Home, Sweet Home
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
68,037
Reviews:
90
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Home, Sweet Home
The day was hot. Hotter than hot. Hotter than that, even. Really, it was the hottest day of the year…or so she felt, anyway. She knew damn well it wasn’t, but after living in a typically cold country for a year and a half, being in the South again was seriously getting to her. She wouldn’t complain, though. At least she had a tan.
The young woman currently stood in front of an open, refrigerator door, fanning herself and letting the cool air hit her moist body. Moist from sweating, that is. Sometime while she was away, the family had put in a pool, which was great, as far as she was concerned. The backyard had never looked better.
Reaching in, she snatched a bottle of water and turned, bumping the door closed with her hip. The house was completely empty, and she was happy to finally have some privacy. She had been home for a week, and upon arriving, had immediately been attacked by shocked faces, warm hugs, and lots and lots of, “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S REALLY YOU!”
She smiled at the thought and pressed the bottle to her forehead, wandering off into the large living room. She wasn’t a particularly big girl – anymore – and stood at about five foot two or three at the most. Her body was a wonderland of curves, from the supple, c-cup breasts, to that beautiful hourglass figure, to her perfectly rounded ass and those amazing legs. She had never felt better about herself, even while in Europe, where the men were plentiful and would swoon at the sight of her. There was nothing more satisfying that coming home and seeing those faces, though… The people that knew her and had teased her…
…back when she was fat, that is.
It was a harsh word, and one that was hardly accurate. She was obese, to put it bluntly. She had been pimply faced, greasy haired, and just plain ol’ fat. No nice way to say it, really. Besides, it gave her a sense of pleasure to know she had come back like this after being so…ugly.
Bright, icy blue eyes twinkled happily as she reached for the remote and flicked the TV on. There was a movie on HBO. She didn’t know what the name of it was, but from the looks of it, the two main characters were about to get it on. She twisted the cap off her bottle and smiled to herself, full, rose colored lips nursing the tip while tucking a bit of that silky, dark brown hair behind her ear. It came to about her shoulders, and was done in a messily choppy style that gave her a sexy look above all else. She tugged idly at the white, string bikini she wore while watching the two lovers kiss on the screen. She couldn’t help but think to herself, ‘I’ve done that.’ True, the girl was a total and complete virgin. She would never let a guy go beyond fingering her, and would never go further than giving hand jobs herself. She preferred the tease. At the thought of this, she glanced towards the door. Bolted shut. Alone… She bit her lower lip and twisted the cap back on slowly, lying at her side. There was no harm in fooling around for a little while… Her parents were gone out of town on business for the weekend, and her brother was still at work. No harm at all…
She scooted down on the leather sofa and propped her feet up on the coffee table in front of it. Swallowing loudly, she waited a moment, her fingers simply teasing the outer edges of her bikini bottoms while she watched the two fall onto the bed. Was this actually HBO? She couldn’t tell. HBO usually didn’t show things this heated until later in the evening… And, yet, she could see the man’s fingers digging needily into the woman’s panties. She was arching her back and moaning appreciatively.
She bit her lip a little more roughly and her fingers dipped into her bikini. She brushed over the neatly trimmed area of her most sacred center. She could feel the heat pouring off her body already and bit down a little harder as her middle finger dove down, beginning to circle that little hypersensitive bud of a clit. She pressed her lips together and bit her tongue instead. The man was kissing down the woman’s stomach, dragging her panties down until his lips moved to press down against the mound of flesh…
She pressed hard against that little button and her hips pushed involuntarily back. She moaned softly, her head falling back against the sofa. A heavy breath fell from her lips and she rubbed a little more vigorously. She never went beyond her clit. She could never give herself any other kind of orgasm, as hard as she tried, with her fingers. She could feel herself getting wet all the same, though. She whimpered a little at the feeling and pressed harder, rubbing faster, as the man on the screen began to lick between the woman’s folds, making her writhe and squirm in ecstasy. Not HBO, no. When did they get pornography channels?
