Desperate Times 1

Desperate Times 1
by DirtyMindedMom

“Internet is still out,” Tyler groused and slammed the laptop closed.

“Hey! Be careful,” Caroline scolded. “When it does come back it won’t do us any good if our computer is broken.” She flicked the page of the outdated fashion magazine she’d already leafed through a dozen times during the past few days.

“Sorry, Mom. It’s just that…fuck…”

“Language, young man. Just because the world is in a tailspin doesn’t mean we can do whatever we want. The rules still apply. And that means no filthy talk out of you. Got it?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just…never mind.” Tyler stood up and left the room in a moody huff.

“This isn’t easy for any of us,” Caroline muttered at her retreating son in exasperation.

“Don’t worry about him,” Kylee said. “He’s just mad he can’t text with his online girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Caroline responded, sounding more alarmed than she intended to.

“Some loser down in Tennessee or someplace. She’s not even real. Probably some dude who’s into clueless boys who are obsessed with showing off their abs all the time, or whatever.”

“I don’t like the sound of that at all,” Caroline said, worry wrinkling her otherwise smooth forehead.

“No big deal, Mom.” Kylee stood, looking around for something to relieve her boredom. “Once he sends some dick pics, she – or, more likely, he – will dump him anyway.”

It took Caroline longer than it should have to react. “Language…” she said automatically as her thoughts drifted elsewhere.

“How much longer is this going to go on?” Kylee whined to no one in particular, then checked her phone knowing there’d be nothing there for her. It was stupid, but she couldn’t help hoping for something from her boyfriend Owen – her real boyfriend in real life. But there was nothing.

“Look, no one is happy about this, but the quarantine is for our own good. It won’t last forever. It’s better for you to be cooped up in this house with me and your brother for a while than to be sick and dying like all those poor people who got infected before the containment protocols were put in place.”

“Ugh! I hate the stupid coronavirus!” Kylee stormed off to her bedroom, trying to match the drama her big brother had displayed, but her mom just smirked with resignation, shook her head, and let her go without a word.

Caroline flipped a few more pages of the magazine, unable to fully focus her attention on the glossy ads or articles offering ‘can’t fail’ sex tips. “Dick pics,” she said under her breath. It was uttered with an appropriate degree of disgust, but she couldn’t deny the flitter of lustful stirrings she felt down low in her tummy…or maybe it was even lower than that.

The forced isolation was affecting her more than she had expected it to. It would all be over soon enough, she assured herself, then things can go back to normal…or at least back to the way they were.

~ ~ ~

Kylee lingered in her brother’s doorway, silently waiting for him to notice her. He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his face set in a mask of frustrated anger. Kylee tried not to make herself obvious, but couldn’t resist stealing glances at him every few seconds.

Tyler was stretched out on his back, hands clasped behind his head, shirt off. Even in this relaxed state his six-pack was clearly defined. Kylee would never admit it, but she secretly liked when he would lift his shirt, flex, and show off his muscles like the self-absorbed douchewad he was most of the time. Surprisingly, she would get weirdly jealous when he’d show off around her friends. They’d wait until he wasn’t around and gush about what a hottie he was, which only infuriated her more. She was afraid to think about it too much because she didn’t want to find out she was only getting upset because she felt the same way as they did. Gross.

“What do you want?” Tyler’s tone was more hopeless resignation than his usual annoyance with her.

“Nothing.” She leaned into his room, clinging onto the doorjamb and just kind of hanging there with no purpose. “Bored.”

“That’s an understatement.” He pounded the bed several times with a clenched fist.

The motion seemed very suggestive to Kylee, but she wasn’t sure if she should risk making fun of him right then.

“Really missing the internet, huh?” Kylee ventured cautiously.

Tyler rubbed his palm along his jeans-clad thigh with agitation. “It’s been more than a week already, and I’m…the Hell with it…and I’m horny as fuck.”

Kylee stopped swinging on the doorframe and stood up straight. She was used to her brother being crude and purposely saying stuff to creep her out, but this was different. He was serious.

