This was so good. Two fingers, that were thickly coated with my juices, going quickly in and out of me, and another caressing my clit in just the right place. The fingers were mine, but in my mind they were his. Of course, it could never happen for real, but alone in my bedroom I could indulge in whatever fantasy turned me on, no matter how wicked it was. And this was one of my best, always guaranteed to get me off, and with a bang rather than a whimper.
Unless I'm short of time, I always indulge myself. Tonight, because I had nothing else to do, I'd started slowly, savouring every second of it. Now I was getting close to reaching it. My breathing was laboured, and despite the bedroom walls being paper-thin, I couldn't stop myself from moaning, and occasionally, even loudly. It wasn't going to take much more of this to make me come.
But I was wrong, seconds turned into minutes and I was still on the edge. I desperately wanted to topple over, to be consumed by a powerful orgasm. Fortunately for me though I knew a way of making that happen.
The fingers that were pleasuring me were now no longer his. They were hers. And because, like him, she was off-limits, this was another of my special fantasies.
All those years of playing with herself had made her an expert, so she knew what to do to finish me off. After only rubbing my precious jewel a couple of times, while imagining that it was her that was doing it to me, I climaxed.
It was just what the doctor ordered. As it melted away I felt my body relax. All the sexual tension had gone. In less than a minute I was fast asleep, dead to the world until I woke the next morning.
Breakfast was a full house, a rare event for us. Mother was doing all the cooking, and Father, while he was eating, was reading the newspaper. The twins, Becky and Finlay, seemed to be competing against each other to see who could eat the most.
When Finlay suddenly said, "Adele, you were noisy last night," he caught me off guard. But Mother, without her knowing it, came to my rescue.
"You always have the TV on too loud. It's not fair on your Brother."
It hadn't been on, but I wasn't going to tell her that, and thankfully, even though Finlay must have known that, he kept his mouth shut. However, shortly after, when no one was looking, he gave me a sly grin. Its meaning was obvious. He knew exactly what I'd been doing in my room. But what he didn't know was that for most of the time while I was doing it I'd been thinking about him!
When we'd finished eating I went to my room. Because it was Sunday, and I was up to date with my college work, I was having a lazy day. While lying on my bed I thought about what Finlay had said. His room was next to mine, but I never heard him jerking off. Why was that? It didn't take me long to work it out. With all the pussy that he was getting he didn't need to.
We're a lucky family, blessed with good genes. My Brother is handsome, girls are always falling over themselves to date him, and my Sister is a stunner, never short of male attention. And I can hold my own in any beauty contest. However, I'm only just coming to terms with my sexuality, so unlike them, I'm currently on my own. That's why I have to pleasure myself, and even though I'd done that last night, I was now ready to do it again.
This time the television was on, to mask any noise that I might make. To excite me, I was thinking about one of my lecturers. He was in his forties but he was still an attractive man. And it was working. Very soon my moist pussy had become wet, so my fingers were effortlessly sliding in and out of it. This was going to be a big one, perhaps even better than last night.
When it happened I was shocked, and that's why I just lay there not moving.
"I have something to tell..."
It was my brother. He'd suddenly opened the door without knocking, and now he was seeing everything. Like me, he was frozen in time, unable to do or say anything.
I was on top of the bed, and I was naked. I had a hand on my breast with the fingers on my nipple. The other one was between my wide open legs. He could clearly see that I had two of my fingers deep inside me.
He was the first to react. He mumbled, "Sorry," but he didn't avert his eyes. He continued to stare at my pussy, and I let him. I kept my legs open and I didn't remove my fingers. We might have stayed like that forever if I hadn't started to move my fingers.
When he realised what I was doing he gasped. I was fingering myself! And then, as quickly as he had entered, he turned tail and left, almost running out of the room.
If he'd stayed a little while longer, only a few more seconds, he would have seen his baby Sister come. And when I had, he would have heard me call out his name.
It had been wonderful, definitely one of my best. But now that it was over I couldn't believe what I'd just done. The big mistake was not locking the door. That was unfortunate, but excusable. Finlay should have knocked before entering, so some of the blame was his. However, not closing my legs straight away was wrong, and then fingering myself while he was watching me do it, was even worse. He was my Brother. Fantasising about him was harmless fun, but acting upon it wasn't. That was playing with fire, and as they say, when you do, you get burned.
An hour later he was back again, but this time he knocked, and then he asked, "Are you dressed?"
"Yes, come in."
There was now an awkward silence, both of us looking at each other, knowing that we needed to say something, but struggling to find the right words. Then suddenly both of us spoke at the same time, saying together the same thing. It was just one word.
"Sorry."
That made us laugh. When we'd finished all the tension between us had gone. We were back to normal, and what had happened would never be mentioned by either of us, but it definitely wouldn't be forgotten.
"I have something to tell you."
It was good news, and If I hadn't been naked with my fingers up my pussy the last time that he'd been in my room, then I would have heard about it then.
We were going on holiday!
However, that was in July, months away, but it was something to look forward to.
For the next few days I was a good girl. I resisted the temptation to play with myself, but eventually I gave in. And now that I had, I was going to make the most of it.
It must have been at least an hour before I was ready to come. My eyes were closed and I was thinking about Becky, and what I would like her to do to me. And in return I'd pleasure her as well. My Brother had got me excited, but it was her that was going to finish me off. And she would have if someone hadn't suddenly knocked on the door. Then they spoke, and there was no mistaking the voice, it was my Sister's.
I told her to go away, but she ignored me, insisting that she wanted to come in. Out of frustration I gave a deep sigh, and then, after covering my nakedness with a bathrobe, I got out of bed so that I could open the door. I loved my Sister dearly, but sometimes she could be a pain in the arse. When she wants something she doesn't stop until she gets it.
