts and fed on my prick until SHE got an after-school snack.

Wednesday, we didn’t do anything, but on Thursday night, Alex woke me with a sweet kiss while her fingernails scratched my abs. Her hand then slid into my pants, began stroking my shaft, and she told me she wanted to fuck in her room. Being further down the hall, we could at least be a little louder. My ejaculation was so good that I fell asleep in her bed again. But she woke up around 5am and urgently shooed me out, lest we get caught. That had been a close one, and she scolded me not to fall asleep in her bed anymore.

And then came Friday.

“You’ve seemed pretty happy, lately,” Michelle commented as she pushed her pawn to F5.

I arched an eyebrow and asked, “What do you mean?” I moved my bishop to H5. “Check”.

“You’re smirking,” my little sister explained.

“Because you’re in check.”

“You’ve been smirking for days.”

I shrugged. “I’ve been in a good mood.”

“I just said you’ve been in a good mood. I’m just wondering why.”

I shrugged again. “Am I really acting abnormally?”

She mused on that, finally sighing and moving her king out of check. “‘Abnormally’ isn’t the right word. You’ve just been ... perky!”

I chuckled and slid my queen over to D4. “Check. I’m having a good week.”

“I’ll say.” She frowned, trying to figure out how to get out of my trap. “You meet some hot chick on Snapchat or something?”

“What? No. Not even looking.” I frowned, a lightbulb suddenly turning on above my head. Mom had once explained that nobody ever asked a question without that topic being on their mind first. “Wait, have you met somebody on Snapchat?”

Michelle jerked her head back, her ears turning pink. “What are you talking about? No...” But she couldn’t look me in the eyes and immediately started fidgeting.

“You have, haven’t you?”

“I have a boyfriend,” she sputtered.

“A boyfriend you haven’t seen since before the pandemic and never talk to on the phone. I think the appropriate phrase is that you were ‘dating’ somebody but aren’t dating him anymore.”

Michelle regained some composure and pursed her lips. “I really haven’t met anybody on Snapchat, alright?”

“But you’ve been surfing, haven’t you? Checking out guys?” I chuckled. “If you’re looking for masturbation material, I can certainly say Pornhub will provide more immediate gratification.”

“Eww, don’t be gross. And there’s nothing wrong with ... browsing ... on Snapchat.”

“You posting sexy videos of yourself?”

“Seriously, no.” Michelle made a face. “I’m not like that.”

“You slide into the DMs of somebody? A hunky Zac Efron-type with washboard abs?”

She giggled. “Would you be jealous if I did?”

I snorted. “You’re my sister. I wouldn’t be jealous, just overprotective. I’d threaten to drive over to the guy’s house with a baseball bat.”

“Please don’t.”

“Did some guy DM you back?”

She turned to look away. “I’m not saying.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Are you DM’ing him videos of yourself in your underwear?”

“We are NOT having this conversation.”

“Fine, fine.” I gestured to the board. “You’re still in check.”

Michelle nodded glumly, still trying to figure a way out of my trap. She wasn’t in checkmate ... yet. But unless she came up with something unexpected, she would be in just two more moves. But before she moved a piece, her head came up sharply. “Waitaminute! I was grilling YOU. How the hell did we get talking about ME?”

I just grinned and replied, “Checkmate.”

“Hey guys. Mind if I join you?”

Michelle and I looked behind us, surprised to see Alex standing by the wall wearing a hot pink sports bra and black workout pants. She had workout gloves on her hands and held a set of dumbbells.

I had my hand on the remote, thumbing through videos, I was about to pick a Sydney Cummings workout, but gave Michelle a questioning look first.

“Yeah, of course,” Michelle replied with a smile. “You were the one that put us onto these videos in the first place.”

“That’s what I thought,” Lex said. “I figured, why do this alone in my room when we’re all watching the same videos anyway.”

I took a quick look around and decided to slide the coffee table out of the way. We had enough floor space in front of the TV for both me and Michelle to exercise, but not all three of us. Afterwards, I set up my stuff in the spot where the coffee table used to be and cued up the video. Alex got into position in my usual spot, and then turned and looked back at me over her shoulder.

“I think he just wants to stare at our butts from back there,” Alex quipped.

Michelle giggled and looked back at me. She nodded and smirked at her big sister, “I think you’re right.”

I blushed, stared at my feet, and didn’t respond. I really did want to stare at their butts. I mean Alex’s butt. She truly was “built for comfort” as my friends would say. I figured it was okay to perve on her since we were fucking, but I was still trying to be a good brother about NOT treating my little sister like a sex object. Thankfully, ever since Alex had started sucking on my schlong, I’d been able to keep myself from fantasizing about Michelle masturbating in the shower. But now that the girls had put the idea in my head, I knew I wouldn’t be able to NOT think about gawking at my little sister’s tight ass in those super-small volleyball shorts. If Alex was built for comfort, then Michelle was built for speed.

Stop thinking that!

Forty minutes later, all three of us were flat on our backs across the carpet, staring at the ceiling and sucking wind. That workout had been INTENSE. I still had a little bit of water in my bottle, and without getting up I chugged whatever was left.

“Good workout, all,” Michelle said encouragingly. “We made it.”

“Speak for yourself,” I wheezed. “I think I died five minutes ago.”

“That was fun,” Alex commented, sitting up first. She didn’t even look that tired. I had long known she was the gym rat of the family. “Thanks for letting me join.”

“Anytime,” Michelle replied. “You were always welcome.”

“Yeah, totally,” I added without really thinking about it. “Anytime, anywhere.”

Alex shot me a look, a warning in her eyes, but I just chuckled and went back to staring at the ceiling. Michelle didn’t notice as she had started getting up.

“I call dibs on first shower,” my little sister said while nudging me with her foot. “YOU can put away the weights.”

I waved her off. I’d been putting away the weights all week, and doing any other minor chores Michelle could think of, as penance for not helping bring in the Costco stuff on Sunday. Michelle left, and after taking several deep breaths, I finally started to think about getting up.

But before I could, I felt my gym shorts being pulled down and my limp penis was suddenly exposed to the air. I jerked in surprise and looked own to find Alex shushing me with an index finger in front of her lips, and then she bent to take a slow, languid lick along my dick from balls to tip. It started growing immediately.

“What are you doing?” I whispered. “She could still come back downstairs!”

“I can’t wait,” Alex moaned softly, nursing my prick with her lips and tongue while scratching my balls with her fingernails. After staring at my sister’s asses for the last 40 minutes, watching them move and jiggle and flex in their skintight clothing, I’d already been half-aroused and her ministrations took me to full hardness quite quickly.

“At least wait until you hear the shower turn on,” I muttered, trying to pull my shorts back up.

Alex sighed, sitting up next to me and nodding her agreement. I managed to get my erection tucked back in, although she lay her hand atop the bulge and rubbed it slowly. Ears cocked and eyes toward the stairway, she remained alert for any sign of Michelle coming back down while mumbling softly, “I still remember the first time I saw him.”

I frowned, not understanding as a small pang of jealousy hit me. “Him?”

Alex glanced down, saw my expression, and giggled before returning her attention toward the stairs. Still outside my shorts, she squeezed my dick for emphasis, repeating, “Him.”

I finally understood she was referring to my dick, and I barked a short laugh. “Oh, him.”

“You were in the bathroom taking a shower, so I just went to Mom and Dad’s room to pee. You came outside in such a hurry, with SUCH big tent in your towel it was comical.”

I covered my face and groaned, recalling that night when I couldn’t get the thought of Michelle masturbating out of my head. Unwilling to jerk off to thoughts of my little sister, I’d simply tried to escape to my room and was thoroughly unsuccessful at doing so without exposing myself.

Breathing hard, Alex continued while letting her hand slide beneath my waistband once again. I was rock hard, and her cool fingers wrapped around my shaft, pumping slowly. “The step aside to avoid bumping into me, the towel slipped ... and there he was.”

“You can stop talking now,” I mumbled into my hands.

“He was beautiful. I couldn’t get him out of my head.”

“Which is why you snuck into my room that night to get another look.”

Alex frowned and looked down at me. “Wait, what?”

I frowned right back at her, furrowing my eyebrows. “You don’t remember or something? It was like 3am. You snuck into my room, pulled me out through the flap in my pajamas, and got me hard. I woke up and you ran away. A guy doesn’t forget the first time his big sister grabs his penis.”

My big sister blinked at me rapidly while shaking her head, looking thoughtful. “I think you’re confused with the first night when I snuck into your room, started sucking you off, and then mounted you before you even woke up. I never snuck into your room before that.”

My frown deepened as I propped myself up on my elbows while Alex pulled her hand out of my shorts. “Waitaminute. If YOU didn’t sneak into my room that night, then...”

“It was me,” Michelle said quietly from somewhere behind me. I jerked my head around in surprise to find that she was standing by the wall, still clad in her sports bra and volleyball shorts, although she’d removed the tank top. She’d never started a shower.

In a panic, I glanced at Alex, exchanged a ‘holy-shit-what-do-we-do-now-how-much-did-she-hear’ look with her, and then turned back to Michelle.

With a torn expression, Michelle looked down, fidgeted with her fingers, and admitted shyly, “I was horny and we were checking each other out a little bit that night. I started masturbating in the shower thinking about you but stopped because it felt really dirty but then I couldn’t get you out of my mind because I’ve seen you get hard every now and again and for some reason I got super-curious just how BIG your cock really was so I started tossing and turning and couldn’t sleep and figured I could just sneak in and take a peek but then you weren’t even hard so I started jacking you off and it just got like ... HUGE ... but then you woke up and I freaked out and ran away.”

Michelle was out of breath by the end of that, her face having gone beyond a pink blush to a deeper red. She refused to look me in the eye, instead staring down at her fidgeting fingers. And heaven help me, I was staring at her super-hard nipples pointing like bullets through her sports bra.

A long, awkward silence followed. Michelle was blushing in embarrassment, Alex and I gawked at each other a couple of times, but neither of us knew what to say.

But eventually, Michelle spoke again. Still breathing hard, she picked her head up, fixed Alex with a very intense stare, and intoned softly, “But I never mounted myself on him before he even woke up. You HAVE to tell me what THAT was like.”

“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.”

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.”

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 naked chest against her naked back, feeling absolutely nothing to form a barrier between her skin and mine. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the firm breast I was currently palming as the arm wrapped around her body. And with that arm as leverage, I held her tightly while reflexively sliding my morning wood through the cleft of her bare buttcheeks.

“You’re awake,” my little sister murmured.

“Nngh,” I grunted, technically no longer unconscious but not wholly alert yet either. But after a few seconds I became fully aware of where I was, who I was with, and what I was currently doing, and I stopped dry-humping my sister’s butt and muttered, “Sorry. Didn’t realize what I was doing.”

“No, don’t stop,” Michelle sighed. “You seemed happy to be doing that.”

I hummed contentedly, just pressing the length of my hot dog a little deeper into her buns. “I’m just happy to be here, holding you like this.”

“I know what’ll make us both even happy-er,” she replied, emphasizing the last syllable. “Can you slip into me from behind?”

“Seriously?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve never had morning sex before, but I wanna try.”

“Sounds good to me.” Shifting slightly on the bed, I pushed Michelle’s right leg forward a bit and adjusted my own hips to get myself lined up. Her pussy lips were still somewhat closed, but I managed to notch my mushroom head into position and start pushing. My little sister moaned softly as I slowly pressed my way inside. It took a little while – she was still SUPER tight. But after a minute or so, we were fully joined and I paused at full-depth to kiss the back of Michelle’s neck.

“I love you, Chelle,” I murmured warmly.

She actually clenched her cunt muscles around my cock, giggling as she replied, “I love you, too.”

“You know what they call a couple that depends on the ‘pulling out’ method?” Alex asked later that morning over Sunday brunch.

Michelle and I exchanged glances, neither of us knowing the answer.

Alex waited a few seconds before answering, “Parents.”