“Oh, c’mon,” she heard herself saying before she could think to shut up. “You gotta have something to whack off to stashed around here somewhere. A DVD, or magazine, or even a Victoria’s Secret catalog or two?” The last was a reference to the time their mom found a small stack of lingerie catalogs crumpled up under his mattress a few years back. He hated when she teased him about that.

He gave his sister a menacing look, but his distress took the edge off of the effect. Kylee went and sat on the edge of his bed, half expecting him to yell at her to get lost. She was feeling strangely nervous inside. Maybe it was because of what she was about to tell him.

“Well…how do you think I feel?” She swallowed hard and lowered her voice, not daring to look at her brother. “I gave up my virginity to Owen like a week before the lock-down. We did it pretty much every time we saw each other after that.” She paused to take a breath and waited for some snide comment from Tyler about her being a slut or something like that. He didn’t say a word. “I never thought I would, but I really liked it. Not that he even completely knew what he was doing, but I was totally into it, y’know. Anyway…I miss it.” Kylee realized she was pressing a fist between her thighs and pulled her hand away before her brother could notice. “So, yeah, I get it…horny as fuck.”

Tyler patted his little sister on the back in a rare show of compassionate empathy. “My kid sister isn’t a kid anymore.” He said with comforting sincerity. His hand came to rest on her back and stayed there. His touch made her feel warm and tingly inside, not unlike it felt when Owen touched her.

Brother and sister remained quiet, the moment expanding into an awkward intimacy that neither wanted to disturb. Kylee resisted her urge to turn around and cuddle up against her shirtless brother’s body and rest her cheek on his bare chest. For his part, Tyler wondered at the feelings the sensation of his little sister’s body heat through her t-shirt evoked in him. Yes, he was horny as fuck, but was he really that desperate?

“So…” Tyler began cautiously. “You, ah…like to fuck?”

It was just the kind of thing he’d say to creep her out, but it wasn’t like that this time. Kylee squirmed slightly, hoping it wasn’t enough to make Tyler move his hand. The tingle was still there.

“Yeah. Not so much the first time, when it was actually happening. But almost right away that night in bed it was all I wanted. I don’t know what it was, but all of the sudden there was this, I don’t know, a kind of empty feeling down there. When we did it for the second time it was like ‘Yes, finally!’ It was just like – this sounds stupid – but like he filled me up in exactly the way I wanted…or more like the way I needed.”

Kylee cringed with sudden embarrassment and regret. Why was she saying all this stuff? Even if he was being nice now, he was going to use it all against her at some point down the road. Probably sooner than later. So dumb.

“Hmm,” he grunted in a semblance of acknowledgement. “I guess it’s different for girls. I just want to get off so fucking bad.” Kylee felt her brother’s hand tense. “I don’t care if it’s pounding some chick’s pussy or fucking her mouth. Heck, I’d even take a handjob at this point.”

“You can give yourself a handjob whenever you want,” she quipped, knowing she should be more uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was going than she was.

“It’s not the same.” If their mom caught him talking like this to his sister he’d be grounded for weeks, but since he was effectively grounded already anyway, why not? “I mean, jacking off is pretty sweet and all, but once you start doing stuff with girls it comes in a distant second place.”

She knew she should be grossed out rather than intrigued, but she couldn’t help it. “How much do you do it? Y’know…jack off?”

“I don’t know, once or twice a month,” Tyler hedged. “Aw, fuck it. For real? More like every day pretty much. Usually more than once.”

On hearing that Kylee couldn’t help looking over her shoulder and picturing him with his fly undone, erection in hand, stroking it fast and hard. She quickly turned around and tried to force the image out of her mind. Sure, she’d seen Owen’s dick, but she never saw him jack it off.

