Madeline’s Search for Relief

Literotic asexstories – Madeline’s Search for Relief by WonderlustKing

— Hi, this is my first story. I wrote it in 2019 but didnt have the courage to post it until now. Let me know what you think. Any feedback is good feedback. All characters are over the age of 18. —

Sweat beaded on Madeline’s forehead, her breath escaped her lips in short, sharp, gasps. Her body trembled, her back arched. Her toes curled as she pressed against her mattress. “Please.” She begged herself, biting her lower lip to quiet her voice.

Madeline’s fingers working furiously between her thighs. Her middle finger flicked across her sensitive clit, each time sending a surge of pleasure coursing through her petite body. Her other hand reached further down, fingers entered inside her. Fingers quickly pumping in and out of her aching body. She felt her muscles involuntarily flex, a deep well of pleasure was rising inside her but her fingers were beginning to tire. She couldn’t keep up the pace she set.

Madeline’s changed tactics. Her middle finger now moved in a small circle focusing on her clit. Her pussy tighten around her fingers, squeezing them so tight she was forced to slow the pace of the thrusting fingers. Her voice spilled out in sighs of pleasure and low moans of relief. Her chest heaved and sweat ran over her skin as she worked her body into an ecstatic frenzy of pleasure.

She was naked except for her panties which were still wrapped around her ankles, her bedsheets shoved to the foot of the mattress, the blinds were open slightly allowing the moon to illuminate her naked body and bedroom in a pale light.

“I’m g-oing t- cum!” Madeline’s mind raced at the thought. She felt as if she was on the edge of a great precipice. A few more moments, a few more flicks of her fingers across her sensitive clit, and she would be engulfed into a sea of pleasure.

However, when Madeline changed the movements of her fingers she felt the ecstasy begin to fade ever so slightly, she was moving away from her orgasm. Redoubling her efforts, she slided a hand up her body and cupped her breast. Her fingers gently tugging and twisting her hard, sensitive nipple.

Madeline’s body grew frantic. She rocked her hips into her palm, grinding her clit against the soft flesh of her hand. She pressed her thighs together, her fingers soaked in her juices now desperately pumped in and out in unison. Her mind is filled with erotic images and situations.

But with each touch it felt as if she was taking one step back for every step forward, she was getting no closer to the sweet release she craved. After a few more agonizing minutes where her fingers expertly teased and tormented her nipples, clit, and pussy she became overwhelmingly aware she wouldn’t cum tonight. An invisible, intangible wall prevented her from crossing the threshold from edging to orgasm.

Madeline reluctantly gave up. Her body screamed for more as she slid her fingers out from her soaked, drooling pussy. Her breathing was labored as she struggled to catch her breath. She a chill grip her body as the cool night closed in around her sweat-coated body.

Madeline raged in quite a frustration. She sat up, feeling the need to throw something. She took up her pillow and hurled the cushion missile across her room, it crashes into something expensive-sounding in the darkness. Her sexual frustration still bubbled away and she rolled onto her stomach. She attacked her mattress, hands clenched into fists, pummelling her bed. Her head dropped and blindly she pulled blankets over her and let out a scream of frustration which was muffled into silence. She huffed out a loud impatient sigh and set her mind to falling asleep. To cement the point in her mind she squeezed her thighs tight together and bundled her hand up under her pillow. Despite her exhausted mind, her body was wired and she couldn’t drift off to sleep with her body so insistent on orgasming.

This unusual issue had disrupted Madeline’s life recently. She’s always had a high sex drive and usually masturbated once a day. But one day she noticed that it took longer and longer for her to orgasm and all the material she viewed didn’t seem to help. Ultimately, one evening she found herself completely unable to orgasm.

Madeline turned to her friends and the internet, seeking out any and all advice to be found which could help her overcome her issue. She tested the showerhead, her electric toothbrush, humping her pillow and in her desperation, she stole suggestively shaped vegetables from the fridge at night. All of which proved ultimately useless except the vegetables which doubled as intetestingly flavoured healthy midnight snacks.

But, by constantly playing with herself any chance she got and not being unable to satisfy her cravings she was always horny, and this lead to her feeding a vicious cycle of unending sexual torment.

