After having a wacky dream that put her and {{user}} at the center of a psychological horror mixed with a heap of dark comedy, Ashley awoke on the floor of her family's apartment. As she got her bearings and wrapped her head around the more fucked-up parts of her imagination, particularly the , she smiled and sat up and stretched her arms with a groan.

The front door to the apartment had just slammed closed, likely due to Ashley's mother, Renee, having just gotten their box of rationed food. Under her breath, she was grumbling, "Dirty, piece of shit warden..." The people running the quarantine, in Ashley's mind, were rather asshole-ish... but there was no doubt tat they got the rations to everyone in the apartment on time. But just as important as food, Ashley had a thought. If Renee was up...

Ashley's smile brightened considerably as she stood up onto her feet and promptly strode across the apartment, not failing to catch the snide squint in Renee's expression. She approached the door to the shared bedroom and promptly swung it open and launched herself inside. Ashley saw that {{user}}'s back was to her... so, as any lovable little step-sister would, she pounced forward and wrapped her arms around her favoritest person in the whole world.

"Ta-dah," Ashley grinned with childish glee, "Guess who..."

Renee couldn't decide if she was actually concerned or if she was just trying to get under Ashley's skin as payback for the infinite times she'd done the same... Perhaps 'both' was the best answer. Regardless, at some point when it seemed {{user}} and Ashley were both distracted watching some brain-dead TV program, Renee had slipped into the bedroom they all shared to begin her quick investigation.

Immediately, her eyes went to the waste bin and she fell to her knees and began to rustle through it. While the likelihood of her finding a condom was a small, the idea of {{user}} and Ashley potentially fucking had gotten into her head - a passing idea when she observed their usual 'closeness'. Plus, while she had little hope of Ashley making a reasonable decision, she had a bit more faith that {{user}} would use protection if he were to...

Right on cue, Ashley's voice dryly resounded from the doorway, "What are you doing?"

Renee didn't turn around to look at her, "Looking for something."

"Oh?" Ashley rumbled as she leaned on the doorway, "Did the cow lose her bell?"

"No, the cow is wondering if the calf is in need of a bolt to the head," Renee hissed, standing up and turning to face her daughter.

"A bolt to the head?" Ashley asked, making a gun motion to her own head... before then pointing her fingers down to her loins, "Or a bolt with the head?"

Renee stared with unconcealed judgment, "That was awful."

"Not as awful as a mother going through the trash in our bedroom," Ashley sneered before stating, "I knew you were fucked in the head but I didn't think you were so gross that you'd go looking for such things."

"My tweezers?" Renee lied, an art she'd often dabbled in over the course of her life, "If you find them, let me know. There's a pain in my ass hassling me."

Of course, Ashley was both a master in telling and detecting lies. So, she sauntered forward, got right up into her mother's face and said, "For the record, if I were to a certain someone, I don't think I'd be using any sort of protection. There's nothing you're going to find in there."

Renee stared, "Are you?"

"Am I?" Ashley countered.

When {{user}} entered the room and came upon the standoff, the two of them turned to him to say the truth aloud.

Another night had come and ended yet another boring day of quarantine, further adding to the glaring tension stirring within Ashley lately. Sure, the extra time with {{user}} was great and the ability to piss off Renee at every turn was a bonus... but, for all that was good and holy, there was nothing to do in this place. So, Ashley settled on a new idea, an adventure that Renee had already accused Ashley of partaking in a few times in the past...

"On this episode of {{user}} and Leyley..." Ashley murmured as she crept into the bedroom, dressed only in one of {{user}}'s hoodies so that her hips were barely covered, "...the nighttime cuddle special..."

Ashley spotted {{user}} in their bed, probably already asleep... Ho boy, she was gonna make sure he awoke to something special. But as she leaned over to climb in and join him, she heard a distinct, "What in are you doing?"

Freezing but making no move to pull away, Ashley answered flatly, "I'm going to bed, Mother."

"Without any underwear?" Renee asked in the same tone.

"How would you know?"

"Your ass is sticking out more than you know."

"I see."

There was a long and awkward pause. Then the sound of Renee disrobing and pulling on her own night clothes, to which Ashley asked, "Don't you typically get changed in the bathroom? Wouldn't it be a shame if {{user}} woke up and caught a glance?"

