Robyn was trying to remain as calm as she could with the red and blue lights flashing in her rear view mirror. She runs through a mental list of things that she could have done to get pulled over. Glancing at her brother, she asks, "You don't have anything stupid on you right now? Do you?"
Grunting, he replies, "No, I don't. I left that back at the apartment."
"Good. Just let me do the talking." Robyn instructs her brother, as she tries to keep the anxiety out of her voice. "Get my insurance and registration out of the glove box. Please." He leans forward and pops the glove box open. He hands her the two documents sitting on top. Robyn pulls her license out of her purse in the center console. She hears the crunch of boots on the loose gravel spread out on the shoulder of the highway. She grabs the steering wheel with her documents laced in between her fingers. A bright light shines on her hands and the wheel.
"Do you know why I pulled you over, miss?" the officer asks as he looks down at her. Robyn smiles sheepishly, hoping that her bright pink, lavender, and turquoise dreads don't go against her. Nor the snake bite piercings, or septum ring, or the tattoo on full display on her left shoulder because she decided to wear a tank top.
Looking up, she sees the officer is wearing a helmet that looks like it was part of a SWAT team uniform. She can barely see the cloth face mask that he's wearing. Robyn notices that his voice is muffled by the mask. "No, I don't, sir. I'm trying to think of any traffic law that I broke," she responds as she holds up her papers.
"I only need to see you driver's license, miss. Your friend needs to show his to my deputy on his side of the car," he states as clearly as he can through the mask. Robyn glances at her brother, worried. He is complying with the officer's orders. He attempts to hand his license to the officer on his side of the vehicle. "Don't hand them to us, kids. We just need to read it," he says as she turns the face of the card him. Her brother does the same. "Now the reason why I pulled you over is because you're in violation of the quarantine orders from the governor, county sheriff, and judge."
"Wait. What?" she stumbles across her questions.
"Have you not seen the news? There is a shelter at home order for everyone that is not an essential employee. The Corona virus pandemic has become that serious. You do understand that, correct?" the officer asks sarcastically.
"Yes, sir. I didn't know that it went into effect already."
"Young lady. Do you seen anyone else out here on the road?"
"No, sir. I was just trying to ..."
"Just stop, miss. We're going to escort you and your friend..." the officer says.
"Jaxson, sarge." the second officer says loudly.
"Your friend, Jackson, and you are going to one location. Together. All I need to know is where am I going to follow you to? Your address or his?" the Sargent finishes.
"Mine." Robyn states unequivocally.
"Wait," Jaxson mutters. "I have no clothes over there."
"You live in a shitty little apartment, Jax. I live in a house. And I have pets. You don't."
Before Jaxson can respond the Sargent says loudly, "Good, now that's out of the way. Here's what you're going to do..." The Sargent gives her clear instructions of how she is to drive to her home with them following her.
***
After Robyn pulls into her driveway, she turns the car off and gets out. Looking over her shoulder, she can see the second officer is out of the car and watching them walk towards the house. Robyn opens the door for Jaxson to enter first. She watches the cops leave through the window in the door. Once they're out of sight, she turns to Jaxson. "Dear gods. What has happened to the world. Anyway, I've got some of Brian's old clothes in the closet. For once, I'm glad that I didn't burn them like I had planned."
"Bleh. I don't want to wear freak flags," Jaxson says dismissively.
"Seriously?" Robyn glares at her brother. "You're never out of your stupid heavy metal t-shirts and ripped jeans," she retorts as she motions with her hand to emphasize her point, by making mention of the black band shirt, ripped jeans, and work boots. "I think you can survive a few days in 'freak flag' clothes until we can order you new clothes."
Jaxson's mouth curls into a sneer, "Fucking hippie shit. Does it still stink of patchouli?" he rudely asks.
"Jax. Seriously?" Robyn barks out at him. "They're fucking clothes! If anyone should want to destroy them, it would be me. You're literally going to be wearing fucking reminders of my abuser. I think you can shut up and live with it for a few days!" Robyn shouts. She's moving her hands in an effort to release some of her emotions. "Is that clear? Little Brother?"
"I'm bigger than you. By a lot... but I understand. I'll go get them, I'm assuming they're in a box in the back of your closet, and wash them," he begrudgingly replies. "I'll leave you alone for a while so you can figure out the sleeping arrangements. We also need to figure out the hygiene situation."
***
Jaxson comes back to the common room after spending an hour dealing with his problem of getting the stench of 'asshole attempted rapist ex-boyfriend' out of the clothes he is supposed to wear. He sees Robyn sitting on the couch with her laptop open and talking on the phone. He sits down next to her and slouches into the couch cushions. After a few minutes of listening to a conversation that he is not interested in, he sits up to find the remote control. Jaxson keeps the volume low while he surfs the channels.
"Hey, stupid! Are you listening to me?" Robyn asks Jaxson as she slaps shoulder.
"Ow. No. No, I wasn't. What do you want?" he demands angrily, rubbing his shoulder, looking at the red welt on his skin.
Thrusting a phone into his face, "Mom wants to talk to you... Asshole."
Taking the phone from Robyn's hand, Jaxson glares at her. "Hey, Mom."
"Hi, sweety. Robyn told me what happened. Sorry, we won't get to see each other for a long while."
"It's ok, mom. It could be so much worse. At least I'm stuck with someone that I actually like," he grumbles as he continues to flip through the channels.
"Oh? I'm really happy to hear that."
"Hear what? That I'm stuck?"
"No. That you actually like your sister."
Jaxson snorts into the phone. "Just because she bosses me around for no damned reason, lords over me because I'm younger, or lectures me doesn't mean that I don't like her or like spending time with her. There's just limits."
"That warms my heart, darling. You two need to take care of each other. You don't have much family left..."
"Geez, mom. Chill. It'll be alright." Jaxson mutters to the phone. Robyn turns her laptop towards Jaxson so that he can see the virtual cart that she has filled with potential clothes. "Mom, Robyn wants me to look at this order for clothes for me. I need to let you go."
"Just pass me back to your sister. I'm the one paying for it. You pick out what you want, within reason," their mother tells him. Jaxson and Robyn then exchange devices. He replaces several items before handing the computer back to Robyn. She continues chatting with their mother as she confirms the order. Eventually, they get tired. Jaxson sleeps on the couch for the night until things can be better figured out.
DAY 1
Jaxson wakes to the sound of melodic and wandering guitars backed by sitars and light percussion. Rolling off of the couch he finds his sister in the kitchen cooking eggs and hash potatoes, as she listens to her Spotify list. After breakfast, they review the plans for hygiene.
They lightly settle in for staying isolated for a couple of weeks.
Day 3
Jaxson and Robyn struggle to stay in good moods as they go through the basic diversions on TV, internet, radio, and newspaper. Robyn and Jaxson agree to order some jigsaw puzzles online to work on together. Boredom is creeping further into their minds.
Day 4
Robyn answers a knock on the door. Opening the door, she sees a county sheriff's deputy standing back from the door. "Robyn Kravitz?" a masked officer asks.
"Yes? That's me." she replies uncertainly.
"Is Jaxson Allenson still on the property?" the officer continues with the questions.
Robyn calls over her shoulder, not taking her eyes off of the officer, "Hey, Jax! Buddy? Can you come here for a minute?"
Jaxson lifts himself up from the couch where he had been napping. Walking to the front door, he asks, "What's going on, Rob?" Looking out the door he sees the cop. "Did we do something wrong?" he asks in hushed tones.
