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.