Chapitre 3588: SELF-QUARANTINE
"Milo, have you checked on her yet?"
"Not yet, mama. I'm on the train now. I'll call you when I get there, okay?"
"Okay. You be careful too, my son."
"Yes mama."
I sighed as I hung up the phone, and as a cough rang out behind me, I froze.
A few sharp glares followed the perpetrator, and I shot him a sympathetic look as he moved to the rear of the car.
When Covid-19 first appeared in Italy, no one thought it would be this big a deal, but as the numbers began to surge, indifference turned to concern, and concern to outright panic.
Everyone was on edge, and none more so than my parents.
It was the reason I was even risking this trip to northern Italy, to Corsico where my sister stayed.
It had been two days now since she started feeling a bit ill, and my parents pretty much demanded that I go to her immediately.
Not that I wouldn't have, anyway.
Stephanie and I were very close, and even if this were an all-out zombie apocalypse, I would probably brave the end of the world itself to get to her.
Nevertheless, I hated being told what to do, so even as I bought the tickets and hastily packed, I made certain that my complaints over 'being forced' to make the trip had been sufficiently heard.
I glanced at the watch on my hand, as another cough echoed from the back of the car.
Don't touch your face.
Don't touch anything.
I repeated the mantras as I stared out the window, hoping that Stephanie's affliction was just the flu, and nothing to be worried about.
***
It was just after noon when I finally made it to her little apartment, and as I knocked on the door and waited, her voice finally called out.
"Emiliano?" she said.
"The one and only."
The door swung open to reveal my sister, dressed warmly in her pjs and a fuzzy robe.
A mask covered her mouth and nose, and she shot me a sarcastic look.
"There's three Emilianos on this floor alone," she countered.
For a second, I wanted to hug her, but as if anticipating my desire, she hung back, staring at me defensively.
"I might be letting you in because you came all the way here, but I'm self-quarantining," she warned, and I raised a hand in surrender.
"You know how mom is. She would come here herself if I didn't," I answered, and she sighed, stepping aside and letting me in.
"I disinfected everywhere, so you should be fine, but my room is off limits," she warned, and I snickered.
"Just like old times, then," and she rolled her eyes at the comment.
"I don't remember ever banning you from my room," she said, and I smirked.
"I don't remember ever being invited."
She made sure I got in, and knew where everything was before disappearing into her room, and I sighed, then picked up my phone and called my mom, letting her know that I'd arrived safely, and that Steffi was basically fine.
"Did you get tested?" I asked, going through some of Steffi's mail that I'd picked up on my way up to her floor.
"Yeah. Result should be in tomorrow," she called, and I nodded.
"And classes?"
"Suspended for the semester," she replied.
"Guess that'll be another year in Italy," I mumbled to myself.
Steffi went quiet for a while, and when I eventually peeked into her room, I caught sight of her sleeping, so I decided to get unpacked, and I unwound for a bit with a smoke and a bit of wine.
As the evening wound on, I had begun feeling drowsy when Steffi called out, her voice a bit weak.
"You there, jackass?"
"Hold on," I said, barging into her room.
"No, don't come in!" she yelled, and I froze just as my foot crossed the threshold of her doorway.
"What?"
"I'm thirsty," she complained, and I rolled my eyes.
"And how am I gonna bring you water without coming in?"
"Leave it by the door and I'll get it myself. These are the rules," she explained, and I sighed.
As I fetched her the glass, she retrieved it, shooting me a bit of a glare as she did, and she quickly shut the door, disappearing into her room.
But from the light that peeked out from under the doorway, I could see the shadow from her body move as she sat down against the wooden barrier.
"This doesn't really feel like if I'm taking care of you," I complained.
"Yeah? Well tough," she replied. "I'm not gonna be the reason you get this thing."
Her tone was defiant, and I smiled as I took a seat on the other side of the door.
"What are your symptoms so far?" I asked.
"Dry cough. Fever. Throat really sore," she complained, and I sighed.
"I should get you some lemons; break out mom's old lemonade recipe."
"Uh, no? You're not leaving the house," she warned.
"You're not my mother," I countered, and the door swung open.
"Promise me right now!" she exclaimed, and I shot her a questioning look, surprised by how serious she suddenly got.
"Sheesh, I was kidding, dummy."
She folded her hands and frowned, before slamming the door shut, and I sighed, getting up from the floor and heading to the kitchen to do a quick supply check.
Some thanks I get for coming here! I thought.
She appeared to have enough instant chicken noodle soups and ramen noodles to last at least a month, but I felt sick of the stuff already just by looking at it.
I'd need to go get groceries eventually, but I'd have to put that off until I had a better grasp of Stephanie's schedule, and when best I could make the run without her knowing.
"Hey, I'm gonna lie down," I called, as I walked past her room. "Ring me if you need anything, kay? Don't just sit there and yell."
She mumbled an 'okay,' and as I headed to the guest bedroom, I noticed that she was still slumped by the door.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.
I waited, and as no reply came, I began to worry.
"Steph?"
Still nothing, so this time I swung the door open, to find her slumped on the floor, falling asleep just like that.
"You can't sleep on the floor," I said, as I quickly scooped her up.
"Lemme alone," she mumbled, drowsily, and I disregarded the complaint as I half-dragged, half-carried her to her bed.
She was out cold before I could even pull the covers over her, and I let out a long sigh as I studied her, before heading over to my own bathroom to disinfect, and wash my hands thoroughly.
I slept uneasily that night, checking constantly on Steffi, and she slept quite soundly, until around four a.m., when she finally stirred as I made the rounds.
"You're not supposed to be here," she groaned, as she stretched lazily.
"Thirsty?" I asked, and as she nodded, I gestured towards the water bottle on her night stand.
"Are you taking anything?" I asked, and she nodded, pointing to her dresser.
I retrieved the card of tablets and brought it to Steffi, and she shot me a glum look as I helped her get them out.
"Seriously. I'm supposed to be self-quarantining," she complained.
"Well... I didn't come here to sit in the other room while you suffer through this alone," I countered, and she sighed. "How do you feel?"
"How do I look?" she replied, and I smirked.
"Terrible," I said, and she clicked her tongue, as she pointed at me with a finger gun.
On the mark, I thought.
"I won't touch my face, and I'll disinfect as soon as I leave," I promised. "But just tell me what you need."
"You can't give me what I need, lil' bro," she countered, and I sighed.
"Can't get what you don't ask for," I replied, and she raised her hands as she stretched like a sleepy cat.
"Hugs, and kisses, and lots of love," she said, and I smirked.
"Fine. When you're better, I'll see what I can do," I promised, and she smiled.
"Fucking liar," she said, before hugging her pillow tight. "Now get out of here before I throw you out."
After I left the room, I slept a little better, but my sleep was interrupted by the sound of my sister's voice, and I woke up just in time to hear her talking on her cellphone.
"Steph?"
