More Than a Fling
One month.
It had now been one month since Allison had returned home. And in all that time, she had still not heard from
Dr.
Trevor Miles. She had pretty much resigned herself to the fact that, by now, she wasn't going to. She wanted more, but it
had
been just another fling.
She had not had any ongoing relationships with guys since high school. So, while it might have been nice to have had one with Trevor, the fact that it was not going to happen was not as painful as it could be. What was more troubling was that she had not had sex since she'd had it with him. And for someone who had sexually awakened a few months ago, she was beginning to feel desperate. Masturbating helped, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't the feel of a big, hard cock filling her tight pussy.
Allison had held out hope the first couple of weeks that she might still hear from Trevor. She convinced herself that he had just moved to a new place, to partner with the small town's only doctor, and maybe he just wanted to get settled before becoming involved. Her own new job for the town doctor's brother, a CPA, had kept her somewhat busy, but she had refrained from asking her boss about his brother's new partner. It was a fine balance. One the one hand she really wanted to know, but on the other, if the new physician had not contacted her, it was probably because he didn't want to. So, there would be no point in chasing after him. Though she was desperate, she didn't want to seem so.
For the most part, Allison had adapted. However, every so often when she was really horny, these thoughts entered her mind. If she was lucky, that's all she thought about. Yet, there were the times that she relived that night and morning in the motel during the snowstorm and longed for a nice, hard cock.
Quite often, a glass of wine could sooth her and help her to overcome these bouts of self-pity. Her parents were not drinkers and didn't particularly care for her keeping wine in the house, but she'd learned to appreciate and enjoy it in college, and she was an adult, so they really couldn't and didn't stop her. Likewise, her older brother learned to drink in college, so in that, she had an ally. Fortunately, her parents had traveled to a nearby town to visit her grandparents and would not return until tomorrow, so she could partake freely.
Returning to her bedroom with a glass and the bottle, Allison reflected on the issue that added to her dilemma. It was the fact that her hometown of Hartwell Falls was so small she knew all the single guys, had grown up with them, gone to school with them, and there were none that she particularly wanted to have a relationship with, none that even in her moment of desperation she even wanted to have sex with. How pathetic was that?
So, the wine wasn't working. Sometimes if she followed it up with a warm, relaxing shower, that helped. But the warm water beating down on her was less about cleansing her body and more about soothing her mind. To do that, she reached for the handheld showerhead and directed the spray between her legs. It did feel good. Tingled. Aroused. But not enough to produce an orgasm, not that she was really trying for that. Although right now, an orgasm would be nice. Even if only by her own hand. One of these days, she'd have to drive back to the big city to a store that she had come across in old town near where she had lived. Though she had never gone into that store, it sold sex apparatus. She could purchase a dildo and maybe a vibrator in case she continued to have a stretch without a real dick. For now, her trusty fingers would have to do.
With only a towel wrapped around her, Allison darted back to her bedroom and closed the door without realizing or noticing that it did not shut firmly, but rather left a small gap. She poured a quarter glass of wine, took a sip, and stretched out on her bed, propped up slightly against her pillows. Spreading her legs, she let her fingers go to work. Not wanting to resurrect thoughts of Trevor, whom she was trying to forget, she recalled her threesome with Amy and Jerry as a means of stimulation to get herself off.
With her eyes closed, she was oblivious to someone peeping in through the gap in her door.
Isaac had never been one to spy on his sister, although he had recognized that she had changed since returning from the big city. He wasn't certain what was different about her except that he had begun to notice her as an attractive woman, which he hadn't previously done. She'd always just been his little sister. But she'd grown up during those few months away. And now, as he passed her room and happened to glance in through the narrow opening of the door, seeing her sprawled out on her bed completely naked with her hand between her legs was quite breathtaking. He watched for a few seconds until guilt finally stopped him. His cock finally filled his pants and he had to adjust it. He heard Allison grunt as though she was about to come, but he realized it was more of a groan of frustration that she could not get herself off.
He knew that anguish of masturbating with no success. He stepped back not to be seen and knocked on her door without thinking why.
