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.”
“Wait, what?” I pulled back and Michelle sat up straighter. “What was that about Lex’s boyfriend?”
“You weren’t listening? This afternoon when she was yelling at Emily?”
I blinked and shrugged my shoulders. “Once she starts screaming that loud I just sort of tune her out. She was talking about her boyfriend?”
Michelle nodded. “He’s sick of being cooped up, and his friends keep telling him he has ‘rights’ or some such bullshit - that the government can’t keep him locked up, and they can’t stop him from going out to see his friends. Or at least that’s what Alex was telling Emily. Supposedly he didn’t say anything specific about flirting with other girls, but Alex’s convinced herself he’s already banging someone else. It would explain why he’s been so much less available. She said they haven’t even had FaceTime sex in like a week.”
I shook my head slowly, processing all of that.
Michelle started chuckling. “As it stands right now, if they don’t come up with a vaccine until next year, she’s staring down a future where YOURS is the only dick she’ll have within reach until 2021.”
I grimaced immediately at the thought.
Michelle gave me a funny look. “What? Grossed out by the idea of your sister coming onto you?”
My scowled deepened. “She’s my sister, Chelle.”
Michelle shrugged and stood up from the couch, wiping the last traces of tears from her eyes. She turned around, staring out the sliding door into the darkness outside, muttering, “Well when you’re out of options, you’re out of options.” And with that, she went upstairs.
Feeling a little weirded out by the whole situation, I stayed on the couch and tried to process everything that had happened. And I thought about Michelle’s words about being out of options and everything.
It was true, we were all out of options. For as much as the girls fought each other, I knew deep down that they loved each other. I certainly loved them both. It was why we had never questioned our parents’ orders to obey strict quarantine and not risk exposing Alex to something that could quite literally kill her. But what if Michelle was right, and the lockdowns wouldn’t get lifted until a vaccine was developed? Could the three of us really be stuck together like this for the rest of the fucking YEAR?