Saturday. The sun blazed through the windows like it was showing off. And there she was—Karen, sprawled across the living room floor like she owned the place.
Grey yoga pants, a cropped tank top, bare feet flexing against the mat.
“Seriously?” I stood in the doorway, clutching my bowl of cereal. “Right in front of the TV again?”
She didn’t even glance up. Just sank deeper into a lunge, hips low, back arched. “Where else am I supposed to go? The roof?”
“A heads-up would be nice.”
Karen smirked, tossing her ponytail as she looked over her shoulder. “What, scared of a little spandex?”
I tried not to stare. I really did. But those pants left nothing to the imagination—every curve, every shift of muscle, even the faint outline of her—
Nope.
I forced my eyes away as she rolled into downward dog, slow and deliberate.
My grip tightened on the cereal bowl.
The way the fabric clung to her thighs, the way the sunlight caught every movement—it was impossible to ignore.
“Lee,” she sang, voice dripping with amusement. “You still breathing over there?”
I blinked. “Just… getting cereal.”
“Mhmm. Sure you are, perv.”
I ducked into the kitchen, face burning.
Mom was already there, wrapped in a silk robe, sipping tea like some kind of effortless goddess. The neckline of her camisole dipped just enough to make me look away.
Since when did I notice stuff like that?
“You two at it again?” she asked, not glancing up.
“She’s doing yoga,” I muttered. “Right in the middle of everything. Like it’s a damn performance.”
Mom stirred her tea, unfazed. “She’s staying active. Better than rotting on the couch.”
“In skin-tight pants.”
She chuckled. “You should try moving too. Might help with that tension.”
“I’m not tense,” I lied, avoiding her gaze.
She turned, leaning against the counter. The robe slipped slightly, revealing a sliver of thigh before I jerked my eyes away.
“You’re wound up,” she said. “Pacing like a caged animal.”
“Maybe I’m just sick of being stuck here.”
“Maybe,” she mused, taking a slow sip, “you’re just sick of being around women you can’t ignore.”
I stiffened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She didn’t answer. Just smiled—small, knowing—and walked past me to the fridge.
Karen strolled in a second later, still glowing from her workout. “If you’re done judging my stretching, you could join me sometime.”
I glanced at her. Mistake.
She leaned against the counter, towel draped over her neck, tank top clinging to her skin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
“All that pent-up energy?” she teased. “You’re gonna explode.”
“I’m fine,” I snapped, way too fast.
“Mm-hmm.”
Mom raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”
The air thickened.
They both watched me—not mocking, not even teasing. Just… seeing me. Like they knew something I didn’t want to admit.
I cleared my throat. “I’m going to my room.”
“Try not to trip over your own tension,” Karen called after me.
Mom just sipped her tea, voice low. “We’re not trying to drive you crazy, Lee.”
But they were.
And later that night, after a few too many drinks, things only got worse.
The house was too quiet.
Outside, the world was still locked down, frozen in place. Inside, the lights were dim, Mom’s jazz playlist humming from the speakers—mellow, but with an undercurrent of something restless.
I walked into the kitchen and found her at the table, one leg tucked under her, a glass of wine in hand.
“You emerged,” she said, not looking up.
“Needed water,” I lied, reaching for a glass. “And maybe something stronger.”
She nudged the open bottle toward me. “Help yourself.”
I poured a glass and sat across from her. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft clink of glass against wood.
Then Karen padded in, hair damp from a shower, an oversized t-shirt slipping off one shoulder.
“Oh,” she said, grinning. “Party time?”
“More like a pity party,” Mom replied.
Karen poured herself a drink and flopped into a chair, her knee brushing mine. “Cheers to that.”
We drank.
The wine loosened things—laughter came easier, shoulders relaxed. But the tension didn’t fade. If anything, it grew.
Mom’s gaze lingered on me a second too long. Karen’s foot nudged mine under the table, playful but deliberate.
“You know,” Karen mused, swirling her wine, “it’s been, what… seven weeks in this house?”
“Too long,” I muttered.
She tilted her head. “I haven’t been touched in months. It does things to a person.”
“Karen,” I groaned.
She laughed. “Relax. I’m just saying—being stuck with people you’re close to but not that close? It creates… tension.”
Mom sipped her wine. “A certain kind of hunger.”
My pulse jumped.
