Frank Brown: When Mom and Dad are away

She moaned, her toes clutching, tremors of pleasure pulsing through her body. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about what she'd found in Skip's bedroom, trying to concentrate completely on the sensations coursing through her body. She wanted to forget what she'd discovered in Skip's bedroom, which was something too wicked to even think about. How could he! How could her perfect twin brother possibly have written such filthy things! She must have imagined it!

She writhed on the bed, moaning as she finger-fucked her sizzling, juice-oozing crotch. Each thrust of her finger up her virgin fuck-hole sent an electric current through her loins and made her gasp. Her slippery, squirming, red-hot clit screamed with sensation each time her finger touched it and she chewed her lips to keep from crying out loud.

She wasn't in the habit of masturbating. She never did it unless she absolutely had to, only did it when the sexual tension built to such a pitch in her loins that she could think of nothing else but relieving herself of the agony. Twice, maybe three times a month, she was forced to relieve herself. Once a week at the most. Masturbation was a wicked, sinful practice. If anybody ever found out she jerked off, she'd never be able to face them again.

"Oooh, yesss!" she breathed.

Despite herself, she felt so good she wanted to whine out loud. As she squirmed on the bed, her blonde head rolling from side to side, her right hand jerking rhythmically between her legs, she massaged her belly and tits with her left hand. Her skin was so smooth and silky and hot. She loved herself. As wicked and perverted as it sounded, she was crazy about her own voluptuous young body.

Barb had once told her she was pretty. They'd been in the bathroom. Barb was washing Jenny's hair as Jenny sat naked in the bathtub. Barb's soapy hands slid down, rubbing Jenny's pert young tits with her upturned cherries. She caught Jenny's nipples between her slick, hot fingers and Jenny's eyes rolled back. Barb slid a hand down between Jenny's thighs and started to rub her pussy. Shocked, yet delirious with pleasure, Jenny spread her legs and let Barb slide a finger up inside her. Jenny exploded in seconds, her pussy sucking Barb's finger like a voracious little mouth. Barb finger-fucked Jenny's spasming cunt until her blue eyes nearly popped out.

That's when and where Jenny had learned about the pleasures a finger could give her – from Barb, who had been Skip's and Jenny's baby-sitter since they'd been kids. And it was from Barb that Jenny had learned just how voluptuous and sexy her teenage body was. Jenny had never again allowed Barb to masturbate her, but once initiated, Jenny could never forget what pleasure her body was capable of.

Now, squeezing her thighs around her twisting right hand, Jenny rocked her loins up and down, fucking herself on her stiff, twisting middle finger. Lifting her tits with her left hand, pushing them toward her face, she darted her wet tongue at her nipples, each electric flick of her tongue across her sensitive nipple-flesh sending a rush of pleasure-tingles through her body and making her cunt contract. Her asscheeks flexed as she humped upward, cunt-fucking her finger. Hot juices seeped from her pussy, leaking down her ass-crack, leaving a moist stain on the bedspread under her ass.

"Ohhh, yessss!" she moaned, no longer biting her lips to stifle her pleasure-cries. She felt so good she couldn't help herself. But what did it matter anyway if she moaned out loud? She was alone in the house – all alone in the house for the first time in her life. She felt free! She was in heaven!

"I'm coming!" she whined. And she arched up, the spasms erupting in her loins, her cunt sucking fiercely at her finger. "Ohhh, yes!"

The pleasure exploded inside her and her body jerked.

Her eyes rolled back. Her toes clawed at the bedspread. She arched up, humping wildly with each rush of spasms through her loins. Pussy cream frothed from her cunt, dribbling down her ass-crack. She was a juicy mess between the legs, but what did it matter? All that mattered was the pleasure. She could die feeling like this and she wouldn't care.

Her humping slowed and she collapsed against the mattress, melting into it. Sweat misted her body and she shivered as the breeze coming in under the window curtains licked across her and gave her a momentary chill. The chill passed and her sweaty body throbbed again with heat.

Holding her breath, she pulled her finger out of her pussy. Her fuck juices were like spit running down her finger. She wiped the slippery fluid on her belly and tits, then gathered the bedspread up around her nude body and let herself relax totally. In seconds, she felt herself drifting toward sleep. Luxuriating in her warm, post-orgasmic bliss, she slipped into unconsciousness.

When Jenny woke up from her nap she wasn't sure of the date, time, or place. She unwrapped herself from the bedspread, startled to find herself stark naked, the bedspread under her ass moist, as if she'd wet the bed, she began to put things together, to recall what had happened before she'd fallen asleep. She hadn't taken an afternoon nap in many years, and she had never in her life slept stark naked, so at first she thought she might be dreaming, dreaming that she'd just woken up from a nap, dreaming that she was naked.

She pinched herself on the tender skin of her flank, to see if it would hurt.

"Ouch!" she said. She had definitely had not dreamed that pinch.

She stretched and yawned and forced herself to get up. She felt groggy. She felt like going back to sleep and sinking back into blissful forgetfulness, for she remembered now, remembered all that had happened since she'd got home from school this afternoon, and her face turned red with shame.

She debated whether to take a cold shower, a sort of punishment for her filthy behavior, or whether to put on her gymnastics outfit and do some hard exercise. She decided on the exercise. She needed activity to help take her mind off things.

Since nobody was going to see her, she didn't bother to put on a support bra or panties under her one-piece gymnastics uniform. Her legs and feet were naked, and she tied up her hair in back in a ponytail. Then she went down to the basement, which was outfitted with a large exercise mat, weights, and gymnastics equipment. On the exercise mat she sank immediately into a full split and began doing bending stretches. Since she wasn't warmed up, the stretches hurt, but pain was what she was after – she deserved punishment for her shameful behavior.

When Skip arrived home from wrestling practice an hour later, Jenny was dripping with sweat. She'd just about knocked herself out with stretching, calisthenics, and vigorous exercises on various apparatus. Skip, dressed in jeans, T-shirt, and athletic shoes without socks, dropped his gym bag on the floor and smiled at his twin sister, who was stretching in the full split position up on the balance beam, her toes pointed, a look of determination on her face.

"Hey, Sis, take it easy, there ain't any coach around to slave drive you today – or any parents, either. You're gonna pull a muscle and lay yourself up for a week."

Jenny looked up, wiping sweat off her face. She couldn't remember when she'd ever worked out so hard.

"I'm almost done," she said. "Mom left microwave dinners for us. I'll pop them in in a few minutes."

"Cool it," Skip said. "No need to hurry. I'm gonna take it easy with the folks gone, take a vacation of my own, not bust my ass rushing around doing homework and stuff. It's gonna be a relief having them off my back for a few weeks."

Jenny brought her legs together and slid down off the balance beam. As her feet hit the mat, a wave of dizziness caused her to lose her balance, and she staggered. She'd literally knocked herself out by overdoing her exercises.