On March 18th, gatherings of more than 10 were banned statewide. By the 24th, Denver had a stay-at-home order.

Life hadn't exactly gone as planned. I was currently living with my parents still. I wasn't working where I wanted to. This wasn't helping at all. I was supposed to be working from home. Keyword, supposed. We didn't really have anything to do with everything shutdown.

I helped with the shopping. Places were packed. My mother insisted on wearing masks. She had plenty, so we didn't have to buy any. Gabe bought a gun, for some reason.

"Why did you get that?" I asked.

"Everyone else was doing it!" Gabe said.

"Did they even do a background check on you?" I asked.

"I have no idea." Gabe said.

Mom moved into an apartment with some other nurses to prevent the spread to us. We talked a lot over video, the first few days, several times. The calls got less and less as she got busier.

I didn't have a boyfriend at the time. I was already a bit frustrated in that regard, and staying at home with family only made it worse. Gabe was, well, on and off with his girlfriend. I insisted, usually, that he try to be a good father at least, but I wasn't going to do that, no one needed extra stress during these times.

Speaking of extra stress, Charlie and Toby didn't need it either. I tried helping them with school, but it was a strange transition to online school. I did my best to help them, and they did their best to pass.

It was alone that the frustrations really continued. As mentioned, I was already frustrated in regards to sex. I was already masturbating a lot. I knew that it was natural. But as I did it more and more, several times per day, I felt dirty, I felt like I was being too naughty. If only I knew how naughty I would be getting.

It was April the first, hilariously enough, when things started getting even dirtier.

I was, at this point, regularly masturbating in the morning. I wasn't wearing very much to bed either. At this point, usually panties, and if I knew there was going to be no issue, occasionally I would wear nothing.

Today was a day where I was only in panties. My hand was in them, of course, as usual. I had a particularly sexy dream and probably would been changing out of them anyway, so I thought that I might as well masturbate now.

I might have been a bit too occupied with the sexy dream, trying to keep it in my mind while I was masturbating, to realize that I was moaning.

My moaning had attracted the attention of Gabe, and he came into my room.

"Oh my god, Gabe!" I covered my breasts with my free arm.

"Oh! Oh god, I'm sorry." He looked away, kind of.

"Haven't you heard of knocking?" I asked, a bit mad that he would just walk into my room without doing so.

"I thought you were moaning because you were sick!" He said. He still was only kind of looking away.

"And what were you doing to do to help me, get infected?" I said. My hand was still in my panties at this point, and he was glancing down there.

"Well I would…" He said and then trailed off.

"Stop looking there." I said, and I pulled my hand out from my panties and covered up the probably obvious wet spot. "Get out." He did get out, rather quickly.

The mood was ruined at that point, and I got dressed, put on new panties, a t-shirt and some track pants because I wasn't going anywhere. I guess I would go downstairs and watch something. Whatever was on, maybe the news, I guess.

Gabe's door was wide open, and he was naked, and he was masturbating. Quite clearly in view of the door.

"Close your door." I said.

"You can't just come in her without kno-" Gabe was cut off by me closing his door. His door was quickly opened again, I turned around to see him naked. "You can't-"

I cut him off again. "Put some clothes on!" I said "What if Charlie or Toby see you?" I turned him around and pushed him back towards his room, avoiding touching him anywhere below the shoulders.

Admittedly I did glance at his body before I went downstairs again. Gabe was quite muscular and was… popular, among women, lets say, which was probably why he had such an on and off relationship with his girlfriend.

I turned on the TV and started watching a re-run of a TV show I didn't really care about, but it was something to occupy my mind.

Gabe came down soon after. He was wearing shorts that didn't do a very good job of hiding his erection, and that was it. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Exposing his well-toned body that I would describe as 'sexy' if he wasn't my brother.

He sat down grabbed the remote, and put his arm around me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Cuddling, you know, like family should be!" Gabe said.

"Do you think I want to cuddle after what you did?" I asked.

"Why not?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. His erection was still clearly obvious, and it was distracting every time he flexed it.

"You know, this would be a lot better if…" I said, and then trailed off, looking at his erection and then at him.

"If this wasn't here?" He said, and then he used his free hand to expose his cock. I looked away, but he pushed my head so I was looking at it. He had length, that's for sure, and it curved upwards, I'm sure his partners liked that. But I really shouldn't be looking at his cock.

"Yes." I said, and that was it, that was all I could get out. No more words were coming to my mind.

"Look, you're desperately horny, I'm desperately horny, how about we have a truce." He said.

"What kind of a truce?" I asked.

"One where we get each other off." He said.

"Gabe I don't think we should be doing that." I said. But his hand was already in motion, he already had the idea in his head. His cock was no longer exposed, but his hand was now in my panties, the ones I had just put on, and he was rubbing me.

"But you want to get off, don't you?" Gabe said.

"But it's wrong." I said. Not very convincingly. It was hard to be convincing when someone was rubbing me. And also, I didn't want to be convincing. He slipped his finger into me and I gasped.

He turned off the TV at that moment, and I could see myself in the reflection of the TV. Briefly, before he turned my head and kissed me.

"You're enjoying it." He said.

"Kissing isn't part of getting each other off." I said. He responded by kissing me again, and this time it was longer, and he fingered me harder. I was enjoying it, and I hated myself for it. I was enjoying my brother being aggressive with me, fingering me, probably doing what he did to his other sexual partners, and I was melting in his grasp, just like them.

But it had been so long, it was impossible for me not to melt in anyone's grasp right now, it just happened to be his. He wasn't going to let go, I was going to cum. I couldn't even say anything about getting caught, I was incapable of speech at that moment. Gabe was going to make cum.

He didn't slow down, at all. I came on his fingers and he took great pride in that, looking at his face, watching mine in pleasure as I came on his fingers. Then he took his fingers out and sucked on them, and I felt like I had another mini-orgasm just from seeing that.

"You've ruined these panties" I said. Yeah, that was all I could say in protest.

"How about you take them off then?" He said, his grip released on me.

"And ruin the couch?" I said.

"True." He said.

He pulled his shorts down again and I knew what I was supposed to do. I wrapped a hand around his cock and started to stroke him.

He was large. Larger than my more modestly sized boyfriends had been, that much was certain. I could only imagine, at the time, how his girlfriends, and every other girl he had sex with had taken it inside of them. It looked anatomically impossible for it to have fit in some of the girls he had sex with, and I wasn't even thinking about taking it at the time, but I would not have thought I would be able to take it either.

We weren't kissing any more, I was free to look directly at his cock. I think it was intentional on his part, I think he wanted me to look at his cock. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. There was a lot of cock to stroke, too.

I was doing it slowly, and he never rushed me. But with how frustrated he probably was, there was a positive and negative to going slow. The positive was that he wouldn't blow too quickly. The negative was that he must be getting so frustrated that he wasn't getting off so quickly.

I stroked him faster. He was moaning, very quietly, but he was moaning. I was making my little brother moan. I was about to make him cum, too. His breathing getting heavier, he was going to blow his load.

I didn't stop stroking once the first cum shot came out, landing on his muscular chest. And more and more shots of gooey cum came out of his cock, more than I had ever seen a cock shoot.

I wanted to taste it. I don't know what changed in me at that moment, but I wanted to taste it. So I licked him, I licked cum off of my little brother's body. I licked all of it up, off his chest, his abs, all of it. And then I kissed the tip of his cock.

That sealed it. We were never going to have a normal sibling relationship again.