UARANTINED... WITH MY SISTER

-- Friday, pre-dawn. Day 5 of quarantine.

I often have sex dreams while I sleep. Since I prefer to sleep naked, my wife can attest to that -- she regularly makes sarcastic remarks about getting poked in the middle of the night.

Tonight was one of those nights. Though sound asleep, I was somehow aware of being completely erect. In my dream, I was lying naked on my back on top of the bed, and a woman was kneeling on the foot of the bed between my spread-apart legs. While I laid there in blissful enjoyment, she was perfectly alternating her technique: sucking with her mouth, then stroking me with her hand.

My surroundings were completely dark. My watch read 3:12am. I felt disoriented... it felt so good, that it almost seemed too real to be just a dream. Was it?? The next question that wandered across my sleepy mind was why my wife would be giving me a blow job at 3 in the morning... not that I was upset about it!

Subconsciously, I stretched my arm forward to place my hand upon my wife's head and let her know that -- if this was real -- I was certainly enjoying her surprise.

As soon as my fingertips reached her hair, she pulled off my cock with a loud slurp, looked up at me, and smiled wide.

"You have a really nice cock," my sister said.

"Thank you..." Wait, what?!?!?

My... sister?!?!?

I tried to pinch myself to wake up... but it didn't work. I felt frozen. Transfixed. Unable to stop this fantasy that felt so good... but was so horribly wrong.

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--- Monday. Day 1 of quarantine.

Four days earlier, before that very unusual and disturbing dream, I had driven to pick up my sister from the airport. Her husband was preoccupied with a 5-day work conference, so she figured it would be a great week for her to come visit me, my wife, and our kids. We happily agreed to host her; it had been quite a while since we had all seen each other!

My sister and I had been pretty close growing up. She was four years younger than me: far enough apart to not be in direct competition with each other, but close enough in age to be friends and trusted confidantes. The only phase I hadn't been around for very much was her dating life, as I got married fairly young (21) and was out of the house while she was still in high school. My parents indicated that she became quite a boy magnet during that stage -- understandably so, because the beautiful blonde looks that she developed reminded me quite a bit of Paulina Gretzky (who happens to be one of the women on my "secret five").

My sister eventually settled down and got married at age 27. Shortly thereafter, she moved with her new husband to be close to his family... who, unfortunately, lived on the opposite side of the country. 3,000+ miles of geographical separation created literal distance between us, and soon the busyness of our family lives created relational distance as well. Nonetheless, whenever we did see each other, it was a happy reunion -- just as it was that day when she exited the airport terminal and spotted my car.

I jumped out to help put her suitcases in the trunk, and we quickly embraced in the blustery cold before scurrying back into the warm car.

"Brrrrr!!!" She shivered. "I'm not used to this cold weather anymore. But hey -- it's worth it! It is sooo great to see you again, brother!!"

She punctuated that statement by removing the medical mask form her face. We were still in the midst of the COVID pandemic. "Ugh... it's also so nice to be able to take this off after having to wear it for the past 8 hours!"

I shook my head in empathy. "I can only imagine." Such inconveniences were partially why our own family hadn't been doing as much travel as usual.

"You look good, brother -- how long has it been, almost 2 years now?!?"

I nodded. "Same to you, sis -- and yes, it's been waaay too long. I'm so glad this worked out!"

"I can only imagine how much bigger the kids are now..." Her voice trailed off in wonder.

"Yeah, they keep growing up! They're definitely looking forward to seeing their aunt again," I shared genuinely.

"Awww good," my sister responded. "I'm looking forward to seeing them too."

For the next few hours as we drove back to my house, we caught up on a variety of topics. I hadn't realized how much I missed my sister's laugh or our natural conversations. The time and distance that had separated us instantly evaporated in that brief time of being back together again.

When we were just a few minutes away from my house, her phone buzzed. That wasn't unusual, but her reaction was: after reading the notification, she shocked me with a loud, bold, abrupt exclamation. "Oh FUCK," she said.

Woah. I had hardly ever heard my sister swear. Certainly not that word. Something must really not be good. "What's wrong, sis??"

She groaned loudly. "Sooo... I took a COVID test yesterday, just to be safe... aaand I just got the results. It's positive. Apparently I have COVID."

Dead silence filled the car. My mind raced to figure out how to process that news -- especially since my wife was quite paranoid about potential exposure. My sister was scheduled to stay with us for 7 days. I had just spent several hours unmasked in the small confines of the car with her.

Eventually a question about my sister's well-being led me to break the silence: "Do you feel sick?"

"Not really...," she replied, somewhat hesitatingly, "... I mean, I've had a bit of a headache, but I thought it was from wearing my mask all day."

More silence.

She spoke softly: "I am so sorry. I had no idea..."

I waved her off. "Don't worry about it. We'll figure it out."

We had reached my house. I pulled in the driveway, but kept the car running. "Let me call my wife and let her know... let's see what she's comfortable with."

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--- Tuesday. Day 2 of quarantine.

As it turned out, what my wife was comfortable with was... well, not much. When I made that phone call, my wife had us wait in the car while she went downstairs into our finished basement to set up the sofa bed for me and an air mattress for my sister. We typically used that large room for recreation... but for the next week (or more), it would become our isolation chamber.

My wife laid out several 'rules of engagement': 1) We were only allowed to come upstairs to use one particular bathroom -- which wouldn't be used by anyone else in the family. 2) Meals would be left at the top of the basement steps for us to retrieve when no one was there. 3) Anything else that we needed from upstairs was to be requested by text.

It was hard to avoid comparisons to prison.

Although my sister did her best to be respectful, she eventually voiced her frustrations: "I had no idea your wife was so uptight."

"Yeah... I'm sorry," was all I could say.

"No, I'm sorry for you!" my sister responded. "Are you that paranoid about getting sick from me?"

I shrugged. "Not really. It is what it is."

My sister had done some research on the rules of the airline, and learned that she wouldn't be able to keep the return flight that she had booked... her stay would have to be extended by several days. However, as was often typical for her, she found a way to look on the bright side: "Well... it looks like the two of us are going to have plenty of extra time to catch up!"

"Yep, I guess so!" I tried to sound cheery, but internally I was a bit anxious. What were we going to do for that many days... stuck downstairs?? Fortunately, one significant reprieve was that our large-screen TV and other gaming/entertainment stuff was in the basement. I turned to my sister: "You still like watching movies?"

My sister smiled agreeably and nodded.

"Well, prepare for a movie-watching binge like never before!" I playfully remarked in a deep announcer's voice, trying to push through my discouragement.

She laughed. "Sounds good. I'm up for whatever... I'm sure we'll find stuff to do. I just hope neither of us gets really sick."

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--- Wednesday. Day 3 of quarantine.

On Wednesday, about 36 hours after I had first picked up my sister from the airport, I woke up with a mild headache. Until that point, other than a low-grade fever for her, neither of us had been experiencing any new symptoms.

My sister, who apparently was already awake, noticed me stirring. She gently called over to me: "Good morning. How ya feelin?"

I acknowledged the heaviness in my forehead, but said that I felt fine other than that. I returned the question: "How about you?"

"I'm fine," she said. "I got really hot last night in bed -- maybe it was the fever -- but I feel better now."

She tossed the sheets aside and stood up... which caused me to quickly avert my eyes. Apparently, she had gotten so warm that she had decided to take her pants off during the middle of the night. Her long toned legs were quite pleasing to look at... but they belonged to my sister. I forced myself to stare at the ceiling until it sounded like she had slipped her pajama pants back on.

"Want some coffee?" she asked. "I can place an order," she added, her voice tainted by mild sarcasm.

