Quarantined with Kell, Part I - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part I

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“Don't get on the plane,” Bridget interrupted. “Gramps got Covid, Mom and Dad are going to ride things down at his place in Florida. The plans for convening at their house are off.”

“What?” I said. “Is he okay? I can’t stay at home?”

“He’s fine. He’s fitter than most thirty-year-olds. He’s mostly just got sniffles and a bad attitude. But no, you can’t stay at home, I'm sorry, I wish it were different. I was looking forward to staying with everybody.”

“But I broke the lease on my apartment. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“I already talked to Kell. You can hunker down with her.”

“What?” I said, looking at Kell. “She just has a studio apartment. I need to be able to work from home. She needs to be able to paint. We'll be in each other's way.”

“It's a big apartment,” Kell offered, joining the discussion. “We have space. But privacy could be a challenge.”

“Right,” I said into the phone. “No privacy. You know me, I'm a pretty private guy.”

“We can set up screens or blinds,” Kell offered helpfully.

“But . . . there's only one bed.”

“The couch is really comfortable. Plus I have a really big bed.”

“Jacob,” Bridget said. “Relax. It will be okay. You guys are close, aren't you? Won't you like being that close to her?”

“What's that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“You know, there was that time . . .”

“That was five years ago, and we don't talk about that.” I looked over to Kell, who had figured out what we were talking about. I was ...

... mortified that she would bring it up, but Kell giggled.

There had been this incident at the beach one night after my college sophomore year. Kell and I had gotten drunk and made out on the beach. That night my mom couldn’t sleep and went for a walk on the beach. When she found us, Kell had her hand down my suit and was stroking my hard-on. Her bikini top was off and my hands were all over her chest. It was sloppy and embarrassing.

Not that Kell wasn't attractive, she was beautiful with a thick, gorgeous mane of curly red hair above a fit body that held enough curves to look good. And it wasn't that we didn't connect well, we had great chemistry. But she was my aunt, and you just didn't have sex with your aunt.

When my mom caught us she turned her back and pretended she hadn’t seen anything. Kell was nonplussed and went back to stroking my cock, but I cut it off and we went back inside. The rest of the time at the beach, my mom had been distant and cold towards both of us.

When I got my MBA I had three job offers, one near my folks, one in Canada, and this one near Kell, just a couple hours flight from home. I had wanted to get out on my own, prove I could make it after living at home for so long, so the offer near home was out. I didn’t want to move to Canada and be over two thousand miles away, so I took the position near Kell.

I had made it really clear there not be a repeat of the infamous beach incident. Kell had agreed with a noncommittal shrug that had annoyed ...