The Valentines. Day two, part two.
The color of the ceiling was not interesting enough. It was not distracting from the cheeky boy who was trying to arouse her. She was lying completely still, breathing with very little effort, hair splayed out all over her pillow in dark brown waves, her eyes on the ceiling, arms crossed across her stomach, which his fingers were tickling and stroking, trying to get her to crack. She pursed her lips together, and tried not to laugh, because then he would think that this was fun.
Why she was not shoving him off the bed and making him go was a mystery to even herself… why she was allowing him touching her, to a point, was beyond her. Maybe she secretly liked it? Maybe she was just too tired of telling him to cut it out when he would come back full force with his cheek and lopsided grin?
“I will even try licking you… -down there- if it would… make any difference…”
She turned her head to look at him in his blue eyes, almost perfectly adopting her little sister’s blank face that had stared at him so much of the last 24 hours, that if it weren’t for her eyes, like a doe’s, and nose all perfect without the little curves of her sister’s, without the dent at the very end, small and vertical over the separation of her nostrils, but in it’s very nose perfection, to keep him reminded that this wasn’t the little sister that had no shown feelings for him.
“Is that supposed to make me feel special..?” She raised an eyebrow, breaking her show of nonchalance, which made him smile, in his own personal triumph, leaning down so that their faces were inches apart.
“Yes… I haven’t even licked your sister’s… doesn’t that please you…? It wouldn’t have been on your sister’s… just yours, only yours, so you don’t have to think about how she might have felt when I was doing it to her…”
“For all I know it just means you’d do it dreadfully.”
He chuckled, before pulling down the corners of his mouth, in an attempt at a pout, pushing his lips out at her. “Let me practice on you?”
She stared at him for a moment before turning her eyes to stare out the corner of them. “No. Why don’t you go practice on Bryony? She’s probably wondering where you are.”
Sitting up a little, he kept his eyes on her as he ‘surveyed the bigger picture’, his brows knitting together, before they smoothed out again, gone as fast as it had gone, starting to smile. “I think you’re jealous… you would -love- me to practice on you… you would -love- to have sex with me, but your poor wittle conscience is telling you juust how wrong it would be.”
She turned her eyes back on him just in time to see his face zoom back to hers, making her a little bit dizzy, trying to press her head into the pillow so that she wouldn’t get a headache from seeing three eyes on him.
“But doesn’t how… wrong it would be… make it even sexier..? Make me even sexier…? -If that’s possible-….” he didn’t give her the time to reply, as she was almost coming to expect from him, but this time he was a little bit more gentle with her, pulling her lip with his own and kissing it, hunger in his kiss as he moved his hand to cup her head, pulling it up to rest naturally before he made love to her mouth more than he had ever -properly- made love before, if he had ever, trying to show her on her tongue exactly what -his- tongue could do, and he was almost positive that he felt her react to it, positive enough to think that he could push her thighs apart and up as though she were a doll, and moved her arms around himself, and felt more triumph when she made no move to right herself, to push him away, and he pressed his body down onto hers with an elongated groan as he rolled himself over her as though he was the heavy object and she was the logs underneath, and his groan covered up the noise of the door opening, which in itself was purposefully as quiet as could be.
She rested her curly head down against the doorframe and stared at her semi ‘boyfriend’/fuck buddy kissing her own sister, running his hand through the splayed out waves of hair, and she was… letting him, if not returning it. But Bryony knew that he had probably pushed and pushed until it was irresistible… that’s what he did with her, anyway.
The three girls were the same in their hair as they were in their height… it got more and more interesting the younger you went down… Bryce’s was mostly straight all of the time, only waved or curled when she chose it to be, but otherwise straight.. and Bianca’s was always wavy, unless she chose to straighten it or curl it.. and Bryony’s was all curls, unless she decided to straighten it or wave it… but that aside-
She rapped her knuckles against the door frame lazily and Jimmy groaned, this time out of annoyance, raising his head to look over and ask what the hell they wanted when he saw who it was, and he froze a little. Bianca must have felt it because she had been the same as she had when he was kissing her, even when he broke away, the same as a doll, lips parted thanks to him, and already plump from the kissing, her arms looking lazily around him, eyes closed, that is until she felt him tense some, in parts of the body that -weren’t- already tense and she looked over, freezing herself, tightening her neck and swallowing as she looked at Bryony, expression flitting between guilt and worry and annoyance, and in there, Bryony was sure, heated lust.