They weren’t wrong. The unspoken thing between us—the thing we’d all been ignoring—was finally out in the open.
I drained my glass.
“You’re quiet,” Mom murmured.
“I don’t know what to say.”
Karen leaned in, eyes gleaming. “Are we making you uncomfortable?”
“A little,” I admitted. “You’re acting like this is normal.”
Mom arched a brow. “And what’s this?”
“The teasing. The… I don’t know. It’s like you want me to lose it.”
Karen smirked. “Maybe we do.”
The air turned heavy.
Mom’s fingers traced the rim of her glass. Karen’s playful grin faded into something unreadable.
“We’re all tired,” Mom said softly. “Tired of pretending.”
Karen nodded. “It’s not just you, Lee. You think you’re the only one struggling?”
I looked between them—the way Mom’s robe slipped, the way Karen’s shirt rode up when she stretched.
“No,” I said. “But I am the only one trying not to say anything.”
Mom met my eyes, steady. “We see you. We’re just trying not to make it worse.”
Karen exhaled, stretching her arms over her head. “Or maybe we should stop pretending.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
I stood abruptly. “I’m going to bed.”
Mom’s voice stopped me. “We’re not trying to mess with you, Lee.”
Karen added, quieter, “But we’re not blind, either.”
I clenched my jaw. “I just miss Ella. I have needs, and you two aren’t making this easy.”
Mom’s eyes widened slightly. She set her wine down carefully. “Ella’s not here. And we’re all… dealing with that.”
Karen leaned forward. “Yeah. You’re not the only one with needs, Lee.”
I let out a sharp breath. “I’m going to bed.”
I was in my bed staring at the celling just in my boxers, this is killing me, I need… some action. Then there was a knock on my bedroom door.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, boxers clinging to my hips. The air was too warm. The house too quiet. Every creak of the floorboards, every hum of the fridge felt amplified.
This is killing me.
I needed… something. Anything. A distraction. A release. My hand drifted downward—
Knock.
I froze.
A soft rap at my door. Not Mom’s firm tap. Not Karen’s impatient rat-a-tat. Something hesitant.
“Lee?” Karen’s voice, quieter than usual. “You awake?”
I yanked my hand back like I’d been burned. “Uh—yeah. What’s up?”
The door cracked open. A sliver of hallway light cut across the floor. Karen hovered in the threshold, backlit, her oversized shirt now tied at the waist, showing more thigh than before.
“Can’t sleep,” she said, leaning against the frame. “Figured you couldn’t either.”
I sat up, sheets pooling at my waist. “Why’s that?”
She smirked but didn’t answer. Just stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
My pulse kicked up.
The room felt smaller with her in it. The scent of her shampoo—something coconutty—mixed with the faint tang of wine. She didn’t sit. Just paced to the foot of my bed, arms crossed, studying me like I was a puzzle she was trying to solve.
“You were thinking about her,” she said finally. “Ella.”
It wasn’t a question.
I exhaled through my nose. “Yeah. And other things.”
“Other things,” she repeated, voice dropping. Her eyes flicked to my waist, then back up. “Like how Mom’s robe kept slipping at dinner?”
Heat flooded my face. “Karen—”
“Or how my pants looked this morning?” She took a step closer. “Admit it. You stared.”
I clenched the sheets. “You wanted me to.”
She didn’t deny it. Just tilted her head, ponytail sliding over one shoulder. “And if I did?”
The air between us crackled.
Another knock.
We both flinched.
“Lee?” Mom’s voice, muffled through the wood. “You still up?”
Karen’s eyes widened. For half a second, panic flashed across her face. Then—
“Hide,” I hissed as she quickly got into my bed with me and hid under the covers.
“Still awake?” she asked, stepping inside before I could answer.
I sat rigid against the headboard, one arm casually draped over the suspicious lump beside me. “Just… thinking.”
Mom’s gaze drifted to the empty wine glass on my nightstand, then to the way my free hand gripped the sheets too tightly. “Thinking hard, apparently.” She perched on the edge of my bed, making the mattress dip. “About our conversation earlier?”
Under the covers, Karen shifted slightly. Her bare knee brushed my thigh. Her head near my bulge as I gasped.
“You sure you ok honey,” mom said folding her arms which made her cleavage push upwards.