Michelle frowned, and I scowled at Alex. “Really? We had this wonderful night together, we want to share with our big sister, and your bright idea is to try and make her freak out about being pregnant every day until her next period?”

“Relax,” Alex drawled with a smirk. “Our periods are pretty regular, like clockwork, and she’s always a week ahead of me. Mine’s due a week from Monday, which means she’s due to start tomorrow. Even if you flooded her, her fertility window has long since passed and the odds of her getting knocked up are astronomical. So even if she were inclined to freak out, she wouldn’t be freaking out for very long.”

I shook my head and squeezed Michelle’s hand. She’d been holding it almost non-stop all morning. “Is that true? You’re not worried?”

She gave me a little shake of her head. “No, not really. I did the math, too. Plus, you’ve been pulling out.”

I raised both eyebrows. “Still, we’re gonna have to get you on the pill.”

Michelle blinked and smiled. “Actually, I already took care of that.”

I frowned. “What?”

“I didn’t tell you, but on Tuesday I went to the doctor and got a prescription for birth control. I was going to start taking them the day my period started, which should be tomorrow. I’d originally planned to give you my virginity after my period ended in another week or so, but ... well...” She blushed as her voice trailed off.

I squeezed her hand back. “I’m glad you didn’t make me wait that long.”

She gave me an apologetic look. “But you’re going to have to wait a little longer to do it again. I’m sorry about that. I had hoped that once we started we would never have to stop.”

Alex shrugged. “You don’t have to stop. Loverboy here can go buy condoms. And even if period-sex can get a little messy, it’s doable. I’ve done it a few times. Condoms help with that, too.”

I made a face. I’d had period-sex a couple of times myself, and the blood was a serious turn-off. Michelle didn’t look too enthused either.

“And then of course, he can put it in your ass. You certainly can’t get pregnant if he blows in your ass.”

Michelle’s eyes flew open WIDE. “WHAT? Eww!”

“Sure!” Alex grinned and then frowned at me, only now seeing my surprised expression. “Wait, bro. You’ve never had anal?”

I popped my eyebrows, feeling embarrassed for some reason. “Uhhh ... well...”

“Really?” Alex looked surprised. “Hot guy like you? Ripped abs and all? Never talked a girl into letting you into her butt?”

“It ... uh ... never came up.”

“Wait, I can get your last cherry?” Alex popped up to her feet. “Oh, we are SOOO doing this.”

“Fuuuuuuck...” Alex groaned gutturally, her eyes clenched shut as she concentrated on the feelings. She was reclining back against her headboard, knees up with her legs spread to the sides, giving us an unobstructed view of her entire crotch.

If you had told me a month ago that Michelle and I would be in our big sister’s room watching her insert a series of increasingly-sized butt plugs into her anus while buzzing herself with a pink vibrator, I would have threatened to cut your balls off for suggesting something so filthy.

My how times had changed.

“We are NOT talking about this tonight with Mom and Dad,” Michelle intoned quietly.

“Well, they DO keep asking me if I’m taking good care of my sisters,” I quipped. Michelle backhanded my upper arm.

“Fuuuuuuck...” Alex groaned again.

“Are we really gonna do this?” I asked a little skeptically.

“Mr. Happy certainly seems ready,” Michelle commented, patting the bulge in my shorts. She turned it into a caress and didn’t take her hand away.

I snorted. “Pretty girl. Buck naked. Inviting me to come fuck her ass. Of course he’s ready.”

“What, you’re saying you’d get hard for just any pretty girl who invited you to fuck her?” Michelle queried with a teasing smile and an arched eyebrow. “Should I be jealous?”

“Lex isn’t ‘just any pretty girl’. What, you’re gonna be jealous of your own big sister?”

“Of course not.”

“That ... does ... bring up ... the point...” Alex wheezed until she turned off the vibrator, closed her eyes, and let her head fall back while she tried to calm down a bit. After two deep breaths, she said much more clearly, “I get what you two say about being in love with each other. I won’t say it’s right or wrong or you’re not allowed or anything like that. But you both know there isn’t a wedding bells and happily ever after kind of ending here, right?”

Michelle and I exchanged a glance. My little sister looked like she didn’t want to rule anything out, but as much as I loved Michelle, I agreed with Alex. “Of course we do,” I confirmed.

“So you can’t actually get jealous of each other,” Alex continued as she picked her head up to look at us. “Well, I guess you can, but you shouldn’t.”

“None of it matters, anyway,” I said dismissively. “We’re stuck together for the foreseeable future, so it’s not like any of us is going to have any opportunities to get jealous. None of us can even meet anybody else!”

“And when the pandemic is over?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Michelle spoke up, a frown etched on her face. “Wait, are you saying you might want to see other people once we get out of quarantine?”

I heard the tone in her voice, the same accusatory tone Avery had in her voice whenever I did something particularly thoughtless, and instantly felt defensive. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t say you’d remain faithful to me even after quarantine is over, either.”

“I ... I haven’t really thought about it.”

“You haven’t?” Michelle squawked.

“Well ... not yet,” I sputtered lamely. “Have you?”

“Of course!”

“And you were planning to be faithfully monogamous to me?”

“Of course!”

“Oh.”

“You weren’t? What the fuck!”

“Wait-wait-wait. How is this a serious issue? You’re my little sister. Let’s be reasonable. On no planet could you and I be an actual couple out there in the real world.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what IS the point?”

“The POINT is that the man I’m in LOVE with hasn’t thought about whether or not he’s gonna be faithful to me!”

“I just ... I haven’t thought about it yet! I don’t know yet!”

“Whaddaya mean you don’t know yet! I gave you my virginity LAST NIGHT and less than 24 hours later you’re already thinking about who you get to pork next?”

“Ohmigawd! Are we really having this conversation right now?” I gestured with both hands to our big sister’s butt-plugged anus and sputtered, “L-L-Lex is literally buck naked and waiting for it right now!”

Michelle shot laser beams out of her eyes at me and spat sarcastically, “Oh, I’m sorry. Is the time inconvenient? Do you want me to just shelve the discussion until AFTER you’ve sodomized our big sister?”

“What? No! I just...” I paused and rubbed my forehead. I looked at Michelle’s angry face. I looked at Alex’s naked body, big tits on display, knees in the air, and thighs spread apart with a blue butt plug in her ass. And still rubbing my forehead, I apologized, “Sorry, Lex.”

Our big sister grimaced, closed her legs, and did a sit-up. “My fault for killing the mood in the first place.”

Shaking my head, I grabbed Michelle’s hand and led her out of our sister’s room and down the hallway.

Alex called out, “PMS is a biiitch!”

“Not helping!” I yelled back.

“At least it’s a good sign her period’s coming!”

Shaking my head, I closed my bedroom door. Michelle was on my bed and I went to sit down in the desk chair.

“Look, Chelle, I love you. I’m IN love with you,” I began.

“My heart goes pitter-patter with the intensity of your emotions,” Michelle deadpanned.

Burying my face in both hands, I took deep, calming breaths and tried to gather my thoughts.

“Do you love me or don’t you?” Michelle asked, not able to wait any longer.

“Of course I love you.”

“You’re just saying that because I gave you my virginity and you can tell I’m mad at you and you’re trying to get out of trouble.”

“Yes. Absolutely. I can tell you’re mad at me and I’m trying to think of what I can say to make you less mad. I’m a guy - that’s what we do.”

“I knew this was a mistake,” she scoffed.

“Holy cow, Chelle.” I rubbed my forehead, unable to think of any combination of words, numbers, or hieroglyphics that could make her calm down. Briefly, I thought about just walking away, giving her space, and hoping she’d figure it out on her own. But I realized that would be exactly what “a guy” would do, and for her I wanted to be better than that.

“Look, I’m not going to come up with some amazing big speech that will suddenly make everything better. But I AM trying here.” Getting off the chair, I moved to sit beside my sister and wrapped her up in a warm hug. At the moment, it seemed like she would rather be hugged by a porcupine, but I squeezed harder and didn’t let her squirm away. And when I started nibbling on her shoulder she acquiesced and stopped resisting, though she didn’t hug me back.

“I love you,” I stated in earnest, with a lot more feeling than before. “And I’m not saying that because we had sex. This past week has been amazing. I have loved spending every minute with you, apart from maybe the last five minutes or so. I never thought I’d fall in love with you. You’re my little sister and I wasn’t supposed to do that. But it happened anyway. I’ve been fucking Lex for weeks, but I never developed feelings for her. Yes, we’ve formed an intimate bond far deeper than we ever had before, but I plainly told her I wasn’t ‘in love’ with her. I fell in love with you. Lex was always the bossy big sister. You and me: we’ve been at team for a lot longer than just the past few months. You’re my best friend during the day. You’re my cuddle partner at night. Even if we’d never taken that next step of physical intimacy, I would have loved you just the same. I NEVER said I’d want to see other people after the pandemic is over. I also never even THOUGHT about seeing other people after the pandemic is over. The idea never entered my mind. So when Alex asked the question, I didn’t have an immediate ‘no’ answer because I hadn’t stopped to think about it yet. That’s so far off into the future for me that it’s a complete unknown. But I will say this: Alex is right. There can’t be wedding bells and all that for us. You’re my sister. I love you, and I’m IN love with you, but someday -I- will have to wrap my head around letting you go. Or were you seriously considering being faithful to your own brother for the rest of your life?”

Michelle frowned as she turned her head to look back at me, and I stopped talking. Arching an eyebrow, she deadpanned, “Thought you weren’t going to make some big speech.”

I blinked twice and shrugged.

Michelle sighed and pushed at my arms for me to let her go. I released her, and she stood up from the bed. “You know, I did think about what it would take to marry you, have kids, and live happily ever after.”

“Seriously?”

She pursed her lips and looked away from me. “It kinda hurts that you never thought about it.”

“You’re my sister. A week ago I wouldn’t even let myself fantasize about you; if I did, I’d force myself to imaging my hairy, fat college roommate doing whatever sexy thing I was picturing you doing. You, on the other hand, you said you’ve been in love with me for YEARS. You’ve had a lot more time than me to wrap your head around this idea and think that far into the future.”

Waggling her head, Michelle conceded, “Okay, fair enough.”

“And even now, as much as I love you, I still feel the big brother instinct that I’m supposed to protect you, not ... molest ... you.” I sighed and got off the bed myself, walking in the opposite direction. “The absolute LAST thing I want is to keep you to myself and prevent you from finding a REAL happily ever after with a nice guy who will love you, cherish you, give you the kids I know you want AND ... by the way ... be able to kiss you out in public without Mom and Dad freaking the fuck out.”

Michelle sighed again and shook her head. “You’re right, you’re right. It’s just ... I grew up with Disney princess movies and started planning my wedding when I was twelve. Every time I imagined what it would be like to walk down the aisle, I imagined YOU were the man waiting for me at the end.”

“Chelle...” I intoned.

“I know, I know. It can’t ever actually happen that way. In my head, I always told myself that, but ... a girl has her dreams. This whole week has been a dream. And last night...” Her voice trailed off as she stared into space, that look of wonderment back.

I quickly went to hold her again, hugging her from behind while she cooed happily and wrapped her forearms on top of mine. “The dream’s not over. I’m still right here.”

She nodded and sagged against me. “I love you, big brother.”

“I love you too, Chelle.”

She took a deep breath, exhaled, and seemed to finally relax. I held her just like that for a long while, but eventually she twisted in my embrace, and I let her go so she could turn around to face me.

“Look,” she began, “I know I’m being selfish and unreasonable right now. My hormones are going crazy, my brain is filled with serotonin from the high of FINALLY losing my virginity to the man I’ve been in love with since I first realized what love is. And at the very first sign that I wasn’t going to get my Disney princess happily ever after, I cracked. I’m sorry about that.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“I do. I need you to know I’m not going to turn crazy stalker on you for the rest of our lives. I’m not going to hide in the back seat of your car the next time you go on a date or anything similarly insane to spy on you. I’m not ACTUALLY a delusional little girl.”

