This is a work of fiction. All characters engaging in sexual acts are 18 or older. In my fictional world, there are no STDs. My characters may act in fictional and irrational ways. Please rate and comment. Thanks for reading. Be kind to others.
I’m Going To Hell
I’m going to hell, I thought as cradled Brittney in my arms and felt her sweet little snatch milk the last drops of cum from my cock. She tilted her head to the side and I leaned in to kiss her.
“I’m sorry I was such an asshole, Britti.” If I was going to hell, at least I could be nice to my sister.
“You can never be an asshole to me. You’re my Marty.” She kissed me back and bit my lip.
Britti and Marty. That’s the way it had always been since she was old enough to crawl after me. Mom claimed her first word was Marty. I hugged her to me thinking I’d never thought I’d be here.
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Christmas 2013. That holiday was forever etched in my soul. I had driven four hours through a snowstorm. I’d nearly died four times as the cars whipped down the highway like it was a bright spring day. But now I was home. I lugged my backpack and dirty laundry into the house. I dropped the laundry by the washer knowing Mom would have it done by tomorrow. I climbed the stairs to my room and collapsed on my bed. Finals were over and I had three and a half weeks to do absolutely nothing.
A half-hour later my stomach told me to go find some food. I went down the stairs noticing that the house was dark and quiet. Mom wasn’t in the kitchen so I checked the garage. Yep, her car was gone. As I walked back into the house I heard the TV from the den. Brittney must be home. I padded down the stairs and saw the dark room was lit with the glow from the screen.
I’d taken four steps into the room when I heard my Dad’s voice and saw two heads in his chair. I smiled. Our TV-watching tradition from when Brittney and I were little was, Mom and I on the couch, Brittney on Dad’s lap. She was eighteen now but over the years she’d stubbornly refused to give up her spot.
I took another step when I heard Dad say, “Oh, right there baby. Gawd you’re tight. You feel so good.”
What the fuck? I heard Brittney giggle. The screen went bright and I could see her tits and Dad’s hand on one of them. I stopped breathing. I back tracked to the stairs and went back to my room.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! Dad was fucking my little sister. I was going to have to tell Mom that Dad was cheating on her. And, he was cheating with Brittney. My mouth was dry. If it wasn’t snowing like a bitch I think I would have driven back to school. I considered that for several minutes until I remembered that the dorms were locked up tight for the holiday. I crawled into bed and pulled the covers over my head.
Sometime later, I heard my door open and watched Mom look in. I pretended to be asleep. I couldn’t face her tonight. I’d have to think of some way to break the news tomorrow. It was going to crush her. Mom ran the house, but everything she did was to make life easy for Dad. She doted on him and he’d stabbed her in the back. With her own daughter.
The stress of the discovery and the drive had exhausted me. I fell into a deep sleep. I had a dream that Brittney had crawled into bed with me and kissed me. The light streaming through the window woke me in the morning. I climbed out of bed and crossed the hall to take a piss. I heard Mom’s voice from her room. After I was drained and I’d washed my hands, I looked in the mirror. No time like the present, I told myself. I opened the door and walked down the hall.
As I approached the open door I heard my Mom’s voice. “Oh, yeah baby, right there. Please don’t stop. Ugggh.” I couldn’t believe that my parents were fucking with their door open. I was pissed that Dad was fucking Mom the morning after he’d fucked Brittney. Fuck it, I’d just confront him now. I looked in the room.
Mom was naked on her back with her legs spread wide. Brittney was face down in her crotch, her long brown hair spread out behind her. Her head popped up.
“How was that Mommy?”
“It was beautiful baby, you’re so good at that. My legs are still shaking.” She stroked Brittney’s hair.
I stepped back before they saw me. I ran back to my room. What is going on here? Mom and Dad are both having sex with Brittney? My sweet, perfect little sister? I thought I was going to hurl. My head was pounding and my heart was beating two thousand times a minute. I crawled back into bed and hid my head under my pillow. Make it go away I pleaded.