“Yeah, same here,” she confessed. It didn’t seem possible that now the only one beside Mia, her best friend, who knew she masturbated was her brother.“Wow, I never realized what a perv you are,” Tyler jabbed playfully. His hand patted her a few times, then gave a light pinch, before coming to rest again in a different spot on her back. Why was she so happy about that? So dumb.

“Look who’s talking. At least I don’t do cyber with random people online.”

“Vanessa isn’t random,” Tyler said defensively. “And it’s better with her than with any girl I’ve been with in real life anyway.”

“So, wait…you really do that? Like, jerk off on camera while she watches?”

“It’s not like what you think,” he said quickly, again sounding exceedingly defensive. “It’s more like…y’know…” Tyler struggled to come up with a way to describe it in a way that didn’t make him sound pathetic. “She gets naked too…and stuff…”

“Seriously?” Kylee couldn’t believe he was telling her about all this. She wanted to hear more. “So…like how naked?”

“Like naked naked…all the way naked,” her brother insisted as if this justified everything.

“So you can see her tits?” Kylee’s nipples tingled when she asked that.

“Of course. Tits, pussy, ass, everything. She even showed me her butthole.”

“Uck – no way!”

“Nothing ‘uck’ about it – Vannessa’s butthole is super cute.”

Kylee wondered if her own butthole was cute. She decided that she would have to check later.

“So then what does this Vanessa do? Just sit there naked while you beat off like a total spaz?”

“No, she plays with herself…”

“Plays with herself how?” Kylee was aware that she was past just getting a tingle or two, she was definitely getting wet down there. Embarrassing beyond anything, but she needed to hear more.

“Y’know…the usual…she touches herself…”

Kylee was afraid he was going to leave it at that. “Touches herself where?”

Tyler was well aware of what was happening. He wanted to keep going, but didn’t want to get into trouble. He heard dishes clanking in the kitchen through his open bedroom door…Mom was doing the washing up, it was safe.

“Her pussy, duh.” He became hyper-conscious of the fact that he was touching his sister. The touch wasn’t anything bad, but it felt like it could be because of what they were talking about. Still, he didn’t want to stop touching her, as innocent as it was. “Yeah…she plays with her pussy and fingers herself.”

“You mean like you can see her stick her fingers up inside and everything?”

“Sure. She points the camera down between her legs, spreads her lips open, and fucks her fingers just like that.”

“Wow…” Kylee let out with a kind of hushed awe, having a hard time believing a girl would be willing to do a thing like that. Let a boy see everything down there, plus let him watch you finger yourself? She shook her head in disbelief, yet felt her whole body buzzing with horny energy. “And you think that’s hot?” She tried to add some derision into the question, but it came out more like childish curiosity.

“Fuck, yeah. It’s about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Okay, but what about you?”

“What about me?”

“I mean…do you just pull on your dick or do you…y’know…finish?”

“What do you think, dummy?”

“I don’t know – I’m not the cyber freak.”

“Yeah, I cum. She loves it. I shoot a big load all over the place and then she gets off on it.”

Kylee was trying to picture it all in her head without even attempting to avoid the image of her brother spurting cum all over himself.

“She does not,” she insisted, wishing he’d put his other hand on her. “She’s probably faking it.”

“Maybe,” her brother conceded, his touch moving side to side along her lower back, raising a whole new bouquet of sensations. “Looks convincing to me. I don’t really care as long as I get off. I made a recording—“ Tyler cut himself off as if he realized he’d said too much.

“What for? So you could jack off to it after she dumps you?”

“More like so I could jack off to her whenever I wanted. But Mom is watching the computer like a friggin’ hawk.”

“So you haven’t been able to whack off to your girlfriend in over a week.” She intended it as a taunt, but it came out more understanding than that. She did kind of feel sorry for him in a way…like the way she felt sorry for herself that she hadn’t had Owen’s cock inside her in forever.

“I haven’t been able to whack off to anything lately,” he griped.

“What’s stopping you? Just use your imagination. That’s what I do.”

