I woke up and for a few seconds everything seemed normal. Then the the nights hit me, Marcus’s mouth between my legs, the way he had stretched me, the way I had come while riding him. I pulled the covers higher and stayed in bed longer than usual, listening for sounds downstairs.
When I finally went down, Mom was making coffee and Dad was reading something on his phone. Marcus stood at the counter pouring water. He looked up when I walked in. Our eyes met for half a second, then we both looked away.
“Morning,” he said.
“Morning,” I answered, quiet.
I kept my distance and moved around him carefully but painfully aware, my breasts felt heavy under my shirt. I could feel the way the cotton scratched across my nipples. They were still sensitive from him sucking and biting them hard. I was hyper-aware of my own skin and the weather; still hot didn’t make it any better. I sat at the table and stared at my cereal, trying not to think about his hands on me the night before.
We both worked hard to act normal. When Mom asked if either of us wanted more toast, we answered at the same time and then went quiet again. Marcus left the kitchen first then I waited a full minute before I followed so it wouldn’t look like I was chasing him.
That evening our parents decided to watch a movie in the living room. I stood in the doorway for a moment, then forced myself to sit on the couch. He was already there. I left space between us and sat stiff, legs together, hands in my lap. He leaned back like nothing was wrong yet every time the movie got loud I felt him shift closer until his knee brushed mine under the blanket. I didn’t pull away, but I didn’t lean in either, I could already feel myself getting wet just from the nearness of him. I hated that I was such a slut and my body reacted so fast.
Halfway through the film Mom and Dad stood up to make popcorn. The second they left the room, Marcus’s hand slid onto my thigh under the blanket. I tensed and snapped at him. Don’t!
He didn’t stop, his fingers moved higher, slow, slipping under the edge of my shorts. I put my hand over his but couldn’t find the will to push him away. He found the damp fabric of my underwear and pressed gently. A tiny moan slipped out before I could stop it. Hearimg me, he started rubbing slow circles over my clit through the thin material. I tried to keep my eyes on the screen and my body still, but every pass of his fingers made heat build lower.
Mom’s voice came from the kitchen and we both froze. When the voices moved farther away, his fingers slipped under the side of my underwear and finally touched my bare pussy, warm and already slick. He stroked my clit in tight, steady circles. My breasts rose and fell faster under my shirt. The cotton dragged across my sensitive nipples with every breath. I had to grip the blanket hard and bit the inside of my cheek.
You’re soaked, he murmured near my ear, so quiet I almost missed it. Been thinking about last night?
I shook my head, but my hips gave a tiny push against his hand. My wanton body betraying me,I could feel how wet I was getting on his fingers. The risk of getting caught made only made it worse. My clit pulsed under his touch, I was so close already and I hated how easy it was for him.
The pleasure tightened fast. I kept staring at the television, pretending nothing was happening, while my legs began to shake. Marcus watched me from the corner of his eye and didn’t speed up. He just kept stroking in those same small circles until I couldn’t hold it. I came with my lips pressed tight, shaking hard enough that the blanket moved. My legs clamped around his hand. The orgasm rolled through me in hard waves, and I had to fight not to make a sound.
A few seconds later Mom and Dad came back with the popcorn. Marcus shifted back to his side of the couch like nothing had happened. I stayed under the blanket, thighs pressed together, still pulsing and wet between my legs. I could feel how slick I was every time I shifted.
Mom looked at me as she sat down. “You okay, honey? You’re all flushed.
My face got even hotter; the room’s warm,” I said quickly and the movie’s kind of intense. She nodded and handed me the popcorn bowl, not seeming to notice anything else. I took it and stared at the screen, heart still racing. Marcus didn’t look at me. He just reached for some popcorn like everything was normal.
We didn’t look at each other for the rest of the movie. When it ended I said goodnight in a small voice and went upstairs alone. In my room I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, heart still racing, the ache between my legs not gone at all. Down the hall I heard his door close.
We had pretended nothing happened, we kept our voices normal and our faces blank in front of our parents but my body still remembered every sneaky touch, ad I want more.
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