Feeling she made enough of an introduction of herself, she walked lazily into the room, walking over to the bed in a tight tight dress that she was most likely not wearing any underwear underneath of, unless it was molded to her hips. She sat up on the bed and smiled at Jimmy, perfectly enchanting and desirable.. too desirable for a still 17 year old to be allowed to be, honestly.
The look given to him made him raise off of Bianca and as soon as he did she scrambled up and backwards away from him, pressing her back against the headboard, heart pounding, not sure what was going on, if these two were messing around, if they had been messing around the whole time, or if Bryony was about to go ballistic and was only looking sweetly at him to lure him closer to… maim.
Turning her head, but not her gaze, her blue eyes stared into his as she got up on all fours and crawled closer to Bianca, who was looking mussed up and a little upset. She turned her eyes away from him only a second to look at her sister’s torso and her shoulders, and she slowly tugged down her older sister’s dress strap and leaned into her tanned smooth shoulder, glancing back at Jimmy as she let her tongue out and licked up her sister’s shoulder slowly, making them both shiver, Jimmy’s from desire, and Bianca’s mostly from alarm and disgust.
“Do it again… her neck now…” he commanded of her, huskily, staring at the blue eyed younger Valentine, and then over onto Bianca’s skin, biting his rosy lower lip.
Bianca was staring, mouth agape, at him, and turned her head to look at her sister, to perhaps ask her the same sort of thing… but the opposite of it, when she got a load of curly hair in her face as her sister had maneuvered around to the other side of her neck since she had moved her head, and licked that, before looking at Jimmy, who looked unsatisfied.
“Your hair got in the way, I didn’t get to see it… do it again.”
Bryony rolled her eyes and moved her mouth up before Bianca pushed herself sideways and fell onto the bed, pushing her away.
“Bryony, what are you doing?! Cut it out! Don’t feed to this pervert’s whim! I’m your sister!”
She was met with a cold blue stare, as Bryony’s simple reply was, “Why not? You were, when I came in,” and without another word pulled her sister’s dress sharply down over her chest, her own bum in the air as she leaned down and licked the top curve of her breast, making her gasp, but in shock, having had now the fucking strangest week of her life, no exception… hopefully extreme opposite good would come after this, like it had from her other mishap, but she was not sure what could happen to her that would take the image out of her mind of her own little sister’s tongue on her chest.
Jimmy groaned and sat back on his legs, unashamedly burying his hand into his underpants as he gazed at the sight of the Valentine sisters.
“Bryony-!” her hand, so much an instinct to do it now, slapped her little sister’s cheek rather hard, before she stilled, and Bryony’s face came up more properly, gaping at her sister before starting to glare and smack her right back, which Bianca had been unprepared for, since it was mostly Jimmy she had been slapping recently, and he had been.. kind enough not to be the type of boy that slaps back.
They both stared at each other, Bianca in shock, and Bryony in anger, and perhaps shame, at being made to feel disgusting by her sister, in all things now. Jimmy’s hand stilled and he looked thoroughly disappointed. “Oh, come on, girls… kiss and make up..? Or make out?”
He looked hopeful, but Bryony pushed herself off of her sister and the bed and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Bianca, still in shock and alarm, slowly sat herself up, cheek starting to pink as she looked quite like a woman violated, dress strap still down, her nipple near showing, with the moisture of her sister’s tongue still on her tanned skin, and her cheek starting to show signs of a hand having been there. She sat up, eyes watering some, and turned to look at Jimmy.
He slowly pulled his hand from his white underwear and looked at her face, a little sheepish, and a lot horny. “That could have been something splendid.”
Her voice was cold and quiet as she stared at him, eyes darkening. “Get… out, Jimmy…”
Daring as ever, he leaned in to give her a good bye kiss before he got up and started to walk away, walking a little gingerly with a tent in his pants, glancing over at her. “Y’sure?”
