This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18.
I flew to Spain the day after Christmas, 2019. None of us knew what awaited the world, although the news from China and Italy was concerning. But we were all twenty and young and carefree. What did we know?
It was May before the Spanish hospital finally released me. I remained weak and found myself alone in a college dorm. It had been pretty awful in the hospital, the painful cough, the constant worry. I had a couple of nurses who seemed to like me, at least they were friendly with me. I learned a little Spanish from them, enough that by the time I was released I was able to speak Spanish a lot better than when I'd started the semester, I'd lost some weight and muscle and was weak. I could barely walk around the quad on the day they released me...but it was like leaving a high security prison to go to a low-security one.
The dorms where we were slated to stay were empty, save for me and maybe one other person. I had to remain isolated and days turned to weeks, and weeks to months. My four months that I was supposed to stay in Spain ended up being ten months, and I did not get home until late October just as the damned pandemic was starting to rear up again.
I had had quite enough of college. My parents had split when I was fourteen and so I had to decide whether to move back in with my overbearing father or my overly protective mother. It was Suzie, my younger sister, who convinced me to return to my mom's home.
She was my other real rock during those dark days in the hospital. She facetimed me every day, sometimes for hours. We talked little things and big things, and talked and talked. I wished her happy birthday when she turned eighteen while I was stuck in the dorm and loneliness and boredom were killing me slowly. I felt like an outcast, which made it worse, and being alone for such a long time was just the worst experience of my life.
So upon my return home, first a couple of days visiting Dad - and mostly ignoring his uninformed COVID rants - and then finally home to my Mom where suddenly her overbearing hugs didn't feel nearly as overbearing. Suzie was at work when I got home and so I got a hell of a surprise when she walked into the house after her shift at Target.
I had been sitting at the table with Mom, our discussions centered mostly on what I was going to do with my life. I had lived through perhaps Mom's greatest worry - my impending death - and coming out of it had the opposite effect of what I had expected. I had expected a clinginess to the point of suffocation and instead, I got relief mixed with an easing of her mind. I was strong enough to survive COVID; I suppose she understand that I was now strong enough and moving towards adulthood.
The door opened, and both my head and Mom's were turned towards the door. I suppose that we were both wearing expectant expressions, and Suzie walked into the door. Now I've never had the best self-control, especially over showing my emotions, so I know that utter shock was displayed openly on my face.
"Bryan!" Suzie screamed, and ran towards me as I stood. I pulled her tight to my body, suddenly painfully aware that her breasts had definitely sprouted and now they were two firm points of contact on my now-paltry chest. But her warmth and happiness to see me quickly dashed the shock, as I was just so happy to see her.
"Boy am I happy to see you, Suzie!" I told her as we embraced. She sniffled hard; I knew she was crying.
"Welcome home, Bryan. Welcome home!" she managed to say thickly. She stood back from me, wiping her tears then running to retrieve tissues. She dabbed her eyes and blew her nose before joining me and Mom again at the table. From there, the conversation blazed, which it normally did.
Suzie and I were such different people. She was bubbly, warm and chatty, friendly and very touchy-feeling. She reached out to pat my arm while she talked to me, or snapped up Mom's hand into hers while directing conversation to her. Arm punches were routine during conversations, but the overriding touch was that little one, that little one to the arm or the back of the hand. Over and over. She smiled constantly, a big one, that showed complete happiness. The years of orthodontic work paid off because her smile displayed those big, white, perfect teeth. And even though she was still dressed in her work clothes - that boring but all-red Target tee and a pair of black pants, it was inescapable to avoid drawing the conclusion that while I was away...Suzie got hot as fuck.
We fell into our traditional roles. I had always been more reserved, and actually I enjoyed listening to conversations. So it was fun for me to listen while Suzie regaled Mom with the tales of that day's stupidity at the store, or other things. It was so nice to see her and hear her, and I was curious why she had not mentioned her physical blossoming to me while I was convalescing.
Mom's home was an 80s-era split level. The basement area had been converted into our den or lounge area long ago. After a while, I excused myself and headed down there, feeling pretty confident that before long Suzie would as well. I had just fired up the XBOX and had completely forgotten all of my positions in the various games that I played. But when I saw her coming down the steps, I tossed the controller aside and switched the television to just something mindless.
She grinned and walked over to me, and then stopped. "I saw," she said softly, a pause, "the shock on your face!"
"Well, yeah!" I said. I boldly looked her up and down. Though her jeans and sweatshirt combination did a reasonably fair job at hiding the womanly curves she had sprouted, they could not hide them all. And it was obvious from the wobble in her chest that she had skipped wearing a bra.
"Like what you see, huh?" she smiled in a way that I could only describe as wicked. Clearly, she was enjoying my reaction to her.
"I do. I'm surprised."
She plopped on the couch next to me, then nudged over. It was obvious that she wanted my arm over her shoulder, so I draped it accordingly, and she leaned her head against it. "It was happening slowly, like last year, right before you left for Spain. I began to notice that my bras weren't fitting so well," she emphasized with a little giggle.
"Uh huh," I chuckled.
"But you're not kidding, it happened like overnight. Boom, this body. A booming body, right?" she added, that sly expression back in her eyes.
"Very booming. Explosive!" I laughed.
"Mom's been having kittens, of course," Suzie said with a slight roll of her eyes. "She probably thinks that I've been getting laid right and left!"
"And you haven't?" I asked, slightly surprised.
"I'm a good girl," she said suddenly, but the tone in which she said it, and the expression in her eyes suggested something else entirely. But it lasted only for a second or two before her face smoothed out then transformed into something closer to worry. "Well, I actually am a good girl. I'm still - technically - a virgin," she reported.
"Technically?" I replied with a grin.
"Well Vogue says that giving blowjobs doesn't count," she replied primly, that sly smile back on her face.
"God, sis, why tell me that you're giving blowjobs?" I asked, rolling my head back. It was odd, because in that very moment, the thought of my sister's mouth on a cock made my own member waken. There was no swelling, but that flesh was now on alert to do so.
"You told me when you lost your virginity!" she pointed out, a trifle more loud than I wanted. As far as our mom knew, we were both as pure and innocent as driven snow. Which, to be fair, was a model that we both maintained in order to protect our own sanity.
"That's cuz you stole my phone and saw the pictures that Shayna sent me!"
"Nakie pics, I remember," she giggled.
"She won't even return a text message to me now," I informed her.
Suzie waved her hand. "Bah. I heard she got fat at college anyway," she said.
"How come you chose not to go?" I asked her.
"We covered that. Remember? When you were stuck in that dorm in Spain?" she reminded me a tad crossly.
"Well, I hope you change your mind."
"You're not going back," she challenged me in a tart tone.
"Yet," I reminded her. "I need to get my strength back. Besides," I let out a long exhale, "I'm not sure I was really happy at the State U, you know?" I said.
"Thinking more local, then?"
"Maybe. I'm just up in the air right now. I mean, almost suffocating to death tends to make you see things differently," I allowed. Though I kept my tone light, in truth the ordeal had changed me. I just wasn't sure exactly yet how much or how deeply.
"Yeah. When Mom and me got COVID, we feared the worst. It sucked - there's no denying that - but we didn't get it like you did," she said.
"Thank your blessings for that." I had teased her often during our Facetimes. "But hey, you missed out on staring at cute nurses!"
