This was written to be a short, fun take on the current crisis gripping our world. Hopefully it helps lighten a few moods and give some pleasure in an otherwise shitty time of our lives.
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Edited by Tex Beethoven
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All sexually active characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years or older.
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"Oh my God, are you free bagging?" Vera demanded of her brother.
"I have to, I haven't got any clean underwear left!" Daniel replied indignantly. "It's not like I planned on being stuck in this fucking room forever."
"You're disgusting," Vera complained.
What are you two going on about now?" Carla demanded, emerging from the cruise ship cabin's tiny bathroom where she'd been changing. "Can't you just make allowances for each other? None of us wants to be stuck here, but we have no choice, so we have to make the most of it."
This was supposed to have been a special holiday. Daniel was finishing his University degree, and Vera was about to start hers. As a single Mum, a cruise had seemed to Carla like an extravagance beyond her capacity, but she'd managed to find a super-special bargain, and by settling for an interior cabin they all shared, she'd managed to swing it. Carla had accepted the fact that if she did get lucky on the cruise, she'd be visiting someone else's cabin.
Then that damned virus had broken out. Coronavirus, COVID-19, or whatever it was now known as. The entire ship had been locked down, and everyone had been confined to their cabins. After a week of living in each other's laps, things were strained. Vera and Daniel didn't seem able to spend an hour together without one of them saying something that rubbed the other the wrong way. And given they were spending 24 hours a day together, the two were constantly at odds. They'd tried card games and movies, but there was simply more time in the day than there were interests to occupy them. Even with the internet, they struggled. Having to share the tiny bathroom wasn't helping either. They had to take it in turns to do anything as simple as change, as well as shower, not to mention the toilet. You could hear anything that went on in there, which mostly led to loud music being played every time someone needed to use it.
"You know what he's doing in there, don't you?" Vera asked her mother when Daniel was in the bathroom for an extended period later that day.
"Using the bathroom, of course."
"He's masturbating," Vera stated.
"Vera!"
"It's true. God, I reckon he's whacking them out like five times a day."
"Vera, even if that were true, it's not appropriate to draw attention to it. Hell, it's not like people don't have needs, and at his age if he didn't, one of his testicles would probably explode."
"Eww, Mother!" Vera protested.
"Well you're the one that brought it up. I mean, can you honestly tell me you haven't rubbed one out in all the time we've been stuck in this room? And before you answer, remember we share a bed, and I don't always sleep as deeply as you think."
"Mother!" Vera declared, blushing and surrendering any innocence she might have claimed.
Further discussion was curtailed when the bathroom door opened, and Daniel appeared. Both women looked at him, and Daniel couldn't help but be aware of their attention, given they'd both stopped talking the very moment he rejoined them. Whether he noticed both of their gazes dropping to his crotch to take in his semi-erect cock hanging free inside his shorts, is unknown.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Feeling better?" Vera asked.
"Much better, thanks."
"I bet."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded indignantly.
"Well, given how long you were in there, it was either one massive shit, or ..."
"Or ...?" Daniel prompted, clearly puzzled.
"Your sister thinks you were wanking," Carla informed her son.
"What?! No!" Daniel protested.
"Don't be embarrassed, I explained to her we all have needs. She's done it too, she just likes to do it in bed when she thinks everyone is asleep!"
"Oh my God Mother, you're horrible!" Vera screamed.
"No kidding," Daniel agreed.
"Finally something you two agree on!" Carla laughed. "Now if you two prudes who wouldn't
ever
touch yourselves don't mind, I'm going to take a nice long shower and scratch my own itch."
"Ewwwwww!" Daniel and Clara declared together. She left them and headed into the bathroom.
"I can' t believe she said that," Daniel laughed.
"She's out of her mind. Clearly this whole quarantine thing is getting to her," Vera agreed.
"Have you really been masturbating while you sleep in that bed with Mom, though?" Daniel asked.
"Daniel! I'm not telling you that."
"You did then, or you'd have denied it," he laughed at her.
"Believe whatever you want," she replied. "How many times a day have you been doing it?"
"None of your business."
"Three? Four?" she pressed.
"You really want to know? The most is five, the least is two."
"Oh my god!" Vera laughed.
"Well it's not like there's another option, is there? It's so fucking boring in here, and like I can't help getting horny a lot. What am I supposed to do, ask you or Mum for a hand job? I can't see
that
going down too well in this room."
"Gross!" Vera declared, though she did glance at her brother's shorts and notice he'd hardened as they talked.
"Exactly." The statement seemed to kill off the conversation, until their mother re-entered the room from the bathroom, wearing one of the ship's bathrobes, and her hair wrapped in a towel.