Without saying anything Bianca sat up straighter and pulled last nights dress up and off of her, throwing it to the end of her regal bed and fluffing her hair some, sitting up in her maroon set of underwear, and she wiped at her breast where her sister had left it slick, and righted the bra’s cup on that side, before looking up to see him gaping at her. She furrowed her brow. “-Yes-, I’m fucking sure!”
Why she was not shoving him off the bed and making him go was a mystery to even herself… why she was allowing him touching her, to a point, was beyond her. Maybe she secretly liked it? Maybe she was just too tired of telling him to cut it out when he would come back full force with his cheek and lopsided grin?
“I will even try licking you… -down there- if it would… make any difference…”
She turned her head to look at him in his blue eyes, almost perfectly adopting her little sister’s blank face that had stared at him so much of the last 24 hours, that if it weren’t for her eyes, like a doe’s, and nose all perfect without the little curves of her sister’s, without the dent at the very end, small and vertical over the separation of her nostrils, but in it’s very nose perfection, to keep him reminded that this wasn’t the little sister that had no shown feelings for him.
“Is that supposed to make me feel special..?” She raised an eyebrow, breaking her show of nonchalance, which made him smile, in his own personal triumph, leaning down so that their faces were inches apart.
“Yes… I haven’t even licked your sister’s… doesn’t that please you…? It wouldn’t have been on your sister’s… just yours, only yours, so you don’t have to think about how she might have felt when I was doing it to her…”
“For all I know it just means you’d do it dreadfully.”
He chuckled, before pulling down the corners of his mouth, in an attempt at a pout, pushing his lips out at her. “Let me practice on you?”
She stared at him for a moment before turning her eyes to stare out the corner of them. “No. Why don’t you go practice on Bryony? She’s probably wondering where you are.”
Sitting up a little, he kept his eyes on her as he ‘surveyed the bigger picture’, his brows knitting together, before they smoothed out again, gone as fast as it had gone, starting to smile. “I think you’re jealous… you would -love- me to practice on you… you would -love- to have sex with me, but your poor wittle conscience is telling you juust how wrong it would be.”
She turned her eyes back on him just in time to see his face zoom back to hers, making her a little bit dizzy, trying to press her head into the pillow so that she wouldn’t get a headache from seeing three eyes on him.
“But doesn’t how… wrong it would be… make it even sexier..? Make me even sexier…? -If that’s possible-….” he didn’t give her the time to reply, as she was almost coming to expect from him, but this time he was a little bit more gentle with her, pulling her lip with his own and kissing it, hunger in his kiss as he moved his hand to cup her head, pulling it up to rest naturally before he made love to her mouth more than he had ever -properly- made love before, if he had ever, trying to show her on her tongue exactly what -his- tongue could do, and he was almost positive that he felt her react to it, positive enough to think that he could push her thighs apart and up as though she were a doll, and moved her arms around himself, and felt more triumph when she made no move to right herself, to push him away, and he pressed his body down onto hers with an elongated groan as he rolled himself over her as though he was the heavy object and she was the logs underneath, and his groan covered up the noise of the door opening, which in itself was purposefully as quiet as could be.
She rested her curly head down against the doorframe and stared at her semi ‘boyfriend’/fuck buddy kissing her own sister, running his hand through the splayed out waves of hair, and she was… letting him, if not returning it. But Bryony knew that he had probably pushed and pushed until it was irresistible… that’s what he did with her, anyway.
The three girls were the same in their hair as they were in their height… it got more and more interesting the younger you went down… Bryce’s was mostly straight all of the time, only waved or curled when she chose it to be, but otherwise straight.. and Bianca’s was always wavy, unless she chose to straighten it or curl it.. and Bryony’s was all curls, unless she decided to straighten it or wave it… but that aside-
She rapped her knuckles against the door frame lazily and Jimmy groaned, this time out of annoyance, raising his head to look over and ask what the hell they wanted when he saw who it was, and he froze a little. Bianca must have felt it because she had been the same as she had when he was kissing her, even when he broke away, the same as a doll, lips parted thanks to him, and already plump from the kissing, her arms looking lazily around him, eyes closed, that is until she felt him tense some, in parts of the body that -weren’t- already tense and she looked over, freezing herself, tightening her neck and swallowing as she looked at Bryony, expression flitting between guilt and worry and annoyance, and in there, Bryony was sure, heated lust.