I knocked on the door as she went silent, and she cleared her throat before replying.
"Up already?" she asked.
"Yeah. Was that the doctors?"
"Yeah," she said, her tone a little down.
"Well? What's the verdict?"
"Might as well change my name to David Draiman, because I am down with the sickness," she joked, and I sighed, as much at the news as at her miserable sense of humor.
"Could you be more specific? I mean, you've been ill in the head for as long as I can remember."
"Let's just say I'm bat-aliciously, afflicted. Oh, oh! I have another one. I'm livid with covid," she continued, and I sighed, opening the door.
"One more bad pun and I might be forced to put you down," I warned, and she pouted at me.
"Keep the door closed, loser," she said, and I shook my head.
"One meter of distance. We're fine," I replied, and she sighed.
She was slumped over at her bedside, and looking as miserable as ever.
"Don't tell mom," she said, and I nodded.
"Obviously."
"Or anyone," she said, and I tilted my head.
"Why?"
"Because you've been in contact with someone infected, idiot," she answered, and I shook my head.
"I'll have to get tested anyway," I replied, and she sighed.
"And what if you have it?"
"I'll have it whether I do the test or not," I answered, and she pouted again.
"Because of me," she said, and I shrugged.
"I've endured worse things for you than a virus."
"Name one!" she shot back, and I smiled mischievously.
"Paul?" I answered, and her mouth fell open.
"Low blow."
She folded her hands, and pouted, and I shrugged again.
"I was provoked," I reasoned, and she sighed.
"If you have it, then I want my hugs and kisses," she whined, and I studied her with interest.
"Been lonely out here?" I asked, and she nodded, to my surprise.
Maybe it was just the virus, but she was being more open than usual.
It actually made me quite worried.
"How long before I need to get tested?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"I'll ask my doctor when he calls again."
"Okay. Well, I'm gonna make you one of these soups," I said, getting up and heading to the kitchen, but just as I got out a little soup pot, and filled it with water, I heard her calling out.
"What?" I asked, poking my head out the doorway.
"I'm bored," she complained, and I rolled my eyes.
"Well, get used to it. Self-quarantine, remember?"
She pouted, rolling onto the floor, and putting her feet up against the bed.
"Go get tested today."
"What? I've only been here one night. I have zero symptoms."
"I know, I just want... company," she said. "I feel achy and miserable."
I put my hands on my hips, and studied her...
The cold always managed to bring out her most bratty side, didn't it?
"I can skip the test for now and just come in," I reasoned, and she shook her head, covering her mouth with her hand.
"I don't want you to get it."
"Well then I'll stay out here."
"But, I'm bo-ored," she whined, kicking her feet, and I let out an exasperated sigh.
"How old are you, again?"
"Twenty-two," she answered proudly, but as I shook my head at her, she frowned.
"Don't be mad, Milly, I'm just being bratty because I feel awful."
"I know," I said, heading back to the kitchen.
When I brought her the soup, she ate it without complaint, and after taking her meds, she was fast asleep.
It was as good a time as any to make a quick shopping run, but since I'd now been in actual contact with her, I knew staying in was the right thing to do.
Don't be the idiot that goes out and spreads this thing further, I told myself.
I made myself an instant ramen, then put on Netflix, and just watched some random series in silence.
I wasn't sure how much time went by when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I noticed my phone buzzing, and I cursed under my breath.
"Steph?" I called, and she answered from the other side of the door with a groan. "You okay?"
"Thirsty," she called, and I quickly went to the tap, and filled a glass.
"Where were you? I called like three times," she whined.
"I forgot to take my phone off of silent," I apologized, and she stared at me glumly.
"I could have died!"
"But did you, though?" I countered, and she pouted.
"You don't love me anymore."
"Of course, I do. Why else would I come here?" I replied.
"Because mom made you do it," she shot back, and I laughed.
"You mean, in spite of mom asking me to do it? Come on, get back to bed."
"What time is it?" she asked, and I glanced at my phone.
"A little after two."
"Sanitize your phone when you leave," she warned, and I nodded, as I helped her up to her bed.
As I turned to leave, she whined again, and as I looked back, she shot me a puppy dog look.
"I don't want you to get sick, Milly. But if you're gonna get sick, hurry up and get sick so you can stay here with me."
"You are not an easy woman to please," I joked, and she turned her head up, in defiance, as I tucked her in and headed back to my room.
The next morning, after making another chicken noodle soup for Steffi, I called and made arrangements to get tested at the nearby health facility.
"Do you have masks?" Steffi asked, as I got ready to leave, and I nodded. "Just one?"
"Yeah. It's less than twenty minutes away."
"Take at least two. You don't know how long you might have to wait. If it gets moist, you need to change it. And no touching it until time to take it off."
"I know," I said, and she grumbled.
"Now I know how mom feels," she said, and I smirked.
"Then don't try to 'mom' me," I replied, and she sighed.
"I'm just worried. Be safe. And come straight back here."
"Alright, sheesh."
"I'm serious, mister. No excursions!"
"Pinky swear," I said, waving a pinky at her, and she let out one more sigh, before closing the door just as I disappeared down the corridor.
I headed straight for the testing facility, which had been quite efficient and well prepared to receive me as I arrived.
I filled out a quick questionnaire, though as soon as I mentioned that I'd been in close contact to someone with a confirmed case of infection, I was quickly given the green light for testing.
A nurse took two swabs; one from my nostril, and the other from my cheek, and after leaving the relevant contact info, I headed home.
"That was quick. Are you sure you did it right?"
"I dunno. Was I supposed to jerk off before the swab, or after?"
"Ha ha. When will the result be back?"
"This evening," I replied. "They said they have a testing center here in Corsico now, so the samples don't have to go all the way to Milan for testing anymore."
"Oh. That's convenient... although, I guess that means it's gotten that bad here, huh."
I shrugged.
Stephanie disappeared into her room, but I quickly noticed her shadow pacing back and forth.
"Are you alright?" I asked, and her shadow quickly paused.
"Y-yeah, why?"
"You seem... anxious," I replied.
"I'm not anxious. You're anxious!" she countered, and I opened the door.
"Are you seriously that worried?" I asked, and she bit her finger and nodded.
"I was being a brat, and you ended up touching me. I should have just kept my stupid face shut."
I chuckled at her.
"Doesn't matter. I was like two days away from coming in there anyway."
"Wouldn't let you," she shot, and I smirked.
"As if you could stop me."
"Is that a threat?" she asked, feigning surprise, and I shrugged.
"Take it how you want."
"So, you would do that? To your own sister? Just come in here and take advantage of me?"
Her eyes lit up as she spoke, and I shook my head at her.
"That's supposed to scare you, not excite you. Weirdo."
She plopped down on the bed, and folded her arms crossly.
"Can't blame a girl for getting a little desperate. I'm not getting any action otherwise."
"I think this virus might be going to your head," I scoffed, and she frowned.