Ten minutes later, my door opened and Brittney pulled the pillow off my head. She put her head down face to face with me and rubbed her nose on mine. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Nothing unusual with that, except she tasted and smelled like pussy. Mom’s pussy. I pushed her off the bed.
“Wake up grumpy. Mom and I are going to the mall. Want to go with us?”
“No,” I growled. “Too early,” I added, hoping she didn’t know I’d already been up.
“Well when you do get up, I made you snickerdoodles. They’re in the kitchen.” She bounced out of my room.
After a while, the call of the snickerdoodles was too loud to ignore. I made my way down to the kitchen. I ate them all, washing them down with milk. I knew Dad was at work. I had the house to myself. I decided to explore.
In my parent’s room, I found no big surprises. I did find Mom’s vibrator and a big dildo with a suction cup bottom. I also found that Mom had some very sexy underwear.
In Brittney’s room, nothing seemed different. She had her soccer and debate trophies. I found the plaque for making all-state in soccer the previous year and the pictures of her as the homecoming queen. I saw a newspaper clip that said she had been selected with the highest percentage of the vote ever for Olson High. Brittney was going to have good memories of high school.
I found her vibrator as well. I noticed it was the same model as Mom. There were no sexy undies or hidden stash of porn. Everything seemed normal.
The rest of the house looked just like I had left it last summer. I was deeply confused.
I went back to my room and spent some time texting with my college buddies, feeling them out about maybe coming for a visit over the holidays. Not getting any good responses I resigned myself to tough it out in this house of deviants. I decided to keep my eyes open and see if I could figure out what had caused this big change.
I took a shower and pulled on some sweats. I was in the den, not sitting in Dad’s chair, watching TV when Mom and Brittney got home. Brittney skipped down the stairs and flopped down next to me.
“You ate all the cookies,” she said without pouting. “I’ll make you some more this afternoon.” She gave me a double-dimple smile.
My little sister is a ‘girl next door’ dream. Light brown hair that fell halfway down her back, hazel eyes, a killer smile with those too-cute dimples. She had a few freckles across her little button nose and, sitting next to her now, I noticed that her breasts had continued to grow while I was at school. No wonder she had won homecoming queen. She probably had every guy at school drooling after her.
“What are you watching?”
“Die Hard.”
“Okay.” She snuggled up to me just like she always had. She laid her head on my arm and gripped it below her head. “I’m happy you’re home. I missed my Marty.”
If I could have wiped the images from last night and this morning from my mind, all would have seemed right with the world. Instead, I felt like I was standing at the bottom of the globe about to fall off. We watched the movie to the end and then she left me to go make more cookies. I watched another Christmas movie and then went back to my room.
As expected, my clothes were clean and folded for me on my bed. I went down to face Mom. I walked into the kitchen just in time to see Mom squeeze Brittney’s bottom. It wasn’t a motherly squeeze.
“Hi, Mom.” She didn’t jump or react other than to turn and smile at me.
“Marty, you must have had a terrible drive last night.” She walked up to me and kissed me on the forehead. “I got your laundry done.”
“I saw. Thanks. So, how are you?”
“Never better, Marty, now that both my children are home. I don’t know if you looked outside, but it’s beautiful today. I love a white Christmas.”
“I made a double batch of snickerdoodles for you,” Brittney declared.
“Awesome, what’s for dinner?” I asked Mom.
“Well, it’s just the three of us tonight. Your sister has a date. I thought we might have your favorite, chicken Pad Thai.”
“Who are you dating now Britti?”
“I’m going out with Logan Neal tonight.”
“Been seeing him for a while?”
“No, I go out with him now and then. Nothing serious.”
“Your sister has sworn off serious dating. She knows she’ll be heading off to college soon.”
“So where is Britti thinking of going?”
“I’ve got full-ride offers from Clark, State, and,” She shot me a look, “Wilsom.” She watched me waiting for my reaction.
“You’d give up a chance to play D1 and come to Wilsom?”
“I’m good but I don’t know about playing for State. I’d have to spend all my time on practice just to make the team. The classes are more advanced at Wilsom.”
“Well, I know that’s true. Do you think you want to go to the same school as me?”
