Sisters in Quarantine

All characters are over the age of 18. The characters and events present are created from my own overactive imagination and any resemblance to anyone is accidental. This story features characters from my story 'Sisters at Christmas' and 'Sister's Christmas Present' but all works are standalone. This story was inspired by the 2020 COVID-19 pandemic and entered as part of Literotica's 'LOVE THE ONE(S) YOU'RE WITH' event.

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The few clouds that hung in the sky cast shadows over the land around the Dale household and provided the rolling hills with a patchwork of light and dark. The quarantine had come into effect for the Dale family some weeks ago. The family had self-isolated when they became concerned that they had been infected with the virus that was sweeping over the world. It had been a lucky escape for the family as the parents and two sisters experienced mild forms of the virus and then gradually recovered. They had each taken turns to catch, suffer, care, and recuperate but they were recovering into a world that was still disconnected. The Dale family had arrived on the other side of the danger isolated, but otherwise healthy.

They lived in a rural area so they were used to a certain separation from people yet with all of them bar the youngest sister commuting to the city to work, shop, and visit friends and family, the disconnect was still extreme. Still, they counted their blessings that they had all experienced varying degrees of continuity with earnings. Their employers furloughing them and continuing to pay a majority of their expected income. They were also all grateful it had come at a time after Ivy had graduated. Having their youngest away from home in a far off city would have devastated the close knit family, especially Holly, the elder of the pair.

The two sisters had always been close and that bond had only grown greater in the more recent years. Holly seemed to have missed her sister immensely. Mr and Mrs Dale noted many times that the sisters seemed to be closer than ever and taking every opportunity to spend time together and make up for lost time.

Shopping together, taking trips together, hanging out in each other's rooms. The pair were almost inseparable, even before the lockdown had limited access to alternative company. Ivy had even managed to encourage Holly to join her in her newfound appreciation for the gym, much to the exhaustion, but athletic betterment of the elder sibling. In general, university seemed to have suited Ivy and granted her an independence she had previously lacked. Her cooking had certainly improved and she now relished in the opportunity to cook for the family.

The Dale family often joked about how Holly's present from the previous Christmas, a detailed but decidedly "accessible" cookbook, had been the impetus for Ivy trying a lot harder to improve her skills. Ivy in return joked that she was simply happy to feed her adoring and supportive sister, as long as she continued to eat what she presented for her. Indeed, Holly herself helped out Ivy in the kitchen and Mr and Mrs Dale were exceedingly grateful that they had to cook fewer nights of the week, even if that meant to adhering to Ivy's policy of never entering the kitchen while the two were cooking.

Near paralysed by shyness about her skills and worrying about it ending in disaster, she preferred for only Holly to see her cooking progress. It was her way of alleviating the fear of judgement. The necessity of this became apparent during the early stages of their cooking together when it was discovered that they had tried and failed to hide certain cooking catastrophes. The fact that they had been forced to restart several meals because of accidentally burning them due to negligence, was highly embarrassing to Ivy. To their credit, they had improved that part of cooking and now managed to not get distracted in the kitchen, at least not to the detriment of the meal.

The family was more than content with this new arrangement and the ever-increasing closeness of the two girls. Mrs Dale had always been secretly worried, although she would never tell the girls, that the two of them would have a falling out and never reconnect like what had occurred with her sister. But with their bond stronger than ever, even when tensions were high and all the family was trapped together, her fears about her daughters were availed.

Seeing them rush out of their bedroom that morning to devour the cooked breakfast their father had made, their happy flushed faces, dishevelled but colourful pyjamas and messy but somehow naturally beautiful bed hair, Mrs Dale couldn't be happier. They laughed, joked, and teased while eating dinner and when they rushed upstairs giggling after they'd finished, Mrs Dale was proud of just how close her children had become.

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Ivy and Holly rushed upstairs after the hearty breakfast to take a shower, as they both knew they needed one. Holly was amazed they had managed to get away without any questions, considering how they looked. As they raced up the stairs, the number of buttons that were undone on her own silky pyjama top let the cool rush of air form goosebumps on her chest. Her lower half was hidden by matching silky bottoms, but the effect of their morning fun had caused the fabric to cling to her skin.

