In Bed, Out of Mind

As she lay on her bed in a black nightie, Claire couldn't fall asleep. Try as she might, her thoughts could only return to the events of the night. She missed the taste of her sisters lips on hers. If she could go back she might even have picked the addiction over her piercings, just because of how it made her feel. She knew it was a crazy thought to think and wondered if she had really changed so much that she would throw away all sanity just for a chemical high. Just a high, surely not," she thought. Despite him being a dumb-ass, she missed Ryan's touch on her. She knew how he adored her and wondered if anyone could look at her that way.

She reached a hand below her thin underwear to her slit and felt its wetness. She pictured Ryan's toned body and smoldering intensity as he fingered her. He would kiss her passionately as she wrapped an arm around his strong neck. Her tiny hand would embrace his dick, which was already erect for her. It was big; big enough to fill her beyond what she thought she could take, but not enough to hurt. She could tell that he desired her as much as she desired him, but he would wait for her. He fingered her slowly and tenderly and her body would undulate until she came beneath the motions of his strong but careful hands.

Claire could feel her orgasm approaching as she played out this dream in her head and with her hands. He would ask if she wanted to be fucked and as his cockhead pressed at the petals of her entrance she would place a hand on his abs and say, "I don't think we should do this."

And he would respond, "I know, but I love you."

"You don't love me. You just want me." His cock flexed against her and she shuttered.

"Why not both?"

"Because this... isn't real." She turned from him and he laid his hands on her exposed hip.

"Claire, I know you're still afraid. Afraid of your sexuality. Afraid of your feelings. What happened wasn't normal but this right here is real." He lifted her leg and rubbed his shaft up her aching clit. Claire desired this feeling again, this connection.

She stammered out a discordant response. "I don't think it can be." She gripped his hand and let it go. She watched him disappear as a tear rolled down his face.

"In time..." His ghost whispered and Claire was left with her fingers in her crotch, uncertain if she could even orgasm after all that.

As if to answer, a voice whispered, "Claire..."

"Yes?"

"I'm having a hard time sleeping, can I sleep with you." Mia walked into soft moonlight pouring through the window. Her body looked childish as she gripped her elbow. She wore only a loose fitting t-shirt emblazoned with some California indie band.

"Of course." Claire moved to the side to allow her sister in to bed with her, wiping the sheets in the dark to confirm that she hadn't soaked them as well as her panties.

Mia laid down next to her and they embraced in the darkness.

"Do you want to talk?" Claire asked.

"Not yet..."