“It would be just like high school. I’d have my Marty back.” Her eyes were shining.
Dad got home at six and Brittney’s date showed up a half hour later. I wasn’t impressed. He was big and fumbling and awkward. He didn’t fit the mold of someone my sister would date. When I questioned her choice later Mom just said he was a nice guy.
Mom and Dad were completely normal all night.
I was in bed when Brittney opened my door and crawled on top of me. “You asleep?”
“Not anymore.”
She giggled. “Can I sleep with you?” I froze until I remembered that it was the same question she’d asked me every week since she was four.
“No, you wiggle too much,” I answered the same as I always did.
She giggled and kissed me. The kiss was maybe a little longer than I remembered. Then she was gone.
This pattern repeated every night for the next three days. Every date was a different guy. There was a jock, a stoner, and another member of the debate club. She looked happy to be going out with each one. Every night she asked if she could sleep with me. I gave the same answer every night.
Then it was Christmas Eve. We settled in the den after dinner and Mom brought down popcorn. I was in sweats and Brittney was in her nightshirt. Mom was letting us have some wine and Brittney was on her third glass by the time I’d finished my first. I thought I could see Dad stroking her leg.
At about eleven Mom announced that the kids had to go to bed. Brittney pouted but crawled out of Dad’s lap. When I stood up I saw that Dad had a boner.
I almost had to carry Brittney up the stairs. I pushed her toward her room. I stripped down to my shorts and got in bed. Brittney opened my door and walked in a minute later.
“Can I sleep with you, Marty?” She hiccuped and swayed as she stood.
I decided to surprise her. “Sure Britti, climb in.” I held the sheet open.
She broke into a big smile and pulled her nightshirt over her head. She climbed in and pressed her naked body up against mine.
“Uh, Britti, you’re naked.”
“Is no big deal, Marty. Hold me, the room is spinning,” she slurred.
Great, Now, I had my nude sister pressed on me and I had to worry about her spewing all over my bed.
“Britti, this isn’t right. You should go sleep in your bed.”
All I got in return was a snore. She was out cold. I got up and carried her to her bed. I had to make a second trip to get her nightshirt. I was glad she only weighed about a hundred pounds. Yeah, I looked.
The next morning she bounced into my room and jumped on top of me. My morning wood poked her in the stomach through the blanket.
“Mom! Marty’s got a boner,” she cried.
I pushed her off of me. “Scram pest.”
She laughed and went off to use the bathroom.
Downstairs, we followed our Christmas routine. Donuts and juice or coffee and then to the den by the Christmas tree. We all sat on the carpet. The only thing out of the ordinary was that Brittney wore a long T-shirt that was so thin it was almost transparent. Her hard nipples were clearly on display. Last year, Mom would have made her go change. This year, they all acted like they didn’t notice.
Per the routine, Dad opened his presents first. Then, Mom opened hers. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dad cup one of Brittney’s tits and pinch her nipple. I opened my presents and then it was Brittney’s turn. She always got the most gifts as she was the baby. She rolled away from Dad to make room for all her gifts. When she did, I got a view of her pussy up her shirt. I know Mom saw it too. Brittney took her time opening her presents and then got up, and walking to each of us, she kissed us. She stuck her tongue in my mouth when she kissed me and then pulled back giggling.
I had to go to my room. At about one o’clock, I went down to the kitchen. Mom was working to get dinner ready. I helped her set the table and place the side dishes. She asked me to pull the turkey from the oven and had me carve it for the serving platter. She wiped her hands and told me to go get Dad and Brittney so we could eat.
I walked down the stairs and found them. Dad had his back to me. Brittney was bent over the arm of the couch and he was fucking her from behind. Her pussy was making squishing sounds as he stroked in and out. I just stood and watched.
“Daddy hurry up. You’ve already come twice. Mommy is going to need me to help with dinner.” I noticed she had cum running down her legs.
I went halfway back up the stairs and yelled. “Dinners ready.” I went back and helped Mom get everyone’s drink to the table.
