feel
more for him than the usual things big sisters were supposed to
feel. But she wasn’t in public now. She was alone in the big house.
No one was there to bother her. No one was there needing her
attention.
She paused. Then she sighed in
exasperation. She darn well knew she couldn’t let this physical
state continue simmering inside her or she’d have another one of
those spontaneous orgasms, which were highly embarrassing especially when you’re in
class.
She needed to unload the . . . what? What
euphemism was there for girls who were in that state of sexual
arousal? What was the equivalent to a guy’s “unloading the
gun”?
“ Who cares,” she said, rolling her
eyes. What she needed now was relief , so she surrendered to her need, turned,
and headed for her queen-size brass bed.
There, she quietly laid herself on her back.
She closed her eyes and let her hand slip down between the elastic
waistband of her pajama shorts and her panties, following the
intensifying burning. She wasn’t surprised she was already wet.
She’d been holding off, telling herself she didn’t need this, but
as always was the case, she succumbed to her secret need and
desires.
She was only human, after all.
“ Mmm . . .” she purred when her
fingertips slowly slipped under the elastic of her panties and
curled over her swollen mound before gently cupping
herself.
She shuddered when she found the
over-sensitive, swollen lips of her pussy, and slowly dug in. She
loved the fact she was so wet, the hot honey already oozing
plentiful from her aching hole. It felt so good, so hot, and so
sexy to cover her fingers with her own wetness.
She widened her thighs as she closed her
eyes, taking her back to that very morning, and that very moment
when Aidan showed her what a big boy he’d become. She slowly ran
her fingertips up and down her needful pussy, spreading her thick,
hot nectar until her stiff petals were covered with it.
She licked her lips before a gasp gushed
from between. She shuddered when her fingers found her hard,
swollen bud barely hidden between her slick nether lips, and as she
pleasured her feverish and wet pussy, her other hand slipped up her
softly trembling body, under the wide hem of her top, until she
found a hard, erect nipple.
In her fantasies, her fingers were not the
ones gently nipping and tweezing her erect nodes. No. As always, in
her fantasies, it was her brother’s lean fingers and full, sexy
lips that were pleasuring her . . .
**~~**
Chapter Five: Falling
Aidan wasn’t in the mood to party. He was a
good actor, though. He pretended to enjoy himself, and he did a
convincing job at it. He just went through the motions, going the
rounds, laughing at unfunny jokes, and looking as if he were having
a great time.
But he was only moving around so much
because he was antsy to leave.
He’d just experienced something wonderful
with Dionne—she responded positively to his kiss—and he felt he
needed to strike while the iron was still hot. Besides, it just
wasn’t the same without his big sister there—the one person he
wanted most in the world celebrating this victory with him.
Dad had left the keys to his car with him
before he and Mom left for their friends’ home in Eagle Rock. The
moment he saw his chance he left the party and walked out into the
warm California evening air.
Fuck ‘em all. He wanted to be with Dionne.
And damn it! He was going to make sure she wanted to be with him,
too!
As he drove back to the house, his
heart began beating harder. He was giddy with excitement, hoping
she was there. He wasn’t sure if she was. She might’ve gone out
with Hel gut , but he had to
know for sure. He couldn’t back down now. Not while he was finally
making progress! He could still feel the touch of his sister’s lips
against his, and the sweet surrender it promised. There was a
gentle fire there, and he wanted to explore it more thoroughly, any
which way he could.
But the moment he