Foreword
This story is a purely fictional narrative, all characters and places described are fictitious and not based on real facts. The story slowly approaches an erotic plot and is therefore more suitable for patient readers. I wish a lot of fun and a good read, moreover I am happy about ratings and criticism! Please tell me if you have any suggestions on how I can tell the story even better!
Prologue
Kitchen, 9:12 am
"Money's on the table, fridge is full!" I read on the note Dad had put on the kitchen counter.
If I said I was surprised at Dad's sudden departure, I'd be lying - Still, I wasn't particularly filled with joy at the storm-free house, because for all my youthful energy and rejection of parental authority, I would appreciate some attention from Dad now and then. I sympathized with him, sure. It had now been over a year since Mom's death and he still had to find his way in his new role as a single father, which he was rather moderately successful at.
It wasn't that he didn't love my sister Melanie and me, it was more the incompatibility of the duties as a family man and business consultant. He had made a career out of it, while Mom had watched his back. This also paid off for all of us, we lived in a spacious city villa, Melanie and I were both able to start university without any problems, and we were more than fine in other respects, too.
To keep this up, however, we had to accept that Dad was not only unplanned, but then sometimes also away on business trips for longer periods of time and we children, although we were already (almost) grown up, were then on our own.
Usually we used this time for parties at home, but in March 2020 everything was different.
Lockdown - Day 1
Mike's Bedroom, 8:34 am
Drowsy, I came to my senses when Melanie rudely woke me.
"Mike, look at this, they're canceling all the flights! How's Dad supposed to get home now?" she gasped frantically, holding her laptop in front of me.
It took me a few seconds to understand what she was showing me: In view of the pandemic, which seemed to be a manageable problem yesterday, the Chinese government had probably imposed a quarantine on Wuhan and also cancelled all flights to and from there. A serious fate for the local population, but also for our father - who had been traveling there for a week as a consultant and was now probably also affected by the quarantine.
We tried to reach him, which succeeded only in the evening and so our fears came true: He would have to stay there for at least another 4 weeks, on the one hand because his work was not yet done, on the other hand he pessimistically did not expect the situation on the ground to change soon.
A small consolation was that he told us where we could find his replacement credit card to provide us for the next weeks. The government had decided to impose restrictions on us as well, and we were no longer able to have fun parties with our friends.
We went shopping to stock up on emergency rations, even though, given the selection, they were rather inadequate for what our father would consider appropriate. I was annoyed on the way to the supermarket that nothing would come of our planned party, since I had already prepared the perfect plan to get Christina, a former classmate of mine, into bed. I had already had a crush on her during my school days, but at that time I was still too shy to approach women.
Here, my studies had made me grow up, or rather the freshman parties, where I had not only lost my innocence, but had also learned a lot. That's why Christina had immediately come to mind when it came to celebrating exuberantly after the first semester and the now begun semester break and in this course to finally get closer to her. The disappointment of not putting this plan into action for the time being was huge and Melanie obviously noticed my gloom.
"What's up bro, did you already get your first results?" she asked deliberately teasingly.
Just like me, she studied business administration at the same university, but already in the master's program. At 24, she was 5 years older than me and had already been an overachiever in her bachelor's degree.
"No, it's because of the party," I said dejectedly.
"Haven't you partied enough in the last few weeks?" Melanie reproached.
I left it at that, there was no point in losing myself in an endless discussion here, since I couldn't win it anyway. We reached the supermarket parking lot and gave ourselves in the market fully and completely to our (culinary) desires, after all the supply should be enough for a while.
The idea came to me to buy something for more private hours, because I did not want to remain completely without satisfaction.
But how could I spice up the handwork? Arrived in the drugstore department I walked through the aisles and finally stopped in front of the massage oil and body lotion. The choice finally fell on the oil and I already imagined in my head cinema how my penis would glide smoothly through my hands, as soon as I would have used the oil on him.
I was rudely pulled out of this thought experiment when Melanie stubbed me with the shopping cart and asked if I had packed everything from my list.
"What are you going to do with the massage oil, rub it on yourself?" she asked.
I countered with silence, which was for the best given her quick wit.
Kitchen, 1:43 pm
Back home, we unloaded the groceries and realized we were blowing up the pantry and even had to store some things in the kitchen. We prepared dinner and I hoped to spend the evening in front of the console in the living room, but Melanie thwarted my plans by already announcing a movie video call with her friends and claimed the living room for herself. That figures, I cursed to myself and retreated to my room.
"Should I try the oil right away today?" I asked myself.
