0 comments/ 42605 views/ 4 favorites Distraction Ch. 01 By: FromSun Since having her cherry popped in Paris, Amy had found herself hornier than ever before. Once she was passed the pain, she'd found pure ecstasy in her lover's arms and was desperate for that same feeling again. Of course, having had his way, Amy was crushed to find herself rejected. She'd now been home a month. She was over the rejection and settling into her new college life, but god she was horny! Masturbation had never been a big deal to her, but lately it was a nightly occurrence. She couldn't sleep unless she got herself off. Sleeping in the same room as her sister, Kaley, made it quite difficult sometimes, but Amy found that as long as she restrained herself with a firm, but languid rhythm and buried her face in her pillow when her climax hit, she could get herself off satisfactorily without alerting her sister. Amy had never been good with boys. It wasn't that she was unattractive, she simply wasn't confident around members of the opposite sex. Her French fling was a liberation for her, but returning home and once again being in the presence of her sister, with her long blonde hair and killer body, made her feel like she was 15 again. Kaley was less than a year older, but had developed long before her sister. Amy had to wait 'til she was 17 before her curves started to show. Now at 18, her body had developed beautifully, but the extra time Kaley had had to tone up made Amy very self-conscious, putting her back in the frame of mind of the 'geeky pale red-head'. It was almost 1am and Kaley was wide awake, encapsulated by the sight before her. Despite her head being buried in her pillow, Kaley had heard the quivering moan coming from Amy's bed three nights ago. She sat up and saw her little sister facing away, her young body quivering in the dim light of a street lamp coming through the window. She knew immediately what was going on, having been in a similar position herself on quite a few nights while Amy was away. This was the third night in a row Kaley had watched Amy frigging herself to orgasm. She couldn't help it. Last night she'd had to stop herself reaching into her pjs. Tonight she felt less restrained. She knew it was very wrong to be turned on by the sight of her own sister fingering herself, but as Kaley stared at Amy's glistening skin and listened to her heavy breaths, she had to touch herself; to join in. She watched Amy's arm carefully, matching her slow, steady rhythm. She plunged two fingers fully into wet pussy and stroked her clit with the palm of her hand 'til she found herself fighting back a deep, orgasmic moan... * The next day was Saturday. Kaley felt strange having blissfully frigged herself to orgasm at the sight of her sister doing the same. She knew she had to get out of the house for the day and, if possible, get it out of her system. She finished breakfast quickly, showered and dressed, packed a rucksack and headed out to the mall, promising her mom she'd be back by 6. It was just after 10 and the mall wasn't quite as crowded as it would be later in the day. Kaley made for the nearest restroom, locked the cubicle door and stripped down to her red thong. She reached into her backpack and took out her carefully-folded red dress. The dress had been a favourite since she bought it a year ago. Long enough to look classy, but short enough to show off a good deal of beautiful legs and with a firm bodice that accentuated her breasts. She slipped on a simple pair of red heals, tied up her hair and went back out into the mall after checking herself in the restroom mirror. The mall was getting busier and there were just enough people around for Kaley's appearance to go relatively unnoticed. She drew a few looks of curiosity and disdain, but not enough to bother her. Kaley had only done this twice before, but already she had a good idea of what she was doing and the type she was looking for. It took barely half an hour to find him. The man was in his late twenties/early thirties, tall and athletic and wearing dark jeans and a loose jacket over a tight t-shirt. Kaley followed him for a short time, making sure he was alone and waiting for the right time to pounce. The guy was looking at an outfit in a store window. "I think that'd look good on you." He turned to see the young blond in a killer dress smiling sweetly at him. "Do you indeed?" he said, flashing a set of perfect teeth. Kaley's heart fluttered. "How about you try it on?" "Only if you come tell me how it looks." Kaley's smile widened. She leaned in close to the guy, having to crane her neck to whisper in his ear. "Why not try me on instead?" It was a corny line, but she'd been with enough men to know nothing worked better than a simple, direct approach. Sure enough it wasn't long before the pair were sneaking into one of the enclosed changing rooms at the back of the store and fervently sucking on each other's tongue. "I just need to be fucked!" Kaley said breathlessly into the stranger's ear, making sure there was no confusion as she unbuckled his belt. "Not a problem," he replied as reached under her dress and yanked down her panties. Their underwear hit the floor at pretty much the same time. Kaley