She Tries Not to Think About It

It was a strangely nostalgic night. Emi couldn't remember the last time she and all her sisters had all gathered under one roof. Dinner and drinking had flown by.

Emi had dozed off easily enough, once again sharing a bed with Monica.

Her dream took her through the streets in town, to a house she had never been to. Passing through the house in an almost ghost-like manner she wandered its darkened rooms, quiet gasps, and moans increasing in volume as Emi was compelled up the stairs. Feeling aroused and drawn to the obvious sounds of someone getting off. Entering the room she looked around in amazement

Dishevelled sheets, blankets kicked off the bed, the lithe tanned form bridged on the bed by her head and legs, one hand grasping around a breast, the other holding a vibrating dildo in her as she climaxed and collapsed.

Other sex toys purchased that night bounced to the floor.

As the messy auburn hair was brushed from her panting face Jennifer moaned. “I want to see her again.”

As if knowing she turned and looked directly at Emi, a sultry grin spreading across Jennifer's face as she slowly started up again.

Emi watched, mortified and aroused. The thoughts of how much she had wanted to do just this through the day and night. Slowly being answered as she fondled herself through her baggy t-shirt, eventually slipping a hand down her track pants as she and Jennifer masturbated to each other.

Jennifer shifted and grinded in the bed, slowly getting louder as she built to her next climax.

“Oh… EMI!” Jennifer cried out, moaning “Come to me.” She begged, closing her eyes. “I'll do anything for you.” Jennifer added, grinding her hips up into her toy. “Anyone.”

Emi felts chills as her mind circled the feeling this was real. This was now.

The door flew open.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU!” Emi didn't see who it was, the last words she heard before jumping awake was Jennifer's sultry response.

“Hello step daddy.”

Monica grumbled at being flung from her sleep spooning her sister but otherwise didn't stir as Emily breathed heavily. Her body suddenly reminding her about the burning pleasure that it had resumed being under since what occurred at the mall.

Slipping out of bed she went to the kitchen for a cold drink. Her panicked mind racing with a feeling that not only did she not escape what happened to her friends. She was spreading it.

Deep inside she knew she was there. The Idol having astrally projected her there, to see what she had done. To let her know proudly, that she liked it.

Her soulful morality, thoughts and feelings trying to flow over the fire inside her, yet failing to quench the flames.

You could be Monica's first girl.

Shaking the thought Emi debated a cold shower. But worried about waking anyone. Turning on a light she smiled at a family picture on the wall. Walking over she traced her fingers across the figures.

Monica was a loner, her best friend was Julia without whom at school Monica became anxious and refused to attend. She was a bit on the heavy side with shoulder-length brown hair.

Julia was Monica’s fraternal twin. Emi used to hate how they were termed “Irish Triplets" having all been born within a year.

Unlike Monica, Julia had blonde hair, it often was kept tied up, with perm like curls. She was a very extroverted and proactive person. Very much almost an opposite to Monica. She had an athletic build and currently worked, having graduated high school early and debating what to do post-secondary.

Caroline was a year older than Emily. She was a confident wild card, her dirty blonde hair often frizzy and looking permed, usually held high in a ponytail above her toned figure. She was a bit of a tomboy, and very closeted to their parents about being bisexual.

Claire was just a year older than Caroline she usually kept chipper about everything, often off on exotic journeys to volunteer with natural disaster relief missions, and humanitarian aid. Recently she had been helping a drinking water project and addiction center set up in a reserve in Northern Manitoba.

Her dark brown hair was often tied back, kept clear of her face. Her reddened skin and rugged looking body a result of her seemingly countless quests.

Fiona, she always felt like the ugly duckling of the family. Repeatedly hopping on diet crazes and often being found to be suffering from eating disorders. Her scraggly hair and slim form oddly sticking out in the family photo as Emi shook her head.

Then there was Kathy. The eldest, and a go-getter with straight brown hair that reached down to her hips. She often left things as late as she could with her laid-back nature, her figure surprisingly slender.

It was late. She should get back to sleep.