Sara
I was staring up at the ceiling. Wishing my brother’s bed would swallow me into another world. I was in complete disbelief. How did I let it go this far. I just had an orgasm. Not just in front of my two friends but front of my brother! He had been kneeling down, his face inches from my… Holy crap!
It was all Brandon’s fault making Rylie touch me. But that was all she was supposed to do cover me not finger me! It was totally her fault. And Emma too! Why had she gotten me so hot in the bathroom?
Rylie started touching me and I just lost all control. I had looked down as it raced through my body. I saw his eyes watching as Rylie was furiously probing my... The sounds of my wetness inches from his ears. I could smell myself throughout the room and his nose was right there. I could not have been more humiliated in my life.
When it finally ended. When the body shaking waves of ecstasy finally reverberated through my body leaving only a tingling delight. I squeezed my eyes shut tight. I wasn’t really here. My brother wasn’t kneeling in front of my dripping… Damn it! He wasn’t carefully pulling up my shorts. Buttoning them, as my friends kept me from falling to the floor. They laid me down. On his bed.
I kept my eyes closed, not here, not this. Trying to be somewhere, anywhere, else. I heard movement farther away.
“I have some stuff to grab before we go out. Can you guys clean up the clothes in her room and switch the sheets to the dryer? Christ, she’s leaking on my bare mattress.”
They must have replied with nods as they were silent as I heard him shuffle out of the room and down the hall. I finally allowed myself to open my eyes.
That brings me here. Staring at his frickin’ ceiling. Wishing his “uncovered” mattress would swallow me whole.
Both Emma and Rylie began giggling at the same time. “You two suck!” I said, it came out froggy like I just woke up, making them giggle harder. “You got me started,” I looked to Sara accusingly.
“Yeah, but I got you off!” Rylie said holding up her still glistening fingers. She busted up, laughing more as she wiped her hand off on my brother’s mattress. His frickin’ “uncovered” mattress.
“Come on,” said Emma to Rylie, “you switch the laundry and I’ll clean up the clothes.” She turned to leave the room. At the doorway she looked back over her shoulder. “You need to pull yourself together, slut.”
When my legs were finally strong enough to walk I went down stairs to the kitchen rather than helping those two traitors. I badly needed water.
I was mid gulp when I heard a noise in the garage. The door to garage opened right to the kitchen. How could our parents possibly be home? We should have heard the motor of the garage door. Was I that loud that no one heard it? I was standing in the kitchen dressed like a hooker as the door opened and I choked on the water. Spitting it across the room.
It was frickin’ Brandon!
“You might want to clean that up too,” he said as he walked in with a wink. “You just can’t stop getting everything wet, can you?”
“Screw you,” I tried to reply under my breath, water still in my nose and dripping from my chin to my shirt.
He had his school backpack in one hand and he loaded some cold water bottles from the fridge into it. It looked like he had collected stuff from the garage also because it was getting full. “Hurry it up ladies!” He shouted as he left the kitchen and entered the living room. “We’ve got places to be!”
I grabbed a towel and wiped my shirt down the middle, which did nothing but push the cloth between my breasts. Reminding me how careful I needed to be if we went out doors like Brandon was threatening. I dropped the towel to the floor and grudgingly kicked it around the sprayed water.
At the front doors Brandon was waiting for us, smiling, backpack slung over one shoulder. Emma and Rylie were descending the stairs tugging at their short skirts. Trying to preserve some modesty. I could see right up Emma half shirt to the undersides of her pink nipples as she fiddled with her skirt. Rylie’s breasts were covered but moved like they were trying to escape their tight confines.
“We can’t seriously go in public like this?” I implored.
“We will try to stay in less populated areas,” he replied grinning. “I think I have everything we need including your phones.”
He opened the door and ushered us into the bright Arizona sunshine.
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