I grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the wall above her head. The scent of shampoo that was still present in her wet hair was alluring, and I took a long moment to inhale deeply and revel in it's effect. She was visibly aggravated and was trying to wiggle her way out of my hold, but even as her towel loosened and began to fall off her wet body, she realized that she was powerless to save herself from the impending loss of cover that it provided. Her chest rose and fell with each of her apprehensive breaths, causing the towel to slide ever-so-slightly with each one. As it finally fell to the floor, she was almost embarrassed despite her anger, and fear of what I was doing to her. I had caught her red-handed, and now I was going to make her pay.
I buried my face in the corner of her neck and shoulder, and began to suck on her soft skin. She realized this was going to leave a mark that would be physical proof of our encounter, and her resistance became more desperate. Holding both of her wrists with one hand, I reached my other hand around behind her and traced down the length of her backbone. Her entire body was covered with goosebumps, as I ran my fingers further and further down, between the cheeks of her ass, and finally around to her bare pussy, into which I pressed my finger as far as it would go....
The sound of keys in the door caused me to sit up with a start, and with great disappointment I discovered that I has dozed off and let my fantasy run autonomously.
"Damn!" I hissed. "Just when it was getting good! So much for being alone."
My name is David, and I'm a senior in high school. I've been coming home from school as early as I can so that I can spend some quality time with my magazines before anyone else gets home. The computer usage was a little too closely monitored, and I found that it was easier to look at my collection of glossy prints in the privacy of my room in the basement and make up my own fantasies, which I could then play out in my mind at my leisure. The mental images of beautiful breasts, and shaved pussies framed by long legs in stockings and heels would tease me all day long at school. No wonder my grades are slipping.
Finding time alone at home used to be pretty easy, but my older sister, Lynn, is a sophomore at the state college, and has now started her summer break a full two weeks before me. We normally get along pretty well, despite her holier-than-thou attitude, and my having to endure four years of being the 'little brother' in school. I'd love to show her how not little I am!
So, now I was awake and groggy, and wondering who had come home. Dad wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so I figured it was Mom. She comes and goes throughout the day, except on Fridays when she makes the overnight trip south to visit her sister.
I was about to leave my room and head up the stairs to say hello to Mom, when I heard the footsteps on the floor above walking into Lynn's room.
"Hmm, that's odd." I said out loud to myself. "Mom would hardly dare to go into her room." It seemed Lynn had everyone under her control, including our parents. There had been some rather heated discussions over the privacy issue, where Lynn was concerned. I, of course, got hardly any, save the fact that my room is in the basement, so I can always tell who is where in the house. There was always plenty of warning when someone was getting ready to come down the stairs.
I supposed it could be Lynn, but it's kind of early to be home, even for her. The footsteps meandered a while, back and forth on the hardwood floor, and then a pause. I heard the stereo come on, and the hip-hop music that came blaring out of it proved it was indeed Lynn. She loved that stuff.
There wasn't a lot of time to wonder about her early arrival because as soon as the music started, she left her room and headed into the kitchen. I would have assumed she was going to fix a snack, but she continued right through towards the stairs.
"Oh shit! She's coming down here!" I said almost out loud. I quickly jumped into my closet and closed the door. Lynn had no way of knowing that I was home already, and I wanted to leave it that way for now. Maybe she's going to start some laundry or something like that. Nope! I was wrong again! Good thing i was in the closet because she walked straight into my room!
'What th....?!' That takes a lot of nerve, I thought, but I chose to remain hidden rather than confront her about the intrusion. I couldn't possibly imagine what the hell she'd be doing in my room. Normally, I'd get a ration of shit from her about the condition of my room, and the fact that she'd never be caught dead in there, but here she was, and though I couldn't see her, I could hear her rifling around under my bed.
