Please note that this story involves graphic non-consensual sex. If such a story might offend you then please do not read any further.
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"Happy Birthday, Claire" said my parents with big smiles, passing me a bundle of beautifully wrapped presents. I was still in my pj's, getting a big hug from my mum and dad on this, my 18th birthday.
"Thanks. You shouldn't have bought me so many presents. But you wont hear me complain" I giggled as I returned to my room to open my presents.
I was finally an adult. Able to make my own decisions, decide what I do and when I do it. I couldn't take the grin off my face. Nobody could!
I opened my presents, which were the usual gifts of pyjamas, jewellery, clothes and money. I was also given a gift voucher for the IKEA store. My mum knew that I needed a new wardrobe and had given me the voucher to choose my own.
The rest of the morning passed fairly quietly. Had breakfast with mum and dad and spoke about my sister's upcoming wedding, which I was going to be a bridesmaid.
Later, I got changed into a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt that accentuated my 18 year old tits. I was a 34C, but somehow they felt even bigger this morning.
I had a small breakfast as we were going out to celebrate with a birthday dinner tonight. My parents, my two sisters (Katie and Laura) and their partners were all going as well as my closest friends. I was looking forward to it.
Before that though, I decided that I wanted to go and get my wardrobe. I phoned my sister, Katie, and asked if she could drive me over. She arrived just after 1 o'clock with her fiancé Aaron, just at the same time as my friend Kirsty dropped off a gift. She couldn't stay as she was on her way to work in the local supermarket.
I went to my room to open my gift as I knew Kirsty could be a bit risqué with her gifts. She was a total slut. Last year she bought me a butt-plug, which has remained unopened in the back of my underwear drawer. She's not my best friend, but my oldest friend. As I expected, Kirsty had got me some lacy underwear that was also crotchless. I laughed when I opened it. She had also gone to the trouble of buying me a rampant rabbit. 'Excellent choice', I thought as I sniggered.
I thought I should try my new naughty underwear on before I went out to get my new wardrobe. I slipped out of my jeans and panties and tried on the new pants. Realising that the pants looked a bit ridiculous with my hair sticking out of the hole, I decided to give myself a quick trim, not that anybody was gonna be looking.
I had a rather painful experience when I turned 16. I had slept with my boyfriend at the time and had decided that sex would have to wait. Boys were so rough and clueless. I wanted to wait for a real man to make love to me and teach me everything I needed to know. I wasn't gonna be some slut for a high school boy.
So the trimming of my hair was just for me. I do like to touch myself occasionally and I found that trimming my bush always got me a bit horny. I stood up and realised that I had cut off a bit more than I had meant to -- I was almost bald. Although, when I tried the pants on it was much better looking. I could actually see my pussy lips sticking out of the hole in the pants, and it was blatantly obvious that they were wringing wet.
I decided that I had enough time to try out the new toy that Kirsty gave me. I ripped open the packaging and put the batteries in. The though of putting this monster inside of me had gotten me so juicy.
I lay back on my bed, which faced my door with a full length mirror on it, and watched myself bring my feet up next to my bum as I spread my legs. I slipped the 'rabbit' in slowly at first letting my wetness slip over the first few inches. I could feel myself close to cumming already and looking in the mirror and noticing that I had 8 inches inside of me was the biggest turn-on. I felt so dirty and naughty. I started breathing heavily and pinched my nipples with my left hand whilst my right hand was thrusting this heavenly toy in and out of my sopping pussy.
I closed my eyes just as I was reaching climax and stifled my scream of pleasure. My eyes stayed closed for the next 20 seconds or so as I was coming down from my climax. I was still moving the vibrator in and out of me very gently and had a huge smile on my face.
My smile soon disappeared when I opened my eyes to see Aaron, my sisters fiancé, looking back at me from the entrance of my door.
"Nice show" he said with a surprised smile on his face.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room" I whispered while I hurried to cover myself up. "Get out" I said quietly, keeping the noise down so that nobody else would come in and see me with these slut pants on and a soaking rampant rabbit wetting my bed sheets.
"Ok, calm down", he smirked "it's time to go. We'll wait in the car"
He closed the door behind him. I had always thought of Aaron as the brother I had never had. He was an attractive man, but I wasn't attracted to him.
"Hurry up Claire", my sister shouted from outside my room. "We've not got all day."
"Just coming" I said as I slipped on a new skirt that I had got from Katie.
I just had enough time to dry myself off from my orgasm and get out into the car. I sat on the back seat by myself as Aaron and Katie made small talk about my birthday, their wedding and the place we were going for dinner tonight. I tried to forget that Aaron had just witnessed me bringing myself off -- something no other man had been privileged enough to see.
We all went into IKEA and headed straight for the wardrobe section -- I knew exactly what I was looking for. Katie went to look for a new bed and some other bits and pieces while Aaron helped me with lifting the three boxes for my wardrobe. We were queuing at the tills when he asked me "Do you do that to yourself regularly?"
"Sorry? What did you say?" was my confused response.
"You know. Touch yourself and use a vibrator?" he whispered into my ear.
I just stood there not knowing what to do. My face was burning up with embarrassment and anger. How could he ask me that.
"Well?" he said staring right at me. I realized I had been silent for about 60 seconds.
"No. I mean yes, no, that's none of your business. Me touching myself is private." I said with authority.
"Ok" he said with a smile. "but the cashier would like your card to pay for the wardrobe."
It was only then that I realised that she had heard everything I had said. I was mortified.
