Chapter 1: Quarantined

“How long can this fucking thing LAST?”

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

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

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

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

“CHELLEY!” Alex thundered.

“GO UPSTAIRS” Michelle yelled right back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was SOOOO boring.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then I’d promptly choked.

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

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

“Not that part. The other part.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And my damn hard-on wouldn’t go away.

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

We had been in quarantine WAY too long.

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

This was so WRONG.

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry! Sorry!” I apologized.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the hell is going on?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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