“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.