Just then, it happened. She gasped out and arched her back suddenly, kept rubbing hard, moaned into the silence and began to quake. She had a small, satisfying enough orgasm that left her sighing heavily. She felt very sensitive, so she took her hand out of her bikini and smiled lazily at the remnants of her orgasm. Just then, she heard the garage door slam closed.
“Chyler! I’m home!”
She froze. Her first instinct was to grab the remote. She changed the channel clumsily and wiped her finger off on her bikini, straightening up and twisting the cap off her water. She drank so quickly, that she began to choke on it just as her older sibling wandered in. He looked down at her suspiciously, frowning.
“What’s the matter? Did I scare you or something?”
“Y-yeah,” She stammered, coughing a little more before she forced a smile and crossed her legs. Her older sibling. Twenty years old, six foot two, and almost identical to her. Dark, shaggy hair, cold blue eyes, and very muscular. She had never been attracted to him. She still wasn’t, although she knew he was a very good looking guy by today’s standards. He gave her another wary look before plopping down on the sofa next to her and stealing the remote.
“James is coming over later,” He stated matter of factly.
“Oh. Okay…”
“You better get dressed before he does.”
“I will.” She was hoping he couldn’t smell that scent. It was distinct, and she wondered, if she could smell it, could he?...her mind wandered, though.
James. Tall. Sexy. He was like a brother to her, she had known him for so long. Since she was a baby, in fact. He was her long-term crush. She would never get over him… Those sexy silver eyes, the dirty blonde hair. She felt a twinge of excitement. He hadn’t seen her new body yet.
Little did she know, as she stared dreamily at the television, that her brother was staring at her…
~*~
To be continued.
So, that's my first. I started out light, easy going. This is one of my favorite plays, and I'm twisting it heavily to suit a story, but yeah.
Trust me, folks. It's going to get good. It's going to be rough. It's going to be crazy...but most of what you see, as far as the warnings go right now, are going to be in the future. Near, far, and in between.
Enjoy and review, so I'll know you like it. Otherwise, I won't get into the dark, yummy goodness.
- UK
The young woman currently stood in front of an open, refrigerator door, fanning herself and letting the cool air hit her moist body. Moist from sweating, that is. Sometime while she was away, the family had put in a pool, which was great, as far as she was concerned. The backyard had never looked better.
Reaching in, she snatched a bottle of water and turned, bumping the door closed with her hip. The house was completely empty, and she was happy to finally have some privacy. She had been home for a week, and upon arriving, had immediately been attacked by shocked faces, warm hugs, and lots and lots of, “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S REALLY YOU!”
She smiled at the thought and pressed the bottle to her forehead, wandering off into the large living room. She wasn’t a particularly big girl – anymore – and stood at about five foot two or three at the most. Her body was a wonderland of curves, from the supple, c-cup breasts, to that beautiful hourglass figure, to her perfectly rounded ass and those amazing legs. She had never felt better about herself, even while in Europe, where the men were plentiful and would swoon at the sight of her. There was nothing more satisfying that coming home and seeing those faces, though… The people that knew her and had teased her…
…back when she was fat, that is.
It was a harsh word, and one that was hardly accurate. She was obese, to put it bluntly. She had been pimply faced, greasy haired, and just plain ol’ fat. No nice way to say it, really. Besides, it gave her a sense of pleasure to know she had come back like this after being so…ugly.