“I dunno. The fact that you even thought about the mechanics of how to spy on me during my next date is pretty ‘crazy stalker’.”

“I’m crazy about YOU, and I have a vivid imagination, which is why I’ve been able to hold onto my cherry all this time. But I realize polite society won’t let me marry my brother. I realize that someday YOU may end up falling in love with some other girl who isn’t me, get married to whoever that bitch is, have kids with the whore, and I’ll have to swallow my hatred of the slut for the rest of my life.”

I blinked and held her at arm’s length, alarmed at her language. “Chelle!”

“I may not LIKE it, but I’ll do it. For YOUR happiness.”

Her words reassured me, but the way her nostrils still flared worried me a little. I raised both eyebrows, measuring her.

Taking a deep breath, Michelle exhaled slowly, and as she did so a lot of her visible anger bled away. “Look, I reserve the right to be in love with you for the rest of my life, alright? Maybe I’m being a love-struck teenager. Maybe I’ll outgrow my infatuation with you as time goes on. But right now this is how I feel. And not even you can tell me I’m not allowed to have those feelings.”

I nodded slowly. “Fair enough.”

“I just got you, alright?” Her eyes were a little moist. “I didn’t think that only a day after we finally made love that I’d have to contemplate losing you already. I thought we could at least float off on a cloud of honeymoon bliss for a while until my period came.”

“Would’ve been nice,” I agreed.

I squeezed her tightly. Everything had snowballed so fast. One minute I was minding my own business, playing video games, and jerking off to internet porn. The next thing I knew, my big sister had my dick in her throat, my little sister watched me fucking the shit out of my big sister, and then said little sister was giving me her fucking virginity. Everything had been fun and games and playful ... But pesky emotions had gotten involved and all of a sudden things were very, very REAL.

Taking a deep breath, I gave her a serious look and said, “I’m sorry my thoughtless words caused you this much anguish.”

Michelle shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m the one who overreacted.”

I agreed that she’d overreacted, but I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. Michelle hugged me tightly, took a deep breath, and then looked up at me, a clear invitation for a kiss on her face.

I happily gave it to her, my shoulders finally relaxing as it seemed that the immediate danger had passed.

At first, it was a sweet kiss, but neither of us wanted to let go, and our tongues came out the play. Michelle’s hands wandered down and slipped into the back of my shorts so she could palm my ass. Turnabout was fair play, so thirty seconds later my hands palmed her bare buttcheeks as well.

A minute later, Michelle started walking me backward until the back of my legs hit the mattress. She broke the kiss then, kneeling before me and pulling my shorts down with her. I moaned as she took my rapidly-hardening cock into her mouth and let my hands settle on top of her head. Five minutes after that, she was flat across the mattress with those long, lithe legs I loved so much crossed at the ankles behind my lower back.

Neither of us had cum just yet when the banging at my bedroom door started. We were getting pretty close though, which is why we were making so much noise. We both tried to ignore the banging and just kept going, Michelle screaming her pretty little head off. That’s when Alex stopped banging and instead just started yelling, “This isn’t very polite of you two! You left me naked, horny, and all alone! You realize I still have a fucking butt plug in my ass?!?”

I couldn’t help laughing, and stopped my urgent thrusting into Michelle’s tight pussy. She was laughing as well, and smirked up at me, saying, “Let her in.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You serious?”

My little sister nodded.

With a shrug, I called out, “Door’s unlocked!” And then I focused on thrusting again.

It took ten seconds for Alex to realize I was serious and actually open the door. I heard it open but didn’t turn to look. All my attention was on the beautiful young woman beneath me. I ground my pelvis against her clit and carved my cock along her inner walls. And after another minute or two, I was rewarded as she clutched my shoulders tight and squealed in orgasmic bliss.

My turn.

Once Michelle came down from her climax, I hooked my arms beneath the backs of her knees and leaned forward, the motion spreading her legs obscenely wide. I hammered her poor pussy then, taking massively big, long lunges to ensure she felt every last millimeter of my throbbingly hard shaft plunging in and out of her like an oil derrick. My teenage vixen lover tossed her head side to side as she screamed in ecstasy, and she came for a second time even though I wasn’t focused on getting her off.

As the pleasure built inside me, I ramped up my thrusting even further. In my mind’s eye, I could see the needle of a speedometer climbing higher and higher and higher. I was pushing myself to my limits, using every ounce of energy I could muster from the six-pack abs my sisters loved so much, straining to max out as if I could only hit the magic number, I would finally explode (in a good way).

Michelle sensed my impending eruption, grabbed her own calves and pulled herself even further back. I knew from both workout routines and occasional yoga that she was really, really flexible, and she literally folded herself in half beneath me, trapping her knees almost alongside her own ears. And that’s when she said something I was never expecting.

“Cum inside me,” she husked, eyes aflame.

“You serious?” I asked, panting for air. I didn’t slow down my thrusting though.

“Cum inside me. Flood my womb with your sperm. The odds are astronomical right? Probably the same odds of society letting me marry you and start a family. So just cum inside me, please? Whatever happens, happens. It’s impossible, of course. But maybe, just maybe ... If the gods of destiny are on my side, we could have a miracle. If not, then that’s what’s meant to be. Don’t think about it anymore. I’ll get on the pill after this and take them religiously. I’ll never give you cause to worry ever again. But today? Right now? Let me have this one shot, please? Cum in me, big brother. Cummm ... Innnn ... MEEEEEE!!!!”

“ARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!” I howled as I emptied a diluvial torrent of jism into my teenage little sister.

“ARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!” I howled again as my cock erupted another flood into the back of her womb, just like she’d asked.

“ARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!” I howled one more time, my brain exploding with fireworks of pleasure as I filled Michelle up to the brim.

And I delighted to hear Michelle screaming in orgasm right along with me.

I may or may not have blacked out just then. I certainly don’t remember what happened in the time immediately after blowing my load deep inside my little sister’s unprotected pussy. When my eyes opened again, I was staring straight up at the ceiling, having apparently flopped onto my back at some point.

“What the... ? Oh my ... Ohhh ... shiiiiitttt...” Michelle moaned somewhere beside me, her voice not quite right for a girl recovering from orgasm. Rather, it sounded like she was moaning from current arousal.

I flopped my head to the side, the phrase “I love you” on the tip of my tongue. But once my brain processed the images being fed to it by my eyes, the words vanished into thin air.

Alex’s head wriggled between Michelle’s thighs, audible slurping sounds coming out from their joining. I gawked at them in silence, unable to believe what I was seeing. Michelle’s head was flopping from side-to-side, expressions of utter rapture and utter confusion alternating on her face as she whimpered in shock, “Lex! Lex? What the ... unnnnggghhhh!!!”

And a moment later, my big sister popped her head up, the entire lower half of her face shining with moisture. She gave me a shit-eating grin.

“I just love creampies,” she announced with a giggle.

I finally found my voice and said...

“Holy SHIT!”

“Michelle, wake up your brother,” Mom drawled on the screen.

My sister elbowed me in the ribs, pretty hard, startling me from my daydream. “Huh? Whuh?”

“I was asking,” Mom scolded me, “If you’re taking good care of your sisters.”

Frowning, I didn’t answer Mom, instead leaning forward around Michelle to look at Alex on the other side of her, saying, “I told you she always asks that.”

“Well it’s a good thing she does,” my big sister replied to me before turning her attention back to the iPad, “because the answer is NO. He did NOT take good care of me today and I am NOT happy about it.”

Dad suddenly appeared in the frame. He was always puttering about in the background doing something or other, half-participating in the conversation and half-wishing he could be elsewhere.

Like father, like son.

In any case, Dad popped in and asked, “Alexandra? What happened?”

Alex rolled her eyes and jerked a thumb at me. “Let HIM tell you.”

I blushed beet red and started panicking. No way in hell was I going to tell my DAD that Alex was upset I hadn’t ass-fucked her after she’d gone to all the effort of cleaning her anus, lubing herself up, and even pre-stretching her sphincter with butt plugs. “Uhhh ... uhhh...”

Michelle explained matter-of-factly, “He was busy getting himself off instead of helping Alex out with something he’d promised her he would do.”

“Chelle!” I squawked.

“Well, it’s true,” Michelle replied with a smug grin.

“Maybe the first time,” I protested, my mind racing while I sputtered a bit and then finally added, “The second time was your fault.”

“MY fault?!” Michelle exclaimed.

“Yes, YOUR fault.”

“Didn’t we have this conversation about not telling me that stuff?” Mom interrupted.

I dropped my face into my palm and muttered, “Shoot me now.”

Everyone ignored me and returned to their conversation. And by everyone I mean my sisters and Mom, since Dad had once again wandered off.

Not that I’d actually be allowed to wander off. Space out and daydream while seated on the couch so Mom could pretend I was “participating”? Yes. But not wander off. And while my little sister prattled on, I went back to reminiscing about what the three of us had been doing right before this FaceTime call.

It started with Alex eating my creampie out of Michelle’s cunt. I’d had been shocked silly to see the lesbian act, and Michelle had seemed just as shocked as I was. Not that she’d been complaining at the time. Alex was apparently a VERY good pussy-eater, and the pleasurable sensations flooding our little sister’s post-orgasmic brain short-circuited any complaints, concerns, or confused protests about what Alex was doing to her.

Michelle just lost herself to the feelings, let her head fall back, and moaned as she was expertly eaten out.

Hell, even -I- hadn’t gone down on Michelle yet. If you had told me a week ago that Alex would get her tongue into Michelle’s snatch before me, I never would’ve believed it. And yet there she was, a lip-sucking, tongue-lashing, head-vibrating temporary succubus feeding on incestuous brother-sister-mingled cum.

I’d started getting hard again immediately.

And then disaster struck.

Well, not right away. At the time, I thought everything was awesome. See, after Alex brought Michelle to another screaming orgasm by introducing her to the Sapphic arts for the very first time, my big sister discovered she’d run out of brother-jizz to slurp and crawled after me as if intent on getting a fresh batch right from the source. Her face still wet with the juices of her little sister’s most recent orgasm, she pounced on her little brother’s growing erection and stuffed it into her mouth.

Now it was my turn to lose myself to the feelings, let my head fall back, and moan as I was expertly eaten. Alex bobbed her head up and down my shaft with powerful suction, hard and fast. She deep-throated me a few times as well, holding herself at full depth and rolling her eyes up to see the expression of overwhelming pleasure on my face. She was blowing me so well that she could have made me pop within minutes had she been so inclined, never mind that I’d already cum once into Michelle’s pussy. Not that she wanted me to blow this way or anything – she still had that butt plug in her ass waiting for me to replace it with my cock.

But first, Alex wanted to feel me in her pussy. Slowly drawing her head back until she pulled off my prick with an audible “pop”, my big sister grinned, climbed into my lap, and lowered herself around my upright shaft. She pulled my hands up to those big, beautiful breasts, and I happily started fondling away. She rode me expertly, knowing just how to maximize her own pleasure as if I were a living dildo that existed entirely for her enjoyment. And I reveled in the somewhat increased sensation -I- could feel inside her tight tunnel with her vaginal walls somewhat pressed inward from the other side by the butt plug still filling her anal chute next door.

I want to be very clear about what happened next. Admittedly, Michelle and I had left Alex hanging high and dry to go have our argument and eventually make-up sex. So Michelle had not been lying to Mom when she said I was busy getting myself off instead of helping Alex out. But that was just the first time. This was now the second time, and I put all the blame SQUARELY on Michelle.

While I had seen girls making out at various parties, I’d never actually SEEN a lesbian act with my own eyes until ten minutes ago when Alex started slurping my creampie out of our little sister. And while watching internet porn had exposed me to the sights of threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes, internet videos are NOT the same as witnessing your own two sisters having sex with each other in real life.

I’m a red-blooded 20-year-old male. I’d been primed by an amazing blowjob and was currently getting fucked by a bit-titted babe who also happened to be my big sister. Alex had already brought me to the brink of ejaculation as it was, although she recognized the tension on my face and stopped to smirk down at me and say, “Don’t go popping off yet, squirt. I still need to feel your beautiful dick inside my ass.”

