Quarantined with Kell, Part II - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part II

... life, not theirs. Plus, your mom isn’t that much older than me. She was no angel in her time. Someday I’ll tell you the stories you never heard.”

She repeated herself. “Can we try, please? Not for them, but for us?”

I had never understood the word ‘longing’ up until that point. I longed for Kell. I reached over and we kissed.

“Can I have just a little time to think. Like, just today?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said. She looked so sweet, so beautiful, her tightly curly red hair cascading around her green eyes and freckled face. I wanted her so badly.

I tore myself away.

“I’m running over to the storage space to make sure nothing was broken by the movers,” I said. “I’ll be back later this afternoon.”

“No problem. I’ll probably paint today.”

During the 45 minute drive to the storage space, I had way too much time to think, and that is never a good thing. So by the time I arrived at the storage space, I had convinced myself that the only real plan was Plan B – where I lived in the storage space for a few days until I found a new apartment.

The storage space was small and cold, but I didn’t have that much stuff and I was able to make just enough room to set up the bed. I could do this.

I lay down on the bed and lay my back against the concrete wall. I realized I would have to go back to Kell’s to get my laptop. But I had my phone for now and I could start my apartment search.

Except I noticed my phone was down to 25% because I hadn’t charged it ...

... last night. I had a charger in the car, but then I realized there were no outlets. What would I do when it got dark? Crap.

Plan B was falling apart already. That left only Plan A – and Plan X.

I lay down on the bed. I longed for Kell. I thought of her apartment, warm inside. I thought of Kell, and how warm she would be inside. She was waiting for me.

She was my aunt. You didn’t go around fucking your aunt.

I was torn. I was stricken. I started to cry.

My phone chimed. It was Bridget, videochatting me as had promised yesterday. Fuck.

I thought about ignoring her, but decided against it. I sat up against the cinderblock wall, dried my face, and accepted her call. Her face popped up on my screen in front of a blank, nonde*********** white wall.

“Hiya bro!” she said cheerfully.

“Hi Bridge,” I said.

“Where are you?” she asked, taking in the scene. “Is that your bed in the storage area? You’ve been crying. Jacob, what’s the matter?”

My sister and I have always had pretty straightforward conversations. There’s not a lot we haven’t discussed. As the only two kids my mom had, it kind of came with the territory. Whenever one of us got into a bind and we would talk to the other, we usually spilled the whole story. It was almost an automatic reaction.

When the beach incident had happened, I had told her about that, as well. And we never talked about it or my feelings for Kell again – until yesterday.

I told Bridget everything that had occurred in the past ...