The officer grins and says, "Thank you. I was just checking in to make sure that you haven't violate the governor's orders and our bringing you to this location. Enjoy the rest of your day." She turns around and walks back to the patrol car where the Sargent is waiting leaning on the roof of the car. They slowly pull off and drive away from the home.
"Well, if that ain't fucking creepy." Robyn observes out loud.
Day 5
"Jax! I need to deal with the garden. Can you mow the lawn for me while I work on the garden?" Robyn asks. After waiting for a minute, she walks into the common room and sees him on the couch. "Hey, Jax! Can you mow the yard? We need to get some exercise. I'm going to work on the garden. After that, I think we should do some basic cleaning."
"Ugh, fine." Jaxson moans as he stands up, turning the TV off.
"You know you can play with the dog as well... that's exercise for the both of you."
"Bruh... Josefina doesn't need me to keep her in shape," Jaxson rolls his eyes. "That wannabe Chihuahua gets plenty of exercise harassing the cats."
Putting her hands on her hips, "Well, I"m sure Inky and Blinky would appreciate it if Jose is exhausted because her human uncle wore her out."
Standing up, "I doubt that. But I'm sure they would appreciate the human being too tired to move when they try to sleep on him."
"Then they'll still be happy. Now, come on. Let's get the yard work done."
"You know... the main benefit of doing yard work is?"
"You'll feel better having moved around?"
"I'll sweat so much that it'll start to destroy the hippie stench on these clothes."
Robyn chuckles, "You never seem to mind the 'hippie stench' when it's on my female friends."
Walking past his sister, "That's because hippie chicks are fucking sexy once you hose them off," Jaxson snarks. Robyn gives him a look of confused disbelief.
Day 6
"Jax, we need to finish that list of shit from yesterday. We didn't get the cleaning done."
"What? We cleaned the hell out of the yard, patio, the driveway, front yard, your car..." he rambles.
"I meant cleaning inside of the house, dummy." Robyn interrupts him. She pulls her mouth to the side to try to hide her frown.
Turning to her, Jaxson sees the odd expression on her face. He remembers his last girlfriend, and how that face was a challenge to make her happy, which was always rewarded pleasurably. Once the thought takes shapes, he blinks fast and hard. "Ok! Ok! I'll get the litter first. Then the rest of the bathroom," Jaxson declares as he rushes towards the bathroom.
Robyn's face relaxes before changing to a smile. "Thanks, Jax. I've always hated that chore. By the way, I think that your soap and shampoo are supposed to arrive today."
Trying to ignore the random association with his ex-girlfriend, "Good. I'm tired of smelling like a girl."
***
A few hours later, Robyn is getting sandwiches together for lunch. "Hey, Jax! What do you want to go with the sandwiches, buddy?"
Jaxson follows her voice into the kitchen. "Honestly, I want a burger. But, I know that you're making lunch from..." Jaxson comes to a complete halt when he sees Robyn's ass as she's bent over looting around in the refrigerator. He involuntarily licks his lips and pulls his lower lip into his mouth (because "it's not sexy if a dude bites his lip even if looks the same on a chick.") as he watches her ass move around, displaying her Daisy Dukes clad vulva. He can see a hint of the bikini that she's wearing through the leg.
"From what? Damn it, Jax. I need complete sentences," Robyn shoots back at her brother. Closing the refrigerator's enough to glance at her brother, she squints at him. "You need to finish your sentence. And, you still haven't answered the question. What do you want for a side with the sandwich?"
Jaxson forces himself to swallow as he watches his sister move around the kitchen in the revealing denim shorts and thin white t-shirt that does nothing to hide the outline of swimwear top. "Whatever is fine, Rob. Potato chips, potato salad, coleslaw, green beans..." he says while restraining from saying 'you.' "You're making lunch, I trust you."
Robyn stares at him. "Then wash your hands. We're having leftover pasta salad." She watches him closely as he washes up in the kitchen sink. After washing his hands, Robyn sees him sniff himself briefly before he yanks his shirt off of himself revealing his chest.
She feels the twitch in her gut and crotch. Thinking to herself // I wonder if he has these stupid cravings that I've been having... Gods, he does look tasty. //
Jaxson sits down at the table without his shirt thinking to himself, //If she can strut around in next to nothing, so can I... //
Day 9
Jaxson finished emailing his last assignments to his professors. He powers off the laptop, and stands up. Stretching his back, he idly wonders what day of the week it is. Looking at the calendar on the wall, it's Saturday. //Oh, boy. This shit going to fuck with my head. I'm starting to lose track of the day of the week.// Jaxson heads down the short hall to the common room. Glancing over at the couch, he sees a woman sleeping with her back to him. //Dafuq? What is she doing here?//
Rushing over to the couch, he shakes her shoulder. "Ashley! What are you doing here? You've got to go before my sister sees you," he growls at her. The woman groans. "Seriously, Ashley! You've got to go. Robyn's going to be pissed that you're here. Quarantine and all. And she hates you."
The woman mutters at Jaxson, "I know I hate the dumb cunt that gas-lit you on the daily. My question is why are you calling me by her name?" Robyn glares at her brother.
"Rob? Shit. I'm sorry. I don't know why I confused you for her." Jaxson apologizes.
Feeling insulted, she growls, "We look nothing alike, Jax."
"Um... I wouldn't go that far, dude," he replies sheepishly.
Taken aback for a moment, "Oh? Does she have technicolor hair, this many tattoos, or piercings?" she snarks at him.
Uncomfortably, Jaxson responds, "Once you take all of that out... you do look amazingly like her. You even smell the same when you don't wear perfume. Um... I'm going to go finish the laundry." Jaxson scurries out of the room.
Day 14
Robyn finishes bringing all of the groceries into the kitchen from the car. She calls out, "Brian! Come in here and help me put the groceries up."
Jaxson walks into the kitchen and asks, "Who are you talking to, Rob?"
Chuckling and looking over her shoulder, Robyn replies, "You silly. Or did you forget that you've been crashing at your girlfriend's house." Jaxson looks at her confused. He walks up behind her as she empty bags onto the counter top. He grasps her shoulders to turn her around. Robyn softly moans, "That feels good." Closing her eyes, she allows herself to be turned around. "It's been too long since you've touched me." Opening her eyes, "Jax, what are you doing here?"
Not even bothering to hide the worry and confusion in his face and voice. "I'm quarantined here with you until the governor changes their mind. Remember?"
"Bri?" Robyn asks tentatively. "Jax?" she asks while blinking hard.
"Asshole's not here, Rob."
"Shit. I'm sorry, buddy. I got confused," she explains as she gently rubs his right arm that still holding her shoulder. "I guess the stress from this stupid pandemic is messing with my head. My trip to the grocery was chaotic. I think that probably triggered my memories of being with Brian." She leans in and hugs him. Resting her head on her shoulder, she says, "I'm not enjoying this lock down. We've been cooped up to long."
Not wanting to admit that he is enjoying the physical contact. "I hear ya. We need to figure out how to stay sane while we're waiting for them to lift the orders. Jaxson feels Robyn's breast rubs against his chest as they gently embrace each other. Robyn sighs slowly, and drags her cheek across his shoulder. Jaxson feels her lip piercings glide across his skin. After a a full two minutes, they break their hold of each other, and return to their chores and daily activities.
***
"Hey, Jax! Can you get the door? I'm expecting a package," Robyn shouts from the bathroom.
