Stuck at home. COVID-19 has done that to all of us -- made us shut-ins not by choice.
Mom & Dad were on vacation on the other coast when the virus erupted and the shutdown orders came. That left just me and my sister in the house. I'm the older of us: my 23rd birthday was November 2019. Depending on which source you trust, it may have even been on the exact same day of the year that the virus first hit Wuhan, China.
My sister is almost three years younger than me. Her 21st birthday is coming up in July. Until COVID hit, I had promised to take her to a bar on that day so she could legally drink for the first time.
Why are we still living at home? Because we're rich -- Mom and Dad are, anyway -- and it's nice to live in a six-bedroom house with a hot tub and a swimming pool and where every bathroom has a Jacuzzi. Besides, Mom & Dad take so many vacations (pre-COVID, anyway) that my sister and I might as well be living here by ourselves. I tracked it and found that during calendar year 2019, Mom & Dad were present here for exactly 93 days.
I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I. Here you go. My name is Henry. I nominally work for one of Dad's companies, but due to COVID, the company is in a state of stasis. Once this pandemic passes, we'll hopefully resume business as usual. My parents insisted on me me staying in super shape, so I was on the track and swimming teams in high school. I still swim every day for an hour. I'm toned, lanky, and have short, straight brown hair.
My sister, Tammy, also works (as a receptionist) at one of our parents' companies -- or did, pre-COVID. Same deal with her: the company is in a holding pattern, and we hope once the pandemic passes to get back to normal. When they were home, my parents doted on Tammy: they didn't insist she stay in super shape, and she loves to eat. Not to mention that she's been stress-eating like crazy since the virus hit and we've been quarantined. That five-year supply of food in the giant pantries is gonna only last about two years the way she's going through it. Anyway, she's short, also has brown hair (hers is shoulder-length and wavy: my mom's hair is wavy and Tammy got those genes), and having packed on an additional 50 or so pounds in the past two months, she's become about as wide as she is tall. She does have a big bust. I overheard her on the phone complaining the other day that her DD-cup bras don't fit anymore because her chest has expanded. I hadn't really noticed -- what, you think I go around staring at my sister's tits all the time? -- but it was impossible NOT to notice that her ass had expanded.
She's been acting a bit off recently, too. I think the stress of all this is getting to her. Well. time for a swim.
[30 minutes later]
"Hello, Henry."
I didn't bother to look up. "Hi, Tammy."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Since when do you swim, sis?" My attention was still focused entirely on continuing my laps.
"You've seen me swim before. I'm not as good as it as you, but that doesn't mean I don't."
I grunted something and swam to the other end of the pool, turned, and came back towards her. My focus was shattered when I felt my sister's body crash down onto mine as she jumped in.
"OOOF! Watch it, sis!"
"Sorry, bro. I was trying to land next to you, not ON you."
"Apology accep..."
My voice trailed off. I had actually looked at Tammy. She was completely naked.
"Uh, sis? Where's your suit?"
"I don't have one that fits anymore."
I was tempted to make a smart-ass comment in reply. But I didn't see any reason to make my sister more upset. It's not like she didn't know what was happening to her body.
And come to think of it... her body as is, is pretty darn sexy. I've always preferred women with a few extra curves.
Why was I thinking that about my sister?
"Sorry to hear that."
With a quick gesture that caught me by surprise, she yanked off my swimsuit and tossed it onto the cement walkway surrounding the pool.
"Tammy, what the fuck?"
"It's not fair for you to have a suit when I'm naked. Now we're even."
I shrugged. The pool was private, so swimming naked wasn't a huge deal. I nudged my sister sideways to clear a path and began swimming towards the other end. Tammy moved over so there was about five feet of horizontal space between us and did the same, though not as fast. I did twenty laps in the amount of time it took her to do six.
We both took a breather at that point, resting at the edge of the pool. Tammy was breathing hard, but she wasn't gasping for air. I was impressed that in spite of her recent weight gain she was still able to swim a bit and not be exhausted.
She scooted close to me and grabbed my ass with her free hand. "You look really good, Henry."
I was caught so off guard by her sudden grope that I almost jumped out of the pool. After taking a few seconds to get over the shock, I calmed my brain enough to say, "You look good too, Tammy."
Her hand slid to my cock. "Then you won't mind showering with me."
My sister was definitely coming on to me. She had used a bludgeon rather than a rapier to let me know.
Ah, what the fuck. You only live once. Besides, maybe it would help calm her down. And... well, even though I hadn't been as blunt about it, I thought she was hot, too. In the end, that last reason is what decided me.
"I wouldn't in the least mind."
I popped out of the pool and collected my trunks. Tammy swam over to the side and climbed the ladder to get out. I chucked my trunks into the laundry basket as I passed it, then followed Tammy and her sexily jiggling, very fleshy ass to the shower in her bathroom.
We waited for the water to warm, then Tammy adjusted the temperature and we stepped in. Tammy didn't waste any time. She grabbed me and pulled my head downwards, tipping hers upwards so her lips could meet mine. We kissed, twining tongues.
That satisfied her long enough for us to actually rinse the chlorine off our bodies and wash our hair. Then Tammy insisted on "helping" me soap up. She rubbed the washcloth over my chest and took a little extra time soaping my cock and balls.