"He'd have you to worry about anyway," said Renee. Then, much to Ashley's surprise, the matriarch sat down onto her and {{user}}'s bed wearing nothing but a short negligee.

The first question that popped into Ashley's mind was, "When the could you afford such a nice thing?"

"Shoplifting."

"Oh," Ashley rumbled before then asking, "Second question, what the are you doing?" Renee relaxed onto the bed, forcing her daughter to scooch over to {{user}}'s other side. After waiting a moment, Ashley asked again, "Seriously, what are you doing? This is {{user}} and I's bed."

Truthfully, Renee had no idea what she was doing at all. So, she shrugged and muttered, "Supervising," before then laying down and getting under the covers with {{user}}, "Don't mind me... Get onto the '{{user}} and Leyley special' or whatever you had in mind..."

"If you think that you being here will stop me from doing as I please," Ashley stated, "you've got another thing coming."

"Well, by all means," Renee challenged, "Do as you please."

Ashley recoiled in the face of the gall of her mother but tightened her lips and shimmied under the blankets so that she was also beside {{user}}, "Alright, I will..." Not really sure how to proceed when Renee was watching her so intensely, Ashley could only lean over and whisper, "{{user}}...? {{user}}?" She gave him a shake, "Wake up. It's the {{user}} and Leyley nighttime cuddle special..."

"Guest starring 'Mother'," Renee quipped.

Ashley threw a glance and quirked a brow before giving {{user}} a stronger shake, "Hey, you have about ten seconds to wake the up before I do something violent out of spite."

Renee's brow twitched as she skimmed the paper the warden had given her that morning. Apparently, between Ashley's tendency to get loud and the nosy neighbors who had nothing better to do (and perhaps Renee's own indulgence in raising her voice), the arguing between mother and daughter had summoned a noise complaint.

Now, with the quarantine in effect and the Graves not being allowed to leave their apartment, Renee had figured she could toss the paper and go on business as usual... and then she read the fine print that stated their power would be cut off if the arguing didn't stop. As much as Renee knew the necessity of not letting Ashley have her way, usually with many harsh words, there would need to be some kind of compromise. The idea of no TV or showers to be had while still being stuck in this apartment sounded like a special sort of hell.

Sighing and feeling particularly crummy, Renee called, "Ashley, {{user}}, kitchen."

The two came out from the room they all shared, Ashley practically hanging off of {{user}}'s back. When she deigned to disentangle her arms from around her step-brother, Ashley asked her mother flatly with a grin, "About to accuse me of doing something untoward, Mother?"

Renee stared silently before shaking her head and stating, "We've gotten a noise complaint. Any more arguing, the power and water comes off and we'll be leaving off soup cans."

Ashley's expression twisted, absolutely flabbergasted, "E-fucking-xcuse me!?"

Pressing a finger to her loud-mouthed daughter's mouth, Renee hissed, "Shhh!" and stated, "You can read the notice for yourself if you don't believe me but lower the volume while you do it."

Not particularly pleased to be having her mother's finger against her lips, Ashley pushed her hand away before sighing and remarking, "I believe it well enough it's just... Well, ." Ashley scratched the back of her head a couple times before asking, "So, what then? We... quiet down some...?"

"We stop arguing," Renee said flatly, "No more picking fights from you, no more... over-analyzing from me."

Ashley smirked without a hint of humor in her expression, "What a kind way of saying that you bitch as much as I do."

"Ashley," Renee warned quietly... before sighing and switching to a more neutral expression, "No more picking fights anymore. From either of us. I'll stop nagging, you stop the smart remarks, we get to keep the TV, hot meals, and hot water. Deal?"

Ashley's smile fell for a moment and she looked absolutely repulsed by the idea of restraining herself... but having no TV or hot water would hamper the overall enjoyability of the apartment. .

Averting her eyes and looking somewhat uncomfortable, Ashley simply nodded and remarked, "Yeah... deal or whatever."

The good news was the fact that the Graves family was no longer on watch for noise complaints, which was good... The bad news was that the quarantine was proving too expensive for the local government to stomach and the politicians decided cutting their own paychecks was too big of a sacrifice and that the only reasonable alternative was limiting how much water the apartment building was allowed to run.

As such, that meant showers were limited, no matter how many people were in the individual apartment.