The split-living arrangement -- being separated from the rest of my family -- was certainly odd, but we were slowly getting used to it. My wife had made it a habit to check on us every hour or so to ask if we needed anything... at least she wasn't treating us like complete outcasts.

Later that day, my sister confirmed her flight home. As long as everything with her health resolved sufficiently, she'd end up being with us for a total of 12 days.

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--- Friday. Day 5 of quarantine (part 2).

The bright sun peering through the basement windows woke me up on the fifth day of quarantine. I glanced at the watch on my Fitbit: it read 8:24am.

I suddenly had an alarming flashback. I re-envisioned the bizarre scene that had been unfolding the last time I remembered glancing at my watch. My pulse quickened. That was only a dream... right?!?

I wasn't entirely sure. Heart pounding with uncertainty, I lifted the sheets... but to my relief, my underwear was still on.

I slid my hand inside my boxers: I felt a little bit of sticky residue, but that wasn't too surprising, given the vividness of that particular sex dream.

I sat up and looked to the far corner of the room: my sister appeared to be sound asleep, nestled under the blankets on top of the air mattress.

That dream was so vivid that it felt like reality... but perhaps the realistic sensations were some type of COVID-induced delirium?? I tried to shrug it off.

The house seemed quiet. I slid silently out of bed, slipped on my pajama pants, and tiptoed upstairs to use the bathroom. As had been the routine of the last few mornings, I poured myself a cup of coffee and returned downstairs to prepare for another long day of relative isolation.

It was close to 10am when my sister finally stirred in her bed. With nothing much to do, we both had been sleeping in the past few days, but that was exceptionally late.

"Well, good afternoon," I called out jokingly to her when her tousled head rose reluctantly from her pillow.

"Ha," she retorted, rubbing her sleepy face with her hands. "Very funny."

She stretched her arms up toward the ceiling and let out a big yawn. Her stretch accentuated the rise of her medium-sized breasts... why was I looking at them?!? Ashamed of myself for staring at my sister's chest, I quickly looked away.

"Sleep well last night?" she asked, sounding innocent enough.

"I did..." My voice trailed off. I still wasn't sure if I had caught my sister giving me a blow job in the middle of the night, or if I had simply imagined that. Either way, the girl in my dream had swallowed my entire load, so there would be no evidence to prove it one way or the other. I decided to play it coy: "You?"

"Definitely," she responded immediately, "... I don't think I even woke up once!"

Internally, I breathed a deep sigh of relief, even if the vividness of last night's dream was still unsettling to me. Well, that settles that.

The rest of the morning, and the rest of that day, went as expected: more hanging out... more movie-watching... with periodic breaks to eat something or go upstairs to use the bathroom. The nonchalant nature of the day, and the fact that my sister's disposition remained the same as it had been, seemed to confirm that I had made too big of a deal out of my very strange, very lifelike... and very uncomfortably incestual... dream.

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--- Saturday. Day 6 of quarantine.

All the days tend to blur together when you're quarantined. I only knew that it was Saturday because my wife called down to say that she and the kids were leaving for the day to hang out with some friends.

The front door had no sooner shut than my sister turned to me with an unusual twinkle in her eye. "Hey... so there's this one movie that I've been wanting to watch, but it was a little too risqué to put on while your family was around. Now that they're gone, do you mind if I watch it?"

It was an oddly-worded request. "Uh... sure... what's it called?"

"The Dreamers," she told me.

I'd never heard of it. "Go for it," I shrugged in consent.

"You want some popcorn? You wanna watch it with me?" she asked me.

"Sure." After all, I had nothing better to do!

She returned from the kitchen a few minutes later with a bowl of popcorn for us to share. Climbing into the other side of the pull-out sofa which had become my temporary bed, she wiggled under the sheets, placed the popcorn between us, and started the movie.

It didn't take long before I realized why she had waited until my family had left. I'm not sure what was most family-inappropriate: the vulgar language... the intense scenes of graphic nudity... or the sexual threesome that involved a pair of siblings.

Although those erotic scenes evoked a certain sense of discomfort, I couldn't deny the fact that they were also very arousing. I soon realized that I was going to need to watch the movie with my knees bent up toward my chest... in order to disguise the growing tower that was rising between my legs underneath the sheets.

The provocative nature of the movie was amplified even further by how awkward it felt to be so aroused while sitting next to my sister. During one of the most intense scenes -- which included an extended close-up of the lead female's vulva -- I glanced at my sister to see how she was handling the graphic nudity. To my surprise, she seemed unfazed... fully engrossed in the movie... and... lustful? I wasn't quite sure how to read the odd expression on her face.

One thing that I became quite confident about, however, was the placement of her hand.

Although we were both under the sheets, it was fairly obvious that she had moved her hand between her legs -- and not just to rest it there. Out of the corner of my eye, I could faintly detect rhythmic movements of the sheets. A horrifying truth slowly sank in: My sister is masturbating. While sitting right next to me.

The subtle squinting of her eyes indirectly confirmed her illicit pleasure.

I was in shock. But at the same time, although I didn't want to admit it, my second main reaction was ... jealousy.

It was a huge turn-on to know what she was doing, and my cock -- which was fully engorged and standing at attention -- was begging for similar release. Unfortunately, unlike her, any movements of my own would be way too obvious, and so I had to just sit there and painfully resist the urge to start furiously stroking myself.

I nearly lost my composure when I heard a soft moan escape her lips.

Glancing in her direction, I found her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open. The subtle motion underneath the sheets had stopped.

Holy fuck, I thought to myself, my sister just brought herself to an orgasm -- right next to me.

I then noticed that the movie seemed to be nearing its conclusion. I urgently forced myself to think about other things that would make my erection disappear.

When the credits started rolling, my sister acted as if she had just woken up out of a stupor. "Wow," was all she said at first. "What did you think?"

Was she looking for a critic's movie review? My personal response?? My thoughts about being aware of her successful masturbation session?!?!?

I deferred by returning the question: "What did you think?"

"Mmmm," she said as she smiled contentedly. "That was very enjoyable."

Fuck. My cock stirred again. Why did she have to state that so seductively??

"What now?" I was struggling desperately to distract myself. Her next question didn't help:

"Wanna play together?"

"Huh??" I probably didn't disguise the alarm in my voice very well. Her question was uncomfortably open-ended. What did she mean by that?!? Was she trying to come onto me...??

Her suggestions interrupted my racing thoughts: "Board game? Ping pong?"

Ugh, you idiot!! Once again, my corrupted mind had wandered waaay too quickly into an incestual gutter. I breathed another sigh of relief -- something that seemed to be becoming a regular habit.

"Uh... sure. Either one." And, just like that, playing various games became the casual reality for the rest of the day. There was no further discussion about the movie... and I certainly wasn't going to bring it back up in conversation.

When it came time to go to sleep, however, I found that I couldn't stop thinking about the movie. Instead of visualizing the actors in the love scenes, though, I pictured myself in those couplings... along with my sister.

I vacillated between being horrified at those inappropriate thoughts and being intrigued by them. Such was my state of mind as I drifted off into sleep.

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--- Saturday, after dark. Day 5 of quarantine (part 2).

Perhaps not surprisingly, after so many graphic sex scenes had flooded my brain earlier in the day, one of my first dreams that night was a sex dream. Oddly enough, the dream was almost identical to the one from two nights earlier.

Once again, I was lying naked on my back on top of the bed, and a woman was kneeling on the foot of the bed between my spread-apart legs. While I laid there in blissful enjoyment, she was expertly throating my cock. In my dream, I squinted at my watch: this time, it read 11:20pm. Subconsciously, I once again stretched my arm forward to place my hand upon her head to let her know -- with gratitude -- that I was thoroughly enjoying what she was doing.