That’s when Michelle arrived. My little sister, moaning in heat, grabbed our big sister from behind and turned Alex’s face to meet hers. A second later, Alex’s eyes flew open as Michelle more or less rammed her tongue down Alex’s throat. Michelle’s hands wrapped around Alex’s torso from behind, grasping both big boobies and squeezing them tightly. And finally, Michelle slipped a hand straight down Alex’s taut tummy, bracketing Alex’s clit between two fingers and rubbing furiously.

It was soooo fucking HOT.

Alex seemed to think so too, because her cunt started clenching like crazy as her little sister manipulated her clit. The sensations of my sister’s snatch squeezing my shaft were a startling shock to my system. Suddenly, sperm sped through the sizeable stick I had shoved up my sister’s chute, and I spunked the shit out of my sister’s sodden snatch to both her surprise and my own. The girls had tried desperately to re-inflate me, but Alex was frustrated and I felt under a lot pressure and Alex ultimately called it off saying she just wasn’t in the mood anymore.

“I’ll never forgive him,” Alex snarled, reaching across the couch to slap my knee, stirring me from my stupor.

I blinked twice, rolled my eyes, and groaned at Mom on the iPad. “Are we STILL talking about this?”

Mom waved me off and then fixed me with a stern look, raising one finger in warning. “Make it up to her, you got it?”

She has no idea what she’s asking of me.

I shook my head in disbelief that this was all happening, but I sighed and affirmed, “Yes, Mom.”

“Good. Love you all. Talk to you next week.”

Michelle reached forward to turn off the FaceTime and placed the iPad face-down just for good measure.

Alex turned to glare at me. “You realize I STILL have this butt plug in my ass?!?”

I would have thought that after all the complaining Alex had done about keeping that butt plug in her ass for as long as she had, she would have been eager to go upstairs and replace it with my “beautiful dick”. After all, I’d had plenty of time to recharge after taking the time to eat dinner and then FaceTime our parents.

So when Alex complained (again) that she still had the butt plug in her ass, I said (stupidly), “Okay then let’s go take care of that now.”

Alex frowned, gave me a look that suggested she’d rather bed down with a furry New York subway rat, and retorted, “No thank you. Your services will no longer be required.”

“Umm, what?”

“C’mon, Chelley.” Alex grabbed our little sister by the hand, stood up, and left me with my jaw hanging. The two of them headed upstairs while I just sort of sat there wondering what the hell was going on. But after a few minutes of sitting alone in the TV room by myself, I finally got up to follow after them.

I still didn’t think it was really my fault. If Alex hadn’t fucked me within millimeters of cumming, I wouldn’t have ejaculated prematurely. If Michelle hadn’t suddenly arrived to start rubbing Alex’s clit I wouldn’t have ejaculated prematurely. And hell, if Alex hadn’t set off Michelle little jealous rage in the FIRST PLACE none of this would have happened!

But whether or not it was my fault was actually irrelevant. I was the guy in these relationships, and it was my role to grovel, apologize, and promise whatever I needed to promise in order to make it up to them. The phrase “Happy Wife, Happy Life” may or may not be true. But the phrase “Angry Wife, Shitty Life” I could certainly see as an ironclad Law of Nature. So with that in mind, I headed upstairs to grovel and apologize.

“Holy shit you’re pretty good at that,” Alex’s voice drifted through her closed bedroom door. “Eat me ... Eat me...”

My eyes popped open wide as I came to a dead stop and leaned in closer so that my ear was almost touching the wood.

“You’re so tasty,” Michelle replied after a bit. “I never realized how much fun it could be to go down on another girl.”

“I love it,” Alex moaned. “I’ve missed Emily almost as much as I missed my boyfriend.”

Michelle giggled and chirped enthusiastically, “Well now you have ME!”

“Keep this up and you’ll be my new favorite sibling.”

Michelle laughed. “I’m already your favorite sibling. I just don’t have a dick.”

“Mmm ... would be nice.”

“Eww! No! I like my girly parts just fine, thank you.”

I reached for the doorknob with a new erection in my shorts, awash with visions of my two sisters intertwined, ready to step in and announce that their dick had arrived. But the door was locked.

Shit.

“Turn around, Chelley,” Alex was saying now. “Have you ever sixty-nined before?”

Michelle giggled. “A few times, but never with another girl.”

“First time for everything.”

I clenched my eyes shut and weighed my options. As much as I wanted to get in there and join them, Alex’s subway rat expression and the locked door made clear that I wasn’t welcome at this time. It occurred to me that I could probably go to my room and jerk off thinking about the two of them having lesbian sex. If necessary, I could even re-open Pornhub for the first time in a long time for visual assistance.

But what if the girls called for me in a few minutes?

Alex would probably cut my balls off if she walked into my room asking for a good ass-fucking only to find that I’d blown my wad AGAIN.

I could already hear her bitching, “You realize I STILL have this butt plug in my ass?!?”

With a sigh, I let go of the doorknob and headed for my room. I was going to turn my computer on alright, but would be to play video games, not my ... other ... joystick.

Women.

Eventually, I gave up on waiting for the girls and went to check on them. They’d never come out of Alex’s room, and when I went to listen at the door, I found that all was silent. Gently, I tested the doorknob just enough to confirm it was still locked. And after shaking my head at all that had happened today, I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and crawled into bed alone.

Even though I hadn’t gotten off, I didn’t feel horny anymore. Last night my little sister and I had professed our love for each other, and she had given me her precious virginity. Tonight would be the first night in more than a week Michelle wasn’t sleeping with me. I was more sad about that fact than about not having sex. I’d meant everything I’d said to her about cherishing our time together. Even if we’d never crossed that line and started having sex, I would have been happy. The last few hours were already the longest we’d been apart in the past week, and I felt my heart breaking inside.

Part of me felt angry at the way I was being treated. I hadn’t done anything THAT bad to deserve this abandonment. What? Is premature ejaculation a crime? Alex should take it as a compliment, in a way, that she was so fucking sexy and amazing that I couldn’t hold back.

I especially hadn’t done anything bad to Michelle to earn a cold shoulder from a girl who had professed to love me as passionately as she did. She’d overreacted in the beginning, and she admitted as much. What had I done to her since then to end up in the doghouse? Huh?

Feeling morose and despondent, I didn’t quite cry myself to sleep, but it was pretty close.

But later that night, getting close to midnight, I woke up at the feeling of a body sliding into bed beside mine. Still quite groggy, I muttered a confused, “Wha-?”

Michelle shushed me gently and said, “Relax. It’s just me.” She curled herself up alongside me, 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. In the time that I’d actually fallen unconscious, I completely forgot about my anger and resentment. It was perfectly normal for Michelle to cuddle up to me in the middle of the night, and as I cinched both arms around her in a warm hug, I also forgot she had not fallen asleep with me earlier.

But she hadn’t forgotten. I hadn’t quite drifted away to dreamland when she kissed my cheek and murmured, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you earlier. Alex and I both fell asleep on accident.”

“Hmm?” I asked, not really understanding.

“She actually said she was gonna unlock the door and let you in,” Michelle continued. “She still DOES want you to fuck her ass. But she was being spiteful and wanted me all to herself for a little bit. We just sorta exhausted ourselves and passed out. But I’m here now.”

Michelle’s arm slid lower across my thighs, her forearm brushing against my limp penis. She began to circle her palm in a counterclockwise motion, slowly, as if rolling out a blob of Play-Doh. And as she did so, I felt trickles of electricity sparking into the corners of my consciousness, firing up little pistons and gears to slowly bring the great machine of my mind to life.

“Nnnghhh,” I groaned, little bolts of pleasure filtering into my brain.

“I told you I wanted to float away on a cloud of honeymoon bliss until my period came,” my sibling lover told me softly. “Wouldn’t be much of a honeymoon if I didn’t make love to you before bed.”

“Nnnghhh,” I groaned again, took a deep breath, and finally felt my eyelids flutter open.

Michelle hovered above me, smiling brightly. She’d turned on the desk lamp, giving me enough illumination to see her gorgeous face. She searched my eyes for any sign of anger, finding none. And then she tilted her face to the side and pressed her lips to mine, filling my nostrils with her sweet (but musky) scent.

I realized she smelled like pussy. She must not have washed her face since leaving Alex’s room. At that realization, I started to feel a bit of my prior resentment come up, but immediately afterward her explanation about accidentally falling asleep finally registered in my brain, and the resentment evaporated.

Well that, and Michelle slid herself down beneath my sheets, took my new erection in hand, and fed the first several inches of it into her mouth. It’s difficult to stay mad at a girl when she’s giving you a blowjob, you see. Especially when she’s your hot teenaged little sister.

She didn’t get me off, though. Michelle orally pleasured me for a few minutes, giving me pleasant sensations but not enough to make me blow. I knew she wasn’t the accomplished fellatrix that Alex was, not that I minded. We both wanted much more than a simple blowjob anyway.

Soon enough, my little sister crawled back up my body, notched her pussy into position, and sank herself all the way down. It still took a minute just to get in halfway, her not-quite-virginal canal still unused to being stretched this way, and I paused to ask her if she was feeling sore.

“Yeah,” she replied quietly, “but it’s a good kind of sore. It feels natural, like muscles that need to be massaged after an intense workout. So get in there and massage me from the inside, huh?”

I nodded and continued until I reached full depth. I enjoyed the feel of every inch as she surrounded my shaft. And I held my sister’s hips in my hands while moving my head to her breasts like a flower seeking the sun, only my lips sought out and captured one of her turgid nipples.

We made love for what felt like hours. I’m sure it didn’t actually last that long, but I had no true sense of time after being awoken from my slumber and then almost immediately losing myself to sexual ecstasy. My little sister rode me to her first climax and then I rolled us over to give her another one in the missionary position. That’s when Michelle realized we’d never done doggy-style and said so. Of course we immediately separated so she could flip over and I could penetrate her pussy from the rear.

Mid-fuck, I argued that I did slip into her from behind just this morning. Michelle laughed and said that was a spooning position, not technically “doggy-style”. I didn’t care what it was called as long as I got to hold her hips in my hands and stare at her perfect ass and bounce my pelvis off it over and over again.

After Michelle came again, though, completing her trifecta of position orgasms, we settled back into missionary style so that she could look me in the eyes while I came.

“I love you, Chelle,” I murmured quietly, resting my forehead against hers after pausing my thrusts to remain deeply joined together for a little while.

“I love you, too, big brother,” she murmured happily right back, extending her nose up to nuzzle with mine and finally capture my lips again for a sweet kiss. And when she finally pulled away, she asked sweetly, “Cum inside me again?”

I wasn’t going to argue. A minute later, I thrust forward one final time, grunting my release as I filled my little sister’s womb with a million wriggling sperm. She cooed into my ear, clutching me with all four limbs as she reveled in the feeling of being inseminated.

I was so wiped out I nearly fell asleep again.

But I didn’t fall asleep. After a long while resting and recovering, I managed to drum up enough strength to roll off her and flop onto my back. I was still breathing hard when Michelle extended a hand and asked, “Get me some tissues, please? Unless you want wet sheets.”

I reached past my alarm clock to the box of tissues I kept there, grabbed three, and passed them to her. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and enjoyed the post-orgasmic glow for a bit. But then Michelle made a weird noise and I turned to look at her.

She felt my gaze and held up the wadded tissues. Even in the dim light I could see a few streaks of red. They weren’t soaked or anything, but the implication was clear. “Not that bad,” Michelle commented. “We made it just in time. At least we know for sure that I’m not pregnant.”

I nodded, feeling relieved.

“But it looks like you’re gonna have to wait a while until the next time we can make love like this.”

I shrugged. “We don’t need to have sex in order for me to love you. I already do.”

My little sister beamed at me and rolled over to steal another kiss. But after we broke for air, she started sliding out of the bed. “I am really, REALLY stinky by now,” she explained. “I’m gonna go shower, change, and put in a tampon. But I’ll be back in bed before you know it.”

