She dresses fast. Panties slick with her juices. Pants zipped half-up. Violet tank hugs her flat belly. Sits bed’s edge. Sheets wrecked. Fingers through damp temple hair. Eyes misty blue diamonds. Full lips part. ‘Sorry, big sis. Off to school. Walk will clear my head.’ Grabs bag. Door swings open. Waves without looking. Gone.
I’m Amélie. Nineteen. Frozen on sister’s bed. Staring wall. Belly burns. Satisfied burn. Solo fingers finished strong. Not alone under my quilt. With Garance. Her bed. Her room. Surreal. Real as fuck.
The Mutation: Dropping the Mask
Hated her interrupting my jerk. Hated our fight after her failed strip in my room. Now? Depraved big sis. Sky-high beside twin.
Fear hits. Her thinking all day. Crying? Scared of me? Unreasonable. But so damn good. On forbidden bed. Her stripping sweet. Me rubbing in her gaze. She came too. Won’t admit. Neither will I.
Two spoiled bitches.
Flop stomach-down. Blue sheets crumpled. Pillow trashed. Swears she never humps it. Nose dives in. Inhale deep. Flower by Kenzo. Bitter sweat. Tongue on fabric. Fetish freak now.
Crave her secrets. Raid desk. Chaos cube. Drawer one: secret box. Diary tease. Women’s mags. ‘1000 Ways to Drive Him Wild in Bed.’ Dog-eared. Stolen sure. Strawberry condoms. One unwrapped. Stretched. Solo fun? Like my hidden stash. Roll on bananas. Thighs clench.
Suck condom. Tastes her games? Pussy? Mouth? Fuck. Want her immense.
Shame burns. Heart races. Lick water bottle neck. Then genius: toothbrush. Dash to private bath. Towels. Hair. Toothbrush dripping. Trash dive. Makeup wipes. Wet period pads.
Chest pounds. Psych orgasm looms. Unrolled pad damp sticky. Dare? Yes. Nose-mouth press. Inhale sister stench. Tongue laps. Nearly cry.
More! Body begs. Nightie hikes. Drip thighs. Another wet pad to cunt. Toothbrush waits. No third-type thoughts ever. May morning flips me. Twins talk jacks. Proxy sex. Now fluid fiend.
The Exploit: Claiming the Prize
Sink hair jungle. Quick bed rush regretted. Focused her. Missed peak. Solo better? Nah.
Want fuck Gaga now. Schemes spin. Trophy: pads. Tidy room. No cum. Tease later.
Shower blasts thigh trails. Tight jeans. Black glitter crop tee. Midriff bare. Black hair combed. Green Converse. Bye Danielle.
RER path crowds. Eye boys. MP3 blasts. Untouchable vibe. Spot blond prey. Growl low. Ignores. Call Garance. 11:15. Late again.
She picks. ‘Ninie?’ Love it.
Chat spins. Dizzy from morning. She too. Not bad dizzy. Tease orgasms. ‘You moan?’ Laughs. ‘Your good my pleasure.’ ‘Disgust me?’ ‘No.’ ‘Touching grave?’ ‘Kidding. Burning finish. Bye.’
Class buzz. Text: ‘Burning? School rich toilets. Not once ;)’ Rouge. Class laughs.
Dry afternoon. Home 12:23. Her shoes. Up stairs. She’s grabbing bag. Strap broke.
‘Got text. No toilets.’ Grab hand. Soft fingers. Blue eye peeks.
‘Not better?’ Heart leaps. ‘Calm. Not toy.’