Mom and I were already seated by the time Brittney and Dad came upstairs. They both had red faces and Brittney had that ‘just been fucked’ glow. Her nipples continued to poke through her shirt. I could smell her even with all the food on the table. Mom was looking at Dad with tight lips. I kept my head in my plate and ate the dinner. It tasted like sawdust.
The day after Christmas the snow melted. Brittney and I decided to walk to Ray’s snack shop to see who was hanging around. Walking the six blocks I was struck by how many people knew Brittney and stopped to say hi to her. Everyone of all ages was happy to see her. Their faces lit up as she spoke to them.
When we got to Ray’s she asked me to get a table and order her a large plate of fries. I looked around and didn’t see anyone I knew. Then I saw Connie, Brittney’s best friend. I got the fries and a couple of cokes and sat down next to Connie. I nodded to Brittney as we watched her work the room.
“When did my sister become such a social butterfly?”
Connie gave me a little smirk. “Your sister has become quite popular since you’re been gone. Quite popular.”
I watched as Brittney joked and laughed with a table of guys. One of them put his hand high up on her leg. I started to get up but Connie put her hand on my arm. “Watch.”
A couple of tables over, a big jock got up and walked to Brittney. He took the kid’s hand off of her leg and got right in his face talking to him. I saw the kid gulp and nod quickly. Brittney smiled and put her hand on the jock’s chest. He went back to his table and Brittney came to join us.
She bent over and gave Connie a hot kiss and then sat down. “How was your Christmas Connie?”
“Good. I got a new phone. How about you?”
“Oh, Daddy gave me a big gift.” She looked at Connie with a knowing smile. They both started giggling.
My mouth dropped open. Connie knew that Dad was fucking Brittney. Then behind me, I heard whispers.
Look at her. “She’ll fuck anything that moves and she’s still the most popular girl around.”
“Have you tried her?”
“Shelly! I thought you were a Christian.”
“I’m just saying, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”
Oh, gawd. TMI. I needed to get out of here and back to school where everything makes sense. I left Brittney with Connie and walked home. I checked the school website and discovered that the dorms opened a full week before classes started. I told Mom that I had a big project coming up and I’d be leaving early.
Two days later, when they thought I was downstairs watching TV I watched Mom and Brittney playing with each other with their vibrators. They smiled at each other and kissed.
The day before I left, I heard grunts coming from Brittney’s room. The door was half open. She and Connie were taking turns squatting on Mom’s big dildo. Connie had pierced nipples. They were laughing and urging each other to go deeper. I watched Brittney lick Connie’s clit as she slid up and down the big shaft.
My car was packed first thing in the morning.
I worked hard to find a Summer internship so I wouldn’t have to go home again
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As I expected, Brittney decided to come to Wilsom. I met her and our parents in front of her dorm on a hot day in August. Wilsom’s dorms had volunteer welcome ambassadors with carts, so we didn’t have to carry a thing. Britti was moved in less than half an hour later. We stood in the parking lot saying our goodbyes.
Brittney kissed and hugged Dad and then Mom. Mom kissed me and Dad handed me a wad of cash for ‘things we might need’.
“Take care of your sister, Marty. I expect to see you at Thanksgiving if not before.” Mom had tears running down her face.
I steeled myself. I’d been rehearsing what I said next for a week. “I’m not coming home at Thanksgiving Mom. I’m not coming home again as long as you and Dad are having sex with Brittney.”
Mom’s hand flew to cover her mouth. Dad turned pale. At least they had the decency to act ashamed, I thought. Brittney on the other hand just looked at me with her thousand-watt smile.
“It’s no big deal, Marty. Sex is just a natural human function. We all eat and breathe. We drink and piss and we have sex. Everybody enjoys it, so why should sex be any different than breathing? It’s not a big deal.”
She wasn’t ashamed in the least. After Mom and Dad left we got Brittney unpacked. I showed her around campus. I was just off campus and I made sure she knew where my apartment was.
“Do you want to get some dinner?”
“No, one of those welcome guys asked me out. I’m meeting him at my dorm.” She gave me a smoldering kiss with lots of tongue.
I pulled back. “Why did you do that?”