I nodded wearily, already falling asleep again. Amazing ejaculations can do that to a man. And the next thing I knew, my blaring alarm clock announced it was Monday morning and time to get up for school.

I smacked the snooze button, spooned up behind Michelle, rubbed morning wood into her panty-clad ass, and fell back asleep.

“So are we finally gonna do this or what?” Alex stood in my doorway with her hands on her hips, an annoyed expression etched across her face as she glared at me and Michelle.

Per our usual Monday afternoon routine, I was at my desk doing homework while Michelle sat on my bed with her laptop. I swiveled my chair around and looked at her, my mind still on Thermodynamics. “Do what?”

Steam coming out of her ears, Alex gestured at my little sister and said, “Do I need to drag Michelle into my bedroom and lock the door again for you to take a hint?”

Michelle giggled.

My ears reddened as it dawned on me. “Oh. That,” I said lamely.

Alex rolled her eyes. “You realize I STILL have this butt plug in my ass?!?”

Michelle deadpanned, “At this point, it’s less on him and more of a lifestyle choice.”

I blinked. “Since yesterday?!?”

“Well, not 24/7. It’s uncomfortable. And of course, your new girlfriend over there pulled it out last night so she could ram a strap-on in and out of my ass until I screamed unholy murder.”

“Wait, WHAT?”

Michelle’s laughs got bigger.

“Your little sister got to bugger me before you did, squirt.”

I rubbed my forehead and shook my head.

Alex put her hands on her hips again. “So are you gonna come sodomize me or not?”

Not wanting to waste any more time, I slammed my laptop shut and got out of the chair. But as I walked over to the door, I realized Michelle hadn’t moved. “Aren’t you coming?” I asked.

My little sister gestured at her screen. “I’ve got a lot of work to finish. You two go ahead.”

“You don’t want to watch?” I grinned lasciviously. “Or ... join in?”

Michelle laughed once more. I loved the sound of her laugh. “You two get started without me. Maybe I’ll join in later. I’ve already seen something plunging in and out of Alex’s butthole up close and personal.”

Alex didn’t wait for further confirmation, grabbing my hand and dragged me from the room.

As antsy as Alex initially appeared to be, she didn’t just strip naked, get onto all fours on her bed, and howl for me to yank out the butt plug and replace it with my beautiful dick. Instead, as soon as she got to her bed, she spun around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and flopped backward.

I fell with my big sister across her mattress, laughing from the adrenaline rush. She soon shut me up with her lips, humming happily as our tongues twisted together. For a couple of minutes at least, we enjoyed the simple pleasure of making out, not unlike the way I’d done with Michelle for the past week. Neither of us made a move to remove our clothes, content the way things were for now.

But eventually, her hands started tugging at the hem of my shirt. I helped her remove it and let her grin as she rubbed my pecs and scratched my abs. Turnabout was fair play, so I slid my hands beneath her shirt to play with her big boobs. And after that, the clothes started coming off.

Last to go were her sweatpants and panties, and after I dragged them off her feet, I didn’t crawl all the way back up her body. Instead I separated her thighs and lay down between them, blowing on her clit before I took a long, languid lick.

She shivered and moaned, but just when I started to eat her in earnest, she grabbed my hair and tugged on it, saying, “Your sister ate me out plenty last night. I need to feel COCK.”

Eyebrows raised, I reluctantly abandoned my dessert and kissed my way up her naked wonderland, from inner thighs to taut tummy (pausing to stick my tongue into her belly button while she squealed and squirmed), from bounteous bosom to the hollow of her neck. Eventually, my lips made their way along her jawline and reached her mouth. And right before we kissed, she grabbed my ass and pulled, my lined-up cock sliding smoothly into her sweet pussy.

She really DID still have the butt plug in her ass. I could feel it stretching her anal chute next door. But for now, at least, this was enough. And I stopped to tenderly kiss this gorgeous young woman I loved so much, even if I wasn’t “in love” with her the way I felt for Michelle.

So I told her so. “I love you, Lex.”

She grinned and replied, “I love you, too.”

Neither of us started any fucking motions. Staying like this was plenty good enough. (And I was TERRIFIED of cumming early).

Exhaling slowly, Alex looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “I’m sorry for yesterday. My fault for starting the whole ‘What’s gonna happen after the pandemic?’ question. I only meant to tease you both. I had NO idea Chelley would actually get possessive of you.”

I shrugged. “She’s a teenager in love.”

“I know. But she’ll grow out of it eventually.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

Now it was her turn to shrug. “I felt ohmigawd-I’m-gonna-die-if-he’s-not-with-me-forever ‘in love’ a couple of times when I was her age.”

I sighed. “Me, too.”

“Then there you have it.”

“That doesn’t mean what we’re feeling right now is any less real.”

“Of course not. Enjoy it while it lasts. Just keep your head on, you know? Don’t let her start planning a dream wedding to marry you in front of Cinderella’s Castle or anything like that.”

I chuckled and nodded. “Still being a protective big sister while I’ve got my dick inside you?” I flexed Mr. Happy for emphasis.

Alex giggled and clenched her inner muscles around me. “I never stop being a protective big sister, whether your dick is inside me or not. Just like you never stop being a protective big brother to Chelley, whether you’re in a quasi-romantic relationship with her or not.”

I nodded. “Just as long as you’re not jealous of the time and attention I’ll end up giving her. This whole thing started between you and me, and even when Chelle started sleeping in my bed every night, as long as she was holding onto her virginity, my beautiful dick was all for you. And granted, she’ll be on her period for the next week or so, but after that you’re gonna have to share.”

Alex shrugged. “No biggie; I’m happy to share. Besides, I think our honeymoon period ended when I locked you out of my bedroom. I’m still gonna want regular doses of brother-dick for as long as we’re all trapped in here. But I’m not all filled with pent-up horny rage anymore and I won’t be nearly the nymphomaniac I was in the beginning. As for the amount of time, you spent all your time with Chelley BEFORE this all started anyway.”

“True enough.”

“Don’t worry about me.” She pecked me on the nose. “You’ll always be my little brother. And whether or not we’re still fucking next year, ten years from now, or even if we’re geriatric old fogeys still bumping uglies, I’ll always love you.”

“Me, too.”

She nuzzled her nose against mine. I was surprised at how much it felt like nuzzling with Michelle.

But a second later, Alex grabbed my head and stared straight up at me. “Enough mushy stuff. I’ve been fantasizing about that big beautiful dick up my ass since YESTERDAY and we are NOT stopping until I get what I want!”

I laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Ohhh ... shiiiiiittt...” Alex groaned, bent over on all fours as she felt inch after inch of brother dick fill her up to her very core. She shivered, took deep breaths, and let her head hang down limp between her shoulders. “Fucking FUCK you’re big. I should’ve used a bigger butt plug.”

“Sorry.” I stopped, only four out of my eight inches buried in my big sister’s rectum.

“Don’t apologize. I love it. Unnnghh! Keep going.” Her voice was hoarse.

“I’m hurting you.”

“No. I can take it.”

“Lex, I’m serious. Lemme get more lube.”

“No, I’m fine. Just take it slow, alright? Just take it... shiiiiiitttt!“

I stopped again after another inch. Fuck, her asshole was tighter than Michelle’s pussy. “Maybe we should stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Alex howled before letting her arms collapse so that her face mashed into her folded arms beneath her while her ass was still up in the air, half-skewered by my cock.

Michelle’s voice suddenly sounded behind me. “That sounds REALLY painful.”

I glanced back to see my little sister standing in the doorway, arms folded across her chest. Even the frown on her face couldn’t detract from her beauty. In particular, her long, fine hair shimmered in the light filtering through Alex’s gauzy window shades, and my heart was filled with love at the mere sight of her.

But Michelle’s expression and stance were anything but sexy at the moment, and the clenching of Alex’s abused anal muscles brought me back to the task at hand (err, ass).

Alex muttered, “You missed seeing the entry part.”

Michelle replied, “I saw the entry part when -I- did it to you.”

“Not like this you didn’t. His dick is bigger than my strap-on.”

“Which is why he’s NEVER putting that baseball bat in my ass.” Michelle shook her head emphatically.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” Alex wheezed, a silly grin on her face. “Fuck you’re thick, squirt. You’re gonna ruin me.”

I sighed. “Half the words coming out of your mouth say you absolutely love this. The other half say I’m causing you extreme agony. Which is it?”

“Yesss...” she hissed.

I sighed and held my current position, letting her get used to it with clenched teeth until she finally exhaled and said, “Okay. Gimme the rest.”

“You sure?”

“Fuck my ass, little brother.”

“But—”

“Yes, my butt. Fuck it!”

“Lex—”

“FUCK MY FUCKING ASS, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Alex howled, her tone one of command. I was so used to reacting to my big sister’s “big sister” voice that I rammed my hips forward without thinking about it, slamming in the last three inches all at once.

“FUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!” Alex howled.

“I’m sorry!”

“FUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!” she howled again.

“You told me to—”

“FUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!”

Alex was cumming. It was pretty obvious. Her ass muscles spasmed rhythmically, the same way her pussy muscles did whenever she orgasmed. Her whole body shuddered and shook in the same manner. And of course, there was the whole screaming bloody murder part.

And then all of a sudden, her anal chute relaxed.

Huh. Mental note: Make her cum and relax before trying to shove my dick inside.

Alex’s knees collapsed just then as well, and she fell flat face-down across her bed. I got yanked down along with her, because even when “relaxed” her butthole still gripped my dick like a third hand, and I wound up sprawled across her body.

“Fucking A...” Alex sighed rapturously, drooling just a little bit with her face turned to the side. Her arms were splayed out to the sides and angled back towards me, like airplane wings, with her palms up. And her legs were together, a position that really squeezed her ass tight around the 8 inches of brother-dick lodged in her rectum.

“You okay?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

“Biggest orgasm you’ve given me yet. I’m so sensitive,” my sister groaned. “We should’ve done this a long time ago.”

I took a deep breath, her words finally convincing me that she actually wanted this. “Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying it now,” I said truthfully.

“More, though. You’re not moving. Fuck my ass, squirt. Fuck my ass...”

Propping myself up on my elbows, I dug my toes into the mattress and raised my hips, withdrawing several inches before relaxing and pushing down once again. And then up. And then down. At this angle, it felt like I was vertically drilling into her core, working my ab muscles like I was doing planks.

“So tight,” I groaned as the pleasure built. It had never NOT felt good to be inside Alex’s asshole, but I was too worried about whatever pain she felt to really enjoy myself. It really was tighter than Michelle’s virgin pussy, extremely hot, and not as moist despite the copious amount of lube we’d used. That all added up to an incredible amount of friction on my cock, which felt amazingly good and yet a little painful at the same time.

“Fuck my ass...” Alex hissed as I started to speed up a little. “Gawd-fucking-dammit, I’m gonna cum again already. Fuck my ass ... Make me cum on your fucking cock in my tiny asshole, big brother. Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme.”

I was fucking her. I started fucking her a little harder. And I started fucking her a little faster. But my abs were doing all the work, and even my six-pack couldn’t keep this up forever. I pulled all the way out, causing Alex to whine that she felt so empty. But I quickly dragged her to the edge of the bed and stepped onto the floor. By tucking her knees beneath her, I was able to put her gaping-open sphincter at the right height. And after pressing my mushroom head back into her backdoor, I grabbed her hips and swiftly filled her with eight inches of brother dick once more.

“Oh, FUCK! I think I came again when you rammed into me,” my big sister grunted. “Do it again!”

With a chuckle, I pulled all way out again, marveling at the sight of her black hole. I quickly eclipsed that hole with my dickhead, lined myself up, and slammed it all in.

“Fuck-FUCK!” Alex yelled and then started laughing.

“Shit,” Michelle commented as she came to sit beside us on the bed, staring intently at the point where brother-cock penetrated sister-anus. “She’s really into this!”

