Stuck at home. COVID-19 has done that to all of us -- made us shut-ins not by choice.
Mom & Dad were on vacation on the other coast when the virus erupted and the shutdown orders came. That left just me and my sister in the house. I'm the older of us: my 23rd birthday was November 2019. Depending on which source you trust, it may have even been on the exact same day of the year that the virus first hit Wuhan, China.
My sister is almost three years younger than me. Her 21st birthday is coming up in July. Until COVID hit, I had promised to take her to a bar on that day so she could legally drink for the first time.
Why are we still living at home? Because we're rich -- Mom and Dad are, anyway -- and it's nice to live in a six-bedroom house with a hot tub and a swimming pool and where every bathroom has a Jacuzzi. Besides, Mom & Dad take so many vacations (pre-COVID, anyway) that my sister and I might as well be living here by ourselves. I tracked it and found that during calendar year 2019, Mom & Dad were present here for exactly 93 days.
I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I. Here you go. My name is Henry. I nominally work for one of Dad's companies, but due to COVID, the company is in a state of stasis. Once this pandemic passes, we'll hopefully resume business as usual. My parents insisted on me me staying in super shape, so I was on the track and swimming teams in high school. I still swim every day for an hour. I'm toned, lanky, and have short, straight brown hair.
My sister, Tammy, also works (as a receptionist) at one of our parents' companies -- or did, pre-COVID. Same deal with her: the company is in a holding pattern, and we hope once the pandemic passes to get back to normal. When they were home, my parents doted on Tammy: they didn't insist she stay in super shape, and she loves to eat. Not to mention that she's been stress-eating like crazy since the virus hit and we've been quarantined. That five-year supply of food in the giant pantries is gonna only last about two years the way she's going through it. Anyway, she's short, also has brown hair (hers is shoulder-length and wavy: my mom's hair is wavy and Tammy got those genes), and having packed on an additional 50 or so pounds in the past two months, she's become about as wide as she is tall. She does have a big bust. I overheard her on the phone complaining the other day that her DD-cup bras don't fit anymore because her chest has expanded. I hadn't really noticed -- what, you think I go around staring at my sister's tits all the time? -- but it was impossible NOT to notice that her ass had expanded.
She's been acting a bit off recently, too. I think the stress of all this is getting to her. Well. time for a swim.
[30 minutes later]
"Hello, Henry."
I didn't bother to look up. "Hi, Tammy."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Since when do you swim, sis?" My attention was still focused entirely on continuing my laps.
"You've seen me swim before. I'm not as good as it as you, but that doesn't mean I don't."
I grunted something and swam to the other end of the pool, turned, and came back towards her. My focus was shattered when I felt my sister's body crash down onto mine as she jumped in.
"OOOF! Watch it, sis!"
"Sorry, bro. I was trying to land next to you, not ON you."
"Apology accep..."
My voice trailed off. I had actually looked at Tammy. She was completely naked.
"Uh, sis? Where's your suit?"
"I don't have one that fits anymore."
I was tempted to make a smart-ass comment in reply. But I didn't see any reason to make my sister more upset. It's not like she didn't know what was happening to her body.
And come to think of it... her body as is, is pretty darn sexy. I've always preferred women with a few extra curves.
Why was I thinking that about my sister?
"Sorry to hear that."
With a quick gesture that caught me by surprise, she yanked off my swimsuit and tossed it onto the cement walkway surrounding the pool.