wrapped her legs around the guy's waist, he pressed her against the wall of the cubicle and clamped his hand over her mouth. He was experienced enough to know what the girl's reaction would be when he impaled her on his 8" erection. Sure enough his hand muffled a surprised squeal. Kaley tightened her thighs around the man's waist and put her own hand over his just to be sure. She was desperate to be fucked hard and fast and her 'lover' was obliging her excellently. It took only a few minutes of her tight pussy being rigorously drilled before her body spasmed hard and she screamed into the palm of his hand. But her stranger wasn't done. He let Kaley down on shaky legs, turned her around and entered her sopping cunt from behind. Kaley felt dizzy and all strength had gone from her knees. Only the guy's cock was keeping her upright. She felt a second orgasm build as her first was still subsiding and she had to clamp his hand back over her mouth to muffle another scream. Finally the stranger's rhythm slowed and he rammed Kaley's pussy hard a few more times as his own orgasm hit. Kaley pulled away and practically fell to her knees from exhaustion. She quickly turned and clamped her lips around the guy's cock as he blew a load into the back of her throat. She swallowed four more powerful spurts before he was done. Kaley licked the man's head clean before gingerly getting to her feet. Both of them needed a moment to get their breath back before either could even speak. "I'll go out first, you wait five minutes," the guy said as pulled up his pants. Kaley nodded in agreement and sank back down to the floor, sporting a tired smile. * It was shortly after 5 when Kaley returned home, having cleaned herself up and changed back into her casual wear. Her mom was in the kitchen fixing dinner and Amy was curled up on the couch with a mug of chocolate, watching TV. She was dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans that showed off the curves she'd only recently developed. Kaley sighed with disappointment as the wet patch forming in her crotch let her know her plan hadn't worked... Distraction Ch. 01 ~ "Anastasia Hughes," They call my name. I practically float over to the podium. I feel as if I could cry with happiness; and I just might. I reach for the envelope, my hands shaking with excitement. I look around, what's that noise? A bell, maybe. ~ I close my eyes, and when I open them again I'm in a room; a classroom, full of people hurrying around. "Ana! Hurry up, I don't want to be late." Terri pulls me from my chair. "Because being on time once is going to change your whole record." I say sarcastically. "Bite me." She retorts. "Do you have anything to say today?" I raise my eyebrow. "Happy birthday bitch." She pulls me into a hug, "How dare you turn eighteen before I do!" We walk down the hall laughing, and being idiots, in general. The next class is math, and boy, do eighty minutes go by fast when you're not paying attention. But something's different today; or is it someone? I feel eyes on me. I look around in front of me, everyone is looking at the teacher. I look at Amaya; or is that Miranda? I can never tell the two apart. I look behind me. That must be the new kid. Oh boy, he is go-od lookin'. He smiles at me. Ohmygod! That smile will be stuck in my head for the rest of my life! "I'm Alex," He smiles. "I'm Ana," I can barely breathe. "Do you by any chance know the answer to number four?" Of course, he's pretty, not smart. "I think it's nine?" I say. "Actually, it's thirteen." He says, "You carried the six wrong." "Oh, I, uh." I stutter. "So, I was thinking, maybe you might want to hang out later?" He asks. Ohmygod! What do I say? "Okay." "Great. So, I'll see you later?" He smiles kindly. "Do you, maybe, wanna sit with us at lunch?" I look down. "Sure," He goes back to writing on his worksheet. I look at my paper, and drift off into tingling, smiling, welcoming fantasy. Well, come on, I'm eighteen. I should be allowed these few fantasies. ~ "Come on!" He leads me down the path. "Where are we going?" I can't help but giggle. "Hurry, we don't have a lot of time." He says, "And I want to show you something!" The bell, again. It calls me from my fantasy, and back to my very boring reality. ~ "Come on!" He waves, "It's lunch." I walk ahead of him and catch up with Terri. "Have you met the new kid yet? I heard he was like, super good looking. And really smart too. And I heard his name was Alex." She rambles on. "Yeah, I met him. And he's eating lunch with us. High-fives!" I put my hand up, "And all of those are uber true!" He taps my shoulder. "Where's the lunchroom?" I blush, "You, uh, you weren't listening to that, were you?" "The whole thing." He grins. "Uh, sorry." I look down at my feet. "Good-looking huh? That's how we rate people here?" He raises an eyebrow. Terri laughs, "Nope, just you." "Well, don't I feel special." He smiles. "I'm Terri," She extends her hand. "Alex," He shakes her hand and puts his arm around my shoulder. I blush again, "Uh, I, uh." "The lunchroom is this way," Terri leads. We walk in, Terri goes into the lunch line. I immediately go to the table. "Why don't you eat lunch?" He asks. "Why don't you?" I counter. "Touche," He