The idea of that sobered me. I suppose I had always known in the back of my head that this thing COULD last a lot longer than any of us realized, at least in theory. But didn’t people say this would all blow over by summer? Didn’t all the scientific theory say the virus wouldn’t do well once the weather warmed up? I well and truly loved both my sisters, and Pornhub and my right hand could keep me busy for a while, but no way was I gonna go a whole fucking YEAR without having real sex with a live, human girl. The virus wouldn’t last that long. It just couldn’t.
I ain’t fuckin’ waiting a whole fuckin’ year! my dick informed me coldly.
But what if the virus did last?
I thought about Michelle and I starting to check each other out while exercising, something I never would have thought I’d do in a million years. I thought about the illicit thoughts of her masturbating in the shower and my incomprehensible inability to make those thoughts go away. I thought about the memory of one of the girls slipping into my bedroom and pulling my dick out through my pajama pants in the middle of the night, half-disbelieving it was real and half-believing (but 100% terrified) it WAS real.
I realized my thoughts were going in circles and not going to amount to anything but more confusion, so after a while I finally got up off the couch. The girls’ fight had come at the end of dinner, so I busied myself clearing off the table and loading the dirty dishes into the washer. The girls did most of the cooking and I did all of the cleaning, a fair trade in my estimation.
But once everything was put away and I’d started the dishwasher, I checked the clock and realized it was almost time for Michelle and me to start our evening YouTube workout and I still needed to change. So I headed upstairs, intending to go straight to my bedroom; but as I passed by Alex’s bedroom, I heard the muffled sound of her obviously sexual moaning through the locked door. Normally when I heard such a thing I would always quickly move on, but not tonight. I paused, closed my eyes, and listened a little harder. I wondered if Alex was rubbing her clit with just her fingers, or if (more likely) she kept a vibrator in her nightstand and was currently pushing it in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I wondered if maybe ... just maybe ... she was imagining it was MY dick pushing inside her.
Guilt hit me immediately, and I shook that thought from my head as I softly padded down the hallway. My bedroom was next, the door open as always. But right next to it, separated by only a couple of feet, was Michelle’s closed bedroom door. For some reason, I found myself pausing just outside it, closing my eyes, and listening a little harder. And sure enough, muffled moans came floating from behind the door - the sounds of a young woman in heat.
Once again, the guilt hit me, and I swiftly entered my room and closed the door. I took deep, calming breaths, long enough to let the blood flowing into my growing erection reverse course. And then I changed into my workout gear, just a t-shirt and gym shorts. Perhaps five minutes after entering my room, I emerged and rapped my knuckles twice on Michelle’s bedroom door.
“Hey, Chelle,” I called in a neutral voice. “I’m going downstairs to pick out a Sydney Cummings vid. No rush. Just come down whenever you’re ready.”
There was a short delay, but Michelle’s voice came back just as neutrally. “Okay, see you in a bit.”
Forcing myself to NOT imagine what my little sister was doing in her room, I quickly headed back downstairs.
Nobody came into my bedroom that night, nor the next several nights after. Every morning, I awoke to find everything in order, with everything tucked in where it was supposed to be. Well, there was one day when my morning wood managed to sprout itself through the flap of my boxers, but it was still safely inside my pajama pants. By the next week, I was much more thoroughly convinced that I had dreamt up the whole thing about a 3am visitor.
Alex also calmed way down after that big fight. The next morning she apologized to Michelle for being such a bitch, explaining that she was PMS’ing like crazy on top of stressing about distance learning exams. This was supposed to be her victory lap semester before graduating and getting her degree, but now the whole world had flipped upside-down. Michelle was quite gracious in accepting her apology, all things considered. In my opinion, Michelle actually had it worse, missing her high school victory lap in addition to senior prom and all the other high school rites of passage.
What followed was perhaps the best week of quarantine for us. I scored a fresh stash of toilet paper. Alex spent more time with us, even hanging around to play board games a bit. And even the furtive, decidedly un-sisterly glances my sisters had been giving me went away.
I got both my big and little sisters back. My mind stopped wandering into dangerously incestuous imagery. And I poured a quart of semen into various tissues fantasizing about Pornhub models, plus a few busty blonde bisexual beauties that love eating creampies in erotica.
Everything had gone back to normal...
... until the night that “normal” went completely out the window.
I was sitting up in bed, slowly jacking my rod while reading a story about this Wall Street investment banker whose heretofore unknown father died and left him to inherit a few billion dollars, when a knock sounded at my door along with some muffled question that I couldn’t quite hear.
I was rather engrossed in a part when the main character woke up in his new penthouse apartment spooned behind his busty Australian personal assistant, started making out with her, and started to burrow his thick shaft deep into her wet tunnel, so without looking up I called out a querying, “Yeah?”
My bedroom door opened, Alex walked in, asking, “Hey squirt, have you seen my—- HOLY SHIT!”
I jerked my eyes away from the iPad, gawking in shock to find my big sister in my bedroom while I had my hand around my dick. I was dressed only in my pajama pants, but those had been pushed down to mid-thigh to give me free access to my upright shaft, and then it was my turn to exclaim, “Holy shit, Lex! What are you DOING in here?”
“I ASKED if it was alright for me to come in! You said ‘yes’!” She waved her arms for emphasis but made no move to leave the room. Instead, she continued gawking at my crotch, and more specifically at the erection still bobbing around seeing as I was incomprehensibly more embarrassed about the sex story and was busy trying to hit the iPad lock button and make it go away. Only then did I remember to yank my pajama pants all the way up.
“I don’t remember saying ‘yes’!” I squawked, blushing bright pink.
With my dick now out of sight, Alex finally brought her gaze up to my face. “Well you DID,” she said defensively. “I would NEVER just barge in here without asking. I know for SURE there’s a 50/50 chance of you doing ... well ... exactly what you were doing ... just now.”
“Okay, okay, whatever. Let’s try to pretend you never saw anything.” I grimaced, recognizing that I had been distracted and quite possibly had replied in the affirmative without realizing it. “Whaddaya want?”
“I ... uhhh...” My big sister looked stumped for a moment, having clearly forgotten what she’d come here to ask. She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember as she stared off into the middle-distance. But then her gaze tracked across my bare-naked torso, down my six-pack abs, and to the bulge in my pajama pants that hadn’t gone away, and her mouth went slack a bit.
I sighed, still on edge. Realizing that this is what it must feel like to have really big boobs while wearing a low-cut top, I gestured with both hands and muttered, “My eyes are up here, Lex.”