"Or maybe it's going somewhere else..."
I ignored her comment, as she shifted suggestively.
I was trying to figure out what to do next, when my phone rang.
"Is this Emilano Genovesi?"
"Yes, this is him," I answered.
Stephanie quickly came over, trying to listen in, and I shooed her away.
"Self-quarantine, remember?" I mouthed, and she frowned, retreating to almost exactly one point five meters away.
"You tested negative for the Covid-19 virus. You said you were staying with a close family member? A sister?"
"Yes."
"If her infection is mild, it would be best to find somewhere else to stay until she's recovered."
"Yes, I understand," I said, ducking into my room and pulling the door shut.
"What if her condition is bad?" I asked in a lower voice, and the man paused.
"Respiratory problems?"
"No. Just high fever, pretty bad fatigue."
"Hmm," the man responded, "our facilities are at max capacity. We can't take in someone who isn't suffering from respiratory problems right now. I guess, its up to your discretion."
"Okay, understood."
"Feel free to call our emergenc-"
I ended the call, then opening the door, I put the phone to my ear, and continued:
"Yes, I'll be sure to keep myself indoors. I understand."
Stephanie shot me a sharp glare, and I pretended to hang up again.
"You've got it?"
"Yep."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm not just sure, I'm C-O-V positive," I replied, in my best imitation of an Eric Cartman voice, and Steffi rolled her eyes in response.
"Leave the bad jokes to me... and just, never do another impersonation again. Ever. Okay?"
I frowned, and she rubbed her left leg against her right, as she began to shift uncomfortably.
"You're not fucking with me?" she said. "You really have it?"
"Yeah. Most likely I got it on the train, though. So, you don't need to feel responsible."
"Right... and I'm totally not responsible for the train you took to come here."
I shrugged.
"Final chance, loser. You're not lying to me?" she asked, and I shook my head as sincerely as I could.
She eyed me carefully, then sighed, coming over to me and wrapping her arms around me tight.
"Oh sweet, human, warmth," she cooed, and I chuckled.
"You really weren't kidding about being desperate," I chided, and she ignored me, as she nuzzled her face into my chest.
"It's lonely out here," she explained, and I sighed.
"Then why did you come?"
She frowned, then taking my hand, she pulled me with her towards her room and onto her bed.
"Lie down," she ordered, and as I complied, she lay down next to me. "Now, hold me."
I put my arms around her, and she snuggled up closer to me.
"Isn't this a little too intimate?" I chided, and she turned around, and shot me a sharp glare.
"I'm sick. You have to listen."
"I'm sick too, aren't I?"
She placed a hand against my forehead, and then frowned.
"No fever. I on the other hand, might be dying you know. Are you gonna deny your dying sister's final wishes?"
I rolled my eyes, hugging her tight.
"Is there anything else, your highness?"
"I got the hugs, but I was promised kisses," she complained.
Fuck.
If I did that, I might actually catch this thing.
Part of me still planned to sanitize and just be careful...
"You'll get those when you get better," I countered, and she sighed.
"I need to take my meds," she said, but as I moved to get up, she held onto my hand.
"Can't go get them if you don't let go," I chided, and she frowned.
"Every time I let go, you take longer and longer to come back."
I eyed her as she spoke.
"What's gotten into you?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"Maybe it's the virus... I just. I thought I knew what I wanted from life, but now that I'm sick..."
"You'll get better," I promised, and she sighed.
"Dying isn't what I'm afraid of."
She let go of my hand, but as I went to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water, her words resonated in my head.
What are you afraid of? I thought.
I poured myself a glass of wine, but even as I tried to down it before Steffi could get suspicious enough to come looking for me, I found myself caught red handed.
"No fair," she complained. "Pour me a glass too."
"Nuh-uh. You're taking medication."
"Oh, come on. Acetaminophen and alcohol are not that risky a combo. I just get a little high. Pleaaase~?"
I sighed, then took out another wine glass, to her delight.
"I have conditions, though," I warned, as I held the glass up to her.
"What?"
"You need to start talking to me. Properly. You've been dropping some pretty dark sounding lines on me out of nowhere."
"Fine... alcohol is the best way to get what you want from me, anyway~," she sang, and I sighed, pouring her a glass.
"One glass," I warned, and she nodded, taking the glass back to her room as if it were the spoils of some famous victory.
"So! What do you wanna know?"
"You're acting weird, Steffi. I'm worried."
She took a sip from her glass, and looked away.
"Weird, how?"
"Extra affectionate, I guess?"
"What's wrong with that? Am I making you uncomfortable? I just really miss you; you know?"
"I know... but we're not kids anymore. Some of the stuff we used to do just isn't appropriate anymore. Like the cuddling."
She frowned.
"I don't care."
"What?"
"I. Don't. Care. If it's inappropriate, or whatever. I want to cuddle with you, and I'd appreciate it if you wanted to cuddle with me too. If you don't want to, then it's fine, but miss me with that 'inappropriate' bullshit."
I studied Steffi with interest.
"So, do you want to cuddle with your sister?" she asked, and I sighed.
"I don't not want to," I replied, and she shrugged.
"Then we cuddle. Now, what else?"
How lonely did she have to be to want to cuddle with me so badly.
As I looked away, however, she caught the look in my eyes and she screwed up her face at me.
"Pity? Really, Milo?"
"What else am I supposed to feel, sis... there's no way you want those kinds of things from me if you weren't super lonely, or something."
She folded her arms angrily, and placed her glass down on the night stand beside the bed.
"That's not what this is at all. I just missed being hugged the way you hug me... no-one else hugs me like that."
"Oh," I replied, feeling a bit stupid. "Sorry."
Steffi left her glass unfinished, as she took her medication and climbed into bed.
"I'm about to pass out," she confessed. "Will you stay with me?"
I nodded, settling into bed with her, and she smiled as she snuggled up into the nook of my arm, and she crooned contentedly as I wrapped an arm around her, holding her tight.
"Mm, that's the stuff. Almost dying from this virus was worth it just to feel this again," she said, and I chuckled a little.
"I don't remember you liking my hugs this much when we were kids."
"Yeah... well I was a kid. I just didn't know what I had back then."
"What would you have done differently if you knew?" I asked.
"Held on, and never let go. Am I still not getting my kisses?" she asked, and I sighed.
"When you get better, remember?"
"What if I never get better? Do I die without my kisses?" she asked.
"Quit talking like that. This virus might be awful, but you'll be alright, okay?"
"Fine," she grumbled, squirming against me a little, before settling down.
I stroked her back reassuringly, and soon enough, she fell asleep.
As I studied her sleeping form, I began to think about what she said.
Hugging anyone else didn't feel comforting like this, did it?
I tried to think about what it was like hugging all of my girlfriends and love interests, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized none of them measured up to Steffi.
But she was my sister.
It was a special bond, right?
That's all it was.
