Quarantined with Kell, Part III - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part III

... Bridget playing matchmaker this morning, Kell and I probably would have never connected. I would have gotten on a plane home and the door would have shut behind me. So if she wanted to watch me fuck Kell within an inch of her life, it seemed like she had earned it – even if it felt a little wrong. But my definition of what was and wasn’t wrong had undergone some pretty drastic revisions in the past few hours.

“Don’t apologize. If it weren’t for your help this never would have finally happened,” I said. “Let us talk it over, then we’ll let you know.”

“So you’re not mad?” Bridget asked.

“You saved our relationship when I was about to burn that bridge,” I said. “I’m not mad.”

“Thanks, bro.”

“No problem, sis,” I said. Then, changing the subject, I asked “How’s Ethan adjusting to quarantine.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not well. We’re only a couple days in and he was acting like a caged tiger. I sent him back to his apartment. So I’m here alone now.”

Bridget’s relationship with Ethan had become a little rocky as the wedding approached. Everyone assumed it was just the stress but now Bridget and some others had begun to wonder if Ethan just wasn’t a good fit.

“So nobody to stop you from watching later,” Kell said. “If we agree to it.”

“Nobody.” Bridget fingered the top button of her blouse nervously.

“We’ll let you know in a bit, after we talk,” I said. We said our goodbyes and ended the call.

“Wow,” I said. “That was unexpected. What do you ...

... think?”

“What’s the harm in it? It’s not like you guys haven’t seen each other naked before. I mean, you guys have even slept in the same room at times. She’s seen your morning wood. Plus, haven’t you ever fantasized about being watched?” she asked.

I had fantasized about being watched while I had sex. My last girlfriend I had before moving here had an exhibitionist streak and fantasies about being caught. We had done three dangerous fucks before I finally broke it off for fear of what it would do to my career if I was on a sex offender’s list.

“Bridge is a safe way to indulge those fantasies,” Kell continued. “She’s not going to tell, we won’t get into trouble, and she gets to fulfill her fantasy of seeing her hot brother fuck her hot aunt. She probably has wanted to see you have sex or masturbate ever since puberty. And if we ask, she might even give us a strip-n-rub show of her own. I’d love to see her come.”

I pictured my dark-haired, dark-eyed, busty baby sister playing with herself. Another hidden fantasy suddenly came to life. I knew she had some hot toys too.

My cock answered for me before I could speak. “I want to see her use her toy collection,” I added verbally.

Kell pushed me back on the floor, and laid a kiss on me that brought me to full attention. She gave my cock a tentative rub.

“Want me to tide you over until after dinner, or do you want to save it all for baby sis?” she asked, tickling the tip.

“Save it for Bridge,” I said. “I want her to see ...