He stopped when he heard his sister’s name.
“What did she inform you of?” The thought hit him like a lightning bolt. Katie could have discussed the incident. Felicia realized he had a wet dream on his sister’s leg.
“Nothing. She just said you give great back rubs.” Felicia said, “I shouldn’t have said that…Don’t tell her anything, and don’t stop. Please”
“Jeez!!.” He said, “We might be able to work something out,” even though she probably didn’t, if she did or told Katie that he massaged her.
“Okay…anything,” Felicia said.
“Tell me what you do behind the dirt pile”, He said as he felt her body fix under his hands.
She struggled to look at him without exposing her chest as her head spun. “What, ah, I really don’t understand, can you rephrase.”
“I mean the dirt pile at the ballpark…I saw you coming from around there, and I realized we do go there to do things we didn’t believe that anybody should be aware of.”
“Oh, um, I can’t tell…tell you that.” She responded.
“I will get it out of Katie, that’s fine.”
“No, there’s noway she will tell,” Felicia said.
“She won’t tell anyone that it’s just for girls.” She added.
His brain used all of its vim and vigor while trying to process Felicia’s words, causing his speech to temporarily stop. There was a possibility that Katie wasn’t just aware of what happened at the ballpark, but also…No, No, no!!, that was not possible. He tried to fight the whole idea his brain kept replaying.
He couldn’t stop thinking about Katie, his younger sister. However, if she were aware, then she had done things that are unspeakable to nature, and she might have known what happened to her leg. He told Derek he had a wet dream of jerking off on her leg, but was that all a lie?
“But after that dream, I only thought about doing it, but I didn’t do it. Yes, I went into her room, but nothing happened. Fuck!!” He said internally.
“You didn’t get my legs.” Felicia words spurred him from his deep thoughts.
The glare made it difficult to discern whether Miss Rose was on the opposite side of that sliding glass entryway. His heart rate sped up. He was sitting on Felicia with a gigantic boner about to pop out of the top of his jeans, spreading oil on her flesh, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. The sensation was similar to the one he experienced when confronting Derek’s mother, and he would never be able to explain it.
While Miss Rose was watching from behind the glass, he pictured himself doggy-style fucking Felicia. At the same time, it was good and evil. He wasn’t pondering any of his different issues any longer.
Her attractive legs were short.
“I don’t think your mother would like me touching you or rubbing you when I should be working.” He stated.
He was actually finished because there was nothing to plant because the delivery hadn’t yet arrived.
“She doesn’t care, but she might want you to do her too.”
While rehearsing her words, Robert applied oil in zigzag patterns to her thighs. As the lines parted, he observed her drooling down her reddened flesh toward her inner thighs. He imagined that even if her mother would probably let him do her, she would not want him to do Felicia in any way.
He put one hand on each leg as the oil was about to drip from her pudgy thighs. He felt his heart rate rise even more because they were hotter than he had anticipated. He looked at the house while his fingers cleared up within her legs.
In time, he noticed that he was dangerously close to the blue material strip. At the edges of her pussy lips, it had caved in even more and looked like it might let go. He might be seeing more than Felicia had planned for him to see with just a passing finger nudge. Playing a game when she was safe with her mother inside was clearly a joke. His propensity for awkward situations that tested his morals was even more obvious.
He set his hands simply over the rear of her knees. His thumbs pressed into her legs’ interiors. He shoved up in the direction of her protruding butt cheek after grabbing the outsides with his fingers. The oil squeaked up her thighs through the webbing between her thumbs and index fingers. It began to run down the grooves that separated the crotch from the legs after gathering at the intersection of the ass and legs. He watched as the blue fabric got darker as it soaked in. The only sounds were those of Felicia’s shallow breathing and the birds’ chirping. He filled his lungs and switched the bearing of his hands.
Felicia’s legs didn’t feel like Carmen’s. They might have, but he didn’t feel the same way about them. He had a different fear and a different desire. When his hands had touched the edge of Carmen’s buttock, he had been terrified. His only concern was touching Felicia’s groin. Carmen had been on his mind. He wanted to go even deeper under her shorts and feel the heat of her crotch on his fingers, but not because he was horny, or he wanted to teach her something. He needed her, needed every last bit of her, and didn’t need any other individual to have her. Wasn’t there a little piece of him that was happy his dad didn’t let her date?
He stopped and waited for a response when he got to the point where Felicia’s cheeks met her thighs. He wanted to teach Felicia a lesson and was horny. He wanted more sex while watching Dixon and having sex with Ella. For his issue, it had been the ideal mind-altering solution. He had totally failed to remember how much difficulty he was in each time he returned home.
He turned his hands. His thumbs dug deep into the space between her legs, tightening the swells at the bottom of her butt. He was trying the edges of her leg openings, and testing her. He inquired about the possibility of touching her pussy.
He paid attention to the supporting hints of Felicia’s murmuring moans and poked the edges of her swimsuit. Virgin, pale flesh emerged as the crease became deeper. Though it felt wholly different to him, it probably had the same texture as the skin he had just touched. His cock throbbed, and his brain stopped working. He was certain that his unkempt head would protrude through the front of his jeans if he sucked in his stomach.
And if Felicia sees that, what would she think?
Felicia groaned, “Mmmm…Ah, I’m sure Katie enjoys your massages even more than she mentioned. She hunched over and flexed her ass. “Mmmmm.”
His thumbs turned inward due to his hunch, and the flex made more of her bikini disappear into her ass valley.
“She doesn’t get massages like this,” He said as he slicked up the newly acquired property. He was slightly miffed that she had brought Katie back into the situation.
“She would love it-Ahhh-really love it,” I said.
He squeezed after grabbing both legs and the bottoms of each cheek. In contrast to Katie’s firm butt, her ass was soft and chubby.
He compared their buttocks, but why?
He didn’t want to think about Katie’s hefty butt in her tummy. But it is, he thought, which made it even more disturbing for him to place his hands on Katie’s best friend’s groin.
“She’s never going to know how this feels or that it ever happened.” Is she?” He was baffled that she hadn’t withdrawn at this point, or that he was unable to do what he truly needed to do.
“I won’t ever tell…as long as you finish,” she said.
He thought, “finish,” which could mean a variety of things. Did she want him to finish covering her exposed skin, get rid of her, or do what he wanted with her?
He took her shimmying and wriggling as a clue. He firmly pressed up her legs after circling each squishy thigh with his hands. When he got to her groin, she whimpered, but he kept going. He didn’t know how far she had allowed him to take this game, yet he planned to challenge her cutoff points like her swimsuit was being tested to contain her pussy.
“How about I give in” He pondered.