“Yes… yes why?” I asked I just wanted her to go but it was like she was wanting something.
“Listen… ermm… don’t tell your sister but…” she stopped what was she wanting.
The sheets barely settled when the door opened. Mom stood in the doorway, her robe tied securely at the waist.
“Still awake?” she asked, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. The hallway light backlit her silhouette through the thin silk robe.
“Yeah, just… thinking,” I said, voice cracking. My arm rested awkwardly over the human-shaped lump beside me.
Mom’s gaze swept the room – the hastily straightened sheets, my rigid posture, the empty wine glass on the nightstand. Her eyebrow arched. “Thinking hard, I see.”
Under the covers, Karen shifted. Her knee brushed against my thigh.
Mom perched on the edge of the bed, making the mattress dip. “About our conversation earlier?” she asked, too casually.
“Y-yeah,” I stammered. Karen’s foot pressed against my calf in warning.
Mom sighed, rubbing her temples. “This lockdown…” She trailed off, then suddenly leaned closer. “You know if you need to talk—”
The covers twitched. Mom froze.
For three heartbeats, no one moved.
Then Mom stood abruptly. “I should go.” Her voice sounded strange. “If you need anything… I’ll be in my room.” She hesitated at the door. “Goodnight, Lee.”
The door clicked shut.
Karen exploded from the covers, gasping for air. “Oh my god,” she wheezed, hair sticking up in all directions. “That was—”
“Terrifying?” I supplied, heart still pounding.
She flopped onto her back. “I thought we were dead.”
We lay there in stunned silence, listening to Mom’s retreating footsteps. The house settled around us, the old pipes groaning like the whole building was sighing in relief.
“This is messed up,” I finally said.
Karen turned her head to look at me. “Which part? The almost getting caught? Or the fact that we’re all acting so…”
“Desperate?” I offered.
She made a face. “I was going to say ‘stir crazy.’ But yeah.” Sitting up, she hugged her knees. “We should probably establish some ground rules.”
“Like?”
“No more midnight visits,” she said firmly. “No more ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunctions during yoga. And for god’s sake, no more wine-fueled heart-to-hearts with Mom.”
I groaned. “She knew you were here.”
Karen stilled. “You think?”
“The way she looked at the bed?” I shook my head. “She definitely knew.”
We sat in silence, the weight of the realization pressing down. Outside, a car alarm wailed in the distance – the only reminder that there was still a world beyond our locked-down house.
Karen slid off the bed. “I should go.”
“Don’t go,” I blurted out, immediately regretting it as Karen froze mid-step.
She turned slowly, eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?”
I rubbed my face, suddenly exhausted. “Not like… that. Just…” My hands flopped uselessly. “This lockdown’s messing with all our heads. Maybe we should actually talk instead of whatever weird game we’ve been playing all day.”
Karen hovered by the door, arms crossed. The oversized shirt slipped off one shoulder again, but this time she absently tugged it back up. “What’s there to talk about? You’re pent up, I’m bored, Mom’s…” She waved a hand. “Mom.”
I patted inside of the bed, “come on Karen. Oh and turn the light off.”
Karen hesitated, then flicked off the light. The room plunged into darkness, the only illumination the faint glow from the hallway under the door. She climbed back onto the bed, leaving a careful foot of space between us. The mattress dipped under her weight.
“So,” she said, pulling her knees up to her chest. “Talk.”
I rolled onto my side to face her, though in the dark I could only make out the outline of her silhouette. “This isn’t like us,” I started. “The tension today… the way we’ve all been acting…”
Karen let out a quiet laugh. “Seven weeks locked in this house with nothing to do? It’s making us all a little crazy.”
“But it’s more than that.” I ran a hand through my hair. “The way you were doing yoga this morning—”
“Was completely normal,” she interrupted. “You’re the one who couldn’t stop staring.”
I groaned. “Because you were right in front of the TV in skin-tight—”
“Lee,” Karen said sharply, then lowered her voice. “We’re adults. We can acknowledge that sometimes people notice things without making it weird.”
The silence stretched between us, filled only by the hum of the air conditioning kicking on.
“You miss Ella,” Karen finally said, her voice softer now.
“Yeah.” The admission came out rough. “A lot.”
Karen shifted, the sheets rustling. “And Mom and I… we’re just here. Available. It’s confusing.”