“You’d better fucking believe it,” Alex growled through gritted teeth. “Hurts so bad but feels so good. I wouldn’t be able to do this every day, but as an occasional treat ... Fuck, bro, I think I might need this once a week.”

I chuckled and quipped, “Lemme check the calendar. Oh, wait, we’re locked down in the middle of a pandemic.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Alex continued to chant as I started pounding her faster and faster. Now that I had my legs under me, I could really lay down the lumber. Every now and again, I would pull all the way out, just for her to enjoy the feeling of going from empty to full in half a second, and for me to enjoy the sight of her gaping anus welcoming me back in.

But all that pounding was wearing me out. My legs were fine - we actually hadn’t been fucking that long, and I’d had sex for far longer than this without cumming before. But my ejaculatory control was rapidly slipping away. Her asshole was just too hot and too tight and too GOOD. I could feel my neck muscles straining, of all things, as I fought to keep my orgasm at bay. But eventually I knew I was gonna lose it, and I growled, “Gonna cum, Lex. Gonna fill your fucking asshole with my sperm.”

“Do it, BIG FUCKING brother. I wanna feel my fucking colon drowning in brother jizz that I’ll be shitting out of me for DAYS. Fuck my ass and fill it! Fucking fill me and— FUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!“

She screamed as I slammed forward one final time and unleashed hell. A volcano erupted deep inside of me, blasting hot lava into the unholy fathoms of Alex’s anal depths. Over and over I spewed scalding hot spunk into my big sister’s bowels. And I yelled right along with her, howling my release until my voice gave out even while my cock kept cumming.

At last, we were both spent. My muscles gave out and I collapsed forward, catching myself on my hands lest I drop onto my sister’s naked back. It took me thirty seconds to catch my breath enough to extract my dick from Alex’s lewdly stretched anus. And I quickly spun around to sit heavily on the edge of the bed, gasping for air as I glanced down to make sure my big sister was okay.

She was unconscious, eyelids shut but relaxed. She had the biggest smile on her face at the same time, wearing an expression of such utter and complete satisfaction that even Michelle noticed.

My little sister looked up at me, drawing my attention. She gestured with her head toward Alex, commenting, “She looks SOOO fucking happy.”

I nodded my agreement. “She does.”

Michelle sighed and gave me a nervous look. “Okay, fine. I know I said I’d never let you do that to me, and I’m still not saying I will.”

I arched an eyebrow, leading her by saying, “But...”

My little sister shrugged. “But I’ll admit that I AM curious to find out what the hell you did to make Lex smile like that...”

DECEMBER 25, 2020

“Take good care of your sisters, now,” Grandpa told me seriously, waggling his index finger for emphasis.

“Of course I will,” I replied just as seriously, doing my best to ignore the innuendo in my own head.

“Thanks again for visiting!” Grandma called with a wave.

From twenty feet away as we stood on the lawn while our parents and grandparents remained on the front porch, Alex, Michelle, and I hefted the packages they’d set out for us. We wished them our final “Merry Christmas” greetings, loaded the packages into the car, and finally took off our facemasks.

Two and a half hours later, we got home, unloaded the car, and started pulling off our heavy winter clothing. I got distracted when Alex slipped her button-down sweater off her arms by thrusting her chest upwards and outwards. She noticed my gaze, grinned, and gave me a saucy look.

“Three-person shower?” my big sister suggested.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” Michelle cheered excitedly, already hopping up the stairs.

Alex winked and headed for the stairs as well, already knowing she didn’t need to wait for my confirmation. And with a chuckle, I followed after.

Nine months ago, I never would have imagined my life turning out the way it had. One day, the coronavirus was a distant thing halfway around the world that everybody talked about, made Corona beer jokes about, and otherwise ignored completely. Within weeks the whole world got turned upside down and I’d suddenly found myself sent home from university, isolated in my childhood home with my two sisters, one thing led to another, and soon we were all fucking.

I had loved those first few crazy weeks when Alex and I started banging, Michelle caught us, and I took Michelle’s virginity. Michelle slept with me in bed every night, although we didn’t have sex while she was still on her period. She did enjoy giving me blowjobs, though, and of course Alex had to get filled up with her little brother’s beautiful dick at least once a day. And to my everlasting delight, the two of them quite often decided to combine those activities into some pretty hot threesomes.

I’ll always remember that time I looked over and got the shock of my life to see Alex slurping my creampie out of Michelle’s cunt after we had our first fight when Alex’s anal plans all went to hell that one Sunday.

I’ll also never forget the moment I saw Michelle return the favor by eating her first creampie straight out of Alex’s cunt the following Tuesday.

And I would be remiss not to mention that Michelle finally got around to asking Alex to give her blowjob lessons. Those were a LOT of fun, and Michelle DID get a lot better!

That’s not to say the three of us were falling into bed or fucking each other over every surface of the house all day every week. We still had classes to attend, exams to study for, papers to write, and friends to keep in touch with. But yeah ... other than that, the three of us were pretty much falling into bed or fucking each other over every surface of the house all day every week. Michelle’s friends in particular had started questioning why she never seemed to have time for them, and when one of them asked during a group chat if she’d met a guy, her beet red blush had given her away. But overall, she’d kept a lid on things.

On the other hand, my friends didn’t give a shit. I either played online with them or I didn’t. If one of us dropped off the face of the planet for a week and then miraculously showed up again, nobody cared. He was back, and that was all that mattered. No questions asked.

Okay, it wasn’t sex ALL day every day. Michelle and I played board games and cuddled on the couch just to talk. All three of us did evening workouts together. Alex even got a pair of in-line skates so she could join me and Michelle on our roller excursions (she already knew how to skate). We made food, shopped for groceries, and watched Netflix. Life goes on. The only real difference was that in the beginning of quarantine, after a workout I wouldn’t have been able to walk behind one of the girls, slide my hand into the back of her Lululemon pants, and pop my middle finger into her pussy without getting slapped for it. Nowadays whenever I did that, Alex wouldn’t let me take my hand OUT until I’d fingered her to orgasm.

One day, Michelle put her foot into my lap during lunch, rubbing my junk with her toes until I got hard. After we were done eating, she circled around, pushed out my chair, and squatted to give me a blowjob. I nutted into her mouth two minutes before my next Zoom class.

Another day, Alex got it in her head to sneak under my desk and give me a blowjob DURING a Zoom class. My teacher started asking why my camera was turned off right around the time I painted my big sister’s tonsils.

There was that time Alex declared a “nude day” in the house so that we never put any clothes on. I could just walk up to one of the girls, slip my fingers into her from behind, whisper dirty things in her ear, and then slide my big beautiful dick into her from behind whenever the urge struck. THAT was a fun day. We also tried naked yoga, but only made it five minutes into the video before Michelle sucked my dick into her mouth while folded into some pretzel position, and the video was forgotten.

But time changes everything. The status quo never remains the same.

For one thing, Alex had graduated in June and started her new job almost immediately. Her routine changed along with a new 8-to-5 schedule. During the weekdays, at least, there were no more spontaneous hookups between classes. For the first month of work, actually, there had been very few hookups at all – she was too focused on learning her new responsibilities (while working from home, not even able to ask for help from her manager in person) to have much time for messing around with her brother. And even after that first month, it wasn’t like we went back to fucking every day. Nowadays, she’d crook her finger to me or make some innuendo-laced comment to invite me to come service her two or three times a week. Sometimes Michelle would join us, but more often not.

As for Michelle and me, eight months of living together in such close quarters had neutered a lot of the “romantic” feelings we’d initially felt for each other. We still enjoyed spending the majority of our time together and still cuddled in bed (almost) every night, even if we didn’t have sex every day anymore. We were like a pair of newlyweds who had settled down after nearly a year of cohabitation. Back in the spring and summer, we used to drive out, just the two of us, to see the sunset or go on a nice walk through the flower fields, stuff like that. But it had been weeks since our last “date” and as Alex would say, the “high school infatuation” was gone.

It seemed just as well. Now that two different Covid vaccines had been released, there was a light at the end of our quarantine tunnel. As part of the high-risk category, it seemed likely that Alex would get vaccinated around February or March, at which point the three of us could start to at least think about rejoining the real world. We’d be able to see our friends again, and by next fall I would be returning to school. I wasn’t gone YET, but Michelle and I had come to terms with the knowledge that our relationship “as is” wouldn’t last forever.

That didn’t mean we wouldn’t enjoy what time we had left. She still loved it when I would randomly grab her ass while passing behind her in the kitchen, or hug her from behind, kiss her cheek, and tell her I loved her. She’d still trail her hand across my shoulders when walking behind the couch, or lean over and turn my head just to give me a tender kiss. But our relationship wasn’t all about sex anymore. For example, last Saturday the three of us drove an hour out of town to a nice lake and spent the day hiking around and taking in the views. Alex spent thirty minutes trying to get the perfect Instagram photo. We didn’t get back home until late, took showers, and went to bed. I didn’t have a single ejaculation, but having spent all that time with the two people I loved most in the world, I would not considered it a day wasted.

Of course, I still LIKED having ejaculations. So for one of the girls to make a suggestion like Alex’s for a three-person shower, it felt like opening presents on Christmas Day...

Oh, yeah, today is Christmas Day.

Lucky me.

“It’s not gonna all fit.”

“It’s gonna all fit.”

“No way. It’s too fucking big.”

“Just relax.”

“You forget. I was there when he first did this to YOU. It’s too fucking BIG.”

“You can take it.”

“You were screaming about how much it hurt!”

“But it hurt so GOOOOOD.”

“How the fuck can hurt be good?”

“You’re about to find out.”

“I don’t— Ah, fuck.”

“There you go.”

“I never shoulda let you talk me into this.”

“You’re doing great.”

“Fuck! Holy FUCK! Fuckity FUCK!”

“Atta girl!”

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK!”

Let me state for the record that this wasn’t my idea. If it was up to me ... Well, that’s a lie. I had wanted this for a long time, but I was never going to ask. I mean, I wanted to ask but I’d promised myself I would never ask. Seriously, I knew that she knew that I wanted this and that was reason enough NOT to ask because she knew that I wanted it and if she wanted it too then she knew she would have to initiate because she knew that I wouldn’t, make sense?

No? Okay, I’m getting a little ahead of myself and not telling this right. Lemme start over.

Where was I? Oh, right: the three-person shower.

It started off like you’d expect a three-person shower to go. Lots of grab-ass and fondling and making sure boobs and butts were so clean you could eat (off) them. I was surprised to find the girls pawing at each other as much as they were doing this day. Neither of them was really lesbian. Okay, clearly neither of them was “lesbian”, but Michelle especially leaned more toward the straight side of bisexual. I mean, they each appreciated the occasional foray into the Sapphic arts and knew their way around the other’s body, and I got the impression Alex wouldn’t have minded having sex with her little sister more often. But Michelle was much more into fucking me, and messing around with Alex was either (A) a way of teasing and titillating me or (B) an occasional treat whenever the urge struck. Over the past eight months, the two of them had probably hooked up together without me only a handful of times.

Today seemed one of those days when both of them were very much into each other. Perhaps the moon and stars were in some precise cosmic alignment. Perhaps it was just the holidays. Whatever the reason, I was quite happy to see the way my two sisters grabbed each other’s head and started gnawing each other’s face off (in a good way) while the shower sprayed all over their nubile wet bodies. Michelle, in particular, was in a mood, and she attacked both of us with gusto. She was the first one to escalate things past groping and squat down to start giving me a blowjob. Alex soon joined her, the two sisters passing their brother’s dick back and forth between them.

Michelle then decided she wanted a shower fuck and braced herself against the glass wall so I could enter her from behind. She was tall enough to make the geometry work, and I certainly got a kick out of ramming her body hard enough to make her boobs squish against the glass with each thrust. Alex even helped out by reaching around us to rub Michelle’s clit. That said, shower sex is more of a kinky thing to do for fun, not the most pleasurable of positions. So we only kept it up for a few minutes before determining it was time to dry off and take our threesome to a proper bed.