Besides... she was right. This felt nice.
Really nice.
I dismissed my musings, and soon enough, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.
My dreams, however, were filled with nightmare after nightmare of Steffi dying in my arms.
It started with a dream that I was in my parent's old house, and after hearing a scream, I raced up to her room, only to find her lying in a pool of her own blood, a knife sticking out of her chest.
I rushed to her side, but as I placed a hand on hers, her eyes opened, and I woke up with a start... only to find Steffi lying on her side, next to me on the bed, flies buzzing over her, and as I touched her, she crumbled into dust.
I woke up for real after that, panting, sweat dripping down my forehead.
Damn... I'm feeling feverish, I thought.
Maybe I had finally caught the damn thing after all.
Steffi was lying on my arm, and as I nudged her off, I noticed that she seemed to barely react.
"Stef?" I called, my voice a little hoarse and croaky.
I cleared my throat, trying to reach out to her, but my arms were numb, and I quickly began to shake them to life.
"Steffi?" I tried again, and she didn't stir.
Was she breathing?
She didn't seem to be moving at all.
A little movement was coming back into my fingers, but panic was quickly setting in.
"Steffi, please wake up," I said. "I'll kiss you. I'll do anything. Just don't leave me."
I prodded her with my arm which was now wracked with cramp, as circulation returned to it, but a groan came from Steffi, and I let out a long, sigh of relief.
"Quit yapping. Sleepy," she groaned.
"Thank god," I mumbled to myself, slumping back down onto the bed.
I wrapped an arm around her, spooning her, and she crooned contentedly in response, and soon enough, I fell back asleep.
When I woke up this time, light was sneaking into the room from outside, and I noted that Steffi was already up, and studying me with a curious smile.
"I'll have that kiss now," she declared, and I stretched lazily.
"What kiss?" I lied, and she frowned.
"You said you'd kiss me if I woke up, and look at that! I'm up. Now kiss."
"You must have been dreaming," I replied, and she punched me.
"Don't you dare try to gaslight me," she shot back, and I sighed.
"Fine," she huffed, "I'm going back to sleep, and I'm not waking up until I feel properly kissed."
She plopped back down with an exaggerated show for effect, before getting up to add:
"And just so you know, I need to take my meds. So, it's your choice. Sit there and watch me suffer, or kiss me."
I got up, and studied her for a bit.
Maybe I should play this one out for a bit, I thought.
I headed for the bathroom to retrieve my toothbrush, and after brushing my teeth, I came back to find her still lying defiantly, just as I'd left her.
Well, fine then, I thought. Let's play.
I approached her, making sure that she could hear my footsteps, and as I sat down on the bed beside her, I paused, waiting for a reaction, but she didn't move.
Did she fall asleep?
I held a hand out, over her face, and as I poked her cheek; no reaction.
She was serious, huh.
I studied her sleeping face... Steffi was a pretty girl.
Probably the prettiest girl in the world.
I probably wouldn't think twice about kissing her if she wasn't my sister.
I'm overthinking this, aren't I?
I took a deep breath in, but as I leaned down to kiss her, my chest began to tighten, and at the last moment, I swerved away from her lips and kissed her on the cheek.
I retreated, then waited for a response... but nothing, so I sighed.
I glanced at her lips.
They were flushed, maybe from the fever, but still plump, and quite appealing.
They were kissable lips.
Very kissable lips... but my sister's kissable lips.
I shook my head.
Was this what she wanted? To torment me?
No... Steffi was never like that.
She was a brat, sure... but not a spiteful brat.
Stop overthinking it, I thought.
I took another deep breath in, then leaned in and-
*Smooch!
-I planted a smacking kiss on her lips, and her eyes opened wide almost immediately.
"Milly!" she yelled, wrapping her arms around me.
She tried to pull me down for another kiss, and I quickly wiggled my way out of her arms.
"Hey. You kissed the sleeping princess. We're supposed to live happily ever after now," she chided, and I shook my head.
"The prince and the princess in the stories weren't related," I reminded her, and she pouted.
"What if they were?"
"They weren't."
"But. What. If?" she asked again, and I sighed.
"Then they'd see other people."
"That's the least fairytale thing I've ever heard," she replied.
I quickly retreated from the room, trying to get my heart to stop racing.
She's your sister.
But that was a fantastic kiss.
She's your sister!
But she loves you, and she clearly enjoyed that kiss too.
BUT SHE'S YOUR SISTER!
I felt dizzy, and it wasn't the virus.
"Milo, I'm thirsty," Steffi called, and I quickly filled a glass with water, and took it to her room.
She kept her eyes on me as I fetched her medication, and placed it on the nightstand next to the glass of water.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked, and I shook my head.
"I don't like this game, but no. I'm not mad. Just a little confused."
She bit her lip.
"Don't call it that."
"What?"
"A game."
I gulped, then stood up and headed for the door.
"I'm gonna make you a soup," I said, and she nodded, slumping back down on the bed as I headed to the kitchen.
When the meal was ready, I let her know, and this time, she ate at the little table by the kitchen.
She ate in silence, and when she was done, I started washing up, but I'd hardly gotten started when a pair of hands wrapped around me, and Steffi hugged me gently.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I know it'll sound like a lame excuse, but I think the fever kind of got to me."
"You don't say."
She sighed into my back.
"Now that it's broken a little, I kind of realize I'm gonna live... and now I'm scared that I pushed you further away from me."
I turned off the tap, then turned around to face her.
"So... you acted like that because you really thought you were dying?"
She blushed a little, then nodded, timidly.
"But then, that's how you really feel; isn't it?"
She shrugged, her cheeks still red.
"Stop thinking about it. Just... forget anything even happened, okay?"
I nodded, and Steffi headed back to bed, and when I was done washing up, I spent some time lolling about in my room, before eventually, I felt the urge to check on Steffi.
"Hey," I said, as I poked my head into her room, "how do you feel?"
"Like if the fever is coming back," she replied.
She was reading a book, and she threw it over to the other side of the bed, before letting out a tired sigh.
I walked over and took a look at it.
"Fifty shades? Really?"
She shrugged.
"I was curious."
"And how is it?"
"Fucking trash," she replied, snickering a little.
I picked up the book and flipped through the pages a little, then put it down on then nightstand, plopping down onto the bed next to her.
"You might want to sleep in your bed," she said, and I frowned.
"Why? Are you tired of me already?"
She shook her head.
"No... but the fever's coming back. I might not be myself."
Or maybe being yourself is exactly what you're afraid of.
"I'm sure I can handle it," I countered, and she studied me intently, before shaking her head.
"No. You're only saying that cuz I'm sick. One day I'll get better and you'll leave and I won't see you for another year."
She really feels bummed out, huh?
"Or maybe I'll move in and harass you until you throw me out."
She smirked.
"All talk and no game," she said, turning away from me, but the little smile on her face felt like a victory, so I reached over and grabbed her.
