Chapter Five
I was curious. I wanted to know what it was that made her laugh... or who it was? These questions left my thoughts floating on the Nile, lost at sea with no one to save it. But my stream of consciousness was sharply pinched when I heard something. It sounded like a whimper; a silent cry... but it was not of pain or anguish. It was more... subtle.
I could not take it anymore. My knees lowered to the floor and I crawled closer to the door and peered in through the small opening. I saw nothing at first as my eyes adjusted to the frame. And then the images slowly began to form. I saw her bed, neatly made, which meant she had not even sat on it. The reading lamp rested on a small table just beside it and a magazine was atop it. Katy was still nowhere in sight. I could hear her deep breathing and then another chuckle. I could not see anyone else.
I listened intently and held my own breathing. Fear of being caught nested in my vein, yet fascination crawled up close to my heart. What if Kirk was not even in the room and either of them had caught me in such condescending position? I contemplated getting up and moving away as the anxiety built up in me. My breathing was released now, but it was still lowered to the barest minimum. Just as I blinked my eyes, I saw Katy’s legs come into view.
Their milk fair color perfectly accentuated their slim shape and contrasted well with the dark floor. Katy, my sister, had always been beautiful, and fascinatingly so too. She stopped right in front of her bed, and I realized that she was just wearing her dress... or taking them off. And she rested her bum on the bed and was looking straight at me. My legs turned cold and froze to the floor. I was unable to move or breathe. I had been caught. But she took no action that hinted that she saw me, so I was confused. I saw her eyes staring in my direction and I could swear she could see me... but she was not even looking at me. Then I realized the dark passage had shadowed my frame and while I could see her well lightened room, she could not see me, unless she looked purposely to find me. But she did not know I was there. Her eyes were a planet away... so distant. Her facial expression was inexplicable.
"Oh Kirk, you are driving me crazy." She said. I heard her correctly... I was sure, and my heart sank.
I stood up, brow beaten and went to my own room. I forced myself to cry, but I just wouldn't. The tears wouldn't come. Instead, I began to feel a sensation creeping up my veins and down my spine, settling into a moistness in-between my legs. Was I getting turned on by this? Watching my own brother have sex with my sister?
And just then, I heard loud moans coming from that room. I knew that I should have gone into the room to confront them, but instead I was filled with curiosity. I walked slowly toward the room once more. I was more confident this time and looked into the open door. It was the most exasperating sight I had ever seen. There was Katy, with one leg on the bed, naked as the day she was born; getting her hairy pussy pounded by the long erected manhood of the man we both adored. A part of me started to pray that he was not my brother. But even if I could not see his face, I knew it was him. I knew his manhood. Its image from the other time was still plastered in my mind.
Kirk stood solidly behind her, holding her waist, and she only looked back occasionally… maybe when he hit something deep inside her. With the way she screamed, I imagined she was in heaven and even if she stared right at me, she wouldn't see me. The clasping sound as their skins touched sent shivers down my spine and weakened my legs. I found myself getting excited as my anger quelled.
I touched myself and played with my own feminine features as I watched the action that unfolded inside that room. When I heard Kirk’s groan, I also released my own liquid all over my panties. I rested for a few seconds and ran back to my own room to change into new clothes; different from the ones I previously had in mind.
When I returned from the store that day, after stealthily moving out of the house, I acted like it was all normal and nothing had happened. I knew that I could try out my fantasies with Kirk now. After all, my own sister was fucking him. That night as I struggled to find sleep, thoughts of him and Katy filled my head and my adventures with Kirk to come. . I was brimming with horniness that I had never felt before. I gently moved my right hand to my breasts and started to fondle them through the light fabric of my night gown.
I lifted my knees and allowed the hem of my gown fall down my laps till it nearly reached my groin. My left hand began to trace its way to my thighs and work all the way up till I could feel my soaked panties. I gently and rhythmically started to rub my pussy lips through my cotton panties and tried hard to muffle my moans. My eyes were closed and my lips parted as I whispered sweet words to myself. I imagined it was Morris saying those words and soon I could feel my excitement begin to heighten. My lips formed an O when I finally dipped my fingers into the elastic band and I could feel the friction of my growing pubic hairs while my middle finger touched the tip of my honey pot.
I slid my finger down further till it brushed past my clit, giving me the most heavenly sensation. As I rubbed my pussy and fondled my nipples, my moans started to get louder and louder while my hip jerked faster. I soon felt my body begin to pump. My nectar juices splashed on my fingers, drenching my pink panties as my pussy convulsed in an exhilarating climax. Consequently I was quickly taken by the tender arms of sleep... and dreams of bliss.