I rather enjoyed following both girls down the hallway to Alex’s room while they wore absolutely nothing but towels twisted up into makeshift turbans on their heads for wet hair containment. Michelle wound up sitting atop the bed, reclined on her elbows while watching Alex eat her out. Alex knelt atop the foot of the bed, her ass at the perfect height for me to grab her hips and skewer her snatch from behind. But after Alex ate her little sister to a starter climax and I fucked my big sister to one as well, I ordered Michelle to come kneel right next to Alex so I could switch back and forth between them, fucking one pussy while fingering the other.

I could tell I was in for a special day when the girls ALSO turned their heads together and started making out while I swapped back and forth. In the end, I busted my nut inside Alex’s twat, and Michelle rolled her over to get to the creampie.

Yeah, this was definitely one of those days for Option B when the girls went full bisexual.

I went to sit up against the headboard and rest watching my sisters curl into a sixty-nine on their sides. They ate each other to another orgasm each, twisted around so they could kiss each other’s girlcum-covered face, and started whispering something so softly that I couldn’t make out the words from only six feet away. In the end, Michelle nodded and slipped off the bed. Meanwhile, Alex crawled over to me, waggled her eyebrows playfully, and bent her head to start sucking my half-hard dick.

“I ever tell you that you have a beautiful dick?” she asked between sucks as I started to get harder and longer.

I chuckled and nodded. “All the time.”

Alex stuck her tongue out and licked me from balls all the way to the tip. When she reached the top, she took every last inch of me in her mouth and throat before sticking her tongue out again to lick my balls at the same time. In all fairness, I hadn’t reached my full length just yet when she did that, but her action certainly sped up the process. And two minutes after that after I did reach full hardness, she did the same thing again, licking my balls while all eight inches were imbedded in her throat.

I haven’t even mentioned yet when she folded my cock into the valley of her D-cup cleavage, fucking me with her tits just for my viewing pleasure (we’d discovered I had a real thing for that in July). She kept that up for a while, whispering naughty things about all the times I’d blasted my jizz all over my big sister’s face. And then she went back to deep-throating me.

It was because of Alex’s distraction that I didn’t notice Michelle had left the room entirely. I was groaning and holding the top of my big sister’s head when I decided I wanted to eat some pussy at the same time, only to find that my other pussy was gone. But just when I considered (and quickly rejected) the idea of asking Alex to pull my dick out of her throat so she could answer my stupid question about our little sister’s location, Michelle returned.

She smiled at me a little nervously, but I still had cunnilingus on my brain, so I simply waved her over saying, “I want you to sit on my face.”

Arching an eyebrow, Michelle nodded and approached the bed. This time, Alex pulled herself off me to catch her breath, and in the interim I shifted down the mattress to give Michelle room to straddle me. I laid back down, Alex figured I was hard enough to mount. And while I felt my dick penetrating my busty big sister’s pussy for the second time tonight, my gorgeous little sister swung a knee over my head, aimed her sweet snatch at my chin, and let me grab her ass to pull her nether lips directly onto my outstretched tongue.

I actually didn’t notice it at first. My hands were clamped onto Michelle’s firm Varsity volleyball player buttcheeks, and my face was angled a little higher to gnaw on her clit. But when I shifted position to bring her body just a little higher, my chin bumped into an unexpectedly hard protrusion, and when I raised her butt a little higher to get a better look, my jaw dropped to see the pink plastic ring sticking out of my baby sister’s sphincter.

“Is that a butt plug?” I squawked in surprise, my eyes WIDE with shock.

Michelle grinned down at me, looking both nervous and relieved that her surprise had finally been revealed.

“Merry Christmas, big brother.”

No, I didn’t roll my baby sister over, yank out the butt plug, and swiftly replace it with my dick. I mean, I thought about it, but a second later I realized that if I ever wanted a repeat, I could NOT make Michelle’s first anal experience be quite so violent. Instead, I bore down with my lips and tongue to give her a Christmas present first, and I was rewarded a few minutes later with the fresh taste of girlcum flooding my face.

I was so focused on Michelle that I barely noticed Alex riding her way to an orgasm of her own. My big sister basically used my beautiful dick as a throbbing masturbatory tool, and she drew my attention when her cunt started clamping up around my cock while she cried out in climax. And a few seconds later she toppled off my prick, curling up in a fetal position as she shuddered with the aftershocks. I also noticed she’d tossed aside the towel in her hair by now.

THEN, I rolled my baby sister over onto her back. She was likewise limp and helpless as she recovered from her orally induced orgasm, so I had time to grab some tissues to clean up my face before I climbed onto her in a missionary position and pressed myself into her pussy. She was no longer as tight as a virgin, but she was still a snug fit. And once I reached full depth, I paused to catch my breath while tenderly brushing her bangs out of her face. Her towel turban had come loose, and I took the time to unwind the terrycloth and give myself an unobstructed view of her gorgeous face.

“Hey, Chelle,” I greeted her warmly while nuzzling her nose. “I love you.”

It took her a second for her eyes to focus, brain-scrambled as she was from the orgasm and then my penetration. But she stroked my cheek and giggled. “You’re just saying that because you think I’m gonna let you fuck my ass.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You’re not?”

Alex’s voice cut in, drawing my attention. “Of course she is. Why else would she have been stretching her asshole with my butt plugs for the past week? She even had that one in the whole visit to Grandma and Grandpa’s.”

I focused back on Michelle. “Is that true?”

Michelle took a deep breath and gave me a nervous look. “Thought it would be a good Christmas present.”

Reading her tone, I asked, “Not so sure anymore?”

“You’re fucking BIG. I’m afraid it’s gonna hurt.”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” Alex commented.

I shot Alex a ‘shut up’ look and returned my gaze to Michelle. “It really is the thought that counts. If you’re not ready, I’m okay with it.”

“But it’s Christmas.”

“I’m not a 6-year-old who’s gonna get mad Santa didn’t buy me the skateboard I really wanted.”

Alex quipped, “You wouldn’t stop complaining for DAYS after that Christmas.”

I shot Alex a harder ‘shut up’ look and quickly kissed Michelle on the lips, pulled back, and said, “It’s fine, really. I’m already in my favorite place in the world.”

“Hey!” Alex whined.

I rolled my eyes. “One of my TWO favorite places in the world.”

Alex shrugged. “Acceptable.”

Taking a deep breath, Michelle reached up to kiss me, set her head back down, and caressed my cheek. “I’m doing this. For real. I ... I love you. I want give this to you.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You sure?”

She put on a brave face and nodded. “I’m sure.”

I smiled and said, “Okay, but one condition.”

Now my little sister looked puzzled. “What condition?”

My smiled widened. “You have to let me fuck you to an orgasm first.” I remembered how Alex’s ass had relaxed considerably AFTER she’d climaxed.

Michelle laughed and kissed me again. This time she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me closely so she could hold the kiss a lot longer. Her tongue came out to play, and we wound up spending a couple of minutes making out like a pair of high schoolers (Michelle was a college freshman now).

When we finally separated, my baby sister beamed up at me. And in a quietly serious voice she said, “I’ll love you forever, you know.”

“Hmm?” I didn’t quite understand.

“I know you can’t actually be my boyfriend,” she said with a sigh. “I know that once we get out of quarantine you’ll eventually go back to school, find a pretty girl, get married, and have a couple of kids with HER, not me.”

I frowned, worried that I’d been wrong about my little sister getting over her infatuation with me.

“I’m okay with that,” she said quietly, before repeating once more, “I’m okay with that.”

I arched an eyebrow. It sounded like she was still trying to convince herself.

Michelle’s eyes unfocused as she got a thousand-yard stare for a few seconds, but she took a deep breath and looked up at me again. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay,” she clarified. “Just ... lemme enjoy the months that we have, alright?”

I nodded. “Of course. I love you, Chelle.”

“I love you, too.” And then she kissed me.

And then we moved.

Christmas is a special time. In normal years, we dress up in our nicest clothes, even if they aren’t the most comfortable. We make the effort to clean the house and tidy up, even if we’d rather just be lazy slobs and relax. We often meet up with extended family and make the effort to ask about their lives, even if we don’t really care and would rather not have to bother with visitors. And we spend our hard-earned money buying presents for everyone else. The point is: Christmas is a time of GIVING, of selflessness. Michelle was giving me a precious gift today, and even I couldn’t give her something of equal value, I wanted to do my best.

So I focused entirely on her. I watched her facial expressions, cocked my ears to listen to her vocal cues, and generally tried to please her as much as I possibly could. That’s not to say I didn’t try to please her every other day of the year, but most days I also wanted my own pleasure as well, you know?

Not today. Not this time, at least. I drove my baby sister up the proverbial wall, held her right at the edge of orgasm, but didn’t push her off. She tried to fall off the precipice on her own, of course, bucking her hips and trying in vain to grind her clit against my pelvic bone. But I backed off and held her back, watching the desperation in her face and using everything I had learned over eight months of making love to control her climax, knowing full well that the eventual explosion would be worth it.

And finally I let her go.

Her ankles were hooked around my calves since she’d been using her legs to try and raise herself off the mattress and get that contact pressure against my pelvic bone. It was a simple matter to slam myself down, grind down HARD on her clit, and carve my cock around the inner walls of her cunt. I sucked on her neck hard enough to leave a hickey - good thing she didn’t have any Zoom classes for a few days lest she need to wear a turtleneck. And at the same time, I reached a hand beneath her ass, grabbed the end of her butt plug, and wriggled it at the same time.

Michelle exploded.

She clamped down on me so hard that I nearly came.

And then she passed out.

Perfect.

Michelle’s body had gone as limp as it would ever go. I paused on top of her body, propped up on my elbows so that my chest wouldn’t crush her while I tried to catch my breath. She looked so peaceful, eyes closed in sleep with her head lolled to the side. I chuckled at the sight of her developing hickey now prominently displayed in the crook of her neck.

“Pull out, quick,” Alex said, suddenly beside me.

“Huh?”

She held up the bottle of lube.

“Oh, right.”

I backed out, exiting my little sister’s sodden snatch with an audible squish. She was soaked in girlcum, and trickles of it started running out of her twat and down her taint.

Alex quickly filled her hand with lube and slathered it onto my throbbing erection. A second later, she pulled out the butt plug, stuck in the nozzle, and squirted her sister’s rectum with a ton of the slippery stuff as well. Michelle moaned and started to awake.

“Hurry up!” Alex hissed. She grabbed my beautiful dick in her hand and aimed me while I took hold of Michelle’s legs and lifted them over my shoulders for leverage.

With my cockhead notched, Alex actually spanked my ass, and I reflexively rammed the first four inches in.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Michelle’s eyes flew WIDE open as she suddenly felt a human dick invade her ass for the very first time.

I stopped, halfway in. She’d clamped up TIGHT and I wasn’t going to make it any deeper without her express permission.

“Fucking FUCK!” my little sister barked, her eyes staying open wide as she searched the ceiling for answers as to how her previously virgin asshole had been suddenly violated. “Holy SHIT you guys...”

Alex was suddenly over Michelle’s face, blocking her view of the ceiling as she chirped, “Merry Christmas!”

“Fuck you for talking me into doing this.”

“Aww, but you wanted to give him the perfect present.” Alex giggled again.

“I take it back.”

“Little late for that, sister.”

“It’s too big.” Michelle shook her head in a vehement negative.

“It’s already in you.”

“It’s not gonna all fit.”

“It’s gonna all fit.”

“No way. It’s too fucking big.”

“Just relax.”

“You forget. I was there when he first did this to YOU. It’s too fucking BIG.”

“You can take it.”

“You were screaming about how much it hurt!”

“But it hurt so GOOOOOD.”

“How the fuck can hurt be good?”

“You’re about to find out.”

“I don’t— Ah, fuck.”

Alex had spanked my ass again, and I suddenly lurched forward another inch. Holding Michelle’s legs over my shoulders, I looked down at her with concern, wondering if I should pull out.

“There you go.” Alex said with a smile.

“I never shoulda let you talk me into this.”