As soon as my fingertips reached her hair, she pulled off my cock with a loud slurp, looked up at me, and smiled wide.

"I think I'm addicted to your cock," my sister said.

"Thank you," I said. My voice sounded awfully realistic.

"I thought I would be satisfied with doing this just one time," my sister said, "but after watching that movie today, I was too cockhungry to resist trying again."

Wait. That was very specific.

She had resumed. I leaned forward, propping myself up on my elbows. This felt real. This looked real.

I touched her face. My sister paused to look up at me. We made eye contact.

Her hand was wrapped around my cock. She had pulled it out through the hole in my boxers. Even in the darkness, I could see that it was glistening wet with her saliva.

My heart sank into my stomach. Ohhhhh fuck... I think this is actually happening.

Pulse pounding, I asked, "Is this...?" I couldn't bring myself to say the word "real."

A wicked smile stretched across my sister's supple lips. She finished the second half of my question: "... real? Yes. Yes, it most certainly is."

I stammered: "Wait... did you do this the other night too?"

She nodded proudly.

Oh fuck... that WAS real. This IS real. ALL of this is real. The truth smacked me in the face. "Sis!!!" I exclaimed, fairly loudly. "What the fuck are you doing?!?!?"

She shushed me, cautioning me to keep my voice down. "You don't seem to mind," she whispered in response. She kissed the tip of my compliant cock.

"But..." I stammered, unable to formulate a complete thought.

She continued: "You also didn't seem to mind the other night when you launched your huge load of semen into your sister's mouth."

FUCK. "I thought I was dreaming!" I reacted defensively.

"No sweetie..." -- she had never called me sweetie before -- "... no, that was very real." After a pause, she added: "I have the cum in my stomach to prove it." And with that, she impaled her mouth on my cock again.

I wasn't ready to commit to this incest. I pulled her head back off.

"But you're my sister!" I whispered strongly through clenched teeth.

She seemed prepared for this conversation. "Yes... and you are my brother. But you also happen to have a really nice cock, and we're stuck in quarantine together, and I'm horny, and I know that you have sexual needs too. Consider it a favor."

My mind was numb. I didn't have a response.

She continued stating her case: "And you have to admit that it hasn't been at all weird between us the last couple days, even though I already sucked your cock once. I could tell that you weren't even sure if it had happened. I'm not asking you to do anything for me -- just let me get my fill of my brother's hot cock and I'll leave you alone."

I was still speechless.

"Deal?" She pressed the issue.

"No." The bold brevity of my answer probably surprised her, but my incoming explanation was going to surprise her even more.

Because the truth of the matter was that when she yawned and stretched the previous morning, it wasn't the first time that I had stared longingly at her chest. Although I knew it was wrong to do so, I had thoroughly enjoyed watching my sister mature: her long legs, her developed breasts, her beauty. We never swam in our pool without me thoroughly studying her bikini body. Whenever she emerged from the shower with nothing but a towel on, I briefly pictured what she might look like if she dropped her towel.

But... I also knew that it was taboo to think of one's sister in such ways. And so, for more than a decade, I had kept those feelings and desires repressed, locked away in a distant corner of my mind.

But now that my sister was playing with my cock -- for the second time, apparently -- a switch had been triggered. What was once forbidden now seemed acceptable. What I had long tried to resist, I now wanted more than anything else. Feelings of attraction and lust overruled any remaining sense of morality or logic.

"No" -- as I resumed talking to her -- "no, I can't accept that deal, because it's not fair that you get to do that to me, but I don't get to do anything with you."

The look on her face confirmed that she was utterly, completely shocked by my reasoning for saying "no."

It felt good, for once, to not be the speechless one. She had correctly assumed that I might not object to being pleasured, but apparently she had not anticipated that I might also want to be an active participant.

In her stunned silence, I made my intentions even more clear: "The only way you get to keep sucking my cock is if you do it while sitting naked on my face."

There was no sound. The tension could've been cut with a knife.

I waited it out.

When she finally spoke, she whispered hesitatingly: "Are you serious? Or are you messing with me?"

"Look at my cock," I told her. "Does it look seriously interested in you?"

She stared at my manhood. It did.

"So... yes." I revealed a tidbit of further truth: "It was all I could do to not join you in masturbating during that movie. I've been dying for an orgasm since then."

Her eyes widened. "Wait, you knew that?!? I was trying to be discrete..."

"I know," I interrupted, "but that really, really turned me on... to know that you were secretly doing that right next to me." An indefensible argument occurred to me: "And seriously... you picked out an erotic movie that revolved around a brother and sister being intimate with each other. You think I didn't notice that and wonder about your true intentions?"

She had no fight left to give -- not that she wanted to -- but she still didn't seem convinced that I really intended to follow through on what I was saying. "What about your wife?"

"What about her?" I retorted.

"If she ever found out what we..." my sister began to say.

I interrupted my sister a second time: "Well, she doesn't ever have to find out." I remembered to lower my voice. "She's sleeping upstairs and -- as someone once recently said -- we're stuck in quarantine together... we're both horny... and I know that you have sexual needs too. As much as you might be enjoying my forbidden cock, I would love to taste your prohibited pussy even more."

She didn't say anything at first. She simply stared intently into my eyes.

But after a minute, she silently stood up on the bed between my outstretched legs.

She hadn't been wearing any pants: only a loose-fitting T-shirt that barely covered her panties.

As I watched with bated breath, she reached under the hem of her shirt and -- in slow motion -- pulled her panties down her smooth, bare, sexy legs. Once they reached her ankles, she stepped out of them.

My beautiful sister was standing over me wearing nothing on her delectable body except a loose-fitting T-shirt.

It didn't seem fair for me to have on more clothes than her. I carefully slid my boxers over my erection. It sprung upward in an erotic salute. For the first time ever, my manhood lay completely exposed to my sister.

"Mmmm, now that's what I'm hungry for." My sister licked her lips.

Both of us now naked from the waist down, she pivoted on the bed, stepped over my torso, and slowly began to lower her crotch toward my face.

My heart was racing. I can't believe this is happening.

As my eyes traced the alluring curves of her toned butt into the tempting shadows between her thighs, I caught my first glimpse of my sister's snatch.

Even in the darkness, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

COVID had given me a few symptoms, but -- thankfully -- I still had my sense of smell. And taste. And I was more than ready to discover my sister's.

And-- apparently -- she was ready to be discovered.

In the same gratifying moment that her mouth renewed its contact with my swollen cock, she allowed the juicy lips of her womanhood to press against my face.

An explosion of erotic, intimate connection instantly coursed throughout my entire body. We both moaned into each other with powerful, instinctual arousal.

I wasted no time pushing my tongue into her moist slit as if it was the most delicious nectar. Perhaps amplified by its forbiddenness, it certainly seemed that way. For years, I had only been with my wife; by contrast, my sister tasted sweeter... her soft lips seemed puffier... and her clit was more pronounced.

I contentedly buried my face into her warm tender flesh. Her pleasant musky scent became instantly imprinted into my memory.

I remembered how good it felt when I'd emptied into her mouth while still half-asleep; I could already imagine how good it would feel to do that while fully awake and 69'ing each other.

However, I had long prided myself on ensuring my partner's sexual satisfaction before I enjoyed my own... and my sister ought to be no exception. I resolved to hold back my own climax until I helped her achieve her second of the day. Judging by how vigorously she was riding my face, it didn't seem that I'd have to wait long.

