The next day we had planned to go skiing. We did this every year but as we were about to leave I refused. No one really tried to convince me except Mom. I saw it kind of bothered her that Dad didn't try harder. She didn't know what we had done.
I didn't want to go because I felt like shit. I don't know why. It's not like I hadn't enjoyed what I had done. I mean, it would be weird to not feel weird about it. I tried to make sense of everything. It had all moved so fast.
Why did Dad go along with it so quickly? I felt like I didn't know him. I know he's a human with urges like everybody else but.. He just fucked me like I was someone else's daughter.
He did look like he regretted it this morning though. He avoided me. I guess that's why I felt like shit. I got scared because it felt like he didn't want me as his daughter anymore. I know it's silly but I can't help what I feel. He has never showed me that much love before but it felt like the opposite somehow. I just couldn't wrap my head around it.
It was actually freeing to be alone for a while. They were going skiing all day. I had a lot of time to reflect. If only I had spent the time reflecting.
Instead I found the key to Grandmas old closet. She actually had some cool clothes in there. I found a really cozy turquoise fleece onesie. The kind that has a flap on the butt for convenient bathroom visits.
Perfect for this old house and it's thin walls. I bet Grandpa found it convenient *hehe*. This was mine now. I was wearing my pajamas when I went through her stuff. I took it off. Being completely nude for just a few seconds before I put on the onesie made me shiver from the low temperature in the house.
When I was embraced by the onesie however I instantly got why she had one.
I also found a box with stuff in there. An old jewelry box. Nothing in that one for me but under a blanket I found an old massager from like the 80's. It was dusty green, heavy and wired. Looked like it was military grade or something. Like it could desintigrate any back problems.. or make them worse. I had to try it.
I plugged it in next to the big armchair in the upstairs living room, jumped up in the big chair and put it on. It made a loud buzzing sound and just holding it in my hand felt like it would slowly dissolve my cartilages if I used it for too long.
I held it on my belly and not only the very intense vibration chocked me but I could also feel it's intense heat through the thick fleece onesie. Just thinking about moving it down between my legs made me excited.
I slowly moved the violent hot machine closer and the intense vibration was already stimulating my clit. I though the shower head was my ultimate friend. This was on another level. I dragged it over my pussy and the direct hit on the top of my slit made me yelp out loud. I found the perfect spot just under the clit because of it's intensity. I pressed the hot vibrating machine hard on my lips, leaned my head back and exhaled. If anything was certain in this world it was the imminent orgasm moving towards me. I had my feet up on each armrest. I stroked the massager down and up in a steady rhythm from my asshole to my clit.
At every touch on my clit I yelped a loud "Aaah!"
I knew I was soiling the onesie on the inside but it felt too good for anything to be able to stop me. The sensation sucked everything towards my pussy. My body contorted and a pumping orgasm like I've never felt before just kept going. I fell on my knees on the floor. Breathing heavily. I was blown away.
I unbuttoned the flap and let the chilly air make goosebumps on my bare ass. With my spread ass in the air and my face on the floor I moved the massager behind my back and between my ass cheeks. I pressed hard on my now violently vibrating anus. My entire lower body was humming with vibration and I could still feel stimulation everywhere. My asshole was loosening up and the large massager started to slightly eat its way inside. That's when I heard the door open downstairs. They were back early. There was no time to change back from my onesie but I unplugged the massager and scuffed it under the armchair.
Mom, Dad and Rhonda was talking downstairs and only John came up to me. His eyes lit up when he saw me in the fleece onesie.
"You look absolutely perfect, sis!"
I blushed and gave him a little spin not realizing the but flap was still open. John almost fell back downstairs. He gave me a tiny but heartfelt smile and continued into his room.
"John, Emma! We're going to Frank's. Rhonda want to see the exhibition. You want to come?" Dad yelled from downstairs.
We had both seen more than plenty of our neighbor Frank's art and answered "No thank you!" like a rehearsed acapella group.
Mom, Dad and Rhonda left just seconds after.
This was it. I might just have a little time with John. Maybe we get a chance to talk or whatever. I just wanted to know how he felt so I could relax.
I buttoned up the butt flap and walked towards his room, took a deep nervous breath and opened the door.
He was standing by the window looking out dramatically. I didn't know what to say. I just jumped up on the bed while trying to find a way to begin the conversation.
"Can you like.. talk to me?" I said.
John turned around.
"They will probably be over there for a while."
"I don't want things to be weird. Do you regret what we did?"
"No Emma, I don't.. I.. don't know. I just want you to be alright. Are you ok?"
I realized he had a great deal of regret but maybe not for the worst reason.
"Yeah I'm ok.. I'm just scared that you don't like me or resent me or whatever."
I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes watering.