"Sure," he hollers back and walks to the entrance of the house. Opening the door, he doesn't see anything from online retailers. He looks up and sees the Sargent that pulled his sister over two weeks ago standing 10 feet away. Confused, he asks, "Can I help you, sir?"
"Yes, you can young man. Can you get Robyn Kravitz to show herself?" the officer flatly demands. There is no hint of the words being intended to be a question.
"Hey, Rob!" Jaxson yells without turning his head. "You might want to come to the door yourself. There's no package."
After a minute, Robyn walks to the door, and sees the officer. "What's going on?" she asks with a confused look on her face.
"Nothing now, young lady," the Sargent responds. "I received a report that you left the house."
"Yeah," she snarks back at the Sargent. "I needed to get groceries. And look for toilet paper, soap, and other shit. Am I not allowed to go get essentials?" she challenges the cop.
"You're fine. I was just checking to make sure that you came home, within a reasonable amount of time."
Robyn glares at him."I'm home. Please leave. Sir." she says heatedly. The officer tips his hat and turns around. "What the fuck is their problem, Jax? Let me know if they come by again. I'll call the station and ask about the purpose of these surprise visits."
Day 17
Jaxson walks into the kitchen, dripping in sweat from doing yard work for the past two hours. He pulls a bottle of water out of the fridge. He starts chugging the cold water, as he stands in front of the chilled air spilling out of the appliance. He watches his sister walk by is a turquoise colored string bikini with a towel over her shoulder. Not for the first time in the past weeks, Jaxson notices the fluid motion of Robyn's muscles. He pays attention to the smooth and creamy texture of her skin.
"Have you finished mowing the lawn, buddy?" she asks as she reaches the door of the refrigerator. He continues to stare at her as she closes the distance between them.
"Wha... uh, yes. The lawn's done. I'm getting ready to work on the garden." Jaxson quietly replies. Robyn squeezes past him into the fridge to pick up a couple of water bottles.
In a breathy voice, Robyn says, "Thanks, buddy." As she heads out the door, he watches her strut, exaggerating the swinging of her hips. "I'm just going to to get a bit of sun. You don't need to worry since everyone is supposed to be inside," she says with a half grin.
Uh huh." he mutters. After finishing his drink, he returns outside a few minutes later to see Robyn sprawled out on her towel in the middle of the small yard. Jaxson soaks in the view. Robyn is quietly laying in the brightest part of the yard, away from the shadows of the trees and fence. Her small breasts gently rise and fall with her breath. Her smooth stomach is on full display. Jaxson intently observes how she has a slight swell to her stomach. //Not a six pack, but ... fucking tasty.// he thinks before shaking his head, reminding himself that he's starting to lust over his older sister. He then paces around the yard, making mental notes of the privacy fence. Desperately, Jaxson wills his dick to relax and go down. He takes photos of the boards that need to be replace with his phone. He then assesses which sections need to have landscaping improvements in order to provide better privacy.
Robyn hears him moving around the parts of the yard that are definitely not the vegetable garden. She rolls her head around until she sees him through her dark sunglasses. She watches him stomp around the perimeter of the yard, muttering to himself. Rolling over onto her stomach, she rests her chin on her forearms.
//I'm not supposed to enjoy watching him move around,// she reminds herself. //But it's so hard. It's getting onto five weeks since I've had a man pay attention to me. And he looks good.// Robyn sighs. //Even if he is my little brother, he's attractive. Well, maybe not my 'little' brother, but definitely my younger brother.//
"Hey, buddy," she calls, "If you're going to make so much noise and keep me awake, could you at least put some sunscreen on my back for me? Please?"
"Huh?" Jaxson snaps back to reality looking at where his sister is sun bathing in the backyard. "Uh, yeah, sure," he answers, as he puts his phone away. Kneeling down next to her, he picks up the bottle to squirt some of the lotion into his hands. Robyn reaches behind herself and pulls the strings of her top loose, and gathers her hair to her left side of her head. Jaxson blinks a couple of times as he watches this play out in front of his eyes. Once she looks like she has settled into a comfortable position, he nervously tries to figure out how he's doing to do this without getting aroused. He begins to spread the sunscreen around the soft and warm skin of her back and shoulders. He gulps as he massages the lotion into her supple and pliant skin. He can feel his erection hardening as he continues to rub more of the lotion in. He observes how her curves gently flare as he moves lower down her back. Robyn is cooing and mewing as he fulfills his promise. His breath hitches as he struggles to not enjoy the contact.
After finishing her shoulders, upper, and lower back, Jaxson hears her breathing heavier. "Lower," she pants.
"That would be your ass, Rob." He says unsure of himself. Looking at her tight ass, he licks his lips. //Ugh, why does it have to be so tempting? How does she not know that I'm fucking lusting after her ass?// he wonders.
"Mmhmm. It would be," she quietly moans. "Please?" she pleads.
"Um..." he grunts as he squirts more lotion into his hands. Hesitantly he slowly works the lotion into her skin. Gripping the muscles of her taut ass through the elastic skin, Jaxson blinks rapidly trying to keep the impure thoughts from his mind. //I bet... that she... wouldn't notice if I... cop a small feel.// he justifies to himself. He slips his fingers underneath the edges of the fabric. She groans as he works her flesh around in his hands.
Her hand leaps out and grabs his thigh, squeezing it hard. "Fuck, Bri! That feels so fucking good. Why haven't you touched me in two months?!?" Robyn demands.
"Because you broke up with him two months ago, Rob." Jaxson replies sheepishly. Recognizing the voice sends her whirling her head around to look at her brother, her eyes pop. From the initial look at his face, her gaze drops to where her hand is. Grabbing his upper thigh next to his crotch, the view of her hand on him triggers her arousal.
//Huh?? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I almost grabbed his dick! I intended to grab his dick! Fuck! Think quick, stupid! And let go of his leg!// she internally berates herself. Instead of letting go, she squeezes his thigh and slides her hand further up. Eyes wide open, she watches the rebellious act of her hand, feeling her sex lubricate itself. //Fuuuuuuuuck... my body wants him! I've got to stop touching him!//
Reluctantly, Robyn pulls her hand away from Jaxson. She drags her fingertips down his inner thigh. //I'm going to all seven hells for this.// Jaxson shifts his body away from her and slowly stands up. Robyn feels a creeping dread enter her lungs. The dread turns to relief the instant that she sees the bulge in the front of his jeans. Internally sighing, //I'm not the only one struggling. How much longer is this going to last? I don't know how much longer I can go without acting out.// She watches him go back inside of the house. Once the door closes, she exhales and lets the tension in her muscles schluf off.
***
At dinner, Robyn and Jaxson quietly eat dinner at the kitchen table. Both of them lost in their own thoughts. Jaxson is poking his potatoes with his fork. They have both been avoiding each other since the incident in the backyard.
"Seriously. Why do you call me 'buddy?' I know that it's the pet name that you have for me... but it feels so intentionally impersonal." Jaxson asks out of the blue.
"Uh? What?" Robyn mutters around a bite of food, taken aback by the bluntness of the question.
Turning to look at her, Jaxson asks again, "Why do you call me 'buddy?"
"I, um, I, uh..." Robyn stutters with a loss of words. Jaxson watches her intently. "I, um, I, um, I ... don't think you'd like the reason, Jax. Besides it's harmless enough." She attempts to go back to eating the baked chicken.
"So is Earth," he snarks, "Mostly harmless. Answer the question. Why do you call me 'buddy?' You've only started to do that recently."
