“Well, you could just lie and say I’m someone else. When they point out that I look like Phil, you just acknowledge that I kinda look like Phil, but I’m not. I’m like Adam or someone.”
“I guess that could work,” I pondered. “But what if my friends meet your friends? Eventually, someone would find out.”
“Look, I think you’re overthinking this,” he said. “At some point, we could just tell our friends, right?”
“But then our parents might find out. People might not understand.”
“What’s to understand? We’re not blood relations. It’s fine.”
“I guess.”
“Stop worrying.”
“Okay,” I smiled. “You make all my worries go away.”
“You ready to go back inside?” he asked. “It’s getting a little chilly out here.”
“Yeah, come into my room and warm me up.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Barefooted, we walked back to the window and got inside the house. We slipped into my bedroom. Our folks were still asleep.
We started making out passionately. Phil had become a great kisser or maybe I was just so smitten by him, I didn’t care. Every time he touched me, my body felt alive. I couldn’t dream of a moment without him and I wanted to spend every waking minute with him if I could.
Of course, that was tough in the house. We didn’t want to raise suspicions, so we tried to keep each other at bay. We’d pretend to fight that petty way siblings often do, but at night we were lovers. It was intense. The clandestine nature of it all highlighted the feeling and my need for him.
On the bed, we had stripped off all our clothes. I climbed on Phil upside down so we could 69 each other. He was playing with my pussy, licking it and sticking his fingers in both my holes. I moaned on his cock, which I eagerly gobbled up. I also licked his balls. There was not a piece of him I would not lick and he would do the same.
We were ravenous animals, intent on pleasure. In the dark, together, we stimulate each other with our mouths. My juices flowed over his face and into his mouth, while his precum teased me. I tickled the tip of his penis with my tongue in new ways. Each one of us was learning to pleasure the other in more sophisticated ways.
Finally, we erupted simultaneously. A gusher shot out from between my legs, coating his face with my love moisture. I was treated to a generous helping of his steaming, white spunk. It filled my cheeks and I consumed it eagerly. I could feel his cock pumping it up and into my mouth. I didn’t waste a single drop and to me, it tasted like mana from heaven.Chapter Nineteen - PhilIt had been three months since we’d been cooped up in the house. The governor showed no signs of letting anyone go back to their normal lives, although I sensed it was becoming more and more political. Riots broke out across the country over a police shooting, but eventually these were quelled.
It didn’t really matter to us, in our world. The world was the house and that was it. Sure, you could go on the Internet and talk to your friends, but with each passing day you had less and less to talk to them about. In some states, people went back to normal lives. For the rest of us, it was just one long slog.
Richard and I were still sharing drinks in the study. We too had less and less to say to each other. What do you say to someone you see every single day? What new information was there to talk about? Once in a while, I could relay the news or some YouTube video I had seen, but that was about it.
Having sex on the reg kept me on a pretty even keel. I was calm and no longer so caught up in myself. I mean, I guess I could say I had confidence, but that wasn’t really the right word. I was in love with Tracianne and that somehow made me better.
Of course, I hadn’t told her. It was too soon and I was still kind of processing the implications of loving someone that deep and that hard. She was, after all, my stepsister and we would have to deal with that situation. We could make it work, but would the rest of society understand?
The entire situation, however, made the sex that much hotter. Between sneaking around the house and the danger of getting caught--- We were also simultaneously rebelling against our parents at the same time. Weird to say, but I don’t think the sex would’ve been nearly as intense except in this situation.
On a random afternoon, I snuck into her room. I had brought crayons and paper. I figured we could draw together. It was something to do. Being cooped up for so long, we had kind of run out of board games and Netflix movies.