Since having her cherry popped in Paris, Amy had found herself hornier than ever before. Once she was passed the pain, she'd found pure ecstasy in her lover's arms and was desperate for that same feeling again. Of course, having had his way, Amy was crushed to find herself rejected.
She'd now been home a month. She was over the rejection and settling into her new college life, but god she was horny! Masturbation had never been a big deal to her, but lately it was a nightly occurrence. She couldn't sleep unless she got herself off. Sleeping in the same room as her sister, Kaley, made it quite difficult sometimes, but Amy found that as long as she restrained herself with a firm, but languid rhythm and buried her face in her pillow when her climax hit, she could get herself off satisfactorily without alerting her sister.
Amy had never been good with boys. It wasn't that she was unattractive, she simply wasn't confident around members of the opposite sex. Her French fling was a liberation for her, but returning home and once again being in the presence of her sister, with her long blonde hair and killer body, made her feel like she was 15 again. Kaley was less than a year older, but had developed long before her sister. Amy had to wait 'til she was 17 before her curves started to show. Now at 18, her body had developed beautifully, but the extra time Kaley had had to tone up made Amy very self-conscious, putting her back in the frame of mind of the 'geeky pale red-head'.
It was almost 1am and Kaley was wide awake, encapsulated by the sight before her. Despite her head being buried in her pillow, Kaley had heard the quivering moan coming from Amy's bed three nights ago. She sat up and saw her little sister facing away, her young body quivering in the dim light of a street lamp coming through the window. She knew immediately what was going on, having been in a similar position herself on quite a few nights while Amy was away.
This was the third night in a row Kaley had watched Amy frigging herself to orgasm. She couldn't help it. Last night she'd had to stop herself reaching into her pjs. Tonight she felt less restrained. She knew it was very wrong to be turned on by the sight of her own sister fingering herself, but as Kaley stared at Amy's glistening skin and listened to her heavy breaths, she had to touch herself; to join in. She watched Amy's arm carefully, matching her slow, steady rhythm. She plunged two fingers fully into wet pussy and stroked her clit with the palm of her hand 'til she found herself fighting back a deep, orgasmic moan...
*
The next day was Saturday. Kaley felt strange having blissfully frigged herself to orgasm at the sight of her sister doing the same. She knew she had to get out of the house for the day and, if possible, get it out of her system. She finished breakfast quickly, showered and dressed, packed a rucksack and headed out to the mall, promising her mom she'd be back by 6.
It was just after 10 and the mall wasn't quite as crowded as it would be later in the day. Kaley made for the nearest restroom, locked the cubicle door and stripped down to her red thong. She reached into her backpack and took out her carefully-folded red dress. The dress had been a favourite since she bought it a year ago. Long enough to look classy, but short enough to show off a good deal of beautiful legs and with a firm bodice that accentuated her breasts.
She slipped on a simple pair of red heals, tied up her hair and went back out into the mall after checking herself in the restroom mirror.