"Or maybe I'll be so affectionate that you'll beg me to stop."
I tried to tickle her, and she began to squirm and squeal, but I quickly stopped as she rubbed her head, achingly.
"I'm fine," she said, and I placed a hand on her forehead, and shook my head in response.
"You're burning up."
Her face was flushed, and again I noted just how pretty Steffi really was.
"Come on," I said, patting the bed beside me, and she crept timidly over to the spot, as I wrapped my arm around her. "This is nice, isn't it? We used to do this all the time, didn't we?"
She nodded, cooing contentedly as I began to stroke her back.
"Why did we ever stop?" she asked, her voice a little sleepy, and I gave the question some serious thought.
"Probably because I discovered girls... and boobs."
She raised her head at this, staring at me with genuine surprise.
"But I'm a girl! With boobs!"
She made the declaration as if it were something she'd only just discovered, and I snickered at her.
"Yeah. Sister boobs. Not the kind I could look at. Or play with."
She frowned, pouting.
"If it would have got you to keep hanging out with me, I'd have let you play with them."
"Bullshit," I answered, but my expression changed as soon as I saw the look in her eyes.
It was the look of defiance she had whenever she was intent on proving me wrong, and before I could react, she climbed on top of me.
"What're you doing, Steff?"
"Proving you wrong," she said, suddenly lifting up her top, and my eyes went wide as she leaned down, smothering me with her bared bosom.
They were soft, and wonderfully supple, and she rubbed her chest to and fro, smothering me in the large fatty mounds, I found myself becoming instantly aroused.
She rolled off of me, quickly pulling down her top before I could even steal a proper glance at them, giggling.
"You liked~ it," she teased, and I frowned.
"Well, yeah. I think. My brain's short circuiting a little right now," I replied, a little stupefied, and she smiled proudly.
"If I knew all this time that that was all it took, I would have done it ages ago."
I studied her intently.
"You're really not kidding with any of this stuff, are you?"
She shrugged.
"Or~, maybe this fever just makes me feel extra naughty."
A woozy expression replaced her teasing one, and I quickly pulled her back to bed.
"You need to rest," I chided, and she frowned.
"Don't tell me what to do," she shot back, but she was already drifting off.
She groaned as I extricated myself from her to go get the lights, but she hummed contentedly as I climbed back into bed, and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight.
"Perfect time to cop a feel, Milly. I don't know up from down... you could take. Advantage... all night."
Her words were slurred and she quickly dozed off, but as I spooned her from behind, I began to study her... in a different way.
Steffi was pretty; I always knew that.
But now I was beginning to realize what an absolute babe she was too.
As I rubbed her tummy with my hand, I let the hand slip under her pajama top, to get a feel of the smooth, soft skin below.
Her stomach was soft, but flat, and she let out a little pleasurable sigh at the skin on skin contact.
I paused for a second, contemplating what next to do.
I mean... she did kind of give me permission, didn't she?
I slipped my hand out of her clothes, then hugged her.
Steffi was precious to me, and even if she did consent, somewhat, if I really was gonna feel her up, I very much preferred if she was awake to experience it... or else I was just selfishly using her body for my own pleasure.
I kissed her, at the back of her head, then held her tight as I began to drift off to sleep, and this time, my dreams had nothing to do with Steffi dying...
Instead, I dreamed things of a much more... carnal nature.
Most of it was a blur, but one dream, I remembered.
"Milo, give it to me," Steffi moaned.
She was on top of me, her breasts bouncing lewdly as she rode me.
I moaned pleasurably, as her rhythmic bouncing shook me to and fro, until...
"Milo. Milo wake up."
"Mmh," I woke up to Steffi shaking me awake.
My eyes fluttered awake, and I noticed her face was a little red.
The room was dark, and from what I could tell, it was still night.
"Having a good dream?" she asked, and I shrugged, even as she studied me with a knowing look. "I'm thirsty," she added, and I nodded, groaning a little.
I quickly fetched her a glass of water, and as she drank, she continued to study me.
"Did I really ask you to molest me in my sleep last night?" she suddenly asked, and I coughed.
"Wha? No. I- uh, I mean-"
She giggled as I blustered through the response, slumping back onto the bed with a sigh.
"I guess I did huh... Well? Did you do it?" she asked, and I quickly shook my head.
"I would never," I said, and she frowned.
"Am I not pretty enough?" she asked.
"Being pretty isn't an excuse to feel someone up while they're sleeping. Besides... I much rather do that sort of thing to someone who's awake."
"Well... I'm awake now," she countered, and I studied her.
She placed her hands at the sides of my torso, then stretched her body out, pushing her breasts out towards me.
My eyes quickly flicked to them, and she smiled, pleased by the almost instinctive reaction.
I placed a hand on her hip and she climbed on top of me, straddling my midsection, and she leaned down, letting her breasts hang just over my face.
My second hand found its way to her hip, and she shuddered as I slowly let them move upwards, under her pajama top, towards her sizeable mounds.
I stopped just as I felt the base and sides of the fatty swells, and she looked down at me, a desiring look in her eyes.
"Touch them," she said, wiggling a little on top of me, and I gulped.
This was really it, huh.
If I fondled her breasts now... I was admitting to something that I always felt, yet hid from.
I took one final look at my sister, before letting my hands move forward, cupping her breasts, and reveling in the feel of them in my grasp.
They were soft.
Warm.
And perfect.
"Hmm. I was right," she crooned, and I studied her.
"Right about what?"
"Your touches are just like your hugs. Perfect."
"I'm beginning to suspect that you're exaggerating," I countered, and she bit her lip.
"I'll prove it," she said, taking one of my hands, and guiding it towards her stomach.
I gasped, as she pressed down, letting the hand slip past the hem of her pants, all the while trailing against the nakedness of her bare skin, until I felt it.
My finger just brushing the beginning of the slit that signaled I was at the cusp of that place, and as she pressed me further south, I gasped.
"Feel how wet I am," she crooned, biting her lip, as she studied me. "Feel how wet you made me."
She was absolutely dripping, and my fingers almost instinctively began to caress the slick opening, and she moaned.
She leaned down, her eyes firmly aimed at my lips, and she hummed contentedly into my lips as we kissed.
Her hips ground against my hand as we kissed, and I could feel her juices practically leaking out of her, and onto my hand, while a fever like heat seemed to radiate outwards from her body.
I removed my left hand from under her top, and placed it on her back, and as my other hand worked to stimulate her sex, I held her tight, and our lips mashed together as our bodies moved against each other's, slowly, and rhythmically.
Moans began to accompany her contented sighs, as we parted occasionally to take little sharp breaths, but she was quickly getting close to an orgasm.
I moved my kisses to her neck, and focused my movements inside of her underwear, and I was rewarded with a stream of 'ohs' as she came; her body shuddering in my arms, until she went still, and she buried her face into my neck, humming contentedly again.
