Alicia Elliston
“Clint,” I moaned as I humped my bare, virgin pussy into the large teddy bear lying atop me. He was my favorite stuffed animal–I had many–and my eighteen-year-old pussy tingled as I humped against his soft fur. “Clint, Clint, yes. I love you so much!”
I squeezed my eyes shut, not caring that my glasses were slipping on my face, as I humped harder and harder against my teddy bear. He was so soft atop me. I hugged him, my nipples tingling as I ground my pussy on him.
I wanted Clint so badly. I wanted him to claim me like the men in the romance novels I read. To make love to me, to pleasure me. I wanted him to go down on me and make me cum so hard. I wanted to gasp and moan and reach new plateaus of pleasure.
My conversation over the phone with Melody, where I embarrassingly masturbated as she talked about her first time with Clint last night, had left me horny for another orgasm. I needed it. So I ground so hard on my teddy bear. I moaned and gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head.
I stared into the teddy bear’s black, button eyes. “Yes, yes, Clint, you know what I need. Oh, you’re the best big brother.”
My pussy clenched. My clit tingled. The little bud ached as I humped against him, the furs tickling me. My bed creaked. Outside, a car started. I didn’t care. I just wanted to explode on my teddy bear, to satiate the horny ache inside me so I could get back to reading.
I was so close. I trembled. My toes curled. I was on the verge of erupting. The waves of pleasure would flood through my body at any moment. I loved that moment of release and ached for Clint to deliver me the same pleasure.
My pussy clenched. The pressure built. And–
Someone knocked at my door.
I let out a startled yelp, throwing my teddy bear off of me, my heart hammering. “Yes?”
“It’s Melody, Cupcake,” my cousin said. “I think we should talk.”
“O-okay,” I said, panic fluttering through me. I pushed my teddy bear to the edge of my bed–the right side lay flushed against my wall–joining my other stuffed animals. I pushed down my top and scrambled to grab my jean shorts as the doorknob turned.
“Sweetie, it’s locked,” Melody said.
“Just a moment,” I groaned, grabbing my jean shorts. I didn’t have time to find my panties. I yanked up the shorts, my body shuddering. I was so close to cumming. Why did she have to bother me now? No one ever bothered me. They let me stay in my room and read, lost to my books.
I didn’t need anyone. I had my books to keep me company.
I fumbled with the jean shorts’ fastener as Melody knocked again. “What are you doing in there, Cupcake?”
“Nothing,” I gasped, my face flushed. I pushed up my glasses, my pigtails bouncing about my shoulders as I crossed my room and twisted the doorknob, the lock popping.
Melody stood on the other side, a mischievous smile on her face that made her almost look like Lee. I used to be close with Lee–she was the same age as me–when we were kids, but she got into sports and running while I liked books. So, according to her, she couldn’t be friends with a nerd.
But Melody never teased me. She never really noticed me. Too busy playing with Clint, running around with him, her clothing always dirty, her knees skinned. She could climb our chestnut tree like no one else.
I blinked at her. Today… she looked like Zoey. Not as busty, but dressed to show off her body. To please my brother. My cheeks warmed as she stepped in, glancing at her round breasts molded by her tank top. I bet Clint loved her breasts.
I didn’t have any. Not really. Just little A cup bumps. Puberty, it seemed, was skipping me. All the other women in the family had tits, even Lee, and I was left with a slim body with hardly any curves. No wonder Clint loved Melody and hadn’t even noticed me.
She inhaled, and her smile grew. “Doesn’t smell like nothing in here?”
My cheeks burned hotter. It was a little… musty in here. My eyes flicked to my teddy bear and the obvious wet patch dampening the fur of his crotch. I wanted to melt into the floor as Melody moved to my bed, hopped on it, and grabbed my teddy bear. It was as tall as her when she sat down. Dad had won it for me at a carnival when I was ten.
“I heard girls masturbate this way,” Melody said. “Humping against plushies.”
“Melody,” I groaned, closing the door. I knew we were alone in the house, but still, I didn’t need anyone hearing about what I did in here just in case.
“What’s it like humping against a stuffed animal?” Melody asked. “I just use my fingers and sometimes a pencil.”
“Nice, I guess,” I said, standing stiffly. Melody leaned back into my teddy bear like he was the back of a chair. It almost looked like the toy embrace her, his stout arms about her waist.
“Do you pretend it’s Clint?”
My eyes widened. “Of course not. He’s my brother.”
“And he’s so sexy, right?” Melody said, patting the bed beside her. “Come on, Cupcake, don’t just stand in the middle of your room. Sit down. Let’s talk. Girls do that, you know?”
“I know,” I said. “I just… didn’t think you would… I mean, you’re such a tomboy.”
“But I’m still a girl.” She smiled. “Clint knows that, too.”
I bit my lip, moving to the bed.
“It’s okay if you masturbate to Clint, Cupcake. I think it’s hot.”
“You… do?” I swallowed and sat down on the edge of my bed, looking at her.
“Come on, lean back against your wall of stuffed animals.” Melody glanced at them all. “Uncle Clinton bought you most of these, right?”
I nodded. I moved back into them, feeling them against me.
“Did you ever masturbate to your dad?”
Her hazel eyes bored into mine. I swallowed, feeling so naked despite being clothed. I folded my hands over my lap, my pussy still so hot and itchy. I wanted to get back to masturbating. And now she was making me think of Dad. Clint was Dad but younger.
I nodded my head once.
“It hit you hard, his death,” Melody said, putting her arm around me, pulling me closer to her. I smelled something musty around her. Similar to my own pussy’s scent. But there was something else, something salty and yet almost like bleach.
Was it Clint? Did they have sex recently?
“I miss him,” I admitted, my heart hammering. She turned her head, her blonde hair brushing my light-brown pigtail. Melody was the only blonde in the family. Mom’s hair color came out of a bottle. Dad liked her that way.
Does Clint also like blondes? Should I bleach my hair?
“Clint’s missed you,” she said. “You spend all your time in here. Alone. Closeted up.” She smiled. “Masturbating.”
“I don’t spend all my time masturbating,” I protested.
She grabbed my kindle lying on the foot of my bed. “Right. You do it all the time to all those naughty romances you read with that subscription program. I bet some of them are hot. Your pussy must be wet so often.”
How did she know?
“I like to masturbate, too,” Melody purred. “Every girl does. I know, sex is supposed to be bad, but it’s not. It’s so much fun in all of its forms.”
“You like having sex with Clint?”
“I love it,” Melody breathed. “He’s my man, Alicia. I would do anything for him.”
“Anything?” I gasped.
“I would let him fuck my ass.” She leaned in. “In fact, he did that this morning. I’m still sore from it, but I came so hard.”
“Wow,” I breathed. Some of the romances I read, especially the naughty ones, had anal in them. “I’ve… stuck my finger… back there.”
“You naughty thing,” Melody laughed.
“What else would you do for him?” I bit my lip.
“I’d share him,” she said, her head leaning closer to mine. “If he wanted another girl, I would let her into his bed. I would love her with him.”
My heart thudded faster and faster. “You wouldn’t be… jealous?”
“It makes me happy serving him. It’s how I show him my love. And he shows it back by telling me to do things.” Her hand brushed my cheek, fingers so soft. She lifted my head, her lips lowering. “I would love to bring a girl to him. Someone beautiful and sexy and aching for her first time with a sexy man.”