Jill Off

Emma's hands were tucked between her thighs, originally just as a comfortable way to sleep, but as her dirty imagination roamed, so did her hands.

One hand slid up her body, slowly running up her smooth stomach to the curve of her breast. She gave the taught flesh a gentle squeeze then let her fingers trace over the rubbery flesh of her nipple.

Her other hand ventured farther between her thighs, through her small thatch of trimmed blonde pubic hair, to the wanting lips of her womanhood.

Her fingers traced over nipple and clitoris, sending the desired signals to her brain. As her masturbation picked up speed, the rest of her body became more active. She pushed her butt back, arching her back even as she laid on her side, **** to rub her backside against the bed sheet and covers that her Cousin once used.

Her mind wandered as well as her hands. Emma let herself imagine how many times Jake had done similar acts in this very same bed. She pictured her older Cousin stroking his hard cock, panting as he leaked a bit of precum over the sheet that now covered Emma.

Both hands now explored her sex. One frantically caressing her clit in rapid circles, the other pushing two fingers in and out of her slick hole.

Her breathing sped up to match the pace of her working hands and imagination. She pictured her Cousin spilling his seed, his cum soaking the sheets that were over her body. She wanted to know what it looked like when his dick pulsed and came, what it smelled like, what it tasted like.

She pictured that same cock firing off in her mouth as she swallowed again and again. Her fingers worked and probed as she fantasized about Jake's cock inside of her hungry pussy, filling her with his incestuous sperm.

Then Emma came herself. Her pussy gripped her fingers then tried to push them out as her body had a series of small spasms. He breath came out in gasps, then stopped completely as she **** herself to be silent through her orgasm.

As her body winded down, and her mind came back from the filthy fantasies, she rolled over onto her stomach. She wasn't going to bother cleaning off her fingers. A moment ago she wanted to be dirty and rub herself on the sheets, but now it was just a matter of her legs being too shaky to bother getting up.

Sated and now able to concentrate on that nap, Emma put off any thoughts of what these types of fantasies might be doing bouncing around her mind in the first place, and happily, for the first time in days, drifted off to sleep.