Quarantined With my Sister by sixT9dr
— 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.