She soon pulled her mouth off my cock, but only so that she could talk dirty to me: "Oh FUCK, that feels so fucking good. Do you like eating my pussy?"

"Mmhmm," I mumbled into her, unwilling to separate my lips from hers. It still sounded strange to hear such perverted talk leak out of her seemingly innocent mouth... but this previously-unknown side of her really turned me on.

"Have you wanted to do this for a long time?" she whispered desperately.

"Mmhmm," I murmured again. Actually, this far exceeded my wildest fantasies.

Her next several questions appeared to be rhetorical, used simply to amplify the eroticism of the moment. They certainly accomplished that purpose.

"You've wanted to do this for a long time, huh?... To eat my pussy?... Your little sister's pussy?... You like how I'm pushing my pussy into your face?... And riding it?... Do you like how I suck your dick?... My big brother's big fucking dick?"

She took a break from her questions to deepthroat my cock. I couldn't help but groan with intense pleasure.

She pulled off again, gasping for air this time: "Ohhh fuuck, you're gonna make me cum... your tongue feels so fucking good in my cunt... fuck yes, FUCK yes, oh don't stop, DON'T..."

What followed next was a long, slow groan of deep satisfaction... as my sister came in my mouth.

I kept my lips and tongue pressed as deeply into her as possible, drinking in her sex, as she continued to slowly grind on my face.

I was so enthralled by having given her an orgasm that I was ready to explode. "Jack me off," I pleaded softly.

She wasted no time wrapping her small delicate hand around my throbbing cock, stroking it more rapidly than she ever had before.

"Give me a fucking facial," she pleaded.

My wife had never given me explicit permission to do that in 14 years of being together... and she had certainly never asked for it like that.

The unexpectedness of my sister's bold request sent me over the edge.

"Okay," I breathed out desperately... and every sensation in my body compressed itself toward the 7 inches enveloped by my sister's hand.

I willed my cum to erupt as powerfully as possible toward her waiting face... and based on her reflexes, my first few shots hit their mark.

She didn't quit.

She kept calmly stroking me as rope after rope of warm cum pulsed out of my overwhelmingly satisfied cock. The last few remnants that seeped out of my tip formed a thick natural lube that married her hand to my shaft.

We stayed in that blissful position for a few minutes -- as she slowly caressed my cock with my own cum, I kept planting soft kisses on her deliciously wet pussy.

"Can I sleep in bed with you tonight, brother?" Her voice was gentle and sweet.

I was too delirious to even speak, so I just patted the mattress.

My sister spun her mostly-naked body around and laid down next to me, cuddling up with one arm draped across my chest. Extending one of her legs over mine, she positioned herself so that her wet cunt pressed firmly into my bare thigh.

There was nothing more said -- just a contented departure into sleep.

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--- Sunday morning. Day 6 of quarantine.

The sun peering through the basement windows woke me up. I glanced at my watch: it read 8:48am.

I suddenly remembered the events that might have precipitated my drifting off to sleep. Had that really happened?!?

I glanced sideways: this time, my sister was in bed with me.

I lifted the sheets: my underwear was off. Peeking further, I saw the fleshly curves of her naked butt: so was hers.

My trail of pubic hair showed evidence that it had been saturated with something... and not with water. Yes, that had really happened.

My sister looked extra beautiful lying there next to me, sleeping on her side with her back facing me. I leaned over and gently kissed the side of her neck.

She stirred. As her eyes cracked open to find me looking at her, she smiled sweetly. "Mmm... good morning," she said.

"Good morning," I reciprocated. Semi-consciously, my hand began caressing her bare hips with loving appreciation.

"Nothing's really changed between us, okay?" she half-asked, half-stated.

"Umm..." I had NOT expected her to say that... and I didn't really see how that could be possible.

"... until tonight," she added with a wink.

I groaned. Oh man... with a remark like that, how was I going to make it through the day??

She interrupted my silent musings with a timely observation: "In the meantime, we better get some clothes on before anyone discovers us like this."

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--- Sunday night. Day 6 of quarantine (part 2).

Evening couldn't come quickly enough. With no real health concerns to report, we were becoming increasingly frustrated by the ongoing quarantine... but that wasn't the real reason why the day seemed to drag on forever. Like unlocking a cheat code in a game that could only be activated after dark, we were both looking forward to another round of 'sibling connection time' once everyone else in the house was asleep.

After my wife called down around 10pm to announce that she was going to bed, that time finally arrived. I started a movie... but it was only an auditory diversion. I made sure to turn up the volume enough to mask any other noises that might originate from the basement.

My sister turned to me with the fire of lust burning in her eyes: "What's on the menu tonight, brother?"

By her asking that question, it signaled that things were different. The past two encounters had been initiated by her when I was helplessly asleep... now that it was openly consensual, it seemed that she wanted to me to take the initiative.

I was obviously open to that... but I was also a newbie at this incest thing. "Mmm, I can think of plenty of things... but what are our boundaries?" I asked honestly.

Since I was only her brother, she was obviously new at this incest thing too. She pursed her lips. "Good question... I dunno. What do you think they should be?"

I flipped it back to her again. "What are you comfortable with?"

She reflected for a moment. "Well, apparently we're both comfortable with me giving you blow jobs. And we're apparently both comfortable with you eating me out... which you did quite well, by the way."

"Thank you." I smiled proudly at the positive reinforcement. "I have to say, you are quite spectacular."

"Thanks," she grinned -- and then squinted her eyes to peer at me. "Wait, what's quite spectacular -- my pussy, or my blow jobs?"

"Both," I said with complete sincerity. She flashed me an endearing look.

She returned to the original discussion: "Oh -- and apparently we're both also comfortable with you cumming all over my face."

I had somehow forgotten that moment. "Omigosh that's right... sorry about that!"

She instantly elbowed me. "Sorry?? What are you sorry for? I told you to do it!"

My silence seemed to indicate that I didn't fully believe her, so she continued: "Seriously... having my brother's warm cum plastered all over my face?? That was incredibly sexy. Yum."

She paused, looking lost in her thoughts -- perhaps reliving that moment in her mind?? Then she laughed. "I do have to admit that I was a bit startled by your shot that practically landed in my eye, though."

"Seriously?!?" I felt mortified.

My sister laughed again. "Ha, yeah... but it's all good. It was worth the risk."

We hadn't yet accomplished very much in our conversation about boundaries. I resurfaced the topic: "Sooo... we just listed a few crazy things that we've already done... but I'm still not sure both of us might -- or might not -- be comfortable with."

"Mutual masturbation?" She brought that up quite quickly.

"Sure," I responded... but since it seemed that we had gone way past that already, I began to wonder how she interpreted that. I asked for clarity: "Do you mean doing that side-by-side, or do you mean... like, me fingering you while you play with my junk?"

I felt a bit awkward saying 'fingering you' to my sister. She, however, didn't hesitate one bit, responding instantly: "Yes please!!"

Whether she meant "yes" to the latter, or to both, my already-rising erection instantly flared higher underneath my pajama pants at the enthusiasm of her response. She noticed that... and grabbed it. Smugly, she commented, "Seems I'm not the only one who would love that."

"Not at all." I moaned contentedly at the feeling of her squeezing me tightly.

"You haven't ever seen my breasts yet, have you?" she asked.

"No." Regrettably.

"Well, I'm willing for that to be changed," she offered.

Wow. "So full nudity is on the table," I clarified.

She nodded. "You already saw my more private parts anyway."

I wanted to reciprocate how she was touching me. I extended my hand toward her crotch, planning to start only on top of her clothes... but she grabbed my hand and forcibly guided it inside her panties. In an instant, I was touching my sister's shaved mound. It was so smooth, so warm, so inviting...