Looking over at her sister, she was as always surprised that wearing only a spaghetti strap crop top and boy shorts was somehow an outfit their parents accepted. The younger sibling had definitely lived a life of fewer limitations and a more relaxed parentage.

The battles in which their parents had fought tooth and claw over with Holly, they had relinquished without any struggle with Ivy. Holly nearly laughed as she thought about it, who was she to judge her parents, considering how many times Holly had been unable to resist her sister and had given Ivy whatever she wanted? Even still, relaxed is one thing, but she was amazed they had not seen the deep, dark blue hue that the crotch of Ivy's pale blue boy shorts had taken. Looking at that mark, Holly couldn't help but grin. Giving someone exactly what they wanted, had a certain power of its own.

Ivy's top was off before they had even entered their bedroom and it soon disappeared into the ever-growing clothes pile that occupied the space next to her bed. Changing direction, Ivy grasped her sister's hand and pulled them both onto Holly's bed, where she pushed the elder sibling's head towards her now exposed chest. Holly dove in eagerly, carrying on from where they had been interrupted. Ivy's nipples had remained swollen and stimulated throughout breakfast thanks to the servicing she had been given before and she languished on the bed as her older sister stroked her sides and alternated from one nipple to the next.

Holly nibbled slightly on her right nipple before Ivy locked her hands into her big sister's hair. With a short groaning "No, here", Ivy pulled her up her body so they could kiss. It was sloppier and messier than the kisses that had come before breakfast.

The girls' morning kisses had been slow and relaxed, no thoughts of urgency or interruption. With Ivy laying on top of her sister the two had kissed gently, simply enjoying their intimacy. Their parents knew to knock before entering their room, as a sign of respecting their independence. A carefully arranged and meticulously organised agreement that required a lot of whining from Ivy and some private talks from Holly about how her sister needed to retain some measure of independence after university. Of course, it was mostly arranged so the sisters could steal away these private moments, these intimate mornings, without fear of sudden interruption.

The kisses the pair shared now however were far more desperate. Ivy could still taste the distinct flavour of those cooked tomatoes Holly loved so much. Her tongue fought with her older sister's tongue as Holly laid atop her, stroking her fingertips along the younger sister's jawline and collarbone. The two kissed for a few minutes before breaking apart, breathing heavily. They knew that their short make out session in bed was there only to give their interrupted morning kisses a hint of their natural conclusion. The two lovers instead set their sights on their ensuite bathroom.

It was almost inevitable that with their shared room under a "knock to request entry" policy, their ensuite bathroom and shower room would become a popular place for the two to play. While their parents were happy with their daughters' powerful bond, knowledge that they were showering together would have been suspicious and would have been unavoidable with a bathroom outside of their own room. Thankfully, the sisters had been blessed with this ensuite bathroom since the family had moved. A more than adequate consolation prize for not having separate bedrooms. In fact, the pair would have likely cried for days had they been given the other alternative.

With the shower connected to their room, the slightest hint of the parent's requesting entry could be answered by one of the sister's. Returning to their room, wrapping a towel around their probably highly aroused and sensitive body, they would state that they had just left the shower, while their counterpart had just entered. It had worked flawlessly multiple times although it was usually Ivy who left the warm shower to talk to their parents. It was well known by the duo that Holly struggled to retain a poker face or hide her arousal. Privately, the younger sibling didn't mind temporarily forsaking her fun or her progress to an orgasm. She knew Holly would desperately insist on making it up to her upon her return. Ivy enjoyed forcing her to make good on her promises.

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The sun beat down fiercely on the garden but a cool breeze blew through frequently. The garden was a mix of chilly in the shade and boiling in the sun but the pleasant wind kept the warm weather enjoyable. The family was not there to bask in the heat, but to fix up their garden while they had the time, but the gorgeous weather did make the jobs far more enjoyable. Mrs Dale stayed inside and continued her endless list of household chores for the four of them while Mr Dale had already gotten to work in the garden. After a good spot of weeding earlier that day he had turned his sights to the shed and it was that job he had asked for the girl's help with.