“Cause you’re my Marty. I love you.” She beamed at me. She walked away. After she was fifty feet away, she turned and waved.
I didn’t see her again for three days. She was at the coffee shop on the first day of classes. “Hi, Marty.” She waved to me as I entered. I got my iced coffee and sat down at her table.
“So how are you fitting in?”
“Everyone here is so nice.” She filled me in on her week. “I had to change a class, buy my books and a Wilsom T-shirt and hoodie. I had sex with six of those welcome guys and a couple of the girls. Oh, and my roommate.” She rattled off that information like she was telling me what she’d bought at the grocery store. I stared at her.
“First of all Britti, what the hell? You’ve been here for three days and you’ve had sex with nine people? Second, I don’t want to know about your sex life. And third, what the hell?”
She just looked at me and showed me her dimples. “I’m not telling you about my sex life, Marty. If I was I’d tell you that one of the guys had a big cock.” She spread her hands about a foot apart. “And none of the girls had ever been with a woman before. One of them was a virgin.”
“Do you have sex all the time now?”
Brittney proceeded to tell me her ‘dating’ rules. She only had sex with nice people. She’d have sex with anyone that asked as long as she didn’t have something she needed to do, like schoolwork or soccer. She wasn’t into groups or even threesomes. She wasn’t into kinky stuff. No pain or bondage. She liked ‘plain old everyday sex’. She didn’t do exclusive relationships. No one owned her or told her what to do. She didn’t allow jealousy and if anyone tried to fight over her or lay a claim to her she cut them off. She didn’t like public displays of affection.
My mouth was dry as it had been hanging open. I took a drink. My little sister had no sex filter at all.
“So, you followed these rules since-.”
“Since senior year, yeah. It’s worked out pretty well.”
“I gotta ask, what’s your body count?”
“Girls or guys?”
“Guys?”
“As of today, three twelve.”
“You’re only nineteen and you’ve had sex with over three hundred guys?”
“And forty-six girls.”
My heart was pounding. “And Mom and Dad?”
“Daddy took my virginity on my Eighteenth birthday last year. Mommy walked in on us. I thought she was going to be so pissed. But, after Daddy went to work the next day, she took me to bed and we played all morning.” She leaned in. “We can have fun anytime you want to, Marty.” She grinned.
“That’s not going to happen, Britti. You’re my sister. It’s wrong and illegal.”
She frowned. “Maybe it’s illegal, but it’s not wrong, Marty. I love you.”
“I’ve got to get to class.” I tried to act normally. I leaned over and gave her a peck on the nose. “See ya later.”
I couldn’t concentrate on any of my classes. I’d met promiscuous women before but this was way over the top. I looked up ‘Nymphomania’ and found that she didn’t fit the description. She wasn’t compelled to have sex, at least I didn’t think so, she just did it. As she had explained, it was like breathing. I had a hard time thinking of Brittney as a slut. She didn’t dress or act slutty. She dressed pretty conservatively. She didn’t wear much makeup and she always acted calm and pleasant. Plus, she was smart as a whip and had graduated high school number five in the class. I couldn’t pigeonhole her into a category. My sister was just a five-foot-two-inch force of nature.
I kept tabs on her, and by Halloween, it was clear she was the most popular freshman on campus. I took her home for the holidays but didn’t stay. She wouldn’t promise that she wouldn’t have sex with Mom or Dad. At spring break she was one of the few freshman girls to get to go somewhere warm. A group of junior and senior guys pooled their money and took her to South Padre Island. She told me it was fun, but she didn’t get much sun. At the end of the year, she had made the Dean’s list in both semesters and was in the honors college. She went home for the summer, and I started my second internship.
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I’d been concerned when I had called out Mom and Dad back in August, but they continued to pay my way through college. So, all the money earned that summer went to my bank account. I used some money to take a few girls on nice dates. One or two seemed to like me a lot, but somehow it never seemed right to me. That changed when Brittney returned for her junior year. She’d brought Connie with her. She’d convinced her to transfer from State and had talked Connie’s Dad into paying for it. I didn’t want to know how she did that.
