“Pussy!” I screamed it, earning another round of laughter.
“Good. Now I’m going to teach you to say clit, and suck and fuck and blowjob...”
I came back to the present with a sharp jerk remembering the piercing jolts of electricity that shot through my pussy when I saw Shay’s cock. God, how easily those words popped into my head now. After that porn movie night, we hadn’t attempted it again. I locked Lilith away, forced myself to forget my stupid infatuation with Shay and never thought about it.
Had Lilith taken over my body once more? Would she stay? Would I be punished for thinking such dirty thoughts about my brother?
Still, I couldn’t believe it. “Oh, God. I saw Shay naked.” My laugh was a toss-up between misplaced nerves and disbelief. He was so sexy. I’d become a perve in a matter of minutes. I was so going to hell. Hugging my stomach, I paced the floor. Then I came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the room when realization kicked my ass.
How do I face him again? What do I say? How do I act natural after that? How do I stop my body from reacting to him after this?
The questions rolled over and over in my scrambled brain. “Oh, God.” I fisted my hair and stomped my foot. “Why did this have to happen now?” It was only then did I look in the mirror and let out a horrified, “oh shit.” My gaze taking in my flushed appearance. Given the heat and knowing I was alone at home, I’d gone to bed in panties and a sports bra—the material so sheer, my hard nipples and the outline of my pussy was easily noticeable. “God, this is seriously not happening.” I shook my head suddenly worried what Shay must’ve made of my scantily clad body while walking in on him naked.
Dropping to my bed, I hugged a pillow and forced myself to calm down, to think rationally. There was always a solution to any problem. Right? Nope. I couldn’t answer my own question. Closing my eyes, I willed sleep but all I saw was Shay’s muscular body rippling with water droplets and a very beautiful cock.
Without thinking, I touched my neck, the clammy skin surprising me. I let my hand slide down my body, and I gasped when it glided over my hard nipple, the soft tingles something I’d never felt before. When I reached the waistband of my cotton panty, I hesitated, not recognizing that weird sensation in my pussy. Part pain, part need. My eyes on the ceiling, I inhaled as my hand slid further. This was an untouched territory I’d never explored before not even after the porn movie fiasco.
The second my fingers slid between my lips, my body reacted, quivering and flushing with warmth. I exhaled sharply, surprised by how wet I was. I had no idea what I was doing but when I spread my folds and touched what I’d learned from Samantha was my clit, my body spasmed. I made a strangled sound as the most insane pleasure raced through me. Going by the tremors creeping along from my toes upward, I pressed the pad of my forefinger down on my clit and slowly circled.
My eyes closed and as I dipped my head back into the pillow, a soft moan fell from my lips. Breathing hard, I felt the sensations climb higher and higher and I added another finger, increasing the pressure and stroking harder. Then visions of Shay’s sexy body came into focus, his muscles rippling as he moved, his smile wide and delicious as he opened his mouth.
“Holy crap,” I panted, keeping still for a moment, a wildfire of heat storming my senses, then I began massaging my clit in slow sweet circles. My hips arched off the bed. Panting and moaning, I didn’t last long.
Ten seconds later, I imagined Shay’s beautiful eyes raking up and down my shuddering body. “Come for me, Blue.” Even in my fantasy, those words were loud and clear. And as if they possessed a direct link to my clit, my entire body spasmed, splintering into zillion unmatchable pieces.
“Oh, God, Shay!” I cried out, folding the pillow into my face to drown out my cries as pleasure rippled through me, wetness coating my fingers.
My toes curled and for just a moment I felt like I couldn’t move. My legs felt heavy at the same time weightless, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I was shaking so badly, I had to grasp the sheets to keep still. Letting the pleasure unfurl beneath my skin, I slowed my breathing.
“Oh my God, what was that?” I came down from my high with a nervous laugh.
You just fell over the edge of your first orgasm with Shay’s name on your lips, my Lilith answered.
Shame washed over me.
Hell, here I come.
When morning finallyrolled around, I was on tenterhooks to the point I hadn’t slept. After a quick shower, I arrived downstairs to find myself the sole occupant at the breakfast table. Normally, I would’ve banged on Shay’s door or worse, jumped on top of his sleeping form until I got him out of bed, forcing him to join me for breakfast. Now, I stood in the empty kitchen staring at the contents of the fridge and unable to make up my mind what I wanted to eat.
Another twenty minutes later, I was parked in front of a high pile of flapjacks drizzled with warm maple syrup when Shay entered. In gray sweats, a rumpled white t-shirt and hair tousled from sleep, he went straight to the coffee pot, poured himself a mug and downed it in one go. Usually, he’d greet me, steal a piece of whatever I was eating, or ruffle my hair with a kiss to the top of my head.
Dismayed, I waited, trying hard not to remember what his muscular body looked like under his clothes. Currently, that was harder than solving an arithmetic question. After he poured his second cup, he lifted it to his lips at the same time he turned. He eyed me over the rim. A discomfort I’d never experienced with him, ever, swam in those gray spheres. He was just as confused as I felt.
A heavy silence hung between us before his gaze dropped to the flapjacks. “You plan on eating all that by yourself?” He sounded normal, at least I thought so until I realized there was no smile. Shay always smiled even when I angered him by being a petulant brat at times.
Hiding my disappointment, I smiled, trying to act natural. “Unless you’re joining me, yes.” Was that my squeaky voice? Avoiding his gaze, I cut into a flapjack, forked a piece and held it out to him. “Want a taste?”
This time, he grinned. “You have a stack and you’re giving me a bite?” Before I could reply, he pulled out the seat next to me, sat and dragged the plate between the two of us.
Comforted by his normal behavior and what happened in his bedroom was something inconsequential, we shared the flapjacks, talked about the upcoming football game and other stuff we usually jabbed about.
Iassumed everythingwas fine and that I’d soon get over what I’d seen. He was my brother after all. I wasn’t supposed to think illicit thoughts or gawk at him, right?
Well tell that to the crazy thing inside my panty when I walked down to the stables two days later with my three friends. I’d invited them over for Shay’s birthday barbeque later that evening. Bored, we decided to roam around while our parents chatted.
Have you ever seen a group of ranch hands train horses? They’re freaking sexy. Tall, muscular, square-jawed and deep voices. Their husky laughter and mischievous grins, a sight to make any woman go googly-eyed let alone the reaction of four horny teenage girls.
“Holy hot balls,” Nyla was the first to gasp when we came around the large red building that housed the stables, to the open corral in front. “Damn, girl, how do you live here with these sexy men and still remain a virgin?” She looked at me, laughing.