Shrugging, "I thought it was time for you to have a pet name," she responds. Jaxson continues to stare at her. "You know that it's rude to stare at someone."
"It's also rude to dodge a question without giving a reasonable answer."
Robyn sighs aggressively. "Fine. You want to know why?" she demands. He nods affirmatively. "I almost called you 'baby' just before the pandemic because you did something that made me think of Brian. And how it should have been him. Satisfied?" Robyn huffed.
"What did I do exactly?" Jaxson asks turning his head to give her side eye.
"Well... remember that wreck I was in?" she asked. He nodded. "And how you came to my rescue?" He nods again. "And you held me until I calmed down and finished shaking and crying?" Jaxson motions his hand for her to continue. "That. You took the sting out of something that could have become traumatic. I felt like goo in your arms." Robyn looks off to the side. "Your heartbeat, your breathe, the physical support of your arms, your fucking smell... I. I got. Fuuuck. Gods damn it. * huff* I got wet. I got wet over what my brother did for me." Jaxson blinks rapidly in confusion. "And now I can't help but to get a little excited whenever I see you," she says quietly to the floor. "I... I'm done with dinner." she says abruptly and stands up. Jaxson watches her gym short clad ass walk away into her bedroom. She slams the door. Jaxson gets up and cleans up the meal.
//What. The. Fuck. Is happening to us? The damned quarantine is seriously messing with our heads.// he thinks as he cleans up the dishes and puts away the leftovers.
Day 21
Jaxson and Robyn have been intentionally avoiding being in the same room. They have been going to their separate bedrooms when the other needs to use the bathroom or to eat. They continue to cook meals for each other, finish chores like the laundry and the dishes when the other has given enough to finish the loads, and leave behind necessities like mail, groceries, and notes to communicate.
Jaxson did not hear Robyn go to the bathroom to shower. He left his bedroom to get a snack and drink. On his way back from the kitchen to his room, he sees Robyn standing in a towel wrapped around her torso in the open bathroom door. Her eyes are wide as she sees him looking at her. Jaxson sees her breathing speed up. She snatches the towel closer to her body around her waist as she bolts for her bedroom door. Her unicorn themed colored hair trails behind her as she sprints the few yards to her target door.
As the bedroom door slams, Jaxson notices that he has been holding his breath and the uncomfortable pressure on his dick as it pushes out against his jeans. He gasps and finishes his short walk to his room. Once inside, he sets aside his food and gathers pen and paper to draft a note to his sister.
***
Two hours later as the sun climbs to its zenith, Jaxson slides a folded note under Robyn's bedroom door. Robyn hears the noise of him sliding the note under the door. Seeing the paper, she gently gets up from her bed. Noting that she is still wearing her gross sweat pants and one of the recently purchased band shirt she purloined from Jaxson's laundry, Robyn tiptoes over to the paper as quietly as possible. She unfolds the paper as quietly as she can. Jaxson's sloppy handwriting is difficult to read in between the constant scribbling out of words and phrases. It roughly reads...
"Rob,
I'm sorry. I never thought that we would be in this type of situation. I think it's pretty obvious that we need physical distance between us. Being quarantined together is not going to work. I'm be out of your hair by noon. I'll take my chances with the cops finding me.
I just want you to be safe. Be happy. Me being here is obviously a problem.
Things are not what they're supposed to be. I love you. You're the best sister that I could have ever hoped for. I don't want to that to change.
So, I've got to get out of here.
Um.. be safe. Or whatever they've been saying on TV, "Stay safe."
Once this is over, we can talk, and figure out everything then.
Love, Jax."
Not even bothering to reread the letter, Robyn panics. She runs out of her bedroom. In the back of her mind, she remembers that she is wearing a shirt that she stole from Jaxson. She knows that she is wearing it like a girlfriend that has been forced into maintaining distance from her boyfriend and that she dearly misses his touch. She does not care in this moment.
Sprinting to the front door, Robyn sees him opening the door. Flying past him to the side, she slams the door closed and shoves him back as hard as she can, using the door as an anchor to push from. They end up in a pile of splayed limbs and confused emotions on the floor of the front room. She is panting hard as she pushes herself up from the floor and her face from his chest.
"YOU ARE NOT FUCKING LEAVING!!" she screams in his face.. "YOU ARE NOT FUCKING ABANDONING ME TO COMPLETE ISOLATION AND MISERY!!" Robyn slaps him in the face as hard as she can from the awkward position she has over him. "FUCK YOU! IF YOU LOVE ME, YOU WILL STAY!" she continues to shout. Robyn starts to cry, "Please, Jax. Don't leave me. I love you too. I need you here. I need your help. I'm losing my shit. I've only made it through the past couple of days knowing that you're on the other side of the door, even if I don't get to see or hear you. Don't leave me." Robyn collapses into his chest, sobbing violently. "Brian left me with no choice by to kick him out. He violated my trust. He tried to violate me. I need someone that I can trust. Someone that I know loves me and wants to protect me." Robyn forcibly snuggles into Jaxson's chest and neck. "Don't leave me, Jax. Please. I honestly don't know if I can handle that."
To Robyn's surprise, she hears, "I don't know if could handle that as well. I'm freaking out... and I just want to you to be safe and happy. You don't need me perving over you."
Clumsily, she shoves her hand into his face while keeping her face buried in his chest. Eventually finding his mouth, she covers it with her hand. "Then just shut up, and hold me. I'm fucking scared... you almost left." she mutters into his chest. She continues crying. Her brother wraps his arms around her much smaller form. They lay there for several hours not saying anything, just enjoying being with each other, until they fall asleep.
Day 22
Jaxson wakes slowly. He realizes that he is still holding Robyn close to his chest. She snores gently. Her eyes are still an angry red and puffy form the long cry from the previous night. Jaxson struggles to sit up without waking her up. Slowly he gets up from the floor while still holding her. Once he's finally up, he carries her to her bed. After depositing her as gently as he can, he covers her with a light blanket.
// Is she wearing my Black Flag shirt? I wondered where that went.//
Jaxson slowly wanders himself into the shower. After bathing, he decides to go back to bed, his bed.
Robyn wakes up in a panic. //Fuck! Was that a dream? Did Jax leave me? What the fuck happened last night?// Robyn runs out of her room. She sees Jax's bag in front of the door. Looking out the window, she sees his car. Going to the bedroom that he's been using, she slowly opens the door as quietly as she can. Robyn sees him asleep on the bed, cuddling a pillow. The room smells like a fresh bath. On the top of the hamper, Robyn notices a wet towel.
Rubbing her neck and shoulders, //He almost left me last night.// Tears start to stream down her face. //But he stayed. He does love me. Maybe not the way I want him to, but he loves me.// She closes the door and heads to the kitchen. // If the only way that I'm getting him to stay is feeding him, then that's what I'll do.// Robyn proceeds to cook bacon and waffles to leave for him to find when he wakes up.
Day 26
Robyn paces her room. //Gods and Goddesses!! When the fuck is he going to talk to me?!?!// she thinks as she huffs. She reins in her anger. //He doesn't know that I'm losing my mind in here. We're trying to maintain distance... so I don't jump his bones.// she berates herself while pulling her hair. //Well... ok... just the one bone... that's not really a bone... FUCK!! Quit sexualizing him!//
*knock knock* Robyn jumps.
"Hey, Rob..." Jaxson says tentatively. "Thank you for breakfast. It was good. I'll make lunch. Text me or leave me a note what you want to eat." Before he finishes speaking, Robyn is leaning against the door, flexing her fingertips into the wood like she can rip it from the hinges and sighing with her cheek against the door.
