Sunday, March 29
So apparently the official name of this thing is Covid-19' and what we're experiencing is a pandemic'. I still prefer zombie apocalypse, but I apparently don't get a vote. There are stay-at-home orders everywhere, people are dropping like flies, and schools are officially closed pretty much everywhere. Apparently, also, this thing is super contagious. Locally, 61 people had choir practice with one person showing symptoms, and almost immediately 90% of the choir became infected and 2 people died. The Army said it was converting our local NFL football field to a field hospital.
On Monday we started classes. Algebra is every day, of course, since it's at 8am and our teacher is a sadist (and not in a good way). English lit and U.S. History are (thankfully) alternating. Spanish is every day. Biology is funky -- the teacher will be on-line every day, but handing out assignments and projects, so we only have to check in like once a week to show progress. Everyone has to have a scanner, and there is a process for scanning and uploading projects, homework, term papers, and whatever. Algebra was a hoot -- seeing how everyone was dressed was funny. Mom is still playing drill sergeant and making Becca and I get up and get dressed. It looked like about half of my Algebra class was in some mix of street clothes, while the other half varied from sweatshirts all the way down to what was obviously pajamas. Becca had her own class problems, so she and I didn't see much of each other until dinner. (Becca's university was doing the same thing, but it turns out she has classes scattered throughout the day, including one at 6:30 in the evening!)
We tried to so a sister-wives thing Monday, but everyone was exhausted from 5 different class zoom calls and no one really wanted to spend another second in front of a computer screen. On Tuesday, in my free period, I knocked on Becca's door to go in and borrow some printer paper. She was zooming with a REALLY good-looking hunk on the screen with her. I could see that he saw me walking across the room, and Becca said, "My baby sister. Don't get any ideas. Not even close to legal for you."
I laughed and quickly exited the room. Later on, when she was free, I went in and asked, "Boyfriend?"
"Strictly friend with benefits."
"Oh REALLY... Tell your `baby sister' more!"
"He's dumber than a brick. Can't imagine he got into school, even on a football scholarship. But he's a monster in bed, and a girl does like to get tossed around a little, ya know?"
"No, I don't know! Act like I'm dumber than a brick, and don't leave out any gory details."
"Look, you and I both know I'm going to end up marrying some investment banker with a good golf game and who can carry on a conversation at a country club formal. Bruno here -- and that's not his real name -- just likes to fuck. He's a gentleman in bed, don't get me wrong, would never lift a finger to hurt me, but, yeah, sometimes it's nice to get mounted from behind and get your hair."
"You randy slut!"
"You know it, and right now, a horny one, too. If I don't get laid soon, Mama's gonna be looking for a bed post to hump. I'd jump in the ocean right now just to feel the waves slapping my ass."
"Yeah, that's terminal horny, Becca. You know what damage you're doing to a baby girl's psyche right now."
"Oh, don't give me that. I've heard you talking to that Carlos fella. Tell me you haven't done the nasty with him. Huh????"
"Define.... The nasty?"
"Don't give me that shit, Christy."
"OK, OK, OK... I give. Yes, young master Carlos and I may have swapped some bodily fluids on occasion, but all in the name of science, you understand. Youthful empirical data gathering, I think you'd call it."
"In other words, you've had his dick in one or more of your orifices."
"One... or more...." Then I was overcome with the giggles. "And yes, I miss him and Mr. Lucky terribly."
"Mr. Lucky? Is that what we're calling it now?"
"Well, yeah. And he's also very gentlemanly, but I do understand the waves crashing into my ass analogy."
"My slutty little sister! If only our poor, dear Mother knew!"
"You mean the woman who bought me my first vibrator?"
"Yes. That poor misguided woman."
We were both in a fit of giggles, and then Becca said, "So, baby sister, you know it's still hard to get used to that. I mean, I always kinda figured you for the gayest little brother I could imagine, and so when you came out as trans, no surprise, but it's still hard to get all the biology straight in my head. I mean, you and Carlos..."
"Imagine you and Bruno, but without the expedient of a vagina."
"No, I can't imagine that. Except, yeah, well, there's the backdoor. Bruno's kinda on the large size, so yeah, I've let him release my inner demons a couple of times, but..."
"In other words, Bruno didn't take your backdoor v-card, right?"
"Yeah, he's not my favorite back there."
"How many?"
"Bruno's like my third in the ass. Sixth overall, if you don't count blowjobs." Then she started mentally counting. "Ten if you count blowjobs."