I let out a long breath. “That’s one way to put it.”
Another pause. Then Karen surprised me by reaching out and squeezing my hand. “We’re family. This lockdown is messing with everyone’s heads, but we’ll get through it.”
Her hand was warm, familiar. For the first time all day, the tension in my chest eased. “Thanks, Karen.”
She gave my hand one last squeeze before letting go. “Now can we please stop being weird tomorrow?”
“I’ll try,” I said. “But maybe do your yoga in your room?”
Karen snorted and shoved my shoulder. “Deal. Now scoot over, I’m staying here tonight.”
“What? No way—”
“Relax,” she said, already pulling the blanket up. “Like when we were kids and you had nightmares. Just sleeping.”
“I so wish you wasn’t my sister right now, so badly.” I chuckled.
Karen froze mid-movement, the blanket clutched in her hands. The air between us thickened instantly.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. Then, slowly, she turned her head toward me in the dark.
“… What did you just say?”
My pulse roared in my ears. Shit. That had slipped out—too honest, too raw. But the wine, the tension, the way her thigh had brushed against mine under the covers…
I swallowed hard. “Forget it. I didn’t—”
“No.” Her voice was low, dangerous. “Say it again.”
The challenge in her tone sent a jolt through me. I could lie. I should lie. But the words tumbled out anyway.
“I said I wish you weren’t my sister right now.”
A beat of silence. Then the mattress shifted as Karen rolled onto her side, facing me fully. Even in the dark, I could feel the intensity of her gaze.
“… Why?“
My jaw clenched. She was pushing. She knew why. But if she wanted me to say it—
“Because then I wouldn’t feel like a goddamn monster for noticing how good you look in those yoga pants.” The words came out rough, edged with frustration. “Because I wouldn’t be lying here aching just from you breathing too close to me. Because—”
Karen moved faster than I expected. One second she was beside me; the next, she’d swung a leg over my hips, straddling me, her hands pressing my shoulders into the mattress.
My breath caught.
“Lee,” she whispered, leaning down until her lips brushed my ear. “You are a monster.”
A shiver tore through me.
“And so am I.”
Then her mouth crashed onto mine.
It wasn’t gentle. It was heat and teeth and desperation, her fingers tangling in my hair as she kissed me like she’d been starving for it. My hands flew to her hips, gripping hard, pulling her tighter against me.
Some distant part of my brain screamed that this was wrong, that we’d crossed a line we could never uncross—
But then Karen rocked against me, and every coherent thought shattered.
We heard mom shout from her room, “I am not stupid, I know what you are doing. Karen when your finished with him send him to me.”
“Ok mom,” Karen shouted and then shifted and threw something out of bed.
“What did you just threw,” I asked confused.
“My knickers, can’t do anything with them on dummy,” she reached under her and pulled my boxers down. My cock was aching and throbbing and needing pussy. “Mmm I am going to ride you, I think mom’s gagging for cock too. So I hope you got two rounds in you.”
I gasped as Karen’s warm hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft, guiding it to her entrance. She hovered above me, her breath hot on my neck.
“Ready?” she whispered, her voice laced with excitement and a hint of mischief. Without waiting for an answer, she slowly lowered herself onto me, inch by inch, until I was fully sheathed inside her.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her head falling back as she adjusted to my size. “You feel even bigger than I imagined.” She began to move, lifting herself up and down, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, her tight warmth enveloping me completely.
I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I matched her movements, thrusting upwards to meet her downward motion. The bed creaked softly beneath us, the sound mixing with our laboured breaths and quiet moans. Karen leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. “Ahh your cock feels so fucking good.”
“Mmm, I’m glad you like it,” I gasped, my hands roaming over her back, feeling the sweat slick skin beneath my fingertips. “But you haven’t seen anything yet.” With a sudden burst of strength, I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me.
“Hold on, sis. I’m about to give you the ride of your life.” I began to move, my hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The bed shook violently, the headboard slamming against the wall in a staccato beat. Karen’s nails raked down my back, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me even closer.
“Oh god, Lee!” she cried out, her voice muffled against my shoulder. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” I could feel her tightening around me, her body tensing as she approached the edge.
I tried to last long but couldn’t its been over 7 weeks since I have had pussy.