"I can think of at least 3 things we haven't talked about yet," she interjected.

I tried to stop thinking with my lower head for a moment and use my upper one... but it was no use. "Okay... what are those 3?"

"Kissing," she stated matter-of-factly.

It felt a bit odd to discuss kissing as a boundary when we had already 69'ed each other, but it indeed implied a different type of intimacy. I honestly wasn't sure.

"What are your thoughts about that?" I asked.

"Not sure," she responded. "I suppose if it happens, it happens, but I feel like that's more romantic and I think I want this to just be sexual."

"Deal." I was slightly relieved by her answer. "What are the other 2?"

"Anal?"

I asked for clarity. "Whose anal?"

She whipped her head sideways to look at me, one eyebrow raised. "Whose...?!?"

Oops... My face instantly turned red. Only then did it occur to me that my sister would've had no idea that I'd become quite skilled at massaging my own prostate.

The look on my face gave my secret away. My sister noticed: "Um, I simply meant you fucking me in my ass, but ummm... okay... interesting! Oh brother of mine, is there something else about you I don't know??"

As briefly as possible, I told her about my backdoor journey into self-exploration... aided by the usage of two toys that I kept hidden from my wife.

Now my sister was really curious. With genuine fascination, she asked, "Oh?? My naughty, naughty brother, what are these 'toys' that you have??"

I told her: a vibrating prostate massager, and a remote-controlled vibrating dildo.

She didn't have a verbal response. Instead, fumbling with the button on my pajama pants, she responded to my confession by releasing my cock into the open. I groaned happily with relief as she re-wrapped her hand around it, now touching me skin-to-skin. To my delight, she instantly started stroking me with rapid energy.

She gave a fake apology: "Sorry... now I have a confession to make... what you just admitted to me -- so calmly, I might add -- really, really turned me on... finding out that you're that confident in your own sexuality. AND you just gave me an idea for something new I want to try... something I've never done before."

"What's that?" I didn't care what her answer was; the way she was tugging on my cock, she could've suggested anything and I would've been agreeable.

Her breathless answer was direct, if not borderline vulgar: "I want to fuck myself with your dildo... get it soaked with my pussy juices... pull it out... and then stick it in your ass and fuck you with it until I make you cum."

I suddenly had no stronger craving than for her to do that exact thing right then... but unfortunately, I didn't have access to those toys. They were stashed in a secret hiding spot in the upstairs bedroom. Sadly, I relayed that to her.

She looked disappointed. I felt the same way.

In the pause that followed that disappointing revelation, I remembered that we had only discussed 2 of the 3 things that she had alluded to earlier. "What was the third thing you thought of?"

She deliberated for a little while before speaking. "Honestly, it's something I want so bad... but I fear that if it happens, it will change everything... and make me not content with anything else."

I was pretty sure that I knew what she was referring to... if for no other reason than how similar her comments were to my own thoughts about it. "You mean... if we actually...?" I didn't even have to finish.

"Yes," she nodded, with almost a pained expression on her beautiful face. "All of these things we're talking about -- and have already done -- are super exciting and fun, but I'm concerned that if we did 'it'... well, to put it bluntly, I might not ever be satisfied again with my husband's dick."

A violating visual of my suddenly-inferior brother-in-law screwing my gorgeous sister briefly flashed across my mind, but I quickly shoved it aside.

She continued: "I also don't know how it would impact your own marriage, and I don't want to ruin that. I've fantasized for so many years about what it'd be like to fuck you, but now that I finally have the chance, I'm scared of what might happen."

She had just revealed a lot... but none of it caught me more off guard than that final sentence. She's fantasized -- for years?!? -- about us fucking each other??

However, I wasn't in a proper state of mind to rightly process that, because over the last few minutes while she had continued to steadily coax precum out of my exposed cock, my fingers had wandered in between her pussy lips... and my concentration was focused on rubbing her pleasure zones with consistency.

Indirectly acknowledging that my fingers were having their desired effect, my sister abruptly admitted she was equally unable to continue the present conversation. "We'll have to finish this conversation later... for right now, let's just keep the idea of fucking each other off the table, okay?"

"Okay sis." I temporarily moved her hand aside to pull my pants down. They had been getting in the way. It felt like déjà vu.

"Thank you, much better," she said. "I love seeing your whole package... your balls, your manly hair... yum. What about me -- do you want my shirt to be off?"

I didn't hesitate for a second. "Yes."

"I thought so," she murmured alluringly. "Would you like to take it off of me?"

Somehow being asked to do that to her was even sexier than the thought of her doing it herself. I sat up immediately and pivoted to face her.

She dropped her arms to her sides to give me unrestricted access. Her chest was heaving with vulnerability and anticipation.

I reached under the bottom hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up, exposing the low rise of her bikini-cut panties and her flat abdomen that emerged above them.

All of that was very appealing to look at, but I kept going... pausing only when the first hints of underboob peeked out from underneath the loose fabric of her shirt. I looked at her face. Her eyes looked desperate. She was breathing heavily.

Softly, but also quite confidently, she offered provocative encouragement: "Keep going, baby." Yet another new term of endearment. "Expose me. Make me topless. Strip me. I want you to see my breasts. They've been waiting for you." She finished by raising her arms toward the ceiling.

I obliged with her very agreeable demands. In one swift move, I yanked her shirt off the rest of the way over her head.

... and there they were.

They were even more perfect than I had imagined. Perky. Full. Cantaloupe-sized. Delightfully round. Cute tender-looking nipples protruding from dark areolas.

"Do you like them?" she whispered, with seemingly authentic uncertainty.

I answered by leaning forward and passionately kissing them. Both of them. The sides, the bottom, the top. I planted my lips again and again into her soft, warm, pliable flesh. I nuzzled my face into her delightful cleavage. I sucked delicately on her nipples and flicked my tongue across them. My nonverbal answer to her approval-seeking question was obvious.

While I eagerly made out with my sister's breasts, she grabbed my manhood again: one of her hands stroked my shaft as the other delicately massaged my balls. I had been aroused for so long, and I was so enthralled by her toplessness, that I was incredibly close to cumming.

In that moment, there was only place that I wanted to launch my appreciation. I sat back up. "Can I cum on your chest?"

She nodded very quickly in affirmation and bit her bottom lip. "Fuck yes... is that what you want to do?"

"Uh huh," I nodded. Her response had only accelerated my desire.

"You wanna cum all over your sister's naked tits?" she asked.

"Yes please." I was desperate for release.

"When?" she asked breathlessly, although I think she already knew the answer. She arched her back and pushed her breasts forward in preparation.

"Now."

Thrusting my hips forward as those words left my lips, my cock -- encased in the firm grip of her hand -- erupted with a powerful orgasm. In the flickering light created by the movie in the background, I watched my deposits land perfectly on her breasts. I swiveled my hips to alternate cumshots between her left and right.

She didn't stop milking my cock until it was clear that I was all done. Glancing down at herself, she asked, "Oh brother of mine, it appears that I have a bit of lotion on me. Would you like to rub it into my chest?"

I had no idea my sister could be this fucking sexy. "Absolutely."

I happily spent the next several minutes doing just that -- spreading my thick milky cum all over her chest, massaging her breasts as if kneading dough. The sound of her contented moans was wonderfully invigorating.

I didn't notice it right away, but while my hands were devoting attention to her creamy breasts, her own hand had drifted into the gap between her thighs.

"Keep doing that, brother." I had noticed how much she loved to keep using that pronoun. "I want to finger myself to an orgasm while you keep rubbing your warm sticky cum into my boobs."