"That was everything I could have wanted," she mumbled, and as I nodded, I retrieved my hand from inside of her pants, and she looked up into my eyesShe wiggled her hips tentatively as she stared at me, and as she felt the stiff thing concealed within my own shorts, she smiled.
"Can I?" she said, and I covered my face, as I nodded.
She sat up, then taking her pajama top off, she scooted off of me, and then, with my help, she slid off my pants, and brought me to the edge of the bed.
I shot her a questioning look as she examined my thing, a child-like look of fascination on her face.
"So, this is what it looks like."
"You've... seen one before, right?" I asked, somewhat dubiously, and she nodded, a cheeky grin on her face.
"Yeah... but this is my little brother's cock. The kind I'm apparently not supposed to lust after, and whatnot."
I snickered a little, and she leaned back, putting her bared chest on display for me.
"Just like these. But-"
She sat up, leaning forward a bit, and I shuddered a little as she let her breasts dangle over my erect cock, brushing them teasingly with the delectable mounds of fatty goodness.
"-if we put them together, I think it might be fun."
She grasped my cock tentatively, and after examining it a little, she began to slowly let her fingers explore the sensitive shaft, going all the way down to my balls, which she gently cupped.
"I always told mom I could just gobble you up," she said, as she tilted her head down, and took one of my balls into her mouth, and as she sucked on it a little, I let out a pleasurable sigh in response.
"Steffi, I don't think this is what that means," I chided, and she shrugged.
"This way is clearly more fun. Whoever is too dumb to do it, their loss."
A wave of lightheadedness showed in Steffi's face, and I shot her a scolding look.
"We can continue this-"
"No, no. I want to finish. I'll be quick," she promised, and I studied her as she positioned my cock into the valley between the swells of her sizeable breasts, and holding them together, she began to rub them against the length of my cock.
"Wow," I breathed, feeling a little lightheaded myself at the heavenly feeling of being smothered between her breasts.
She smiled, quite pleased with the reaction, but it took no more than a minute of that kind of stimulation before I could feel the pleasure leading me towards the cusp of an orgasm.
"Steffi, I'm about to-"
"Mm, do it on my breasts," she ordered, and I nodded, grunting with satisfaction as the first rope of seed spewed forth from the tip of my cock, and landed on her right shoulder.
She quickly repositioned me, as rope after rope of cum spewed out, plastering her breasts lewdly with the milky white seed.
As my orgasm died down, and my length began to soften, she leaned down and sucked up what remained of my creamy outburst, then scooping up a bit of cum from her shoulder, she licked it off of her finger, before sucking the digit into her mouth, and staring up at me provocatively.
"Wow, Steff. That was amazing," I crooned, and she shrugged.
"That's what are big sisters for," she pipped brightly, and I snickered.
This is most certainly not what big sisters are for, I thought.
As my orgasmic high faded and I regained full use of my mental faculties, I suddenly realized that my feverish, bed-ridden sister was sitting topless on the floor, and covered in liquids, and my brotherly instinct kicked in almost immediately.
"Fuck," I cursed, as I kicked off my shorts and dashed for the kitchen.
I quickly filled a bowl with warm water, then grabbed a small towel from the towel rack in the bathroom and headed back to Steffi's room, where she seemed to be fixated on the sticky mess of fluids I'd left on her bosom.
"Here," I said, dipping the makeshift washcloth into the bowl, and cleaning off the cum from her breasts, much to her chagrin.
"I wasn't finished with that," she complained, and I sighed.
"Raise your arms," I ordered, ignoring the complaint, as I began to sponge her off. "How long has it been since you showered anyway," I asked, and she thought about it.
"I dunno. What's today?" she asked, and I sighed.
After sponging off her upper body, I quickly stripped off her pajama bottoms, and gave her a quick wipe down, before finding her some new clothes.
She collapsed onto the bed as soon as I was done dressing her, with a contented sigh.
"Mmh~. I feel so clean."
She let out an exaggeratedly contented sigh, then patted the bed.
"Come snuggle me," she said.
"In a minute," I replied, heading to the bathroom to clean myself up, before getting changed and joining Steffi in bed.
As I snuggled up to Steffi, wrapping my arm around her and spooning with her, she sighed contentedly into my arm.
"If I wake up and find out this was all a dream, I am gonna be puh-issed," she declared, and I chuckled.
"You've got me thinking now... how long have you felt like this?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"I dunno... how do you decide exactly when you fell in love with someone."
I bit my lip, as I thought about it.
"I've always loved you," I said, and she giggled.
"When you say it, I feel all tingly," she said, her voice heavy with drowsiness. "I've always loved you too. The real question is, when did I start wanting to bury your dick into my pussy," she added, giggling again.
I chuckled, as her tone was so cutesy, but the words themselves anything but.
"Well, there will be no dick burying as long as you're sick," I warned. "So, work on getting better first, okay?"
She pouted.
"I'm sick. You're supposed to give me whatever I want," she whined, and she giggled as I nudged her in the butt.
"Keep that up and a spanking is what you'll get."
"Promise?" she asked, and I gave her another scolding nudge.
Eventually she settled down, and got to sleep, but over the next few days, she remained persistent, and it took my utmost control to keep her advances at bay.
"How long are you gonna torture me?" she asked finally, and I snickered at her.
"I dunno. How long are you gonna keep begging for dick like it's the last cookie in the jar?" I shot back, and she folded her hands crossly, and pouted.
I studied her as she placed her hands on her hips, actually seeming as if she was angry this time; so I gave it some thought.
"Fine... when you feel well enough to shower, dress yourself, and eat something more than chicken noodle soup; then you can have it," I countered, a bargain she quickly agreed to.
She headed immediately for a shower, but as soon as she was done, I found her lying in bed, an exasperated expression on her face.
"Maybe it would make me feel better?" she reasoned, and I sighed.
I climbed into bed, and kissed her, and she purred delightedly as I began to caress her body.
"Still a no," I said, as she tried to reach for my tool, and I swatted her hand away. "Just rest. Please?" I pleaded, and she finally relented, settling for some cuddling, and falling asleep in almost no time.
The kisses and caresses kept her satisfied for a couple more days, when finally, I woke up the smells of coffee and toast, and I clambered from her room to find her freshly showered and dressed.
"Fever?" I asked, and she shook her head, presenting herself to me for inspection.
She smirked at me, unable to contain how pleased she was.
"So, do I get that dick now? Or later? Or now right through until later?" she asked, and I sighed.
"Can't we... do something nice?" I asked, and she frowned. "I know. I'll make a trip to the store. Cook us a real meal for once?"
She folded her arms, crossly, before finally agreeing.
"Fine. But that dick better come good," she replied, and I snickered as she wandered off to eat her breakfast.
She made sure I was suitably prepared before leaving the apartment, however, and when I got back from the run, I found a little note. It read:
You cook.
Dinner/date @ 5.