//Oh.. the things I will do to ... NO, with you... once I get my hands on you... baby.//
Jaxson walks awkwardly back to his bedroom. Once inside, he throws his clothes off and furiously jerks off while smelling a baby doll t shirt of some random jam band that he stole from Robyn's dirty laundry basket. //I'm going to several hells for wanting to fuck her.// he acknowledges as his dick spurts its thick white fluid into the air.
***
A couple of hours later, Robyn is regarding her appearance in the bathroom mirror. //Gods damn it. My hair is starting to really look like shit. My roots are growing out and my dreads are looking messy because the roots are knotted up right.// she muses to herself. //This is an ugly look on me.// She starts to slowly unravel one dread. She watches gunk, dandruff, and random crud fall out of her hair as she untwists and separates the hair.
*knock knock* Robyn startles at the noise on the bathroom door. "Hey, sis. Are you ok?"
"Huh? Yeah, I'm ok. Why?'
"I heard you crying, Rob."
"Oh! I'm sorry. I'm taking out one of my dreads. They look like shit. And it's not like I'm going
to get a chance to go to the salon anytime soon." she explains to her brother.
"Ok. Let me know if you want help," he replies before walking away.
Opening the door quickly, forgetting that she is only wearing a towel, "You want to help me? I'd really appreciate it... ba... buddy," she offers hopefully.
Turing around, Jaxson sees her wrapped in a towel that barely covers her crotch and nipples. Turning his head, he accepts her offer, "Sure, Rob. I'll help you. But I think it might be best if you were wearing more clothes." He can feel the pressure in his jeans build.
Glancing down at herself and at his bulge, she smiles internally and keeps control of her breathing. "Deal. I'll meet you in the living room in a few? I'll bring some things that should help you with un-knotting my hair. It'd probably be best if you sat on the couch." Jaxson nods while still looking at the wall, before heading to the couch in the common room. //Goddesses! He's going to willingly touch me! He's going to help me with my hair. He's going to let me practically sit in his lap.
***
A few minutes later, she walks into the common room. Jaxson is dutifully sitting in the middle of the couch. Now dressed in Jaxson's Motorhead t shirt and a pair of gym shorts, she quietly pads over to him. She unloads her arms full of hair conditioners, hair picks, combs, chopsticks, and hair ties onto the couch next to him. She settles down onto the floor in between his knees. Robyn quickly explains the process of undoing the dreads so that as much of her hair can be salvaged.
For the next hour, Robyn works on the dreads on the front of her head while Jaxson works on the back of her head. He regularly applies conditioners to her hair and scalp. His back starts to cramp from leaning forward.
"Hey, Rob. Can I sit on the floor with you. It won't hurt my back as much," he asks.
Her breathe catches in her throat. "Yeah, sure. Of course, ba... buddy." She scoots forward to allow him to slide down behind her. She hears a few noises as he preps himself.
"Lift your butt, Rob," she hears him instruct her. She lifts herself up by pushing down with her hands. She feels a pillow pushed under her butt. Settling back in, Robyn leans back into her brother's warm chest. He hands her the TV remote control. "Pick something for us to watch. We might at this for a while," his voice rumbles. Robyn picks out a mockumentary series about police investigations.
After several more hours, Robyn is gently woken up by Jaxson, "Ok, darling. Time for you to take a shower and go to bed. There's crap all over both of us." She feels his fingers fun through her hair gently. She feels a thrill go through her body, and rolls her head to the side to look at him. His warm brown eyes look down at her and she feels her sex gather humidity as she wonders what his lips taste like. "We'll need to finish this up later. It might takes us a couple of days." She pushes her scalp further into his hand. She does not want to let the physical contact end. She feels his flesh starting to push into her lower back.
//Fuck! Does she know what she's doing to me?// he wonders silently. // I'm getting the worst? Best? View of her tits, her neck... Gods, look at those 'come fuck me' eyes... Shit, I'm getting hard!//
Jaxson fumbles his way out from behind Robyn. His dick is pulsing with desire. Robyn does not help him escape. She unconsciously presses her body further into his and feels it slide against her. She feels a slight quiver.
//Oh Goddesses! I want him. Please let me have one guilt free night with him! Guilt free for the both of us!// She thinks as she ponders upon what depraved acts that she wants to complete with him. Reluctantly, Robyn gets up and walks to the bathroom.
After stripping off her clothes, she examines herself in the mirror. //Yeah, I need to start exercising if I'm going to get what I want.// Climbing into the shower, Robyn quickly rinses off and washes the debris and detritus from her newly liberated hair. While waiting for the conditioners to take effect on her hair, she lazily runs her fingers through her bushy pubic hair. // I need to deal with that soon. But not tonight. He'll worry about what I'm doing if I take too long.//
After she retreats into her bedroom, she hears the shower start again as Jaxson washes the gunk and crud from his body that fell out of her dreads. She lays down on her bed, still not having dressed for sleep. She listens to the water softly splash in the shower stall on the other side of the wall. Once again, she starts to explore her sex with her fingers. Running a fingertip across the wet opening of her vulva, she teases herself. She slowly slides her index and middle fingers into her opening wishing it was Jaxson stimulating her. Her thumb lightly presses on her clit. Stroking the inside of her vagina with her fingertips, she moans. Robyn quickly speeds up the pace to a pummelingly fast pace. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, Jaaaaaaaaxsooooon! Fuuuuuuuck meeeeee! OoooOoooh! Yeeeeessssss! Come in me. Come n me. FUUUUUUUUUUUCKING COOOOOOOOOME IIIINNNNN MMMMMEEEE!" Robyn screams at the top of her lungs.
Jaxson's masturbatory session to the imagined fantasy of railing his dick into his older sister is interrupted. After staring at the wall, he quickly washes his body and dick off, watching the soap suds circle the drain. Confused, he gingerly steps out of the shower. He can still hear Robyn moaning his name, and making soft pleas to continue to "fuck" her harder.
Once in bed, his dick is throbbing painfully. When Robyn's voice finally stops, he cums into his sheets, without touching himself. //I'm so going to several hells. I want to impregnate her... I am so sick.//
Day 30
Jaxson and Robyn have finally finished unraveling her pastel dreads. Once the last dread is broken and separated, Robyn whips around wrapping her lithe body around Jaxson. She whispers her thanks into the crook between his shoulder and neck.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank..." she mutters before dragging her tongue across the base of his neck. Panting, she lifts her head up to look him directly in the eyes. Lust and desire pours out of her light green eyes as her gaze bores into his soul. "THANK. YOU. You deserve so much for this," she says heatedly while refusing to let him look elsewhere. "Once I figure out how to thank you... I WILL!"
Jaxson slowly extricates himself from her grasp. Feeling her burning gaze, he slowly walks to the bathroom. Once inside, he beats his meat as quickly and silently as possible. His jizz spews into the bathtub in a painful torrent. //I'm not supposed to want to fuck the ever living shit out of her.//
Day 33
Jaxson wakes up to a face full of hair. He slowly drags the hair out of his face. //Damn it, Ashley. Quit trying to suffocate me.// He feels hardened nipples against his skin. //Fucking hell, she knows how to turn me on. Wish she was awake, so we could play together, and have fun.// he thinks as he shifts his body to look upon her. His erection is throbbing, as he enjoys the smell of 'sexy bitch.'
