Ananya
I couldn't concentrate on my romance novel as I lay in bed. Sara's words echoed in my mind: Cum in me, Cherry.
My brother had made love to our cousin last night. The words hung in my mind, rattling over and over since last night. I had trouble sleeping, tossing, turning. He made me feel so funny between my thighs. Made me squirm my legs. I felt like one of the women in my romance novels, aching for her lover to claim her.
To take her hard and love her.
I bit my lip and pushed up my glasses. My other hand crept down my nightgown. I knew it was wrong to touch myself and think about my brother, but I couldn't help it. Not since last night. Not since I heard them making love over and over. Not since I heard Sara moan those words.
I bit my lip as I slipped my hand down to my virgin pussy. My eyes closed and I touched myself picturing Cherry's handsome face, so gallant, so strong, so loving. He was just like Daddy. I was wet, my flesh slippery.
"Cherry," I sighed, rubbing myself and getting lost to my taboo fantasy, so envious of my cousin.
To be continued...