Don't come in my room until then.
Also, knock.
Love, Steffi. <3
I smiled, then got to preparing some steaks and sides.
I also put out some extra for a nice bottle of red wine, and as I cooked, I felt pretty good about things.
How long had it been since I'd actually dated?
Sure, I met up with some women from time to time, but most of those escapades ended in a quick, night of carnal pleasures that signaled the end of the time we'd spend together.
This felt... different.
Real, in a way that none of even my more serious relationships ever felt.
As I cooked, I felt pretty good, but as evening came, and I changed into something a little more date appropriate, I began to feel butterflies forming in my stomach.
Stop being nervous, I told myself.
But as five o' clock came, and I knocked on Steffi's door, I began to find it difficult to even breathe, and no, not because of the virus either.
I waited at the dining table, but nothing prepared me for what was about to step out of Steffi's room as the door swung open.
"Wow," was all I managed.
She was wearing a pink, frilly dress with a halter neckline; a tiny thing, that just barely covered her thighs, and put her bare legs on wonderful display.
Her hair was tied up in a pretty ponytail, and while she didn't overdo it with the makeup, the light foundation she wore perfectly accented her luscious lips, which were an enhanced bright red, and gave her that full puckered effect that I'd enjoyed on more than one occasion during her days in bed.
She looked like beauty incarnate, and I stared stupidly as she put her hands on her hip, and shot me a scolding look.
"Wow? Is that all I get?" she asked, and I snickered.
"You don't look like someone who was dying two days ago," I tried again, and she smiled happily, as if this were a much better compliment.
"You on the other hand, need some work, mister. Have you cancelled your gym membership or something? You're a young man, get yourself some abs for crying out loud."
I pouted, and she smiled, poking my face playfully.
"I'm sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood because I'm fucking nervous as hell," she explained, biting her lip, and I snickered.
I turned her around, and wrapped my arms around her from behind, placing a gentle kiss on her neck.
"I am too," I confessed. "How about we eat, and let the mood sort itself out," I offered, and she nodded quickly.
"This looks good," she said, as she looked over the spread. "Honestly, if I had to eat another soup, I'd just jump off the balcony and end it all right here."
As we sat down and started eating, I studied Steffi, who was busy stuffing her face.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, trying for some reason, to start some casual conversation, and she shrugged, as she stuffed her mouth full.
As she swallowed, she shot me a curious look, and sighed.
"I'm being weird, aren't I?" she said, and I nodded.
She snickered a little.
"You know, without the fever messing with my head, I think it finally occurred to me as I was getting ready that I was picking out an outfit for my little brother to tear off of me and fuck my brains out."
I smirked as she giggled.
"Is this what you've always been like on the inside?" I asked.
"Meaning?"
"Foul mouthed," I answered, and she giggled, nodding unapologetically.
"Yeah. I've been dropping innuendos on you all my life hoping you'd call me on it," she admitted, and I tilted my head in confusion.
How did I never pick that up?
"All your life? Are you serious about that part?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"Maybe. I dunno."
I studied her, waiting for her to continue.
"I mean... I always liked being around you... and I always wanted to be around you."
"And the wanting sex part?"
"Well, isn't sex what you do with that special person you always wanna be with? Seemed a natural progression of my feelings, if you ask me."
She shrugged, and I chuckled, as she took another forkful of food into her mouth.
"When did the feelings start then? I mean, the serious feelings."
She thought about it as she chewed, then swallowed.
"I dunno... there wasn't any one thing. I mean, I liked your hugs. I liked talking to you... spending time with you. I guess it was like a whole bunch of little things that just sort of added up to this?"
I rubbed my chin, smiling.
"So, when did you start getting wet over it?" I asked, and she coughed, choking on some food and almost spitting out some wine.
"Jesus, kill me with a dick in my throat if you're gonna do that," she said, and I chuckled, as she continued. "Honestly? Ever since you left home. Every time you touched me it'd be like a flood down there."
She shot me a dirty look, and I felt her toes reach out to my leg, and begin probing provocatively.
She held a glass of wine in her hand, and she relaxed in her chair, seemingly full and quite satisfied... at least, with respect to food.
As her probing foot eventually made its way up my leg and to my inner thigh, I caught the straying limb in my hand and gave it a playful smack, before massaging it sensuously.
"Mm, that's nice," she cooed.
We decided to take the foot rub to the couch, and I rolled up my shirt sleeves, much to her delight.
"Showing some skin; finally," she cheered, and I snickered at her.
Steffi never did anything halfway, did she, I thought.
It was always all or nothing... no wonder she was so committed to this.
Or, maybe that's just how much this meant to her?
"Do you still feel nervous?" I asked, and she shook her head.
"Nah. I'm just patiently waiting like a good big sister for you to tear my clothes off and defile me like a common whore."
"Like a good sister?" I teased.
She pointed at me with her 'finger gun', and clicked her tongue as she fired.
"Like every good sister should," she affirmed, and I smiled.
I stood up, and her eyes lit up.
"Oh, ready for the main course, are we?" she asked, and as I nodded, her eyes lit up. "Finally. Help me get out of this, will ya?"
I stopped her as she tried to start undressing, and she eyed me cautiously, as I went down on one knee, and placed a tentative kiss on her left leg, all while keeping my eyes locked onto her gaze.
"Are you wearing underwear?" I asked, and she snickered.
"Good big sisters don't wear underwear when begging to be fucked," she answered, and I smiled.
I positioned her right leg up onto the sofa as I kissed along her inner thigh, and she crooned happily as my kisses moved closer towards her sacred entrance.
I reached up, and slid a hand along the back of her leg, slipping her pink dress off of her ass, and grasping the meaty cheek firmly in my hand.
"Mmh. That's one fantasy off the checklist," she noted, as she continued to study me with interest.
The pores along my neck fluttered as I inhaled deeply of her scent, and I reveled in the sensation as I planted a tentative kiss on her cleanly shaven mound.
"That's the stuff," she crooned, grasping my head and ruffling my hair affectionately.
She was dripping wet, and as I licked her juices, I was pleasantly surprised by just how good she tasted.
I was certainly no stranger to giving a woman oral, but I could never recall becoming so enamored to the taste of a woman's juices.
Just like her scent, it was strong, womanly, and it invoked in me a strong desire to make her scream my name in ecstasy.
I lapped up her juiced, sucking them into my mouth as I tongued her slit, occasionally burying my tongue into her hole itself, or flicking the little nub of her clit, and she voiced her approval in a constant stream of moans.
"Milo. I need a fucking right now," she finally panted, and I snickered at the urgency in her demand.
She took my hand and pulled me to her bedroom, and as she climbed onto the bed, she undid the tie at her neck, letting her dress down and freeing her breasts from of their confines.
I quickly undressed as she climbed onto all fours, and she looked back at me, an incredibly desiring look in her eyes that told me she didn't want to be kept waiting.
