My phone buzzed...
Happy 69 Day! 😜
My best friend and I always send each other immature texts like this. Getting this from her on June 9th was almost predictable. I sent her back the 👅 and tucked my phone back into my pocket.
It was a quiet Friday night, my parents had gone out for the evening and I was at home with my brother and sister. I had finished up my waitress shift about an hour ago, Lana had the day off and Ian had gotten home from one of his college final exams a few hours earlier. The three of us were sprawled out in the living room watching tv. I was only half paying attention, one of those nights where nothing is on but you feel compelled to watch anyway. Lana was at one end of the sectional and I was at the other, and Ian was across the room in one of the easy chairs. Being girls and always chilly, Lana and I each had a blanket on our laps, and Ian was content with just his phone to keep him company.
69 Day... when was the last time I had one of those? I smiled to myself at the memory. Jane and I in the hotel room, feasting on each other for what seemed like hours, including my first time giving anyone a rimjob. Damn, that's a great memory. I shifted slightly on the couch, feeling my body responding to the memory of being so aroused and satisfied. It has been such a long week, I could do with another fuck fest like that. Sadly, she wasn't in my life anymore - actually nobody was. Being single didn't change my sex drive one bit, I still masturbated like a teenager whenever I got the chance. I could use one of those self induced orgasms right now, actually.
I glanced at my siblings. Being twins, they always seemed to know what the other was doing, yet were almost oblivious to their older sister even being in the room. Ian had his full attention on his phone, and Lana seemed completely invested in the TV movie.
Why shouldn't I enjoy myself under the blanket right now? They're just my siblings. The worst that can happen is they get grossed out and leave, and they're both so into their own worlds I doubt they'd even notice if I got naked. I tested the situation in the room by shifting myself and stretching my legs out in front of me - best way to rub one's own clit, if you ask me. I made sure the blanket was loosely draped over me so that I could keep my hand underneath without them noticing the bulge. At first I just stroked my pussy lips lightly over my pants, yoga pants are so good for external stimulation sometimes.
Fuck, I'm horny tonight. When masturbation is the only action you get, you crave it as soon as you think about it. Neither of my siblings had even turned their heads in my direction when I shifted positions, so I decided it was go time. I widened my legs slightly and in the same move, slid my hand beneath the waistband of both my pants and panties gently stroking my own lips. I ran a finger between them (slightly wet already) and brought it back up to my clit. One of the best parts of getting yourself off is you don't need foreplay, you know what works. I love playing with my own clit until I cum, and given that I didn't need to be moving around too much, a one finger dance party was the perfect way to finish off my night.
I rubbed my clit in circles, fully enjoying the sweet bliss of sexual play (I could get myself off multiple times a day and never get tired of it) and started flicking my clit slightly. I really wanted to pinch my nipple with the other hand, but I know having both hands busy under the blanket might cause one of my siblings to notice. I stared at the tv but zoned out from what was on it, focusing on my pussy and imagining that it was someone else's finger or tongue making me wet and closer to cumming. I knew my breath was getting faster, but thankfully an ex who fell asleep before even thinking about sex had trained me to be able to build up to orgasm almost silently. I was getting even more turned on knowing that my siblings were in the room, they could catch me doing myself at any moment, I wanted to cum while they both were oblivious to the pussy show I was giving myself.
Fuuuuck, I thought: a 69 would be so fucking good right now. I thought once again of the memory of Jane's pussy in the hotel, twitching and rubbing on my tongue as I lapped up her juices. My finger was moving so fast now, I shifted my knees up slightly so the blanket wouldn't shake with the effort. I was so close, this was going to feel so damn good! I slid my hand off my clit and fingered myself deep, not surprised at all by the slickness I found there. I love making myself wet, and my clit needed some natural lube anyway. Before I could bring my wet fingertip back to my aching clit, Ian suddenly stood up from the chair. I froze, keeping my face relaxed and my eyes on the tv. He turned and walked away from us out of the room, with a causal "I'm out. See ya girlies." as he passed Lana on the couch. As he turned the corner into the kitchen, I relaxed again. The tv was playing a commercial, and Lana still seemed interested in whatever was on it. She suddenly seemed to snap out of it, shifted on the couch, and looked at me.
"Hungry? I'm going to grab a snack." She leaned forward and paused the tv, the commercial froze in place kind of like I did when Ian got up.
"No, I'm good." I replied. This was even better, she usually fixed herself snacks that took a while to make, so I could make myself cum while she was busy and be perfectly relaxed for the rest of the movie. She bounced into the kitchen, following Ian's path. I heard her call to him "E? Snackies?" I didn't hear his answer, I guess he had already disappeared into his room.
Lana was a smart girl, but at home she tended to act like the baby of the family that she was, even though she and Ian were turning 20 in 3 weeks. She had pet names for all of us, used her pouty face to get out of things with our parents, and often used baby talk. I guess the rest of us were just used to it.
I heard her moving dishes in the kitchen, thankful that she couldn't see me but I could hear her footsteps, I slid my finger out of my pussy and back up to my clit. It was soaked, my body has always responded to any kind of sexual touch with eagerness. I started flicking my clit again, and now that I was the only one in the room, slid my other hand up into my tank top and pinched my already hard nipple. Yesss, that was exactly what I need to push myself over the edge. I let out a soft sigh and moved my finger over my clit faster...