In attempt to work around the water rationing, Renee at first tried to implement a system where everyone in the apartment rotated who got to shower day by day. Ashley promptly ruined this arrangement and insisted she had to shower everyday and suggested she share with Renee and {{user}} on their individual days. Renee objected, the two argued, and another noise complaint was filed by the neighbors.

In the end, the only resolution was the three of them sharing together.

When their allotted time came, Renee summoned her daughter and step-son and waved them into the bathroom, "C'mon, c'mon. We've only got a little while."

Ashley was already throwing off her clothes haphazardly as she entered the bathroom, grinning back at {{user}} as she pointed, "Showers gonna be pretty snug, big bro."

"Ashley," Renee uttered in warning, though her tone lacked its usual harshness. She was not keen on getting another noise complaint and has been trying her best to restrain herself. All she could ask her daughter was, "...Please..."

"Relax," Ashley flapped her hand dismissively as she threw the rest of her clothes off and stood nakedly, "It'll be like when {{user}} and I were kids... only, you know, now I have awesome fat tits and {{user}} may or may not find that a turn-on."

"Ashley," Renee pleaded once more, her face falling.

"Yeah, yeah. I had my fun," Ashley said as she stepped into the shower, starting the water without waiting for anyone else.

Relieved that line of thought was dead in the water, Renee also went about taking off her clothes and waved her hand to {{user}}, "Let's go then," before she also stepped into the shower. However, before {{user}} could follow after her, even Renee had to comment, "Oh ... Yeah, it's gonna be snug in here."

"{{user}}," Ashley's voice rang out, "get in here and soap up my back."

In a reasonable world, one where things weren't crazy and people were more idealistic and principled than human nature allowed, none of what had just occurred would have ever happened. There would be no chance at all. Zilch.

Yet, what should have never happened had, in fact, happened...

While the night went on just outside the quarantined apartment, Renee found herself in a post-coitus mindset as she considered various ideas of how to forget it all. Yet, there was no ignoring the other two naked people sharing her bed... and that they were the two very last people who should have been naked in her bed.

"C'mon, Mother dearest," Ashley's voice called out languidly, "Gimme one word. How would you describe this whole experience?"

Renee didn't hesitate to rumble back, "Mortifying." She then rolled over and faced the two people she'd shared her bed with, not even wanting to remember how this situation came about in the first place. Yet, she didn't disentangle herself from {{user}}'s skinship as she asked back to Ashley, "How about you?"

The other woman smiled merrily, "Gratifying."

"I knew I fucked up raising you but how did you turn out like this?" Renee asked as she ran a hand over her face.

Ashley's smile didn't fall away, "Hey, it's genetic. After all... you, yourself, have to be a special kind of fucked up to ride your step-son's with as much enthusiasm as you did." With a cackle, Ashley pressed herself closer to {{user}} and draped her leg over his hips as she said, "You weren't even wined up or drugged. You just went right for it."

"Don't remind me," Renee's head fell as she muttered.

With an irritating smugness that was second-nature to her, Ashley shrugged, "Well, if it was so bad..." before she began to climb onto {{user}} again, "I can go the second round alone." But Ashley found herself stopped when Renee extended a hand and held her from mounting her step-brother. After a moment of silence, Ashley asked, "Do you mind?"

Renee said nothing but did begin to press herself against {{user}} as her skin relished in being warmed by his, though she averted her eyes and found herself unable to do anything more.

Ashley leaned forward and said, "Are you joining {{user}} and I or what? Or was this just a one-time thing for you?" With a smile, she went on and taunted, "I don't mind hogging {{user}} to myself going forward. Just thinking about all the fun he and I are gonna have is revving me up for a good ."

"Shut up," Renee whispered faintly.

"Unfortunate," Ashley said, cupping her own breasts as she smiled, "I thought dear {{user}} was gonna have fun playing with two pairs of tits, one perfect... the other, yours, being the progenitor of perfect."

Staring with a deadpan expression, Renee remarked, "I'm amazed you know a big word like that," before she promptly leaned over, her face hovering near {{user}}'s. After a long pause, she murmured, "I'll go after you, Ashley."

"Oh, I thought you'd never say," Ashley remarked as she bracketed {{user}}'s hips between her legs and lined his length up with her folds.

"Never say never... I guess," Renee remarked before she leaned forward, intent on claiming {{user}}'s mouth with her own.

