Halfway through, I felt something nudging at the entrance to my pussy. Then, it was filling me slowly, an inch at a time. Somehow, Terri had retrieved my dildo from my drawer and was carefully working it inside me. It was warm and slick, and when she turned it on, it sent deep ripples of pleasure through me.
I “suffered” through ten minutes of this blissful agony. The entire time, I was cursing her to either hurry up or stop and let me finish it myself. She never reacted; she just kept going, eventually locking her eyes on my face and not looking away.
Finally, an eternity later, I felt my orgasm build past the point of no return. The agonizing edging Terri had been abusing me with came to an end.
Even as my semen was racing up my shaft, Terri didn’t change her pace or stop the dildo that constantly assaulted me. She just kept sliding me in and out of her mouth, her lips pumping every ounce of cum from me. Her expression didn’t change, nor did those dark eyes as she watched me as I filled her mouth.
When I finally stopped shaking and lay still, Terri released me, set the toy aside, and slid up beside me under the covers. I was spent. All the tension Terri had inflicted on me strained me to the breaking point. My orgasm had taken all my tension and tossed it out the window.
I was halfway to dreamland when Terri whispered, “Sleep” in my ear, and I was out.
When Terri finally removed my imaginary chastity belt, I reluctantly agreed with what she’d done.
I was energized, and perky, and happy. I’d slept through the night three full nights… mostly. My color had returned, something I hadn’t realized had started to suffer until Terri mentioned it.
But what really helped was the fact that I was clear-headed. The morning of our argument, I’d been wandering around in a fog, my brain all fuzzy. It was almost like my libido had pushed my brain aside and was doing everything for me. This basically meant everything I wanted was sex-related. To the point, when looking back, I hadn’t been eating. A tiny bit at meal times, but I’d mostly been fantasizing and not eating.
Now, I was starving and greedily wolfing down a cheeseburger at our local burger joint.
“Slow down, you’re gonna choke!” Terri said.
“I’m just so hungry!” I replied.
“OK, but it’s still gonna be there. No one’s going to take your burger.” Terri laughed.
I reluctantly put it down while still chewing a mouthful of food.
“Not going to eat that?” a voice said from behind me as a thin arm snaked down, depositing a helmet on the table and picking up my burger.
Terri’s eyes went wide as she said, “Well, I wasn’t expecting that.”
I looked up into the stunningly green eyes of my sister.
“Remmi!” I squealed, spraying food out of my mouth, causing Terri to jump back. I stood up so fast to hug Remmi that, sadly, she dropped my burger.
“Oh!” Remmi grunted as I crushed her in a bear hug.
My burger forgotten, I looked up into her face, “What are you doing here?”
“Let me breathe, and I’ll tell you,” she wheezed.
Grinning, I let her go and slid over to make room for her at the table.
“Hey, Terri,” my sister said, nodding at Terri.
“Hey yourself,” Terri said back in a tone I now knew intimately.
“Oh my God, how long have y’all been sleeping together?” I blurted out with as much tact as a cat in heat.
They both glared at me with WTF expressions.
Realizing how loud I’d said that, I glanced around quickly. Nobody was paying us any attention.
“Sorry,” I grimaced and grabbed my drink to try and cover my embarrassment.
Remmi shook her head as Terri chuckled.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but we haven’t slept together… you dork.” Remmi gave me a gentle shove.
“Not that I haven’t tried,” Terri mumbled, drawing a look from Remmi.
“At your 18th birthday party, I told you to call me,” Remmi said, only slightly teasingly. “You never called, so I figured you had other interests,” Remmi glanced at me.
“I didn’t think you were serious,” Terri said.
Remmi just shrugged in reply.
“Are you serious?” I asked, putting down my drink with enough force that bubbles fizzed up through the straw.
“What?” Terri said defensively. “Your sister’s hot.”
It was true; Remmi was a bombshell. Every ounce of mom’s good looks had been given to Remmi when she was born. She was short, but not in a bad way. Her thin frame had turned athletic when she started gymnastics. By the time she graduated high school, she had hips and curves I didn’t think gymnasts were allowed to have.
Right now, Remmi was wearing black leggings, a T-shirt and a thin leather coat. They all looked high-end and I wondered how she could afford it. She’d been going to university on a gymnastics scholarship and money from mom and dad, but I didn’t think it was enough to cover designer clothes. Then again, with the way she carried herself, she could make clothes from Walmart look like they’d come off a runway.
“I take it you forgot all about me once Ash turned 18?” Remmi asked, her eyes flashing.
Terri blushed furiously, something I’d never seen before. I interrupted the awkwardness when she didn’t speak, something else unheard of.
“So, why are you here?” I asked, drawing Remmi’s eye.
“What? Can’t I grab a burger? Or is this ‘your’ place and I’m not allowed?” she teased.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat something unhealthy, Dad’s cooking aside,” I said.
“Don’t tell me he’s still making that awful tuna casserole?” she asked.
“Awfully good, you mean!” I countered.
“It’s made with a whole bag of potato chips, Ash!” Remmi said.
“Yeah, and it’s amazing!” I didn’t really like it that much, but I knew Remmi hated tuna, especially Dad’s casserole. Plus, I liked needling her.