When I woke up, I still couldn’t believe that Holly had snuck into her big sister's bedroom and fucked my brains out while Laurie was away. As I had anticipated, Laurie was as horny as hell when she got home. I was still so worked up after my interlude with Holly I was able to give Laurie a long, hard ride.
Lucky for me, Laurie was so fixated on getting off that she hadn’t picked up Holly’s sweet scent on the sheets. A few months earlier, Laurie and I ran into one of my old girlfriends at the mall. Laurie smiled and acted quite cordial, but she dug her fingernails deeper and deeper into my arm as we talked. By the time the conversation ended, I was in agony and was furious to see that she had drawn blood. When I demanded an explanation for her demented behavior, she informed me that the damage would be much worse if I ever decided to rekindle my old relationship. If an old girlfriend made her that crazy, what the hell would she do if she found out I had fucked her sister?
Before Laurie awoke, I snuck out of the bedroom and poked around the house hoping to find Holly, but there was no sign of her anywhere. Later her mother informed me that Holly had gone to a friend’s house for the rest of the weekend. Although extremely disappointed, I supposed it was for the best. It would be easier to forget about what happened if she wasn’t around. Still, I hoped to catch a glimpse of her before I left, but Sunday came and went with no sign of Holly. Apparently, our little fling had satisfied her teenage curiosity. I felt stupid for thinking we might have shared something special when she was probably out prowling for her next conquest.
All the next week, I tried to forget about her, but images of her slender body and pert little breasts haunted me day and night. I longed to get back inside her tight pussy and feel her strong, slender legs wrapped around me. I finally became so desperate I routed through my stash of pictures and found a wonderful shot of her in a tight red sweater that outlined her perfect teenage breasts. Against my better judgment, I propped the photo up on my nightstand where I could see it while lying in bed. I can’t tell you how many times I jerked off while looking at her picture, replaying our taboo reunion over and over in my head.
By the time Friday rolled around again, I had whipped myself into a mad frenzy. Instead of letting the incident pass, I obsessed over it. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t know how I was going to handle seeing her again. I felt like I was eighteen again—but this time it was the dumb-ass part of eighteen—the inexperienced, hormone-crazed part when your voice cracks and your brain turns to mush when you’re directly confronted with the opposite sex.
When it finally came time for me to drive out to Laurie’s house, I spent the entire trip thinking of a million things to say to Holly. But as soon as I entered the house and saw Holly sitting on the couch with her mother, my mind went blank. Holly gave me a curt smile and murmured a greeting as if nothing had happened. After only a few minutes after my arrival, she left the room and my heart sank. The last hope I had for another chance at feeling her young, hot flesh against mine vanished along with her.
When her mother headed out for her weekly bingo ritual, I was left alone with the monotone drone of the evening news as I waited for Laurie to come home from work. I was drifting off to sleep when I became aware of a presence in the room. Holly had appeared and was sitting on the edge of the couch with her hands in her lap, staring at the floor. I was pleasantly surprised.
“Hello there,” I said. She looked up at me with sad, puppy-dog eyes.
“Hi.”
“I was afraid you were going to stay hidden this weekend, just like your little disappearing act last weekend.”
“Do you hate me?” she asked and held her breath.
“Do I hate you? No! Hell no! Don’t be silly!”
“I was so scared that you would hate me after what happened. That’s why I took off last weekend.”
“Oh no, sweetie, I don’t hate you at all. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Really?” Her whole face brightened. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you either!”
She leapt up off the couch and knelt in front of me. She kissed my hand, and laid her head in my lap. I stroked her soft hair and felt my john thomas suddenly come to life. She wrapped her arms tightly around my legs and sighed. I was relieved she still had feelings for me, but I also realized that I was in a real heap of shit. She shifted her position and I felt her soft breasts rub against my shins. This melted away my worries and replaced them with images of ravaging her sweet, perfect body.
She looked up at me with an inviting smile. I relaxed my legs and her gaze shifted to my groin. She reached towards my belt buckle and my heart rate doubled. I sank back into my chair and spread my legs further apart in anticipation. Just then the phone rang and my legs instinctively jerked back together.
“Don’t answer it!” she pleaded.
“We have to answer it,” I replied. “It’s probably your mother and she knows we’re here. If you don’t answer she’ll think something’s happened and she’ll turn right around and race back home. You know that.”
“You’re right,” she sighed, slowly got up, and plodded into the kitchen to answer the phone.
“Hello? Yes. Hold on,” she sighed.
She returned with a dark expression and dropped the cordless phone into my lap.
“It’s for you.” She turned and walked to the far end of the couch.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Hi, baby!” It was Laurie on the phone. “Great news! I’ve got a get-out-of-jail-free card! They’re cutting me loose early tonight!”