Bright, icy blue eyes twinkled happily as she reached for the remote and flicked the TV on. There was a movie on HBO. She didn’t know what the name of it was, but from the looks of it, the two main characters were about to get it on. She twisted the cap off her bottle and smiled to herself, full, rose colored lips nursing the tip while tucking a bit of that silky, dark brown hair behind her ear. It came to about her shoulders, and was done in a messily choppy style that gave her a sexy look above all else. She tugged idly at the white, string bikini she wore while watching the two lovers kiss on the screen. She couldn’t help but think to herself, ‘I’ve done that.’ True, the girl was a total and complete virgin. She would never let a guy go beyond fingering her, and would never go further than giving hand jobs herself. She preferred the tease. At the thought of this, she glanced towards the door. Bolted shut. Alone… She bit her lower lip and twisted the cap back on slowly, lying at her side. There was no harm in fooling around for a little while… Her parents were gone out of town on business for the weekend, and her brother was still at work. No harm at all…
She scooted down on the leather sofa and propped her feet up on the coffee table in front of it. Swallowing loudly, she waited a moment, her fingers simply teasing the outer edges of her bikini bottoms while she watched the two fall onto the bed. Was this actually HBO? She couldn’t tell. HBO usually didn’t show things this heated until later in the evening… And, yet, she could see the man’s fingers digging needily into the woman’s panties. She was arching her back and moaning appreciatively.
She bit her lip a little more roughly and her fingers dipped into her bikini. She brushed over the neatly trimmed area of her most sacred center. She could feel the heat pouring off her body already and bit down a little harder as her middle finger dove down, beginning to circle that little hypersensitive bud of a clit. She pressed her lips together and bit her tongue instead. The man was kissing down the woman’s stomach, dragging her panties down until his lips moved to press down against the mound of flesh…
She pressed hard against that little button and her hips pushed involuntarily back. She moaned softly, her head falling back against the sofa. A heavy breath fell from her lips and she rubbed a little more vigorously. She never went beyond her clit. She could never give herself any other kind of orgasm, as hard as she tried, with her fingers. She could feel herself getting wet all the same, though. She whimpered a little at the feeling and pressed harder, rubbing faster, as the man on the screen began to lick between the woman’s folds, making her writhe and squirm in ecstasy. Not HBO, no. When did they get pornography channels?
Just then, it happened. She gasped out and arched her back suddenly, kept rubbing hard, moaned into the silence and began to quake. She had a small, satisfying enough orgasm that left her sighing heavily. She felt very sensitive, so she took her hand out of her bikini and smiled lazily at the remnants of her orgasm. Just then, she heard the garage door slam closed.
“Chyler! I’m home!”
She froze. Her first instinct was to grab the remote. She changed the channel clumsily and wiped her finger off on her bikini, straightening up and twisting the cap off her water. She drank so quickly, that she began to choke on it just as her older sibling wandered in. He looked down at her suspiciously, frowning.
“What’s the matter? Did I scare you or something?”
“Y-yeah,” She stammered, coughing a little more before she forced a smile and crossed her legs. Her older sibling. Twenty years old, six foot two, and almost identical to her. Dark, shaggy hair, cold blue eyes, and very muscular. She had never been attracted to him. She still wasn’t, although she knew he was a very good looking guy by today’s standards. He gave her another wary look before plopping down on the sofa next to her and stealing the remote.
“James is coming over later,” He stated matter of factly.
“Oh. Okay…”
“You better get dressed before he does.”
“I will.” She was hoping he couldn’t smell that scent. It was distinct, and she wondered, if she could smell it, could he?...her mind wandered, though.
James. Tall. Sexy. He was like a brother to her, she had known him for so long. Since she was a baby, in fact. He was her long-term crush. She would never get over him… Those sexy silver eyes, the dirty blonde hair. She felt a twinge of excitement. He hadn’t seen her new body yet.
Little did she know, as she stared dreamily at the television, that her brother was staring at her…
~*~
To be continued.
So, that's my first. I started out light, easy going. This is one of my favorite plays, and I'm twisting it heavily to suit a story, but yeah.
Trust me, folks. It's going to get good. It's going to be rough. It's going to be crazy...but most of what you see, as far as the warnings go right now, are going to be in the future. Near, far, and in between.
Enjoy and review, so I'll know you like it. Otherwise, I won't get into the dark, yummy goodness.
- UK