I’d known Connie since Brittney had dragged her home in the sixth grade. She knew everything about me, and I had heard everything about her. She was always comfortable around me. By this time I had a job in town at a local bank but was still living in an apartment close to campus. We went out for pizza that first night at school, and she went home with me. She didn’t leave until Christmas of her senior year. It was a fun-filled eighteen-month romp. At Christmas, we both acknowledged that the spark had died, but we parted as friends.
Brittney was upset that her matchmaking had failed, but she asked if she could move in with me. Her roommates were taking up too much of her time, and she needed to work on her senior thesis. She said she had kept her nose in the books all semester, she and had only had sex with sixty-three guys that year.
Brittney had a lot more stuff to move than when she was a freshman. “Guys like to buy me things,” she explained.
She worked on her thesis all day, but she usually had a different guy in bed with her every night. She had an endless supply of ‘nice’ guys. She had the occasional hot girl spend the night. She always tried to set me up with them the next morning, which embarrassed both of us. By the end of school, she had fucked every guy in the apartment complex.
Brittney and Connie graduated in the spring of 2019. They were going to go to grad school together at State but were going to take a year off to make some money. Connie’s Dad had finished paying for school.
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Connie got a job with a local construction company. Brittney started at a nearby daycare. She loved the little kids. Unfortunately, she got fired after two weeks, when one of the Moms found her with one of the Dads in the kitchen. Brittney didn’t know why everyone was so upset. It was just a blowjob.
She had a friend, a ‘nice’ guy whose father owned the local BMW dealership. She got hired and was an immediate hit. By her second month, she was number two in sales. All the guys there taught her everything about Beemers. By August, she had screwed every guy that worked there including the jock that washed the cars and the pretty little receptionist. The money rolled in.
“Why aren’t you and Connie getting an apartment together?” I asked at the end of the summer.
“Connie and I thought that it would be awkward for you. Besides, I don’t want to leave my Marty.”
“How could that be more awkward than having a strange guy in my apartment five or six mornings a week?”
“Hey, I only bring home nice guys. They are always nice to you.”
“I notice that lately there have been a lot of police and firemen.”
“Well, Jack is a big supporter of the local first responders.” Jack owned the dealership.
“And now you’re a big supporter?”
She giggled. “A girl likes to know she has protection. You do know, you’ll never get another traffic ticket in this town, don’t you.” I’d been stopped more than once driving Brittney’s fire engine red Beemer.
“Good to know.”
A week later she showed up in a deep blue Mercedes SL.
“What’s this?”
She told me the story. She was sitting at her desk, cold calling potential buyers when Jack’s wife roared up and stormed in the front door. The whole office listened as she yelled and pointed at Brittney.
“She going to take down your business Jack. It’s all going to blow up in your face.”
“I can’t fire her, she’s done nothing wrong. She’s one of my top salespeople.”
“She’s screwing your office manager and your service manager. Their wives know, Jack.”
“But look, everyone is happy. We’re having the best year ever.” He waved his hands out at the showroom.
She looked at Jack. “Fuck, you’re fucking her too, aren’t you? You get rid of her right now, or don’t come home.”
Jack had walked up to her desk. “I need your car keys, Brittney. I’m sorry.”
She’d been standing in the parking lot, about to call me to come to get her, when two cars rolled up. Four of the sales guys and four mechanics were sitting in the cars. She got in with the mechanics and all eight guys looked at Jack’s wife, standing in the showroom window, and flipped her off. They drove to the new Mercedes dealership, on the other side of town, and all nine of them were hired that afternoon.
Just then, one of the mechanics, Pete, who I knew from the dealership, pulled up. He got out and picked her up twirling her around. “Was that awesome or what? I’m so horny I could split a log with my dick. Let’s fuck.”
She turned up her nose and frowned at his crude talk and public display in front of me. But, she took his hand and said, “Okay, but you need to shower first.” She led him to the apartment. I decided to go for a walk.
By Thanksgiving, she was the number one salesperson. At Christmas, she convinced twenty guys to buy cars for their wives as a present. On a warm January day, a guy came in and took a test drive, with Brittney in an S class sedan. Brittney let him fuck her across the hood on a back road. He bought the car and when he came back to pick it up he handed her the keys to a condo downtown. He wanted to be her sugar daddy.
