This is a story set during the Corona Virus outbreak in 2020 (for future readers). Everyone was self-quarantined — even if healthy – and all social functions were shut down until further notice (which had not been lifted at the time this story was written).
Fuck! My senior prom was canceled as was my sister’s Spring Fling Ball at college. The Corona Virus quarantine had kept me home from my last semester of high school and my sister had to move back into our room from her college upstate. My parents were both working from home as their respective companies had closed the offices until the all clear was sounded — which was for some undetermined date in the who-knows-when-future.
So Kristy crowded back into my room, or I guess, “our” room, after unloading all her stuff out of my Dad’s car in the driveway last week. Mom thought it was fun to see her girls back together again after only a few months of my older sister’s freshman year at Roane State. I hate to say it but I didn’t like it at all. Oh, I like — love — my sister but I had gotten very used to having the room all to myself. So I had to clear all my stuff back into the shared quarters of closets and bureaus and night tables to make room for Kristy.
Kristy was all “hey this is fun, sis” but I was putting on a smile just for her benefit. On top of my senior prom being canceled now I had to live again with my older sister until this thing blew over – or whatever.
The first weeks were all dinners together and watching TV. Sheltering at home, as they called it. I talked to my boyfriend Bobby on the phone and we commiserated the cancellation of our prom next month and all the stuff boys and girls talk about. Kristy was always on her phone and talked to all her friends from college and our parents hovered everywhere it seemed.
It turned out that my Senior Prom was scheduled for the same night as Kristy’s sorority Spring Fling social at Roane. So the sad day drew near for both of us. It seemed that our mutual sadness broke down that little barrier that always separated us as older sister and younger sister. We actually started to interact as we did as young sisters, growing closer as the physical quarters drew us closer. It surprised me, and perhaps Kristy, as our bond grew closer the longer we were stuck together.
One night we had an old fashioned pillow fight, swinging wildly and laughing atop our respective twin beds, occasionally shrieking in mock terror. Our parents yelled for us to cut it out. In the exhilaration, with both of us holding the pillows ready for another volley at each other, we held the pillows cocked and ready. I looked across at Kristy and she looked back at me, both smiling wildly and then we laughed some more. We made comic silent faces still staring at each other. Kristy dropped her pillow and lunged at me to wrestle on my twin bed.
I should say at this point we are competitive sisters. Kristy being older than me by a year and a few months was a high school and (now) college basketball player while I was a volleyball and softball player at Middlebrook High. We grew up wanting to be better than each other in any endeavor we undertook. Oh, we were sisters who loved each other and all that – but competitive to the n-th degree. So when Kristy launched her slightly bigger frame at me, I fought like the dickens to get her off me. Just when I started to gain the upper ground over her lanky body and weight, Mom threw open the door and screamed at us to knock it off.
I had my arms wrapped under Kristy’s hips and was just turning her upside down when Mom said in that tired Mom voice, “Carla, let go of your sister. And Kristy…behave.”
“Oh, Mom…” we both said dejectedly. And Kristy freed herself from my loosening grip and retreated to her own bed.
So that bit of quarantined fun was over for the night. Laying in our beds, both turned sideways, we stared into each other’s eyes and giggled at ourselves. Kristy reached up to turn out the bedstand light. I turned onto my back and looked at the invisible darkened ceiling and thought about how Kristy’s body felt in my arms while we wrestled briefly. It felt different, better, than how I felt when I watched Kaitlyn Pearson, a pretty senior and volleyball teammate at Middlebrook for whom I had a natural attraction.
Several weeks later, still under quarantine, still harboring some new feeling towards Kristy, I woke early to see my sister get out of bed. Her 5’11” frame was hazy in the early morning light of our bedroom. She was wearing only small panties without a top. She stood in front of our shared vanity while she tousled her mussy hair. In the reflection of the vanity mirror I could see her breasts. They were bigger than they appeared under her normal loose fitting clothes. Symmetrical mounds of white flesh topped by small brown nipples. Her taut athletic buttocks were on display where her panties had ridden up during sleep. I let my hand move oh, so gently, to touch myself while I watched her.
