I squeezed my thighs together and scooted as far away from Molly as I could, rolling to my side until I was practically hanging off the edge of the bed. I held my phone in one hand and wedged the other down the front of my underwear while I read the tiny text on my screen.
"Susannah bent forward and peered back over her shoulder, grasping the fence with white knuckles. 'What are you going to do, Everett?' she breathed. He flipped her skirt up over her lower back so the hot desert wind blew across her bare buttocks. 'I'm gonna teach you some manners,' Everett growled."
I knew it was awful, but I was a sucker for cowboy spanking stories, and Susannah was about to get good and spanked by big, bad Everett. My middle finger found my clit as Susannah took a deep breath and screamed when Everett's hand came down hard on her naked flesh over and over again.
I rubbed myself with as much vigor as I could without shaking the bed, days of deprivation building to what would be an earth-shattering orgasm if only I weren't sharing this bed with my sister, which meant I had to keep my moans to whispers and my legs tightly clenched around my hand.
"'Now get on your knees, little girl, and show me how good you're going to be,' Everett ordered, pointing to the dirt in front of his boots. Susannah straightened, her legs shaking, knees weak, and hissed as her skirt fell back over her tender bottom. She lowered herself to the ground in front of Everett and stared up at him, terrified and aroused. What was this man doing to her?"
I shifted my phone in my hand so I could scroll down, ready for Everett to cum all over Susannah's face, or whatever he had planned, and the phone slipped from my fingers and thudded to the floor.
"Lexi? What are you doing?" Molly mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
"Fuck," I muttered. "Nothing. Just couldn't sleep." I slid my hand out of my underwear and wiped it on my pajama pants, then leaned over to pick up my phone.
"Thinking about Leee-aaamm?" she teased, drawing out his name in that high, mocking tone she'd been using on me for years when she really wanted to get under my skin.
"No," I lied.
"Lexi and Liam. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" she continued.
"Shut up, Molly."
"I saw him today. He's home. Or visiting."
I turned to face her. "Really?"
"Mm-hm. Drove up in a pretty red Mustang, parked right out front of his parents' house. Still there, last I checked. Maybe he's here all weekend." She propped her head in her hand and grinned.
"He's too old for me," I said. "He's gotta be, what, twenty-five, twenty-six, by now?"
"Well, however old he is, he is really cute. I see why you've been crushing on him all these years."
"I have not!" I had. Since I was, like, thirteen.
"Uh-huh. Right." Molly flipped over and turned her back to me. "Whatever. Just thought you'd like to know."
"Red Mustang, you said?"
"Yep. Brand new. No plate yet, even."
"Wow."
****
Molly was right. When I went downstairs the next morning, a new, shiny, red Mustang was parked in front of the house across the street. I stared out the living room window as Liam jogged out of the house, hopped in the car, and peeled away.
"You ready to go?" Mom asked.
"Go?" Distracted by my vigil, I couldn't remember what the plans were for the day.
"To the beach."
"Oh. I was thinking I might stay here today while you guys go out. I'm kinda tired." And maybe, just maybe, I could finally finish that story and get myself off. Visions of making out in the back of a red Mustang already had my juices flowing.
"Molly said you had trouble sleeping. You sure you don't want to come? We're only here a few more days."
"I, uh, maybe I'll join you later. I think I'll try to nap first."
"Suit yourself. Don't forget sunscreen."
"I won't, Mom." I yawned expressively and trudged back upstairs to the guest bedroom Molly and I were sharing to find her in a bikini, pulling a beach cover-up over her head. "Does Mom know you're wearing that?"
"I'm seventeen, Lexi. Sheesh. Besides, I was talking to this guy last time, and he said he'd be there again today."
"Well, I'm glad you're motivated." I laughed. "Have fun. I'm gonna stay here and take a nap."
"A nap. Right." She cocked an eyebrow at me. "Or are you going to stare out that window drooling over Leeee-aammmm?"
"Shut UP, Molly! Anyway, he left."
Molly grabbed a towel and swept past me out of the room. "Have a nice nap," she called.
I shut and locked the bedroom door, blissfully alone, and opened back up to Susannah and Everett's story on my phone.
"Everett unbuckled his belt and drew it from its loops, holding Susannah's gaze with his piercing blue eyes, cold with anger. He unbuttoned his trousers while Susannah watched, wide-eyed. He tugged his cock free so that it jutted out from his body, bobbing in front of her face. When he'd speared her with that last night, she'd thought she might split in half. But what was he going to do with it now?"
"He's going to shove it down your throat, Susannah," I muttered. Reading about Susannah's wedding night ravishment had gotten me so hot and bothered that I'd snuck off to the bathroom to relieve my mounting arousal, but I'd run into my mom in the hallway, and that had kind of killed the mood. Maybe I should reread that scene now that I knew I was alone. I scrolled back up to the previous chapter.
"Everett's hands were gentle as he unbuttoned Susannah's dress and pushed it from her shoulders. She held it to her body, shy about what would come next, even though she knew it was expected of a wife. But she barely knew this man, this big, handsome rancher. He turned her to face him and tugged her arms away from her chest so that the bodice of her dress fell away from her breasts. 'Please, Everett. Go slow,' she begged. They had only ever kissed once, earlier that day at the wedding, and now he was going to touch her in places no man had ever seen. 'You belong to me now, Susannah, body and soul,' he said, his fingers traveling up her arms and along her collarbone."
My own fingers were traveling down my stomach and into the waistband of my underwear. How I wished for my vibrator, but that would have been very hard to explain if my mom or my sister had seen it in my suitcase, so I'd left it at home, tucked away in its box under my bed. My bed, that I had to myself, in my room, where I could be alone.
It was one thing to take this trip every summer as a kid, to visit my aunt and uncle by the beach and soak up the Southern California sun. But I was nineteen now, and sharing a bed with my sister didn't exactly have the same charm. The one bright spot had always been Liam, the across-the-street neighbors' son, who had been a bored teenager just hanging around the first summer we'd come here, when I was twelve, and whom I'd been lusting after since I knew what it meant to lust after someone. But since he'd gone off to college and then gotten his own place, I was lucky to see him once or twice during our whole vacation.
He was here now. Or he had been. Maybe he'd come back. Maybe I could go say hi.
I hooked my middle finger partway into my throbbing vagina and pressed the heel of my hand against my clit, imagining Liam's face hovering over mine as he kissed me and then took my virginity, spearing me with his cock in one hard thrust, like Everett had done to Susannah.
"Everett kissed her with rough lips, gathering her wrists in the small of her back in one strong hand and mauling her breast with the other. She gasped, struggled, shocked at the assault and at the sensations that coursed through her as his work-worn palm chafed her sensitive nipple."
Some girls fantasized about a romantic wedding night. I dreamed of being held down and fucked. Not that I had any idea what that was really like, but I sure did like the stories.
The roar of a car engine interrupted my fantasy, and I launched myself off the bed and across the hall to look out the window in my cousin's room, which faced the front of the house.