She had to explain her rules to him. He was amused but said, “Hell, why don’t we give it a try? If it doesn’t work out you can still live in the condo for a year.”
Brittney wouldn’t move without me, so we got out of my lease, and we moved in late February. The guy came the next weekend and stayed til Monday. He told her he lived in Chicago, but he’d be back at the end of March.
Then Covid hit.
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Everything was shut down. Our county was the hardest hit in the state. We watched as the numbers continued to climb. The dealership was shut down. No one was allowed to go out.
A lot of guys called, but Brittney said she didn’t want to be a Covid Typhoid Mary. She sat and watched the news. The three-week deadline came and went and then the three-month deadline and we were into summer. It was a time when we were still wiping down our delivered groceries with bleach. It seemed people were dying all around us.
“Marty, I’m so antsy I can’t sit down.”
I laughed. “Britti, you’re just horny.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Britti, you haven’t been laid in ten weeks. When was the last time you went that long without sex?”
“You really think so?”
“Go rub one out, and see if it helps.”
She went into her room and came back ten minutes later. “You were right.” She snuggled up to me on the couch. I could smell her pussy.
After that, she started to get more and more flirty with me. She stopped wearing anything but my T-shirts. She couldn’t sit by herself or keep her hands off of me.
My phone rang one morning. It was Mom. I hadn’t talked to her for over a year. Brittney had been keeping up with her since Covid hit. “Hi, Mom.”
“Marty, how are you?”
“I’m good. Why aren’t you talking to Brittney?”
“I’ve talked to her. Now I’m talking to you. Your sister needs you, Marty. You’ve always been her protector. Now she needs you to be with her.”
“That’s not going to happen Mom. She’s my sister. I’d do anything else, but not that.”
“Marty, she’s in pain.”
“She can take care of that herself, Mom.”
“It’s not the same and you know it. You need to be there for her.”
“Not going to happen. I gotta go.” I hung up. I couldn’t believe Brittney had enlisted Mom to get me to have sex with her.
We shared one bathroom so I wasn’t surprised when she came in and used the toilet while I was in the shower. “That was not nice, Britti, having Mom call me.”
“My pussy is aching Marty. I need your dick.”
“I’ve told you before. It’s not going to happen.”
The next day, she stopped wearing clothes.
“Britti, come on. Cover up.”
“Oh look, Marty,” she cried lifting her breasts, “tits.”
I groaned.
“Look at this Marty, a vagina.”
I walked to my room. When I came out for lunch she was still naked. She stayed naked all day. We watched a movie that night and she curled up next to me like she always did. But she was naked. She got a chill and pulled a blanket over both of us.
During a steamy scene, I noticed she was jiggling against my arm. “Are you playing with yourself?”
“Yeah, see.” She pulled the blanket off so I could see her fingers in her pussy. She held her hand out so I could smell her.
“I’m going to bed.”
“Sweet dreams, Marty.”
While I was taking my shower the next morning, she climbed in with me.
“Britti, come on.”
“What? I’m just trying to save water.” She soaped herself up making sure to rub on me as she did.
The clothes stayed off. By the fourth day, I gave up. I washed her with my hands. The next day I washed her hair as she pressed her tight little bottom on my cock.
“I could take care of that for you.” I just growled at her.
Watching TV that afternoon, she laid back on the couch and started playing with herself right in front of me. “Gawd, Britti.”
“You’re the one who said I could take care of things myself. You can help if you want to.”
I tried not to watch.
Three days later I woke up with a naked Brittney in my bed. We showered together and then I worked while she watched TV. I felt a little let down that I was getting used to her being naked. At least I wasn’t walking around with a boner all day.
In the afternoon Mom called again. “Martin Benjamin Coulson.” She hadn’t tried this with me since I was fifteen. I nearly laughed out loud.
“Hi, Mom.”
“You need to have sex with your sister.”
“Not going to happen, Mom.”