"Oh shit, girl. I need to catch up."
"What's your body count?"
"Just Carlos."
"Ohhhhh... well, be sure to keep me up to date if the score changes."
"I mean, what's that like, different guys?"
"Well, college is... different. I mean there were only a couple of guys in high school. I think I graduated with only two. You knew them. The guy who ran track..."
"Yeah, Eric's older brother."
"You know Eric? How's he doing."
"He's `doing' one of my friends."
"Oh... good for him. Horny little guy, always acted like he wanted to hump my leg when I went over to their house. Anyway, his brother, Sam, and then he went off to college and senior year I dated two guys. One was on the BJ-only list for some reason, and then I ended up sleeping with Chase. Ove the summer. He was my first backdoor, by the way. Quite good at it, actually. Kinda got me addicted. Just the right size. Also a nice mouth full. So tell me about you and the Cuban stud."
"Carlos. Yeah, well, he's barely Cuban. Something like 4th generation, but they keep the names for posterity. He's.... well... great."
"It's more than just sweaty bodies?"
"I dunno. Maybe." And I told her the whole Carlos story, or at least as much as I understood. I told her how we met, and how we kept figuring out ways to get together. I explained that he was probably omni-sexual, which she defined as he'll stick his dick in anything that slows down long enough' and yeah, I had to kinda agree, but I hadn't really broached with him if he only pitched' and whether or not he had ever played catcher. His parents were like really politically liberal but in some ways socially conservative and somewhat concerned with appearances, so while they SEEMED to be indulgent, they also seemed to be very relieved that he was dating someone like me who at least tried to pass as female.
Becca said, "You pass super well. I know a lot of... what do you call em, cis-girls'? .... Who wish they looked as feminine as you do."
"Yeah, thanks, but you're biased cuz we come from the same gene pool."
"Hey, look, I'm the one who should be pissed off here. I THOUGHT I was going to have a younger brother who could kill bugs and open jars for me. Turns out I have a baby sister who raids my clothes when I'm not here."
"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about that. Do you have anything that flatters a flat chested 15 year old?"
"Maybe in the attic. I'll look. But quit changing the subject, how's Carlos in bed?"
"I have NOTHING to compare him to, but he's really very gentle but at the same time hard as a rock. And yeah, after we're finished, I walk funny for a day or two."
"Tell me about it! You should fuck Bruno. He takes a LOT of getting used to!"
"How do you do a horse cock like that in the ass?"
"Plenty of practice."
Just then my alarm went off and I needed to go log on for my next class. Becca swatted my ass as I walked by, and I reminded her that was reserved for Carlos.
The rest of the week went so-so. Carlos and I started upping our game in the evening calls, with him jerking off and me humping my pillow to somewhat simultaneous climaxes.
Saturday, true to her word, Becca and I went up to the attic to rummage through some of her old clothes. Mom is a bit of a pack-rat, and while a LOT of stuff gets donated to charity, there are still trunks full of stuff. When Becca was 15-ish, she started wearing more feminine clothes (nighties rather than jammies, cuter undies, halter tops, crop tops, even a bustier!).
Becca told me she had a real weight problem when she was 16 to 17, and then lost most of it the summer before senior year, which is what caused her floppy boobie problems. So, there were some cute clothes from the time she was 15 to 16, but a gap after that. Fortunately, I'm about the same size now, maybe a little bigger, than she was at 15, so it all worked out. Becca also had a couple of REALLY cute short formal dresses, but right now, I didn't see anytime soon that I'd be wearing anything like that!
We came back to my bedroom with double arms full of assorted clothes to add to my wardrobe. We were exhausted by the time we put it all away, and supper that night was leftovers from the past couple of days. Mom was finally looking a bit haggard from having to play full-time homemaker as well as managing her finances and her clients, so she was glad to take a weekend off from the motherly duties.
I'm usually in bed before Becca, but with all the clothes to put away, I was still up when she shut her bedroom door. I picked out one of the prettier nighties (a halter baby-blue babydoll, slightly see-thru, with matching blue panties with a see-thru bottom) and admired myself in the mirror. As I headed down the hall to take that one last pee of the night, I passed by her door and couldn't help but hear a sound coming from her room. It was the unmistakable sound of a vibrator!
Sounds like Becca really DOES miss Bruno! I decided to break mine out, so we could have stereo vibrators going.