Jenny was bored. She and her older brother had been left to fend for themselves for the weekend, and the time that she’d expected to be so much fun had turned out to be nothing more than isolated boredom. Mike, her brother, was having a party, again. Just for guys, and she wasn’t allowed to join in. she’d been banished to her room, leaving her with only a small space and not a lot to do.
She decided to try once more to join in, and padded downstairs. Opening the door slightly and peeping in she was met by the shouts of her brother telling her to go back up to her room and to leave ‘the guys’ alone. She could smell the heavy aroma of weed and knew he thought she was too young to join in. She was 18, old enough to do most things, and she was fed up with being treated like a child.
She flung herself onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what she could do to pass the time. She leant over and turned up the volume on her stereo to try and drown out the sounds of the boys downstairs. Having inhaled a little of the smoke, she was feeling a little woozy, and along with it, there was a slight frisky edge to her mood. She ran her hand under her skirt, up to the edge of her panties, and ran her thumb over her clit, stroking gently through the material. She shivered. She hadn’t realised just how horny she was feeling, but now she moved her fingers down and could feel a small wet patch through the cotton material.
Pressing a little harder now, she let out a low moan and started to move her hips underneath her hands. She was inexperienced with boys, but knew exactly what she liked, and her fingers expertly slipped under the cotton to slide slowly into her tight, wet, pussy, whilst her other hand began to pull on her nipples, stiffening into peaks. She lay there for some time, teasing herself, nearly bringing herself to orgasm, then slowing her movements down and waiting until she was sopping wet. She had almost had enough teasing and, between moans, was about to come, when she suddenly heard a noise, and sat up abruptly, hair disheveled, skirt scrunched up around her waist.
There, standing in front of the door, were two of her brothers friends, Dave and nick, looking entranced. She was mortified, and quickly made to cover herself up, but they both moved towards her.
“Don’t, we love watching you….don’t cover yourself up” Dave murmured. She’d always had a crush on him, and the look in his eyes was of pure lust, a look she’d always dreamed of seeing.
Before she knew it, the boys had pinned her back onto her bed. Whilst Dave held her hands above her head and kissed her, she hardly noticed nick quickly and deftly tying her legs apart, spreading them open to their gaze. When she realised she struggled ineffectually to be set free, but Dave only smiled, reached down, and, before she had time to resist, tied her wrists together above her head.
