All characters are 18 or older.
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Kenzie woke to find that her sheets were soaked with sweat and her fingers were jammed deep in her soaking pussy. She sat up with a start. What was happening? She never had erotic dreams, rarely touched herself, and certainly never slept in the nude.
She absentmindedly slid her middle two fingers into her mouth and tasted her juices.
Yet here she was, undeniably naked, though she was sure she hadn't gone to bed that way. And she'd been having some kind of sex dream... Hadn't she? Kenzie couldn't remember details, just an impression—of wantonness, and school. Her school uniform, maybe?
And as for touching herself, she obviously had been. Quite a bit. And ...
She realized she was still sucking on her fingers and jerked her hand from her mouth. What was happening to her??
She picked up her sister's iPod from among the tangled sheets, noticing that it had apparently died overnight, and padded into the living room after hastily throwing on underwear and her oversize Tardis T shirt. Her sister was the only one home, since mom had already left for work.
"Chloe, did you —"
"Could you do me a favor and put in a piece of toast for me?" her sister interrupted.
"What? Oh sure..." she said, going into the kitchen. "Chloe, is the —"
"It feels good to do things for me, doesn't it?"
"Mmmmm, it does," said Kenzie absently, and sure enough a little shudder of pleasure ran through her body as she got out the loaf of bread. "And it feels good to agree, doesn't it?" said Chloe, following her into the kitchen.
"Uh huh!!"
She gave an uncharacteristic giggle as she dropped the bread into the toaster. It DID feel good to agree with her big sister!! Like, stupid-good!!
"Don't forget to charge your new iPod," Chloe said silkily. "Then you can take it to school with you! Won't that be fun?"
"Uh huh!!" Kenzie was sucking on one of her fingers again, but she didn't notice.
"Was there something you were going to ask me?"
Kenzie wrinkled her brow in an almost-parody of concentration. "I dess nod," she said around her finger.
"Then run along. Get charged and get dressed." Kenzie nodded obediently. "Maybe you want to wear a skirt today."
Kenzie's eyes widened. "I do!!" she said, wiping her wet fingers on the front of her underwear.
It felt good.
To think makes you
Dizzy
Dizzy
Dizzy
Kenzie was having a much harder time than usual with her honors classes today. She was two months from graduating near the top of her class, with a solid scholarship at a great college waiting for her just ahead and an undeniably bright future right after. So, a couple days of slacking off probably weren't going to hurt her... Still, she didn't like to let up on the forward momentum and really wasn't doing it on purpose. It was the music! she decided. The tunes kept running through her head every time she tried to concentrate on something in class.
Your thinking is
Fuzzy
Fuzzy
Fuzzy
Chloe was 20, just 2 years older, but the sisters had never gotten along very well. Their ... priorities were different; Chloe liked to have fun too much, that's what Kenzie thought. And Kenzie didn't like to have fun at all—that's what Chloe always said.
That's why it was so unusual and so ... nice!! ... that her big sister had given her an iPod full of tunes she'd picked out just for her. A modern-day mix tape, and Kenzie loved every single one! And the tunes were so infectious, she couldn't stop humming them even in class.
Sister ... Sister ...
You are such a good devoted sister ...
But what was funny was that although she could swear there were words, when she tried to think of them, they drifted away like mist. And she was usually so good at learning lyrics! Her memory was normally flawless ... And she loved learning show tunes in particular! But these were ... different.
There was that one with the driving beat—like DAH-du-dah-dah dah-du-dah-dah DAH-du-dah-dah dah-du-dah-dah...
Silly makes you horny and then
Horny makes you silly and then
Silly makes you horny and then
Horny makes you silly and then
Silly makes you horny and then
Horny makes you silly ...
And that one that was like a power ballad or a love song—how did it go, la da di daaa ...
Now, you don't need to remember
What you would like to forget ...
All you need to remember
Is obedience, pet ...
... dee, dee-dee dum ... Nope, it was on the tip of her mind. Maybe one more listen and she would get the words in her head...
You don't need to remember ...
The school day passed in a blur of humming catchy tunes and staring at her blank notebook (taking notes was so boring!).
She skipped working on homework to relax on the couch and watch reality TV with slightly unfocused eyes as she rubbed the front of her knee-length skirt. Twice her mother had to tell her to sit like a lady. Kenzie just giggled.
Just before bed, Chloe made a suggestion. "Why don't you give yourself a nice orgasm tonight?" And as usual, her sister had the best ideas.
She gave herself two.
Whatever Chloe wants ...
Chloe gets ...
Kenzie woke to find that her sheets were soaked with sweat and her fingers were jammed deep in her soaking pussy.
She stretched, kicked off the tangled covers, and luxuriated in the feeling of air on her naked body as she stroked her sensitive clit, thinking back on her sexy dreams. She'd been displaying herself at school, bending over in a schoolgirl uniform like she'd worn in 8th grade. She'd even lifted her skirt to show her underwear to some boys in the library. Something she would never, ever do! Her rational mind was disgusted, horrified ... But it wasn't in charge anymore, as her back arched and she came loudly.
Snatching up the dead iPod, she threw on a robe but didn't bother closing it as she drifted into the living room. "Mmmmm morning sis!!"
"You're in a good mood. Cum a lot?"
"Uh huh!!"
"Good girl. Why don't you go scramble me a couple of eggs?"
"Okay!!" she giggled, and disappeared into the kitchen.
"It feels good to giggle, doesn't it?" Chloe called.
"It sure does!!"
Chloe thought for a moment, then called, "And wash your hands!!"
Later, as Kenzie served her breakfast, Chloe said, "Today I think you're going to wear a shorter skirt. And you're not going to wear a bra."
"Are you sure ...?"
"Of course I'm sure. Your boobs aren't THAT big ... Could be good for them. And you're sure too, aren't you?"