I climbed onto the bed behind her, admiring the view of her bared sex, glistening wet, and clearly aroused and ready to receive me, and as I positioned my cock to enter her, she bit her lip, and arched her back in anticipation.
"Mmmh, yes," she crooned, as I slowly slid inside.
Her toes curled, and her entire body shuddered as the feeling momentarily overwhelmed her senses.
"I pity the big sisters who never experience that feeling," she said, and I smirked.
"I think I'm starting to get on board with your concept of an older sister's responsibilities," I teased, as I admired the magnificent sight of my cock, partially ensconced within the heavenly embrace of the most stunning creature that ever existed.
I withdrew my length to the cusp of her entrance, and marveled at the sight of it disappearing slowly into her midst, as the sensation of her inner walls wrapping about me, coaxing me further in, exhilarated me.
I bottomed out inside of her, before reaching out and grasping the succulent globes that hung off her chest, and she leaned back, twisting as she did, to kiss my lips as I massaged the fatty breast in my hand.
We kissed for a bit, both enjoying the simple feel of being joined in that carnal embrace, until slowly, I began moving again.
She moaned into my mouth, biting my bottom lip as she broke away finally, and braced herself with her hands, repositioning herself to receive me.
I moved slowly, but firmly, until eventually the sound of skin slapping against skin eventually pierced the air as the intensity of my thrusts picked up, and little whimpers came from Stephanie's lips with each penetration into her deepest place.
"There's... that good... dick," she moaned. "Give me... that good... fucking. That every... big sister... deserves."
She pressed her face low into the mattress, and arched her back to allow me to really lean into her, and she bit down on a finger to stop her moans from escalating into screams.
I pounded her roughly for a bit, but every time I felt myself approaching the point of no return, I cooled the intensity a bit, prolonging the experience for as long as I was able.
Steffi enjoyed every second of it, but as she began to close in on a climax, she quickly demanded a proper, steady fucking.
"Really give to me, baby," she crooned, but as I got a proper rhythm going, I could sense that my own climax was not that far off.
"Not sure I can hold on," I warned, and she shook her head.
"Its fine. Unload inside of me," she said, and I obeyed, thrusting into her even as my pleasure ascended to a crescendo.
"Fuck... baby. Keep it...up. Just...like, that! Ahnn!"
She cried out, her toes curling, and her whole body going rigid as she came, and as her insides tightened around my pole, I began to shoot my load deep inside of her.
"Fuck... Steffi. I'm cumming," I said, and she crooned delightfully, flexing her hips and coaxing my seed out of my stem and into her depths.
She collapsed onto the bed, an expression of unbridled satisfaction on her face, and I plopped down beside her.
"Now that's how a little brother should take care of his big sis," she remarked, and I snickered at the comment.
"I'm still not sure if you're crazy, or onto something here."
She shrugged.
"The real question is, are you ready to go again?" she asked, and I shook my head disapprovingly.
"You don't look like you could even get out of that dress right now," I chided, and she frowned.
She sat up and struggled for a bit, before shooting me a look that said 'help me, dumbass', so I helped her out of the dress, but as she collapsed, naked on the bed, her eyes seemed to acknowledge defeat.
"Fine. But you owe me an all-night fuck fest," she reasoned, and I nodded in agreement to appease her.
pulled the covers over us as I pulled her in for a hug, but as we spooned, my stirring member brushed against her naked sex, and she crooned affectionately.
"Put it in," she moaned, and I slapped her butt playfully.
"Behave. You can have more sex when you properly recover," I replied, and she frowned.
"You don't have to fuck me... just, put it in me."
"And what? We'll just cuddle?"
She nodded, grinding her rear against me, and against my better judgement, I reached down, and positioned my cock towards her butt.
She moved against it a bit, before reaching down, between her legs, and I let out a pleasurable moan as I slowly sank inside of her.
"Mm," she moaned, taking my hand, and pulling me in tight.
I held her, and as she squirmed a little, I saw the wisdom in her suggestion as the pleasurable sensation swept over me.
"This is nice," she said. "All siblings should cuddle like this."
I chuckled, as I pulled her close, and nuzzled affectionately into her neck, planting a kiss on the sensitive spot behind her ear.
"Mm. Night night, Milly," she crooned, and I studied her with some amusement as she got comfortable in my arms, and soon enough, little puffs of air came from her lips as she quickly dozed away.
I rested my head against my hand, as I pulled her tight, and traced a little pattern on her forearm, but as I shifted a little, moving subtly inside of her, she let out a little groan, and I slipped from inside of her as easily as I could manage.
I felt warm and comforted, lying with her like that, and as I drifted off, my sleep this time was perfect and dreamless.
*Ring*
*Ring*
I woke up to the ringing of my phone, and I groaned as I looked at the number, then quickly answered.
"Emiliano? How is Steffi?"
"She's fine, mama," I answered, trying to force the sleepiness from my voice.
"Are you just waking up? How can you take care of your sister if you sleep all day?"
As my mom spoke, something began to move under the covers, and I let out a little gasp, as my fears were immediately realized, and something warm wrapped itself around my slightly erect cock.
"Steffi is fine, Mama."
"Was it really the virus?" she asked.
"Mm. Yeah, it was. But she's mostly recovered," I answered, trying to stifle a moan, as the suckling thing seemed intent on swallowing my meat in its entirety.
"Did you catch it too?"
"Yes, but not badly," I answered.
"Alright, son. Well make sure and take care of Steffi; and wake your ass up! What if she needs you and you're lazing around sleeping all morning," my mom scolded, and I chuckled.
"She knows how to get me up when she needs something, mama," I answered, as I peeked under the covers at the little vixen that was sucking wantonly on my cock. "And you can relax. I'm taking care of her just fine."
Steffi winked at me as I said this, and I rolled my eyes at her in response.
"Okay. Well are you heading home soon, then?"
"No mama. I think we might have to 'self-quarantine' for a little bit longer," I answered, and Steffi smiled happily.
"Whatever you think is best son. Love you."
"Love you too, mama," I answered, letting out a long moan as I finally ended the call.
"Send mama my love," Steffi remarked provocatively, and I sighed.
"Send it yourself, you naughty minx," I answered, pulling her up towards me.
"So, we're still self-quarantining? For how long?" She asked, teasingly.
"For as long as you need me," I answered, and she climbed on top of me, smiling wickedly.
"So... forever, then?" she said, putting a finger to her mouth in an expression of mock thoughtfulness, and I smiled, shrugging.
"I guess," I replied, and she folded her arms crossly at my show of seeming indifference.
I smirked, pulling her towards me for a kiss, and as we broke apart, she had that sparkly look in her eyes again, and I took a moment to take in that expression in all its glory.
Steffi was a force to be reckoned with, and I could tell that she was as serious about 'forever'; but it was fine.
I was in for the long haul.
And if I knew my sister?
It would be one hell of a ride.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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