The heat woke her slowly; she slipped from dream into waking so easily she could distinguish no boundary between. The fan oscillated ineffectually, barely stirring the humid air that lay like a wet blanket over everything. Beyond the fan's feeble whirring she could hear the surf crashing on the beach. Restlessly, she turned over onto her side.
The last of a tiny tea-candle provided just enough light to see the shape of her sister lying next to her.
She
had no trouble sleeping. Katrina never did. Moments after her head hit the pillow she was dead to the world. This wasn't the first time Ada and her sister had shared a double bed on this trip and she had yet to see anything short of a parade disturb Katrina's rest.
Ada rolled onto her back again with a sigh. Bleary with exhaustion and -- let's be honest -- no small amount of tequila, her mind meandered over scenes of the party that evening. It would be the last before the rest of the guests left the villa, leaving her and her sister alone for two weeks.
We always over-estimate how long this place stays entertaining,
Ada mused wryly. The party had been good. Plenty of young men from the village nearby, willing to dance all night. Ada didn't speak Spanish but it hadn't proved a barrier; they were eager to convey their meaning any number of ways. She'd danced, but nothing more. Affectionate drunk she might be, but she had a boyfriend back in the States who was too good to lose.
God it had been a long time, though. These summer trips were always rather meditative in their monklike celibacy. She liked the sensation -- it sharpened her eyes, made the quiet ache in her a fever by the time their three weeks were up. The result always stunned her man speechless. And it inspired some unbeatable fantasies.
Running one hand over her bare belly Ada thought of the fellow she'd danced with the most that evening. Tall, long-haired, with eloquent eyes that spoke volumes. He spoke too, not seeming to mind that she understood not a word: all evening while they moved together he whispered in her ear, soft sibilant syllables she could never have hoped to translate. It didn't matter -- the brush of his breath against her neck had the same effect. She pressed her hips against his, let the heavy beat move her in slow spirals that never broke their contact. She felt him hard behind his zipper; he saw her nipples erect through her shirt.
Oh, she wanted him. She knew better, but sometimes that didn't help. That was why Katrina stayed nearby. They watched each other's backs on these trips, kept one another from doing anything stupid. When the last song ended Katrina grabbed her arm and steered her toward the door, laughing over her protests.
Thank god for that, Ada thought. But it sure didn't help her sleep afterward. Frustrated, she glanced over to see that Katrina was still sleeping soundly, then let the hand on her own belly slip down to rub her mound softly through her nightshirt.
Bad idea. Tonight her hunger wouldn't be silenced so easily; the light touch only made it worse. Careful not to shift her weight and shake the bed, Ada pulled her nightshirt up past her panties.
She brushed her fingers across her panties, biting her lip to contain her moans. She traced the outline of her slit through the thin fabric, then traced her clit. A harsh breath escaped her. Her wetness was beginning to soak through.
Finally she gave in. Pushing the gusset aside she drew one finger from the base of her vulva to the tip of her clit. Her hips jerked involuntarily -- she looked frantically at her sister. No sign of waking. She did it again.
Images of that young man danced in her head. Dancing with her, grinding against her, his cock aching for her. She imagined him thinking of her, stroking his cock, cumming with her face behind his eyes... but no name to cry out. Like a dream.
She brought in her left hand to tease her clit, freeing up the other to slide a finger inside her. She was soaking wet, desperate to orgasm. Her teeth hurt her lip, holding it still, keeping it silent as the urge to moan aloud became hard to bear.
Her eyes were closed. She didn't see her sister's hand until it covered her mouth. Then her eyes flew open and locked on Katrina's. Ada's busy fingers froze and she lay motionless, shocked, staring at her sister.
For a moment neither of them moved. Hot humiliation began to spread through Ada's body. She couldn't see much but her sister's wide, white eyes, the faint glimmers of the candlelight on her arm... she couldn't see her expression. Ada held still. She didn't know what to do. Then she felt Katrina's finger move on her lip.
Her sister traced her lip with the tip of one finger, traced the fixed expression of shock and embarrassment that silenced her. It tickled. Ada wanted to squirm but she was too bewildered. The alcohol still in her system made it hard to focus, hard to understand. Katrina's finger slipped into her mouth and touched her tongue.
Automatically she pressed back against the invading digit, moving her tongue up to meet it -- and then realized what that seemed like and fell still again. What was going on?
Katrina withdrew her finger. Her eyes never left Ada's as she brought her hand back to her side of the bed. It glistened with saliva. Slowly, deliberately, Katrina took her finger into her own mouth, sucking away the taste of Ada's.
Ada moaned then, helplessly, almost frightened. "Katrina..." she whispered.
"Shhh," her sister answered. She edged closer on the bed, traced Ada's jawline with her wet finger, provoking a shiver.
"Katrina, you're drunk," Ada said, trying to sound firm. "We can't..."