His blood chills quickly once he sees the spliff smoking dragon tattoo on the shoulder of the woman cuddling him. //Oh No! It's not possible!// he panics in his mind. He lifts the hair that was previously in his face. It is a mousy brown interspersed with faded pastel pink, faded lavender, and faded turquoise. He realizes that the hair was previously bound up in braids / dreadlocks. Emotionally, he panics, but his libido screams to full awareness. His erection is fully rampant and hungry.
Robyn is sprawled across his chest with her left hand curled into the short hair on his scalp. Getting a quick glimpse of her face, it is a face of contentment, happiness, and fulfillment. As he slowly drags himself out from underneath her prostate body, he notices the wet spot on his thigh that was in between her legs. //We can't keep doing this.//
As he waits for the water to warm up for his shower, he stares at the thick creamy colored goo lodged in the hairs on his leg. Absent minded, he scoops it up with a finger. Staring at it, he slowly pushes it into his mouth. //Mmmm, she tastes good. Even stale.// Jaxson quickly showers as he can hear her waking up.
***
//WHAT. THE. FUCK. WHY AM I IN HIS BED!!// Robyn panics. //Oh, fuck! I came in here last night! I promised myself I wouldn't do that! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... he's in the shower. I can escape and pretend that it didn't happen.// Robyn slinks out of the bed and back into her bedroom. She hates her body's reaction to being in his bed. //Stupid vagina! You're not supposed to want our brother in you!// She lays down to get some more sleep.
***
The siblings go about their daily chores as they had agreed upon through written correspondence the previous day. They eat all of their meals with each other, as agreed upon. After dinner, Jaxson quietly states, "I'm willing to have a movie night with you if you want. I think it might help us reconnect... as... brother and sister... if you..."
"YES! DEFINITELY YES! WE SHOULD!" Robyn responds slamming her hands on the table. "We need to do normal sibling stuff!" She is panting as she shouts her response.
Jaxson is trying his hardest to not show his arousal at her response. //Dude, don't get hard. Don't get excited. She's just desperate for us to get back to normal.// "Ok, I just need to finish the laundry. You want to go pick the movie?" he asks tentatively.
"Yes. Yes. Yes, I'll pick the movie. I'll pick a good one. One we haven't seen. One that my friends have recommended." She rambles as she sprints to the common room to get distance from him. Her nostrils are filled with his scent. //FUUUUUUUUUCK. I want him...// Her gut roils as her sex rebels against her, screaming its desire to be close to Jaxson.
Jaxson mindlessly folds the laundry in an attempt to clear his head from the failed attempt to be nice and still maintain physical distance from Robyn. He folds both of their shirts and jeans without thought. His mind starts to focus on her sexuality as he folds her panties. Struggling to stay focused, he forcibly ignores that fact that he's touching her underwear. His mind lost focus when he got to her bras. He could no longer ignore the sexual nature of the clothing as he felt the formed shape of the garments. The panties were relatively formless versus the intentional formed shape of the bras. His attention wandered down to the items in his hands. He remembered the soft feel of her lovers' bodies as he felt the bras in his hands. He looked at the items, paying attention tot he tags. 28 B. //Is she really that small? Nooo... she felt so much bigger when she was sitting in my lap a few days ago. There's no way that Robyn is that tiny...// Jaxson started panting remembering how she smelled after her showering... how soft she felt in his arms... how warm she felt sitting in between his legs... //urrr... not enough time to jerk off.// Jaxson tosses the bra on top of the laundry basket, and walks away.
***
Jaxson and Robyn lay on the couch together. She lays in front of him enjoying the awkward hard-on that is pressing into her thighs. She occasionally turns her head to look at him in the face. She smiles at his look of confusion. He secretly thrills as she squirms her tight ass against his turgid cock. He kisses the base of her ear when she turns back to watch to television screen.
"If you keep doing that, you're going to make me cum in my pants, Jax," she mutters.
"If you keep squirming, you're going to make me cum in between your legs," he snarks back.
"A girl could get use to that," she replies dreamily.
"Good thing that you're a woman then."
"You do understand that women have higher expectations, right?"
"Yup," he pants. "Just as you understand that a grown man has certain needs."
"Mmmm... I can't wait to get a hold of a proper man to fulfill his needs."
Day 34
Robyn wakes up laying on top of Jaxson. Opening her eyes, //I want him.// she thinks as she nibbles her lips. // Seriously, if it was any other man... I would have already had seven or eight loads of his cum in me. Why am I holding off? He obviously wants me. He wouldn't be holding me like this if he didn't. By 'little' brother wants to fuck me. And I want to let him... my body is begging for him to.// Robyn slowly climbs off of him to head to the bathroom.
***
At dinner, Robyn constantly looks him up and over thinking about how she much she enjoys waking up next to him. Unexpectedly, Jaxson states, "Robbie, we can't keep going to sleep together. Something will eventually happen. We need to keep the strength in our relationship."
"What do you mean?" she asks angrily while looking at him from the side of her view.
Staring at his salmon filet and asparagus, "If we keep sleeping in the same bed... we're going to eventually... *sigh* we're going to have sex. I love you too much to lose you. You can't just be a one night stand, even if we're quarantined.
//If I fuck you, it won't be a one night stand, asshole!!// she thinks to herself angrily. Robyn slams her utensils down on the table and storms off to her bedroom.
Confused, Jaxson cleans up the dinner table. Eventually, he goes to bed still trying to figure out what happened during dinner.
Day 35
Jaxson wakes up naked. //When the hell did I kick off all of my clothes?// He hears the shower running. He swears that he can smell Robyn's perfume on his pillow. //I must be losing my mind. I could have sworn that Rob was in here with me last night.//
Day 36
Jaxson wakes up with Robyn staring at his face. Her easy smile shines at him from atop her crossed hands on his chest. His dick instantly begins to engorge with blood. He starts to pant as he stares into those gentle light green eyes.
"Are you ok, buddy?" she asks softly. "I just wanted to make sure that you are feeling ok. You haven't said a whole lot to me the past couple of days." Robyn pulls a hand from under her chin to run her fingers through his hair. "I miss talking to you, baby. It's been so easy to talk to you. Even when it's a tough thing to talk about."
Swallowing hard, "Yeah? Like what?"
"The problems I've had with getting my meds." She says evenly. "You were there to help keep me calm yesterday when I was about to go off on the nurse at the doctor's office. You're sooooo soothing. Do you know that? You help keep me sane." she lays her head on his bare chest.
//When did I lose my shirt?// he wonders. //Fuck, if she keeps this up, I won't be able to control myself... Fuuuuuuuck... Dad was right a 21 year old's libido is dangerous.//
"I love you," Robyn whispers.
"I love you, Rob." he responds without thinking.
"But do you love me the same way that I love you?" she kisses his chest. She rolls off of him and wanders off.
//For fucking gods sakes!! If she wiggles that ass in front of me one more time!!...//
Day 38
Robyn wakes up with Jaxson pressed up against her back. His erection pushing into her thighs. //If I was any taller, his dick would be poking me in the ass... That would be nice though.// She thinks as she pulls his right hand over her. //Tits or pussy? Where should it go so that he can wake up coping a nice feel?// She slides his hand up her chest and underneath her bra. //This is something more natural for him to do. He just needs to give it up... we both want each other. *sigh* I wish he would just accept his natural desires and his love for me.//
***
Jaxson wakes up with a warm breast in his palm. Once it's obvious where his hand is, he tries to not flex his hand. Robyn's nipple responds to his attention. As he tries to slide his hand away, it catches in the bra cup.
