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.