I'm absolutely certain that you've all noticed how boring life has become, now that we're all 'locked-in' or otherwise confined to our homes, but while we've been deprived of the opportunity of mixing with other people, it's actually encouraged interactions within the families.
Well, that's how it is here in my little corner of Britain -- but fortunately we're an entire family locked into one house and just as fortunately we all get on well together. At least, we've been locked-down for over a week now and no-one's attacked any other family member -- yet! We've had some wonderful evenings when we've all just sat around and had a few drinks and talked but while those gatherings help bring us together, the need for some sex can't so easily be solved. Some good energetic masturbation in the privacy of our rooms does help but it isn't the same as a good fuck, is it? Of course our parents could simply retire to their marital bed and fuck all night if they chose to, but Becky and I don't have that luxury and even inside the first week we've begun to feel the need for release with no hope of entertaining boyfriends or girlfriends. Sure, we could try to nip out and meet friends at night but my parents have security cameras all around the house so that would be doomed to failure very quickly.
Most certainly I've had that urgent desire for a fuck and I'm sure that Becky has suffered too -- she's no virgin either so her needs are probably as great as mine.
Oh, thinking of sex and of our parents, they seem to have become a lot less concerned about the privacy of such matters because they seem to be making more noise when they fuck at night and both of them have been spotted naked as they move between the bathroom and bedroom, which doesn't usually happen. Perhaps it's just that I've noticed it more as my frustration has grown -- or perhaps I'm beginning to lust after my mother -- I certainly could do. She's bloody gorgeous to be honest and certainly doesn't look her age. Becky also confided in me that she thinks that Dad looks sexy, so it's affecting both of us...
Becky and I -- Becky's 21 and I'm near enough two years older, are still at home by default -- neither of us has yet ventured out to set up our own homes. I guess it comes down to the parental home being cheaper and more comfortable than anything either of us would care to afford and the added fact that our parents haven't even tried to kick us out. We could afford to move out because we're not entirely destitute -- Becky and I had been left with a handy inheritance from Mum's parents when they died, as had Mum and Dad of course, but why should we? We could both afford to rent but there's no place like home, is there?
Our parents are well and truly together and have been for some 27 years now and fortunately this virus hasn't ruined their lives. They both work from home; Dad has his own business and a fairly successful one at that, doing something with designing (it's too complex for me to bother to know more) while Mum's been working from home as a writer for some newspaper and is also the author of several excellently erotic novels.
Once Mum's parents died and left them their nest egg, rather than move or take over rooms in the house, (which feels crowded enough as it is) Dad bought a small cabin that's now situated not far from our back door and inside he's created two high-tech work-rooms so that both he and Mum can have some peace, privacy and comfort. They both tend to lock themselves away for hours when they're busy although we can still reach them via an intercom that Dad set up but we do our best to leave them alone.
Becky and I have both recently finished at uni but whatever plans we had for the future have been put on hold while this virus thing is happening -- but neither of us are panicking yet -- apart from the missing social side, it's actually quite nice (so far) to be able to relax and not have to study or work.
We also have a big garden so we're not completely cooped up in the house -- there's room for us all to spread our legs somewhat. Actually those words lead me straight back to my earlier subject -- sex or the lack of it.
The spreading of legs seems to have become something of a habit for my sister and while I've no complaints really, her habits have been causing me a few problems because deprived of other female pleasures she's making me more and more horny and frustrated and that's pretty well where this story really begins.
It came to a head the other day when I came back indoors after washing my car -- how often can you wash a car before it's seen as obsessive compulsive behaviour -- and she was there in the lounge, reclining in an armchair as she watched something on TV in her t-shirt and little shorts with her long sleek legs spread right out. More than that, I swear that I caught her quickly pulling her hand from inside her shorts even though she gave me such a totally innocent look. Whatever, it caused me to retreat quickly to my bedroom to allow things to calm down again...
It was while I was unwinding in my room that I began browsing the internet and almost immediately I stumbled on an article in a somewhat edgy site, that suggested that we'd soon be seeing more cases of incest -- and that got me thinking. It certainly made sense and at that moment I also began to wonder exactly why my sister was being so blatant in her actions. Perhaps she was already considering incest -- perhaps her frustrations had grown so that no male was safe?
Such ideas immediately stirred my penis and in seconds I was rock hard again because despite the stigma of incest, the very idea excited me -- especially incest with Becky. With her looks and her sexy body she'd make an ideal partner and already I could imagine sinking my rigid cock into her hot and almost certainly very sexy pussy. As a horny young man any thoughts of sex did that to be honest, but with a pretty sister and, for that matter, an equally gorgeous mum I was just cannon fodder for the situation.
Quickly opening a good porn site I lowered my shorts and took my seven inches of stiff oozing cock in my hand and it took all of three minutes before I was spraying cum up the bed, having forgotten to get a towel ready. I used my t-shirt to clean up the mess and chucked it in the laundry bin then found another one to wear before venturing out of my room again.
Our parents were ensconced in their office and Becky was still there with her legs stretched out as she watched TV and as I arrived I spotted her swiftly stuffing something under a cushion before she resumed her innocent concentration on the TV.
"What's on?" I asked as I slumped into the other armchair, "Anything good?"
"Nah, it's one of those reality shows -- it's a pre-recorded one but its ok," she answered, dragging her eyes from the TV to look at me, "Why, what did you want to watch?"
"Nothing really," I said as I shook my head, "I'm just bored -- just need something to do, that's what."
"Huh -- don't I know it," she said with a wry grin, "Can't see my friends; can't go out at night."
"Can't get any sex then?" I asked, aiming to simply add to the conversation rather than be provocative, "Can't get laid, eh?"
"Fuckin' right!" she answered quickly, "Not that I was liable to get much -- I think that Bob and I were about to split up anyway."
"Oh that's tough," I said, "Bet that hurts -- you've been together for over a year, haven't you?"
"Yeah but the last few months just weren't the same," she said, her mouth forming unspoken words, "We were kind of, you know, losing touch and now with this virus... Oh, fuck it; I haven't had any fun for ages."
"So what now?" I asked, "I mean, you can't go out and look for another guy, can you, so that just leaves cyber-sex or DIY stuff -- you know what I mean."
I made hand gestures to indicate jerking off and Becky nodded.
"Huh!" she grunted, "Not a whole lot of fun in that is there? It's just plain fucking frustrating!"
"Know the feeling," I added, "What with studying for my finals and then feeling exhausted afterwards I haven't done anything for several months either."
"Oh yeah, you said you don't have a girlfriend right now, do you?" asked Becky, "Bet it's tough for you too."
I nodded then stood up and headed towards the kitchen.
"I'm going to get a drink -- anything you want?" I asked and Becky put her thumb up.