Licking his lips, //For. Fucks. Sake. How am I getting my ass into these situations? I know that I want to fuck her, but SERIOUSLY, how do I not have better control over myself... Fuck it.// Jaxson gently massages Robyn's breast. //Gods, she feels good. I never thought my sister's small tits would feel soooooo good in my hands.// He can feel his dick stir and fill out, eventually poking in between her thighs. //Gotta stop. This is getting rapey.// Jaxson slowly removes himself from sister's clothing and the bed.
//NNNNNuuugh. DON'T STOP TOUCHING ME! Asshole.//
Robyn sits down in Jaxson's lap while he's watching TV that evening. She wraps her arms around his neck and nestles her head into his shoulder. She waits until she can feel his erection poking her leg to ask, "Jax do you think that I'm pretty?" She does not make any move to look at his face for a reaction.
"Yes, of course, you're pretty, Rob," Jaxson replies without hesitation.
"Do I smell good?" she pushes her questions further.
Inhaling the scent of her freshly washed hair, "Yes, you do."
"Does it feel nice to have me in your arms?"
"Huh? What?" he asks befuddled. He gently pulls her face up to look at him. "What do you mean?"
"Does it feel nice to have me in your arms? Do you like holding me, Jax?"
"You're making this weird, Rob." he responds. Letting go of her face, he squeezes her more tightly to his chest.
Smelling his skin, she sighs. //Fuck it. I'mma going to do it.// She kisses his neck gently and then gives him a long lick from his collarbone to his chin. Jaxson freezes. His dick throbs painfully.
She shifts her position so that she is straddling him, and eases her body down onto his. A mess of mousy brown hair with unicorn color streaks fills his view. Jaxson can feel her hands running up and down his chest. She reaches the bottom hem of his shirt, and lifts it up, pressing her stomach into his. She starts to nibble on his ears. His dick continues its painful throbbing, screaming to be released to get closer to the waves of humid heat radiating out towards it.
"Rob?" he asks tentatively.
"Yes?" she responds breathy in his ear. "Yes, Jax?" she sucks on his earlobe. Her hand reaches his waist and starts to unravel the knot keeping his short on him.
"I... don't think... I ... we shouldn't be doing this..." he mumbles despite his wanton desire to start ripping clothes off of them both.
"Should and can... are two different things, baby.'' she whispers. "What do you want to do?"
"Not regret this in the morning. That's what I want, Robbie."
Shifting again and lowering her head to his chest, she presses her smile against his chest. "Regret what? Baby?" she asks being intentionally obtuse. She finally gets his shorts undone, and starts tugging them down. He lifts his ass to accommodate her. Once the fabric is at his knees, he allow it to fall to the floor.
Jaxson relishes the sensation of the fresh air around his turgid erection. He pants for a few seconds before his hands flash around her body. He roughly frees her body from the cloth that is shielding her from his flesh. Robyn is momentarily confused as she is suddenly naked on top of her equally naked brother. He is fully laying down on the couch as he bodily lifts her up to his face. She desperately tries to maintain her balance as her crotch is suddenly within reach of his tongue. Feeling the wet lick up her vaginal opening, she shudders.
//Fuuuuck! That feels good. Better than I imagined.// she realizes. Looking down at his face. She can't see his nose through her overgrown pubic hair. Jaxson probes his tongue into her flesh. Robyn's body shudders once again. His hands are holding her waist down so that he can continues to drink from her fountain. Robyn braces herself against the arm of the couch. As she feels her sexual fluids speed up and become more abundant. She tries to stay focused on his face as he continues to pummel her flesh with his tongue and lips. She particularly enjoys him sucking on her pussy lips and clitoris.
Her moans begin to till the small common room. One of his hands slowly creeps up to her breasts. Cupping her breast, he gently pinches her nipple. Gasping, she release a small flood onto his face. Once she catches her breathe again, she pushes down on his forehead, huffing, "Let go, baby. Let go." He quizzically looks at her from his vantage point, and smiles into her pussy.
She quickly slides down his torso. She then holds herself above his flagpole cock. Grasping his dick she lowers herself down onto him, impaling herself on his manhood. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she declares, "This! This is what I want." She continues to lower herself slowly so that she can enjoy every inch of him. "I've been... huunngh... desiring this... fat dick... *whimper*... for days, Jax." She stops to relax her muscles once he is fully sheathed in her. He gently grabs her waist again.
"We're not stopping until we're both done," he states with a huge grin on his face. She leans froward and kisses him.
He slowly begins to slide in and out of her most intimate of places. She groans into his mouth, "Fuck me, Jax. Make me happy." She tries to lift herself up a little, only to be slammed back down on his him by his hands.
Rolling her hips as he glides in and out of her pussy. He groans slightly. Every down strokes, she grinds her clit into his crotch. She uses the back of the couch to lift herself further up so that she is straight up from him.
They speed up the pistoning of their illicit love making. As they speed up, words become to difficult to speak. As she gets closer, she flips her hair out of the way, so that she can look him directly in the eyes. Their eyes lock onto each other. Jax continues to push up into her as she drops her weight onto him. Her eyes pop open and her jaw falls completely open as waves of pleasure ripple through her. Her vaginal walls clamp down onto the intruding member and tries to milk it for all it's worth. Jax's eyes slam shut and his jaw clenches as he feels his balls tighten in preparation for release. Robyn's body continues to convulse and shake. Jaxson suddenly snatches her and pulls her down to his chest. He thrust up furiously and feels his cum erupt into his older sister's sex. He slowly reopens his eyes as he continues to spray the thick white viscous seed into her womb.
After laying there for several minutes just string at each other, feeling the sweat drip down their bodies to be soaked up by the couch, they gently kiss. As they recover, they run their fingers through their respective lover's hair.
Day 39
Jaxson wakes up to a sticky mess on his crotch and a sweaty but oddly pleasantly smelling woman laying on top of him. He remembers where the sticky mess caked on his 'boys' came from. Leaking out of Robyn's pussy after he spewed his genetic load into her. He slowly and gently sits up and carries her into her bedroom.
After depositing her on her bed, he goes to the bathroom to clean up. A quick shower later, he is in Robyn's bedroom with a warm wet rag. He patiently cleans her crotch, legs, and stomach of the remaining cum. Jaxson then cleans the couch to the best of his ability. Finally, he returns to her bed and crawls in next to her to cuddle.
***
Robyn stirs from her sleep wrapped up in Jaxson's arms. Looking around, she recognizes that she's in her room, not the living room. //Was all of that a dream?// She runs her fingers through her bush hoping for evidence of the bast sex of her life. //Gods damn it! It was a dream. I have to try harder. I need him in me!// She startles when his hand caresses her and his finger tickles her clit.
"Morning, gorgeous." he mutters into her hair. "How are you feeling? Do you regret what we did?"
Spinning to look at him, "Whaaa?... we did... it?" she asks dumbfoundedly.
"You don't remember?" Jaxson asks in a hurt voice.
The biggest, toothiest, and sex crazed smile that she has ever felt creases her face. "Thank you, I needed that. I was worried it was a dream."
"Not a dream. We fucked our brains out. For at least an hour and a half. You rid me like a champion bull rider." he grinned at her while explaining.
"And then you cleaning me up?"
Confused, "Was I not supposed to?"She pulls him onto her, "Come him, daddy. I need a reminder!"
