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Shaking cobwebs loose from my brain and scratching crusty bits from my eyes, I turned to look at the clock on my nightstand. It was after 3am, not an hour when I did my best thinking.

In fact, I was so addled at the moment that I couldn’t be sure I hadn’t imagined that one of my cousins had come into my room for some randomly weird reason.

But then I noticed that I wasn’t under my bedcovers. Further, I noticed that I was sporting an 8-inch erection, standing up like a tilted flagpole through the flaps of both my boxer shorts and pajama trousers. I was pretty sure it hadn’t gotten out on its own.

What the hell is Going on?

biggie throbbed at me, bobbing slightly as if silently complaining that he wasn’t getting any attention. Letting my head flop back onto my pillow, I half-heartedly gave it a few pumps.

But it was after 3am in the middle of the banging night, and I was tired. I left my hand wrapped around my meat, let my brain drift a way , and soon fell back into slumber.

Bukky was extra-bitchy the next morning. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during breakfast. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during lunch.

She complained to her best friend via the media platform that her boyfriend didn’t have enough time for her. And she complained again about being stuck in quarantine during dinner.

Arin complained about Bukky complaining so much, especially since the the media platform with Rhoda was once again in the kitchen instead of upstairs in her room.

Bukky started yelling that Arin didn’t know What it was like to be immunocompromised and scared to death of the virus - that if Arin caught it, she would get nothing more than a mild cold.

Arin complained it wasn’t her fault Bukky was immunocompromised, and complained further still that if she hadn’t been saddled with an immunocompromised cousin, she could’ve Gone out and about like so many of her classmates and friends who were pushing the boundaries of “social distancing” since it “didn’t really matter if they got it or not”.

Both girls got banging livid, and while it never quite came to physical blows, it was pretty close. Bukky ultimately stalked upstairs to her bedroom and violently slammed the door shut.

Arin stalked into the television room, snatched a throw pillow off the couch, and planted it over her face to muffle a primal scream.

Having done my best to placate both girls during the fight, I was pretty drained myself. But after a couple of minutes to calm myself down, I went to join Arin on the couch and gave her a big hug.

“You know Bukky loves you, just as much as you love her,” I told her reassuringly.

“She’s being a terrible bitch right now, but it’s the situation getting to her, that’s all. We’ve all been cooped up inside for far too long.”

Arin sighed and shook her head. “I know, I know. She just makes me so ... UGH!” She grabbed the pillow again to muffle another scream.

I hugged my little cousin tighter to my side while she let her frustrations out. She screamed again and shuddered. But in the end, she started to settle down and let the pillow fall a way .

Tears in her eyes, Arin twisted to bury her face against the crook of my neck and hug me back, and I simply held her in silence for a long several minutes while she calmed down.

Eventually, Arin spoke. Once again though, it was to speak words I did not expect.

“She’s right about one thing, though,” my little cousin began. “She just gets so banging Hot.”

I blinked twice in surprise and pulled my head back to look down at her. But Arin was glassy-eyed, staring off into space at some point past my shoulder. “Umm, What?” I croaked, certain I had not heard What I’d just heard.

She sighed, absentmindedly rubbing my chest with her free hand while the other cinched tighter around my back and held my waist. “I get why she’s so cranky, that’s all.

She’s used to getting plowed on a regular basis, but now she’s stuck here, feeling a million miles a way while her boyfriend is out macking on other girls.”

“Wait, What?” I pulled back and Arin sat up straighter. “What was that about Bukky’s boyfriend?”

“you weren’t listening? This afternoon when she was yelling at Rhoda?”

I blinked and shrugged my shoulders. “Once she starts screaming that loud I just sort of tune her out. She was talking about her boyfriend?”

Arin nodded. “He’s sick of being cooped up, and his friends keep telling him he has ‘rights’ or some such goodness - that the Government can’t keep him locked up, and they can’t stop him from Going out to see his friends. Or at least that’s What Bukky was telling Rhoda.

Supposedly he didn’t say anything specific about flirting with other girls, but Bukky’s convinced herself he’s already banging someone else. It would explain why he’s been so much less available.

She said they haven’t even had the media platform sex in like a week.”

I shook my head slowly, processing all of that.

Arin started chuckling. “As it stands right now, if they don’t come up with a vaccine until next year, she’s staring down a future where youRS is the only dick she’ll have within reach until 2021.”

I grimaced immediately at the thought.

Arin gave me a funny look. “What? Grossed out by the idea of your cousin coming onto you?”

My scowled deepened. “She’s my cousin, Arin.”

Arin shrugged and stood up from the couch, wiping the last traces of tears from her eyes.

She turned around, staring out the sliding door into the darkness outside, muttering, “Well when you’re out of options, you’re out of options.” And with that, she went upstairs.

Feeling a little weirded out by the whole situation, I stayed on the couch and tried to process everything that had happened. And I thought about Arin’s words about being out of options and everything.