“Imagination? Like how?” His hand came to rest, only this time it settled on her hip. It wasn’t someplace bad, but if he moved it back a little he’d be touching her butt, and if he moved it around toward the front a few inches he be real close to her puss. It was all she could do not to twist in a way that would encourage him to do just that.

“Imagination, like a fantasy. Picture sexy stuff in your head and get off to that.”

“Okay, like what?”

She knew what he was going after, and it made her insides jitter even more.

“Like, I don’t know…I usually imagine a boy I think is hot. We start off making out and touching each other all over. Then he pulls my clothes off, and he gets naked. He sucks my tits and touches me down there. Then he’s on top of me and putting it inside…sliding his cock into my pussy.” The words felt thick in her mouth, causing a jolt in her crotch saying them aloud in front of her brother this way. “And then, I don’t know, I just think about fucking until…until I’m done.”

“And the whole time you’re rubbing your pussy?” His fingers twitched, causing her to suck in a quick breath.

“Uh huh, mostly around my clit.” Another jolt, right down the length of her stiff nubbin. “If you even know what that is.” She should have been running from his room in abject humiliation, but it was too good to let it end.

“All I know about the clit is girls really like when you lick it.” His fingers teasingly began crawling toward her crotch. Kylee reflexively slapped his hand, regretting it as soon as she did it. His fingers retreated to neutral territory. She could at least be grateful they were still physically connected.

“Gross, why would even want to put your mouth there?” At the same time she was chastising him, Kylee knew exactly what she’d be imagining as soon as she was alone in her own bedroom.

“Does that mean Owen never ate you out?”

“Don’t be disgusting.”

“Wow, for a perv you sure are a prude.” His hand slid up to her back, resting chastely over her spine. She instantly missed it being where it was, so close to someplace bad. Surprisingly, she was even more wounded by being called a prude.

“Am not, it’s just that isn’t it all smelly and gross down there?”

“I love the smell of pussy. There’s nothing else like it. And that goes for the taste too. I can’t wait to taste Vanessa’s pussy.” Tyler made a slurping sound with his mouth.

Kylee wanted to be disgusted, but couldn’t. “Maybe right after a shower it would be okay…”

“Yeah, so what about a guy’s dick? You put your mouth on that.”

“I do not!” Kylee cringed upon hearing herself sounding like a prude again.

“Ha! So you’re saying you fucked Owen but never gave him a blowjob?”

Kylee tried to figure out how to explain it without sounding stupid. “It just kind of happened. It wasn’t like I planned it that way. I just never got around to it, that’s all.”

“So when are you going to get around to sucking his cock?”

“When you say it like that it sounds soooo romantic.” In a flash of boldness Kylee made a move. She fell back so that her head came to rest on Tyler’s midsection. His hand came around and ended up high on her belly, not too far below her breasts. It took her a second to start breathing again.

“Nah, it’s not about romance when you get that far…it’s about getting off.”

“Well, in that case, I don’t get off on putting the thing a guy pees with in my mouth.”

“Yeah, but if you suck him off, then he’ll suck you off. The math is pretty simple, Sis.”

“Maybe I don’t want him to do that to me.”

“Oh, you will. Especially if he knows what he’s doing.”

She could feel the subtle movements of his body as he spoke. How the fuck was it possible for that to turn her on? It wasn’t him, she assured herself, it was just that she was so horny for Owen.

“And I suppose you think you know what you’re doing?”

“Sure as fuck I do,” he boasted. “If I wanted to, I could get you off twice as fast with my tongue as you can using your fingers.”

Despite herself she believed him. Any more of this and she was going to soak right through her yoga pants.

“Yeah, right,” she retorted weakly, fighting every impulse to grab his wrist and move his hand up to one of her tits.

“Right…” he murmured then drifting off into silence.

Kylee didn’t know what to say. She turned her head, pressing her ear against his ribs. His heartbeat thumped…faster than normal.

“Hey, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Tyler ventured softly.

Her own heart began thumping a bit faster. “I hope not,” she shot back.

“No, seriously…maybe we could help each other out.”

