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.