And a few minutes later, judging by the quaking motions of her legs and the orgasmic look on her face, that's exactly what happened.

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--- Monday morning. Day 7 of quarantine.

Similar to the previous day, day 7 of quarantine began with me waking up to find my sister asleep next to me. With the sheets halfway down, her toplessness was joyfully exposed. Evidence of last night's ecstasy was smeared all over her chest.

I pulled the sheets down a little further. I lightly ran my fingers along the edges of her panties, occasionally slipping a fingertip inside to trace the contours of her warm skin. Feeling compelled to kiss her curvaceous hips, I repositioned myself on the bed. I drank in the smell of her sex as I planted soft kisses all over her waist.

When my sister eventually woke up, she strained her neck forward to look down at me and smile.

"Mmmm... and just what are you doing, brother?" she asked sweetly.

"Your body is a wonderland," was my cheesy, yet honest, reply.

I slid upward on the bed to approach her beautiful breasts, which were laying there so wonderfully exposed. As I kissed her delightful bosom, inadvertently tasting the saltiness of my cum, my sister ran her fingers through my hair and moaned softly. I couldn't think of anything that I'd rather wake up to than...

"You guys want any coffee?" The sound of my wife's voice pierced the calm like a sword.

SHIT!!!! My heart sank into my stomach with a blood-draining sense of dread.

As my sister whisked the sheets up over her exposed torso and quickly hid under them, I flipped abruptly off of her to get to the other side of the mattress.

The cheeriness of my wife's voice was a stark contrast to the jolting horror that we both felt. Fearing the worst, I slowly forced myself to look at the bottom of the stairwell... and when I did...

I exhaled. I was able to breathe again.

Whew. I couldn't see my wife. Apparently, she was standing in the doorway at the top of the steps -- which was just out of the line of sight from our bed.

Miraculously spared -- temporarily, at least -- I tried to disguise the panic in my voice as I finally answered her unassuming question: "Uh, sure!"

"Okay, it'll be ready in a minute," my wife called down. I took a second deep sigh of relief when the sound of her footsteps indicated that she was walking away.

My head sunk back into the pillow for a brief reprieve, feeling both relieved and traumatized.

My sister cautiously poked her head out from underneath the sheets. I hadn't seen her look that frightened in a very long time. "Maybe this was a bad idea," she remarked. "We're getting too careless."

I didn't want to respond to that. "I dunno... let's just get dressed. Quickly."

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--- Tuesday. Day 8 of quarantine.

The next few days for me were consumed by silent, internal mourning... because that close call with my wife made my sister second-guess everything.

When my sister speculated that we might have gone too far and crossed a dangerous line, I tried to argue back, but it was clear that she had already made up her mind. With great reluctance, I consented to her request that we stop fooling around. I didn't really have any other option.

And so, I mourned. Yes, I knew it was my sister, but I had been so thrilled to have finally found someone who seemed to have the same sexual enthusiasm as me... only to lose her.

We didn't speak about it any further. And we were back to sleeping in separate beds.

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--- Wednesday. Day 9 of quarantine.

Rise and repeat. More of the same. Now that the secret erotic thrills had been removed from the equation, the days seemed incredibly monotonous. Perhaps the most notable thing that happened on the second Wednesday of quarantine was that my sister scheduled a PCR test to get cleared for her flight home. This strange dream... that had become a fantasy... that then turned into a quasi-nightmare... would soon be over.

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--- Thursday night. Day 10 of quarantine.

I had a dream that my sister was sitting on my lap. Well, "sitting" was putting it mildly: we were both completely naked, and she was grinding her bare ass on my lap... with my cock buried deep inside of her. In the dream, I had the sensation that someone was watching us. Glancing at the stairs, I discovered my wife, who -- with her jaw dropped to the floor in horrified shock -- was watching her husband get fucked by her sister-in-law.

That vision was enough to startle me awake. None of that was actually happening, of course, but it had been erotic enough to give me a real-life raging hard-on. My sister was asleep in the other bed nearby, but I could care less about discretion. I whipped the sheets down, pulled down my pants, and jerked off until I came all over my torso. As I did so, I pictured that I was actually cumming inside of my sister. My, how debased my mind had become.

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--- Friday morning. Day 11 of quarantine.

My sister's appointment for the PCR test was set for 11am. Around 10:20, we were granted exclusive access by the prison warden (a.k.a. my wife) to navigate through the main floor of the house in order to get out to my car. It was the first time that either of us had been out of the house in 10 days. There was a palpable sense of joy, relief, and refreshment as I drove my sister to the lab.

Perhaps it was that same exhilarating sense of joy, relief, and refreshment that prompted my sister to do something quite unexpected.

About 10 minutes into the ride, she suddenly blurted out: "Fuck it, I may never get this opportunity again." Before I could ask what she meant by that remark, she reached over, rapidly undid my zipper, and submerged a hand inside my jeans to find my cock with aggressive intentionality.

I struggled to keep my eyes on the road. "What are you doing?!? I thought that you said..."

She knew what she had said. "Shush," she spat back. "Who am I kidding. Playing with each other's private parts is way too much fun to pass up." By that point, she had managed to pull out my partially-flaccid -- but rapidly hardening -- dick through the opening in my pants.

I wasn't resisting, but she asked: "Are you okay with that??"

All I could think about was how good it felt for her to be playing with my cock again. There was no turning back.

Hearing no objection from me, she verbalized her foregone conclusion: "Fuck the consequences." As an exclamation point, she moved the seatbelt aside and leaned over. I groaned loudly as my cock disappeared into my sister's perfect mouth.

It had been almost twenty years since an old girlfriend had performed oral sex on me while I was driving. I had forgotten how hard it was to concentrate on the road while receiving a blow job... even more so when the head in your lap belongs to your gorgeous sister who had just broken her own "no sexual contact" rule.

For her safety and mine, it was probably a good thing that we eventually came upon a red stoplight. I moaned contentedly as I was finally able to fully concentrate on everything that my little sister was doing to me.

There was a lifted jeep stopped next to us at the light. At one point, I glanced up and noticed that the cute brunette in the passenger seat was staring down at me with a bemused smile on her face. From that angle, she almost certainly had a front-row seat to watch me getting head.

I waved meekly. She smiled with approval and blew me a seductive kiss.

A delightfully wicked thought popped into my head. I rolled down the window. "Hi there -- I'd like you to meet my sister," I called out matter-of-factly.

My sister, upon hearing my voice, pulled off my cock and located the person to whom I was talking -- the woman whose facial expression had now turned ghostly white in shock. The light turned green. Whoever was driving her sped away.

My sister and I exchanged quick glances... and broke out laughing.

"Did you see her face?" my sister asked with sinful glee.

I was laughing too hard to respond, so I just nodded.

"That was priceless... I fucking love you for doing that," my sister remarked... and then she resumed the marvelous act she'd been performing. I did my best to drive under the influence of getting my cock sucked.

Unfortunately, despite how much I wanted to, I couldn't concentrate quite enough to successfully reach an orgasm while the car was still moving. Therefore, it was in the parking lot of the clinic -- parked right in front of the main doors, actually -- that my sister dutifully swallowed my long-awaited load.

When my cock eventually finished quaking and slid out of her mouth, she sat back up in her seat, dramatically sliding her tongue across her beautiful lips to lick every precious last drop of her brother's semen.

In the silence of my blissful amazement, she made two comments. The first was humorous: "Good thing this test swabs my nose, not my mouth." We both laughed at the awkward test results that might've otherwise produced. In a little girl's voice, my sister pretended as if she was asking a question of the doctor: "Is semen in your mouth a COVID symptom?"