It was true, we were all out of options. For as much as the girls fought each other, I knew deep down that they loved each other. I certainly loved them both. It was why we had never questioned our parents’ orders to obey strict quarantine and not risk exposing Bukky to something that could quite literally kill her.

But What if Arin was right, and the lockdowns wouldn’t get lifted until a vaccine was developed? could the three of us really be stuck together like this for the rest of the banging year?

The idea of that sobered me. I suppose I had al way s known in the back of my head that this thing could last a lot longer than any of us realized, at least in theory. But didn’t people say this would all blow over by summer? didn’t all the scientific theory say the virus wouldn’t do well once the weather warmed up?

I well and truly loved both my cousins, and Pornny and my right hand could keep me busy for a while, butno way was I Going to Go a whole banging year without having real sex with a live, human girl. The virus wouldn’t last that long. It just couldn’t.

I don't want bangin’ waiting a whole bangin’ year! my dick informed me coldly.






Home Alone With Steamy Cousins:
https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005

Carry on

But then I noticed that I wasn’t under my bedcovers. Further, I noticed that I was sporting an 8-inch erection, standing up like a tilted flagpole through the flaps of both my boxer shorts and pajama trousers. I was pretty sure it hadn’t gotten out on its own.

What the hell is going on?

Biggie throbbed at me, bobbing slightly as if silently complaining that he wasn’t getting any attention. Letting my head flop back onto my pillow, I half-heartedly gave it a few pumps. But it was after 3am in the middle of the banging night, and I was tired. I left my hand wrapped around my meat, let my brain drift a way , and soon fell back into slumber.

Bukky was extra-bitchy the next morning. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during breakfast. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during lunch. She complained to her best friend via the media platform that her boyfriend didn’t have enough time for her. And she complained again about being stuck in quarantine during dinner.

Arin complained about Bukky complaining so much, especially since the the media platform with Rhoda was once again in the kitchen instead of upstairs in her room. Bukky started yelling that Arin didn’t know what it was like to be immunocompromised and scared to death of the virus - that if Arin caught it, she would get nothing more than a mild cold.

Arin complained it wasn’t her fault Bukky was immunocompromised, and complained further still that if she hadn’t been saddled with an immunocompromised cousin, she could’ve gone out and about like so many of her classmates and friends who were pushing the boundaries of “social distancing” since it “didn’t really matter if they got it or not”.

Both girls got banging livid, and while it never quite came to physical blows, it was pretty close. Bukky ultimately stalked upstairs to her bedroom and violently slammed the door shut. Arin stalked into the television room, snatched a throw pillow off the couch, and planted it over her face to muffle a primal scream.

Having done my best to placate both girls during the fight, I was pretty drained myself. But after a couple of minutes to calm myself down, I went to join Arin on the couch and gave her a big hug.

“You know Bukky loves you, just as much as you love her,” I told her reassuringly. “She’s being a terrible bitch right now, but it’s the situation getting to her, that’s all. We’ve all been cooped up inside for far too long.”

Arin sighed and shook her head. “I know, I know. She just makes me so ... UGH!” She grabbed the pillow again to muffle another scream.

I hugged my little cousin tighter to my side while she let her frustrations out. She screamed again and shuddered. But in the end, she started to settle down and let the pillow fall a way . Tears in her eyes, Arin twisted to bury her face against the crook of my neck and hug me back, and I simply held her in silence for a long several minutes while she calmed down.

Eventually, Arin spoke. Once again though, it was to speak words I did not expect.

“She’s right about one thing, though,” my little cousin began. “She just gets so banging Hot.”

I blinked twice in surprise and pulled my head back to look down at her. But Arin was glassy-eyed, staring off into space at some point past my shoulder. “Umm, what?” I croaked, certain I had not heard what I’d just heard.

She sighed, absentmindedly rubbing my chest with her free hand while the other cinched tighter around my back and held my waist. “I get why she’s so cranky, that’s all. She’s used to getting plowed on a regular basis, but now she’s stuck here, feeling a million miles a way while her boyfriend is out macking on other girls.”

“Wait, what?” I pulled back and Arin sat up straighter. “What was that about Bukky’s boyfriend?”

“You weren’t listening? This afternoon when she was yelling at Rhoda?”

I blinked and shrugged my shoulders. “Once she starts screaming that loud I just sort of tune her out. She was talking about her boyfriend?”

Arin nodded. “He’s sick of being cooped up, and his friends keep telling him he has ‘rights’ or some such bullgoodness - that the government can’t keep him locked up, and they can’t stop him from going out to see his friends. Or at least that’s what Bukky was telling Rhoda. Supposedly he didn’t say anything specific about flirting with other girls, but Bukky’s convinced herself he’s already banging someone else. It would explain why he’s been so much less available. She said they haven’t even had the media platform sex in like a week.”







Home Alone: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005