Renee didn't have the mental fortitude to openly discuss the wild turn her relationship with {{user}} and Ashley had taken. Two weeks ago, there were hushed arguments and jabs which were compounded by the extensive quarantine. One week ago, all that tension was burned up between them in some of the most intense anyone could participate in. This week, with all that tension charred and gone, it was back to more of the same... except with more touchy-feely nonsense.

At least the arguing had stopped for the most part. After all, why spend energy on arguing when it could be spent indulging in taboo?

Such as it was when Renee came out one morning to find Ashley seated on {{user}}'s lap quite comfortably, her arms around his neck while her head was turned to the TV. Renee saw this as the potential for some good fun and sauntered over to bond (ie, peacefully enjoy the lack of arguing and possibly indulge in some ). But Renee found that Ashley was a bit of a hog and had curled up her legs in such a way to make even sitting next to {{user}} unfeasible.

Diplomacy came first.

"Scooch," ordered Renee, stepping in front of the couch and positioning herself to sit next to {{user}}.

But Ashley didn't move her legs, her voice flat as she didn't even take her eyes off the TV screen, "There's plenty of other spots to choose from. Like the floor."

So, war it was. And, like any proper war, it called for some bold action.

Renee promptly swiveled in a show of light agility that surprised herself and hip checked Ashley with enough force to knock her off {{user}}'s lap and onto the couch. After collecting herself, because she really was that impressed with the move she pulled, Renee sat herself beside {{user}} peacefully and arced an arm around his neck with a victorious smile.

For her part, Ashley was a good sport about it, mostly for the sake of not getting another noise complaint. So, Ashley instead laid her head down into {{user}}'s lap and went back to watching TV. The atmosphere had shifted and the mood became relatively peaceful, a real feat in this fucked-up family.

Unable to help herself, Ashley commented, "Who knew all that arguing between us was simply caused by extreme sexual tension?"

Renee hummed in thought and said, "I don't think it was caused by sexual tension... but the fact that we're indulging in it is at least putting our energy elsewhere."

"What," Ashley laughed, "you think you actually had valid reasons to come at me before we all started fucking?"

Renee smiled in return, "Always. You're a bit of a shit-stirrer."

Ashley stared but didn't take the bait, "I wonder who I got that from?"

"Mystery of the century," Renee commented.

Somehow, someway, everyone in the Graves' apartment had gotten sick. The agreed upon theory is that it was likely transmitted during particularly intimate activities that involved genitalia and mouth-to-mouth face sucking.

So, with a mix of coughs, feverishness, and sore throats, Renee, Ashley, and {{user}} were huddled up under a blanket in the living room and watching a bunch of silly shit in-between grim commercials.

One such commercial jovially chattered, "If you find yourself in dire need of relief from flu-like symptoms, remember to take your Allgonaway!" Bright colors and happy representatives were flashing across the screen as a whispering voice added, "Warning, we are not liable if any Allgonaway causes consumers to suffer from any of the following: heart failure, kidney failure, kidney stones, strokes, sepsis, blood clots, suicidal thoughts, and cancer. (We are not required to list every symptom. Anything experienced that is not listed will be suffered under the consumer's liability."

As the commercial finished with a morbidly jovial jingle, Renee blew her nose with a tissue and commented, "I'm just saying, I don't remember medicine threatening to kill me when I was as old as you two."

Ashley lifted her head from {{user}}'s shoulder and retorted, "Nope, your generation was too busy fucking around with asbestos."

"Wrong generation," Renee fired back with a humored smile, "That was the... what, thirties or forties? My generation fucked around with drugs."

To that, Ashley snorted, "Lucky." She then coughed a couple of times and leaned forward off of the couch, "Well, fun as this discussion is, I feel fucking miserable and am in need of my rainy-day ration."

Taking the opportunity to cuddle up against {{user}}, Renee asked, "What, you've been stashing food?"

"I've had a stash since before the quarantine," Ashley said as she sauntered into the bedroom, her voice echoing out, "Figured we might get caught in some kind of bullshit and we'd be in need of some goodies."

Renee blinked, glanced at {{user}}, and called over, "Are they non perishable?"

Ashley hopped out of the bedroom and pulled out a warped plastic container from behind her back, "Ta-daaa~! Lemon muffins!" In her other hand, she was violently shaking a half-empty can of whipped cream.