“I can’t believe you are so self-centered and cruel. She is in her room crying right now.”
I looked up and caught Brittney peeking through the door at me, She pulled back too late and closed the door.
“Stop calling Mom.” I disconnected.
I woke up in the morning with my hand on her breast. Damn, her tits felt amazing. That morning I let her wash me after I was done washing her in the shower.
The next morning she squatted down with her face to my half-hard cock. She opened her mouth. “Britti, stop,” I said.
“Connie says it feels amazing, She says you know how to use it too.” She kissed the head of my dick.
That night we watched a special report that said the pandemic was getting worse, not better. They had pictures of the bodies piling up in New York. She started to cry.
“Britti, It’s going to get better. We’re going to be fine.”
“I feel so sad,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry I let you down, Marty. I feel so bad that you’re ashamed of me.”
“Hey, when did I ever say I was ashamed of you?”
“I’ve seen the looks you give me when I bring home a new guy.”
“I just get concerned that you’ll run out of ‘nice’ guys. I’m used to it now Britti, I am.”
I kissed her and we made out for a few minutes.
She stopped sneaking into my bed. We just started going to bed together. I woke up with my hand on her tit every morning.
About a week later, I woke up as normal with her hand over mine on her tit. She pressed my hand to her chest and pushed back against me. “Mom, Marty’s got a boner.” We laughed. I poked her through my briefs.
At night she lay on the couch playing with herself watching my face. I couldn’t take the frustration anymore. I rolled over to her and stuck my face in her pussy, sticking my tongue in as far as I could.
“Oh, Marty,” she stroked my face as I ate her, using everything that Connie had taught me. My jaw was going numb when she finally came. I sat back up. Her eyes were glassy. “Thank you, Marty. Are you going to fuck me now?”
“No.”
“I think you are.” She gave me both dimples.
I didn’t though. We went to bed and I spooned around her. She took my hand and put it on her pussy.
“Put your finger in me, Marty. See, I’m always wet for you.” I fell asleep like that and woke up with my hand still on her. I stroked her clit and she woke up.
We didn’t speak all morning. I worked on my laptop, and she watched TV. After lunch, I went to use the bathroom, and when I came out she was doing her stretching exercises. She had her back to me and was bending to touch her toes. I just dropped my shorts and walked up behind her and pushed myself in.
She pushed back and reached to grab my arm. I fucked her silently for a couple of minutes and came explosively in her pussy. Breathing hard I slumped into a chair.
She crawled into my lap. “I love you, Marty.”
“Love you too, Britti” I picked her up and carried her to bed. I was done working for the day.
Turns out, I was done working for a couple of days. We used every position she knew and I think she knows them all. We only stopped to eat. The next day, I heard her talking to Connie on the phone as she sorted through her lingerie.
“What are you doing? You’re going to start wearing clothes again?”
“Hi, Marty”
“Hi, Connie”
“Brittney said, “I want to look pretty for you.”
I heard Connie giggle. “Hey Brit, can I talk to Marty for a minute?”
Brittney handed me her phone and I walked into my room. “What’s up, Connie.”
“Look, I know you are her sister, and you guys say it all the time, but she’s never said I love you to any of those thousands of guys she’s screwed. Not once.”
“She’s never had a single guy that she wanted to make a life with?”
“It’s always been you, Marty. Always. I thought you should know.”
I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say. “How are you, Connie?”
“I’m good Marty; in fact, if we can get out of this apartment, I’m going to get married.”
“Wow, I guess being together every day for six months has worked out for you.”
“It has, I just hope we can get out before I start to show.” She giggled.
“You’re going to have a baby? You’ll be a great mom, Connie.”
I took the phone back to Brittney. She had on a red mesh teddy. She did look very sexy.
“Connie’s going to be a Mom?” She could see the concern on my face. We’d been together for six months and I’d never seen her take a pill.
“I’ve got an implant, Marty. I’m good for at least the next three years. If you want to put a kid in me though, just let me know.”
So here I sit, with my cock softening in Britti’s pussy. I’m looking forward to the next few months of this pandemic. Then I’m going to hell.