Kissing him passionately, she reaches between them to grabs his rapidly inflating dick. She drags the tip of his cock up and down her glistening cunt. Rolling her hips to position herself, Jaxson pushes forward. He is rewarded with a satisfied grunt, and more kisses. As he rocks in and out of her, Robyn locks her heels behind his ass to pull him further and deeper into her.
"Once... Once... I've had my fill of your dick... I'm going... going to gobble that lovely... *whimper* cock, and drink... all of you," she pants.
He wraps his hands under her to grab her shoulders so that he can thrust harder into her. "I'm going to eat the fucking pussy until... *grunt* pass out."
They waste no time in speeding up. Her lubricant splashes all over their legs and the bed underneath them. Slamming their bodies together, they enjoy the intimate act that society reserves for committed couples. They care not what anyone else would think of their relationship. They push themselves to the heights of carnal pleasure of their forbidden lust. They so want to watch the euphoric ecstasy wash over the other's face. Feeling the injection of sperm and semen flowing from one to the other.
Day 42
Jaxson walks into the bathroom to see Robyn shaving her pussy with one leg up on the sink. He wraps his arms around her from behind. "Baby, you don't need to do that. I honestly don't mind eating out her plush pussy," he whispers into her ear.
She stops momentarily to turn her head to kiss his softly, "You might not mind, but I do. I don't really like hair getting in my teeth," she says smoothly. "Besides you're next. You'll understand later, when I fuck your brains out again."
Day 49
Robyn is thrilled that Jaxson has finally felt more adventurous with their sex play. She moans quietly into the ball gag as he pushes up into her against the tree in the backyard. She wants to screams his name as he pants hotly on her neck. Her clit is being ground roughly between their bodies as he slips in and out of her soaked sex. He exalts in the sensation of her hard nipples rubbing against his chest. He can't stop repeatedly whisper to her, "I love you, Robyn, I love you, baby, I love you so much, Robbie!"
His body seizes as it prepares to shot more genetic material into her womb. Knowing that she has been protected by birth control for the past three weeks, the thought of having his baby excites her past the point of orgasm. Her body hungrily accepts his sexual fluids. Secretly she wishes for his baby to grow inside of her.
Grunting, he mutters, "Shit, baby, don't rip it off of me. I can't make you feel good again if it's no longer attached."
She smiles around the ball gag and nuzzles the side of his head affectionately. She purrs as she feels his seed enter her and then slowly drip down his shaft and her legs.
Day 53
Robyn walks into their shared bedroom after her shower. Jaxson is staring at his phone obviously upset. She quietly sits down next to him pulling an arm around him and resting her head against his shoulder.
"What's the matter, J?" she asks in the most comforting voice she can manage. She hates seeing him distraught.
"My downstairs neighbor just told me that I've been evicted for abandoning my apartment. The complex ignored by emails and voicemails that I was forcibly quarantined here and cannot return without risking arrest. The just auctioned off my stuff this morning," he explains quietly.
"I'm so sorry, baby. We can find a lawyer after the quarantine is over. Hopefully we can get your apartment and your stuff back," she says hopefully.
"The lawyer part sounds good. But I don't want to go back there. The stuff?" he shrugs. "I can buy more crap. I'm not that worried about it. It's just... sudden."
Robyn hugs him tightly. "What can sissy do for you?" she asks hoping for a positive idea.
Looking at her and brushing her hair behind her ear, "Just be you, ok? You know what big sister's are supposed to do," he says smiling.
"Hhmmmm... Which do you want. Me being me, or a proper big sister?"
Jaxson chuckles, "Those are the same."
With a huge dirty grin on her face, she slide around his body and gets on her knees in front of him, "Then one sloppy blowjob it is," she says as she pulls his hardening dick out of his boxers.
Day 60
Robyn stares at the home pregnancy test in her hands. //Oh shit. It really did happen! What is he going to say? Whatthefuck, whatthefuck, whatamIgoingtodo, whatamIgoingtodo?// Robyn panics in her mind. She throws the test stick into the trash, and leaves the bathroom. She just finished rinsing her mouth of the vomit.
As she walks into the kitchen, she steels herself for seeing Jaxson, the only lover that she has known for all of 2020. He is sitting at the kitchen table munching on cereal. He looks up, concerned. "Is your stomach still upset?" he asks.
"Yeah, I must have eaten something bad. At least it's not COVID." she tries to play it off.
"Ok, well, I got you some fruit and yogurt out if you're hungry. I'll go to the store later for some pickles and olives later. I can't have you getting dehydrated. Do you want me to get you some ice cream as well?" he asks thoughtfully.
Robyn's insides gets squishy, //How is it that the first man that takes my health seriously, is my brother? Especially after all the shit that we've been through?// she wonders. "Yes, that would be nice. Cookie dough, please?"
//I'm going to have to keep the pregnancy a secret as long as I can. I don't know how he'll react. Most likely he'll bolt and never talk to me ever again.// she worries.
***
Early November 2033
Robyn hurriedly finishes the birthday cake for Michael and Mikayla. Lance wanders into the kitchen upset, "Moooom! Oscar called me stupid!" He looks on the verge of tears.
Robyn sighs heavily, "Lance, darling. What did I tell you to do the last time that Oscar said that?"
"Ignore him, and think of a way to show him up?" the seven year old responds.
"Good. Now take that bowl of pasta salad out to Grandma," she instructs her child. Lance sniffles and does as he's told. Robyn follows her child out into the backyard carrying the cake, with the candles already lit.
Once she walks out the door, the gathered family and friends break out into the 'Happy Birthday' song for the 13 year old twins who are sitting in their respective Disney Princess and Viking decorated chairs. The brother and sister sing to each other as everyone else sings to them collectively. Their grandmother takes the pasta salad from the seven year old sibling as she sings. The children's Uncle Alix and Aunt Lillian herd the nine year old Oscar and carry the three year old Marissa to the singing and cake.
After Robyn sets the cake down on the table, the twins blow out the candles. Robyn's mother leans over to asks gruffly, "And WhErE iS tHe ChIlDrEn'S fAtHeR?"
"Chill, mom. He's on his way. He had to pick up the big gifts," Robyn replied smoothly.
"MmHmm," her mother grunts sarcastically.
The children proceed to parcel out the large sheet cake. The twins take joy in chasing each other around to smear pieces of confection into the other's face.
A cough interrupts the children's unnecessary destruction of food. "So, am I supposed to take these gifts back?" The twins' heads spin around.
In unison, they declare, "Noooo! Dad!"
"Then clean yourselves up. They're getting hungry." he orders his children. They look at him confused. Their grandfather walks into the yard behind their father with a 30 pound bag of puppy food. Michael and Mikayla's eyes get wide.
"You didn't!" the grandmother shouts incredulously and angrily. "And you helped him, you fucking asshole!" she shouts at her husband.
The grandfather shrugs, saying, "You had the same reaction when we did it for our kids. They kept those dogs alive and happy," as he sets down the bag of food. "See?" He points at the elderly dog shuffling up to Robyn. His wife huffs and crosses her arms.
A scant few minutes later after the twin's cleaned up, they're introduced to their new friends and responsibilities, golden and black Labradors.
"Are you sure about this honey?" Robyn asks her partner.
"Of course, I am. I was sure about you wasn't I?" he smirks at her before wrapping his arms around her.
Looking up at him, "There's no need to be an ass, Jaxson."
"Of course not, honey." He whispers into her ear as he rubs her pregnant belly. "I love you."