“You’re doing great.” Alex spanked my ass again, and I pushed forward another inch. Keeping up the pressure and switching my grip to her buttcheeks, I pulled her body toward mine, burrowing deeper and deeper and deeper.

“Fuck!” Michelle exclaimed, once again searching the ceiling as her head lolled left and right. Her eyes were actually unseeing, all her attention focused inward on the baseball bat crawling up her ass. “Holy FUCK! Fuckity FUCK!”

“Atta girl!” Alex cheered enthusiastically.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK!”

“That’s everything,” I grunted, feeling my pelvis press all the way up against my baby sister’s buttcheeks.

“Fuckity FUCK!” Michelle exclaimed once more. “Holy SHIT you’re big!”

“How does it feel?”

“I don’t fucking know! It’s just so ... so...”

“Full?”

“YES!”

“Like losing your virginity again?”

“YES!”

“Feeling the man you love more than anyone in the whole world buried deep inside a part of your body you’ve never felt touched before?”

“YES!”

“Yeah...” Alex sighed dreamily. “That’s exactly what it feels like when he does it to me, too.”

“Get in fucking line, sister.”

Alex laughed and leaned over to peck Michelle on the lips. “What, you don’t want him to pull out immediately, leave you the fuck alone, and swear on Grandma’s life that he will never put that baseball bat anywhere near your asshole again? Because if you want him to do that right now, I’ve got a teeny-tight asshole that would really love to feel all that right now.”

“Wait your fucking turn!” Michelle wheezed. “Holy SHIT this hurts.”

“But doesn’t it hurt so good?”

“Fucking A it does...” Michelle closed her eyes, took a deep breath (or three), and concentrated on the feelings. When she opened them again, she was able to focus on me, and she reached up to caress my cheek once more, mumbling softly, “Hey there...”

I smiled and held her hand to my cheek. “Hey, Chelle ... You alright?”

She closed her eyes and nodded slowly. After taking another deep breath, she murmured, “You can start moving now.”

Relocating both hands to Michelle’s hips, I slowly withdrew a few inches and then just as slowly pushed back inside. She gasped and tensed up, but managed to relax herself a moment later, keeping her eyes closed as she concentrated on the feelings. She started to smile.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Alex asked, observing Michelle’s expression as well.

“Mmm-hmm ... It’s so weird. It still hurts, but it’s...”

“It hurts so good.”

“Nnghh ... Yeah...”

Michelle’s anal chute clamped down on me less and less, so I started to pick up speed. I was also now moving about six inches in and out, bottoming out with each thrust but not pulling all the way back.

“Fuck ... fuck ... fuck...” Michelle groaned with furrowed eyebrows and clenched eyes. She tossed her head back and started lolling it from side to side. “Fuuuuuck meeee. Ohmigawd. Fuck my ass, big brother. Fuck my ass...”

“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” I grunted with every thrust. “You’re so tight.”

“You like that, huh?” Michelle moaned. “You like fucking your baby sister’s teenaged asshole? You like violating my virgin body?”

“Fucking A, Chelle...” I groaned, slamming myself all the way in and holding it there for a minute.

She laughed, which carried vibrations throughout her whole body, including her anal muscles. “You’re so fucking deep inside of me. It feels like you’re touching my very core.”

Leaning forward, I bent her long, lithe body beneath mine. I didn’t quite fold her in half, but we were getting there. And digging my toes into the mattress, I started to really pump her harder.

I’m fucking my little sister’s ass.

I’m fucking my little sister’s ass.

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

“Ohhh ... shiiiiiiittt...” Michelle moaned as I really started to lay down the lumber. “My big brother’s fucking my ass ... My big brother’s fucking my ass ... Holy SHIT my big brother’s fucking my ass...”

I chuckled at the symmetry but concentrated on fucking her harder. Her butthole loosened up quite a bit, more quickly than her virgin pussy had done all those months ago. So I could actually pump her pretty fast. Michelle groaned and moaned and tossed her head side-to-side, eyes closed and teeth clenched. And as her breathing sped up, I realized she was about to cum.

“Fuck ... meeeee...” Michelle moaned. “Fuck ... meeeee...”

I plundered that tight ass harder and harder, now with all eight inches ramming in and out. Once, I actually pulled out a little too far, missed re-entry, and had to quickly guide myself back in.

Michelle didn’t miss a beat. Her abs clenched as she fucked herself back at me just as hard as I was fucking her. Over and over we pounded together, until her climax finally reached a boiling point. She suddenly tensed, her powerful legs kicking forward so that I was knocked upright. But my dick stayed lodged inside my little sister’s rectum as it clamped down tighter than ever and locked me into place.

“FUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!” Michelle howled, creaming hard enough to squirt out some leftover girlcum from her saturated snatch that splattered against my belly. She bucked and writhed like a wild horse, and it was all I could do to hold on for the ride.

“FUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!” she yelled again, her ankles crossing behind my neck and I had to grip her inner legs to make sure she didn’t snap off my head between them.

“FUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!” she yelled one last time, her entire body arched off the bed save for her head and upper shoulders, those perky breasts thrust up into the air.

And finally, she collapsed, her legs going limp and falling away from my chest as she pivoted to one side and curled up into a ball. The movement released my prick and pulled her ass off me, leaving my lube-covered cock waving in the air.

“Holy shit,” Alex chirped. “You still haven’t cum?”

I shrugged. “I was kinda focused on her.”

Michelle was unconscious, eyelids shut but relaxed. She had the biggest smile on her face at the same time, wearing an expression of such utter and complete satisfaction that even Alex noticed and said, “She looks SOOO fucking happy.”

I nodded my agreement. “She does. Hey, wanna help me give her a pleasant wakeup? You can go down on her while I kiss her.”

Alex laughed, “Like a Sleeping Beauty princess wakeup, only a LOT naughtier.”

I grinned. “Something like that.”

“Sure thing, but afterwards?” My big sister held up the lube and grinned. “My turn.”

While Alex wasn’t an anal queen or anything, I actually DID butt-fuck her once a week for a couple of months in the beginning, and then we got out of the habit as the novelty wore off. Since then it had been a very occasional thing, more like once or (maybe) twice a month, usually when she was on her period. At least she’d become accustomed to my size, so she didn’t need to go through days of pre-stretching herself in order to get ready. So tonight, once she lubed herself up, all I had to do was grip it and rip it.

Still in a “giving” mood, focused on getting my woman off before me. My second erection always lasted longer than the first, but even so, Alex’s ass was so tight and so hot and so unfrickinbelievably awesome that I could feel myself starting to lose it. But I concentrated on technique and reading my big sister’s cues, and just managed to hold out long enough for Alex to get her anal orgasm.

After Alex stopped shrieking, her forearms collapsed, and we came to a stop with my dick still imbedded eight inches into the depths of her bountiful booty, I exhaled slowly and tried to catch my breath. A moment later, though, my other sister moved herself alongside us, parking her butt about two feet over to the left and wagging it invitingly, her anal sphincter not quite entirely re-closed.

“My turn?” Michelle asked impishly, sounding very much recovered. “You didn’t cum in my ass. It’s not a proper first time if you don’t cum in my ass.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” I growled, pulled out of Alex’s backdoor (while she moaned in disappointment), took one step to my left, and grabbed onto my baby sister’s butt. Notching my mushroom head into place, I started pressing my way into her already-stretched anus and watched it slowly iris open to allow my access. She moaned the whole way down, and in less than a minute I was once again buried up one of my sister’s butts.

Michelle bucked back at me as hard as I fucked her. She would be feeling the consequences in the morning, but right now she was feeling no pain and wanted nothing more than to feel her brother’s hot cum pouring into her ass. I was like-minded, and yet Alex’s butt was still up in the air just a couple of feet to my right, and on impulse I pulled out of Michelle (while she moaned in disappointment), took a step to the right, and slammed myself back up Alex’s asshole.

I had been a good boy this Christmas, focused on giving my sisters pleasure.

Now it was MY turn.

It didn’t take a minute to re-enter Alex’s anal chute. Her anus was gaped wide open, and I slid right in to the hilt. She grunted and groaned, trying and failing to get back up onto all fours before giving up and just letting me take her. But I only jackhammered her ass for a minute or so before switching back to Michelle.

Entry was a little easier this time. My little sister was still pretty stretched out, and it only took twenty seconds or so to get myself fully imbedded. Alex’s ass was still snug, but it had become a hot sleeve of pleasure. Michelle’s tunnel still gripped and grabbed and resisted the whole way down. But a solid two minutes of fucking it soon loosened her up.

But then I went back to Alex for a minute. And then back to Michelle. And back to Alex. Finally, I switched back to Michelle.

And I was at my limit.

“Gonna cum,” I grunted. By now, my little sister’s butt had stretched sufficiently for me to smoothly slide in and out at a pretty swift speed. A little extra lube squirted through her sphincter helped too. The point is: By now I could basically rabbit-hump the hell out of my baby sister’s tight teenage ass, and I could feel my balls coiling to cum.

“Wait-wait-wait!” Alex suddenly shouted.

I hesitated, not wanting to stop so close to my orgasm, but I slowed down and finally stopped as my big sister dropped and started awkwardly crawling across the mattress. Two seconds later, I realized she was getting into a sixty-nine position underneath Michelle, and I nearly came just from imagining what was about to happen.

My imagination came true.

“Holy SHIT,” Michelle moaned when Alex started tonguing her clit while I still had my dick up her ass. Alex even reached up and spread my little sister’s buttcheeks wider for me.

“Don’t just stare. Get back to fucking!” My big sister ordered.

I got back to fucking.

Alex got back to eating.

Michelle tried eating, but she was WAY too distracted.

No matter, I couldn’t handle much more, hammering her as hard as I could, and once again I grunted, “Gonna cum.”

“Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Cum in my fucking ass!” Michelle yelled, banging her butt back against me with every bump. “Cum in my ass! I wanna feel it! Blast a big load into my butt, baby! FUUUUCK! FUUUUCK! I’m cumming too!!!”

And then I came.

Like water from a fire hydrant side-swiped by an out of control car, all my pent-up sperm erupted into the depths of my baby sister’s bowels. She visibly flinched at the moment of impact, jerking forward as she felt her butt abruptly fill up with brother spunk. At the same time, I’d rammed myself so hard against her backside that Michelle’s forearms collapsed, and then her legs collapsed, and together we collapsed into a heap face-down across Alex’s bed. And still I wasn’t done cumming.

Splayed out atop my sister’s body, I twitched and spasmed like an electrocuted trout on the deck while my dick continued to spurt out its final few wads of sperm. At last, I had nothing left to give and finally went limp, gasping for oxygen as it felt like I hadn’t been breathing for more than a minute.

“Holy shit,” Michelle groaned beneath me. “I think that’s the hardest you’ve EVER fucked me.”

“Sorrryyy,” I wheezed.

My baby sister started laughing, turned her cheek toward mine, and reached up to hold my head. “No, I loved it. We should do that more often.”

“Huh?”

“Alex was right.”

On cue, our big sister mumbled, ““Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”

Michelle grinned. “It hurt so good. I can’t believe how much I loved my big brother fucking me in the ass. Seriously, we are SO doing that again. Just ... not tonight.”

“Or tomorrow, or maybe a week,” Alex added. “You’re gonna be SORE.”

“Maybe,” Michelle conceded, twisting a little to the side until I finally pulled out of her butt and we were facing-each other. “I can afford to wait a week. Because I’m gonna love you forever, big brother.”

I smiled and kissed her. “I’ll always love you, too.”

Alex crawled over and mussed the hair on both of our heads. “And I’ll love you both, you rugrats.”

We all chuckled at that, and after a bit of shuffling, I flopped over onto my back with a sister’s head pillowed on each side of my chest. I cinched my arms around them tightly, hugging them close.

“Well THIS will certainly be a Christmas I’ll never forget,” Michelle commented.

“I NEVER thought things would end up like this when we started quarantine,” Alex added.

I grinned and squeezed them tight. “2020: Best damn year of my life.”