Feeling she made enough of an introduction of herself, she walked lazily into the room, walking over to the bed in a tight tight dress that she was most likely not wearing any underwear underneath of, unless it was molded to her hips. She sat up on the bed and smiled at Jimmy, perfectly enchanting and desirable.. too desirable for a still 17 year old to be allowed to be, honestly.
The look given to him made him raise off of Bianca and as soon as he did she scrambled up and backwards away from him, pressing her back against the headboard, heart pounding, not sure what was going on, if these two were messing around, if they had been messing around the whole time, or if Bryony was about to go ballistic and was only looking sweetly at him to lure him closer to… maim.
Turning her head, but not her gaze, her blue eyes stared into his as she got up on all fours and crawled closer to Bianca, who was looking mussed up and a little upset. She turned her eyes away from him only a second to look at her sister’s torso and her shoulders, and she slowly tugged down her older sister’s dress strap and leaned into her tanned smooth shoulder, glancing back at Jimmy as she let her tongue out and licked up her sister’s shoulder slowly, making them both shiver, Jimmy’s from desire, and Bianca’s mostly from alarm and disgust.
“Do it again… her neck now…” he commanded of her, huskily, staring at the blue eyed younger Valentine, and then over onto Bianca’s skin, biting his rosy lower lip.
Bianca was staring, mouth agape, at him, and turned her head to look at her sister, to perhaps ask her the same sort of thing… but the opposite of it, when she got a load of curly hair in her face as her sister had maneuvered around to the other side of her neck since she had moved her head, and licked that, before looking at Jimmy, who looked unsatisfied.
“Your hair got in the way, I didn’t get to see it… do it again.”
Bryony rolled her eyes and moved her mouth up before Bianca pushed herself sideways and fell onto the bed, pushing her away.
“Bryony, what are you doing?! Cut it out! Don’t feed to this pervert’s whim! I’m your sister!”
She was met with a cold blue stare, as Bryony’s simple reply was, “Why not? You were, when I came in,” and without another word pulled her sister’s dress sharply down over her chest, her own bum in the air as she leaned down and licked the top curve of her breast, making her gasp, but in shock, having had now the fucking strangest week of her life, no exception… hopefully extreme opposite good would come after this, like it had from her other mishap, but she was not sure what could happen to her that would take the image out of her mind of her own little sister’s tongue on her chest.
Jimmy groaned and sat back on his legs, unashamedly burying his hand into his underpants as he gazed at the sight of the Valentine sisters.
“Bryony-!” her hand, so much an instinct to do it now, slapped her little sister’s cheek rather hard, before she stilled, and Bryony’s face came up more properly, gaping at her sister before starting to glare and smack her right back, which Bianca had been unprepared for, since it was mostly Jimmy she had been slapping recently, and he had been.. kind enough not to be the type of boy that slaps back.
They both stared at each other, Bianca in shock, and Bryony in anger, and perhaps shame, at being made to feel disgusting by her sister, in all things now. Jimmy’s hand stilled and he looked thoroughly disappointed. “Oh, come on, girls… kiss and make up..? Or make out?”
He looked hopeful, but Bryony pushed herself off of her sister and the bed and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Bianca, still in shock and alarm, slowly sat herself up, cheek starting to pink as she looked quite like a woman violated, dress strap still down, her nipple near showing, with the moisture of her sister’s tongue still on her tanned skin, and her cheek starting to show signs of a hand having been there. She sat up, eyes watering some, and turned to look at Jimmy.
He slowly pulled his hand from his white underwear and looked at her face, a little sheepish, and a lot horny. “That could have been something splendid.”
Her voice was cold and quiet as she stared at him, eyes darkening. “Get… out, Jimmy…”
Daring as ever, he leaned in to give her a good bye kiss before he got up and started to walk away, walking a little gingerly with a tent in his pants, glancing over at her. “Y’sure?”
Without saying anything Bianca sat up straighter and pulled last nights dress up and off of her, throwing it to the end of her regal bed and fluffing her hair some, sitting up in her maroon set of underwear, and she wiped at her breast where her sister had left it slick, and righted the bra’s cup on that side, before looking up to see him gaping at her. She furrowed her brow. “-Yes-, I’m fucking sure!”