"Yes," Allison called out, scrambling for something to put on.
"You okay? I thought I heard you grunting."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got out of the shower."
"Oh, okay. I'll leave you—"
"No, no. Just a second."
"I can come back."
"No. Wait." All she could find quickly was an oversized sleeping shirt that was at the foot of her bed. She grabbed it and slipped it on but didn't bother to button it, just pulled it tight to cover up. "Come in."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes.
Come in.
Please
come in." But she didn't know why she'd said it like that.
The first thing he noticed was that her shirt only covered her top. Her shapely legs were completely bare all the way up to her waist. But the shirttail was tucked between her thighs to cover her pussy.
"Are you okay?" Isaac asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Why?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. You seem a little subdued since you returned home."
"Oh? Well—"
"Did something happen?"
Reaching for her glass of wine on her night table caused the flaps of her shirt to part, though not enough to expose her breasts. She quickly drew them back together. She shrugged without realizing it.
"What happened?" Isaac pressed.
She let out a heavy sigh. Why not? She'd always been able to talk to her brother. "I guess you could say I was sexually awakened."
"What?"
They'd never really discussed sex as teens, never really had a need or reason to. But now? What the hell? They were adults. She told him about her voyeurism in the big city and the threesome with her neighbors.
"Wow!
That's amazing."
"It really was," she agreed with a smile. "But then, I never heard from them again."
"That's odd."
"Yes. And then on the drive home . . ." She sat up and told him in general terms what had happened. "And I never heard from
him
again."
"Oh, wow. Should we really be having this conversation?"
"It's fine." She kept her arms wrapped around herself to prevent the shirt from splaying open again.
"Well, I haven't heard of a new doctor in town. I'm sure if there was, that would be all the talk. Have you called Doc Wilson or asked your boss?"
"No. It doesn't matter. If Trevor had wanted to contact me, he would have found a way by now."
"Then what's really bothering you?" Isaac asked.
"I have sex with people, and I don't hear from them again. What's up with that? What's
wrong
with me?"
He chuckled. "There's
nothing
wrong with you." Isaac reached for the wine bottle. "More?"
She merely held out her glass forgetting about keeping her shirt closed.
He filled it and had brought his own glass, which he topped off, and then took a seat on her bed. "It just means that neither of those people were looking for any permanence. Certainly not the doctor. I mean, if it hadn't been for the snowstorm, the two of you would probably not have gotten together. At least, not then or like that."
She sipped her wine as a small gap in her shirt opened.
"You just haven't found the right guy."
"And that is
not
going to happen in this town." Another sip. "Maybe I'm good enough to fuck, but not pretty enough or—" she opened her shirt without thinking to expose her tits "—don't have a good enough body or—"
Isaac nearly spit out his wine when she flashed her breasts.
"Oops!" she said, giggling. "Sorry. No big deal. They're just boobs."
"Yeah, but—"
She flashed them again. "Oh, come on. We're adults. They're just my tits. Don't tell me you've never seen boobs before." She hadn't bothered to fix her shirt.
Isaac reached in and pulled it together. "Yeah, but you shouldn't—"
"Seriously? Come on." Allison opened her shirt again. "Do I look okay?"
This was obviously awkward for Isaac, but he could see that it was important to her. "Look, if you weren't my sister—and of course, you are—I think you have a terrific body."
"Well, thanks," she said with a smile.
She sipped and he gulped.
Holding her shirt open again, she said, "I mean, without bragging, I think I have a damn good body."
He was getting used to it now. "You do. You have very nice tits.
Very
nice."
"You can touch them, if you want."
"What?
Are you nuts?"
"No.
Touch
them. I like it when a guy touches them."
"I'm your
brother."
"You're also a guy."
"It's not right. Are you drunk?"
"No,
I'm not
drunk.
It's no big deal. They're just tits." Then, very softly, she said, "
Please
touch them."
With a heavy sigh, Isaac reached out, but when he got close, he quickly pulled his hand back.
"Come on," she prodded.
So, he gently cupped one breast, caressed it for a second and then withdrew. "Very nice."