“Oh fuck, Karen,” I groaned, my movements becoming erratic as I felt my own release building. “I’m gonna come.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck, biting down gently as I spilled myself inside her, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.
She eventually climbed off of me as my cock fell out of her and slapped limp onto my thigh. She took awhile to get her breath back, “go on Lee, go see to mom.”
I hesitated, suddenly unsure. The haze of lust was fading, replaced by a cold dose of reality. What had we just done? And now Mom was expecting me to… what, exactly? Repeat the performance?
Karen must have seen the doubt on my face. She reached out, tracing a finger along my jaw.”Go on,” she urged softly.”She’s waiting.”
I swallowed hard and nodded, swinging my legs out of bed. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on, not bothering with underwear. My heart pounded as I crept down the hallway, the house eerily quiet. Mom’s door was ajar. I paused, hand hovering over the wood. Was I really doing this? Was this actually happening?
“Lee?” Mom’s voice drifted out, low and inviting. “Come in, sweetheart.” I pushed the door open, stepping into the dim room. The curtains were drawn, the only light coming from a bedside lamp. Her knickers were on the floor wait… she was in bed naked. I instantly got hard… again and mom saw it raging in my boxers.
Mom’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of me, her gaze lingering on the prominent bulge in my sweatpants. She sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist, revealing her bare breasts. “Well,” she said, her voice husky. “Looks like Karen took good care of you.” I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Yeah,” I managed to choke out. “She did.”
Mom patted the bed beside her. “Come here, sweetheart. Let me take care of you too.” I hesitated, but the sight of her naked body, the invitation in her eyes, was too much to resist. I crossed the room in a few quick strides, climbing onto the bed I instantly got between her legs.
I down beneath us, her pussy was hairy, “Mmm you don’t shave down there.”
Mom smiled, running a hand through my hair. “Not much point when I’ve been stuck at home. But I see you like it natural.”
I pulled my boxers down enough for my cock to be free.
Mom’s eyes widened as my hard cock sprung free, bobbing heavily between my legs. She licked her lips, her gaze hungry. “Well, well,” she murmured, reaching out to wrap a hand around my shaft. “Looks like someone’s ready for round two.”
“Too fucking right I am,” I pressed my dick to her hairy pussy lips and slid in slowly.
Mom gasped as I slid my hard cock into her hairy pussy, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Oh god, Lee,” she breathed, her legs wrapping around my waist. “You’re so big.” She rocked her hips, taking me deeper, her walls gripping me tightly.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck me slow.” I began to move, my hips rolling in a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me further into her warmth. The bed creaked softly beneath us, the sound mixing with our quiet moans and the wet slap of skin on skin.
Mom’s nails raked down my back, her legs tightening around me, urging me on. “Harder,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.
Mom’s hands gripped my ass, pulling me deeper with each thrust. “That’s it, baby,” she panted. “Give it to me. I’ve been waiting so long for this.” Her hips lifted to meet mine, our bodies slapping together in a frenzied rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking – the creaking of the bed, the wet suction of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, our gasps and moans intertwining.
My pubic bone grinding against hers as my cock slid in and out. I reached down to her tits and sucked on one as I continued to fuck her wet pussy. I started getting faster my balls swinging and slapping against her as I fucked her cunt harder.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted hard, I couldn’t believe lockdown as brought us to this, a loving family. Into fucking each other.
“D-Don’t be… so… ahhh… gentle baby,” as she said that I got rougher and harder.
“Oh fuck, Lee!” Mom cried out, her nails digging into my skin. “I’m gonna cum honey!” Her body tensed, her pussy clamping down around me like a vice as she reached her climax. I felt her juices gushing around my cock, soaking the sheets beneath us.
The sensation pushed me over the edge and I came hard, my hot seed spurting deep inside her. I kept spurting more spunk into my mom’s pussy hole. My body fell onto her and my head rests on her juicy tits.
Mom’s chest heaved beneath me, her heart pounding in time with mine. I lay there, buried deep inside her, as our breathing slowly returned to normal. The room was silent except for the soft creaking of the bed and the distant hum of the refrigerator.
Mom’s fingers trailed lazily up and down my back, her touch gentle and soothing. “That was…” she began, then paused, searching for the right word. “Unexpected.”
I lifted my head to look at her, a small smile playing at the corners of my mouth. “But good? Damn, the things lockdown can do to you.”