“How?” She didn’t dare hope he was going to say what she wanted him to say.

“Y’know…I’m horny…you’re horny…”

“And…”

“And so we just kinda help each other out, y’know?”

“No…I don’t know…” She wasn’t going to be the one to risk saying something she couldn’t un-say and looking like a fool if she was wrong.

“Just, like, we could help each other not be horny anymore.”

Kylee sat up quick, her natural reflexes taking over. “We’re not doing sex together, if that’s what you’re suggesting!”

“Shh, sh, sh,” Tyler urged glancing nervously toward his open door. “No, of course not. I’m not saying we should fuck or anything crazy like that.” He held onto his sister’s wrist as if trying to keep her from running and telling their mother. “But how about if maybe we did other stuff.”

“Like what other stuff?”

“Like how about if we just…I don’t know, just sucked each other off or something like that?”

Kylee tried to stand but Tyler pulled her back down onto his bed.

“That’s oral sex, idiot…y’know, like, SEX!”

“No, no, no, it’s not the same at all. But, okay, how about this then, we give each other handjobs.”

“What?”

“You jack me off, and I’ll finger you.”

“No way I’m letting you stick your finger up in me, and I’m not touching your filthy dick.” Kylee was saying exactly what she was supposed to be saying, but was crying out inside to be saying just the opposite. What was going on with her?

“C’mon, Ky, it’ll be good for both of us, I swear.”

The sound of their mother leaving the kitchen and coming their way became clear to the two of them. Kylee pulled her hand free and stood.

“I may be horny, but not that horny.” She crossed her arms in front of her protectively. “I can’t believe you even thought of that.”

As she turned to go she caught a glance at her brother’s crotch. A long bulge was apparent in his jeans. She wanted to turn back and get a good look at it, but instead she left the room in a snit.

~ ~ ~

As soon as she closed her bedroom door behind her, Kylee’s hand was down the front of her thin yoga pants. Her fingers encountered wetness like there never was before. She barely made it to her bed as she pulled her pants down as far as her knees. Her finger plunged in deep, her other hand went up under her shirt to grab at her braless titties. Every sensation was heightened like it was the first time she’d ever touched herself.

Another finger, then a third. She began pumping mercilessly. With her other hand, she pinched a nipple, harder than usual, pulling and twisting. It hurt and felt good at the same time. A moan escaped as she worked her pussy harder. “This is so wrong…” she hissed as she writhed on the bed.

Her imagination flashed to the glimpse she’d gotten of her brother’s bulge. The inappropriate thoughts rushed in. That was his cock…his hard cock. What made him so hard…was it me? He asked me to suck it. He wants to lick my pussy and suck my clit. So fucking wrong…so disgusting. It normally took her a while to get there, but she could already feel her orgasm approaching…and it was coming fast.

He told me about how he jacks off. Her mind reeled. He told me how his girlfriend spreads her legs and shows off her pussy. What if I did that? What if I spread my legs and showed him my pussy. Would he jerk off right in front of me? Would he make himself cum? Would he let me watch as the cum squirted out of his cock? My brother’s hard cock..POW!

Her orgasm hit her like an out of control Mack truck. She clenched her jaw to keep from screaming out. Her body took over, bucking wildly on the bed. She crammed her fingers as far as they would go as she rode out one wave after another. She’d given herself countless orgasms before, but none was anything like this. She wanted it to last forever.

After the storm, lying still except for a finger tracing the sensitive edges of her inner lips, it took a long while for her to catch her breath and for her heartrate to slow. Once her mind was back under her control, she ran through the entire conversation again and again. Was she making more of it than it was? Or could it be real?

Even though she’d just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, she wasn’t satisfied. It had been amazing, but she was alone…no one to share it with. That mattered somehow. Only problem was that with the quarantine there was no one to share anything with. Who knew how long this thing would go on or how long she would have to wait?

Kylee came to the certain conclusion that she desperately wanted to have to have another talk with her brother.

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