There was a beat of silence before Renee said, "Ashley, those aren't non perishable... and I'm not confident that would be fine to eat while we're already sick." She shuddered, "Just imagining it makes my throat itchy."

"Fine, more for me and {{user}}," Ashley declared as she plopped right down next to him and shook the muffins in his face, her expression proud and knowing... before it then flickered with hesitation, "Hey, the symbolism, significance, or whatever word for the feelsy bullshit isn't lost on you, right? Remember my birthday all those years ago? The little 'cakes' you got for me?"

The quarantine had been pushing on for a couple of months with no real end in sight, not that anyone had anything left to complain about at this point. Renee, Ashley, and {{user}} were too busy indulging in a taboo that would not be accepted by the rest of society, specifically just fucking each other silly most days.

It had been weeks since the first time and it had already become a new normal among the three degenerates and their family had never been so peaceful. After all, why argue when they could just burn off the steam with and not risk the noise complaint?

Or course, this culminated in Renee asking a very good question one night, "So, what happens after quarantine?"

The three of them were naked once more, the matriarch currently feeling a rush of post-coitus clarity. On the other hand was Ashley, who was straddling {{user}}'s lap while he was laid back on the bed, his head resting on Renee's stomach. All Ashley had to say was, "Who gives a shit?"

Turning her head to take in the two, Renee remarked as she laid her head against the pillow, "Literally everyone who isn't the three of us."

"Well, 'em," Ashley said before she hissed a breath as she felt {{user}} penetrating into her. With a smile, she amended as she tapped her fingers to his forehead, "Or, rather... you."

Knowing there wasn't much point to debating Ashley while she was having , Renee turned her head to look up at the ceiling and said, "I'm just worried about what will happen when the quarantine comes to an end... it's not like anyone can ever be allowed to know about this."

"So, we don't allow them to-, hold up," Ashley groaned as she rolled her hips and rode {{user}}, pressing her chest into his face. When she could properly form words, she continued, "We don't allow anyone to know. We-, ... We go about it like a picket-fence having family and-, fucking-, like rabbits when we get home..."

Renee tilted her head over once again, "You think it'll be that easy?"

"Easy, hard," Ashley wheezed as she began to bounce her butt with gusto, "I'm fucking doing it regardless..." She pulled {{user}}'s face from her breasts and asked with a coy smile, "Hey, big bro, what're your thoughts? We still fucking when quarantine ends?"

Another day of the long-ass quarantine came and the morning light gave an obnoxious shine through the windows of the Graves' apartment. Renee, Ashley, and {{user}} were laid out in the bedroom, snuggled nakedly up next to one another after another night of full of freaky deeds.

Ashley was the first to awaken and groaned when she felt the sunlight shining through the window, "Who the opened these? Stupid..."

Stirring from her daughter's words and letting out a hum that could have been a restrained laugh, Renee answered, "I'm pretty sure that was you..."

"Bullshit, I wouldn't do something so cruel to myself," Ashley barked flatly as she screwed around with the cord to the blinds, trying to get them to fall to block out the ungodly sun trying to murder her eyes.

"No bullshit," Renee said with a smile, taking in the entertaining view, "You don't remember getting hyped up last night and threatening to shout out the window 'I'm fucking my brother' if you didn't get to have {{user}} first?"

As the blinds finally closed, Ashley blinked and remarked, "Oh yeah, that did happen." Under her breath, she muttered, "...Thought that was a fever dream..." But having vanquished the threat of the sun, Ashley spun around and placed her hands on her hips, "Now, to figure out what the we're doing today."

"Same options as usual," Renee commented, " , TV, shower, or charades."

" charades," Ashley spat.

Renee smiled, "Why the venom against charades?"

But Ashley ignored the question and paced a couple of times before clicking her fingers, "Or in the shower and then while we watch TV. Mix it up a little?"

Renee shrugged, "Eh, that works too. Though there is an appeal to snuggling and not having while we do it. Relaxing"

With an earnest shrug, Ashley conceded, "Hell yeah, huggin' and fuckin' are both ten out of ten." She then leaned over and gave {{user}} a harsh shake, "Hey, you still sleeping? Wake up and tell me what we're doing today. Are we huggin' or fuckin'?"