Part 2 (2/2)

Suddenly I was biting back tears. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry, so I s.n.a.t.c.hed my purse from her hands and dashed off headed toward the house.

”I wonder if she f.u.c.ks like you?” I heard Cynthia say as I rushed past.

Ash laughed. ”Wouldn't you like to know?”

They both cackled like hens as I darted out of earshot.

Chapter Five.

I no longer cared about my sister and her little s.e.x games. I had my own play toy in the dark, foreboding Shane. We started rendezvousing more and more, sometimes at her apartment in the city, other times at the estate, hidden in the east wing where Father and Tabitha couldn't hear. Each encounter left me breathless in antic.i.p.ation for the next.

”What's this one?” I was playing connect the scars on her body, languis.h.i.+ng over every line, every mark.

”I was playing flag football and ran into a rake.”

”And this one? Let me guess, knife fight?”

”Yeah, with a cantaloupe.” Shane laughed, a hearty, guttural guffaw I found intoxicating.

”It's my turn,” she said abruptly, flipping me over and crawling on top of me. ”I want to play connect the dots on your body now.”

I did like the sound of that, but I was barely comfortable with my naked body during s.e.x, much less so during a game of map my flaws. ”I'm not sure I have as many things to connect.”

Would that stop her?

”Well, let's make it interesting then,” she said, tugging off the remainder of my clothes. ”You close your eyes. When I get to something, you have to tell me where the mark came from.”

”Okay,” I drawled, uncertain.

”Oh, there's one catch.” I waited, already enticed but nervous nonetheless. ”I'm only going to use my tongue.”

I felt myself getting wetter already. Just the thought of Shane's tongue rolling up and down my body, darting in and out of crevices, demanding to know them, made me feel weak kneed and light headed. I'm pretty sure my legs parted right then and there, but Shane made a point of blindfolding me and laying my arms to the sides of my body instead of using them to cover the pooch on my stomach or my hairy triangle or some other place I would normally try to hide from insecurity.

”No touching, missy,” Shane said. She began slowly, one finger at a time, using her tongue to trace and then point at a spot between my thumb and forefinger.

”What's this one?”

”My grandmother was pointing with a knife in the kitchen and my hand hit it.”

”Ew, painful.” She moved on up and down each finger to my wrist to the inside of my elbow, using her tongue to stroke the inside and then the outside. ”And this one?” Her query was m.u.f.fled from sucking on my elbow, a motion that I was finding almost intolerable in its excitement.

”Uh, I don't know...” I trailed off moving my hand to her face and trying to push her down.

”No shortcuts and no hands, I said.” Shane played back with me. She knew how badly I wanted her inside me, on me, down there now, but she was drawing it out. My stomach knotted, desire like a clenched fist in my gut.

”What's this one?” she demanded again.

”Oh G.o.d, c'mon! Bobby Jenson pushed me off my bike in fourth grade.” All the blood in my body had rushed to my c.u.n.t, which was now so wet I could barely keep my legs together without matting. ”Move!”

Shane was controlled though, surely enjoying this little game. She moved from the elbow to my shoulder, under my arm and on to my neck. Finding no birthmarks or blemishes of any sort, Shane bit my neck slightly, in a sort of modified hickey. It left me speechless. I moved my own hand down to my crotch. I couldn't wait anymore. I would please myself if I had to.

But Shane caught me and pinned the wayward hand down with hers. She grabbed my other hand and when I couldn't bear it anymore she pinned it too, now using just her mouth to lick and nibble every single inch of my body from head to toe. The questions had ceased on her end, but the curiosity was still there, I could tell. When she flipped me over onto my belly I considered dry humping the bed, except, well, it could hardly be called dry humping with the state of delirium I was in.

”Shane, please.” I was beyond begging. Her tongue had hit every trigger point, every erogenous zone on my body except the big one, and I wasn't sure I could handle any more stimulation.

”Yes, dear,” Shane whispered in my ear.

”Please do it. I need you. Now.”

Before I could beg anymore, Shane forced my legs apart and from behind rammed her tongue in my c.u.n.t. She thrust it forcefully in and out of me, flicking along my c.l.i.t with each new shove. As greedy and demanding as her tongue seemed, it propelled me to o.r.g.a.s.m within minutes. But Shane wasn't ready to stop there.

As I lay spent on my bed, hoping to G.o.d n.o.body heard me shriek when I came, Shane shuffled about the room and came back with a purple marbled d.i.l.d.o that looked alarmingly like a boomerang. I wasn't sure what we would do with it, but I didn't want her to be aware of my naivety.

”Wait, let's rest a minute,” I stalled.

”Shhh, trust me.”

And so I did, lying back again while Shane gently moved one end of the lubed-up contraption inside me and placed the smaller end inside herself. She began rocking back and forth, her hips jutting out at me at random angles, our pubic hair soon matted and entwined like a natty old wig. I quickly learned that Shane could wield this double-headed d.i.l.d.o as surely as my college fling, Terra Moscowitz, strapped hers on. And with this I saw the desire and pleasure inside Shane as every time I pushed back, the toy throbbed inside of her. I could tease her now. I could hold back, slow down, then speed up, using my hips and my pelvis to control everything.

I entwined my fingers with hers and pushed our arms above our heads so Shane's whole torso fell onto mine. Her t.i.ts moving on top of mine, her mouth next to my neck, it was all too much, and I could barely contain myself until Shane started quivering. Her legs were shaking now, ferociously trying to control her body, but one final thrust and her back arched and she let out a loud, animalistic howl. I let myself o.r.g.a.s.m too finally, collapsing into her again.

When I awoke an hour later I knew I had to get Shane out of there before Father caught wind of us. I thanked G.o.d for this ridiculously large house. I ushered Shane out to the street and made my way back to the exit by the servant's quarters. And who was standing there but my sister.

”Ashley! Oh, my G.o.d. You scared me.”

”Maybe that's your guilt talking.”

”Shut the f.u.c.k up. I don't know what your problem is.” Ash had picked a c.r.a.p time to pretend to care about me. I wasn't buying her argument that Shane was using me to get to her. ”And how exactly does her having s.e.x with me get to you, hmm? Don't try to play big sister with me. You haven't acted like my sister in a long f.u.c.king time.”

”Look, I'm trying to stop you from getting hurt, kiddo. Shane's no good, she'll just break your heart.”

”You know what? I'm pretty d.a.m.n sick of you trying to get me going over this. I know for a fact that Shane doesn't want your s.k.a.n.ky a.s.s. She's in love with me.”

Ash was silent for a moment then she smiled, a glint in her eye. ”All right. Don't say I didn't warn you. I just thought it would be nice for you if you didn't have to have my discards all the time.”

Enough was enough. I pounced on Ash like a tiger cub, pus.h.i.+ng her to the ground, kicking and screaming. Before she knew what hit her, I had a clump of her hair in my hand and I was pus.h.i.+ng her face against the ground.

”I have had enough!” I screamed. ”Stop f.u.c.king with me!” I yelled each word as though it were its own proclamation. I was filled with rage and venom and years of disappointment at our relations.h.i.+p. This was the final blowout we had been coming to for years. She was a s.h.i.+tty sister, a c.r.a.ppy harlot who didn't care about anyone but herself.

When I realized she wasn't fighting back but was instead lying there laughing I realized the futility of my anger. Something about Ash wasn't right, that's just the bottom line. Taking her down, literally, in the garden in the middle of the night wasn't going to change that. I stood up, dusting myself off before walking away.

”You know, Ash, I don't know why you have to ruin this for me. Why can't I have one girl who wants me when you so clearly have dozens?”

I didn't wait for her reply.

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