"O.k. See you both this afternoon then," called George Maxwell to his two daughters, both of who were still sleeping upstairs. He closed the front door and walked briskly to his car. Inside, the elder of the two girls, Tobi, rolled over on her bed and shook the dreams from her hair as she tried to wake herself. Still half asleep, she stumbled to her feet and moaned slightly as the blood rushed down through her taut, nineteen year old body. She'd been having the most exquisite dream, and now small fragments of it were returning to her memory.
Where had she been? Someone's house, perhaps? Destinations were always hazy in dreams, though this place had seemed so familiar. She'd felt safe there, as comfortable as if it were her own home, yet she couldn't quite remember specific details. Something purple, she thought, and the scent of vanilla maybe? Stepping onto the cold bathroom tiles, a shiver ran the length of her spine. It contributed to the tingle in her lower stomach and she involuntarily pushed a finger lazily inside the elastic of her camisole panties. Twirling it in the curls of her pubic hair, she toyed with the idea of sliding it down to her moistening slit. I'd better not, she thought. Anna is in the other room.
Anna was Tobi's younger sister, though only by eighteen months or so, and she was right now rousing herself from a dream also. Knowing Tobi was already using the bathroom, she stretched out across the bed in search of warm spots, and tried to go back to sleep. After all, it was a Saturday and neither of them had any plans. Their father had left to attend an auction and they no longer lived with their mother so the house was empty, and no one would be back all day. Anna rolled onto her side and exhaled as her nipples dragged across the pillow. The movement brought her thighs together and the pressure released a delicious sensation that made her grind them against each other. Unlike Tobi, her dream was clear and, in some ways, still continuing. In it, she was asleep in her room, in this room, when she heard a feint knock at the door.
It was still dark, but she could make out the shadow of a woman standing by the entrance. Masked in a mass of hair - deep, auburn and long - the woman's face was hidden as was her tiny body, beneath a silk bathrobe. Though Anna didn't know who it was, she felt calm and non threatened and, in the dream, rolled onto her front to continue sleeping. A breeze swept across her legs and she because aware that the sheets had slipped from her body and that her baby-doll nightie had ridden high on her thighs, exposing the cottontail panties she was wearing beneath. Remembering the presence in her room, she reached down to pull the nightie into place but froze when she felt a hand gently come to rest on her leg. Tracing patterns in the darkness, the woman drew her fingers delicately over the back of Anna's knee, then up further to her thigh, climbing higher, higher...
At this point she'd woken, frustrated. Even in her dreams, she couldn't get a release. You see, though Anna had dated many boys, and had been immensely popular at high school, she was still a virgin. It had always been her choice and she was comfortable with it. That's the kind of girl she was and, whilst she watched her girlfriends get coerced into "giving it up" for a half bottle of Plymouth, something about all those misguided fumblings across the back seats of cars had convinced her to wait; convinced her to hold out for something more. The boys she'd dated had been just that: boys, with little of the sexual prowess she needed if she was going to hit her peak. Their rough finger jabs at her crutch and panicked groping of her breasts did nothing but cause her extreme discomfort and them intense confusion and it was always a relief to everyone when she would assume control and slide her lips down their chests, over the heads of their throbbing cocks. She loved giving head and, if the whispers around school were anything to go by, she was good at it. Getting these goons off is about as hard as taking off my bra, she thought as she slowly ground her thighs together.
She was tempted to play with herself. Here, alone in her room, no one would know. But the truth is, she'd never done it. It wasn't an issue of privacy. It had just never felt right and she wasn't about to start now. So, here she was, a gorgeous eighteen year old brunette in the prime of her sexual life, and still yet to have ever had an orgasm.
Meanwhile, Tobi had no such reservations. Standing under the hot stream of the shower, she was massaging her small breasts whilst enjoying the sensations of the water cascading down her body. Tobi was a knockout. She turned heads and she knew it. The complete sexual antithesis to her sister, her quest for pleasures of the flesh could almost be described as compulsive and she had a list of encounters that was as long as it was detailed. Now towelling off, her petite a-cup breasts shook liberally as she dabbed at her spectacularly enlarged nipples and she paused to pull languidly upon them once more. Further down, errant drops of water traversed her perfect stomach before pooling in a thick triangle of dark pubic hair that nestled itself between her shapely hips. As she pulled the silk bathrobe over her shoulders, fastening it loosely at her tiny waist, her hand graced a rough patch on her inner thigh and she reached for a tub of vanilla moisturising cream.
As Tobi was passing her younger sister's room, she heard a moan and poked her head in to investigate. "Morning sleepyhead," she said. "What'cha..." Tobi stopped mid sentence as she realised Anna was in fact still asleep. The sheets had been kicked off and her nightie had ridden up far enough to display the tops of her panties, however this wasn't what caused Tobi to raise a hand to her mouth to stifle giggles. In her dream state, Anna was grinding her pelvis demurely against a pillow that was wedged between her thighs and moaning softly. Tobi was amazed. She knew of her little sister's aversion to masturbation and never would have believed the scene in front of her, had she not been seeing it with her own eyes. Anna's breathing was heavier now and Tobi smiled. She knew the signs well enough to know that Anna was reaching one hell-uv-an-orgasm, and she'd be damned if she was gonna miss out on seeing her little sister's first big cum. "Wow, what a dream you must be having," whispered Tobi as Anna's movements against the pillow became more frenetic. Unable or unwilling to control herself, Tobi slipped a hand inside her robe and again resumed tugging at her nipples whilst her other hand fell between her thighs. Finding her clitoris, she sighed with pleasure and leaned back, eager to match her sister's every move, however she misjudged the distance between herself and the doorframe. Feeling as though she was going to fall, Tobi threw a foot back to regain balance but the shift in her body weight caused her to crash against the door.
Anna woke with a start. She was sweating profusely and inexplicably confused.
"What, where...Tobi, what are you...what am I..." Anna looked at her sister who was trying to regain her balance. Her silk robe had fallen open completely and her legs were splayed lewdly, displaying her still-glistening pussy lips. The tub of moisturising cream had overturned and the air was thick with a delicious vanilla aroma. Anna looked down at the pillow in between her legs and became aware that her crotch was throbbing. She started to panic.
"What have you done?" she squealed. Her brain was fumbling for an explanation and she was turning red with embarrassment. She couldn't be sure, but deep down she had a good idea of what she'd been doing, and the thought repulsed her. What's more, she knew Tobi has been watching.
"What were you doing? Were you watching me?" Anna was scrambling to pull herself together, checking all her clothing to ensure she wasn't 'showing' like her sister had been, whilst still trying to determine exactly what had just happened.
Tobi, meanwhile, didn't even bother to pull her robe together. Instead, she just rose to an upright position and stood there, smiling. She was busted and she knew it.
"You were! You were watching me," screamed Anna. The blood was rising to her face and she was now a deep shade of crimson. "GET OUT," she screamed. "GET OUT, YOU FUCKING PERVERT."
Tobi laughed. "Me? Perverted? I just watched you fuck yourself with a pillow." She casually started tracing circles on her exposed stomach.
"WHAT? What are you talking about? I wasn't...I didn't..." Anna was totally flustered. She didn't know what to say and instead just sat there shaking her head, wishing the world would just swallow her whole. "Oh, but you were," smirked Tobi, "and you did, little sister. I watched the whole thing." Try as she might, Anna knew it must be true. Defeated, she buried her head into the very same pillow that she'd been fucking only a minute ago and started to cry. A rush of sympathy rose quickly within Tobi and, ridden with guilt, she moved to comfort her little sister.