As our laughter died down, however, her second comment was more heartfelt: "On a more serious note, I'm truly sorry about keeping us apart from each other the last few days... I guess I got scared that our marriages would blow up, or that there might be valid reasons why most sisters and brothers don't get naked together..." Her voice trailed off for a moment.

But then, gesturing to my dripping cock, she added: "But this... while it's supposedly so wrong, it feels soooo right."

I rested my hand on top of hers. "It's okay," I reassured her. "I understand."

With a renewed passion in her voice, she continued: "Anyway... I want to make it up to you." I caught a delightful twinkle in her eye. "Tonight, let's go to sleep in our own beds like what we've been doing the past few nights... but when you least expect it, I promise that I'll, ummm... wake you up."

I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I didn't care. Anything she offered would be fantastic. "Sounds great, sis. And hey -- thanks for playing with my gear shift."

She laughed. "Oh, is that what we're calling your dick now??"

I was simply being facetious, but she added a surprising revelation: "You better be careful making comments like that -- you'd never know this, but an old boyfriend once had me fuck his car's actual gear shift while he watched from the back seat and masturbated. Don't tempt me -- I'll take your car's virginity too."

My eyebrows raised at that mental image -- and so did my retreating cock. The way she described that so bluntly made the idea of repeating it -- right then, right there -- sound very appealing.

"Wow." I shook my head in disbelief. "You are... I dunno, I don't think there are adequate words to describe it. You are just... SO. FUCKING. SEXY. Where the fuck has this version of my sister been all my life?"

She grinned. "I could ask you the same question, brother. And by the way, I love hearing you talk dirty like that. It turns me on. Keep it up."

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--- Friday, after dark. Day 11 of quarantine (part 2).

Nothing sexual happened on the trip home from the clinic. I hypothesized that my sister was saving her energy for what would be our final night together before she flew back home. My sadness about her impending departure was tempered only by my internal resolve to never again let two years pass in between seeing each other.

Around 10pm, in accordance with her plan, we pretended to innocently say goodnight to each other. I turned off the lights, and we retired to our respective beds... but as soon as I was under the covers, I quietly slipped out of my pajamas. Fully nude under the sheets, I found myself getting semi-hard purely from the wondrous anticipation of however she might intend to "wake me up."

I was supposed to fall asleep... but I couldn't. My ears were fully attuned to every sound of subtle movement that came from her corner of the room, wondering just when she would come over to my bed and deliver the surprise.

Finally, around 11pm, I heard her footsteps faintly approaching on the carpeted floor. I closed my eyes, laid still, and pretended to be asleep.

She slowly pulled down the sheets, promptly exposing my nakedness. The cool air rushing over my body made my cock flinch, but I didn't detect or hear any reaction from her. Instead, she gingerly climbed onto the bed from the side, swung herself over me, and straddled my torso with her sexy thighs.

However, her legs didn't feel like bare skin. Is she wearing stockings??? It was all I could do to keep my eyes closed.

With my senses trained almost exclusively on touch, though, I was quickly distracted by the feeling of one of her hands coming into contact with my balls. While that hand tenderly fondled them, her other hand wrapped its fingers around my shaft and began to delicately caress it. I fought back a groan that would've betrayed my attempt to appear asleep.

It didn't take long at all before I was fully erect. Soon after that, the hand that had been expertly fingering my testicles departed from the object of its attention. I was briefly disappointed... until I felt something new touch the tip of my cock.

Something that was... firm... and was covered in a soft, silky fabric.

That 'something'- very slowly, almost imperceptibly at first -- began to rub up and down the length of my towering rod, pushing it down toward my abs.

I couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore. I carefully opened my eyes. My sister didn't notice, because she was entirely focused on what she was doing.

And what she was doing... and even more so, what she was wearing... exceeded my wildest expectations. The only problem I faced was what to focus on.

First of all, as my sister sat there quietly straddling me, she was stunningly topless. My second opportunity to stare unashamedly at her perfectly-formed bare breasts was somehow even more exhilarating than the first.

Secondly, my earlier theory about why her legs didn't feel like bare skin was correct: to my erotic delight, a sheer pair of thigh-high stockings were gift-wrapped around her beautiful legs... successfully satisfying yet another fantasy.

The third and final thing that captured my attention, however, was the gratifying identification of the silky texture that had been -- and still was -- sliding up and down along my cock: a skimpy piece of fabric nestled in between my sister's thighs.

My gaze settled upon the scant evidence of a sexy black thong that disappeared into her hidden valley. With its pair of strings on either side that wrapped around her hips, it looked incredibly amazing on her gorgeous figure... and it also looked somewhat familiar.

By that time, my sister had apparently noticed my eyes roaming lustfully all over her mostly-naked body... and she accurately discerned my unspoken question about her thong.

Breaking the silence, she explained: "I had nothing sexy to wear, so I snuck upstairs the other day and found this stuff in your wife's underwear drawer... I hope you don't mind that I borrowed it." She laughed nervously. "Or that she notices."

My wife hardly ever wore lingerie. I couldn't recall if I had ever even seen that particular thong on her, or simply recognized it from seeing it sitting unused in the drawer. Either way, it was finally being put to very good use, accentuating my sister's sexiness even further beyond what I thought was possible.

Softly, breathlessly, I responded: "You are the most beautiful... sexy... and attractive... and most desirable woman that I have ever seen in my entire life."

Up until that point, my sister hadn't stopped sliding her wet thong-covered slit up and down along the length of my cock... but she paused briefly at that comment of mine. She could tell I was being completely genuine.

"Thank you," she whispered. After a deliberate pause, she added: "I love you, brother."

We had said a lot of things to each other the last several days, but nothing seemed to carry as much power as that statement. We'd always said that to each other growing up, but this time it felt different. I suppose it would sound different, when it's coming from your sister as she's straddling you and grinding against your cock wearing nothing but a silky thong and thigh-high stockings...

"I love you too, sis." I meant it... in ways that I was just discovering.

"How much do you love me?" she asked softly.

"A lot," I said. We stared deeply into each other's eyes, and time seemed to stand still.

... but she was too horny to let that intermission last for very long. As she resumed rubbing herself against my fleshly pole, she slowly turned the sweet back into the sensual. "Tell me, brother, do you love me when I'm naked?"

"Absolutely," I breathed out. "Your body is amazing." I was infatuated with the view of her breasts swaying beautifully as she calmly thrusted her hips back and forth.

"Tell me, brother, do you love it when I rub my girl part against your boy part?"

"Uh-huh." I also loved how she was firmly grabbing my 'boy part' to steady herself against it like a bicycle seat. I told her that, and she smiled.

"Do you love how enjoyably we make each other cum?" She bit her bottom lip.

"There's nothing better," I responded. I truly meant that. Between her passionate enthusiasm, her incredible beauty, the confidence that she had in her own skin, her lovemaking skills, her sense of adventure, and -- on top of all of that -- the additional rush that came from the forbidden nature of our sexual relationship... I had never experienced so much pleasure with a sexual partner.

She abruptly shifted the conversation from questions to statements. "This is the closest my pussy has ever been to your cock," she declared.

I was very much aware of that. I stared at the tantalizing sight of her crotch sliding up and down along my rod while she cupped it tightly with her hand.

"I see that," I said. I posed a question: "And tell me, what exactly are you doing with my cock?" I knew what she was doing... I just wanted to hear her say it.

"Mmm... well, I am grinding on your big hard cock," she replied seductively. "I'm pressing your thick cock in between my thirsty pussy lips."

"Oh yeah? And why are you doing that?" I pressed her.