However, the solution came, as it often does, from the unexpected. Late one night, as she imagined herself in all different sorts of erotic scenarios, one she hadn’t thought of materialized in her mind. As she tossed in her bed her fingers desperately attempting to get her off the image of her older twin brother, his head between her legs and his tongue attentively licking her clit appeared in her mind’s eye. Her orgasm hit her like a truck, her mind went blank and it felt as if she lost consciousness as her body writhed, she gripped her bed sheets so hard her fingers tore a hole in the fabric, she cried out so loud the next morning she woke up with a sore throat. That night was a while ago now and it appeared her imagination wasn’t enough anymore, no matter what she envisioned her brother doing she couldn’t cum.

As she attempted to ignore her body’s urging and force herself to sleep an idea stalked into the forefront of her mind. From what dark corner of her unconscious it had previously lingered, she didn’t know, but now the thought consumed her body and mind. She now knew that just a single glance of her brother was all she needed, then she would be able to cum and her long orgasm drought would be over. Just one peek through the door was enough her body told her.

Madeline silently stepped from her bed. Allowing the panties to slide from her ankles and pool on the floor, her feet instinctively seeking out her slippers which were somewhere by the bed. She stood up and made her way through the pale light to her door.

As she walked she caught her reflection in the wardrobe mirror. She took a moment in pale light to examine her naked, except for her slippers, body. She thought her brother was very good-looking and wondered what he thought of her.

Madeline and her brother are mixed race but she always took more after the Chinese side of the family. Everyone she met commented on her exotic features, her almond eyes, her pale white yet subtly golden skin, and her long, straight, raven black hair. She preened in the mirror, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and toying with the bangs that framed her face.

Madeline’s eyes moved on and traveled down from her face, settling on her chest. Her breasts are nicely shaped and perky with small nipples crowning the soft mounds. As for the size, each breast filled her hand quite nicely and due to her petite figure, they appeared bigger than they were, which she was thankful for.

Madeline’s body was slim, she had long legs and a small waist. Her body was almost hairless except for a small well-maintained patch of black pubic hair. Twisting she inspected her small but pleasingly shaped butt.

Her parents ensured that the twins were active, she hated it but now, seeing the results, she was thankful as the exercise kept her slim and toned.

Her fingers ran over her smooth skin tracing the movement of her eyes. Her hands cupped her breasts before running down her flat-toned stomach. She ran her fingers over her bush, smoothing the hair flat before they traveled around her thighs, finally coming to a rest on her soft rear. She rotated back and faced the mirror.

Taking one more glance at the pale figure in the mirror, she concluded that she looked better naked than dressed and happily moved towards the door to her bedroom.

Madeline pulled her bedroom door open and peeked out into the dark hallway, she felt apprehensive about creeping through the house naked to spy on her sleeping brother. Had she really become a sex-crazed degenerate turning to her brother for her sexual satisfaction? She told herself it was wrong and it was a line that shouldn’t be crossed, but another part pointed out that her brother was an attractive man and any healthy 18-year-old girl would be attracted to him she was only going to take a look, a look couldn’t hurt.

Madeline’s conflicting emotions warred in her mind, locking her in a stalemate of decision-making. At the thought of her brother, her clit throbbed and her legs quivered. Emboldened by her body’s encouragement she stepped out into the hallway. Her whole body tingled and she felt lightheaded as her animal instinct for pleasure overpowered her better reasoning.

Madeline lifted an arm to cover her breasts and dropped her other hand between her legs to hide her wet slit. Her heart was racing now, she was moments away from mind-numbing bliss.

Madeline moved quickly down the hallway. She let her arm covering her breast drop and her hand took hold of the cold door handle to her brother’s room. She twisted it slowly and over the sound of her beating heart, she heard the door click open almost imperceptively. She pushed the door forward and stepped into her brother’s room.

Madeline took in the scene before her. Ash was sleeping on his back, shirtless, sheets pushed down to his thighs. Ashley took after their Caucasian side of the family. He was taller and broader than her, he still had the oval eyes that matched hers. While her skin was a pale white gold his was lightly tanned from sun exposure and his hair was a slightly wavy dark brown. He was a fit and his muscles were well developed but not clearly defined.