“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.”