The large shed occupied the back-right side of the garden and had a patio in front of its doors. That patio led towards the large covered pool in the centre of the garden. The left side of the garden featured a large winding border of many colourful flowers and climbing plants on trellises, that the parents were proud of. High fences and trees on the left side and the back wall prevented any of their neighbours from seeing in, a blessing for when the pool was in use. The walls and trees did not contain noise however, the girls were careful to remember that. Ivy and Holly's father was dressed in an old white t-shirt and baggy brown shorts and was already hard at work painting the near side of the shed and that was where the girl's spotted him when they stepped out of the sliding glass doors and onto the decking area.

They padded out towards the grass and towards the paint pots that their father had set out, both girls, supposedly, dressed in painting gear. Holly was dressed like her father. An old t-shirt of some pop culture reference she no longer cared for, over a pair of old jeans. Her old school plimsols crunched on the grass as she stepped down off the decking.

The younger sister leap past her and landed with a thud on the ground. Old Hi-Top trainers smashed into the dusty ground on an area with dead grass. While the older sibling had dressed comfortably and sensibly after being fully sated, their shower had done nothing to dampen the fires inside the needy younger sibling. Knee high sports socks capped with blue and red bands rose from the girl's trainers and were the probably the item of clothing that covered the most skin. Above them, framing her exposed thighs between the two articles, sat frayed and ripped jean shorts that seemed to be bursting at the seams. The only way they possibly fitted over the younger sibling's butt, which had grown considerably since these shorts had been bought, was to have the front fully unzipped, suspiciously not exposing underwear underneath. Pale white flesh seemed to continue on forever beyond the faded blue.

Eventually Ivy's skin was covered by a faded pink tube top that struggled to contain both the upper and lower portion of Ivy's breasts. The younger sibling had smaller breasts than her sister but never let a fact like that get in the way of displaying them in enticing ways.

Her chest bobbed in front of Holly's view as Ivy regained her balance after the jump and then jogged off to join their father. Holly watched her father's eyes go on an expressive journey as he looked in slight shock at Ivy, relaxed when he saw Holly's outfit, then looked back and accepted Ivy's continual dedication to wearing as little as possible. She managed to shock him from time to time but it was still long past the point which Mr Dale would argue with Ivy.

She had never seemed to have a boyfriend and seemed to be smart enough to take care of herself so he really had very little to worry about. He thought this as Holly rolled her eyes looking at Ivy's bare bottom, exposed by one hand pulling the back of her shorts down while the other pointed ahead, distracting their father. Holly briefly looked back at the dining room where they had just exited but their mother was nowhere to be seen, having last talked to them in the front room while ironing.

Arriving next to her sister, who was still engaged in conversation about the back fence, she grabbed a handful of ass cheek and used her little finger to tickle her little sister's plump pink lips. Holly had assumed that was the only way she was ever going to get her sister to cover up, an assumption that was proven right only seconds later with the shorts returned to their proper place and a smug grin appearing over Ivy's shoulder.

"So, if you two could start on that side and use these paintbrushes that would be great. Just nice slow even strokes, there'll need to be a second coat so don't worry about it not looking great yet just make sure there are no globs or anything and-"

"Dad, we get it," Ivy interrupted, "Trust us. We can be gentle and clean and smooth. We can handle this."

Holly did spend a lot of her time rolling her eyes as Ivy always took any conversation as a chance to make a double-entendre. 'Gentle, clean and smooth?' That was barely worth the effort of a groan from Holly so she resolved to stay silent and not look at her sister to see the inevitable smugness. Instead Holly grabbed a paintbrush and dipped it into the bucket.

"We got this Dad, you do that side, we'll manage this side. It's longer than yours but between the two of us we can handle it." She almost cursed out loud and started blushing as her mind, and undoubtable the mind of her sister, inevitably switched to thinking of their double ended dildo rather than the long side of the shed. She did her best to carry on regardless as her father thanked her.