smiles. I sit down, but not before Alex pulls out a chair for me. What a gentleman. "So, is Ana short for anything?" He twiddles his thumbs. "Anastasia," I smile. "As killed by Rasputin," He raises an eyebrow. "Exactly," I watch as Terri walks towards us smiling. Goddamnit brain. Think normally. Be a girl. Think of a guy. But damn, do her hips sway. Swag. Yup. That's it. ~ I part my lips slightly. His arms are around my waist. He pulls me in closer to him. I moan shyly into the kiss. He rubs the small of my back. "Ana! Come on," A voice calls. ~ Alex smiles at me and extends his arm to help me up, "What's your next class?" "It's a blue day, so I've got trig next." I push a lock of red-ish orange hair out of my face. "Same, could you show me where it is?" He smiles. "Sure," We walk down the hall laughing and talking. When we get to the classroom, he takes a seat next to me. Like I said, eighty minutes go by fast when you're not paying attention. Distraction Ch. 02 The weekend passed uncomfortably for Kaley. She'd managed to avoid witnessing Amy frigging herself Saturday night by staying up long after her sister had gone to bed, but had gone to the bathroom the next morning just as Amy was coming out, dripping wet from her shower; small towel wrapped around her pert breasts, showing off her supple, pale legs. Kaley's breath caught in her throat and she barely managed to return the 'good morning'. She darted into the bathroom, turned the shower on full and stripped like her pyjamas were on fire. As soon as the hot stream touched her skin, she plunged her hand down to her crotch and came hard and fast. She sank to the floor on shaky legs, breathless and quivering, absently rubbing her still pulsing clit. In no time at all the sensation returned to her pussy and she lazily brought herself back to orgasm, biting her own hand so as not to moan too loudly. That night was hot and humid. Kaley again held off going to bed, despite knowing she'd be exhausted at college the next day. It was 1am when she finally switched off the TV in the den and went to her room. When she entered, she was presented with the sight of her sister, lying on her back, her sheet folded down to her waist, her nipples poking through her thin vest, beads of sweat coating her skin, her flat stomach shimmering in the moon light. It was all too much. Standing by her sister's bed, Kaley removed her pyjama pants and casually kicked them across the room. Her right hand shook as she reached up and under her vest and lightly stroked her hardening nipples, then down her stomach to her damp panties. She bit her lip hard and dipped her hand beneath the elastic, immediately finding her erect clit and rubbing it ever so softly for fear of sending herself into an uncontrollable frenzy. Her left hand reached out slowly, tentatively. Her breathing became so shallow she thought she might pass out. Kaley closed her eyes and steadied herself, then laid her outstretched hand gently on her sister's bare stomach. Amy let out an almost inaudible sigh, but didn't stir. Kaley steeled herself and carefully slid her hand down her sister's body. Amy's breathing deepened as fingertips graced the skin just above her panty-line. The fingertips hesitated for just a moment before invading the elastic. Kaley's heart quickened as her fingers brushed through her sister's soft pubic hair. She was careful not to go straight for Amy's clit, knowing the sudden sensation would wake her, and instead ran a single finger up and down her pussy lips, feeling the wetness build. Her sister's body began to react, squirming ever so slightly. She raised a leg and her thigh pressed Kaley's hand into her crotch, and her own hand lay over the top of her panties. Kaley was becoming braver, or perhaps losing herself in the moment. She dipped her finger between her sister's lips and found her sweetest hole. Amy let out a hushed moan as she was penetrated in her sleep. Kaley felt her knees buckling. She was on the ragged edge and knew it was now or never. She found Amy's clit with her thumb and rubbed it so lightly only her sister's reaction told her she was touching it at all. Amy bit her bottom lip and her head rolled from side to side. Her thigh pressed just a little firmer on sister's hand and her breaths came quicker, shuddering from her gaping mouth. Kaley bit her own lip harder, both to muffle her moan and in anticipation of what was about to happen. Amy could wake up at any second, but it was too late to stop now. Suddenly Amy's eyes flew open. She was shaking and breathing hard. She looked around quickly through bleary eyes. Across the room, Kaley was tucked up in bed, sleeping soundly. Amy raised her hand from beneath the covers and found her fingers were wet. Had she just been masturbating in her sleep? What was she dreaming about? She couldn't remember. Amy was sure she'd never cum in her sleep before. "I must really be horny," she whispered to herself, before turning over and closing her eyes. She couldn't help but smile at thought of what she might've just done. Across the room, Kaley was tucked up in bed, pretending to sleep soundly. She felt satisfied, like she'd just spent a magical night with a new lover. But she knew