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.
Better not, otherwise I would spoil my anticipation. But I couldn't do without the photos from our graduation trip to Majorca, on which Christina could be seen in a breathtakingly sexy bikini.
Pathetic it may have been, after all, a little jerking off to these photos, but for whatever reason I found these photos hotter than any porn. Maybe because they stimulated the imagination, or maybe because I knew Christina.
No sooner had I called up the photos on the computer than my dick was already bulging up under my sweatpants and swelling to its full glory. I needed it today, all the bad news had not exactly done well and at least so I could sweeten the day a little.
So I put my right hand around my penis, started to rub it slowly, then faster and faster and imagined how I would have Christina on the beach in Mallorca all alone in front of me and took properly through.
It did not take long and I surrendered to the approaching orgasm, a single shot of sperm escaped my cock and I caught it at a pace. The feeling of satisfaction wasn't quite as strong as I had hoped, nor was the orgasm itself particularly intense, as evidenced in no small part by the bit of cum I had fabricated. "Fits the day," I mumbled to myself and made my way to the bathroom to dispose of the handkerchief in the toilet and get ready for bed.
Bathroom, 10:33 pm
I shared a floor with my sister in our L-shaped house upstairs, each of us had their room but we shared the bathroom. Lost in thought, I opened the door and was terribly startled to surprise Melanie, who was just stepping out of the shower and also flinched in shock.
"Sorry!" I mumbled and turned around straight as a die.
We usually locked the bathroom door to avoid just such occurrences. As much as the shame weighed on me to have just seen my sister like that, I found myself recalling the image I had just captured.
Her blonde hair had fallen back wet behind her ears, her big eyes had looked at me in shock, but even though she had immediately held her hands in front of her, I could make out her firm breasts, which measured more than a handful and with pink nipples must have been the most beautiful breasts I had seen so far - and counting all the porn, that was quite a few.
Her belly was flat and her abs stood out slightly to the right and left, I had noticed this last summer at the pool in the backyard. Not to see at that time was her pubic, here she had trimmed her hair a bit, which was actually not my taste (I favored clean-shaven), but to her it fit. Why? There I was not sure, was it purely aesthetic, or was it because she was my older sister and this gave her a sense of adult superiority to me?
I didn't get that far with my thoughts, because I could already feel my penis coming forward again and slowly swelling up again. I was ashamed of this reaction, but it was outweighed by lust. And what was the big deal about letting your thoughts run wild. Maybe I could direct my thoughts away from Melanie and back to Christina.
So I closed my bedroom door and got to work. My head cinema switched from Melanie in the bathroom to Christina on the beach, I imagined her in all poses, but as I approached climax with my hand already aching, the imagination switched back to Melanie and I pictured her in the shower, water running down her perfect body and soaping her breasts.
Before I could stop myself, my cum shot out in violent spurts and I forced a soft moan so Melanie wouldn't hear me, the orgasm out. Exhausted, I let myself sink onto my bed, rested for a short moment and tried to sort out my thoughts. Surely this had only been a one-time incident, who thought about their own sister while masturbating, I asked myself.
To get other thoughts, I opened the movie streaming app on my phone, went into the bathroom and got ready for bed, while a boring movie was playing in the background as usual.
Lockdown - Day 2