She gladly took the hint. "Well, brother, I'm doing that... well, because I want to use your big fucking cock to make myself cum. I'm so fucking wet, and these stolen underwear are so fucking thin, it almost feels like you're actually touching me." She started grinding faster. "... and that makes me really fucking horny, and really fucking ready to cum on your cock. Really soon."

Around the same time that she uttered the words "really soon," though, something else happened... something that I don't think either of us had expected.

Apparently, she had slid forward farther than her previous range of motion... because when she slid back, my tip poked her hard pubic bone and redirected itself... in a direction it had never gone before. Ever.

She froze in place.

Time seemed to stop once again.

Technically, I hadn't penetrated her -- the silky fabric was acting as a thin barrier between us -- but we both realized that my head was pushing into her entrance.

We made eye contact with each other. It was the most intense eye contact I'd ever experienced. Her face displayed a mixture of alarm... and surprise... and desperation. Neither of us said a word.

After what felt like an eternity of motionlessness, my sister rose up from her knees very gradually. She moved just enough to make my cock fall down out of its trap... but no further. Her thong-covered crotch still hovered no more than an inch or two above my manhood.

I watched with bated breath as she slowly, cautiously reached her hand toward that silky black thong. Without breaking eye contact with me, she used a few fingers to carefully pull the fabric sideways into the crease of her thigh.

I shifted my gaze to stare at her exposed pussy lips. Although I had obviously seen them before when I ate her out, I had never seen them look so vulnerable -- not like they did now, positioned perfectly over my cock.

I glanced up. Her beautiful breasts were trembling with nervous hesitation and arousal.

We stared at each other for the longest time, both knowing the unspoken decision that needed to be made.

I was no longer envisioning what could go wrong -- all I could think about was how incredible it would feel. How much I wanted it. How much she wanted it.

I nodded... just once.

That one nod of my head was all that she needed.

She grabbed my cock.

She lined it up. I watched her aim it with precision.

She slowly lowered her body down.

She closed the gap until my tip was touching her again... but this time, there was no fabric in the way.

My first contact with her warm, wet flesh sent shivers throughout my entire body. It felt like I was about to lose my virginity all over again.

She used two of her well-manicured fingers to spread her lips further apart.

And then -- as I held my breath -- she did it.

She impaled herself.

I watched in delirious ecstasy as inch... by inch... by inch... by inch of my adulterous cock slowly disappeared into my sister's gorgeous, tight, inviting, and astoundingly satisfying pussy.

"Ohhh fuuuucckkk..." we both groaned simultaneously. Perhaps it was a bit too loud, but in that moment, I didn't care. If we got caught, so what. It was worth it. This was heaven. I was inside my beautiful sister. It felt like home.

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--- Saturday morning. Day 12 of quarantine.

Neither of us got any real sleep that final night of her stay -- those hours were consumed by the most intense sex that I had ever experienced.

We might've taken 2 or 3 breaks to lay down together, but those didn't last very long before we went at it again. At one point, she told me that she wanted me to fuck her so raw that she couldn't walk normal for a week. It seemed that could be a real possibility.

I lost track of how many orgasms each of us had.

We fucked each other in virtually every sex position that I had ever known -- and experimented with some new ones for which I didn't even know a name. I pounded her doggy-style on the steps leading upstairs... we connected intimately in a lotus position on top of the bed... I fingered her to an orgasm while I laid on top of her and fucked her mouth... we screwed each other against the wall like upstanding citizens. My Fitbit screamed at me as it surpassed benchmark after benchmark of hot, sweaty, high-intensity workout.

Perhaps one of the most adrenaline-pumping moments came when my sister convinced me to sneak upstairs with her around 3am. Proudly laying her naked body down on top of our dining room table and spreading her nylon-clad legs wide open, she invited me to eat her out as a late-night snack.

I nibbled and licked and munched on her delectable grapefruit until its inner juice released... and then for dessert, I pulled her hips to the edge of the table and fucked her warm apple pie until it gained a special cream filling.

Her beautiful cunt was the most delicious thing that I had ever tasted on that table... and the sinful pleasure of our risky meal was wildly amplified by knowing that my wife was sleeping unaware in the bedroom no more than 30 feet away.

When we eventually dismounted and tiptoed our naked selves back downstairs, I remembered what my sister had said a few days earlier: that we should keep the idea of fucking each other "off the table." I reminded her of that, and then playfully remarked, "I guess we decided to fuck each other on the table instead." She punched my arm... and told me the next sex position she wanted to try.

Ironically, it was to that very table that my wife invited us to come up and eat breakfast together on the morning of my sister's departure. Once seated, I couldn't' help but notice that my wife's hands were resting at about the same spot where my sister's juicy ass had been pressed only a few hours earlier. My sister and I furtively exchanged a quick knowing glance. Ahh... memories.

As we finished eating, my wife offered a genuine apology to my sister: "I'm sorry that this visit was so strange -- thank you for graciously submitting to my paranoia. I'm glad that neither of you got really sick. You'll just have to come again soon!"

Without missing a beat, my sister responded enthusiastically, "Oh, I love cumming here!"

I nearly spit out my coffee.

My naïve wife, of course, had simply heard that word as "coming." My sister wanted to continue this little game of hidden innuendo. Turning to me, my sister then exclaimed: "You know what I just realized?? We never got to play with those toys you were telling me about!"

I glared at her with a death stare. I could feel the redness creeping up into my cheeks.

Innocently, my wife asked me, "What toys?"

My sister intervened with a semi-honest diversion: "Can you believe it... your husband was actually going to share his toys with me? A big brother actually sharing his toys with his little sister? When does that ever happen?!?"

My wife chuckled. "True. Our kids hardly ever share their toys."

We were talking on such different wavelengths, it was practically comical. I joined the game. Addressing my sister, I offered: "Maybe, if you're a good girl, I'll give you one of those toys for your birthday in a couple months."

"Oooh!" she squealed with overly dramatic, yet also genuine, delight. She followed that up by asking two loaded questions: "What do I have to do to be a good girl? And will you deliver that gift to me in person?"

I thought of the perfect double-meaning response to her second question: "Oh yes, definitely -- I think I'd almost have to give it to you in person."

My sister smiled knowingly at me. My wife thought nothing of it.

We had more than an hour before we needed to leave for the airport, but my sister suddenly announced, "Well, we should probably get going... I like to get to the airport early, and you never know what we might bump into along the way."

I was about to object... until it suddenly dawned on me what my sister really meant. I smiled as I envisioned what -- or better yet, who -- I would be "bumping into" along the way. I eagerly wondered what she might have in mind for the how.

"Ok, sure -- let's hit the road!" Quite rapidly, I had become fully convinced of the need for an immediate departure. I stood up without hesitation.

When my sister stood up from the dining room table, however, she did so more gingerly -- the achiness and stiffness in her body betrayed her.

Noticing the mild grimace on my sister's face, my wife asked her: "Are you okay?

"Yeah, I'm fine," my sister responded calmly. "Must've slept weird last night."

I chuckled to myself and shook my head. If my sister had somehow been forced to tell the truth, her answer might've been something like: No, I'm not okay... I'm sore from getting fucked raw by your husband all over your house last night.

As I grabbed my sister's bags and walked toward the front door, my sister gave my wife a hug goodbye. I stared at the embrace between the two most significant women in my life: the one to whom I was overwhelmingly attached, and the one to whom I was married.

I was anxious to get our road trip started. "Coming?" I called out to my sister.

She separated from my wife and walked toward me with a mischievous grin on her face. "You know that I am."

As it turned out, being quarantined with my sister was the best thing that ever happened to me.