that wasn't the case. She'd just frigged her own sister in her sleep! Kaley slept fitfully that night. Distraction Ch. 03 The next day at college, Amy was struggling to focus. She couldn't get the previous night out of her head. She'd woke up wet before, sure, but never having actually cum. Then there were the dreams afterwards. Images of her sister, Kaley, standing over her; watching her; even touching her! Amy shook her head and forced such thoughts from her mind. It was all just too weird. Amy decided she had to do something about her 'itch' once and for all. She knew it would only be so long before she got caught playing with herself. Perhaps if she got herself laid good and hard it would satisfy her for a little while. But who? "Miss Hemmer?" Amy was jolted from her daydream, and suddenly there he was; her French tutor. "Are you awake?" "Um, yes, I mean, oui Monsieur Dwyer." Monsieur Dwyer rolled his eyes and shook his head with a wry smile, raising a chuckle from the rest of the class. He was beautiful: Perfect ebony skin; polished teeth; crisp suit; strong build. At only twenty-eight, he was relatively young compared to the rest of the college staff, but he was well respected and his age and personality meant he always got on well with the students. One problem; his rumoured fling with the History teacher, Ms. Jessup. Olive skin; almond eyes; jet-black hair; lean, graceful figure. How was anyone to compete, much less a curvy, clumsy, pale red-head, studious to the point of geeky? Amy sighed and unconsciously let her mind drift again. The things those two must do together... Before she knew it, Amy was being roused by the bell. She'd missed the entire class. More to the point, she was sitting in a damp patch! Her cheeks flushed and she felt horribly self-conscious as the class headed out for lunch. She tried to get out as quickly as she could, but was stopped at the door. "Miss Hemmer, could I speak with a moment?" Amy's heart caught in her throat and she slowly walked back to Mr. Dwyer's desk. "Amy, is everything ok? You seemed a little...distracted today?" "Fine, Mr. Dwyer, really," Amy said shakily, half-turning just in case her wetness showed through the front of her jeans. "Okay then, just as long as you realise you need to be paying careful attention in the coming weeks as we will be moving on to more advanced topics." 'God, you smell good,' Amy thought. She flashed her best false smile and nodded. "I'll be here, awake and alert, Mr. Dwyer. I promise." "Good, then get yourself away." Amy practically ran out of the classroom and straight to the nearest restroom. She locked the cubicle door, carefully put down her books and dropped the lid. She unbuckled her jeans, opened the fly and sat down, plunging her hand into her pants. She made immediate contact with her clit and had to cover her mouth to stop from letting out a deep, guttural moan. Frantically she pulled some old notes from a textbook, rolled them up and bit down on them. She then pushed her free hand up under her t-shirt and found her nipples as her other hand went to work on her pussy. Blanking out the comings and goings of the restroom, Amy's mind went straight to Mr. Dwyer. No foreplay; no romantic setting; none of the usual fantasy trimmings; just the two of them, naked, Amy up against a wall with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, their glistening skin contrasting beautifully as he fucked her hard and she screamed his name, 'Monsieur Dwyer!', over and over. In no time at all, Amy was coming in her jeans, her hand slick with her juices, her clit crying out for more. In her mind she was pulled away from the wall, bent forward over Mr. Dwyer's desk and taken doggy-style as she held on tight to sides of the desk and howled in delight. She came again, harder than before, and fell to her knees. Mr. Dwyer took head in his hands and fucked her gaping mouth, forcing her to deep-throat him, using his pupil as nothing more than a fuck-toy, filling her mouth and throat with squirt after squirt of hot, sticky jizz. Back in the cubicle, Amy had lost all control. She was finger-fucking herself through her third orgasm and had to replace her flimsy gag with her free hand to muffle her moans. She imagined herself lifted from the floor and thrown backwards onto the desk, her knees pushed wide. Mr. Dwyer ducked to her juice-spewing cunt and lapped at her, shoving his long, wide tongue as deep as he could inside her, then sucking and tonguing her clit, driving her into a squealing frenzy. But suddenly, it wasn't Mr. Dwyer eating her so expertly. His bald, black head was replaced by a mess of blonde locks and Kaley's eyes rose to meet her sister's. Amy opened her eyes, breathless, frustrated and confused. "Fuck," she cursed quietly before trying to straighten herself up. One hand was shiny and sticky, the other sporting an angry-looking bite mark. Her nipples were poking prominently through her t-shirt, clinging tightly to her sweat-soaked body. Her panties were saturated and the stain would no doubt soak through to her jeans and her red hair was mattered and sticking to her glistening face. She looked like she'd just been fucked, making it more the pity that she hadn't.