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.