After breakfast, Kristy suggested we get some fresh air. That was about the only thing we could do under this new quarantine regime. We decided to go for a run through the neighborhood to a city park not far. It would be about a 5K run we both agreed. Back in our room, we changed into running gear. Kristy stripped and pulled on tight boy shorts and a midriff top with her college logo. I stole glances as surreptitiously as I could while we dressed. I chose a similar outfit (hoping to appear like twins, in my mind) and off we went with Mom and Dad advising us to keep a safe distance between ourselves and other people.
Kristy and I jogged lightly through the neighborhood until we hit the city park. As soon as we crossed the avenue to enter the walking path Kristy took off with her long legs running at a good clip. I was caught unaware and ran after her. I watched her long strides and found my eyes after a short while were trained on her gently rolling buttocks in the tight boy shorts. I tried to catch up but whenever I got close Kristy put on a little more speed. I kept trying to match her speed but with those long legs and collegiate training I was no match for her strides. I relaxed a little and kept pace several steps behind her becoming more and more mesmerized by her ass in those tight shorts. At about the halfway point on our loop back towards the entrance I realized I was getting very turned on by my own sister’s ass and sun-kissed legs as we jogged.
I tried to focus my thoughts on Kaitlyn Pearson my first girl crush, imagining it was Kait’s long legs and ass I was watching. Somewhere in the back — no, the front — of my mind I realized I was crushing on my own sister and that sweet, toned athletic body before me.
“C’mon, Carla.” I thought to myself. “She’s your sister. Get it together.” But it was no use. I thought again how she felt when we wrestled and I had her body in my arms.
When we reached the end of the loop path, Kristy veered off to a park bench and plopped down with a large exhalation and ran her hand across her sweaty forehead. I followed suit, mimicking her forehead swipe. Kristy leaned back and let her long legs stretch out before her. I let my eyes trace a line from her white running shoes up the length of her calves, thighs, and where her shorts creased into her crotch. If I touched myself I knew I would come. That’s what she did to me today. We sat wordlessly enjoying the end of our workout but my mind was filled with my taboo feelings about Kristy.
We finished our run after the short bench rest and this time Kristy ran at a pace I could keep step with her. She took my hand in hers and ducked left into a dirt path that I knew led down to the city pond. My heart was beating from the jog but also the way she continued to hold my hand as we jogged the narrow dirt path. We slowed down as we reached the muddy bank of the quiet pond.
“Hey, this was good. To get out of the house.” She exhaled, still holding my hand. She turned her head to look at me. I was two inches shorter than she. Even those small two inches made me feel like I was staring upwards. It’s true both physically and psychically that I always looked up to my older sister. Impulsively, I wrapped my arms around her torso and laid my head against her chest. She pulled me closer and sighed.
“I’ve been with other girls, Carly. And it’s fucked up, I know, but I like being with you. I mean, close, with you.” She kissed me ever so slightly on my forehead.
Emotion overcame me. “Kristy, yes, when we were fooling around last night…oh, gawd, what am I saying?” I practically sobbed into her chest.
“Yeah, I know. I feel that way too. I felt it even when I came back for your eighteenth birthday last month. You’re a beauty, sis.” Kristy said dreamily and hugged into me a little closer.
I raised my head to see if she was testing me somehow, the old competitive wariness kicking in. But no, Kristy was serious, no smirking, no blinking, as we looked into each other’s eyes. We turned ever so slightly and faced each other. Wordlessly and slowly, we kissed. Lips on lips. We backed off to look again into each other’s eyes. Then we really kissed. Slowly, passionately, our mouths opening finally to really get into it. I felt her hands grip my ass and I ran my hands down her muscled torso to cup her taut buns in my hands. [read more](https://realsexstoriesx.blogspot.com/2020/06/sisters-in-time-of-covid19.html)
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