She could feel Ivy grinning behind her as she started to get to work, images of what was it, two nights ago? Yes, two nights ago she mentally agreed was the last time the two had positioned themselves crotch-to-crotch, braced against either end of the bed as Ivy moved the dildo back and forth between them. That level of connectivity, of mutual enjoyment, was something even their strap-on sessions sometimes lacked.

"Great," Holly thought to herself, "now I'm thinking about last Thursday."

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They made good progress initially on the shed and the painted section began to take on a nice brighter shade of blue. Having all started at the same corner, the girl's father started to move away from the girls and along the side towards the house, his daughters disappearing behind the corner as they too moved away from the starting corner. This was when Ivy's teasing picked up.

Away from the corner, the sisters now had their backs facing the rear fence of the garden and although they faced towards the house, they could no longer see it behind the shed. Crucially, no one could see them.

Holly first noticed the changes with her top. Ivy had been vigorously painting for some time. Rather than Holly's careful and cautious painting, Ivy had been doing many overlapping, broad, fast strokes. Holly assumed she was simple making up for her impatience with enthusiasm but it was not the painting she was energy into.

The lively painting she was doing was encouraging her breasts to jiggle from side to side. Underneath the tube top and without a bra to restrain them they were free to move. Normally this would not have been too terrible of a problem for someone of Ivy's bust, the top would allow them some movement but still restrain them. Today however, the younger sister wouldn't let something like that stop her plans. The extreme force and speed she was putting into her brushstrokes along with surreptitious adjustments by hand had finally paid off. The bottoms of Ivy's breasts, all the way to the edges of her nipples, were now hanging below the line of her top having wiggled themselves free.

Ivy to her credit, at least had the decency to keep a stony-faced look of concentration staring straight at the shed, even if her eyes seemed to investigate the middle distance. She was of course aware of Holly's gaze watching them, and maybe even her slightly open mouth, but she kept her own gaze fixed on that elusive middle distance. Holly licked her suddenly dry lips and the wiped sweat from her forehead and her cheeks. The heat of the sun had been intense before but now Holly was acutely aware of the cool salty liquid rolling across her face. She attempted to return to her painting but she still stole fugitive glances at the breasts she loved so much.

The movement of the breasts that hung and swayed as the younger sister painted was hypnotic to Holly and the slight change in skin texture and colour as her little sister's areola came into view was addictive. She could not however, make any more indication that she had noticed. Not because of their father mere steps away, he had long since been forgotten. No, Holly could not make any advances on her tantalising sister, because that would mean she had lost.

Ivy was of course doing all of this to tease her sister, to extract a submission from her at the moment she was too overwhelmed by her seductiveness to resist her for any longer. That was Ivy's goal. For Holly to claim victory, she must resist, at least until they were back in their room. Ivy delighted in not knowing what would happen. Would her sister hold off and then ravish her once released in their bedroom? Or would she simply be unable to control herself and need to touch her, feel her, pleasure her, out here in the warm sun? Ivy hoped she could win, she was competitive after all, but she knew either way she did not truly lose. Thinking of that, was about the moment when the first nipple freed itself. It was the right one of course, the one closest to Holly, the one most teasingly close. That suited Ivy just perfectly.

Holly hadn't seen Ivy put sun cream on her breasts due to dressing quickly and then going to help their mother but now as she watched, Ivy's breasts glistened and shone from swell to nipple in a delightfully delicious way. Ivy loved it. Holly could barely keep her lips off them let alone her eyes.

The elder sister was seriously struggling to continue any pretence of painting. She was managing to keep up the charade of painting but for a good few minutes many of her strokes lacked any paint on her brush. She repeated a cycle of wresting control of her mind so she could crouch down and dip her brush in the paint, then standing up to paint the wall before promptly getting absorbed in her sister's exquisitely seductive visage and running out of paint again. When she caught herself painting with a dry brush but a drooling mouth she shamefully and hurriedly begin painting again. Ivy loved those moments.