My Sister's Innocence

Chapter 10
Aching?

Kayla paced her bedroom. It had been six months to the day that Tristan had left and Grant had last touched her. Bryce and Brent had pretty much treated her as a typical sister, seeming to forget they had once been aggressively attracted to her and moving on with their lives. They had little interest in whom Kayla was having sex with and in six months it seemed the answer would be no one. She had barely had a man wink at her much less lay a hand on her. She should be happy, right? Besides her first day indiscretion with Grant she had not been handled by any man.

That was a good thing, right?

Kayla never thought of herself as a sexual creature. In fact, if it had not been for Grant she would probably have remained a virgin much longer. She probably would have waited until the perfect man came along in some fantasy... Who the Hell was she kidding? She had wanted Grant and Tristan as much as they had wanted her, and honestly, had she not wanted Tristan just that little bit more?

But Tristan was all of the way in Michigan. He was so far away and Grant, he was in the very next room.

Her body moistened, her legs trembled, and she found herself falling to the floor with a sudden rush of need. Six months was so long not to be touched, to ache for someone right next to you, or even hundreds of miles away. Her mother would not even allow Tristan to come home and visit during holidays. She had banned him away from the house, leaving her to her own devices… and her own devices were nothing but trying to keep her grades up, trying to remain in her mother’s good graces while her mother scowled at her across the dinner table and at the same time would make sure she was eating enough because she looked thin. This mother, who loved and hated her, was driving her mad with rules that she had followed until that very day…

Kayla’s hands moved over her legs, the soft feel of delicate hands running up blue jeans heavy on her legs. She moved her hands upwards and stopped herself before she went further, stopped herself before she did what she could not bring herself to do. She was not some raving nymph, she did not need sex. She did not need much of anything at this point, and still… she yearned, but who did she yearn for?

Kayla’s hands moved inside of her jeans, unbuttoning the button before she really knew what she was doing with herself. Her fingers slipped down her stomach and found the small hairs covering the soft lips of her pussy. She ran her fingers through the hair, a deft finger slipping in-between wet lips and finding her clit. She closed her eyes and imagined his hands, whose hands? She felt him moving his finger over her clit, rubbing it in circles at first, just moistening her. With his other hand he pulled down her jeans until they were at her knees, her panties slipping down with the jeans. It left only her pussy and her upper thighs bare to her ceiling. She lay back on the floor, her own hands in place of his, moving down again, rubbing her clit, breathing heavy as she felt herself moisten, juices flowing and wetting her inner thighs when she pressed them together.

She arched her back and reached further down, letting her finger roll over her clit. Her breath caught when her finger rolled over that certain spot, that very right place that just drove a girl insane with desire. She pressed harder upon it, rubbed further, deeper into the clit and found herself already nearing orgasm. She clenched her legs and tried to stave it off, to enjoy the ride a little further, to enjoy her own touch in place of his. She bucked and thrusted her hips but in the end the absolute desire won out and while her finger was caught between her thighs she screamed at the ceiling, “Tristan!” and had her answer to whom she wished to be with most.