I was stunned, “What did that bastard do to you?”
“Later, just get me out of here, please!” she looked close to tears now.
“Come down to the other end,” I led her to the other end of the pool, where we couldn’t be seen from the kitchen and held up the towel for her.
Lauren climbed out, clothes dripping wet and stepped into my arms. I wrapped the towel around her, rubbing her back briskly, I could feel her shivering.
“Take off that skirt, and wrap the towel around yourself, Dad won’t be able to tell you’re naked under it.” I kept hold of the towel, shielding her from any possible view from inside the house as she stepped back before slipping the skirt down her thighs and dropping the shirt as well.
She was covered in goose bumps, and her nipples were sticking out at least a centimeter. I quickly wrapped the towel back around her, before bending down and grabbing her clothes, no panties as usual I thought. I didn’t want to walk inside carrying her wet clothes, which might raise some questions, so I carried them around the corner and stashed them under some bushes.
“Right, lets get you inside and warmed up” I grabbed Lauren by the arm and led her inside. Dad was at the counter, getting some plates of a cupboard.
“What on earth were you doing Lauren, you knew that it would be time for tea, not time for you go to off all hare brained and swimming, it’s too damn cold for that” then he glanced up and looked at her.
One look and you could tell that something wasn’t right, she was shaking and a little too pale. “Lauren, are you alright?” he asked, concern obvious in his voice.
“It’s okay dad, Dusty and I were playing and he knocked me into the pool and I swallowed some water. I didn’t plan on going swimming today.”
I kept us moving towards the stairs, eager to get away before more questions could be asked.
“Don’t’ worry dad, I’ll take care of her, get her into the shower and warmed up”
He was still frowning, but seemed to believe Laurens story, “alright, I’ll put some pizza in the oven for you, keep it warm”
I pushed Lauren up the stairs and into our room, I leaned back against the door, phew! We’d gotten away clean. There might be more questions later, but we had time to think and I could find out the whole story now.
Lauren was just sitting on her bed, she’d let go of the towel so now it was just covering her lap, her hard nipples pointing at me. I didn’t quite know what to do, what had happened with Alex? Had he raped her or was it something else?
I went and sat down next to her, putting my arms around her, I hugged her to me. “Lauren, are you ok? What happened?”
“I need a shower, I’m all sticky” she didn’t look at me, she just got up and walked into the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I didn’t want to give Alex anything else to see, so I grabbed a chair from my desk and followed Lauren into the bathroom, then wedging the chair under the other door so it couldn’t be opened.
“Lauren? Talk to me, tell me what happened?” I was getting quite concerned now, was she in shock or something?
She turned on the shower, before turning to me and pulling me into another hug.
“I’m fan-fucking-tastic! Just damn cold!” she whispered into my ear as she grabbed my t-shirt and pulling it up and over my head.
Her fingers started tracing along the edges of my bra, teasing me with her delicate touch as they lightly ran along the edges of my boobs. My back arched and I let out an involuntary gasp as she squeezed both of my breasts, rubbing her thumbs across my nipples.
Lauren bent down, kissing my neck, her hands running behind me, unclasping my bra and dragging the straps down my arms. My bra fell to the ground between us and Lauren continued kissing down from my neck, across my collar bone, and onto my left boob, before licking at my nipple.
She looked up into my eyes, just the tip of her tongue flicking my nipple as her hands ran down my back before cupping my ass and squeezing me.
I moaned and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her up until I could kiss her, our lips mashing against each other. My tongue slipped between her lips, eagerly searching for hers, I tasted the inside of her mouth, and teasing her I pulled back as I felt her tongue pushing at me. I eagerly sucked her tongue into my mouth as I ran my hands through her hair and she continued to squeeze and knead the cheeks of my butt.
One of her hands moved between us, rubbing at the seam of my jeans, pushing hard against my pussy. I ground my pussy into her hand, trying to direct the pressure towards my clit. Lauren pushed me back up against the sink, her beautiful blue eyes staring into mine as she undid the buttons on my jeans and started tugging the tight material down over my hips.
I wiggled my butt, helping her to slide them down, Lauren knelt down and grasped one calf and raised my foot, sliding my jeans off before repeating the process on the other leg. Keeping hold of my leg she raised my foot to her mouth, placing a light kiss on the top of my foot.
“Your feet stink!” she giggled.
“They do not!” I cried in indignation. She just laughed again, her breath warm on my toes as she again kissed my foot. A delicious shiver ran up my spine as she began sucking on my big toe, this was a new thing for me but I could feel myself getting wetter and warmth spreading out from my center.
My toe slipped from Lauren’s mouth with a wet pop she began to lick and kiss her way up my calf, nibbling at the back of my knee, where she knew I had a sensitive spot. With both hands now grasping my thighs, she pushed me up until I was sitting on the bench.
“mmmmm, you smell so good and look at the mess you’ve made of your panties! They’re all wet and you didn’t even go swimming!”
Her eyes were half closed as she looked up at me, a small smile playing on her face, her nose just inches away from my light pink panties, which I have to admit did have a very noticeable wet spot on them.
“Well at least I’m wearing some” was my witty comeback.
“You’ll regret it soon” was her unusual reply.
Her tongue snaked out again, running along the wet spot before she pushed her mouth against me. I could feel her breath against my pussy lips as she sucked on my panties, trying to get a better taste of me.
“Take them off” I moaned in an urgent husky voice.
Lauren just shook her head, continuing to nuzzle at my pussy through my panties which were now wet with her saliva and my juices.
I reached down and grabbed my panties myself, I tried to wriggle them out from under my ass, but Lauren grabbed my hands, “Not yet” she whispered, then she slid my hands underneath my ass so I was sitting on them, before she returned her attention to my eager pussy.
Lauren was such a tease and it was driving me nuts, I wanted to give her something special tonight and here she was going down on me again! I couldn’t complain though as I let out another moan when she pulled the crotch aside, baring my bald pussy to her gaze. My small lips were glistening with moisture and my clit stood out, craving her touch.
She slipped a finger inside me, my tight pussy slowly giving way to the insistent pressure. She soon reached my hymen, looking up at me she said, “We’re going to have to get rid of that soon.”
“Not tonight, I want that to be something special for us later”
I badly wanted Lauren to take my virginity but now wasn’t the time, now I just wanted her to make me cum.
“Okay, but since I can’t go any deeper in here,” Lauren pumped her finger in and out my pussy a few times before pulling out. “Then I guess I’m going to have to put my finger somewhere else!”
Lauren had an evil glint in her eye as her finger, now coated in my pussy juice slid down from my pussy to my little rosebud. She flicked her tongue across my clit, causing my hips to buck forward and her finger to push at my asshole.
“Oh so you want my finger in your ass?” she flicked my clit again. I groaned again in mix of pleasure and frustration as my hips involuntarily thrust forward again, this time Lauren pushed with her finger sending the tip into my ass. Damn my little sister, it had only been one day and already she could play me like a fiddle.
“I knew that’s what you wanted, since you’re saving your pussy it must be your ass that you want to give me.” Lauren pushed her finger steadily into my ass, I could feel each knuckle as it slid past my sphincter.
Lauren began wiggling her finger inside my butt, I could feel it moving around inside me as she again licked my clit, sending another shudder through my body and I clenched down on her finger.
“Your ass is so tight, I bet if you tried what I did today, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week!”
I was suddenly reminded of the state I had found her in, what did she do today? “What happened to your ass?” In any other situation a question like that would seem very weird I thought, but such ideas were quickly driven from my mind as Lauren sucked hard at my clit and began pumping her finger in and out of my ass.
“mmmph, later, mmmm” she gave out a muffled response as she licked, sucked and nibbled at my clit and pussy. Running her tongue up and down my lips, she would then suck my clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before licking back down my lips and repeating the process.
I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled my hands out from underneath me, they were kind of numb but I grabbed my tits anyway, pulling at nipples so my boobs extended out into cones before letting them go. I loved being rough with my nipples but tender with my pussy and Lauren had me so close to the edge, I was almost ready to come.
“Hey, I didn’t say you could use your hands!” Lauren sat back, looking at me as I pulled hard on my nipples and letting out another groan of frustration.
“Lauren!” my voice echoed around the room, shocking us both. I slapped a hand across my mouth, shit! If Alex is in his room he must have heard me and I didn’t want that creep knowing what was going on in here.
We both stared at his door for several moments before looking at each other. “Sorry” I whispered.
nunya says
What? It just ends there? Thats it?
RANDY says
I DON’T THINK I’D WANT TO AUTHOR THIS EITHER. THE 7th UNFINISHED SHORT STORY POST DATE JUNE 30th 2015. SO I GUESS THE ANONYMOUS AUTHOR COULDN’T FINISH A STORY? THEN WHY START IT? THAT AIN’T NO DIFFERENT THAN STARTING A MOTOR REBUILD AND SAYING, “OH, FUCK IT. I’M TIRED OF BUILDING MOTORS” OR A RESIDENTIAL CONTRACTOR STARTING A CUSTOM HOME BUILD AND IN THE MIDDLE OR NEAR THE END JUST SAY, “FUCK IT, WHY EVEN FINISH IT. PEOPLE CAN JUST DRIVE BY AND WONDER WHAT IT WOULD LOOK LIKE FINISHED.” SUUUUUUUCKS!!!